Love Is Ǝvil

62 Every Time Someone Walks In The John I Get Maddened

With the hood over his head, Marshall sunk into the dark fabric and into his seat as the game went by him. The players ran across the field, the football whirred through the air, the crowd was cheering and chanting. By all accounts: This was fun. You're a sad piece of shit, homo. But Marshall wasn't having fun. You're only fun with a dick in your mouth. He didn't want to be that person anymore. You ain't nothing more than a slut. He needed to be a better person. You're a whore, fag. A skank and a cumslut and a pussygirl. His fists were tight balls in the pockets of his hoodie. Get your ass out and fuck him already. He promised Hailie to get better. Get down on your knees and suck him off. He couldn't disappoint her, not again. Get naked and see who takes you back to the locker room. Hailie was everything he had. If you hedge your bets right, you can have the whole team railing you. He needed to be a good dad to her. I heard, lions have barbs on their dicks, that sounds like fun! He couldn't be this person anymore! You're alone here, slut, nobody'll know that you had a cumshower during halftime. Marshall shifted uncomfortable in his seat, a hot tingle went down his groin. See, bitch? Just think about one of these hunks fucking you hard. Hmm, good, right? But he closed his eyes, he didn't want to see that. What about two or three ramming their dicks in your hole? Your boo won't mind, slut, he knows you need it. Images of naked, beefy, face-less guys rolled through his mind, cocks stiff and hands reaching out to him. They fuck you so hard, you won't be walking for days. He couldn't do that, they knew who he was. His heart was beating too fast. Your boo can take care of that. Don't mind your slutty little head with details, just spread you legs and let them cum. Nicolas shouldn't have to see that. The man deserved better. Fine, he can have the first fuck. I bet he likes his pussies small and tight. Hadn't he been in good enough shape for him? After too many years lying fallow his hole needed a while to get all worn and useful. You'll be worn out and used up alright. Get the team in there and they gonna make good work of your pussy. Won't be tight ever again. Why hadn't Nicolas taken what he deserved? Only ever blowjobs. Wasn't Marshall's hole good enough for him? A hole's a hole. It's why even a slut like you's still fun. If you needed talent for this even, bitch, you be done for. Wasn't he Nicolas's adorable slut? His Kitten? His Ice Princess? That should mean more than a blowjob and a bit of cuddling. Let's show him what a dirty slut you are. But how? Nicolas only ever had nice sex with him. There's a whole team of hunks on the field. Open your mouth wide, two dicks fit in there no problem. Three dicks in your hole, it'll be tight but awesome. One in each hand and I'm sure you can jerk off one with each of your feet. One can hump your dick and one's a freak and takes your ear. An electric prickle spread through Marshall's abdomen, his blood was rushing south. That sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. You'll be drenched in cum, slut!

A touch on his shoulder, he looked up and into matte black eyes. Nicolas watched him with a dark frown, thin lips drawn into a tight line. »You okay?«

Marshall cocked his head defiantly. What a stupid question. In response he mouthed silently: Let's fuck, here, now. A self-assured grin.

Nicolas's frown deepened into the shadows underneath his eyes, the contours of his face filled with concern. »You don't look okay.«

Leaning closer Marshall whispered into his ear: "I'll be a whole lot better with your dick in my pussy." For good measure, he placed his hand in Nicolas's crotch and grabbed the cock through the fabric of the cargo pants. "You got such a nice dick. A shame that you don't use it more often."

With a sharp yank Nicolas pulled the hand away. »Isn't this public?«

"Pff, let 'em watch. They love to watch, fucking vultures." Again Marshall grabbed the cock and squeezed it. He licked his lips. "I can't decide, do I suck you off or ride you like a cowboy?" Both ideas had their appeal. First of all, he needed a dick in his hole so bad! Just ... How could anyone go a day without it? It been more than a week and it was killing him! Secondly, he loved to suck dick. Loved it! He could do it all day, in fact his perfect day had a whole lot of cocksucking in it. Of course also a whole lot of assfucking, went without saying. "What you think? Your dick, my ass - the perfect date."