BRUTHALY LUV -41
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PHILLY
"You alright...?" asked Milt, letting Marlon down off the wall after fucking him (last chap).
"Yeah..., I feel great..." said Marlon. "...how bout you...?"
"I'm...a little confuse, but I FEEL good...!" admitted Milton, leaning against the sink
"What're you confused about...?" asked Marlon.
Milton looked around...
"About WHAT we're doing...!" he said, "What WAS this...? Are we going BACKWARDS...?"
"I hope not..." said Marlon, still leaning against the wall. "...I hope we could look at this as moving forward...?"
Milt sat silent...
"Are you going to keep fucking Dan...?" he asked, curiously.
"No." answered Marlon, firmly. "He's Crystal's man, not mine!"
"You SURE...?" asked Milt, standing upright as he slowly approached. "If we're gonna get involved again..., I don't want no surprises...! I don't want homboi thinking he has the right to walk in and demand some ass of you whenever he wants..., and I DON'T want you feeling obliged to give it to him...!"
"Okay..." said Marlon, feeling stronger with Milt by his side. "...I won't!"
"You'd better not..." said Milt, kissing Marlon on the lips again.
"And what about YOU...?" asked Marlon, pulling off of Milt's tongue. "I don't wanna hear about YOU going back home to Demeece if she uses the kids to trap you again...! We wouldn't be IN this mess had you not gone the last time!" reminded Marlon.
"Trust me, I KNOW!" said Milt, unable to think of anything else. "But it won't happen again...!"
Marlon smiled as he took Milton's hand. The two men interlocked fingers, signifying their solidarity. Then they looked each other back in the eye for sincerity. "Let's get back downstairs, before poor Rachelle wonder if we escaped out the sky window...!"
Milt and Marlon got dressed, then cleaned up the messes they made (removing the broken hamper, discarding the dirty clothes into the basement for laundry day, and cleaning up the splattered semen under the sink). Coming downstairs, then ran into Rachelle and Janice, and one of Rachelle's best friends from up the street. "Heeeyyyy..., who's THIS...?" asked Milt, seeing a strange new girl standing in the living room.
"That's Connie..." laughed Rachelle, "...she's my friend...!"
"Hello...!"
"I offered to let Rachelle bring a friend with her since Jannetta and Aaron can't make it...!" explained Janice.
"Good idea..." said Milt, knowing Connie could keep Rachelle occupied. No one could talk like little girls. "...let's get rolling then...!"
"YAYYYY...!" screamed the girls, running for the front door.
Janice lingered behind, staring at Milt and Marlon with amused suspicion...
"You two cool now...?" she asked, as both men put on their `stupid face', pretending like they didn't know what she was talking about. "We got everything out of our systems...? We get those PIPES cleared...?"
"Yes..." admitted Milt. "...please...NO MORE paraphrases...!" he begged.
The gang all piled into the car, then went on their way, checking out the movie Puss In Boots starring Antonio Bandaraes. They got the girls Goobers, Twizzlers, popcorn, and sodas, then after the movie they took them to a pizzeria where they got whatever toppings they wanted. Then, with Connie's parents' consent, Connie spent the night over Rachelle's house, sitting up late to watch television, play board games, and play in Crystal's makeup.
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SEA ISLE CITY
After their mid afternoon tryst, Dan and Crystal showered and changed, then went out to an early dinner at one of the seaside restaurants, eating a seafood feast and watching the sun set while listening to the ocean waves and seagulls. After dinner, they checked out the night life, going to one of the Isle's two major nightclubs for drinks and dancing.
Crystal got to see Dan let his hair down on the dance floor, before retiring outside on the balcony to cool off and look out into the dark black sea line and wonder what was out there?
Despite all of Dan's impressive patience and cooperation, Crystal couldn't help but feel like he was missing in action mentally, as if his mind was elsewhere. When questioned Dan said he was fine, further probing made him admit that his mind wasn't really on the amazing weekend, that he still had pressing business back in Philly that wasn't yet resolved. When asked if he'd rather cut the weekend short and go back earlier than planned, Dan was all for it, saying that it would solve his problem. Then Dan offered to let Crystal stay behind the last night, convincing her that she could pamper herself with a spa treatment and massage before coming home on the Amtrak. Crystal was reluctant, but gave in after Dan insisted, saying her felt like he was ruining her weekend.
