THE CUL-DE-SAC-7
Written by
Eugene Marvin
-aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com ___________________
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Welsh Drive, 1408
63y/o Phillip Dryer (6'0", 220lbs with a non-muscular build, salty-white hair & mustache) was a widower for over a year. His wife (Mildred) died after a long battle with breast cancer after having 2 mastectomies 5yrs apart! She fought valiantly, but finally succumb to the disease early last year, leaving her husband to live his final years alone!
Phillip and Mildred had 4 children together, all of whom either offered to allow him to move in with them and their families, OR to sell his house and live in a retirement villa where he would be surrounded by people his own age and staffing that could help make his life feel like an endless vacation...! But Phillip declined, a fiercely independent male [having spent 3yrs in the military], he wanted to stay in his own home, pay his own bills, and manage his own accounts! His children stopped by periodically to make sure he was okay..., but the between visits started to get increasingly longer as time went on, causing Phillip to amuse himself by keeping busy, tending his front lawn, balancing his checkbook and budget, and keeping up with his increasing doctors' appointments!
Phillip was friendly with his neighbors, although very secluded and standoffish, spending most of his time alone [watching tv, cooking, taking small trips to home-depot for home and garden supplies, etc.]...just waiting for HIS time to die!
One day [during trash day] Phillip noticed an odd black man (6'1", 200lbs, full scruffy unkempt beard, bushy hair, and dirty clothes) milling about the cul-de-sac, suspiciously! At first he thought he was a member of one of the 2 black families now living on the block...?...but quickly dismissed that idea when he caught him roaming through the trashcans searching for food! He saw one of the neighbors walk out and SHOO him away, threatening to call police! The homeless man didn't seem at all frightened, but walked away nevertheless, not wanting any trouble!
Phillip began noticing him every week around trash day, rummaging through people's garbage hoping for some leftovers to eat! Phillip took pity on the man and started leaving food for him on the top of his trashcan wrapped securely in some of his wife's old Tupperware! He watched out the window one day as the homeless man eventually made the rounds to HIS house...then noticed the package of food wrapped neatly on top of the can! He looked up at the house curiously, but Phillip had hidden behind the drapes and couldn't be seen! The homeless man opened the container and looked inside to find 3 nicely made roast beef sandwiches with all the trimmings! Having hit pay-dirt, he stopped roaming through the other cans, tucked the container in his coat, then quickly made his way off the cul-de-sac to eat his meal in peace!
Phillip couldn't help feeling good about himself, having helped someone whom obviously needed it! The next day when Phillip drove home from the market, he walked up the front walk to find the empty Tupperware container sitting on the stoop! Phillip looked around but saw no one, as he picked it up and took it back into the house to be washed!
And so started their ritual. Every week Phillip would leave a container full of fresh food for the homeless man to find, then the next day the container would be found on his doorstep! Phillip began to wonder WHAT the man ate during the rest of the week between trash days...?...and started to leave food on his front step when the man would come back to return the empty containers!
The exchange became daily, with Phillip cooking meals for the man freshly every day, leaving them outside his home around the same time daily! Neighbors started to notice the odd looking homeless man roaming in and out of the cul-de-sac more and more often, and started calling police to ward him off! The homeless man was detained by police one day while patrolling the neighborhood, asking for ID and questioning his reasons for being in the residential neighborhood! When the man explained that he was homeless and didn't have ID, the cops handcuffed him and arrested him for vagrancy!
Phillip started to notice his meals weren't being touched, and wondered if the man was okay...? A couple of WEEKS went by and Phillip noticed not even the food atop the weekly trashcans weren't being touched! He hoped something bad hadn't happened to the man, fearing he might have gotten SICK or hit by a car somewhere...?
Then one day after visiting one of his children's homes for the holidays..., Phillip drove home to find his house being burglarized! He walked in through the front door while the thieves were still inside! He tossed his car keys aside, then headed into the kitchen to put his paper plate of leftovers into the refrigerator...when he heard a NOISE upstairs! When he went up to investigate it, 2 masked men stepped out of his bedroom, carrying a pillow case of stolen goods!
