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-42
Pt-1 NEW YORK
The first month in New York was a hectic one! All working the same job with essentially the same hours, Flex and his roommates had to work out a planned schedule for bathroom usage, giving each other only 10 minutes at a time to shit, shave, and shower before making room for the next man!
They all carpooled into the office, where they stopped for coffee and danishes before heading into work. As the newest member to the design firm, Flex was assigned as an assistant to one of the company's busiest workers, --Mathew Walker! Mathew was a 35 y/o New York designer in high demand from celebrities and prominent businessmen looking to impress with upscale designs in homes and offices! Mathew was hell to work with, always yelling and screaming and threatening his assistants with firings! Most of the assistants ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, but Flex was always calm and cool, listening to what Mathew wanted and tossing in a few fabrics of his own choice [just for kicks]. Flex looked at Mathew as a drama-queen or a women, knowing how fickle some of them could be! Flex knew better than to rationalize with females, particularly if they were suffering from their periods! He put Mathew in the same category, enabling them to work well together.
Mathew didn't think much of Flex at first glance. Sure he was cute [sexy even], but he was straight [or seeming straight], and most straight guys had no clue about colors schemes and fabrics. He never expected Flex to last longer than a week, having seen men like him get chewed up and spit out like used bubblegum. But there was something different about Flex, something charming in a way. He was quick on his feet! Mathew enjoyed having him around, not just to look at [even though he thought Flex wasn't bad on the eyes], but because he seemed hungry to learn!
Flex quickly became one of Mathew's top go-to guys when he needed fabrics carried and colors coordinated!
After work the roommates would meet up at a Manhattan bar for drinks with friends before heading home or going out. Sometimes the party would spill over back at the apartment, with 5 to 10 guys hanging about drinking, partying, or playing video games on the giant flat screen in the living room [Greg's favorite past-time with friends]! With Flex's bedroom loft just overhead, it was tough for him to get any sleep until the music and games turned off and the guests went home!
Occasionally [once in a while] when Greg's company would be playing [the cult classic: Ninja Zombies Warriors-5], the stereo would be on and the tv game would be loud, but the noise the guys usually make while playing would quiet down. One time Flex got up to use the bathroom, but when he got to the top step he saw Greg slumped down on the sofa with his guest's head bobbing in his lap! Flex could see the friend's mouth swallowing Greg's dick to the root and back as he sucked, with Greg's boyfriend Joe [probably] asleep in the bedroom! Flex was about to back up when Greg's eyes suddenly opened and the 2 men stared directly at each other! A second later Greg grabbed the back of his friend's head and forced his face down in his lap and came, grunting softly as he shot a huge load down the back of the guy's throat!
Flex disappeared back into his room!
Pt-2
"So...how're you liking your first full month at Divine Fashions...?" asked Flex's roommate [Alan], chopping fresh lettuce for a salad to go with the lasagna cooking in the stove.
"It's fly..." said Flex, sitting on one of the stools surrounding the island counter separating the kitchen from the living room [his back to the living room]. "...I'm not exactly DOING anything yet, except for carrying heavy fabrics and running errands for Mathew...but its okay...!"
"And HOW do you like Mathew...?" asked Alan, looking up to catch Flex's true facial expression in case he lied...!
"Now that's...a different subject...!" said Flex, not wanting to say anything too bad about the man he worked with [in case this was a setup by Mathew to learn his inner thoughts about him...?].
Alan smiled...
"It gets easier..." he admitted as he threw all the ingredients' for the salad IN together. "...Mathew likes to break IN the new guys by running them ragged...!"
"Yes..." agreed Joe, walking in from setting up the informal dining room table. "...especially if he hasn't slept with you yet...!" he added with a fairy-wink!
"He gets some kind of perverse kick out of it or something!" admitted Alan, indicating that Joe wasn't joking! "You'll be okay."
"You just have to PROVE to him that you're worthy of working for him...!" chimed Joe, pulling the wine glasses down from the cupboards.
"And...HOW do I do that...?" asked Flex curiously, sampling the apple slices hors'doeuvre.
"Well..." said Joe, hunching his shoulders, "...if all else fails, wipe out that big cock of yours and slap it across his face...! He might like that!"
"How YOU know I gotta big dick...?" asked Flex.
