Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 18:07:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: potential-42

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-42


Pt-1
NEW YORK


	The first month in New York was a hectic one! All working the same
job with essentially the same hours, Flex and his roommates had to work out
a planned schedule for bathroom usage, giving each other only 10 minutes at
a time to shit, shave, and shower before making room for the next man!
	They all carpooled into the office, where they stopped for coffee
and danishes before heading into work. As the newest member to the design
firm, Flex was assigned as an assistant to one of the company's busiest
workers, --Mathew Walker! Mathew was a 35 y/o New York designer in high
demand from celebrities and prominent businessmen looking to impress with
upscale designs in homes and offices! Mathew was hell to work with, always
yelling and screaming and threatening his assistants with firings! Most of
the assistants ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, but Flex
was always calm and cool, listening to what Mathew wanted and tossing in a
few fabrics of his own choice [just for kicks]. Flex looked at Mathew as a
drama-queen or a women, knowing how fickle some of them could be! Flex knew
better than to rationalize with females, particularly if they were
suffering from their periods! He put Mathew in the same category, enabling
them to work well together.


	Mathew didn't think much of Flex at first glance. Sure he was cute
[sexy even], but he was straight [or seeming straight], and most straight
guys had no clue about colors schemes and fabrics. He never expected Flex
to last longer than a week, having seen men like him get chewed up and spit
out like used bubblegum. But there was something different about Flex,
something charming in a way. He was quick on his feet! Mathew enjoyed
having him around, not just to look at [even though he thought Flex wasn't
bad on the eyes], but because he seemed hungry to learn!
	Flex quickly became one of Mathew's top go-to guys when he needed
fabrics carried and colors coordinated!


	After work the roommates would meet up at a Manhattan bar for
drinks with friends before heading home or going out. Sometimes the party
would spill over back at the apartment, with 5 to 10 guys hanging about
drinking, partying, or playing video games on the giant flat screen in the
living room [Greg's favorite past-time with friends]! With Flex's bedroom
loft just overhead, it was tough for him to get any sleep until the music
and games turned off and the guests went home!
	Occasionally [once in a while] when Greg's company would be playing
[the cult classic: Ninja Zombies Warriors-5], the stereo would be on and
the tv game would be loud, but the noise the guys usually make while
playing would quiet down. One time Flex got up to use the bathroom, but
when he got to the top step he saw Greg slumped down on the sofa with his
guest's head bobbing in his lap! Flex could see the friend's mouth
swallowing Greg's dick to the root and back as he sucked, with Greg's
boyfriend Joe [probably] asleep in the bedroom! Flex was about to back up
when Greg's eyes suddenly opened and the 2 men stared directly at each
other! A second later Greg grabbed the back of his friend's head and forced
his face down in his lap and came, grunting softly as he shot a huge load
down the back of the guy's throat!
	Flex disappeared back into his room!



Pt-2


"So...how're you liking your first full month at Divine Fashions...?" asked
Flex's roommate [Alan], chopping fresh lettuce for a salad to go with the
lasagna cooking in the stove.


"It's fly..." said Flex, sitting on one of the stools surrounding the
island counter separating the kitchen from the living room [his back to the
living room]. "...I'm not exactly DOING anything yet, except for carrying
heavy fabrics and running errands for Mathew...but its okay...!"


"And HOW do you like Mathew...?" asked Alan, looking up to catch Flex's
true facial expression in case he lied...!


"Now that's...a different subject...!" said Flex, not wanting to say
anything too bad about the man he worked with [in case this was a setup by
Mathew to learn his inner thoughts about him...?].
	Alan smiled...


"It gets easier..." he admitted as he threw all the ingredients' for the
salad IN together. "...Mathew likes to break IN the new guys by running
them ragged...!"


"Yes..." agreed Joe, walking in from setting up the informal dining room
table. "...especially if he hasn't slept with you yet...!" he added with a
fairy-wink!


"He gets some kind of perverse kick out of it or something!" admitted Alan,
indicating that Joe wasn't joking! "You'll be okay."


"You just have to PROVE to him that you're worthy of working for him...!"
chimed Joe, pulling the wine glasses down from the cupboards.


"And...HOW do I do that...?" asked Flex curiously, sampling the apple
slices hors'doeuvre.


"Well..." said Joe, hunching his shoulders, "...if all else fails, wipe out
that big cock of yours and slap it across his face...! He might like that!"


"How YOU know I gotta big dick...?" asked Flex.


