Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2012 19:18:39 -0500 (EST)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: potential-34

Best friends; 19 year olds -Theodore "Theo" Jones (6-3, 200 lbs of thick
muscle, drk brn with a very close skull cut hair cut), Horatio "Flex"
Washington (6-1, 165 lbs, medium muscular build, brn skn, with cornrows
going straight to the back), and Devon Dorell (6-0, lite brn skn, 150 lbs,
slim muscular build, with a close fade cut), all grew up together in the
same neighborhood. After graduating high school, they decided to cut the
cost of living expenses 3-ways by renting a 3 bedroom house together in the
West Philly as roommates.]
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POTENTIAL-34


	Theo Jones couldn't believe his eyes when he finally got the chance
to see on hidden camera exactly WHO had snuck into his auto shop and forced
themselves onto him sexually while he was busy working on a car. Of all the
people in the world, HE was the last person Theo thought he'd see doing
something like that. He could see him doing something drastic, but raping
his DICK was not one of them.
	Theo didn't know HOW to feel about the situation. Surely having his
dick fucked without his consent was an insane form of rape, but would the
police even believe him should he decide to lodge a formal complaint? Did
he want that kind of news getting around? Indeed HE felt violated from the
ordeal [especially at gun point], despite having ejaculated inside the
assailant on two distinct occasions [chaps-31 & 33].


	Theo turned off the video equipment and stored the tape in a safe
place. He was still kind of shaken by the ordeal, unsure how he should
proceed. Surely anyone willing to do such a thing had to be considered
unstable! A danger to society! If he could be given some sort of assurance
that it wouldn't happen again, he'd be willing to forget it ever even
happened. However, he had a feeling that this wasn't going to be an
isolated incident. The assailant seemed to enjoy the power he exuded over
him too much for it to not happen again.
	The cum was still wet on Theo's chest underneath his overalls,
further testimony that it wasn't just in his head. Deciding to handle the
matter personally, he realized he needed to capture the man in the act. He
needed to make him THINK he still had the upper hand, then spring something
on him that he would never forget! He needed HELP to pull this off. He knew
he couldn't go to Devon for help, not after the nightmares he expressed
about his vengeful drug dealer coming back to get even [after events which
happened in chap-14]. He'd have to find it elsewhere...?


Pt-1


	Flex Washington was in the midst of driving his Para-transit truck
[picking up elderly patients to chauffeur to their scheduled chemo
appointments], when he got an unexpected call on his cell phone. Drivers
aren't supposed to talk on their cell phones while the truck is in motion
[except for getting schedules and directions from an onboard phone for
emergencies], but Flex recognized the number as important. He answered the
phone despite policy, as worried passengers began to wail and
complain. "Hey..., this is important..., clam up!" he ordered, knowing most
of them by name. "Hello...? Yes, this is he...!" he said, steering with one
hand. "Really...?!" he said excited, causing several passengers to wonder
what was going on? "uh..., I'm not sure I could make it today..." he said,
sorrowfully. "...I'm currently at work...!"


"Yeah..., if your `work' consist of SCARING old people dying of cancer to
death!" yelled one of the patients from behind, getting a chuckle from some
of the other passengers.


"Yes, I understand what an opportunity this is...!" said Flex, ignoring his
heckler. "I'll be there!" he promised, hanging up the phone. "YES!!" he
yelled happily afterwards, his face beaming brightly as he placed two hands
on the wheel.


"Who was that...?" asked the old lady heckler [one of his regular
clients]. "Clinic call to tell you the baby isn't yours...?" she joked.
	Flex looked at the old white haired lady through the rearview
mirror.


"You're a regular Joan Rivers back there, eh Ada...?" he asked,
sarcastically. "If you MUST know..., that was a new JOB callin' me in for
an interview...!" he exclaimed, gladly. "Yall gonna have to find somebody
else to pick with early inna mornin' from now on!" he cheered.
	The clients all looked around at each other, quietly
disappointed...


"You're LEAVING us...?" they asked, concerned.


"Hell yeah!" answered Flex, not noticing the looks on their faces. "I went
to SCHOOL so I would'n have to be drivin' this bus for the rest of my life!
You think I like gettin' up early inna mornin' to take bull-crap off you
people...?" he joked, seriously.


"So WHO'S gonna pick us up for our chemo appointments...?" asked another
rider.


