Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2010 18:38:11 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: bruthaly luv-3

BRUTHALY LUV -3

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	26 year old Marlon Overton lay on his back in bed, his legs
precariously thrown over his boyfriend's shoulders as 23 year old Curtis
Williams dug his long hard appendage smoothly in and out of his lover's
ass.
	Curtis was what Marlon liked to call `insatiable', doing "it" 3 to
4 times in a row with barely a break in-between. Sometimes Marlon's asshole
would be so worn out after a long intense session, that it would be hard
for him to walk the next day without groaning in pain. Curtis would fuck
Marlon in half a dozen different positions before his balls were
sufficiently depleted, leaving poor Marlon drenched in sweat and too sore
to sit for the next 24 hours. It was hard to keep up with his daughter
Rachelle on those days, when she had to be taken to and from school and
dance & ballet classes.

	Marlon groaned and grunted after every inward plunge of Curt's
manly 12" dick. He knew Curtis got off on hearing him moan, knowing his big
dick was causing just the right amount of pain/pleasure. When Marlon would
get too quiet or content, Curtis would fuck him extra hard, slamming his
slim hips into his ass to wake him up and put him back in the game.
	But don't get it twisted, Marlon wasn't some unwilling sex slave
(he was nearly as insatiable as his lover), but what Marlon enjoyed best
was romance, foreplay being at the top of his list.

"I don't have too much more time..." complained Marlon, looking over at the
clock as 3pm quickly came around. "...Rach'll be out of school soon..., I
have to pick her up...!"

"I kno'..." said Curtis, determined to finish what he started as he began
to pick up the pace of his fuck. "...how long've you been pickin' er up at
skool, now...?" he asked, sarcastically. "In ALL THIS TIME have I ever made
you late to get her...?"

"Yes!" answered Marlon, honestly.

"Well..., maybe a FEW times..." conceded Curtis, pushing Marlon's knees
down to his chest (doubling him in half). "The POINT is..., --I KNO' you
gotta be goin' soon..., remindin' me ain't gonna make me nut no quicker!"
	Marlon knew Curtis was right, every time he reminded the younger
man that he was running short on time, it would take Curtis nearly twice as
long to cum. Curtis' thoughts would be so focused on the time, that he
would be able to concentrating on his technique. Marlon had to learn to
keep his mouth shut, to trust that Curtis knew his schedule and wouldn't
intentionally cause him to run late.

	Curtis shifted his 150 pound weight on the backs of Marlon's
thighs, trapping him in place as Marlon's ass became even more
vulnerable. He pulled back with his hips, pulling over half of his foot
long manhood from his lover's ass before shoving it back in. Marlon could
feel every inch of the long hard meaty lance slice through him as it parted
his ass cheeks and dug deep into his colon. After 3 years of dating, Marlon
still marveled at how big Curt's phallus was.
	Curtis looked down to admire the way his dick looked moving in and
out of Marlon's spread ass, the slightly haired anus moving in and out with
his thrusts as he pumped long and deep through his man's guts. He fucked
Marlon steadily for a few minutes, letting his body get used to the new
position before he started to fuck faster. Soon he was slapping his pelvis
into Marlon's buttock, driving every inch of his steel pole balls deep with
every stroke. Marlon eyes would close tightly whenever Curt got too carried
away, throwing his head back and tossing it side to side while straining to
accommodate his lover's prick. Curtis only fucked Marlon like that for a
few minutes, before changing the pace again to let his body recuperate.

	Marlon was grateful when Curtis eased up. He opened his eyes and
looked up into his lover's face just as Curtis leaned in to kiss him. Their
lips met again as Curtis sucked Marlon's bottom lip until he captured his
tongue. He laid down directly on top of the bottom man (chest to chest) as
he continued to hump his hips in and out. Marlon parted his legs around
Curtis' slim body, holding them up and open under their own strength. He
wrapped his arms tenderly about his boyfriend's back, hugging him closely
as Curtis devoured his mouth in hungry kisses.
	Refusing to look at the clock, Marlon allowed himself to be swept
away by his lover's actions. The gentle hump of his hips were short and
methodical, giving Marlon's body time to recover before the finale. Marlon
knew the climax would be rough, but that they both would benefit from it as
was their routine.

	Curtis pulled back off of Marlon until he was kneeling before
him. He carefully turned Marlon's body sideways, maneuvering him onto his
side, then onto his stomach without ever removing his dick. Marlon could
feel the foot long phallus twisting around inside him, righting itself once
his about turn was complete. Curtis moved between Marlon's legs, wedging
himself between his thighs as he resumed fucking. He pumped his hips into
Marlon's upturned ass from behind, sliding his manhood in and out with deep
deliberate strokes, allowing Marlon's anus to massage his ramrod and coax
the cum out of him.
	Marlon loved being in this position best, feeling Curtis' light
weight body on top of him, humping wildly as he pushed himself closer to
climax. In this position Curtis could fuck as hard and deep, or as slow and
sensual as he wanted, and Marlon would be better able to take it. Marlon
arched his back as Curtis laid down on top of him. Leaning forward on his
elbows, Marlon felt Curtis nestle his face into his neck, kissing and
sucking in one particular spot while driving his manhood home. Marlon could
feel Curt building up momentum inside him, rushing them both towards
roaring climaxes.

