Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2011 18:31:21 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: bruthaly luv-26 BRUTHALY LUV -26 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The movie was called: `Divas Gone Wild', a movie of 2 high energy girls going on a cross country tangent with their old eccentric mothers tagging along as chaperones. It stars Jamie Fox (as Wanda), Martin Lawrence (as Shana-na), Tyler Perry (as Media), and Eddie Murphy (as Rasputsha). 34 yr old Milton Howard, his wife Demeece (31), and their friends Crystal Waters (25) and her boyfriend Dan Edwards (36), along with Linda Graham (32) and her date KaliQ Nelson (39), left the movie theatre in tears, laughing all the way to the restaurant where they had their dinner reservations. "That was the funniest movie I've seen in years...!" laughed Demeece, as the 3 couples sat at the table for their `couples night out'. "Okay..., If you HAD to pick one woman from the movie to sleep with..., WHO would it be...?" asked Dan, looking around the table at the men. "You THINK I'm gonna answer that question with my WIFE sitting next to me...?" laughed Milt, dodging a bullet and getting a round of laughter from his friends at the table. "Oh, you can answer THAT one..." encouraged Deme, feeling secure against the ugly women in that movie. "...I'd like to hear this one myself!" "Who would YOU pick...?" asked Crystal, flipping the question back on her boyfriend. "If I HAD to sleep with one of them..." said Dan, thinking. "...it'll be...Wanda!" he admitted. "Wanda...?" laughed Crystal, picturing Jamie Fox with his big pursed ruby lips, crossed eyes, and blonde curly mop-top wig. "You're not comparing ME to Wanda, are you...?!" she laughed, knowing Jamie Fox's character had the best figure out of all the manly women. "And WHO would you pick, KaliQ...?" asked Linda, hanging on her date's arm like a paid escort. "If I HAD to pick a woman from that movie..., it certainly wouldn't be one of those MEN dressed like women...! What kinda faggot shit was that...?!" Linda laughed, snuggling warmly up against her date's arm... "He's SO manly...!" she said to Demeece. "Okay..., that just leaves YOU, Milt...!" insisted Crystal, wondering which character he'd pick? Demeece gave her husband the evil eye... "If KaliQ don't have to answer, WHY do I...?" he protested, knowing it could lead him in the doghouse. "It's just a JOKE, Milt..." defended Crystal. "...sheesh...!" "Well..." said Milt, going with the light heartedness of the table. "...with those huge tits and FAT round ass..., I'd have to go with Rasputsha...!" he laughed. "Fuck you, Norbit!" sniped Deme, not liking the comparison. "I'm just saying..., I like my women voluptuous!" corrected Milt. "Voluptuous my ass..." snapped Deme, turning her back. "...that bitch was FAT with a capital F-A-T! I don't look like that!" "No one said you did, Deme..." voiced Crystal, sensing a tone in Deme's argument. "...we're just playing...! None of us look like the men in that movie!" "Well..., NOT with makeup...!" joked Dan. "Will you STOP...!" whispered Crystal, slapping the back of Dan's hand like a toddler. Just then Milt received his first of several text messages from his hommie Duane...BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...! Pulling his cell discreetly from his pocket, he pressed the `view message' button to read: (`sup hommie? Can u cum thu 2nite?') Milt texted back his reply as the waiter came over to take their orders... 20 MINUTES INTO DINNER... "I'm just saying..." said KaliQ, over his main course. "...why do prominent BLACK MEN have to parade themselves in dresses to make money in Hollywood...? I mean there's Eddie Murphy, Tyler Perry, Marlon and Shawn Wayans, Vine Rhymes, Wesley Snipes, Martin Lawrence, Chris Rock, Chris Tucker, Tracy Morgan, Cuba Gooding Jr., Arsenio Hall..., going all the way back to Flip Wilson in the 70's...! I mean..., it's like they purposely want to effeminate any black man whose stars has shown bright enough to see in the dark!" "Ain't nobody crying over those niggas..." said Milt, taking a sip of wine between bits. "...from where I sit, they ALL richer than me...!" "Don't tell me YOU subscribe to the old conspiracy theories...?!" laughed Dan. "Theory...?" asked KaliQ, looking at Dan with crazy eyes. "Is it a theory that over 70% of black households are raised by single black women...? Or that over 80% of convicts in prison are young strong black men...? Leaving over 70% of black boys to be raised solely by their mothers...? Which would probably explain why there seems to be SO MANY gay and bisexual men running rampant in