Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2011 12:15:09 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: bruthaly luv-23 BRUTHALY LUV -23 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 25 yr old Crystal Waters sat in her friend's apartment, balling her eyes out. 33 year old Charmaine Howard turned around from her stove, carrying a cup of hot coffee to help soothe her distressed friend. "Th...thank you..." she said, crying into her cup. "What EXACTLY did you see...?" asked Charmaine, taking a seat beside Crystal at the kitchen table. "I saw Marlon's pajama bottoms sticking to the back of his butt..." cried Crystal, "...you know..., like how your panties STICK to you after sex...?" "What else...?" asked Charmaine, waiting for the smoking gun. "What MORE do I need...?" asked Crystal, blinking through tears. "Well..." thought Charmaine, taking a deep breath. "...you're accusing someone I know as a very respectable church member, of having SEX with your baby's father...! I think you should have a little MORE evidence other than Marlon's sticky boxer problem...!" Crystal sighed... "There IS more..." she said, having to divulge more of the story than she planned. "...Dan suggested we do a 3some with Marlon after we came from this strip bar on night..., and I agreed...! But before I knew it he had called Marlon downstairs and had him join us right there in the living room...!" "Just like THAT..., Johnny on the spot...?" asked Charmaine, suspiciously. "Hmmm..., sounds like it was setup!" "You think so...?" asked Crystal, suddenly feeling like a victim. "If he just mentioned it to you THAT night, then all of a sudden you were head over heels in a 3some..., then it sounds like it was preplanned...!" surmised Charmaine. Crystal looked bewildered. "I can't believe one of my congregation members did this...!" "What about Marlon...?" asked Crystal. "Do you think HE was in on the arrangement...?" "I mean..., who KNOWS what the two of them may have talked about...?" asked Char', speculating. "IF indeed THAT was the way it went down...! Have you discussed this with Marlon?" "No..." answered Crystal, "...I got out of there as fast as I could...! I never even got back to Rachelle's school..., her book bag is in my front seat...!" "I don't know what to say to you, honey..." said Charmaine, shaking her head. "...when you introduce other people into your bedroom, you're just ASKING for trouble...! Maybe Dan feels like he has a right to have sex with Marlon now that you've approved it...?" "I didn't approve him FUCKING him...!" argued Crystal, "Marlon was only supposed to give him head...! And I thought it was only a ONE TIME occurrence..., I didn't know they'd be sneaking around behind my back...!" "That's what I'm saying..." said Charmaine. "...maybe THEY didn't see it as sneaking around..., they're GAY...!" "Dan's not gay...!" said Crystal, surprising the shit out of Charmaine. "He's not...?" she asked, thinking she missed something? "No..., he's only done this ONCE before..." defended Crystal, repeating what Dan told her. "Well..., I'm not expert, but how many times do you HAVE to do it to be considered gay...?" inquired Charmaine. Crystal thought... "I don't know..." she said, unable to come up with a reasonable answer. "...but he can't possibly be gay..." continued Crystal, "...can't no man do what HE does and be totally gay...!" "You mean because he gives good WOOD, he can't be gay...?" asked Charmaine, clarifying. "He's not like Marlon or Curtis..." defended crystal, "...he's ALL MAN where it counts..., he just..., I guess guys give better head...!" she rationalized. "But it wasn't HEAD you were complaining about...!" reminded Charmaine. "...right..." remembered Crystal, lost again. "Well tell me..., did you actually SEE Dan fuck Marlon...?" asked Crystal. "No..." answered Crystal, "...but I saw the same `runoff' from when Curtis fucked Marlon...!" (in chap-2). "Well THAT'S not evidence...!" said Charmaine. "That could've been anything...! Marlon could've SAT in something...! He could've been sweating...! Who's even to say it was DAN'S cum dripping from his ass...? Marlon IS gay..., he has been known to get around...!" "You THINK it could have come from someone else...?" asked Crystal, hopeful. "We'll never know unless you ask...!" informed Charmaine. Crystal started to feel a little better, as hope started to creep into her mind. "Do me a favor...?" she asked, as Charmaine nodded `yes'. "DON'T tell Demeece about this...! She always acts like everyone but she and Milt are going to hell..., and I really don't feel like hearing her `I told you so's' right now...!" "Deme's not THAT bad..." defended Charmaine, having had a better understanding of their married friend. "...she may get a little overheated..., but she means well...!" "I'd just assume she NOT know...!" insisted Crystal. "Okay honey, don't worry..." agreed Charmaine. "...I won't tell her anything..., but she's gonna ask...!" "I know..." said Crystal, hoping to avoid seeing or talking to her in the meantime. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 34 year old Milton Howard was at his UPS job, getting his belongings from his locker when he was approached by one of his coworkers... "You feel like hanging out...?" asked Duane, walking over to his locker. "There a GAME tonight...?" asked Milt, curiously. "I don't know..." said Duane, peeling off his uniform shirt. "...does a game HAVE to be playin' for us to hang out...?" "It HELPS..." said Milt, closing his locker. "...what else we got in common...?" "You might be surprised..." smirked Duane, stuffing his uniform shirt into his locker before pulling out his casual shirt. "...you'd never KNOW what some people'r into til you get `em alone...!" Milt felt a chill run up his spine... "You getting to something in particular...?" he asked, suspecting Duane wasn't asleep during his explorations (chap-21). "Nothin' I'd wanna talk about HERE..." said Duane, looking around. "...do YOU...?" Milt knew he was in trouble now... "Then WHERE you wanna talk at...?" he asked, knowing he'd fucked up big time. "Let's take a ride...!" sniled Duane, closing his locker door. Milt definitely knew he knew what happened now... "Lead the way..." said the married man, following... 34 yr old Milt and his 24 yr old coworker walked out to Milt's car. Milt could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to walk along calm and casual. "Hey D'..." called another coworker (Mac) from across the parking lot, "...you still wanna lift...?" "Naw man, go ahead..." called Duane, opening the passenger's door. "...I'll ger a ride with Milt!" "Where you two nigga's headin'...?" asked Mac, smiling. "Yall bout to get some action...?" "I'm a MARRIED MAN...!" yelled Milt, causing Mac to laugh out loud. "Like a ring and a piece of paper's gonna keep your DICK from getting' hard!" responded Mac, getting into his car. Milt and Duane got into Milt's old 1999 Cutlass. "Speaking of which..." said Milt, getting behind the wheel. "...I'd like to know where we're going myself...?" "My girl should still be at work..." informed the younger man, "...we could have all the privacy we need there!" Milt started his car while Duane played with his radio, trying to find a station HE liked. Milt's mind raced all over the place as he replayed the events of that night in his head. I knew Duane had passed out too quickly when he put him to bed, but despite knowing better Milt gave into temptation and pulled his coworker's underwear down anyway, just to take a look at his equipment. At least that's all he THINKS he did it for. Milt often wondered how far he might have gone had Duane's live-in girlfriend hadn't come home at just that moment, nearly catching him in the couple's bedroom fondling her boyfriend? Duane did most of the talking during the drive home, but Milt wasn't really listening, his mind was trying to figure a good excuse for WHY he was checking out the supposedly `sleeping' coworker's dick. He'd got Duane all the way to his apartment building and STILL couldn't come up with a believable reason for checking out another's guy's Jack In The Box. "Okay..." said Milt, pulling his car into park. "...you're home...! So WHAT did you wanna talk about?" "You wanna talk here or upstairs...?" asked Duane. Milt swallowed... "What's this all about...?" he asked, nervously. Duane blushed as he lowered his head with a chuckle. "Remember that night you drove me home from the sports bar and put me to bed...?" he asked, knowing well that Milton remembered. "What about it...?" asked the older man, sounding anxious and annoyed. "I wasn't sleep when you pulled down my pants and checked out my dick...!" informed the kid, causing the blood in Milt's veins to run suddenly cold. Duane laughed nervously at Milt's shocked facial expression. Acting on impulse, he reached down between his own legs and openly rubbed his growing bulge. "I was hoping you'd suck my dick when my GIRL came home..." he continued, much to Milt's horror. Milt sat stunned as Duane unbuckled his pants and opened his zipper, reaching into his shorts to pull out his stiff dick. "...but we won't have that problem tonight...!" Milt looked down at the younger man's stiff dark dick standing at complete attention out of the opening in his pants, then saw his work life flash before his eyes. Instantly he saw the word `FAGGOT' written in big bold letters across his locker. He could see guys catcalling him, demanding blow jobs and waving their big hard