Marlon was getting used to his new job as handy-man at his new apartment building. Carl (the building's owner) made him responsible for keeping the property neat and clean, taking out the trash, trimming the hedges, cutting the lawn, painting, cleaning the gutters, and doing minor repairs, as well as running personal errands his pregnant wife could no longer do. Carl often had Marlon pick up his and his wife's dry cleaning from the store, or get his car washed and detailed or repaired, or go grocery shopping when his wife had a craving, or run some other meaningless mindless errand that had nothing to do with his handy-man duties. He also stopped by often for his routine blow jobs, having become addicted to having his dick swallowed in Marlon's contracting throat at least 3 times a day (usually more). By night's end, Marlon was usually dead tired, and would sleep the entire night away from total exhaustion, -that is, until he'd be rudely awakened by the over head "thumping" coming from the couple in apt 1-A making love in the middle of the night. Marlon often heard their nightly ritual, and would almost always grow an erection imagining them making love.
The tenet's usually kept Marlon pretty busy. There was always a clogged drain, or a broken light bulb, or a mouse problem that needed his immediate attention. There was the male/female couple (Angie and Byron) in apt 1-A. Then there was Carl and his pregnant wife Charmaine in apt 2-A (they would be looking for a house to move into once the baby was born). There's a young thug weed-smoking guy (Curtis) in apt 1-B, and two male roommates (Tre and Donte) in apt 2-B. Marlon suspected they were a gay couple, as he never once saw a single female or girlfriend step foot into their apartment. The thug guy however, had girls in and out all the time. He'd walk up the front walk with a new chick on his arm nearly every day. "Sup hommie?" he'd say to Marlon as he past him by, doing odd chores about the grounds. The girls were always hootchy mommas, always sexy, and always with big breasts and phat asses. Marlon caught himself staring at a few of them wantonly as they switched by, his neglected dick snaking down his pant leg. Curtis would cup the girl's asses in his hand, then look back at Marlon and grin that 'I'm gonna tear dis booty up!' grin before disappearing into the building.
Marlon found himself actually liking Carl's wife Charmaine. She was a pretty petite lady with a dark skin complexion and a bright smile. She was nice, and always treated Marlon with respect whenever she asked him to do something for her. She treated him like a person, not a slave (like her husband). Carl had made Marlon promise not to mention his association with his sister Demeecee, as Charmaine most certainly knew of Milt's torret sexual encounter with her jail-house brother. In fact, Carl told Charmaine that Marlon's name was Martin, so she would suspect he hired the same guy.
Tre and Donte were kewl, except whenever Tre wasn't around, Donte kept hitting on Marlon. He'd call down to Marlon's apt and say he had a "clog" problem and needed him to come "plunge it" for him, but when Marlon would get up there he'd find no drain problems, just Donte in some skimpy underwear with vaseline trying to show his ass. Marlon would politely refused his advances, but Donte was determined to get his man. He only acted kewl when Tre was around. It wasn't that Dante was bad looking, in fact Marlon thought he was quite attractive for a guy. But Marlon had only participated in sex when it was forced upon him, -if given a choice, he felt he would rather have a female to fuck. Tre was a little more masculine than Donte (not that Donte was a queen, but you could just tell he was sweet). Tre had a little more of a "professional" feel to him. He wore nice suits and shoes to work, and always spoke with polished english. He was clean cut (they both were), tall, slim, and lite skin as opposed to Donte, darker complexion. He never really befriended Marlon (possibly sensing him as a "threat"), but was never disrespectful either. Angie was just plan nosey, she wanted to know if Marlon was single? Divorced? Involved? Playing the field? Had children? Liked children? Wanted children? Or would date a chick with children? -all in the hopes of hooking him up with her sister or one of her desperate girlfriends. "Damn gurl! Like he wanna get with one of yur trifling gurlfriends!" -Byron would say, whenever she stopped to talk to him and ask him questions. Marlon thought they made a cute couple, sort of like him and Crystal when they were together. Everyone thought they would eventually marry, especially once she got pregnant with their daughter. But Crystal knew Marlon's drug problems, and didn't want to bog their children down with a father who couldn't take care of himself, let alone them. Marlon felt himself getting depressed when he thought of his daughter. He needed something to take his mind off the pain he was feeling, so around 5pm he went upstairs to apt 1-B to visit with Curtis and see if he could score some weed.
