FUMBLE
The stadium had gone completely quiet. The scoreboard offered the harsh reality of the situation: 20-17. The Giants trailed the Cowboys by just three points with just 45 seconds left on the clock. My body was filled with nervous energy, as if I were the one playing the game. I could only imagine what Santiago was feeling out there on the field. The world was watching. No one wanted to lose their first game of the season, but someone had to.
The Giants lined at their 40-yard line. First down. The ball snapped into Santiago’s hands. He quickly scanned the field. The linebacker for the Cowboys lunged at him. Santiago flung the ball down the field. I gasped along with the 40,000 people in the stadium.
The wide receiver soared into the air. He stretched his arms out like an eagle. He snagged the ball in the air and landed. The crowd went wild. With 25 seconds left he had landed inside the sideline Cowboy’s 25-yard line.
My heart raced as the team got into formation. The ball snapped, and Santiago got the ball out of his hands just as he got sacked. The running back caught it. He dodged a few defenders. He rushed for ten yards before finally being shoved out of bounds. The ball was on the 15-yard line. I was damn near ready to have a stroke, and 10 seconds remained on the clock.
I couldn’t take it anymore. This had to be the end. There was no way they could pull off a victory with ten seconds remaining. Once again, Santiago had the ball. A defensive end broke through the line. Santiago spun out of the sack.
The wide receiver was streaking toward the back corner of the end zone. Santiago spotted him and hurled the ball. It was the most eloquent throw I had ever witnessed. He flicked his wrist with such power and grace.
The wide receiver leaped into the air and stretched his arms out. Two defenders collided with him in midair. The ball looked as if it were just going to graze his fingertips. It stuck. He caught it. The referee’s arms shot up. TOUCHDOWN!
Holy shit! I couldn’t breathe. They had pulled it off. I understood then that whatever Santiago wanted, he got. He wanted to win the first game, and he did it. He was undoubtedly a star. The final score: Giants 23, Cowboys 20. What a fucking comeback.
I looked around the stadium. Everyone was on their feet, cheering. The teams rushed the field and gathered around Santiago. The energy was positive and electric. My dick was fully erect.
I mumbled to myself, “Holy shit. This is why people love football.”
***
To celebrate the first game victory, the team owners threw a lavish party at the Plaza Hotel. I had invited all three of my best friends. The four T’s were all together again for a night of celebration. The grand ballroom was filled with partygoers. Most of whom were New York’s most elite.
“Ty, you’re in my world now. You get to party with the one percentile of the world,” Tadeo beamed with glee.
“Try to contain your hard-on,” Tao joked.
Tadeo joked back, “Don’t worry, I have enough dick to go around. You’ll never be left out.”
I laughed, “You two need a room.”
“Just like you and Todd need one,” Tao said with a smirk.
That was usually Todd’s opportunity to get a wisecrack in. Instead of a joke, we were met with quietness because Todd was missing; I quickly scanned the room and found him standing in a corner. He was searching the room with his eyes. I knew that look. He was hunting for someone in particular.
“Is he okay? He’s been unusually quiet all day,” Tadeo said. “Lovers quarrel,” he asked, looking directly at me.
With a roll of my eyes, I said, “Very funny, you dick. I haven’t spoken with him today. Don’t worry, I’ll find out.”
I walked over to Todd. He didn’t even see me coming. His mind was clearly elsewhere. I wondered what could have had him so far removed from the party.
“Todd,” I called out.
He looked at me and smiled. It was the friendly smile that said he had a secret. Something had occurred in his life. It was my duty as a friend to find out what it was.
“Congratulations on the win,” he said.
“I didn’t do anything. That was the players and the coaches.”
“The players can’t function without you making sure that every muscle is right,” he said.
“Okay. Maybe I helped a little.” I used my fingers to show just how small I may have helped. “Why are you over here in the corner and not with us?”
He responded, “I was just taking in the scene.”
“Oh! Looking for dick?” I quickly looked around the room.
“Or ass,” he said defensively.
I threw up my hands, “Or ass! I didn’t mean to offend your dick. Would you like for me to apologize to it?”
