BRUTHALY LUV -32
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Marlon and Dan slept downstairs in Marlon's basement bedroom together for the first time. Sometime during the night, Marlon awakened to Dan slowly grinding his super hard dick around in his ass in his sleep. The slow in/out grinding awoke Marlon from a sound slumber. Marlon couldn't help getting immediately aroused the moment his mind focused on his surroundings. Pushing his ass back, began impaling himself on Dan's dick further, working the swollen gland with his anal muscles, stroking his own erection in secret in the dark.
Dan snored softly in Marlon's ear, unaware he was fucking. Marlon didn't want to wake Dan, he just wanted (needed) to get-off before falling back to sleep. He jacked himself wildly as he moved his ass back and forth along Dan's deeply embedded dick, milking the hard shaft with his anus. Marlon could feel himself coming to a quick orgasm, as semen suddenly shot from his dick like party streamers, soaking into the sheets and mattress he slept on.
Dan suddenly awoke to find Marlon's anus flexing wildly about his dick, and immediately rolled the pussy-boy over onto his stomach and started pounding.
"Is THIS what you wanted...?" growled Dan, slamming into the body under him. "I wake up and find you fucking MY dick...! Tell me, is THIS how you want it...?!"
"Ye...yeh...YES...!" moaned Marlon.
Having just cum, he grunted painfully as his tightly flexing anus was brutally hammered from behind. Dan fucked straight through the anus's orgasmic pulses, uncaring how vulnerable its current state was as he attempted to achieve how own climax.
Marlon yipped after every inward thrust, the dick ripping through his body like a battering ram, bursting through his flexing hole and pummeling his sperm lined rectum. Luckily the load Dan had shot into him hours ago was still trapped inside, coating Dan's dick in a thin layer of creamy slime, which acted perfectly as lubricant.
Dan plunged his dick in and out of Marlon's ass with increasing speed, stabbing his gut straight through his behind, wrapping his forearm around Marlon's neck to keep him imprisoned and unmoving. Marlon instinctively arched his back and spread his legs, making his asshole a bigger target as he grit his teeth and endured the pain. Fortunately Dan's rein only lasted 8 solid minutes, before he stabbed his dick one last time and groaned...
"UUHHHHHH...FUCK YEAH..."
Marlon felt the dick twitching wildly inside him, flooding his rectum with another potent load. Dan fell weakly against his back, his dick planted balls deep before falling back to sleep.
MORNING
25 year old Crystal Waters came downstairs to fix morning breakfast for her daughter (Rachelle) before school. Knowing that her boyfriend (Dan) had slept downstairs with her roommate (Marlon) after a fight they had last night over dinner (last chap), she made as much noise as possible (banging & dropping pots and pans) to make SURE they were awake.
Dan awoke when he heard the pots hit the floor the first time. But instead of getting up to go upstairs to apologize and pledge his undying love (as Crystal had hoped and imagined), he simply nudged Marlon awake, then pulled his head in over his groin and force fed him his dick.
Marlon was still snoring when Dan poked him with his elbow. Barely aware of what's going on, he felt Dan's hands pulling him from the sweet comforts of his pillow, before forcing his stiff hard dick into his mouth. Marlon still had drool dripping from his face when Dan was forcing his dick half way down into his mouth.
"Yeah..., suck that dick..." moaned Dan, listening to Crystal bang around upstairs.
Marlon became acutely aware of Crystal's presence after she dropped her second pan. It became painfully obvious that she was trying to be heard, that she was more curious about what was happening downstairs than she was cooking breakfast. Dan laughed to himself, knowing it was eating at Crystal that she didn't know what was going on.
Crystal turned on the little television sitting on the counter, turning the volume up loud to make certain no one stays asleep downstairs. She fought the urge to go down and burst into Marlon's bedroom, but was half afraid of what she might find. She thought it was ironic that she got into an argument with HER boyfriend defending Marlon, yet Marlon was the one her boyfriend was now sleeping with. She began to wonder IF there was anything MORE going on between Dan and Marlon other than mere blow jobs?
Dan held Marlon by the head with both hands, then started physically forcing his mouth up and down the full length of his dick, making him take it from tip to base rather Marlon was ready to throat or not. Marlon resisted the deep lunges, trying to keep his throat from being pierced before he was ready. But Dan was too strong and too determined to get what he wanted, forcing Marlon's throat open before he even had the chance to prepare.
