In February, our team just barely made divisionals, but we were eliminated almost immediately. It was disappointing, but considering where we came from just one year ago, it was actually a huge win overall.
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Perceptions - Chapter 17
With practices over now, I didn't see Masters Greg and Laith everyday, and that was really isolating. We didn't share classes together, so practice and meets were where we spent time together regularly. Greg and Aubie were a `thing', and Laith spent a lot of time with his bros and Melanie. I got by, but I knew I had a gaping hole in me. Master Greg was really into this new guy, and as much as I worshipped and wanted him, it was more important to me that he find and foster this love. I'd get the occasional action from a few of my teammates looking for BJs, but nothing meaningful that felt like a real connection. It was comically fitting that my teammate Jack, the senior that saved me from being pulverized in the lavatory, ended up being one of my biggest regulars for bathroom head at school.
February and March felt like I was fasting. My body was literally starving, or at least my soul was. I got a little attention from Laith, but realistically he was way more straight than gay, and only occasionally did he need to unleash the beast (so to speak). Even though I'd never be able to fit into his life in a permanent way, I came to respect, adore and worship who he was. He was one of the most amazing and deserving people I could ever serve.
I got used to the grind, and never being fulfilled. It was early April, and we were just starting to get the occasional days that indicated Winter was breaking. It was a Saturday night and I was spending the evening at home distracting myself with movies. It was the night of our school's annual Sadie Hawkins dance, and I heard that Aubie asked Greg to go. I was happy for them, but my feelings were not without conflict and jealousy.
I decided to hit the rack early that night and do a morning workout on Sunday. As I lay in bed, I thought I heard my phone vibrate with an alert, and then another one, and another. Focusing my eyes on the clock I saw it was barely 11:00, but I had probably already been asleep in bed for an hour. Picking up my phone, I saw what looked like half a dozen messages from Master Greg. I tightened and my heart jumped. Fear mixed generously with excitement in my gut. The messages progressed from, What are you doing faggot?', to What's going on?', and then Answer me cunt' and ended up being I know you want me, pussy boy.' And I am gonna fuck you so hard bitch.' My heart spasmed, my dick got hard and I had no idea what to say or do. My phone vibrated once more. Are you there faggot?' I had to obey and reply. I typed, Yes Master Greg, I'm here Sir.' His reply, Well it's about time queer. Where you been?' I replied, Asleep Sir'. He didn't explain himself or waste time. My phone vibrated again. Backdoor of your house in 5 minutes.' I didn't think, I only replied, `Yes Sir' and obediently went downstairs to wait at the backdoor.
I sensed this was bad, but I didn't care. A few minutes later I could heard footsteps approaching the rear of the house, and I waited for his knock before I answered the door. I'm not sure if I thought waiting for him to knock was the appropriate thing to do, the obedient thing to do, or if it made things more exciting. Maybe I was just frightened and I was delaying. I opened the door and he stood there looking disheveled in a dark suit with a wrinkled white shirt, a red stripe tie loose around his neck. His hair was messy but he looked absolutely stunning. It actually looked like he'd been jogging. I looked down at his shoes, but they suggested no more information about the situation. I was so glad to see him, but I was afraid to smile. I knew this wouldn't last even though I prayed it would, and I was petrified about the damage this visit would do to my heart when he eventually cut me off.
"Hello Master", I voiced respectfully but quietly. Back was his coy smirk that melted me, and thus began my self-destructive journey of worshipping Master Greg again.
"Parents?" He questioned softly. I pointed up, and whispered "in bed, Sir." "Good", he smirked again. "Water", he commanded, so I fetched him a bottle from the fridge and when I turned around, he was gone. I wandered into the family room and he was splayed on the couch and the tv was on, providing low light but no sound. He used his index finger to motion me towards him, and held out his hand. I gave him the bottle and he pointed to the floor at his feet, so I kneeled between his legs facing him. He was quiet for a few moments, so I asked, "What happened tonight Sir?" His head rolled back on the cushion and he put his index finger up across his lips and made a "shhhhhh' sound. I guess he didn't want to talk about it, so I kneeled patiently at my Master and God's feet. "Worship" he whispered. I wasn't sure I heard him, and I stared into his eyes hoping to better hear or clarify what I thought he said. Again, he softly whispered, "worship". I repositioned myself so my body was laying on the floor and my head was at his feet. I unlaced his shoes and found traces of grass and leaves as I removed them and carefully set them aside. Maybe he had been running through the neighborhood', I wondered. I stripped off his socks to unveil his moist, strong feet and toes. They were unbelievable to behold. He was unbelievable, no magnificent. Whoa fag' I told myself. Calm, calm' I kept repeating in my head. Then, go slow........ easy'. As I lay my head at his feet and took them into my mouth, I was fed again for the first time in so long. I had value and purpose and meaning again. I heard a soft moan, which spurred me to push further and redouble my efforts to worship my Master. I wished someone would have taken a photo of him disarranged on my sofa with me at his feet worshipping this absolute pinnacle of manhood while he moaned in satisfaction. It didn't take long for him to switch things up. He reached down for a fistful of my hair and dragged my mouth to his crotch and rubbed it back and forth. I mouthed his hardness through the fabric for just a moment before he commanded, "belt". He was moving fast tonight. I unleashed his belt and looked into his eyes. "Pants" he instructed. I carefully unbuttoned his pants, unzipped the fly and slid them below his hips. When I tried to remove them further, he stopped my motion and placed my hands on the waist of his boxers. I was sad that he wanted to stay partially dressed. It told me he was not all-in on this, but I guess I knew that from the beginning. I assumed I was now the whore on the side.
I slid his boxers down over his glutes and cock freeing that glorious muscle he packed. It was hard, as I suspected from the pace he was taking things tonight, and so I looked to him and begged softly, "Please Master G-Man, can I please take your perfect cock in my mouth and down my throat. Will you please choke me on your manhood and use me to get yourself off and spew your cum into me so I may carry your seed forever sir." He didn't grin or smirk, he just took my head like a tool and used it; my hair as the handles, he roughly pumped it up and down and impaled his cock in the hole. It didn't take long as he alternated between pistoning my face and holding himself deep in and choking me. Before I knew it, he was pumping my throat full of his cum, while he growled low, "you miss your man, don't you faggot? You miss taking my cock and worshipping me as your God, don't you cunt?" As best I could, I hummed "mmmm hhmmm", but I think the question was rhetorical and he knew the answer.
I think I knew the deal here from the beginning, and I was trying to prepare myself for it the entire time we were together tonight, but when he was done unloading into me, and he redressed himself; when he turned to look at me and said "later fag" and was out the back door, it was as if he ripped my heart and soul from my body and stepped on them as he exited.