Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2011 01:20:15 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: bruthaly luv-38 BRUTHALY LUV -38 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 36 year old Dan Edwards awoke in bed with his girlfriend (25 y/o Crystal Waters), and snuck downstairs into the basement while she was still asleep. He crept quietly, trying not to awaken anyone in the house. When he got downstairs to Marlon's room, he eased the bedroom door open and crept inside, finding Marlon fast asleep at 5am. Knowing their normal routine, Dan pulled the covers down off Marlon's bare ass, then grabbed the lubricant off the table by the bed and anointed a very generous amount to Marlon's ass crack before climbing in bed on top of him. Marlon slept straight through the creeping and anointing of his ass, but began to stir when Dan climbed up onboard his bed and positioned himself between his spread legs and started to fit his fat dickhead into his anus. "uhhh..." moaned Marlon, awakening from a sound sleep. "...Milt...?" he called out, dreamily. "WHO...?" said Dan, not liking the name he thought he heard. As punishment, he rammed his dick forward, driving it straight through Marlon's sleeping gut to bury directly in his bowels. "ARRHHH..." yelled Marlon, quickly awakening from his dream. "...DAN...!!" "Does THIS feel like fucking Milt...?!" asked the older man, setting a frightful pace. Marlon grunted and groaned in painful response as his ass was rode rough and hard, gripping the edges of his bed for comfort and support. Dan fucked him brutally, making him pay the price for the unfortunate slip of the tongue. Despite it being only a dream, Dan still felt Marlon needed to be taught a lesson, a penance for thinking of another man's dick. Marlon tried to hold back the grunts, knowing his voice would carry in the still of the night. Not only was he afraid of Crystal or Rachelle hearing his erotic grunts and groans, he was deathly afraid that Milton might hear also, making the situation ultimately worse. Marlon wasn't exactly sure why he was so afraid of Milt hearing, but he knew his life would be much simpler if Milt knew nothing of his and Dan sexual arrangements. Dan plunged in and out of Marlon's ass like a robber, beating in his gut with his baseball bat dick, pounding him like a heavyweight boxer in the championship ring. He didn't care if anyone heard them, he was focused solely on his pleasure and Marlon's pain, wanting him to remember this fucking all day while he rode side by side with his new found friend. After nearly 20 minutes of nonstop fucking, Dan rammed all the way into Marlon's ass balls deep and came, shooting a guy full of semen in his bowels. Marlon was grateful for the cum, as it soothed his inflamed innards with a natural lubricant, easing some of the soreness. Dan pulled out of Marlon's ass as roughly as he plunged in... "Maybe NEXT TIME you'll remember MY name!" he said, before grabbing his robe and heading back upstairs. Marlon merely lay in bed, pulling the covers back up over him as his sore ass oozed semen in thick white gushes. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Morning came, and the house slowly became abuzz with morning activity. Crystal finally awoke with the sound of her 7am alarm. She climbed out of bed, threw on her bathrobe, and made her way down the hall to her daughter's room where she awoke Rachelle for school. Rachelle was still groggy after staying up past her normal bedtime hours to finish watching Harry Potter. Crystal dragged her into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, picking her clothes out for school before going downstairs to make breakfast. Milt heard Crystal get up to wake up Rachelle, but continued to lie in bed until he heard the little girl go back into her room to get dressed. Then Milt got up to use the john, the imprint of his morning erection showing prominently through his thin boxers. He rushed past Rachelle's open door and ducked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him before whipping out his hardon to pee awkwardly into the bowl. "ahh..." he sighed, happy to empty his full bladder. He was still in the midst of pissing when Rachelle burst back into the bathroom to comb her hair... "UNCLE MILT...!!" she shouted, scaring the living shit out of Milt (who was standing there holding his pissing hardon. "Oh SHIT, Rachelle...!" he screamed, trying to hide his watery log by turning his back and pissing all over the floor and wall. Rachelle stood in shock for a few moments before darting back down the hall to her room. Milt squeezed his dick at the base to stop the piss flow as he reached backwards for the door, slamming it shut before finishing his task. At the breakfast table Rachelle couldn't stop laughing as Milt looked embarrassed... "From now on Rachelle, when you see the bathroom door closed, KNOCK before