BRUTHALY LUV -6
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34 year old Milton Howard snuck up to bed, after jacking off Online with another man. Wiping himself clean at the bathroom sink, he crept into bed beside his sleeping wife. Deme had long ago went to bed after feeding and bathing the children, turning in early. Milt felt a growing need to experience more of what he had years ago with his brother in-law (Marlon), when Marlon lived with them briefly after getting released from prison for petty theft to support an old drug habit (see My Wife's Brother for details). Since then he'd been trying to forget sex with men, concentrating instead on work, his wife, and family. He awhile he managed to suppress the desire to fuck another male, until he started roaming the Internet, stumbling across porn sites showing men sucking dick and getting anal fucked. Milt started to jack off at some of the pictures and video clips, erasing his 'history' once he was finished browsing. Then he stumbled across the chat room, and found himself talking to men openly about DL sex. Milt couldn't believe the number of DL men Online looking to hookup, anonymous men who didn't want to know your real name or any of the details of your life. They just wanted to fuck or suck, willing to meet anywhere, even willing to give head in your car.
That's how Milt ended up finding 19 year old Marcus (a college student at a nearby city college). Marcus was looking to please his 'daddy' figure syndrome, hoping to land a regular who could dominate him in ways no college student could yet imagine. He wasn't expecting much from the encounter, but as soon as he met Milton (Kendall by deception), he was instantly smitten.
Milton knew he was playing with fire (having already gone through a similar episode with his brother in-law). He knew the stakes were high, which was why he choose to use a factitious name. he couldn't afford to have his wife discover the truth, that her handsome virile husband of 5 years was playing both sides of the fence, fucking men.
He crept into bed as his wife lay sound asleep, easing into his normal side of the bed, falling asleep contently after blowing his wad watching Marcus fuck himself with a dildo.
MORNING
As morning came (sunlight peering through the closed blinds), Demeece got up to get the children ready for daycare. Milt got to lay in bed for a few more minutes (enjoying the fullness of an empty bed), when he suddenly heard the telephone ring. "WHO the hell could that be this time of morning???" wondered Deme, rushing curiously for the phone. "Hello??" she said, hearing nothing but air. "Hello??" she repeated, before hearing a dial tone.
"Who was it??" asked Milt, peeking up from under his pillow.
"I don't know?" she said, looking strangely at the phone., "?they hung up when they heard my voice?!"
"What does the caller I.D. say??" asked Milt, curious himself.
Deme looked down at the phone's base?
"'Restricted!'" she read. "Its blocked." she added hanging up.
"Must not have been important?" said Milt, getting up. "Oh, did I tell you that my sister and her girlfriend Michelle's thinking of having a baby??"
"No?, you didn't mention?" said Deme, trying to get her mind off the caller. "?so they still hanging in there, eh??"
"Yeah?, they're legislating for gay marriage in NY?, hoping to be a legalized married couple by the time the baby comes?!"
"Is one of them having it naturally?or are they adopting??" asked Deme, curiously.
"They're leaning towards adopting?" said Milt, heading for the bathroom to take a leak. "?but my sister wants to have it naturally?, says she wants to experience birthing her own child?!"
"How's she gonna to do that??" questioned Deme, frowning. "She gonna go out to some bar and find herself a sperm donor for the night?? How she know she's gonna get pregnant the first try?? Hell?, we'd been trying for years before Jannetta came?!"
"She's gonna get artificially inseminated?!" explained Milt, flushing.
"Artificial?" thought Deme, aloud. "?where's the fun in that?.?!"
"Janice ain't into men?" reminded Milt, starting the water for his shower. "?she wouldn't think fucking one was 'fun'!"
"So what they gonna do?" asked Deme, standing in the bathroom doorway while Milt shed his boxer shorts. "?go to a sperm bank and browse through the pictures for a suitable father??"
"That's ONE possibility?" said Milt, hoping into the shower.
"'One possibility?'?" asked Deme, curiously.
"Yeah?" yelled Milt, over the spray of hot water. "?she asked if I would consider being a donor?!"
Deme's eyes nearly popped from their sockets?