Marlon felt the dickhead ripping throat his clamped neck muscles, forcing its way down his throat and into his esophagus. Marlon's throat ached as the dick ripped through flesh and muscle to bury itself in his throat. It didn't stop its journey until Marlon's lips and nose was buried in Dan's groin. Dan's hands tightened on Marlon's head as his thick dick throbbed wantonly down his bedmate's convulsing throat.
Marlon was in near shock when his throat was forcibly penetrated. His eyes bulged as his lips curled somewhere near Dan's ball sac, his neck extended to house the full length of his lover's dick as saliva seeped out from about his stretched lips, soaking into Dan's pubic hair and balls. "Yeaaaahhhhh..." moaned Dan, loving the feel of Marlon's resisting throat muscles cramping around his embedded shaft. "...throat that fucker..., make it spit in your throat...!"
Dan relaxed his hold on Marlon's head, allowing him to ascend his swollen shaft as Marlon instinctively tightened his lips about the long hard column without thinking. His throat ached unpleasantly when Dan's fat dickhead passed over his bruised throat muscles. Marlon suckled the juicy head nevertheless, unable to refuse service. He swallowed some of the spit gathered in his mouth, only to feel a lump in his throat from the bruising. He was ill prepared again when Dan suddenly tightened his hold, then forced his mouth down the full length of his dick again.
Marlon groaned painfully as Dan's fat dickhead burst through his sore throat like a battering ram. Dan didn't stop his descent until Marlon's mouth banged into his groin. Relaxing his hold, he allowed Marlon's head to retreat. Marlon came 3/4's of the way off the dick before Dan changed directions and forced his head back down, fucking Marlon's throat back down on his dick.
"Yeaaaaahhhhh..., EAT that dick...! GET that morning load...! Show me what that punk mouth of yours is for!"
Marlon rose back up the length of the dick, only to have Dan force him back down. Up and down, up and down, up and down his mouth sped, causing Dan's dick to disappear down his throat with each downward stroke. Marlon was immediately reminded of his prison stint at Piedmont Penitentiary, when the men there first began force feeding him dick, training him to be the expert cocksucker he is today.
Marlon recalled how he'd wake up from a troubled sleep (having trouble breathing and choking), only to find his mouth and throat being brutally raped by his cellmates. They treated him like trash, from the moment he entered the prison. Marlon knew he had his flaws (sleaziness, drugs, no ambition, no drive, etc...), but he certainly never thought he did anything to warrant being thrown into the LION'S DEN and attacked by wolves, raped repeatedly by ass hungry inmates. However traumatic, after MONTHS of repeated rapes and vicious gangbangs, Marlon began to gain a sadistic pleasure from being abused. In prison there is very little affection, very little intimacy, so it was easy to mistake an ongoing sexual abuse act for love and affection. Marlon mistook his cellmate's physical abuse for love, and continued to carry that belief system outside the prison with him in the real world. Now, just about any aggressive alpha male with a big dick and attitude could practically have their way with him, treating him like trash and walking away with their balls sufficiently emptied.
Marlon felt the lump in his throat starting to dissipate, as Dan's dick passed through again and again. Spit drooled from his salivating mouth, coating Dan's slick pole as snot started to leak from his clogged nostrils. His mouth and throat was fucked repeatedly, pounding down the full hard length of Dan's big thick dick. Dan opened his legs, bending them at the knees as he held Marlon's head upside down over his groin, bouncing his head like a basketball. Marlon's balanced himself by spreading his arms on either side of Dan's waist, hovering his torso over Dan's body as his face was viciously fucked. Dan humped up into Marlon's bobbing face, impaling his mouth on 11 inches of male meat, fucking straight through his oral orifice and down his milking esophagus. The bedroom door flew open (unlocked), just as Dan thrust Marlon's head all the way down on his pole, lodging his dick down the captive man's throat.
Crystal stood in the doorway watching her baby's daddy get impaled on her boyfriend's big upright dick. Dan's glaze met Crystal's shocked face just before his eyes rolled up in their sockets. Groaning loudly, she could see his balls jumping and contracting as they pumped fresh semen straight down Marlon's gurgling throat, Marlon's face flushed pale (despite his brown complexion) and strained from a lack of steady oxygen, as stream after thick clotted stream of hot molten baby batter shot directly into his stomach.
