MILT
The morning alarm rang like a stage coach rumbling through Milt's head. He reached over and smack the alarm shut before it could awaken his wife (Demeecee), then straggled himself up out of bed and into the bathroom where he let loose a bladder full of piss into the open toilet. After pissing, he made his way over to the sink, where he splattered his sleepy face with some cold water to help wake himself up. He looked up into the mirror at his reflection, but could barely face the man he saw.
His mind wandered back to the night before, when he got drunk and went over to Curtis' apartment (Marlon's friend) to see Marlon. He was angry, confused, and horny when he stumbled upon a party the neighbors were having. Milt couldn't remember what was said at the party, but he did remember a terrible stabbing in his gut after confronting Marlon's friend about their relationship.
Milt's head hurt with a hang over, but unlike usual hang overs, he also felt an aching in his ass! He vaguely recalled having sex with Marlon and Curtis, but none of the details. Fearing the worse, he closed and locked the bathroom door, then dropped his boxers and bent over in front of the full length mirror Deme had hung on the door. He reached back behind himself and pulled apart his ass cheeks, seeing his dark hairy asshole for the very first time. He breathed a grateful sigh of relief when his asshole appeared to look normal. It was still tightly sealed and looked untouched, giving birth to the belief he was still virgin and that nothing really happened last night. Had it all been his imagination?
Milt straightened up, then hopped into the shower to get ready for work. During the hot shower, memories of Marlon sucking his dick while Curtis fucked Marlon's ass danced through his brain. Milt found himself fully aroused, stroking his soapy erection until he shot a hot spray of cum down the drain. 'Damn, I needed that' -he thought to himself as he quickly started a fresh lather.
CURTIS
Normally the alarm would ring for Curtis to get up to get ready for school, but this morning, he found himself already awake. He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling with his boo in his arms beside him. He could feel his dick starting to awaken as thoughts of Milt and his tight fine ass rolled through his mind. Curtis loved Marlon, but he also loved tight straight boy booty more! He wanted nothing more than to have Marlon call up Milton, and have him bring that fine black ass back over to him for a hot morning session. He knew most "straight" guys he fucked in the past often pretended not to remember they'd been fucked by him until it was time to get high again. Some where very weary about getting high in his presence again after experiencing that terrible ache in the asses, while others (whom obviously liked it) couldn't wait to hook up again, calling him nearly every payday asking him if he wanted to get high!
Marlon wondered which one Milt would be..., -the "I don't know what you talking bout" kind, or the "let's get together real soon" type? Either way, he couldn't erase the fact that his ass had been busted, -and that Curtis (with his big thick 10 and 1/2 inch python) did the busting!
MARLON
Marlon woke up with his head laying on Curt's arm. He peeked out through slit eyes as the sun came shinning through the window and filled the room with light. Marlon shut his eyes, then snuggled up next to his boi. He felt Curt's slim body laid out in prone state, one arm behind his head as if resting but not sleep. Marlon looked down and saw the tent Curt's dick was making of the bed sheets, and reached down to caress it.
"Morning..." he mumbled, incase he had morning breath.
"G'morn'n, bae!" said Curtis, looking down at him. Marlon stroked his thick dick in his hand under the sheets. After a while, he pushed back the covers, then went down to say 'good morning' to his other friend.
Curtis merely watched in amusement as Marlon took his dick into his mouth and started bathing it with his lips and tongue. He suckled the head, licking the crown and shaft before taking it halfway in. Curtis rubbed Marlon's back gently while he sucked him slow and sensually. His hand traveled down to Marlon's buttock, where he pinched and squeezed each cheek. His fingers slid between them, zeroing in on the moist hole. He heard Marlon moan as he dug his fingers into the wet crevice. He'd fucked Marlon sometime during the twilight hours (after Milt left), so he knew the hole was wet from leakage of his semen. Marlon was good in that way, always willing and ready when his dick was hard and stiff for some action.
"How bout another 3sum?" asked Curt, looking down at Marlon swallowing his dick like an anaconda does its prey.
"With a girl?" asked Marlon, looking up.
"A girl'll be aiight..., but I waz wonder'n bout you invitin' yur boi Milt ova again. I kno how much you like em." suggested Curtis, casually.
"Milt?" said Marlon, thinking it over. "I don't know about that, Curtis..., Milt was high last night, I wouldn't bank on him wanting to do another 3some anytime soon."
"You still like em, don't cha?" asked Curtis, fluffing the pillow behind his head so he could see Marlon's facial expressions better.
