BRUTHALY LUV -30
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34 year old Milton Howard wasn't in his normal frame of mind. Ever since learning his oldest child (Jannetta) might NOT be his, he's been living someone else's life. He still slept in the same bed with his wife, he still got up early for work, he still drove deliveries for UPS, but none of it felt real, it was life watching a movie with someone else as the star.
Finishing his deliveries for the day, Milt walked into the locker room to change and gather his belongings before heading home. He had just opened his locker when he got a text message from his cell phone. Pulling the phone from his belt clip, he looked down at the name to see it was from Duane, his 24 year old coworker.
Deciding not to read it, Milt click `no respond', then put the phone back on his belt.
"Ignoring my messages, eh...?" asked Duane, standing on the other side of the room.
Milt turned around in surprise, then shook his head as he resumed what he was doing.
"I don't have time." was all he said before turning his back to Duane.
"Yo, what I do...?" asked the younger man, crossing the locker room towards Milt. "I've been texting you for days, man..., why don't you wanna get together no more...?"
"Like I said..." snapped Milt, getting ready to yell before calming himself down. "...I DON'T have time!"
"I got rid of Lyla..." informed Duane, pressing his back against the locker beside Milt's, so he could see him face to face.
Milt looked over at Duane in shock.
"What for...?"
"So WE could have a place to..., you know..." answered Duane, looking around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. "...mess around...!"
Milt slammed his locker door.
"That was stupid!" he said, before heading out to the parking lot.
Duane followed close behind...
"Why...?" asked the younger man, chasing after Milt. "I know we had trouble finding a place last time..., so I figured if Lyla wasn't around, we could hookup more often...!"
"What're you, some kinda GAY or something...?!" asked Milt, stopping at the side exit.
Duane looked confused. "Lyla was your BEST alibi...! Having a girlfriend differs you from the GAYS of the world! Without a woman to come home to, you're no different from a homo...! ARE you a homo...?!"
"I...I...don't know..." said Duane, honestly.
"I'm NOT!" said Milt, pushing the exit door open, leaving Duane standing. "Figure it out!"
"What about the Game...? You're my RDE to the bar tonight...!" asked Duane, watching Milt walk away.
"Find ANOTHER ride...!"
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Milt walked into the house at his regular time, while his wife Demeece was having dinner with the kids. "Oh my goodness..." she said to the children, "...LOOK who's here...! It's daddy! Daddy's home!"
Milt walked into the house, feeling like a robot with no emotions.
"Hi." was all he said as he walked straight into the kitchen.
"I put YOUR plate in the fridge already..." yelled Deme, feeling little Aaron (still in his high chair). "...I didn't know if you were working overtime tonight, or hanging out with your buddies after work...!"
Milt washed his hands at the kitchen sink, then pulled his lukewarm plate from the fridge and walked back into the dining room. "What, no GAME tonight...?"
"No." answered Milt, sitting down, trying not to look at the children.
Deme could tell something was wrong with her husband, but was too afraid she might not like the truth. She tried going against her natural instinct to probe with questions, knowing she might not like the answer.
"How was work...?" she asked instead, feeding mush pees to her son.
"Work was work." said Milt, adding no more.
"Why didn't you tell me your sister was in town...?" asked Deme, casually. "I didn't know until she called for you today...! She said she's been here for over a week!"
"What do you mean WHY didn't I tell you...?" asked Milt, hitting a cord. "You think I was keeping my sister a SECRET from you...?!"
"No..." answered Deme, surprised by Milt's reaction. "...I was JUST saying..., I didn't know she was here until she called...! She said she spoke to you a few days ago...!"
"SO?" snapped Milt, seeing red. "What the fuck does THAT have to do with anything?! Do YOU tell me every little detail going on in YOUR life...?!"
"Milt...!" called Deme, getting her husband's attention to the startled children, who were beginning to cry sensitively to his angry tone. "What the HELL'S got into you...?! All I asked was why didn't you tell me your sister was in town...! I wasn't accusing you of anything!"
"Sounded like it to me!" said Milt, poking at his dinner with his fork. "I'm not the one with stuff to hide!"
Deme looked up from wiping Aaron's pee stained face.
"What's THAT supposed to mean...?"
"You know what that means...!" said Milt, still staring at his plate.
"No, I DON'T know...! You've been acting kinda SHITTY for awhile now...! Ever since..."
