INTERCEPTION
I knocked on the door halfway, hoping no one would answer. I was also hoping for an answer. I wasn’t even sure what I was going to say. I just knew I needed to see him.
The door to the apartment swung open. His hair was disheveled and hanging over his face, but I could see his eyes. Todd’s eyes widened when he saw me. I saw the shock, then fear, and finally, the hurt in his eyes. My heart winched, knowing I had hurt my best friend. He slammed the door in my face.
“Did you get it out of your system, or do you need to storm off for dramatic flare,” I shouted through the door.
It was silent for a moment, and then the door opened. I could feel the air return back into my lungs. He blew his hair out of his face.
“I’m sorry I was such a bitch,” I apologized with my entire heart.
“You were a bitch, and I’m not forgiving you..yet,” he said with a smile that warmed my heart.
He let me inside, and I told him all about how I had ended up with Santiago. I spared no details. The NDA didn’t matter. That was voided in my mind the second Santiago slept with Todd.
“Wait! So that big muscular ass quarterback is a bitch ass power bottom for you? How the hell did you manage that?”
“Guess I’m just good like that,” I said with a playful laugh.
Todd laughed, “Spoken like a true queer. Welcome to the family.”
“Yes, my bisexual ass is here to stay.” I snapped my fingers as I said it.
“Well, are there any other guys I should be aware of?”
I thought about my night with Dakota and Jackson. The idea of seeing Dakota made my eyes light up and twinkle. Todd quickly took notice of it.
“Spill it bitch. I can see it in your eyes.”
“I hung out with a guy I met through Santiago. He’s like coffee first thing in the morning. That’s probably a stupid analogy.”
“No, it’s not. I get it. For some people, their day isn’t right without coffee in the morning. It tastes right, and it makes you feel right. I get it.”
“I’m glad you do because I don’t. I should be running for the hills. Especially after the way he fucked me. My ass is still sore.”
“Girl, wait a minute,” he said with an eccentric flare. “He fucked you, and Santiago didn’t?”
“It was only fair. I fucked him first.”
“You are smitten with this man. I have to meet him.”
“I’m going to move slow with him. I don’t want to rush and ruin whatever is happening between us.”
“Remove the sex. Make him wait. Sweat his ass out. That will show you a real man from a fuck boy,” he said.
“Make him wait?”
Todd rolled his eyes, “W-A-I-T. Wait, bitch. If he’s worth it, he’ll stay.”
I liked the idea of making him wait. We needed to take or time and figure it out. Just make him wait for it.
SAN FRANCISCO
The breeze from the bay had sent a chill across the Bay Area. I felt a chill in my bones and also a bit of excitement. It had been two months since I had seen Dakota. I had wanted to take the time out to process all my thoughts and feelings about Santiago.
The parking lot was empty when I arrived. Standing at the far end of the lot was Dakota. He had a hoodie on covering his face, but I could tell his body build and structure from anywhere.
I got out of the car and approached him. He looked up, and his beautiful eyes made me smile. How was this man so beautiful? It just didn’t seem right. How was it that he was into me, and I was into him?
“Damn, you look good,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“So do you,” I replied innocently. I wasn’t quite sure yet how the whole dating-a-guy thing worked.
“You think I look good, he asked as he rubbed his chin. He was suddenly feeling himself but being playful with it.
I joked, “I was being polite.”
He laughed, “Damn! Shots fired. It’s okay. Give me a kiss with your sexy ass. Maybe your looks will rub off on me.”
I planted a kiss on him. His lips were super soft and wet. I forgot just how much I loved his lips. They were juicy and plump. His body felt warm and cozy pressed against mine. I could have stayed in his arms all day.
“What is this place,” I asked him.
“Lands End Trail,” he said as he pulled my hand.
We walked and talked, just being one with nature. At some point, he led me down these weird-looking man-made steps. We ended in this hidden cove where the land met the cold waters of the North Pacific. It was breathtaking. There were massive boulders sticking up from the water.
“This is beautiful,” I said.
“I love being on the water. Wanted to show you a little piece of my personality.”
“I like it. I can see how this fits your personality.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist, and we took a selfie together. The Pacific Ocean served as our background. We were both all smiles and giggles—two men who were happy to be around one another.
ATLANTA
A week later, I went to see him again on the road. He had scored the winning touchdown down in San Francisco, so he was calling me his good luck charm. I told him I couldn’t make it, but I had every intention of being there.
Dakota once again got some playing time and he put up several points. I saw a few people holding up signs with his number on it. At some time during the game, he texted me and told me he knew I was there in the stands.
That night, we met for dinner at Bacchanalia. Dakota didn’t seem to care about being seen with me at all. It was refreshing to just be able to sit and have fun.
The setting was so intimate. A quiet table just for two in the back. The vibe was chic and warm. We took turns feeding each other oysters and learning about the other one’s upbringing.
“How’d you know I was in the stands at the game,” I asked.’
“I spotted you,” he said as he took a sip of his wine.
“You spotted me in a crowd of thousands of people,” I asked. He could hear the doubt in my voice.
