Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2011 20:18:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: bruthaly luv-15

BRUTHALY LUV -15

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	23 year old Curtis Williams lay on top of his lover (Marlon
Overton) in their basement bedroom, his face buried in Marlon's neck as he
fucked firmly and steadily through Marlon's spread legs, pumping his long
12" foot-long in and out of his boyfriend's upturned asshole.
	Marlon accepted his lover's strokes, taking each deep penetrating
stroke into his vulnerable bowels with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Each
thrust into his spread ass send shivers of strange delight throughout his
tingling body. But despite the usual arousing pounding his lover always
dished out, something important was missing from the equation. While
Marlon's body still felt joy from the deep tissue prodding, his mind wasn't
in it. After hearing the disappointing news that Curtis had taken a job in
Atlanta and was expecting to move sometime soon, Marlon had already begun
to distance himself emotionally, finding it easier than admitting how much
he'd miss him.
	Curtis was completely unaware however, as he stroked straight
through Marlon's colon, fucking deep into his gut.


"I'm gonna cum...!" he announced in a rush, ramming his dick in and out
extra hard before slamming in one last time and
unloading. "AAAAAAAAAARRHHHHH...!" he sighed as he came, pumping Marlon's
gut with his latest deposit of fresh cum. "Damn..., that was as good as
eva!" smiled Curtis, kissing Marlon's lips before pulling out. Looking down
at his boyfriend's limp dick, he questioned...; "Did you cum...?"


"uh-huh..." lied Marlon, hiding his limpness behind his hand.


"Cool..." said Curtis, jumping out of bed. "...I have to go into work and
give notice!"


"So you're really serious about moving...?" asked Marlon, sitting up.


"Of course..." said Curtis, putting on his pajama bottoms. "...we talked
about this already...!"


"We're not doing bad here in Philly..." reasoned Marlon, "...I don't
understand why its SO important that we move now...!"


"I TOLD you..." signed Curtis, feeling like he was talking to a brick
wall. "...there's a lot more opportunities at this new job...,
opportunities to go and live abroad..., to make more money..., for a change
of scene..."


"A change of scene...?" questioned Marlon. "So you're saying you're tired
of playing `uncle' to my daughter...?"


"I didn't say that." said Curtis.


"Then what ARE you saying...?" asked Marlon.
	Curtis chuckled as he shook his head...


"Yur lookin' for a fight..." he observed. "...I'm not gonna give you
one..." he added, grabbing a towel. "...if we break up, it's because YOU
didn't have enough faith in US to move to Atlanta, NOT because of some
stupid ass argument!" he concluded, walking out of the room.
	Marlon sulked in bed, feeling Curt's last orgasm starting to leak
from his ass. He was beginning to miss him already.


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UPSTAIRS...


	25 year old Crystal Waters lay sideways in spoon position, her
right leg draped over Dan's as he hugged her from behind, fucking his big
thick 11" crank though her dripping pussy from the back, holding her by her
forehead with one hand (her hair scattered wildly over her flushed face),
and squeezing and mauling her right breast with the other.
	Crystal awoke to the pain of her boyfriend shoving his dick into
her while she was still asleep (after a night filled with unbridle
sex). The shock of penetrated to her aching pussy woke her immediately as
Dan (her 36 yr old boyfriend) was already thrusting rapidly in and out of
her.


"OW...OW...OW...AHH...OHH...UHH...UHH...ARHH..ARHH..UHH...OHH...ARHH...!"
she grunted and groaned after every painful thrust.
	Dan awoke with a major hardon (as usual), after dreaming of
memories with David Smith (an old friend), holding him down against his
will, fucking him in front of his son, and teaching the 17 year old high
school student (at the time) how to abuse his own father. That moment
marked one of the most memorable moments in Dan's sex life, as well as one
of the most tragic, as he didn't realize at the time that he was training
his replacement. Dan only walked away from the arrangement after losing a
fuck-bet to see which stud got to keep David as their personal bitch. Who'd
have thought he'd be out fucked by a wet behind the ears teenager with an
inexhaustible amount of cum in his balls?
	Waking up hard, Dan rolled over to feel sweet Crystal sleeping
soundly beside her with her back to him. Reached down between her legs, he
found her pussy still wet (and swollen) from last night's marathon
fucking. With pre-cum already lubing his dickhead, he pressed his dick up
against her wet entrance, and shoved.