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU...??!" asked Phillip, as the men ran towards him and started to beat him up! Phillip tried to fight back, but the guys were much younger and quicker, hitting him viciously as he fell to the floor! They kicked him several times until he stopped moving...then rushed his pockets, stealing his wallet and ID! They ran downstairs with his possessions...then ran outside and straight into the homeless man who was checking to see if there was any food sitting outside of Phillip's house...?
One of the men ran straight into him, sending both of them to the ground [hard]! The homeless man noticed the 2 men wearing ski-masks, and GRABBED one of them! The man yelled at the black man to let him go, but they both wrestled on the ground until the black man got the upper hand and CLOCKED the thief across the jaw with his fist, knocking him for a loop! When the other guy rushed in to help his buddy, he tackled the black man to the ground and started hitting him as hard as he could! The 2 fought as the homeless man snatched off the mask of his attacker, revealing him as just a teenager!
"You fucker...!" yelled the boy, before backing off...pulling his dazed friend off the ground as the 2 ran and staggered away into the night...!
The homeless man got up and decided to check in on the homeowner rather than chase after the 2 teens! He went inside and looked around, finding the white man sitting upstairs on the floor in the hallway [bleeding for the head]! The homeless man picked him up and physically carried him into the master bedroom where he gently laid him down on the bed...then rushed into the bathroom to retrieve a wet washcloth to blotch across his face and brow, helping revive him!
Phillip was dazed! The homeless man grabbed Phil's wireless phone off its cradle and dialed 9-1-1!
`9-1-1, what's your emergency...?' asked the operator over the phone!
"Police and ambulance at this number...someone's been attacked!" was all he said, before sitting the phone on the bed next to Phillip! The homeless man stood up, then backed away slowly...not wanting to leave the nice white man by himself, but knowing if police caught him in the house they would automatically arrest him for the attack, particularly if Phillip DIED in the process!
The black man ran from the house, finding Phil's fallen wallet in the street [dropped by the thieves in their haste! He picked it up and took it with him, already hearing sirens in the background...!
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Police and ambulance came to the address tracked by dispatch through the phone number! They found Phil upstairs in bed with a wet cloth over his brow! They checked his vitals and determined he would be okay, but that his injuries needed further scanning by a credited doctor! Neighbors stood outside their homes as they watched Mr Dryer be taken out on a stretcher and placed in the back of an ambulance!
Police questioned the neighbors over what happened, but no one knew anything! One neighbor mentioned an odd looking homeless man that was often seen `casing' the neighborhood, saying HE might have had something to do with it, as he didn't live in the area! Police got a description of him, promising the neighbors that they would FIND him if he was the one responsible for the incident!
Phil spent 2 days in the hospital for observation before finally being allowed to go back home! He was later informed by police that the homeless man who beat and robbed him was later found in the area carrying his wallet! They assured him that he would be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law! Phillip informed the cops that HE wasn't the one that attacked him, that it wasn't a black homeless man, that his attackers were 2 caucasian men in masks!
The police had no descriptions of 2 white men in the area, just the black homeless man, and they seemed content on making the charges stick on him, telling Phillip that it would be best for him to go to jail anyway, as winter would be coming up soon and they'd be saving him from freezing to death on the streets somewhere! But Phillip was persistent in the homeless man's innocence, telling the police they NEED to find the real' thieves and find his possessions instead of trying to railroad' an innocent man! The police didn't like Phil's attitude, saying that the homeless man was found with his wallet, and that, along with earlier reports of him being seen `casing the neighborhood', was enough evidence to put him away! But Phil began a campaign for his innocence, telling prosecutors and anyone who'd listen that he wouldn't be filing charges against the man, as he was certain he wasn't the attacker!