entering...!" scorned Crystal, passing her daughter a tall glass of milk to go with her waffles. "Okay mommy." giggled Rachelle, not sounding completely sold on the idea of knocking. "And Milt..." "I know Crystal, I know..." said Milt, already having had this conversation with himself. "...I'll LOCK the door from now on...!" "Thank you!" said Crys, thankfully. "Must've been SOME-THING this morning..." laughed Dan, amused. "...all this time Curt was worried about Rachelle accidentally seeing ME in the morning..., and here it's YOU she ran into! Wonder what HE'D think of THAT?" he wondered aloud. "Curt was just concerned with all the MEN running about the house, that Rachelle might get an eyeful much sooner than she needed, was all..." clarified Crystal, "...and apparently he was right!" "Just WRONG about WHO she'd see...!" corrected Dan, getting an annoyed look from Milt. "Well..., it's time I got Rachelle to school...!" said Crys, looking at the time. "Get your school bag baby..., it's time to go!" Rachelle jumped up from her seat, then walked over and kissed each man good-bye on the cheek. First was Marlon. "Bye daddy." she said. Then Dan. "Bye daddy." Then Milt. "Bye uncle Milt...!" she giggled, running for the door. "Is she going to laugh every time she see me now...?" wondered Milt aloud. "Kids do that when they see something FUNNY!" stated Dan with a smirk. "What time do you want to go down to the impound, Milt...?" asked Marlon, changing the subject real quick. "As soon as possible!" said Milt, ignoring Dan. "Well..., should I wait until I take Crys into work...? I mean..., I wouldn't want to make her late or anything...!" asked Marlon. "Of course." said Milt. "What time is that?" "Around 11." answered Marlon. "Okay..." said Milt, looking at the time. "...fine." "Well, I'd better get ready for work..." said Dan, bored with the conversation. "...I'll see you two clowns later...!" Milt watched Dan walk out of the room... "What's up with HIM...?" he asked, shaking his head. "Is he always such a dick?" "Yeah." laughed Marlon, as if it were a secret. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Dan showered and dressed for work, shortly after Crystal arrived. Marlon cleaned up the kitchen since Crystal cooked, then the 3 adults took turns in the bathroom shower, getting ready for the day until Crystal announced she was ready to leave for work. Marlon and Milton accompanied her in the car, with Milt sitting in the backseat. Crystal drove into work, then left Marlon the car to help Milt run his errands. Marlon then drove Milt to the impound, where Milt had to show identification and pay for towing and storage fees. He was then given back his car and followed Marlon back to Crystal's employment so Marlon could personally hand her back her keys. Then Marlon came back and got into Milt's car, as they took off to Demeece's to pick up some of Milt's belongings. "How do you feel about Dan...?" asked Milt, catching Marlon off guard after they'd been driving together for awhile. "uh..." "I mean, do you LIKE him? Dislike him? Can't stand him? Or do you think he's a good boyfriend material for Crystal...?" "Well..., Crystal likes him..." said Marlon, wanting to leave HIS feelings out of it. "But that's NOT what I asked..." corrected Milt. "...I asked if YOU liked him...? If YOU thought he was a good guy for Crys...?" Marlon hesitated, obviously not comfortable talking about it. "Well Dan helps out a lot financially..." he admitted. "...I try to just stay out of the way since I'm not working or contributing money wise...!" "I hear Rachelle calling him Dad..." said Milt, alternating between watching the road and Marlon. "...that CAN'T be too easy hearing you lil' girl call another man `Daddy'...! That would EAT me up!" "Well..." said Marlon, feeling like he had to defend himself all the time. "...Dan's been a lot of help with HER too..." he said while looking out the window, unable to look Milton in the eye. "...so I don't mind...really..." "I'm kinda in the SAME boat..." said Milt, thinking about it. "Some OTHER guy's Jannetta's father..., but it'll hurt me like hell to hear her call another MAN `daddy'..." he admitted, staring off at the road but seeing his daughter's face. "I was there when she was BORN..." added Milt. "...I was there when she was SICK..., when she had a COLD, chicken pox, when she fell down the steps, when she crapped her knee..., when she got her first tooth...!" he recalled. "I'll be DAMNED if I'm gonna let MY LITTLE GIRL call another man daddy! I'M HER DADDY! I'M the one who raised her! Put FOOD on the table for her!" Marlon couldn't help staring over at Milton right then, seeing/hearing the MAN emerge. "Sounds like you've made up your mind already..." said Marlon, wondering if Milt was going back home to Deme? "I have..." said Milt, confidently. "...Jannetta's MY daughter...! I'm gonna raise her as MY