Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2011 16:15:47 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: bruthaly luv-30

BRUTHALY LUV -30

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	34 year old Milton Howard wasn't in his normal frame of mind. Ever
since learning his oldest child (Jannetta) might NOT be his, he's been
living someone else's life. He still slept in the same bed with his wife,
he still got up early for work, he still drove deliveries for UPS, but none
of it felt real, it was life watching a movie with someone else as the
star.
	Finishing his deliveries for the day, Milt walked into the locker
room to change and gather his belongings before heading home. He had just
opened his locker when he got a text message from his cell phone. Pulling
the phone from his belt clip, he looked down at the name to see it was from
Duane, his 24 year old coworker.
	Deciding not to read it, Milt click `no respond', then put the
phone back on his belt.


"Ignoring my messages, eh...?" asked Duane, standing on the other side of
the room.
	Milt turned around in surprise, then shook his head as he resumed
what he was doing.


"I don't have time." was all he said before turning his back to Duane.


"Yo, what I do...?" asked the younger man, crossing the locker room towards
Milt. "I've been texting you for days, man..., why don't you wanna get
together no more...?"


"Like I said..." snapped Milt, getting ready to yell before calming himself
down. "...I DON'T have time!"


"I got rid of Lyla..." informed Duane, pressing his back against the locker
beside Milt's, so he could see him face to face.
	Milt looked over at Duane in shock.


"What for...?"


"So WE could have a place to..., you know..." answered Duane, looking
around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. "...mess around...!"
	Milt slammed his locker door.


"That was stupid!" he said, before heading out to the parking lot.
	Duane followed close behind...


"Why...?" asked the younger man, chasing after Milt. "I know we had trouble
finding a place last time..., so I figured if Lyla wasn't around, we could
hookup more often...!"


"What're you, some kinda GAY or something...?!" asked Milt, stopping at the
side exit.
	Duane looked confused. "Lyla was your BEST alibi...! Having a
girlfriend differs you from the GAYS of the world! Without a woman to come
home to, you're no different from a homo...! ARE you a homo...?!"


"I...I...don't know..." said Duane, honestly.


"I'm NOT!" said Milt, pushing the exit door open, leaving Duane
standing. "Figure it out!"


"What about the Game...? You're my RDE to the bar tonight...!" asked Duane,
watching Milt walk away.


"Find ANOTHER ride...!"



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	Milt walked into the house at his regular time, while his wife
Demeece was having dinner with the kids. "Oh my goodness..." she said to
the children, "...LOOK who's here...! It's daddy! Daddy's home!"
	Milt walked into the house, feeling like a robot with no emotions.


"Hi." was all he said as he walked straight into the kitchen.


"I put YOUR plate in the fridge already..." yelled Deme, feeling little
Aaron (still in his high chair). "...I didn't know if you were working
overtime tonight, or hanging out with your buddies after work...!"
	Milt washed his hands at the kitchen sink, then pulled his lukewarm
plate from the fridge and walked back into the dining room. "What, no GAME
tonight...?"


"No." answered Milt, sitting down, trying not to look at the children.
	Deme could tell something was wrong with her husband, but was too
afraid she might not like the truth. She tried going against her natural
instinct to probe with questions, knowing she might not like the answer.


"How was work...?" she asked instead, feeding mush pees to her son.


"Work was work." said Milt, adding no more.


"Why didn't you tell me your sister was in town...?" asked Deme,
casually. "I didn't know until she called for you today...! She said she's
been here for over a week!"


"What do you mean WHY didn't I tell you...?" asked Milt, hitting a
cord. "You think I was keeping my sister a SECRET from you...?!"


"No..." answered Deme, surprised by Milt's reaction. "...I was JUST
saying..., I didn't know she was here until she called...! She said she
spoke to you a few days ago...!"


"SO?" snapped Milt, seeing red. "What the fuck does THAT have to do with
anything?! Do YOU tell me every little detail going on in YOUR life...?!"


