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This story takes place in the 1990s. While the 'when' really isn't important, you will likely notice the absence of smartphones and the internet. Such were the breaks of growing up Gen X.
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Donny and Friends
Chapter 14
The days seemed to fly by and before I knew it Christmas was approaching. I was excited because Jack would be home for three solid weeks! Football season was long over, at least for us. With Cullen as quarterback we won a few more games, but not enough to make the playoffs. That was fine with me, it meant Hank and Cullen were more available now for `club business,' our little codeword sexy time together!
I was also more perplexed than ever over the whole Cullen/Hank thing. It was so obvious to me that they belonged together as a couple. Hank worshiped Cullen, and had for years. I just couldn't figure out how to help them.
Talking it over with Mr. C., he helped me realize just how far we had come in just a few short months. In the beginning, of course, all the sex in our club involved me. Now, all the guys were just as likely to be sucking or fucking each other. The only exception being Cullen. He still only got with me. Mr. C. said that if Hank and Cullen were meant to be together they would figure it out. Otherwise, I'd likely just make things worse if I tried to meddle. I just wanted my friends to be happy. Hank sure seemed happy when he was getting his ass drilled, but then I'd see the longing in his eyes when Cullen was around. I didn't understand how Cullen couldn't see it! Or worse, that he just didn't feel the same about Hank!
Marcus showed up unannounced one night the week before Christmas wanting to fuck. Mrs. C. and I were the only ones home as Mr. C. and Toby had gone out Christmas shopping. She and I joked about it off and on throughout supper as she entertained me with the long list of cringe worthy gifts Mr. C. had gotten her throughout the years.
"So here's what we're going to do, just you and me. And this is top secret," she said, winking at me and swearing me to secrecy. "Whatever Toby gets you, because you know the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, you're going to pretend you love it, whatever terrible thing it is. Then, later on, you and I will go out and exchange what they got us for something nice."
We both laughed heartily on that, but we also shook on it. I know my boyfriend.
Marcus arrived as we were cleaning up after supper. He let himself in as Mrs. C. had insisted all the guys start doing and greeted us in the kitchen. He engaged us in small talk which went suddenly awkward when she asked him, "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company in the middle of the week, hun?"
He literally froze, a panicked expression on his face, and his eyes darted to me.
Mrs. C. just laughed and while putting away her dishtowel, she said, "It's okay, Marcus. No need to be embarrassed. We're done here. You two go have some fun upstairs."
And with that, we dashed upstairs like the teenagers we were.
We were laughing as we reached the clubhouse and flopped down on the huge sectional next to each other.
"It still boggles my mind," Marcus was saying, "that Toby's parents not only know what we do up here, but they fully support it!"
"I know," I replied. "They're really special people. I think we're so lucky to have them."
I placed a hand on his jean-covered thigh and quickly slid it up to grope his crotch. He was half hard already!
"I guess this really is why you're here then," I said with a grin.
"Yeah, buddy!" he said, placing a hand on mine on his crotch. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, lip and tongue, but not aggressive like he could so often be. It was a lover's kiss and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
"That was really sweet," I said after he pulled back. "I liked it."
"I can be sweet," he protested with a grin. "But thank you." He stared at me for a long moment with those hypnotic, black as midnight eyes of his. Then he seemed to shake himself out of whatever reverie he'd fallen into and asked, "Mind if we put on some porn?"
"That's why we have it," I said with a grin.
He was up and instantly across the room perusing the shelf in the entertainment center that held all the VHS porno tapes.
"Do you have a preference?" he asked.
"Not really," I answered. I knew my attention would be more on Marcus than the TV anyway.
"I haven't seen this one," he said, and slipped a cassette into the VCR.
We both got naked and cuddled up together on the sectional under a blanket. The TV flickered to life displaying the standard FBI anti-pirating warning. Then some cheesy porn music started and the title flashed across the screen, `Deep in Deep Ellum.' He'd picked one I hadn't seen before either.
I reached for Marcus's cock under the blanket and found it already hard.
