Love & Football: Chapter 2

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Damn daddy...get it...get it...get it. Ahhhhhhh I’m bout to.......

BUZZ

Corey’s alarm sounded and he woke up sweating. The sweat glistened against his toned body. He lifted the red, silk sheets and sat on his full sized bed. He looked at the erection that had formed inside his tight, black American Eagle boxer briefs. He wished Demarcus was there to lay him on the bed and drive his massive, eleven inch dick into him until he couldn’t take it anymore. His phone rang and he smiled when he heard Demarcus’ deep, sexy voice in his ear.

Morning bae

Morning D. When you comin down here? I need you to lay that pipe!!!

Demarcus laughed. I’ll be in New Orleans next weekend when we play the Saints. Yall got a home game, right?

Yup

Ite...I’m gonna try to watch you play. I mean...you aint as good as me but its cool.

Didn’t I break your receiving record? Oh ok...thought so!

Whateva nigga...gimme a kiss and get ready for practice!

Meanwhile, Demarcus was engaged in an early morning practice session with the Chicago Bears.  The team just suffered its first loss of the season, and he was extra aggressive on the field. He was playing with the utmost skill and drive, showing the other players and coaches why he was one of the leading receivers in the league. 

After practice, Demarcus walked into the locker room, stripped, and hit the showers. His muscles were sore, and he needed a steaming hot shower to relax and unwind. He turned the water to its hottest level and stood under the sprayer. He bit his lip and allowed the piping hot water to massage his body. He closed his eyes and imagined his boyfriend on his knees in front of him, massaging his dick with his tongue. The laughter of Darius and the other players entering the showers interrupted his fantasy

Aye nigga...what you doin?

What it look like?

His dick went limp, and he turned off the water, dried his body, and put on his underwear .

Darius followed him from the shower to the locker room. 

We goin to a party tonight. You comin?

Yeah...I guess.

Aww whatever. You always say that...

Nah for real this time. I’m coming.

Darius was always trying to get him to hang out with him, but he always declined. There was something about Darius that he didn’t trust, although he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He always had a sly look on his face, like he had a trick up his sleeve. Demarcus didn’t have time for drama, so he kept people like Darius as far away as possible. Right now he was missing his boyfriend, and he needed something to distract him, so he decided to take Darius up on his offer.

Later that night, he sat in his massive walk-in closet, wearing nothing but a pair of fitted red boxer briefs, trying to figure out what to wear. He had a wide assortment of shoes, shirts, and jeans to choose from and his closet was color coordinated with apparel in every color of the rainbow. He decided to keep it simple. He pulled out a pair of grey True Religion jeans, a white v-neck Polo T-Shirt, and his grey Polo sneakers. 

He sat on the bed, and thought about canceling. He really didn’t feel like being bothered with anyone tonight. He heard a knock at the door as he was picking up his cell phone to call Darius. He put on his jeans, walked out of his bedroom and through the living room and looked through the peephole. 

Open up nigga

Darius was standing outside, waiting to be let in. He was wearing a black New York Yankees hat, a white V-Neck, black jeans, and a pair of black & white Jordans.  

You early...

Nah nigga...you just late. Put on a shirt...don’t nobody wanna see that bird chest you got. 

He playfully punched him in his chest as he followed him to the living room.

Ya mama like it...he laughed. You want a drink?

Yea...fix me something strong.

Darius sat on the couch and Demarcus walked into the kitchen, took a glass out of the cabinet, dropped 4 ice cubes into it, then poured a mixture of Coca-Cola and Crown Royal. He handed Darius the drink and sat next to him. He looked at him while he sipped his drink. Darius was very handsome, and his playful personality made him even more attractive. 

Damn...this is strong!

You said that’s what you wanted! Where we goin tonight?

You’ll see...

He drank the rest of his drink as Demarcus finished getting dressed. Thirty minutes later, they were cruising the streets of Chicago in Demarcus’ black Range Rover. Darius was sitting in the passengers seat bobbing his head to the beat of Drake & Lil Wayne’s Right Above It. The night was chilly and the city was bustling with activity. 

Where we goin?

Make a left at the next light. And then a right at the stop sign.

Demarcus followed Darius’ directions and they ended up at a brownstone with several cars parked along the street. He found the first available parking space and parallel parked his massive vehicle between an BMW X5 and a Mercedes S550. 

What’s this? I thought we were going to a club.

Nahh...trust me. You gonna like this.

They got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk to the house. There was a man standing at the door, guarding the party from crashers and other uninvited guests. He was about 6’1, 280 lbs, and looked like Rick Ross.

