BRUTHALY LUV -39
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5am. 36 year old Dan Edwards snuck out of his 26 year old girlfriend's bed to sneak downstairs in the dark. His dick was hard, but it wasn't hard for pussy. He left his naked GF to sneak into the basement where her gay roommate slept. But when Dan got to Marlon's room and grabbed the doorknob, he was shocked to find the door locked!
"Marlon...!" he called, knocking on the door. "Open up!"
When Marlon didn't answer, he knocked harder. "Marlon! Wake up! It's me, Dan! Open the door!" Still no answer. Dan started to wonder if Marlon was in there alone? His dick deflated as he ran back upstairs to the guest's bedroom to see if Milton was still in his room. He burst through the guest's room door and flicked on the overhead lights...to find 34 year old Milton Howard still asleep in bed.
"Hey...!" yelled Milt, pulling down the covers (squinting his eyes to see). "What the fuck...?!"
"Oh...sorry...my bad..." said Dan (turning off the light), satisfied Milt hadn't left his room.
THAT MORNING...
Dan sat at the breakfast table (with everyone else) pissed, pretending to read the morning paper to hide his angry demeanor behind the sports page. Crystal was at the stove, fixing breakfast for everyone as usual, while Milt and Marlon sat with Rachelle, discussing weekend plans to hang out and be a family.
"Can Aaron and Jannetta come too, uncle Milt...?" she asked, wanting to see her cousins again.
"I'll ask their mother..." said Milt, "...if she don't have plans..." then he turned to Marlon. "...IF she's calmed down by then...!"
"She was pissed about you packing your clothes while she was at work, eh...?" asked Marlon, sympathetic to Milt's feelings.
"I was every word in the book, last night...!" admitted Milt, sitting in his wife-beater and pajama bottoms. "You'd think she was talking to a stranger instead of her husband of 6 years...!"
"When Deme gets angry, the WORLD better watch out!" said Crystal, scooping scrambled eggs onto everyone's plates. "I'd never met such a judgmental hypocrite in my life! WHATEVER attracted you to her, Milton...I'll never know!"
"T and A!" said Milt, bluntly. "Demeece's got it to spare!"
"T and A..." repeated Rachelle, "...what's T and A mommy...?" she asked.
"Tangerines and apples!" lied Cry, putting Rachelle's plate in front of her, causing Milt and Marlon to snicker like school kids.
"Sorry about that, Crys...!" apologized Milt, knowing he'd made a mistake.
"It's okay..." said Crystal, sitting everyone else's plates in front of them. "...let's just refrain the adult conversation for when my daughter's not around..., okay?"
"No prob." agreed Milt, humbly.
"You okay, honey...?" she asked Dan, placing his plate as he folded his paper.
"I'm fine, just a little...frustrated..." he said, looking directly at Marlon. "...I have a lot to do at work today...!"
"Awe..." said Crystal, scratching the top of Dan's head before kissing his forehead. "...maybe we could go away this weekend, just you and me..., while Milt and Marlon watch Rachelle...?"
"That'd be cool..." said Milt, "...I don't have any plans other than taking the kids to see Puss In Boots!"
"We'll SEE..." said Dan, not liking the idea of leaving Milt and Marlon alone in the house, even with Rachelle around.
Breakfast went smoothly, with Rachelle monopolizing the conversation by talking endlessly about the upcoming weekend. By the end of breakfast everyone (except Dan) was eager for the weekend to begin. "Get your school bag, Rach'...!" advised Crystal, leaving the dishes to be cleared by Marlon. "Be here when I get back...?" she asked Dan, in case he wanted a morning quickie?
"I doubt it..." said Dan, "...I have to get in a little early today...!"
"Okay." said Crys, following Rachelle to the front door.
"I'd better clear this mess..." said Marlon, getting up to collect the dirty dishes.
Both Milt AND Dan found themselves staring at Marlon's supple backside as his white pajama bottoms clang to the fat butt cheeks like wet paint.
Dan caught Milt staring...
"Milton..." he called, getting the married man's attention. "...if YOU need to get into the shower first for work..., you can...!"
"uh, thanks..." said Milt, getting up from the table. "...but I think I should HELP Marlon clean some of these dishes..." he added, picking up what was left behind.