daughter!" "Congratulations!" smiled Marlon. "I'm sure Deme'll be glad to hear you're coming back home!" "I'm not going back home...!" corrected Milt, looking over at a stunned Marlon. "But...I thought..." "I'll continue to support and raise Jannetta and Aaron as MY OWN, yeah..." clarified Milt. "...but Demeece and I are OVER! I'm never going back to HER!" "Oh shit..." said Marlon, looking like a deer in headlights. "...Demeece's gonna hit the roof..." "Demeece LIED about our entire marriage from the very beginning..." said Milt, feeling betrayed. "...as far as I'm concerned, she's married to the Reverend!" "Damn..." sighed Marlon, laughing at the irony. "What...?" asked Milt, curious as to what was so funny? "Nothing." said Marlon, not wanting to anger Milt any more than he already was. "No...what...?" asked Milt, interested. "It's just FUNNY how things come around...!" said Marlon, vaguely. "When you and I were..., SEEING each other..., back when you were seriously considering leaving Deme to live a life with ME..., you put our plans on hold because she turned up pregnant...! And NOW after all this time we find out the baby was never yous...! It's just funny how life pans out, is all...!" Milt sat in silence for a moment, contemplating what Marlon said... "I've THOUGHT about that..." he admitted, much to Marlon's surprise. "I've thought about it and wondered WHERE my life would be right now if we'd gone ahead and did what he planned to do back then..." "And..." asked Marlon, mesmerized by the idea. "...what do you think...?" "I'm not sure..." said Milt, glancing over at his passenger. "Do YOU think about it...?" "All the time!" admitted Marlon, honestly. "I mean..., it was the most INTENSE relationship I'd ever been in...!" Milt laughed... "That's only because you were fucking your SISTER'S husband...!" declared Milt. "No..." corrected Marlon, getting a serious look from Milt. "...it's because it was the first time another MAN had showed me love...!" he answered. "I mean REAL love! Unexpected, unacquainted, unapologetic..., REAL, RAW HEARTFELT love!" "I..." started Milt, feeling suddenly dry in the mouth. "...I'm sure CURTIS gave you all of that, and more..." he managed to say. "It was DIFFERENT with Curtis..." said Marlon, looking back out the front window. "I think he KNEW I still had feelings for you after we broke up...! He didn't like it, but he knew...! And I don't think he ever really forgave me for it...!" "Was he mean to you...?" asked Milt, concerned. "No..." answered Marlon. "...but he tried to overcompensate sexually for what was missing...! He thought he could FUCK the love into our relationship...!" "But you were sorry to see him move to Atlanta, right...?" asked Milt. "Yeah..." answered Marlon. "...I mean I DID love him..., just not in the same way..." he explained. "Oh." said Milt, not knowing how to process all this unless information. They pulled up in front of his house and parked. Demeece's car was gone, so Milt assumed she'd gone into work as usual today, leaving the kids at the sitters. "I just want to pick up my clothes and uniforms..." explained Milt, getting out of the car. "...Deme and the kids can keep everything else...!" "Need some help...?" asked Marlon, getting out of the car. "Yeah. Thanks." said Milt, leading the way up into the house. Everything was exactly as Milt remembered (toys scattered all over the floor). He went upstairs and grabbed his large suitcase and began packing everything from his closet. Marlon helped by grabbing all his underwear from the two drawers Deme allowed him to use. "So..., you never answered me about Dan...!" continued Milt, wanting to get to the truth. "How do you feel about him...? I mean OTHER than him being a dick!" Marlon laughed... "He's not a bad guy once you get to know him..." he proclaimed. "HOW well do you have to know him...?" asked Milt, pulling nearly a rack of clothes from the closet. "Cause I've only met him twice, and I wasn't impressed either time!" "Well...uh...he's been a lot of help financially around the house..." explained Marlon (again). "So I've heard..., what ELSE does he do...?" asked Milt. "I HEARD him fucking the shit out of Crystal last night...! It was almost as if he was TRYING to make sure I heard it...!" "Really...?" laughed Marlon, stuffing Milt's personals into a bag. "And I heard him sneaking downstairs into the basement this morning at about 5am...!" informed Milt, much to Marlon's dismay. All kinds of excuses for WHY Dan would sneak downstairs in the middle of the night began to fill Marlon's brain, when Milt suddenly asked... "Does Crys know you two are fucking around...?" Marlon lowered his head... "Kinda, sorta..." he answered, timidly. "What's THAT mean...?" asked Milt, shoving his tennis shoes and boots into the suitcase with his clothes. "Dan convinced Crys to do a 3some together with just the 3 of us..." explained Marlon. "Really...?" surprised