BRUTHALY LUV -40
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SEA ISLE CITY
36 year old Dan Edwards and 26 year old Crystal Waters drove an 1hr and 18 minutes (or 68.6 miles) from Philadelphia Pa to Sea Isle City in New Jersey, for a weekend of sun and fun away from the city and all it's inner city trappings.
Dan pulled up into the motel parking lot to check in. Crystal got out (pulled the sunglasses down over her eyes) and looked up into the clear blue skies...
"Why does the sun and air feel and look so much fresher here than it does in Philly...?" she asked, already basking.
"Can't SEE the sun or sky with all the skyscrapers blocking the sun!" said Dan, heading into the main office.
"Two whole days of fun and relaxation..." said Crystal, happily. "...and just WAIT til you see what I've packed in my overnight bag...!" she teased.
Just then the clerk came out, clearing his throat to let his customers know he was there. "Oh...sorry..." said Crystal, making an embarrassing face as Dan began to check in.
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PHILLY
Milt, Marlon, Janice and Rachelle drove over to Demeece's house to pick up Milt's kids Aaron and Jannetta. Deme okayed Milt to have the kids over the weekend, despite Milt denying her the chance to a face to face talk before he moved out. "Jan..., would YOU mind going up and getting the kids for me...?" asked Milt, wanting to keep his distance from his wife.
"Okay..." said Janice, sitting in the backseat. "...are you SURE she said it was okay...?"
"Definitely..." assured Milt, "...I just don't want to go up there and give her an excuse to argue!"
Seeing the logic, Janice got out of the back of the car and walked up the steps to the front door to ring the bell. There was a few minutes wait, then the door opened. Milt could see Janice talking to someone in the doorway, then say the door slam shut in Janice's face. Janice knocked again but to no avail.
"What happened...?" asked Milt, getting out of the car.
"She said if YOU weren't `man enough' to get your kids yourself, that you couldn't have them!" informed Janice.
"Dammit!" said Milt storming up the steps, using his house key to get in. "DEME..." he yelled, as Janice followed him inside. "...you said I could have the kids this weekend...!"
"So you send your SISTER over to pick them up, like you can't bare to see me face to face...?!" argued Deme, in the living room.
"Okay, so I'm here...we're face to face..." said Milt, hunching his shoulders. "...where ARE they...?"
"We need to talk first...!" she demanded, leaving no room to debate.
"Demeece...I'm not here for that right now..." said Milt, closing his eyes in a `woosha' moment.
"I don't care WHAT you're `here' for...!" responded Deme. "You think you're just gonna WALK in here while I'm at work and clear out YOUR side of the closet and JET without discussing it with ME first...?! What kinda punk-ass man does that...?! Who LEAVES their family without talking to their WIFE about it first...?!?"
"I didn't WANT to talk about THEN...and I DON'T want to talk about it NOW...!" said Milt. "I just want the kids...!"
"Too bad, cause they ain't here!" said Demeece, folding her arms defiantly.
"Come on. Demeece..." Intervened Janice, seeing it get out of hand. "...Milt just wants to spend a few hours with the kids..., to take them to the movies and get something to eat..., where's the harm in that...?"
Deme looked at Janice cross-eyed...
"WHO the fuck'r you...?" she asked, as if they never met. "Don't you have a GIRLFRIEND in NY you should be eating out or something...?!"
"Don't YOU have a PASTOR you should be making more illegitimate children with...?!" asked Janice.
Demeece's mouth flew open in shock.
"You BITCH!" she cursed, storming after Janice. Milt blocked Demeece's route, grabbing her voluptuous body to hold her back from getting hurt. "WHO the fuck'r YOU to come into MY HOUSE and tell ME how to raise my kids...?!"
"Go upstairs..." said Milt, to his sister. "...SEE if the kids'r up there...!"
"No she don't...!" said Deme, wiggling to get out of Milt's strong arms as she reached for Janice as she breezed by and jotted upstairs like a human gazelle. "She don't get to roam FREE in my house! Come back here bitch! Let GO of me Milt...!"
"Not til you calm down!" said Milt, struggling to keep the tigeress caged.
"They're NOT up here...!" said Janice, coming back downstairs.
Milt let Demeece go...
"Where'r my kids...?" he asked.
Deme clammed up, adjusting her wrinkled clothes and pretending not to hear anything.
Milt grabbed her arm... "WHERE'R my kids...?!" he repeated. "You KNEW I was coming over for them...! WHY would you HIDE them from me...?!"
