I take the throw in and push up the sideline. Just when I thought I’d be free of the dicks our seventh game of the summer season is against a new team to the league, the Angels. Angels they’re anything but! Most of the players are Brentworth dicks, including jackass and the head dick. Jackass lined up opposite of me and I almost threw up. Damn it, now I can’t even have summer season in peace. Coach Lance caught on to their tactics and we’re able to get a two one lead on them with just minutes left in the match. Coach came to some of my practices and games during the school year and didn’t like how me and Nikita were being treated by the veterans. I take the ball to the corner and force a corner kick. I place the kick just inches from the goalie and Nikita heads it out of their goalie’s reach and into the goal. Sweet! I high-five Nikita as we reset. I glance over at the sideline and see the scorekeeper holding up a large ‘2’. Yay, only two minutes of stoppage time. Sorry dicks, you guys are just gonna have to lose this one.

Casey intercepts a pass and sends it my way. I take the ball up the middle of the field I chip it into the corner where Langston gives that dick Kurt the shake and moves inside the box. The brunette battles with the dick and his friends, the ball gets past them and their goalie snatches it up before Casey can get to it. The goalie throws it out to jackass and he passes it into our territory. Jamie, a cutie redhead clears the ball to mid field and Nikita takes over. Nikita, Casey, and Langston pass the ball between the three of them running down the time and frustrating the Angels defense to no end, very nice. They clear the ball over to me drawing some of the defense. I move back towards mid field and just as I’m about to pass the ball off to Casey screeching tires rip through the air. Everyone stops as a large gray SUV jumps a curve bounces hard then slams into a truck that was making its way out of the parking lot. The SUV sandwiches the smaller truck between itself and a large tree, the whole tree quakes. Steam is coming from the radiator and…everything is…shaking… I hear the whistle blowing stopping the game. I try to focus on the people around me but…they’re blurry… I blink several times and reach up to grab my head…wait…why and I shaking? I look back at the vehicles and see people rushing to them…my breath…I can’t…catch it…..

 

“Senin…Senin, can you hear me?” Shit, what’s that smell? I blink and move to push whatever the hell is in my face away. Why are people looking down…what the fuck just happened? I move to sit up and feel hands at my back and shoulders, “Ok people clear back, let him get some air,” a guy says. I look to my right and see one of the parents kneeling beside me. Oh yeah, it’s Langston’s dad, he’s a paramedic. He got off today to watch Langston play, “Senin, can you hear me?”

“…Yeah…what?”

“You collapsed right after the accident.”

“…Aren’t you…”

“It’s being handled,” he nods in the direction of the accident. I look over and see the blue and black ambulance. I blink hard then bring my knees up to wrap my arms around my legs. I feel myself shiver and I close my eyes.

“Sen!” I hear Lin’s voice call out. I lift my head just as she wraps her arms around me, “Are you ok? What happened?” she asks as she pulls back to look at me.

“…I’m…ok…” I say trying to shake the cobwebs loose.

“You haven’t been eating anything out of the ordinary lately have you?” Langston’s dad asks.

I shake my head slowly, “No…I think I just…got a little dizzy that’s all. I didn’t really sleep much last night,” yeah that’s a total lie, I slept like a log. I didn’t even feel Marcus get in to bed last night. Apparently he was worn out ‘cause I woke up before he did and he’s always up before me when we sleep together. I’ve been trading my sleep time between the two of them. For the most part, Chase has been good and actually letting me sleep. Of course when I go back to Marcus’s room he’s always ready for a tumble, but he settles for a nice blow. Believe it or not, but it’s been an entire two weeks without either one of them pinning me under them and havin’ their way with me, but I digress. What the fuck just happened to me? I don’t pass out. I’ve never passed out.

Langston’s dad looks at me carefully, “Ok, just get some rest next time. Don’t go trying to wear yourself out before you even make it out of high school.”

“I’ll try,” I say. Lin gets up and pulls me to my feet. She knows I was lying to him. I take another look over at the scene. Someone’s being put on a stretcher. I close my eyes and shake my head hard.

“Sen?”

“I’m cool Lin.”

“Come on lets get you home,” DC says walking up to us, my bag slung over his shoulder. Tom and Rebitcha are working as well as Marcus and Chase had a meeting with one of his professors so it was just Lin and DC coming to the match to watch me today.

After letting the rest of the team know I was ok, we headed for DC’s truck that’s in the lot opposite of the one where the wreck took place. Just as we reach his truck for some reason I look back and see jackass comin’ up to us. Great what the fuck does-

“Yo,” he calls out. He stops about ten feet away from us, “…you ok?”

…Did the earth just stop? Did hell freeze over? Did Vin Diesel turn gay? Did I become straight? ...Did…he just…ask me…if I was ok???? Holy shit the world is comin’ to an end! Jason, the jackass, Marksin just inquired about my well being!

“…Yeah, I’m good…thanks.”

He looks at me for a second then heads to his car. I look at Lin and DC. Both of them just as shocked as I am that jackass actually did something…considerate since we moved in. Somebody pinch me.

 

 

“That was just…fuckin’ scary,” Lin says shuffling through her digital photos, “He actually asked if you’re ok.”

“I know right,” I reply lying on her bed lookin’ through her stash of porn. I totally blame it on Marcus for me even bothering to look through these things. I knew she had a collection since James was the one that got it for her. I’m still blown away by the act of…I guess kindness on jackass’s part. But I’m still trying to figure out what the fuck caused me to do that. I’ve never passed out in my life. I put down the Playgirl and look at my twin, “Do you?”

She looks up from her camera, “It may help. But knowin’ them, they’ll ask a lot of questions,” we didn’t say anything about my little episode at dinner. Jackass didn’t bring it up, which was even better. Part of me wants to tell someone, but I…shit I don’t know. I need a change of subject, “So, have you decided yet?”

