Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2011 18:35:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: bruthaly luv-32

BRUTHALY LUV -32

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	Marlon and Dan slept downstairs in Marlon's basement bedroom
together for the first time. Sometime during the night, Marlon awakened to
Dan slowly grinding his super hard dick around in his ass in his sleep. The
slow in/out grinding awoke Marlon from a sound slumber. Marlon couldn't
help getting immediately aroused the moment his mind focused on his
surroundings. Pushing his ass back, began impaling himself on Dan's dick
further, working the swollen gland with his anal muscles, stroking his own
erection in secret in the dark.
	Dan snored softly in Marlon's ear, unaware he was fucking. Marlon
didn't want to wake Dan, he just wanted (needed) to get-off before falling
back to sleep. He jacked himself wildly as he moved his ass back and forth
along Dan's deeply embedded dick, milking the hard shaft with his
anus. Marlon could feel himself coming to a quick orgasm, as semen suddenly
shot from his dick like party streamers, soaking into the sheets and
mattress he slept on.
	Dan suddenly awoke to find Marlon's anus flexing wildly about his
dick, and immediately rolled the pussy-boy over onto his stomach and
started pounding.


"Is THIS what you wanted...?" growled Dan, slamming into the body under
him. "I wake up and find you fucking MY dick...! Tell me, is THIS how you
want it...?!"


"Ye...yeh...YES...!" moaned Marlon.
	Having just cum, he grunted painfully as his tightly flexing anus
was brutally hammered from behind. Dan fucked straight through the anus's
orgasmic pulses, uncaring how vulnerable its current state was as he
attempted to achieve how own climax.
	Marlon yipped after every inward thrust, the dick ripping through
his body like a battering ram, bursting through his flexing hole and
pummeling his sperm lined rectum. Luckily the load Dan had shot into him
hours ago was still trapped inside, coating Dan's dick in a thin layer of
creamy slime, which acted perfectly as lubricant.
	Dan plunged his dick in and out of Marlon's ass with increasing
speed, stabbing his gut straight through his behind, wrapping his forearm
around Marlon's neck to keep him imprisoned and unmoving. Marlon
instinctively arched his back and spread his legs, making his asshole a
bigger target as he grit his teeth and endured the pain. Fortunately Dan's
rein only lasted 8 solid minutes, before he stabbed his dick one last time
and groaned...


"UUHHHHHH...FUCK YEAH..."
	Marlon felt the dick twitching wildly inside him, flooding his
rectum with another potent load. Dan fell weakly against his back, his dick
planted balls deep before falling back to sleep.



MORNING


	25 year old Crystal Waters came downstairs to fix morning breakfast
for her daughter (Rachelle) before school. Knowing that her boyfriend (Dan)
had slept downstairs with her roommate (Marlon) after a fight they had last
night over dinner (last chap), she made as much noise as possible (banging
& dropping pots and pans) to make SURE they were awake.
	Dan awoke when he heard the pots hit the floor the first time. But
instead of getting up to go upstairs to apologize and pledge his undying
love (as Crystal had hoped and imagined), he simply nudged Marlon awake,
then pulled his head in over his groin and force fed him his dick.
	Marlon was still snoring when Dan poked him with his elbow. Barely
aware of what's going on, he felt Dan's hands pulling him from the sweet
comforts of his pillow, before forcing his stiff hard dick into his
mouth. Marlon still had drool dripping from his face when Dan was forcing
his dick half way down into his mouth.


"Yeah..., suck that dick..." moaned Dan, listening to Crystal bang around
upstairs.
	Marlon became acutely aware of Crystal's presence after she dropped
her second pan. It became painfully obvious that she was trying to be
heard, that she was more curious about what was happening downstairs than
she was cooking breakfast. Dan laughed to himself, knowing it was eating at
Crystal that she didn't know what was going on.
	Crystal turned on the little television sitting on the counter,
turning the volume up loud to make certain no one stays asleep
downstairs. She fought the urge to go down and burst into Marlon's bedroom,
but was half afraid of what she might find. She thought it was ironic that
she got into an argument with HER boyfriend defending Marlon, yet Marlon
was the one her boyfriend was now sleeping with. She began to wonder IF
there was anything MORE going on between Dan and Marlon other than mere
blow jobs?