"Of course, he's my brother in-law..." said Marlon.
"You nah'mean..., you like 'em like THAT, don't cha? You still want em, rite?"
"I've got YOU." said Marlon, taking Curt's dick back into his mouth.
"But you want HIM too, rite?" insisted Curt.
"I don't know..., he's my sister's husband. It's not right..."
"But you still want em." stated Curtis, flatly.
"If he was single..., yes..., I'd want to be with him. But he's not! YOU are." said Marlon, assuring his loyality. Curtis settled back in bed, allowing Marlon to continue what he started. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lover's throat, sighing softly as he took him all the way down to his fully bloated balls. If Milton was willing to accept his (Curt's) position as Marlon's #1 boyfriend, then Curt was okay with Milt coming over to spend time with them and do 3ways...
DONTE
The sun dazzled against the stone jewels in Donte's men's diamond engagement ring as he held it up to the light. He'd announced the engagement to everyone, from his parents and siblings, to his friends and work associates, to the people in his building, the neighbors down the street, his barber, his nailary, his mailman, even the coffee waitress at Starbucks...(she sees him everyday!).
No date had been set, but that was just a formality. A wedding WOULD take place, if he had to drag the groom there kicking and screaming over his own dead body! Donte wasn't sure if he truly loved Trelic like that, but what was love anyway? For the past 2 years they went to sleep and woke up together. They laughed, cried, sang, dance, made love, fucked, argued, made up, ate, drank, drove, breathed, bathed, shit, fart, and worshipped together. If that isn't love, -what is?
TRELIC
No one at the office took more pride in their work and appearance than Trelic Taylor did. He never had a hair out of place, and was always clean shaven, well groomed, and smelling good. He was what they called the "Metro-sexual", a man whom took great pride in his appearance and went that extra mile to insure he looked good all the time. Trelic had a wide assortment of grooming products to keep his skin clear, his complexion even, his bags covered, his scare camouflaged, and his body smelling refreshed. Donte often teased him that HE was the primpy one, and was often mistaken by many outsiders as the "bottom" in their relationship do to his fussy nature. But Trelic was no bottom, he was "all man" when it came to sex in bed. HE did the fucking, and anyone he dated (before Donte) soon learned that first hand, the first time they tried to top him in bed.
He got out of the shower, his slim naked body dripping wet as he reached for a towel. He did his normal morning ritual; skin cleansers, facial scrubs, after shave, nose hair clippers, etc... He lotion his body down, then made his way back into the bedroom to get dressed for work.
In the bedroom, he found Donte still asleep, laying suspiciously on his stomach, -his legs spread invitingly, with the covers pulled down to reveal his fat round delicious ass. Trelic knew it was a set up, as Donte only did this move when he wanted to get fucked one last fuck in before Tre left for work. He knew it was hard for Tre to resist a nice fat ass. Ever since they got together, Donte had been on the receiving end of his dick, practically every single day for 2 whole years! Tre felt his dick starting to rise as he tried to ignore Donte's allure. He busied himself in his mirror, keeping an eye on the bed through the reflection. He heard Donte moan, then move his legs further apart as he heightened his ass seductively. Tre laughed to himself at his boyfriend's gaudy display, but couldn't deny it was working, as his dick now stood 8 inches out in front of him. Looking at the clock, he gave in, grabbing the anal lube off the dresser.
Donte smiled with his face buried in the pillow. He knew Tre wouldn't be able to resist his backward boi-pussie, -and Tre always says HE's the one that nabbed Don, "as if!" Tre greased his hard dick, then added an generous amount to the crack of his lover's ass, then moved his dick in between the cheeks.
"Ooooo..." groaned Donte, suddenly waking up as he lifted his head up off the pillow. "...you're gonna be late for work, baby." he moaned, as if he didn't know what was going on.
"This won't take long." assured Trelic, getting down to business.
CHARMAINE
Charmaine couldn't help getting up to check in on the baby at least 100 times a day. Her first child, -she was a new mom with knowledge of a myriad of horror stories. Crib death, shaken baby syndrome, colic, postpartum depression, -you name it, she's heard it. There never seemed to be an end to the bad news people knew of babies dying. Why would people want to put a new mother in such a frightful frame of mind? -she wondered.
After checking on the baby, she decided to go back to bed to catch another hour or so of sleep, before the baby's morning feeding. She shuffled back to bed, removing her night gown as she got back under the covers.