“…Decided what?”

“Which one you’re gonna pick.”

“Huh?”

Lin rolls her eyes at me, “Which guy you’re gonna be exclusive with? Chase or Marcus?”

That’s my twin for ya. She knows a lot more than she’ll ever let on. Well of course there was me moaning like I was getting the best ride of my life not too long ago and Chase wasn’t here for that. I still can’t believe Lin just came out and said that she gets herself off to everyone that morning. Rebitcha gives her a disapproving look now when she sees us. Back to square one, but who gives a fuck. Marcus gives her a wink every time he passes by her, greedy, but he knows she’s only got eyes for DC and hell I don’t blame her, that is one hot piece of sexy dark chocolate. I’m surprised Rebitcha hasn’t said anything about him yet. Truth be told, I can’t wait ‘til that happens. I wanna see Lin rip her a new one.

“…Hell, I don’t know.”

“Then keep both of them.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Not if you talk to both of them. You know Marcus will be open to it. And Chase already knows that you’re not really into doing the whole relationship thing. Maybe the three of you can work something out.”

“Like I said Lin, easier said than done.”

“If you talk to them more it can be.”

“Yeah, but if it didn’t feel like I had to choose between them whenever the three of us are around each other I could actually say something.”

Lin arches a brow, “Since when were you afraid to tell someone that you wanted them?” her eyes go wide then she rolls her chair over to me at the bed. She leans on her elbows, “You’re in love with both of them, aren’t you.”

You really can’t get much past my twin. I close my eyes, “…Yes.”

“Aw Senin…”

“Stuff it,” I say feeling my face heat up.

“It’s about time you realized it,” she says pinching my nose. I open my eyes, “I was ready to drag you in here and ask you if you were ever going to admit that you love those guys.”

“…How?”

“From the first moment you laid eyes on either one when we came to live here. Seriously Sen, you got Mick and Patrick a new boy toy to play with, you’ve hardly been over there ever since Chase said he loved you, hell you hardly stayed over Nikita’s after Marcus came home. Yeah bro, you love ‘em.”

Shit, she’s one hundred percent right. My attendance across the street has plummeted. I’ve seen Nikita jog over every couple of days and not leave until it was almost dark. There have been several nights where he’s called asking me to cover for him while he spent the night at Mick’s. Patrick came back just after we finished school for the summer. That’s a nice bit of yummy too. Man I can think back to the days I’d go over there and Patrick would be there and I’d end up tied down and both of them lickin’ my pole like it was a candy cane….yeah better not finish that thought…

“I’ll figure something out,” I say sitting up. I look over at the clock on her desk, one-oh-one in the morning. We haven’t had this long an episode of twin time in a while, jackass said he’d clean up the kitchen after dinner and I just went with it and came up here to talk with my twin. She’s been out with her friends or DC and I’ve been left to bounce back and forth between two hotties. Two hotties that I’m in love with, man can this life get any more complicated?

“So where ya sleepin’ tonight?”

I break out a yawn, “I’ll sleep with Marcus tonight. Almost got caught last night,” I was opening the door to Marcus’s room when Rebitcha came out of their bedroom. She took in my appearance and was about to ask me what I was doing walking around in my boxers (a very skimpy pair I might add) this early in the morning when I pulled somethin’ out of my ass sayin’ that I wanted some o.j. She frowned at me but went downstairs anyway. Crisis averted.

Lin grins, “Ok. Just remember to keep it down.”

“Ha ha,” I say standing up, “I still can’t believe you told them you get yourself off at the table.”

“It’s not like I was lyin’,” she says.

“You still haven’t shagged him yet?”

Lin shakes her head, “Not yet, but soon.”

“I can’t believe you’re waiting this long.”

“I know, me either. But then again, Demetrius is a special guy.”

“Aw, wittle Win’s in wuv,” I say makin’ kissy faces at her.

“Go put a cock in your mouth.”

“Back at ya.”

She smiles, “Frat love.”

“Frat love. Night Lin.”

“Night Sen.”

I close her door just as Marcus comes to the top of the stairs. He gives me a smile as I turn and head into our room. We go inside and as soon as he closes the door he’s got his arms around me from behind. I like his arms around me. He rests his head against mine and his fingers start working their way under my shirt. Soon it’s coming up over my head and landing on the floor. He presses me to his chest as his fingers tease my nipples. I try to walk away from the door some more just in case a moan breaks out but only manage a few steps with him. His hands then make the trip south and soon my shorts and boxers have a date with the floor as well. I step out of them and slip out of my shoes as Marcus’s hands continue to explore my body.

“Spread your legs and bend over,” he whispers in my ear. I feel his hands travel to my ass as I bend over and spread, “Hands on the floor,” he says. I put my hands flat on the floor and look between my legs to see what Marcus is up to. His hands leave my ass and soon this shirt and shorts are havin’ a meeting with the floor as well.

“Uh, Marcus?”

He gets down on his knees and I feel his lips and hands roaming over my ass, “Spread some more,” I do and he gives me a squeeze. I press my lips together, man his hands feel good on my ass. He spreads my cheeks and kisses my opening. Oh hell… Thankfully his kisses move down to my balls. Seriously if he kept that up I would never come down to breakfast again. He takes one in his mouth and sucks and my thighs quiver. His hands trace lightly over the back of my thighs and I shiver. He hums and I let a soft moan escape. Marcus switches and I look and see that he’s rising to the occasion. Damn that is a gorgeous cock. My eyes close as he makes his way down my shaft. He lets off my pole and I open my eyes. What the? He switches to a sitting position and stretches his legs out between my arms. Oh he’s just torturing me. I move my hands outside of his legs a bit more and he scoots forward just enough to take my head in his mouth and reclines slightly on his hands. But that brings his pole within teasing range. I blow over it and watch it twitch. I see his hand come up and reach the tie in my hair and pull it out letting my hair drape around his thighs. I move my head from side to side swaying my hair and brushing it lightly against his pole. He moans and I damn near fall over. I look at this swollen beading delicious piece of yumminess then bend my knees just enough to bring my lips within rage to stick my tongue out and lick his head. More of my pole goes in his mouth and he’s fine with it. I bend some more and soon I’m able to take his head in my mouth. See, it pays to be flexible.

