BRUTHALY LUV -3
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26 year old Marlon Overton lay on his back in bed, his legs precariously thrown over his boyfriend's shoulders as 23 year old Curtis Williams dug his long hard appendage smoothly in and out of his lover's ass.
Curtis was what Marlon liked to call `insatiable', doing "it" 3 to 4 times in a row with barely a break in-between. Sometimes Marlon's asshole would be so worn out after a long intense session, that it would be hard for him to walk the next day without groaning in pain. Curtis would fuck Marlon in half a dozen different positions before his balls were sufficiently depleted, leaving poor Marlon drenched in sweat and too sore to sit for the next 24 hours. It was hard to keep up with his daughter Rachelle on those days, when she had to be taken to and from school and dance & ballet classes.
Marlon groaned and grunted after every inward plunge of Curt's manly 12" dick. He knew Curtis got off on hearing him moan, knowing his big dick was causing just the right amount of pain/pleasure. When Marlon would get too quiet or content, Curtis would fuck him extra hard, slamming his slim hips into his ass to wake him up and put him back in the game.
But don't get it twisted, Marlon wasn't some unwilling sex slave (he was nearly as insatiable as his lover), but what Marlon enjoyed best was romance, foreplay being at the top of his list.
"I don't have too much more time..." complained Marlon, looking over at the clock as 3pm quickly came around. "...Rach'll be out of school soon..., I have to pick her up...!"
"I kno'..." said Curtis, determined to finish what he started as he began to pick up the pace of his fuck. "...how long've you been pickin' er up at skool, now...?" he asked, sarcastically. "In ALL THIS TIME have I ever made you late to get her...?"
"Yes!" answered Marlon, honestly.
"Well..., maybe a FEW times..." conceded Curtis, pushing Marlon's knees down to his chest (doubling him in half). "The POINT is..., --I KNO' you gotta be goin' soon..., remindin' me ain't gonna make me nut no quicker!"
Marlon knew Curtis was right, every time he reminded the younger man that he was running short on time, it would take Curtis nearly twice as long to cum. Curtis' thoughts would be so focused on the time, that he would be able to concentrating on his technique. Marlon had to learn to keep his mouth shut, to trust that Curtis knew his schedule and wouldn't intentionally cause him to run late.
Curtis shifted his 150 pound weight on the backs of Marlon's thighs, trapping him in place as Marlon's ass became even more vulnerable. He pulled back with his hips, pulling over half of his foot long manhood from his lover's ass before shoving it back in. Marlon could feel every inch of the long hard meaty lance slice through him as it parted his ass cheeks and dug deep into his colon. After 3 years of dating, Marlon still marveled at how big Curt's phallus was.
Curtis looked down to admire the way his dick looked moving in and out of Marlon's spread ass, the slightly haired anus moving in and out with his thrusts as he pumped long and deep through his man's guts. He fucked Marlon steadily for a few minutes, letting his body get used to the new position before he started to fuck faster. Soon he was slapping his pelvis into Marlon's buttock, driving every inch of his steel pole balls deep with every stroke. Marlon eyes would close tightly whenever Curt got too carried away, throwing his head back and tossing it side to side while straining to accommodate his lover's prick. Curtis only fucked Marlon like that for a few minutes, before changing the pace again to let his body recuperate.
Marlon was grateful when Curtis eased up. He opened his eyes and looked up into his lover's face just as Curtis leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met again as Curtis sucked Marlon's bottom lip until he captured his tongue. He laid down directly on top of the bottom man (chest to chest) as he continued to hump his hips in and out. Marlon parted his legs around Curtis' slim body, holding them up and open under their own strength. He wrapped his arms tenderly about his boyfriend's back, hugging him closely as Curtis devoured his mouth in hungry kisses.
Refusing to look at the clock, Marlon allowed himself to be swept away by his lover's actions. The gentle hump of his hips were short and methodical, giving Marlon's body time to recover before the finale. Marlon knew the climax would be rough, but that they both would benefit from it as was their routine.
Curtis pulled back off of Marlon until he was kneeling before him. He carefully turned Marlon's body sideways, maneuvering him onto his side, then onto his stomach without ever removing his dick. Marlon could feel the foot long phallus twisting around inside him, righting itself once his about turn was complete. Curtis moved between Marlon's legs, wedging himself between his thighs as he resumed fucking. He pumped his hips into Marlon's upturned ass from behind, sliding his manhood in and out with deep deliberate strokes, allowing Marlon's anus to massage his ramrod and coax the cum out of him.
