RULES OF THE GAME
Santiago continued to fuck my mouth as he released rope after rope of hot cum. Each release of semen was like an explosion in my mouth. It was thick with a rich flavor. I didn’t know what to do. Should I spit it out, or should I swallow it? Would it be disrespectful to run and spit it out? There were so many thoughts and no answers.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You look good with all that dick in your mouth.”
For some reason, I tried to swallow it. I gagged on it and immediately began to move away. He grabbed hold of me even tighter and fucked my mouth harder. He was pushing his cum down my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop of his babies.
“Swallow me, baby. You know Daddy tastes good,” he said.
I had no choice. I swallowed his load. Every last drop of it slid down my throat. Once the deed was done, he released his grip on me. His cock slipped out of my mouth. It was still somewhat erect and dripping with my saliva—the reality of what I’d done slowly washed over me. I had just performed oral sex on a man. Why the fuck did I do that?
He sat up, and he stared at me. Santiago could see the wheels of regret and panic turning in my head. He placed his hand on the side of my face.
“Relax. Don’t think. Just breathe,” he said with this softness I hadn’t heard from him before.
“How’s my rising star,” the coach said as he entered the room.
I quickly jumped away and turned my back to the coach. Santiago tried to quickly stuff his swollen member away. We had been busted no matter how hard we tried to play it off. I knew he knew.
“Coach,” Santiago said excitedly, “Tyson worked some serious magic. I feel good.”
“Good to hear. If you don’t mind, I’d like a word with Tyson.”
I quickly turned around to face the coach. His tone sounded like that of a father who was about to chastise his child. I glanced over at Santiago, and he gestured for me to wipe my chin. I quickly did and realized there was cum hanging from my face. Santiago excused himself, and then it was just the Coach and me.
“Listen, Tyson, you seem like a smart guy, and so I hope to reason with your intellect. Whatever Santiago wants, he usually gets. He’s used to having his way, like getting you this job. Drain his balls all you want; just don’t do it here. What if someone else had walked in?”
“I know. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m not even gay,” I confessed.
“I don’t care what you identify as. I just don’t want the others getting word. You have to be the adult because the league will choose him over you. Keep it at home. I hope I’ve made myself clear.” He was stern with his delivery. I knew not to challenge it.
“I hear what you’re saying, but you have to tell him to stop coming on to me. He won’t quit,” I nearly yelled.
He inhaled and said, “There are rules to the game. Learn ‘em and play by ‘em. Are you ready? Because the rules are as follows…”
1. Discretion and privacy are everything. You can never tell anyone. No exceptions.
2. Know your role and stay in it. Don’t try to change him or anything else. Don’t fix what’s not broken.
3. No jealousy. He has an image to uphold. So be ready whenever he’s available.
4. His needs are all that matters. He’s the star on and off the field.
5. Never let anything interfere with the game. (The most important rule)
“You’re talking to me and telling me these things as if I’m with him. I’m not with him, and I’m not gay.” I desperately wanted him to believe me.
With a more sympathetic tone, Coach said, “Like I said earlier, he’s a star, and he usually gets what he wants one way or another. He got you this job, didn’t he?”
***
I stepped out of the shower after having tried to wash myself clean in hot water. A flash of Santiago on the table with my lips wrapped around his cock ran through my mind. My hands couldn’t grab hold of my toothbrush and toothpaste fast enough. I thought I was going to scrub my gums away with how hard I brushed my teeth.
No matter how hard I scrubbed and brushed, I couldn’t get his semen out of my mouth or off my tongue. As I tried to rid my mouth of his residue, the words the coach spoke to me kept playing over and over in my head. My thoughts were distracted by the incoming FaceTime from an unknown number. I hit the answer.
“You already naked and waiting for me.” Santiago’s voice pierced my ears. He was on the video smiling and looking seductive as fuck. I quickly ended the call.
He instantly called back. I picked up the phone and placed it in the drawer on the vanity. It solved nothing by putting the phone in the drawer, but it did make me feel somewhat better. There was a knock at my front door. My first thought was, “He’s outside my door.” Then I thought, “There’s no way he’s outside. He doesn’t know where I live.”
With the towel still wrapped around my waist and water dripping from my body, I went to the front door. I looked out the peephole and nearly had a stroke when I saw Santiago standing on the other side. I couldn’t believe he had shown up at my home. This man had balls the size of Texas.
“Open the door, Tyson,” he said as he knocked on the door. “I’ll stay here all night long and make so much noise you’ll get a noise complaint.”
That bastard was relentless. I opened the door, ready to cuss him out. The second the door opened, he flashed me that sexy smile of his, and all my willpower faded. It was like I had no defenses around him. He could just flip my life and world upside down. I hated it. I wanted control of my life back.
He looked sexy as hell, dressed in all black. The shirt fitted his body, showing off his muscles. His pants hugged his thighs and made his bulge stick out. The man really could command attention by just being there. His power was in his gaze. It was intense, magnetic, and consuming.
“Why are you here,” I asked, annoyed with the way things were going.
“Damn! No hello? Straight to business. I came to check on you. I’m sorry I left you with Coach like that.”
“He thinks I’m gay. He gave me five rules,” I shouted as I held up five fingers to further drive my point.
“Rules of the game,” he said as he brushed past me, entering my apartment. “You look good in that towel.”
“Excuse you. I didn’t invite you in here, man.” I sounded like a nervous schoolgirl. He had already seen me naked, so I shouldn’t have been nervous, but I was.
