Marlon
There comes a time in everyone's life when they hit rock bottom. For Marlon that time was prison. He was 21 when he was sent to live out a one year sentence, and his life was change forever ever since! He still has night sweats from the beatings and rapes he sustained. He was a sub form of life, meaning he was amongst some of the lowest ranks in the prison system. He was forced to submit and service men sexually against his will. In prison, it's hard to find anyone who is sympathetic. The warden just wanted a quiet penitentiary that was within his budget, the guards just want their pay checks, the medical staff just patches up injured prisoners and send them back into the wolf's den, and the councilors and social workers are just waiting to get better jobs elsewhere! The only ones you have in your corner to cover your back are the members from your "gang" or "crew" (if you're lucky enough to belong to one). The ones that go solo risk attack from everyone!
Marlon had a "crew", but they didn't treat him as their equal. To them, Marlon was their "bitch", their property, -he was there to suck and be fucked in the absence of their wives and girlfriends. He was an inmate, but he didn't have any of the rights as other inmates! He had to ask permission from his owners to use the restroom, to take a shower, to visit with his family or lawyer, to eat, to sleep, to even change clothes.
He remembers sitting in the visitor's box, a glass wall between he his mother and attorney. He'd just been mouth and ass raped by his cell-mates Blaine and Mook. His ass was sore, not to mentions severely stretched and leaking the remnants of his last encounter! His mother kept asking why was he fidgeting in his seat so much. Marlon could barely concentrate on what his attorney was saying, he knew once he got back to his cell, he was in for even more fucking from Troy and Jook (his other 2 cell-mates). Now, drugs seemed to be the only remedy he had to help him forget his tribulations.
It was a weekend, Marlon was off from his handyman duties, but his sexual servitude to Carl was around the clock! He awoke early on saturday with Carl's dick shoved between his lips. He had no idea how long Carl had been mouth fucking him in his drug induced sleep, but he must have been going for awhile because it didn't take him long to blow his load straight down into Marlon's throat.
Marlon felt the dick shoved into his throat, Carl's hairy balls pressed against his nose as his dick throbbed and pulsed his thick load down Marlon's open throat! Marlon's eyes popped wide open from the shock of it, but the cum just puddle in his chest. When Carl's orgasm was done, he pulled his dick from Marlon's mouth, pulled up his pants, and left without a word! Marlon sat up on his futon, and swallowed the cum puddle in his chest cavity, forcing it down into his stomach. He reached down under his couch/bed, and pulled out a small shoe box. He thought he had some weed left over from last night, but he must've smoked it all in one sitting. He threw the box across the room, stifling a sob.
Milt
Milton and Demeecee's plane ride back into the States took hours, and the conversation between them was minimal at best. The tension between them seemed to be even more thick than before they left for vacation. For the first time since their marriage, Deme had doubts about her husband's sexuality! First she caught him in bed having sexual relations with her brother (yes he explained he was drunk and unaware, but how drunk would he have to be to butt fuck another man and not know?), then he tries to fuck her in the ass on vacation! Milton was changing, and Deme wasn't sure into what!
Milton's mind had been on hiatus for the past few days. He had his wife back, but his life didn't feel the same. Somehow, something was different. At first he thought it was just him trying to make up for fucking up, but then he started to realize something hand changed well before he got caught cheating. What he didn't know however, was what he was going to do about it. He loved Deme, but he felt his heart was no longer in it. Yet he couldn't see himself leaving his wife for another man! What kind of life could he have living with another dude? What would people say? What would they think? He didn't think he could live life with people looking at him funny and whispering about him behind his back! Life with Deme was safer, surer, and more stable. He wanted a family (eventually). They were married! Whatever this was going on, was going on in his head! He had to figure out a way to get over and get past it. He felt his life, and his sanity hang in the balance!