"Are you kidding...?" asked Joe, "The way you flaunt that thing around in your towel when you come from taking a shower...? Are you serious...?!"
"I'm covered up!" defended Flex.
"So are a pair of double-D tits, but you can't help but notice THOSE when they bounce on by in a tight clinging blouse, can you?" asked Joe, taking the glasses into the dining room...!
"Point taken." chuckled Flex, thinking about double-D breasts...! "But if you think MY dick's big, you should see my roommate's back in Philly...!" he added [immediately regretting it soon after].
"And how do YOU know how big your roommate's dick is back home in Philly...??" questioned Joe, backtracking for the scoop!
"We did 3sums together..." admitted Flex, "...with FEMALES...!" he lied, before anyone could ask!
"And you've never TOUCHED each other...?" asked Joe, "Or TRIED to...? Or WANTED to...?" he inquired. "How BORING!" he added before completing his task with the glasses!
"So you've NEVER done anything with another man...?" asked Alan curiously, putting the wine on chill so they could be ready at dinner time.
"I...messed around...with a cousin when I was younger..." admitted Flex, deciding to keep his bisexuality hidden for the moment.
"But you're NOT gay or bisexual...?" clarified Alan.
Flex hesitated...
"I'm...open minded...!" was all he would commit to!
"Okay..." said Alan, wiping pretend sweat from his brow. "...we were all wondering how you might feel about that...?" he sighed. "I mean, we're ALL gay, in case you didn't know! We didn't know if you were going to be turned off by that...?"
"No, naw...I'm not affected by it one way or another...!" said Flex, having already figured most [if not all] of them were gay! "I respect anybody who respects me! Point blank!"
"Words to LIVE by!" chimed Joe, dashing through for more glasses!
"Do you feel as if any of us have disrespected you...?" asked Alan, curiously.
Flex thought...
"Greg seems like he might have a problem with me...!" he said, thinking of some of HIS comments since he arrived.
"Greg's bark is much worse than his bite...!" assured Alan.
"I'M Greg's boyfriend..." said Joe, proudly. "...and I can tell you first hand that he's a little more than intimidated having another BLACK guy living in the house...!" he admitted! "He's always been considered the `edgy' one because of his ethnic side..., but honestly, he's about as ethnic as Jimmy Fallon at a Luther Vandross concert!" he laughed. "He grew up in a white suburb for Christ's sakes! YOU were edgy from the moment you walked in the door in that tight wife-beater, those saggy jeans and Jordan's! I think he was intimidated by you...! He's not as secure with his nationality as YOU seem to be...! He never really knew his biological father, so he never really got in touch with his black roots! He had an identity crisis for years as a teenager, and went through a lot of ridicule for being biracial!"
"So you can sympathize with his ordeal...?" asked Alan, hoping Flex would understand?
"That's fucked up..." said Flex, wondering what it would feel like to be the only black guy in a predominantly white neighborhood? "I never had to prove I was black, because it's always been plainly obvious from the jump!" he thought out loud. "I'll try to be a lil' more understandin' WHY he's the way he is...!"
"We'd appreciate that." smiled Alan.
"What're we talking about girlss...?" asked Cody, walking in late as he stole a piece of lettuce from the salad bowl and sat on one of the corner stools...
"Greg's insecurities..." stated Joe [without batting an eye], heading back into the dining room with the extra glasses.
"Ooooh..." responded Cody, "...do you have a few hourss to KILL...?" he joked, sarcastically.
"Let's NOT Greg bash..." shouted Joe from the other room! "...isn't like any of us aren't without problems of SOME sort of our own...!"
"Yess hon, we all agree...!" said Cody, shaking his head `no' and tossing his cupped hand up to his lips as if Joe drank too much!
"How long've you all been friends...?" asked Flex, amused by their friendships.
Alan and Cody looked at each other as if to calculate the numbers telepathically...!
"Well...Cody and I met 5 years ago at Divines..." he said, "...then we bought this place with Joey about 4 years ago when he was dating that Dentist..."
"Oh yess...BOB..." snarled Cody, rolling his eyes. "...never date a dentisst..." he advised Flex, "...orthodonticss issn't the ONLY orifice they drill at work...!" he added, suggesting the dentist chested on Joe!
"...then Joe started dating Greg shortly after HE started working there..." continued Alan on course...
