Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 12:49:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Floyd Fowler <domino992008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foxx Tale: Warren pt 1

This story contains nudity, adult situations and sexual acts involving two
males.  If you are underaged or opposed to reading writing involving such
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Category: Adult Friends


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Foxx Tales I - Warren

     Warren steps out the shower and begins toweling himself dry.  He wipes
the steam from the surface of the mirror with the towel before letting it
fall to the floor.  Warren frowns down at his small, toned frame in the
mirror.  He has to admit that he's cute enough with his hanging fro, light
toned skin, full lips and dark eyes.  That's the problem.  Warren found
himself hating the word cute.  Nobody called him handsome because that word
is reserved for muscular men who had hair.  Warren looks upon his smooth
hairless jaw line with an expression of defeat on his face.  His hand
glides down his also hairless small chest and abs causing his stomach to
tingle as smooth bare skin rubs against smooth bare skin.  Truth be told he
had grown his hair out just because he couldn't grow any chest, back or
facial hair.  In an attempt to cheer himself up he turns around and begins
admiring his pride and joy, his plump muscular ass.  He rubs his cheeks
sending a static tingle into his flaccid dick.
     A loud knock comes from the locked door as a deep sexy voice commands,
"Hurry up!"  Warren reluctantly picks up the pair of swimming trunks as the
sound of his room mate's voice sends another static tingle into his now
not-so-flaccid dick.  He ties the string to keep the shorts from sliding
down and exposing his bubble butt.  Then he takes one last look in the
mirror and pulls on his blue sweat suit over the swimming trunks.
     He opens the door and looks into his room mate's irritated eyes, "Damn
nigga i told you some girls was supposed to be at the pool."  Warren
suppresses the urge to sneer at the mention of the opposite sex.  He
doesn't have to try hard because his room mate, Foxx, had a voice that
could charm any snake... especially Warren's.
     Aside from that the man was "handsome".  His chestnut colored skin,
the hair lightly covering his back arms and chest, even his deep dark eyes
has Warren hanging off his every word.  Then his face, the dark freshly
shaved chin strap/mustache combo and low cut wavy hair had Warren wanting
to crawl into Foxx's bed every night they stayed together.
    "Warren?" Foxx says, his right eyebrow raised in confusion.  Warren
blinks twice, "huh?"  Foxx rolls his eyes, "Nigga do you listen to ANY
thing I say?"  That happened a lot.  Warren feels warmth flooding from his
chest to his cheeks as he says, "Sorry... so... um... what did you say?"
     "I said..." Foxx repeats slowly as if trying to explain physics to a
child, "...Don't do anything to make my auntie think we doing what we
doing.  I jus told her it was jus gone be us trying to cool off a little
okay..."  Warren nods, loving the sound of Foxx's voice while being
thankful that his erect dick points strait up, otherwise it would be
creating a perfectly visible dent in his pants.

     When they arrive at Foxx's aunt's house Warren can't help but gawk as
the beautiful Foxx smiles and lies through his teeth.  It's easy to see why
people trust him.  Foxx takes every precaution and considers every
possibility before he lies.  Two girls were supposed to be coming but only
after Foxx called them because his aunt might decide to come right back or
stay too long.  The girls already knew the deal, they may have to hide if
they hear a car pulling into the driveway.  It was all planed and backed up
so Foxx wouldn't get caught in a lie.  Since he is such a good liar it's
only natural they believed he didn't lie a hole bunch.  Warren would have
liked this if his lies didn't usually involve girls.
     Honestly Warren had never been with a girl before.  Whenever he and
Foxx went out he just politely told the girls he and Foxx attracted that he
wasn't interested.  He was Foxx's designated driver (side note: He loves
drunk Foxx because he's one of those happy drunks.  You know the kind that
will hug any and everyone especially their friends.) and Foxx's best
friend.
     So he figured that this girl wouldn't take it too personal when she
arrived and found him not interested.  Boy was he wrong.  When the girls
arrive Foxx greets them enthusiastically.  Warren guesses that they're
attractive.  They both were thick with long hair.  The same kind of girls
Foxx chased after in the bars.  Warren heaves a sigh as the women hug them
both before making small talk for a couple minutes.