That night in their motel room, Crystal decided to call home to see how Rachelle was doing? And was surprised to learn that she was having a sleep over without her. "Don't worry mommy..." she said, "...daddy, aunt Jan, and uncle Milt have everything under control! We went to the movies and had popcorn and candy, then went for pizza afterwards, then we all played video games and painted out fingers and toes...!"
"Dad daddy and uncle Milt paint THEIR fingers and toes too...?" asked Crystal, sounding as excited as her daughter.
"Yes!" answered Rachelle. "Uncle Milton has the ugliest toes...!" exclaimed Rachelle, laughing with her girlfriend in the background. "Aunt Jan said they look like tools!"
"Oh man...!" surprised Crystal, having never noticed Milt's toes before. "Sounds like yall are having a lot of FUN!"
"We are! But I miss you mommy!" said Rachelle. "Tomorrow we're going out for ice cream, and uncle Milt said he might take us to the Zoo!"
"Awe...I wish I could go..." said Crystal, wishing SHE could go.
At the same time Crystal was on her cell phone talking to Rachelle, Dan disappeared outside (looking for ice) to call Marlon, to make SURE he wasn't giving any of his `cookies' away to Milton.
"It's DAN...!" informed Marlon, reading the caller ID on his phone.
Milt took the phone from Marlon then said... "Hello...? I can't come to the phone right now, because Milt is reaming me a new asshole. Call back later!" >CLICK< Dan immediately recognized Milt's deeper voice, and was NOT amused by the pretend message (at all). Resisting the urge to throw his expensive cell phone into the parking lot, he simply closed his phone and looked for the ice machine.
Crystal was just hanging up from her phone call when he returned, the memory of Milt's practical joke still burnt into his mind.
"Rachelle's good..." said Crystal, hanging up upon Dan's return. "...she's having a little sleep over with her girlfriend from down the street...!" (as if Dan gave a fuck).
"So Milt and Marlon's watching over them...?" asked Dan, pretending not to really care as he prepared to open a bottle of wine the bought from a vender earlier in the day.
"Yeah..." answered Crystal, causing Dan to feel a little better about his phone call, after all, how much fucking could Milt and Marlon do if they're watching over two robust girls all night? "...but Milt's sister Janice is staying the night over with the girls..." added Crys, causing concern with Dan again. "...she'll be staying in the room with the girls while Milt and Marlon do some manly stuff together...! I guess they'll got hang out with Milt's friends at that sports bar Milt likes so much..."
Dan saw FIRE ENGINE RED when he heard Milt and Marlon would have the entire night off together with no one there supervise them or to cock block. The idea of Milton Howard coming in in the 11th hour and stealing Marlon from up under him, angered Dan more than a little, but after he'd trained Marlon to take big dick just right (not again).
Poor Crystal had no idea what type of night she was in for when Dan poured her wine, then nearly snatched it back out of her hand before she could get two good sips. She could see the (what SHE believed was) lust in his eyes when he grabbed her tiny ankles and pulled her down to the edge of the bed and began to remove her clothes, starting with her stockings and undergarments.
Crystal giggled, a little tipsy from the drinks at the bar and restaurant. Once Dan had her naked from the waist down, he pushed her legs up and open, then dove his face between her creamy thighs and began lapping at her womanly spot. Crystal groaned, feeling her most sacred place exposed and licked. Lying on her back she had a good view of the ceiling. Dan parted her labia majora to reveal the vulva, then attacked the exposed lips with his mouth and tongue, licking, sucking, and pulling the tasty flaps of skin before viciously sucking the clitoris.
Crystal groaned, gasped, and choked back screams of delight as Dan ate her to climax. Once he had her vagina juices flowing steadily, Dan stood up and pulled Crystal into sitting position and presented his fat dick for sucking. Crystal was a novice compared to guys like Marlon, and could only properly wet the tip of Dan's mushroom head.