"Damn your pussy feels so good on my dick..." groaned Dan in her ear,
several minutes after entering her. Crystal had never had a problem
satisfying her men before, but she never encountered a guy with a phallus
as big as Dan's, nor a libido as large. Dan was like a fuck machine, always
ready to go at a moment's notice. Crystal recalled how embarrassed she was
when (after having a pleasant dinner at a reputable restaurant) Dan took
her out to the parking lot and fucked her right there in the backseat. At
first she found his spontaneous impulses cute and adoring, now she only
found them embarrassing as several people walked by and caught them
fucking. By the time Dan had finished coming inside her, her tits were
hanging out of her bra as an older couple waltzed by. The looks on their
surprised faces were priceless.
	Crystal often felt overwhelmed (and dare she say: raped) after an
intense sexual session with Dan. It was during those times that she
wondered why she endured? Why she put herself the pain of torture of
satisfying a man who obviously suffered from a flashback of violent
tendencies? Then Dan would turn around the next day and do something
totally romantic, like whisk her and her daughter away unexpected on a day
trip, or buy her roses for no reason at all. The words `I love you' never
came from his lips, but in those precious moments Crystal felt as though he
could be in love, and that the relationship could possibly turn into
something magical.
	At that very moment while Crystal was contemplating her
relationship, she heard a soft knock at the door, as the wispy voice of her
daughter appeared at the keyhole...


"Mommy...?" she called, listening to her mother's grunts at the
door. "...are you okay...? I had a bad dream..."
	Before Crystal could answer, Dan covered her mouth with his hand,
turning her ear towards his head as he whispered huskily in her ear...


"Don't answer her, I'm close..." he grunted.
	Crystal groaned dramatically behind Dan's palm as he continued to
hammer her, thrusting harder as he drove his dick deeper. Crystal felt each
impact of his powerful hips as he slapped his pelvic bone into her ass over
and over again, driving his dick straight through her like a mad
man. Crystal could feel herself creaming despite the rough treatment being
dished to her. No matter how much she complained about being `a lady' and
wanting to be `made LOVE to', it was Dan's aggressive fucks that sent her
over the edge quicker than normal, a fact not wasted on observant Dan, who
could feel Crystal's inside becoming moister by the second.


"Mommy...? You awake...?" asked Rachelle, pressing her ear up against the
door. That's when Curtis suddenly came out of the bathroom, dressed only in
loose fitting pajama bottoms...


"Hey Rach'..." he called, meeting her in the hallway next to her mother's
bedroom door. "...why don't we let yur mom sleep in awhile longer, eh...?
Let me put you back to bed...!"


"Uncle Curtis..." pouted Rachelle, rubbing her eyes. "...I hadda bad
dream...!"


"Oh yeh...?" asked Curtis, taking her hand... "Why don't you tell uncle
Curt all about it in YUR room...?" he asked, leading her away from her
mother's room.
	Crystal could feel Dan fucking her harder, as he panted and
breathed heavily in her ear, covering her mouth with his hand. She could
feel her body jerking forward from impact, the pain stab of his manhood
deep in her vagina sent shockwaves through her body like trimmers after a
large earthquake.


"OH FUCK...! OH SHIT...! OH FUCK...! I'M COMING...!" groaned Dan, slamming
Crystal's petite body with his manly physique. Crystal felt his arm snake
from her bouncing tit to her midsection, holding her in place as he rammed
his dick all the way into her and held it there, "AAAAARRRRHHHHGGGG...!!"
he yelled into the back of her head as he came inside her, straining and
shaking like a dog on crack as he humped his last strokes into her.
	Crystal panted breathlessly when she felt Dan's massive penis
throbbing inside her, filling her with yet another dose of his fluids. Dan
could feel Crystal's pussy clamping around him, as her own orgasm erupted
with his. The two lay exhausted, unable to speak of move as they lay locked
in position for a few minutes.