"So yall all been roommates for about 4 years...?" asked Flex.
"Well...Greg didn't officially move in until maybe 2 years ago...!" corrected Alan.
"We figured if he wass going to be sstaying here all the time, he might ass well be paying rent along with the resst of uss...!" reasoned Cody.
"So..." said Flex, fishing around. "...are yall all monogamous, or do yall mess around...?" he added, trying to be discreet.
"Monogamous..." declared Alan, sternly! "...unless agreed otherwise...!" he added afterwards!
Flex looked confused...?
"You know, for SPECIAL occasions..." said Cody, "...birthdays, anniversaries, hump day...!"
"Gay men are a lot less formal than straight couples when it comes to sharing sex...!" said Alan, putting his arm around his lover.
Flex looked the 2 feminine white men over carefully as they stared back at him arm in arm...!
"Okay..." he laughed with embarrassment...! "...I'm really finding it hard to figure out who's the TOP between you two...?
"What's THAT supposed to mean...?" asked Alan, acting insulted. "You can't see ME topping Cody...?"
"Nope." answered Flex. "And I DEFINITELY can't see HIM topping YOU...!" he added!
"He'ss calling uss lesbians...!" smiled Cody, placing his free hand on his hip!
About an hour later the dinner guests started to arrive. Flex recognized a couple of them from the party at Mundays [last chap], and of course Mathew [his boss] from work, but he also recognized Greg's friend, the one that gave him head on the couch the other night while everyone else was in bed! Greg gave Flex a knowing look, then smirked as he turned to his boyfriend [Joe] and gave him a peck on the lips, confirming their relationship!
Some of the guests just finally wanted to see what Flex looked like, asking if the rumors were true about black men being well endowed? Mathew [especially] seemed to perk up with this conversation! "Well, we KNOW the rumors don't apply to biracial men in Greg's case!" joked one of the friends [the one Flex saw giving Greg head], getting a hateful look from Greg!
"Fuck you, Oliver!" shouted Greg defensively, averting his eyes from Flex as he [embarrassingly] downed the rest of his beer before going into the kitchen for another...!
"Geez Joey, WHY is your man so sensitive..." laughed Oliver, "...it's not like he's fully black!" he joked again, at Greg's expense!
"I bet HORATIO doesn't have that problem...!" said Mathew, sitting at the end of the table, holding his glass up on honor of his newest coworker!
Flex blushed.
"If he needs someone to measure him, I bought my ruler...!" said Oliver, opening his mouth to indicate the depth of a ruler!
After dinner everyone sat around in discussion. Being the new guy, Flex felt less at home than the others, and shied away when he disappeared upstairs in his room. He was lying down on his air mattress [looking at his social sites] when Mathew wandered up to his room...
"Knock-knock..." said the older white man, simulating an invisible door! Flex sat up on one elbow, wondering what his BOSS was doing in his bedroom...?
Mathew hunched over when he realized the ceiling was too low to stand upright under! "Not a lot of room up here, is there...?" he asked, carrying his drink with him. "Do you mind...?" he asked, suddenly realizing [by Flex's confused facial expression] that he hadn't been invited in...! Flex nodded his approval as Mathew started to look around...! "Not much of a decorative eye..." he said, looking at the bare walls and lack of furniture!
"Not much room TO decorate...!" responded Flex.
"Ah..." sounded Mathew, venturing closer to Flex's air mattress...! "...a GOOD designer finds inspiration everywhere! There are WONDERS you could do with this tiny space!"
"I'm..." started Flex defensively, unsure he should finish his statement...? "...not sure..., how long I might be staying...!" he added, reluctantly.
"Oh...?" said Mathew, feeling as if he might have stumbled onto something...! "And does your..." he looked back, remembering there were no walls keeping their conversation private...! "...roommates know you're thinking of moving...?" he asked in a lower voice!
"No." answered Flex, honestly. "I'm not just thinking of moving from the apartment..." he added, looking at his social site and missing his friends back home...! "...I'm thinking of movin' back to Philly!"
"Oh...!" said Mathew, kneeling beside Flex as he balanced his drink in hand. "I hope it's not nothing that I did to influence this decision...?" he asked, knowing he HAD been hard on the boy!
"...no..." said Flex hesitantly, indicating a lie.