"Milt...!" called Deme, getting her husband's attention to the startled
children, who were beginning to cry sensitively to his angry tone. "What
the HELL'S got into you...?! All I asked was why didn't you tell me your
sister was in town...! I wasn't accusing you of anything!"


"Sounded like it to me!" said Milt, poking at his dinner with his
fork. "I'm not the one with stuff to hide!"
	Deme looked up from wiping Aaron's pee stained face.


"What's THAT supposed to mean...?"


"You know what that means...!" said Milt, still staring at his plate.


"No, I DON'T know...! You've been acting kinda SHITTY for awhile now...!
Ever since..."
	Milt and Deme's eyes met, just as her voice trailed off. "Is THAT
what this's about...?" she asked, staring her husband in the face. "Is this
about what LINDA said that night at dinner...?!"


"I don't know..., what DID Linda say...?" asked Milt, sarcastically.


"You can't pay attention to anything SHE says..." defended Deme, pulling
Aaron from his high chair. "...she'd been drinking...!"


"Awe, come OFF IT, D'..., I was there..., she didn't have THAT much to
drink...!" argued Milt.


"But what you DON'T know..., is ever since her and Kendall broke up 3 years
ago..., she's been on medication...! She's NOT supposed to drink alcohol AT
ALL while she's taking her medicine...! AND she's fucking high school
students from her class! She's a LIAR!"


"She's YOUR best friend!" pointed out Milton.


"My FORMER friend!" corrected Deme. "LOOK at these children!" she insisted,
causing Milt to look at them for the first time since coming home. He
fought back a smile when he looked at his son Aaron, then fought back a
tear when he looked at his daughter Jannetta. "You're NOT going to look at
them and tell me that THEY aren't YOUR children...?!" yelled Deme,
dramatically. "LOOK at them!" she insisted. "You LOOK at them and tell me
they're NOY yours...!"
	Milt looked down at the children, remembering them from the moment
they were born. Emotions ran high as the idea of one (or both) of his
children being declared NOT his, as tears began to form in his eyes. He
reached out and touched the closest child (his daughter) on the head,
rubbing his hand gently over her hair. The children looked at their daddy,
having no idea what trauma he was currently going through.
	Milt recalled the weeks and months leading up to the time before
Deme became pregnant (first series), and recalled that they weren't having
a lot of sex back then (i.e. which was WHY he started having sex with
Marlon in the first place).
	Milton stood up, feeling betrayed...


"I want a PATERNITY test...!" he said (much to Deme's shock), before
leaving the room...



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EXTREME SPORTS


	24 year old Duane Miller was fit to be tied. Not ONLY had he
somehow pissed Milt off and lost his ride to the sport's bar, he also broke
up with his perfectly fine girlfriend (Lyla) to make time for a man who
obviously wasn't interested.
	Duane felt like a total fool, fucking up a perfectly fine working
relationship for nothing! He took a cab over to the bar to meet with the
fellas (after fucking up so badly, he didn't feel like going home to an
empty apartment just yet), hoping someone would drive him home. He got to
the bar late, Philly was already down several points, with no prospects of
doing any better. Duane decided to drown his troubles on beer, getting
fucked up in the process. When asked (by his coworkers) why he was drinking
so heavily, Duane answered that he and his girlfriend had just broken up.
	With Philadelphia down, and no Lyla OR Milton to spent the night
with, Duane trotted himself off his stool and hobbled his way into the
men's room where he whipped out his penis and started to pee into one of
the urinals. It was while he was standing there (doing his business) that
he overheard moans coming from one of the stalls. A look under the door
told him there were more than one man hiding inside. Duane listened for
several minutes (his dick growing hard and stiff in his hands) as a man
grunted and groaned, then heard suck/slurping noises. With no sex partner
for the foreseeable future, Duane was tempted to jack off right then and
there in the men's room.