Dan frowned...
"I'm okay, Milt..." said Marlon, taking the dishes from Milt's hands. "...go ahead and get dressed..., you shouldn't be late your first day back...!"
"Yeah...you're right..." agreed Milt. "...thanks Dan!" he added, jotting upstairs.
Dan turned towards Marlon, his dick rising up out of his robe and boxer shorts...
"WHY was your door locked this morning...?" he asked, standing behind Marlon.
"Milt knows...!" said Marlon, looking over his shoulder.
"HOW...? Did you TELL him...?!" asked Dan, suspiciously.
"No..." answered Marlon, turning around, "...he HEARD you sneaking downstairs from Crystal's room yesterday...! He's not stupid...!"
"I find that hard to believe!" snared Dan. "What did he SAY about it...? Is he going to tell Crystal...?"
"No. He said it wasn't his PLACE to!"
"Good..." smiled Dan, "...so we're in the clear...!" he added, pressing his front against Marlon's.
"No..." said Marlon, squirming out of the way. "...I don't think we should fuck around anymore...!"
Dan's looked shocked...
"Why not...?" he asked, turning angry a second later. "Because of MILTON...??"
"NO..." answered Marlon. "...because if HE knows already after just ONE night with us..., Crystal's bound to find out too, if she doesn't already know!"
"Then IF she knows, she's accepted it...!" said Dan, moving in.
"I can't chance that..." said Marlon, "...not while my daughter's in the middle of it...!"
"What's RACHELLE got to do with anything...?!" asked Dan, confused.
"Crystal's already kicked me out once...!" reminded Marlon.
"So..., if she does again, you could always stay at MY place...!" offered Dan.
"You're missing the point...!" said Marlon, angrily. "I don't want to live in another household and VISIT my daughter...otherwise I would've moved to Atlanta with Curtis...! I want to live in the HOUSE with my daughter, helping to raise her!"
"How FAR do you think you'll get with NO money...?" asked Dan. "Do you really think I'm going to keep going into MY WALLET to pay some other man's bills if he's not putting out for me...?!"
Marlon became paralyzed, knowing Rachelle could suffer if Dan refused to help financially.
Dan noticed the wheels turning in Marlon's mind, and moved in for the kill as he reached behind and cupped Marlon's right ass cheek in his left hand. "You know you NEED this as much as I do...I don't know WHY you act like you don't...!"
Marlon said nothing in his defense as Dan turned him around, then lowered his pajamas off his ass, exposing the soft supple skin. Marlon fell into a zombie like state as Dan molested and kneaded his ass with his bare hands, bending Marlon forward to expose his hidden mangina, the bane (and thrill) of his existence.
"Yes..." moaned Dan, staring at Marlon's hairless asshole. "...THAT'S the spot..."
"Can...can't we WAIT until Milt's gone to work...?" asked Marlon, hearing the shower turn on upstairs.
"Crystal will be back by then..." reminded Dan, "...besides, you said Milt already knows..., so we don't have to hide anything from HIM!"
Marlon know Dan was right, but just didn't like the idea of getting fucked while Milt was up and about in the house. Like before, Dan grabbed a pat of butter off the table, then proceeded to lube Marlon's asshole. Dan made Marlon bend all the way over until his palms lay flat on the floor, then moved in behind him as he aimed and shoved his dick forward.
"UUURRHHH...!!" grunted Marlon, feeling Dan breech through.
Dan held onto Marlon's waist, slamming his pelvis into his ass forcibly, fucking him outright without foreplay or mercy. Marlon tried to keep from groaning or grunted too loudly, fearful that Milt might hear them upstairs. Dan had the upper hand, using Rachelle's welfare as a bargaining tool. He knew Marlon would do whatever he HAD to to make sure his daughter was financially secure. He knew as long as Marlon didn't work or have any other financial income, he would be at HIS mercy to do whatever he wanted.
Marlon felt about as vulnerable as ever, bent over at the waist with his palms against the floor. In this position he had absolutely no defense against Dan's thrusts, taking each and every powerful thrust like a punch in the kidneys.
