APT 1-B
5:30am, and Trelic and Donte were sound asleep. Donte never wore clothes to bed, while Tre usually always wore pajama bottoms to keep his legs warm at night. The alarm clock was set for 6am, when Tre has to get up and get ready for work. He usually awakens about a half hour earlier, so he can make time to "get one in" with his man.
He rolled over onto his side (facing his lover), and pressed up against his bare ass from behind. Donte was dead to the world. He worked later than Tre, which meant he went to bed later as well. He didn't have to up until 9am, but didn't mind waking up most mornings to cater to his man.
Tre wrapped his arm around Donte's torso while he ground his covered hardon into his ass. Slipping his PJ's down below his waist, he greased his hardon with lube and then allowed it to poke into his boyfriend's ass cheeks. Even in his sleep Donte was receptive. He pushed his ass back against Tre's groin, indicating he was ready. Tre lined his hardon between the cheeks, nudging up against the actual hole. He kissed his lover gently on the nap of his neck, then slipped his dick inside.
"uhhh..." groaned Donte, throwing his ass back. He loved to be awakened this way, with his lover's dick deep in his ass. Had he his way, Tre would be cursed with a permanent hardon at all times, and no job career ambitions!
Tre hugged his boi back towards him, grounding his dick around in the silken smooth ass that snugly housed his morning erection. "Good morning, baby." he greeted, as he started to pump his hips back and forth, his manly meat sliding in and out of his baby's buttock slow and steady.
Tre and Donte met 2 years ago at a mutual friend's gathering, and decided to hang out that night after the party. Tre was just looking to get to know Donte, looking to smash the stereo-types of gay men being promiscuous and find something long term while Donte was merely looking for a fast hookup. All during the drive to the diner that Tre picked to take them to eat, Donte was wondering why they weren't headed in the opposite direction towards Tre's house to fuck! But he was impressed by Tre's ride and demeanor, his height, big hands, good looks and job ambitions, so he figured the boi must be rocking in bed and well worth waiting through dinner for. However when Tre dropped him off at his own apartment, and then shook his hand goodnight and pulled off, Donte was fit to be tied! No man had ever taken him for a ride in their car, and not ended up test driving his b'dunka-dunk!
At first he was pissed! He called up his friend that hosted the party and bitched about Tre for over an hour. The next day when Tre called and took him to the movies, Donte was determined to get himself some dick. But Tre declined his blunt offer to come back to his house and "fuck me sideways" after the movie let out. It was then that Donte decided to dump Tre. But then on the third date when Tre invited Donte over to his place for a cooked dinner and to watch a movie rental, Donte accepted, -this time wanting Tre to come onto him so he could turn Tre down and show him how it feels to be rejected. So that night when Tre finally put the moves on Donte, Donte's plan was to resist and rudely jump up and leave without further adu. But the minute he felt what Tre was packing in his pants, that plan flew south for the winter!
"ummm...good morning, boo." whispered Donte, tilting his head back sideways for Tre to sneak in a hot morning kiss. Tre reached his head around as his lips met Don's, and they started licking tongues. Tre never used to like kissing before brushing his teeth, but Donte broke him out of that, -now he was used to tonguing down his lover with hot morning breath while he fucked his fat juicy ass hard before the alarm clock sounded.
Knowing time was of the essence, Tre knew he couldn't do one of his routine hour long fucks (which was what really kept Donte around so long), and would have to settle for the faster paced "morning bump and grind through heavy (bed) traffic" fucks. He kissed his lover passionately for a few minutes, sucking his ear lobe and darting his tongue into his ear (just the way Donte likes it) before rolling him over onto his stomach for a serious pounding.
"Wait, wait..." whispered Donte, squeezing his ass off Tre's dick. "You know I like it on my back like a bitch!"
"Oh yeah...." reminded Tre, waiting as Donte quickly maneuvered himself on his back and spread his legs for his man to re-enter. Tre aimed his dick and pushed back inside Don's ass. Donte moaned softly, then started jacking his own dick while Tre rode him deeply.
"Give me that dick, daddy! Fuck my pussy good!" encouraged Donte, knowing the nasty talk would help get Tre off faster. Tre was hoisted up on his arms (in push-up position), humping his hips back and forth and drilling his dick deep into his boyfriend's anal pussy. "Damn! Fuck that ass! Oh shit, daddy! Dig me deep, baby! UH! UH! OH! Shit!"