"Uurrhhmm..." he heard again, before hearing the someone gag, quickly
followed by the contented sound of: "MMMMMmmmm..."


"Yo...you shot your nutt all over my boots..." he heard someone complain,
then continue with "...don't just sit there..., lick it up!"


"Shit man..., he's doing it...!" said another voice, sounding surprised.
	Duane knew something weird was definitely happening in that stall,
and his rock hard throbbing ding-dong wanted IN on it. There were a few
more muffled words which Duane couldn't make out, then he heard the stall
door unlatch, and out walked one of the biggest, strongest, most masculine
men he had ever laid his eyes on. The man HAD to be every inch of 6'3", and
over 180 pounds of complete muscle.
	Duane was in awe as the man stepped out the stall (fastening his
pants), his face drained and looking relaxed.


"uh..., HEY guys..." said Duane, slightly intoxicated and inadvertently
rubbing the front of his jeans. "...what's goin' ON in there...? Got room
for one more...?" he asked, brazenly.


"Ask HIM..." said the big guy as he strolled out the restroom door without
looking back. Duane ventured forth, pulling open the stall door to find a
6-foot, stocky man suckling the dick of a younger dude (see Chronicles Of
Maddox-9).
	Both men looked up at Duane as he stands in the doorway, his big
hard 10" dick tenting out the leg of his pants.


"Wussup...?" asked the younger guy, standing with his back against a stall
wall, his pants down about his ass with half hard dick still in the sitting
man's milking mouth.


"Mind some company...?" asked Duane, rubbing his bulge.
	The older man's eyes lit up when he saw the size of the new guy's
bulge. The younger stepped aside, making room as Duane stepped
in... "Hi..." he said, awkwardly. "...I'm Duane."


"Vaughn..." said the 21 year old, shaking hands. "...and THIS'S
Charlie...!"


"Hi..." said Duane, already unzipping his pants as he pulled the stall door
closed.
	Charlie (the older man straddling the toilet bowel) nodded `hello',
his eyes still stuck on Duane's bulge. Vaughn's dick began to brick back up
as Duane reached into his boxers to free his penis. Both Charlie and Vaughn
were impressed when Duane pulled free his 10" dick, the long straight
phallus stood out stiffly like a long brown flag pole. Charlie let reached
up and took Duane's long dick in his hand, stroking it slowly before
transferring his mouth from Vaughn's 7.5" to Duane's 10".
	Duane moaned as the stranger's hot mouth molded to his shaft,
sliding down the rock hard column until his face was nestled in his groin.


"Shit feels good, don't yet...?" asked Vaughn, smiling at Duane's euphoric
facial expressions.


"Yeah man..." moaned Duane, feeling Charlie's throat muscles swallowing
along his shaft.
	36 year old Charlie Henderson LOVED sucking dick, in fact he liked
it SO MUCH that he fantasized doing it 24-7, despite being married with
children. In fact, he started sucking off several guys from his job,
starting with a big 6'3" 180 lbs muscleman by the name James Maddox. James
possessed an amazing 11" dick, which Charlie couldn't get enough of
sucking. James had just recently gone through a rough divorce, allowing
Charlie to pick up his wife's oral slack. It was through Maddox that
Charlie started blowing other coworkers (including Vaughn), becoming his
job's only known cocksucker.
	Vaughn, having already cum (see Maddox #9 for details), pulled his
pants up once he saw the two men connecting. Duane and Charlie barely
noticed Vaughn slipping out of the stall, closing the door behind him as
Charlie began bobbing his head on new guy's dick. Duane took Vaughn's place
against the stall wall, leaning back while pushing his hips forward, making
his dick all the more appetizing. Charlie bobbed his head back and forth,
sliding his mouth up and down the spit slick shaft. Having already
successfully sucked two dicks before Duane's tonight, only seemed to fuel
his appetite for more dick. Duane leaned back against the wall with his
eyes closed, enjoying the warm wet feeling of Charlie's mouth sliding along
his shaft as Charlie's tongue licked along the underbelly, gently trying to
coax him to ejaculation.


