Hail Mary
I was sitting there on the sofa in my grey boxer briefs. Dakota walked out of the bedroom in a pair of fitted black boxer briefs. His body looked good. It had been a few days since he came out on national television and declared his feelings for me. As he walked towards me, I could see the prominent bulge in his underwear.
“I go back to Boston tomorrow,” he said.
“Why’d you do it,” the question just sort of flew out of my mouth.
“Because I wanted to. Because I care. Because I really am falling in love with you,” he answered truthfully.
“Don’t you think maybe you should have told me before you announced it to the world,” I asked, slightly annoyed by his casual demeanor.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know. I thought it was a beautiful romantic grand gesture,” he said. “Why are you upset? I thought we felt the same way about each other.”
“I’m scared,” I confessed. “All these people know now. What if it ruins this beautiful thing we’ve been doing?”
“Are you scared? Or are you still holding out for Santiago,” he asked.
“What? FUCK you! I didn’t ask for any of this,” I shouted.
He gasped, “HA, you didn’t ask for it? Santiago made passes at you for weeks, and you never really stopped. You liked the attention even when he told you to stay away from me. You fucking wanted it. So don’t stand here and be all upset by the question. It’s a perfectly logical fuckin’ question.”
I fired off at him, “Logical would have been you not telling the world that you may be in love with me.”
“That’s your problem right there. You care way too much about what the world thinks and not enough about what I think,” he snapped.
“I do care. I care all about how you feel,” I defended myself.
He asked, “Really? Then why is it that in three days since I said that shit, you haven’t asked me if I love you or not.”
“I-I-I,” I stammered to get the words out.
“I-I-I,” he mimicked me, “you don’t fucking care. If I were Santiago, you would have been all over it.
“That’s not true,” I yelled as I stood up. “I care about you. I think about you all the time. I wonder what you’re doing when you aren’t here. I miss you when you’re gone. I traveled to see you. Don’t fucking tell me I don’t care about you. All I do is care!”
I paced the floor for a moment. My blood pressure was racing. I had to sit back down on the sofa. He came and stood over me and touched the side of my face. I looked up into his soul-stealing eyes. I knew deep down that Dakota wouldn’t let anything ruin us. He wanted me too badly. I just wasn’t sure if I was quite there yet.
“We’re going to be okay. I have faith in us,” he said as he leaned down and planted his soft lips on mine. As we kissed, I ran my hand up his thing and over his backside. His glutes felt perfect in my hands as I massaged them. I leaned back into a corner of the sofa.
We continued to kiss. Dakota ran his hand along the length of my cock. He slowly stroked me through my underwear. I pulled his underwear down, and his hard cock flopped out. It stood beautifully erect and at full attention. I took it into my mouth. I moved my head up and down his flag pole, sucking him for all he was worth, plus more.
He ran his fingers through my hair as he moaned. I kicked my underwear off, and he straddled me. He held both our cocks together in his hand, and he stroked them together. He used the mixture of both our precum to lube our cocks.
He took my cock into his mouth. He slowly stroked me as he sucked the head of my dick. My balls felt tense and full as he applied pressure to the shaft. His finger made its way between my cheeks. I felt him apply pressure to my hole with his finger. I slapped his hand away. I didn’t want passion. I wanted it rough!
“You still have a fucking attitude? Okay then,” he said as he suddenly hiked my legs up.
He pushed his thick dick deep inside of my ass with one push. I groaned from the mix of pain and pleasure. His balls quickly came to a rest against my cheeks. I could feel his pubes as they tickled my flesh. He was balls deep inside of me.
I pulled my legs back, and he started to piston in and out of my puckered hole. Our bodies locked together, making us one with each other. He started to rock his hips with power. As he plowed his cock in and out of me, my blood rushed to my dick. I started to stroke my member. We looked at one another, and then he pulled it out.
“On your knees. I don’t want to see you till your attitude is fucked out of you.” His voice carried so much authority.
I chuckled, “Sit the fuck down and shut up.”
He chuckled and sat down. I straddled him, and he pushed his cock inside of me. I started to bounce up and down on his pole. His dick hit my spot, and I cried out. He gave no fucks. He continued to plow into my guts. He treated my insides like a punching bag. He was brutal and quick with the jabs.
“You want to disobey. I tell you to bend over, and this is what you do,” he said.
I moaned, “You fuck like a bitch. Fuck me like a man!”
“Oh, I fuck like a bitch?”
He slapped my hard cock. I let out a loud groan. It hurt and felt good all at the same time. He knew what he was doing. My cock was leaking all over him.
