Freight Train

Marcus walked onto the surprisingly nice coach bus the school had to take them to the away game, it was a night game so they'd be sleeping at a hotel and returning the next day. This meant a few things, first he'd be sleeping away from Anastasia which meant she and Katie might get a full night's rest. Second it meant he wouldn't get to make up with Josie. Third it meant his phone was blowing up with thirst traps and least importantly it meant he would fall even further behind on schoolwork. He looked down the rows of seats, everyone was either paired up or put their legs up so he couldn't sit, this reminded him of high school.

"Mark!" said Enzo waving.

Mark sat next to the boy, "thanks."

"No problem," said Enzo, "nice to actually have someone to talk to. You nervous?"

Marcus shrugged, "should I be?"

"No," said Enzo, "but first game and it's an away game, crowds can be rough."

"If they're anything like our teammates I'll be right at home."

"They really don't phase you?" asked Enzo.

"I was treated even worse in high school," he said with a shrug, "difference is now I can fight back."

"You have to fight?"

"Bullies only respect one thing," said Marcus.

"You wanna room together?" asked Enzo after a moment, "coach usually assigns people but if I ask I'm sure he'd let us."

Marcus shrugged, "sure."

The boy turned red, "ok," he hurriedly got up and went to find the coach.

The drive was long, Marcus actually did some homework, being on a bus with guys meant he didn't have any distractions, well, there was Enzo but he still wasn't sure what he felt for the boy. They got to the stadium and got ready, Marcus had no idea what to expect, sure in practice he usually ran over everyone but that was FKC, this was...wherever the hell they were. He ran out onto the field with the team for the coin toss and anthem and then waited for his number to get called. It was weird, Marcus hated his teammates so barreling over them didn't phase him, but he didn't know any of these guys, then again he knew plenty of these guys.

"Vallen," said the coach as the other team got ready to punt, "I want you out on the return, protect Enzo."

"Got it," he said putting his helmet on and sprinting out.

Marcus sat back and waited, the punt went off, Enzo caught it and they ran. One defender bounced off of him, then another, then two more, they were closing in on the opposing team, his teammates actually fanned out to help, another defender down, he glanced back, Enzo was following him closely, just the kicker, Marcus barely had to hit him and Enzo turned on the jets. He and Marcus celebrated in the end zone, the rest of the team just looked pissed, the coach looked like he might have a heart attack he was cheering so hard. They jogged back to the sideline and Marcus noticed quite a few of the cheerleaders checking him out, that was certainly a new feeling.

"You were incredible!" shouted Enzo over the boos of the home crowd.

Marcus shrugged, "you scored, I just hit people."

On the next punt the opposing team decided to kick it out of bounds and save themselves. Marcus ran out to his spot near Enzo and waited for the snap. They dropped back, Joe scanned the field and threw to Liam who immediately got taken down for no gain. Second attempt, he forced it and Liam couldn't bring it in. The coach who a moment ago had been jovial was now beet red screaming from the sidelines. Marcus looked to Enzo who just shook his head. Third attempt, the defense read it and intercepted. The rest of the team seemed to give up but Marcus moved quickly and brought down the corner before he could break free and score.

The coach lit into Joe on the sideline giving Marcus an approving nod as he took his spot on the bench. The defense managed to hold them to a field goal. The first half ended 7-3, Joe threw to anyone but Enzo and Marcus while the defense to their credit managed to hold the other team but they were exhausted. The locker room was tense at halftime, Coach called Joe every name under the sun reiterating the game plan as the rest of the team groaned.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" asked Joe shoving him up against a locker after the coach stormed out.

Liam loomed behind Joe as did most of the rest of the team.

"Making us all look bad," growled Liam.

"You don't need me for that," said Marcus, "and the defense is actually doing their jobs, maybe you should try it."

Enzo jumped in between Liam and Marcus while Marcus did nothing to push Joe off of him.

"Guys," said Enzo, "we're all on the same team."

"Stay out of it faggot," said Joe shoving Enzo to the ground.

Marcus immediately caught him with a cross dropping Joe to the ground, "who the fuck do you think YOU are," said Marcus, "barely serviceable quarterback at a backwater college. I'm here to win, I don't give a shit whether or not any of you likes me, but don't shit on me and Enzo because you suck."

He helped Enzo to his feet and turned towards the door as Liam got in front of him.