Marlon loved being in this position best, feeling Curtis' light weight body on top of him, humping wildly as he pushed himself closer to climax. In this position Curtis could fuck as hard and deep, or as slow and sensual as he wanted, and Marlon would be better able to take it. Marlon arched his back as Curtis laid down on top of him. Leaning forward on his elbows, Marlon felt Curtis nestle his face into his neck, kissing and sucking in one particular spot while driving his manhood home. Marlon could feel Curt building up momentum inside him, rushing them both towards roaring climaxes.
"You feel so damn good inside...!" moaned Curtis, kissing Marlon's neck passionately while humping him deeply. Marlon could feel Curt's hands moving beneath him toward his chest, pulling and pinching his nipples.
Marlon's own hardon lay smashed against the mattress as he arched his ass backward to receive more of his lover's pole. Curtis licked his way from Marlon's neck up to his ear, burying his tongue in the hole as he nibbled about the sensitive lobe. Marlon felt himself starting to grind against the mattress, matching Curtis stroke for stroke.
"You like the way that dick feel in you...?" asked Curtis, breathing heavily into Marlon's spit wet ear between pumps.
"oh yeah..." groaned Marlon, getting weaker by the moment as Curtis drove him closer to the edge. "Oh god...!" he gasped as his dick began to throb, then unexpectedly started spurting thick gobs of cum between the bed and his stomach.
"Oh fuck...!" groaned Curtis, feeling Marlon's body tense up as his asshole began to spasm.
Curtis hammered his hips into Marlon's backside, fucking him straight through his climax as he slammed his dick home to the root with every thrust. Each inward ram caused Marlon's dick to spurt another load, soaking the bed sheets beneath him as cling helplessly to the mattress, holding on for dear life.
"aaawwwwhhh yyeeaaahhhh...!!" Moaned Curtis, reaching the top of the cliff as he thrust in one last time and held himself in deep. Marlon could feel the younger man's body straining against him as Curtis ground his pelvis into his ass, burying his rod before he came. "AAARRRRHHHHH...!!!" he yelled soon after, firing rope after rope of thick rich ball nut directly into Marlon's ass. Marlon clinched his cheeks, trapping Curt's erupting dick as he ground his own pumping prod into the bed for comfort.
Curtis collapsed on top of him, his body instantly growing weak as the last of his seed left his body in a mass of clots. "Damn that shyt was good...!" he sighed, unable to move. Marlon lay underneath him, enjoying the afterglow as Curtis panted on top of him. When Marlon finally glanced back over at the clock, another 30 minutes had passed...
"Oh shit..., I'm late!" he said, trying to get up.
Curtis (lazily) rolled over off of him, as Marlon jumped up and immediately began to dress. "I don't even have time to shower...!" he complained, wet cum dripping from his stomach, dick, and anal lips.
"Sorry..." said Curtis, propping his hands behind his head as Marlon threw on his jeans, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt and literally ran out the door.
Marlon arrived to the school more than 30 minutes late. Rachelle's teacher sat outside in the schoolyard waiting with his daughter, her face clearly showing her growing frustration with the child's father's tardiness. "I'm sorry..." said Marlon apologizing, double parking and practically running into the schoolyard to claim his daughter. "...I got stuck in traffic...!" he lied.
"I know, mr Overton..." said the teacher, standing Rachelle up and she passed her along to her dad. "...what's this, the third time this month...? I THOUGHT you were going to start leaving early after the last time you `ran late'...?"
"I did..." stated Marlon, wondering what the woman wanted from him? "...you have to admit, I'm doing better!"
"We have parents that have NEVER been late, mr Overton..., --or if they were, they would send a replacement to pick up their children on time! We have other things to do other than to play babysitter to your children after school hours...!"
"I know...!" said Marlon, getting angry with himself for not being more punctual. "I'm sorry!"
"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time...!" said the teacher with a tone. "If you are late ONE more time..., we will be forced to expel your daughter from this school indefinitely!"
Marlon looked back at the teacher with ill thoughts, but continued on without a confrontation as he put his daughter into the front seat and told her to `buckle up!'
There would definitely have to be some changes made at home..., and Marlon had a sinking suspicion that Curtis would not like it...
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34 year old Milton Howard snatched up a bit of overtime before going home. He called his wife earlier in the day before his second shift began, letting her know he would be home late and not to wait up. When he finally arrived home it was well after midnight. The lights were out and the house was still. Milt tossed his lunch box aside on the kitchen counter, then grabbed himself a beer. Deme had leftovers in the fridge from McDonalds, where she had obviously fed the kids. Milt closed the refrigerator door in disgust, knowing at his age McDonalds was little more than a laxative.