CARL
Her husband rolled over against her, pressing his front to her back as his morning erection poked into her backside. He reached around to hug her close, grinding his hardon into his buttock.
"Stop Carl..., I'm not in the mood." she said, waving him away.
"Come on, honey..., it's been ages since I've had any..." he begged, his dick starving for attention. "It's been well over 6 weeks..." whined Carl, the recommended time period between birth and sex while the woman's body healed and the likelihood of her getting pregnant again so soon -drops. "...we can start making love again, now! Just let me put in the head..., please?"
"Why don't you call up your halloween dick sucking girlfriend, and let HER take care of it!?" asked Charmaine, ending all conversation.
Carl moved back to his side of the bed, his hardon quickly dying as he remembered the promise he made to his brother to leave Marlon alone!
ANGIE
Every morning started the same. Like clock work, her boyfriend Byron would roll over, spread her legs, and go down on her until he had her pussy soaking wet with spit and pussy juice, -then he'd climb up on top of her, and fuck her between her wide spread legs for the next 30 minutes or so, until they've both climaxed at least once.
Angie loved her man, he was tall, sexy, romantic (in his own rite), and most importantly, -straight! With all the gay men in her building, she was starting to really wonder if the "DL" fade hadn't become mainstream! Her perspective of gay men changed when she met the men in her building. All of them appeared to be straight, nice, good looking, intelligent, hard working, and relationship oriented. She could have dated any one of them..., well, except for maybe Donte, -of them all, he was the one that was the most clockable.
She was just lucky that she didn't have to worry about HER man. Byron was too straight to be influenced by all the gayness going on around them. She knew he was "tite", by the way he rocked her pussy every night! Not a day go by that she didn't have his long thick 9 inch curved dick stuffed balls deep up in her wet gripping snatch! She knew she had good pussy, every man she's ever dated had always wanted to come back for more. Even the one's she ran into years later, they were always trying to get back up in it, -calling her parents house to ask for her current phone number so they could get in touch with her.
BYRON
Byron was a man of little words in the sack. He usually tucked his head down, and fucked like a locomotive until the train pulled into the station and unloaded. He wasn't one into the dirty talk, the role playing, the different positions every 10 minutes, or the prolonging for hours and hours on end. He stuck it in, and fucked. The the way nature intended it to be.
Usually his mind is concentrating on enjoying the fabulous pussy he's pounding, but sometimes when plain fucking isn't enough, he day dreams about a porno he saw or a girl he used to bang before meeting Angie. Lately, his mind has been rewinding back to that long week his girl was out of town, and he was using the handyman -Marlon, to satisfy his carnal needs.
Byron didn't like thinking about some guy's ASS when he was knee deep in his girlfriend's pussy, but it seemed to be happening more and more frequently. He wasn't trying to leave his girlfriend for no GUY, but he wasn't against "kicking it" with one every now and then, -so long as they understood that he was straight, and not reciprocating!
He was currently plunging into his woman's pussy with the champion strokes that was his reputation, causing the head board of their bed to bang relentlessly into the back wall of their bedroom. He knew Marlon could hear them fucking that way every morning when the building was ultra quiet and you could hear a pin drop. It excited him more knowing that the neighbor knew what they were doing, and even more so now that Marlon had first hand knowledge of how Byron rocks it in bed!
He wondered if Marlon still wanted him? If he still thought of the sex they had that long week while Angie was away? Truth be told, HE did. Every now and then Byron found himself thinking of how surprisingly pleasant it was to fuck another man. He never thought he would have, having always kept a safe distance from guys he knew were gay. But it wasn't as bad as he originally thought it would be. There was no shit, no mess, no way for people to tell that he fucked some guy...
At first he was frightful that people would be able to tell, that there would be some way they could just look at him and tell that he'd just been up some man's ass. But after his girl returned from her trip to Ohio, she never gave any indication that she had even the slightest notion, -enabling Byron to breath a sigh of relief! He fucked the shit out of her that entire week, redeeming and reclaiming his shaky manhood while completely avoiding gay Marlon and pulverizing his girlfriend's pussy to a pulp!
KENDALL
Quitting his job to work at home developing web-site designs was the best decision Kendall made in years! He worked his own hours, choose his own prices and cliental, and got the chance to be home more often than not.
He was on his Blue Tooth, having a business call with a new potential client looking to get a web design for his new hair shop down around Broad and Susquehanna. Kendall was telling him how he could create a full 5 page design, high lighting modeled pictured of his hair styles, and photos of the interior and exterior of the shop, -when suddenly his doorbell rung. He continued talking as he answered it.
