Best friends; 19 year olds -Theodore "Theo" Jones (6-3, 200 lbs of thick muscle, drk brn with a very close skull cut hair cut), Horatio "Flex" Washington (6-1, 165 lbs, medium muscular build, brn skn, with cornrows going straight to the back), and Devon Dorell (6-0, lite brn skn, 150 lbs, slim muscular build, with a close fade cut), all grew up together in the same neighborhood. After graduating high school, they decided to cut the cost of living expenses 3-ways by renting a 3 bedroom house together in the West Philly as roommates.] ____________________________________________________________________________
POTENTIAL-11
After an unexpected day off from work (over sleeping), Devon spent the entire day getting high and getting fucked. Feeling good after encounters with Richard Wedlaw, Theo Jones, and Flex Washington, Devon stopped by the house for a quick shower before dropping by his girlfriend's (Yolanda) apartment for an unscheduled visit.
Devon showered (extracting the massive loads of semen in his buttered bowels), shaved (though he have very little facial hair), lotion and sprinkled on some of Yolanda's favorite cologne, and dressed in classic casual slacks, soft shoes, a darkly colored printed button down shirt, and sunglasses. He knew Yolanda's work schedule pretty well, and decided to meet her at her place and treat her out to dinner since he was feeling a little more randy than usual.
Devon packed himself in his Toyota, then drove over to Yolanda's apartment to surprise her with an unexpected dinner invitation. When Devon got outside Yolanda's apartment building, he tried calling her cell phone but to no avail. Leaving a message and wondering where she was, he decided to wait in his car to see if he saw her walking down the street?
While waiting, Devon noticed Richard's distinctively designed car parked across the street. Dialing Yolanda's roommate's number (Drusilla), expecting her to be in the apartment with Richard, Devon was surprised to learn that Dru was still at work, working overtime. Going on a gut suspicion, Devon got out of his car, and waited outside until someone exited the building. He dashed in through the door as if he lived there, then ran up the steps to Yolanda's floor. With no real plan to get into her apartment, he simply knocked on the door. He waited for several minutes, knocking repeatedly before Yolanda answered (pretending to have been sleeping) in her night clothes.
"What're you doing here...?" she asked as Devon burst through the door past her.
"What took you so long to answer the door...?" he asked, looking around the living room and kitchen.
"I was sleeping..., I don't feel too good..." she said, running her hand through her hair as she clinched at the short robe she was wearing to hide her nakedness.
"I called...!" said Devon, checking the bathroom.
"I turned my phone off...!" said Yolanda, noticing Devon on the search for something. "What the hell're you looking for...?" she asked, getting annoyed.
"Where's Drusilla...?" he asked, opening Drusilla's bedroom door to peer his head in.
"She's at work!" said Yolanda, getting defensive. "What the hell're you doing barging in here like this and asking me all these questions...?!"
Devon headed for Yolanda's room as she ran across the living room to intercept him. "Get out! I told you I don't feel good...!" she snapped, grabbing his arm as Devon twisted the doorknob and shoved himself into the room. His eyes widened in disbelief as Richard Wedlaw lay lying in Yolanda's bed, naked except for the thin sheet covering his privates.
"Sup hommie...?" smiled Richard, surprisingly calm as Devon fell back against the wall.
"What the fuck...?" asked Devon, looking at Richard and Yolanda questionably. "Yolanda...??"
"I'm sorry, Devon..." said Yolanda in the doorway, sorrowfully.
"Hey..., it's about time he found out!" said Richard, propping his back against pillows. "Yo..., me and Yolanda's been kickin' it for awhile now hommie..." confessed Wedlaw. "...I wanted to tell you, but Yolanda ain't wanna hurt your feelings!"
"You can't be serious...!" said Devon in disbelief. "When'd this happen...?" he asked, looking at his girlfriend for answers.
"It just happened...!" defended Yolanda, hunching her shoulders.
"Yo, babe..., let me and Dev talk privately for a minute...!" requested Richard, pulling back to covers to get out of bed. Yolanda looked nervous, not wanting to leave the two men alone to fight. "Its kew babee..., leave us alone! Go take a shower or something!" insisted Richard, closing the door in Yolanda's face.
Yolanda paced nervously on the floor for a few minutes before doing as told and heading for the shower, knowing she was to have this same talk with her roommate Drusilla eventually.
"How the hell could you do this to me, Rich...? I thought we were friends...?" asked Devon, still in shock.
"We ARE friends, hommie..." said Richard, turning towards Devon. "Yolanda said you been neglecting her lately...said she needed a REAL man to come bust it up in her..., so I helped her out!" said Richard, explaining his own twisted idea of helping. "I gave her a few tokes of Sextasy, and she was ready man..., I certainly couldn't pass up some sweet pussy like hers now could I...?" he asked with a chuckle.
"You fucking asshole...!" yelled Devon, attacking Richard as he grabbed him about the throat and ran him backwards until they both landed on the bed. Richard quickly maneuvered Devon on the bottom as he got on top and held him down.