	Dan held Marlon by the head with both hands, then started
physically forcing his mouth up and down the full length of his dick,
making him take it from tip to base rather Marlon was ready to throat or
not. Marlon resisted the deep lunges, trying to keep his throat from being
pierced before he was ready. But Dan was too strong and too determined to
get what he wanted, forcing Marlon's throat open before he even had the
chance to prepare.
	Marlon felt the dickhead ripping throat his clamped neck muscles,
forcing its way down his throat and into his esophagus. Marlon's throat
ached as the dick ripped through flesh and muscle to bury itself in his
throat. It didn't stop its journey until Marlon's lips and nose was buried
in Dan's groin. Dan's hands tightened on Marlon's head as his thick dick
throbbed wantonly down his bedmate's convulsing throat.


	Marlon was in near shock when his throat was forcibly
penetrated. His eyes bulged as his lips curled somewhere near Dan's ball
sac, his neck extended to house the full length of his lover's dick as
saliva seeped out from about his stretched lips, soaking into Dan's pubic
hair and balls. "Yeaaaahhhhh..." moaned Dan, loving the feel of Marlon's
resisting throat muscles cramping around his embedded shaft. "...throat
that fucker..., make it spit in your throat...!"
	Dan relaxed his hold on Marlon's head, allowing him to ascend his
swollen shaft as Marlon instinctively tightened his lips about the long
hard column without thinking. His throat ached unpleasantly when Dan's fat
dickhead passed over his bruised throat muscles. Marlon suckled the juicy
head nevertheless, unable to refuse service. He swallowed some of the spit
gathered in his mouth, only to feel a lump in his throat from the
bruising. He was ill prepared again when Dan suddenly tightened his hold,
then forced his mouth down the full length of his dick again.
	Marlon groaned painfully as Dan's fat dickhead burst through his
sore throat like a battering ram. Dan didn't stop his descent until
Marlon's mouth banged into his groin. Relaxing his hold, he allowed
Marlon's head to retreat. Marlon came 3/4's of the way off the dick before
Dan changed directions and forced his head back down, fucking Marlon's
throat back down on his dick.


"Yeaaaaahhhhh..., EAT that dick...! GET that morning load...! Show me what
that punk mouth of yours is for!"
	Marlon rose back up the length of the dick, only to have Dan force
him back down. Up and down, up and down, up and down his mouth sped,
causing Dan's dick to disappear down his throat with each downward
stroke. Marlon was immediately reminded of his prison stint at Piedmont
Penitentiary, when the men there first began force feeding him dick,
training him to be the expert cocksucker he is today.
	Marlon recalled how he'd wake up from a troubled sleep (having
trouble breathing and choking), only to find his mouth and throat being
brutally raped by his cellmates. They treated him like trash, from the
moment he entered the prison. Marlon knew he had his flaws (sleaziness,
drugs, no ambition, no drive, etc...), but he certainly never thought he
did anything to warrant being thrown into the LION'S DEN and attacked by
wolves, raped repeatedly by ass hungry inmates. However traumatic, after
MONTHS of repeated rapes and vicious gangbangs, Marlon began to gain a
sadistic pleasure from being abused. In prison there is very little
affection, very little intimacy, so it was easy to mistake an ongoing
sexual abuse act for love and affection. Marlon mistook his cellmate's
physical abuse for love, and continued to carry that belief system outside
the prison with him in the real world. Now, just about any aggressive alpha
male with a big dick and attitude could practically have their way with
him, treating him like trash and walking away with their balls sufficiently
emptied.


	Marlon felt the lump in his throat starting to dissipate, as Dan's
dick passed through again and again. Spit drooled from his salivating
mouth, coating Dan's slick pole as snot started to leak from his clogged
nostrils. His mouth and throat was fucked repeatedly, pounding down the
full hard length of Dan's big thick dick. Dan opened his legs, bending them
at the knees as he held Marlon's head upside down over his groin, bouncing
his head like a basketball. Marlon's balanced himself by spreading his arms
on either side of Dan's waist, hovering his torso over Dan's body as his
face was viciously fucked. Dan humped up into Marlon's bobbing face,
impaling his mouth on 11 inches of male meat, fucking straight through his
oral orifice and down his milking esophagus. The bedroom door flew open
(unlocked), just as Dan thrust Marlon's head all the way down on his pole,
lodging his dick down the captive man's throat.
	Crystal stood in the doorway watching her baby's daddy get impaled
on her boyfriend's big upright dick. Dan's glaze met Crystal's shocked face
just before his eyes rolled up in their sockets. Groaning loudly, she could
see his balls jumping and contracting as they pumped fresh semen straight
down Marlon's gurgling throat, Marlon's face flushed pale (despite his
brown complexion) and strained from a lack of steady oxygen, as stream
after thick clotted stream of hot molten baby batter shot directly into his
stomach.