"You were great..." said Dan (the first to react), as he kissed her on her
facial cheek.
	Crystal pushed the hair from her eyes as he pulled away from Dan's
embrace, dislodging from his shrinking manhood as she climbed out of bed
in-search of her bathrobe. "Where you going...?" asked Dan, wanting to lay
up with her longer.


"I heard Rachelle outside the door earlier..." she said, covering her
nakedness as she tied her bathrobe at the waist.


"It's a Saturday..." complained Dan, wanting to sleep with his dick in
her. "...she doesn't have school today..."


"No..., but she's up early..." said Crystal, undeterred by Dan's
argument. "...something's wrong or else she wouldn't've gotten up so
early...! I'll be right back..." she said, closing the door behind her.
	Walking down the hall, she could see her daughter's door open. The
light was on, and someone was inside talking to her...


"It was just a dream, Rach'..." said Curtis, sitting on the edge of
Rachelle's bed as she lay under the covers. "...what did yur dad and I tell
dreams were...?"


"um..." thought Rachelle, "...you said dreams'r like movies, they can't
hurt us...!"


"That's rite..." smiled Curtis. "...you think me, or yur dad, or yur mom'r
gonna let anything bad happen to you...?"
	Rachelle shook her head `no'. "So the next time you have one'a
those bad dreams, what'r you gonna do...?"


"I'm gonna pretend like I'm STORM from the X-Men..., and zap the bad
monsters with my lite'n...!" answered Rachelle, gleefully.


"That's rite...!" laughed Curtis, kissing Rachelle on the forehead. "Now
get some sleep..., yur mom'll call you when she wake up...!"
	Crystal stood outside her daughter's bedroom as Curtis came out
(cutting off the overhead light and closing the door)...


"Oh shyt..." he startled, finding Crystal in the hall. "...I ain't kno' you
was up yet...!"


"That was sweet..." smiled Crystal, feeling blessed to have two fathers for
her daughter. "...what you said to Rachelle..., she's really lucky to have
a father figure like YOU in her life...!"


"Awe..." shied Curtis, "...I ain't no father figure..., I would'n even kno'
HOW to be..., Marlon's her dad..., I'm just uncle Curt...!"


"Well, she's lucky to have an uncle like you...!" corrected Crystal,
kissing him on the cheek.
	Curtis frowned, feeling guilty for what he was about to say...


"I was plannin' on tellin' you this lata on today..." he confided, pulling
her aside. "...but I see no reason in holdin' off...! I got the job I
interviewed for in Atlanta..." he said, getting a big supportive hug from
his female roommate.


"Congratulations! I'm happy for you!" she said, genuinely.
	Curtis was concerned...


"Yur not mad...?" he asked, curiously.


"Mad...? No. Why would I be...?"


"I'll be leavin' in a month..." informed Curt, getting a worried look from
Crys.


"Okay..." she said, thinking over the figures in her head. "...it'll be a
little tough..., but I could work some extra hours at the salon to make up
your share of the rent...!"


"I'm not tryin'a leave you inna lurch, Crys..." said Curtis,
sincerely. "...I'll keep payin' my share of the rent til you find a new
roommate..., --up to 6 months, of course...!" he offered. "You think you
could find a roommate in that time...?"


"With all the foreclosures and downsizing..., it shouldn't be a
problem...!" said Crystal, thinking of posting notices in the salon.


"How do you feel bout Marlon movin' with me...?" he asked, knowing Crystal
would have to tend to Rachelle alone.


"Is Marlon moving with you...?" she asked, sounding surprised.


"We ain't decided yet, but we're thinkin' botu it...!" said Curtis. "Would
THAT hurt you in any way...?"