Milt. "Crystal...?!" he asked, seeing her in a different light. "You and Dan took turns on Crys...?" he inquired, picturing the scene in his head. "No..." answered Marlon. "...I...I sucked Dan's dick while he ate her out...then he fucked her and I ate her out afterwards..." Milt's eyebrows rose... "So what did YOU get out of it...?" he asked. "Did YOU get your dick sucked...? Did YOU get some ass...?" "No..." chuckled Marlon, laughing at the thought. "So Dan just used you for foreplay and clean up...?" surmised Milt, simplifying Marlon's actions. "I guess..." agreed Marlon, seeing it through Milt's eyes for the first time. "So Crys knows you suck his dick...but she DON'T know he's fucking you also...?" assumed Milt, correctly. "How do you think she'd take it if she found out...? Do you think she'd be angry...? Feel betrayed...?" "Maybe..." said Marlon. "Do you think she'd be more mad at Dan, or at YOU...?" asked Milt, bending over to zip up his suitcase. Marlon thought about it for a moment... "I think she'd be MORE mad at you!" informed Milt, picking up his case. "Dan might not be the best boyfriend in the world, but he helps out financially, and he apparently throws a good fuck...! A woman is less likely to side against the man giving her orgasms...! So if I were you..., I'd think long and hard about what letting Dan sneak into your bedroom means in the long run..., cause if Crystal ever found out, the shit would hit the fan faster than a shovel!" "You won't TELL her, will you...?" asked Marlon, pleadingly. "No..., ain't my place to tell...! I'm just a houseguest!" said Milt, carrying his luggage down the hall. "You know..., the funny thing is..., Curtis WARNED me this might happen...!" "What...?" asked Marlon, following Milt down the stairs. "You spoke to Curtis about this...? When?" "Before he left on his trip...!" informed Milt. "He hit me up and asked me to keep an eye on you..., said he didn't trust Dan, that he could SEE him trying to screw you over as soon as he was gone! Looks like he was right...!" Marlon was speechless. Everyone knew he and Dan would be lovers except him...? "Curtis ASKED you to keep an eye on me...?" questioned Marlon, as Milt paused to open the door. "What did YOU say to him when he asked...?" "Huh...?" asked Milt, with his hand on the door. "I uh...I told him I had my OWN problems..., that you were a grown man who could make his own decisions about WHO he fucks or not...!" Milt watched Marlon's facial expression as his brain began to wander... "Was I wrong...?" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Milt fully expected an hysterical phone call from Demeece once she got home and realized all of his stuff was gone. And true to life, Deme called him 10 minutes after getting home with the children from daycare, screaming at him for not being `man enough' to get his belongings while she was at home. Milt explained his position, saying that he wasn't abandoning his family, he was leaving HER. Demeece cried, asking for another chance to make things right, apologizing for carrying her `former relationship' longer than she should have. Milt expressed his desire to find his own apartment, saying he would continue to support both children and that Jannetta didn't need to know he wasn't her father. Demeece hung up on him, then called back several times to make him change his mind, even putting the kids on to ask when he was coming home? Milt turned off his phone after the last call, knowing it was getting him nowhere. Marlon stood nearby during some of the conversations. He knew his sister was persistent, and that she wouldn't give up her husband without a fight, even if it meant making Milt HATE her. "I'll be back...!" said Milt, taking his car keys before heading for the door for some fresh air. Marlon was just about to go after him when Dan came downstairs and stopped him... "Where you going...?" he asked, grabbing his crotch. "Crys' sleep...!" Marlon regretted not going after Milt, but instead led Dan down into the basement. Dan was all too eager to get at Marlon, knowing it would be much sweeter now that someone else wanted to move in on him. He undid his pants, then sat back in Marlon's chair while Marlon got on his knees and began sucking his dick. Meanwhile Milton took a drive through the neighborhood, and ended up in front of Duane's apartment. Milt made a phone call upstairs, getting a concerned Duane who wondered why he called off work so many days? "It's a long story man..., do you mind if I come up...?" asked Milt, parked in his car. "uh...yeah..., yeah, it's cool..., c'mon...!" insisted Duane, despite having company over. "Who was that...?" asked Vaughn, coming out of the bedroom just as Duane was hanging up. "That was Milt..., my coworker..." "Ole head who stepped at me funny...?" asked Vaughn (recalling events from chap-32, scene-4). "Yeah..." answered Duane. "...he's