Tre and Donte
Weekends in apt 2-B were lofty. Both Tre and Donte were off their jobs. For Tre it was a chance to get his weekly hair cut and to get his car washed, while Donte preferred to sleep in, eat a late breakfast, and party all night at club Onyx with his best friends and reluctant boyfriend in tow! CLUB ONYX is little known to exist to most true heterosexuals of the hard working male seeking female class of the population. But in gay life, it's a known heaven for thug trade, DL boiz, and homothugs. The cliental is strictly of the gay/bisexual persuasion. Fem/masc, gay/bisexual/bi-curious/ all flock here on weekends after dark, when most other clubs are near close to closing. The main floor was packed with hot bodies, dancing, giggling, gyrating, pumping, and primping. Sweaty bodies dressed in clad clothing mixed it up on the dance floor, jamming to the latest beats from hip-hop artists and house music mixes geared to throw them into a heated frenzy.
The main floor consisted of a huge dance floor, 3 bars, a sitting area, lounge, and and upstairs balcony where you could order wing-dings, hot-wings, or nachos off the menu. In the basement (which you had to pay extra to get into, -AND which had a separate entrance) was a more darker private area called the "UnderGround" where people could mingle, cruise, or engage in some more seeder activities. IT had seating areas, couches, flat beds, private rooms, etc, -in a dimly lit red light kind of atmosphere.
ONYX doesn't open it's doors until 11pm, and the crowd doesn't stop coming until it's doors closes at 4am. Amongst the crowd in the main area were Donte Morgan, Trelic Taylor, (Donte's best friends) -Malik and Seka, and Marlon Overton. Marlon was talked into accompanying Donte and his crew when Donte found out that Marlon and Curtis were no longer seeing each other. Tre wasn't really thrilled about the idea of Donte interfering in the "handyman's" private life, but when Donte insisted, he knew his boyfriend had an ulterior motive for dragging him along. At first he thought it was to hook Marlon up with one of his friends (Malik was always on the search for true love (but never finding it), while Seko was a total whore. Either would have given Marlon a night to remember, especially given how well Marlon cleaned up dressed in a nice pair of Guess Blue Jeans, a blue stripped button down shirt (Crystal bought him during his last birthday), a fresh hair cut and shave. Donte helped Marlon dress, as he hadn't worn anything other than jeans and a t-shirt since his release from prison), but when Donte told them that Marlon was "off limits", Tre wasn't sure what his boyfriend was up to.
They found a table to sit at on the packed balcony section, and ate a late meal while drinking Long Island Iced Teas and Apple Martinis. Marlon felt out of place in the totally gay environment, as he looked around at all the different types that came out to party. Drag queens, fem-thugs, sexy handsome roughnecks hanging on the arms of feminine twicks that definitely would have been on the receiving end in any prison cell! He prayed to god that he spotted no one he knew. The last thing he needed was for someone he knew personally to come up and spot him in a gay club, word would surely hit the street faster than a sale on toilet paper! He felt out of place even more so, every time he noticed how Seko flirted and ogled ever hot looking man that walked by.
"So how long have you been in 'the life', uh... Marlon is it?" asked Malik, eating hot-wings in blur cheese dressing from a Styrofoam tray.
"The life?" asked Marlon, unaware of the term.
"You know, GAY life!" said Tre, pointing around.
"Oh. Not... uh, not long." answered Marlon, uncomfortably. He wasn't exactly OUT, and didn't really consider himself GAY, despite getting fucked by men. "How long have you been out?" he asked, eating Nachos from a similar tray. Malik was a dark brown brutha that dressed every urban and didn't look especially gay (until he opened his mouth to speak, then there was very little doubt).
"Oh, this bitch's been gay all her life!" intervened Seko, stealing a wing ding off Malik's tray. Marlon thought Seko was extremely nice looking (for a guy), but his flirtatious feminine behavior made him uncomfortable to be around. The way Seko looked at him (and every other man in the club), made Marlon feel like a stripper standing on a stage in a g-string!