black communities!" "Listen to this...!" insisted Linda to her friends, having already heard KaliQ's stand before... "So you attest homosexuality to a lack of fathers in the households...?" inquired Deme, intrigued by the idea. "I believe it definitely holds a factor...!" admitted KaliQ, holding the table's attention. "Without a FATHER like figure in the house to learn from, black boys have to figure their own manhood from their mothers and the ideals they find on the streets and in movies...! When they finally connect with another black male, they're often confused by the intimacy they share, mistaking the feelings they feel for attraction! One thing usually leads to another, and the next thing you know society has bred yet another roaming bisexual! It's a repetitive cycle that won't go away until a new generation of fathers are once again teaching their kids...!" "THAT explains Kendall..." said Linda, referring to her bisexual ex-husband (from the 2nd series `Between Bruthas'). "...HE was raised by a single parent mother!" Crystal glanced over at Dan, wondering how he was raised...? BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! sounded Milt's cell phone. "That's very interesting..." said Deme, breaking the brief (uncomfortable) silence at the table. "...I'm curious..., do YOU have any children...?" she asked. "ONE son...!" admitted KaliQ, getting back to his main course. "And..., did YOU raise him...?" asked Deme, assuming so. "No.." answered KaliQ, much to Deme's surprise. "...his mom and I divorced a few years back when he was nine...! It was a rough time for all of us!" "And..., just out of curiosity..., is your son...gay...?" asked the woman, daringly. KaliQ paused...? "I'm..., NOT sure...!" he admitted to everyone. "He just recently came back into my life, after his mom's been raising him alone for the past nine years...!" "And how does he SEEM...?" asked Dan, also curious. "What do you mean...?" asked KaliQ. "Well..." continued Dan, trying to get to the bottom of it all. "...is he getting calls all hours of the night from GIRLS looking to nab him...? Or is he just hanging around with a lot of GUY friends, with NO GIRLS in sight...?" asked Dan, smirking. KaliQ thought. It had only been a few months since his son (Kaleb) moved in..., and not a single girl's rung his phone or doorbell looking for him. Frustrated, KaliQ grabbed his glass of wine and gulped it down in just a few swallows, signifying to the table that his theory MAY be right on the money. "Excuse me..." he said, getting up from the table. Everyone watched as he headed for the men's room... "Was it something I said...?" asked Dan, amused with himself. "He's a little sensitive since his son't come back into his life..." explained Linda, worried her date may have walked out on her. "I'll go check in on him..." offered Milt, getting up from the table. "...I have to use the restroom anyway...!" "Thanks Milt." said Linda, sincerely. Milt walked across the restaurant and down a narrow corridor to the men's room, where he found Linda's date (KaliQ) standing in front of the urinals pissing. "You okay...?" asked Milt, standing next to him as he too unzipped his pants and hoisted out his penis to start pissing. "Yeah...I'm okay..." said KaliQ, staring up at the wall in front of him. "...I guess I just get a lil' sensitive about my boy, is all...! We're still getting to know each other, you know...?" he said while flushing and tucking. "Let me ask you a question...?" asked Milt, watching KaliQ walk towards the sinks a few feet away. "What IF you son DOES turn out to be gay or bisexual...? What happens then...?" "I don't know..." said KaliQ honestly, pausing for a second before turning on the water to wash his hands. "I HOPE he's not...!" he continued, pumping the soap container before rubbing his hands together vigorously. "I mean, I'd RATHER he had a normal life like his parents...!" "And how's THAT working out for you...?" asked Milt, flushing before tucking. "Well..." thought KaliQ, "...his mom and I are divorced..., and dating so far has been a bitch..." he added, placing his hands under the faucet. "...but at least nobody's throwing stones at me for walking down the street with my boyfriend lover...! Look at what recently happened to that college basketball player who got caught fucking some dude Online...? I don't want that to be MY son!" Milt's heart skipped a beat at the thought that KaliQ might have recognized him from that picture of him and Gerald Grant posted Online. Milt's face (thankfully) was blurred as he was turning his head at the time of the snapshot, but Gerald's face was clear as day, causing the 