"Well..." thought Crystal. "...Rachelle'll be hurt to see either one of you
go, let alone BOTH of you..." she stated, factually. "...and I would
probably have to find a babysitter to pick Rach' up from school and watch
her til I get home..." she thought aloud. "...but no..., I think it's a
great idea that Marlon goes with you...! He might even be able to finally
find a job in Atlanta...!"


"I'd rather he be a housewife..." joked Curtis, "...but we'll see...!"


"I wish the best for both of you...!" said Crystal, giving him a hug again.
	Curtis heard Crystal's door creep open as her new boyfriend Dan
stepped into the hall, wearing nothing but his birthday suit.


"What's all this hugging about...?" he asked, on his way into the
bathroom. "Should I be jealous?"


"What you SHOULD be is considerate...!" said Curtis, watching Dan's limp
dick flop along between his thighs as he walked. "I thought I TOLD you bout
walkin' around in here naked...? Crystal's got a daughter...!"


"It's okay, Curtis..." defended Crystal, standing between the two men as
Dan smirked and walked away, heading for the toilet.


"No, it's NOT okay..." argued Curt, "...I told him before I left about
walkin' around here like he owns the place...! He don't pay rent here!
Hell, WE don't even walk around naked in here...!"


"It's alright, Curtis, really..." insisted Crystal, trying to defuse the
situation.


"How could you say it's okay...? You gotta daughter..." argued Curtis.


"He doesn't do it in front of her...!" defended Crystal.


"Not YET..." countered Curtis, "...but its only a matta of time before she
accidently walk up on `em...!"


"Then we'll deal with it when it happens..." said Crystal.


"By then it'll be too late...!" said Curtis. "Why'r you lettin' HIM
disrespect you and yur daughter like that...?"
	Crystal's eyebrows rose...


"First of all..., Rachelle's MY daughter..." stated Crystal, stating a
fact. "...and second of all, didn't you say you were moving anyway...? So
what concern is it of yours...?"
	Curtis looked hurt as Crystal's words sliced through him like a hot
knife. After 3 years of helping to raise their daughter..., after 3 years
of colds, flues, tummy aches, injuries, babysitting, trips, carnivals, and
beaches..., he couldn't believe she would actually say those words to
him. To `uncle Curt'. And to add insult to injury, after flushing, Dan came
back out into the hallway and stood by Crystal's side, balls hanging freely
and all.
	Curtis threw up his hands in defeat (having heard it all), and went
back downstairs to star packing...
	Crystal regretted saying what she said as soon as she said it, but
what's done was done. There was no taking it back. When it came to
defending her man or coddling a roommate who was going to be moving anyway,
Crystal choice her man, hoping something worthwhile would become of it in
the long run.



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	Saturday mornings around the Howard's household were usually
bustling, as Demeece Howard fed and dressed her kids before heading out the
door to meet with her mother for a day of shopping the malls for the best
sales. Milton Howard usually got to sleep in late on the weekends, taking
advantage of the quiet, getting up sometime around noon and eating
leftovers his wife left in the refrigerator.
	After showering he'd usually take his car down to the carwash for a
quick clean and shine, before heading to the barber's for a close cut and
shave. The barbershop is always crowded on weekends, filled with working
class black men who can only find time to get groomed on their days
off. With a standing appointment Milton is always through in record time,
able to cut ahead of walk-ins who waited for an opening to be served.
	Conversations in barbershops were always rousing and on point. Men
would talk about everything from the latest political candidate, to gay
marriage, and everything in-between. Whatever the conversation, people were
usually passionate about how they felt, rather it was popular or not.
	Many arguments jumped off whilst waiting in the barber's chair. It
was also there that Milton saw some of the handsomest bait. Hot young men
who wore their pants down beneath their asses, their fine young butts
protruding over the waistband just begging for attention. It was all Milt
could do to keep from staring and blowing his heterosexual cover. It was
funny how a few short years ago he wouldn't have even noticed a guy walking
down the street with his pants sagging, now however, he noticed them as
quickly as he noticed a pretty girl, getting the same reaction in his pants
from both.