"uh...BREAKFAST is ready..." said Crys, stepping back out (reclosing the door) to leave the men to their privacy.
Dan groaned erotically as he dumped his morning load down Marlon's throat, while Marlon (unaware of Crystal's presence) continued to accept his bedmate's morning gift, sweat, snot, and drool dripping from his lodged face as Dan's big dick drain down his throat.
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Despite the major issues going on in their personal lives, Milton and Demeece Howard still had kids to raise and bills to pay. Milt went into work without saying much to his wife. Deme tried discussing life as normal (confirming doctor's appointments, etc...), but getting little to no response. Deme knew that until the DNA test results came back announcing Milton as the biological father of their 3 year old daughter (Jannetta), things would never be the same.
Milt went into work as normal, feeling numb. It was like watching someone else's life in a movie on TV, he had no connection, no feeling for anyone or anything. When his friends tried to make playful banter and set up a date to hang out, he wouldn't respond, walking away instead as if having something heavy on the mind.
Changing into his work uniform, Milt took inventory of the packages he was to deliver for his UPS truck-run. His 24 year old coworker (Duane) was one of the guys responsible for loading Milt's truck. Duane also felt Milt's cold shoulder, and wondered if it originated with him? But all attempts to get Milt alone to talk failed, leaving Duane to feel like the anger was directed towards him.
"What's the deal with Milt...?" he asked other coworkers during lunch (hoping someone knew the answers), taking a seat at a lunch table.
"WHO knows..., who cares..." said Mac (one of Milt's friends). "...he's probably havin' problems at home with that big behind WIFE of his..., or maybe he got some bitch pregnant...!"
"You think Milt's gotta girlfriend...?" asked Duane, curiously.
"Who doesn't...?" joked one of the other guys, "...we're MEN!"
"Unlike YOUR dumbass..." laughed Mac, referring to Duane. "...gettin' rid of that FINE ASS girl of yours, for what...? I'm STILL perplexed about THAT one!"
"We just..., needed some time apart..." said Duane, looking down into his vending machine meal with regret.
"Yeah...?" laughed Mac at his buddy's stupidity. "And HOWS that going for your nightly sex life...? Don't tell me..., you needed MORE time to jack off...?"
"Fuck you, Mac...!" responded Duane, laughing at himself.
"I'm sure you're probably just about READY to after losing your nightly pussy...! What the HELL were you thinking...??" asked Mac.
"He probably got himself some FRESH pussy, and lost his damn mind...!" surmised one of the other coworkers, trying to read Duane's mind.
"Is THAT what happened, kid...?" asked Mac, tearing into his sandwich. "You taste some NEW pussy and threw out the old...? You NEVER do that..." informed the older, wiser man. "...not until you've ESTABLISHED the change over...! NOW you don't have either pussy in your bed!"
"Let THAT be a lesson to you, young on!" laughed __ .
Duane didn't have the heart to tell the guys they were only partially right. Indeed there was someone else that Duane thought would take his girlfriend's place in his bed for regular hookups, but it wasn't another woman.
He had to chuckle to himself, knowing the guys advice STILL applied even though they suspected it was two females. Duane DID jump the gun, getting all caught up in his married friend, and possibly scaring him off. Luckily he met another guy recently (chap-30) that could possible fill the gap left by Milt and his girlfriend? He had plans to hookup with Vaughn again tonight, to meet up with his friends from the bar THAT night, the ones Vaughn planned to have gangbang him. Duane wasn't sure he wanted to go through with that promise in the light of day, but he liked Vaughn (a lot), and didn't want to do anything to turn him off.
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Duane took a long hot shower after getting home from work, wanting to be fresh once he met up with Vaughn and his friends. However, as soon as he got out of the shower, he heard an unexpected knock at the door. Wondering who it was, he wrapped a towel around his trim waist and answered the door.
"Vaughn..." he called out in surprise, "...I was JUST gettin' ready to go meet you...!"
"I know..." said Vaughn, after being invited in. "...do you REALLY wanna be gangbanged...?" he asked bluntly, getting straight to the point.
"uh..." hesitated Duane, not wanting to say the wrong thing. "...I'm all NEW to this kinda stuff..." he fumbled though, trying to ready his new friend's thoughts.