	Duane couldn't help but think of Milton, wishing HE were here to
experience this wonderful hor mouth. He couldn't understand WHY Milt seemed
so angry with him. Sure he was stupid to break up with his girlfriend
without talking it over with Milt first, but he'd been so caught up in the
new experience of man/man sex, that he was overwhelmed and simply wanted a
safe secure place where they could fuck more AND more often. Did THAT make
him gay?
	Duane's thoughts were temporarily interrupted when he felt
Charlie's throat muscles sink down about his glands, once again swallowing
him down into the sweet confines of his milking throat.


"Shit man..." he groaned, forgetting where he was at the moment, as his
head slowly rotated from one side to the next. Being a little tipsy, it
(normally) would take him awhile to cum, but the throat sucking him was SO
talented, that he could feel the cum which had been building in his balls
since breaking up with his girlfriend, already churning in his tightening
nuts.
	Charlie sensed Duane's pending climax, and sucked even harder to
make him spill his load. Climbing down off the toilet, he eased down onto
his knees for better access, then went to town sucking and bobbing, picking
up pace and momentum as the long hard dick sawed through his tight throat.


"Damn man..., yur gonna make me CUM soon if you don't stop..." gasped
Duane, prompting Charlie to suck even harder. "Shit..." moaned the younger
man, gripping onto Charlie's collar for support, unsure if he should pull
the older man's mouth off his dick until he calmed down, or simply let the
journey ride until he unloaded straight down the man's throat...?
	Charlie already had his mind made up. HE wasn't going to stop
sucking the boy's dick, even if he begged. Charlie was high off cum, having
already drained 2 coworkers, he was hungry for a 3rd. Anyone walking into
the restroom would be able to hear the loud slurp/suck sounds resonating
from the stall. Duane could feel his dick beginning to throb in the older
man's mouth as he held onto his shoulders for support. Charlie reached up
and gently caressed Duane's exposed balls while he sucked, giving him the
extra JOLT needed to send him over the top.


"AWWWWW SHIT MAN..., I'M COMIN'...!!" announced Duane.
	Charlie felt the dick shaft swell in his mouth, just before the
cum-tube and underbelly began pulsing wildly, sending bursts of hot semen
directly into his mouth. "AAARRRRRHHHH...!" yelled Duane, coming hard as
Charlie milked his dick clean.
	Grateful to be standing, Duane rested against the stall wall while
Charlie devoured his seed. Charlie milked the shrinking shaft, eating
whatever he found before finally pulling off and standing up. "Damn man...,
that shit was wild..." moaned Duane, slow to recuperate from the heavy
climax.


"If you ever SEE me in the bar again..., don't be scared to walk up and say
`hello'...!" smiled Charlie, hoping to get a second chance sometime.


"Definitely, man...!" agreed Duane, shaking hands before Charlie left the
stall, leaving him to pull up pants.
	Once he had his clothes properly fastened, Duane left the stall to
splash water on his flush face. Laughing at the idea of getting his very
first bathroom blowjob, he slowly made his way back out into the bar,
prepared to rejoin his buddies at for a beer and the rest of the game. He
spotted Max and Carl at the bar, and walked over and took the empty seat
beside Carl. Signaling for the bartender, Duane noticed the gay sitting
next to him smiling at him...


"So..., how WAS it...?" asked Vaughn, sitting at the bar with HIS friends
from work.


"Oh shit, man..." laughed Duane, slightly embarrassed. "...do I HAVE to
tell you...? It was off the fuckin' HOOK! How do you KNOW dude...?"


"We WORK together...!" informed Vaughn. "City Sanitation!"


"Yeah...?" laughed Duane. "UPS!" he introduced.


"That's wussup...!" said Vaughn, shaking hands.
	For the next 50 minutes the two groups enjoy the game, occasionally
intermingling, but mostly sticking to their own groups, except for Duane
and Vaughn, who seemed to be coming closer as the night progressed. "So...,
what's your plans AFTER the game...?" he asked Duane, casually.


