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-34
Theo Jones couldn't believe his eyes when he finally got the chance to see on hidden camera exactly WHO had snuck into his auto shop and forced themselves onto him sexually while he was busy working on a car. Of all the people in the world, HE was the last person Theo thought he'd see doing something like that. He could see him doing something drastic, but raping his DICK was not one of them.
Theo didn't know HOW to feel about the situation. Surely having his dick fucked without his consent was an insane form of rape, but would the police even believe him should he decide to lodge a formal complaint? Did he want that kind of news getting around? Indeed HE felt violated from the ordeal [especially at gun point], despite having ejaculated inside the assailant on two distinct occasions [chaps-31 & 33].
Theo turned off the video equipment and stored the tape in a safe place. He was still kind of shaken by the ordeal, unsure how he should proceed. Surely anyone willing to do such a thing had to be considered unstable! A danger to society! If he could be given some sort of assurance that it wouldn't happen again, he'd be willing to forget it ever even happened. However, he had a feeling that this wasn't going to be an isolated incident. The assailant seemed to enjoy the power he exuded over him too much for it to not happen again.
The cum was still wet on Theo's chest underneath his overalls, further testimony that it wasn't just in his head. Deciding to handle the matter personally, he realized he needed to capture the man in the act. He needed to make him THINK he still had the upper hand, then spring something on him that he would never forget! He needed HELP to pull this off. He knew he couldn't go to Devon for help, not after the nightmares he expressed about his vengeful drug dealer coming back to get even [after events which happened in chap-14]. He'd have to find it elsewhere...?
Pt-1
Flex Washington was in the midst of driving his Para-transit truck [picking up elderly patients to chauffeur to their scheduled chemo appointments], when he got an unexpected call on his cell phone. Drivers aren't supposed to talk on their cell phones while the truck is in motion [except for getting schedules and directions from an onboard phone for emergencies], but Flex recognized the number as important. He answered the phone despite policy, as worried passengers began to wail and complain. "Hey..., this is important..., clam up!" he ordered, knowing most of them by name. "Hello...? Yes, this is he...!" he said, steering with one hand. "Really...?!" he said excited, causing several passengers to wonder what was going on? "uh..., I'm not sure I could make it today..." he said, sorrowfully. "...I'm currently at work...!"
"Yeah..., if your `work' consist of SCARING old people dying of cancer to death!" yelled one of the patients from behind, getting a chuckle from some of the other passengers.
"Yes, I understand what an opportunity this is...!" said Flex, ignoring his heckler. "I'll be there!" he promised, hanging up the phone. "YES!!" he yelled happily afterwards, his face beaming brightly as he placed two hands on the wheel.
"Who was that...?" asked the old lady heckler [one of his regular clients]. "Clinic call to tell you the baby isn't yours...?" she joked.
Flex looked at the old white haired lady through the rearview mirror.
"You're a regular Joan Rivers back there, eh Ada...?" he asked, sarcastically. "If you MUST know..., that was a new JOB callin' me in for an interview...!" he exclaimed, gladly. "Yall gonna have to find somebody else to pick with early inna mornin' from now on!" he cheered.
The clients all looked around at each other, quietly disappointed...
"You're LEAVING us...?" they asked, concerned.
"Hell yeah!" answered Flex, not noticing the looks on their faces. "I went to SCHOOL so I would'n have to be drivin' this bus for the rest of my life! You think I like gettin' up early inna mornin' to take bull-crap off you people...?" he joked, seriously.
"So WHO'S gonna pick us up for our chemo appointments...?" asked another rider.
"I'm not the only driver they have..." reminded Flex, "...they'll FIND someone else to take yur shit!"
"Those OTHER drivers get us to our appointments late...!" said Floyd, an elderly man who lost his wife to cancer some years ago. "THEY don't care about us! I waited 2 hours for a driver to pick me up one day..., and then he never showed up to bring me back home later after my chemo! The hospital had to pay for my CAB fare out of their own pockets!"
"Most of them'r RUDE..." added another rider. "...they have foul mouths..."
"And they don't help you in or out of the bus!" chimed in another.