19 year old to drop out of school in hopes of attending classes elsewhere. "Hey, what you two ladies talking about in here...?" asked Dan, walking in at that precise moment. "Nothing..." said Milt, seeing it was a sore subject to KaliQ. "...just talking..." "I thought I might walk in and find you two in one of the stalls sucking each other's dicks, or something...!" laughed Dan, heading for the urinals. "I got to pee like a racehorse...!" he stated, whipping out his dick. "I'm gonna go back to my date..." said KaliQ (standing next to the hand dryer), not `feeling' Dan as much. "I'll be right behind you..." stated Milt, running water over his soapy hands as KaliQ headed out the door. "I guess that just leaves YOU and ME...!" laughed Dan, getting Milt's attention as he backed away from the urinal to display his long flaccid dick. "YOU go first...!" he joked, flopping it up and down. Milt laughed it off, walking towards the dryer as Dan flushed the urinal and walked over towards the sinks without tucking his flaccid penis. "You know..., MARLON told me all about the `special' relationship you once shared together...!" "Yeah...?" asked Milt, trying not to show any shocked facial expressions as he placed his hands under the dryer. "What SPECIAL relationship might that be...? In-laws...?" Dan smiled, gathering soap from the dispenser. "Let's just say that Marlon and I have THE SAME arrangement...!" he continued, rubbing his hands together before putting them under water. "What about Crystal...?" asked Milt, knowing full well what arrangement Dan meant. "Oh, she KNOWS all about it..." smiled Dan, turning off the water as he made his way over to the dryer, replacing Milt's hands under the blower. "...in fact, we've done A FEW 3somes together..., she's really impressed by his dick sucking abilities...! I guess I have YOU to thank for that...? So..., THANK you!" Milt shook his head as he turned and headed for the door... "You might want to tuck THAT away before you leave..." he said, his hand on the handle. "...the only people impressed with a big dick are women and fags..., I'm not either!" BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...! AT THE TABLE (just minutes before...)... "That was odd..." said Crystal, looking around at a table absent of men. "...aren't WOMEN supposed to be the ones that excuse themselves from the table to head off to the ladies room...? Talk about role reversal...!" "Yeah Linda..., WHERE'D you find THIS nutcase...?" asked Deme, with a chuckle. "At the supermarket...!" answered Linda, frowning at Deme's joke. "And he's NOT a nutcase..., he's just sensitive about his son...!" "His GAY son, obviously!" said Deme, raising her eyebrows as she pulled her drink to her lips. "He seems nice, Linda..." said Crystal, sincerely. "He IS..." responded Linda. "...I'd just about HAD IT with men, when I saw him pushing his grocery cart, shopping for him and his son's dinner..." "Don't tell me he COOKS too...?" asked Deme, rolling her eyes. "He DOES..." answered Linda, "...he's no chef, but he knows his way around in a kitchen...!" "You're DOING it again...!" said Deme, wanting to slap some sense into her girlfriend's head. "Doing what...?" asked Linda, clueless. "You JUST got rid of one gay guy in your life..., and now you're about to bring in another...!" stated Deme. "WHAT...??" questioned Linda, twisting her face in disbelief. "Don't no STRIAGHT MAN know his way around in no kitchen!" stated Deme, as a fact. "MILTON can't cook for shit! In fact when I first met him, he had TAKE OUT boxes everywhere!" "So...? That was MILT...!" reasoned Linda. "I'm just saying..." defended Deme, hunching her shoulders. "...I don't know ANY straight guys who can cook like a woman can...!" "Marlon's gay..." reasoned Crystal, bringing up Deme's brother. "...and HE can't cook...!" "No..., Marlon has OTHER talents...!" smirked Deme, as the men started to return to the table one at a time... "Let's NOT talk about Marlon, right now..." said Crystal, as Dan was the last to sit at the table. "...let's just enjoy the rest of our meal..." "YOU'RE the one that bought him up...!" said Deme. "I HEAR his boyfriend moved to Atlanta..., how's he dealing with that...?" Milton pretended not to listen, as his ears perked up significantly... "He was depressed for a while..." admitted Crystal, nibbling from her plate. "...but he's slowly starting to come out of it...!" "Don't tell me..." said Deme, taking a meaty mouthful. "...he's found another MAN to take his boyfriend's place already...?!" she surmised, calling it correctly. Neither Crystal nor Dan said anything as they ate in silence. "I'd BET he probably