It had been a few days since that wild Saturday night. I'd like to say things were getting back to normal, but in reality I spent a lot more time in my room jerking off to those images over and over. Her incredible ass bouncing up and down on that big cock, her magnificent tits bouncing as she rode him, the way he slapped my hands away from those tits. I kept picturing the power he had over her as he flipped her around, driving his impressive dick inside of her repeatedly. Knowing I've never done anything like that in my bed. The worst part was when I finally did cum, it was always when I got to the point of the story when he looked down at me and made me watch him unleash his load on my face. I always remember that he told me that she wouldn't even let him do that to her, but I put up no fight when a stranger did it to me.
Eventually my roommates noticed me retreating to my room more often than not. Of course they figured it was because I was still upset over the breakup. I couldn't tell them the real reason. So Tuesday night they dragged me to campus for a little pick-up basketball. We used to do it all the time and I had no viable excuse to not go that night. Now I wish I hadn't gone.
The gym itself was pretty quiet and we got into a game quickly. I played well and was finally clearing my head of everything. We won pretty easily and another team was ready to step up. Then I saw him. It was undeniable. The man from me bedroom was on the other team. We went up 4-0, with me scoring the first bucket, before their defense switched up and now he was guarding me.
I turned the ball over the first time and I'm not sure why, but my heart was pounding. I didn't want anyone to know, I didn't want anyone to wonder, I tried to play it so cool, but I airballed a quick three point attempt and it felt like I was wearing I sign that said 'This man came on my face".
The next time down the court I was determined to settle down. I moved off-ball and he was on me like white on rice. Then he spoke for the first time since the start of the game.
"Yeah, you remember me."
I made a quick cut to the key but couldn't shake him.
"Just say it."
I popped out to the three point arc and got the ball.
"How many times have you replayed that image?"
I tried to drive left, it was blocked. Then I tried going right, shut down again.
"Too many times right? Finally having a real man fuck in your bed."
I tried to pass the ball down to the post and it quickly got picked off. I tried covering the man on the fast break the other way but he took the pass and scored an easy layup. He was relentless as we jogged back down the court.
"Come on man, we let you watch. Just tell me your favorite part. Do that and I'll let you score once."
I was speechless, but all the images kept rushing back to me. I couldn't help starting to grow hard. He saw, he knew. He just laughed. I made a quick excuse that I didn't feel good and just ran to the locker room. I yelled back to my roommates to go on without me. We were getting killed and they were probably better off without me anyway.
I made a beeline to an open stall and locked the door behind me. I needed to calm down, control things, but I couldn't get the images out of my mind. I started to stroke myself before I was snapped out of my trance by a knock on the stall door.
"Derrick, you cool man?"
It was my roommate.
"Yeah man, just need a few. I take it we lost?"
"Ha, yeah, but now I know why you played like shit. We're going to get going, you cool just taking the shuttle back?
What did he know? About that night, that guy? I decided to misdirect him.