Mathew reached out and touched Flex's leg...
"What if I promise NOT to be too much of a bitch at work...?" he asked.
Flex looked down at the hand resting on his knee...! Mathew removed it immediately, sensing Flex's awkwardness! "I could get you more money...!" he offered reasonably, standing up [hitting his head on the low ceiling]!
"Why do YOU want me to stay...?" asked Flex curiously. "You don't even seem to like me that much...!"
Mathew turned away, thinking...
"You show a lot of potential...!" he reasoned, feeling like a hunchback bent over! "Most of the guys that work there are just out of design school, or lack vision, or are just plain stupid when it comes to decorating!" He turned back around and looked down at Flex, "But YOU show promise! You seem to have an EYE for color schemes and textures...! I think with a little more training under MY wing, and a lot more experience...you could be one of the leading sort after designers in New York!"
"Wow..." said Flex, knowing that was high praise coming from Mathew [OR the man could just be trying to get into his pants...]!
"6 months!" proposed Mathew! "Give us 6 months before you make up your mind..." he suggested, "...and I assure you I'll have you designing for your own clients!"
Flex smiled...
"Okay." he said, stretching out his hand to shake! Mathew shook Flex's hand, and nearly cringed when he felt the power of his handshake!
Pt-3
The party ended with everyone going home, saying goodnight as they ventured out into the New York air. Alan, Joe, and Cody rinsed the dishes before packing them in the dishwasher, then started to clean up while Greg played his video games!
Flex came downstairs [shirtless in pajama bottoms] as he passed to head for the bathroom...
"Come PLAY with me...!" called Greg, keeping his eye on the tv screen as he killed as many zombie warriors as he could! "I could use the extra hands!"
Flex looked around at the others in the kitchen, wondering WHO Greg was talking to...? Alan and Joe silently encouraged Flex to play with Greg so they could get to know each other better and possible END the uneasy tension between them!
Flex reluctantly took a seat beside Greg on the sofa!
"I never played this game before...!" he confessed.
"Nothing to it..." said Greg, tossing Flex a wireless controller. "...pick which soldier you want to be at the bottom of the screen, then jump in and start shooting everything in sight!" advised the biracial man, still killing zombies and keeping his eyes glued to the screen!
Flex started to select from the cast of 10 soldiers to choose from. "The girls have better weapons, but they move slower and fall down a lot when running..." explained Greg. "...the Chinese soldier uses mostly knives and machetes, but the black guy has a bazooka!" Flex picked the bazooka [a black metaphor], the popped into the game beside Greg as they began firing on the ninja zombies, sending body parts fly everywhere!
Alan, Joe, and Cody watched from the kitchen as the 2 minority men got to know each other better, finally!
For the next several days [every day after work], Greg and Flex would rush home to continue playing, picking up where they left off by saving the game's progress! Each level sent them deeper into game's mystery, leaving them to figure out how to locate the source and finish the game!
Each night they'd play well past their bedtimes, the only two still up at 2 in the morning! Flex noticed Greg seemed to act a little `different' towards him now that they were game buddies. Instead of talking DOWN to him, they'd talk about the game, and some of the cool features they liked. While playing, their attentions were solely on the game, they didn't talk about their personal lives, or work, or about their futures, they only blew up things and shot a lot of zombies dead!
One night while playing, Flex paused the game for a bathroom break. When he got back, Greg was in the kitchen fixing them a snack and getting more beer! Flex joined him as he leaned against the island counter. "You play basketball...?" he asked, figuring he didn't, but hoping he did so he could have a play partner!
Greg looked over at Flex curiously...
"Why you ask that..., because I'm half black...?" he asked, suspiciously!
"Kinda..." admitted Flex. "...I figured I hadda better chance of askin' YOU than Cody or Alan...!" he joked, causing Greg to snicker.
"No, I don't play ball...!" said Greg, answering the question. "I hate it when people try to stereotype me...thinking I SHOULD be able to play basketball...or I SHOULD be able to dance...! Not all of us were born in the HOOD!"
"Well I guess I'm the walkin' talkin' stereotype inna flesh...!" admitted Flex, holding onto the edge of the counted with both hands while leaning against it backwards. "I play ball, I dance, I eat chicken, I loves me some watermelon, and I can fuck with the best porn stars!" he bragged, getting a sideways glance from Greg, whose eyes seemed to downcast towards his crotch...!