didn't waste a weekend before he found a replacement..." added Deme, frowning. "...I TOLD Crystal she'd better keep an eye on YOU..." she continued, talking to Dan. "...I wouldn't put anything past him when he's looking on the prowl!" "Like I told you before, Deme..., I'm not worried about Dan...!" said Crystal confidently, placing her hand gently on top of her man's. Milt glanced up at the couple, knowing (now) the arrangement they had with Marlon... "How long've YOU two been married...?" asked KaliQ, politely making dinner conversation. "6 years..." said Deme, looking over at her husband, tenderly. "Feels like 10!" joked Milt, changing her expression to a frown. "How long were you and YOUR wife married...?" ...?" asked Deme, rolling her eyes at Milt. "uh..., about 9 years..." said KaliQ, thinking back. "...we were just...so DIFFERENT...!" he said, his excuse for why it didn't work out. "I was married, once..." admitted Dan, garnering some support. "...right out of college...! But it ended early..., it was a mistake!" "We've ALL made them...!" smiled Linda, letting Dan know no one's perfect. "Speak for yourself...!" snipped Deme, secure in her marriage. "Just because your ex-husband Kendall pulled the wool over YOUR eyes..., don't mean you can go around speaking for every woman in general!" "I wasn't TALKING about my experience with Kendall..." clarified Linda, feeling attacked. "...I was talking about making mistakes in general...! Who hasn't done that...?" "MY marriage isn't a mistake...!" argued Deme, "I married the man I wanted..., I got pregnant and had his children when I wanted..., we live in a house with a mortgage..., with both have jobs, we both have cars..., don't push YOUR mistakes onto us!" "I don't think THAT'S what she was doing, Deme..." defended Crystal, trying to keep the peace. "I certainly HOPE not..." said Deme, twisting in her seat. "...cause she had to be two kinds of stupid to believe THAT man of hers was straight!" "I wasn't stupid..." said Linda, taking offense, "...I was a loyal wife...!" "Loyalty and stupidity are two different things!" declared Deme. "Loyalty is standing by your man when he catches cancer and becomes too sick to take care of himself..., stupidity is catching your husband on video with his legs in the air, getting his backside beat like a $2 whore!" Dan held back a chuckle. "I'm just saying..." continued Deme, grabbing another roll from the courtesy basket. "...you HAD to be naïve NOT to suspect how pristine Kendall was...! I mean he got manicures and pedicures every month!" "So he liked to be well groomed..." argued Linda, "...not every man likes to have dirt under their nails like Milton...!" "Hey...what I gotta do with this...?" asked Milt, looking at his fingernails. "Milt MAY have dirt under his fingernails, and his feet MAY stink when he takes off his work boots..." defended Deme, "...but WHAT man doesn't...? That's normal! What ISN'T normal is Kendall claiming to work from home just so he could meet men off the Internet while you're busting your ass teaching rowdy high school students...! You should've known he was GAY by the cum tracks in the seat of his draws!" "DEME...!" called Crystal, deeply disturbed by her language. "I'm sorry..., but everybody can't be PERFECT like you and YOUR husband, Demeece..." said Linda, feeling hot under the collar. "...or have you forgotten Milt's little tryst with your faggot brother while you were away on your BIBLE retreat?!" Milt blushed with embarrassment as all eyes of everyone at the table (beside his wife and Linda) glanced over to him. Deme's eyes narrowed as she and Linda glared ominously. "You stank Bitch!" snarled Deme, ready to fight. "You were a DUMB BITCH then, and you're a DUMB BITCH now!" "At least I know WHO my baby's daddy is...!" shot Linda, causing the air to suck out of the room. Demeece stood up... BITCH, I KNOW DAMN WELL WHO MY BABIES DADDY IS..." she yelled, causing everyone in the restaurant to look her way. "...HE'S SITTING RIGHT HERE...! WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR MAN...?!" "Right here!" answered Linda, grabbing KaliQ's arm. KaliQ didn't know if he should pull away or not? This was only his and Linda's second date. Milt jumped up and grabbed his wife... "Calm down...!" he said, taking her in his arms to restrain her. The restaurant's manager rushed out to handle the commission, asking the couples to leave without even paying their bill. Deme and Linda argued all the way to the parking lot where their cars were stored for the evening. Both Milton and KaliQ had to stuff their dates in their cars and drive away before the argument finally ended, and even then Deme was so angry that she ramped and raved all the way home, calling Linda every nasty name she could think of. Milt dropped Deme off at home, then informed her that he wanted to take a drive to wind down. "What about the kids...?" she asked (her mother inside babysitting). "Give them a kiss goodnight for me..." was all he said, before driving off into the night. After a few minutes of driving aimlessly, he ended up outside Duane's apartment... (`yo, I'm outside') he texted, sitting in his car. