This story contains nudity, adult situations and sexual acts involving two males. If you are underage or opposed to reading writing involving such material then you should leave this site expeditiously.
Another thing... While the people in my story don't use condoms (I mean they CAN'T get anything I don't want them to have) It is a great idea to practice safe sex... all the time.
Category: Adult Friends
------------------- Foxx Tales II - The Work Buddy
By Floyd Fowler
Foxx yawns and stretches. As he does he feels a warm body embracing his own. He lifts his eyelids to find Warren's head on his chest. He looks down at the unbraided mountain of hair and those sexy full yellow boy lips and watches Warren sleep peacefully for a minute before sliding his hand down Warren's back and rubbing circles just above Warren`s ass.
As he slowly rouses Warren to a more fuckable state Foxx has to admit he loves everything about Warren's body. Yellow skin that shows the slightest hint of blush, that mountain of hair that is usually braided and that perfect dick loving bubble booty has Foxx wanting to pound his insides to mush every time he looks at the submissive boy`s face.
Warren releases a soft moan and Foxx watches him yawn and bury his face back into his muscular chest. Foxx continues to rub, applying steadily increasing pressure. Warren squirms in his arms.
"Five more minutes." Warren murmurs.
"Get up." His deep voice commands. A command Warren has learned to follow without question in the past two weeks. Foxx has to admit he loves watching Warren shiver with desire as he listens to his voice as he tells him what to do.
"But..." Well... almost learned to follow without question. Foxx's hand opens and lowers to Warren's exposed bottom. He grips Warren's left cheek in his right hand and allows his middle finger to sink into his crack. Warren twitches hard and lets out a soft, "ahh." as Foxx slides Warren's body up his own by Warren's asshole.
"Now... I gotta get up for work in a few."
"Yes sir..." Warren says as he wipes the sleep from his eyes, "Can I brush my teeth first?"
"We're brushing our teeth first... My breath is kicking ass and taking names." he says with a chuckle.
"Aight." Warren says.
Warren gets up and Foxx follows him into the bathroom. Foxx can't help starring at Warren's seven inch hard-on as it lays flat against his body. It's weird to look at when his own equally hard and much larger dick is curved downward and so are most of the guys he's seen in porn. He had seen nobody with a dick like Warren's.
Foxx and Warren stand in front of the mirror. Foxx positions himself directly behind Warren as they brush their teeth. He lets his rock hard eleven inches rest on Warren's back, nestled between Warren's cheeks like a lazy cat on a sofa. Then they spit and use the Listerine. Foxx is first to finish and as Warren finishes he tries to turn around only to be stopped by Foxx's strong hands.
"Bend over..." Foxx says. Warren follows the command without remark and looks at Foxx's expression in the mirror. Foxx meets his eyes and gives Warren the same smile he gives girls at the club. Lopsided, playful and damn sexy. Foxx begins rubbing Warren's back and watches Warren's ass reach for the sky. He leans down begins kissing Warren's back as usual. He starts at the neck and makes a trail of kisses and licks to Warren's lower back. It makes Warren hot every time.
Then he goes a step farther. After watching some gay porn he had seen something he wanted to try... at least once. Armed with knowledge gained from an internet article on the subject Foxx plunges his face into Warren's horny ass cheeks.
"FUUUUUUUUUHHHhhhuuck." Warren moans, squirming against Foxxs lips. After taking that first experimental taste he begins sucking like the article had said before pushing his wet tongue into Warren. Warren yells in ecstasy as one of his knees lifts and wedges his leg on the counter, spreading his cheeks for Foxxs oral assault. Foxx hears Warren's forehead hit the mirror and feels Warren's ass being ground into his tongue. Like the article said he makes a popping noise against Warren's puckering hole and hears Warren release another loud lusty moan as he redoubles his efforts to join his ass into Foxx`s face.
"Shhhiiiiitttt..." Warren wines against the mirror. Foxx lets the tip of his wide tongue tickle the bottom of Warren's slightly fuzzy balls, leaving a shinning trail. Warren throws his body back hard and Foxx simply pushes his neck forward harder, bumping Warren`s head against the mirror once more. Suddenly Warren's hand is on his head, pulling his face into Warren's ass even harder.
Foxx yanks his face away. As he stands he sees the confused expression on Warren's face. An expression that doesn't look apologetic at all.
"Do NOT do that... this is my first time doing this shit!"
"Aww sorry man..." Warren says looking at Foxx through the mirror with a grin. Foxx notices the smudged lip prints on the mirror and smiles.
"Just don't do that shit again." He tells his bottom boy.
"Yes sir..."
"Turn over." Warren turns over and holds his legs up the way Foxx likes. Foxx smiles wide as he watches Warren bite his lip. After grabbing a bottle of cocoa butter turns it upside down and pours it over Warren balls, dick and ass. Warren bites his lip and shuts his eyes tight as Foxx lays his hand on his body and begins to rub the lotion into his skin.