"Wow," I said.
"I know!" he exclaimed. "I've been so horny all week and it's only Wednesday!"
I just chuckled as I shifted my attention away from the TV and to Marcus. I began to slowly stroke his foreskin up and back as the movie started. No matter how horny he was, I was a master now at servicing my guys and I could edge him all night if I wanted to. I kissed his neck a couple times then latched on to his collar bone.
"Are you giving me a hickey?" he asked casually.
I sucked and nibbled on his brown skin for a while longer before pulling back to admire my handiwork.
"Yeah," I giggled. "I like branding my men."
He just shook his head with a grin, and ran his hand up and down my back. But he did not object or pull away. I'd given a few hickies up to this point to each of them. In the beginning I think it worried them, but then they realized how in their respective locker rooms hickies seemed to be a badge of honor and earned them respect, even admiration. And there never seemed to be more than light hearted questions about who was the source.
So I branded Marcus, and I enjoyed it.
Then I slipped down to one of his nipples and began sucking. This elicited a moan, and he cupped the back of my head pulling me tighter against him. I suckled like I was a baby trying to feed, eventually leaning across his torso to give his other nipple the same treatment. I worked my way back up his strong, bare chest to his neck.
"Not on my neck, Donny, please," he asked. "Not where my parents can see it."
I licked the nape of his neck and up his jawline.
"I know, buddy," I replied. "I got you!"
I squeezed his cock in my hand while I continued to nuzzle his neck, then I slipped my fingers down to play with his balls and caress his taint. He moaned and spread his legs to give me better access down there.
Marcus leaned his head over, effectively hugging my face between his head and shoulder. Then he kissed the top of my head as I began working my way down his muscular chest, licking and nibbling as I went.
Whatever was going on in the movie I wasn't watching was apparently getting intense at that point. The audio had started to penetrate my singular focus and I heard screaming and grunting, then a line of dialogue grabbed my attention.
"You just stay put, boy!" a deep, masculine voice with an urban Dallas accent was saying. "Once we done wit'chu girl, we gonna fuck you too!"
I looked up at the screen to see a group of fit black gang-bangers holding down what looked to be a white high school couple. At least that's how they were all dressed. The men were all wearing red bandanas in various locations, wife-beaters or leather jackets of different styles. The girl had a cheerleader outfit on; the top was pushed way up and her tits were hanging out, but no high schooler has tits that big. Two of the thugs were holding her down by the arms as another's big black cock was already sliding in and out of her pussy! She screamed as if in pain, but she didn't seem to be fighting back much.
Beside them another three or four black thugs were holding down a white guy still wearing a letterman jacket, white t-shirt and blue jeans.
The thug doing the talking grabbed the guy by the hair and turned his head to face his girlfriend getting ravaged.
"I think Suzie likes big black cock," he was teasing the boy. "Bet'chu never fill her up so good!"
The girl, Suzie apparently, was now thrusting back hard against the thick, black cock that was impaling her. Her cries and protestations had turned to moans and an, "Ungh, Ungh, Ungh," as the thug pounded her pussy.
"Suzie," the boy whimpered.
"This is a good one, isn't it?" Marcus asked.
I realized I'd stopped my descent down Marcus's abdomen. I took hold of his cock again and stuck out my tongue to collect the pre-cum that was gathering at the tip. But my eyes stayed fixed on the screen.
On the TV, the thug fucking Suzie pulled out only to be replaced by another one with just as huge a cock, if not bigger.
"Oh, god! Yes!" she cried out as the huge meat sank into her.
The verbal thug (maybe their leader?) was standing behind the white guy now and the camera zoomed in to a closeup of the thug's mouth at the boy's ear.
"Did ya know yo girl liked black cock so much?" he teased.
Then the camera, still on close up, cut to the thug's big black hand on the white guy's throat and followed it as it traveled down the guy's t-shirt covered, muscle bound chest, all the way to his crotch where he grabbed the boy and squeezed.