"A WHAT???!" she asked, stepping into the room.
"I know, I know?" said Milt, already sensing what his wife was going to say. "?I haven't committed to anything, yet?!"
"'YET?'??" repeated Deme, shocked by the whole conversation. "Do you KNOW what that would do to our family's dynamics?.?!" she questioned, "That means Jannetta and Aaron would be her child's cousins/brother and sister?! That's just too weird to even comprehend?! How would we explain THAT to the kids growing up??!"
"I know?I know?" said Milt, allowing the warm water to rush over his soapy face. "?that's why I haven't committed to anything yet?, that's why I'm talking to YOU about it first?!"
"The NERVE!" said Deme, looking at herself in the bathroom mirror before snatching a large roller from her hair (her long black colored curl falling and bouncing with spring like precision as it dangled on the side of her head}. "Why didn't she ask your brother CARL to be the 'sperm donor'??" she continued, fuming the more she thought about it. "I'll tell you WHY?, because your brother's a pervert!"
Milt pulled back the shower curtain to see his wife? "You know I've put up with a lot from your family over the past 3 years?" said Deme, looking at Milt through the mirror. "?what with your brother sexually raping MY brother and turning him into some kinds sick sex slave handyman?! Then your sister announcing she's lesbian and swearing off men, only to turn around and want MY HUSBAND'S sperm to father HER baby?!" Deme turned around to see Milt eye to eye. "And IF we were to do this?, would WE have a say in how the baby's raised??! I mean?, I don't know if I could be comfortable with it being raised by TWO lesbians?!"
"Rachelle seems to be adjusting well with Marlon and Curtis raising her?" said Milt, closing the curtain to continue his shower.
"With CRYSTAL there to supervise and watch over?thank god?!" added Deme. "Could you imagine what Curtis could be doing to the little girl if Crys wasn't there to prevent it??!"
"Why would you assume Curtis would molest Rachelle??!" asked Milt, pulling back the curtain in disbelief. "He's GAY..., NOT a pedophile?!"
"He's BISEXUAL?" corrected Deme, "?hitting BOTH sides of the fence from what I've heard?! He's just nasty to the core! If I were Crystal, I wouldn't have either one of them in MY house!"
"Straight people molest children too?" said Milt, getting back to his shower. "?don't let the media fool you?!"
"I know?" said Deme, taking out the rest of her rollers. "?but I'd rather Jannetta molested by her straight MALE father than by her lesbian daddy?!" she stated, causing Milt to rip back the curtain again? "THAT way at least she's getting the right gender?! Who knows what getting molested by a lesbian would do to her??! She could end up being like your sister?!"
"Janice ain't gay because she was molested by a lesbian?!" said Milt, cutting off the water as he stepped out of the shower.
"How do you know??" asked Deme, tossing each roller into a container. "I read somewhere that most gays and lesbians became so from molestation?, or some time in prison behind bars! Now you can't 100% stand there and tell me without a doubt that Janice wasn't molested by someone?, either in the family, or in school, or even in daycare?! It couldn't been a babysitter, a doctor, a long time friend of the family?! She might not remember it?! Doesn't mean it didn't happen?!"
"Then WHY is Carl and Marlon gay??" asked Milt, drying himself off with a large white towel. "Were THEY molested as kids too, and just don't remember??"
"Maybe?" said Deme, arguing for the article.
"Well?" said Milt, bending over to dry his legs. "?unless you're gay and experience life like THEY experienced it?, I don't think you should be making crude assumptions about when or how someone becomes what they are?!" he added, tossing his towel on the floor before leaving his wife in the bathroom.
Deme picked up the towel and followed Milt into the bedroom?
"Is it so HARD to take your dirty towel and place it back on the rung where you got it from?, OR throw it in the hamper for laundry day??!??" she asked, before throwing the wet towel at her husband.
Just then the phone rang again. This time Milt picked it up?
"Hello??" he said into the receiver, deepening his voice in case it was a crank call.
"Kendall??" said a young male's voice over the phone.
Milt hesitated as Deme tried to read his face to see if it was the prank caller?? Milt held his hand over the receiver?