"I dunno..." said Duane, having gotten a little MORE tipsy since they
met. "...I'm HOPING one of these guys drive me home...!"


"Where you live...?" asked Vaughn.


"West."


"Me too..." smiled Vaughn, "...what if I have you a lift...?"


"That'd be cool...!" agreed Duane, making a new friend.
	10 minutes later, they were on the road...



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DUANE'S APT


"Excuse the mess, man..." said Duane, showing Vaughn in. Vaughn glanced
around the nicely laid apartment, which was slightly messy with excess
sneakers and clothes lying about.


"It's not that bad..." complimented Vaughn, closing the door behind
them. "...it's better than MOST bachelor pads...!"


"Well..., my GIRL and I just broke up a few days ago..." admitted Duane,
kicking shoes out of the walkway. "...THAT'S why I needed that blowjob so
badly...!"


"Where's your bathroom...?" asked Vaughn, reminding Duane WHY he came up to
his apt.


"Oh, sorry..." laughed Duane, pointing to the room beside the
kitchen. "...through there!"


"Thanks..." said Vaughn, heading for the open door. "...was THAT the first
time you ever did anything with another guy...?"
	Duane hesitated, unsure if he should divulge his secrets to a total
stranger? A few seconds later, he could hear Vaughn pissing into the
toilet, leaving the bathroom door open. Duane couldn't help moving to an
area of the living room where he could peer in and see Vaughn holding his
penis over the bowel. "Well...?" asked the stranger, glancing over at him,
as if he KNEW Duane was looking...


"uh..., no..." answered Duane, turning away, hoping he wasn't caught.


"No...?" asked Vaughn, flushing the toilet before appearing in the
doorway. "...you've `messed around' before...?"


"Yeah..." answered Duane, immediately wondering if he told too much?


"You gay...?" asked Vaughn, looking Duane over, as if judging.


"NO...!" answered Duane. "I just started messing around a few WEEKS ago for
the first time...!"


"Really...? ME too!" admitted Vaughn.


"Yeah...?!" surprised Duane, finding a kinship. "With that guy...? Uh...,
Charlie...?" he inquired.


"Yeah..." answered Vaughn. "...one of my coworkers set up a blow-fest at
HIS place..., then we took turns fucking this DUDE...!"


"Damn..." said Duane, wishing HE had been in on the festivities. "...I've
only been with ONE other guy..., until tonight...!"


"Really...?" asked Vaughn, sensing regret in Duane's voice. "What have yall
done so far...?"
	Duane blushed. "What...?" smiled Vaughn, seeing the embarrassment
written on the new guy's face. "What'd you do...?"


"I uh..." hesitated Duane, scratching the back of his head. "...I sucked
HIS dick..." he admitted, getting an affirmative head nod from
Vaughn. "...AND I let him fuck me...!"


"REALLY...??" surprised Vaughn, sensing his night perking up. "Did you LIKE
it...?"
	Duane nodded his head, too embarrassed to admit it aloud. Vaughn
saw this as his opportunity to get some MORE ass, this time on his own
without his friend Maddox's help. "So..., WUSSUP...?" he asked, rubbing the
front of his crotch suggestively. "You feel like sucking some DICK now...?"


"Okay..." said Duane, as Vaughn walked over and closed the gap between
them.
	Vaughn took Duane's hand and gently led it to his crotch, making
him feel his bulge. Eventually Duane's hand took over, his fingertips
following the length of Vaughn's hardening prick.


"Where's your bedroom...?" asked Vaughn, wanting to get naked for this.