"Me too..." admitted Vaughn, as Duane closed and secured the door. "...you're only the second guy I've ever fucked..., but I LIKE you, a lot...!"
"Me too, man..." smiled Duane, holding his towel with one hand. "...you really seem like cool peeps...!"
"You too!" smiled Vaughn. "So I was thinkin'..." he added, making Duane a little nervous. "...unless you're really lookin' forward to meetin' my friends and gettin' gangbanged..., I'd really rather keep you all to myself...! It's up to YOU...!"
"Oh shit..." laughed Duane, having thought Vaughn had something ELSE in mind. "...I'm DOWN with that shit right there...! I'm not too cool about too many peeps knowin' how I get down anyway!"
"I FEEL you on that one..." agreed Vaughn, "...other than THEM and you..., nobody knows I fuck around...! And THEY don't even know about YOU yet!"
"No...?" said Duane, curiously. "Then how were we gonna do this gangbang tonight...?" he couldn't help inquiring.
"I'd been THINKIN' about it ever since I left your place the other day..." said Vaughn, ducking his head with embarrassment. "...wonderin' IF I wanted to share you with them..., so I kept puttin' it off and puttin' it off..., til the answer came back NO!"
"I'd been thinkin' bout it all week too..." confessed Duane, "...nervous IF I should go through with it or not...! I mean..., YOU'RE cool..., but I don't even know your buddies...! I don't know if I can handle more than one guy at a time...!"
"How many times you been fucked in one fuck session...?" asked Vaughn.
"I've only been fucked twice..." explained Duane. "...once by you, and once by one of my coworkers...!"
"Damn..." responded Vaughn, looking Duane's nearly naked body over hungrily. "...no wonder your ass was so fuckin' TIGHT!"
"Yeah...?" smiled Duane, reading the lustful look in his friend's eyes. "Do you like it tight...?"
"I LOVE it tight...!" answered Vaughn, his hand quietly snaking down the front of his crotch bulge to massage his hardon. "But THAT can wait til later..., you'd better get dressed if we're still gonna go hang out!"
"I'll be ready in 5 minutes!" said Duane, dashing off to his bedroom.
40 minutes later Duane and Vaughn were laughing it up in one of the neighborhood bars, drinking ice cold brews, listening to the latest hip-hop music on the jukebox, and flirting with every eligible female in the place, buying them drinks and collecting phone numbers. After an hour or so they got back into Vaughn's car and went to get something to eat. Vaughn knew a steak and shrimp place outside a well known club that made great hot platters. They made their orders and leaned beside the car smoking cigarettes and getting to know each other better. Once their food was done, the ate outside at one of the picnic tables outside the establishment, eating their shrimp and fries.
"This place IS good..." conceded Duane, loving the flavor of the shrimp.
They watched the girls go by (either in groups or with their men), flirting naturally as the women batted their eyelashes and smiled suggestively.
"So HOW many numbers you get at the bar...?" asked Vaughn, curiously.
"Three." answered Duane, honestly. "But I could've got MORE if I really tried...!"
"I got two..." admitted Vaughn, "...but I wasn't really looking for any..."
"Me neither...!" said Duane, titling his head back as he dangled a long cheesy french-fry over his open mouth. Vaughn suddenly found himself mesmerized as Duane slowly slipped the large wedge into his mouth and began chewing...
"What...?" he asked, innocently.
"I've seen nigga's eat fries like THAT for years without ever thinkin' anything about it..., until NOW!" confessed Vaughn.
Duane laughed out loud.
"Oh. So where we going after this...?" he asked, curiously.
"You don't KNOW...?" asked Vaughn, getting horny watching Duane suck the cheese off his fingers.
Duane laughed...
"I'm ready when YOU are...!"
"Let's go!"
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34 year old Milton Howard didn't feel like going home after work, AND he didn't feel like hanging out with his so-called friends at the sports bar. Finding little choices where to go, he found himself parked in his car, trying to decide if he should (or shouldn't) bother someone he'd been giving the cold shoulder.
No one understood his pain. The idea that his first born child (his only daughter) may NOT be his was killing Milt like no cancer ever could. Memories of watching his baby girl being born, holding her in his arms as she opened her eyes for the first time, naming her after his only sister, were precious memories he'd never be able to replace. The idea that those feelings, those thoughts, all the dreams and ideas for her future, could have all been FALSE, tears a hole in his chest as sure as any gunshot.