"It's for ME, babe'?, Darnell from work?!" he lied.
"Oh?" said Deme, picking the towel up to take to the hamper as she disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door?
"How did you get this number??!" asked Milt angrily, replacing his ear to the phone.
"I saw your REAL NAME on your UPS uniform the other day while we were cyber-sexing?!" explained Marcus. "Kendall's NOT your real name, is it Milton??" he asked knowingly, smiling over the phone.
"This is my private HOME number?" explained Milt, not in the mood for games. "?my WIFE could've answered the phone?!"
"I wouldn't have said anything?" defended Marcus. "?as a matter of fact, I hung up when I heard her voice last time?!"
"That was YOU???!" asked Milt, livid. "WHY are you calling my home phone so early in the morning??! What's so important that you couldn't wait until you saw me on line again?!???"
"I just wanted to know when will I see you again??" asked Marcus, rubbing his morning erection as he thought about Milt's big dick. "I'm available this morning if you want to get in a quick one before work!"
"Listen?" said Milt, trying to contain his anger. "?don't call this number again! I didn't tell you my real name for a reason! I don't want my wife suspecting anything!"
"No problem?" said Marcus. "?so when can I see you??" asked the teenager, completely oblivious that he could shatter a marriage.
Just then Deme came back out of the bathroom, looking for her shower moisturizer.
"Yeah?, okay Darnell?, I'll pick you up before I go in?!" said Milt, loud enough for his wife to hear. "I'll see you soon?! Okay, bye!"
"Darnell needs a ride in today??" asked Deme, grabbing her moisturizer before heading back.
"Yeah?" said Milt, trying not to act too pissed. "?I have to leave a little early cause he lives in the opposite direction?!" he explained, going to his draw for his underwear.
"Okay?" said Deme, disappearing in the bathroom. "?I'll see you tonight, then?!" she said, slamming the door for privacy.
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25 year old Crystal Waters awoke with a smile on her face. She'd met a nice man (through her girlfriend Charmane Howard) and had a wonderful date last night. 36 year old Dan Edwards was a complete gentleman, getting her home in time for her daughter's bedtime as promised. And what happened afterwards was simply one of the best nights she'd had sexually in years (if not ever!}. After her date left, she obsessed if she had been too easy? Giving it up the cookies too fast on the first date? Would Dan call her again? Or did he simply see her as a one night stand? Or WORSE, would she only be good for bootycall hookups?
She looked over at the clock, then decided it was time to get her 8 year old daughter up for school. She slipped on her housecoat, then made her way down the hall to her daughter's room and woke her up. "Come on you sleepy head?, it's time for school?! Time to get dressed!" she said, turning on the overhead light and forcing her awake.
"Ok mommy?, I'm up?" pouted Rachelle, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Go pee and brush your teeth?, I'll be back up to pick out your outfit?!" said Crystal, setting her daughter on her feet.
As Rachelle made her way into the bathroom, Crystal decided to go downstairs and put on a pot of coffee before the boys woke up. She walked into the kitchen and started prepping the coffee pot, filling the filter and adding water, waiting for it to begin percolating.
"Morning?" said Marlon, coming up from the basement in only his loose hanging pajama bottoms and slippers. "?I was JUST coming up here to do that?" he added, grabbing two coffee cups from the overhead cabinet.
"Curtis up yet??" asked Crystal, grabbing the sugar bowl and two teaspoons.
"He's already gone into work?" said Marlon, sounding sleepy as he rested his head in his hand (his elbow on the table).
"This early??" asked Crystal. "He working on a promotion or something??"
"Sorta?" said Marlon, holding back a yawn. "?he was offered a position in Atlanta yesterday?"
"Really??" questioned Crystal. "That's great?, right??" she asked, taking note of Marlon's lack of enthusiasm.
"For HIM yeah?" said Marlon. Crystal suddenly realized Marlon was masking sleepiness, he was masking depression. "?but what am I gonna do in Atlanta?? I can barely get a job here in Philly! And what about Rachelle?? I don't wanna have to leave my daughter?! Rach' ain't Curtis' kid?, so he's amped about leaving and starting over anew?! I'll just be unemployed in another city! One away from my daughter and her mother!"