Milt and Deme's eyes met, just as her voice trailed off. "Is THAT what this's about...?" she asked, staring her husband in the face. "Is this about what LINDA said that night at dinner...?!"
"I don't know..., what DID Linda say...?" asked Milt, sarcastically.
"You can't pay attention to anything SHE says..." defended Deme, pulling Aaron from his high chair. "...she'd been drinking...!"
"Awe, come OFF IT, D'..., I was there..., she didn't have THAT much to drink...!" argued Milt.
"But what you DON'T know..., is ever since her and Kendall broke up 3 years ago..., she's been on medication...! She's NOT supposed to drink alcohol AT ALL while she's taking her medicine...! AND she's fucking high school students from her class! She's a LIAR!"
"She's YOUR best friend!" pointed out Milton.
"My FORMER friend!" corrected Deme. "LOOK at these children!" she insisted, causing Milt to look at them for the first time since coming home. He fought back a smile when he looked at his son Aaron, then fought back a tear when he looked at his daughter Jannetta. "You're NOT going to look at them and tell me that THEY aren't YOUR children...?!" yelled Deme, dramatically. "LOOK at them!" she insisted. "You LOOK at them and tell me they're NOY yours...!"
Milt looked down at the children, remembering them from the moment they were born. Emotions ran high as the idea of one (or both) of his children being declared NOT his, as tears began to form in his eyes. He reached out and touched the closest child (his daughter) on the head, rubbing his hand gently over her hair. The children looked at their daddy, having no idea what trauma he was currently going through.
Milt recalled the weeks and months leading up to the time before Deme became pregnant (first series), and recalled that they weren't having a lot of sex back then (i.e. which was WHY he started having sex with Marlon in the first place).
Milton stood up, feeling betrayed...
"I want a PATERNITY test...!" he said (much to Deme's shock), before leaving the room...
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EXTREME SPORTS
24 year old Duane Miller was fit to be tied. Not ONLY had he somehow pissed Milt off and lost his ride to the sport's bar, he also broke up with his perfectly fine girlfriend (Lyla) to make time for a man who obviously wasn't interested.
Duane felt like a total fool, fucking up a perfectly fine working relationship for nothing! He took a cab over to the bar to meet with the fellas (after fucking up so badly, he didn't feel like going home to an empty apartment just yet), hoping someone would drive him home. He got to the bar late, Philly was already down several points, with no prospects of doing any better. Duane decided to drown his troubles on beer, getting fucked up in the process. When asked (by his coworkers) why he was drinking so heavily, Duane answered that he and his girlfriend had just broken up.
With Philadelphia down, and no Lyla OR Milton to spent the night with, Duane trotted himself off his stool and hobbled his way into the men's room where he whipped out his penis and started to pee into one of the urinals. It was while he was standing there (doing his business) that he overheard moans coming from one of the stalls. A look under the door told him there were more than one man hiding inside. Duane listened for several minutes (his dick growing hard and stiff in his hands) as a man grunted and groaned, then heard suck/slurping noises. With no sex partner for the foreseeable future, Duane was tempted to jack off right then and there in the men's room.
"Uurrhhmm..." he heard again, before hearing the someone gag, quickly followed by the contented sound of: "MMMMMmmmm..."
"Yo...you shot your nutt all over my boots..." he heard someone complain, then continue with "...don't just sit there..., lick it up!"
"Shit man..., he's doing it...!" said another voice, sounding surprised.
Duane knew something weird was definitely happening in that stall, and his rock hard throbbing ding-dong wanted IN on it. There were a few more muffled words which Duane couldn't make out, then he heard the stall door unlatch, and out walked one of the biggest, strongest, most masculine men he had ever laid his eyes on. The man HAD to be every inch of 6'3", and over 180 pounds of complete muscle.
Duane was in awe as the man stepped out the stall (fastening his pants), his face drained and looking relaxed.
"uh..., HEY guys..." said Duane, slightly intoxicated and inadvertently rubbing the front of his jeans. "...what's goin' ON in there...? Got room for one more...?" he asked, brazenly.
"Ask HIM..." said the big guy as he strolled out the restroom door without looking back. Duane ventured forth, pulling open the stall door to find a 6-foot, stocky man suckling the dick of a younger dude (see Chronicles Of Maddox-9).
