OUTSIDE INTERFERENCE
The sound of Todd’s voice stopped us in our tracks. We quickly jumped up, and Santiago started to get dressed. I glanced over and caught a glimpse of Santiago bent over, pulling his pants up. His pretty backside looked good. Those globes of his were slightly parted. I wanted to run my fingers across his hole again. Something about him was making me gay, and it scared me.
“Ty, are you there,” Todd called out.
“Just a minute,” I shouted.
Santiago raised his eyebrow, “Who is that?”
“My best friend, Todd. He was with me at the club the night we met,” I reminded him as I ran to grab some clothes from my bedroom.
I quickly scanned my apartment for an exit strategy. My heart was pounding. The last thing I wanted was for us to get caught. Especially when there was still so much confusion on my part about everything. Santiago placed a hand on my shoulder. His touch helped to calm me down because I was damn near on the verge of losing it.
“Relax,” he said. “I know how to handle this. Just follow my lead.”
“Okay.” What choice did I have? He was the expert at all of this, as far as I could tell.
He strolled right past me and headed for the front door. The movement of his body was smooth and relaxed. There wasn’t a drop of fear in him. He knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn’t new to him. It was just all new to me.
Santiago opened the front door. Todd’s face lit up. He was genuinely attracted to Santiago. It was kind of hard to not be. The man oozed sex appeal and charm. He was incredibly hot.
“Well, hello again,” Todd said cheekily. He was completely smitten with Santiago. I couldn’t blame him. I was just as smitten, if not more, by the man.
“And goodbye,” Santiago said as he turned sideways and looked at me. “Don’t forget Saturday at noon. I’ll send a car over for you. It’s going to be a great charity event.”
“Charity event,” Todd chimed in, hoping for an invite.
“It’s a private sports event show. Invite only type of thing. Tyson has to go because I’m going. He has to make sure my muscles don’t become strained.” He sounded like he was being serious but also like he was speaking in code.
“Right,” I hesitated briefly, “I can’t make it. It’s too much too soon for me. Plans were already made.”
The look on Santiago’s face told me what his words couldn’t. He was upset, disappointed, and frustrated. I couldn’t let that affect me. I had to regain control of my life and sexuality. He was easily making me do things that should have repulsed me. He made my body feel amazing, but the mental torture and anguish was next level.
“Also, I think in the future, we should limit our contact. I don’t want people to think I favor you. Let’s just be professional,” I said, sounding more assertive than I had been since I first met him.
“That’s unfortunate. I understand, though,” he said as he turned his back to me.
He inched past Todd, who nearly broke his neck, staring at Santiago’s backside. I flopped down on the sofa. Todd came into the apartment and sat next to me.
“So, you get to work with him every day? How did you not know he was a football player that night?”
“All straight guys aren’t sports-obsessed lunatics,” I defended myself. “Some of us like the finer things in life.”
“Bitch, please. Every straight guy I’ve ever known has been sports-crazy.”
“Well, not me bitch. I mean, I’m more partial to basketball.”
Todd pulled his phone out, “Let’s google him. I’m curious to see what he looks like in his tights.”
“Before you go down that road, I need to ask you a serious question. How’d you know?”
“How’d I know what,” he asked. His voice was laced with curiosity and intrigue.
“That you were..,” I hesitated, “gay.”
“I just knew. I can’t explain it. It’s just one of those things where when you know, you know. The attraction was there from the start. For some people, it happens later in life.”
I mumbled incoherently, “Later.”
Todd didn’t stay very long. We hung out for about an hour. The entire time he was there, my nerves were on edge. I found myself zoning out and thinking about what had happened with Santiago, and I wondered just how far I would have let it all go before Todd showed up.
Even after Todd left, my mind kept wandering. I kept questioning everything about myself. How did I fall into the queer orbit? Was Santiago the only guy that I found attractive, or were there others out there that could fuck with my mind? There had to be a way to turn off the gayness or close whatever door Santiago had opened. There was no way one man had much power over me.