"Carl..." he said, surprised. "...what can I do for you, man?"
"I heard about what you asked to do for my brother at that restaurant the other day!" said Carl, straight to the point.
"uh..., excuse me Robert..., may I call you back? I have an emergency." said Kendall. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks." he added, cutting the call. "Come on in..." he offered, as Carl strolled by him. He follows Carl into the living room. "Look man..., I don't know what your brother told you about the restaurant, but I had heard that he was fucking his brother in-law -Marlon! And when I pulled him aside to talk to him about it, he flat out denied it ever happened and stormed out of the building! Now I don't know where he gets this idea that I offered to suck his dick, -but that never happened!" lied Kendall.
"I didn't tell you Milt said that!" countered Carl, suspiciously.
"oh..., uh, right." said Kendall, catching his mistake. "I can explain...."
"I don't give a fuck about Milt and Marlon..." said Carl, honestly. "...I'm trying to work my own shit out! I hear you like to suck dick..., and I like getting my dick sucked! So..., maybe we can work something out." offered Carl, reaching down to rub his crotch. Kendall looked down at the bulge growing down his friend's leg.
"I'm listening..." he said, licking his lips.
DEMEECEE
'Russell, Mann, and Beerch Insurance Adjustors' -Claims and Investigations Dept; is where Demeecee Howard works as a claim adjustor. Her cubical is decorated with pictures of herself and family, including her husband, parents, closest friends, and her brother. Her supervisor walks by, inspecting each cubical with a slow stroll by to insure her workers are spending billing hours doing actual work. Deme is heard discussing contract information with a customer via phone, while reading over work at her computer console.
"Supervisor again?" asks her best friend -Linda Graham, on the other end of the line.
"You know it gurl! Bitch watches us like a hawk! Wouldn't be surprised if she eats her young!" said Deme, pulling up the new Spegal Catalog on line. "So what were we saying?"
"We were talking about dinner the other day..." answered Linda, a school teacher sitting at her desk across town at Bartram High School in SW Philly, during her free period.
"Oh yeah..., the way Milton stormed out of the restaurant..., " remembered Deme, thinking back to that moment. "Why would your husband tell Milton that? He HAD to have known he'd get upset! And in the MENS room of all places..."
"You know men, -they always trying to stick up for each other. Kendall thought he was giving Milton a heads up by telling him what we talked about, is all." explained Linda.
"Why did you tell Kendall in the first place? You KNOW how these guys stick together! I told YOU in confidence!" shamed Deme.
"He's my husband, Dee..., surely you don't expect me to keep secrets from my man!"
"So I take it you told Kendall about that "All Male Review" we saw down at the Mystique's Club with Crystal that time..." questioned Deme. "...when you had your hands all over that male stripper's hard dick?"
"Ooo chile..., HE was a heavy weight, -wasn't he?" blushed Linda, remembering back.
"So you DO keep secrets?" tricked Deme.
"Okay, okay..." admitted Linda. "...MAYBE I shouldn't have told him, knowing how close they are..., but he IS my husband, Dee. Besides..., it's not like YOU were the one caught cheating. How's Milt going to turn this all around on you, and play the victim?"
"He IS a victim, Linda..., Milton didn't know who he was fucking no more than you did when you were a teenager!" defended Deme.
"Oh, you got jokes!" laughed Linda. "All I know is if I caught Kendall doing any thing like that to my brother, sister, neighbor, or DOG..., I'd cut his balls off and sell them on Ebay! See how he fucks after that?"
"How you know what your husband does while you at work?" asked Deme, striking a chord. "Doesn't he work from home?"
"Yes, he develops web-sites!" explained Linda. "But I'm one step ahead of you, girl..., Miss Lucy across the street from us keeps tabs on him, and reports if she sees any females come or go while I'm at work. My momma didn't raise no dummy!"
"I know that's right! She only raised whores!" laughed Deme.
"Bitch!" laughed Linda.
"I got to go, gurl! Miss Harriet Tupmen's coming back my way!" joked Deme, regarding her supervisor. "Talk to you later!"
LINDA
Linda hangs up her cell, then checks her watch. She has 5 minutes left before her next class starts and her free period is over. She thinks back to what Demeecee said about not knowing what her husband does at home, and decides to call him, -just to say how much she loves him. Not to check up on him, -he wouldn't like that.