"uh..., THIS way..." said Duane, showing Vaughn into the bedroom.
	Both men walked slowly into what USED to be Duane's and Lyla's
bedroom. Keeping true to himself, Duane's bedroom was as messy as his
living room. But Vaughn didn't care that the man he'd just met might have
been a tad untidy, he simply walked up to him as Duane drunkenly began
undoing Vaughn's pants. Vaughn waited (with his hands on his hips) as Duane
undid his pants, then got down on his knees before him. Vaughn's 7.5" dick
popped into view, as Duane took it curiously in his fist and started
jacking. Licking the head, he began kissing and Frenching it, getting the
tip nice and wet before taking it into his mouth to suck.
	Sucking Vaughn's dick was different than sucking Milt's, but Duane
found it just as enjoyable as he molded his mouth to the shape of the
penis, using his jaws for suction. Vaughn watched the new guy suck his
dick, standing over him masterfully as Duane surrendered his mouth for
fucking. Vaughn could tell instantly that Duane was a novice at giving
head, with no read depth or skill to get a guy off. Vaughn took that
opportunity to pull his shirt off overhead, stripping himself naked as he
stepped out of his shoes and jeans.


"Get NAKED man...!" he suggested to Duane, wanting to see his body as well.
	Duane continued to suck, even as he unbuttoned his own shirt,
pulled off his t-shirt, and undid his own trousers. Pushing the pants down
around his knees, he took his long 10" dick in his hand and began stroking,
keeping his mouth sealed to Vaughn's dick as if tied to it.
	Vaughn saw Duane stroking his big dick from above. But Vaughn
wasn't interested in Duane's oversized porker, instead he leaned in over
the kneeling man's back to take a gander at his ass. Duane was 6 foot, 160
lbs with a slim muscular build, AND a tiny tight ass. Vaughn couldn't help
reaching down to molest the ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly with his
hands before slapping each cheek affectionately.


"Damn man..., I want some ASS..." moaned Vaughn sensuously, causing Duane
to glance up. "...you gonna GIVE me some...?"


"Okay..." agreed Duane, politely.
	Vaughn helped him up off his knees, then gently led him over to his
own bed, helping him to climb aboard before roughly pulling the cheeks
apart to reveal the slightly haired hole.


"Damn..." moaned Vaughn, aiming his spit wet dick up at the dry hole.


"Wait..." said Duane, sounding panicked.


"Awe man...!" complained Vaughn, believing the guy chickening out. But
Duane merely reached across the night stand to grab a small tube of
lube. "Oh..." said Vaughn, feeling bad.


"Grease your dick AND my asshole real well..." suggested Duane, remembering
how rough it was for Milt to get into his tight hole (chap-26).
	Vaughn did as Duane asked and lubed his own dick generously, then
began rubbing oil onto Duane's asshole, slipping a finger or two in to test
the hole's strength.


"Damn that's TIGHT!" he thrilled, before pulling his fingers free and
aligning his dickhead. Duane braced himself for a painful entry, as
Vaughn's dickhead kissed against his hole and pushed in.


"UHHH...!!" groaned Duane, lying face down on the bed, trying to avoid
being impaled.


 "OH SHIT...!" thrilled Vaughn, following Duane's descent, feeling the
asshole clamp down on his dickhead as he continued to push through.
	Vaughn could feel the asshole gripping him like a vice, even as he
pressed in balls deep, lying directly on top of his new found friend. "Damn
your hole's tight as shit, man...!" he groaned, grinding his pelvis into
Duane's round mounds.
	Duane (involuntarily) spread his legs so Vaughn could fit
in-between. With Vaughn raised up on his arms in pushup position, Duane
lifted his torso and arched his back, giving his new friend all
 the leverage he needed.
	Vaughn started to slowly fuck, pulling and pushing his hips back
and forth, effectively fucking Duane's tight (virginal) asshole at a
cautious pace.