"You CLAIM you're straight..." he said, placing the tops on the sandwiches before licking mayonnaise from his thumb! "...yet you've been here a whole month, and you haven't brought a GIRL home to fuck yet...! Why is that...?" he inquired, staring Flex eye to eye!
"Do YOU have a theory...?" asked Flex, curiously.
Greg paused...knowing this could go really well, or really wrong...!
"I think you're gay..." he said, waiting for Flex's reply!
Flex mulled the idea over...
"I don't see understand your conclusion..." he finally said. "...ain't like I'm bringin' niggas home to fuck either...!"
"No...but you LIVE with 4 gay men...!" reasoned Greg.
"So...?" said Flex.
"Any of which I'm SURE you could have if you wanted...!" ventured the biracial man.
"ALL of which are committed in relationships with their roommates...!" reminded Flex!
"You SAW me the other day..." said Greg, reminding Flex of the night he caught him getting head from Oliver! "...you KNOW I fuck around...!"
"What makes you think I want to fuck around with YOU...?" asked Flex.
"Because..." said Greg, stepping in closer as he dropped his hand into Flex's crotch and squeezed his soft bulge! "...you didn't stop me that night I sucked your cock on the couch when you first moved in...!"
Flex said nothing in response as Greg started to undo his sweatpants...
"I don't want to do anythin' to fuck up my livin' arrangements here..." he said, knowing what might happen if Joe found out!
"Joe KNOWS I blew you..." informed Greg, before dropping to his knees...!
Flex didn't know what to say, as Greg unfastened the drawstring on his sweats, then pulled them down under his ball sac to reveal his low hanging half-hard curve! Greg pulled at the dangling dick [like fruit from a tree] until it started to grow and lengthen before his very eyes! Once hard, he lifted it and began licking it all over, up and down the sides and all about the head! Taking it into his mouth, he swabbed the head in his oral cavity, bathing it thoroughly before stretching his full pink lips and slowly sinking his hot wet mouth all the way down on the curved shaft!
"oh...fuck..." sighed Flex, throwing back his head in ecstasy as his rod sank into Greg's warm throat! Greg pressed his face into Flex's groin, burying his nose in his pubes as he comfortably ground his face about in his privates, the handsome ball player's balls resting against his shaven chin!
Greg was a seasoned cocksucker from the suburbs of New York, starting early at the ripe ole age of 9, trying to `fit in' with his white counterparts who told him his HAD to suck cock in order to even be considered one of them! So while his caucasian mother thought he was out having fun and making new friends, Greg was in backyard alleyways and after hours playgrounds learning the fine art of cuck sucking!
As the only known biracial boy in town, word spread fast of his soft full lips and warm throat, with the list of boys wanting to make friends growing day by day! Sometimes Greg would spend hours on his knees sucking cock, walking home with puffy pink lips and an extended belly full of cum! Once the crowd of boys became too large for him to satisfy orally, they opted to use his asshole as well, using only spit as lubricant before ramming their teenage hard-ons up his unsuspecting ass! Greg tried to scream out in physical pain when the first set of cock barreled their ways into his virgin hole, battering his poor inexperienced rectum and leaving him to walk funny' for days! Greg never understood what his clueless mother must have thought when she washed his underwear and found liquid stains drying in the seat [Greg later determined that his mother HAD to know he was out getting fucked, but never questioned him in a don't ask don't tell' policy]!
Greg was at his neighbors' mercies for years, earning the title as neighborhood cocksucker! Some of the adults even got IN on the act when they stumbled across the boys getting sucked or fucking in their homes and/or garages! One man in particular [who had been like a surrogate father to Greg] found him sandwiched between his 17 y/o son and another boy one day when he came home early from work! Opting to keep the incident quiet [figuring boys will be boys'], he pulled Greg aside one day while alone and asked if he did those things voluntarily, or if he was being coerced? When Greg admitted that he was having sex voluntarily, the man whipped out his fat white cock and pulled the curly haired biracial boy's face in his lap! Then SUCK my cock, cocksucker...!' he ordered, stuffing his man sized cock down Greg's 11 year old throat!