downstairs and wants to talk...!" "I hope he ain't comin' back to start no shit..., cuz I'm READY to defend what's MINE now!" stated Vaughn, having made some kind of declaration to Duane. "I don't THINK so..." said Duane, intuitively. "...he sounded really fucked up...like he needs a friend!" "Then he oughta MAKE one!" snapped Vaughn, getting a laugh from Duane. "C'mon man..., he WAS a friend first...!" reasoned Duane. "Okay..." said Vaughn, not really supporting this meeting. "...but I'm staying in the room!" "I hope so!" said Duane, just as Milt knocked at the door... Duane walked over and opened it. "Hey man..., thanks for letting me come up...!" said Milt, skaing Duane's hand and giving him an instant half hug. "No problem, Milt..., that's what friend're for...!" said Duane, inviting him in. Milt was surprised to see Vaughn standing in the background... "Hey man..." he said, extending his friendship. "...I wanted to apologize about our last encounter..., I was going through some rough shit, and took it out on the wrong people...!" "Oh, okay..." said Vaughn, surprised. "...it's all good man..., we all go through shit...!" he added, grasping Milt's strong hand. "Have a seat!" offered Duane. Milt and Duane sat on the sofa, while Vaughn sat across from them in a chair. "So...you two a couple now...?" asked Milt, curiously. "Yeah...!" answered Duane, looking over at his boyfriend. Milt looked at the two homboiz, both of them looking as virile and masculine as any other heterosexual black male in the street. "You don't worry people might look at you two hanging together all the time and figure out you might be lovers...?" he couldn't help asking. "We TALKED about it..." admitted Duane. "But we can't live our lives worryin' bout what OTHER people think...!" added Vaughn. "Peep's gonna think what they want regardless if we together or not..., if you ACT like a couple, they'll THINK you're a couple!" "I FEEL you on that one..." agreed Milt, never looking at it THAT way before. "...people can only witness what you project...! Do you both still see women...?" "If we do, it'll be on the side..." said Vaughn. "THIS is the core relationship..., girls'll just be for a change of pace...!" added Duane. "That's different...!" laughed Milt, knowing it's usually the other way around in DL life. "Good luck with that!" Vaughn looked at Duane, who hunched his shoulders discreetly... "You said you wanted to TALK about something...?" he asked, pushing Milt along. Milt sighed, then took a deep breath... "My wife and I split up...!" he informed, much to Duane's surprise. "I found out she's been keeping a BIG secret from me since we met..., and I've decided to move out...!" "Awe damn..., I'm sorry to hear that, Milt...!" said Duane, sincerely. "Must be pretty BIG to make you move out...!" "Yeah..." said Milt, deciding to keep his daughter's business private. "...it was enough to make me see her in a totally different light...!" "Well it CAN'T be becuz she simply cheatin'..." said Vaughn, "...seein' how YOU'D been cheatin' with Duane and WHO KNOWS who else...!" Milt looked over at Vaughn, knowing Vaughn was watching over Duane like a hawk... "No..., it wasn't simply because of cheating..." said Milt, "...we had a baby 3 years ago that turned out NOT to be mine..." "Oh shit...!" responded both men, understanding Milt's anguish now. "...and she KNEW there was a good chance it wasn't mine, and never said anything about it!" "Now THAT'S fucked up!" said Duane. "I always said women were MORE devious then guys...! Them bitches'll have you raising a house FULLA lil' bastard babies and NONE of `em yours...!" stated Vaughn. "I've got 3 sister..., I KNOW the deal! They trifling!" "All she had to do with be HONEST about it..., I mean I've fucked up too...! But Jannetta ain't even MINE...!" said Milt, as if the thought were just settling in. Duane scooted over, placing his hand on Milt's shoulder in support... "You alright man...?" he asked, feeling bad for his friend. "I just...NEEDED to get out of the house for awhile..." said Milt, needing to be around friends. "...but I don't want the guys at the job to know about all this..., I still plan to raise my daughter as my own...!" "That's admirable!" said Vaughn (his arms folded), looking at Milt differently... "That says a LOT about you as a man...!" agreed Duane, rubbing Milt's back. "And don't worry..., I won't say anything to anybody at work...! One secret deserves another!" Vaughn watched the interaction between Milt and Duane, and knew the two men still had the HOTS for each other... "So why'd you stop by here...?" he asked, suspiciously. "To get a lil' sympathy...? To get yur DICK sucked...?" "Vaughn...!" said Duane, suddenly embarrassed. "Let me TALK to you in the kitchen...!" he insisted. Vaughn watched Duane jump up from the sofa and head for the kitchen. He stared down at Milt, who was looking back at him like he