Foxx watches Warren's body cringe with desire as he rubs down the underbelly of his shaft and his balls. Foxx's wide hands could easily force Warren to cum but Foxx loved the way Warren's ass felt when he was inside while Warren was spewing his cream all over the place.
Foxx just continues to rub lotion into every place but where Warren would love it most. Warren's abs, his thighs and the cheeks but never the hole. Foxx watches Warren's pleading eyes, silently begging him to "poke" him. Foxx just waits for Warren to say something. After another few seconds Warren speaks up.
"Foxx please!"
"Please what?" Foxx teases.
"Come on... Baby don`t tease me like that pleeeaaasse." Warren wines.
Foxx pats the cheek which Warren likes enough, "There."
"Fooooxxxx stop teasing me..." This pleading wine sends Foxx's dick into hard spasms. The downward curving eleven inches releases precum that slips down his waving shaft as Foxx discontinues teasing Warren. The thought of work in a few minutes also helps speed Foxx up.
Foxx's fingers take more cocoa butter lotion and lube up Warren's passage with rough fingers, just the way he likes. The sexy, short, small framed man with the seven inch dick leaking pre moans and grinds into Foxx's three fingers. Foxx catches himself starring as his lotion covered fingers are engulfed over and over by Warren's hot hole. Foxx reminds himself that this is supposed to be a before work quickie and lets his hand drop.
Looking down Foxx watches as Warren spreads his ass cheeks by pulling his legs from behind the knees. Foxx looks at the fuzzy walls and that slick hole that puckers and reaches out as if unable to wait for his heavy fuck stick to batter its insides. Foxx wastes no time as he pushes into Warren roughly after rubbing the lubricant on himself.
Foxx hears Warren release a groan as his head sinks in. Foxx feels the familiar rush of intoxication as Warren's hot ass grips his dick. Then he lifts a foot to the marbled surface of the sink he's using to fuck his room mate. Another moan rises up and finds its way out Foxx's mouth as he begins power fucking Warren with deep penetrating strokes.
Their bodies loudly slap together as Foxx jams his dick into Warren's heated bowels. Warren moans loudly and grunts as he's fucked raw by Foxx's thick curved dick.
Foxx pumps in and out of Warren with mounting force. He looks down to watch his dick being swallowed whole by Warren's greedy cheeks. Foxx goes weak in the knees for a second then redoubles his pace.
"Ohhhh fucccck.." Warren bowels are pumped full.
"Mmmm... Yeah baby take that shit. You like this dick?"
"Yeess." Warren wines.
"You WANT THIS DICK?"
"HELLS YEAH!"
"THEN" Foxx thrusts deep, "TAKE" He thrusts hard, "THIS DICK." Twin thrusts punctuated with loud yelps from Warren.
Foxx watches as Warren's lips form his name while his sweaty palms push against the mirror behind him. Warren's body jerks with each slam of Foxx's dick. Looking at the sweaty, moaning, little, gorgeous man under him Foxx almost looses it. Then his wild thrusts begin to bang Warren's bush of hair against the mirror. Foxx marvels at how Warren fails to notice how hard his head is being struck against the glassy surface.
Foxx stops pumping so hard and rotates his hips as he sinks balls deep into Warren`s ass. His pelvis spins around twirling his dick inside Warren and causing them both to get louder. Stirring Warren's insides Foxx begins to tingle all over like someone's pouring small ice crystals all over his hot body.
Foxx reaches down and takes Warren's legs and back into his arms. His and Warren's bodies are already slick with sweat. He lifts the sexy, yellow, dick craving man into his arms and sticks him hard mid air. Warren yells as Foxx does this. Foxx just smiles and kisses his lips, wrapping Warren's legs around his waist while moving his hands to the smaller man's thighs.
Foxx feels Warren's tongue drill into his own as he slams Warren's back into the tiled wall. Their faces twist and turn against each other's. He pins Warren against the wall and continues to hump into his heated hole without reserve. Taking Warren's hands he slams them against the wall as well and continues fucking Warren`s suckering ass. Warren moans and huffs like a bitch in heat and Foxx loves every minute of hearing Warren's voice tell him, without words, how good a job he's doing.
Foxx begins to feel a familiar pull and pumping sensation that makes his thigh muscles jerk hard. He fucks Warren harder instead of slowing down as he normally would. Releasing Warren's hands he takes Warren's thighs back into his hands as he slides down to his knees. On the floor he thrusts up into Warren, bouncing on his knees bent flat against the floor. Warren grabs his neck and plants a bottom boy's kiss on Foxx's sexy lips again. Feeling Warren's tongue invade his mouth as his ass begins to contract Foxx knows Warren's is there and so is he.