Frustrated with Crystal's lack of oral skills, Dan pushed her back against the bed and climbed on top of her, pressing his big dick between her legs. Crystal looked down to see the huge sanke disappearing in her garden, burrowing into the hole like a fat gopher. Dan seemed a little impatient as he forced his dick 3 quarters of the way in before grinding the last few inches.
Crystal grunted in pain when the entire dick disappeared inside her, rearranging her vitals.
"How's it feel baby...? You can TAKE me, right? It feels good, right?" asked Dan, lying on top of her before stroking in and out. Crystal could feel the dick rippling through her, feeling like she was giving birth.
Crystal tried to grin and bear it, knowing eventually her vagina would stretch to accommodate his length and girth. But in the meantime she was having a hell of a time housing his prize meat, feeling like a balloon just about to burst.
Unfortunately Dan wasn't paying her discomfort much mind, as HIS mind was elsewhere in Philly, in Marlon's bedroom to be more precise, wondering if Milt were indeed doing what he boastful message entailed? The idea of Milt digging out Marlon's boot had Dan fuming, pulling his lengthy python from Crystal poor cave only to ram it all the way back in as punishment for Marlon's misdeeds. Crystal screamed out loud, feeling a searing pain shoot through her like a hot dagger. But instead of inciting Dan's sympathy, it infused his wrath, making him fuck harder. Crystal squirmed and moaned underneath him, trying to escape his thrusting pelvis as Dan hammered his way through her tiny petite body like a sledgehammer.
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PHILLY
While the girls were upstairs in Rachelle's bedroom (getting their hair combed and curled, having facials, and watching Beyonce videos), Milton and Marlon retired downstairs in Marlon's mancave, away from all the girly giggling and hairstray.
"This's actually a NICE setup you and Curt had down here...!" admitted Milt, sitting in Marlon's comfy chair while Marlon sat on the bed, the TV playing silently in the background while old skool music played on the CD Player. "I should've had a mancave set up in MY basement!"
"Like Deme and the kids would let you escape downstairs in the basement without interrupting every 5 minutes...!" laughed Marlon.
"Try every 2...!" joked Milt, enjoying hotwings and beer they microwaved upstairs.
"So THIS oughta be like a VACATION to you then...!" joked Marlon.
"Yeah..." said Milt, turning sadder all of a sudden. "...but I really DO miss my kids..."
"Oh, I bet..." said Marlon. "...you'd HAVE to miss them, or you wouldn't be human...! They're your kids! You're used to seeing them every day...!"
"I am..." said Milt. "...they would work my nerves sometimes...! Aaron would cry and whine all the time, driving me up the wall, especially when I'm trying to sleep before a double shift...! And Jannetta would always sneak into the bedroom when Demeece wasn't watching, climb up in bed with me, shake me awake, pull at my eyelids, then as if I was woke yet...?" laughed Milt. "Sometimes I'd be so mad that I could sling her across the room..., but I'll just tell her to give me `5 more minutes' and she'd go back downstairs, forgetting all about me...!"
"Kids...!" laughed Marlon, setting his bowls of sucked bones aside (to be taken upstairs later). "Do you think you could go from seeing them every day, to just visiting on weekends...?" he asked, curiously.
"Well..." thought Milt. "...I still have to find a place to live and furnish it before I could have a place for them to stay over..." he reasoned, "...so weekends FOR NOW sounds cool...! It's just later, once I'm more established..., I'm gonna wanna see them more often! Maybe take trips with them!"
"What if they get older and decide they want to live with YOU instead of Deme..." asked Marlon, thinking of other scenarios. "...would you encourage it or discourage it...?"
"It depends..." thought Milt. "...if it's my son Aaron, definitely!" he said without much thought. "I think a boy SHOULD be raised by his dad...! If it's Jannetta..., it depends on how Deme feels about it and WHY she wants to move with ME...! If Deme's got a new husband ot boyfriend living with them that Jannetta don't like for whatever reason, and moving would make it easier on her, then yeah! But if she just wanna live with ME because she don't wanna listen to the things her mom's teaching her, then no...! I don't know shit about raising no girls! What if her PERIOD comes on...? I don't even like seeing Deme's unused tampons in the bathroom!"