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< "I didn't think you were gonna come...!" said Duane, after getting into the car. "Where's your girlfriend...?" asked Milt, wondering why he wasn't invited upstairs? "Home." answered Duane. "I could've got rid of her earlier..., but now's too late...!" "It's cool." said Milt, sitting behind the wheel, watching Saturday night traffic blow by. "You okay, man...?" asked Duane, noting Milt's silence. "I just..." started Milt, unsure how he felt about the things running through his mind. "...I wanted to get away for awhile, that's all...!" "I tried to hookup earlier..." said Duane, reaching down between Milt's legs, rubbing his crotch. Milt looked down at the manly hand rubbing him, then over at Duane (his dick starting to react despite the heaviness of the load on his mind)... "I know a place..." he said, driving off. NORTH PHILLY "I didn't think I'd ever SEE you again..." said 19 yr old Temple University college student (Austin), passing Milt and Duane something cold to drink. "...not after our LAST conversation (chap-15, scene-3). "Things happen..." said Milt coldly, accepting the drink. "Who's your friend...?" asked Austin, his eyes meeting Duane's as he passed him his drink. "Duane..." said the 24 yr old. "...we WORK together...!" he added, unsure what the relationship was between Milt and Austin. "Really...?" said the Caucasian teenager, sounding surprised. "So is this a social visit..., or did you come here for something specific...?" "Duane and I were wondering if we could use YOUR place...?" asked Milt, having gotten the idea from Gerald (chap-12, scene-3). Austin looked stunned... "uh, yeah..." he said, wishing he could be part of the action. "...I uh..., I could head out to the campus cafe for awhile while you two..., do whatever...!" "I appreciate that." said Milt, taking Austin up on his suggestion. Austin walked to the hall closet to get his jacket, before heading for the door. "I have fresh towels in the bathroom closet if you need them..." he said, giving the two black men one last look before closing the door behind him. "How you know THIS guy...?" asked Duane, not seeing how the two men could relate. "I dropped a package off to him one day...!" lied Milt, getting up from the sofa before heading into the bedroom. "No shit...?" laughed Duane, following. "I never would've thought YOU'D by using company time to cruse guys...!" "You wanna FUCK or what...?" asked Milt, short on patience at the moment. "Yeah, sure..." said Duane, shutting up. Falling to his knees, he began undoing Milt's pants as Milt tried blocking out the thoughts in his mind. Duane pulled open Milt's pants, then pulled down his boxer shorts to expose his soft dark penis. Taking it in his hand, he lifted its head towards his mouth and started bathing it with his tongue. Milt felt some of his worries disappear when the sensation his dick was feeling. He watched his work buddy take his penis into his mouth and start sucking, pulling at the elongated shaft as it hardened and thickened in his mouth. Soon he was sucking the erection, using his lips, mouth, and wet tongue to keep it stiff. He'd been thinking about sucking Milt's dick all day, becoming addicted to the idea of feeling something long and hard sliding between his lips. He couldn't understand why girls made such a big deal about it. When he first started dating his girlfriend, he practically had to BEG her to do something he finds absolutely exciting to do. He loved the way Milt's dick felt sliding in and out of his mouth, using his tongue to cradle the underbelly as it slithered wetly along the cum-tube. Bobbing his head back and forth, he looked up to see his work friend staring back down at him, watching lustfully as he fucked his own mouth with Milt's dick. Milt appreciate getting head from his young buddy, but head wasn't something he felt he needed at the moment. Reaching down over Duane's back, he pressed his hand curiously down into the seat of his pants, feeling for his ass. Duane continued sucking, wondering why Milt was feeling his booty? It all became clear when Milt finally pulled him