Dan had no regard to Marlon's comfort or humility. He saw Marlon as a gay opportunist who didn't mind using his ass to get what he wanted. Luckily for Dan, Marlon didn't have high expectations.
He wanted Marlon to know what he was getting, AND to be punished at the same time. Butt fucking him in the kitchen (in such an uncomfortable position), insured Marlon's humility and servitude. Dan didn't like having to reason or bargain for ass. Marlon's ass was HIS, locking the basement door and denying him his daily grind was unforgivable. And IF he was thinking of sharing his assets with Milton..., well let's just say things wouldn't be pretty.
Milt had only been there 2 nights, and already Marlon was defying Dan's wishes. Milton was a definite threat, and Dan knew he had to be removed as soon as possible.
He held tightly onto Marlon's waist as he fucked, pounding his pelvic bone home. Marlon grunted and groaned after every plunge of his big thick 11 inch dick, losing his footing and relying solely on Dan's physical strength to keep his ass elevated and off the floor. Dan easily held Marlon's ass waist high, pounding harder as he bent himself at the knee for better leverage. Marlon felt the additional pounding at his backdoor and scramble to support his dangling body, grabbing the first chair he could get his hands on. "URHH...URHH...URHHH...UHH...UHHH...OHH, ..,URHH...URHH...AHHH...!" he grunted as the dick stabbed him deeper with every stroke.
Dan loved hearing Marlon grunts, his pitiful voice like music to his ears. He watched Marlon reach for the chair, then pulled him back to deny him his comfort. When Marlon reached for one of the sink cabinets, he pulled it open and hugged onto it with both hands, needing something to cling to to endure the pain. By the time they heard the upstairs shower turn off, Dan was hosing Marlon's entrails with his creamy load, blasting full forced inside him, painting his velvety inside creamy white with sperm.
Dan dropped Marlon to the floor when he was finished fucked...
"Leave your door UNLOCKED from now on...!" he insisted, closing his robe as he walked off to take his shower.
Marlon climbed to his feet, pulling his pajamas up over his sore ass. Marlon thought back to his prison days, and how some of the inmates treated him in lockup. He had flashbacks of them leaving him bleeding and seeping cum on the shower floors, his asshole gaping from being taken multiple times at knifepoint. The same feelings hit him when he got forced fucked by Carl, back when he used to work for him. Marlon didn't like being reminded of his prison stint, and knew Dan was getting out of control. Something needed to change. It was only a matter of time before Crystal discovered them and kicked him out of his daughter's life for good.
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Milton Howard went into work as usual, reporting his weekend events to his supervisor, excusing his absents from work. Afterwards he located his delivery truck, as his friends were still loading it with packages. 24 year old Duane Miller spotted Milt while he was talking with their coworkers, and give him a quick smile when no one was looking. Milt walked over as Duane gave him a welcome back hug. Neither man mentioned last night, or what they did together, but the memory of it all remained burned in both their brains as they resumed work.
Duane couldn't help looking at Milt in a different light, staring at his ass through his uniform pants. He couldn't believe how sexy the chocolate man was. Everything about Milt's physical appearance and demeanor screamed masculine, making it all the more remarkable that he didn't mind bending over for the right guy. Duane wondered how many of their straight coworkers would give their left nut to fuck someone like Milt? To take a complete equal and fuck the living shit out of him with his consent? The idea had Duane's dick thickening in his pants. He had to make sure he kept the packages in front of his crotch to keep anyone from seeing his bulge.
Seeing Milton's public persona and knowing his private sexuality preference helped Duane stay in-tuned with his own masculinity, letting him know that gay didn't only mean tight jeans and handbags. He could be gay and STILL like sports, and still play ball, and still be known in the neighborhood as a prominent black male figure.
Unfortunately living life on the DL often meant NOT being able to talk freely or express himself in public. Milt made it abundantly clear that he didn't want to do or say anything that would jeopardize his masculinity in public, especially fraternizing with people he's already fucked. Duane wondered what the big deal would be if he outed himself to his coworkers, letting them all know he was gay at heart?
That evening when the men gathered at the favorite sports bar to hang for a few hours, Duane downed a few drinks to get the courage he needed. The guys were all milling about talking about who the best Philly sport star was, when Duane suddenly announced he's gay. "Who's gay...?" asked Mac Davis, looking confused. "...Michael Vick...??"