“Your dick is as hard as iron, but I fuck like a bitch. Keep talking shit, Tyson.”
“Keep fucking me, Dakota, and I will,” I griped at him.
He suddenly tossed me off him. He put me on my knees over the sofa. He shoved his dick back inside of me. It felt like he broke my hole. I loved every minute of it. Dakota held onto my waist and slammed his big dick in and out of me. With each stroke, he slapped my ass. I felt wet, open, and shaken to my core. The force with which he fucked me was amazing.
“Turn this ass into my personal pussy,” he said. “Since you want to act like a little bitch.”
Those dirty comments fueled my sex drive. He hammered my backside. His dick felt longer, thicker, and bigger inside of me. I grabbed my cock and stroked it as he fucked me. His balls slapped into mine over and over. I started to throw my ass back on him. He met my every movement with a deep stroke.
I used my walls and exiled his cock. He backed away from me as I turned around and faced him. His face and chest were bloodshot red. His dick was angry as he stroked it. He was a sexy ass little bitch. He was my bitch.
I said, “If I’m a bitch then you’re my bitch.”
“Damn right,” he said as he approached me. “Act like you know who you belong to.”
I kissed him. I had to. He had just delivered the sexiest fucking line ever. I belonged to him. I just needed my mind to accept what my heart already knew. I lay on my back and spread my legs. He slid his massive tool back inside of me. He pounded my ass as I stroked my hard cock. Sweat poured off his body onto mine. He pounded me deeper and harder. His cock stretched my walls. I cried out as my cock sent ropes of cum flying out of me. Dakota slammed into me several more times, and then his cock exploded. He bred me. The novelty wore off fast, and we were right back at square one.
“Do you think you might love me,” he asked. There was almost a need or desperation in his voice for me to say it.
“Possibly,” I said as he looked away from me. “Look at me, Dakota.”
He turned and looked at me. I didn’t want to be the one to break his heart. Things with us were moving so fast, and he was such a great guy. He didn’t deserve any hurt. I never would have guessed being queer could be so messy. In all fairness, Todd complained about men and the games they played.
“I’m not trying to be a dick. I just feel like there’s a block. I can see how much you care about me, and I genuinely care about you. For some reason, I can’t figure out how to get over this block. Give me time to figure it out.” I tried to be as tender and compassionate with my words as possible.
“I know what it is,” he said as he stood up. “You and Santiago have unfinished business. It’s not properly done between the two of you.”
“No,” I went defensive. “We are done. I said what I needed to say. I mean, whether he heard me or not is a different story. He said some shit back, and that was it.”
“But did you hear him? Think about it: did you really hear him out and truly talk about everything you want?”
I paused for a moment and thought back on things. I really hadn’t given Santiago’s words much thought or energy. I was so angry at the time.
“I guess I hadn’t really thought much about it. Guess everyone needs closure,” I said sheepishly.
“Take a few days. Go and say and do whatever it is you two need to do. Get it out of your system, Ty. Do whatever you need to do with him.” The way he lingered on the “do whatever” made me shiver. I knew what he was getting at. We both knew. It was like silent permission.
He hugged me and said, “I’ll still be here, Ty.”
***
“HA,” Todd almost choked on his water as I told him what Dakota and I had talked about.
People in the restaurant looked over at us. I covered my face. So, much for trying not to draw attention to us. I mean, they were already looking at me and whispering. I was the headline. “Tyson Hill Turns out Rising NFL Star Dakota…”
My new normal was not normal for me. I liked being private. My every move was documented. The league was having a field day pretending to be accepting of Dakota’s sexuality. Oddly enough, I hadn’t been questioned anymore by the league.
“Sorry,” Todd apologized as his eyes quickly scanned the room.
I smiled weakly, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. You didn’t put that article out.”
“Still, no one should have to live like this. Hopefully, it will all blow over soon.”
I shrugged my shoulders, “One can hope. Anyway, what do you think?”
Todd sighed, “You know I have to agree with Dakota. There was clearly something more than sex between you and Hen. The way you reacted, Ty, was so aggressive. Those were real feelings involved. He could have responded so differently, but he was willing to explain things. He was regretful. He even said he pictured you when he was with me. Not my proudest accomplishment as a lifelong queer, but I think it speaks to the fact that he has feelings, and they are for you.”
“I should be happy. Dakota is perfect.” I let out an exhausted sigh at the end of my sentence.
“Maybe, but I know you. You don’t do perfect, Tyson. You’ve always had a soft spot for toxic whirlwinds. Even if you manage to outgrow the toxic part, you’d still want some sort of wild adventure. I guess what I’m saying is go see what Hen has to say.”
