Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2001 19:27:30 -0800
From: scedmark <scedmark@email.msn.com>
Subject: work friend

This story starts off with a knock at my door at around 1am.

    It was a buddy of mines from work, Darryl. We'd just been out throwing
back a couple of drinks earlier in the day after work on payday. (which was
a thursday for us) Darryl was a kewl kinda brutha. He knew I was gay, but
didn't worry what our co-workers thought about him hanging around with
me. " Fuck em" he'd say, " none ov them sonovbitches are payin either onea
ov our bills, what the fuck we care what they think?" Of course I agreed,
but then I wasn't the one married with a kid.

    We had hung out a few times with a few other people from work at a bar
near our job, but Darr and I were known to go out for a bite to eat or
bowling some other recreation on occassions. A practice his wife wasn't too
fond of. He had told me of several argument they'd had of our hanging
together. Once we even took his wife with us to show her there was nothing
to worry about between us. Big mistake. After watching the two of us laugh,
joke and talk about everything from people at work to places we wanted to
live, she was more convinced then ever that I was after him. I didn't get
it. Even if she didn't trust me, shouldn't she trust her husband?
Especially with another man?

    Well, upon opening the door I discovered Darryl standing on the other
side, looking much like he did when I'd left him earlier. Darryl was a nice
looking brutha. He stood about 6'1" to my 5'11". He sported mop-top
dredlocks which heightened his masculine look with a nicely trimmed jaw
line beard and mustache. He was a deep rich chocolate brown complexion with
thick eyebrows and a gorgeous smile. Most gay men would cut off their left
foot just to lick the mans sweaty balls, but I respected our friendship too
much to make any unwanted moves on him. Anyway, he stood there on my front
step, arms hanging on to the door frame on either side, leaning forward in
my direction holding a can of beer. "So you gonna let me in or what?" he
asked with a shitty attitude. "Yeh, c'mon in." I said, stepping aside and
allowing him to enter. He walked in and headed straight for the couch,
smelling like a brewery. Sitting down, he pulled the can up to his lips.

    "What'r you doin here Darr" I asked, concerned of what might had
happened between he and his wife. "Katrina's trippin" he stated. "Soon as I
got in from work, she started in on me. Askin me where I been. Goin through
my pockets and shit. When I told 'er you and me went out for a couple
drinks after work, she flipped. Askin me: ' Why yall two always hangin
together? You gay or somethin? You fuckin him??' Man.........I almost hit
'er! I just had to get outta there." I sympathized with Darryl's ordeal,
his wife was a Bitch! With a capital B. But he knew how she was before they
married. He knew she was a tazmanian devil with a big booty and firm
tits. He made his bed, but I felt like it wasn't my place to comment. So I
just let him rage.

    "You wanna know the worst part?" he asked, looking up at me like some
sexy confused child. "We ain't even do nothin! She accusess me of cheatin
and all we do is hang." He looked forward into the blank t.v. screen as if
watching something intensely, "If I'm gonna be accused of cheatin, I
atleast ought to be enjoyin it, you know?" he asked, taking another swig of
beer, looking as if he was really considering the idea.

    "Now you don't wanna go and do somethin like that." I answered, aware
he was probably a little more drunk than he appeared to be. "Why not?" he
asked. "If she thinks somethin's happenin, why not let it? Atleast then
when she accuses us of fuckin around, she'll be right!" I couldn't believe
my ears. Here was my best buddy, my straight buddy from work, contemplating
actually fucking me, just to spite his wife. Darryl sat back on the couch,
eyeing me and my reaction to his suggestion. I simply got up, and walked
over to the hall closet. Upon returning, I tossed him an pillow and an
extra blanket. "What's this for?" he asked, inspecting the items like they
once belonged to some homeless man or something. "Its for you, to sleep on
the couch." I commented. "Why?" he asked, " What's wrong with the bed?" " I
only have a full size bed. Its too small for two grown men, besides......."
I added, " I sleep in the nude." "So?" he surpirsed me again, "As long as
you stay on your side of the bed, who cares?" "Good night Darryl." I said
as I turned and headed back to my bedroom. Once in my room, I quickly
stripped out of my robe, closed the door, and jumped back into the
sack. Totally nude. The clock read 1:40am, and we still had to work in the
morning. Pretty soon I was out like a light.