dicks at him. He could see himself being called into the manager's office and getting fired for tarnishing UPS's wholesome working man's public image. An instant later he felt his blood starting to boil as he reached over and grabbed Duane's collar... "I ain't no fucking faggot, asshole..." he said, catching the younger man by surprise. "...if ANYBODY'S gonna get their dick sucked here, it's ME!" he ordered, roughly shoving the man's head down in HIS crotch. Duane was surprised by the move, but Milt was the one shocked when Duane started to undo hi's pants. Milt sat stunned as Duane unfastened his belt buckle, unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, then pulled down the waistband of Milt's boxer-briefs to expose his soft male pud. Without batting an eye he took Milt's penis into his warm mouth and started sucking. Milt looked about the bustling block of passing cars and pedestrians and wondered if anyone could see through his dark tented windows? Duane suckled the soft dark penis as it started to grow and lengthen in his mouth. This wasn't the scenario he expected that night when he felt Milt lower his shorts to see his equipment, but he wasn't one to argue. He'd always had the hots for the older man, but never thought anything would develop. The night that Milt took a peek in his underwear certainly opened the door to a possible jump off, but Milt had been keeping his distance and acting like the incident never happened afterwards. Duane felt he needed to take charge if anything was ever going to happen. He jacked off over thoughts of watching masculine muscular Milton Howard sucking his dick. He also couldn't help wondering what the older man had between his own legs, thought never guessing he's find out THIS way. Milt started to get into the dick sucking as he reached down and cupped the back of Duane's head, helping him bob. He was still stunned that the boy was DL (having never spotted it), but he wasn't one to argue face facts. Despite his willingness to suck, Milt immediately discovered Duane was no dick sucking expert. He could feel teeth scrapping along his shaft whenever Duane didn't stretch his jaws wide enough. At one point Milt pulled the boy's head up from his lap (Duane's full lips parted lusciously and dripping drool...), and told him to "watch your fucking teeth...!" before shoving his head back down on his dick. Duane sucked better, but still couldn't go too deep. Milt knew he'd have to take matters in his own hands if he was going to cum. Reaching down, he gripped the unsucked portion of his dick and started jacking. Duane continued to lick and suck as he leaned over from the passenger's seat, obviously jacking his own hard dick at the same time. Milt could feel the boy's hungry lips and drooling tongue suckling the head and licking the piss slit. Milt jacked off with images of he and Duane mixing it up with the guys from work, catching ball games and talking about women and fucking. No one at work knew about Milt's extracurricular activities, and Milt believed no one knew about Duane's either (since no one ever said anything to him about it). The idea of having a masculine work friend he could fuck and no one would be the wiser of caused him to cum early. But before he could warn Duane of his impending orgasm, the sperm shot from his dick like a cannon and exploded in the 24 yr old's mouth and across his face like white streamers at a celebration. Duane was caught off guard, but was so busy with his own intense orgasm that he didn't have time to dodge out of the way. Both men groaned in erotic bliss, coming hard in complete and utter unison. Milt was the first to recover, his seed stopped shooting as he continued to stroke himself, his dickhead still touching Duane's panting lips. Duane's orgasm was just ending, allowing the flow of blood to rush back to his brain as he started to regain his strength and come to his senses. Lifting up, he sat upright, looking down at the mess he made of his clothes when he came all over himself. "Damn..." he said, wondering how he was going to hide this smelly mess from his girlfriend? Looking down into Milt's lap, he noticed very little mess in the older man's pants. Having accidentally tasted some Milt's cum, he knew THAT couldn't have been all that was in the old man's balls? Just when his mind was starting to wander, Milt reached over into his glove compartment for some fast food napkins... "You're gonna have to clean your face before you get out of the car..." he suggested, handing Duane a wad of napkins. Taken aback, Duane pulled down the overhead visor and to see himself in the mirror, and was stunned to see his face splattered with the volume of Milt's milky sperm. "DAMN...!" he said out loud, shocked by