February Sucks for Walter Mitty - Sex Stories

February Sucks for Walter Mitty

... of the comments--I felt bad enough already.

Searching "Morrison's" and "blood" on YouTube, I found a couple of videos of me coughing on Dee. One of them, titled "Drunk guy puking blood!" even showed me getting clipped by the doorman. Someone had put up a little footage of me getting scraped off the sidewalk by the paramedics.

"Morrison's," "LaValliere," and "cuck" brought up videos of LaValliere and Linda dancing and a couple of me looking like a volcano waiting to erupt. One of them, posted by Moizoos, was titled "My boy is a BULL!" It showed the whole setup: LaValliere approaching the table, taking Linda, and leaving me with my jaw hanging open. Through it all, Moizoos kept up a running commentary as he cut from Linda and LaValliere to me.

LaValliere's hands on Linda's ass.

My unblinking glare. Fingers clutching a steak knife.

"What you gonna do with that knife, boy? Little man's getting some balls, maybe?"

Linda pressing herself to LaValliere

Fury.

"Is the little man gonna cry?" Laughter.

I watched it through to the end. Watched the play of expressions across my face--confusion, disbelief, anger, pain, rage.

I bookmarked everything, then played the video of me spitting on Dee a couple more times. It hurt to laugh, but it still made me feel a little better.

After that, I was pretty worn out. I curled up into the pillows.

*

Bailey walked in with two cups of coffee. "From the nurse's lounge," he said as he passed one to me.

"Bailey, ...

... you old son-of-a-bitch!" I laughed. "You've been here for five minutes and you've already charmed the staff!" I took a sip and almost spat it out. "Damn, you call this mud coffee?"

He chuckled. "It does the job, JC. Now tell me what happened."

After I filled him in, Bailey looked grim. "I've heard stories like this before," he said. "Believe it or not, you got off lucky."

"You and Dr. Patel should take your show on the road," I grunted. "I'm not feeling too lucky at the moment."

"There's a lot you don't know, JC. There've been some rumors on the street about LaValliere and his gang. It seems our illustrious tight end has hooked himself up with some pretty bad players. In the off season, he's been pimping himself and his teammates out to some sort of cuckold ring. They seduce married women, then blackmail their husbands. If they got to Linda, we figure they've already turned some other wives in your group. Hell, man, Morrison's is their hunting ground."

I thought about Dee. It was all coming together. "How has this not gotten out in the news? If I'd known--"

"Everyone's in on it, JC. The Editor of the Buffalo News, the Mayor, the Chief of Police, the referees, the NFL commissioner. They're all being blackmailed. They even killed a guy. Official reports say it was suicide, but shit, dude, who shoots himself in the back of the head, then harvests his own heart, kidneys, liver and lungs?"

"Black market organ harvesting!" I exclaimed. "How?!?" "That's just the ...