had no clue what was going on. Vaughn got up and met Duane in the kitchen. "Wussup...?" "Why you bein' so HARD on Milt...?" asked Duane, sensing his boyfriend's dislike. "He's been though A LOT with his family..., he could use a lil' support...!" "That why you got yur hands all over him out there...? Touchin' all over his shoulder like you think yur Florence Nightingale or somebody...!" said Vaughn, jealously. "You still LIKE `em, don't you...?" "Who...? Milt...?" asked Duane, playing stupid. "We're just friends...!" "Friends who used to fuck!" corrected Vaughn. "You're makin' FAR more big a deal out of it than what it is...!" insisted Duane. "Yet still the nigga's sittin' out there on yur sofa...!" argued Vaughn. "You wanna fuck `em, don't you...?" "What...?! I..." "Don't lie...!" said Vaughn, reading his lover's mind. "If you still want to fuck `em, you CAN..., I won't stand in yur way...!" "Huh...?" asked Duane, hearing things. "If you want to fuck around with Milt, you can..." repeated Vaughn. *...so long as I'm IN on it...!" "Are you serious...?" asked Duane, unsure. "I know HE wants to, too!" added Vaughn. "Why don't you go offer..., see what he says...?" "He just found out his daughter's not his...he LEFT his wife...!" "And came HERE for sympathy..." reasoned Vaughn. "...are you THAT good a friend...? Does he usually spill his guts on yur shoulder...?" Duane thought about it for a moment... "Go asked him..., I BET he accept...!" Milt was still sitting on the sofa when Duane came back in... "Everything okay...?" He asked, concerned. "uh, yeah..." said Duane, thinking over what his boyfriend said. "...Vaughn seems to think you came over here for sex..., is that true...?" he asked bluntly. "No...!" said Milt, offended. "Well...MAYBE..." he added a second later. "...I didn't know you two were officially together...!" he said, standing. "Vaughn okayed us to have sex..." said Duane, much to Milt's surprise. "...so long as HE can join in with us...!" Just then Vaughn walked in from the kitchen, having heard everything. "I...I'm uh..." said Milt, "...speechless..." Milt alternated looking back and forth at Vaughn and Duane, unsure if the offer was real or not? Sensing Milt's dilemma, Vaughn walked over to his boyfriend Duane and gently pushed him in Milt's direction. The two men were soon standing chest to chest when Duane reached up and nervously touched onto Milt's chest. Milt snaked his arm about Duane's slim waist, then pulled him in closer. Duane's dick immediately bricked as Milt pulled him into their first closed mouth kiss. Duane looked shocked, but accepted Milt's kiss nonetheless. Vaughn felt something tug in his brain, but fought the reaction to rush over and break it up. He watched Milt's kiss become more intimate as Milt's mouth parted and his tongue began to burrow between Duane's lips. Duane (still relatively new to man/man sex) felt overwhelmed by his macho coworker working his oral muscle into his mouth. Soon he was sucking it like a piece of sweet candy. Milt's hand automatically went down to Duane's ass, cupping the right cheek with his left hand. "Why don't WE take this to the bedroom...?" suggested Vaughn. Duane broke the kiss, then took Milt by the hand and followed Vaughn into the bedroom. Milt wasn't exactly sure what was going on. The last time Milt had done a 3some was with Gerald and Austin (chap-13, scene-3), and he had been on the bottom with both men. Duane hadn't seen him in a submissive position yet, and Milt wasn't too sure he wanted him to (seeing how closely Duane worked with Milt's work buddies). Milt watched Duane and Vaughn make out, kissing and hugging each other into arousal, then he watched then starting to undress. Once their shirts were removed, Duane turned to face Milton and pulled his shirt off overhead as well. Both younger (slimmer) men began to admire Milt's muscles, rubbing his torso all over and pinching his erect nipples. Duane was the first to bend over and take one into his mouth, roughly sucking and nibbling the hard black rivet with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Vaughn quickly joined his partner, taking Milt's other tit into his mouth before suckling hard. Milt felt someone (likely Duane) undoing his pants. A hand wrapped around his long dark erection, stroking him back and forth while the two hot mouths continued to pay homage to his chest. Soon all 3 men had their dicks exposed, stroking themselves. Milt gently pushed Duane down to his knees (wanting his dick sucked), Duane wasted no time taking his coworker's 9.5" prick into his mouth, suctioning his cheeks inward. Vaughn lifted his head from Milton's chest as Milt wrapped his hand firmly around Vaughn's 7.5" dick and began stroking. The two men stared into each other's faces, curiosity overtaking their earlier resentments as they leaned in and kissed. Vaughn was the aggressor this time, shoving his tongue