Cult of Syn MxM (Staten Krown)

12

Sampson shows up at the room in an hour. He walks into the room, walks right past T-Boy and comes over to me. He gives me a hug. It's the tightest hug that he's ever given me before. I hate the fact that I get emotional when he does it. I hate the fact that I allow him to hold me. I allow him to take care of me.

The only thing that makes me break off from Sampson is when I turn to my right and I see T-Boy looking at us. T-Boy clearly feels some type of way with Sampson hugging me in the way that he does. He clearly is uncomfortable with this.

I push Sampson off a little bit.

He takes a step back and just looks at me.

"Are you OK?"

I start nodding but before I can fully answer T-Boy interrupts, "He's fine."

Sampson doesn't hesitate to turn back to T-Boy. He looks pissed. I mean T-Boy and Sampson fought all the time but when Sampson got mad—Oh Brother! He got superhuman strength. I think right now was one of those times. Sampson literally grabs T-Boy clean off the floor and slams him into the wall next of the hotel room door.

He holds T-Boy there and restrains him.
"I called you a million times!" Sampson tells T-Boy.

"No shit. I thought you were jealous," T-Boy replies.
"Hell has RISEN outside of this hotel room and you're telling me that you didn't answer your fucking phone because you thought I was jealous?" Sampson asks him.

I can't help but to interrupt Sampson. I grab him and attempt to get him off of T-Boy.

"It's not his fault. I chose to stay here..."

Sampson is still pissed but he manages to peel himself off of T-Boy. It's easy to play the blame game right about now.

Sampson looks over at me. Then he looks at the bedroom stand. That's when he sees the lube sitting there. T-Boy didn't even put it away. There is this sense of awkwardness that fills the room. The room fucking smells like sex. T-Boy and I have been having a lot of sex. We'd been fucking literally 5 times a day for the entire week. Maybe that's why we hadn't watched TV until today. Maybe that's why we had no idea what was going on.

I just wanted to get my mind off of the fire.

"It seems like you've been keeping busy," Sampson tells me before making his way to the bed. He's about to sit on the bed but then stops, "I shouldn't sit on these should I?"
He looks at me when he asks the question. It's so fucking awkward right now.

"No..."

I know that I'm admitting to something and explaining myself to a man who is still legally married. I know that I shouldn't be bothered to care what Sampson thinks. That isn't the case though. Right now it feels horrible that I'm hurting Sampson. He doesn't snap. He just looks at me with this look of disappointment. He shakes his head at me.

"How could you?" Sampson asks me.

He looks hurt. I know the feeling but for some reason fucking T-Boy isn't making me feel any better about what Sampson did to hurt me in the past.

"He could do it very easily," T-Boy says coming to my defense out of nowhere, "It was just a matter of time big bro."

"A matter of time?" Sampson asks him, "Don't you mean a matter of guys? I'm glad you feel like the MAN now that you added Syn back into your rotation."

"Rotation?"

"Yeah. Rotation."

T-Boy backs off and laughs, "I'm sorry I can't be like you, Pastor Sampson. But Syn is far from someone in my 'rotation' or whatever you want to call it."