After countless seconds I let go simply because the blood is rushing to my head and my face feels heavy. I straighten my legs and Marcus works his way back to my balls. I bring my body upright and feel his hands steady me as he continues to bathe my balls momma cat style. Man I’m never gonna be able to watch a nature show again when a momma tiger is washing her cubs. His hand comes to my pole and pumps me and I fight to keep from just crumpling down on top of him. Marcus then finally moves from beneath me and crawls….holy shit look at that ass! Oh yeah, time for me to pounce.

Just as Marcus gets to the bed I grab his hips. I sink between his legs and run my hands all over that hard tight booty. Hell no, there’s no way I’m gonna let this opportunity get away. He moves to straighten up and I feel the drool running from the corner of my mouth. His back is sooooo lickable! I move down and start from the base of his spine and lick up feeling every vertebra as I go, my hands moving along his sides. I stop just below his hair and part it to continue to the base of his hairline. I press my body against his and feel him moan. I then move back to continue my licking expedition going down his trapezius to his shoulder. His arms are up on the bed so there’s a slight dip then swell where his deltoid starts and I just have to nibble on that. My hands move down his abs and I take hold of his pole with both hands and play with it. I lick my way to the midline of his back and find every dip I can while he tries to thrust into my hands.

“Trying to lick me clean,” he purrs over his shoulder. I’m back at the base of his spine at the tailbone bump and I take a bite out of it.

“I’m gonna do more than lick you clean Marcus,” I say when I let go. I move my hands away from his pole and rest them at his hips. My hands just fit so well. I lick my way back up his spine nibblin’ here and there. When I make it to the back of his neck I slide my right hand around and get a good grip on his ass and rub my pole in between his cheeks, “I feel like takin’ this ass for a ride,” I say into his ear. He pushes back into me. All systems go.

I bend over and retrieve the bottle of lube that rolled under the bed yesterday while Marcus was doin’ his thing. Thankfully the cap was closed on it. I open it and pour some on my fingers then take a look at those nice firm globes I’m about to part. My eyes wander back up Marcus’s body. He looks so relaxed, so…submissive. I never would have pegged him to be a bottom. He starts to wiggle his ass after a minute and I reach out and give his left cheek a pinch. He moans softly as I give the reddening area a rub while I slip in a finger. I go back to licking him as I get a feel of what’s to come. I add another finger as I kiss his left shoulder, my pole’s just itchin’ to be inside this nice tight heat. Marcus pushes back and I go ahead and add a third. It only takes a second to find his spot and have him moaning into the covers. I lean over to the nightstand then Marcus reaches in between the mattress and box spring and pulls out a condom. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were dozens hiding there. I take out my fingers and take hold of the rubber as Marcus is kind enough to open the packet. My hands shake in anticipation of getting a good grip on those yummy hips as I pound him somethin’ good. I get the rubber on then rub my head against that tight little entry. Marcus pushes back taking my head inside. …Oh…sweet… I rest my head on the back of his and take a deep breath. Marcus moves again and I grab his hips to still him.

“It’s ok baby love,” he says, “Do your worst.”

Game…fuckin’…on!

 

 

I purposely missed breakfast. Even with Marcus being able to reach the remote to turn on the stereo, it was loud. Man it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been able to get my hands on a nice piece of ass. And it felt damn good, too. After nailin’ him on the floor we got in bed and picked up like we…well hell like we were gettin’ into a better position. Man, there’s just something about takin’ a guy from behind that gets me all nice and randy, especially with the way Marcus moves. I think I left some teeth marks on his back… I then wanted him on his back. Shit, I even pulled the covers over us and it did little good. At least Marcus had the presence of mind to keep his moans under wraps. I on the other hand… Man I love havin’ his legs around my waist. And I really love lickin’ his nipples. Yeah I didn’t want to go through that whole ‘what the fuck were you doin’ last night’ again. Damn he’s got a tight ass…but I’m sure Chase’s ass is much tighter…oh shit. Chase… Great, I’ve fucked that up royally. He's not gonna want to have anything to do with me now.

I sit at the desk half-ass reading a book. Marcus is sleeping soundly on his stomach. I pulled the covers up over him just in case Tom felt the need to come in to say something to me. So far he hasn’t. Lin poked her head in and just smiled like the cat that ate the canary. I could only smile back and tell her to have fun with DC. My cell makes it’s little chiming sound telling me that I’ve got a text message. I flip open my phone and see that it’s a message from Chase. ‘Come over please,’ it reads. I close my phone and get up from the desk. I look at the time on my phone, eleven thirty-nine. Just about everyone should be busy doing other things so that should leave the three of us upstairs and Tom in his office. I open the door and see that Chase’s is open. I look both ways before crossing the hall and step just inside the door. Chase is sitting on his bed, face unreadable. Shit, I’ve fucked this one up real bad. He gets up and comes over and closes the door. I try to look everywhere but him but that doesn’t work ‘cause as soon as the door clicked shut he put my back to it…of course my luck would have the doorknob diggin’ into my ass.

“Were you going to take me like you did Marcus that night?” he asks, his voice soft but firm.

“No,” I say finally lookin’ him in the eye, “Marcus isn’t a virgin and as I’m sure you heard I wasn’t goin’ easy on him.”