"And you two?" he asked Donte and Tre, whom been sharing a large order of fried wings and curly fries.
"A little less than 2 years!" announced Tre. "We met at a party..."
"And I swept this nicca up off his feet ever since!" intercepted Donte, stuffing a fry in his mouth.
"You swept me?" shocked Tre, looked sideways at his lover. "I think it was the other way around, boy!"
"Whateva, boo! When I threw this booty on ya, you KNEW you were MINES!" joked Donte, leaning in for a greasy food kiss. Marlon shifted, enviously. At that instant, he wondered what Milt was doing (for the umpteenth time).
"You 2 are making poor Marlon here uncomfortable." noticed Malik, keeping a close eye on the new guy.
"Sorry, man." said Tre, wiping ketchup from his lips. "I know how hard it was for me when I first came out and started going to gay clubs. I was so uncomfortable..."
"Ain't like you FIT IN now, bitch!" teased Seko, getting an arrogant look from Tre.
"Wuzup?" said some guy, walking by their table and looking down at Marlon. Marlon nodded in his direction, but didn't give off any signs of interest.
"Gurl! Why don't you go dance with him?" asked Donte, trying to encourage Marlon.
"Cause he's not comfortable here!" said Malik, stating the obvious.
"Yes, not everyone in the life is into the homo-world! I keep telling you that!" reminded Tre.
"I got YOU into it, didn't I?" asked Donte, proving a point. "What he needs to do is relax! Gurl, ain't no body here gonna bite your ass in here!"
"Unless you into that!" added Seko towards Marlon, and getting no response.
"Come on, I'LL dance with you!" said Donte standing up.
"No, I'LL dance with him! You already have a man!" said Seko, looking to get his hands on Marlon.
"Look bitch, -I said I'LL do it! Your dance moves tend to get X-rated!" insisted Donte, having spotted someone he knew down on the dance floor.
"No, no, no, that's okay!" said Marlon in protest, shocked at the offer.
"I insist!" said Donte, squeezing pass Tre and grabbing Marlon's wrist. "And you know how I am when I insist!" he added, dragging Marlon downstairs and through the crowded dance floor of hip-hop bodies in motion.
They found a spot near the center (where Donte spotted his friend) and started dancing. Marlon had only danced with a guy once before, but that was at a straight club, and females were involved (sort of). This was different, wasn't a real woman in sight! It didn't take him long to realize his dance partner wasn't really paying him too much mind, as Donte's head turned left, right, and left again as if looking for someone. When he saw HIM again, he smiled and directed Marlon backwards until they bumped backs. Marlon turned to say "excuse me", when he noticed the other dancing body belonged to Curtis Williams from apt 1-B.
"Curtis..." he said, stopping in his tracks. Curtis turned and looked at Marlon and stopped dancing.
"My work here is DONE!" said Donte, walking off the dance floor to go back to his man and their chicken wings.
"Whut'r you doin' here?" asked Curtis, forgetting he had a dance partner.
"Just hanging!" answered Marlon. Curtis didn't take his eyes off of him. He stared Marlon up and down as if he were a steak dinner.
"Can we go sumwhere n' talk fo' a minnit?" he asked Marlon in his ear. Marlon thought for a second, he did feel that they needed to add closure to their friendship and nodded yes. Curt turned back to his dance partner and excused himself, then took Marlon someplace more quiet. "Eva been downstairs to the UnderGround?" he asked, guiding Marlon through the maze of people.
"I've never been here before!" said Marlon, trying not to get hit by a voguing arm or a flying elbow as he walked.
"Two." said Curtis to the doorman covering the entrance to the basement. He gave the man a twenty, and they were let in. They descended the stairs into the darkness, the blare of the music fading to a rhythmic beat in the background. Marlon could barely see his hands before his face as his eyes had to adjust to the red lights illuminating the Underground. He bumped into other bodies down there, but this time it was different. These bodies weren't dancing and gyrating feverishly to the music, they were standing still and lingering, curious and encouraging more touching.