"It's not that difficult in the early years..." confessed Marlon. "...you just have to remember that she's probably NOT as strong as a boy her age, so you have to handle her a lil' more delicately! Be a lil' more patient when she's looking at girly things and you'd just rather be somewhere else entirely! It's the LATER YEARS I'm dreading..." added Marlon. "...when she starts noticing boys and wanting sex...! Every time a boy rings the doorbell, you KNOW what he wants to do to her!"
"Same thing if you raise a GAY son...!" reasoned Milt. "Which is worse..., knowing the boys want to fuck your daughter, or your SON...?" he asked. "I'd think I'd chasing every boy who rang my doorbell if my son was gay! You ain't gonna dick MY BOY over and send him back dripping...!"
"At least THAT'S all the boy will be doing..." reasoned Marlon. "...the GIRL could end up pregnant, and not knowing WHO the father is...!"
Milt shook his head...
"Looks like we gonna have to move the kids out West into some FARM LAND!"
"Milking cows and sheep...?" questioned Marlon.
"There's OTHER things to grow on a farm other than live stock!" informed Milt.
"Like choking chickens...?" asked Marlon.
"Is SEX always on you mind...?" asked Milt, noticing the references.
"No..." answered Marlon. "...sometimes I'm asleep!"
"You planning on getting any sleep tonight...?" asked Milt.
"I HOPE not!" smiled Marlon.
"You think it's safe down here...?" asked Milt, "With TWO little impressionable girls sleeping right upstairs?"
"That's the good thing about living in the basement..." explained Marlon. "...we can hear every footstep upstairs once they hit that bottom step...! AND besides..., my door locks...!"
"We'd better LOCK IT now..." advised Milt. "...we don't wanna forget later and have them WALK IN on something..., like when Rachelle walked in on ME in the bathroom with my dick in my hand!"
"Yeah..., thank you for getting the ball rolling on our daughter asking questions about the birds and bees EARLY...!" said Marlon, getting up to lock the door. "Trying to figure out SEX after seeing YOUR big dick fully aroused...!"
"Oh SHIT, I'm SORRY...!" said Milt, sincerely. "I feel SO bad now...!"
"Then let ME make you feel better...!" said Marlon, taking the plate from Milt's lap and placing it aside before falling to his knees between Milt's legs.
"You KNOW we're gonna have to have a serious talk about the future, right...?" asked Milt, as Marlon began to open his pants. "I wanna talk about you finally finding a job..., a REAL job with benefits for you AND your daughter...! I wanna talk about you becoming independent, making your OWN money so you can treat your daughter to a day with her friends without having to ask for anyone's help...! She's gonna wanna go to the PROM soon..., to graduate and go to college..., she's gonna wanna get married, get her first car, go to her first formal school dance, etcetera...! You're gonna need MONEY to help her finance ALL that shit...!"
"I know..." said Marlon, "...Rachelle deserves the best..."
"She deserves a father who can afford to love her financially as much as he loves her emotionally!" said Milt, causing Marlon to perk up. "I KNOW you love your daughter..., but part of that love is in seeing her enjoy her childhood, and KNOWING you did everything you could to make that happen, that YOU caused those best times in her life!"
"I hear you, Milt..." said Marlon, feeling the encouragement... "...but its hard..."
"I know it's hard..." agreed Milt. "...it's not easy getting up every morning and heading into a job when you'd rather be sleeping in..., but those are the times when you appreciate your days off and weekends more...! When you can do what YOU want to do instead of what you HAVE to do!"
Milt looked Marlon in the eyes seriously for a moment. "You CAN do it, Marlon..., you just need to stop being a victim and take some control of your life...! You ain't gonna be THIS young and cute forever!" he joked, causing Marlon to chuckle. "You wanna rely on MORE than your assets to pay the bills...! Especially the BIG ones!"
"Will you help me...?" asked Marlon, unsure if Milt wanted to be there for the long haul.
"Every step of the way!" smiled Milt.
Marlon beamed, knowing Milt was in his corner. He finished undoing his pants, freeing Milt's soft dark penis, then bent forward and took it in his mouth. Milt settled back in the big comfortable chair sitting in the corner of the room, feeling Marlon's engulf his pud and suckle it until it started to fatten and thicken, growing harder and longer with every heartbeat.