Chase looks at me for a long moment. I have no clue what’s goin’ on in that sexy head of his so I’ll go worst case scenario. He’ll never want to see or talk to me again. I told him that I can’t do his idea of a relationship. Or maybe it’s my fault for not makin’ the attempt to try. Shit, Chase what’s goin’ on inside that head? “Did you take him like that because you were mad at me for not letting you?”

Huh? “…Why would I be mad with you? Wait…is that why every time we’ve slept together we just slept? ‘Cause you thought I was mad at you?”

“…Yes.”

I shake my head, “Dummy, I’m not mad at you. And I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. I’m not that kind of a guy Chase, you should know that. Why did you think I was mad with you?”

His hand comes up and touches my cheek. I close my eyes and take in the feel and sigh. My parted lips are met by his and before I know it my arms are wrapped around his neck and I’m trying to lick the back of his throat. We part for air and Chase pulls me away from the door. I hear a click and it registers in my head that he locked the door.

“Chase…”

He leans his forehead against mine, “Take me.”

I open my mouth then a soft knock comes to Marcus’s door. Damn you Thomas Reed! He knocks again, “Senin, are you awake?” talk about a cock blocker! Chase reaches around and quietly unlocks the door. I step behind him as he opens the door. Tom turns around and spots me. He’s got a look in his eye. It the look that he’d give us when me and Lin were little and he found out something bad we did. Chase steps aside as he comes to the doorway.

“Why am I now finding out that you collapsed after the game yesterday?”

“Senin?” Chase looks at me with surprise. That mother fucker…

“Your coach called just now to see if you were ok. Start talking.”

“It was just a dizzy spell…it’s nothin’ to get all riled up about,” I say shrugging.

“A dizzy spell…a dizzy spell that just happened to occur right after a wreck at the field,” yeah, he’s not buyin’ it.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone when you came home?” Chase asks. Great now I’ve got two nagging hens. Shesh they sound like mo-…

I rush past Tom and go into Marcus’s room. I close and lock the door before Tom can get in and press my back up against the door, my lungs fighting to draw in oxygen as I close my eyes to calm myself. Images from yesterday start popping into my mind. The wreck…the people…the ambulance…….the flowers…the caskets…the picture of mom and dad…Lin crying…I feel Tom knocking on the door and I slide down until I’m sitting on the floor, my face tilted up at the ceiling. I hear something like voices, but I can’t make out anything. My chest feels tight…fuck what’s wrong with me? Something feels wet on my face.

“Sen…Senin…baby love open your eyes,” …Marcus? I open my eyes to his dark ones. He’s kneeling in front of me and he reaches out to wipe my cheeks. Shit, why am I crying? “Baby love, just take a deep breath for me ok?” I still feel the knocking, “Dad, I got it,” he says and the knocking stops.

“Marcus, what’s going on? Is Senin ok?”

“I’ve got him dad,” Marcus calls back. He comes to my left side and then his arms move me towards him. I tuck my head at his shoulder and finally take a deep breath. I feel his hand stroking my back and I realize that I’m trembling. It’s not long before I hear someone running up the stairs and coming down the hall.

“Move,” I hear Lin say. She tests the door then starts banging, “Senin let me in.”

“It’s ok Kalin, I’ve got him,” Marcus says over her banging.

“Marcus, open the door, please,” she says.

“He’s ok Kalin, he’s ok. Give him a minute.”

“Marcus, don’t make me pick this lock.”

“…I’m not wearing any clothes right now.”

“Like I don’t know what you’ve got. Remember I have a twin that’s the same sex as you,” she says. I take a few more breaths and then the next thing I know, I’m laughing.

“Baby love, are you ok?” Marcus speaks in my ear. I calm down and look at him, concern written all over his face.

I lean my head against his, “I’m…ok now,” I look down and see that Marcus is in deed still naked. I hear the knob jiggle and then feel the door pressing against us as Lin’s no doubt grabbed her lock kit and opened the door. She pushes on the door enough to poke her head in.

“Senin, get your ass from in front of the door.”

“I’m ok Lin,” I tell her.

“Still, get out from in front of the door.”

“…Marcus is, uh, kinda naked still.”

“Like I don’t know he’s got a cock Sen, move!” she says and shoves the door again. This time she squeezes in and my weight against the door closes it again. Tom knocks on the door.

“You guys?”

“We’re cool Tom,” Lin says looking down at us, “Give us a minute.”

“I want you to open this door.”

“And I said give us a minute,” she says glaring at the door as if it will allow Tom to see the look on her face. She crouches down in front of us. She reaches out and touches my cheek, “What happened?”

I shake my head, “…Tom found out about me passing out yesterday. He started…talking…and…”

“…it reminded you of mom,” she finishes in a whisper. I nod and then I have two sets of arms around me. A few minutes later they let up and both feel the need to run their hands through my hair. I can’t look that bad. Lin leans back and looks over at Marcus, “It looks like you just rolled out of bed,” she says then looks down and cocks her brow, “Not bad.”

“I try,” Marcus replies with a grin. Lin leans in a bit.

“But Demetrius is bigger,” she says with a smirk.

“I’m sure he is,” Marcus replies. Man these two, can’t take ‘em anywhere.

“I’ve got pics,” she says just as Tom pushes on the door. Lin gets up and pulls me to my feet. Marcus stands up just as the door opens wider and Tom steps inside.

“Senin, are you all right?” he asks looking at me first, then he notices Marcus standing just behind me but not enough to cover anything, “Marcus Aaron Reed put some clothes on right now there’s a lady present!”

“Geez Tom you act like I’ve never seen a naked guy before,” Lin says rolling her eyes. Marcus chuckles and goes over to the dresser and retrieves a pair of boxers.

