[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-5
ONE
5:30am, Devon got up off his knees in the bathroom where he'd just blown his roommate Flex. But even after cumming all over the bathroom floor, he still felt the overpowering need to suck more dick. So Devon found himself creeping into his other roommate's (Theo's) room.
Theo was sound asleep, not having to get up until late morning for his auto-mechanic job at the garage he works during the day. His room was pitch black, as the sun hadn't even risen yet. Devon could hear Flex's car taking off down the street as he went into work. Devon crept quietly across the room to Theo's bed, leaving the lights out as not to awaken him. He felt his way through the dark, until he felt the bed under him. He could hear the faint sound of Theo's snore, indicating that he was sound asleep. Devon took that opportunity to reach down under the man's covers, and feel for his limp dick.
Theo was a big guy, at 6-2 and 200 lbs of pure muscle, most people stayed out of his way (especially when visibly angry). But Theo was a gentle soul, until touched the wrong way, then he became a beast. Nowhere was his anger more noticeable than with his baby's momma. A constant disappointment since the baby's birth, he continuously had problems with her and the support which she was supposed to send monthly. But Theo's child burden is thankfully helped by his mother, who basically takes care of his daughter around the clock while he works and tries to go on with some sort of life for himself.
Devon is well aware of Theo's owes, and often tried to help Theo back into the dating circuit by introducing him to some of his girlfriend's friends, -eligible girls "looking for a good man to "bed down and take advantage of" –said Theo, turning down Devon's meaningful offers. Theo spent the bulk of his life working 2 jobs, and visiting his daughter during his time off. He had no social life, despite working as a bouncer in a popular neighborhood night club at night which often swarmed with single and available women. Devon thought the best way he could help his pent up friend, was by helping relieve him of some of his stress, even if it meant sneaking into his room and do it while he was sleeping.
Though terrified of how Theo might react if caught, something compelled Devon to press on. Theo's dick was unfortunately soft when Devon found it. He peeled back the covers carefully, then dug through Theo's boxer shorts to free his limp penis. Devon knew he loved waking up to a hot blow job from his girlfriend in the morning, so he decided to give Theo with the same treat.
Leaning forward, he took the soft but fat dick between his lips, and started to gently nurse on it. Theo continued to snore while Devon suckled his meat like a piece of candy. Slowly Theo's dick started to lengthen and fatten in his mouth. Devon found his mouth quickly running out of space to hold it. Soon it was standing at its full 10 thick inches, Devon was forced to retreat up to the head. Sucking and licking, he was careful not to get too wild as he didn't want to wake Theo and possibly face his wrath. While he was sure Theo would appreciate some morning head, he wasn't completely sure if he would appreciate it coming from his male roommate. Unlike Flex (who seemed gun-ho to help him figure out his dilemma), Theo seemed the total opposite. Devon wasn't sure what Theo felt about the head he'd already given him (chap-3), as they never discussed it. He knew he made Theo cum (which was SOME indication that he liked it), but he wasn't sure how he felt about his orgasm resulting from a guy?
With these thoughts in the back of Devon's head, he continued to suck his roommate's dick, thinking he'd come too far to stop now. Theo however had awaken from his sound sleep, when he felt the gentle sweet massage of his penis. Somewhere in his dreams, his senses were turned on. He woke gradually, feeling a hot mouth working up and down the top half of his dick. Theo peeked down through slit eyes in the dark, recognizing the bobbing shadow as his roommate Devon.
Theo's first thought was that he was still dreaming. Since getting his dick blown by one of his best friends several days ago, Theo's been in denial that it ever happened. In his mind, he'd completely washed away any memories of Devon sucking his dick in front of his 3 yr old daughter. Theo thought that denying it ever happened, would keep things as they were and prevent things from getting complicated. But now looking down at Devon sucking away at his meaty manhood, he decided to keep his mouth shut and not let Devon know he was awake.
It was obvious that Devon thought Theo was sleeping when he came into his room and started performing fellatio. Theo thought it was a good idea to keep Devon thinking so, as he continued to snore, simulating sleep. Devon became more and more aggressive as his lust grew. At one point Theo had to bite his lower lip just to keep from groaning aloud. He found it hard to stay in one spot without moving or making any noise from the pleasure he was receiving. Playing dead while someone sucks your manhood to pending orgasm is not an easy feat. Theo's dick started to leak a steady supply of pre-cum, driving Devon even wilder as the sweet semen titillated his taste-buds and made him suck harder.