"Yo, sup playa?" asked Curtis, answering the door in nothing but his thin boxers and a freshly lit joint hanging from his mouth.
"Hey, sup. Was wondering if you wouldn't mind...selling me a hit until I get paid from Carl?" asked Marlon, humbly.
"Oh, you wanna score summa dis?" asked Curtis, blowing smoke in Marlon's face. "C'mon in, m'brutha!" he said, stepping aside. Marlon entered the one bedroom bachelor's pad for the first time. Curtis was a slob. There was clothes everywhere; on the floor, the chair, the couch, the furniture. There were dirty dishes laying around; unwashed cups, plates, bowls, utensils. Cd's and DVD's scattered about. Paper's, bags, and take out menus everywhere! "Find yurslef a seat, n' sit down hommie!" he offered, flopping down on the couch. Marlon pushed a pile of clothes aside, and took a seat next to him. Curtis picked up the remote and turned on the TV. A porno popped up, 2 girls sucking each other's pussies filled the screen. "Yo dawg, you eva have 2 chicks do dat shit for you b'fo?" he asked, pointing as the screen as he passed the joint.
"No, can't say I have." said Marlon, placing the joint up to his lips and inhaling deeply. He felt the marijuana fill his lungs with smoke. His eyes teared as he started to choke and hand back the joint on the exhale.
"Take it litely hommie, dis shit here's x-rated! It'll git'cha fucked up!" he joked, taking it back and taking a long toke himself before handing it back. Marlon took a deeper toke this time, but was better prepared to handle it. Almost instantly he felt his head starting to go lite. This stuff was potent, Curtis wasn't lying about it being X'd. They sat and smoked for about 15 minutes, passing the J and watching porn, when some girl suddenly came out of his bedroom wearing nothing but one of Curt's long t-shirts.
"Heyyy..." she groaned, waking up in bed alone. "...why did'n you come back in?"
"Cuz I'm out here innertainin my boi!" snapped Curtis, annoyed. Marlon was surprised to see someone was there, he hadn't even known Curtis had company.
"Who's he?" asked the girl, scratching at her hair weave.
"Non'na buzniz! Git yur ass ova here!" answered Curtis, taking another puff, and then handing it off to Marlon. Marlon took it and put it up to his lips, his eyes wandering up and down the girl's cladly dressed body.
"What?" asked the girl, fidgeting beside them.
"C'mer." said Curtis, grabbing her long hair and pulling her down until their lips met. Marlon watched as Curtis snaked his tongue into her mouth, then slipped his hand into the t-shirt to squeeze her breasts.
"No..!" she protested, looking over at Marlon as she tried to pull away.
"C'mer gurl, I ain't playin wit'chu!" insisted Curtis, pulling her back down on top of him. She giggled and placed her mouth on his and started to suck his tongue. But Curtis was done with the foreplay. "Suk my dik." he whispered, pushing her down between his legs.
"Nooo..." moaned the girl, embarrassed. But Curtis knew what he wanted.
"M...maybe I should, go..." suggested Marlon, standing up. He felt his head go dizzy, then fell back down into the cushions on his ass.
"Naw hommie, you can stay, she'll suk us both." informed Curtis. "Ain't dat rite, bitch?" The girl merely moaned as he reached down and fished out his enormous hardon. Marlon blinked his eyes twice incase he was seeing things. Curtis's dick was at least 12 inches long, thick, and throbbing. Marlon was shocked. He'd seen plenty of big dicks in prison, but never on someone as small and petite as Curtis. Curtis was only about 5-9, 155 lbs, slim muscular build, dark brown skin, with a head full of cornrows. He didn't look the type to house a 12 inch python, but there it was, trying to force it's way in the girl's mouth.
She gagged and grunted every time he pulled her head down on it, unable to handle even a quarter of it as it stretched her mouth and jaw wide. Curtis placed his hand on the top of her head, and bobbed it up and down on the tip of his dick like a yo-yo. Marlon handed him the joint, watching all the action going on beside him. "Yo hommie, pull yur shit out..." whispered Curtis, taking a heavy toke as he guided the girl's head. Marlon did as told, and stood up to pull down his pants, exposing his modest 7 inch hardon. Curtis looked down at it as he passed the joint back. Marlon inhaled deeply as Curt pushed the girl off his dick and over onto Marlon's. "Suk him, now..." he said. The girl didn't protest, he simply leaned over and took Marlon's meat between her lips. She moaned softly, taking more of his dick in her mouth than she could Curtis'. Marlon's dick was more average sized, she could manage it better as she took him into her mouth and handled him like a pro.