You on the list?

Darius answered. Yeah...my name is Terrance and this is my boy D.

Demarcus gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he lied about his name. Something definitely wasn’t right, but the man checked his list and nodded for them to come inside.

Darius...what’s this? Why did you...

He didn’t let him finish..

Just chill...you’ll see.

They walked into a room filled with young, attractive men...all aged from 18-23. They were all slim built, some yellabone and some dark skinned. Demarcus locked eyes with a cutie that looked a lot like Corey. He had a sweet, innocent smile, slim waist, and a nice round set of cakes. 

D what the fuck is this? Why did you bring me here?

It’s cool Marcus...chill. A lotta guys from the team come here. We gotta do what we gotta do.

Fuck you mean? I aint down for this shit.

You aint gotta play me. I been peepin you since day one. I know you fuck around.

This wasn’t the time or the place to argue with Darius so he figured he would deal with the situation later. They walked down a narrow hallway into a large room filled with more people. There was a 50 inch television on the wall and a group of guys were watching a porno featuring a cute yella bottom getting his brains knocked out by a dark skinned tatted up dread head. They made their way to the kitchen where two shirtless bartenders were preparing drinks for the guests. Demarcus decided to relax and ordered a Bud Light Lime, while Darius ordered a Martini.

Just relax...have a little fun. 

Darius disappeared into the crowd and left him standing there alone. He decided to walk up to the cutie from earlier, who had made his way into the living room, and introduce himself. He recalled Darius giving the bouncer a fake name, so he decided to use one as well.

Sup...I’m uhh Kevin.

Nice to meet you...I’m Greg.

They shook hands and struck up a conversation. After all, there’s nothing wrong with a little innocent flirting, right?

So where u from?

New Orleans...u?

I’m from NYC. You look familiar though...

Demarcus got nervous. Did he recognize him from the football team? He couldn’t stay there any longer. He didn’t want to risk his true identity being revealed. He started looking for Darius, and found him in a corner getting head from some thirsty boy that had already sucked up half of the guests in the house.

Greg snuck up behind him.

Did I scare you? Its cool...I won’t tell anyone. I know who you REALLY are, Mr. Smith, and your secret is safe. Follow me...

Demarcus was still nervous, but he was also curious and he wanted to see what Greg had in store for him. More importantly, he wanted to know why Darius brought him there in the first place. Was it a set up? Was he being watched? Or was everything legit like he said it was? So many thoughts were running through his mind as he followed Greg down the hallway. He looked at his slim, form fitting jeans and licked his lips at the thought of how perfectly they fit his body. He moved a little closer and put his right hand on his ass as he followed him upstairs to one of the bedrooms. He sat on the bed as Greg closed the door and took off his shirt, revealing a slim & toned body with a pierced belly button, barbed wire tattoo around his waist, and a G with a Crown tattooed on the left side of his chest.

You like what you see?

He sat on his lap and started moving his tongue in circles on his neck and his ear.

Damn...

You like this Daddy?

Greg whispered in his ear as he reached for his dick. He was semi hard at this point, but his conscience was getting the best of him. He didn’t want to hurt his boyfriend, and he knew this was wrong.

I can’t do this...

You know you want it.

Greg got on his knees and reached for Demarcus’ zipper. Demarcus tried to push his hand away, but his dick was getting harder. Greg stood up and lifted the white v-neck tshirt above Demarcus’ head and tossed it to the side. Demarcus gave in to temptation, unzipped his pants and Greg went down and started teasing the head with his tongue. He moved his lips from the head to his balls, then back to the head. He bobbed his head up and down, slurping on his dick like it was a lollipop. Demarcus tried to resist at first, but eventually gave in to the warm, wet pleasure of Greg’s skilled lips. He licked his balls and stroked his dick before putting it back in his mouth and deepthroating like a true porn star. He had amazing skills, obviously from years of practice. Demarcus laid back on the bed and cradled Greg’s head with his right hand. He moaned in ecstasy as Greg continued to slurp and gag.

Damn nigga...work that shit. Suck this dick.

Demarcus closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, enjoying the pleasure he was receiving from Greg’s gifted tongue. His left leg started shaking and he gripped the back of Greg’s head.

Ohhhh shit I’m bout to nut...

Demarcus started stroking his dick and nutted on Greg’s lips. He licked it up, savoring the sweetness.

Greg gave him a devilish grin as they cleaned up and exchanged numbers. He walked through the hallway until he found Darius talking to a group of guys outside. 

You ready?

Yea...let’s go.