"Yall need to REPORT them...!" advised Flex, looking up from the road to see the faces of his riders though the mirror.
"All the good THAT does...!" said Ada. "If you report them, then they NEVER show up when you need them! We NEED our chemo...! Most of us don't have any other WAY to get there!"
Flex's face lost the happiness he had been feeling only moments ago. He went to school to get a degree so he wouldn't have to drive anymore..., but after weeks [months] of picking up these people literally everyday [five days a week], he'd actually started to become concerned for them as people...as family. He knew some of the drivers his clients were complaining about. He'd heard them bragging about leaving patients behind who they thought were too `mouthy' and needed to be taught a lesson or two. He'd hate to see one of HIS patients suffer because a driver was having a bad day.
He pulled up in front of the hospital, then started to help the passengers off.
"So..." said Floyd, climbing into a wheel chair. "...can we expect to SEE you after our chemo...? Or should we all be making plans for OTHER transportation...?"
Flex thought about his interview...
"I'll be here...!" he promised, sending the old man on his way with one less thing to worry about.
Perhaps his interviewers would understand and admire his loyalty to his job and his clients...?
Pt-2
Devon Dorell went into work knowing he held the monthly record on received calls as a claims adjustor; however he wasn't expecting to be recognized by his employers when he walked in to find them waiting to throw him a celebration.
Devon's picture was taken and hung in the lobby, and was given two front row tickets to dinner and a show. There was no monetary raise, but he got the chance to rub his coworkers' noses in it whenever they walked by his picture in the lobby. Devon called Theo to let him in on the good news, but could `sense' something wrong in his voice over the phone. Theo accredited his lack of enthusiasm to a problem he couldn't fix on a car, a little white-lie he felt necessary to keep Devon from worrying about him.
Devon went back to work after his celebration, starting the caller counter back at zero until the next monthly employee could be rewarded. He'd been working several hours when he decided to take a bathroom break. Setting his headset on his desk, he logged out of the system so calls could be rerouted to other operators, then made his way to the employee restroom down the hall.
He walked up to one of the urinals and unzipped his pants, then began relieving himself immediately. He'd been standing there several seconds when he heard the restroom door open. Devon was in the process of completing the drainage of his dick, when he was physically grabbed and tossed into one of the nearby stalls...
"RICHARD...!" he cried, shocked to see his ex-drug dealer standing before him.
"SHUT UP!" ordered the crazed looking drug dealer, having snuck into the building unnoticed. "Do you know what your friends did to me...?!" he asked, shoving Devon back over the toilet before slamming the stall shut door behind them. "Did they tell you...??!"
"YES...!" answered Devon, scared out of his wits that Richard might do something drastic.
He watched as the dealer started to undo his pants, standing directly in front of him in a menacing manner. Devon recalled how Richard had aggressively fucked him several times over the course of their dealings, and realized Richard probably came back to take sexual revenge out on HIM since he wasn't man enough to physically attack Theo or Flex! Devon thought the best way to get rid of Richard was to do as he wanted, then send him on his way fully satisfied. So when Richard fully exposed his 8" penis for sucking, Devon simply leaned forward and took it In, not wanting to cause any unwanted attention.
"Yeah..." moaned Richard, grabbing the back of Devon's head before forcing his face down into his groin. "...suck that dick, faggot...! Yeah...! Eat it!"
Devon hoped giving Richard oral sex would be enough to get him off, allowing him to save his anus for his boyfriend Theo [and their roommate]. He sucked Richard's dick as best he could, swallowing him whole and lavishing his hard shaft with his swirling wet mouth and tongue. "Damn..." responded Richard, leaning back against the stall door as he looked down at the man sucking his prick. "...you've gotten a lot BETTER at that..." he informed, loving what he felt. "...your roommates been teaching you how to suck dick better...?! I bet you get A LOT of dick between the two of them, don'tcha?"
Devon didn't answer, he simply continued sucking harder, hoping to make Richard cum quickly before anyone walked in and found them there. However he realized the dealer wasn't looking for a quickie when he reached down over his back toward his ass, feeling for his hole.
