"What'm I doing?", Marshall muttered to himself. Feeling suspicious he looked left and right down the hall. Did a neighbor see him? Worse, did a neighbor recognize him? On the one hand, he was just visiting a friend's apartment, nothing the press could twist around. On the other hand, this was Ryan's sex apartment and Marshall wasn't sure how thin the walls were. The strip light flickered, shadows were fleeting through the hall. The key slid into its designated hole easily and willingly. Maybe he was projecting.
The door swung open, the apartment behind it was dark and empty. Hurriedly Marshall slipped inside and closed the door. In the total darkness he fingered for the light switch, only a vague idea where it should be. The light turned on, the apartment was still empty. He sighed knowing this feeling all too well. A feeling he needed to get used to. Bitch, please! Right ...
Stuffing the key back into his coat, he walked deeper into the lifeless space. He didn't see change from the last time he been here. The living room door was open and made this the first stop on any apartment tour. Two couches and a TV, nothing exciting. To be fair, the exciting part was the sex with Ryan, a TV shouldn't be able to keep up with that. Marshall plunked down onto one of the couches and stared at the black TV screen. The thick winter coat puffed up around him, fake fur tickled his face.
He shouldn't be here. Nothing good would come of this night. Oh, little gay looking boy, to be so naiv still after all these years. Didn't I teach you nothing? Tonight's the night. What your boo couldn't do, Ryan will definitely do. It's gonna be glorious! Hours and hours of a dick filling your pussy. Yummy! Sure, his hole be satisfied for a couple of hours, maybe a few days even, but for what price? He was cheating on his boyfriend, who he just so got back together with and who he inevitably would lose over this. Even if Nicolas didn't care about the cheating, he would care if Marshall only had sex with other guys but not with Nicolas. And that's what this was. The strange feeling he sometimes got around Ryan didn't spell the best for their friendship either. Being reminded of Kim didn't spell the best for anyone. Would he be scaring his daughters again? He and Ryan would so overdo it again, spending all night in bed together and more importantly a whole night of having Ryan's dick in his holes, never enough. This would probably end worse than last time. Marshall could handle the exhaustion and soreness, but his daughters shouldn't have to see this.
A sigh. Instead of being here and doing the very wrong thing, he should spend the night with Nicolas. Not only was he his boyfriend but he cared about Marshall. Perhaps the man wouldn't fuck him into pieces, but was that really everything? He should cherish more what they had. They wouldn't have it for very long.
His hands pushed buttons on the TV remote. The display flickered with colors, people walked across the screen and voices whispered through the speakers. A commercial. Marshall wrinkled his nose. If you're bored, I got a few suggestions, homo. Like, you could get naked for starters. This ain't a way to welcome your fuck buddy for the night, get your tits out and show off your ass. Marshall zipped up his winter coat just to be sure. With surprise he noticed a game controller on the coffee table. Had Ryan brought some fun over? Nice. Taking it, he pushed a button and turned the console on. Hopefully his friend was coming soon and took all these depressing thoughts away.
The sigh disappeared into Marshall's grumbling. These were his thoughts and his responsibility, he couldn't put this on Ryan. Or Nicolas for that matter. Using his friends like this was abhorrent. Also it didn't work, did it now. A night of sex satisfied his hole for a short while, but this need always came back. Much like the hunger for food, it only went away temporarily. But what should he do? What could he do? Ignoring it was too hard. Impossible even, eventually his body would move on its own and getting dick was all he saw. Which made it worse, clearly, the weekend was proof. He had enough proof in his past. Only the prospect of jerking off whenever was almost keeping this need at bay and his limbs under control, the promise of a night full of dicks was more calming and his thoughts ecstatic. Much like with pills, the temporary fix was the only one. He needed to get fucked into pieces ... A warm shudder trembled in his limbs, anticipation.
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Love Is Ǝvil
FanficIt's September 2010, Marshall Mathers better known as Eminem is getting his life back together. He has been sober for two years now and two albums later his work is going fine as well. But the hardest is yet to come: How to find romance? Only thing...