“Ok I want the two of you out, I need to talk to Senin alone,” Tom says once Marcus puts on some clothes. Lin gives me a smile then walks out with Marcus behind her. Tom closes the door and motions for me to sit on the bed. I comply and sit go sit down. He sits next to me and puts his arm around my shoulders, “Senin, please talk to me. What’s going on with you?”

I look down at my feet, “…I just…it made me think…about…the accident…” I close my eyes feeling them tear up again. I take a few breaths, “Then you and Chase started in on me…” Tom hugs me and I really can’t help but hug him back. I squeeze my eyes tight again to fight back the tears.

“You don’t have to hold it in Senin,” he says quietly, “you can cry if you need to. No one’s here but me,” I can’t hold it back anymore…

 I pull back and wipe my face. Now I know I look a hot mess. Man, I’ve never cried that much before, my head hurts. Tom lets me get up and I go into the bathroom and splash some water on my face. As I’m wiping a towel over my face I feel a hand at the small of my back.

“How are you feeling?” Tom asks. I look at him through the mirror.

“I’m…tired.”

He nods, “It can happen when you cry a lot like that,” his arm then comes around my waist, “Senin, promise me you’ll tell me if something like that happens again. I know you don’t want me to worry about you so much, but if you don’t tell me what’s going on I will,” I nod and he presses his lips against my head, “Thank you. Get some rest now. I’ll bring up some lunch for you a bit later ok?” I nod again and he gives me a squeeze before letting me go and leaving the bathroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes are red and slightly swollen, I just look…worn out. Maybe I should talk to someone about this…

 

 

 

“So where are we going Marcus?” I ask as he drives us downtown. I hardly ever came downtown. The city really wasn’t my scene. I love living on the outskirts, these building and all the people crowd into small areas like this bother me for some reason. It all seems hectic.

“I just thought you could use some get out of the house time,” he replies as we turn left. Our last game was a forfeit so it’s been just over a week since our last match. I pretty much stayed around the house and read. I just didn’t feel like going anywhere. Chase and Marcus would keep me company when they could. Lin tried to drag me out with her and DC, but I’m tryin’ to be a third wheel to whatever they’re doin’. Marcus pulls into a parking lot that’s flanked by several small shops with people moving around. Wow, never seen this part of town before, but then again, I hardly come here. We pull into a spot directly in front of a coffee shop. The place looks like something Salvador Dali would have made.

We get out and go inside. The place is practically deserted as I walk behind Marcus as he weaves his way through the scattering of tables to the back of the shop where a line of booths occupy the back wall. We take one in the corner just out of sight of the front of the shop. All of a sudden a server comes out of nowhere and takes our order. Me never being one for coffee went with the house special tea and surprisingly enough Marcus does the same. The server vanishes again and Marcus looks over at me.

“So why are we really here,” I ask.

“I just thought it’d be easier to talk somewhere different,” he replies. Our server comes back with our order and then vanishes again.

“I’m really not one to talk out in public,” I say stirring my spoon around in my large mug of tea.

“Who’s around?” he asks then looks out among the empty chairs and tables. He’s got a point there. There’s no one here, “I know the owner of this shop. She opens it for limited hours during the day but it mainly stays open at night,” just then a buxom redhead comes walking up to the table. She leans over and gives Marcus a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Just lock up if you leave early. Your server’s taken care of.”

“Thanks Beverly,” she smiles at us before turning around and heading out, of course she’s swingin’ her ass all for Marcus’s benefit mind you.

“You and her?”

He shakes his head, “The place is ours ‘til four.”

“So you’re gonna be my shrink or somethin’?”

Marcus takes a sip of his tea, “I figure that it would be easier to talk to someone that has a clue of what you’re goin’ through,” he takes another sip, “You probably don’t remember the wreck I was when mom died.”

I take my spoon out of my mug, “I remember mom sayin’ to dad that you were in denial about the whole thing, that you didn’t believe Tom when he told you,” he nods, “She said you wouldn’t go to the funeral because you didn’t believe she was the one in the casket.”

“Yeah I was so angry at dad for telling me something like that. I knew that mom was sick, and I knew what she had, but for some reason, it wasn’t or I wasn’t letting it click in my head. I mean seriously, I was thinkin’ like an average little kid that no one ever explained death to. Not knockin’ on…”

“I get what you mean,” I say then take a sip of my tea. Hmm, this is pretty good, “…Have you been to her grave?”

He nods, “Yeah a few times. At first I thought just being there and talking would help, but it didn’t. I needed to talk to someone that would be able to respond to me. I’m really grateful that your mom was able to help me.”

“She was really worried about you. It bothered her when Tom told her about you acting…suicidal, I guess. What happened with all of that?”

Marcus gives a small forced laugh, “Yeah, one night I snuck out of dad’s room and went to mine. He wouldn’t let me stay in my room since I barricaded myself in right after he told me about mom. Anyway, I snuck in and accidentally knocked over a beaker. I was picking up the glass and cut my finger on a shard and for some reason I just sat there and watched as it bled. It was like I was a little kid fascinated with what was going on. I then decided to see what more would look like and I took the shard and made cuts along my arm,” my eyes get wide and he shakes his head, “They weren’t deep, just enough to draw blood. Dad came in and freaked. He’s got a master key to all the bedroom doors, save mine, and took all the locks off the bathroom doors.”

“How did you pull that off?”

“I found the company that make the same door locks and got a replica one with a different key and put it on one day when he had to go into the office. You probably don’t remember that my room used to be Chase’s. He wouldn’t let me stay in there after the glass incident.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. I asked mom about that and she didn’t know why you changed rooms.”

Marcus reaches out and places his hand over mine, “You miss them a lot don’t you.”

I look down at my tea, “…Yeah. Dad was excited about the new season. He took me shopping for new equipment the day before.”

“But you haven’t used it.”