"Stand up!" ordered the eager man.
Devon stood up, then turned around as Richard reached for his waist and yanked his pants and underwear down off his hips, exposing his ass. "Damn...been a while since I've seen that...!" he said, slapping Devon's cheeks.
Someone walked into the restroom, the loud swinging wooden door signifying their presence. Richard and Devon grew quiet as the man walked over to one of the urinals. Richard roughly caressed Devon's ass, rubbing his fingers along the ass crack, searching for the entrance. Devon felt completely vulnerable when Richard roughly shoved his finger[s] up his ass, causing him to bite his lower lip to keep from gasping out loud.
Richard dug into Devon's asshole, stretching his anus and forcing him to submit. The man at the urinal flushed, then walked over to the sinks to wash his hands. While the water was running, Richard pushed Devon up against the back wall, forcing him to bend over the toilet as he aimed his dickhead up in-between his ass cheeks and forced himself inside.
"URRHH...!" grunted Devon, feeling the dickhead pierce into his rectum like a bullet. Richard Wedlaw leaned in behind him, pressing the rest of his dick inside as Devon grunted in despair.
The gentlemen at the urinal looked back at the closed stall door curiously, but didn't make a fuss as he shut off the tap water and made his way to the hand drier. Richard wrapped his arms around Devon's torso and started thrusting through him, enjoying the tight gripping squeeze of his un-lubed hole.
"URRHHH SHIT...! UURRHHH...!!" grunted Devon, unable to keep quiet.
Fortunately the noise from the hand drier drowned his groans, allowing the man to leave the restroom none the wiser. Richard shoved Devon's face against the wall and started to hammer his ass hard, driving his dick through his ass with deep hard strokes. Devon didn't resist nor fight back as his ass was fucked from behind, bringing back to light all the times he allowed Richard to fuck him during drug deals [in his girlfriend's bathroom, at work, and in the drug dealer's own home]. Devon couldn't help feeling guilty for allowing his old dealer fuck him, despite having a serious relationship with Theo. Devon knew him taking this fucking somehow evened up the score between Richard and Theo [or at least he HOPED so].
Devon braced himself against the back wall while Richard fucked, holding onto his hips as he drilled his pelvis into his ass like a worker man. Devon could feel the fuck thrusts coming faster and stronger, a sure indication that the fucker was getting close to dumping his load. He could feel the steely hard dick inside him swell, then felt it jumping and jerking wildly as it filled his anus full of hot creamy cum. Richard Wedlaw groaned out loud as he came, crashing his pelvic bone into Devon's ass as he unloaded his entire wad inside him.
Devon hoped THAT would be the end of their encounter, but he was wrong. Richard Wedlaw stayed inside him for a moment until he finally yanked his half-hard dick free. He reached around Devon's waist and fumbled for HIS erection, gripping it in his fist...
"Fuck ME now...!" he ordered, spinning around and presenting his own ass for fucking.
"Huh...?" asked Devon, definitely HEARING THINGS as he slowly turned around to find Richard bent over presenting his ass...
"Hurry up man..., fuck me!" ordered Richard.
Devon was at a loss for words. In all his encounters with Richard Wedlaw, the option of fucking HIM never came up. Devon still wasn't completely sure he heard correctly, even as he now stood behind the bent over male. It wasn't until Richard reached back behind himself with both hands and pulled his own ass cheeks apart [revealing his tight hairy asshole] that he finally realized what the man wanted.
Stepping in close behind, he spit into his hand and used the saliva to lubricate the head of his dick, then aimed it up between the well spread cheeks and pushed in.
"UHHHH..." grunted Richard as the dick moved into him.
Devon felt the tight anal ring clamp down around his dickhead before sucking the rest of his swollen shaft inside. Soon he was grinding his hips against the drug dealer's ass, churning his meat around inside him.
`WOW!' –he thought to himself, unable to believe he was balls deep inside the man that physically abused him, then left him for dead in his car after an overdose on drugs!