"Are you kidding...?" asked Joe, "The way you flaunt that thing around in
your towel when you come from taking a shower...? Are you serious...?!"


"I'm covered up!" defended Flex.


"So are a pair of double-D tits, but you can't help but notice THOSE when
they bounce on by in a tight clinging blouse, can you?" asked Joe, taking
the glasses into the dining room...!


"Point taken." chuckled Flex, thinking about double-D breasts...! "But if
you think MY dick's big, you should see my roommate's back in Philly...!"
he added [immediately regretting it soon after].


"And how do YOU know how big your roommate's dick is back home in
Philly...??" questioned Joe, backtracking for the scoop!


"We did 3sums together..." admitted Flex, "...with FEMALES...!" he lied,
before anyone could ask!


"And you've never TOUCHED each other...?" asked Joe, "Or TRIED to...? Or
WANTED to...?" he inquired. "How BORING!" he added before completing his
task with the glasses!


"So you've NEVER done anything with another man...?" asked Alan curiously,
putting the wine on chill so they could be ready at dinner time.


"I...messed around...with a cousin when I was younger..." admitted Flex,
deciding to keep his bisexuality hidden for the moment.


"But you're NOT gay or bisexual...?" clarified Alan.
	Flex hesitated...


"I'm...open minded...!" was all he would commit to!


"Okay..." said Alan, wiping pretend sweat from his brow. "...we were all
wondering how you might feel about that...?" he sighed. "I mean, we're ALL
gay, in case you didn't know! We didn't know if you were going to be turned
off by that...?"


"No, naw...I'm not affected by it one way or another...!" said Flex, having
already figured most [if not all] of them were gay! "I respect anybody who
respects me! Point blank!"


"Words to LIVE by!" chimed Joe, dashing through for more glasses!


"Do you feel as if any of us have disrespected you...?" asked Alan,
curiously.
	Flex thought...


"Greg seems like he might have a problem with me...!" he said, thinking of
some of HIS comments since he arrived.


"Greg's bark is much worse than his bite...!" assured Alan.


"I'M Greg's boyfriend..." said Joe, proudly. "...and I can tell you first
hand that he's a little more than intimidated having another BLACK guy
living in the house...!" he admitted! "He's always been considered the
`edgy' one because of his ethnic side..., but honestly, he's about as
ethnic as Jimmy Fallon at a Luther Vandross concert!" he laughed. "He grew
up in a white suburb for Christ's sakes! YOU were edgy from the moment you
walked in the door in that tight wife-beater, those saggy jeans and
Jordan's! I think he was intimidated by you...! He's not as secure with his
nationality as YOU seem to be...! He never really knew his biological
father, so he never really got in touch with his black roots! He had an
identity crisis for years as a teenager, and went through a lot of ridicule
for being biracial!"


"So you can sympathize with his ordeal...?" asked Alan, hoping Flex would
understand?


"That's fucked up..." said Flex, wondering what it would feel like to be
the only black guy in a predominantly white neighborhood? "I never had to
prove I was black, because it's always been plainly obvious from the jump!"
he thought out loud. "I'll try to be a lil' more understandin' WHY he's the
way he is...!"


"We'd appreciate that." smiled Alan.


"What're we talking about girlss...?" asked Cody, walking in late as he
stole a piece of lettuce from the salad bowl and sat on one of the corner
stools...


"Greg's insecurities..." stated Joe [without batting an eye], heading back
into the dining room with the extra glasses.


"Ooooh..." responded Cody, "...do you have a few hourss to KILL...?" he
joked, sarcastically.


"Let's NOT Greg bash..." shouted Joe from the other room! "...isn't like
any of us aren't without problems of SOME sort of our own...!"


"Yess hon, we all agree...!" said Cody, shaking his head `no' and tossing
his cupped hand up to his lips as if Joe drank too much!


"How long've you all been friends...?" asked Flex, amused by their
friendships.
	Alan and Cody looked at each other as if to calculate the numbers
telepathically...!


"Well...Cody and I met 5 years ago at Divines..." he said, "...then we
bought this place with Joey about 4 years ago when he was dating that
Dentist..."


"Oh yess...BOB..." snarled Cody, rolling his eyes. "...never date a
dentisst..." he advised Flex, "...orthodonticss issn't the ONLY orifice
they drill at work...!" he added, suggesting the dentist chested on Joe!


"...then Joe started dating Greg shortly after HE started working there..."
continued Alan on course...