“Shut up,” he laughed.
“I’m serious. Pull it out so I can say I’m sorry to Todd Jr.” I reached for his zipper jokingly as I spoke.
He slapped my hand away, “He forgives you.”
“What’s been going on,” I asked. “The guys said you’ve been quiet all day.”
“Nothing,” he lied. Todd had never lied to me before.
I was about to question him more, but the doors swung open, and the room broke out into applause. Santiago strolled into the room like the king he was. The charcoal grey suit he was wearing made his skin glow like the sun. I instantly got hard.
He made his way around the room, shaking hands with people. He had this way of making anyone feel special. They were parading him around like a cash crop, but his charm made them see him as a prized possession. It was a wonderful thing to witness.
Through the crowd, Santiago found my eyes. He smiled, and the cameras flashed. I’m sure the room thought he was smiling at them, but I knew, and he knew that he was smiling at me. His smile quickly faded, and his face turned sour as his gaze shifted from me.
My head shifted slightly in Todd’s direction. My best friend had that look on his. I’d known Todd for years. I knew all his looks, and I especially knew the “I fucked him” face. Todd turned and smiled at me.
Jessica walked up to us. She had this glowing smile on her face. It was like she was gloating about something. In her hand, she held a silver watch. It looked slightly familiar.
“Todd, I’d hoped to see you here. You left this the other night,” she said as she handed him the watch.
Todd quickly took the watch. He looked almost blush-like. Jessica cut her eyes at me. The look in her eyes told me that whatever I was thinking was accurate.
“Enjoy the party. Maybe we’ll have you over again soon,” she said as she strutted away.
“You fucked him,” I blurted it out loud. Luckily, no one was listening to me.
“Tyson,” the color drained his face as he said my name.
“That’s not a denial, Todd.” I hoped the denial would come.
He sighed, “I didn’t fuck him. He fucked me. Oh my God, I’m not supposed to say anything because I signed a contract, but you know me, and I can’t keep anything from you.
I zoned out as Todd kept talking. My eyes were fixed like a dead person. In the distance, a heart appeared before me. It was beating beautifully and then it broke. It shattered into a million pieces. I understood all too well that I was watching my heart break in real time.
“It was so good. I knew it would be good, but the man fucked with the power of a god,” he went on and on.
“SHUT UP,” I screamed to the top of my lungs. “Just Shut the FUCK UP!”
The room went quiet. Todd’s face dropped, and I felt everyone’s eyes on me. The blood in my veins boiled with that of a million suns. I had to compose myself. I didn’t want to act out of character. I quickly walked away.
“Ty,” Todd called out to me as he followed behind me.
I stormed out onto a back hall. I was trying to calm myself down. All I could think about was how betrayed and hurt I felt.
“Ty, will you slow down,” Todd yelled out. “What the hell is going on?”
“Get out of my face, Todd,” I said with as much restraint as I could possibly muster.
“Ty will just talk to me,” he pleaded.
I got directly in his face and yelled, “GET OUT OF MY FACE!”
“What did I do wrong,” his voice trembled as he spoke.
“Tyson,” Santiago’s voice roared through the hall.
“WHAT,” I snapped.
“It wasn’t his fault,” he said. “I had to keep Jessica quiet and happy. Don’t be mad at him.”
I fired off, “I have plenty of anger to spread. Just like you have plenty of dick to spread.”
“I don’t understand why you’re so upset. You’re acting like you’re sleeping with Hen.” Todd put things together fast. “Oh my God, you’re sleeping with him? Since when? Tyson, you’re straight.”
“Yeah. A straight-up damn fool.” My words were aggressive and direct. “You fucked my best friend while you were fucking me. You got what you wanted. You got the straight guy's dick and then his gay best friend’s ass. Fuckin bravo to you.”
“That’s not true. It was one time. The other night, and I didn’t want to do it. I thought about you the entire time.”
“Don’t disrespect me like that.” I paused and thought over his words. “The other night? That’s why you came over and asked me to hold you? You fuckin bitch! Are you serious? You fuck someone else and then come and have me console your twisted-ass guilt?”