Richard released his ass cheeks as they too clamped down around the base of Devon's rod. Devon reached down and grabbed ahold of Richard's waist as he started thrusting in and out of him. "Oh god..." he groaned, feeling the tight hole stranglehold his dick as he pulled backwards in withdrawal motion. Richard's hole grew tighter, clamping harder in refusal to let the prick go. Devon felt the sphincters clamp down behind the crown of his dick, trapping it inside before he started to push forward, burying his rod again as it pushed all the way back up inside.
"YEAH...!" shouted Richard, loving the feel of the dick pushing back inside his hole. He wiggled his ass a little as Devon planted himself to the root, once again grinding against his ass.
"Fuck, you're tight..." he moaned to himself as he pulled back and began fucking.
Richard held onto the stall door as he pushed his ass back for more fucking, suddenly obsessed with having DICK inside him. Devon was barely able to hold on as he fucked. Soon he was slamming his hips into the drug dealer's ass, sending his pelvic bone crashing into his ass with every thrust, driving his dick inside. Richard groaned aloud as he took the fucking, his tight hole massaging the shaft with pulsing grips. Devon knew he wouldn't be able to last long with the asshole sucking his dick like a hungry mouth. He pushed Richard up against the stall door and started fucking harder, driven mad with lust as he pounded his buttock with deep strokes.
"Fuck me, man! Yeah! Uh...! Uh...! Uh...! Uh...! Yeah...! Like that! Yeah! Fuck that ass, man! Give me that nut! Cum in my ass!"
Devon couldn't help but notice his dick sliding in and out of Richard's ass pretty smoothly considering they didn't have any lubricant. Devon knew the only thing that saved HIM when Richard fucked him without lube was that his asshole had had a lot of fuck practice with the 2 dicks he had at home, however it was obvious that Richard's hole wasn't quite as open as his. That's when Devon looked down and noticed his dick shaft coated in someone else's sperm. Rich had been butt fucked by someone else prior to this. The fact that he already had someone's nut packing his ass yet wanted more cum inside him made Devon's mind heavy with lust as he fucked harder to give the dealer what he wanted.
"I'm about to CUM...!" he announced, unable to keep the pace for long.
"YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME!" insisted Richard, pushing his ass back to meet the thrusts.
"Oh fuck...! AARRRHHHHH...!!" yelled Devon, shoving all the way in and losing his load. "AARRHH FUCK...!" he cursed, coming hard as he ground against Richard's backside. Richard leaned against the door, pushing his ass back into Devon's groin and milking his dick shaft with his anal muscles. He could feel the dick throbbing inside him, filling his gut with warm seed. It instantly took him back to his rape, reminding him of the moment when Theo came inside him, stealing his anal virginity!
Devon slumped out of Richard, stumbling backwards as he bent forward to retrieve his pants. Richard had another hardon, as he switched places with Devon towards the back of the stall where he took a seat on the toilet to jack off in private. Devon watched Richard stroking himself for a moment [trying to decide rather he wanted to help him out or not?], then opted to leave as he was already late getting back to work.
He opened the stall door and stepped out, only to come face to face with his male supervisor. The 2 men said nothing as they stared at each other in shock. The supervisor noticed Devon fixing his fly, as Devon noticed the large bulge tenting the man's pants...
Without saying a word between them, Devon stepped aside and motioned for the supe to enter into the stal he just vacated. The older man reached down and rubbed his manhood before venturing inside [closing the door behind him]. Devon walked to the sinks and washed his hands. Looking back at the stall, he noticed the supervisor's pants hitting the floor, then he noticed Richard turning around to face the toilet, obviously presenting his ass for MORE fucking. Devon contemplated sticking around to watch his supe fuck his ex-drug dealer, but opted not to as he headed for the door. As he was leaving he could hear Richard already starting to grunt as the supervisor began fucking him from behind...
______________________________________ Written by Eugene Marvin aka NPhillydogg@aol.com Email me with questions and comments, or hit me up on Facebook for faster updates and what stories I'm working on next. –DOGG
BONUS-SCENE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Richard Wedlaw sat back on the toilet at Quest Diagnostic's Insurance Division, stroking his dick after just getting fucked by someone he once considered his `bitch'. Richard could feel Devon's cum already beginning to leak from his well fucked hole as he stroked himself with his pants down around his ankles.