Both men looked up at Duane as he stands in the doorway, his big hard 10" dick tenting out the leg of his pants.
"Wussup...?" asked the younger guy, standing with his back against a stall wall, his pants down about his ass with half hard dick still in the sitting man's milking mouth.
"Mind some company...?" asked Duane, rubbing his bulge.
The older man's eyes lit up when he saw the size of the new guy's bulge. The younger stepped aside, making room as Duane stepped in... "Hi..." he said, awkwardly. "...I'm Duane."
"Vaughn..." said the 21 year old, shaking hands. "...and THIS'S Charlie...!"
"Hi..." said Duane, already unzipping his pants as he pulled the stall door closed.
Charlie (the older man straddling the toilet bowel) nodded `hello', his eyes still stuck on Duane's bulge. Vaughn's dick began to brick back up as Duane reached into his boxers to free his penis. Both Charlie and Vaughn were impressed when Duane pulled free his 10" dick, the long straight phallus stood out stiffly like a long brown flag pole. Charlie let reached up and took Duane's long dick in his hand, stroking it slowly before transferring his mouth from Vaughn's 7.5" to Duane's 10".
Duane moaned as the stranger's hot mouth molded to his shaft, sliding down the rock hard column until his face was nestled in his groin.
"Shit feels good, don't yet...?" asked Vaughn, smiling at Duane's euphoric facial expressions.
"Yeah man..." moaned Duane, feeling Charlie's throat muscles swallowing along his shaft.
36 year old Charlie Henderson LOVED sucking dick, in fact he liked it SO MUCH that he fantasized doing it 24-7, despite being married with children. In fact, he started sucking off several guys from his job, starting with a big 6'3" 180 lbs muscleman by the name James Maddox. James possessed an amazing 11" dick, which Charlie couldn't get enough of sucking. James had just recently gone through a rough divorce, allowing Charlie to pick up his wife's oral slack. It was through Maddox that Charlie started blowing other coworkers (including Vaughn), becoming his job's only known cocksucker.
Vaughn, having already cum (see Maddox #9 for details), pulled his pants up once he saw the two men connecting. Duane and Charlie barely noticed Vaughn slipping out of the stall, closing the door behind him as Charlie began bobbing his head on new guy's dick. Duane took Vaughn's place against the stall wall, leaning back while pushing his hips forward, making his dick all the more appetizing. Charlie bobbed his head back and forth, sliding his mouth up and down the spit slick shaft. Having already successfully sucked two dicks before Duane's tonight, only seemed to fuel his appetite for more dick. Duane leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed, enjoying the warm wet feeling of Charlie's mouth sliding along his shaft as Charlie's tongue licked along the underbelly, gently trying to coax him to ejaculation.
Duane couldn't help but think of Milton, wishing HE were here to experience this wonderful hor mouth. He couldn't understand WHY Milt seemed so angry with him. Sure he was stupid to break up with his girlfriend without talking it over with Milt first, but he'd been so caught up in the new experience of man/man sex, that he was overwhelmed and simply wanted a safe secure place where they could fuck more AND more often. Did THAT make him gay?
Duane's thoughts were temporarily interrupted when he felt Charlie's throat muscles sink down about his glands, once again swallowing him down into the sweet confines of his milking throat.
"Shit man..." he groaned, forgetting where he was at the moment, as his head slowly rotated from one side to the next. Being a little tipsy, it (normally) would take him awhile to cum, but the throat sucking him was SO talented, that he could feel the cum which had been building in his balls since breaking up with his girlfriend, already churning in his tightening nuts.
Charlie sensed Duane's pending climax, and sucked even harder to make him spill his load. Climbing down off the toilet, he eased down onto his knees for better access, then went to town sucking and bobbing, picking up pace and momentum as the long hard dick sawed through his tight throat.
"Damn man..., yur gonna make me CUM soon if you don't stop..." gasped Duane, prompting Charlie to suck even harder. "Shit..." moaned the younger man, gripping onto Charlie's collar for support, unsure if he should pull the older man's mouth off his dick until he calmed down, or simply let the journey ride until he unloaded straight down the man's throat...?