"You feel so damn good inside...!" moaned Curtis, kissing Marlon's neck
passionately while humping him deeply. Marlon could feel Curt's hands
moving beneath him toward his chest, pulling and pinching his nipples.
	Marlon's own hardon lay smashed against the mattress as he arched
his ass backward to receive more of his lover's pole. Curtis licked his way
from Marlon's neck up to his ear, burying his tongue in the hole as he
nibbled about the sensitive lobe. Marlon felt himself starting to grind
against the mattress, matching Curtis stroke for stroke.

"You like the way that dick feel in you...?" asked Curtis, breathing
heavily into Marlon's spit wet ear between pumps.

"oh yeah..." groaned Marlon, getting weaker by the moment as Curtis drove
him closer to the edge. "Oh god...!" he gasped as his dick began to throb,
then unexpectedly started spurting thick gobs of cum between the bed and
his stomach.

"Oh fuck...!" groaned Curtis, feeling Marlon's body tense up as his asshole
began to spasm.
	Curtis hammered his hips into Marlon's backside, fucking him
straight through his climax as he slammed his dick home to the root with
every thrust. Each inward ram caused Marlon's dick to spurt another load,
soaking the bed sheets beneath him as cling helplessly to the mattress,
holding on for dear life.

"aaawwwwhhh yyeeaaahhhh...!!" Moaned Curtis, reaching the top of the cliff
as he thrust in one last time and held himself in deep. Marlon could feel
the younger man's body straining against him as Curtis ground his pelvis
into his ass, burying his rod before he came. "AAARRRRHHHHH...!!!" he
yelled soon after, firing rope after rope of thick rich ball nut directly
into Marlon's ass. Marlon clinched his cheeks, trapping Curt's erupting
dick as he ground his own pumping prod into the bed for comfort.
	Curtis collapsed on top of him, his body instantly growing weak as
the last of his seed left his body in a mass of clots. "Damn that shyt was
good...!" he sighed, unable to move. Marlon lay underneath him, enjoying
the afterglow as Curtis panted on top of him. When Marlon finally glanced
back over at the clock, another 30 minutes had passed...

"Oh shit..., I'm late!" he said, trying to get up.
	Curtis (lazily) rolled over off of him, as Marlon jumped up and
immediately began to dress. "I don't even have time to shower...!" he
complained, wet cum dripping from his stomach, dick, and anal lips.

"Sorry..." said Curtis, propping his hands behind his head as Marlon threw
on his jeans, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt and literally ran out the door.


	Marlon arrived to the school more than 30 minutes late. Rachelle's
teacher sat outside in the schoolyard waiting with his daughter, her face
clearly showing her growing frustration with the child's father's
tardiness. "I'm sorry..." said Marlon apologizing, double parking and
practically running into the schoolyard to claim his daughter. "...I got
stuck in traffic...!" he lied.

"I know, mr Overton..." said the teacher, standing Rachelle up and she
passed her along to her dad. "...what's this, the third time this month...?
I THOUGHT you were going to start leaving early after the last time you
`ran late'...?"

"I did..." stated Marlon, wondering what the woman wanted from him? "...you
have to admit, I'm doing better!"

"We have parents that have NEVER been late, mr Overton..., --or if they
were, they would send a replacement to pick up their children on time! We
have other things to do other than to play babysitter to your children
after school hours...!"

"I know...!" said Marlon, getting angry with himself for not being more
punctual. "I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time...!" said the teacher with a
tone. "If you are late ONE more time..., we will be forced to expel your
daughter from this school indefinitely!"
	Marlon looked back at the teacher with ill thoughts, but continued
on without a confrontation as he put his daughter into the front seat and
told her to `buckle up!'
	There would definitely have to be some changes made at home..., and
Marlon had a sinking suspicion that Curtis would not like it...