"So yall all been roommates for about 4 years...?" asked Flex.


"Well...Greg didn't officially move in until maybe 2 years ago...!"
corrected Alan.


"We figured if he wass going to be sstaying here all the time, he might ass
well be paying rent along with the resst of uss...!" reasoned Cody.


"So..." said Flex, fishing around. "...are yall all monogamous, or do yall
mess around...?" he added, trying to be discreet.


"Monogamous..." declared Alan, sternly! "...unless agreed otherwise...!" he
added afterwards!
	Flex looked confused...?


"You know, for SPECIAL occasions..." said Cody, "...birthdays,
anniversaries, hump day...!"


"Gay men are a lot less formal than straight couples when it comes to
sharing sex...!" said Alan, putting his arm around his lover.
	Flex looked the 2 feminine white men over carefully as they stared
back at him arm in arm...!


"Okay..." he laughed with embarrassment...! "...I'm really finding it hard
to figure out who's the TOP between you two...?


"What's THAT supposed to mean...?" asked Alan, acting insulted. "You can't
see ME topping Cody...?"


"Nope." answered Flex. "And I DEFINITELY can't see HIM topping YOU...!" he
added!


"He'ss calling uss lesbians...!" smiled Cody, placing his free hand on his
hip!


	About an hour later the dinner guests started to arrive. Flex
recognized a couple of them from the party at Mundays [last chap], and of
course Mathew [his boss] from work, but he also recognized Greg's friend,
the one that gave him head on the couch the other night while everyone else
was in bed! Greg gave Flex a knowing look, then smirked as he turned to his
boyfriend [Joe] and gave him a peck on the lips, confirming their
relationship!
	Some of the guests just finally wanted to see what Flex looked
like, asking if the rumors were true about black men being well endowed?
Mathew [especially] seemed to perk up with this conversation! "Well, we
KNOW the rumors don't apply to biracial men in Greg's case!" joked one of
the friends [the one Flex saw giving Greg head], getting a hateful look
from Greg!


"Fuck you, Oliver!" shouted Greg defensively, averting his eyes from Flex
as he [embarrassingly] downed the rest of his beer before going into the
kitchen for another...!


"Geez Joey, WHY is your man so sensitive..." laughed Oliver, "...it's not
like he's fully black!" he joked again, at Greg's expense!


"I bet HORATIO doesn't have that problem...!" said Mathew, sitting at the
end of the table, holding his glass up on honor of his newest coworker!
	Flex blushed.


"If he needs someone to measure him, I bought my ruler...!" said Oliver,
opening his mouth to indicate the depth of a ruler!
	After dinner everyone sat around in discussion. Being the new guy,
Flex felt less at home than the others, and shied away when he disappeared
upstairs in his room. He was lying down on his air mattress [looking at his
social sites] when Mathew wandered up to his room...


"Knock-knock..." said the older white man, simulating an invisible door!
Flex sat up on one elbow, wondering what his BOSS was doing in his
bedroom...?
	Mathew hunched over when he realized the ceiling was too low to
stand upright under! "Not a lot of room up here, is there...?" he asked,
carrying his drink with him. "Do you mind...?" he asked, suddenly realizing
[by Flex's confused facial expression] that he hadn't been invited in...!
Flex nodded his approval as Mathew started to look around...! "Not much of
a decorative eye..." he said, looking at the bare walls and lack of
furniture!


"Not much room TO decorate...!" responded Flex.


"Ah..." sounded Mathew, venturing closer to Flex's air mattress...! "...a
GOOD designer finds inspiration everywhere! There are WONDERS you could do
with this tiny space!"


"I'm..." started Flex defensively, unsure he should finish his
statement...? "...not sure..., how long I might be staying...!" he added,
reluctantly.


"Oh...?" said Mathew, feeling as if he might have stumbled onto
something...! "And does your..." he looked back, remembering there were no
walls keeping their conversation private...! "...roommates know you're
thinking of moving...?" he asked in a lower voice!


"No." answered Flex, honestly. "I'm not just thinking of moving from the
apartment..." he added, looking at his social site and missing his friends
back home...! "...I'm thinking of movin' back to Philly!"


"Oh...!" said Mathew, kneeling beside Flex as he balanced his drink in
hand. "I hope it's not nothing that I did to influence this decision...?"
he asked, knowing he HAD been hard on the boy!


"...no..." said Flex hesitantly, indicating a lie.
	Mathew reached out and touched Flex's leg...