I nod, “…I can barely look at it. I can still hear Lin screaming that day when they pulled us out of class to tell us sometimes. I was ready to beat the shit out of the person that caused the wreck. Then the cop said that the person who caused the pileup died as well on the way to the hospital. He got slammed into by a garbage truck. That’s probably…why I reacted like I did at the field that day,” I look up and Marcus nods at me.

“Dad was really upset when you didn’t tell him about that. He knows that you haven’t really given yourself a chance to grieve their loss, with your uncle and moving and everything. He doesn’t want you breaking down on him. Not like I did. It bothered him that he wasn’t able to get me to talk to him about what was going on in my head and he doesn’t want the same happening to you or Kalin. He wants you to talk to him, let him know what’s goin’ on.”

“I’m…just not really good at that at times. Lin’s a lot better at it.”

Marcus gets up out of his seat and comes over and sits next to me, arm slipping around my waist and pulling me close to him, “Whenever you need to talk, and I do mean whenever, it doesn’t matter if I’m in the middle of something or not, come talk to me, ok?” he speaks into my hair, “And if you can’t get a hold of me, talk to dad or Chase. He’s worried about you too baby love.”

“You like callin’ me that,” I whisper.

“That’s because I love you Senin,” he whispers back.

 

 

 

 

It’s been three weeks since that…spell of, whatever it was happened. For the most part I’m good. We’re winnin’ games, I talk to Marcus when I’m feelin’…iffy, I sleep with either Chase or Marcus at night. No, I still haven’t popped him. People, or I should say Rebecca or jackass, keep getting in the way. But I’m ok with it. I haven’t done anything with Marcus either. They’re both great to sleep next to. No, I still haven’t told either one or have been able to get both of them in a room alone at the same time to tell them how I feel about them. Lin threatens to do it herself if I don’t get a move on. I can’t help that Marcus works and Chase is getting ready for his first year at the Anderson Art Institute. He’ll be living at home so that’s cool.

I come in and just as I get a foot on the stairs I hear a noise coming from the kitchen. I know that everyone else is out so it must be Tom prepping things for dinner. Granted it’s only gonna be me, Marcus, Becca, and Tom tonight but hey, if he wants to cook I’m not gonna stop him. I walk into the kitchen and…what the fuck? Tom’s sittin’ at the island and there’s a bottle of vodka next to him three quarters empty. Ok, maybe it’s not that bad. Maybe he just started drinking; there probably wasn’t that much in the bottle to start with… I walk up beside him and push the bottle out of his reach then begin to move the tumbler when his hand comes over my wrist.

“Tom…why are you drinking? It’s like one o’clock in the afternoon,” Tom looks up from the glass. Ok, he doesn’t look that sloshed yet, but his eyes are red and slightly puffy…he’s been crying, “Tom, what’s wrong?”

“What did I do wrong? I’ve been a good husband. I help take care of her and the boys. So what did I do that was so wrong?”

“What are you talking about Tom?”

“Becca…she’s…what did I do wrong?”

“What’s she doing?”

“She’s not at work.”

“She’s probably at lunch or something.”

“I…went to take her out to lunch. When I got there the receptionist said she went to lunch with her….husband…” I arch a brow at this. Tom leans closer to me, “I told her I was her husband and she said no because her husband’s taken her out to lunch several times before and I don’t look like him,” he takes my hand that’s still holding the glass and brings it to his lips downing the rest of it. He leans over the table for the bottle and brings it back and fills his glass again.

“Tom, drinkin’s not a really good thing to do-,”

“One of her co-workers came into the area and recognized me. The receptionist took the hint from the look on her face and wouldn’t say anything else,” tears stream from his eyes, “What did I do wrong? I love her. I thought she loved me. I even stopped seeing men to be with her, so what did I do wrong?” he lifts the glass again and downs it in one go. Yeah, I need to get him out of the kitchen. I take the tumbler away from him with my free and push it to the far end of the island.

“Come on Tom, let’s get you upstairs before all of that alcohol kicks in,” I say. This is gonna be interesting. Tom’s like a few inches taller than Chase and has a bit more mass than he does and little ol’ lean but muscular six foot me is gonna try and get him up two flights of stairs. Ladies and gents, do not try this at home. I slip my arm around him, “Come on Tom let’s get out of here.”

Tom gets up but the drink is already starting to kick in. He gets to his feet but he’s got a lean on him. His arm feels heavy on my shoulders and his body is gonna make this an interesting climb. We manage to make it out of the kitchen without running into anything and down the hallway to the stairs, “Ok, we’re goin’ up now,” I say to him. He nods mutely and puts one foot on the stair. Ok, this might not be so bad. Slow and steady, slow and steady. Halfway up he starts leaning on me more and more, “Come on Tom, just a few more,” I encourage ‘cause frankly, I doubt I can drag him if he drops on me here. I feel his hand grip my shoulder and then his head resting on top of mine.

“You’re so good to me Senin,” he says with his voice taking on a slur.

“Yeah we need to get you to bed. Come on, we’re almost there,” We get to the top of the stairs and I heave out a sigh. Tom starts movin’ on his own and we actually make it down the hallway easily. Yay! I open the door to the master bedroom and head in the direction of the second set of stairs. That’s when Tom starts fiddlin’ with the buttons on his shirt. The hand on my shoulder comes around to work the buttons putting me in a choke hold as he gets buttons undone, “Uh…Tom…choking…me…” I get out. His hand comes to my chest and pats me.

“Wha? Senin? Is that you?” Yeah it’s kickin’ in now.