“Damn it, I hate you,” I playfully said.
“Bitch don’t make me cut you,” he said as he held the butter knife in his hand.
We both laughed. I was so grateful for Todd, his friendship, and his unconditional love. He was the best person I knew.
***
I couldn’t believe I had let them convince me that seeing Santiago was a good idea. It must have been fate that he hadn’t blocked my number and that Jessica was out of town visiting her family. Todd helped me dodge the reporters and photographers who were still camped outside my apartment building.
The night was colder than normal. I pulled the long trench coat I was wearing closer to my body as I stepped off the elevator. I put the code in the keypad and entered the penthouse.
The strong smell of weed floated through the air—soft instrumental beats played in the background. I found Santiago sitting on the sofa. The backdrop of New York City blended perfectly with his causal demeanor.
He had a fat blunt between those pretty fat lips. He cut his dark eyes at me. As he removed the blunt, he blew smoke in my direction. He was dressed down: a pair of grey sweatpants and a black beater. Damn, he looked good enough to eat.
“You showed up. I half expected you not to come,” he said. “Shocked, Dakota let you out of his sight. Saw his little stunt he pulled kissing you like that on camera.”
“I told you I would, so let’s not talk about Dakota. I need to really hear you out,” I replied. “But if this is going to be a thing where you bash Dakota, then I’m out.”
He smirked, “Okay. If I could take it all back, I would. I would tell Jessica no. I was scared and not thinking. I fucked up, and that’s on me,” he said.
“All we had to do was follow the rules of the game. I wasn’t going anywhere. You had the best of both worlds. I was content being in the dark.” My voice slightly elevated.
“I think maybe I wasn’t. When I saw the way he looked at you…without fear and for anyone to just see, I wanted to look at you like that in the open. I couldn’t give you that. So, I had to remind you what we had going on. I pulled you off the dance floor, and I gave myself to you. You took me without question like you always did. We were developing something real.”
“You did a piss poor job, Santiago.”
“I know,” he yelled. There was hurt in his voice. “I know,” his voice much softer. “It’s complicated. I struggle with admitting my feelings even to myself.”
“What feelings?”
“Come on, Tyson,” he said as he stood up. “You know I have feelings for you.”
“I don’t know anything. You never said it.”
“I showed it. I chased after you time and time again. I got you a job. I gave you my ass not once but multiple times. How could you not know? I think you didn’t care. You liked that I had eyes only for you and was chasing you around like a sick little puppy. I was happy with the scraps until I realized I could have the whole damn meal.”
I took stock of his words. I hadn’t ever thought about the fact that I was leading him on without giving him much of anything. Even when I fucked him, it was deep and intense.
“You’re right. I never looked at it like that. I’m sorry for that. I didn’t ask for the job. I actually hate this career.”
“You never told me that,” he said.
I smiled, “You never asked either.”
“Would you have opened up and told me,” he asked as he took a step forward.
I breathed, “Maybe not initially. I was too busy being chased, but now, yes. I’d tell you things if you asked.”
He squinted his eyes and asked, “Do you love him?”
“I don’t know. Maybe!”
“Do you miss me?”
“Yes!”
He closed his eyes and poured out his heart, “I thought when that article came out, it would pull us closer together. You’d turn to me for help. We’d work it all out and be back at it. I thought it was my Hail Mary!”
“Open your eyes, Santiago?”
He opened them. I could see how lonely he was and how much regret he housed in them. I knew! The truth was staring me right in the face. I just needed to hear the words.
“Did you release that article about us being together?” I was careful to make sure there was no judgment in my voice.
He nodded his head, “I’m fucked up. I thought if I outed us, it would bring us back together. I’m sorry. I keep fucking up and having to apologize. I wanna do better. I want to be better.”
“Hush,” I silenced him. I’d heard enough.
He stopped talking. That toxic behavior burned something inside of me. I had come prepared. I had hoped I wouldn’t have to go there, but there was no denying it. The part of me I kept trying to hide my life was the part that Santiago seemed to be able to always reach.
I opened the trench coat. His eyes sparkled as he took in my naked body. He bit his bottom lip as his cock started to grow in his sweats. He took one last puff of his blunt. The coat slipped off my naked body, and I turned around so he could see the one part of me he had yet to have. We both knew he was about to finally take it tonight.
He wrapped his big strong arms around me, “I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
I turned around to face him. I just knew he wanted me. To hear him say he wasn’t going to do it was a shock to my system.
“Don’t look disappointed, Papi. I’m going to make love to you because I don’t think…I know I’m in love with you, Tyson.”
FADE TO BLACK!
TO BE CONTINUED
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