"Did you tell Curtis how you felt??" asked Crystal, concerned. "I'm sure he'd rethink the offer if you told him how you felt."
"I don't know if I should?" said Marlon, thoughtfully. "?I'd HATE to ask him to stay and then it doesn't work out?! Then he'll always blame ME for passing up his opportunity!"
"Curt's not like that?, IS he?" asked Crystal.
Marlon hunched his shoulders?
"First time for everything?" he said. "OH! So HOW was your date last night??" he asked, suddenly changing gears.
"Wonderful!" said Crystal, smiling from ear to ear. "It was SO refreshing to meet a man who wanted an old fashion courtship! He got me home in time to tuck Rachelle in, as promised?! He walked me up to the front door like a gentlemen?, AND he kissed me goodnight without trying to get his tongue down my throat?!"
"Everything opposite of what I did on OUR first date?!" chuckled Marlon.
"Well?, we were KIDS back then Marlon?, what the hell did we know about dating and romance??" stated Crys.
"Yeah?" agreed Marlon. "?but we sure cornered the market on making a baby early on?!"
"I don't regret having Rachelle?!" said Crystal, honestly.
"Oh no?, neither do I?!" stated Marlon, in total agreement. "In fact, during my time in jail?, she was just about the ONLY thing that kept me going?, --knowing that SHE was out here waiting for me, NEEDING me to come home?! I needed to come home and help provide for her?, for all the good I've been with no regular job?!"
Crystal smiled shyly as she dropped her head thoughtfully into her empty cup.
"Something'll come through for you?" she said, hopeful.
Marlon suddenly had a thought?
"You?, don't regret having her with ME, do you Crys??" he asked, unexpectedly. "I mean?, seeing how I became a convict and?, --then became gay?!"
"No?" said Crystal, half heartedly. "?I mean?, I wouldn't have picked a gay man to be her father if I'd had a choice?, but Rachelle couldn't have had a better father to love her more than you!"
She reached out and touched Marlon gently on the back of his hand. "You're a GOOD father, Marlon?, never doubt that because of your sexual choices?!"
"Thanks?" smiled Marlon, needing to hear that ever so often. "It's just?, a lot of people treat me differently now that I'm out?, --my family?, my parents, my sister?! It's almost like I don't exist anymore?!"
"Deme's come a long way?!" reasoned Crystal, having seen the brother and sister interact?
"It's not like it used to be?, you know??" said Marlon, feeling a difference. "She acknowledges she's my sister?, but she's not IN my corner anymore?! It's different!"
"Some people need time to adjust to changes?" reasoned Crystal.
"And some people never adjust!" stated Marlon.
"Then to HELL with them then!" said Crystal, daringly. "We don't need to cater to negative people in our lives?! So long as Marlon's happy, to HELL with everyone else!"
She stared at his expression for a moment?, "You ARE happy, aren't you??" she asked.
"Yeah..." answered Marlon, smiling faintly "?living with you, Rachelle, and Curtis for the last 3 years've been the closest thing I've ever felt to having a real family!" he said whole heartedly.
"Awe?" sounded Crystal, believing his sincerity. "?for ME too." she agreed.
"And now it looks like we have to make room for a NEW member?!" smiled Marlon. "So you really like this Dan Edwards, eh??"
"Yes?" smiled Crystal again, blushing as he averted her eyes.
Marlon took a double take, staring into her blushing face?
"You SLEPT with him, didn't you??!" he asked, knowingly.
Crystal started laughing, guiltily. "SLUT!" joked Marlon, jabbing at her with his spoon. "You gave up the va-jay-jay on the first date??! I'm proud of you! How was he???"
"Wouldn't YOU like to know?!" laughed Crystal. "He was wonderful! Much better than Marcus was?! And I get the sense he won't fall straight to sleep 2 minutes after he cums!"
"Marcus did that??" asked Marlon. "And you thought he was still a catch?!"
"I know?" said Crystal, "?I could KICK myself?! I'm so glad all of you made me open my eyes to him?! I would've been so unhappy with him!"