    Sometime during the wee-hours, my rest was disturbed again. I awoke to
the presents of someone in my room. I reached for the night light, and
found Darryl standing over the bed, holding his pillow. "What's wrong?" I
asked, concerned he may be needing to talk some more about his super Bitch
wife Katrina. "Man....." he started off, "That couch is uncomfortable as
hell. You just gonna have to move over dude." he said as he lifted the
covers, exposing my nude ass in the process. I scooted over to the far side
of the bed as he slid in. I listened to him get comfortable as I drifted
back off to sleep. It didn't take long before I started to dream. I dreamt
I was in bed. A handsome ass man who's face I couldn't see clearly was
laying hugged up behind me. Both of us in spoon position. His face was
nestled into the back of my neck. I could almost feel his hot breath. His
strong masculine arms wrapping around me tight, pulling me close to his
chest which was pressed flat against my back. The dream was so vivid, so
real, that I could actually feel the man's heart beat. I was suddenly
shocked out of my dream when I heard the man's low heavy moan in my right
ear.

    Once awake, I realized my dream wasn't a dream at all. Darryl had moved
up close behind me, and was cuddling against me, probably believing me to
be his wife in his sleep. I was stunned. I laid there for a moment thinking
of how I should handle the situation. That's when I felt Darryl start to
grind his big hard-on into my ass. The big cast-iron rod was swollen like a
spranged ankle. Wedged up into the crack of my ass. I could feel the thick
piece of ram-rod straining to bust free the thin material that seperated
his woody from my butt. I found myself humping back into it. Rotating my
ass around in his crotch like a bitch-whore in heat. It had only been about
2 days since I'd last had a thick dick pumping deep into my bowels, but I
was begining to feel the need again with this mahogany pole so close to
gaining entrance. I wanted to reach back and sit right down on that plump
dick, but if Darryl was sleep, I couldn't take advantage of him like
this. I began to pull away, deciding my work friendship was more important
then a quick screw. But when I tried to get up, Darryl's grip on me got
tighter. He was pulling me back into his arms. My ass back onto his dick.

    "Darryl......" I whispered, trying to get him to realize where he was
and who he was with. "Darryl......wake up..." Darryl registered some
audible discontent, then went back to grinding his dick into my ass
crack. This time I could feel his actual dick sliding up and down the
valley. His woody had somehow managed to slip out of the fly of his
boxers. The heat radiating from it was incredible. The head constantly
bumped into my brown rose-bud. Causing me to arch my back and gasp with
excitment. Darryl moaned too. It gave me reason to suspect my sleeping
co-worker probably wasn't really asleep at all. I could feel pressure from
his dick against the sealed opening of my anus. He pressed his chocolate
pole harder into me. I could feel my hole fighting to keep him out. Entry
without lube was possible, but very painful, so I reached out for my
night-stand drawer.

      Fumbling around in the dark, I found an old tube of lubricate. I
pored a generous amount into my hand, and applied it to my
asshole. Plopping in a few fingers to stretch myself open a bit. Then I
reached back, grabbed hold of Darryl's dick and massaged the wet lotion all
along his lengthy pulsating shaft. Then I guided it back up to my
hole. When Darryl felt the tip of his dick resting at the puckered opening
that had his pipe so ripe, he pushed and pushed until my anal ring clamped
down hard around the base, sucking in his whole entire dick inside me like
a greedy vacuum. We both laid there trying to recover our composure, me
from the sudden fullness his dick caused in my over stuffed bowels, and him
from the unexpected pleasant sensation of having his dick totally engulped
in my hot wet warmth. Another moan escaped from his lips as he slowly began
to rock himself back and forth inside me. I raised one leg up off the bed
and cascaded it over top Darryl's thighs. This gave his thrusting dick
deeper access into my hole. And man did he take advantage of it. He pumped
his dick in and out of me, filling my open ass-puss with his thick hot ripe
woody. I could feel his over sized hands gripping at my shoulders as he
pulled himself deeper and deeper into my red hot depths. The sounds of our
smacking flesh echoed off the walls of the darkened room, his corse pubic
hair slammed repeatedly into the soft plush cusions of my ass. His dick
root smacking wetly up into my clinging hole. This was Darryl's first time
in a man's ass, and he was bound and determined to make me feel what he had
to offer.