Another incident involved a man his mother was dating! In fact, the man only started dating Greg's mom to get to him! He would stop by the house [early] to pick the mother up, and while she was upstairs getting dressed, he'd be downstairs in the living room getting his cock sucked by her son, using his hand to pump the boy's head up and down in his lap, making him take the whole roll!
Greg serviced many of the boys all through grade school! Some who went off to college, or the service, or who had even gotten married and had kids, would often come back for more head and ass whenever they were in town! Greg had become such a good bottom that some of the `straight' boys decided it was easier fucking him than nurturing a relationship with girls, avoiding the complications of love by just fucking HIM instead!
Greg didn't even begin to use his dick until he moved to New York to go to design school!
Flex felt Greg's face buried in his groin, then felt his throat muscles rippling over his long curved shaft before tightening his lips to withdraw! Greg slid his hungry mouth back up the curved shaft until he was sucking lusciously on the head! He hadn't had many chances to suck black guys when he moved to New York, having mostly befriended white men! He had no social skills when it came to talking to black guys, feeling awkward and unsure around them, unable to relate to them having grown up in a different environment! When he saw Flex passed out on the sofa that first night, he knew that was his chance to act, figuring there might not be another opportunity!
Looking up over Flex's flat stomach, he reached up to push up his wife-beater, wanting to SEE his fly physique! Flex felt Greg pushing at his shirt, and voluntarily lifted it over his head [locking it behind his neck] to show off his primed body! Greg took IN the sights as he reached up and ran his light-skinned hands all over Flex's brown abs while going back down on his dick, taking it all the way back into his throat!
Flex grabbed the back of Greg's hand, following it as it roamed over his flesh...!
"I ain't fucked inna month..." he informed as he looked down at Greg's head buried in his pubic bush! "...might not take me but a minute to bust a nut..." he admitted, shamelessly, "...especially with YUR mouth...!"
Greg pulled back, holding Flex's dickhead in his mouth as he looked up at him...
"Give me your cum, man..." he begged lustfully, suckling the crown! "...then if you want to fuck afterwards...we can go up to YOUR room...!"
Greg reburied his face in Flex's pubes as Flex started to think of fucking Greg's ass! Looking down over his back, he could just see his booty sticking outward while he bobbed his head in on his dick! Flex reached down over Greg's back and forced his hand down into the back of his jeans, feeling his bare buttock!
Greg tilted his head sideways to keep sucking while he unfastened his pants, letting Flex's hand slip further down his pants as his fingers ventured into the ass crack, searching for the fuck-hole! Flex could feel the well-used hole with his fingers, fitting two digits side by side in the indented gap [an indication that Greg took a lot of dick]!
"Damn..." moaned Flex, standing upright as his dick started to pulsate under Greg's expert suctioning! Greg could sense Flex's approaching climax as he picked up the pace and started to suck harder and faster, driving his mouth up and down the hard shaft as he took deep deliberate strokes with his mouth!
Flex alternated thrusting his hips into Greg's face [speeding his dick in and out of his mouth], and allowing Greg to dictate the pace! Greg slithered his tongue along the underbelly as he sucked, coaxing the thick cum-tube [or urethra] as he bathed it with warm spit!
Flex held onto the counter when he felt his orgasm hit...!
"Oh fuck..." he gasped as his dick started throbbing! Greg brought his hand up and began to expertly stroke the curved shaft while suctioning with his mouth [creating a suck funnel], pumping back and forth with sucking and swallowing the throbbing shaft whole to the root! "...I'm comin'...!" announced Flex, his muscular body trembling like an elderly man needing assistance, his dick thickening and swelling...! "aarrrhhhhhhh...!!" he grunted lowly [not wanting to alert anyone], the cum gushing from his flaring head as it flooded into Greg's awaiting mouth!
Greg felt the first splash of cum erupt from the dick, sending a powerful rush of semen flooding into his mouth! Knowing the load would be plentiful after a month of no sex, Greg removed his hand and took the swollen prick back down into the confines of his throat and allowed it to finish creaming! He could feel the big dick pulsating and spitting thick spurts of cum down his esophagus, feeding him the nourishments he needed to make him black!
Flex bucked uncontrollably as he held onto the counter for support, literally seeing stars from the intensity of his orgasm!
"Shyt man...yur da man!" he complimented, once his climax started to subside!