“I’ll always spot you in the crowd, Ty.”
I quickly changed the subject, “Let’s make a toast. To you getting more play time and people holding up your number.”
“To us enjoying our time together and getting to know one another,” he added.
He was so comfortable with everything. I was having a hard time being so open. It was taking me a little longer to get to where Dakota was, but I was hopeful that I would eventually get there.
DALLAS
Work got a little hectic, and I missed a couple of games, but I watched them on my phone. Dakota’s profile was increasing more and more. Articles were being written about him and his dynamic with the quarterback. I was so proud of him.
I caught an early flight to Dallas. I just wanted to see him. He had no idea I was coming to his room. We were on FaceTime just talking. I knocked at his door. He told me to hold on so he could answer the door.
He opened the door, and his eyes lit up. He quickly snatched me into the room. I pulled him into a hot and steamy kiss. I could feel his cock throb in his shorts.
“Shit, you just made me brick up,” he breathed. “How much longer before we can do the nasty again?”
“The nasty?” I laughed at him. He could be such a goof at times.
“I’m trying to be respectful and not say a dirty word.”
“We will fuck again soon. It will be worth the wait.”
I pushed him down on the bed. I straddled his waist and rolled my hips. He bit his lips.
“In the meantime. I have other ways to make you feel good.”
I rolled my tongue across his neck, and his entire body twitched. His toes curled, and he let out a long groan underneath me. I could tell by the way his body stiffened that he had just had an orgasm. I felt completely satisfied in my ability to seduce a man.
MIAMI
We were at the Perez Art Museum in Miami. I felt so in my zone admiring the pieces. Dakota watched my excitement. It brought him joy to see me so excited.
“You love art. Have you ever painted?”
I exhaled, “A long time ago. It was definitely my world. Things change, and people change.”
“Your love for it hasn’t changed. I can see it in your eyes. I like seeing you this excited. It makes me happy. Would you ever paint me?”
I gawked, “Paint you? That’s wild. I don’t know.”
Dakota pressed himself up against me. I could feel his throbbing member directly in the split of my ass.
“Think about it. You and me naked and loads of paint. I could be your masterpiece.”
“Masterpiece? You’re laying it on thick.”
He touched my face and said, “I’m sorry. I’m just really into you, Ty. When I know what I want, I just go for it.”
“And I really do admire that about you,” I told him.
We sealed our date with a sweet and simple kiss. His tasty lips always put me at ease. Just as we broke our kiss and were about to leave, two teenage boys interrupted us.
“Dakota, can we have your autograph,” one of them asked.
“Yeah. Of course,” he said with a bright smile.
He was so happy. That was the first time someone had asked him for his autograph. People were starting to see him. I loved that for him. He totally deserved all the happiness and success.
BOSTON
Another game was won, and Dakota played the entire first half of the game. He was a rockstar on the field. More and more people were becoming fans of his. It was time to reward him. He had been patient as I took my time getting to know him. He had a fancy hotel suite, and I had plans for him to enjoy his victory and fame.
We met in the middle of the jacuzzi. The warm bubbles surrounded us, providing warmth from the chilly Boston air. The moonlight captured his beauty perfectly. Dakota’s eyes changed before me. They went from innocent and pure to lustful and hungry. He was drawing me in without trying. We just seemed to fit rather easily. Through the water, I could see his naked body. It was a pleasing sight.
I felt like I was a snack under his gaze. He licked his soft pink lips as he smiled. His smile drew me further into his world. I swam to him. He reached out and pulled me closer as he draped his arm around my neck. Our lips met, and we began to kiss like passionate lovers. My tongue invaded his mouth. His tongue invaded mine. My hands explored his naked, wet body. I could feel his erection poking into mine.
The temperature in the water rose several degrees. I broke away from our intense make-out session. I kissed his neck, arms, and chest. He moaned softly. Our lips connected again, and our dicks throbbed against one another. We began to move slightly, making our cocks rub back and forth. His hand dropped down my back and onto my round buttocks. I palmed his meaty cakes. We couldn’t seem to get enough of one another. The taste and feel of his lips were pure bliss.
He pulled me out by my hand and led me into the room. We couldn’t even make it to the bed. I pulled him into another steamy kiss. Our bodies pressed together as we stroked each other. There was something about his lips and his body that just made me want to keep him in my embrace. Dakota seemed to feel the same way about me.
“I could kiss you forever,” I told him.
“Yeah,” he asked with a slight chuckle and rosy cheeks.
“Are you blushing,” I asked him, completely surprised by it.
“Don’t be cringe,” he said as he looked away from me.
I took hold of his chin and turned his face to me. As I looked at him, I couldn’t help but admire just how beautiful he was. I had come a long way in accepting my newfound sexuality. It helped being with someone as charming, gorgeous, and kind as Dakota. I kissed him again. My tongue wrestled with his for dominance. My hands gripped his plump cheeks.
I sat on the bed, eye level, with his pretty cock. I wrapped my hand around the base and took the rest of it in my mouth. Dakota placed his hand on the top of my head and began to fuck my mouth. His cock moved in and out of my mouth at a quick pace. I started to twist my hand around it as he fed me his thick tool.