Curtis found them an empty space on one of the flat beds where they could sit and talk. Marlon's eyes was busy looking around at the other men. Some were strolling single on the prowl, while others were engaged in quiet conversations, others were making out, and a couple of them were damn near naked having sex! That's when he noticed Curtis sitting a little too closely.
"I missed you, boi." he said, pulling out a blunt. Marlon watched him light it, then inhale the first puff. He watched Curt's face as he tilted his head back and ingested the smoke, then slowly exhaled it in a single streak of smoke. "Did you miss me?" he asked, passing it off to Marlon.
"Yes. But I need to tall you something." said Marlon, taking the blunt. "About Carl...."
"Fuck dat, man! I'm ova it!" said Curtis, watching Marlon inhale. "When I first heard yall fuck'n inna basement dat day..., I'll admit I kinda gotta lil' pissed."
"You heard us?" asked Marlon, nearly choking on the weed as he handed it back.
"Yeeh. I followed you down to yur apt. I waz gonna sneak in n' try to surprise you, but I waz da one got surprised." Marlon looked embarrassed as he recalled that encounter with Carl. Carl had viscously attacked him and tied him up and raped him that night. He wondered how much of that Curtis saw or heard. That was a pretty violent session. No wonder Curt reacted so pissed later on. "But when you came back to my apt dat nite, I thought maybe it ain't mean nothin. You came in n' we kicked it like usual. Then dat nite we waz inna nite club groovin, I heard dat beeper..., n' I knew who it waz! I...I juss loss it!"
"Why, man?" asked Marlon. "We didn't have any commitments or nothing."
"I kno! Datz whut fuck'd me up! Datz when I knew..., it waz mo' to us then dat!" said Curtis, taking back the blunt. Marlon could feel the drug already starting to effect him.
"What do you mean?" he asked, having an idea, but wanting to hear it out loud.
"Damn man, you gonna make me say it n'shit?" asked Curt, blushing.
"Say what?" asked Marlon, acting clueless. Curtis looked Marlon directly in the eyes.
"Say how I really feel about chu, nigga." he said, in a serious tone. The air suddenly grew thick.
"I, uh..." but before Marlon could even finish his sentence, Curtis moved in and kissed him hard on the lips. Marlon was surprised by the act, -and even more so by his own reaction as he didn't instantly pull away. Instead, he allowed the kiss to linger, and deepen as Curtis tossed what was left of the half of blunt onto the floor and laid Marlon back on the bed.
Marlon got caught up in the moment, nearly forgetting where he was as Curtis' tongue entered his mouth and he pressed himself down on top of him. Marlon's hands snaked around Curtis' waist as their heads twist and turned in lip lock. Curtis felt his dick stiffen quickly in his pants as Curtis kissed his way down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt as he licked even lower. Marlon tried to stop him when he felt him undoing his pants, but gave up the fight when he felt Curtis take him into his mouth.
"uhh..." moaned Marlon lowly, realizing he hadn't had his dick sucked since their last time together. As much sex as he had been getting from Carl (and even including that week he allowed Byron to fuck him), neither men were into sucking dick or gratifying Marlon's needs. The sexual encounters were totally one sided. HE was the vessel in which they used to get off, and once they did, he was cast aside like day old trash.
He looked around briefly to see if they were causing a spectacle, but no one seemed to notice or mind as they searched for their own action. Marlon closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of Curtis' mouth as it slid up and down his hard shaft. Marlon felt Curt let his dick slip from his lips as he moved down to his balls. He pulled Marlon's pants off completely as he spread his legs to get better access. He took both of the hairy orbs in his mouth and sucked them gently, lathering them thoroughly with saliva before spitting them out and going lower. "Curtis, no..." whispered Marlon embarrassed, as his legs were lift to expose his asshole. Curtis ignored his protest and sucked his hole anyway. Marlon tried to escape by rolling over, but Curtis' face and tongue followed, digging deeper as he gripped the butt cheeks firmly and pulled Marlon into doggy position with his head resting on the flat bed. Marlon realized this was definitely a mistake when he felt Curtis slap his enormous erection up between the cheeks. Marlon looked back over his shoulder in a panic. "Curtis..., you can't...!"