Demarcus still felt something wasn’t right as they walked quietly to his Range Rover.

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.

Homewrecking

Sometimes I wanna cut a bitch. Really. Gays can be very messy, sloppy, disgusting, and tacky. I know that’s harsh, but the truth hurts. In the gay world, fucking someone elses man is like an Olympic sport. I think its some sort of law...you are not a true homosexual until you have slept with someones boyfriend.

Meet James

James is a 20 year old college student, currently attending the same university that I graduated from last year. We met two years ago when he was a freshman, around the same time I started dating my current BOO. He’s a cute little yellabone...about 5’9, slim toned body, cute smile, and a nice ass. Of course he tried to ride my totem pole, but I really wasn’t feeling him like that. He was a friend to me, and I wanted to keep it that way. But ol boy was persistent. He just kept trying and trying and trying until I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him to back the fuck off and leave me the hell alone.

FAST FORWARD

About a year later, we started talking again. He finally accepted the fact that I had a boyfriend and we were able to move forward with our friendship. He had a boyfriend of his own named Tony. Tony was 6’1, chocolate skinned, and had a body from heaven. Every now and then we would double date. It was good to have friends, because in the gay world friends don’t come around often. You have to watch who you trust, because you will definitely get a knife in your back if you’re not careful.

Lately I noticed that James and my boyfriend were getting a little too close. They would call and text each other throughout the day, and whenever the four of us would hang out they would sit a little too close to each other, and they would give each other looks that were...uhmmm inappropriate. 

Now I’m not a dumbass. I can always tell when something aint right, so I asked my boyfriend one simple question:

Me: Are you fuckin with James?

Boyfriend: What the fuck you mean? Why would you even ask me that dumb shit?

That was all I needed. My suspicions had been confirmed. See, if there wasn’t any truth to it then my BF woulda just answered the fucking question. But instead, he got mad, which means he was fucking James. Right behind my back. Right under my nose. Was this nigga serious? Like really???

This was a delicate situation, and had to be handled with care. I had several options. I could:

1. Slash some tires and cut some folk
2. Fuck Tony
3. Fuck my BFs best friend
4. All of the above.

I quickly ruled out option D, because having sex with two people would make me look like an extreme hoe. I also ruled out option C because my BFs best friend is a woman, and I truly wasn’t in the mood for a fish fry. So it was either option A or option B. Option A was the most attractive, but I really didn’t have the time or the energy for it. And I wasn’t about to fuck Tony...why should I bring him into the situation? Then again, he was already involved.

So there I was...back to square one. Pissed off without any options. I needed to find a clever way to get revenge. I thought about some new options as I poured myself a glass of Moscato. I asked myself what Tremayne (my alter ego...Beyonce has one, why can’t I?) would do in this situation (don’t ask me why). That wasn’t helpful. It just made me horny (again, don’t ask me why). There was a knock at the door...

I poured myself a second glass of Moscato before answering. It was James.

Me: Wow...you are bold.

James: What do you mean?

Me: Don’t act stupid. Why the fuck are you here?

James: Because we need to talk...

The EVIL in me wanted grab him by the throat and bash he head against the wall, but that wouldn’t be very nice. I invited the little bitch in and decided to listen to what he had to say. I started to offer him a drink, but since he was fucking my boyfriend he didn’t deserve my Southern hospitality. We sat on the couch as I poured myself a third glass of Moscato.

Me: The fuck we gotta talk about?

Him: I’m sorry. It was late and I was drunk. I didn’t mean to...

Me: Save that shit. I don’t wanna hear it.

I started to throw his ass out, but the Moscato was taking its effect. I started picturing James with my dick in his mouth. Then I pictured him bent over with my dick up his ass. That wouldn’t be proper revenge, but I didn’t care. I was horny and tipsy, so I made my move and fucked him all over the living room floor. My boyfriend got home just as we were finishing. Awkward, right?

Boyfriend: What the fuck is this?

Me: Payback is a bitch!

You would think that this would be a bad situation, but it wasn’t. We ended up having a threesome. Well, it wasn’t really a threesome. It was more like us running a train on the little bitch. But I STILL didn’t get the proper revenge that I needed. 

The next day, Tony came to my job to discuss the situation. I really didn’t have time for that bullshit, especially at work. I was over it, but obviously Tony wasn’t. I decided that the only way to truly get revenge was to fuck this man. So we went into the restroom and got it in. I recorded the ending on my VIDEO PHONE (*Beyonce voice*) and sent it to James and my boyfriend. I thought the image of myself ejaculating on another mans face would be a good way to get back at them and gain some closure. 