First to cum, as always, is Warren. Foxx feels the convulsive retractions of Warren's ass before the splattering of hot liquid on his chin, stomach and chest. As Warren's ass continues to tighten and loosen around his swollen dick Foxx finally feels the rush of liquid expelling out of his dick.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!" comes out Foxx's mouth as he spits a torrent of hot cream into Warren's warm hole. Warren howls before shuttering around the liquid dribbling out of his ass. Foxx feels his own cream sliding out of Warren and onto his own legs. His body goes completely limp for a second. All they can do is breath hard and hold each other.
Foxx is first to move. He tilts his head up and kisses Warren long and passionately. Foxx lets Warren's almost limp body slide off his knees and leans in to suck his neck, painting a dark mark on the yellow boy's light skin.
He gets up and asks "You off today?"
Foxx sees a little puddle of cum leaking from Warren's hole as he answers, "Yeah, you want me to cum up on yo break?"
Foxx shakes his head and almost says, "Hell naw" but instead he turns on the shower before saying, "People might get suspicious." He sees Warren's face become a grimace and his shoulders droop. Warren had already told him how hard it was fucking a closet nigga when he was mostly out. Foxx had told him that mostly out meant that there were a lot of people who didn't know so technically they were in the same boat. Warren had rolled his eyes.
"Baby..." Foxx starts.
"Naw man it's cool I just... I wasn't thinkin..." Warren says as he gets up off the floor, winces and exits the bathroom. Foxx stares after him for a minute before opening the cabinet under the sink he just screwed his first and only boyfriend on to take out a large cream colored towel. Then Foxx steps into the hot water thinking about how he's going to make up for all the closet-boy-shit he puts Warren through.
After taking his shower Foxx exits and towels off. After making sure every crevice and muscle is dry he walks naked into the hall. He finds Warren eating cereal and watching Saturday morning cartoons. He's wearing a tank top that exposes his arms and hugs his lightly toned frame. The sweats he used to sleep in cover his lower regions.
"So I'll see you later right?" Foxx asks Warren's back.
"Of course nigga we live in the same..." Warren has turned around and glimpsed Foxx in all his naked glory. Foxx smiles at how even though Warren got "up close" and "personal" with him on the regular the boy still couldn't rip his eyes from his naked body.
"Sorry... you right." Foxx's deep voice thrums as he steps up to Warren and kisses his lips. He presses his tongue against Warrens while rubbing his back. Foxx feels Warren melt into him. Warren sucks on his tongue before twisting his face and sticking his tongue into Foxx's mouth, which he gladly accepted. Foxx holds Warren tightly before releasing him, "You my boy..." He says with Warren's blissful face in his hands, "My road dog, my number one nigga... don't forget... you and me, aight?"
Warren nods and steps away, keeping his eyes away from Foxx's naked body and hanging flaccid snake. Foxx's eyebrows pull down once again as he worries that this may be a bit more serious than he imagined.
"You're gonna be late..." Warren says without any emotion. Foxx looks at the clock, caught between wanting to make Warren feel better and his obligation to go to work. Obligation wins and he runs through the apartment to his bedroom. Once inside Foxx pulls on his usual baggy attire consisting of a XXL tee that hangs off his body and has a purple outline of a gorilla on it and some baggy black pants that show off his blue on purple plaid boxers and a purple hat. Foxx looks in the mirror and smiles for a second.
When he's finished dressing he grabs his duffle bag and walks to the door. As he walks past he sees Warren sitting and starring out the window as his favorite cartoon, Looney Toons, plays on the TV. Foxx stops and grabs Warren's wrists. Warren looks at him with a surprised expression as Foxx looks down at him with a pleading one.
"Man please tell me you gone be alright." Foxx says, trying to keep the panic out his voice.
"Baby I'll be here... don't worry." Warren says before tearing his eyes from Foxx's face. Foxx almost believes him, almost.
Foxx pulls Warren into a tight embrace, "I can stay if you want." he whispers into his ear.
Warren shakes his head and smiles for real this time, "That's coo. We gotta get this rent paid though. I'll see you when you get home." Then Foxx feels Warren's hands sliding underneath his shirt and gliding across his back creating a weird tingling sensation.
"Aight... later then." Foxx says as plants three soft little kisses on Warren's lips and neck. He backs away letting his hand slide across Warren's extended arm until he's out of reach then he turns around and walks out the door.
Foxx spots the skinny kid as he tries to push the insubstantially weighted dumbbells up. He has taken off his street clothes and put them in a locker and now wears a tank top and the uniform pants with the gym logo stamped across his ass. Foxx works as one of the personal trainer's assistants at the neighbor hood gym. This helped him keep in good shape because Roger, his boss, trusted him enough to give him the keys to the place.
Foxx's job is to supervise the people in the free gym while Roger and his sons, Steven and Max, took shifts in leading the group exercise classes. As a matter of fact the entire gym was family owned and if it hadn't been for Keven, Roger's nephew, quitting then Foxx would've never landed this job.