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Eventually police HAD to let him go for a lack of evidence, setting him free to find his way back to the cul-de-sac of his own power! Phil continued to leave containers of food outside his doorstep, hoping to one day find an empty container in its place! One day the homeless man returned to Phil's house, finding a plastic bowl of food waiting for him! When he opened the lid, he found a note inside, thanking him for helping him that day, and inviting him to come inside for a fresh shower and a meal at the dinner table!
The man thought about it for awhile...then showed up at Phil's door to accept his offer! Phillip shook the man's hand for the first time, then invited him inside, showing him upstairs to the bathroom where he could have access to a clean toilet and a hot shower! Phil pulled out some fresh clothes [sweats] for the man to wear afterwards, then took his dirty clothes downstairs to the laundry room to wash and dry in case he still wanted them...?
The homeless man looked around the bathroom as Phil closed the door to give him privacy! He opened the closet to find fresh soaps, shampoos, deodorants, towels and washcloths inside! He looked himself in the mirror, and was reminded just how LONG he had been living life on the streets! His face was weathered and worn, covered in a thick unkempt beard, his skin was dark and ashy, and his lips chapped and dry! He looked at his thick bushy hair and noticed dandruff sprinkled throughout! He definitely needed a shower [several in fact], as he started to undo his clothes, unable to recall the last time he was completely naked...?
Phillip knocked on the door to offer him clothes to wear, saying he would take his old clothes downstairs to wash them! The man opened the door, unashamed of his nudity as he exchanged the items with Phil! Phillip apologized for disturbing him, trying to avoid looking at his dangling dick [which swung freely between his muscular legs]! "It's okay..." said the black man, gratefully! "...I was in the military for 8years...I'm USED to being naked in front of people!"
"Really...?" thrilled Phil, finding something in common! "I'm military too! Navy!" he boasted!
"Army!" stated the black man!
"Nice!" smiled Phil, happy to be in the presence of another enlisted man [a veteran]! "uh, finish up your shower...and we can continue talking downstairs...!" he offered, before closing the door again, giving the man his privacy!
The homeless man turned towards the shower and turned it on, adjusting the temperature to his liking before stepping in and feeling the fresh clean water washing over his dead, dense, skin!
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Meanwhile Phil checked the pockets to make sure he wouldn't ruin anything in the wash..., and found a single photo of the homeless man [looking much cleaner and smiling] with a woman and a young boy [his family]...? He put the picture in his back pocket, then dumped the clothes into the machine by themselves with a ton of soap powder to help wash them!
Phil returned to the kitchen where he started cooking dinner [baked chicken, rice, gravy and stir-fried vegetables], hoping it would be to the man's likings...? About 40mins later he heard the man descending the stairs, before finally appearing in the kitchen doorway, looking transformed!
"Wow..." was all Phil could think to say as he turned to look at him...! "...you clean up WELL...!"
"Thanks..." smiled the man [slightly embarrassed], running his fingers through his newly trimmed beard...! "...I saw face-clippers upstairs and decided to cut down my beard..., I hope you don't mind...?"
"Not at all..." said Phil, "...mi casa su casa!" he said, reaching into the fridge for a beer! "Have one...?" he asked, as the man accepted, popping the cap on the can before turning it up to his lips!
"I'm Phil, by-the-way..." introduced the older man, holding out his hand to shake! "...kind of feel weird finally introducing myself after all this time...!"
The black man stared down at the friendly hand for a moment [as if thinking twice about touching it]...then reached out and grasped it, shaking it firmly!
"Dale!" he said simply [no last name]!
"Nice to meet you, Dale!" said Phil, sincerely! "And THANKS for helping me when you did...!...one veteran to another!"
"No problem..." said Dale, leaning his back against the fridge! "...I just wish I'd been able to CATCH one of them!" he added, as Phil turned a cold beer up to his own lips! "And thank YOU for insisting I wasn't the one that robbed you..." adjoined the black man, "...I know the cops were probably content with just having someone in custody so they wouldn't have to do anymore searching!"