I laughed at my ignorance. I had been so enamored by him that I failed to see just how much of a fuck boy he could be or was. I had ignored it all, and in the end, I was the one hurting over a damn guy.
“It’s not like that, Tyson. Can we go somewhere in private and talk about all of this,” he asked with pleading eyes.
I didn’t answer for a moment.
“Please,” he begged.
Very calmly, I said, “Sure.”
The ride up the elevator was quiet. We both stood on opposite ends. Neither one of us dared to say a word. I didn’t want to cause another scene.
We entered the massive suite he had. The second he closed the door, all bets were off. I unleashed my full fury on him.
“Did you fuck him raw? Did you make him get tested as well, or was that just some shit for me?”
Silence. He said nothing, and that pissed me off more than I already was. How fucking dare he not answer me?
I shouted, “Talk FUCK, boy!”
“Hey,” he yelled.”
Condescendingly, I snapped, “Hay is for horses fuckin’ bitch!”
“That’s what I am now,” he asked. “I’m a fuck boy Tyson?”
“Damn right. I should have known you weren’t shit. I’m not even mad that you fucked someone else. I’m pissed that I care. I was content just fucking bitches, but all your bravado came through and flipped my world, and now I’m stuck thinking about men and feeling all types of gay, and what the fuck for?”
“You think I like this shit? My heart fuckin broke when Jessica presented her terms. I left her in the club for you.”
I yelled at him, “Didn’t nobody ask you to do that shit!”
“I fuckin know that. I DID IT. No cap! I did it because seeing you with Dakota got under my skin!” You, my fuckin dude! I don’t want you on some other dude's arms.”
“Arms? I don’t hang on nobody’s arms bitch!”
“Call me a bitch again,” he said in this deep low tone.
I hissed, “Bitch!”
He charged at me. The force of his body knocked me to the ground. As I fell, I grabbed hold of him and pulled him down with me. We both hit the floor. I used my strength and pushed up and rolled.
I flipped him and sat on his chest. Our arms quickly locked. He tried to push me up and knock me off of him. I shifted all my weight into my lower body. I used my weight as part of my strength to keep him pinned underneath me. My strength surprised both of us.
His leg slid under me, and he popped his knee up. I briefly lost my balance. He took that moment and acted on it. He flipped me off him. We both jumped up. I ran at him. I knocked him through the French doors in the room. The glass shattered.
The cold air slapped us both as we struggled on the balcony. We had each other wrapped up. Neither one of us refused to let the other one go.
“You fucker,” I sneered through clenched teeth.
“I never meant to hurt you,” he strained.
I asked, “Then why am I hurting?”
“Because you won’t let me make you feel better.”
He suddenly grabbed my balls. My body froze. He ran his hand across my penis, and it slowly started to come alive. I wrapped my arms around his gorgeous body and kissed him. We quickly stripped out of our clothing. Our lips never parted. We were locked in a warm embrace, in our underwear, kissing.
My hands moved down his backside and squeezed his thick ass. Santiago slid his hand down inside my boxers and gripped my cock. He moved his hand up and down the length of my pole. His smooth technique made me moan in his mouth. He ran his tongue across mine as I sucked on his lips.
My underwear dropped to my ankles, and I kicked them across the balcony. We broke our kiss, and our hungry eyes met one another. Both of our mouths were wet from all the kissing we’d done. I pointed to the small lawn sofa. He knew what I wanted, and he didn’t hesitate to give it to me.
He kneeled on his hands and knees on the sofa. His round buttocks were presented to me like a gift on Christmas morning. I pulled his underwear down, and those smooth cheeks appeared. His slightly parted cakes showed off his tight little hole. It winked at me. I ran my hand across his cakes and then around his anus ring.
I took my hard cock and slapped it directly onto his tiny hole. His body lunged forward. I dropped to my knees and pulled him back toward me. I pried his cakes apart, causing his hole to stretch and show me his pretty pink meat inside. It was a sight to see. I pressed my tongue against his hole and wiggled it back and forth.