“Yeah, I’m trying to get you to your bed,” I say now that he doesn’t have me in a sleeper hold anymore. He keeps moving and we end up walking past the stairs over to the sitting area. They have this huge couch that’s practically designed for fucking sitting in front of a big screen tv with a coffee table filling the space between. The bed is up in the loft area that overlooks the sitting area. His free hand goes back to the shirt and then he just rips it the rest of the way open. He yanks at the beater and it comes away just as easily. The shirt and the beater end up on the floor… Holy shit… He then goes to work on his belt. Thankfully he doesn’t rip that off and he lets it fall to the floor carelessly. His hands work then on his pants and gets them slipping from his hips as he starts leaning forward. I come in front of him to steady him. I have to swallow when I see what’s before me, holy shit this man is built. I have to fight the urge to squeeze his pecs, “Lets get you over to the couch, and then you can lie down.”

His arms come around me and then I’m off balance trying to walk backwards to get him in some proximity to the couch so he can just fall on it, “Senin, you’re sooo good to meee.”

“Ok, yeah, I’m a nice kid,” I say to him. Don’t ya just love helping the intoxicated. His hands slide down my back and he all out gropes my ass. Ok really, this can not be happening now. I take another step back with my left and my right calf hits the arm of the couch as I’m moving and both of us land on the soft cushy leather. His weight knocks some of the air out of me when he lands on me. My left foot makes contact with the floor and I move to turn him on his side so I can breathe…it’s not working, “Tom…can’t breathe…Tom, I can’t breathe.”

Almost instantly his weight is off of me as he rolls over on his side with me still in his arms. I take a breath and look at him. His eyes are so sad, I want to rip Rebitcha’s hair out for making him cry. I’ll get Lin to do it. I want to move, but, it’s kinda nice being held like this. Wait, what am I sayin’? Tom just found out that Rebitcha’s seein’ another guy and I’m up here likin’ being in his arms? Bad Senin! I push against him and he answers by almost crushing me to him.

“Please, stay,” he whispers. It’s not like I can really move anyway with the way he’s holding me so I nod. We stay like this for a while, not saying anything. I just hope no one decides to come one early or this would be a Jerry Springer moment. After some time his hands move again and I feel myself being moved up to eye level with him. His breath carries the scent of strawberries and vodka. He presses his forehead against mine and closes his eyes, “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothin’ Tom. You did nothin’ wrong.”

“Why does she need another man?”

“…I don’t know Tom.”

“Am I not good enough in bed for her?”

“…I…don’t know…” …yeah…really awkward question. I feel Tom move against me….oh hell…he’s hard…not good… His hands take hold of my ass again and give me a squeeze. 

“Am I not good enough for her?” he whispers. Oh hell, this is not good. He’s plenty big from what I’m feelin’ at my thigh. His right hand comes from my cheek around to the front of my shorts. Today just had to be the day Tom would learn something like this and get his drink on and I’ve had practice with the Sundevils. I’m virtually easy access here! His hand dips beneath my waistband and the next thing I know I’m feeling cool air on my hip and cheek. His left hand tugs down the other side and now I’m moonin’ the tv and the coffee table. His hands go back to kneading my ass. Fuck, this is turnin’ me on… I press against his chest….bad idea…now I’m really wakin’ up down below. He would have to feel good. Even worse, I can feel the heat of his skin and his pole…just great, now I learn he freeballs… He presses me to him, oh man...

“I need to get her out of my system,” Tom says to me.

Oh…hell…

Tom pulls me under him and kisses me soundly. Yeah, there’s no way out of this. I get my arms free and wrap them around his broad shoulders. He breaks the kiss and then I feel him pushing up my tank and his lips scorching my skin with kisses. He takes my left nipple in his mouth…fuck, there’s no way I can stop this now. He moans as he teases me and it goes straight to my pole. I take off my tank then bury my hands in his hair. I feel his hands pulling at my shorts again before he lets up with his lips to pull them off me completely. I watch as his pants slide down over his thighs. Holy…fuck…he’s built like a god. And she cheats on this? What the fuck is wrong with that bitch? Tom captures my lips again and within seconds our tongues are battling. His hand reaches between us and takes hold of me. I willingly thrust into his hand and he moans a deep lustful moan…oh fuck. He breaks the kiss again and the next thing I know he’s swallowing me. He sucks hard on my head for a minute then takes me out of his mouth and looks at me, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this to you again,” he says then takes me back inside the sinful heat. My eyes roll as he bobs on my pole top to bottom. I try and move my hips but he keeps me in place as he works on me. The way his mouth pulls on me as he comes up to my head…holy shit I’m gonna loose it. He moans again and my body starts trembling. Holy fuck he’s better than Mick, Nikita, Chase, and Marcus! I….mmmm….shit….I can’t hold back…

 

I come to feeling something moving inside and sucking on me. I look up at the ceiling then down my body. Tom is between my legs with his fingers inside of me while he sucks on my head. I feel his fingers flex and straighten and I moan as his middle finger rubs against my spot. I close my eyes and he moans and bobs on my pole. Fuck he’s good at this. I rock on his fingers as he slips in a…fourth? Oh shit, he’s gonna… Locks of his hair brush my skin as he bottoms out on me and I just have to run my fingers through them. He swallows around my head a few times before taking me out of his mouth and removing his fingers. I open my eyes just as he’s pouring lube in his hand. When did he…? He coats his pole and I don’t care to ask, that thing is mammoth. He’s got to be the same length as Mick, and much thicker...no goin’ back now. Tom stops workin’ his pole and hooks my legs over his forearms. I reach down and grab my cheeks and spread them wide hoping that he doesn’t plunge into me with this tree of a cock. All I can do is watch as he positions his thick bulbous head at my opening then pushes. …OH…MY…FUCK he feels good! He chooses to sink into me at a slow pace, which is good considering he’s under the influence. I moan at this delicious torture. I don’t even know how I can breathe at this point to moan. It’s…incredible…he’s incredible… Time passes and soon I’m filled with his pole and his lips seek out mine again. It’s not long before he moves and I’m seein’ stars. Holy fuck he’s gonna make me cum before he even gets started! I feel my pole leaking and my stomach’s already feeling heavy again. I reach in between us to grab myself only to have his hand stop mine, “You won’t need to do that,” he pants, his eyes heavy, his thrusts become sharper, each one hitting my spot. He’s right…I don’t…