***
Practice was pretty uneventful. I spent the day learning all the different plays and memorizing each player, their position, previous injuries, strengths, and weaknesses. Before I knew it, the day was over. I entered the parking garage, and a black stretch limo had my car blocked in. The driver was standing near the back with the door open. He looked serious and slightly intimidating. He could have been a bodyguard with the energy he was giving.
“Good evening, Mr. Hill,” the driver addressed me. “Your presence has been requested this evening by Mr. Hernandez.”
I laughed out loud. This man had balls. He was persistent. It was cute and also frustrating at the same time. I was starting to see how women felt when a man wouldn’t or couldn’t take no for an answer. In Santiago’s defense, I hadn’t flat-out said no, but I did on more than one occasion say I was hetero. Yet my actions were screaming I was some type of gay.
I shouted into the limo, “I’m not doing this with you tonight. I’m going home, Hen.”
“He’s not in the limo, sir,” the driver informed me.
“Oh,” I said, feeling foolish. “Where is he?”
“Waiting for you. I’ve been told not to move this limo unless you are in the car. So, what will it be, sir?”
“Is he like this with everyone,” I asked.
“So far, sir…only you,” he said with a smile that quickly faded back into a serious face.
“He paid you to say that. I know he did,” I said as I walked toward the limo. I needed to tell Santiago face to face that this game we were playing needed to stop.
“If you say so, sir,” he said as he closed the door behind me.
The limo pulled up in front of a grey mansion in Jersey. Once inside, I found Santiago in the living room. He was sitting on the long sectional smoking. He looked up at me. There was a look on his face I hadn’t seen before.
I quickly said, “I’m only here because I need to say this face to face. I’m not gay. My label is straight.”
“Congrats. I don’t care. You’re here for business, Ty,” he said in a dismissive tone.
“I don’t see any business,” I said as I looked around the room.
“You will. Someone owes me money, and I need you to make sure my muscles don’t stiffen up when I collect,” he said.
“Why would they stiffen,” I asked.
“Why would I ruin the surprise? Have a seat; the show’s about to start,” he said.
I took a seat at the far end of the sectional. Five minutes later, the side door opened, and he walked in. Last night, I asked myself if any other guy could or would catch my attention. God answered that question rather fast. This young man was the epitome of beauty dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a beater.
He was slightly taller than me. He had that bright, pretty, flawless skin and the fattest set of pink lips I had ever laid my eyes on. He was a true redbone, a pretty light-skinned boy. His eyes were smoldering grey. His beard was full and sandy-red.
His hair was slick and faded out on the sides. His arms were toned with muscles. As he moved, I could see his appendage giggling in his shorts. He licked his pretty lips, and his eyes found me. They pierced me in a way that I hadn’t anticipated. He looked like an angel walking on earth. If he was an angel then I was a demon for the thoughts that ran through my mind.
“Dakota, you’re right on time,” Santiago said.
“Traffic was crazy,” he said. His voice was sultry and layered with an accent that I wasn’t accustomed to.
“What accent is that,” I asked.
He chuckled, “Haitian.”
“You’re Haitian?”
“My mother is. My father is Jewish and Italian. I was raised in Haiti, though. Came to America for college. What about you? What accent is that of yours?”
“Southern American. Mississippi, to be exact,” I said with a smile.
Santiago interrupted, “Dakota just got drafted. He signed with the Patriots. A rookie if I ever met one. A rookie who lost a bet and owes me 100k. Pay up bitch.”
“Bro,” Dakota playfully rolled his eyes, “I don’t have the cash yet. I was a fourth-round pick. I’m not loaded like you just yet.”
“You should have thought about that before you made the bet. Now, every day you don’t pay, I’m gonna add an extra grand to your bill,” Santiago said as he took a puff of his joint.
“That’s highway robbery,” I said.
Santiago shot me a disapproving look, “It’s rich man shit. Stay in your tax bracket.”