     After finding out that Candy(Brunette) and Jenna(blond weave) were
their names the four retired to the pool.  Warren tries not to stare as
Foxx pulls off his t-shirt to expose his muscular chest with a pleasure
line running up his abs and flaring out across his chest.  They play
Marco-Polo (Warren won because he could always find Foxx's deep, "Polo"
even when he whispered).  Then they swim around, swatting at each other
with the pool kids' pool toys.  Then Foxx and Jenna leave to dry off and
find a room.  He gave Warren a sly wink as he took Jenna into the house.
     Candy (Not her real name, it's her ho name) swims forward.  He
backstrokes away.  She gives him an alluring smile and he looks away, "You
shy ain't you?" she asks.  Hopping for an easy out he allows the blush to
creep into his cheeks (He thinks about seeing Foxx naked which always sends
blood rushing to his face and "head").  He nods and gives his best "shy
smile".  Unfortunately she wraps her arms around him and says, "I like
that."
     She kisses him and he realizes that girls kiss WAY different than the
men he had kissed.  Maybe it's the fact that he's kissing a girl that makes
his lips move in a half heated fashion as his dick falls completely limp.
It could be the way she isn't passionate and lusty but coy and ready for
him to be that way.  She pulls away with a slightly agitated expression,
"What's wrong" She says being more patient than Warren wanted.
     He can't meet her eyes as he stammers, "Umm... I'm..."  She looses her
patience as his pause stretches on for a full minute, "You what? married,
taken, got aids, gay?"  Warren can't keep the fear of exposure out his eyes
as that last word falls out her mouth.  She just stares at him as he begins
denying the truth, a look of disgust forming on her face.  She just gets up
without a word and walks into the house.  Warren can feel the tears forming
in his eyes as what just happened plays over and over through his mind like
some demented video caught in a loop.
     A few moments later he hears Jenna cursing at Candy as she starts the
car and begins to drive off.  His heart leaps as he thinks for a moment
they didn't say anything to Foxx.  For a few moments he finds a new respect
for Candy... that is until he sees Foxx's face.
     The look Foxx gives him says it all.  He didn't look at him in that
oh-my-god-this-nigga's-a-fag way but more of the
i-didn't-even-know-you-was-into-that-shit look.  Warren's eyes begin to
sting as he pulls himself out of the pool to sit on the edge, ready to
leave if Foxx tells him to.
     Foxx slowly lowers himself into the pool from the opposite direction.
Warren refuses to meet Foxx's gaze as he slowly swims up to him.  The sound
of Foxx's body gliding through the water sends a shiver up Warren's spine.
Warren's stomach ties itself into knots as something less like butterflies
and more like wasps flutters around in his stomach.  Foxx clears his throat
and Warren blinks away the unshed tears and looks at him finally.
     "You wanna talk?" Foxx said in a worried voice.  Warren sighs.  He had
already thought Foxx would be cool with his being gay.  Yet he wasn't so
sure he'd be okay if he knew how Warren felt about him.  Foxx patiently
waits as Warren gives a weak smile
     "Sorry about..." Warren begins.
     Foxx rolls his eyes, "Maaaan.  Fuck that chick... are YOU okay?"
     Warren nods before bowing his head.  Foxx swims forward slowly until
he is in front of Warren's tightly closed legs.  Warren still refuses to
look at him, trying to concentrate on holding his legs closed so his
quickly hardening dick doesn't flick out and hit his stomach revealing to
Foxx just how gay Warren really is.  Foxx just looks up at him with a
mixture of sympathy and pity on his face.
     Then he places his hands on Warren's knees and gently forces them
apart.  Foxx doesn't look down as Warren's dick thump into his body as it
shoots strait up instantly.
     Warren's eyes widen as Foxx wraps him up in warm arms the way he does
when he's drunk.  Foxx's warm muscle etched arms pull him close.  He feels
the light prickle of Foxx's chin hair as he Foxx lays his head on Warren's
shoulder.  A single tear falls down Warren's face as Foxx hugs him tightly
while telling him, "Man it's alright... you still my boy.  Okay?"