"You're hiding..." reasoned Deme, speaking clamly now while MILT was the one raising his voice. "...YOU won't come home and talk to us like a family man is SUPPOSED to..., so WHY should you be able to pick the kids up whenever you want and take them god knows where without ME...?"
"My god, Deme..., JANICE and MARLON are in the car WITH ME...! How FAR am I going to steal the children with THEM right there beside me...?!" reasoned Milt.
"Janice's YOUR sister..." reminded Deme, "...and Marlon and I haven't spoke in 4 years..., he'd LOVE to side with you against me and help HIDE my children!"
"I don't believe this..." said Milt, grabbing his head as if he had a migraine. "...I'm out of here!"
"That's right, turn tail and RUN home to mommy like the bitch you are!" screamed Deme, following Milt to the door. "You'll NEVER see the kids!" she said as he walked out. "I'll drag your ass to court for CHILD SUPPORT and get every dime you own!"
"There'r MY kids too, Demeece...!" snarled Milt, turning around with anger in his eyes.
Marlon saw the argument spilling out of the house, and got out of the car to hear what was going on...
"Only ONE of them are yours...!" said Deme, shooting a knife straight through Milt's heart. "And I'm NOT too sure about the other one...!"
"You BITCH!" cursed Milt, running back up the steps to beat her to a pulp.
Demeece saw the murder in Milt's eyes and quickly slammed the door. Milt tried the knob, but it was locked. Then he reached into his pocket to retrieve his keys, but Deme bolted the door with a new lock Milt knew nothing about, helping secure her safely behind closed doors.
"FUCK YOU, Milt...!" she yelled through the secured door. "I'll see you in court! That's the ONLY way you'll ever see your kids!" she laughed, turning around to go back into the house (to call Charmaine), when she gasped in shock to find Milt's sister Janice standing in the second doorway leading into the living room. "Oh shit...! I didn't know YOU were still here...!"
"Apparently..." said Janice, rushing by to unlock the door.
"NO!" yelled Deme, grabbing her from behind and using her bigger weight to swing Janice's tiny petite body around and body slam her to the floor.
"What was THAT...?!" asked Marlon, standing outside the door with Milt.
"I don't know...!" said Milt, pressing his ear up to the door.
Janice got up off the floor, feeling like a caged cat in a Vet's office. She noticed Deme was dressed in fighting clothes (i. e. jeans, sneaks, casual shirt, head scarf, no makeup or ear rings), while she was dressed nicely for an afternoon out. She knew Deme wasn't letting her out peacefully so long as Milt was outside. The only way to get to the door, was THROUGH Demeece.
ARRHHHH...!" screamed Janice as two bodies slammed into the front door, knocking Milt's head back from impact.
"They're fighting!" announced Marlon, looking through the door's mail slot at the bottom of the door. He could see two sets of feet scrambling back and forth, as if the ladies were tussling. They could hear grunts and growls as the women pulled clothes, hair, and scratched skin, drawing blood. Someone hit the floor. Someone else was slammed into a wall. The closed blinds resting against the windows suddenly started dancing about wildly, breaking apart and folding in opposite directions before being pulled down off the windows. Milt tried hanging off the railing to peer inside, but couldn't see much of anything. Then as suddenly as the fight began, it ended. Someone unbolted the door, then turned the knob...
Milt and Marlon were surprised to see Janice walk out the victor (her pulled hair and torn clothes a strong indication that she barely won).
"Let's go..." she said, walking passed the boys as they peeked into the house to see Demeece moaning in pain, holding a broken umbrella which she took from around her neck.
Milt and Marlon disappeared down the steps before Demeece could see them...
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SEA ISLE CITY
After checking into their motel room, Dan and Crystal decided to hit the `main strip' where there were dozens of side shops, coffee shops, restaurants, and sidewalk cafés. They toured some of the clothes shops, buying matching swim suits, then took a break at an outdoors café where they had coffee and appetizers.
Later they changed into their swimsuits and took a walk down the beach in the warm sun, holding hands and speaking with some of the vacationers milling about various areas. Finding a spot to root, they laid out their umbrella and lounge chairs, then took a dip in the cooling ocean where they jumped the waves in each other's arms and kissed like newlyweds. Crystal thought Dan looked HOT in his swim trunks, the slightly baggy material hugged his ass and showed off his terrifically toned body and chest hairs. Dan had to admit that Crystal looked stunning in her two piece, though he couldn't keep his mind off Marlon, wondering what he and Milt were doing at the moment...?