Theo felt his toes starting to curl under the covers. His dick thickened as his balls tightened in their hairy sack, indicating that orgasm was imminent. Devon bobbed his head faster, driven mad by the taste of cum. Throwing caution to the wind, he started sucking and jacking Theo's thick 10 inch fat dick until he felt his mouth filled with an explosion of sperm.
"uuuhhhggggkk..!!!" gagged Devon, feeling the force of Theo's cum rocket into his mouth like a missile. He pumped the thick shaft with his hand, milking the fat head with his mouth as he drank down load after load of sweet nutty semen.
Devon sucked up all of Theo's sperm, cleaning his dick with his mouth as Theo tried to continue playing sleep. When Devon came to his senses, he removed his mouth from Theo's shrinking dick, replaced the covers over his groin, and left the room as silently as he came.
Devon rushed back to his own room, locking his door as he threw himself down on his mattress and started to stroke his erection. With the taste of Theo's cum still in his mouth, and the memory of Flex fresh in his mind, it didn't take Devon long to shoot a hot spray of his very own semen all across his chest and stomach, cumming buckets as he quickly drifted back off to sleep.
TWO
As the day wore on, both Devon and Theo showered, dressed, and left for work separately. They never saw each other (as they rarely do in the morning). Devon went to his job as a telephone claims adjuster for an insurance company he worked for. Devon was one of the highest ranking tele-communicators in his department. Averaging 30 to 50 calls per shift from clients seeking help with medical equipment or needing advice about their insurance claims. He was even once voted Employee Of The Month by the staff. But where his job excelled, his personal life seemed to be in turmoil.
Theodore Jones worked as a mechanic by day, and a part-time bouncer by night. His day job consisted of working for a very popular auto-repair shop (P-Boys) with a host of other mechanics. Theo was known as a fine mechanic with a good heart. Often going against company policy, Theo fixed cars without gouging the customers unnecessary parts. Most all of his customers were regulars who asked for him personally by name. Theo sometimes toyed with the idea of opening his own shop, -making his own hours, and being his own boss; but he was years away from making that dream a reality. But despite the money he made at P-Boys, he was constantly being reprimanded by his bosses for allowing cars to go out without over charges. He was called into the offices at least once every other month, to be reminded of company policy. Theo always felt he was on the verge of quitting, knowing he couldn't swindle people out of their hard earned cash.
His night job was much easier. Theo worked as a bouncer for a neighborhood club, usually manning the doors to make sure no riff-raff made it inside. Sometimes he'd be called to eject someone who'd had too much to drink, or couldn't take "no" for an answer. He'd never had any serious run-ins with an gun totting angry patron, but he'd had some close calls that could have gone either way. Theo often thinks of his daughter (Brittney) when close calls like that happen, and they are what keeps him from making the bouncer job his full time gig.
Flex Washington goes from working his day job at Para-Transit (driving sick and invalid patients to and from their place of residence to their scheduled doctors and hospital appointments), to his night time college classes at the Community College. He hopes to better himself to get a better job to make more money so that he won't have to keep relying on having roommates to pay his bills.
Flex is a playboy, who desires a bit more from life than meets the eye. Many would be surprised at Flex's eye for the arts. Or his taste for style. He lies to most people and tell them that he's going to school for business classes, when in reality he is taking Design classes to become an Interior Decorator. Why? -because most people would laugh at him. Not even his roommates knew the truth, Flex kept it from everyone. How would it look to people if he told them he wanted to be a Interior Decorator? He wasn't yet prepared to handle people's reactions. He'd rather they saw his work, THEN made their decisions.
Devon was the first one home (as usual). He went into the kitchen to make himself a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, while talking to his girl on his cell. Yolanda was already missing him from yesterday (last chap), and wanted to re-schedule "date night" so they could pick up where they left off. Devon was a bit stand-offish, trying to make every excuse in the book for why he couldn't see her this weekend, -when in truth his was just scared, scared that he may not be able to perform for her again.
Yolanda didn't press the issue, knowing that he was already having "stress" problems. She mostly kept the conversation minimal, talking about work or one of her girlfriend's boyfriend problems. When Yolanda touched on the subject that "Drusilla's boyfriend Richard might be gay", Devon nearly dropped the phone.
"What makes you think that?" he asked, having met the guy several times in the girl's shared apartment.
"She said that he's starting to request some weird shit from her in bed!" stated Yolanda.
"Like what?" asked Devon curiously, so he'd know not to bring them up to his girlfriend.
"Like licking his asshole..., or wanting to perform anal sex with her..., or trying to get her to do a nasty ass 3sum with some male friend of his!!" scorned Yolanda, sounding very grossed out over the phone.
Devon found all of those request rather interesting. He'd often wondered what anal sex would feel like on his dick.