"I don't know..." said Milt's barber, brushing the chair off from him as
Milt cut in line and sat down for his standing appointment. "...I often
wonder what I would feel like if my son or daughter came home from college
with a member of the same sex on their arm, saying they were in love...?
How do you react to something like that...?"


"You take them out back and BEAT the gay out of them...!" said another
barber nearby. "I wish my son WOULD come home with another dude talking
about he love taking another mother fucker's dick up his ass...! I'd put my
foot up his ass so fast...!"


"Better be careful man, he might like that sort of thing...!" laughed a
patron.


"Man, fuckin' homos make me sick..." chimed in another guy (the hater),
giving his 2cents. "...if it were MY son, I'd put a bullet in his head and
end his misery...! That ain't no life to try to have! Homos do nothing but
breed disease into the world! They serve NO other purpose!"


"You're crazy..." commented another patron (the advocate). "...gay people
contribute a lot to society as a whole...!"


"Like WHAT...?" asked the hater, waiting for an answer.


"Are you kidding me...? They contribute the same things YOU do...! They
work, they help keep the economy flowing, they pay taxes, they buy
homes..."


"I think one designed my wife's wedding dress once...!" laughed the second
barber.


"...gay people are everywhere, in every aspect of life! They're doctors,
lawyers, policemen, firemen, ambulance drivers, taxi drivers, architects,
transit workers, athletes, football players, boxers, barbers..., hell, one
could be cutting your hair right now!"


"Hey...!" protested the barbers, proclaiming their heterosexuality.


"I'm JUST saying..." continued the advocate, "...there could be gay people
in here right now that you're offending with you bigotry...!"


"Ain't no GAY people in here...!" argued the hater, looking around the room
to see if he saw anyone who looked gay.


"Like you could tell just by looking...!" laughed the man.


"He's right..." added Milt's barber, tying his cape about Milt's neck to
keep cut hair from falling onto his clothes. "...I had these two guys
living as roommates on my block some years ago, turns out they were butt
buddies the whole time! I couldn't believe it, they looked so normal!"


"A lot of these BI guys can fool you..." said the other barber, "...but
they as gay as the homos are...! They need to just cross over and leave the
women alone so REAL MEN like us can fuck them!"


"Yeah..., if one dated my daughter, I'd have to run him out of town!"
admitted Milt's barber.


"Fuck running him out of town, SHOOT that nigga!" chimed the hater.


"Statistically speaking, everyone in here knows at least ONE gay person and
probably don't know it...!" stated the advocate.


"I don't know no gay people..." stated Milt's barber, testing his
clippers. "Do YOU, Milt...?"


"uh..., no." answered Milt, wanting no parts of the conversation.
	Funny (he thought), a few years ago he would have probably had a
lot to contribute to that conversation, speaking as a heterosexual who knew
nothing but fucking women. Now as a closeted bisexual, he understood the
trappings and allure of man/man sex. The people opposing bisexuality
probably never experienced the joys of a wide jawed man sucking their dicks
down the back of his throat, or plunging their dick in some hot twink's
tight gripping asshole and busting a load deep inside him, or feeling some
talented top ride your ass as if he were born to cornhole.


"Speaking of one, did you hear the news about the Temple basketball player
who got caught fucking some guy in his room...?" asked the barber, trimming
the back of Milt's neck.


"Naw, I missed that one...!" said the hater.


"Yeah..." continued the barber. "...it's all over the Internet..., campus
security busted in on him and some random dude he was fucking off the
Internet...! Some college kid peeking in from the hallway got a picture on
his cell phone as soon as the door got kicked in...! Look it up!"


"Oh, I am...!" said the hater, laughing aloud as he pulled out his phone
and began searching Online. Milt could feel his heart pounding in his
chest. The story sounded eerily familiar to what happened between him and
Gerald Grant in Marcus' room (bonus scene at the end of Chapter-8). "Found
it!" said the hater, pulling up the picture and story. "I'll be damn..." he
sounded, as people got up and crowded around to see the small view
screen. "...look at that shit...! Two burly muscular mother fuckers FUCKIN'
each other...!"