"Yes...that seemed to be the case..." said Phil, turning back towards the stove! "...but I wasn't about to let them railroad an innocent man...particularly a veteran!" said the widower, putting the last touches of seasoning to his dish before plating it up for his guest!
"Let's sit in the dining room...!" he suggested, as both men settled into their seats at the dinner table. They talked a bit more, while starting in on their second beers, filling their bellies full! "If its not too intrusive, Dale...WHERE do you sleep between visits to my front stoop...?"
Dale blushed. "A couple of places..." he admitted, "...the train station, the bus stop, behind the shopping center...anywhere I can grab a few winks before somebody chases me off!"
"Why don't you stay at a men's shelter...?" inquired Phil, curiously! "Is it because they do regularly drug screenings...?"
"Not hardly..." said Dale, "...mostly because its not as SAFE as people believe it to be!" he explained. "A lot of people that frequent them have mental disorders...a lot of them are druggies...and the younger guys form GANGS, claiming safety in numbers...but really its just so they could gang up on people and ROB them in their sleep!
"Its actually safer on the streets! If you know how to handle yourself!"
"Why can't you just go home...?" asked Phil [completely invested in Dale's safety now]!
Dale hesitated...! "I'm...sorry if I'm being too noisy..." apologized Phil, "...but I am concerned...! You seem like a NICE guy...I can't help but wonder WHY you're homeless...? Don't you have any FAMILY you could stay with...?"
"No..." answered Dale, flatly! "...none I'm close to...!" he added!
"Oh yeah..." said Phil, reaching into his back pocket! "...I nearly forgot...I found THIS picture in one of your pockets while I was doing your laundry...!" he explain, passing Dale the pic! "Your wife and son, I assume...?" he pried, as Dale looked down at it caringly, swelling up a bit before placing it facedown on Phil's table!
"Yeah..." he answered [obviously not wanting to talk about it]!
"Do they know where you are...?" continued Phillip, looking for deeper answers! "Do they KNOW you're homeless and living on the streets...?"
Dale turned his head, fighting control of his emotions!
"They're DEAD!" he said, much to Phil's shock!
Dale wiped away a lonely tear! "They uh..." he choked, still emotional about their deaths! "...they died in a house fire..." he explained! "...they died in their sleeps, still in their beds when the firemen discovered their bodies! They were overcome by the smoke before the fire even reached them! There was no batteries in the smoke detectors! I...I took them out to swap out for the tv remote! My family died because I was too cheap to buy extra batteries!"
Phil FELT for Dale..., reaching across the table to grasp his arm in support! But Dale pulled away, not used to people touching him [anymore]! He took one final swig from his beer bottle [guzzling it], before setting the empty bottle down and rising up from his seat! "THANKS for the shower and dinner..." he said, ready to leave! "...if you give me my old clothes back I can return YOUR clothes and get out of your hair now...!"
Phillip didn't want Dale wandering around outside in his present mental state...!
"What if I offered to let you spend the night...?" suggested the older man! "Would you accept...?"
Dale thought for a moment...
"Are you SURE...?" he asked. "Most people wouldn't feel comfortable letting a homeless man stay overnight in their home...!"
"You're a veteran..." said Phil, "...you deserve a warm bed to sleep in!" he added!
"I appreciate that..." said Dale, taking Phil up on his offer!
After cleaning up in the kitchen, the 2 men retired into the living room where they watched television for a while, until Phil noticed Dale started to nod off on the sofa! Phil awakened him and took him upstairs to the spare bedroom, giving him total freedom to move about the house as he saw fit!
Dale looked around the nicely kept room...
"What do I have to do to repay you...?" he asked, turning around to face the older man!
"Nothing..." said Phil, surprised by the question! "...I just want to help!"
"People don't usually just want to `help'..." said Dale, suspiciously! "...people usually WANT something! Nothing is for free! WHAT do you want from me...? SEX?"