Cutting back to the shot of the thug's mouth at the guy's ear, he smiled revealing sparkling white teeth, and said, "What's dis, boy? You got wood?!"
The camera cut back to a wider view of the entire scene as the leader called out to his gang.
"Joey here's hard watchin' us rape his girl!" he exclaimed. All the men laughed.
Suzie continued her horny, "Ungh, ungh, uhgh," as the black thug ravaged her. One of the thugs pulled her top completely off and her huge tits were now flopping up and down with each thrust.
Then the leader of the thug gang stepped around in front of Joey and with a wicked grin on his face, he reached out and grabbed hold of the guy's t-shirt and ripped the thing right off of him, revealing, as I expected, a chiseled, smooth chest and ripped abdomen beneath. The letterman's jacket still hung on his shoulders and parted wide, placing his bare chest on full display.
"You wanna just sit up and watch it with me?" Marcus asked, chuckling at me. And I realized I'd stopped moving again.
"Yeah," I said sheepishly and sat up beside him. "This one is pretty hot."
"Fuck yeah! It is!" Marcus exclaimed.
I leaned into him as he repositioned his arm around my shoulders. He covered us in the blanket again and I reached over beneath it, taking his cock in one hand and mine in the other and started stroking us both.
On the screen, the thug leader had ordered one of his gang-bangers to remove Joey's jeans, revealing a large circumcised cock that was just as big as the black guys'.
"Damn, boy!" the leader exclaimed. "You got some nigga in you? I aint neva' seen a white boy dick that big! Respect!"
"Wow!" Marcus said, and whistled appreciatively. I don't know how big that dick was, but it had to be at least nine inches, maybe 10!
There were whistles and appreciative glares from the thugs on the screen as well. The leader declared he wanted to see "that monster white-boy dick in action!" I assumed he meant to have Joey replace the thug currently fucking Suzie - but no. He had something else in mind. When the thug that was fucking Suzie pulled out he was replaced by yet another of the gang, much to Suzie's obvious delight.
Rather, the leader called somebody off screen and a black kid came running up all smiles. I say `kid' because he looked so small, but he had to be at least 18 for the movie to be legal, right? It may have been an optical illusion since all the gang members, and even the white guy, Joey, were really big physically. But if this hadn't been a porno I would have said the kid was no more than my age or maybe younger.
Anyway, the leader, who I'd now learned was named Ty, ordered the kid to strip and bend over a nearby table. He then had Joey dragged up behind the boy and he told him to fuck the kid. Joey hesitated.
"Look," Ty was saying, "you got a big dick and I want to see it up inside Jamal, here. He's my kid brother, and kinda our mascot. He's taken every dick in this room, includin' mine. He likes it. You fuck him, then I fuck you. Got it? If not, I'll beat the shit outta ya, and then fuck you!"
"Fuck, that's hot!" Marcus said, and I felt a gush of pre-cum wash over my fist wrapped around his cock. I remembered Marcus's reaction to seeing Jack and Toby going at it - my buddy obviously had an incest kink and just the suggestion this big black thug had fucked his little brother effected him. I chuckled a little to myself.
On the screen, Ty grabbed Joey's huge, rock hard cock, and guided it toward Jamal's tiny hole. Via `movie magic' the boy was already loosened and well lubed, and the massive white cock slid right into his hungry black ass. An extreme closeup showed the massive tool being swallowed by the dark brown sphincter. There were moans from both the TV and the two of us watching.
At that point the scene became a full fledged orgy. The camera shots and angles flicking or panning from pairing to pairing. The thugs began sucking on each other as well as fucking Suzie and Joey. Suzie had a massive black cock in every hole as well as her hands. Joey got spit roasted. Every thug fucked every white girl and white boy hole multiple times. The scene finally culminated with a focus on Joey flat on his back, legs in the air, as Suzie ground her cunt on his face, Jamal rode his cock cowgirl style, and Ty fucked his ass. It was epic!
