Best friends; 19 year olds -Theodore "Theo" Jones (6-3, 200 lbs of thick muscle, drk brn with a very close skull cut hair cut), Horatio "Flex" Washington (6-1, 165 lbs, medium muscular build, brn skn, with cornrows going straight to the back), and Devon Dorell (6-0, lite brn skn, 150 lbs, slim muscular build, with a close fade cut), all grew up together in the same neighborhood. After graduating high school, they decided to cut the cost of living expenses 3-ways by renting a 3 bedroom house together in the West Philly as roommates.] ____________________________________________________________________________
POTENTIAL-13
PT-1
"I'm close...!" gasped Theo, fucking harder. Devon felt every stab into his gut as the thick dick bore straight into him, never stopping as the relentless pounding continued for another dozen or so strokes before Theo rammed all the way in and trembled.
Devon felt Theo's grip around his neck tighten as his dick swelled, then started hosing a river of cum deep into him. Theo growled like a caged lion, his body trembling with erotic glee as he flooded his roommate's bowels with his overflow.
Devon felt Theo collapse on top of him, his exhausted body weighing on him like a Mack truck. Devon could feel the dick still pumping inside him, still oozing the last of semen when he heard the unmistakable sound of a floorboard creaking.
Devon and Theo both looked up to see Flex standing in the doorway, his jaw dropped as he witnessed his two roommates in bed together naked, one atop the other...
"What the fuck...?!??" asked Flex, shocked and surprised by the spectacle before him.
"Flex...!" called Theo, equally surprised as he rose up off of Devon's sweaty back, his thick hard dick popping out of Devon's cum stuffed ass.
"Yo man, what the fuck's going on here...?!!" asked Flex, jumping back from Theo's hardon as if had the plague.
"Listen Flex..." said Theo, defensively. "...Devon and I are in love, man...!"
"In love...??" asked Flex, stunned, --looking down at Devon confused. "How the hell long has THIS been going on...?" he asked, disbelieving his own eyes.
"Well..., I've always loved Devon like a brother..." explained Theo, looking back at his naked roommate still lying on his bed in total shock. "...but about two months ago we started having sex...?"
"TWO months ago...?" questioned Flex, suspiciously.
"Yeah..." answered Theo, turning back towards Flex. "Look man..., we're in LOVE!" he explained, causing Devon's mouth to drop. "I don't know how you feel about all of this..., but Devon and I are ready to take this to the next level...!" added Theo, "If you don't like it, you can just move out!"
"Fuck that...!" responded Flex. "Devon and I've been fucking for over two months too..., and I ain't about to give up that good tight ass!"
"Waitaminute..." said Theo, hearing things. "...YOU'VE been fucking Devon too...??"
"Hell yeah nigga...!" said Flex, defiantly. "I tap that ass practically every night...! In fact..., I'm the one that opened him up and took his cheery...! So if anybody's gonna move here, it's YOU hommie!"
"I ain't going no-fucking-where!" stated Theo boldly, forming a fist.
"You wanna take this to the street...?!" asked Flex, ready to fight for the right to keep fucking Devon.
"Fuck the street...!" said Theo, throwing a punch which landed directly across Flex's jaw.
Blood flew from Flex's mouth, splattering against the mirror across the room. Flex retaliated by throwing his own punch, which smashed into Theo's nose, breaking it. Theo rushed his big bulky body into Flex's, running him backwards into the wall and shattering the mirror into pieces. Flex's back was cut to shreds. He picked up a piece of sharpen, then unexpectedly stabbed it into Theo's gut, causing him to bleed outward.
"Hold up..." gasped Theo, holding his bleeding intestines in with his hands. "...why're WE fighting...? Devon's the one that was fucking the both of us...!"
"Yeah..." agreed Flex, still holding the sharpen. "...he ain't nothing but a fuckin HOE! HE'S the one that should be bleeding, not us!"
"Get his ass...!" agreed Theo.
"Wait guys...!!" defended Devon, throwing the covers up over him. "I didn't mean to lie to you...! I'm sorry...!!"
"Fuck that...!" said Flex, stabbing Devon in the neck as Theo ripped his arm out from the shoulder.
"Oh shit...!" gasped Devon out loud, jumping up from a sound slumber in Theo's bed.