“You’re such a bitch,” I shot off at him.
He smirked at me like some cocky son of a bitch. He was being an ass, and it wasn’t in the way that I normally found enticing or intriguing. It was more so in a way that made me see him in a light that was less than flattering.
“Dude, come on. I’ll have the money in a couple of days. You know what happened to me,” Dakota said. He sounded like his heart was breaking.
The room was quiet for a moment. Dakota and I kept exchanging quick glances as we waited for Santiago to say something. The quiet and anticipation were fucking with me, and I wasn’t the one who owed the money. I felt bad for the young, beautiful man.
“Tell you what,” Santiago finally spoke, “since I’m such a nice guy, I’m willing to let it go and wipe the slate clean for something else.”
“Name it, bro,” Dakota quickly said.
“Take off your clothes,” he said.
The look on my face, I’m sure, was priceless. I couldn’t believe my ears. Dakota looked like he had just been shot in the gut. The fear and rage that washed across his face gutted me to my core.
“Dude,” Dakota whispered as he cut his eyes at me.
“Do it, or I’ll be taking every check you get. You know I will,” Santiago said with a certain coldness.
Santiago picked up the remote that was on the side of him. “Permission” by Ro James began to play. Dakota swallowed hard as he resigned himself to his fate. He slowly lifted his shirt. His washboard abs revealed themselves. His chest and torso were smooth and perfect, and his brown nipples instantly responded to the cold.
He tossed the shirt across the room. He hooked his thumb into the waistband of his shorts. His v-cut showed, and I felt my mouth twitch. I wanted to see more of him like some demented freak. He pulled the shorts down, and he was left standing there in a pair of grey boxer briefs. They hugged his swollen thighs just right. His package sat just right in them. I could easily make out his balls and his cock. My mouth ran dry as I took in the sight of him. He didn’t have an ounce of hair anywhere on him. He stood there looking helpless yet, hot as fuck to me.
“Everything,” Santiago said with such authority.
Dakota pulled his underwear down. His balls and cock flopped out. Dude had one of the prettiest dicks I had ever seen, not that I had seen many. It was thick and cut. The head of it was pink, and a nice trimmed bush and dark pubes sat above it. His balls were big and round in a tight sack that hung decently. I couldn’t look away from him. I felt like a pervert, but also I was wildly turned on.
“Come here,” Santiago told him.
Dakota nervously walked over to him. That’s when I noticed Santiago was naked. His cock was standing straight up and throbbing. He pulled Dakota on his lap and started to kiss him. His thick manly hands ran down the length of Dakota’s back and onto his plump and juicy ass.
I wanted to look away, but I was afraid I’d miss something if I did. Dakota rolled his hips in a circular motion and rocked back and forth on Santiago’s cock. Whatever nerves he initially had, they were long gone. Santiago let out a low moan as he pushed Dakota down his body.
Dakota slid to the ground and onto his knees and rolled his tongue across Santiago’s nuts. Santiago stroked his fat member as Dakota worked his balls. Dakota’s tongue slowly slid up the length of the Latin pole. He rolled the foreskin back and exposed all of Santiago’s fat cockhead, and then took it into his mouth. He moved his head up and down the pole. The entire sight was hot and sexy. I felt like an intruder on their intimate moment, but I relished it all at the same time.
Dakota got more into it. He knew his way around a cock. Was this their first time together? Was I just a toy till he got Dakota back? Why was I truly there? So many questions that would have to wait because I was so engrossed in the scene before me. Santiago stood up and put Dakota on his back. He got down on his knees and took Dakota’s thick, rock-hard cock into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Dakota moaned. “Eat my cock, Hen.”
Santiago worked his cock. I know it felt amazing. I remembered what it felt like when Santiago wrapped his fat lips around my member. It was a glorious feeling of ecstasy. Dakota instantly started fuck Santiago’s mouth. He looked so hot and dangerous on his knees like that. He hiked up Dakota’s legs, exposing his ass and hole. Dakota’s body arched, and he let out a long, loud growl.