Marcus and I had been moaning and writhing ourselves. My hands were covered in our pre-cum, and by this point I just couldn't take it anymore. I threw off the blanket that only just barely covered us by now, and I violently pushed Marcus down onto his back on the sectional. I dove on top of him, shoving my aching cock in his face and swallowing his 7-incher down to his pubic bone in one go!
He got the message and took my leaking cock into his mouth and then we both exploded into the other. His cock head was deep in my throat and I felt every pulse as it pumped his seed straight to my stomach. My ejaculation filled his mouth, some leaking out the corners of his mouth and trickling back along his strong jawline onto his neck. My orgasm seemed to go on forever. We were both shaking and convulsing for what seemed like minutes. I desperately needed to breathe so I pulled back until his cock head was out of my throat, which rewarded me with the last squirt of his ejaculation painting my tongue. He was so delicious!
We stayed like that for a few minutes, me on top of Marcus, our dicks in each other's mouths, an occasional shudder still running through us.
"Oh, nice!" I heard Toby's voice exclaim from the doorway. "Did y'all save any for me?"
I chuckled and reluctantly climbed up off of Marcus. Toby stepped up to me and taking my head in his hands, he pulled me into a passionate kiss in which he thoroughly explored my mouth with his tongue. I guess I was still a little drunk from my orgasm because it took me a moment to realize he was fishing for the remnants of Marcus's jism. I'm sure he found plenty as I could still taste it myself.
As Toby pulled back from the kiss, he winked and smiled at me. Then he turned to Marcus, who was still flat on his back watching us. Toby knelt on the floor beside Marcus. He placed one hand on the Latino teen's chest and one on the top of his head. He then leaned in and began to lick up my cum that had escaped Marcus's mouth. Toby licked the boy's neck and jaw, first one side and then the other. Once he was satisfied he'd recovered it all, he kissed Marcus just as passionately as he had me. When the kiss finally ended, Toby pulled back only slightly, and the two of them stared into each other's eyes, grinning, for a long moment, their noses not even a millimeter apart.
Then, I swear, at the exact same time, they both winked and said, "Hey, buddy," in the sexiest, most masculine voices I'd ever heard either of them use. My dick twitched, and I was mesmerized by how in sync, and hot, they were.
"Fuck..." I whispered.
Toby sat back on his haunches and ran both his hands over Marcus's chiseled chest, shoulders, and abdomen, feeling his muscles, curves, and angles, tweaking his nipples. "You wanna stay for round two?" he asked, taking hold of the brown cock that was now growing hard again.
"I do," Marcus said. But glancing at the clock on the wall he continued, "But I really need to get going. It's getting late." And he raised himself up on his elbows.
"It's not that late," Toby said. "I'll make it worth your while," he continued as he bent forward and bathed Marcus's cockhead with his tongue. Then looking up at our buddy with half-lidded eyes, Toby whispered, "I want you to fuck me, Marcus."
Any resistance Marcus had was instantly broken. He sat up and started yanking Toby's clothes off him. I'd swear I heard a few stitches popping from the force he used.
I left them to it, slipped my boxer briefs back on and moved to the entertainment center. The VCR had shut off after auto-rewinding when the movie tape had reached the end. I pulled the cassette out of the machine and found its box where Marcus had left it, and I looked over the cover art and credits. I wanted to find out more about the actor who played Joey - he was so hot! I had to admit I was a little perplexed, too. While watching the film, I'd kept thinking that I'd seen him before in something but I couldn't put my finger on it. But if that were true I think I would have remembered that huge cock, but it had been a complete surprise! Unless it wasn't really that big and it was somehow faked for the movie. I mean that was possible.
Behind me I could hear kissing sounds and moaning and groaning as Toby and Marcus wound themselves up. I glanced back at them and enjoyed the sight for a moment. They were beautiful.