He was just about to get out of his car and walk up to the doorbell, when he saw a car parking in front of him. To his surprise he saw Duane getting out of some guy's car. Two the average eye it just looked like two normal guys laughing and joking as they walked up to Duane's apartment door to go inside, --but to Milt's trained eye, he could see through their body language, through their not so innocent glances, through their unnoticed gestures, that something MORE than `two friendly guys hanging out on the town' was going on.
Milt got out of his car and walked over to the couple, wondering what was going on...?
"Duane..." he called, startling the two men as they prepared to go inside.
"MILT..." acknowledged Duane, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. "...what're YOU doing here...?"
"I wanted to talk..." said Milt, looking at Vaughn curiously.
"Oh..." said Duane, unsure how to handle this. "...uh..., can it wait...? I'm havin' company right now...!"
"What KINDA company...?" asked Milt, getting an odd look from Vaughn.
"There a problem, here...?" asked Vaughn, feeling a tension building.
"How OLD'R you, junior...?" asked Milt, referring to Vaughn.
"21..." answered the young man. "...and how old'r YOU, ole head...?" he asked back.
Milt dismissed Vaughn with his eyes...
"You gonna TALK to me or what...?!" he asked Duane.
Duane felt torn...
"uh..., give me a minute..." he said to Milt, taking Vaughn aside. "Remember the OTHER guy I told you about...?" he asked, whispering low enough so Milt couldn't hear. "The one I told you fucked me..., BESIDES you..."
"Yeah..." answered Vaughn, giving Milt the evil eye.
"...THAT'S him...!" informed Duane. "Let me TALK to him..." he suggested. "...give me like 20 minutes to listen to him, then come back...! Aiight...?"
"Okay..." said Vaughn reluctantly, suddenly grabbing Duane by the back of the head and forcing a closed mouth kiss on the lips in the middle of the sidewalk at night (for Milt's benefit). Milt chuckled to himself, reading the kid's desperation loud and clear. Duane was completely taken by surprised, and hoped NONE of his neighbors saw the exchange as Vaughn walked back to his car. "I'll be BACK in 20 minutes...!" he reassured, before getting into his car.
Duane heard the car engine start as he put his key into door lock...
"So WHO'S that..., your new boyfriend...?" asked Milt, with humor in his voice.
"Something like that..." admitted Duane, catching Milt by surprise.
Milt looked back at Vaughn's car, catching Vaughn's eyes as he watched the two men go into Duane's apartment stairwell.
"Damn..., didn't take long, eh...?" said Milt, following Duane inside. "Or were you LYING all this time about me being your first time...?"
Duane couldn't help feel insulted...
"Look..., what do you WANT, Milt...?" he asked, pausing on the steps. "...cause it seemed all too clear earlier that you didn't want to be bothered with me...!"
Milt suddenly felt like an ass...
"Can we talk...?" he asked sincerely, getting an unsure look from Duane. "Please...?"
Duane couldn't resist Milt's vulnerability, as he continued up the stairs to his second floor apartment.
"You and Lyla still broke up...?" asked Milt, as Duane unlocked the upstairs door into his apt.
"Yeah..." he said, stepping aside to let Milt walk in first. "...we're STILL broke up!"
Milt couldn't help feeling the intensity in Duane's voice...
"Are you blaming ME for your breakup...?!" asked Milt, getting a strange feeling.
"Well..." said Duane, slamming the door. "...I broke up with Lyla right after you and I started fucking around..., so I'd say YEAH..., I blame you!"
"I never told you to leave your woman...!" defended Milt, "I'm MARRIED..., why would I expect YOU to leave your girl...?!"
"Okay..., you DIDN'T ask me to leave her..." conceded Duane, crossing the room to clear his brain. "...but I THOUGHT it'd be easier for US to get together if I had my own spot without worry that SHE might come home and walk IN on us...!"
Duane hated having to say that out loud. "But I fucked up..., cause YOU had no plans to hookup with me anymore...!"
"That's NOT true..." said Milt.
"You PUSHED me away every time I tried to set something up...!" argued Duane.
"That's cause I'm..., I'm going through my OWN issues at the moment..." confessed Milt, not used to explaining his feelings. "...it had NOTHING to do with you..."