"Does Drusilla think he's gay?" asked Devon, innocently.
"She has her suspicions, but he claims he's not! But who wouldn't think he was gay? Don't you think he is, asking for all those faggot requests?" asked Yolanda.
`Well..., with all the straight porno showing mostly anal sex nowadays, what red blooded hot American wasn't interested in anal sex?' –was what he wanted to say, but instead he simply said...; "I guess."
The conversation with Yolanda really didn't help Devon resolve any of his own issues that day, and the morning action he had with both of his hot roommates certainly burned through his mind like a blazing inferno all day. Devon could hardly get his work done, daydreaming about the two mouthfuls of cum he'd swallowed for breakfast. He knew he could experience more of that with Flex, as Flex seemed genuinely concerned in him and his emotional status, -he wasn't too sure about Theo however. The fact that Theo hadn't spoken one word to him about the encounter they shared, showed him that Theo was just as much in denial about it as he was (perhaps he had his own issues?).
Devon didn't blame his friend, HE wasn't sure where he stood in the realm of things himself; how could he expect his friend to know when he didn't? Devon started to wonder if Flex was so supportive because of his nature, or if he had some secret homosexual experimentation of his own in the past? His imagination started to really wander as he thought back on how willing Flex was to "help" him figure out his confusion from the beginning. Devon started to get a little angry at the thought that Flex may have had previous experience, and was just using him to get off, rather than to truly help him discover himself.
When Flex finally came home around 9 that night, he was uncharacteristically alone. Tired and worn out from an extra hard day at work, topped with a lot of design homework, Flex was too tired to entertain all night. He needed sleep. Or at least a good blow job, and sleep. And with his roommate giving out good head, why burden himself with having to drive some girl home after sex, when he could simply let Devon take up where he left off this morning?
"Wussup, man?" he said, sounding exhausted when he struggled in the front door with his heavy backpack.
"Yo." said Devon coldly, wondering if he should bring it up or not.
"What's shaking man? How was your day?" asked Flex, dropping his bag and heading to the fridge for something to drink. He grabbed a brew out the box, popped the cap, and started to down it as he walked back into the living room where Devon sat watching TV.
"Not much..., day was cool." answered Devon.
"Well, I had a shitty day!" said Flex, taking a deep breath after chugalugging half a bottle.
"No girl tonight?" Devon found himself saying, despite his promise not to bring it up.
"Didn't want to deal with the clean-up, nah'mean?" laughed Flex, rubbing the top of Devon's head playfully as he flopped down on the sofa next to him. "What the fuck you watching?" asked Flex, finally looking at the TV screen to see a black girl getting deeply dicked by her black boyfriend.
"I dunno..., something Theo left in the DVD player." answered Devon.
"That's Theo for you, man..." sighed Flex, turning his head sideways to see the dick going in and out of her swollen kootchy. "...with all that dick he got, he the only guy I know still jack off to the porno's faithfully! That girl (the baby's momma) must've fucked with his mind big-time!"
"Have you ever seen Theo down here jacking at night?" asked Devon, curiously.
"No..., but I've had a couple near misses when I broke his flow when I brought one of my girls down to drive home. I even offered one or two to him, but he declined. They were even down for it. I'm starting to think he ain't into chicks anymore!" joked Flex, cupping his crotch. Devon's eyes fell on his growing lump. He could feel his mouth already starting to water.
The girl in the movie was moaning and grunting louder and louder as dude's thrusts got deeper and wilder. Flex was obviously getting turned on as he started to massage himself openly. "Theo's got some good taste in movies though!" he said, eyes glued to the screen. Devon's eyes were glued to his bulge, his own dick only growing hard after Flex started to grope himself. He wanted to asked him if he wanted another blow job, but couldn't bring himself to ask. Flex refused to ask, knowing that Devon wanted it as badly as he wanted air. But he would not make it easy for him, he wanted Devon to hear the words coming out of his own mouth, knowing that it was his sole decision to blow him, and not him giving in weakly to request.
After the scene ended with the guy pulling his big dick from the girl's pussy and cumming all over her clitoris, Flex finished his beer and decided to call it a night as he hopped from the couch and climbed the steps with his backpack. Devon sat on the sofa, feeling like an idiot for allowing the moment to pass without making a move. His dick was still hard, but not because of the new scene that arose on screen. He wanted his roommate's meat, and he wanted it badly.
Flex peeled off his boxers and jumped into the shower before bed. He knew a quick shower would refresh his body scent (incase of encounter), as well as relax him and help him pass off to sleep faster.