Foxx takes the weights from the kid when he sees the little boy about to pop. Even though the weights are extremely light Max's strong arms lift the dumbbell out his hands and put them where they belong. Foxx looks at Max's body and has to admit he likes what he sees. Max's ass is firm and his waist is small. His back is broad and his arms are a lot bigger than Foxx's who is no slouch in the muscle department. Foxx tears his eyes away from Max's ass and turns to watch the small crowd forming. He already knows today is going to be a slow day, Wednesdays always are.
"Foxx." Roger's shallow voice calls. Foxx turns around and raises his eyebrows, praying on the inside that Roger didn't catch him checking his son out. Roger walks up to him with a smile, "Jack is coming in today. I need you to show the virgin how to work the register."
Foxx smiles, "I got it, when is he getting here?"
Roger looks at his watch, "ummm... in a little bit actually. Man the register and tell Steven to get his ass in here and take your place.
Foxx's brow furrows, "If Steven's out there why cant he...?"
Roger cuts him off, "I expect you to do what you're told Foxx and not second guess me the way those other knuckle heads do... got it."
Foxx gives him a look, "Hells naw... I don't got shit."
Roger smiles, "That's my boy, I swear it's like you're one of the family."
Foxx shrugs, "Thanks white daddy."
Roger pushes his shoulder, "Alright black son I need you to go... Now." Foxx turns around and walks out into the gym lobby. As he does he tells Steven, "Dad wants you..."
Steven gives him the dude-that's-MY-dad look and walks past him giving him a playful shove. Foxx returns the favor by turning around and sweeping his leg to the side, causing Steven to stumble. Foxx then sits on the stool and checks in a few regulars. Then in walks this skinny white boy.
His brown hair is cut Caesar style with the top flipped up instead of laying down. His eyes lock onto Foxx's and he gives him a nervous smile.
"Hi." he says and Foxx notices a slight quiver in his voice
"Hey Jack wassup?" Foxx says as Jack makes his way around the polished gray counter. He's already met Jack several times when Jack would come help Roger clean up the gym after hours for a couple bucks. He's a friend of Stevens that's been inducted into the family like Foxx.
"Not a whole lot, is that your car out there?"
"Which one?"
"The LeSabre."
"Yep that's all me."
"Sweet ride."
"Thanks man, so you ready to do this?"
"I guess." So Foxx starts teaching Jack the controls to the computer and the register. A few customers come in and Foxx stands behind Jack telling him what to do for what the ladies want. One of the ladies was a member and had brought a friend too. The older women flirt shamelessly with Foxx and Jack and Foxx takes their compliments with a grain of salt. Simone (the regular member) is always like that.
"Am I going to have to do this alone soon?" Jack asks after he gets flustered while checking in Kain, this big muscular black guy that's a regular at the gym.
"I'll stay out here with you until you get the hang of it." Foxx reassures him. Jack gives him a bright smile but as he closes his mouth Foxx's eyes catch a glint of silver
"Is that... a tongue ring?" Jack nods then flips it out so the little metallic ball is resting on his lips, "That's hot." Foxx says before thinking.
Jack's face turns red. Then he changes the subject. For a while Foxx thinks about what it would be like to fuck a skinny white boy. He has to admit he's intrigued but when the look on Warren's face from this morning resurfaces he abandons the thought, Jack is strait anyway... he thinks.
As Foxx gets ready to go home Roger runs up to him with obvious distress on his face. Foxx's eyebrows rise and he says, "What is it?"
"Foxx I need you and Jack to stay a little longer." The older man pleads.
"Why? What's wrong?" Foxx has no intention of staying if it ain't no good reason for it.
"Me and the boys have to go to the hospital to see my wife." Damn that's a good reason.
"What happened?" Foxx voice cracks with genuine worry.
"Some ASSHOLE was driving drunk. I gotta go can you stay and close up at six? I'd appreciate it if you..."
"Man go see your wife. I'll watch the place." The close at six thing was just Roger being nice. Today the gym is supposed to stay open until midnight but since there's an emergency Roger is closing early so he won't have to make Foxx and Jack stay all day at the gym.
Roger and the boys rush out the front and Foxx is left alone in an almost empty gym with Jack. A few people are working out in the gym while the group class had followed the leader of their canceled class out the door. Jack goes into the back room to get more tape for the register just-in-case somebody did show up. Foxx takes this opportunity to check up on his boy.
"Hello?" Warren says, Foxx can hear the sound of the shower running in the background.
"Hey..."
"Ain't you supposed to be off? Why you calling? You missed me didn't you? Couldn`t wait till you got home to see me..." Warren's getting cocky.
"Aye baby slow down, I gotta stay at work till six." That changes his tone quick.
"You been there since six AM! It's two a fucking clock! Nigga why you staying at work?" He sounds mad which is nigga-speak for hurt.
"Aye, calm down nigga. You best pump yo brakes and chill that shit out."
"But you said..."