Santiago’s tongue was buried inside of his ass. They were in heat together. As Santiago ate him out, Dakota gipped the cushion on the sectional. His toes curled, and his body rocked. He wanted more, and part of me wished I was the one tasting him. My dick throbbed in my pants. It had grown three times its normal size and was pushing against my pants, dying to get it. It was almost painful in some ways. Santiago stood up and positioned his cock head at Dakota’s entrance.
“Wait,” Dakota said, alarmed by it all. “Hen, I’ve never-oooh.”
His words were cut short and turned into moans as Santiago pushed his cock inside of his tight virgin hole. Dakota moaned and dug his nails into Santiago’s back. He clawed him like a tiger in the wilderness, clawing its meal. It seemed that it only drove Santiago further into his sexual haze. His cock drove deeper inside of Dakota with no end in sight.
“Fuck. Dude, it’s so fucking big,” Dakota cried in his thick accent.
“I knew you’d feel good wrapped around all this big dick. Time to pay up,” he said as he started to move his hips.
Santiago drew his cock in and out of Dakota. Each time he bottomed out in the boy, he would growl. I watched in awe as Santiago’s fat cakes bounced with each thrust of his hips. He worked Dakota over without any resistance. Dakota let out these deep moans. They were so fucking sexy.
“Oh my God. You’re fucking me.” Dakota sounded almost surprised by it all.
Santiago turned and looked over at me. There was an intensity in his eyes I’d never seen before. He winked at me as he flexed his cock inside of Dakota. The way he worked his body made my heart race. I felt all this fire inside of me, and I wasn’t even involved. I was just a mere spectator until he said those words that changed it all.
Santiago growled, “Come put your fuckin’ dick in his mouth.”
I moved with lightning speed. By the time I was next to them, I was naked. My cock was leaking. Dakota wrapped his amazing hands around my shaft, and I thought I was going to explode right then and there. He opened his mouth and swallowed my cock. His throat felt amazing. I let out an approving whimper.
Santiago wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I felt his fingers twist my nipples. My dick swelled inside of Dakota’s mouth. He broke away from the kiss and started to hammer Dakota’s hole. His cock was covered in thick fluid.
My eyes landed upon Dakota’s hard cock. It looked so tempting. It was hard and throbbing, and I wanted it in my mouth. I bent down and took his member into my mouth. My tongue exploded with flavor. I tried to eat his dick like it was my last meal. His body squirmed underneath me. I milked his cock more and more with my mouth and tongue. I threw all caution to the wind and made love to his dick with my tongue, lips, and saliva.
I was so lost in it that I didn’t even hear the roar that Santiago let out. He had flooded Dakota’s hole with his cum. Dakota spasmed under me, and his cock erupted in my mouth. I swallowed his sweet and creamy load. Santiago moved, and then he pushed me in between Dakota’s legs.
He wrapped his strong hands around my cock, guided it to Dakota’s hole, and before I knew I was inside of the warmest, creamiest, and tightest space I had ever been. My entire body was on fire. I was frozen but burning at the same time. Dakota’s hole sucked me in.
“Oh, fuck yeah. That dick feels so good,” Dakota said like some hungry whore.
I withdrew and then slammed my hips forward. My dick drove deeper inside of him. Santiago’s cum coated my cock. I found myself fucking him like a virgin. My only purpose was to cum. As I fucked into his sloppy hole, his cock bounced, and he made those sexy moans. Our eyes locked, and I wanted to kiss him. I leaned forward, and our lips met. It was a kiss like no other. As we kissed, I felt Santiago’s fingers at my hole. His thick digit breached me, and it tapped my prostate.
“FUCK,” I screamed as I blew my load inside of Dakota.
And just like that, everything had changed. Nothing could or would ever be the same again. Do you want more? Well, more is coming....