Marlon loved the way Milt encouraged him to want to be a better man for himself and his daughter, not breaking him down with self doubt and insecurities. Milt believed he had it IN him to do better, leaving Marlon with the belief that maybe (just MAYBE) he wasn't born to be a fuckup and a screw up?
The revelation made Marlon want to pleasure Milt all the more, making him take his dick deeper into his throat while his tongue licked and lavished the smooth slick underbelly. Milt groaned every time Marlon deep throated him, taking care to take his time and make it feel good. Milt realized if Dan was getting THIS kind of service from Marlon on the side, that he wasn't going to be willing to give it up without a fight. But Milt was fairly certain he could take Dan down in a physical altercation. Dan would really have to be out of his mind to approach him in a threatening manner. Milt didn't think Dan was stupid that way. BUT he could try to hurt Marlon by revealing their ongoing affair to Crystal. Milt worried that things could turn ugly for Marlon and his baby's mother if Dan had her wrapped around his finger.
Marlon's mind however were on other things, as he dragged his lips up and down his new/old lover's hard manhood, painting the entire shaft wet with his hot mouth. There was something soothing and surreal about giving head to someone you really liked, amplifying the pleasure of giving by a hundred. Marlon knew Milt liked getting blow jobs, sitting back like the king of his castle and getting serviced by his faithful servant. When he lived with Milt for that first year, he couldn't WAIT for him to come home from a hard day at work so he could make him feel good and appreciated. He always thought his sister took advantage of her husband, paying little attention to the things that made Milt happy and too much on her own selfishness. Since she already had the ring, she didn't think she needed to put forth the work anymore.
Marlon knew HE wouldn't make the same mistake, that Milt would be one of his top his priorities. He bobbed his head up and down in the older man's lap, bouncing his mouth along the shaft for long periods of time (5 minutes or so) before deep throating, making sure every time he took Milt's dick into his throat that it felt special like the first time. By now Milt's mind was clear of any thoughts he had earlier, focused instead on the awesome feeling happening to his dick. With his eyes closed he felt totally relaxed, the soothing massage his dick was receiving seemed to spread out over his entire body. The only time he would tense was when Marlon would deep throat him, causing his body to experience the pinnacle of pleasure.
After about 40 minutes of oral love making (which also consisted of polishing Milt's tasty nut sac), Marlon got down to business by bobbing his head in Milt's lap for another 8 uninterrupted minutes, no throat, no stopping to lick or swallow, no hands. He just sucked and bobbed, sucked and bobbed, sucked and bobbed, sucked and bobbed until he felt Milt's relaxed body beginning to tense and tighten. Milt could feel his climax building, despite his desire for it to never end.
Driven by the idea of eating his love's cum load for the first time in over 3 years, Marlon began sucking like a demon, losing gobs of thick spit which coated Milt's slick slimy pole like lubricant. Milt could feel his dick becoming more and more sensitive the longer the mouth danced. Soon he was squirming in his seat, trying to avoid grabbing Marlon's head.
"Oh god..., I'm getting close..., I'm getting REAL close..." he warned, in case Marlon wanted to back off and make it last. But hunger pains began to hit Marlon's stomach like labor pains, causing him to suck even harder in desperation.
Milt felt his straining dick swell and pulse, then suddenly EXPLODE. "AARRRRHHHHH FUCK...!!" he cursed, losing all of his senses through orgasm.
Marlon felt the dick firing off in his mouth (the hard slick shaft pulsating like a living breathing organ), pumping out sweet fresh semen which flooded his mouth like a burst dam. Marlon incorporated his hand only after orgasm, helping to milk the shaft while he suckled the flaring head, collecting as much cum as he could before lifting off and tilting his head back before swallowing, savoring the fresh nutty flavor as it slipped slickly down the back of his throat like warm pudding.
Milt was still recuperating when Marlon leaned forward and swallowed him whole, using his lips and jaws to suck out the last droplets of sperm.
"DAMN that was sweet...!" announced Milt, feeling physically drained.