Charlie already had his mind made up. HE wasn't going to stop sucking the boy's dick, even if he begged. Charlie was high off cum, having already drained 2 coworkers, he was hungry for a 3rd. Anyone walking into the restroom would be able to hear the loud slurp/suck sounds resonating from the stall. Duane could feel his dick beginning to throb in the older man's mouth as he held onto his shoulders for support. Charlie reached up and gently caressed Duane's exposed balls while he sucked, giving him the extra JOLT needed to send him over the top.
"AWWWWW SHIT MAN..., I'M COMIN'...!!" announced Duane.
Charlie felt the dick shaft swell in his mouth, just before the cum-tube and underbelly began pulsing wildly, sending bursts of hot semen directly into his mouth. "AAARRRRRHHHH...!" yelled Duane, coming hard as Charlie milked his dick clean.
Grateful to be standing, Duane rested against the stall wall while Charlie devoured his seed. Charlie milked the shrinking shaft, eating whatever he found before finally pulling off and standing up. "Damn man..., that shit was wild..." moaned Duane, slow to recuperate from the heavy climax.
"If you ever SEE me in the bar again..., don't be scared to walk up and say `hello'...!" smiled Charlie, hoping to get a second chance sometime.
"Definitely, man...!" agreed Duane, shaking hands before Charlie left the stall, leaving him to pull up pants.
Once he had his clothes properly fastened, Duane left the stall to splash water on his flush face. Laughing at the idea of getting his very first bathroom blowjob, he slowly made his way back out into the bar, prepared to rejoin his buddies at for a beer and the rest of the game. He spotted Max and Carl at the bar, and walked over and took the empty seat beside Carl. Signaling for the bartender, Duane noticed the gay sitting next to him smiling at him...
"So..., how WAS it...?" asked Vaughn, sitting at the bar with HIS friends from work.
"Oh shit, man..." laughed Duane, slightly embarrassed. "...do I HAVE to tell you...? It was off the fuckin' HOOK! How do you KNOW dude...?"
"We WORK together...!" informed Vaughn. "City Sanitation!"
"Yeah...?" laughed Duane. "UPS!" he introduced.
"That's wussup...!" said Vaughn, shaking hands.
For the next 50 minutes the two groups enjoy the game, occasionally intermingling, but mostly sticking to their own groups, except for Duane and Vaughn, who seemed to be coming closer as the night progressed. "So..., what's your plans AFTER the game...?" he asked Duane, casually.
"I dunno..." said Duane, having gotten a little MORE tipsy since they met. "...I'm HOPING one of these guys drive me home...!"
"Where you live...?" asked Vaughn.
"West."
"Me too..." smiled Vaughn, "...what if I have you a lift...?"
"That'd be cool...!" agreed Duane, making a new friend.
10 minutes later, they were on the road...
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DUANE'S APT
"Excuse the mess, man..." said Duane, showing Vaughn in. Vaughn glanced around the nicely laid apartment, which was slightly messy with excess sneakers and clothes lying about.
"It's not that bad..." complimented Vaughn, closing the door behind them. "...it's better than MOST bachelor pads...!"
"Well..., my GIRL and I just broke up a few days ago..." admitted Duane, kicking shoes out of the walkway. "...THAT'S why I needed that blowjob so badly...!"
"Where's your bathroom...?" asked Vaughn, reminding Duane WHY he came up to his apt.
"Oh, sorry..." laughed Duane, pointing to the room beside the kitchen. "...through there!"
"Thanks..." said Vaughn, heading for the open door. "...was THAT the first time you ever did anything with another guy...?"
Duane hesitated, unsure if he should divulge his secrets to a total stranger? A few seconds later, he could hear Vaughn pissing into the toilet, leaving the bathroom door open. Duane couldn't help moving to an area of the living room where he could peer in and see Vaughn holding his penis over the bowel. "Well...?" asked the stranger, glancing over at him, as if he KNEW Duane was looking...
"uh..., no..." answered Duane, turning away, hoping he wasn't caught.
"No...?" asked Vaughn, flushing the toilet before appearing in the doorway. "...you've `messed around' before...?"
"Yeah..." answered Duane, immediately wondering if he told too much?
"You gay...?" asked Vaughn, looking Duane over, as if judging.
"NO...!" answered Duane. "I just started messing around a few WEEKS ago for the first time...!"
"Really...? ME too!" admitted Vaughn.
"Yeah...?!" surprised Duane, finding a kinship. "With that guy...? Uh..., Charlie...?" he inquired.