Tre's dick flew in and out of Donte's pre-greased anus. This was a morning ritual they rarely missed. Morning sex was a requirement of Tre's, it was the best way to jump start his day and get him ready for the mundane of the office. On days he didn't have sex first, they tended to be the most hardest and hectic to get through. Luckily he had a boyfriend that was always ready for dick when he was ready to serve it.
"UHH, UHHH, UHHHHHH!!" Donte yelled, jacking cum all over his chest and stomach. Tre reached down and deep kissed him for a moment, allowing Don to suck wildly on his tongue before throwing his own head back and firing several shots of hot juice into his friend's bowels.
The alarm clock sounded 30 seconds later.
APT 1-A
Byron didn't get his usual nightly session on with Angie, on account that they hung out late last night at a birthday party at a friend's bar, and slept straight through his usual after midnight rump session. So Byron woke up this morning with a hardon that was 3 to 4 hours overdue unloading it's cargo. He quietly peeled off Angie's panties while she was sleeping, and rolled her gently onto her back before going down to eat her pussy. He knew the best way to get some at this early hour of the day before work, was to go south of the border, else it was Sahara Desert up in the "bush jungle".
Angie moaned in her sleep after a few minutes of oral pleasure. Her dreams went from planning a wonderful wedding with her man by her side, to getting fucked raw and rough by Denzel Washington! By the time Denzel slide his dick up into her womb, she was fully awake and aware it was Byron.
Byron wasn't a very romantic over the top type, he didn't whisper sweet nothings in Angie's ear and woo her with his heated words, but what he did never ceased to get her off as he buried his head in the pillows behind her and drilled her hard and deep for 20 minutes non-stop. His thick full body weighing heavy on top of her as his huge hands grabbed and groped at her firm young breasts and voluptuous ass. Angie loved getting dicked by her man, and would lay there for as long as it took with her legs spread to get him off. She'd nibble his broad round shoulders and pulled playfully on his dread-locks as he concentrated on pumping her. The bed would bounce, making loud "thump, thump, thumping" sounds. Angie often wondered if Marlon could hear them fucking from the basement under them, but was always too embarrassed to ask whenever she saw him. Sometimes she felt he could, as he would sometimes blush in front of her when she spoke.
"AAHHH, AARRHHHHH..!" came Byron, filling his girlfriend up with his sperm. Angie accepted the elixir, as she kissed his face and neck after cumming twice herself. Byron planted a long french kiss on her lips, then slowly slipped his shrinking dick out of her. It was already 7am, and they both needed to hit the shower for work.
APT 2-A
Carl Howard and his pregnant wife Charmaine were already up in the kitchen by 6am, making breakfast and listening to the morning news and weather. Charmaine had problems sleeping through the night due to her pregnancy, and most mornings always awoke feeling nauseous and sick while her husband lay in bed with a hardon. She felt sorry for Carl for not being able to satisfy him sexually, but the pregnancy totally shot her sex drive all to hell. She couldn't even look at Carl's erections without wanting to throw up, let alone touch it!
This morning however, she had managed to get up and fix him something to eat. He was a good provider. They'd been married for 4 years and wanted to start having a family before they got too bogged down with properties and insurance agencies to find the time for one. So her pregnancy was planned. Surely her husband could go 10 months or so without sex while she was busy creating life!
Carl sat at the breakfast table eating his eggs, beacon and toast while pretending to watch the financial report on the news. Under the table his dick was rock hard and needing release. He watched his wife mall around the apartment, her ass looking sumptuous while her stomach stood out like a pumpkin. He wanted to bend her over and have that ass, but knew better than to try to force sex on her. Besides, he didn't need to when he had a sex slave sleeping in the basement on his payroll.
"Honey, I'm going down to tell Marl...Martin what I want him to do on schedule today!" he said, darting pass her in the bedroom to throw on a pair of pants and a shirt to venture outside.
"At this time of morning?" asked Charmaine, looking at the clock. "Let that man sleep!"
"Naw honey, I gotta keep ON him, else he'll slack off (again" -he wanted to say, but thought better of it). "I'll be right back!" he said, dashing for the door.