"I'm not the only driver they have..." reminded Flex, "...they'll FIND
someone else to take yur shit!"


"Those OTHER drivers get us to our appointments late...!" said Floyd, an
elderly man who lost his wife to cancer some years ago. "THEY don't care
about us! I waited 2 hours for a driver to pick me up one day..., and then
he never showed up to bring me back home later after my chemo! The hospital
had to pay for my CAB fare out of their own pockets!"


"Most of them'r RUDE..." added another rider. "...they have foul mouths..."


"And they don't help you in or out of the bus!" chimed in another.


"Yall need to REPORT them...!" advised Flex, looking up from the road to
see the faces of his riders though the mirror.


"All the good THAT does...!" said Ada. "If you report them, then they NEVER
show up when you need them! We NEED our chemo...! Most of us don't have any
other WAY to get there!"
	Flex's face lost the happiness he had been feeling only moments
ago. He went to school to get a degree so he wouldn't have to drive
anymore..., but after weeks [months] of picking up these people literally
everyday [five days a week], he'd actually started to become concerned for
them as people...as family. He knew some of the drivers his clients were
complaining about. He'd heard them bragging about leaving patients behind
who they thought were too `mouthy' and needed to be taught a lesson or
two. He'd hate to see one of HIS patients suffer because a driver was
having a bad day.
	He pulled up in front of the hospital, then started to help the
passengers off.


"So..." said Floyd, climbing into a wheel chair. "...can we expect to SEE
you after our chemo...? Or should we all be making plans for OTHER
transportation...?"
	Flex thought about his interview...


"I'll be here...!" he promised, sending the old man on his way with one
less thing to worry about.
	Perhaps his interviewers would understand and admire his loyalty to
his job and his clients...?



Pt-2


	Devon Dorell went into work knowing he held the monthly record on
received calls as a claims adjustor; however he wasn't expecting to be
recognized by his employers when he walked in to find them waiting to throw
him a celebration.
	Devon's picture was taken and hung in the lobby, and was given two
front row tickets to dinner and a show. There was no monetary raise, but he
got the chance to rub his coworkers' noses in it whenever they walked by
his picture in the lobby. Devon called Theo to let him in on the good news,
but could `sense' something wrong in his voice over the phone. Theo
accredited his lack of enthusiasm to a problem he couldn't fix on a car, a
little white-lie he felt necessary to keep Devon from worrying about him.


	Devon went back to work after his celebration, starting the caller
counter back at zero until the next monthly employee could be
rewarded. He'd been working several hours when he decided to take a
bathroom break. Setting his headset on his desk, he logged out of the
system so calls could be rerouted to other operators, then made his way to
the employee restroom down the hall.
	He walked up to one of the urinals and unzipped his pants, then
began relieving himself immediately. He'd been standing there several
seconds when he heard the restroom door open. Devon was in the process of
completing the drainage of his dick, when he was physically grabbed and
tossed into one of the nearby stalls...


"RICHARD...!" he cried, shocked to see his ex-drug dealer standing before
him.


"SHUT UP!" ordered the crazed looking drug dealer, having snuck into the
building unnoticed. "Do you know what your friends did to me...?!" he
asked, shoving Devon back over the toilet before slamming the stall shut
door behind them. "Did they tell you...??!"


"YES...!" answered Devon, scared out of his wits that Richard might do
something drastic.
	He watched as the dealer started to undo his pants, standing
directly in front of him in a menacing manner. Devon recalled how Richard
had aggressively fucked him several times over the course of their
dealings, and realized Richard probably came back to take sexual revenge
out on HIM since he wasn't man enough to physically attack Theo or Flex!
Devon thought the best way to get rid of Richard was to do as he wanted,
then send him on his way fully satisfied. So when Richard fully exposed his
8" penis for sucking, Devon simply leaned forward and took it In, not
wanting to cause any unwanted attention.


"Yeah..." moaned Richard, grabbing the back of Devon's head before forcing
his face down into his groin. "...suck that dick, faggot...! Yeah...! Eat
it!"
	Devon hoped giving Richard oral sex would be enough to get him off,
allowing him to save his anus for his boyfriend Theo [and their
roommate]. He sucked Richard's dick as best he could, swallowing him whole
and lavishing his hard shaft with his swirling wet mouth and
tongue. "Damn..." responded Richard, leaning back against the stall door as
he looked down at the man sucking his prick. "...you've gotten a lot BETTER
at that..." he informed, loving what he felt. "...your roommates been
teaching you how to suck dick better...?! I bet you get A LOT of dick
between the two of them, don'tcha?"
	Devon didn't answer, he simply continued sucking harder, hoping to
make Richard cum quickly before anyone walked in and found them
there. However he realized the dealer wasn't looking for a quickie when he
reached down over his back toward his ass, feeling for his hole.