Turning on the desktop computer, he decided to check his emails and peep a little Online porn before going to bed (knowing Demeece wouldn't be in the mood to satisfy his manhood). He ran through the junk mail (deleting what he didn't want or people he didn't know), when an Instant Message (I.M) suddenly popped up. It was from COLLEGECOOLBOY', better known as Marcus. Milton hadn't seen him since their first meeting (chap-1). The message read: COLLEGECOOLBOY HAS SENT YOU AN INVITATION TO VIEW HIM ON WEBCAM, WILL YOU ACCEPT?' Milt thought `why not?' as he clicked on the YES button. Suddenly a video box popped up with the naked 19 year old Temple University student laid back in his dorm room chair, masturbating his dick.
Milt thought it was hot seeing the boy in his own environment: clothes scattered messily about the room, television playing quietly in the background...
"Hi Kendall!" gleamed the kid over the microphone, seeing Milt shrouded in darkness behind him.
"Hey yourself...!" whispered Milt, turning the volume level down so he wouldn't disturb his wife upstairs.
"I was hoping I'd see you again...!" said Marcus, having no qualms about showing off his nakedness. "You just got in from work...?" he asked, noticing the UPS emblem on Milt's chest, and the first name `MILT' printed in bold letters on the other side.
"huh...?" asked Milt confused, looking down to notice he was still in full uniform. "Oh..., yeah...!" he added, removing the shirt to reveal the wife-beater underneath.
"Hot...! Take it ALL off for me daddy!" whistled Marcus, enjoying Milt's dark round muscular shoulders.
Milt laughed as he stood up and began unbuckling his pants. Marcus jacked himself harder as Milt dropped his uniform pants to the floor, then began (teasingly) massaging his hardon through his boxer shorts. Marcus licked his lips wantonly with anticipation of sucking the older man off again. As Milton slowly began to inch his shorts down (revealing first his knotty crotch hair, then the thick base of his hard dick), Marcus began to salivate, wanting to jump through the video monitor.
"Take it out! Show it to me!" he insisted, hungry to see it.
Milt obliged by shoving his shorts down to his ankles, then standing upright to stroke himself in front of the monitor. Marcus stared closely into the screen, risking blindness to see the older man's impressive 9 and 1/2 piece. Milt lifted the bottom of his t-shirt, exposing his flat ripped muscled stomach as he stroked himself full length for his audience of one.
"When can I see you again...?" asked Marcus, wishing he could wrap his lips around it.
Milt sat back down in his computer chair...
"I don't know..., --soon...!" he said, looking back through the screen.
"I can't wait!" stated Marcus, placing his legs up on the desk on either side of his laptop while leaning back in his seat so Milt could see his hard dick, his smooth balls, and his tight asshole. Milt could see the boy's entire body now as he stroked his dick in one hand and cupped his hairless balls in another. "I want to suck that big fat dick for you again...!" he moaned, jacking himself good in front of the adult. "I can still feel it in my mouth, shooting that hot load down my throat...!" he gasped.
Milt watched as Marc started to play with his ass crack, running his fingers along the center line and sticking first one, then two fingers into his luscious hole. Milt couldn't help jacking himself as he pretended his hand was Marc's anus, tightening his grip to simulate the teen's tightness. Marcus spread his legs, pushing his fingers further up his manhole to entice Milt. Having already sucked the older man's meat, he now wanted to feel that strong dick pummeling his ass.
"Do you like to fuck...?" he asked, removing his fingers long enough for Milt to see the tight puckered hole pout outward.
"Yeah..." moaned Milt heatedly, his eyes glued to the computer screen.
"I want to feel that dick all up in my ass, man! Fucking the shit out of me!" moaned Marc, fingering his hole deeper. Milt could see the fingers sliding from fingertips, all the way up to the third knuckle as Marc's asshole swallowed every digit. "Oh my ass is so tight, man..., can you feel it squeezing your dick...? I'm flexing it for you...!" said the teen, removing his fingers completely so Milt could see his asshole breathing in and out on its own accord.
"Damn...! Yeah..., I feel it!" said Milt, tightening his grip as he stroked even harder.
Milt loved the way the teen's hot asshole looked. He could easily see himself eating the boy out, treating his hole like pussy as he stuck his tongue inside before finally fucking it with his fat dick. He stroked himself in unison to Marcus' finger fucks, timing it perfectly with the in-out stretching of his hole as he tightened the grip on his peter...
"Oh my god..., your dick is so big...! I can feel it stretching my asshole wide...!" gasped the teen, throwing back his head as he jammed his fingers in deeper. "Fuck me, man! Cum in my asshole!" he groaned, shooting streaks of hot cum across his chest and stomach.