"No..." said Duane, unaware of their previous conversation. "...I am...!"
Milt said nothing as he continued to sit on his stool and drink.
"You drunk...?" asked Mac, laughing it off as a joke. "Somebody drive this nigga home, he's drunk...!"
"I'm drunk..." admitted Duane, getting a good laugh. "...but I'm also gay..." he added, getting a moment of silence. "...I dumped my girlfriend, and found a boyfriend...!"
"A BOYFRIEND...?!" asked Jarred Russell, one of their coworkers. "Who...CARL...?!"
"Ha-Ha..., very funny!" sighed Carl, still the brunt of the joke 3 years later.
"No more DRINKS for you!" said Mac, snatching away Duane's beer.
"Still don't change things..." said Duane, getting off his stool. "...I'm STILL gay!"
"Is he serious...?" asked Lemar Wilson, unsure if it was just the alcohol talking.
"Who knows...?" said Mac, turning his back as others began to take notice.
"So what...? You don't wanna be my FRIENDS no more because I'm gay...?" asked Duane.
"Ignore him!" suggested Mac, hoping he'd go away.
"I'm still the same guy you work with...!" said Duane, as the guys all stood a distance from him. "I'm still the same dude you drove into work...! The same guy you ate lunch with...! Who you told you personal sex stories to...!"
Duane walked over to Mac in particular (his usual carpool buddy) and hung on his shoulder... "So you just gonna turn your back on me after all this time...?!" he asked, getting pushed off Mac's back.
"Yo man, DON'T be grabbin' all on me like that!" warned Mac, as Duane hit the ground (losing his footing).
Vaughn saw the whole incident from his own group of work buddies, and ran to Duane's aid to help him off the floor.
"Oh, it's like THAT is it Mac...?" asked Duane, getting to his feet.
"Yo..." said Mac, getting off his own stool. "...keep my name out your mouth!"
"Keep your name out my mouth...?" laughed Duane, as Vaughn held him back. "You ain't say all that shit when I was suckin' your daaarrrhhhhHHHH...!!"
Mac bitch slapped Duane dead across the face, causing him to fall back (limply) into Vaughn's arms. Vaughn passed Duane's body off to Neil Harris (one of HIS coworkers) and charged after big Mac. Men from both sides of the bar rushed in to break it up, grabbing their perspective coworkers and pulling them back from the fight. Mac was rushed to one side of the bar while Vaughn (and Duane) were rushed to another.
"You okay...?" asked Vaughn, attending to his boyfriend.
"Should we call the police...?" asked the head bartender.
"No..." said James Maddox. "...I don't think there'll be any more trouble...!"
"You KNOW this guy, Vaughn...?" asked Gregory Allen, not recognizing Duane at all.
"Yeah, they met a lil' while ago here at the bar...!" said Maddox, recalling Duane's face.
"Well how WELL does he know this guy...?" asked Gee, "Cause he was about to take a BEATING for him...!"
"Their FRIENDS...!" said Maddox.
"Friends..." asked Gee, "...or FRIENDS...?"
Maddox said nothing, knowing what the second one entailed. Although by the looks of Vaughn attending Duane's bloody bottom lip, FRIENDS seemed to be the right word. "Think we got another Saniel on the roster...?" joked Gee, referring to a guy they gangbanged (in Chronicles Of Maddox-8).
"I don't know..." said Maddox... "...this one looks personal..." he said, looking at the way Vaughn care of his FRIEND.
Milt and his friends spilled their group out into the parking lot, trying to calm down Mac before somebody called the police.
"Little fuckin' FAGGOT...!" chimed Mac angrily, snatching his arm away from his friends who dragged him (kicking and screaming) outside. "What the FUCK got into him...?!" he asked, "Is he THAT fuckin' DRUNK...?!"
"Maybe..." said Lemar, helping to keep Mac calm.
"Did you HEAR what Duane said before Mac smacked him in the mouth...?" asked Carl, standing by his brother outside. "Sounds like Mac's been letting Duane polish his crank for him..., but he didn't want anybody to know...! Do you think that's gay?"