"uh...BREAKFAST is ready..." said Crys, stepping back out (reclosing the
door) to leave the men to their privacy.
	Dan groaned erotically as he dumped his morning load down Marlon's
throat, while Marlon (unaware of Crystal's presence) continued to accept
his bedmate's morning gift, sweat, snot, and drool dripping from his lodged
face as Dan's big dick drain down his throat.



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	Despite the major issues going on in their personal lives, Milton
and Demeece Howard still had kids to raise and bills to pay. Milt went into
work without saying much to his wife. Deme tried discussing life as normal
(confirming doctor's appointments, etc...), but getting little to no
response. Deme knew that until the DNA test results came back announcing
Milton as the biological father of their 3 year old daughter (Jannetta),
things would never be the same.


	Milt went into work as normal, feeling numb. It was like watching
someone else's life in a movie on TV, he had no connection, no feeling for
anyone or anything. When his friends tried to make playful banter and set
up a date to hang out, he wouldn't respond, walking away instead as if
having something heavy on the mind.
	Changing into his work uniform, Milt took inventory of the packages
he was to deliver for his UPS truck-run. His 24 year old coworker (Duane)
was one of the guys responsible for loading Milt's truck. Duane also felt
Milt's cold shoulder, and wondered if it originated with him? But all
attempts to get Milt alone to talk failed, leaving Duane to feel like the
anger was directed towards him.


"What's the deal with Milt...?" he asked other coworkers during lunch
(hoping someone knew the answers), taking a seat at a lunch table.


"WHO knows..., who cares..." said Mac (one of Milt's friends). "...he's
probably havin' problems at home with that big behind WIFE of his..., or
maybe he got some bitch pregnant...!"


"You think Milt's gotta girlfriend...?" asked Duane, curiously.


"Who doesn't...?" joked one of the other guys, "...we're MEN!"


"Unlike YOUR dumbass..." laughed Mac, referring to Duane. "...gettin' rid
of that FINE ASS girl of yours, for what...? I'm STILL perplexed about THAT
one!"


"We just..., needed some time apart..." said Duane, looking down into his
vending machine meal with regret.


"Yeah...?" laughed Mac at his buddy's stupidity. "And HOWS that going for
your nightly sex life...? Don't tell me..., you needed MORE time to jack
off...?"


"Fuck you, Mac...!" responded Duane, laughing at himself.


"I'm sure you're probably just about READY to after losing your nightly
pussy...! What the HELL were you thinking...??" asked Mac.


"He probably got himself some FRESH pussy, and lost his damn mind...!"
surmised one of the other coworkers, trying to read Duane's mind.


"Is THAT what happened, kid...?" asked Mac, tearing into his sandwich. "You
taste some NEW pussy and threw out the old...? You NEVER do that..."
informed the older, wiser man. "...not until you've ESTABLISHED the change
over...! NOW you don't have either pussy in your bed!"


"Let THAT be a lesson to you, young on!" laughed __ .
	Duane didn't have the heart to tell the guys they were only
partially right. Indeed there was someone else that Duane thought would
take his girlfriend's place in his bed for regular hookups, but it wasn't
another woman.
	He had to chuckle to himself, knowing the guys advice STILL applied
even though they suspected it was two females. Duane DID jump the gun,
getting all caught up in his married friend, and possibly scaring him
off. Luckily he met another guy recently (chap-30) that could possible fill
the gap left by Milt and his girlfriend? He had plans to hookup with Vaughn
again tonight, to meet up with his friends from the bar THAT night, the
ones Vaughn planned to have gangbang him. Duane wasn't sure he wanted to go
through with that promise in the light of day, but he liked Vaughn (a lot),
and didn't want to do anything to turn him off.



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	Duane took a long hot shower after getting home from work, wanting
to be fresh once he met up with Vaughn and his friends. However, as soon as
he got out of the shower, he heard an unexpected knock at the
door. Wondering who it was, he wrapped a towel around his trim waist and
answered the door.


"Vaughn..." he called out in surprise, "...I was JUST gettin' ready to go
meet you...!"


"I know..." said Vaughn, after being invited in. "...do you REALLY wanna be
gangbanged...?" he asked bluntly, getting straight to the point.


"uh..." hesitated Duane, not wanting to say the wrong thing. "...I'm all
NEW to this kinda stuff..." he fumbled though, trying to ready his new
friend's thoughts.