Greg milked the dick with his mouth and throat, pulling back along the softening shaft to milk the last of the cum from the dying prick!
"Damn..." gasped Greg, swallowing hard...! "...that was a huge load...!" he smiled, glad to have been the recipient!
"Told you it'd been a while...!" smiled Flex, tucking his prick back in his sweats as Greg got up off his knees...!
"Doesn't have to be...!" he said, licking his lips...! "Still want to fuck...?" he asked, mischievously!
______________________________________ 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<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
"Told you it'd been a while...!" smiled Flex, tucking his prick back in his sweats as Greg got up off his knees...!
"Doesn't have to be...!" he said, licking his lips...! "Still want to fuck...?" he asked, mischievously!
"You sure it's cool...?" asked Flex, seriously considering it!
Greg stepped in closer, standing face to face! Flex wondered what Greg was up to, when Greg [5'11"] suddenly grabbed the back of his head and pulled Flex [6'1"] in for a kiss! At first Flex pulled back in resistance [Greg had just taken his cum], but then gave in and allowed their soft lips to touch! Greg sucked in Flex's lips as he tilted his head and leaned into him! Flex took lead as his hands snaked about Greg's back and took two hefty handfuls of his ass cheeks, pulling him in closer! Greg groaned softly as Flex's tongue entered his mouth!
"How long'll take for you to get ready...?" asked Flex [heatedly], between kisses!
"Only a few minutes...!" said Greg, feeling Flex's growing dick pressing into him!
"Hurry up..." said Flex, breaking away, "...I'll be upstairs...!"
Greg dashed into the bathroom [stripping clothes along the way], as Flex saved the game where they left off, shut off the system, then took the sandwiches and beer upstairs to his loft! Greg jumped into the shower and began preparing for a good fuck! He knew Flex had a long cock, and knew he had to wash DEEP to make sure there was no mess, using the shower attachments to get the water into his colon!
Flex was lying upstairs naked under the covers when Greg came creeping upstairs! With nothing but a nightlight on, he ducked his head at the top step, then crept over to Flex's bed and knelt down beside him! Flex's dick was already tenting the bed sheet half covering him!
"I saw Mathew sneaking upstairs to your room earlier tonight..." he whispered, groping the tented dick under Flex's sheet! "...I thought you were up here fucking...!"
"Me and Mathew...??" questioned Flex, flabbergasted! "No! He definitely not my type!"
"What is...?" asked Greg, moving in for another kiss as he pressed his lips to Flex's and started suckling his tongue!
Flex allowed Greg to kiss and grope him, as Greg pulled back the sheet to stroke the bare cock underneath! Pulling away, he slipped down over Flex's erection, then oval his mouth over the tip before lowering onto it! Flex looked down over his chest to watch Greg's mouth sink down on his dick again! The light-skinned man slowly sank about halfway before locking his lips about the shaft and suctioning, bobbing his head!
Flex reached down with his left hand and ran his fingers through Greg's soft curly hair, pressing his head down lower to make him deep throat! Greg followed Flex's direction and swallowed his cock to the root, his neck ballooning to make room for the thick meat! Flex threw his head back against his pillows and groaned, loving the way the throat felt wrapped around his manhood! With his free hand, he reached between Greg's legs [just under his hard 7.5" dick and dangling balls] and up the back of his smooth perineum for his asshole!
Flex's dick pulsed in Greg's throat when his fingers slid over his anus!
"Mmmmm..." moaned Greg, already lubed as Flex's middle finger pushed inside! He bobbed his head for less than 2 minutes, just wanting to make sure the shaft was hard and wet before pulling off and straddling Flex's waist!
Flex held onto Greg's hips as he got into position on top of him, waiting with anticipation as Greg reached back and grasped his prick at the base before aligning it with his anus and pushing back on it!
"UHHH..." groaned Greg as the fat dickhead penetrated his anal ring! Flex stared up into his handsome face [all scrunched up in a painful expression] as Greg pushed back on it, slowly sinking the shaft inside!
Flex's fingers tightened around Greg's hips as his asshole inched down around his dick base, sheathing the entire rod inside!
"Give me a minute..." whispered Greg, as his body adjusted to the dick invading him!
"Yur so HOT inside..." thrilled Flex, his dick incased in hot wet flesh as it pulsed and throbbed with excitement!