"Stand up!" ordered the eager man.
	Devon stood up, then turned around as Richard reached for his waist
and yanked his pants and underwear down off his hips, exposing his
ass. "Damn...been a while since I've seen that...!" he said, slapping
Devon's cheeks.
	Someone walked into the restroom, the loud swinging wooden door
signifying their presence. Richard and Devon grew quiet as the man walked
over to one of the urinals. Richard roughly caressed Devon's ass, rubbing
his fingers along the ass crack, searching for the entrance. Devon felt
completely vulnerable when Richard roughly shoved his finger[s] up his ass,
causing him to bite his lower lip to keep from gasping out loud.
	Richard dug into Devon's asshole, stretching his anus and forcing
him to submit. The man at the urinal flushed, then walked over to the sinks
to wash his hands. While the water was running, Richard pushed Devon up
against the back wall, forcing him to bend over the toilet as he aimed his
dickhead up in-between his ass cheeks and forced himself inside.


"URRHH...!" grunted Devon, feeling the dickhead pierce into his rectum like
a bullet. Richard Wedlaw leaned in behind him, pressing the rest of his
dick inside as Devon grunted in despair.
	The gentlemen at the urinal looked back at the closed stall door
curiously, but didn't make a fuss as he shut off the tap water and made his
way to the hand drier. Richard wrapped his arms around Devon's torso and
started thrusting through him, enjoying the tight gripping squeeze of his
un-lubed hole.


"URRHHH SHIT...! UURRHHH...!!" grunted Devon, unable to keep quiet.
	Fortunately the noise from the hand drier drowned his groans,
allowing the man to leave the restroom none the wiser. Richard shoved
Devon's face against the wall and started to hammer his ass hard, driving
his dick through his ass with deep hard strokes. Devon didn't resist nor
fight back as his ass was fucked from behind, bringing back to light all
the times he allowed Richard to fuck him during drug deals [in his
girlfriend's bathroom, at work, and in the drug dealer's own home]. Devon
couldn't help feeling guilty for allowing his old dealer fuck him, despite
having a serious relationship with Theo. Devon knew him taking this fucking
somehow evened up the score between Richard and Theo [or at least he HOPED
so].
	Devon braced himself against the back wall while Richard fucked,
holding onto his hips as he drilled his pelvis into his ass like a worker
man. Devon could feel the fuck thrusts coming faster and stronger, a sure
indication that the fucker was getting close to dumping his load. He could
feel the steely hard dick inside him swell, then felt it jumping and
jerking wildly as it filled his anus full of hot creamy cum. Richard Wedlaw
groaned out loud as he came, crashing his pelvic bone into Devon's ass as
he unloaded his entire wad inside him.
	Devon hoped THAT would be the end of their encounter, but he was
wrong. Richard Wedlaw stayed inside him for a moment until he finally
yanked his half-hard dick free. He reached around Devon's waist and fumbled
for HIS erection, gripping it in his fist...


"Fuck ME now...!" he ordered, spinning around and presenting his own ass
for fucking.


"Huh...?" asked Devon, definitely HEARING THINGS as he slowly turned around
to find Richard bent over presenting his ass...


"Hurry up man..., fuck me!" ordered Richard.
	Devon was at a loss for words. In all his encounters with Richard
Wedlaw, the option of fucking HIM never came up. Devon still wasn't
completely sure he heard correctly, even as he now stood behind the bent
over male. It wasn't until Richard reached back behind himself with both
hands and pulled his own ass cheeks apart [revealing his tight hairy
asshole] that he finally realized what the man wanted.
	Stepping in close behind, he spit into his hand and used the saliva
to lubricate the head of his dick, then aimed it up between the well spread
cheeks and pushed in.


"UHHHH..." grunted Richard as the dick moved into him.
	Devon felt the tight anal ring clamp down around his dickhead
before sucking the rest of his swollen shaft inside. Soon he was grinding
his hips against the drug dealer's ass, churning his meat around inside
him.