"Me too..." admitted Vaughn, as Duane closed and secured the
door. "...you're only the second guy I've ever fucked..., but I LIKE you, a
lot...!"


"Me too, man..." smiled Duane, holding his towel with one hand. "...you
really seem like cool peeps...!"


"You too!" smiled Vaughn. "So I was thinkin'..." he added, making Duane a
little nervous. "...unless you're really lookin' forward to meetin' my
friends and gettin' gangbanged..., I'd really rather keep you all to
myself...! It's up to YOU...!"


"Oh shit..." laughed Duane, having thought Vaughn had something ELSE in
mind. "...I'm DOWN with that shit right there...! I'm not too cool about
too many peeps knowin' how I get down anyway!"


"I FEEL you on that one..." agreed Vaughn, "...other than THEM and you...,
nobody knows I fuck around...! And THEY don't even know about YOU yet!"


"No...?" said Duane, curiously. "Then how were we gonna do this gangbang
tonight...?" he couldn't help inquiring.


"I'd been THINKIN' about it ever since I left your place the other day..."
said Vaughn, ducking his head with embarrassment. "...wonderin' IF I wanted
to share you with them..., so I kept puttin' it off and puttin' it off...,
til the answer came back NO!"


"I'd been thinkin' bout it all week too..." confessed Duane, "...nervous IF
I should go through with it or not...! I mean..., YOU'RE cool..., but I
don't even know your buddies...! I don't know if I can handle more than one
guy at a time...!"


"How many times you been fucked in one fuck session...?" asked Vaughn.


"I've only been fucked twice..." explained Duane. "...once by you, and once
by one of my coworkers...!"


"Damn..." responded Vaughn, looking Duane's nearly naked body over
hungrily. "...no wonder your ass was so fuckin' TIGHT!"


"Yeah...?" smiled Duane, reading the lustful look in his friend's eyes. "Do
you like it tight...?"


"I LOVE it tight...!" answered Vaughn, his hand quietly snaking down the
front of his crotch bulge to massage his hardon. "But THAT can wait til
later..., you'd better get dressed if we're still gonna go hang out!"


"I'll be ready in 5 minutes!" said Duane, dashing off to his bedroom.
	40 minutes later Duane and Vaughn were laughing it up in one of the
neighborhood bars, drinking ice cold brews, listening to the latest hip-hop
music on the jukebox, and flirting with every eligible female in the place,
buying them drinks and collecting phone numbers. After an hour or so they
got back into Vaughn's car and went to get something to eat. Vaughn knew a
steak and shrimp place outside a well known club that made great hot
platters. They made their orders and leaned beside the car smoking
cigarettes and getting to know each other better. Once their food was done,
the ate outside at one of the picnic tables outside the establishment,
eating their shrimp and fries.


"This place IS good..." conceded Duane, loving the flavor of the shrimp.
	They watched the girls go by (either in groups or with their men),
flirting naturally as the women batted their eyelashes and smiled
suggestively.


"So HOW many numbers you get at the bar...?" asked Vaughn, curiously.


"Three." answered Duane, honestly. "But I could've got MORE if I really
tried...!"


"I got two..." admitted Vaughn, "...but I wasn't really looking for any..."


"Me neither...!" said Duane, titling his head back as he dangled a long
cheesy french-fry over his open mouth. Vaughn suddenly found himself
mesmerized as Duane slowly slipped the large wedge into his mouth and began
chewing...


"What...?" he asked, innocently.


"I've seen nigga's eat fries like THAT for years without ever thinkin'
anything about it..., until NOW!" confessed Vaughn.
	Duane laughed out loud.


"Oh. So where we going after this...?" he asked, curiously.


"You don't KNOW...?" asked Vaughn, getting horny watching Duane suck the
cheese off his fingers.
	Duane laughed...


"I'm ready when YOU are...!"


"Let's go!"




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	34 year old Milton Howard didn't feel like going home after work,
AND he didn't feel like hanging out with his so-called friends at the
sports bar. Finding little choices where to go, he found himself parked in
his car, trying to decide if he should (or shouldn't) bother someone he'd
been giving the cold shoulder.
	No one understood his pain. The idea that his first born child (his
only daughter) may NOT be his was killing Milt like no cancer ever
could. Memories of watching his baby girl being born, holding her in his
arms as she opened her eyes for the first time, naming her after his only
sister, were precious memories he'd never be able to replace. The idea that
those feelings, those thoughts, all the dreams and ideas for her future,
could have all been FALSE, tears a hole in his chest as sure as any
gunshot.
	He was just about to get out of his car and walk up to the
doorbell, when he saw a car parking in front of him. To his surprise he saw
Duane getting out of some guy's car. Two the average eye it just looked
like two normal guys laughing and joking as they walked up to Duane's
apartment door to go inside, --but to Milt's trained eye, he could see
through their body language, through their not so innocent glances, through
their unnoticed gestures, that something MORE than `two friendly guys
hanging out on the town' was going on.
	Milt got out of his car and walked over to the couple, wondering
what was going on...?