"And mr Edwards puts a smile on your face?!" said Marlon. "Has he called you yet??"
"No!" answered Crystal. "Do you think I messed up by giving in too soon??" she asked. "Don't guys like the chase? If you give in too soon they lose interest??"
"No every man?" said Marlon. "Why don't you call him??"
"Noooo?" said Crystal. "?I gave up the goodies?! If he wants more HE'D have to do the courting!"
"Mommy?" called 8 year old Rachelle, coming into the kitchen wearing a psychedelic outfit she put together herself upstairs. "?I'm ready for school?!" she said, having dressed herself.
Crystal and Marlon looked at her (wearing her lime green rain boots, her white & pink polka-dot tights, her red & white softball uniform shirt, and her black fur Sunday school dress coat, --all her favorite pieces), and started laughing?
"NO WAY am I letting you go to school like that?!" laughed Crystal, getting up from the table. "Come on?" she said, holding out her hand as she walked her daughter back upstairs. "?I'll pick you out something nice and pretty for daddy?!"
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2300 NORTH FERN STREET (North Philly)
Milt parked his car in the first available parking spot he found, then texted Marcus that he was there. Marcus gave Milt his dorm number and pass code, allowing him entry. Milt entered the building, jotting up the steps like a man on a mission. Reaching Marcus' dorm room, he thought to knock but didn't want to bring any unnecessary attention to himself. Checking the doorknob, he found it unlocked and walked in.
"Milt?" called Marcus, sitting at his computer. "?or do you prefer Kendall??"
"I ain't come here for no pussy?" said Milt straight off. "?I only came here to tell you to STOP calling my house! I never gave you permission to call me at home! My private life ain't NONE of your concern?!"
"Okay?" said Marcus, feeling thoroughly told off. "?you sure you don't want any HEAD while you're here??" he asked, looking down at Milt's crotch. "I mean?, you're already here and all?"
Milt hesitated?, too angry to think of sex. Yet?who can turn down a good blow job?.?
Sensing Milt's dilemma, Marcus walked over and began undoing his pants.
"I meant what I said?!" said Milt, sternly.
"Okay, I heard you?" said Marcus, falling to his knees as he pulled down Milt's uniform pants and underwear to find his limp dick just starting to react and fatten. Marcus lifted it to his mouth and took it in, sucking it. Milt's dick quickly fattened in his mouth, stretching his lips as it lengthened down into his throat.
Suddenly Milt's anger was gone. Gone was the frustration and rage, as Marcus wrapped his teenaged lips around his stiffening pole and began sucking. Milt looked down and watched as his masterpiece disappeared between Marcus' sucking lips. He closed his eyes comfortably, knowing he was in good hands as Marcus took his dick to the root, swallowing it whole.
Marcus swallowed Milt's thick dick down to the root, then started to breath in his pube scent, smashing his nose in the older man's pubic hair. Moaning sluttishly, Marcus pulled back, retracting his mouth as his lips drew back up the hard shaft. Looking up, he saw the man enjoying his mouth as he started to descend back down on it. But Marcus had more in stored for Milt than just plain head. After a few minutes of sucking, he pulled off completely, climbing to his feet as he turned away and headed for his single sized bed.
"Why'd you stop??" asked Milt, his hard dick still sticking straight out from his crotch.
"I thought you might want some more ass?" said the teen, dropping his PJ's as he climbed aboard the bed, jetting his ass out invitingly.
"I don't?have?time for?this?" said Milt, staring at the ass as he came mesmerized.
Walking forward, he reached out and palmed Marcus' ass cheeks, feeling the young firm cheeks between his fingertips. His dick jumped at the thought of fucking them as he pulled the cheeks apart to stare at the handsome hole hiding in-between, already greased for fucking.
Without further ado, Milt stepped up into position and pressed his dickhead into the ass crack. Marcus looked back over his shoulder, watching heatedly as the older man in complete uniform started to push his dick into his ass.
"uhhh?" groaned Marcus as the man sixed penis pushed through him, breaking the anal seal and sliding deeply into the sucking rectum. "?fuck man?, your dick feels SO fuckin' good going in me!"