 

I come to again and he’s still pounding into me. I’ve never had anyone this big before…maybe if things were different…bad Senin! I squeeze him and he lets out a moan that has me catching wood again despite my thoughts of how wrong this is. He reaches between us and strokes me, moaning as he feels my pole harden in his hand. Fuck, that bitch doesn’t like this? Tom starts thrusting faster and I match him move for move. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I really shouldn’t. Tom pushes in to the hilt then grabs me by the cheeks and sits upright. His hands then come to my hips and before I realize it, I’m bouncin’ away on his tree. My hands find his chest as I move faster and he thrusts harder. I bow my head and he moans as my hair brushes against his collarbone. Feeling his hard nipples beneath my hands, his tree of a cock inside of me….shit this is good. I can’t even tell you how much time passes as I ride this gorgeous man. I shouldn’t be lovin’ the feel of him inside me, the way his hands hold me, his moans…not like this. But damn, I can stop it either. Tom moans louder and his hands grip my hips tighter and I squeeze him, drawing out more moans and his hips thrusting up to meet me. I’m about to reach for my pole again when he take hold of me and strokes me to completion. I grip his rock hard biceps and I can literally feel his groan as my seed splashes his chest. He sits me hard on his tree for a few more seconds as I grip him even tighter before flooding me, his head pushed back into the couch, the moan coming from him divine. I lean forward and rest my head just above his left shoulder. I feel his heart thundering against my own and his hands resting gently on my thighs. Man, what a ride.

After a time I feel his arms come around me, “Senin,” he says just above a whisper, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you.”

I sit up and look at him, “I’m not mad with you Tom. You needed to get the vodka of your system. We’re cool.”

“That’s no excuse for taking you like that, making you ride me,” he says, his hands going to my hips. I move up to take him out of me and I have to moan, he feels so good. I stop and rest my head on his shoulder, “Are you ok?”

I nod. Man Tom, you have no idea how good you feel. I move some more and feel him slip from me and I moan at the loss and feel my thighs quiver. Man alive that was good sex. Rebitcha doesn’t get what she’s throwin’ away. I look back at him, “Tom, I’m not gonna lie, that was some fuckin’ awesome sex and if she doesn’t like that then she needs to be committed.”

Tom gives me a weak smile, “Well, I’m glad someone thinks so.”

“You…didn’t really drink all of that vodka did you?”

He shakes his head, “It was just shy of three quarters full. That was my third glass,” oh good.

“We…better get cleaned up before the others get home.”

Tom nods then leans his head back on the couch and closes his eyes, “I still can’t believe I did that to you Senin. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”

“I’m tellin’ ya I’m not mad at ya.”

“Still, I shouldn’t have forced myself on you like that, alcohol or no.”

“At least you didn’t start from the top of the bottle. I would have never made it up the stairs with you.”

“You would have never made it of the kitchen,” Tom says looking down, “I would have had you bent over the island whether you wanted it or not.”

I have to take a breath at that. That’s one of my fave positions with Mick. There’s just something about being pressed against a hard surface and feeling someone behind me, leaning over me, driving their pole into me that gets me stirring. Shit, gettin’ his cock from behind in the kitchen? Oh hell. Tom looks up at me.

“That’s making you horny isn’t it.”

“I’m…gonna go take a shower,” I say sliding back and placing my feet on the floor. I stand up but my legs have other plans and I crumple into Tom’s lap…face down of course. I rise up on my forearms. And come face to face…face to cock I should say, with his pole. I reach down to the floor and grab my shirt and use it to clean off his tree. Yes folks, my brain is taking a mini leave of absence from reality.

“Senin what are y-,”

Yeah he can’t talk anymore because I’m sucking on his head. I feel his hands on my head but I’m pretty sure he knows that if he tried to get me off it could prove painful so his hands are just on my head. Don’t ask me why, but I want a taste of this man. And it seems that his pole is eager to let me have it. He’s fully hard in no time and I’m trying to swallow this tree whole. His hands thread my hair and I moan.

“Sen…in…stop…mmmm…”

Not happenin’ Tom, sorry. I’ll give you a demonstration of a few things that Mick’s taught me. His slit flares as I flick my tongue over it side to side, drops of his cream coming out with each swipe. How does she not like havin’ this cock in her mouth? She needs to be committed and never released. His hands grip my locks more as I start to bob on him. I know there’s no way I could possibly fit him down my throat, but it’s not like I’m not gonna try at least. After minutes of sucking and bobbing I come off his pole with the intent of impaling my face on it again when he brings my head to his and our lips together. Next thing I know I’m on my back on the coffee table with him plowing his tree inside of me, our flesh smacking hard and loud. My knees are pressed on the table, his hands gripping the back of my thighs in the crook as he slams into me, his mouth swallowing my screams of pleasure. I feel his grunts and moans and squeeze him hard. I want more and he gives it to me. My head hits the table hard as I cum again and bring him along with me. Fuck, that was a damn good poundin’. It’s a while before we’re able to move with any amount of normal speed. Tom releases my legs and I feel his forearms on either side of me as my feet come in contact with the couch and his calf. I am really glad I’m flexible or I would have pulled both my hamstrings as well as my glutes. I feel him sliding out of me and I moan again. He covers my mouth with his hand and looks at me sharply.

“Don’t ever do that again Senin,” he says, his breathing close to normal. I nod and he removes his hand. I sit up gently and grab my clothes. He walks upstairs and soon I hear the shower going. Well, at least the alcohol’s out of his system. I slip on my clothes and shoes (yeah I don’t know when they came off) and close the door behind me quietly.