DL in the dorm room

DL in the dorm room chapter 5

It.s been a couple of weeks since Cardell has left school so I have been lonely and horny as hell. I have been very active on campus to take my mind off my situation. I have been going to student government meetings every week and participating in several campus organizations and activities. You would think that would help me meet more people but so far it isn.t working. I still hang out with the basketball player Marcus quite a bit. One day after class he drug me to the outdoor basketball court and he forced me to play. He insisted that the opposite team just had to have one more player. Its not that I.m not athletic because I am. I.m just very shy and these are some of the finest Niggas. It is over. Every day they are out here on the court after class I could slap myself for not being hip to this. I have seen some of the guys on my team around campus. I am trying my best not to stare but these boys are so fine and they are every shade of the rainbow. Some of the Nigga.s prints are so obvious in their shorts. A Bitch feels like she has died and gone to heaven. I am racking my brain because I know somebody out here gets down. I am really trying to figure out who is who. Know what I mean? Marcus is the most controversial player on the court. He is the proverbial shit talker. He is very overbearing and in every one.s face. ¡°Dawg you need to git you nerdy ass back in the books this is my house and you need to man up. Git that weak shit outta here. He is pushing me aggressively but get around him and pop the rock and score two points. ¡°Your House my azz. I.m here to redecorate then. I score two more times and I am surprised that I am playing so well. Marcus is just sickening. He is way more aggressive than I even knew him to be. The Nigga got game and he makes sure that everybody knows it. I kinda feel funny because I could really see someone try to fuck him up because he is so in your face with his skills. Haters will always try to bring somebody down to size. Darren (the football player) is playing on the team with Marcus he is 6.3¡± and dark chocolate. Marcus is 6.6¡± and light cinnamon colored. After I have scored three buckets in a row they are both double teaming me and our sweaty bodies are in constant contact. It.s too much for me to handle. Marcus. team ends up winning the game by one point so it was a hard fought battle. Marcus is even more over bearing after winning. ¡°I told you I.m the King on this Court¡± ¡°So why don.t you get any pussy?¡± Darren chides him if I had your skill I would have any shorty on the yard. ¡°Man Fuck you¡± ¡°Don.t fuck me, suck me Do me right!!!¡± ¡°Whatever¡± After the game me and Marcus are chilling in his room watching satellite TV. (Damn these athletes get spoiled) regular students can only get cable. I think I.ll bring that up at the next student government meeting. Since Darren planted a seed in my mind about Marcus not getting any I.m thinking maybe I can help him out in that department. Marcus is wearing some warm-up pants and its hard not the notice the 10 inch monster just sitting in his pants. I remember seeing it in the

shower it was huge and it wasn.t even hard. My mouth is watering and I can.t get the image of his cinnamon colored dick out of my mind. Its not like he is getting any anyway I will be helping him out. ¡°Marcus¡¦¡± ¡°What Nigga don.t disturb me you know how I get into my TV¡± ¡°Can I suck your dick?¡± ¡°Nigga If I was gay I wouldn.t fuck with you¡± Damn that hurt I am humiliated beyond belief. ¡°Git the fuck out my room fag you disgust me¡± I drag myself to my room and I sink back into my lonely depression. I am about to doze off to sleep when the phone rings. ¡°Dre wassup this is Darren¡± ¡°Sup man¡± ¡°Marcus told me what went down¡± ¡°That.s fucked up. I really don.t want to talk about it¡± ¡°Well I do¡¦he wouldn.t let you suck his dick. Do you want to suck mine? I.m not hung like Marcus but I got about 8 and a half¡± ¡°Man I.m so tired of games.¡± ¡°Why you stuntin¡± ¡°I.ll be in your room in 10 minutes.¡± ¡°We.ll see who is stuntin then.¡±