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	34 year old Milton Howard snatched up a bit of overtime before
going home. He called his wife earlier in the day before his second shift
began, letting her know he would be home late and not to wait up. When he
finally arrived home it was well after midnight. The lights were out and
the house was still. Milt tossed his lunch box aside on the kitchen
counter, then grabbed himself a beer. Deme had leftovers in the fridge from
McDonalds, where she had obviously fed the kids. Milt closed the
refrigerator door in disgust, knowing at his age McDonalds was little more
than a laxative.
	Turning on the desktop computer, he decided to check his emails and
peep a little Online porn before going to bed (knowing Demeece wouldn't be
in the mood to satisfy his manhood). He ran through the junk mail (deleting
what he didn't want or people he didn't know), when an Instant Message
(I.M) suddenly popped up. It was from `COLLEGECOOLBOY', better known as
Marcus. Milton hadn't seen him since their first meeting (chap-1). The
message read: `COLLEGECOOLBOY HAS SENT YOU AN INVITATION TO VIEW HIM ON
WEBCAM, WILL YOU ACCEPT?' Milt thought `why not?' as he clicked on the YES
button. Suddenly a video box popped up with the naked 19 year old Temple
University student laid back in his dorm room chair, masturbating his dick.
	Milt thought it was hot seeing the boy in his own environment:
clothes scattered messily about the room, television playing quietly in the
background...

"Hi Kendall!" gleamed the kid over the microphone, seeing Milt shrouded in
darkness behind him.

"Hey yourself...!" whispered Milt, turning the volume level down so he
wouldn't disturb his wife upstairs.

"I was hoping I'd see you again...!" said Marcus, having no qualms about
showing off his nakedness. "You just got in from work...?" he asked,
noticing the UPS emblem on Milt's chest, and the first name `MILT' printed
in bold letters on the other side.

"huh...?" asked Milt confused, looking down to notice he was still in full
uniform. "Oh..., yeah...!" he added, removing the shirt to reveal the
wife-beater underneath.

"Hot...! Take it ALL off for me daddy!" whistled Marcus, enjoying Milt's
dark round muscular shoulders.
	Milt laughed as he stood up and began unbuckling his pants. Marcus
jacked himself harder as Milt dropped his uniform pants to the floor, then
began (teasingly) massaging his hardon through his boxer shorts. Marcus
licked his lips wantonly with anticipation of sucking the older man off
again. As Milton slowly began to inch his shorts down (revealing first his
knotty crotch hair, then the thick base of his hard dick), Marcus began to
salivate, wanting to jump through the video monitor.

"Take it out! Show it to me!" he insisted, hungry to see it.
	Milt obliged by shoving his shorts down to his ankles, then
standing upright to stroke himself in front of the monitor. Marcus stared
closely into the screen, risking blindness to see the older man's
impressive 9 and 1/2 piece. Milt lifted the bottom of his t-shirt, exposing
his flat ripped muscled stomach as he stroked himself full length for his
audience of one.

"When can I see you again...?" asked Marcus, wishing he could wrap his lips
around it.
	Milt sat back down in his computer chair...

"I don't know..., --soon...!" he said, looking back through the screen.

"I can't wait!" stated Marcus, placing his legs up on the desk on either
side of his laptop while leaning back in his seat so Milt could see his
hard dick, his smooth balls, and his tight asshole. Milt could see the
boy's entire body now as he stroked his dick in one hand and cupped his
hairless balls in another. "I want to suck that big fat dick for you
again...!" he moaned, jacking himself good in front of the adult. "I can
still feel it in my mouth, shooting that hot load down my throat...!" he
gasped.
	Milt watched as Marc started to play with his ass crack, running
his fingers along the center line and sticking first one, then two fingers
into his luscious hole. Milt couldn't help jacking himself as he pretended
his hand was Marc's anus, tightening his grip to simulate the teen's
tightness. Marcus spread his legs, pushing his fingers further up his
manhole to entice Milt. Having already sucked the older man's meat, he now
wanted to feel that strong dick pummeling his ass.

"Do you like to fuck...?" he asked, removing his fingers long enough for
Milt to see the tight puckered hole pout outward.

"Yeah..." moaned Milt heatedly, his eyes glued to the computer screen.

"I want to feel that dick all up in my ass, man! Fucking the shit out of
me!" moaned Marc, fingering his hole deeper. Milt could see the fingers
sliding from fingertips, all the way up to the third knuckle as Marc's
asshole swallowed every digit. "Oh my ass is so tight, man..., can you feel
it squeezing your dick...? I'm flexing it for you...!" said the teen,
removing his fingers completely so Milt could see his asshole breathing in
and out on its own accord.

"Damn...! Yeah..., I feel it!" said Milt, tightening his grip as he stroked
even harder.
	Milt loved the way the teen's hot asshole looked. He could easily
see himself eating the boy out, treating his hole like pussy as he stuck
his tongue inside before finally fucking it with his fat dick. He stroked
himself in unison to Marcus' finger fucks, timing it perfectly with the
in-out stretching of his hole as he tightened the grip on his peter...