When he got out of the shower, he dried himself as he walked down the hall naked to his room. He could still hear the TV on downstairs as he went into his room, set his alarm, and laid down in front of the air conditioner. He toyed with his big dick, daydreaming about the morning action in the bathroom. He wasn't completely surprised when there was a light knock on his door, followed by a timid twist of the knob. Devon came in, his head hung low with shame as he closed the door and walked towards the bed.
Without saying a word, he laid down on Flex's bed, and took his half hard dick into his mouth. Flex lay back with his hands resting behind his head, enjoying the feel of head from his roommate. This was what he wanted ever since he got out of school, to lay back, relax, and have his dick massaged by his roommate's increasingly good mouth.
Devon knew nothing of Flex's desires as he suckled the swelling head and fisted the iron flesh. He felt like a total loser as he ate his buddy's dick, like the faggot his girlfriend's roommate described of her boyfriend. Devon had seen (even talked to) Richard on several occasions while staying at Yolanda's. Rich seemed like a cool guy, Devon sensed nothing in him that screamed HOMO, or suggested he might be gay. He was thoroughly surprised to find his girlfriend spreading such rumors simply because he wanted to perform some kinky sex acts with his girl. Hell, even Flex had had anal sex with females, and 3sums with friends he shared with women. But then Devon found himself questioning Flex's sexuality again, knowing he'd experienced those kinds of sex acts, along with allowing him (his male roommate) to suck his dick on 3 separate occasions.
Devon kicked all negative thoughts out of his head as he continued to suck Flex's dick. Why cloud his experience with thoughts he had no answers to? Flex's dick felt like heaven in his mouth, instantly calming his head and putting everything in perspective for him. Surely he was gay if sucking dick could simply make him feel better about himself? What straight guy would subject himself to the same humiliating torment over and over again?
Again Devon tried to clear his mind of all thought, and just enjoy the moment at hand (or mouth). It was dark in Flex's room, and Devon was glad that the darkness helped conceal some of his shame as he bobbed his mouth on the bloated dick. He could hear the unexpected growls and slurp sounds escape his mouth as he tried to take more and more dick between his lips. He sucked away happily until Flex suddenly reached over and turned on a lamp, eliminating the room in light and catching Devon off guard.
"I just wanted to see you suck it." smiled Flex, looking down at him.
Now feeling subconscious (but not refusing to continue), Devon sucked timidly, his eyes trying to avoid Flex's bold stares as he watched his dick get sucked by his male roommate. "Why don't you take out your dick and jack off?" asked Flex, as Devon was still fully dressed.
Devon didn't speak as he kept sucking. His mind started to fill with thoughts again as he ran his wet lips up and down the spit glistening shaft. He could definitely feel his dick bent painfully in his pants, wanting out, but he was afraid to cum again in front of Flex while sucking his dick. He knew Flex was judging him, despite his understanding nature. He knew Flex saw something in him, perhaps the same something the man at the nightclub saw the first time Devon came home and blew his roommate (chap-1). Devon wasn't sure he liked that people could just look at him and tell something was up. He wanted to be normal like everyone else. He didn't want people whispering and gossiping behind his back, calling him names and telling his girls her boyfriend was a faggot!
Flex didn't push the issue of seeing Devon naked, though he really liked looking down at his naked body that morning while he stood over him watching him blow him on his knees. Devon's dick had been rock hard, Flex was surprised when he saw the amount of cum Devon shot after blowing him. It proved that Devon was really into it, and more importantly, -it proved that Devon was dedicated to the cause. Flex liked that Devon seemed to be getting more comfortable with his sexuality (or with sucking dick anyway). He was definitely profiting from Devon's growth, on the giving end of the torch, laying back and allowing his friend to perform as he got used to the idea of perhaps being gay or bisexual.
Devon started to moan peacefully, his lips wrapped firmly about his roommate's leaning tower as he worked his fist up and down the parts of the shaft his mouth couldn't reach. He could feel Flex starting the slowly thrust up into his mouth, simulating fucking as he reached down and caressed and molded the top of Devon's head.
Devon loved the contact, feeling Flex's hands on his head, stroking his face, making the moment seem more intimate. It helped make Devon relax and get more into it. As his hunger grew, his suck style got wilder. He bobbed his head harder, forcing more dick into his mouth. He knew not to choke himself, knowing it would feel better for both of them if he took small steps, -deep throating would come in time. As Flex placed both hands onto Devon's head and started pumping, Devon reached down and began unfastening his pants, pushing them down as he freed his hard dick and bare bottom.