"What if I promise NOT to be too much of a bitch at work...?" he asked.
	Flex looked down at the hand resting on his knee...! Mathew removed
it immediately, sensing Flex's awkwardness! "I could get you more
money...!" he offered reasonably, standing up [hitting his head on the low
ceiling]!


"Why do YOU want me to stay...?" asked Flex curiously. "You don't even seem
to like me that much...!"
	Mathew turned away, thinking...


"You show a lot of potential...!" he reasoned, feeling like a hunchback
bent over! "Most of the guys that work there are just out of design school,
or lack vision, or are just plain stupid when it comes to decorating!" He
turned back around and looked down at Flex, "But YOU show promise! You seem
to have an EYE for color schemes and textures...! I think with a little
more training under MY wing, and a lot more experience...you could be one
of the leading sort after designers in New York!"


"Wow..." said Flex, knowing that was high praise coming from Mathew [OR the
man could just be trying to get into his pants...]!


"6 months!" proposed Mathew! "Give us 6 months before you make up your
mind..." he suggested, "...and I assure you I'll have you designing for
your own clients!"
	Flex smiled...


"Okay." he said, stretching out his hand to shake! Mathew shook Flex's
hand, and nearly cringed when he felt the power of his handshake!



Pt-3


	The party ended with everyone going home, saying goodnight as they
ventured out into the New York air. Alan, Joe, and Cody rinsed the dishes
before packing them in the dishwasher, then started to clean up while Greg
played his video games!
	Flex came downstairs [shirtless in pajama bottoms] as he passed to
head for the bathroom...


"Come PLAY with me...!" called Greg, keeping his eye on the tv screen as he
killed as many zombie warriors as he could! "I could use the extra hands!"
	Flex looked around at the others in the kitchen, wondering WHO Greg
was talking to...? Alan and Joe silently encouraged Flex to play with Greg
so they could get to know each other better and possible END the uneasy
tension between them!
	Flex reluctantly took a seat beside Greg on the sofa!


"I never played this game before...!" he confessed.


"Nothing to it..." said Greg, tossing Flex a wireless controller. "...pick
which soldier you want to be at the bottom of the screen, then jump in and
start shooting everything in sight!" advised the biracial man, still
killing zombies and keeping his eyes glued to the screen!
	Flex started to select from the cast of 10 soldiers to choose
from. "The girls have better weapons, but they move slower and fall down a
lot when running..." explained Greg. "...the Chinese soldier uses mostly
knives and machetes, but the black guy has a bazooka!" Flex picked the
bazooka [a black metaphor], the popped into the game beside Greg as they
began firing on the ninja zombies, sending body parts fly everywhere!
	Alan, Joe, and Cody watched from the kitchen as the 2 minority men
got to know each other better, finally!


	For the next several days [every day after work], Greg and Flex
would rush home to continue playing, picking up where they left off by
saving the game's progress! Each level sent them deeper into game's
mystery, leaving them to figure out how to locate the source and finish the
game!
	Each night they'd play well past their bedtimes, the only two still
up at 2 in the morning! Flex noticed Greg seemed to act a little
`different' towards him now that they were game buddies. Instead of talking
DOWN to him, they'd talk about the game, and some of the cool features they
liked. While playing, their attentions were solely on the game, they didn't
talk about their personal lives, or work, or about their futures, they only
blew up things and shot a lot of zombies dead!


	One night while playing, Flex paused the game for a bathroom
break. When he got back, Greg was in the kitchen fixing them a snack and
getting more beer! Flex joined him as he leaned against the island
counter. "You play basketball...?" he asked, figuring he didn't, but hoping
he did so he could have a play partner!
	Greg looked over at Flex curiously...


"Why you ask that..., because I'm half black...?" he asked, suspiciously!


"Kinda..." admitted Flex. "...I figured I hadda better chance of askin' YOU
than Cody or Alan...!" he joked, causing Greg to snicker.


"No, I don't play ball...!" said Greg, answering the question. "I hate it
when people try to stereotype me...thinking I SHOULD be able to play
basketball...or I SHOULD be able to dance...! Not all of us were born in
the HOOD!"


"Well I guess I'm the walkin' talkin' stereotype inna flesh...!" admitted
Flex, holding onto the edge of the counted with both hands while leaning
against it backwards. "I play ball, I dance, I eat chicken, I loves me some
watermelon, and I can fuck with the best porn stars!" he bragged, getting a
sideways glance from Greg, whose eyes seemed to downcast towards his
crotch...!