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PHILLY
Milt drove back to Marlon's house to let his sister freshen up after her fight, and to calm Rahcelle down (who was a bit frazzled upon hearing what happened). Milt and Marlon helped anoint Peroxide on some of Janice's scratches in the bathroom, while Janice fixed her pulled hair and adjusted her clothes.
"I'll be downstairs..." she said, leaving the bathroom. "...to check on Rachelle..., you two take all the time you need...!" she added before disappearing downstairs, leaving Milt and Marlon to clean up the small mess they made in the bathroom.
"I still can't believe Demeece did that..." said Marlon, tossing the used cotton balls in trash while Milt closed the cap on the Peroxide. "..what was the point...?"
"She's YOUR sister..." said Milt, sounding broken down. "...if YOU can't understand her ways, I sure as hell can't!"
"Wait..." said Marlon, stopping Milt from putting away the bottle.
"What...?" asked Milt, stopping cold.
Marlon reached up and grabbed Milt's chin to turn his head slightly in his direction...
"You have a small...cut...right under your eye..." he informed.
"Oh...?" asked Milt, looking at his reflection in the mirror. "Deme must've hit me one while I was struggling with her..." he assumed, noticing the broken skin but lack of blood.
"I'll clean it for you...!" offered Marlon, grabbing a fresh cotton ball and the Peroxide.
Milt took himself a seat in the corner on the hamper, while Marlon pressed the cotton against the mouth of the Peroxide and tilted the bottle sideways, then carefully dabbled the wet soaked cotton against Milt's cheek bone.
Milt waited patiently as Marlon cleaned the area, keeping it from getting infected. Milt kept his eyes cast downward, avoiding eye contact after the hurtful things he said to him the other day (last chap). Milton felt sorry for how he said it and how it probably made Marlon feel, but he didn't regret it. He saw great potential in Marlon, and it angered him that Marlon didn't see it in himself.
"Demeece's only acting that way because she don't want to let YOU go..." reasoned Marlon, taking his time to clean the area. "...she certainly wouldn't've went through all of this if she didn't care...!"
"I don't want to talk about Deme..." said Milt, trying not to think about his kids.
"Oh, okay..." said Marlon, shutting up.
He noticed Milt becoming more somber.
"...I just want to see my kids..." added Milt, his voice beginning to crack.
Marlon stopped dabbling the cotton ball...
"Maybe Demeece'll change her mind about taking you to court...?" hoped Marlon, aloud.
"I can't lose my kids, Mar'..." said Milt, looking up with sadness in his eyes.
Marlon's heart went straight out the window as he leaned forward and kissed Milt directly on the lips, throwing caution to the wind. Milt felt Marlon's soft suckable lips touch his, as he quietly snaked his hands around Marlon's waist. Milt began kissing him back as a tentative kiss quickly turned erotic. Milt wrapped his arms about Marlon's waist tighter, pulling him closer into him as he slipped his tongue into Marlon's mouth. Marlon breathed heavily through his nostrils, feeling a slight anxiety after dreaming so long about reuniting. He touched Milton gently about the face and neck, trying to cipher if he was really there or just a dream?
Milt stood up, twisting his head in another angle, swirling his tongue in Marlon's mouth. Marlon groaned, feeling Milt's hardon pressed against him as they ground crotches. Milt titled tnto Marlon, causing Marlon's back to bow backwards. With one hand firmly about Marlon's waist, Milt quickly lifted the other hand behind Marlon's head, holding him still while he drilled his oral cavity with his oral muscle. He turned Marlon towards the hamper, then began undoing his pants...
"Milt..." whispered Marlon breathlessly, almost afraid to awaken from the dream. "...are you SURE about this...?"
"Shhh..." said Milt, yanking at Marlon's waistband to lower his pants and underwear. "...if we didn't want to...we wouldn't be doing it...!"
Marlon agreed silently as he allowed his pants and underwear to be taken down. Milt then lifted and removed his own shirt, then began undoing his own pants while Marlon took in the sight of his manly muscles. Marlon kicked off his own shoes and stepped out of his bunched clothing while Milt stripped naked. Marlon looked down and grasped Milt's hard erection, mesmerized that it looked bigger than he remembered, compelling him to drop to his knees take the swollen manhood into his mouth. Milt was still stepping out of his pants when Marlon began bobbing his head back and forth in his crotch. Once naked, Milt lifted his elbow against the bathroom wall, then comfortably leaned still while Marlon worked over his erection.