Foxx cuts him off, "I know what I fucking said" He calms himself down, "I'm sorry baby but Roger's wife was in a car wreck and they all going to the hospital to see her."
"Oh... sorry, I hope she alright."
"Shit me and you both, Ann is pretty coo."
Warren chuckles.
"I don't see what's funny..." Foxx says while wondering why the fuck was Warren laughing.
"We sound like a married couple." He says with obvious affection. This sets an alarm off in Foxx's head. He hadn't been thinking about how fast it got serious with Warren. Then again they already lived together so it's understandable but... it's weird.
Foxx gulps, "About that..."
"About what?"
"We a couple?"
"..."
"Warren you know this shit is new to me, don't get mad when I ask you fucking question!"
"I thought we were... but I guess that`s up to you."
"What kind of couple you want us to be?"
"What the fuck does that mean?" Warren shouts into the phone.
"It means am I supposed to just fuck you nigga or am I free to screw some club-ass too!"
"Nigga you want some pussy?" Warren says with venom and disgust in his voice.
"Man you being hella wack right the fuck now." Foxx says with a sneer on his face and in his voice.
"Foxx... what do you think of me?" Now he sounds hurt.
"I think you fucking with me. Am I supposed to start being yo fucking husband now? Are you that into this shit? Cause if you are I gotta say something before someone gets they fucking feelings hurt."
"..."
"Warren."
"..."
"Nigga answer me!" Warren heaves a sigh and sniffles. Foxx starts feeling like shit.
"Foxx... I... I know you new to this. I'm being selfish as hell too. It's just, you know. And we niggas first and fuck buddies second. I know that." He sniffles again.
"Please don't cry. I know you ain`t no crying nigga. Please don't. You know I can't stand that shit. Baby please."
Warren sniffs loudly and says, "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today."
"I'm stuck... I can't leave."
"Naw it's coo, I'm gone go on out without you if that's coo."
"Fine with me... forget bout what I said."
"Naw man you right. I'm being a fucking bitch right now. Sorry but you feel free to fuck whoever, just remember who sleeps in yo bed every night."
Foxx smiles, "Yeah... my number one."
"Aight baby I think I'm gone go fine some dick if that's coo witchu." That's when Foxx realizes how much better it would be to be fucking the guys instead of the girls.
"Don't get too comfortable wit whatever nigga you find, that ass is mine tonight."
"Yes sir..."
"Alright..."
"Aight then."
"Bye."
"Bye." the phone clicks and Foxx places it on the receiver. He turns around to see Jack giving him a look he doesn't like.
"Is something wrong?" He says, letting aggression deepen his voice.
"Oh no I.. I was... um." Jack casts around for a lie but Foxx decides to spare him.
"Oh you heard us talkin?"
Jack nods.
"And?"
"Nothing." Jack answers too quickly. Foxx watches as his face shifts from it's normal almost pale complexion to a deep red as he waits for Foxx to get off the stool so he can take his seat. Foxx gets up and watches Jack sit down before turning around with a thoughtful expression. Then he goes back into the gym to make sure the few people in there don't kill themselves. After a few hours the gym empties and Foxx comes to the front. Jack just sits on the stool twirling around like a child. When he sees Foxx he stops and repositions himself on his seat.
"Sup." Foxx says and watches as an all too familiar shiver runs down Jack's spine.
"Nothing." He says as blush covers his cheeks again, "Just bored."
"Oh really?" Foxx says, taking a step towards Jack, "What time is it?"
"Three o'clock." Jack answers while looking away from Foxx's advancing body.
"Is something wrong?" Foxx asks, teasing of course.
"Nope. Why do you say that?"
"Because you won't look at me and your face is red." Foxx pretends to be confused, "You sick?"
"No I'm just a little tired." He forces himself to look into Foxx's rich dark eyes, "I..." he seems to forget what he was going to say and tears his eyes from Foxx's face, "I'm a little sore too." He makes a show of cracking his neck and spinning his arm while applying pressure with the other one, "I had to help them put away the dumbbells in the group workout room."
Foxx sees an opportunity and takes another step towards him, "So yo neck and arms hurt?"
Jack nods with a relieved look on his face. Foxx thinks [oh don`t get comfortable yet white boy... I got somethin for u.] Then he steps up behind Jack and places his strong hands on his shoulders.
"Ummm..." Jack panics.
"Relax." Foxx's deep voice thrums in his ear.
"F... Fox?" His voice his hoarse.
Foxx smiles, "What?" He whispers into Jack's ear, making him cringe.
"n... nothing."
"Everything okay?"
Jack nods.
"If you want me to stop I'll stop."
"..."
"Aight then." Foxx starts kneading the flesh under his hands. Jack barely suppresses the moan that rises out of his mouth. His body shivers and goes completely limp where Foxx touches him. With his knowledge of muscles, gained from Roger, Foxx gives one damn massage. So Foxx is working Jack's back and Jack is squirming and trying to stay quiet but failing badly.