I closed the door. He flopped down on my sofa, spread his legs, and stretched both his arms across the back of the sofa. His presence made me uneasy, mainly because I couldn’t trust myself when he was around me. He knew it, and I hated that. It was like he had power or control over me.
I asked him, “Why are you doing this to me? Is this a game you play?”
“Doing what, Papi?”
I hated and adored when he called me “Papi.” It sounded sexy flowing from his lips. He used it in a way that made it feel like a drug. It got me high and made me feel relaxed and special around him. I wished it didn’t make me feel that way. I wished he didn’t make me feel that way.
“You know what? Please don’t mind fuck me. I’ve always been into women, and you keep trying to seduce me like I’m queer,” I shouted, nearly falling apart.
“I never said you were queer. I’m not queer.”
“What I did with you earlier today was, by definition, gay as fuck. I’m not a FAG!!” I shouted the last word with a bit of rage.
“Hey,” he raised his voice, “don’t say that word. It’s offensive, and who the fuck cares what you like? It’s 2024; who judges people still?”
I gasped, shocked, “Who judges people?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Dude, people are still trying to tell women they can’t have abortions. In 2024, racism still runs deep. So, please don’t tell me that folks aren’t giving the side eye to homos.”
“Relax. No one is putting a label on you, Papi. The only person doing that is you. I’m not queer. I’m just me, Santiago. You’re just you. You’re Tyson. We are two guys who are having fun exploring each other. No labels.” His words were calm and meaningful.
“You still haven’t told me why you’re doing this to me,” I snarled.
“Truthfully, I don’t know. That night we met, and you stood up to me and were talking all that shit; it turned me on,” he answered.
“So, I’m special or something?” My sarcasm could be felt around the world. It didn’t seem to phase him the way I hoped. It fueled him more than anything.
“Why don’t you ask the question you really want to ask me, Tyson.” His expression never changed.
“Fine,” I hissed, “am I the first straight guy you’ve ever tried to fuck? How many men have you fucked? Who the fuck told you that you were special enough to do this to me? Why did you leave me alone after I sucked your dick?
“Is that it,” he asked. “Or is there something else? I think there’s something else,” he said as he stood up and started to walk toward me.
He was right. There was something more. I was afraid to ask it. There was a fear deep inside of me about what it would mean if I asked. I didn’t want to give off the wrong impression of what or who I was. I hated that he could tell there was more.
“Ask,” he said with this commanding authority.
I closed my eyes. “Was I good?” It was a relief to ask the question, but it was also scary.
“Look at me,” he said as he closed the distance between us.
I looked at him. My heart was beating in my throat. There was a nervous energy in the room. He was anxious to see my response, and I was nervous of his actions. We were constantly crossing lines and boundaries as if it were nothing at all.
“You’re not the first straight guy I’ve done this with. You’re the first one I’ve ever wanted this badly. I’ve fucked a few guys before. I’m special because I am. I left you because I trust Coach to protect me. Lastly, you were good. Your lips felt like soft hands, and with practice and guidance, you’re going to be the best I ever had.”
The blood in my body started to race towards my cock. I could feel a twitch in my cock under the towel. As much as I wanted to avoid anything sexual, I knew my body was going to betray me anytime he was around. There was no fight in me.
“Santiago, I’m scared,” I whispered.
“So am I,” he said as he leaned in closer.
I closed my eyes as his lips drew nearer. His soft, plump lips touched mine, and an explosion went off. I kissed him back, taking his lips into my mouth. This hunger overtook me as we made out. He kissed me with a ferocious passion I had never experienced before.
His hands wrapped around my body. He pulled me into a strong and warm embrace. His hands traveled down my back and onto my ass. Santiago squeezed my ass cheeks in his hands, and my body melted in total bliss. The towel dropped from around my waist. My cock stood at full attention.
I could feel Santiago’s erection in his tight pants. His dick was dying to come out and play. My hands took on a life of their own, and I unbuttoned his pants. They dropped to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. I stepped away from him to catch my breath. His kisses had stolen the air from my lungs. He took that moment to pull his shirt off. I once again had a view of his beautiful naked body. His hard cock was standing at attention as he looked me up and down.
“Damn you sexy, boy,” he said as he licked his lips seductively.
He pulled me into another kiss. As we kissed more passionately, our tongues touched, and they danced with one another. He lifted me up as if I were nothing but everything. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our cocks touched as they rubbed together. It was a feeling that I found exhilarating and arousing.
We were lost in the passion and heat of things. My hands cuffed his thick and meaty ass cheeks. He stumbled forward, and I hit the sound system. We giggled briefly and resumed our passionate make-out session. He stumbled backward and fell back on the couch. I looked into his eyes as I sat in his lap facing him. His hands massaged my ass as both our cocks throbbed.
“Pink Matter” by Frank Ocean played in the background. The mood felt almost perfect for me to cross another line into man-on-man sex. The right amount of passion, desire, and nerves filled the room. Santiago extended his tongue out and rolled it from my chest up and across my neck. I let out a loud moan as he began to suck on my neck. My hips began to roll, and my body rocked back and forth across his cock. He wrapped his hand around my cock and began to stroke me. I was prepared to let him take me in any way he saw fit. I was completely lost in the moment and the madness of it all. That was until a knock at the door stopped it all.
“Ty, open up; it’s me,” came Todd’s voice from the other side of the door.
I was cock blocked and saved all at the same time. We did, however, have one problem. Rule number one was about to be broken. No one was supposed to know about what we were doing. Hell, I didn’t even know what we were doing. All I knew was that Santiago had a way of pulling me deep into the game, no matter how hard I tried to stay out of it. More to come...