I slid my tongue across his slit and then around the bulbous head. My mouth started to make all these slurping sounds as I sucked his soul out of his body. Dakota moaned above me. His balls tapped at my chin over and over. His cock began to release a steady flow of precum into my mouth.
Dakota ended up on his back. I straddled him and sucked on his neck. He took his fat pole and slapped it against my hole. Dakota’s started to raise his hips up and down. His cock slid back and forth between my buns. The friction felt incredible for both of us.
“Sit on my face, Ty,” he instructed.
I quickly obeyed him. It made me feel good and dirty. I quickly turned around and presented him with my delicious ass. He pried my cheeks apart, and his long tongue grazed my ring. I whimpered and then took his cock back into my mouth. We were both rock-hard. I began to bounce up and down on Dakota’s face. He stuck his tongue out and pushed it against my entrance.
“Your tongue feels so good,” I panted.
My balls bounced on his chest. My hard cock smeared precum over his midsection. He pushed his tongue deeper inside of my hole. As he ate me, he ran his hands over my cakes. His touch gave me chills. I lost myself in how good it felt. I rode his face for what felt like hours. He never complained. He just let his tongue and lips work my wet hole over. Our bodies exuded passion.
I felt wet and open enough for the main course. I had been thinking about his dick ever since he fucked me that night with Jackson. I moved back from his face and onto his lap. His dick pushed against my hole. It slid across it, teasing me. I arched my back, and the head popped my ring and slid inside me. It felt so good to have him stretch me out again.
Dakota moaned, “Oh my God. You feel so good.”
Dakota started to raise his hips. His cock slid in and out of me. My mouth hung open as he took me. He increased his pace, and our breathing grew deeper and more intense. I planted my hands on his chest and bounced up and down a little bit. More of his cock slid inside of me. We kissed, and he cuffed my cheeks and pulled them apart. I had every last inch of him inside of me. I could feel his balls pressed against my cheeks.
“Give it to me deeper. Please,” I begged of him.
We rolled, and I found myself on my back. He lifted my leg, and his swollen dick started to hammer my hole. I opened my mouth, and his tongue slid inside. As we made out, he continued to glide his member in and out of me. My insides started to become tender as his dick rubbed my walls raw. My hole moistened around his dick. I could feel the juices trickling out of me and coating his cock.
I pulled him on top and slapped his bouncy cakes as he pounded me in missionary. My legs wrapped around his waist. His cheeks clapped and bounced as he took me to the promised land. There was something about the way he fucked me. It made me want to risk everything for him. Sweat formed all over his body.
He put me on my knees and slid his enlarged beast back inside of me. He pulled out and pushed it back in and then pulled it out again. He repeated the act over and over until, finally, he was plowing my guts. His dick touched me deeper than I had been touched. I could feel his dick in my back and stomach. He slid in and out of me faster than before. My body was wrecked with joy and pleasure. I could hear my cheeks smacking into his pelvis.
“I missed being inside of you,” he whispered. His words and crisp voice rocked me to my core.
I was back on my back. He hammered at my hole. I dug my nails into his flesh. He thrust hard inside of me, and then he did it again. Each time, it made me cry out. He gave me these nice, long, and slow strokes. Everything felt like it was on fire around us. I took hold of my cock and began to stroke it. I was fully erect and begging for a release. I could feel every muscle in my body shake as I crashed down on his length.
I rolled him over, and I was back on top. I started to ride his cock. I wanted to feel it hitting my sweet spot, and it didn’t disappoint. Dakota knew exactly how to use his magnificent dick. I rested my forehead against his. He cuffed my booty cheeks, and I rode him hard and fast. My hips went round and round. His eyes began to roll, and sweat dripped from my body onto his. We were a sticky and sweaty mess. It was the best kind of mess to be.
Dakota began to make these strange sounds. I knew he was getting close. He could barely keep his eyes open and focused. They kept rolling into the back of his head. These incoherent groans and grunts escaped his mouth. I clenched the muscles in my ass around his dick. I felt his body lurch and his dick twitch in my hole. A warm feeling spread through my hole. It traveled deep into my chute.
Dakota had planted his seed inside of me. I wasn’t quite done yet. I still needed to cum. I resumed stroking my member as I bounced up and down on his sensitive organ. His dick hit my spot, and I nearly cried tears of joy. My nuts released my cum. I slammed down on Dakota’s cock one last time and blew my load all over his chest. He kissed me once more. We were exhausted. We snuggled up next to one another and just enjoyed the quiet.
An hour later, I picked up my phone. I had 93 missed calls and 100 text messages. Something was wrong. I randomly opened a message, and there was an attachment to an article in the New York Times. I clicked on it, and in big, bold letters, it read: Santiago Hernandez In Secret Romance With Giants Physical Therapist?
I screamed, “What the fuck?!”
In the blink of an eye, rules one and five had been broken. My life flipped upside down. I was no longer a private citizen. I was now a scandal. Just when I thought I was about to catch the ball and score…a damn interception!
TO BE CONTINUED
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