up off of his knees, then started to undo HIS pants. At first Duane thought Milt was going to suck his dick, until his pants feel below his waist and Milt's hands wrapped around to grope his ass. "You ever been fucked before...?" asked Milt, showing his intentions. "No..." said Duane nervously, having had no intentions of ever getting fucked. "...have YOU...?" "I'll be real gentle if you let me try...!" said Milt, groping Duane's right ass cheek. Duane hesitated, staring down at Milt's big hard dick in his casually stroking hand. "I don't know, man..." he said nervously, "...what do I get out of it...?" "What do you want...?" asked Milt, wondering the price of taking a man's virginity? Duane thought... "I don't know..." he said, suddenly wondering what it's feel like to fuck Milt's ass? "...I'll let you fuck mine if you let me fuck yours...?" he suggested. "Nevermind." said Milt, walking away. "Hey..." called Duane, reaching down to pull up his pants before chasing after his older friend. "...what's wrong...?" "I ain't down for no tit for tat shit..." snapped Milt, heading for the front door. "...if you don't wanna get fucked, then don't...! But don't try to bargain MY ass in the process!" "Okay, okay..., I'm sorry...!" apologized Duane, holding his unfastened pants up around his waist. "It's not that I don't wanna do it..." he confessed, causing Milt to stop in his tracks. "...I'm just scared...! Is it gonna hurt...?" "It might..." said Milt honestly, turning towards him. "...but I'll be as gentle as possible..." he added, trying to make the man feel more at ease. "...if it hurts too much I'll stop...!" Duane sighed, knowing he wouldn't do this for anyone other than Milton Howard. "Okay..." he said, heading back towards the bedroom. Milt watched Duane's pants slip down off his waist, exposing his small supple ass cheeks as they bounced their way back into Austin's bedroom, causing his still hard dick to pulse with excitement. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Milt and Duane both stripped naked in Austin's bedroom. Both men couldn't help admiring each other's bodies. Milt was 6'0", 175 lbs with a well toned dark brown muscular body from years of lifting heavy packages for UPS, while Duane stood at about the same height, though slimmer with a 160 lbs lite brown muscular build. Neither man had an ounce of body fat as they pulled their pants off at their feet. Milt's dick stood at a stiff 9.5 inches of dark solid meat, while Duane's tipped the scales at 10 inches with a downward curve. The two men slowly stood in front of each other, admiring each other's builds and equipment before reaching down to stroke one another. Milt found himself seriously eyeballing Duane's dick, but still wasn't sure if the boy was able to keep his mouth shut if he allowed himself to be submissive with him? Milt understood that Duane had MORE TO LOSE if word got out that he bottomed for another brutha, leaving himself open to ridicule from the people he risk telling. With that in mind, Milt ignored Duane's pipe and instead reached around for his ass. Duane was scared shitless about giving booty up to another guy. He'd seen chicks do it in porn movies a 1000 times, but the girls always look like they were ON something, smiling and staring into the cameras sexily while bouncing up and down on some dude's amazingly long dick, acting as if they were simply taking a dump. Duane decided he liked Milt well enough to risk a certain level of pain. He definitely liked feeling Milt maul his ass as he squeezed the cheeks in his palm, then rubbed his fingers along the ass crack, feeling for the tight boy-hole. "Get on your hands and knees..." instructed Milt, pushing Duane towards the bed. "...stick your ass out..., yeah, like THAT...!" he said, liking the way the booty popped and parted. Getting down on his knees behind him, Milt roughly massaged the boy's firm cheeks with his huge hot hands, then pulled the cheeks apart to expose and reveal the tiny tight fuck-hole hiding in-between. Duane looked back nervously over his shoulder, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as the moment of truth came about. He'd never had a guy stare at his asshole before, and couldn't help wondering what (if anything) was going through Milt's mind? Milt parted Duane's firm ass cheeks, staring directly at his brown booty-hole. Leaning in forward, he licked the hairy surface, causing goose-bumps to sprout all over the younger man's body. "Oh god..." moaned the 24 yr old, having never had his asshole licked before. Milt pressed his face up between the taut buns and started eating, sucking vigorously on the tiny