Tuesdays with Marcus Pt. 03

"You mean to tell me Shelley ain't a wildcat jumping all over you at all times? Jeez. Maybe it's a you problem. She seems like she's got the youthful, energetic demeanour. I figured that translated into the bedroom."

"Hey, that's not what I meant. I mean, yeah, sometimes we went awhile without sex...but it...we--that's rare!" I suddenly felt as though I was on the stand testifying in defense of my sex life. "I meant more so in my teenage years."

"I wouldn't know," said this cocky asshole sitting in front of me.

"Here's your damn coffee."

I managed to escape this train wreck of a conversation and just wanted to get the fuck out of the vicinity.

I went and washed my face, brushed my teeth, threw on a hoodie, and told Marcus I was going to the store. Ten minutes with him and I was already fed up. I know deep in my heart he's not malicious, but his arrogance always cuts me like a knife. I would feel jealous if I didn't stop to remind myself that I was the one with the gorgeous girlfriend, whereas his women were essentially substitutes for hookers.

While out grabbing a few necessities, my better nature won out; I bought a new carton of cream as the one in my fridge was almost out. I suppose it was somewhat of a peace offering.

I also took a walk around my neighbourhood. Anything to prolong my alone time before having to return to deal with Marcus.

As soon as I walked in my front door later, I smelled a nice fragrance in the air. It was a combination of fresh laundry and some air freshener. I kicked off my shoes and took off my coat on a mission to explore. Just then, Marcus walked into the living room.

"Hey, you're back!"

He had on green basketball shorts and a white sleeveless under shirt. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his ebony skin.

"You look...busy," I observed.

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind, I did a little cleaning as a favour to you. For being such a welcoming host!"

"Is that laundry I hear in the dryer?"

"Yup. Your room...heh, it was a total mess. I picked up a little and found your vacuum. And then I threw your sheets in the wash. It must've been a real bad night you had there. All I could smell in there was booze. Is it really that bad with Shelley?"

"Marcus, I told you before. Enough. Just drop it."

I walked into my bedroom and immediately noticed something odd. The sheet set on my bed was unfamiliar to me.

I walked back out into the hall to inquire.

"Marcus," I said, gesturing behind me with my thumb, "where did you find those sheets that are on the bed? I don't remember them."

"Oh, they aren't yours. I went up and grabbed a set of mine to throw on."

Despite his obviously peculiar answer, he turned back around and started straightening out the picture frames I had sitting on a side table, mostly of Shelley and I.

"Uh, Marcus. Why did you do that?"

"Alright, don't freak out..."

"What would I freak out about?"

"I was thinking, since I'm gonna be the one with company tonight, and you still don't know where Shelley is, that bed is gonna be awfully lonely for you tonight. I mean, hell, look at the scene you left after last night. So, as a favour to you, I thought--"

"Absolutely fucking not!"

"Okay, but wait. Just think about it for a second. I'm the one who's gonna be getting lucky tonight, not you. I need the extra room, you don't. Plus, only one person can comfortably fit on this couch, and it's not very comfortable to begin with."

"Marcus, this is insane! No, I'm not letting you fuck some girl in my bed!"

"I already made the bed up with my sheets. Don't make me undo it and redo it again. Oh, you know what? I'll even go back upstairs and grab one of my towels to lay underneath. Believe me, I know this girl who's coming over tonight. I've fucked her a lot and she does soak the whole place up, I admit. But if I lay down the towel, there's no mess. Voila!"

"Marcus," I interjected feebly.

He carried on, approaching me.

"So it'll be my sheets getting drenched, and none of it will get anywhere else. I don't see what the downside is here."

"That's the bed I share with my girlfriend, for fuck's sake! And you're talking about some girl squirting all over it! Oh my God, you're fucking insane!"

"But your girlfriend's not here, dude."

"That doesn't matter! It's...it's sacred. It's like breaking a sacred bond."