"Yeah." said Milt, holding Marcus' hips as he sank all the way in, grinding his pelvis home, not paying the boy much mind.
Marcus felt Milt churning his dick around in his ass before he started pulling back and pushing forth, pulling out and sinking in his long hard dick. Marcus could feel his asshole dragging back and forth with Milt's dick, getting thoroughly fucked. He gripped onto the bed sheets as he pushed his ass back, offering more ass for the fucking.
Milt held onto Marcus' hips and he watched his dick sink in and out of the stretched asshole. He had to admit that the college boy's ass-pussy was hot, but he couldn't have him calling him at home, disturbing his family. He HAD to put the kid in check, to lay down the law and show him whose boss. He knew Marcus understood. Who wouldn't understand that a married man CAN'T have strangers call his house all hours of the morning begging for dick? His wife was have a fit. And rightfully so. His home is supposed to be his safe haven. His refuge from that OTHER world that no one knew about.
Milt looked at his watched, then started to pick up the pace of his stroke, knowing that time was of the essence. Indeed he liked butt fucking Marcus' ass, but he HAD to get to work to provide for his family. Ass didn't pay the bills or put food on his table.
He darted his dick in and out, fucking ever deeper with every thrust. He could hear Marcus groaning, panting breathlessly as he threw back his ass and jacked himself off at the same time. Milt didn't even have to ask the kid if he came, he could feel Marcus' ass-cunt tighten and spasm around his thrusting dick.
Milt doubled his efforts, fucking harder and faster as he drove his dick in and out of the hole. Marcus groaned louder now that his orgasm had tightened his shitter, making the thrusts hurt marvelously more. He looked back over his shoulder (when he felt the thrusts becoming more labored), to watch Milt shove in a few more times before holding still. Marcus felt the big dick lodge deep, then felt it pulse and start pumping thick fresh gobs of thick white cream into his ass.
"Oh YEAH man?, give it to me! Cum my asshole!" he moaned erotically.
Milt held his dick in deep, feeling his dick and balls pulse and contract as he filled the teenage college boy's anus with cum. Tossing back his head, he groaned aloud, feeling satisfaction and bliss wash through him as tension and anger passed through his pulsating dick.
Yanking out, he pulled up his pants and underwear, then headed for the door?
"I'm serious?" he said, fastening his pants. "?I'll hit YOU up on the computer whenever I'm available! Don't call my house again!"
"Alright?" said Marcus, smiling as he watched Milt leave the dorm?
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Dan Edwards was heading into his new place of business, when he unexpectedly got a call on his cell phone. Not recognizing the number, he picked up cautiously, hoping it wasn't a telemarketer?
"Hello?? Dan Edwards here?" he said, curious.
"Hi Dan?, this is Marlon, Crystal's roommate?, we met last night when you took her out on a date?!"
"Oh yes?, I remember?" said Dan, walking into work with his briefcase in one hand and his cell phone to his ear in another? "?what can I do for you?? Is Crystal alright??"
"She's fine?" said Marlon, "?in fact, she'd be MAD at me if she knew I was calling you?! But she had a real good time with you last night, and is worried that you haven't called her yet to ask her out again. I just wanted to tell you if you really liked her, you should think about calling her as soon as possible, before she starts thinking you didn't have a nice time?, and if you DON'T intend on calling her?, then don't string her on! Cut her lose before she gets too attached to you! Crystal ain't the type to give it up to a guy on the first date?!"
"She told you about that??" asked Dan, waiting on the elevator with about 20 other anxious office workers (holding coffee and danishes while reading the morning paper).
"She didn't have to?" said Marlon. "?I guessed! I could tell she did something just by how happy she looked!" he explained. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell her I called you?!"
"How did you get my number??" asked Marcus curiously, stepping onto the elevator.
"I stole her phone while she's in the shower?" said Marlon, hanging up.
Dan smiled, putting his cell phone in his pocket. Crystal really wasn't his type, and he really had no intentions on calling her back despite the mediocre night he had. But Marlon?, Marlon was definitely someone he could get into, someone he could get to know better. Perhaps calling Crystal deserved reconsidering??
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