`WOW!' –he thought to himself, unable to believe he was balls deep
inside the man that physically abused him, then left him for dead in his
car after an overdose on drugs!
	Richard released his ass cheeks as they too clamped down around the
base of Devon's rod. Devon reached down and grabbed ahold of Richard's
waist as he started thrusting in and out of him. "Oh god..." he groaned,
feeling the tight hole stranglehold his dick as he pulled backwards in
withdrawal motion. Richard's hole grew tighter, clamping harder in refusal
to let the prick go. Devon felt the sphincters clamp down behind the crown
of his dick, trapping it inside before he started to push forward, burying
his rod again as it pushed all the way back up inside.


"YEAH...!" shouted Richard, loving the feel of the dick pushing back inside
his hole. He wiggled his ass a little as Devon planted himself to the root,
once again grinding against his ass.


"Fuck, you're tight..." he moaned to himself as he pulled back and began
fucking.
	Richard held onto the stall door as he pushed his ass back for more
fucking, suddenly obsessed with having DICK inside him. Devon was barely
able to hold on as he fucked. Soon he was slamming his hips into the drug
dealer's ass, sending his pelvic bone crashing into his ass with every
thrust, driving his dick inside. Richard groaned aloud as he took the
fucking, his tight hole massaging the shaft with pulsing grips. Devon knew
he wouldn't be able to last long with the asshole sucking his dick like a
hungry mouth. He pushed Richard up against the stall door and started
fucking harder, driven mad with lust as he pounded his buttock with deep
strokes.


"Fuck me, man! Yeah! Uh...! Uh...! Uh...! Uh...! Yeah...! Like that! Yeah!
Fuck that ass, man! Give me that nut! Cum in my ass!"
	Devon couldn't help but notice his dick sliding in and out of
Richard's ass pretty smoothly considering they didn't have any
lubricant. Devon knew the only thing that saved HIM when Richard fucked him
without lube was that his asshole had had a lot of fuck practice with the 2
dicks he had at home, however it was obvious that Richard's hole wasn't
quite as open as his. That's when Devon looked down and noticed his dick
shaft coated in someone else's sperm. Rich had been butt fucked by someone
else prior to this. The fact that he already had someone's nut packing his
ass yet wanted more cum inside him made Devon's mind heavy with lust as he
fucked harder to give the dealer what he wanted.


"I'm about to CUM...!" he announced, unable to keep the pace for long.


"YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME!" insisted Richard, pushing his ass back to meet the
thrusts.


"Oh fuck...! AARRRHHHHH...!!" yelled Devon, shoving all the way in and
losing his load. "AARRHH FUCK...!" he cursed, coming hard as he ground
against Richard's backside. Richard leaned against the door, pushing his
ass back into Devon's groin and milking his dick shaft with his anal
muscles. He could feel the dick throbbing inside him, filling his gut with
warm seed. It instantly took him back to his rape, reminding him of the
moment when Theo came inside him, stealing his anal virginity!
	Devon slumped out of Richard, stumbling backwards as he bent
forward to retrieve his pants. Richard had another hardon, as he switched
places with Devon towards the back of the stall where he took a seat on the
toilet to jack off in private. Devon watched Richard stroking himself for a
moment [trying to decide rather he wanted to help him out or not?], then
opted to leave as he was already late getting back to work.
	He opened the stall door and stepped out, only to come face to face
with his male supervisor. The 2 men said nothing as they stared at each
other in shock. The supervisor noticed Devon fixing his fly, as Devon
noticed the large bulge tenting the man's pants...
	Without saying a word between them, Devon stepped aside and
motioned for the supe to enter into the stal he just vacated. The older man
reached down and rubbed his manhood before venturing inside [closing the
door behind him]. Devon walked to the sinks and washed his hands. Looking
back at the stall, he noticed the supervisor's pants hitting the floor,
then he noticed Richard turning around to face the toilet, obviously
presenting his ass for MORE fucking. Devon contemplated sticking around to
watch his supe fuck his ex-drug dealer, but opted not to as he headed for
the door. As he was leaving he could hear Richard already starting to grunt
as the supervisor began fucking him from behind...