     Foxx begins to pull away but Warren doesn't notice right away as he is
reveling in the feel of Foxx's hairy chest against his own.  Warren loves
the way his hard dick is being squeezed to his body after being freed from
his legs' painful embrace.  Yet once he realizes Foxx was pulling away he
drops his arms quickly and blushes again with the i-didn't-do-it look on
his face.  Foxx just looks at him for a moment before saying, "So
you... um... you like me?"  Warren feels the heat on his cheeks intensify
as he avoids Foxx's eyes again, unable to lie and unable to tell the truth.
     Then Foxx, who hasn't backed away from Warren's legs, takes Warren's
face in his.  He forces Warren to look at him for a few seconds.  He leans
in, closing the distance between their faces until they are no more than a
few inches away.  His strong hands cup Warren's face in a gentle but firm
way, not letting him move but not forcing him to be still, "Say it." Foxx
whispers.  Warren has to struggle to keep his voice steady and fails to
keep the longing out his low voice, "Say what?"
     Instead of answering Foxx gently pulls him into the pool.  As his feet
hit the smooth bottom of the pool he has to look up to maintain eye contact
with Foxx, who is a whole head taller than he is.  For a moment he just
stares up at Foxx, not willing to deny that Foxx was coming onto him but
not able to believe it either.  With his blushing face an inch from Foxx's
the two face each other in the chest deep water.  Foxx's arms wrap around
Warren.  He tilts his head up to kiss Foxx's full lips.  As he does Foxx
pulls him up into the air.  Warren's stomach lurches before Foxx is dumping
his madly struggling body into the water with a titanic splash.  Warren
barely managed to take a huge pull of air before being thrown into the
pool's watery depths.
     When Warren resurfaces he is surprised to find no one in the pool.
His confused expression becomes a look of surprise as a pair of shoulders
bump into the backs of his legs.  Suddenly he's holding onto Foxx's head as
Foxx stands propelling him skyward.  For a few moments Foxx allows Warren
to teeter totter on his shoulders.  Warren's dick has freed itself from his
shorts and Foxx's hair is prickling it's underside.  Then Foxx allows
himself to fall, throwing his weight backwards and flopping Warren's back
into the water.  Then Warren begins fighting back.
     In the pool the two boys wrestle as Warren tries to figure out what
was going on in Foxx's head.  Was he teasing him?  Was he just trying to
make Warren comfortable?  Could he be flirting?  Warren's lack of focus and
the fact that Foxx is both stronger and larger than him makes Foxx dominate
their wrestling match.  Warren is splashed, dunked and put into headlock
after headlock.  He laughs with a carefree heart and thinks about how much
more fun it would be if they were naked.
     Suddenly Foxx's strong warm wet muscular arms enfold around Warren's
midsection with his chest pressed firmly to Warren's back.  Warren freezes
as a fist sized lump presses against his ass.  The wrestling stops as Foxx
holds Warren.  Warren's dick pings painfully as Foxx's face hovers inches
away again, "I'm waiting..." Foxx says after a few moments.
     Warren turns his head and lifts his face, pressing his lips against
Foxx's.  Foxx's mouth opens to push his tongue into Warren's.  Warren loves
the way the cool water feels compared to the warmth of Foxx's body.  He
loves the way Foxx kisses him from behind while pulling his back tightly
into Foxx's chest until Warren can feel his heartbeat through his back.
The speed of Foxx's madly beating heart sends tingling chords of pleasure
into his back as he realizes Foxx is just as nervous as he is.
     Foxx's hands loosen and begin to rub Warren's abs while still kissing
him.  Warren gasps away from the kiss when Foxx's hands slide down to find
his dick and grips it into fists more powerful than Warren is used to.  The
three hand jobs he had gotten were from those tops who like guys bigger
than they were.  Warren had only settled for these small tops because he
was too chicken to say anything to a larger man who might fuck him up(no
pun intended).
     Warren leans his head back against Foxx's shoulder as the slightly
taller boy strokes up and down his seven inch length inside his swimming
trunks.  Warren's body quivers as Foxx rubs his quickly hardening rod
against Warren's ample cheeks.  Warren's lip finds its way into his mouth
and he bites down on it as his body is assaulted by an army of pleasure.