So what’s the moral of this story? There isn’t one...

Saints & Sinners pt 1 (Meet the Family)

INTRO

Mount Pleasant Missionary Baptist Church was founded in 1894. It is one of the oldest and most respected churches in the small town of Rockville, North Carolina. The church has a rich history of providing food, shelter, and counseling to those that need it. Mount Pleasant was a strong player in the Civil Rights movement and organized protests, marches, and sit ins throughout North Carolina.

The church is led by Reverend Alvin Johnson, a 44 year old minister from Atlanta that was brought to the church last year after the death of the old pastor. Many members of the congregation did not feel that Rev Johnson was right for the church and left. Rev Johnson has been married to his wife, Sherita, for 24 years and they have two children: 18 year old Alvin Johnson Jr (AJ) and 16 year old Keisha. . The children were very respectable young adults and were very active in the church. Keisha was a member of the youth choir and AJ was a member of the Young Deacons Organization.

To an outsider, the Johnson’s seem like the perfect family. Of course things aren’t always as they seem. Every family has secrets, and the Johnson’s are no exception. 

REVEREND ALVIN JOHNSON

“I don’t care how you do it! Just deliver it! You’re not getting paid until I get confirmation!” the Reverend said as he hung up his cell phone and threw it on the table.

“What’s wrong, dear?” his wife asked.

“Nothing. Everything is fine.”

In reality, everything is NOT fine. Reverend Johnson has been hiding a secret from his wife for the duration of his marriage and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. As a man of God, he often struggled with the fact that he wasn’t being honest with his wife, or with himself for that matter. Sometimes he wondered how different his life would be if he hadn’t married his wife so early. He wondered what his life would be like if he wasn’t a preacher. He enjoyed the luxuries of his job, and the chance to interact with dozens of people on a daily basis, but he was leading a double life and he couldn’t continue the charade much longer.

SHERITA JOHNSON

“Oooh baby that’s my spot. Keep going...harder...harder...ooooohhhhh”

Sherita’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she reached her third orgasm. The man climaxed shortly thereafter, and the couple rinsed off in the shower.

“Sherita we can’t keep doing this” the man said as he kissed her goodbye. “What if we get caught?” he asked. “There could be serious consequences for the both of us”

“I know, but I can’t help it. And you know you can’t get enough of this”

The man smiled as he walked out the door.

Sherita is a devoted wife and mother. She has a hot meal ready for her husband when he walks in the door. She communicates with her children, helps them with their homework, and shows them unconditional love and support. She appears to be a wholesome and dedicated first lady. She is heavily involved in church programs and always has a kind word for the congregation.

Unfortunately, her husband is rarely home. He’s always out of town on ‘church business’ and when he’s at home its as if he’s in another world. They have been married for awhile, but lately it seems as if their relationship is suffering. Her husband always seems to have something on his mind, but he never wants to talk. And he hasn’t been meeting her ‘sexual needs’ lately either. And as the saying goes, what one man won’t do another one will. 

ALVIN JOHNSON JR

Alvin Johnson Jr is every woman’s dream. He’s a star basketball player with college prospects, he’s about 6’1 with an athletic body and handsome face, and he has the dick from heaven. He recently graduated from Marietta High School outside of Atlanta and decided to follow his family to North Carolina and accept a full basketball scholarship to Wake Forest instead of attending Georgia Tech. 

He is heavily involved in the church. He works with the children and is a member of the Young Deacons Organization, led by Deacon William Thomas. AJ has been interested in ministry since he was young and hopes to follow in his father’s footsteps by leading his own congregation. For now, his main focus is playing basketball, working with the youth, and studying architecture at Wake Forest.

KEISHA JOHNSON

Keisha has always been a straight A student. The simple thought of making a ‘B’ in any one of her honors classes makes her sick. She is currently ranked number 2 in her high school class and is on track to graduate one year early. She is a skilled volleyball player and has scholarship offers from Penn State, Texas, and Clemson. She is a member of the choir and has a voice that would give Beyonce a run for her money. Yes, she’s THAT good. She also helps her mother maintain the home, and is involved with various church organizations. With all of her extracurricular activities it’s hard to imagine her having time to participate in any unholy activities.

In fact, her family seldom questions her whereabouts when she comes home past curfew. They just assume that she’s out with friends or participating in a school or church function.

Yes the Johnson’s are a holy family filled with deep, dark secrets that threaten to tear their world apart, along with the small town surrounding it. Mount Pleasant Missionary Baptist Church has seen its share of ups and downs, but is definitely not prepared for the Johnson family.