It'd been a long time since Marlon tasted Milton's dick. He'd forgotten what the penis tasted like, but he still remembered how satisfying it felt having Milt in his mouth. Just having him inside him, his body directly in front of him, made Marlon feel like his world was finally going right again. He took Milt's dick down into his throat, feeling it slide easily into his breathing tube like a perfectly fitted tool. Milt groaned aloud when he felt Marlon's throat wrap around his manhood, encasing him in soft velvety flesh.
"Oh shit I've MISSED you...!" moaned Milt.
Marlon mashed his face in Milton's groin, breathing in his jock scent from his pubic bush before slowly withdrawing all the way back up to the head and pulling off...
"I've missed YOU too...!"' he said, looking up.
Milt pulled Marlon to his feet, then planted him another series of wet French kisses as he maneuvered him back against the hamper. Marlon sat upon the edge of the hamper, automatically lifting his legs while leaning back against the wall. Milt followed, their mouths still fused as Milt's hard dick poked about between Marlon's legs. Marlon broke the kiss only long enough to spit into the palm of his hand, then reach down and smear it against his asshole. Then taking Milt's dick in head, Marlon aligned it with his anus, then waited for Milt to press in...
"UHHH..." moaned Marlon, lifting his legs higher as he broke the kiss again and slouched down against the wall. Milt looked into Marlon's eyes as he sank into his body, the asshole slowly swallowing his dick whole as the TWO men became ONE.
"Ohhh god..." groaned Milt, "...you're so HOT...!"
"Please Milt..." whispered Marlon, his eyes becoming glassy with lust. "...fuck me...just FUCK me...!"
"I WILL baby..." moaned Milton, pressing all the way in, grounding against Marlon's stuffed ass.
Marlon moaned softly as Milt's big dick pulsed and jerked inside him, getting re-reacquainted with Marlon's rectal track as he began sliding in and out. At first the strokes were cautionary, as two old souls slowly got to know each other all over again, becoming familiar. Through it all they continued to kiss, still staring in each other's eyes, as if finally seeing the other for the first time in years.
Milt began to pick up speed as his pace began to quicken. He'd pulled back midway, then crash his hips back into Marlon's ass, driving his dick back up inside. Marlon would grunt softly, chewing innocently on Milton's bottom lip while surrendering himself (mind, body & soul).
Milton could feel Marlon giving in. He could feel his body accepting him wholly. It was as if the two men never left each other. The passion, the love, the lust was still there, only hidden by a thin layer of dust. Both men only felt better, only felt whole, when with each other.
Marlon grabbed onto Milton's thrusting hips, following the powerful thrust as Milton continued to drill his dick 9 inches deep into Marlon's rectal tunnel. Marlon struggled to find a comfortable spot on the hamper, shifting his weight as he accepted each of Milt's deep strokes. Milt held his hands behind Marlon on either side, using the long stretch of his strong arms for balance (like anchors) as he fucked steadily in and out of Marlon's spread legs. Marlon heard the basket crack while they fucked, but was far too engrossed sexually to give a shit. Milt was just starting to pound his body harder, when the white wicker hamper suddenly gave in and crumbled, dropping Marlon to the floor. "Oh shit...!" surprised Milt, as Marlon quickly slipped from his hands. It was as if one second he was there, and the next he was gone (Milt's dick bouncing wetly in midair).
"What was THAT...?" asked 8 year old Rachelle, downstairs with her auntie Janice. "Are uncle Milton and daddy fighting...?" she asked, suddenly scared for her daddy.
"No Rachelle, no..." assured Jan, having noticed the thumps and groans coming through the ceiling overhead. "...they're just...talking...! Maybe one of them dropped something..."
"Something HEAVY...!" said Rachelle, watching the chandelier in the dining room jiggle. "Maybe we should go upstairs and see if they're okay...?"
"uh..." thought Janice. "...maybe WE should go outside and see if any of your friends want to go to the movies with us...?" she asked, taking Rachelle's mind off upstairs.
"OKAY!" thrilled Rachelle, knowing just WHO to ask.
"Are you okay...?" asked Milt, helping Marlon up off the floor.
"Yeah..." said Marlon, a little stunned, looking back to see the smashed hamper. "...I guess the hamper wasn't built to have SEX on...!"
"Shit folded like it was made of papier-mâché...!" laughed Milt, happy that the clothes inside helped break Marlon's unexpected fall. "Do you want to continue...?"
"Oh hell yeah...!" answered Marlon, his dick still hard despite the accident. "You...?"
"Definitely!" said Milt, looking like he needed it just as badly.