     He grinds his ass against Foxx's dick.  He feels Foxx reach around to
release his dick from his shorts and allow it to grow freely.  With his
eyes tightly shut Warren feels Foxx's manhood as it rises.  Warren is at
first pleased as it slides up his ass half way.  then it continues sliding
up as it hardens until it settles in the lower regions of his back.  Warren
can't believe Foxx is THAT big.  He's never taken anything that big before.
     Foxx stops stroking him and gently pulls his shoulder so that they are
face to face, "How long?" He asks.  Warren can't believe his ears, he can't
even think of Foxx as a bottom.  That would suck major ass, "Ummm I've
never measured before..."  Foxx chuckles, "Nigga I'm talkin bout time.  How
long you been... you know?"  Warren smiles, "I've never liked
girls... um... how about you?"  Foxx shrugs, "A few minutes I guess... sort
of just clicked."  Warren can't help the elated shiver running up his spine
as he listens to Foxx's voice, telling him that it was he, Warren, who
turned him out.
     "You lying." he says with his blush returning.
     "Nah... You see what had happened was i wasn't getting hard with that
chick.  I NEVER have that problem unless you in the house.  Then Candy
bitch ass came in and said she got the gay one." He hooks his finger around
the waistband of Warren's swimming trunks, "At first i was a little mad,
but you know i got other gay friends, and a cousin.  So i was thinking
about how you felt and i decided to come out here and talk to you.  Then i
got out here and you looked at me... i guess that did it."
     Warren can't help the smile pulling his mouth into his lopsided grin,
"Wow... i should look at you more often.  Now tell me the truth you ass."
     Foxx scratches his head, "Okay, okay... i was curious... been curious.
I ain't did nothing but i wanted to.  I figured as long as i don't do
anything I'm not... you know, gay or anything, know what i mean?"
     Warren nods slowly.  He had felt the same way before Charles (short
top, his first boyfriend).  Foxx looks down on him with a mixture of
curiosity and confusion.  Warren takes his hands and places them on Foxx's
waist.  Foxx gives Warren his favorite lopsided smile, the one he had seen
him use to charm the womenfolk out their panties over and over.  He leans
forward, pulling the hooked trunks down.  Warren steps out one leg then
lifts his leg for the other.  Foxx catches his leg before it falls pulling
it to his hip.
     "So... you're a bottom... right?"  Warren nods before Foxx fills his
mouth with his tongue again. Foxx pulls Warren into his arms.  The water
makes Foxx's body feel slick as Warren wraps his legs around Foxx's waist.
Warren revels in the feel of Foxx pressing his lips roughly against his.
Suddenly his back hits the edge of the pool, right between the twin posts
of the steel ladder.  Foxx pushes himself out of the water, pushing
Warren's back onto the smooth marble surface around the pool.  The water
drips from Foxx's body leaving a puddle of water around them.
     Foxx's erect dick lies on top of Warren's.  He looks down to see a
massively thick eleven inches pressing against his own less impressive
seven inches.  Warren moans softly as Foxx reaches around and pulls his
downward curving dick strait against Warren's upward curving one.  As he
presses both dicks together Warren convulses slightly.  Warren's eyes roll
back as Foxx's rough hand strokes up and down while pressing their dicks
flat against each other.  He humps into that hand, rubbing his underside
against Foxx's, enjoying the feel of Foxx's sack sitting heavily on his
own, almost enshrouding them.  Warren jerks once, twice.  Foxx then
releases the dicks but continues to hump his against Warren's as his now
free hands rubs Warren's thigh.  Warren presses his body against Foxx's has
he feels Foxx's fingers rubbing the surface of his hole.
     Foxx's questing figures slip into him.  He can tell by the look on the
top's face that he's surprised by how easily his fingers sink in.  First
one then two then he stuffs a third finger into Warren.  Foxx looks
engrossed as if he's enjoying the look and feel of Warren's pucker.  Warren
can't help but feel his heart flutter as Foxx marvels at his ass.  It
causes a smile to form on Warren's face until those fingers hit the little
internal hot spot, "What's this?" Foxx asks as he feels around it.  Warren
gasps and grinds his ass against Foxx's hand, "Maaaan do that some more."
Foxx's expression becomes speculative, "Is this your man-clit?" he asks in
a joking manner.  Warren smiles, "Yeah... i guess you could say that."