"n...n...no..." stammered Phil, not knowing where this was coming from...? "...I don't want anything like that...!"
"You SURE...?" asked Dale, stepping in closer...as Phil backed away...! "You seemed to be getting an EYEFUL when I was naked in the bathroom...! I was in the ARMY for 8yrs, remember...? I know how some of you sailors live!"
"I...I...I don't know what you mean...?" said Phil, backing off!
Dale rubbed the front of his crotch...as Phil's eyes dropped down at his lap, seeing the rising bulge hiding in his sweats! Naval memories began to fill his mind, as he did have firsthand knowledge of what Dale was talking about...! In the navy, many years ago, before marrying Mildred, Philip was a young horny sailor man with a hard cock and a robust sex drive! While at sea, he wasn't above finding fellow sailors to help relieve his sexual urges..., trouble was [back then], in order to get a hand you often had to give a hand to insure secrecy! Phillip stared down at Dale's bulging imprint and couldn't help subconsciously licking his lips...a dead giveaway to an army maggot like Dale!
Dale grabbed the older man by the shirt and physically forced him to his knees, pulling his face into his crotch, grinding his dick bulge against his mug!
At first Phillip struggled to get free...but then the feel of Dale's hard-on pressed in against his face started to bring back lost memories, paralyzing him instead! Dale held his head with both hands, humping hard against his face, making his dick rock-hard in his sweatpants before pulling back to untie the drawstrings!
Phillip realized that this was his moment to get up and fight back if he didn't want to suck cock...but he found himself frozen in time, waiting to see Dale's erection up close! He sat on his knees, watching as the black man pulled on the white drawstrings to loosen up the tension about his waist before shoving the pants down off his hips, causing his big stiff uncut 9.5" prick to spring up and bounce up and down like a loose springboard! Phillip was still in awe staring at it [flopping around] when he suddenly felt Dale's hand grab the back of his head and roughly pull him back in closer to his cock...slapping it against his pale face!
"OH...!" gasped Phil, feeling the big black club slapping him silly! Dale gripped the base of his dick and aimed it up against Phil's mouth and started to push himself inside!
"Ummpphh...ummff...UMMPPHHHH...!!" groaned Phil, feeling the dick stretch his mouth wide to accommodate itself! He could feel Dale pushing him further and further down the hard shaft, feeling the fat bulb-like head pushing into his throat, causing him to choke and gag!
"You can do better than that..." growled Dale, gripping 2 hands onto Phil's head, forcing it down further as the dickhead started to penetrate the throat, forcing its way into the curve of his neck!
"uhh...yeah..." moaned Dale, feeling Phil's face press into his pubes! Phil's hands reached up to push at Dale's strong thighs [trying to limit his depths] as the black man pulled his face in against his groin, then ground his nose into his coarse pubic hair, holding his entire 9 and 1/2 inch rod in the tight curve of Phillip's tight throat! Phil lurched and gagged about the base of the cock until Dale finally let slack on his hold, allowing Phil to pull back, sliding his tightening lips back up the hard shaft, his tongue licking and slithering along the underbelly until he pulled all the way off to regroup and collect himself!
Dale watched [hands still holding onto Phil's head firmly] as Phil coughed and recouped, staring at the big black prick glistening with his spit! He glance up at Dale [his attacker], locking eyes as Dale waited patiently for Phil to recover! Once the older man stopped hacking, Dale re-aligned his spit-wet cock back up against Phil's mouth, as Phil parted his lips and allowed the big cock back in...feeling it slowly reinsert itself back in his oral cavity! He and Dale retained eye-contact until the dickhead touched into the back of his mouth! Phil then closed his eyes [his face scrunched in a painful expression] as the dickhead started to break through his throat barriers and sink back into the curve of his neck, causing it to balloon and gag! Dale held Phil down on his dick for at least 30second before letting him back up to recuperate! Phil cough and gagged some more, then stared back up at Dale with watery eyes, opening his mouth to allow him to repeat!