"Duane..." he called, startling the two men as they prepared to go inside.


"MILT..." acknowledged Duane, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck
stand at attention. "...what're YOU doing here...?"


"I wanted to talk..." said Milt, looking at Vaughn curiously.


"Oh..." said Duane, unsure how to handle this. "...uh..., can it wait...?
I'm havin' company right now...!"


"What KINDA company...?" asked Milt, getting an odd look from Vaughn.


"There a problem, here...?" asked Vaughn, feeling a tension building.


"How OLD'R you, junior...?" asked Milt, referring to Vaughn.


"21..." answered the young man. "...and how old'r YOU, ole head...?" he
asked back.
	Milt dismissed Vaughn with his eyes...


"You gonna TALK to me or what...?!" he asked Duane.
	Duane felt torn...


"uh..., give me a minute..." he said to Milt, taking Vaughn
aside. "Remember the OTHER guy I told you about...?" he asked, whispering
low enough so Milt couldn't hear. "The one I told you fucked me..., BESIDES
you..."


"Yeah..." answered Vaughn, giving Milt the evil eye.


"...THAT'S him...!" informed Duane. "Let me TALK to him..." he
suggested. "...give me like 20 minutes to listen to him, then come back...!
Aiight...?"


"Okay..." said Vaughn reluctantly, suddenly grabbing Duane by the back of
the head and forcing a closed mouth kiss on the lips in the middle of the
sidewalk at night (for Milt's benefit). Milt chuckled to himself, reading
the kid's desperation loud and clear. Duane was completely taken by
surprised, and hoped NONE of his neighbors saw the exchange as Vaughn
walked back to his car. "I'll be BACK in 20 minutes...!" he reassured,
before getting into his car.
	Duane heard the car engine start as he put his key into door
lock...


"So WHO'S that..., your new boyfriend...?" asked Milt, with humor in his
voice.


"Something like that..." admitted Duane, catching Milt by surprise.
	Milt looked back at Vaughn's car, catching Vaughn's eyes as he
watched the two men go into Duane's apartment stairwell.


"Damn..., didn't take long, eh...?" said Milt, following Duane inside. "Or
were you LYING all this time about me being your first time...?"
	Duane couldn't help feel insulted...


"Look..., what do you WANT, Milt...?" he asked, pausing on the
steps. "...cause it seemed all too clear earlier that you didn't want to be
bothered with me...!"
	Milt suddenly felt like an ass...


"Can we talk...?" he asked sincerely, getting an unsure look from
Duane. "Please...?"
	Duane couldn't resist Milt's vulnerability, as he continued up the
stairs to his second floor apartment.


"You and Lyla still broke up...?" asked Milt, as Duane unlocked the
upstairs door into his apt.


"Yeah..." he said, stepping aside to let Milt walk in first. "...we're
STILL broke up!"
	Milt couldn't help feeling the intensity in Duane's voice...


"Are you blaming ME for your breakup...?!" asked Milt, getting a strange
feeling.


"Well..." said Duane, slamming the door. "...I broke up with Lyla right
after you and I started fucking around..., so I'd say YEAH..., I blame
you!"


"I never told you to leave your woman...!" defended Milt, "I'm MARRIED...,
why would I expect YOU to leave your girl...?!"


"Okay..., you DIDN'T ask me to leave her..." conceded Duane, crossing the
room to clear his brain. "...but I THOUGHT it'd be easier for US to get
together if I had my own spot without worry that SHE might come home and
walk IN on us...!"
	Duane hated having to say that out loud. "But I fucked up..., cause
YOU had no plans to hookup with me anymore...!"


"That's NOT true..." said Milt.


"You PUSHED me away every time I tried to set something up...!" argued
Duane.


"That's cause I'm..., I'm going through my OWN issues at the moment..."
confessed Milt, not used to explaining his feelings. "...it had NOTHING to
do with you..."