    Slowly I felt him turning me over onto my stomach. He manuvered his
legs between mine, spreading my legs wide to give himself as much access as
he felt he needed. I could feel his weight on top of me, pressing me down
heavily into the mattress. He placed both of his hands on either side of my
body, and resumed fucking me. With my face currently burried in a pillow, I
arhed my back, raising my ass just a tad. This allowed Darryl to plummet my
hole just a lil' bit deeper then before. I could tell Darryl was enjoying
this first time man-fuck. His big stiff prick traveled the depths of my
sweet suckin bowels. He reveled at the mind-numbing massages my anal walls
was given his ridgit tool. He couldn't believe a man's ass could make him
feel so good. He started repeating over and over ' how much like pussy' my
asshole felt, and how he ' could fuck me all night'. He'd lay down full
body on top of me, and continue to plunder my ass with his dick. With his
full weight on top of me, I wrapped my legs around the back of his, and
shoved my ass up to meet him on every plunge. Darryl's big dick stretched
my strainin hole wide, and punched deep into my guts with commanding
force. Groaning in my left ear, he began to bite on my back. One of his
strong forearms wrapped itself around my neck, cutting across my
throat. His other arm gripped me up from underneath, grasping my shoulder
with his big bear hand. Darryl's fuck thrusts got more frantic by the
minute. I'd been fucked often enough to know this meant the man was close
to blowin his nut up inside me.

    "OH SHIT THIS SOME GOOD PUSSY!!" Darryl yelled. His powerful thrust
crushing my own aching woody into the mattress beneath me. With his choke
hold growing tighter around my throat, Darryl totally began to pulverize my
ass. Bouncing the both of us on the bed springs so hard, the bed actually
began to move across the carpet. My guts were on fire. All I could do was
just lay there, my legs spread wide, as Darryl took this opportunity to use
my asshole as a suitable substitute for his wife's pussy. He pounded my
insides with his big bloated sausage. Plopping that plump meat into me
until my asshole was nolonger able to grip him tightly.  The elasticity of
my anal muscle completely exhausted by the relentless pounding it was
receiving. The warm wet hole just laid there, open to capacity, as Darryl's
big dick fucked it to mush. With his 9 inch rod ramming into me full
length, I felt his entire body suddenly begin to tremble. Darryl pumped 2
more jabs into my open puss, then held himself inside, ball deep.

    For a split second, before he blasted his cum load up into me, time
seemed to stand still. He grind his crotch into my ass cheeks, his big dark
juicy dick churning around in my guts, borrowing its head into my deepest
darkest region. A loud audible wail emitting from his throat, registering
an animal like growl as his cum shot out of his pulsating dick in tiny
powerful spurts. Blasting and cascading his potent seed all over my anal
walls. Drenching my sloshy insides with his seamen. Then just as suddenly,
Darryl's body went slack. The strong virle man that just planted my garden
with his sperm, fell on top of me, totally exhausted. His dick still
pumping out the last of his load even as it started to shrink in the deep
depths it called home, if only for one night. His breathing was in heavy
gasps. I could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest against my
back. A fine sheen of sweat cooled our hot bodies as the winter air began
to settle back into the room. Nothing was said. No words were exchanged. I
could feel myself again being slowly pulled back into sleep even as I felt
the large puddle of cum I'd shot into the sheets under me soaking into the
mattress. As the darkness consumed me, I found my last thoughts wondering
what would happen to our friendship now? Was this a one time encounter?
Would Darryl ever even be able to speak to me..........the last thought
went unfinished, as I fell asleep to the sound of Darryl's lite snoring in
my ear.