______________________________________ Written by Eugene Marvin aka
NPhillydogg@aol.com Email me with questions and comments, or hit me up on
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	Richard Wedlaw sat back on the toilet at Quest Diagnostic's
Insurance Division, stroking his dick after just getting fucked by someone
he once considered his `bitch'. Richard could feel Devon's cum already
beginning to leak from his well fucked hole as he stroked himself with his
pants down around his ankles.
	He closed his eyes and began daydreaming about getting fucked by
Theo [Devon's boyfriend and roommate], recalling how he'd just [a few hours
ago] forced himself on him while Theo worked in his auto shop. He loved
having control over the muscled bodybuilder, making him submit to his whim
[even if it had to be by gunpoint]. He rode Theo's big fat dick after
handcuffing his wrists behind his back and blindfolding him so he couldn't
see who he was. Richard was sure Theo wouldn't want anything to do with him
had he knew WHO he was, so the only way to insure he'd get to feel that
amazing tool inside him again was to TAKE it.
	Richard was re-living how it pulsed and throbbed inside him as it
filled his rectum with cum, when he heard the stall door opening before
him. Opening his eyes, he saw a 30 yr old male walking into his stall. At
first Richard thought it was security finally coming after him, but then he
noticed the slacks, shirt & tie, AND the tenting bulge in his pants...


	30 y/o Christopher Baily walked into the restroom looking for an
employee. Devon Dorell had disappeared from his cubical longer than his 15
minute bathroom break allowed. Christopher never really had much trouble
out of Devon, and went into the restroom to check up on him more than to
retrieve him. But upon entering, he could hear the unmistakable sounds of
someone having sex.
	He quietly closed the door behind him, then crept inside to see if
he could decipher who it was? Bending low to the ground, he glanced under
the stall doors to see two sets of male feet and drooping trousers, as well
as two distinctive male [moaning and groaning] voices. From the looks of
it, it seemed that Devon was standing behind another male, most likely
fucking him up the ass. Christopher stood up, unsure what to do or how to
feel about this situation, when he suddenly heard the stall door
open. Christopher stood in shock as Devon walked out fixing his pants. The
two men stared each other in the eye, before Devon suddenly stepped aside
and motioned for him to pass by and go into the stall next.
	Christopher had no idea WHO else was in the stall, as he
absentminded reached down and caressed the hard-on tenting his crotch.


	Christopher ventured into the stall to find a stranger sitting on
the toilet [his pants down around his ankles] jacking off. Christopher
didn't know what to expect [having never fucked around with a man before],
when Richard suddenly leaned forward and started to fondle his erection
bulge. Chris's first reaction was to turn around and walk out, but he
hadn't had any attention to his dong since his girlfriend cut him off
sexually due to her monthly period. While Christopher was grateful that she
HAD her monthly [no children in sight just yet], he hated not being able to
fuck while she suffered through it.
	Richard unzipped his pants and freed his erection, stroking it in
his hand. Chris was hoping for at least a blow job [having heard rumors
that men gave better head], when the stranger suddenly got up and turned
around, showing him his ass. Chris was just about to pack his dick and back
out, when Richard reached back and physically spread his ass cheeks,
exposing his fuck-hole. Chris could clearly see the cum trail oozing from
the freshly fucked ring. He hadn't fucked anything in 3 days, and his dick
was practically aching to slide into something tight and wet, so he stepped
up behind the stranger and pushed his dick into his ass.


"OHHH..." groaned Richard, stroking his dick harder as the new prick moved
into him.
	Christopher grabbed the slim guy around the waist and pulled his
ass back onto his dick, sheathing his entire shaft into his hot wet
hole. He could feel the slick cream of Devon's cum lubing his dick as he
started to slide through. His dick bricked harder at the thought of fucking
through another coworker's load, as he started thrusting back and forth.


	Christopher couldn't believe this was happening to him. At work,
--in broad daylight. Nothing like this had ever happened to him
before. Neither man spoke to one another. Neither knew each
other. Christopher never pictured himself having a sexually tryst with
another guy, yet somehow knowing 2 guys were getting it on in one of the
stalls [especially someone he knew], spoke to his freaky nature. So while
he might not have never tried anything sexually with another guy under
normal circumstances, the situation here presented itself [aligning the
moon with mars] perfectly, making it difficult to say `no' to.
	Chris couldn't believe he was sliding his bare dick up a male
stranger's raw ass, but he also couldn't believe how great the tight
gripping asshole felt wrapped around his dick. He held onto the man's waist
while he fucked into his ass, thrusting into his backside as he sawed his
way in and out of his gripping butt.


