Love & Football: Chapter 1

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CHAPTER 1

I can’t take this anymore...I’m done!! Corey Johnson burst into tears as he hung up with his boyfriend and threw his brand new Iphone across the room. He buried  his head in his hands and cried. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He had been with his boyfriend for three years and it was all coming to an end. They met at LSU’s football training camp when he was a freshman and his boyfriend was a senior. His phone rang. He knew it was his boyfriend because the ringtone was MADE TO BE TOGETHER by Trey Songz. He picked the phone up from the floor and pressed IGNORE. He didn’t want to be bothered right now. The phone rang again...and again...and again. Finally he just turned it off and laid on the bed. What would he do? How would he survive without the love of his life?

He looked down at the black screen on his phone. Should he call his boyfriend and talk to him about the situation? Honestly he was tired of talking. He was tired of listening to the same excuses over and over and over again. Demarcus was currently playing for the Chicago Bears, and the long distance relationship was taking its toll on both of them. They weren’t able to see each other very often and relied on texting, talking on the phone, and Skyping each other to get by.

He was still debating whether he should call his boyfriend or not when he heard a ringing sound coming from his computer. Demarcus was calling him on Skype. He walked to the computer, connected his webcam, and clicked ANSWER. His heart nearly melted when he saw his shirtless boyfriend on the computer screen with his butterscotch skin, bulging chest and rippled abs. Demarcus smiled and said ‘I’m sorry bae’.

Corey smiled. He loved when Demarcus called him BAE. It made him feel special. And he couldn’t resist the smile. Demarcus had a bright and beautiful smile that always seemed to get him out of trouble, no matter the situation. He wanted to be in his arms. He didn’t know how much longer he could continue dating someone in another city, but none of that mattered as he stared into his eyes on the computer screen.

I love you

I love you too

Why are we fighting?

I don’t know...

And he really didn’t. Maybe it was the lack of sex. Or lack of attention. Even though their relationship was a secret on campus for obvious reasons, Demarcus still made Corey feel special and treated him like a prince.

Corey pouted and folded his arms. He knew Demarcus loved him.

I wanna see you...

I wanna see you too...but its hard. I gotta game this weekend and you gotta focus on school.

I know...this is hard.

I know bae but we gotta make it work.

Its ok...gimme a kiss.

Corey blew his boyfriend a kiss and they ended the call. Demarcus always knew what to say to make him feel better. He stared at the picture of his boyfriend next to his computer. He was 6’1, 190 lbs with dreads hanging to his shoulders. Corey always had a thing for dreads. He laid back on the bed and reminisced about the good days of the past when they first met. They would chill in Demarcus’ room after practice and play video games or listen to music. And the sex was PHENOMENAL. Demarcus had 10 inches of manhood and was a certified pro that could make him climax without touching himself. 

He missed it. It had been three months since they last had sex, and he needed it BADLY.

Meanwhile, sitting in his Chicago loft, Demarcus was also missing Corey. He missed his soft, caramel skin. He missed his sweet lips and his innocent smile. Most of all, he missed holding him at night. He got up from the couch and looked though his window at the Chicago skyline. He had never felt anything like this before. Corey was his first boyfriend, and it took him awhile to accept the fact that he liked guys. He still didn’t call himself gay because he didn’t like the word or the negativity that was associated with it. They met on the football team at LSU, got drunk at a party one night, one thing led to another, and that was that. He continued dating women on campus to keep his reputation as a macho ladies man in tact, but he was spending more and more time with Corey. They managed to keep their relationship a secret.

Lately he was finding it difficult to remain faithful. They had somewhat of an open relationship at LSU. Demarcus was allowed to sleep with women, and Corey was allowed to sleep with other bottoms, since he was versatile and Demarcus is a strict top. It worked in college, but it had been three months since his last orgasm and Demarcus needed to feel his dick inside something warm and wet.

He looked at his fully erect eleven inch dick and imagined Corey’s skillful lips wrapped around it. Corey liked to tease him, but Demarcus always took control in the end. He imagined himself tearing his ass up doggystyle on the couch before taking things to the bedroom and hitting it missionary style with his tongue deep in his throat. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. It was his teammate, Darius Jones, trying to get him to come to some party.

Nah...I think  I’m just gonna chill tonight.

Damn D, you NEVER come out of the house.

Hahaha...yes I do nigga. But I’m tired. I’ll hit you up tomorrow though.
Yeah whatever...