"Bro, it's not that big of a deal. It's a bed. Same as all others. Four legs, a box spring, and a mattress. Come on!" he finished with a smile and a little elbow nudge.

"No," I reaffirmed, leaving no doubt whatsoever.

"I'll owe you so bad. Ah, how 'bout this? You know that signed Barry Sanders helmet I got in my case? It's yours!"

Oh shit.

That certainly sweetened the pot.

"Wait, are you for real?"

"For real, bro. You got it."

Maybe I shouldn't have been, but I was so easily swayed. I get his helmet and the only thing he takes away from me is my bed and one good night's sleep?

I extended my hand to him. His grasp was crushing.

"Done."

"Wow, that was easy. I guess your bed ain't so 'sacred' after all," he said, mocking my tone.

I tried to quickly throw it back at him by saying, "I guess neither is your memorabilia."

"Hey, man. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Sometimes that pussy is just too good."

"Alright, alright, enough," I begged, putting my hand out in front of me. "I don't need to hear any of that."

"Oh, right, I forgot. You prefer the live show." With those words, he shot a wink my way and turned to face the TV.

His audacity was insulting. Him being correct was besides the point. How dare he call me out on it so boldly. And with no shame? I wanted so hard to snap at him, but I didn't have the gumption. Perhaps more prudently, I let the moment pass.

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"Hey, man. One more favour."

"Jesus, Marcus. Haven't I done enough for you today?"

I was sat on my couch--my bed for the night--watching TV after finishing off the last of the pizza we ordered for dinner. I was on my thirteenth attempt at calling Shelley, and still to no avail. It was beginning to feel hopeless, and I was starting to get more and more desperate.

As a surprising consolation, I was actually having a great time hanging out with Marcus. Once he settled in and dropped the douchey aspects of his persona, he was a pretty relatable dude. And he helped take my mind off of Shelley as we watched a little bit of sports.

Marcus went on asking me his next favour.

"See, the girl I got over tonight, Daniel, it's the same girl who you and Shelley...ya know...walked in on. Ever since then, she's been so mortified. She hasn't lived it down. She wanted to know she wouldn't have to face any awkward small-talk with you, so I promised her you wouldn't be here when she arrived."

"Of course you did," I bemoaned. "I guess I'll throw on some sweats and head to the corner store for...something."

"Oh, perfect! While you're there, could you grab me another box of condoms. I don't wanna risk running out tonight. I looked in the box I packed and realized there were only five left."

What the actual fuck. Is this guy a robot?

Who could possibly have enough sex in one night that they need more than five condoms?

"Yeah, Marcus. Sure."

"I'll give you the money for them later. I don't got any cash on me right now."

I simply nodded at him as I went to change.

"Oh," he hollered out to me, "just get the biggest size they have. Not Magnums. They're too small. Get anything that says XXL."

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I got back after approximately 20 minutes.

The sex parade was already en route behind my closed bedroom door.

I couldn't believe how raunchy it was already in just the wee stages.

"Are you a bad bitch? Are you a dirty bitch? Mm-hmm, tell me, baby."

"Yes! I'm a bad girl. I'm a slut!"

"You like takin' this black dick from behind? You like being bent over the side of the bed and getting railed by my big black cock?"

"OH, FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING!"

"That's it. That's a good little slut. Cum for daddy. Cum for me. Tell me what you're cumming on."

"I'M CUMMING ON YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!"

A slap rang through the apartment.

"That's fuckin' right. Say it again, you filthy whore!"

"BIG. BLACK. COCK! UGHHHHHH! I'M FUCKING CUMMING ON IT!"

This woman was screaming. Literally screaming in pleasure. I don't understand how he could be making her cum so hard. Does a big dick really matter this much?

Again, I told myself it wasn't the dick, it was the girl. The way Shelley came was nothing like her.