Flex watched Devon stroke himself while he got his face fucked. He maneuvered himself on his knees so he could wrap his own hand around his hard equipment. Flex was captivated by the sight of Devon's bottom turned up in the air. He held Devon's head with one hand, keeping it moving up and down on as much of his shaft as he could take without gagging, -and reached back with his free hand until he was groping his roommate's bare ass. Devon groaned as his bottom was squeezed and slapped several times. Flex's dick throbbed in Devon's mouth, inciting an explosion of pre-juice which set Devon's taste-buds aflame. Devon suckled sweetly on the dick tip, enjoying the salty flavor of Flex's pre-cum. Flex lay back down in bed, concentrating on the blow job at hand. He thrust up into Devon's mouth, gripping both hands onto his head as he started to serious fuck.
Devon sucked and slobbered all over the meaty curve, taking as much as he could while jacking his own staff. The pre-cum (and anticipation of the actual semen) had Devon on edge. He started to moan loudly as he loosened his lips from around the thick shaft. He was breathing hard, trying to pleasure his friend while contending with an imminent orgasm. Devon's dick pulsed and throbbed in his hand even after he stopped stroking it. The head swelled as a stream of white semen shot forth from the tip, streaking across Flex's sheets as he lay pumping up into Devon's gaping mouth.
"uuuugggghhhhhkkk...!!" groaned Devon, breathing hard around the rigid shaft. Another bolt of cum shot from his dick, landing near the first. Devon panted for breath as his orgasm sent rope after rope of hot seed onto Flex's bed sheet. Flex never stopped humping up into Devon's slack mouth. He dick head started to bang into the back of Devon's mouth as he gasped openly for more air. When Flex thrust upward, his dick head sank into Devon's open throat, causing the head and several inches to sink down into Devon's unexpected gullet.
"Ooooo shit!!" moaned Flex, feeling Devon's throat muscles clamp down just beyond the head of his rod. Devon's eyes bulged as his throat was pierced. He tried to pull his head back, but Flex was pushing it downward at the same time. Devon felt Flex's dick thicken in his throat, then felt the first surge of semen shot out.
Devon panicked as the first shot went directly down his throat. He yanked back on his head, yanking the dick from his throat as the rest of Flex's cum shot into his mouth. "Oooo fuck, yeahhhh man...!" moaned Flex, feeling a strong climax. Devon feasted in his dick juice, swallowing everything he gave as the dick kept shooting load after load of salty essence.
"awww..." sighed Flex, collapsing his head into his pillow. Devon had drained him dry again, successfully making him cum and eating his load without even being told to this time. He smiled to himself, peeking down at Devon through slit eyes as he cleaned off his dick and ate all evidence of his orgasm. Devon looked up into Flex's eyes, catching him staring down at him knowingly.
"What you looking at?" asked Devon, suddenly feeling guilt wash back over him.
"Nothing." said Flex, watching Devon's every move.
"You think its funny, what I just did?" he asked, getting up off Flex's bed as he started to pull up his pants over his fat boyish ass. "You think I'm one big joke, don't you?"
"What?" questioned Flex, intrigued by Devon's quick change of emotion. "I was just enjoying the afterglow!"
"Afterglow, eh...?" asked Devon, tucking his dick as he headed for the door. "You know..., I don't enjoy being taken advantage of!"
"Who's taking advantage of you?" asked Flex, sitting up on his elbows.
"How many guys have you been with before me?" asked Devon, as if he already knew.
Flex looked surprised by the question, his eyes widening as an answer popped in his head.
"A few..., why?"
"How come you never told me you'd been with a guy before?" asked Devon. "How come you acted like this was your first time too?"
"I never told you because it was MY business!" answered Flex. "It happened a few years ago, and I wasn't comfortable sharing that with my friends!"
"Oh! But you expect ME to be able to share everything with you?" asked Devon. "My life, my emotions, my feelings, my mouth...?? And here you couldn't even tell me you'd already had experience! That's fucked up!" he finished, turning towards the hall way.
"Yo...!" called Flex, jumping out of bed to follow Devon to his room. "I didn't tell you or Theo because I thought y'all wouldn't understand! Hell..., we were only 16, and it wasn't like either of you were sexually promiscuous! I HAD to keep it to myself, or risk losing y'all as friends!"
"I wouldn't've stopped being friends just because you had a gay experience!" said Devon. "In fact..., you could have answered some nagging questions I might had had in my head!"
"I had my own issues to deal with then..." said Flex. "I wasn't in any position to be giving anybody any advise."
"So, what happened?" asked Devon, curiously.
"It's a long story." smiled Flex.
"I've got time." said Devon, leading a naked Flex into his room...
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