"Shhhh..." whispered Curtis, placing the head up to Marlon's slick anus. Marlon felt the head enter him, and bit down on his lower lip to keep from making any noise. Curtis was gentle about pushing his amazingly long appendage up in him, but it was all Marlon could do to keep from screaming out loud. It wasn't like he was high this time, his muscles weren't as relaxed as with previous encounters with Curt. Soon he felt Curt's curly pubes press into his buttock, and knew he had it all up inside. Curtis groaned from the firmness of Marlon's butt, it gripped him tightly, the ring squeezing the base of his dick like the curly end of a tube of tooth-paste.
Slowly he began to fuck. Marlon could feel the length of Curt's man-hood pulling at his anal ring, dragging it outward with his withdraw. Marlon stifled a groan to keep down attention as Curtis shifted to an inward stroke. A few close-bys noticed what was going on, and gathered in to watch and/or participate. Marlon noticed other people coupling up around them, -strangers looming, grooming, touching, feeling, fondling one another in the dark. Someone's hand reached out and began stroking Marlon's hardon. Another couple laid down on the flat bed next to them and started fucking in missionary position. Around them they heard heavy breathing as hands reached in to grope and mouths reached in to lick.
Marlon felt someone grasp his hardon from underneath. At first he thought it was Curtis trying to jack him off while he fucked, but he soon realized it wasn't when a hungry mouth soon followed. Marlon felt his dick engulfed as the talented dick sucker wiggled his head up under Marlon's spread legs. He bobbed his head up and down on Marlon's stiff tool, bathing it thoroughly in the hot confides of his wet mouth. Marlon felt the 2 sensation (getting fucked & sucked) at once, and sighed in deep contentment. Curtis was starting to fuck him harder, driving his dick in and out at a good rate while holding Marlon firmly by the waist. The guy sucking him was doing an excellent job as far as Marlon was concerned. He was taking Marlon's dick from tip to root with each stroke, with no signs of tiring. Marlon was impressed at how deeply the bottom guy was sucking him, and figured he must be vastly experienced in such things (not unlike himself).
Marlon strained his eyes to see who was sucking him off so well, but couldn't quite make out dude's face due to the dark, -which only seemed to add to the excitement. When Curtis pulled Marlon back to share a deep soul kiss (slipping his tongue into Marlon's mouth), Marlon came instantly in the bottom guy's sucking mouth.
"uugghh..." gagged the bottom as he drank Marlon's juice down.
Curtis felt Marlon's orgasm through the spasms of his asshole. The tight rhythmic gripping sent shivers up Curt's spin, and caused him to bust his own load in Marlon's ass. Marlon's felt the huge deluge filling his guts with liquid as they continued kissing. When they finally stopped, the bottom guy crawled from under Marlon, giving Marlon his first look at the stranger's face. Marlon nearly gasped in surprise.
"Seko!"
"Hey man..." smiled Seko, licking his lips. "I saw you duck down here with ole boi, and decided to see what was up! Glad I did!" he added, getting up to roam around some more.
"You kno him?" asked Curtis, removing himself as he tucked his dick back in.
"uh..., friend of Donte's." answered Marlon, pulling up his pants. He looked around the area to find other men coupled in a massive orgy. Bodies heaved and pumped up and down as hot mouths and assholes swallowed big organs. Marlon couldn't believe there were places like this! No wonder the gay community got such a bad rep!
"So..." said Curtis, pulled Marlon's back into him, -kissing his neck gently. "...you wanna come home wid me?"