"Yo...calm down nigga!" he yelled, holding Devon tightly. "The shit's over man! She MY bitch now! You fucked up!" Devon said nothing as he realized he had been avoiding Yolanda a lot lately. He stopped fighting as he realized his confusions were the cause for her straying. He had no one to blame but himself for her cheating. "Yo..., you gonna calm down now...?" asked Richard, loosening his grip. When Devon nodded, Richard leaned back, sitting on Devon's stomach. "It don't hafta be like this man..., I don't mind sharing my fruits...!"
Devon looked confused, unsure what Richard meant until he reached down and started stroking his dick on Devon's chest. Devon couldn't help looking down at it, his mouth beginning to water.
"What about Yolanda...?" he asked, looking at the door.
"I locked it..." said Richard, "She won't come in here!"
Against Devon's better judgment, he watched his drug supplier stroke his dick to erection. Devon knew he should have been more angry, that he should have punched Richard in the jaw for stealing his girlfriend from up under him..., but he couldn't take his eyes off the hardon staring him in the face. "You want this shit, man...?" asked Richard, watching the lust build in Devon's eyes.
"yeah..." said Devon weakly, unable to resist the hypnotic stare.
Richard climbed up over Devon, bringing his dick within inches of his face. Devon licked his lips in anticipation before opening his mouth wide. His eyes crossed as he watched the dick lower into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the crown, sucking softly on the head before allowing the shaft to sink into his mouth.
"Thas what I'm talkin bout..." sighed Richard, forcing his entire dick down into Devon's throat. Devon felt the dick pushed through his neck, Wedlaw's hairy pubic bush grounding into his nose as he smelt the distinctive scent of Yolanda's pussy. It hit Devon like a smack in the face as he realized he was sucking the dick that fucked his girlfriend.
Richard got into pushup position as he started to thrust himself in and out of Devon's mouth and throat. Devon merely lay there, on the bed his girlfriend cheated on him in as her new lover fucked at his face and throat with her in the other room.
Richard Wedlaw watched as his dick slid in and out of Devon's mouth as Devon's openly accepted it with stretched lips and extended tongue. He licked and sucked all over the hard shaft as he plunged in and out of his mouth like a plunger, the hairy balls resting against his chin with every stroke.
After a few minutes Richard rolled off to the side. Devon followed him, not wanting to lose that tasty morsel as he rolled over and started bobbing his head up and down. Richard rested on his back, his head propped on Yolanda's pillow as he watched her former boyfriend feed on his dick. Richard felt like a king as he crossed his hands behind his head and smiled at the situation before him.
Devon bobbed his head faster, sucking harder on the shaft as his tongued lobed up and down the spit slick column. He couldn't get over how happy he felt sucking dick. Despite the untimely breakup with his girlfriend and the betrayal of a so-called friend, he felt all of his problems and anguish melt away as he sucked upon the steely hard shaft in his mouth.
Yolanda's scent was all over Richard's crotch, every time Devon's face buried in Richard's pubes he smelt her. Devon felt his own dick grow rock hard as he reached down and rubbed himself. After a few more minutes of lying there, Richard got up on his feet as he made Devon kneel before him.
Devon got down on his knees as Richard took his head in his hands and started to fuck his face and mouth. He tilted Devon's head backwards, aligning his throat for a straight stabbing. Devon opened his mouth and let Richard fuck his mouth as hard, long, and deep as he wanted, --surrendering his mouth completely.
Wedlaw thrust his dick all the way down into Devon's throat, his tongue resting against the underbelly like a bed as the dick sawed its way in and out. Devon unfastened his pants as he pulled out his own erection and started stroking. He tightened his lips around the sliding shaft, relaxing his throat muscles to allow easy passage as Richard Wedlaw continued to abuse his mouth and throat. Devon felt Richard's hands tighten against his scalp as he started to fuck harder, a sure indication that he was nearing climax. Devon stroked his dick in time with Richard's thrusts as drool started to drip down from the corners of his mouth and chin.
"Fuck man...you bout to get this nut...!" choked Richard, turning Devon's head sideways as he drilled a straight line down into his esophagus. Devon came all over the carpet immediately, even before Richard started to cum straight down his throat. "AAARRHHHH FUCK...!!" yelled the man, shooting a nice sized load into Devon's belly before releasing his head and stumbling back onto the bed. "Damn nigga..., you drained me...!"
"Hey...! You alright in there...??" asked Yolanda, knocking at the door after hearing Richard's yell.
Devon started to tuck his semi-hardon as he jumped up off his knees.
"I'm fine..., go make me a sandwich!" ordered Richard.
"Why were you yelling...?" asked Yolanda, her ear against the door. "What's going on in there...? I'm calling the cops!"
"Don't call no fuckin' cop!" yelled Richard, knowing he still had a few ounces of Sextasy in his possession. "Go make me a fuckin' sandwich!" he insisted as Devon wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "We kewl...?" asked Richard, still wanting to be friends. He didn't want to lose that mouth and ass. It was always good to keep a hommie on the side in case his girl(s) acted up.
"Yeah...we cool." said Devon, feeling like a chump with his girlfriend's lover's cum in her belly.
Devon left Yolanda's apartment feeling worse than when he went in. With no girlfriend to define his sexuality, he felt even more lost than before...
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