"Hello?" answered Kendall.
"Hi honey, it's me. How's work?" asked Linda, preparing for the rush of students about to storm her class any minute.
"Up to my eyes balls in dead lines." said Kendall, trying to cut the talk short.
"Poor baby..., maybe when I get home, I can find some way to help you relax?" flirted Linda.
"A massage would definitely help." said Kendall.
"Only if you're cooking dinner tonight." negotiated Linda.
"Deal." answered her husband.
"I have to go, hon..., my students are coming." said Linda, watching them start to pile in. "See you soon."
"Bye." said Kendall, cutting off the cordless ear piece just as Carl grabbed him by the back of the head, and shoved his mouth down on his dick!
"Suck that shit, man!" he ordered, ramming into the back of Kendall's throat. Kendall gagged as the head punched through his throat like a fist. Kendall tried to push back, choking sounds emitting from him as he tried desperately to free himself from the pole. His stomach convulsed several times, threatening to spill his breakfast. Carl released his grip, allowing Kendall to come up for air.
"Damn, man..., you trying to KILL me?" asked Kendall, grabbing his sore throat in protest as he sat squat between Carl's spread legs on the couch.
"Marlon can take the whole thing." said Carl, missing his favorite throat pussy.
"Really?" asked Kendall, interested. "I guess all that prison dick gave him skills, eh?"
"Shut up, and keep sucking!" ordered Carl, grabbing his head again.
Kendall took Carl's dick back between his lips, determined to do a better job. He knew Carl for a number of years, never once realizing that he (or Milton for that matter) was like him, -bisexual. One of the hardest things in living life on the DL, is finding suitable players that won't expose your secret to the world. A bisexual man with his head on straight, didn't go around announcing to people that he's into dick. You don't come onto your fellow straight friends, for fear they might reject your offer and spread your secret to everyone. So finding other eligible men to fuck with was damn near one of the hardest things to do, until the Internet came along!
Kendall had to admit to having had set up more than a few encounters Online. Not limited only to transvestites (which he told Milton was his preference), he's had his fair share of baby daddies and thug boiz too. Dick was dick as far as he was concerned, eventually all leading to the same thing, -fucking!
Unfortunately Kendall wasn't as skilled as Marlon at sucking dick, -having a demanding job and a full time wife left him with limited time and resources on his hands. He could only manage about half, to 3 quarters of Carl's dick without gagging. But he gave it that old college try, stretching his dark mustache lips down around the shaft as far as he could before snaking them back up to the juicy head. He could taste the pre-cum already, a sure sign that he would be drinking a full load in minutes to come.
Carl was so thrilled to have some attentions given back to his throbbing dick, that he was willing to over look Carl's handicap (for the moment) of not being able to deep throat. He leaned back against the couch, resting his left hand on top Kendall's head while his homeboy and friend bobbed his head up and down in his lap.
"Yeah nigga, suck that dick man! I didn't know you was into this kind of shit..., I'd have been making you suck this shit a long time ago!" moaned Carl, humping up to meet Kendall on the down stroke.
Kendall sucked and slurped, licking and pumping the hard shaft with his hand, using it as a funnel to churn the cum from Carl's dick. Carl wasn't used to the added hand job, as Marlon had spoiled him by only using his mouth and throat. But Kendall was limited, and needed all the extra help he could to get Carl off. He stroked the thick dick with his hand while he slurped along the hard shaft with his mouth. Carl was surprised to find himself actually getting close, as his legs and his dick started to stiffen.
Kendall sensed the pending orgasm approaching, and worked harder to achieve his goal. Soon Carl was moaning and thrusting, and shooting hot thick wads of cum into his friend's mouth. Kendall felt the cum fire into his oral cavity, and accepted it as he churned the hard shaft for more.
He sucked and pumped, sucked and pumped, sucked and pumped, until he was sure Carl's climax had ended. When he raised his head, Carl saw that Kendall was holding his load inside his mouth.
"Ain't you going to swallow that?" he asked, flatly. Kendall shook his head 'no'. "I don't like my seed wasted, man." said Carl. "Swallow it." he insisted, grabbing Kendall roughly about the jaws.
Kendall's eyes protested, then he gave up, -tilting his head backwards, he gulped down the salty cum in several swallows, feeling it slither down his throat like mercury. "Good job..." smiled Carl, having found a new dick sucker. "...same time tomorrow?" he asked, tucking his dick back into his pants.