bud. Duane groaned aloud as his body trembled from the suction, having mixed feelings about having his most sacred, most private body part lavished and licked. For nearly 20 minutes Milton ate Duane's virgin hole, prepping and preparing it for sweet invasion. Duane could feel his anus slowly opening and relaxing under the constant pressure, as Milton's tongue penetrated his anal ring. Milton climbed up on top of him, grinding his long hard dick up and down his spit wet valley, moving it back and forth like a choo-choo train. Duane arched his back, liking the weight of his buddy weighing him down. Milt grabbed a tube of lubricant lying on Austin's bedside, then anointed some to Duane's asshole. Duane instantly tensed when he felt his work friend's finger(s) press into his ass. "YOW...!" he shouted, feeling the digit(s) penetrate his anus. Milt climbed back on top, then rubbed the underbelly of his dick back and forth across Duane's soft center. Duane could feel the thick hard column sliding up and down his ass crack, causing him to arch backwards. Milt took advantage of his vulnerability and aimed his dickhead down against the tight ring and pushed inward, sinking the head inside. "UHHHHHGG...!!" yelled Duane, feeling the sharp pain of penetration shoot thought him. Milt struggled to keep Duane prisoner, using his superior strength to hold him down as Duane squirmed to break free. "AAARRRHHHH...!!" he screamed again, as more dick pressed into his tight ass. "You said you'd STOP if it hurt too much..." he reminded, trying to flip Milt off his back. "...it HURTS..., so STOP!" "Stop being such a bitch...!" argued Milt, still pressing forth. "My wife takes this dick every night..., your GIRLFRIEND takes yours..., YOU can take it at least once...!" "But they're USED to gettin' fuckedm I'm NOT...!" cried Duane, no longer liking the feel of Milt's weight holding him down. "Alright, okay..." said Milt in frustration, pulling back his hips to withdraw his dick. "...feel better now...?" he asked sarcastically, remaining on top. Duane breathed a sigh of relief, happy that the horrible pain in his ass was over. But before he could celebrate, Milt changed his mind and pressed back in, stretching the sore anal ring even wider as he forced MORE dick into the resisting hole. "Milt noooooaaarrrrrhhhhhHHHHGGG...!!" yelled Duane, feeling Milton move into him. It felt like taking a horribly big shit backwards, instead of moving OUT of his ass it was moving IN, finding unavailable space as it dug deeply into ass cavity to lodge inside his bowels. Duane squirmed and squeezed in pain, resting on his elbows as he tried (unsuccessfully) to knock Milton off his back. When he felt Milt's hairy pubes touch against the smooth skin of his cheeks, he knew instantly that Milt had his entire dick wedged up his ass. Duane remained still, afraid one move in the wrong direction could seriously rupture something vitally important. He lay still with his buddy Milton on his back, holding him down forcibly, grinding his pelvic bone into his ass, churning his meaty manhood about in his aching gut. While the initial pain had lessened somewhat, Duane still felt a sea of pain issuing throughout his bottom. Even as Milt started to slowly move back and forth. Duane could feel a disturbing rippling sensation moving thought his rectum, as if Milt's dick were ripping out his insides. The unexpected feeling made Duane even more concerned as he involuntarily tightened his grip to keep the dick from moving. "uhhh yeah..." moaned Milton, loving the tight squeeze Duane's tight virgin hole put on his dick as he slowly withdrew. He too could feel the rippling sensation, as Duane's tight ring move across every ridge and vein in his dick, heightening the feeling for both men. Milt withdrew about 6 or 7 inches (causing Duane to believe he was exiting) before pushing back inside. Duane groaned in despair as the dick changed direction and started to bury back inside. He felt the hairy pubes of Milt's abdomen kiss against his ass cheeks again, indicating the successfully bury of all 9.5 inches. Milt understood (from his own experiences as bottom) what Duane's body was feeling, and took his time easing his dick in and out of his tight sensitive hole. He inches his way in and out, slowly drilling the hole back and forth, allowing Duane's body to get used to what was happening to it. After about 15 minutes of slow drilling, Milt felt Duane fighting less and less, then started to pick up the pace a little more. Duane could feel the big dick moving through him, sliding in and out, massaging his aching sphincter muscles as it took over and control of his