"Pick up your bitch," said Marcus, he tensed and Liam flinched before stepping aside, "good boy."

Coach didn't ask why Joe had a shiner he simply reiterated the game plan and they started. Marcus and Enzo made a terrific team, by the end of the third quarter they were up 21-3. As the final quarter ran on and the crowd stayed silent they brought it to 28-3. Marcus sat on the sideline watching the opposing offense struggle to do anything. The cheerleaders were huddled, staring in his direction and giggling, this wasn't high school, they wanted him.

The clock ran out and the coach went nuts celebrating while Marcus simply high-fived Enzo. Some of the defensive players came and shook his hand and the coach fought through the crowd to hand him the game ball, so this is what success felt like, he didn't hate it.

They showered and drove to the hotel, it was late, he was exhausted, which was a rare feeling for him. The coach handed out the room keys and went to the bar as they made their way upstairs. Marcus rode up in the elevator and made his way to the room.

"Vallen," said a pretty brunette in the hallway, "cheerleaders want to celebrate with the winners, you should stop by," she looked at Enzo, "you too."

Enzo blushed, "I'll be there," said Marcus with a wink.

"How are you always so confident?" asked Enzo as they got to their room.

Marcus tossed his stuff down and started brewing himself a coffee, "I kicked a bunch of the DK guys asses," said Marcus, "I've slept with some really hot girls, I guess guys don't scare me and beauty doesn't phase me."

Enzo seemed to be watching him in awe, "you know when they say party they mean..."

"I know," said Marcus, "you aren't gonna party?"

"No," said Enzo blushing.

Marcus shrugged, "suit yourself, you're handsome enough."

Enzo blushed harder and Marcus felt it, the desire, Enzo might find girls attractive, but he wanted Marcus. One thing at a time he told himself, if he was going to explore that with Enzo it wouldn't be tonight. He finished his coffee and made his way towards where the cheerleaders were hanging out. The energy coming from the room almost knocked him over, it was like his first day on campus all over again, those girls were horny, horny. He instead walked out of the hotel and breathed in the cool night air, it was better out here, not so intense.

"Hey," came a voice, he turned an saw a thin girl in a long sleeved black lace dress with long black hair and matching nail polish drawing off a joint.

"Hey yourself," he said thinking back to Josie's presentation, "Mia right?"

"You know my name?" she said monotonously.

"Is that so surprising?"

"Kinda," she said, "people kinda just look at us."

"I mean, don't get me wrong I definitely look, but its kind of hard to carry out a conversation with someone when you don't know anything about them."

"That why you're here?" she said, "trust me up there no one is trading names, especially not with Madi, she's probably between the entire d-line," she looked at Marcus, "that's a pun."

"No, I get it," he said, "you don't partake?"

She took another draw and blew at him, "I'm a legacy, I don't really care about all this but, it got me a free ride. How about you Mr. Football Star, you care about all this?"

"Honestly?" he said, "no, not a fan of most of my teammates either."

"So," she said, "why are you here?"

"To meet girls," he said, "you've seen the movies."

"Horn dog," she said, "honest horn dog, so why are you here letting me blow smoke rings in your face instead of taking a turn with Madi, or bending Kelsi over, or taking a chance with Jillian?"

"That all seemed a little overwhelming," he said, "and you're pretty interesting."

She blew another smoke ring at him and studied him, "did you write Kaerok Castle?"

He blushed, "yeah, that was me."

"You?" she said tossing her joint aside, "you big strong football man, you wrote that?"

"My picture is inside the back cover," he said.

She grabbed his hand, "come on."

She led him to her room and sat him down on the bed, then she pulled a copy of his book from the nightstand, there were a million tabs sticking out of it, she certainly had criticisms he thought. She studied his face and opened the back page then hit his arm.

"Holy shit it is you," she said, "but you're a freshman, and a guy."

"Guys can't write good fantasy?"

"Guy's can't write girls," she said, "but Athel, the love interest, she's so deep, so complex, I just."

"So you like it?"

"Like it?" she held up the book, "I've read it five times."

"Five!?" he said, "wait until the sequel comes out."

"Sequel? So there will be more, you left so many tidbits and hints I knew you were setting up more. But Athel and Fenax, they get together right, and Teodor, he's totally a turncoat?"

Marcus just watched her, she really loved it, this was a new feeling seeing her feel about his characters like he did.