Marlon was sleeping soundly, still hung over from the effects of smoking weed with Curtis last night. He found himself laying on the floor, right where Carl left him last night after yelling at him for being late for dick sucking duties. Marlon's face was tight and dry from the cum Carl shot on it after face fucking him. He heard the "thumping" noise from the couple upstairs, as he got up off the floor and walked over to his futon. He flopped down on it like a heavy bolder, the springs squeaking as his body came to a rest. Just then he heard his door open, and in walked Carl (already!)
"Still high?" he asked in a cruel nasty tone. He closed and locked the door, then walked over to where Marlon was laying. He hadn't even bothered to get up when Carl came in. "Look at your lazy pathetic ass! You ain't worth shit!"
Marlon ignored Carl, his mind still spinning as he shut his eyes to clear his thoughts. Carl started to undo his pants. "You ain't in no condition to suck dick right now..." he said, getting Marlon's attention back. He pulled off his pants and removed his shirt, standing completely naked in front of Marlon for the first time. "...so it looks like I'm gonna have to drill me some ass!" Marlon's eye popped open as Carl started to yank at his waist and pull at his jeans.
"N...n..no, no, no...I...I'll suck...it..." protested Marlon, trying to avoid another dicking. But Carl was already hard for some booty. He pulled Marlon's jeans down off of his legs, and flung them on the floor. "No Carl, please...wait..." asked Marlon, trying to get his barrings as Carl roughly flipped him over on the futon and ripped at his soiled boxers. Carl noticed instantly that Marlon had been fucked last night.
"Liar! You said you wasn't with Milt!" he shouted, louder than he realized.
"I...I..I was'n...!"
"Lying bitch! Then who fucked you? Who's nutt is that all in the ass of your shorts?"
Marlon slowly recalled the events of yesterday, and getting fucked by Curtis on his couch after getting high. But he decided quickly to keep that information to himself! "Fucking whore! I don't want you seeing Milton's ass again, do you hear me?" he asked, bending down over Marlon to yell in his ear. "If I find out you still fucking my brother, I'll throw your ass out of here so fucking fast your fucking head and ass'll be in different zip codes! Got it?" Marlon moaned 'yes'. "I asked if you GOT IT, bitch!!" yelled Carl, spit flying from his mouth as he shouted in Marlon's ear.
"YES!" yelled Marlon, feeling awful. Here he had gotten Milton in trouble again, and Milt had nothing to do with it.
"Good! Now go wash your ass so I can fuck it!" ordered Carl, standing up straight. Marlon gathered his strength, then pushed himself up off the futon. Carl stood by angrily watching his every move, his dick still hard for action and standing stiff and ready. "Move your ass!"
Marlon walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He sat down on the toilet, and felt Curt's load seep from his ass in a series of farts. It was a thick heavy load of white slimy cream that fell into the toilet. Marlon wiped, then washed himself with a quick shower. He could head Carl yelling for him to "hurry up!", so he did. He didn't want to anger him any more than he had already, as Carl was his current bread and butter.
"You're not moving fast enough, bitch! I got a wife upstairs waiting for me! I ain't got all fucking day to fuck around with your ass!" Carl spat through grit teeth as he reached into the shower and pulled Marlon out by the back of the neck. Marlon nearly slipped on the tilted floor as Carl dragged him out of the bathroom soapy and wet, and threw him down in doggy position on the futon. Before Marlon could even protest, Carl aimed his dick up between the ass cheeks and rammed forth, burying his 8 and 1/2 inches in one shove.
"AARRHHH!!" screamed Marlon, at the viscous entry. His anus clamping down on Carl's dick as it bored through his guts and punched into his bowels. Carl placed his hand around Marlon's mouth as he started to fuck him hard and deep.
"Shut up, bitch! This is what you're used to getting from Milt, ain't it? You should be used to it by now!" yelled Carl. But Marlon's mind wasn't on Milt at the moment, he was having flash backs to prison life, and how the animals there would fuck him like a bitch until he couldn't even walk! They shoved their dicks into him without a single iota of care for his well being. All they wanted was some ass, and wooing a brother or being gentle was considered being "soft" in prison, and no one wanted to be soft, so they all fucked with that "gotta rape this ass" mentality, leaving Marlon with sore insides and a bleeding boi'gina on many occasions.