"Nothing to do with me...??" repeated Duane with a laugh. "I had my FIRST two homosexual experiences with you..., the most MIND BLOWING sex I ever had with another person..., and I had absolutely NOBODY I could talk to about it! Not my Mom..., not my friends..., my coworkers..., and definitely not my girlfriend...! Every time I wanted to talk to YOU, you blew me off like I was annoying you! Like..., like you REGRETTED doin' it n'shit...! You ain't have time for me, time to talk, and you acted as if I was some sort of stalking psychopath tryin' to turn your life around..., when ALL I wanted to was TALK about it...! To let you know how much it affected my life! But you couldn't be bothered!"
"I'm sorry..." said Milt, feeling Duane's confusion. "...that's the whole BAD part of being DL..., NOBODY knows what we're into..., so you CAN'T talk to anyone about it...!"
"But that's just it..." said Duane, coming to clarity. "...I...I don't think I'm DL..."
Milt looked confused...
"So...what're you saying...?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Duane took a deep breath...
"I...I think I'm GAY...!" he admitted, as shocked to say it as Milt was to hear it.
"How do you KNOW...?!" asked Milt.
"Well, for one thing..., I LEFT my girlfriend of two years for a GUY I slept with twice! If THAT'S not gay then WHAT is...?!"
"You were probably confused..." ventured Milt, "...overwhelmed...! Nothing like that had ever happened to you before...!"
"I KNOW..." agreed Duane, recalling. "...it was the BEST sex I ever had...! And it was something I NEVER KNEW I wanted...! I mean..., I'd always looked at guys and wondered stuff..., but I had read somewhere that THAT was common, that millions of people THINK about stuff without ever actually doing it...! It didn't make them gay! But then..." Milt could actually SEE the clarity coming across Duane's face. "...then WE did some of the stuff I had always imagined..., and it was like: `DAMN...! THIS'S what I've always been looking for...!'"
"I'm sorry..." said Milt, believing he somehow fucked up Duane's life.
"Sorry about what...?" asked the younger man.
"I didn't mean for any of THAT to happen..." said Milt, sitting on the sofa. "...I just thought maybe..., maybe we could fool around once in a while..."
"I probably WOULD have had it not been such an eye-opener for me...!" explained Duane. "But you don't have anything to be sorry about..., you helped me stop livin' a lie!"
Milt chuckled at the irony, having helped Duane find peace in his life while his own was falling apart.
"So..." he said, leaning back against the cushions. "...is that guy gonna be your new BOYFRIEND now...?"
"I don't know..." said Duane, taking a seat beside his coworker. "...I hope so...!"
"He's kinda YOUNG..." said Milt.
"So am I..." smiled Duane. "...I'm only 3 years older than him...!"
"I know."
Duane touched Milt's shoulder affectionately...
"If things were different in our lives..., I would definitely have wanted YOU to be my boyfriend...!"
"I can't..." said Milt, lowering his head...
"I know, man..." assured Duane, patting Milt's shoulder. "...I KNOW you have a family you have to be there for to protect..." Milt cringed at the thought that his family might be a lie... "...but I want to give this a try...! I want to see if it's possible to still be me, as a GAY man...! And I know YOU'RE not about to come out like that!"
"Is your BOYFRIEND...?" asked Milt, curiously.
"I don't know..." said Duane, honestly. "...but he's NOT married..., and he didn't seem to have a problem showing his intent in the street just now...!"
"No, he didn't...!" agreed Milt with a laugh. "But I believe that was more for MY benefit than yours!"
"WE gonna be okay...?" asked Duane, wanting to keep his friendship with Milt.
"Definitely!" assured the older man, giving Duane a hug, just as Vaughn peeked in through the door. "You have company..." alerted Milt, catching view of Vaughn's head.
"Has it been 20 minutes yet...?" asked Duane, breaking his hug and looking at his watch.
"uh, naw..." said Vaughn, inching his way inside. "...I just...I wanted to make SURE everything was alight...!"
"It's all good!" assured Milt, getting up. Vaughn was surprised when the older man walked over and shook his hand. "I was just leaving...!"
Vaughn looked shocked as Milt walked over to the door and left, leaving him and Duane alone...
"What was THAT all about...?" he asked, curiously.
Duane swallowed hard, knowing the moment of truth was up...
"Vaughn..., how do you feel about dating another guy...?"
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