     Warren releases a loud moan as Foxx's fingers pull out and push into
him striking his prostate over and over with perfect aim, "Shiiiiit" is
pushed out of Warren's mouth as Foxx teases him, "You like that... imagine
how much you'll like the dick... all you gotta do is ask."  Warren nods as
lusty moan is released from his lips.
     "What?" Foxx starts his power trip.
     "Pleeeeeaaase" Warren wines as Foxx continues to dry hump and finger
him.
     "Please what?" Foxx says as he jams his fingers into Warren even
harder.
     "Shit nigga fuck me!" Warren snaps
     "You can ask better than that." Foxx says while twisting his fingers
on Warren's "man-clit"
     "Pleeeaase fuck me pleeeease." Warren begs.
     Foxx smiles wide and extracts his fingers, "Now was that so hard?" he
asks as he strokes his dick.  Warren can't believe it was so easy for Foxx
to get the bitch out of him.  He had never begged for dick, and never
whined during sex.  Yet Foxx's fingers had felt so good that he had done
both in the space of two seconds.
     Foxx pulls him back between the steps of the ladder into the pool.
Warren looks down, watching as Foxx positions his dick near his entrance.
The pit of his stomach begins to stir as he watches that thick monster inch
closer and closer.
     As the plum shaped head pushes against his ass Warren attempts to
relax.  Even though he's taken dick before as Foxx pushes into him Warren
releases a loud yelp and jerks away instinctively as the pain shoots
through his ass like a knife.
     "Shit nigga... Damn!" Warren yells
     Foxx rolls his eyes, "What?  Is this yo first time or something?"
     "Hells naw... that shit is too big."
     Foxx's brows pull down, "The fuck you want me to do about that?"
     Warren calms down, remembering that this is Foxx's first time with a
guy, "Go slow... okay? Let me get used to..." he reaches down to wrap his
fingers around Foxx's thick rock hard monster, "...this."  Foxx then pushes
up to Warren's hole again.
     This time he starts out rubbing Warren's entrance with his dick.  He
looks up to gauge Warren's reaction [quick learner] Warren thinks as he
bites his lip waiting to be impaled again, and hoping he wouldn't scream
like a bitch this time.
     Warren moans as Foxx's dick pushes into him.  He squirms as it widens
his asshole to a width it's never been able to stretch before.  Pain and
pleasure hit him like twin tidal waves.  For a moment he can't believe
he'll be able to take this monstrous snake slithering through him without
screaming.
     "Wow..." Foxx whispers as he gazes upon Warren's face.
     "What?" Warren asks, concentrating on relaxing as his ass is stretched
to accommodate Foxx's dick.
     "You really like this don't you?"  Warren nods in response as Foxx
begins to withdraw.  Warren gasps, squirms and moans like a whore as Foxx
slowly pushes forward once again.  A sharp intake of breath fills his lungs
with air, Foxx withdraws making his newly stretched ass feel empty.  A few
more slow thrusts and withdrawals send Warren's mind into pure lust mode.
     "Faster." Warren pleads.
     "You sure?" Foxx asks, remembering Warren's warning.
     "Hells yeah." he wines.  He can tell Foxx likes to be begged and
pleaded with.  He likes to be in control, and Warren likes to be dominated.
He likes for a man to tell him to do this and that, he loves for a man to
tell him to do it anyway when he protests.  He may not wine and shit but he
loves to be dominated.  A man that makes him feel loved while dominating
him would find Warren to be the best fucking boyfriend in the world.  So as
Foxx takes that first experimental fast thrust Warren gasps in euphoric
delight.  Foxx withdraws slowly then his hips crash back into Warren's
hole.
     "Dayum." Foxx whispers as he watches Warren twitch and moan under him.
     "What?" Warren whispers back, impatient for Foxx to continue.
     Foxx thrusts forward hard, "You look... good."
     Warren grits his teeth as the painful pleasure rips through him.  Foxx
remains motionless inside Warren for a few seconds.  Then Foxx says
something else that sends a shiver down his spine and a fluttering into his
heart.