"You CLAIM you're straight..." he said, placing the tops on the sandwiches
before licking mayonnaise from his thumb! "...yet you've been here a whole
month, and you haven't brought a GIRL home to fuck yet...! Why is that...?"
he inquired, staring Flex eye to eye!


"Do YOU have a theory...?" asked Flex, curiously.
	Greg paused...knowing this could go really well, or really
wrong...!


"I think you're gay..." he said, waiting for Flex's reply!
	Flex mulled the idea over...


"I don't see understand your conclusion..." he finally said. "...ain't like
I'm bringin' niggas home to fuck either...!"


"No...but you LIVE with 4 gay men...!" reasoned Greg.


"So...?" said Flex.


"Any of which I'm SURE you could have if you wanted...!" ventured the
biracial man.


"ALL of which are committed in relationships with their roommates...!"
reminded Flex!


"You SAW me the other day..." said Greg, reminding Flex of the night he
caught him getting head from Oliver! "...you KNOW I fuck around...!"


"What makes you think I want to fuck around with YOU...?" asked Flex.


"Because..." said Greg, stepping in closer as he dropped his hand into
Flex's crotch and squeezed his soft bulge! "...you didn't stop me that
night I sucked your cock on the couch when you first moved in...!"
	Flex said nothing in response as Greg started to undo his
sweatpants...


"I don't want to do anythin' to fuck up my livin' arrangements here..." he
said, knowing what might happen if Joe found out!


"Joe KNOWS I blew you..." informed Greg, before dropping to his knees...!
	Flex didn't know what to say, as Greg unfastened the drawstring on
his sweats, then pulled them down under his ball sac to reveal his low
hanging half-hard curve! Greg pulled at the dangling dick [like fruit from
a tree] until it started to grow and lengthen before his very eyes! Once
hard, he lifted it and began licking it all over, up and down the sides and
all about the head! Taking it into his mouth, he swabbed the head in his
oral cavity, bathing it thoroughly before stretching his full pink lips and
slowly sinking his hot wet mouth all the way down on the curved shaft!


"oh...fuck..." sighed Flex, throwing back his head in ecstasy as his rod
sank into Greg's warm throat! Greg pressed his face into Flex's groin,
burying his nose in his pubes as he comfortably ground his face about in
his privates, the handsome ball player's balls resting against his shaven
chin!


	Greg was a seasoned cocksucker from the suburbs of New York,
starting early at the ripe ole age of 9, trying to `fit in' with his white
counterparts who told him his HAD to suck cock in order to even be
considered one of them! So while his caucasian mother thought he was out
having fun and making new friends, Greg was in backyard alleyways and after
hours playgrounds learning the fine art of cuck sucking!
	As the only known biracial boy in town, word spread fast of his
soft full lips and warm throat, with the list of boys wanting to make
friends growing day by day! Sometimes Greg would spend hours on his knees
sucking cock, walking home with puffy pink lips and an extended belly full
of cum! Once the crowd of boys became too large for him to satisfy orally,
they opted to use his asshole as well, using only spit as lubricant before
ramming their teenage hard-ons up his unsuspecting ass! Greg tried to
scream out in physical pain when the first set of cock barreled their ways
into his virgin hole, battering his poor inexperienced rectum and leaving
him to walk `funny' for days! Greg never understood what his clueless
mother must have thought when she washed his underwear and found liquid
stains drying in the seat [Greg later determined that his mother HAD to
know he was out getting fucked, but never questioned him in a `don't ask
don't tell' policy]!


	Greg was at his neighbors' mercies for years, earning the title as
neighborhood cocksucker! Some of the adults even got IN on the act when
they stumbled across the boys getting sucked or fucking in their homes
and/or garages! One man in particular [who had been like a surrogate father
to Greg] found him sandwiched between his 17 y/o son and another boy one
day when he came home early from work! Opting to keep the incident quiet
[figuring `boys will be boys'], he pulled Greg aside one day while alone
and asked if he did those things voluntarily, or if he was being coerced?
When Greg admitted that he was having sex voluntarily, the man whipped out
his fat white cock and pulled the curly haired biracial boy's face in his
lap! `Then SUCK my cock, cocksucker...!' he ordered, stuffing his man sized
cock down Greg's 11 year old throat!
	Another incident involved a man his mother was dating! In fact, the
man only started dating Greg's mom to get to him! He would stop by the
house [early] to pick the mother up, and while she was upstairs getting
dressed, he'd be downstairs in the living room getting his cock sucked by
her son, using his hand to pump the boy's head up and down in his lap,
making him take the whole roll!
	Greg serviced many of the boys all through grade school! Some who
went off to college, or the service, or who had even gotten married and had
kids, would often come back for more head and ass whenever they were in
town! Greg had become such a good bottom that some of the `straight' boys
decided it was easier fucking him than nurturing a relationship with girls,
avoiding the complications of love by just fucking HIM instead!
	Greg didn't even begin to use his dick until he moved to New York
to go to design school!