Milt laughed... "Got YOU and ME into some shit!" he said.
"Ain't THAT the truth!" agreed Carl. "Who knew letting some dude suck your dick could fuck your life up like that...?"
"We went further than just getting our dicks sucked...!" admitted Milt. "You know what they say..., once you go gay, you never go completely back...!"
"Speak for yourself!" said Carl. "I got a woman!"
"Really...?" asked Milt, biting his tongue.
"Have you MET Jasmine...?!" asked Carl, knowing he had.
"Yeah..." answered Milt. "...and I know she's NOT a woman!"
"Huh...?" said Carl, nearly choking on his beer.
"I peaked in on you guys having sex when I stayed with you..." admitted Milt. "...and I saw her JEWELS dangling underneath...!" Carl reached back and scratched his head, nervously. "So unless she's got some real ugly growth problem happening in her vagina area..., your girlfriend's a man!"
"Did you TELL anybody about this...?" asked Carl, worried he might never lose the gay title.
"Of course not...!" said Milt, telling a tiny fib. "What happened...? I thought you were leaving `the Marlon's' alone...?"
"I tried..." said Carl. "...but every time I got a new girlfriend interested in me..., Charmaine would get a hold of them and start telling them how I was a cheap deadbeat who fucked grown men and little boys in the ass..., the girls couldn't get far enough fast enough after that!"
"So it's CHARMAINE'S fault that you have a tranny girlfriend...?" laughed Milt.
"You think it's funny...?" asked Carl, watching his brother make light of his love life. "Just wait til Demeece has YOUR balls in a sling and sabotages your new girlfriends..., you'll remember how easy it was to get a GUY into your bed...!"
Milt thought back to Marlon...
"Yeah...maybe..." he said, without laughing.
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Milt returned home to Crystal and Marlon's home, to find Marlon and his daughter Rachelle hanging out watching movies on TV. "Where's Crys and Dan...?" he asked upon entering.
"Date night!" said Rachelle, knowing her mother's and Dan's special night every week.
"Oh..." said Milt, taking a seat on the sofa behind Marlon. "...BEST WAY to tell a couple who's still newly dating...!" he laughed.
"Can I TALK to you, privately...?" asked Marlon, looking back over his shoulder at Milt.
"Yeah, sure..." said Milt, getting up.
Marlon led Milt into the kitchen, where Dan had fucked him earlier that morning... "..what's up?"
"Crystal seems really happy with Dan..." said Marlon, getting right to the point. "...I don't want to do or say ANYTHING that might jeopardize their relationship...! I don't want to be the one responsible for her being UNHAPPY again!"
"I...I hear you..." said Milt, not wanting to see Crys hurt or damaged. "...but do you really think DAN'S the best man for the job...?!"
"Doesn't matter what I think..." said Marlon. "...doesn't matter what YOU think..., what matters is what Crystal thinks...! And Crys is crazy about him! She took him back after finding out he fucked me! She still dates him knowing he prefers MY blow jobs over hers...! She's bending over backwards to make it work! I don't want to be the reason why it doesn't!"
"Okay..." said Milt, seeing it clearly in Marlon's eyes. "...I'll back off...! I didn't come here to be a thorn in anybody's side...!"
"Thanks..." said Marlon, smiling faintly.
The two men lingered for a second, trying to figure out what to talk about next...
"Give any MORE idea what we might do with the kids over the weekend while we're babysitting...?" asked Milt.
I have a TON of ideas..." said Marlon, having ample time on his hands. "..but I don't have any money to make any of it happen...!" he frowned.
"What happened to you LAST job..." asked Milt, curiously. "...and the one before that...?"
"I LIED about on my application on one job..." said Marlon, leaning back against the counter. "...and did a no call no show on another..."
"So nothing's changed, eh...?" asked Milt, seeing the same ole Marlon. "...you still got men taking care of you, paying your bills, taking on your responsibilities..."
Marlon felt his heart sink as Milton attacked him verbally for apparently no reason. "...still WHORING yourself for big dicks...!" Milton caught himself when he saw the shocked sadness wash across Marlon's face. Milt felt bad about what he said, so he rushed off without apologizing, going up to his room to sleep off some of the beer...
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