Carl had nearly forgotten how good Marlon's anal pussy was. He'd only fucked Marlon a handful of times over at Milt's house (back before Milt started trippin), before Milt cut him off from Marlon completely. One day he was letting him "hit it", the next day he was telling Carl Marlon wasn't available. Carl knew something was wrong then. He could tell Milton was starting to catch feelings for Marlon (for another man), and couldn't let that happen. He knew Demeecee was going away for a weekend sabbatical with her church, leaving Milton and Marlon alone for the entire weekend. He knew what they would be up to! He knew Milton would fall for Deme's little brother if they got any tighter. So to break up Milt's little game, Carl called the church to report an emergency had happened to one of the member's families, and had them leave the resort a tad earlier than scheduled, -hoping to get Milt caught. When Milton finally called him and told him how Deme had walked in on him and Marlon in bed, it was all he could do to keep from laughing out loud in his ear.
Carl liked hearing Marlon's groans and grunts when he jammed his dick all the way up in his ass, making him squirm and moan while he held him steady with his hand cupped firmly over his mouth. He insulted Marlon as much as possible, calling him lewd crude names and taking his self esteem to a new low. He liked the power he held over the weaker man, -liked treating him like trash and making him bare it. Marlon had his eyes squinted shut the entire time, his face twisted in pain as he felt Carl finally cumming in his ass after nearly 10 minutes of agony. "AAAhhhhh..." groaned Carl, shooting like mad as he came harder than he has in years.
Afterwards, he pulled his dick from Marlon's ass and wiped it on the back of Marlon's shirt before getting dressed. Marlon got up off the futon, his ass feeling sore and irritated from the forced entry. He could feel Carl's load in him, already trying to come back out as he tightened the sore sphincter muscles to keep it in. "Don't go too far, I'll be in tex." said Carl as he left. "Good morning...!" Marlon heard him greet the couple from 1-A through his window as they left for work together. They greeted Carl friendly, unaware that he's just practically raped Marlon just moments ago in his apartment. Marlon collapsed on the futon, curling up in a ball as he drifted off to sleep.
At around 9am, Marlon started his daily duties as "handy-man". He started by sweeping the front walk and sidewalks and picking up trash from around the area. Then he started vacuuming the inside carpet and steps and washing down the banisters when he heard Curtis coming down the stairs.
"Sup dawg!" he smiled, dressed in his usual b-boy gear; Durag, Tupac t-shit, baggy jeans, timbs, and backpack. He bounced down the steps on his way to class and work.
"Hey..." said Marlon, trying to act normal. Curtis stopped on the middle divide where Marlon was cleaning, and pulled a tooth pick from his mouth.
"uh, yo homs....look eh, no offense about lass nite, rite? You kno I ain't mean nothin bout whut happened? We wuz juss 2 dawgz kickin it, rite?" asked Curtis, awkwardly trying to apologize for taking advantage of Marlon's state of mind.
"Yeh, yeah...I know." said Marlon, trying to act as if it were kewl.
"Kew? Werd? So you wuz a'ight wid it?" asked Curtis, surprised. He'd loss more than a few friends that way, but had to admit to have had copped some good ass thug booty in the process.
"I uh...well, I...it's okay..." admitted Marlon reluctantly, not wanting Curtis to mistake his lack of anger as an admission of interest. He didn't want to have to explain to him how he had been fucked in prison, and was used to men taking advantage of him. He didn't want Curtis to know his most shameful secret.
"Kew, datz wuzzup dawg!" smiled Curtis, slapping hands and 'thug hugging' Marlon in true homboi style. "Yo man, any time you wanna come by n' smoke sum mo' shit wid me, my door's open, YO! A'ight?"
"Okay." smiled Marlon, knowing the true message behind the invitation meaning; next time you want to get high and get fucked, stop on by! Marlon had no intentions on stopping by Curtis' spot.
"A'ight dawg, hit me up lata!" said Curt, jogging down the last flight of steps and out the front door. Marlon's tex-page beeped. He pulled it from his pocket, it read; "be there in 10 minutes, hav the ass ready -C."