He hung up the phone and that was it. Darius was cute...about 5’10, 185 lbs of full muscle, and smooth yellow skin. He started to imagine Corey and Darius taking turns bouncing on his dick. He thought about kissing Corey while Darius wrapped his lips around his pipe and served him right. He bit his lip and imagined the tight boi pussy that he was missing at LSU. He needed Corey ASAP. He was trying to resist the temptation, but he told Corey he would be faithful to him in Chicago and he didn’t want to let him down. He didn’t know how much more could take. He continued thinking about his boyfriend on the bed taking his eleven inch dick as he stroked his manhood trying to reach the ultimate level of pleasure. He licked his lips and imagined Corey’s legs in the air with him thrusting his hips. He imagined the moans and groans of pleasure coming from his boyfriends mouth as he drove his dick deeper and deeper into his tight, wet, pink ass.

The thought of his boyfriends sweet treasure excited him and he reached his climax. He was trying to be faithful, but he knew it would be difficult. He hoped and prayed he wouldn’t give in to the various temptations that were constantly surrounding him. Only time would tell if he could continue to be faithful to the man he loved, or fall victim to his one weakness.

Love and Life at Freedom University-Intro

I learned everything I need to know at FREEDOM UNIVERSITY. Four years of tough lessons taught me the essentials of life, love, and relationships. Freedom University is a beautiful historically black college located in rural Texas, right outside of HOUSTON. I came in as a freshman knowing very little about the world around me. I was sheltered from heartache and suffering my entire life, but I would be exposed to much more than I could imagine during my four years at FU.

FRESHMAN YEAR
My name is Jeremiah Williams and I was born and raised in Houston, Texas. My mother is a lawyer and my father is an engineer. I have two older brothers (Terrence-24 and Jason-22) and two younger sisters (Keisha-16 and Naomi-14). I decided to attend Freedom University because my brothers went there. Terrence played football and graduated summa cum laude. Jason ran track and also graduated with top honors. I earned a full track scholarship for being the top runner in the state of Texas.

I was slightly nervous about living away from home for the first time and I could see the sadness in my mother’s face the day she dropped me off.

“You have everything you need? Wal-Mart is right around the corner…let me take you to Wal-Mart.”

“Mama I’m fine…really. I have everything I need.”

I had everything I needed and enough extras for everybody on my floor. The freshmen dorms were much nicer than I imagined. There were about 12 3-story buildings (6 for the boys and 6 for the girls) spread out with a nice courtyard, two basketball courts, and a community center with a swimming pool, pool tables, vending machines, and two big screen flat panel televisions. The rooms were simple. They had two separate rooms with a bathroom in the middle.

My mom and I finished setting up my room and we shared a tearful goodbye. I was going to miss my family, even though they were only 45 minutes away. About an hour later my roommate arrived. His name was Clarence and he was from Dallas. He was about 5’9, caramel skinned, with dreads to his shoulders. I introduced myself and asked if he needed any help. He had a deep voice that made me feel something I’ve never felt before. He was also into track and we started talking about the state relays and the Olympics. Then we started talking about females and Madden NFL 2010. I could tell that we weren’t going to have any issues living with each other. He didn’t seem like a dirty person, and we had many of the same interests. We decided to walk around campus and check out some of the girls.

In high school I was a big ladies man. It seemed like I had a new girlfriend every week. I wouldn’t call myself sexy (I’m not conceited like that) but I sure as hell wouldn’t call myself ugly either! I’m a 6’1 yellabone with an athletic body and perfect teeth! Plus I got dick for DAYS and I keep a fresh taper fade. So like I said I wouldn’t call myself sexy, but you probably would! The ladies at Freedom University were already looking at me and I had my sights set on a few of them.
Later that night we had our first building meeting. I was in building 43 (or FO-TRE as we ghettofabulously decided to nickname ourselves.) We met the RA in charge of our floor (I was on the 2nd floor) and the Learning Community Manger (LCM) that was in charge of our building. The RA was a Senior Accounting major named Troy. He was a dark boy with eyes that seemed to look into my soul. I was mesmerized. It was a feeling that I couldn’t explain. I noticed him staring at me but when I would try to make eye contact he would look away and lick his lips. (Weird)

Our LCM was a recent graduate of the University named Jeremy. He was tall and bright with a curly fro, nice dimples, and he looked like he had a decent body. The natural fro look actually WORKED for him. It made him look exotic in a weird neo soul type of way. I couldn’t explain why, but my dick was rock hard.