Turning back to the porn shelves I began looking for more movies with this same actor. The "Deep In Deep Ellum" cover listed him as Joey Morecock, an obvious pseudonym, I thought, but fitting. I looked at every tape there but didn't find another one with him listed on the cover. I went back to the Deep Ellum box cover and looked it over some more. The studio's address was listed as a Dallas PO Box. I didn't realize Dallas had a porn industry, but in a way it kind of made sense since Deep Ellum was an actual neighborhood in Dallas. I supposed it was possible I'd seen the guy on TV, like maybe in a local commercial. Since the studio was in Dallas that was possible too, and would explain why I didn't remember seeing his huge cock.
A loud moan from Marcus and a groan from Toby behind me marked the moment that Marcus's 7-inch Latino cock had finally penetrated Toby's white-boy ass. I hadn't really thought about them in those terms before, but after the interracial action in the porno we'd just watched, I guess I had been a little sensitized to it. I turned to watch them for a minute. Marcus was still flat on his back on the sectional and Toby was straddling him. I turned just in time to see Toby bottom out then begin to ride Marcus, throwing his head back. Marcus's hands caressed Toby's thighs and chest as the boy on top controlled the action.
Smiling, I grabbed the box for "Deep In Deep Ellum" and headed downstairs. I could hear Mr. and Mrs. C. chatting in the kitchen as I hit the stairs so I headed for them. They were sitting at the kitchen island each eating a piece of pumpkin pie with whipped cream (a holiday treat for those of you outside the USA). They greeted me and Mrs. C. offered me a slice which I happily accepted. We talked for a few moments while I enjoyed the pie, then I asked my question.
"Dad," I said, and I noticed Mr. C. seemingly swell with pride when I called him `Dad.' "I want to ask you for a favor."
"Anything, Donny," he beamed at me. "What can I do for you?"
I slid the VHS box toward him and said, "The next time you have the opportunity to get any porn - no rush, now - I'd really like to see anything with this actor." And I pointed to the picture of Joey Morecock on the cover. "I'd swear I've seen him in something else, but I looked through our whole collection upstairs but I didn't see him listed on any of those covers. But I suppose he might not be credited in one of them..." I trailed off.
Mr. C. picked it up for a closer look and Mrs. C. glanced over his shoulder. Now, there was no nudity on the cover picture, although everyone was showing skin. Joey was wearing his letterman jacket with no shirt or shoes and his jeans were unbuttoned. The two other main cast members were on the cover as well, and the thug leader, Ty, had one hand on Joey's bare chest and the other up Suzie's skirt. Mr. and Mrs. C. both seemed to do a double take then shared a smirk between them.
"Found a new favorite, did you, Donny?" Mrs. C. asked with a grin. "He's one of my favorites, too," she continued. "Huge cock on that one!" she finished with a wink.
I felt my face turn red. It was becoming more and more comfortable to talk to them about sex and things like this, but I still got embarrassed really easily, especially around Mrs. C.
"Yeah, um..." Mr. C. was saying. "I... um..." He set the box down on the counter and cleared his throat, then said, "That was made by a local studio," he continued. "They shut down a while back and I don't think any of their models still make porn. But I know where I can still find some of their stuff." He glanced at Mrs. C. with an expression I couldn't read.
"I know there are at least 2 or 3 other films with him, maybe more. I'll see what I can find for you. No problem." Why did he sound nervous?
Mrs. C. laughed then gathered our empty plates and placed them in the dishwasher. Walking by us on her way out of the kitchen she patted me on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Donny," she chuckled. "We'll find a way for you to... see more of that actor. If you really want to." She grinned and winked at me. Then picking up the box, she asked, "Mind if I borrow this tonight? I... um... haven't seen it... not this one, anyway." Then she winked at Mr. C. and exited the kitchen with my new favorite porno tape in her hand.
What the hell was going on? I turned to Mr. C., who looked a little embarrassed and scooted out of the kitchen following his wife. At the doorway paused and looked back at me as I stood there by the island dumbfounded.
"You, uh," he began. "You don't remember where you've seen him before... you said?"
"Right," I answered. "But I feel like I have."
"Hmm," he said and left.
What the ever-loving-fuck was that all about? I stood there for another moment, then made my way back upstairs to check in on Toby and Marcus.
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