"Yeah..." answered Vaughn. "...one of my coworkers set up a blow-fest at HIS place..., then we took turns fucking this DUDE...!"
"Damn..." said Duane, wishing HE had been in on the festivities. "...I've only been with ONE other guy..., until tonight...!"
"Really...?" asked Vaughn, sensing regret in Duane's voice. "What have yall done so far...?"
Duane blushed. "What...?" smiled Vaughn, seeing the embarrassment written on the new guy's face. "What'd you do...?"
"I uh..." hesitated Duane, scratching the back of his head. "...I sucked HIS dick..." he admitted, getting an affirmative head nod from Vaughn. "...AND I let him fuck me...!"
"REALLY...??" surprised Vaughn, sensing his night perking up. "Did you LIKE it...?"
Duane nodded his head, too embarrassed to admit it aloud. Vaughn saw this as his opportunity to get some MORE ass, this time on his own without his friend Maddox's help. "So..., WUSSUP...?" he asked, rubbing the front of his crotch suggestively. "You feel like sucking some DICK now...?"
"Okay..." said Duane, as Vaughn walked over and closed the gap between them.
Vaughn took Duane's hand and gently led it to his crotch, making him feel his bulge. Eventually Duane's hand took over, his fingertips following the length of Vaughn's hardening prick.
"Where's your bedroom...?" asked Vaughn, wanting to get naked for this.
"uh..., THIS way..." said Duane, showing Vaughn into the bedroom.
Both men walked slowly into what USED to be Duane's and Lyla's bedroom. Keeping true to himself, Duane's bedroom was as messy as his living room. But Vaughn didn't care that the man he'd just met might have been a tad untidy, he simply walked up to him as Duane drunkenly began undoing Vaughn's pants. Vaughn waited (with his hands on his hips) as Duane undid his pants, then got down on his knees before him. Vaughn's 7.5" dick popped into view, as Duane took it curiously in his fist and started jacking. Licking the head, he began kissing and Frenching it, getting the tip nice and wet before taking it into his mouth to suck.
Sucking Vaughn's dick was different than sucking Milt's, but Duane found it just as enjoyable as he molded his mouth to the shape of the penis, using his jaws for suction. Vaughn watched the new guy suck his dick, standing over him masterfully as Duane surrendered his mouth for fucking. Vaughn could tell instantly that Duane was a novice at giving head, with no read depth or skill to get a guy off. Vaughn took that opportunity to pull his shirt off overhead, stripping himself naked as he stepped out of his shoes and jeans.
"Get NAKED man...!" he suggested to Duane, wanting to see his body as well.
Duane continued to suck, even as he unbuttoned his own shirt, pulled off his t-shirt, and undid his own trousers. Pushing the pants down around his knees, he took his long 10" dick in his hand and began stroking, keeping his mouth sealed to Vaughn's dick as if tied to it.
Vaughn saw Duane stroking his big dick from above. But Vaughn wasn't interested in Duane's oversized porker, instead he leaned in over the kneeling man's back to take a gander at his ass. Duane was 6 foot, 160 lbs with a slim muscular build, AND a tiny tight ass. Vaughn couldn't help reaching down to molest the ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly with his hands before slapping each cheek affectionately.
"Damn man..., I want some ASS..." moaned Vaughn sensuously, causing Duane to glance up. "...you gonna GIVE me some...?"
"Okay..." agreed Duane, politely.
Vaughn helped him up off his knees, then gently led him over to his own bed, helping him to climb aboard before roughly pulling the cheeks apart to reveal the slightly haired hole.
"Damn..." moaned Vaughn, aiming his spit wet dick up at the dry hole.
"Wait..." said Duane, sounding panicked.
"Awe man...!" complained Vaughn, believing the guy chickening out. But Duane merely reached across the night stand to grab a small tube of lube. "Oh..." said Vaughn, feeling bad.
"Grease your dick AND my asshole real well..." suggested Duane, remembering how rough it was for Milt to get into his tight hole (chap-26).
Vaughn did as Duane asked and lubed his own dick generously, then began rubbing oil onto Duane's asshole, slipping a finger or two in to test the hole's strength.
"Damn that's TIGHT!" he thrilled, before pulling his fingers free and aligning his dickhead. Duane braced himself for a painful entry, as Vaughn's dickhead kissed against his hole and pushed in.