"Wha...?? What is it...??! What's wrong...??!!" asked Theo, startled out of his own deep sleep, half his naked body draped across Devon's back.
Devon looked around the Theo's room, his face in full fear as looked for his angry roommates. "Devon...!" called Theo, grabbing Devon's shoulder. Devon jumped up out of the bed like a frightened cat, the hairs standing on the back of his neck. "What the fuck is it...??!!" asked Theo, becoming concerned as he threw the covers back. "What the hell's wrong with you...???!"
"huh...?" asked Devon, totally confused as he looked about the room for Flex.
"What's wrong...???" repeated Theo, getting out of the bed.
Devon noticed the bedroom door was closed and secure, with no sign of Flex. He checked his arm, which was still in its socket... "uhh...!" he moaned to himself, his mind registering a dream as Theo stood over him, waiting for an explanation. "I...I thought I saw..., something!" he gasped, shaking the daze out of his head.
"Saw what...?" asked Theo, kneeling down beside him. "What did you see that made you bolt from the bed like that...??"
"I thought I saw Flex..., --standing in the doorway..." said Devon, visually shaken by the thought. "He was standing there, watching us right after we finished..." he said, feeling like an idiot.
"You were just dreaming...!" informed Theo, "We locked the door as soon as we got up here!"
"Damn...! It seemed...so real..." said Devon, breathing easier.
"Are you sure you're alright...?" asked Theo, taking Devon's head in his hands as it titled his head backwards and stared into his eyes suspiciously. Devon blinked several times, feeling as if he were under a microscope. "Devon..., are you high...?" asked Theo suddenly out of the blue, noticing the dilated pupils.
"Huh...? What...?" asked Devon, pulling away.
"Are you high...?" repeated Theo, standing his ground.
"No...! Of course not...!" lied Devon, defensively. "Why you asking me that...?" he asked, moving away...
"Cause your eyes are completely dilated...! I work in a nightclub remember...? I see high people all the time! Are you still doing Sextasy...?" he asked curiously. "I thought you stopped using that shit?!" (chap-7).
"I did...!" lied Devon again, putting distance between them as he wandered towards the other side of the room.
"Bullshit Devon..., I can see it in your eyes...!" argued Theo. "If you want to keep being friends..., you're gonna have to stop doing that shit man...!"
"What harm is it doing...?" asked Devon, angry about the ultimatum. "All it does is make me horny to fuck..., what's wrong with that?"
"Sextasy is just a sexy name for it..." explained Theo. "...it's still a drug! All it is is COCAINE! It's one of the worst drugs on the market! They promote it as a sex drug just to get you hooked..., when all it does is addict you and cause death! That shit's gonna fuck you up! It's already got you hallucinating! I don't want you doing it anymore...!"
"Maaaannn..." groaned Devon, not trying to hear it.
"I'm serious, Dev'..." insisted Theo, getting physical as he grabbed Devon by the arm firmly to emphasize his point. "...I don't want you doing that shit man! I've seen it fuck a lot of people up! Promise me you're gonna stop doing it...!"
"Yeah, whatever..." responded Devon, not taking Theo seriously.
Theo tightened his grip, his huge strong hand biting into Devon's circulation.
"Don't whatever me, man..., PROMISE ME!" yelled Theo with intensity in his voice.
"O...o...okay...! Damn..., --I promise...!" said Devon reluctantly, pulling back his arm.
Theo shook his head at the situation, causing Devon to feel resentful, feeling as if he were being judged.
"Where you going...?" asked Theo, as Devon headed for the door.
"To my room..." answered Devon, feeling suddenly smothered. "...is that alright with you Warden...?"
Pt-2
The next few days were a bit tense between Devon and Theo. Devon didn't like the way Theo constantly checked up on him, making him feel irresponsible and as if he weren't in control of his own life. He was also jonzing for another hit of Sextasy, feeling anxiety set In whenever he went too long without it. Sextasy always mad Devon relax, allowing his body to become a sponge as it soaked up all the sex his roommates could throw at him. Without the Sextasy, he didn't feel quite as sex driven. Theo and Flex both had big dicks (compared to his anyway), getting fucked on Sextasy always took the edge off, making his body crave the hard poundings.