	Flex felt Greg's face buried in his groin, then felt his throat
muscles rippling over his long curved shaft before tightening his lips to
withdraw! Greg slid his hungry mouth back up the curved shaft until he was
sucking lusciously on the head! He hadn't had many chances to suck black
guys when he moved to New York, having mostly befriended white men! He had
no social skills when it came to talking to black guys, feeling awkward and
unsure around them, unable to relate to them having grown up in a different
environment! When he saw Flex passed out on the sofa that first night, he
knew that was his chance to act, figuring there might not be another
opportunity!
	Looking up over Flex's flat stomach, he reached up to push up his
wife-beater, wanting to SEE his fly physique! Flex felt Greg pushing at his
shirt, and voluntarily lifted it over his head [locking it behind his neck]
to show off his primed body! Greg took IN the sights as he reached up and
ran his light-skinned hands all over Flex's brown abs while going back down
on his dick, taking it all the way back into his throat!
	Flex grabbed the back of Greg's hand, following it as it roamed
over his flesh...!


"I ain't fucked inna month..." he informed as he looked down at Greg's head
buried in his pubic bush! "...might not take me but a minute to bust a
nut..." he admitted, shamelessly, "...especially with YUR mouth...!"
	Greg pulled back, holding Flex's dickhead in his mouth as he looked
up at him...


"Give me your cum, man..." he begged lustfully, suckling the crown!
"...then if you want to fuck afterwards...we can go up to YOUR room...!"
	Greg reburied his face in Flex's pubes as Flex started to think of
fucking Greg's ass! Looking down over his back, he could just see his booty
sticking outward while he bobbed his head in on his dick! Flex reached down
over Greg's back and forced his hand down into the back of his jeans,
feeling his bare buttock!
	Greg tilted his head sideways to keep sucking while he unfastened
his pants, letting Flex's hand slip further down his pants as his fingers
ventured into the ass crack, searching for the fuck-hole! Flex could feel
the well-used hole with his fingers, fitting two digits side by side in the
indented gap [an indication that Greg took a lot of dick]!


"Damn..." moaned Flex, standing upright as his dick started to pulsate
under Greg's expert suctioning! Greg could sense Flex's approaching climax
as he picked up the pace and started to suck harder and faster, driving his
mouth up and down the hard shaft as he took deep deliberate strokes with
his mouth!
	Flex alternated thrusting his hips into Greg's face [speeding his
dick in and out of his mouth], and allowing Greg to dictate the pace! Greg
slithered his tongue along the underbelly as he sucked, coaxing the thick
cum-tube [or urethra] as he bathed it with warm spit!
	Flex held onto the counter when he felt his orgasm hit...!


"Oh fuck..." he gasped as his dick started throbbing! Greg brought his hand
up and began to expertly stroke the curved shaft while suctioning with his
mouth [creating a suck funnel], pumping back and forth with sucking and
swallowing the throbbing shaft whole to the root! "...I'm comin'...!"
announced Flex, his muscular body trembling like an elderly man needing
assistance, his dick thickening and swelling...! "aarrrhhhhhhh...!!" he
grunted lowly [not wanting to alert anyone], the cum gushing from his
flaring head as it flooded into Greg's awaiting mouth!


	Greg felt the first splash of cum erupt from the dick, sending a
powerful rush of semen flooding into his mouth! Knowing the load would be
plentiful after a month of no sex, Greg removed his hand and took the
swollen prick back down into the confines of his throat and allowed it to
finish creaming! He could feel the big dick pulsating and spitting thick
spurts of cum down his esophagus, feeding him the nourishments he needed to
make him black!
	Flex bucked uncontrollably as he held onto the counter for support,
literally seeing stars from the intensity of his orgasm!