"UHHH...!!" groaned Duane, lying face down on the bed, trying to avoid being impaled.
"OH SHIT...!" thrilled Vaughn, following Duane's descent, feeling the asshole clamp down on his dickhead as he continued to push through.
Vaughn could feel the asshole gripping him like a vice, even as he pressed in balls deep, lying directly on top of his new found friend. "Damn your hole's tight as shit, man...!" he groaned, grinding his pelvis into Duane's round mounds.
Duane (involuntarily) spread his legs so Vaughn could fit in-between. With Vaughn raised up on his arms in pushup position, Duane lifted his torso and arched his back, giving his new friend all
the leverage he needed.
Vaughn started to slowly fuck, pulling and pushing his hips back and forth, effectively fucking Duane's tight (virginal) asshole at a cautious pace.
"Damn, this's HOT...!" moaned Vaughn, into Duane's left ear. "Would you be interested in hookin' up with me and my friends...?" he asked, thinking of the last group fuck he attended at Maddox's house (Chronicles Of Maddox #8), where they all took turns butt fucking a hot assed 16 year old. "My hommies at the sports bar wouldn't mind getting' a piece of THIS, I bet...!"
Duane's mind was filled with lustful thoughts and ideas, mostly aimed at his coworker Milt. But the idea of getting butt fucked by a group of hot straight men was very appealing to his intoxicated mind. His drunken brain had trouble recalling how most of the guys looked who was with Vaughn at the bar. He remembered Charlie (with the hot mouth), and some tall muscular dude who looked like he could tear some shit up, but he couldn't remember clearly.
Thoughts of Milt's big dick pummeling his ass at that college student's apartment began to dance around in his head, causing him to intermingle his friends with Vaughn's. If MILT was going to be at this gangbang, he'd definitely allow it to happen, he'd do ANYTHING Milt wanted to do.
"Yeah..." he moaned, feeling Vaughn's dick sliding in and out of his gripping hole.
"Yeah...?" questioned Vaughn, hovering just above Duane's shoulder. "You DOWN with that?"
"Yeah..." moaned Duane, his mind in another world as the pain shooting through his sore anus began to lessen and cure. Soon he could feel Vaughn picking up the pace, fucking harder and faster as he drove his hips into his plump primed ass cheeks. "...fuck me, man...! FUCK ME!"
Vaughn pulled Duane up into doggy-style position, holding onto his shoulders before resuming his fuck, never once pulling his dick from the tight confines. Duane found himself on his hands and knees, with no idea how he got there. With a serious arch in his back, he could still feel Vaughn's hairy pelvis slapping into his ass, sending every inch of his 7.5" dick straight through his rectum.
Duane's bottom lip hung open (dreamily) as images of sex with his girlfriend entered his mind. I pictured himself on top of her, fucking her deeply as his 10" pole slid easily in and out of her wet warm vagina. He remembered hearing her moan and groan, clawing at his back and shoulders whenever he fucked too hard or too deep. He recalled fucking her doggie style, her pretty ass spread invitingly for him as he fucked her pussy from behind, wishing she would allow him to fuck her tiny butt-hole. Now (after all that time of wanting and wishing for it) he was finally having anal sex, never once suspecting that it would be HIS ass getting anally fucked.
Vaughn held onto Duane's shoulders for support, keeping his back arched as he continuously slapped his pelvic bone into his ass, watching his dick slip in and out between the manly buns.
Vaughn never pictured himself as a guy to seek out fucking other guys. When his sanitation coworkers (James Maddox and Gregory GEE' Allen) came up to him with the offer to get his dick sucked by an expert, he thought they were pulling his leg, UNTIL Charlie Henderson actually walked into the room and asked him to pull out his dick. Even then Vaughn kept expecting them to say psych, where's just bullshitting you', but when Charlie actually wrapped this warm soft pillowy lips around his dick, he was hooked. And THEN he went upstairs to find his other coworkers butt fucking a gay teenager, and felt his first asshole on his dick...
Vaughn still liked girls, and couldn't see himself giving up pussy for ass on a regular basis, but there was definitely something to fucking a man's tight hairy hole, that didn't compare to fucking women (like apples vs oranges). Vaughn wasn't SURE when or even IF he'd ever get another chance to fuck a dude (unless Gee or Maddox set it up), until he tonight. When he went into the sports bar tonight, he never expected that he'd walk out with another GUY on his arm, butt fucking him in the privacy of his own home.