Greg ground his ass into Flex's pubes, stretching his hole around the base before slowly pulling up, then sitting back down on it! Flex ran his hands all over Greg's body, grabbing his hips and ass as he helped pull the ass up off his dick, then let it sink back down fully impaled!
Greg was 23, 5'11, 165 lbs with beautiful high yellow light-skin, pink lips, hazel brown eyes, and short curly jet back hair! His chest was lightly peppered with hair, as was his abdomen and his mostly smooth asshole! Flex couldn't wait to SEE his dick moving in and out of the biracial man's ass, stretching his ass cheeks around his brown curve!
Greg rode Flex's dick carefully as his anus adjusted to the size! Once he felt comfortable enough to take a deep fucking, he rose up into squatted position [balancing on the air mattress on his feet], then started lifting and lowering his widely spread ass up and down the hard shaft!
Flex reached up and tweaked Greg's nipples, making him moan aloud as he started to fuck himself harder! Flex lay there and allowed the man to ride his dick until he couldn't take it anymore, reaching up to lock his left arm around Greg's back to hold him in place while he lifted up and gently pushed Greg backwards until he was lying on his back, his legs pulled up in missionary position as Flex was now on top!
Looking down into the handsome man's eyes, Flex started thrusting back and forth through Greg's ass, sinking IN and pulling back as his big thick prick ravished the soft sucking anus!
Greg lay back comfortably as he gave Flex control, reaching down between his legs to stroke his own hard dick as he slowly masturbated himself! Flex's dick stretched his ass with just the right amount of pain and pleasure his gut was looking for! He held his legs open of his own accord, allowing the black man to fuck into him, driving his curved prick through his milking rectum as he loosened his tightened his anal ring, using the muscles to suck the shaft!
Flex looked down between their clashing bodies in the dim light to watch his dick disappear up Greg's spread ass! He loved the brown and yellow contrast of their skin colors as his thick dick pressed and pulled its way in and out of the pink hole, pulling some of Greg's interior flesh out with his withdraws!
"Damn this ass's like pussy...!" he stated to himself in amazement! Of all the men here, he never pictured Greg as a bottom, believing the stereotype that he HAD to be one of the tops because he was black!
He plunged his dick in and out of his hole, picking up speed and strength as the ballooned mattress made loud fucking noises from their body weights, telling tales to anyone within listening range! Flex knew the loud mattress would be the death him of if one of the roommates [passing to use the bathroom] overheard his mattress making loud farting noises up in his room! He needed to change positions and fuck somewhere OFF mattress, but he couldn't stop thrusting into the hot wet ass long enough to do what he needed to, opting instead to keep fucking!
"Oh shit...!" gasped Greg, shooting cum all over his chest and stomach, the creamy spurts landing in white succession along his skin!
Flex fucked harder as he began to pulverize the asshole under him! Amazingly Greg's well-used anus didn't tighten and squeeze like Devon's usually did when HE came during sex [something Flex missed terribly], instead it loosened more, becoming softer like pussy, allowing his dick to ram through with absolutely no resistance at all!
"Oh FUCK man..., I'm comin' too...!" whispered Flex through grit teeth, thrusting through a half dozen more strokes before burying his dick to the hilt full force! "ARRHHHHH...!!!" he couldn't help yelling out loud as he came, shooting another big load, this time directly into Greg's moist center!
"Yes man! Give it to me, dude! Cum in me! Ooohhh fuck, I can FEEL that big dick jerking wildly inside me...filling me up with your hot load! Ooohhh fuck it feels good! Yeah!" groaned Greg, loving how the twitching dick felt in his male womb!
Flex ground hard against his ass, making sure he got every ounce of his love potion as it jumped and jerked and spit wad after thick creamy wad into the milking entrails! Flex fell forward, completely depleted and exhausted as his strength drained out of his body along with his sperm! Greg lovingly stroked his sweaty back as he kissed Flex's muscled shoulder, allowing the dick to finish its business!
After a few minutes Flex pulled out, falling to one side of the mattress...
"DAMN that was good...!" he sighed, his satisfied dick falling limply over his thigh!
Greg reached for the sandwiches and beer...
"No need to let these go to waste...!" he said, as the 2 men shared a brew and a sandwich!