"Oh my god..., your dick is so big...! I can feel it stretching my asshole
wide...!" gasped the teen, throwing back his head as he jammed his fingers
in deeper. "Fuck me, man! Cum in my asshole!" he groaned, shooting streaks
of hot cum across his chest and stomach.
	Milt was just about to join Marcus in climax, when he heard
something completely unexpected over the Internet interrupt his
concentration. "What the hell'r you doing...?" he heard someone say in the
background, as a startled look registered on Marcus' face before he turned
around to see who it was. "Gerald...!" he called out, looking over his
shoulder at his roommate who had just entered the room.

"What'r you doing..." asked the roommate, walking straight up to the desk
after catching his naked roommate jacking off. "...masturbating to gay porn
again...?"
	Milt didn't say anything as he prepared to click off. But as he
reached for his mouse, he stopped when he saw the roommate's face appeared
on screen, looking directly into the monitor. Milt paused (ready to close
out at any moment), but it appear as if the roommate didn't see him,
indicating that Marcus must have covered the video window with a gay video
he had been watching earlier. The roommate obviously wasn't into gay porn,
as his attention went from the computer to Marcus. Milt could see the
roommate looking down at the mess on Marc's chest and stomach as he stood
upright and started undoing his pants. Marcus didn't say a word about still
having the video feed up as his roommate pulled out his soft dick and
presented it for Marc's mouth. Marcus glanced back at the computer,
wondering if Milt was still watching before he leaned forward and took his
roommate's dick into his mouth.
	Milt resumed slowly jacking his dick after having lost the urge to
cum. He watched as the roommate's dick started to harden and lengthen in
Marc's mouth. The roommate pulled his long oversized shirt up as he rested
his hand on his flat stomach (a tuft of black hair trailing from the navel
down into his pubic hair) as Marcus began to bob his head back and forth in
front of the computer. Milt leaned back in his seat, enjoying the
unexpected show as the straight boy got blown from his gay roommate.

	Gerald's dick was about a good 7 inches with a slight left curve,
Milt could only see him from the stomach down to his thighs as Marcus
easily swallowed his dick to the root. Gerald groaned as his free hand
wrapped around the back of Marcus' head, pressing his face closer into his
pubes. Marcus easily held the dick in his throat for a few second
(obviously used to sucking his roommate off regularly) before pulling back
and resuming a frantic bob. He sucked back and forth along the hard shaft,
dragging his wet lips up and down the now spit shown column before burying
his face once more.
	Milt could see Marcus' throat frog outward every time he took his
roommate's rod into his throat. The straight guy must have really like
that, cause he kept pulling Marc's face down into his groin, making him
swallow his dick every 10 seconds.

	Milt relaxed, content with the thought of watching the straight boy
blow his load down Marc's throat, when he suddenly saw Gerald reaching down
between Marc's legs. At first Milt thought Gerald was jack Marc off while
he blew him, but soon realized (once Marcus put his feet back up on the
table and pushed off with the chair so Milt could see him from the waist
down) that he was fingering Marc's asshole, shoving at least two fingers up
the boy's back passage. "You know what I want..." said the rommate, yanking
his finger's from the greedy hole. "Okay...!" agreed Marcus, letting the
dick fall from his mouth.
	Milt watched as the two college boys walked over to what he
believed was Marcus' bed, directly in front of the computer. Though the
images got a little darker, Milt could still easily see Gerald shedding his
clothes as Marcus got into position on his stomach. He spread his legs wide
apart, waiting for his roommate to mound. Gerald stroked some lube onto his
hard dick, then climbed onboard behind Marcus as he aimed his wood up to
the hole and sank inside.

	Milt stroked his dick as he watched the two young men fuck in front
of him. Gerald had no idea he was being watched as he ground his meat
around inside the bottom boy's ass before pulling back to begin fucking.
Milt could see his meaty ass humping up and down and he drilled his college
dick in and out of Marcus' asshole. Milt could hear Marcus moaning from
across the room as his roommate slipped in and out of him. Unfortunately it
didn't take the roommate more than 4 minutes to get his nut as he power
fucked hard and strong with no real finesses at all. Milt saw him pick up
the pace about 30 seconds before he finally rammed all the way in. Milt
came the moment he saw the straight guy's ass cheeks clinch tight, knowing
he was sending ropes of straight-boy cum directly into Marcus' ass.
	Milt stifled his own moans as he shot his load across his
wife-beater. He fell back in his seat, holding his pulsating dick in his
hands as Gerald rolled off of Marcus, then staggered off out the room
towards the bathroom to clean up. Marcus ran back over to the computer,
clearing the screen to find Milt taking off his cum stained t-shirt.

"Did you see that...?" he whispered, his face up close to the screen.
"THAT's how I want YOU to fuck me...! Would you do that for me...?"  he
asked, hopefully.

"Definitely!" said Milt, wanting to feel his dick in the boy as well. "I'll
hit you up when I have some free time!" he offered, unsure when that would
be now that he was working to support a family.

"Okay..." said Marcus eagerly, as Milt closed out the screen...

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