Vaughn definitely hoped this wasn't the last time he saw Duane.
Rubbing his hands down Duane's back, Vaughn grabbed hold of his waist as he continued to fuck, holding his hips steady. Duane lowered his head down onto the mattress, causing his ass cheeks to spread even more, allowing deeper access. Reaching down between his legs, he grabbed his hard dangling dick and began stroking, loving the way the OTHER dick felt sliding through his ass.
Vaughn fucked Duane's upturned buttock with hard strokes, slamming his cheeks faster as Duane manipulated his own hardon and began shooting hot cream onto the sheets. "UHHHH..." he grunted and groaned as the seed left his body. Vaughn could feel Duane's asshole pulse and spasm wildly on his plunging dick. Completely unaware that the guy just came, Vaughn yanked his dick from the flexing hole, then rolled Duane over onto his back and re-entered him in missionary position. Duane's dick was still oozing the last remnants of cum when Vaughn raised his legs and pushed his dick back into the tight hole and resumed fucking.
"Oh god..." groaned Duane, looking up at his fucker with a pained expression, as Vaughn forced his thighs down against his chest and started fucking hard.
The two men groaned and grunted like wrestlers, their bodies connected through Vaughn's dick pressing in and out of Duane's anus. Vaughn noticed semen leaking from the tip of Duane's still hard dick (puddling between his breast plates), and realized the guy had already cum from getting fucked. Noticing the soiled sheets beside them, only mad Vaughn madder with lust, as he fucked to catch up to Duane's first climax.
Duane found himself in an extremely vulnerable and humiliating position: lying on his back (face to face with his fucker), his knees pressed awkwardly down against the mattress behind him, causing his ass cheeks to spread and bare his asshole vulnerably as his butt fucker pounded away on top of him with power and malice. Duane had never been fucked in this position before (having only been fucked once by one other guy), and found it extremely humbling. He could see Vaughn's muscular body, see his facial expressions, and even look down and watch the hard dick fucking him sliding back and forth from his own asshole.
What a trip!
Vaughn fucked harder, driving his dick faster as his pelvic bone rammed and slammed Duane's ass with powerful thrusts. Duane never took his eyes off Vaughn's face, OR the dick pounding through him. He was fascinated by both sights, wanting to see how Vaughn looked when he came.
Vaughn was watching his own dick slice between the spread cheeks, digging in and out of the gripping anal ring. He held Duane's legs down firmly, making it impossible for the man to stop him from fucking him even if he wanted him to. Vaughn could feel his climax beginning to build as his balls started to shrink and tighten closer to his dick base. Full of cum, they swayed back and forth for the longest time, bouncing like tennis balls whenever Vaughn's groin crashed into Duane's ass barrier. Now they were drawn so tightly, that orgasm was inevitable.
Duane watched Vaughn's expression change from secure to angry, as his facial muscles started to scrunch. He listened as Vaughn's breathing increased, his sexy mouth gaped open, and his eyes began to roll back into his head. Duane felt the fuck thrusts increase as well, as Vaughn's body crashed into his over and over again, causing his dick to pummel straight through him.
"Uhhh shit..." groaned Vaughn, his eyes fluttering closed as his pupils became un-visible. "...I'm gonna cum...!" he warmed, never stopping his thrusts as he pounded harder and harder.
"CUM...!" encouraged Duane, now holding onto Vaughn's waist as Vaughn's pounding hips slammed into him again and again. "Give it to me, man...! CUM in my ass!"
"OH FUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK...!" yelled Vaughn, slamming his hips inward one last time before the cum wrenched from his body in painful spurts. "AARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed, filling his new found friend with his sperm.
"OH SHIT...!" gasped Duane, as his dick suddenly started pulsing another round of semen onto his chest, unexpectedly.
Both men came together, groaning in complete unison as one climaxed across his own chest, and the other inside his rectum.
Vaughn removed his dick within seconds after he finished coming, rolling over onto his back beside a panting Duane (who was suffering mildly from his second orgasm). Both men lay quietly, panting freshly as they awaited their breathing to return to normal.
"So..." said Vaughn, breaking the silence, "...you still down for the gangbang...?"
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