"Damn, this's HOT...!" moaned Vaughn, into Duane's left ear. "Would you be
interested in hookin' up with me and my friends...?" he asked, thinking of
the last group fuck he attended at Maddox's house (Chronicles Of Maddox
#8), where they all took turns butt fucking a hot assed 16 year old. "My
hommies at the sports bar wouldn't mind getting' a piece of THIS, I
bet...!"
	Duane's mind was filled with lustful thoughts and ideas, mostly
aimed at his coworker Milt. But the idea of getting butt fucked by a group
of hot straight men was very appealing to his intoxicated mind. His drunken
brain had trouble recalling how most of the guys looked who was with Vaughn
at the bar. He remembered Charlie (with the hot mouth), and some tall
muscular dude who looked like he could tear some shit up, but he couldn't
remember clearly.
	Thoughts of Milt's big dick pummeling his ass at that college
student's apartment began to dance around in his head, causing him to
intermingle his friends with Vaughn's. If MILT was going to be at this
gangbang, he'd definitely allow it to happen, he'd do ANYTHING Milt wanted
to do.


"Yeah..." he moaned, feeling Vaughn's dick sliding in and out of his
gripping hole.


"Yeah...?" questioned Vaughn, hovering just above Duane's shoulder. "You
DOWN with that?"


"Yeah..." moaned Duane, his mind in another world as the pain shooting
through his sore anus began to lessen and cure. Soon he could feel Vaughn
picking up the pace, fucking harder and faster as he drove his hips into
his plump primed ass cheeks. "...fuck me, man...! FUCK ME!"
	Vaughn pulled Duane up into doggy-style position, holding onto his
shoulders before resuming his fuck, never once pulling his dick from the
tight confines. Duane found himself on his hands and knees, with no idea
how he got there. With a serious arch in his back, he could still feel
Vaughn's hairy pelvis slapping into his ass, sending every inch of his 7.5"
dick straight through his rectum.
	Duane's bottom lip hung open (dreamily) as images of sex with his
girlfriend entered his mind. I pictured himself on top of her, fucking her
deeply as his 10" pole slid easily in and out of her wet warm vagina. He
remembered hearing her moan and groan, clawing at his back and shoulders
whenever he fucked too hard or too deep. He recalled fucking her doggie
style, her pretty ass spread invitingly for him as he fucked her pussy from
behind, wishing she would allow him to fuck her tiny butt-hole. Now (after
all that time of wanting and wishing for it) he was finally having anal
sex, never once suspecting that it would be HIS ass getting anally fucked.


	Vaughn held onto Duane's shoulders for support, keeping his back
arched as he continuously slapped his pelvic bone into his ass, watching
his dick slip in and out between the manly buns.
	Vaughn never pictured himself as a guy to seek out fucking other
guys. When his sanitation coworkers (James Maddox and Gregory `GEE' Allen)
came up to him with the offer to get his dick sucked by an expert, he
thought they were pulling his leg, UNTIL Charlie Henderson actually walked
into the room and asked him to pull out his dick. Even then Vaughn kept
expecting them to say `psych, where's just bullshitting you', but when
Charlie actually wrapped this warm soft pillowy lips around his dick, he
was hooked. And THEN he went upstairs to find his other coworkers butt
fucking a gay teenager, and felt his first asshole on his dick...
	Vaughn still liked girls, and couldn't see himself giving up pussy
for ass on a regular basis, but there was definitely something to fucking a
man's tight hairy hole, that didn't compare to fucking women (like apples
vs oranges). Vaughn wasn't SURE when or even IF he'd ever get another
chance to fuck a dude (unless Gee or Maddox set it up), until he
tonight. When he went into the sports bar tonight, he never expected that
he'd walk out with another GUY on his arm, butt fucking him in the privacy
of his own home.
	Vaughn definitely hoped this wasn't the last time he saw Duane.