"Shyt man...yur da man!" he complimented, once his climax started to
subside!
	Greg milked the dick with his mouth and throat, pulling back along
the softening shaft to milk the last of the cum from the dying prick!


"Damn..." gasped Greg, swallowing hard...! "...that was a huge load...!" he
smiled, glad to have been the recipient!


"Told you it'd been a while...!" smiled Flex, tucking his prick back in his
sweats as Greg got up off his knees...!


"Doesn't have to be...!" he said, licking his lips...! "Still want to
fuck...?" he asked, mischievously!



______________________________________ Written by Eugene Marvin aka
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"Told you it'd been a while...!" smiled Flex, tucking his prick back in his
sweats as Greg got up off his knees...!


"Doesn't have to be...!" he said, licking his lips...! "Still want to
fuck...?" he asked, mischievously!


"You sure it's cool...?" asked Flex, seriously considering it!
	Greg stepped in closer, standing face to face! Flex wondered what
Greg was up to, when Greg [5'11"] suddenly grabbed the back of his head and
pulled Flex [6'1"] in for a kiss! At first Flex pulled back in resistance
[Greg had just taken his cum], but then gave in and allowed their soft lips
to touch! Greg sucked in Flex's lips as he tilted his head and leaned into
him! Flex took lead as his hands snaked about Greg's back and took two
hefty handfuls of his ass cheeks, pulling him in closer! Greg groaned
softly as Flex's tongue entered his mouth!


"How long'll take for you to get ready...?" asked Flex [heatedly], between
kisses!


"Only a few minutes...!" said Greg, feeling Flex's growing dick pressing
into him!


"Hurry up..." said Flex, breaking away, "...I'll be upstairs...!"


	Greg dashed into the bathroom [stripping clothes along the way], as
Flex saved the game where they left off, shut off the system, then took the
sandwiches and beer upstairs to his loft! Greg jumped into the shower and
began preparing for a good fuck! He knew Flex had a long cock, and knew he
had to wash DEEP to make sure there was no mess, using the shower
attachments to get the water into his colon!
	Flex was lying upstairs naked under the covers when Greg came
creeping upstairs! With nothing but a nightlight on, he ducked his head at
the top step, then crept over to Flex's bed and knelt down beside him!
Flex's dick was already tenting the bed sheet half covering him!


"I saw Mathew sneaking upstairs to your room earlier tonight..." he
whispered, groping the tented dick under Flex's sheet! "...I thought you
were up here fucking...!"


"Me and Mathew...??" questioned Flex, flabbergasted! "No! He definitely not
my type!"


"What is...?" asked Greg, moving in for another kiss as he pressed his lips
to Flex's and started suckling his tongue!
	Flex allowed Greg to kiss and grope him, as Greg pulled back the
sheet to stroke the bare cock underneath! Pulling away, he slipped down
over Flex's erection, then oval his mouth over the tip before lowering onto
it! Flex looked down over his chest to watch Greg's mouth sink down on his
dick again! The light-skinned man slowly sank about halfway before locking
his lips about the shaft and suctioning, bobbing his head!
	Flex reached down with his left hand and ran his fingers through
Greg's soft curly hair, pressing his head down lower to make him deep
throat! Greg followed Flex's direction and swallowed his cock to the root,
his neck ballooning to make room for the thick meat! Flex threw his head
back against his pillows and groaned, loving the way the throat felt
wrapped around his manhood! With his free hand, he reached between Greg's
legs [just under his hard 7.5" dick and dangling balls] and up the back of
his smooth perineum for his asshole!
	Flex's dick pulsed in Greg's throat when his fingers slid over his
anus!


"Mmmmm..." moaned Greg, already lubed as Flex's middle finger pushed
inside! He bobbed his head for less than 2 minutes, just wanting to make
sure the shaft was hard and wet before pulling off and straddling Flex's
waist!
	Flex held onto Greg's hips as he got into position on top of him,
waiting with anticipation as Greg reached back and grasped his prick at the
base before aligning it with his anus and pushing back on it!


"UHHH..." groaned Greg as the fat dickhead penetrated his anal ring! Flex
stared up into his handsome face [all scrunched up in a painful expression]
as Greg pushed back on it, slowly sinking the shaft inside!
	Flex's fingers tightened around Greg's hips as his asshole inched
down around his dick base, sheathing the entire rod inside!


"Give me a minute..." whispered Greg, as his body adjusted to the dick
invading him!