Marlon laid his head back on the sofa, enjoying the feel of her slick wet mouth enveloping him. Curtis (not to be left out) reached down under her shirt and started to finger he pussy. The girl (Paris) groaned as he pulled up the tail to expose her round fat ass. He slapped it several times, making it jiggle and shake while she bobbed. Marlon watched as Curtis slid down off the sofa and removed his boxers. His big thick long dick looked like the snake from the movie "Anaconda". He inched it up behind the girl, and slipped the head into her. "Oh SHIT!" she shouted, lifting up off Marlon's dick as soon as she was penetrated.
"Keep suk'n!" ordered Curtis, shoving her head back down on Marlon's stiff standing woody, impaling her at both ends. Marlon could feel Curtis' impacts as he thrust up and into Paris, pushing her further up onto him as she tried to escape his ranging hardon. "Take dat shit, gurl! C'mon, you kno you wannit!" Marlon heard those words before, while he was locked up behind bars. Blaine in particular always claimed Marlon wanted it, fucking him harder than most just to hear Marlon scream like a girl. Blaine had a big dick too, but he was the size of a line backer, not petite like Curtis. After only a dozen deep thrusts, Paris dropped Marlon's dick from her mouth and panted in a series of loud yips and yells. Curtis continued to fuck her, pushing her further and further up into Marlon's lap. Soon she was so close, that Marlon merely bowed his head to suck her titties. "Yo homs, you want summa dis shit?" asked Curtis, pulling out (much to Paris' delight) to take a break after only 10 minutes. "Fuk' em, girl." he ordered with a firm slap to the ass.
Paris climbed up onto Marlon's lap, straddling his hips. She eased her pussy down on his dick, taking him in fully in one swoop. "ahhh..." moaned Marlon, ready to cum already, -it'd been a long time since he'd had his piece planted inside a woman like this. He bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut in concentration, trying to keep from cumming too soon as Paris' over stretched pussy bounced silkily up and down on his dick. Paris thought Marlon was cute. She held onto his shoulders and stared into his eyes as she bounced in his lap. She felt herself getting wetter as he grabbed her hips and began to pump up into her. Paris moaned, able to take Marlon's dick much easier than Curtis'. Lust filled her loins as she leaned forward to kiss him. Marlon felt her tongue at his lips, and opened his mouth to let her in. She bounced harder as they kissed deeper, swapping spit as if they weren't strangers. Marlon felt Paris' tongue suddenly ripped from his mouth as Curtis gripped a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back against his chest hard. She groaned in pain, grabbing his wrist as he bent her head back to face him and jammed his own tongue into her mouth while fondling her tits. Marlon came at that very instant, shooting deeply into Paris' pussy as she heaved and gyrated on top of him. He felt Paris' vagina clamp down on him, and knew she was cumming too. Curtis pulled her off Marlon's dick and threw her roughly on her back on the couch. He spread her legs, then pushed his dick back up inside her to re-enter in true thug fashion. Paris was on sexual overload by now, and ready
for Curtis' big dick as he hammered her hard and deep. Marlon fell asleep shortly some time thereafter while listening to them fuck, feeling his manhood redeemed after finally getting his first piece of pussy since going to jail.
Marlon wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep on Curtis' couch, but he could tell it was late by the darkness which had engulped the room, -the only light shown was coming from the glow of the TV screen. He was still feeling the serious effects of the tainted weed, and wasn't entirely sure what was going on until he felt something LARGE pushing into his bowels. "UUUHHHHHH...!!" groaned Marlon, realizing it was Curtis on top of him, pushing his face down into the pile of dirty clothes on the cushions.
"Relax homs...you can take it..." encouraged Curtis, pulling back a few inches before pushing back up inside. He had already managed to bury over half of his thick monster dong in Marlon's butt when Marlon woke up, and now only had 5 more inches to go! Marlon struggled and tried to twist and squirm away, but Curtis was strong for a little guy, and the drugs in Marlon's system was playing havoc on his motor skills. "Yeh hommie, take dat dik boi...you knew dat weed waz'n free, rite?"
"uhh...no, please..." begged Marlon, feeling Curtis's balls rest against his, indicating that he had the entire 12" monster in his ass. Marlon was well versed in trade from his stay in prison. There, every deed warranted a favor or payment, nothing was done out of mere kindness. Everyone wanted something!