"That's fucked up!" stated another guy, seeing the picture for the first
time. "You sure they ain't DOCTOR that picture to make it look like they
were fucking...?"


"Story says the hallway was filled with about 10 students at the time, all
claim to have seen the same thing!" said the hater, reading the fine print.


"Let ME srr that picture..." said Milt's barber, as Milt sat with his eyes
closed, hoping no on knew the other man in the picture was him.
	The barber stared at the picture for a second... "Yup, that's
him..., that's Gerald Grant with his dick up some faggot's ass...! See
Milt...?" said the barber, tilting the screen down to Milt's eye
level. Milt took a deep breath, then opened his eyes, looking at the
picture of two naked men on a small college dorm bed, the darker man on his
hands and knees in doggy position while the lighter skin one stood behind
him, one hand holding the bottom guy's hip and the other trying to block
his face from the onlookers. But while it was easy to visibly see Gerald
Grant's face clearly in the photo (despite the rising hand movement to
cover his face), the face of the second man on the bed was completely
blurred out of focus, as if the picture was taken while he was spinning his
head around quickly.
	Milt did a double take on his face. Nothing was recognizable, you
couldn't even tell if he had a beard or a mustache, all you could see
clearly was his naked muscles.
	Milt felt immediate relief.


"Yeah..., that's fucked up..." he said in agreement, happy that he dodged
yet another bullet.


"Fucking faggots..." said the hater, taking back his cell phone. "...ALL of
them need to be lined up and executed!"
	As soon as his haircut was over, Milt left the barbershop and
texted Gerald, but before he could even get in his car the text came back
with a canceled number. Unable to figure another way to get hold of Gerald,
he drove over to Austin's apartment in North Philly. Austin answered the
door, somewhat surprised as he hadn't gotten a call that they were hooking
up today.


"Hi..." he said with a broad smile, inviting Milt in.


"Hi..." said Milt, coming in from the cold. "...have to talked to
Gerald...? I tried texting him but his number was canceled...!"


"I bet..." said Austin, showing Milt upstairs. "...after the scandal
broke...! Did you hear that someone posted a picture of him fucking some
guy in his dorm room...?"


"Yeah, I saw it..." said Milt, climbing the steps to Austin's second floor
apt. "...is there anyway I can get in touch with him...?"


"I don't know..." said Austin, stepping into his apartment. "...as soon as
the picture broke, he left school and disappeared...! His roommate might
know how to get in touch with him..., roommates often exchange family
information in case of emergency...!"


"Yeah..., I'm not really friendly with Gerald's roommate anymore..." said
Milt, not liking the idea of going through Marcus. "What's gonna happen to
Gerald's basketball career...?"


"That's all but over..." said Austin. "...I can't remember the first time
an outed player made it into the pros..., a lot of guys wouldn't want to be
teamed up with him, fear of association I guess...!"


"So that's it...? Some asshole post his picture on the Internet and he ups
and ends his college career...?"


"You can't imagine what kind of heckling he'd go through..." defended
Austin. "...not only would it be rumor and gossip..., they have the picture
to prove it! Every time he'd step foot on court he'd be booed! Every time
he accidently touched a players body in play, they'd think he was trying to
feel them up...! He wouldn't be able to walk down the street without people
staring and calling him names..., let alone finish any college courses...!"
	Milt felt sorry for Gerald, knowing his life as a pro athlete was
over. So engrossed in keeping from being busted by security, they never
even noticed that some of the students looking in hand cell phones with
them. "I hope that Gerald's leaving don't mean WE can't continue seeing
each other...?" hoped Austin, touching Milton's lap.
	Milt looked down as the white student's hand slowly inched its way
up his leg towards his crotch. "I really liked messing around with you..."
said Austin, rubbing between Milt's legs.


"I'm sorry..." said Milt, getting up from his seat as the warning words of
his brother (Carl) replayed in his head (from last chapter). "...I gotta
go...!"


"Was it something I said...?" asked the college kid, as Milt walked to the
door.


"No..." answered Milt, "...its me..., I have a family at home I can't risk
any further...!" he added, heading home.


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