into Milt's mouth and taking the older man by surprise. Milt accepted Vaughn's tongue in his mouth, even as Vaughn's hand curiously crept down Milt's back to rest on his muscular ass. Milt didn't recoil when Vaughn's fingers slipped into his ass crack and began feeling for his anus. In fact, Milt encouraged it by parting his legs to give the younger man better access. Duane was busy sucking Milt's dick. He had no idea Milt had interests in other areas of sexual intercourse. He saw Milt's hand stroking Vaughn's erection, and pulled off Milt's dick long enough to lean over and take his boyfriend's dick into his mouth for a few minutes of sucking. Vaughn and Milt stopped kissing when Milt sat down on the edge of the bed. Duane pulled off Vaughn's dick to return to Milt's (bobbing his head between the married man's legs) as Vaughn climbed up onto the bed on his knees, and presented his dick to Milt to suck. Milt titled his head towards Vaughn and opened his mouth without hesitation, taking the hard 7.5" incher between his lips. Vaughn watched Milt's lips wrap around his dick, and began to understand why Duane was so infatuated by his coworker. Milt licked the underside of Vaughn's dick (running his tongue back and forth like a wet paintbrush) before taking the head into his mouth and swallowing as much as he could before choking. Vaughn leaned in over Milt's head (in doggy position), allowing the older man to orally service his dick even as his boyfriend serviced Milt's. Duane looked up from Milt's crotch to see Milton happily sucking Vaughn's manhood. Jealousy and envy quickly entered his feelings as the question `why he never sucked MY dick' entered his brain. Vaughn looked down at Duane, then lifted Milt's legs until his asshole was exposed. Duane looked a tad lost until Vaughn reached down and physically guided his head down between Milt's parted butt cheeks. Duane had experienced getting his ass ate, but never ate ass before. He half expected Milt to jump up and tap him one across the jaw when he licked over Milt's hot anal pucker. He heard Milt groan when he swiped his taster across the hot surface, tasting his first asshole. Driven by lust, Duane abandoned his qualms about eating the area people use to shit, and began lapping at the tight chocolaty bud like his favorite flavored ice cream. Milt felt Duane's tongue becoming more aggressive, and locked his own wrists around the backs of his knees to hold his own legs up and open. Vaughn began thrusting back and forth, face fucking Milt's mouth as Milt sucked and suckled the hard flesh like his favorite food. The 3 men were in total unison, running like a well oiled machine when Vaughn suddenly reached down between Milt's ass and Duane's tongue, then slipped his finger(s) into his hole. "You want to FUCK `em...?" asked Vaughn, still fucking Milt's mouth. "Fuck MILT...?" questioned Duane, like the thought never entered his mind. "He told me he doesn't get fucked...!" "Let's change places...!" insisted Vaughn, removing his dick. Milt felt Vaughn withdrawing, and lifted his head to try to recapture it in his mouth. But Vaughn was too quick as he hoped down off the bed and switched places with Duane. Duane climbed up onto the bed, leaning in over Milt's head. He wasn't sure if Milt would be willing to suck his dick or not (seeing how he hadn't yet up to that point), but Milt simply opened his mouth and allowed the 10" rod to sink slowly between his lips. Duane was thrilled to finally feel Milt's lips wrapped around his manhood, finally making them equals. He couldn't believe how good Milt's mouth felt, or how WELL versed he was at slobbering another man's muscle. All this time he thought Milt was a total top. Vaughn was busy fingering Milt's asshole, testing the anal muscles as he darted his fingers in and out. Duane watched Milt's dick dance against his abdomen, jumping and jerking with life every time Vaughn's fingers went in 3 knuckles deep. Duane resisted sucking Milt's dick for as long as he could, but couldn't help leaning over (in 69 position) and taking the older man's rod in his mouth, loving the way Milt felt in his oral cavity. Vaughn saw his lover 69ing with Milt, and thought nothing of it as he continued to test the anus's elasticity. He stroked his own dick while adding fingers to the bunch, watching them slowly get devoured by Milt's tight ring. Getting the anal lube from the bed, he added oil to Milt's anus and his dick before aiming it down against the entrance. Duane paused sucking Milt's dick, staring at his lover's prick poised at Milt's might entrance. Vaughn pressed forward, adding pressure against the bud until it began to flower open, slowly allowing entry as his dickhead disappeared from sight. Duane was amazed as Vaughn's dick shaft followed his dickhead, sinking in past Milt's sphincter muscles to sink balls deep into his gut. Milt groaned around Duane's dick