"Aight." Foxx says as he slides back onto the counter, "... done." Jack looks like he's just been bitch-slapped for a second. Then he turns to Foxx but turns away a second later.
Foxx waits at most a minute before Jack says, "Um... you can keep going." He says before hastily adding, "If you want to..."
Foxx stands and begins working his back again, "Sorry thought I was making you feel weird." He says in that hypnotic deep voice, "You know, not a lot of `strait' boys want a guy touching them."
"I don't mind." Jack says, blushing again. Then Foxx really starts in on his back. Jack begins to moan again, this time not even trying to hide it. First his body goes limp again but then his shoulders begin to push back against Foxx's hands as if desperate for his touch.
"So how's Emily?"
"We broke up.." Jack says as if he's receiving a blowjob instead of getting a "friendly" massage.
"Why?"
"..."
"Man come on..." Foxx gives a squeeze that draws another moan from Jack's lips, "...I wanna know."
"She caught me cheating on her..." Jack says as in that same sexual voice.
"Damn... smooth operator... not." Foxx says jokingly.
"Well me and Paul weren't even..." Jack goes ridged as a marble statue.
"Paul... weird name for a girl." Foxx jokes.
"..." That's when he realizes Jack didn't get the joke.
"But Paul isn't a girl is he?"
"..."
"Jack?"
"No." He whispers before turning to look up into Foxx's eyes, "He's not."
"Hey that's coo..." Foxx says, dropping his hands and not backing away from Jack.
"Are you cool with me being..." He takes a deep breath, "...gay?" Foxx places his hand on Jack's knee and grips it, massaging it as he had Jack's back. Jack's response is a startled glance then his body cringes involuntarily. A tent forms in his pants that he doesn't notice as he stares into Foxx's face with both excitement and fear screaming at Foxx from behind his eyes.
Foxx smiles big, "Well... I'm REAL okay with gay men." He says before dropping his hands and pointing to the front door, "Let's close up." he says, noticing that little shiver that his voice causes Jack.
Not five minutes later Foxx is flicking off the lights. Jack stands behind him like a kid lost at a theme park. He wears a nervous smile because he knows he's about to enjoy himself but doesn't know what to do. As Foxx pulls down the metal sheet that covers the front store windows Jack says, "So?"
"We gone do this?" Foxx says thinking
"Yeah... of course." Jack flashes another huge smile, bearing his strait pearly teeth. Foxx takes his hand and leads him towards into the gym, "So... um, where we doing this?"
Foxx points to a few mats next to the workout balls that he had neglected to put away, "Right there." Jack smiles big again as he follows Foxx to the mats. With a big goofy grin he stands in front of Foxx and begins taking off his shirt. As he does Foxx pulls off his tank top and pulls Jack by the waistband until their bare chests touch. Jack's chest is smooth with a pencil thin line of silky hair connecting his naval to the depths of his jeans. It tickles Foxx's hair as he presses their bodies together.
Foxx presses his face into Jack's and pushes his tongue into Jack's mouth. Jack moans loudly against his lips as his arms wrap themselves around his neck. Foxx twists his face against Jack's, snaking his tongue into his mouth. Jack sucks on his tongue for a second before forcing his own tongue into Foxx's mouth. Foxx sucks on the proffered tongue before pressing his own back into Jack's mouth.
"Wow." Jack says as a trail of spit connects their parting lips. Foxx smiles and plants another kiss on Jack's jaw line and continues down his neck as his hands whip Jack's belt off, "Fuck you're good at this!" Jack says in a huff as Foxx begins sucking his neck.
Foxx drops Jack's pants and pulls his sweats down without unbuttoning them. Jack's wide eyed expression pleases him immensely, "You just gone stare?" Foxx asks.
"What do you want me to do?" Jack asks.
"What you wanna do?" Foxx asks as he sees the hungry expression in Jack's eyes. Without answering Jack drops to his knees and grips Foxx's dick firmly in his left hand. Foxx hadn't been expecting that.
"It's a lot bigger than Paul's..." Jack says but it sounds like he's talking to himself, "Thicker too... This is going to hurt like hell." Foxx realizes he's talking himself into doing this. He doesn't stop him.
Then Foxx feels Jack's wet tongue being applied to his head. Foxx cringes into Jack's mouth. Jack simply begins slobbering up and down the underbelly of Foxx's eleven inch ass rammer (That just came to me!). Foxx shivers then the tip of his dick is engulfed in Jack's mouth. Jack bobs up and down as Foxx bites his lip and forces himself to keep his hands behind his back. He can't fit less than half of Foxx in his mouth but nonetheless Foxx feels the urge to hump into his lips. Jack lifts up and stuffs one of Foxx's fuzzy nuts into his mouth. Foxx's knees go weak and his mouth snaps shut to release a loud, "Mmmmmmmmmm."
"You like?" Jack says before pressing his tongue against Foxx's under side along the hilt of his dick.