Finally there was a reprieve. After throwing Marcus' condoms down on the table, I shamelessly tip-toed down the hallway, trying hard not to let the floor creak. I pressed my ear up against the door once I got there, curious to find out if I could hear them talking to each other.

They weren't saying much. They were letting their tongues do the talking. The only sounds coming from them at this moment were their mouths working hard for each other. The suckling at each other's lips made me yearn for that kind of passion. All I could do was pray Shelley would come back to me. I would give anything for her to be here right now, for Marcus to be gone, and for it to be the two of us in our bed.

I heard the girl finally whisper something to him.

"Who's the hotter fuck: me or that bitch from Thursday night?"

I didn't realize Marcus told the tales of his other escapades with whomever happened to be his woman du jour. Clearly, it had gotten to her. She wanted to be the best fuck.

Jesus, the woman was wild. It was honestly hot as hell.

"You know it's you, baby," he told her seductively.

"Mmm," she cooed. "God, that feels good."

She proceeded to giggle from whatever it was Marcus was doing to her.

"Pass me another one, baby doll."

I didn't know what he was asking her for until I heard the rattling of a cardboard box followed by a distinctive tearing sound. He was going through the box of condoms in a rush, at a rate where he would surely need the ones I bought for him shortly.

Mere seconds passed before I heard the squeaking of my bed springs start up again. Louder. And louder. Then louder still.

I hated myself for it, but I had an intrusive thought pop into my head. I was suddenly finding the positive in Shelley walking out on me for the weekend. It meant I could enjoy this without interruption or the need to feel ashamed.

I walked backwards towards my couch, letting my focus linger on the bedroom door for a few extra seconds, careful again not to step on a creaky floorboard.

I sat down in a huff and pulled my rapidly swelling cock out from under my waistband.

Moments of doubt sporadically crept into my mind, but I was doing a good job rooting them out for awhile. The hot sounds of Marcus and his girl's coupling were ramping up in a fury. She was moaning her head off once again as he called her things like "filthy slut" and a "good little white girl." I felt as though I was invading an intimate moment, but remembered that Marcus encouraged me to enjoy, especially with Shelley away. With reassurance, I wrapped whole my hand around my shaft and started pumping more furiously than ever. It was okay. I wasn't harming anyone, just rubbing my cock to the live porn going on in the other room.

The other room. Other? My room. Ah, fuck.

That did it. Suddenly, despite the hot sex going on in the background, my dick went limp. I inadvertently took myself right out if it, and felt like a complete loser. The reality of the situation hit like a ton of bricks.

Instead of masturbating, I now found myself retracing the path that brought me here, and wondered how the fuck I let it all happen. Here I was, on my couch, listening to my inconsiderate neighbour, whom I don't even really like, fucking some needy ho in my bed.

How the fuck did you wind up here, Dan?

Despite my own dick softening in my hand at these sobering revelations, Marcus was clearly staying hard on the other side of the wall. If anything, he may have been getting harder judging by the increased vigour with which he was plowing her into the bed frame--my bed frame. Maybe there was some supernatural force in here that was transferring the strength from my erection to his probably already very strong erection.

My own pleasure notwithstanding given my mental detour, my apartment was quickly filling with the sounds of orgasm. And by the sound of it, it was both of them.

"I can't do this! Take it off! Take it off!" she chanted.

"Oh yeah? We really gonna do this again, huh, baby?"

"Yes! Now!" she shrieked in a blood-curdling tone.

Felicia--I'm assuming that's the chick's name--begged Marcus to cum inside her. And to keep cumming inside her. And to keep cumming inside her. And to keep cumming inside her...

Other than those words, it was just a sequence of animalistic grunts and groans going on for nearly another minute.

I couldn't believe this man just filled up some random chick in my bed. All because I didn't stand up for myself. That was gonna have to change. Never again would I let this shit happen.

"I think it's time for me to worship that delicious cock."

Good Lord. If only Shelley spoke like that.