"Yur so HOT inside..." thrilled Flex, his dick incased in hot wet flesh as
it pulsed and throbbed with excitement!
	Greg ground his ass into Flex's pubes, stretching his hole around
the base before slowly pulling up, then sitting back down on it! Flex ran
his hands all over Greg's body, grabbing his hips and ass as he helped pull
the ass up off his dick, then let it sink back down fully impaled!
	Greg was 23, 5'11, 165 lbs with beautiful high yellow light-skin,
pink lips, hazel brown eyes, and short curly jet back hair! His chest was
lightly peppered with hair, as was his abdomen and his mostly smooth
asshole! Flex couldn't wait to SEE his dick moving in and out of the
biracial man's ass, stretching his ass cheeks around his brown curve!


	Greg rode Flex's dick carefully as his anus adjusted to the size!
Once he felt comfortable enough to take a deep fucking, he rose up into
squatted position [balancing on the air mattress on his feet], then started
lifting and lowering his widely spread ass up and down the hard shaft!
	Flex reached up and tweaked Greg's nipples, making him moan aloud
as he started to fuck himself harder! Flex lay there and allowed the man to
ride his dick until he couldn't take it anymore, reaching up to lock his
left arm around Greg's back to hold him in place while he lifted up and
gently pushed Greg backwards until he was lying on his back, his legs
pulled up in missionary position as Flex was now on top!
	Looking down into the handsome man's eyes, Flex started thrusting
back and forth through Greg's ass, sinking IN and pulling back as his big
thick prick ravished the soft sucking anus!


	Greg lay back comfortably as he gave Flex control, reaching down
between his legs to stroke his own hard dick as he slowly masturbated
himself! Flex's dick stretched his ass with just the right amount of pain
and pleasure his gut was looking for! He held his legs open of his own
accord, allowing the black man to fuck into him, driving his curved prick
through his milking rectum as he loosened his tightened his anal ring,
using the muscles to suck the shaft!
	Flex looked down between their clashing bodies in the dim light to
watch his dick disappear up Greg's spread ass! He loved the brown and
yellow contrast of their skin colors as his thick dick pressed and pulled
its way in and out of the pink hole, pulling some of Greg's interior flesh
out with his withdraws!


"Damn this ass's like pussy...!" he stated to himself in amazement! Of all
the men here, he never pictured Greg as a bottom, believing the stereotype
that he HAD to be one of the tops because he was black!
	He plunged his dick in and out of his hole, picking up speed and
strength as the ballooned mattress made loud fucking noises from their body
weights, telling tales to anyone within listening range! Flex knew the loud
mattress would be the death him of if one of the roommates [passing to use
the bathroom] overheard his mattress making loud farting noises up in his
room! He needed to change positions and fuck somewhere OFF mattress, but he
couldn't stop thrusting into the hot wet ass long enough to do what he
needed to, opting instead to keep fucking!


"Oh shit...!" gasped Greg, shooting cum all over his chest and stomach, the
creamy spurts landing in white succession along his skin!
	Flex fucked harder as he began to pulverize the asshole under him!
Amazingly Greg's well-used anus didn't tighten and squeeze like Devon's
usually did when HE came during sex [something Flex missed terribly],
instead it loosened more, becoming softer like pussy, allowing his dick to
ram through with absolutely no resistance at all!


"Oh FUCK man..., I'm comin' too...!" whispered Flex through grit teeth,
thrusting through a half dozen more strokes before burying his dick to the
hilt full force! "ARRHHHHH...!!!" he couldn't help yelling out loud as he
came, shooting another big load, this time directly into Greg's moist
center!


"Yes man! Give it to me, dude! Cum in me! Ooohhh fuck, I can FEEL that big
dick jerking wildly inside me...filling me up with your hot load! Ooohhh
fuck it feels good!  Yeah!" groaned Greg, loving how the twitching dick
felt in his male womb!
	Flex ground hard against his ass, making sure he got every ounce of
his love potion as it jumped and jerked and spit wad after thick creamy wad
into the milking entrails! Flex fell forward, completely depleted and
exhausted as his strength drained out of his body along with his sperm!
Greg lovingly stroked his sweaty back as he kissed Flex's muscled shoulder,
allowing the dick to finish its business!
	After a few minutes Flex pulled out, falling to one side of the
mattress...


"DAMN that was good...!" he sighed, his satisfied dick falling limply over
his thigh!
	Greg reached for the sandwiches and beer...


"No need to let these go to waste...!" he said, as the 2 men shared a brew
and a sandwich!