Marlon sucked until Milton pulled him off his dick... "Now it's YOU turn to feel good...!" he said, helping Marlon up off his knees. With Marlon now in standing position, Milt sat forward in his seat and took Marlon's 7 incher in his mouth. Marlon groaned involuntarily, having not had his dick sucked since Curtis' departure (somewhere between chaps-16/17). It'd been so long that he nearly forgot how good it felt to feel something wet and warm on HIM for a change. It still thrilled Marlon to see Milton sucking dick. For years (since first meeting Milt when he was around 18) Milt had been a strong imposing figure in his life, his ideal of what a working man was and what that stood for: --a cigar smoking, beer drinking, pussy eating sonofabitch! Seeing Milt dispel that image by taking another man's dick in his mouth and sucking it like any other ordinary faggot, made Marlon appreciate him and his masculinity even more. Cause if `real men eat pussy', Milt showed they were pretty crafty at sucking a mean pipe as well.
Milt sawed his mustached mouth back and forth over Marlon's dick, taking a good 4 to 5 inches between his strong jaws on a regular stroke before downing all 7 inches deeply. Marlon groaned as he bent forward slightly, causing a small pocket in his groin where Milt's head fit, his face plastered in Marlon's pubes as his lips nibbled about the base where the short hairs lived.
"Damn you've gotten good at this since the first time you tried..." sighed Marlon, recalling how much Milton wanted to return the favor (back in chap-13 of My Wife's Bro).
Milt continued to hold Marlon's dick in his throat for a few more seconds before pulling back...
"I've grown to really appreciate how good a dick feels in my mouth..." he said, before going back down on it.
"Well, it won't take me long to cum if THAT'S what you want...!" informed Marlon, really loving the suction in Milt's jaws.
Milt pulled off after only as few minutes of warm up...
"It's not..." he said, getting up out of his chair. Marlon looked a tad confused until Milt crawled up into his bed, his ass hiked high in the air invitingly. "...I want to feel you get off in me THIS way...!"
Milt didn't have to invite him twice, as Marlon quickly joined him in bed, crawling up behind Milt to push his face into his ass, pressing it between the meaty muscled mounds to suck on the tight dark hole nestled between the mountains. Milt felt Marlon's warm tongue swiping over his private mancave, causing him to moan in lustful delight. Milt lowered his head and torso to the mattress comfortably, leaving his back arched and his ass elevated as Marlon lay behind him, his face buried in his ass eating asshole like a pussy-bandit.
For 20 minutes Marlon ate Milt's ass, tongue fucking the manhole while grinding his own erection against the mattress. Only after he was able to slip one, then two, then three fingers in without so much resistance, did he finally abandon eating ass and climb up on top of Milt's back. Milt waited patiently as Marlon anointed lubricant to his asshole, then slowly started to insert his dick. Marlon was surprised that Milt's hole wasn't as tight as he remembered. Sure it was tight and snug going in, but it didn't possess that virgin grip it used to when he and Curtis first fucked him.
Marlon pressed all the way up into Milt's ass, then lay down over his back, pressing his chest into Milt as he kissed upon his back and shoulders.
"Fuck me anyway you want to..." offered Milt, giving Marlon permission to go mad wild on him.
Marlon continued to lay on top of Milton for awhile, humping up and down, testing the elasticity if the hole. With Milt's muscular legs parted, his ass rose for fucking, Marlon was easily able to slid in and out of him, loving the way Milt's asshole sucked and milked his dick. Indeed Milt had been practicing how to manipulate his anal muscles to massage a dick shaft and make it cum quicker. Marlon knew he wouldn't last long, as it was rare that he got to fuck.
After about 5 minutes (or so) of slow humping, Marlon rose up on his arms (in pushup position) to quicken the pace. He looked down to watch his dick slide in and out of Milt's parted cheeks, his pelvic bone smacking into Milt's muscled rump every time he buried his rod.
"Damn..." he moaned, wishing he had the stamina Milt or Dan did.
"What's wrong...?" asked Milt, looking back over his rounded shoulder.
"It feel SO FUCKING GOOD..." complained Marlon, "...I don't think I can last much longer..."
"Not yet..." said Milt, loving the fuck as much as Marlon was. "...pull out if you have to...! Just make it last awhile longer...!" insisted the recently separated man.