“Fuck, Papi,” he exclaimed.
I dug into his flesh and massaged the muscles in his ass. My tongue found its way deep inside of him. I munched on that ass. Each time I sucked on his ring muscle, Santiago would moan and make his ass bounce in my face. I slapped his ass cheeks and rolled my tongue down and across his hanging balls. His breaths of pleasure grew deeper. I forced more of my tongue inside of him.
I moved around in front of him. I grabbed a handful of his hair and lifted his head. My dick was at his eye level. Santiago looked at my meat and then at me. He opened his mouth, and then I shoved my dick inside. He choked just a bit before he gained control.
I growled at him, “Suck my dick, bitch.”
He wrapped his lips around my penis head. I let out a sigh as I reached behind him and ran my fingers over his hole. My index finger pushed against the pucker as he blew me. He moved his head up and down my pole. With each blow, he took more of my cock into his mouth. After several minutes he had every inch of dick deep down his throat.
Santiago’s body rocked back and forth as he sucked me off. He closed his eyes and made love to my member. His hands ran along the front of my thighs. I slowly moved back and forth, letting my balls slap against his chin. I could hear the slushing sound of his throat. His esophagus was milking my cock. I pulled my penis out of his mouth, and he gasped for air.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
I moved behind him and pushed my fat dick against his moist hole. My dick easily slipped inside of him. Santiago’s tight pussy welcomed me to my favorite place on earth. He let out a deep moan as I started to clap his cheeks. I moved back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of his juicy ass. He reached between his legs and started to stroke his cock.
He cried out, “Fuck me, Papi. Come on! Give me that fuckin cock!”
“Shut the fuck up,” I demanded as I plowed into his cavity.
His tight walls gripped my dick. His ass let out little droplets of juice that ran down his balls. I pulled out and flipped him on his back, and pushed my dick back inside of him. I plowed through his guts over and over. Each time I bottomed out in him, his pussy would shiver. My balls bounced off his ass cheeks. He let out these animal-like moans as he jerked his fat uncut cock.
I put him on his side. Santiago lifted his leg up, and I put my fingers inside of his hole and pulled it apart. He let out a loud moan as I stretched his perfect hole wider than it had ever been stretched. I shoved my dick all the way inside of him. His hole snapped over my cock like wet lips. I moved my hips, working my cock in and out of him. I fucked him hard and fast. He moaned and tossed his head from side to side. As he jerked his dick, he leaked precum all over himself.
I turned and began fucking him from an angle. He moaned louder. His body clenched, and his ass made me work harder. I drove my dick in and out of him. Each time I pulled out, I drove in faster than before. His ass kept pulling me inside. I refused to pull out any time soon. The sexy sounds coming from him turned me on even more. I had spread his legs out, and I plowed his pussy. He gave it up freely. His long dick pulsed and twitched as I rammed in and out of his ass.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m cumming,” he cried.
“Gonna nut in your pussy boy.”
“Fuckin’ breed me, Papi.”
I pushed my cock deep into him. He let out a loud cry just as his dick released ropes of hot cum. My body twitched, and my cock jumped inside his ass. I let out a low groan as I flooded his insides with my cum. I leaned down, and our eyes met like they always do. The air around us grew still, and the world suddenly became silent. We were the only two people in the world. He bit his lips in that sexy way that could always get my engines going.
Very calmly, I said, “I don’t ever wanna see your bitch ass again!”
This shocked look suddenly appeared on his face. I got up and grabbed my clothes. He sat up on the sofa. A million words raced through his mind. He knew none of them could fix it.
“Tyson,” he called out.
There was no need for more pointless words. Nothing he could say would erase how I felt. I pulled out my phone and turned on “I Don’t Ever Want to See You Again” by Uncle Sam. As the song played, I slipped into my clothes. Santiago was never my boyfriend. I could accept him doing things with other people, but Todd was my best friend. That was something I couldn’t forgive. He had the ball with me, and he fucked around and fumbled it. Now I don’t ever wanna see him again.