Milt was just about to join Marcus in climax, when he heard something completely unexpected over the Internet interrupt his concentration. "What the hell'r you doing...?" he heard someone say in the background, as a startled look registered on Marcus' face before he turned around to see who it was. "Gerald...!" he called out, looking over his shoulder at his roommate who had just entered the room.
"What'r you doing..." asked the roommate, walking straight up to the desk after catching his naked roommate jacking off. "...masturbating to gay porn again...?"
Milt didn't say anything as he prepared to click off. But as he reached for his mouse, he stopped when he saw the roommate's face appeared on screen, looking directly into the monitor. Milt paused (ready to close out at any moment), but it appear as if the roommate didn't see him, indicating that Marcus must have covered the video window with a gay video he had been watching earlier. The roommate obviously wasn't into gay porn, as his attention went from the computer to Marcus. Milt could see the roommate looking down at the mess on Marc's chest and stomach as he stood upright and started undoing his pants. Marcus didn't say a word about still having the video feed up as his roommate pulled out his soft dick and presented it for Marc's mouth. Marcus glanced back at the computer, wondering if Milt was still watching before he leaned forward and took his roommate's dick into his mouth.
Milt resumed slowly jacking his dick after having lost the urge to cum. He watched as the roommate's dick started to harden and lengthen in Marc's mouth. The roommate pulled his long oversized shirt up as he rested his hand on his flat stomach (a tuft of black hair trailing from the navel down into his pubic hair) as Marcus began to bob his head back and forth in front of the computer. Milt leaned back in his seat, enjoying the unexpected show as the straight boy got blown from his gay roommate.
Gerald's dick was about a good 7 inches with a slight left curve, Milt could only see him from the stomach down to his thighs as Marcus easily swallowed his dick to the root. Gerald groaned as his free hand wrapped around the back of Marcus' head, pressing his face closer into his pubes. Marcus easily held the dick in his throat for a few second (obviously used to sucking his roommate off regularly) before pulling back and resuming a frantic bob. He sucked back and forth along the hard shaft, dragging his wet lips up and down the now spit shown column before burying his face once more.
Milt could see Marcus' throat frog outward every time he took his roommate's rod into his throat. The straight guy must have really like that, cause he kept pulling Marc's face down into his groin, making him swallow his dick every 10 seconds.
Milt relaxed, content with the thought of watching the straight boy blow his load down Marc's throat, when he suddenly saw Gerald reaching down between Marc's legs. At first Milt thought Gerald was jack Marc off while he blew him, but soon realized (once Marcus put his feet back up on the table and pushed off with the chair so Milt could see him from the waist down) that he was fingering Marc's asshole, shoving at least two fingers up the boy's back passage. "You know what I want..." said the rommate, yanking his finger's from the greedy hole. "Okay...!" agreed Marcus, letting the dick fall from his mouth.
Milt watched as the two college boys walked over to what he believed was Marcus' bed, directly in front of the computer. Though the images got a little darker, Milt could still easily see Gerald shedding his clothes as Marcus got into position on his stomach. He spread his legs wide apart, waiting for his roommate to mound. Gerald stroked some lube onto his hard dick, then climbed onboard behind Marcus as he aimed his wood up to the hole and sank inside.
Milt stroked his dick as he watched the two young men fuck in front of him. Gerald had no idea he was being watched as he ground his meat around inside the bottom boy's ass before pulling back to begin fucking. Milt could see his meaty ass humping up and down and he drilled his college dick in and out of Marcus' asshole. Milt could hear Marcus moaning from across the room as his roommate slipped in and out of him. Unfortunately it didn't take the roommate more than 4 minutes to get his nut as he power fucked hard and strong with no real finesses at all. Milt saw him pick up the pace about 30 seconds before he finally rammed all the way in. Milt came the moment he saw the straight guy's ass cheeks clinch tight, knowing he was sending ropes of straight-boy cum directly into Marcus' ass.
Milt stifled his own moans as he shot his load across his wife-beater. He fell back in his seat, holding his pulsating dick in his hands as Gerald rolled off of Marcus, then staggered off out the room towards the bathroom to clean up. Marcus ran back over to the computer, clearing the screen to find Milt taking off his cum stained t-shirt.
"Did you see that...?" he whispered, his face up close to the screen. "THAT's how I want YOU to fuck me...! Would you do that for me...?" he asked, hopefully.
"Definitely!" said Milt, wanting to feel his dick in the boy as well. "I'll hit you up when I have some free time!" he offered, unsure when that would be now that he was working to support a family.
"Okay..." said Marcus eagerly, as Milt closed out the screen...
________________________________________ Written by NPhillydogg (aka) Eugene Marvin. Hit me up at NPhillydogg@aol.com for questions, comments, and suggestions, or, join me on Facebook for a list of updates.