as Vaughn's manhood took up residence inside him. Vaughn ground his pelvic bone against Milt's ass, loving the tightness of his anus as it squeezed his dick base and tried to chop it off. Vaughn gripped the backs of Milt's muscular legs, then began pulling and pushing his dick back and forth. He watched his dick emerge from Milt's hole, the tight ring sucking and squeezing his shaft like a tight grip until he changed directions and slid back inside. Duane resumed sucking Milt's dick, mesmerized by the sight of his lover's prick sliding in and out of the chocolaty asshole. He never would have pictured Milt on his back taking another man's dick like a bitch in missionary position, but seeing was believing. Milt (however) didn't see himself as any less of a man for accepting dick. He didn't do anything he didn't want to. Nobody took anything from him HE wasn't willing to give. His body (his dick, his ass) was HIS, and he didn't give it away unless HE wanted to. Vaughn pushed his dick back and forth, fucking Milt's ass with deliberate strokes. Duane watched Vaughn yank his dick from Milt's hole, and thought (initially) that something was wrong? Then after a few seconds Vaughn would re-insert his dick and continue, fucking Milt's muscled chocolate ass until he suddenly pulled out again. "What's WRONG...?" asked Duane, wondering if it was hurting Vaughn somehow? "Nothin'..." said Vaughn, still holding the backs of Milt's legs before re-inserting. "...just tryin' NOT to cum too soon...!" Duane suddenly noticed just how much Vaughn liked fucking Milt when he pushed back inside and started fucking only 2 more minutes before he began panting and squirming, lining Milt's anal track with his load. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum...!" warned Vaughn, fucking faster. Duane stopped sucking as he watched Vaughn's muscles tense, then watched him slam all the way in before holding his dick balls deep and grunting like a stuck pig. "UHH...! UHH...! UHH...!" he panted madly, shooting his seed directly into Milt's backside. Milt was still sucking Duane's hardon when Vaughn pulled out, vacating the hole and telling his boyfriend to switch places again. Vaughn reluctantly pulled out of Milt's mouth, then climbed down off the bed. Milt lifted his head to watch the two men kiss and exchange. Vaughn returned to Milt's head (this time lying down beside him) while Duane aligned his big 10" rod to the hole and sank in. "Oh shit..." he moaned, feeling the tightness envelope him. Milt's eyes fluttered as he titled his head back, feeling the big dick consume and possess him, moving through his rectum and straight into his gut. "Feels good, don't it...?" laughed Vaughn, looking up into Duane's erotic face. "Oh yeah..." said the 24 year old. "...not I see WHY you and Milt liked fucking ME!" "Don't THINK this's gonna change things between US..." said Vaughn, sternly. "...if you get the need to stick someone or somethin', call MILT..., my ass is an outty only!" "No problem...!" said Duane, loving Milt's ass as he began thrusting in and out. Vaughn watched Milt moan like a teen slut as he got his ass fucked for a second time. He reached down between Milt's thighs and grabbed his erect penis and began stroking for him, feeling the hard black steel between his fingers. Milt turned towards Vaughn, and the two men's mouth found each other like heat seekers. Vaughn felt compelled to slip his tongue back into Milt's mouth while he stroked his dick, feeling his strong manhood pulse powerfully in his palm. Duane continued to fuck a man's ass for the first time, thrilling at how differently (yet similar) it felt to fucking women. Duane's own asshole was still feeling some of the effects of his earlier tryst with Vaughn before Milt stopped by. He became acutely aware of his own well fucked hole when Vaughn's earlier seed began to seep from inside him. The two sensations was nearly too much for him when he felt his dick beginning to throb. Vaughn could feel Milt's dick pulsating as well as he continued to jerk him off. He kissed all over Milt's panting mouth as Milt gave into the stroking. His body tensed as his muscles flexed, then his pulsating dick began arching thick spurts of cum through the air, landing all over his heaving muscled stomach and Vaughn's stroking hand. Duane felt Milt's asshole seize up during fucking (squeezing, flexing, pulsing, throbbing), triggering his own intense orgasm as his own pulsing dick began shooting gobs of hot sperm into Milt's gut. "Shit man...! Awwww damn...!" Moaned Duane, falling forward weakly as he buried his dick, feeling his lover's semen excreting from his own asshole... Vaughn pulled his tongue from Milt's lips... "Anytime you need to TALK..., feel free to stop by...!" he smiled, lightening the tension between them. ________________________________________ 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.