	Rubbing his hands down Duane's back, Vaughn grabbed hold of his
waist as he continued to fuck, holding his hips steady. Duane lowered his
head down onto the mattress, causing his ass cheeks to spread even more,
allowing deeper access. Reaching down between his legs, he grabbed his hard
dangling dick and began stroking, loving the way the OTHER dick felt
sliding through his ass.
	Vaughn fucked Duane's upturned buttock with hard strokes, slamming
his cheeks faster as Duane manipulated his own hardon and began shooting
hot cream onto the sheets. "UHHHH..." he grunted and groaned as the seed
left his body. Vaughn could feel Duane's asshole pulse and spasm wildly on
his plunging dick. Completely unaware that the guy just came, Vaughn yanked
his dick from the flexing hole, then rolled Duane over onto his back and
re-entered him in missionary position. Duane's dick was still oozing the
last remnants of cum when Vaughn raised his legs and pushed his dick back
into the tight hole and resumed fucking.


"Oh god..." groaned Duane, looking up at his fucker with a pained
expression, as Vaughn forced his thighs down against his chest and started
fucking hard.
	The two men groaned and grunted like wrestlers, their bodies
connected through Vaughn's dick pressing in and out of Duane's anus. Vaughn
noticed semen leaking from the tip of Duane's still hard dick (puddling
between his breast plates), and realized the guy had already cum from
getting fucked. Noticing the soiled sheets beside them, only mad Vaughn
madder with lust, as he fucked to catch up to Duane's first climax.
	Duane found himself in an extremely vulnerable and humiliating
position: lying on his back (face to face with his fucker), his knees
pressed awkwardly down against the mattress behind him, causing his ass
cheeks to spread and bare his asshole vulnerably as his butt fucker pounded
away on top of him with power and malice. Duane had never been fucked in
this position before (having only been fucked once by one other guy), and
found it extremely humbling. He could see Vaughn's muscular body, see his
facial expressions, and even look down and watch the hard dick fucking him
sliding back and forth from his own asshole.
	What a trip!


	Vaughn fucked harder, driving his dick faster as his pelvic bone
rammed and slammed Duane's ass with powerful thrusts. Duane never took his
eyes off Vaughn's face, OR the dick pounding through him. He was fascinated
by both sights, wanting to see how Vaughn looked when he came.
	Vaughn was watching his own dick slice between the spread cheeks,
digging in and out of the gripping anal ring. He held Duane's legs down
firmly, making it impossible for the man to stop him from fucking him even
if he wanted him to. Vaughn could feel his climax beginning to build as his
balls started to shrink and tighten closer to his dick base. Full of cum,
they swayed back and forth for the longest time, bouncing like tennis balls
whenever Vaughn's groin crashed into Duane's ass barrier. Now they were
drawn so tightly, that orgasm was inevitable.
	Duane watched Vaughn's expression change from secure to angry, as
his facial muscles started to scrunch. He listened as Vaughn's breathing
increased, his sexy mouth gaped open, and his eyes began to roll back into
his head. Duane felt the fuck thrusts increase as well, as Vaughn's body
crashed into his over and over again, causing his dick to pummel straight
through him.


"Uhhh shit..." groaned Vaughn, his eyes fluttering closed as his pupils
became un-visible. "...I'm gonna cum...!" he warmed, never stopping his
thrusts as he pounded harder and harder.


"CUM...!" encouraged Duane, now holding onto Vaughn's waist as Vaughn's
pounding hips slammed into him again and again. "Give it to me, man...! CUM
in my ass!"


"OH FUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK...!" yelled Vaughn, slamming his hips inward one
last time before the cum wrenched from his body in painful
spurts. "AARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed, filling his new found
friend with his sperm.


"OH SHIT...!" gasped Duane, as his dick suddenly started pulsing another
round of semen onto his chest, unexpectedly.
	Both men came together, groaning in complete unison as one climaxed
across his own chest, and the other inside his rectum.
	Vaughn removed his dick within seconds after he finished coming,
rolling over onto his back beside a panting Duane (who was suffering mildly
from his second orgasm). Both men lay quietly, panting freshly as they
awaited their breathing to return to normal.


"So..." said Vaughn, breaking the silence, "...you still down for the
gangbang...?"



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