     "Beautiful." Foxx amends as he leans down and plants a kiss on
Warren's lips.  Warren kisses him back for a few seconds until Foxx begins
working his hips again.  Foxx continues to rub his tongue and fuck his ass
in perfect unison.  The sound of Foxx's flesh smacking against Warren's ass
fills the air.  Warren bites his lip and wears a blissful grimace as Foxx
saws in and out of his ass, aiming for his "man-clit" That long dick pounds
into him sending shock waves of blissful agony the likes of which he has
never experienced before.  His body grinds against Foxx's thrusts causing
their bodies to slap together even harder.  Foxx's thrusts stop suddenly.
     "Get in the pool." Foxx's command sends a visible shutter through
Warren.
     "Why?" Warren asks, testing Foxx to see if he will take the bait.
     He does, "Get in the fucking pool." He says as he withdraws his dick
form Warren, "Now!"  Warren just grins as Foxx backs away and waits for his
order to be followed, "You're really... something." he says as Foxx pulls
his legs onto his shoulders.
     Warren grabs the stair rail as Foxx pulls him up.  Foxx just looks
down concentrating on pushing into Warren before saying, "Hell yeah." as
his hips slam into Warrens causing the water to splash.  Warren holds onto
the rail for dear life as Foxx begins slamming his ass over and over.
     Warren's eyes roll up into his head as Foxx grabs his waist and shoves
his dick in harder and harder until he reaches top speed.  His head bucks,
before his arms push him into Foxx's slams.  Foxx's smile is triumphant and
Warren knows that they're going to do this again.
     "Whose ass is this?" Foxx says, enunciating each word with a thrust.
     Warren answers, "Nnnnnnnmmmm."
     "What?" Foxx says, not slowing in the least.
     "Yours." Warren squeaks out as his dick begins to dance in place.
     "Huh?" Foxx says, bending Warren's legs back
    "YOURS!" Warren yells at the top of his lungs.
     "Damn Right." Foxx agrees.  He then pushes all eleven inches into
Warren with that lopsided smile on his face.  Warren shutters as Foxx
grinds that dick around in him, stirring his insides into a frenzy.  Foxx's
hands pull on Warren's shoulders as he grinds into him as if trying to
become one person connected by pelvis and ass.  Warren looses his head as a
familiar sensation grabs hold of his stomach.  A pumping feeling
originating from his ass and ending in his dick pulses like a heartbeat.
Foxx's hips rise and fall and Warren bursts.  Five long ropes of cum fly
onto Warren's stomach, lips and right next to his tightly shut eyes.
     As Warren paints his outside with his own semen he feels his ass
constricting around Foxx's monster.  Foxx's moans fill the air as his sac
constricts, emptying his balls of cum.  Warmth floods Warren's insides as
Foxx gives his last deep penetrating thrust.  Warren shutters as the huge
lode fills him and overflows into the pool.
     Foxx's warm arms pull Warren up.  He licks the glob of jizz out of
Warren's eye.  Warren opens his eyes to see Foxx's lopsided smile return in
full force before his own smile stretches out on his face.  Their breaths
come out in ragged huffs as they just stare into each other's eyes.  Foxx
chuckles as Warren wraps him up in his arms.  Warren can't believe he had
came so much at once.  Foxx squishes the semen to his chest and holds
Warren there as he kisses down his neck sending little electric tingles
into his body with each press of his lips.  He stands and a familiar dull
ache fills his lower regions.
     They both use the water to clean the semen from their chests and
Warren's face and Warren's ass.  They begin to converse as they find their
towels and begin to rub themselves dry.
     "So?" Foxx asks
     "So?" He's confused
     "How was i?" Foxx asks.
     Warren is silent for a moment.  This was too much, Foxx was asking if
HE had enjoyed himself.  Warren starts to sit, "Hell SSssssss" Is all he
can say.  As he had flopped down on the lawn chair a sharp pain had made
itself known.
     Before he can try to answer again Foxx is kneeling in front of him
with a worried expression, "What's wrong."  He says as he places his hand
on Warren's thigh.
     Warren just begins beaming, "Nothing... Nothing at all." With that he
reaches down and pulls Foxx's lips to his.  He had never felt so happy in
his life.  Looks like nights in the apartment are going to be a lot
more... interesting...