It was close to a week later when Devon ran into his dealer (Richard Wedlaw) while at work...
"Sup Dev'..., ain't seen you inna while..." said Richard, his mind already picturing Devon undressed and in a sexually demeaning position...
"Yeah..., been busy..." explained Devon, trying to keep the conversation short.
But before he could make his escape, Richard backed him into a corner...
"I got a new stash of Sex'..." he informed, pilling a ziplock bag of pills from his inside jacket pocket.
Devon felt his hand tremor...
"I'm kew..." he said, stepping aside to walk away.
"Hey..." called Richard, catching Devon's attention. "...you not still mad at me about Yolanda, are you...?"
"No..." answered Devon, perhaps too quickly. He paused as he thought about for a moment, then re-answered..., "...no, not really...!"
"Look man..., it was nothing personal man..., she was just too fine to pass up, feel me...?" said Richard, honestly. "You know a nicca can't say no to pussy...!" he laughed.
"Its kew man..." answered Devon, still trying to get away.
"So you wanna try this hit...?" asked Richard, tempting Devon with his baggie.
Devon hesitated...
"Is the pills just as good...?"
"Definitely man..., I'll give you a freebee if you wanna hookup lata...!" taunted Richard.
Devon thought it over, knowing Theo had been keeping a close watch over him lately...
"I dunno man..." he said, skeptically.
"Here..., try one now..." offered Richard, palming one pill. "...of you like it, we can go to my place lata and I'll give you a few more...!"
"Okay..." said Devon, taking the pill and swallowing it without hesitation.
Devon went back to work at his cubicle, putting on his headset as he resumed taking medical calls. After about 10 minutes he could feel the pill starting to work as his mind started to feel lifted. He continued to take phone calls even when he felt himself starting to feel jittery. His dick grew hard as he rubbed himself under his desk. Almost immediately he felt himself craving dick. Within a half hour of taking the Sextasy pill, Devon found himself making a personal phone call to Richard's phone, setting up an after work rendezvous.
Pt-3
Devon walked into Richard's crappy one room apartment after work. Richard wasted no time counting out the pills he wanted Devon to take. He handed him several, then gave him a beer to wash them down with. Devon took the pills without thought or concern, taking several swigs to make sure he got them into his stomach.
Before the drugs could even kick in, Richard had his hands all over Devon's ass, feeling and squeezing his fat firm cheeks with anticipation of climbing up in-between them.
Devon knew sex was Richard's ulterior motive. Nearly every time he sold Devon drugs, sex quickly followed. But Devon wasn't concerned, as Sextasy often made him ultra horny for dick (funny how it did the opposite with pussy).
He felt Richard unfastening his work dress slacks as he snaked his hand down into the seat of his pants and began fondling Devon's ass. Devon could feel the drugs already beginning to work as Richard's fingers slipped up his ass crack and began to toy with his sensitive hole.
"Suck my dick first..." ordered Richard, leading Devon to his sofa.
Devon sat down (his head already spinning) as Richard undid his pants and freed his dick. Devon felt Richard grab the back of his head, pushing his hardon into his mouth. Devon began sucking, taking the dick without protest. He was familiar with Richard's dick, taking it as far into the back of his mouth as possible. "Damn..., yur gettin' a lot better at that shit...!" gasped the dealer, hugging Devon's head against his groin as his dick fit down into the bend of Devon's throat.
Devon was proud of his oral skills, having had plenty of practice on his two roommates. Theo and Flex's dicks were so big, that sucking a dick as modest as Richard's was easy. He ground his nose into Richard's public bush, sniffing in his musky aroma before pulling back and dragging his lips back up the shaft.
Richard watched Devon service his dick, loving the way the younger man ate his meat up as if he'd been starving for it all day. Richard had had his share of female pussy, having gotten laid many times over as a drug dealer. But he had to admit that very few girls ate dick as well as Devon. While he had had some pretty amazing blow jobs from women, it was the added taboo of having another black man (a fellow brutha) swinging on his dick that made it better. Watching another neighborhood homboi go down on his dick like a dick hungry faggot was enough to make Richard's balls want to bust a nut.