"Y-yeah... oh hells yeah." Foxx groans as pre drips from his staff. Jack laps at his slit and opens wide to bob up and down again. Then Foxx feels the contours of Jack's throat welcoming him in as Jack sucks him in deeper. Jack makes seven out of eleven inches disappear into his mouth and strokes the remaining length with his hand. Foxx groans and stuffs his fist into his mouth.
Jack lifts up and asks, "Can you lie down? It's easier if you're..." Foxx had complied with a huge smile before Jack had even finished the sentence. Dick up on the mat Foxx allows his fingers to run through Jack's hair as he receives that amazing head again. Now Jack bobs up and down allowing his weight to push him further down on Foxx's dick and Foxx grips his hair with closed eyes.
Shiver after shiver of agonizing pleasure rocks Foxx's body. Suddenly the hot mouth on his dick is slowly churning. A loud gasp rises from Foxx's mouth and his hips buck hard, then something hard hits his lip. Foxx opens his eyes to see Jack's bottom half in his face. Jack's dick has got to be almost six and a half inches. His sac is a little darker and pressed tightly to his body. Jack gargles with his balls and his hips buck uncontrollably. The Foxx gets an idea.
Foxx's hands roughly grip Jack's hips. Bypassing Jack's pink tinted dick and balls covered in brown fuzz he goes strait for the hole. Once his lips and tongue make contact Jack jerks hard and Foxx feels his voice vibrate around his dick as a loud hissing noise rushes out of his mouth. Heat swells around Foxx's dick as Jack's mouth releases another moan around it.
Just like Warren Jack grinds his ass into Foxx's mouth and after a few seconds he starts slacking on the head. Foxx wraps his left arm around Jack's slender waist and with his right hand he finally starts pulling Jack's lips up and down his shaft. Jack takes the hint and for a while they stay locked in an oral wrestling match. Foxx rolls them both over so he's on top of Jack and continues to tongue fuck and suck Jack's puckering hole. Jack bobs up and down, jerks with his hand and licks with his tongue. Foxx hears Jack begin gagging on his dick as it presses down into his mouth but Jack simply pulls Foxx in deeper. Foxx begins making the popping noise against Jack's hole and hears Jack scream in ecstasy around his dick. His reverberating voice sends shockwaves of mounting pleasure into Foxx's stick and Foxx eats his ass without reserve.
After a few seconds Foxx lifts his body up, tugging his dick from Jack's still puckered lips. Jack licks his lips and turns over, offering Foxx his ass. Foxx has to admit he kind of has a sixth sense about what people like in bed. Warren's body had screamed dominate me while Jack's body is begging to be caressed and fucked right.
Foxx takes both legs into his hands and flips Jack over before bending over him and lashing Jack's nipples with his hot tongue. Foxx's long digits rub the entrance to Jack's bowels. With a cringe and a grunt Jack grind his ass into Foxx's hand. Foxx bends Jack's legs up against his body and uses them to pull the hole up to a more accessible position. Jack hooks his arms around his knees to hold them in place as he grunts and groans from Foxx's fingers.
As he plays with Jack's hole Foxx's eyes are wide. Jack's white boy hole is just as hungry for his fingers as Warren's. They sink in effortlessly, as if prepped and primed for this kind of action and Foxx doesn't doubt Jack's been preparing for a while. Still, the way his fingers sink in and the moist feel of a new ass has Foxx shoving his fingers in as he gazes at the ass hole with unconcealed interest. Then, after a few more seconds of examination, Foxx pulls his fingers out slowly.
Spitting onto his dick, he hadn't thought to bring any lube, Foxx strokes up and down his shaft before pushing into Jack's quivering anus. He guides his dick to Jack's body. He leans forward, slowly using his weight to push in. Jack yells as Foxx's thick dick invades his tight anal canal. Jack's ass clenches around the invading sex organ, trying to force the huge dick out. Foxx simply keeps going very slowly.
Foxx slowly leans forward to kiss Jack's lips as he works his huge phallus into Jack's tiny opening inch by inch. Foxx feels Jack sucking on his tongue and rewards him by firmly gripping the hilt of his modest sized phallus. Jack moans against his lips. Three inches sink disappear into Jack's hot depths, then four, then five. After six inches of Foxx's eleven total are driven into Jack's body Jack's anal ring clamps down stopping Foxx in his tracks as Jack release a soul rending yelp.
"You okay?" Foxx asks, worried that he did too much too soon.
"Y-Yeah..." Jack grimaces as he says it.
"You want me to stop?" Foxx has always worried about the huge amount of punishment that anyone, man or woman, had to take for him to have an orgasm.
"Hell no..." Jack groans, "fuck me." Foxx tries to work his sex organ against the anal ring to get it to open up but after a few experimental thrusts he decides to stay still and allow Jack to get used to the giant dick plugging his back side.