"Nothing to do with me...??" repeated Duane with a laugh. "I had my FIRST
two homosexual experiences with you..., the most MIND BLOWING sex I ever
had with another person..., and I had absolutely NOBODY I could talk to
about it! Not my Mom..., not my friends..., my coworkers..., and definitely
not my girlfriend...! Every time I wanted to talk to YOU, you blew me off
like I was annoying you! Like..., like you REGRETTED doin' it n'shit...!
You ain't have time for me, time to talk, and you acted as if I was some
sort of stalking psychopath tryin' to turn your life around..., when ALL I
wanted to was TALK about it...! To let you know how much it affected my
life! But you couldn't be bothered!"


"I'm sorry..." said Milt, feeling Duane's confusion. "...that's the whole
BAD part of being DL..., NOBODY knows what we're into..., so you CAN'T talk
to anyone about it...!"


"But that's just it..." said Duane, coming to clarity. "...I...I don't
think I'm DL..."
	Milt looked confused...


"So...what're you saying...?" he asked, dumbfounded.
	Duane took a deep breath...


"I...I think I'm GAY...!" he admitted, as shocked to say it as Milt was to
hear it.


"How do you KNOW...?!" asked Milt.


"Well, for one thing..., I LEFT my girlfriend of two years for a GUY I
slept with twice! If THAT'S not gay then WHAT is...?!"


"You were probably confused..." ventured Milt, "...overwhelmed...! Nothing
like that had ever happened to you before...!"


"I KNOW..." agreed Duane, recalling. "...it was the BEST sex I ever had...!
And it was something I NEVER KNEW I wanted...! I mean..., I'd always looked
at guys and wondered stuff..., but I had read somewhere that THAT was
common, that millions of people THINK about stuff without ever actually
doing it...! It didn't make them gay! But then..." Milt could actually SEE
the clarity coming across Duane's face. "...then WE did some of the stuff I
had always imagined..., and it was like: `DAMN...! THIS'S what I've always
been looking for...!'"


"I'm sorry..." said Milt, believing he somehow fucked up Duane's life.


"Sorry about what...?" asked the younger man.


"I didn't mean for any of THAT to happen..." said Milt, sitting on the
sofa. "...I just thought maybe..., maybe we could fool around once in a
while..."


"I probably WOULD have had it not been such an eye-opener for me...!"
explained Duane. "But you don't have anything to be sorry about..., you
helped me stop livin' a lie!"
	Milt chuckled at the irony, having helped Duane find peace in his
life while his own was falling apart.


"So..." he said, leaning back against the cushions. "...is that guy gonna
be your new BOYFRIEND now...?"


"I don't know..." said Duane, taking a seat beside his coworker. "...I hope
so...!"


"He's kinda YOUNG..." said Milt.


"So am I..." smiled Duane. "...I'm only 3 years older than him...!"


"I know."
	Duane touched Milt's shoulder affectionately...


"If things were different in our lives..., I would definitely have wanted
YOU to be my boyfriend...!"


"I can't..." said Milt, lowering his head...


"I know, man..." assured Duane, patting Milt's shoulder. "...I KNOW you
have a family you have to be there for to protect..." Milt cringed at the
thought that his family might be a lie... "...but I want to give this a
try...! I want to see if it's possible to still be me, as a GAY man...! And
I know YOU'RE not about to come out like that!"


"Is your BOYFRIEND...?" asked Milt, curiously.


"I don't know..." said Duane, honestly. "...but he's NOT married..., and he
didn't seem to have a problem showing his intent in the street just
now...!"


"No, he didn't...!" agreed Milt with a laugh. "But I believe that was more
for MY benefit than yours!"


"WE gonna be okay...?" asked Duane, wanting to keep his friendship with
Milt.


"Definitely!" assured the older man, giving Duane a hug, just as Vaughn
peeked in through the door. "You have company..." alerted Milt, catching
view of Vaughn's head.


"Has it been 20 minutes yet...?" asked Duane, breaking his hug and looking
at his watch.


"uh, naw..." said Vaughn, inching his way inside. "...I just...I wanted to
make SURE everything was alight...!"


"It's all good!" assured Milt, getting up. Vaughn was surprised when the
older man walked over and shook his hand. "I was just leaving...!"
	Vaughn looked shocked as Milt walked over to the door and left,
leaving him and Duane alone...


"What was THAT all about...?" he asked, curiously.
	Duane swallowed hard, knowing the moment of truth was up...


"Vaughn..., how do you feel about dating another guy...?"



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