He closed his eyes and began daydreaming about getting fucked by Theo [Devon's boyfriend and roommate], recalling how he'd just [a few hours ago] forced himself on him while Theo worked in his auto shop. He loved having control over the muscled bodybuilder, making him submit to his whim [even if it had to be by gunpoint]. He rode Theo's big fat dick after handcuffing his wrists behind his back and blindfolding him so he couldn't see who he was. Richard was sure Theo wouldn't want anything to do with him had he knew WHO he was, so the only way to insure he'd get to feel that amazing tool inside him again was to TAKE it.
Richard was re-living how it pulsed and throbbed inside him as it filled his rectum with cum, when he heard the stall door opening before him. Opening his eyes, he saw a 30 yr old male walking into his stall. At first Richard thought it was security finally coming after him, but then he noticed the slacks, shirt & tie, AND the tenting bulge in his pants...
30 y/o Christopher Baily walked into the restroom looking for an employee. Devon Dorell had disappeared from his cubical longer than his 15 minute bathroom break allowed. Christopher never really had much trouble out of Devon, and went into the restroom to check up on him more than to retrieve him. But upon entering, he could hear the unmistakable sounds of someone having sex.
He quietly closed the door behind him, then crept inside to see if he could decipher who it was? Bending low to the ground, he glanced under the stall doors to see two sets of male feet and drooping trousers, as well as two distinctive male [moaning and groaning] voices. From the looks of it, it seemed that Devon was standing behind another male, most likely fucking him up the ass. Christopher stood up, unsure what to do or how to feel about this situation, when he suddenly heard the stall door open. Christopher stood in shock as Devon walked out fixing his pants. The two men stared each other in the eye, before Devon suddenly stepped aside and motioned for him to pass by and go into the stall next.
Christopher had no idea WHO else was in the stall, as he absentminded reached down and caressed the hard-on tenting his crotch.
Christopher ventured into the stall to find a stranger sitting on the toilet [his pants down around his ankles] jacking off. Christopher didn't know what to expect [having never fucked around with a man before], when Richard suddenly leaned forward and started to fondle his erection bulge. Chris's first reaction was to turn around and walk out, but he hadn't had any attention to his dong since his girlfriend cut him off sexually due to her monthly period. While Christopher was grateful that she HAD her monthly [no children in sight just yet], he hated not being able to fuck while she suffered through it.
Richard unzipped his pants and freed his erection, stroking it in his hand. Chris was hoping for at least a blow job [having heard rumors that men gave better head], when the stranger suddenly got up and turned around, showing him his ass. Chris was just about to pack his dick and back out, when Richard reached back and physically spread his ass cheeks, exposing his fuck-hole. Chris could clearly see the cum trail oozing from the freshly fucked ring. He hadn't fucked anything in 3 days, and his dick was practically aching to slide into something tight and wet, so he stepped up behind the stranger and pushed his dick into his ass.
"OHHH..." groaned Richard, stroking his dick harder as the new prick moved into him.
Christopher grabbed the slim guy around the waist and pulled his ass back onto his dick, sheathing his entire shaft into his hot wet hole. He could feel the slick cream of Devon's cum lubing his dick as he started to slide through. His dick bricked harder at the thought of fucking through another coworker's load, as he started thrusting back and forth.
Christopher couldn't believe this was happening to him. At work, --in broad daylight. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. Neither man spoke to one another. Neither knew each other. Christopher never pictured himself having a sexually tryst with another guy, yet somehow knowing 2 guys were getting it on in one of the stalls [especially someone he knew], spoke to his freaky nature. So while he might not have never tried anything sexually with another guy under normal circumstances, the situation here presented itself [aligning the moon with mars] perfectly, making it difficult to say `no' to.
Chris couldn't believe he was sliding his bare dick up a male stranger's raw ass, but he also couldn't believe how great the tight gripping asshole felt wrapped around his dick. He held onto the man's waist while he fucked into his ass, thrusting into his backside as he sawed his way in and out of his gripping butt.