A few seconds later Foxx feels the ring relax a little. Jack sighs in relief. Foxx withdraws and pushes back in, this time sinking a full seven inches before Jack's ass stops him. One more withdrawal and he sinks nine. Then he's in business.
Foxx begins with slow thrusts, working around inside Jack as he watches his expression. Then he hits it, that spot he affectionately calls a "man-clit". Jack groans loudly as he hits it and his ass relaxes completely. Foxx jams his dick into Jack's ass and Jack yelps as he strikes his prostate.
Foxx presses his chest against Jack's as he fucks him at half speed. Jack swings his arms around Foxx's neck and Foxx feels him squeeze his ass around the large phallus snaking its way in and out of him. Foxx plants a kiss on Jack's neck before gently biting his ear.
Foxx listens to the sounds forcing their way out of Jack's mouth as he works his dick at a good pace. The feeling of Jack's tightly clinging anal passage has his dick singing to him, pleading for him to fuck harder. Foxx forces himself to continue to work Jack open without ripping him a new ass.
Jack's tight little hole shivers around his dick again and Foxx lets out a loud, "Fuuuuuck!" That sounds more like a moan than an exclamation. The tiny jerking movements makes Foxx shiver. He has to remind himself that Jack can't take it like Warren. Jack's hole loosens tangibly as if some benevolent god just willed it to happen. Foxx smiles from ear to ear as he plants a sweet kiss on Jack's slightly parted lips.
Foxx's pelvis begins slapping into Jack's upturned hole. Jack yelps the first couple of times but after that he's putty in Foxx's arms. With his arms wrapped around Jack's slender body Foxx pulls him up and down his shaft while thrusting forward. Jack clings to him with his head back on the mat.
Foxx's eyes roll in the back of his head as the feeling of breaking in a new-boy floods his lower regions. It feels so good, so tight, so right. How can anybody not get into this? Sure it's fucking terrible at first but in the end... Foxx thinks this is worth it.
Foxx continues pounding into Jack's little butt without reserve as Jack clings to his body. Jack's legs are wrapped around his waist and loose their balance every time Foxx thrusts forward. Jack's little pink dick is sliding against Foxx's abs as their bodies rub together and jerk apart with each thrust. Then Jack cums. Jack floods their chests with a torrent of white hot liquid. Foxx's body goes crazy as the tight "sleeve" begins clenching and squeezing him harder and harder as if trying to milk him.
Foxx saws his dick in and out of the Jack in response to his orgasm. Spreading his legs he forces his weight down. Jack yelps again and again as Foxx's pelvis slaps into his ass making a clapping noise as his long curvy dick is trusted deeper into his new boy. He puts the weight of his upper body onto the back of Jack's knees to push his ass further in the air. With his own dick in his face Jack whimpers as Foxx fucks him good and hard.
Foxx begins to feel that familiar pumping sensation. He thrusts harder fucking Jack faster until he can take no more. Foxx unleashes a howl as he floods Jack's ass. Even though he's cumming he continues sawing his dick in and out of Jack's now-well-fucked ass hole.
Foxx shutters as he tugs his dick out of Jack's ass. Jack's bottom half falls to the mat and Foxx sees that they're both covered in a thin film of sweat. They both shine in the light and are breathing like they've just run a mile. Jack looks up into Foxx's eyes as if seeing him truly for the first time. Then he tries to sit up only to let his back fall back onto the mat with a painful grimace and a grunt.
"You okay!" Foxx asks, instantly worried that he'd done to much.
"Yeah." Jack breaths, "Let me stay here for a little bit."
"So we coo?" Foxx says as he looks down at Jack.
"Yeah we're real cool." Jack says as his face pulls into a wide teeth bearing smile.
"Good." Foxx says as he sits next to Jack, "So how many times have you...?" He doesn't know how to finish the question without sounding like the complete newbie that he is.
"How many times have I been fucked?" Jack finishes, "A few, Paul usually does it, but never like that. That was..." He groans softly and looks into Foxx's eyes.
"Thanks, I try to please."
"I bet you do this all the time." Jack says as he tries to sit up again and fails.
"Not all the time." Foxx chuckles.
"Yeah right... was that your boyfriend you were talking to earlier?"
"Yeah... he's a little high strung but he my nigga."
"That has got to be fun."
"Isn't Paul yo dude?" Foxx asks.
"Not really. He says he's strait and I don't argue. As long as I keep getting the dick I really don't care if he has to talk himself into it by saying it doesn't make him gay."
Foxx smiles. That's the kind of shit Warren had been talking about, "You ready?"
"Yeah I think so." Jack says before sitting up with a wince, "Man you got a gift there." he says as he points to Foxx's dick.
"Thanks man." Foxx says as he pulls on his sweats. They continue to talk as the close up. They part ways with a kiss, not one of those gushy romantic kisses, just a peck. A peck to acknowledge what they're doing and what they're going home to. A peck to acknowledge their friendship and their mutual attraction. Just a peck.