"No don't tell me I'll wait," she said.

Suddenly she was on his lap, her lips pressed to his desperately grinding into him.

"Mia?" he said, "what's happening?"

"What's happening?" she said undoing his pants, "you're my favorite author, I'm gonna suck your cock and you're going to mention me in the dedication of your next book, no, name a character after me, no."

She kissed him again and got his cock out getting to her knees, "holy shit," she said slowly stroking him, "is there anything you're bad at?"

"Math," he said as she took him into her mouth.

Kissing a girl with a tongue stud was one new feeling, getting his cock sucked was even better, she knew what she was doing and not only that she seemed to enjoy it. He brushed some long black hair from her face and held her head as she worked. She was talented, he was enjoying himself when suddenly she took him out of her mouth and stood up pulling her panties off.

"Hope you don't mind, just, you have a really nice cock and you're my favorite author."

"You're quickly becoming my favorite fan," he said as she smiled for the first time.

She turned around, hiked up her dress and slowly sank down onto him, both of them letting out a groan as he filled her. He grabbed her plump ass and squeezed as she slowly started to ride him.

"Fuck," she gasped as she worked herself on him, "fuck you're hitting me so deep."

"You feel amazing Mia," he groaned holding her tight waist as he watched her ass.

"Oh my god I'm gonna cum," she whimpered picking up the pace as she slammed herself down onto him, "fuck I'm gonna cum on Marcus Vallen's cock."

If she didn't feel so good he might have asked her why she was addressing him so formally but instead he just let her bring herself off on him. She sat back on his lap shivering, holding him deep inside of her after she came.

"Want to fuck me now?" she asked, "can I be your first groupie?"

"Yes," he said grabbing her waist and starting to thrust, "and yes, absolutely."

"Oh fuck," she whined, "oh fuck it's even better when you're in control."

He pulled the shoulders of her dress down before yanking down the front of her dress freeing her tiny pierced tits. His lips found her neck and he squeezed one of her tits toying with her nipple as he gave her long, deep thrusts.

"I love having my nipples played with," she moaned, "oh god you're reading me like a book."

"Turn around," he groaned, "I want to see you, I want to suck on these nipples."

She reluctantly pulled off of him but eagerly sank back onto him pressing her pierced tongue into his mouth with a whimper as he filled her. He worked her faster in this position, his lips wrapped around her nipple toying with the barbell, his hands squeezing her plump ass on her skinny frame.

"Fuck, can I cum again?" she whimpered, "I only want to cum if you let me."

"Fuck yes Mia," he said switching nipples, "let me hear it."

"Thank you," she whimpered, "fucking cumming."

"So fucking hot," he groaned, he was close, she felt amazing, his first goth chick and if they were all this good he needed Tabitha yesterday.

"Fucking mark me with your cum," she pleaded grinding even harder back onto him, "use your groupie like a cum rag."

He stood up and she dropped to her knees hungrily taking him into her mouth. Her hands worked expertly, her tongue stud teased just under his tip, her eyes locked on him pleading.

"Oh god Mia, I'm gonna sign your fucking face."

She took him out and smiled stroking him as he unloaded onto her, she giggled but did her best not to break eye contact until he was done. She sucked him clean and licked her lips.

"Take a picture," she said, "I want a souvenir."

"Only if I can send it to my girlfriend," he said thinking about Josie.

"She lets you fuck around?" she asked after he snapped the picture.

"She encourages it," he said grabbing a tissue box for Mia.

"No thanks," she said, "I want to feel you dry on me."

"Well," he said zipping up, "see you back on campus I guess."

"Can I?" she asked eagerly, "you'd want to spend time with me?"

"You're the manager of my fan club," he said, "I think that affords you special privileges."

"Ok!" she said, "I can't wait to introduce you to your other fans."

"There are more of you?"

"Mhm," she said as cum dripped from her face onto her dress, "we just didn't know you went to FKC, it wasn't in your bio."

"I'll have to update that for the sequel," he said.

He walked out into the hall and sent the picture to Josie who instantly responded.

"!!!"

He chuckled and another message came through.

"Guess she liked how you played."

"She likes my writing," he messaged.

"You're so fucking hot Marcus," she messaged back with a picture of her wet pussy.

"I want that," he texted, "first thing when I get back tomorrow."