While Devon slobbered back and forth over his manhood, Richard reached down between Devon's legs though his underwear, and began to finger his tight hole. Devon moaned softed as he continued to suck, whoring his mouth on Richard's dick. Richard felt his dick pulse with anticipation as he removed his meat from Devon's mouth and positioned him on his knees for fucking.
Devon was stripped of his clothes, then placed facing the back of the sofa in doggy position, his ass pointed invitingly towards his host. Richard molded the ass for a few minutes, sinking his fingers into the fat warm globes before spreading them to gaze down at the puckered hole. Giving into lust, he lowered himself to his knees and began lapping at the salad, wetting the smooth soft surface with his tongue.
Devon felt heaven wash over him as his ass was eaten from behind. He spread his knees, spreading his ass cheeks further to allow Richard deeper access. Richard lavished the asshole in loving licks, darting his tongue into the cave as the anal lips began to flower and relax. Soon Richard had his entire face pressed up between Devon's cheeks, sucking and slurping all over the pulsing anal orifice as if he were trying to push his whole head up inside the ass.
Devon pushed his buttock back on Richard, his hole desiring something larger and more substantial inside it. After nearly 10 minutes of heated ass eating Richard got up, his mouth smeared with spit as he slapped his dick between the deep crevice, making Devon mad with excitement. He aligned his manhood up to the hole, pushing gently as his dick slowly entered the hole. Devon bit his lower lips as his anal muscles tightened, then relaxed and allowed entry.
Richard buried his dick balls deep, grounding his hairy pelvis into Devon's smooth backside. Devon could feel the entire dick inside him, stretching his anal ring as Richard began stroking himself in and out, feeling the hot rectum cling to his manhood like a second skin.
Devon lay his head in the back of the couch, giving Richard cart-blanche to his insides as he fucked away at his ass. Devon's mind soared as his body relaxed under the steady pounding at his backdoor, a strange calm seizing his body as it got what it desperately craved most.
Richard held onto Devon's hips as he fucked into his ass, using the round meaty cushions as a springboard. He slapped his pelvic bone into the brown cheeks repeatedly, sending his dick well into the hit rectum as he fucked Devon's hole. As much as Richard still liked women, he knew he would never give up butt fucking men like Devon, guys with fat round booties who seemed destined to bottom for ass hungry tops like himself. Richard didn't feel sorry for Devon, as long as he was willing to give his ass up for drugs, he was willing to fuck it. What did he care if it ruined Devon's love life with his girlfriend, or if he lost his job or got evicted because of his addiction? He was a drug dealer with motive and opportunity, and where there was opportunity, he was there with drugs and dick in hand.
Devon could feel Richard's thrust getting harder the longer he fucked. He knew from countless encounters with him that that meant he was getting close to losing his load. Devon felt sorry that his anal session was about to be cut short, but felt excited about getting another ass full of hot cum in his gut. It'd been several days since his last fucking. And since Theo found out he was still getting high, he hadn't been able to score any Sextasy to rekindle the love affair he had with dick.
Richard could feel the asshole molding to his dick, sucking his shaft as it slid in and out of the hungry folds. He knew he was going to nut soon, just the thought of seeding Devon's bowels again had him on the brink of blowing his wad. He reached down and grabbed Devon's shoulders, pulling him back onto his dick as he humped harder, driving his dick straight through the round backside. Devon panted and grunted, taking each stroke as it shot straight through him like a harpoon. Damn he loved getting fucked! He could feel his head spinning as Richard lifted one leg up onto the cushions, changed the angle of his depths. He hammered hard into Devon's ass, his balls receding up into his body as they prepared to unload.
"Here it cums man..." he gasped, biting his lower lip as the cum gushed up and out of his dick like a fireworks display. "...AAARRRRHHHHH fuck yeah...!!" he yelled, feeling his dick pulsate and throb as it sent forth wave after wave of thick hot cum straight into Devon's hole. "Shit man...! Damn thas a good hole...!" he cried, feeling as if his entire essence was being sucked out with his sperm.
Devon's body started to tremble and shake with the climax, bucking like a wild horse as Richard tried to hold him in place. "Yo nicca, wussup...?" he asked, feeling Devon go overboard. When he yanked his dick from the cum filled hole, Devon fell over onto the floor, loaming at the mouth. "OH SHIT...!!!" shouted Richard, recognizing an overdose...
Continued...
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