"Damn..." he moaned to himself as he watched his dick disappear up the stranger's ass. He'd heard about guys fucking, having had a bisexual friend who bragged about busting `straight' ass all the time, but Christ never thought HE'D have HIS dick rammed up some dude's ass [believing only gay dudes practiced such behavior], yet here he was, with no intentions on stopping until he flooded the punk's ass with his nut!
He reached up and gripped Richard by the shoulders, getting a better grip as he pounded his ass from behind. Richard braced one hand against the back wall while jacking himself off with the other. This was the third fuck up his ass today, each fucking opening his man-hole deeper as the fuckings became less painful and more erotic.
"URRHHH...!" grunted Richard, shooting cum all over the toilet seat beneath him.
Having cum twice already today, only droplets of cum splattered against the toilet seat as his asshole tightened and clinched around Chris's thrusting manhood.
"SHIT...!" surprised the supervisor, not expecting the pulsating action erupting around his prick as he continued to thrust through the convulsing hole. Having just cum, Richard started to get up and END the fuck session. However Chris was still working his way to orgasm, and roughly shoved the drug dealer back up against the wall as he resumed pounding his ass...
"Naw dude..., you're not going nowhere until I cum next...!" he warned, doubling his fuck pace.
Richard didn't fight back as he just bent back over and surrendered his ass, feeling as if he had no choice but to let the `straight' guy finish. Just feeling as if he had no choice but to submit to this new guy's sexual whim, caused his dick to start hardening again...
His mind was taken back to the time when Theo Jones took his manhood, strapping him down to a gurney in an abandoned part of the hospital Devon was taken to during his overdose, then shoving his oversized dick up his virgin asshole, MAKING him take his first ride despite his fears and protests. To this day Richard still got aroused whenever he thought about how helpless he felt lying on the gurney getting butt fucked, staring up into the angry eyes of the man deflowering him.
He felt that way again as the new guy currently fucked him from behind, --refusing to let him go until he nutted in his ass. Just knowing what might happen if he tried to refuse getting fucked made his dick brick rock hard. He could feel the 8.5" dick sliding through him, fucking deep into his cum lined rectum.
"Shit man..." moaned Chris, feeling his orgasm suddenly upon him as he rammed the vulnerable backside as hard as he could for the next 20 strokes or so... "...I'm gonna CUM...!" he warned.
"Give it to me motherfucka...!" shouted Richard over his shoulder, wanting it ALL inside him.
"Take it, bitch...! AARRHHHHHH...!!" yelled Chris, shoving all the way in before unloading.
"AWW YEAH...!" groaned Richard, feeling the supe force him up against the wall as he emptied his balls into his ass. "Give it to me, man! YEAH!"
Chris jerked and convulsed behind Richard, his pubic bone plastered against the stranger's bare ass as his dick pulsed and pumped fresh semen straight into him. Chris slumped over Rich's back, suddenly exhausted as his physically strength depleted along with his orgasm.
He pulled out of Rich's ass, his softened dick falling limply over his ball sac. Resting against the stall door for a moment to catch his breath, he watched the stranger slowly retrieve his pants, pulling them up over his ass as if nothing happened [as if he hadn't just been butt fucked by 2 men]...
"What's your name...?" asked Chris, pulling his own pants up after whipping his cum soaked dick clean with toilet paper.
"Rich...!" answered the dealer, opting to give his real name.
"I'm Chris...I work here...!" said the supervisor, shaking hands. "You ever do this kinda thing before...? Get fucked by guys in the men's room stall...?"
"Naw..." answered Richard, feeling the cum starting to ooze from his ravished hole. "...this my first time doin' any shyt like that...!"
"Listen..." said Chris, tucking his white shirt into his pants. "...I have a friend who's bisexual..., I'd LOVE to set something up with him and a few of HIS friends if you're willing to stop by and get fucked some more...?"
Richard thought about it for a minute..., the idea of getting fucked by straight dudes becoming appealing to him...
"Aiight..." he agreed, wondering what it'd be like to be gang banged?
"Cool..." said Chris, pulling his cell phone from his shirt pocket. "...what's your number...?"