body. Much to Duane's surprise, the horrible pain he'd felt in the beginning had lessened. It still ached, but differently, in a manner he could manage to live with. Milton started to move faster when he realized Duane was no longer fighting to break free. He knew the relentless stabbing in his gut would ultimately pay off, allowing for a hotter, better fuck. "Damn..." moaned Duane, getting used to the feeling of Milt's hips slapping into his bare ass. "...I can't believe we're doin' this...!" he said. "I can't believe you're bonin' the SHIT outta me!" "How's it feel...?" asked Milt, his chin resting on Duane's shoulder as he held his arms around his body tightly, still holding him in place, in case... "It still hurts..." admitted Duane, still feeling a constant ache deep inside his body. "...but I can handle it...!" "You CAN...?" asked Milt, knowing there was more to come. "So I can fuck you FOR REAL now...?" Duane clammed up, unsure what `for real' meant? What was he doing now, playing? Milt took Duane's silence as a `yes', then started to add flava to his fucking. Picking up the pace again, he started humping harder into his boy's ass, sending his dick deeper with every stroke. Duane felt a renewal of fresh pain shooting through his system as Milt took over control, feeding his body his big black dick. "UURRRHHH...UURRRHHH...UURRRHHH..." grunted Duane after every stab, his ass a total pin cushion to Milt's oversized needle. Milt stabbed and stabbed Duane's ass over and over again, slapping his pelvic bone into his ass like a paddle, piercing his bowels straight to his gut with every stroke. Despite the pain, Duane's found his dick rock hard against the mattress, oozing pre-cum as his prostate was being massaged. Milt pulled his friend onto their sides, spooning in behind him as he lifted Duane's right leg and continued to hump into his ass, driving his dick straight through him. On his side changed the angle of the dick, causing less pain in Duane's bowels and allowing him to reach down and stroke his own dick. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be dug through by another guy, to feel another man's dick pummel his bottom, fucking him like a chick. The sex was truly intense as Milt held him from behind like a lover, thrusting straight through his bottom to bury his dick repeatedly. Duane could hear Milt panting breathlessly behind him, his lips just an inch or so from his ear, as the older man fucked him on their sides. Milt could hear Duane's uncomfortable groans and grunts becoming more and more erotic, as his body adjusted to the dick sawing through him. "Oh god, man..., damn..." moaned Duane, whacking his dick faster. "...I'm...I'm about to nut...!" he said surprised, unable to believe he could cum with a dick inside him. Milt stopped fucking as he pressed his pelvis directly into Duane's backside, spearing him 9.5 inches deep. Duane groaned from the impalement, as his body tightened and tensed just before the first wad of cum spurted from his dick. "AAARRRRHHHHH...!!" he yelled, losing his load to Austin's bed sheets. Milt could feel Duane's asshole strangling his dick root as the sphincter muscles squeezed and pulsed with an erotic rhythm of its own. He quickly rolled his younger buddy back onto his stomach and resumed fucking, pounding his gripping asshole right through his orgasm. Duane felt the intense pain return as his asshole fought back violently. He screamed and squirmed as Milt fucked deep, slapping his pelvis home before ramming all the way in one last time. "AAAARRRRHHHHHHGGG FUCK...!!" yelled Milt, filling Duane's bowels with cum. Duane thrilled with the idea he was actually able to feel Milt's dick unloading in his ass. He could feel every pulse, and pump, every surge as the dick pumped fresh sperm directly into him. He could feel Milt's erratic heartbeat against his back as he collapsed on top of him. He could feel his hot breath on the back of his neck and shoulder as Milt panted heavily, slowly coming down off his climactic high. Then he could feel the dick slowly dying inside him, shrinking in mast before finally falling from his pulsating rectum. Milt rolled over onto his back as his breathing returned to normal. Duane rested on his stomach, lying in a puddle of wet cum as his ass recovered from its first ever fuck. The two men knew they didn't have long to rest before they needed to head home. Both had women waiting for them, wondering where they'd been? They both got dressed and left Austin's place, leaving the mess for the college boy to clean. ________________________________________ 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.