the sight, the whole right side of his face was splattered with cum drops, like someone had smashed a icing filling cupcake in his face. "You could've WARNED me you were coming...!" he said, wiping the cream off into the napkins. "I tried..." said Milt, tucking his softened dick back in his pants. "...it came so unexpected...!" "I know..." said Duane, laughing with embarrassment. "...mine too...!" he admitted. "I never came so fast before...! As soon as I felt your warm cum hit my face, I started shooting like crazy...!" "Nobody else knows about this..., right...?" asked Milt, determined to keep his secret quiet. "No..." answered Duane. "...you ain't gonna TELL nobody, are you...?" "Of course not...!" said Milt, fastening his clothes. "My girl's gonna have a fit if she smells all this NUT in my clothes..." laughed Duane, using some new napkins to clean the mess in his lap. "...I'm gonna have to tell her I was jacking off to a video..., she HATES it when I do that...!" "So we cool...?" asked Milt, holding out his hand to shake. Duane looked down and grasped it, clenching it tightly... "Definitely man..." he said, easing some of Milt's anxiety. "...maybe NEXT TIME we can actually make it upstairs to my apartment...!" Milt laughed as Duane fastened his clothes, then got out of the car and headed into his building. Milt sat behind the wheel, unable to believe what just transpired, wondering what would have happened had he gone the other route and sucked Duane off like he wanted...? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Crystal's mother bought Rachelle home straight from school, allowing Marlon to spend some quality time with his daughter. Rachelle was ecstatic to have her daddy back to normal (after losing him to depression after his best friend and roommate moved to Atlanta), spending the early evening watching television together. Crystal came home from work, feeling mentally drained and still a little confused. Rachelle jumped up off the sofa and ran to her mother's side, giving her a great big hello kiss before walking her back in. Marlon could tell something was wrong... "Everything okay...?" he asked, concerned. Crystal sighed as she gave her large pocketbook to her daughter to take upstairs for her. "Are you SEEING someone, Marlon...?" she asked, seemingly out of the blue. "Huh...?" asked Marlon, confused. "Why would you ask that question...?" he wondered aloud. "When I came back to pick up Rachelle's school bag this morning..., I noticed a large WET stain in you PJ's while you were washing the dishes..., the same kind of wet stain I used to see in your pajamas back when Curt was living here...! Now I'm no expert in man/man sexual relations, but I know a thing or two of how a man's sperm will drain back out of a woman's vagina after sex, soaking through her panties...!" Marlon squirmed uncomfortably. "So I have to wonder..., if you're SEEING someone you've neglected to tell me about..., or are you and my boyfriend having sex behind my back...?" "Crys..." said Marlon, his voice already breaking with guilt. Crystal pulled away when he tried to touch her, to tell her how sorry he was for going over the line... "How COULD you Marlon...?!" she asked, visibly upset. "You KNEW Dan was my first boyfriend in three years...! THREE YEARS...!!" she yelled, getting up from the sofa. "I'm sorry Crys..., I didn't mean for it to happen...!" pleaded Marlon following her, trying to MAKE her see it from his side. "DAN came down to my room after you allowed us to do the 3sum...! I thought it was okay since you already approved...!" "I approved a BLOW JOB..., NOT FUCKING!" yelled Crystal, pulling away when Marlon reached for her arm. "Okay...! Okay..., I fucked up..." said Marlon, taking the blame. "You ALWAYS fuck up, Marlon...!" said Crystal, gripping her hair at the roots in frustration. "You ALWAYS fuck up..., and I'm ALWAYS there to pick you up and dust you off...! But not THIS TIME!" she said firmly, pushing him away. "You've burned bridges with your parents..., with your sister..., with Milt..., with Carl..., with Charmaine..., and now with ME...! I don't care WHERE you live..., I just want you OUT OF THIS HOUSE effective immediately!" Marlon's heart dropped... "Crys please..." he begged, as she stormed her way upstairs to her crying daughter who stood at the top of the steps listening to her parents fighting. "...can't we TALK about this...?!" "I want you OUT!" yelled Crystal, slamming her bedroom door for emphases. Marlon stood in shock, wondering where he was going to go...? ________________________________________ Written by NPhillydogg (aka) Eugene Marvin. Hit me up at NPhillydogg@aol.com for questions, comments, and suggestions, or, join me on Facebook for a list of updates.