"Damn..." he moaned to himself as he watched his dick disappear up the
stranger's ass. He'd heard about guys fucking, having had a bisexual friend
who bragged about busting `straight' ass all the time, but Christ never
thought HE'D have HIS dick rammed up some dude's ass [believing only gay
dudes practiced such behavior], yet here he was, with no intentions on
stopping until he flooded the punk's ass with his nut!
	He reached up and gripped Richard by the shoulders, getting a
better grip as he pounded his ass from behind. Richard braced one hand
against the back wall while jacking himself off with the other. This was
the third fuck up his ass today, each fucking opening his man-hole deeper
as the fuckings became less painful and more erotic.


"URRHHH...!" grunted Richard, shooting cum all over the toilet seat beneath
him.
	Having cum twice already today, only droplets of cum splattered
against the toilet seat as his asshole tightened and clinched around
Chris's thrusting manhood.


"SHIT...!" surprised the supervisor, not expecting the pulsating action
erupting around his prick as he continued to thrust through the convulsing
hole. Having just cum, Richard started to get up and END the fuck
session. However Chris was still working his way to orgasm, and roughly
shoved the drug dealer back up against the wall as he resumed pounding his
ass...


"Naw dude..., you're not going nowhere until I cum next...!" he warned,
doubling his fuck pace.
	Richard didn't fight back as he just bent back over and surrendered
his ass, feeling as if he had no choice but to let the `straight' guy
finish. Just feeling as if he had no choice but to submit to this new guy's
sexual whim, caused his dick to start hardening again...
	His mind was taken back to the time when Theo Jones took his
manhood, strapping him down to a gurney in an abandoned part of the
hospital Devon was taken to during his overdose, then shoving his oversized
dick up his virgin asshole, MAKING him take his first ride despite his
fears and protests. To this day Richard still got aroused whenever he
thought about how helpless he felt lying on the gurney getting butt fucked,
staring up into the angry eyes of the man deflowering him.
	He felt that way again as the new guy currently fucked him from
behind, --refusing to let him go until he nutted in his ass. Just knowing
what might happen if he tried to refuse getting fucked made his dick brick
rock hard. He could feel the 8.5" dick sliding through him, fucking deep
into his cum lined rectum.


"Shit man..." moaned Chris, feeling his orgasm suddenly upon him as he
rammed the vulnerable backside as hard as he could for the next 20 strokes
or so... "...I'm gonna CUM...!" he warned.


"Give it to me motherfucka...!" shouted Richard over his shoulder, wanting
it ALL inside him.


"Take it, bitch...! AARRHHHHHH...!!" yelled Chris, shoving all the way in
before unloading.


"AWW YEAH...!" groaned Richard, feeling the supe force him up against the
wall as he emptied his balls into his ass. "Give it to me, man! YEAH!"
	Chris jerked and convulsed behind Richard, his pubic bone plastered
against the stranger's bare ass as his dick pulsed and pumped fresh semen
straight into him. Chris slumped over Rich's back, suddenly exhausted as
his physically strength depleted along with his orgasm.
	He pulled out of Rich's ass, his softened dick falling limply over
his ball sac. Resting against the stall door for a moment to catch his
breath, he watched the stranger slowly retrieve his pants, pulling them up
over his ass as if nothing happened [as if he hadn't just been butt fucked
by 2 men]...


"What's your name...?" asked Chris, pulling his own pants up after whipping
his cum soaked dick clean with toilet paper.


"Rich...!" answered the dealer, opting to give his real name.


"I'm Chris...I work here...!" said the supervisor, shaking hands. "You ever
do this kinda thing before...? Get fucked by guys in the men's room
stall...?"


"Naw..." answered Richard, feeling the cum starting to ooze from his
ravished hole. "...this my first time doin' any shyt like that...!"


"Listen..." said Chris, tucking his white shirt into his pants. "...I have
a friend who's bisexual..., I'd LOVE to set something up with him and a few
of HIS friends if you're willing to stop by and get fucked some more...?"
	Richard thought about it for a minute..., the idea of getting
fucked by straight dudes becoming appealing to him...


"Aiight..." he agreed, wondering what it'd be like to be gang banged?


"Cool..." said Chris, pulling his cell phone from his shirt pocket.
"...what's your number...?"