Marlon followed Milt's advice, fucking Milt's hot ass a few minutes more before yanking his dick out, giving it a few seconds to stop throbbing and calm down from climaxing. Milt waited patiently on his stomach as Marlon cooled down, then carefully leaned forward to reinsert himself.
Marlon groaned aloud as his dick sank back into Milt's honey sucker, pressing his groin against Milt's ass before resuming fucking. Milt groaned and grunted softly as he continued to look back to watch Marlon fuck him, loving the way his hips slap into him every time marlon drove his hips home. "Don't be afraid to put some power behind it...!" schooled Milt, in case Marlon was afraid of hurting him.
Marlon picked up the pace, fucking harder and faster, causing his smacking hips to start slapping as his body crashed into Milt's over and over again. Milt was beginning to grunt louder, feeling the dick work over his manhole. He was just starting to use his anal muscles to give the shaft more friction when Marlon suddenly yanked out again...
"DAMN...!" cursed the (usually) bottom man, staring down at Milt's ass in disbelief.
Milt laughed...
"You can CUM whenever you're ready...!" said the older man, knowing it was torture to keep Marlon on edge.
Marlon waited a few more minutes before inserting again, this time wanting to give Milt a fuck worthy his time. Pulling Milt up into doggy position, he pushed back in and started fucking, holding onto his waist as he drove his dick in and out.
Milt rested on his hands and knees, his soft dick and balls swinging freely back and forth between his thighs by the force of Marlon's thrusts. Marlon got up on his feet (crouching behind Milt) and fucked harder, grabbing Milt's shoulders for better leverage. This caused his fuck thrusts to be more powerful as he began to hammer hard from behind, causing Milt grunts to grow louder. Milt could feel Marlon building up speed and momentum, treating his ass like a real pussy as he fucked for his own pleasure for once.
Milt's dick started to grow and lengthen as Marlon fucked. Marlon hammered his asshole for about 6 minutes (nonstop) before yanking out, standing up to allow his pulsing prick a moment to recoup. Milt was caught off guard when Marlon suddenly rammed back in as fast as he pulled out, resuming the same fast frantic fuck pace. Milton grunted aloud "ARRHH...!" upon re-entry, bracing himself for a rough ride.
"Yeah baby..." he encouraged, feeling Marlon go wild and lose himself in lust. "...fuck that ass...! Fuck it like you want!"
Encouraged, Marlon fucked even harder (rejuvenated by Milt's words), slamming his groin into Milt's ass repeatedly, showing his brother in-law that he had it in him to be just as assertive as the next guy. Milt liked the new Marlon, turned on by his sudden aggression as the thought of many nights swapping places appealed to him.
Marlon lost his mind while fucking, possessed with the feeling of love and lust. He could feel another potential orgasm building in his loins, but he refused to pull out this time, choosing instead to ride this one straight through to the end.
Milt felt Marlon's hands gripping his shoulders tighter, his fingernails starting to dig into the skin as Marlon's body began to shake and quake from strain. Milt knew it would be much longer when Marlon suddenly rammed all the way in and screamed like an assault victim.
"AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed, feeling the orgasm shooting upward from the tips of his toes.
Milt put a hump in his back as Marlon rammed too deep with the last thrust, piercing deep inside him. The first wad of cum shot from Marlon's dick like a cannon, exploding with force and power. Milt fell forward onto the bed, collapsing under the dead weight of Marlon's body. Marlon followed Milt to the mattress, never once leaving the hole as his dick continued to erupt and flood Milt's innards with a gush of hot cum. Milt milked Marlon's pulsing shaft with his anal muscles, making sure he got every drop.
The two men lay in the bed basking and glowing, soaking in each other's essences, unknowing that they were being spied on as Dan Edwards (standing atop the washing machine) peeked through the cracks of the badly manmade wall, shocked and surprised to see Milton Howard bottoming for Marlon. The sight of the muscular UPS driver getting boned (and liking it) caused his 11" dick to grow as strong as steel in his pants. Instead of getting angry that Milt managed to bed down Marlon while he was away, he laughed about it, no longer seeing Milton as a threat, but as an added bonus...
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