Curtis laid out on Marlon's back, grinding his great dick around in his ass like a butter churn. "Dang dawg, you take dik good, son! Shit feels juss like pussy, n'shit! I muss be da fuk dreamin'!" Marlon felt as if he were dreaming too. His mind was floating, and though he was acutely aware his ass was being violated, it wasn't hurting as much as he thought it should be. Curtis' dick was huge (by anyone's standards), but Marlon felt no pain, he took to the dick like a fish to water as his body and muscles relaxed from the effects of the drugs. If he could have had this stuff in prison, all of his rapes might have been made a little more tolerable. He felt his body completely open and receptive as Curtis pulled back and then started to fuck him seriously!
"Aww shit boi, damn dis shit's GOOD!" he moaned, pumping back and forth through Marlon's soft buttery innards. Curtis learned the fine art of fucking men through drugs. Smoking crank always made that nigga horny, and with a 12 inch dick, jacking off just wasn't in the cards when there was an available tight ass laying high and unconscious on the couch next to you. Marlon wasn't the first nigga Curtis fucked, and by the way he was banging into that jailbird boi-pussy, it certainly wouldn't be the last!
Marlon made his way back down stairs from apt 1-B, his asshole feeling quite loose and wet from the amazon stretching and dumping Curtis gave it. Marlon wasn't too sure of how he felt about the ordeal from a sexual stand-point, but mentally, -his mind was juiced on that X. He staggered down out the front door, and around towards the side of the building where his apt entrance was for the basement. Going down a short row of steps (3), he came to his apt where he discovered the door already ajar.
"Where the FUCK've you been?" asked Carl, sitting on the futon watching Tv with his arms folded.
"uh...I, uh..." stammered Marlon, not expecting a confrontation at this time of night (10pm) and forgetting his daily duty to satisfy Carl orally. Carl got up from the futon, visibly angry as he crossed the room towards Marlon.
"Where you been? I've been looking all over for you! You were with Milton!?" he insisted more than asked.
"N...n..n..no, no!" answered Marlon, trying to avoid Carl's questions. Carl grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him back against the wall with a thump! With one hand holding him back, he used the other hand to grab Marlon's face and lift his head.
"Are you high?" he asked, staring into his glossy eyes.
"N..n.n..n..n..n.no no, no! No!" stammered Marlon, unable to talk or express himself any further than that.
"Son of a bitch!" yelled Carl, shoving into Marlon's chest. "I don't want no crack-heads staying on my property! Is that understood?" he asked plain and clear. Marlon merely slumped his head, too tired and worn to answer. "Is that UNDERSTOOD?!!" he repeated, grabbing Marlon's face tight.
"Yes!" answered Marlon, his eyes half closed. Carl never felt so disgusted with another person as he was right now. He put his hands on his hips and looked Marlon up and down, contemplating kicking his sorry ass out right then and there! But then he decided to give him a second chance, -but only because the mouth was so good! He reached into his pocket and pulled out a TEX-style pager.
"Here, take this pager!" he said, stuffing it in Marlon's pocket. "Whenever I hit you up, you come straight here and meet me! Got it?" Marlon shook his head 'yes', but all he really wanted was sleep. Carl was tempted to leave, but his dick still needed working over. He pulled out his woody, then pushed Marlon down onto his knees right where he stood. Marlon went down without any resistance. Carl shoved his semi-soft dick between Marlon's lips, and started to fuck his face as his dick grew in his mouth. Marlon was still in a daze, and was soon being skull fucked deeply as Carl held his head and fucked his throat with a vengeance. "Yeeeaahh...suck this dick, mother fucker...!" moaned Carl, pulling and pushing Marlon's head as he pumped his hips wildly in and out. Marlon was in a trance, high again for the first time on over a year. He simply held his mouth open while Carl rammed and fucked it to his desire. When Carl felt himself ready to cum, he yanked his dick out of Marlon's spit dripping mouth, and came his load all over his face to show his displeasure in Marlon's behavior. Marlon felt the drench of cum splatter across his cheeks, chin, lips, nose, eyes, and forehead. He gasped in surprise, fully expecting the load to be lost down his throat like usual. Carl finished off by making Marlon suck the head clean before tucking his dick back in his pants. "Don't leave me waiting again..." he said, as he left for the night.