The two men began to kiss again, as Marlon wrapped his hand around Milton's erection and Milton's hands went straight for Marlon's ass, slowly turning him around to face the sink. Marlon looked at his own reflection in the mirror, with Milton standing directly behind him. The two men smiled at each other before Marlon felt Milt guiding his dickhead between his ass cheeks. Bending slightly, Marlon spread his feet apart to allow easier access. Milt bent at the knees, then tilted his dick upwards and speared forth, driving straight through.
"UHH..." groaned Marlon, feeling suddenly filled again. Milton ground his pelvis against Marlon's ass, ensuring his entire dick inside before resuming thrusts. "OOoooohhhh..." moaned Marlon, bending over further as Milt's dick started to slide in and out. Marlon's reflection left the mirror, leaving only Milt's. Milt was busy looking down, holding onto Marlon's waist while thrusting back and forth, feeding Marlon's hole what it needed.
Marlon leaned in over the sink, giving himself selflessly, wanting to make Milton happy. Milton drove his dick back and forth, fucking Marlon's ass the way he knew he liked to be fucked, wanting to make Marlon feel good. Both men performed sexually for selfless reasons, both garnering pleasure by making the other feel good. Marlon was the first to cum when he reached down and began massaging his dick, mistiming his orgasm when he suddenly started spewing semen all over the floor under the sink. Milt pulled out of Marlon when his orgasm hit, not wanting it to trigger his own climax.
He waited while Marlon held onto the edge of the sink with one hand, while milking his spurting rod with the other. Milton stood in close behind Marlon, rubbing his chest and torso, pinching his nipples and kissing gently about his shoulders as he watched Marlon's euphoric facial expressions in the mirror. Marlon opened his eyes to see Milton's face standing behind him, and smiled...
"Why did you pull out...?" he asked, curiously.
"Cause I wanted YOUR orgasm to be your own...!" said Milt, turning Marlon around to face him.
"But what about YOU...?" asked Marlon, looking down at Milt's stiff erection. "I want YOU to cum too!"
"So MAKE me!" said Milt, lifting Marlon's head for another kiss.
Marlon felt Milt backing him against the wall in front of the toilet. Milt reached behind Marlon and cupped his ass, lifting him up off the ground. Marlon instinctively wrapped his legs around Milton's back as Milton used the wall to help hold Marlon in the air. With Marlon's legs lifted up out of the way, Milton was able to aim his dick upward towards his hole, then sank back in for the 3rd time. Marlon had his arms wrapped around Milton's neck to help keep him elevated, while Milton began thrusting into him, driving his dick in and out of the clinging hole.
Marlon loved the way Milt's dick felt moving through him, as if it owned him (in a good way). He felt Milt press himself into him chest to chest (their heads over each other's right shoulders), thrusting his hips upwards, each stab causing his asshole to cling to and massage Milt's thrusting staff. Marlon's asshole was penetrated originally with only a smear of saliva, but the continuous in/out motion coupled with lust and desire (and Milt's pre-cum) helped keep Marlon's hole moist and lubricated throughout intercourse, making Milt's strokes all the easier as he stabbed straight through Marlon's ass. As Marlon began to inch (slip) down the side of the wall (his sweaty back losing suction against the tiles), his anus became more align with Milt's stiff staff, allowing for a straighter more direct stab. Marlon could feel the entire length of the dick digging through him, making his mangina sing!
"I want you to CUM, Milt..." he whispered sincerely, the desperation to feel Milton's semen traveling inside him evident in his voice. "...I want to FEEL you nut inside me..., breeding me!"
"Aww shit..." cursed Milt (facing the wall), as he stabbed in one last time and came. "..why'd you have to SAY something...? AAARRRRRHHHHHH...!!" he yelled, forgetting Rachelle was supposed to be downstairs.
"Oh shit! Yeah! Yes! Give it to me, Milt! Yeah! Ooooohhh yeah...!" moaned Marlon, feeling Milt's dick jump, jerk, and slit semen straight into him.
Milt ground his pelvic bone home, making certain every ounce of his seed was drained in Marlon's bowels. Marlon milked Milt's dick with his anal muscles, making sure he got every drop.
"Damn that feels good..." moaned Milt, loving how the anal lips snap open and closed around him...
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SEA ISLE CITY
Crystal was lying on her side, naked under the covers of a strange bed while her boyfriend lay naked behind her, his softened dick still draining off inside her womanly womb as they lay connected. But while she slept content and at peace, Dan lay awake behind her, having the awful feeling that something was wrong at home...
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