For the next 40mins Phil choked and coughed on the end of Dale's dick, eventually getting throat-fucked as Dale locked hands behind his head and started to guide it back and forth for long periods of time, thrusting into his open mouth and throat as he built up a steady fuck pace, causing gobs of spit and drool to ooze down from the corners of Phil's mouth, soaking the front of his shirt and t-shirt!
Phil remained on his knees the whole time, getting his mouth and throat fucked like the olden days back in the navy! He surrendered himself to the steady pounding of his face, letting the former army man have access to his inner throat for his own pleasure! Phil's own cock was rock-hard in his pants, throbbing wildly with excitement it hadn't felt in years! He would have released his cock from its restricted confines, had his hands not been so busy massaging Dale's strong muscular legs and tight flexing ass cheeks! He made loud gargling/gagging sounds as Dale pounded his face into his pubes repeatedly, punishing his sore throat nonstop as his thick cock fucked through the tight gripping space over and over until Dale finally rammed himself in one last time and HELD himself deep inside...!
"Urrhhh...ohhh fuck..." gasped the black man as he ground Phil's face in his spit-wet pubes! Phil could feel the big thick cock wedge itself somewhere in his neck, then felt it thicken harder and throb just before the first BURST of cum shot down into the very back of his throat! "...ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" yelled Dale, coming intensely as he bucked and strained, holding Phil's head in his groin like a ball as he bucked against him, shooting his load down his throat!
Phil lay prisoner in Dale's hands, his face pressed in tightly against the former army man's groin as his cock pulsated wildly in his throat, painting a hot load of searing cum straight into his stomach, coating his esophagus as it milked the pumping prick of its manly juices! Phil groaned softly to himself as he felt his own cock suddenly let go in his pants, pumping a fresh load into his khakis, causing a prominent wet stain to form!
"URRHHH...URHHH...UHHH..." grunted Dale [still holding Phil's head], as he started to lose strength in his legs and fall over backwards against the bed...! Losing hold of Phil's head, Phil was finally allowed to pull back and breathe...but he never removed his mouth from the spurting prick, as he simply pulled back towards the head and allowed it to keep pumping forth its precious load until it finally stopped and his mouth was full of the last collection! Slowly, carefully he pulled free from the head...then swallowed the thick milky contents before retaking the semi-hard rod back in his mouth to milk dry!
"...urrhhhgg..." groaned Dale, feeling Phil milk his shaft of its last drops, consuming everything his cock fed him! Dale lifted his head and peered down over his heaving chest to watch Phil stroke out the last drops before licking them away! The older white man looked back up into Dale's glossed eyes...as the 2 men silently understood this was a long time coming...! Phil finally pulled off of Dale's shrunken dick and stood up [revealing the wet stain in his tan pants]...then walked out of the room, only to return shortly after with a towel to dry off Dale's spit drenched pubes and balls!
Neither man said anything as Phil got back down on his knees to service his guest..., rubbing the soft towel over everything, cleaning him up! Dale dropped his head back against the bed, too drained to do much else than fall asleep! Phil got up and helped him remove the rest of his clothes, then laid him down correctly in bed [naked], placing his head against the pillows before pulling the covers in over him! Dale watched the black man sleep for a moment, admiring him before turning out the lights and leaving the door open [in case he needed something during the night]...?
Phil walked down to the master bedroom and began to undress completely, changing into fresh underwear! His shirt was soaked with drool, as he tossed his soiled clothes onto the floor [vowing to pick them up in the morning], then climbed into bed where he fast fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow!
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It was about 2:30am when Dale woke up with the strong urge to pee! His dick was as hard as a rock as he threw back the covers and staggered [sleepily] out into the hallway [recalling where he was] and headed for the bathroom next door! He turned on the bathroom light, then aimed his erection awkwardly down at the toilet bowl and started peeing [missing the bowl on the first try]! Leaning forward against the wall in front of him slanted his body forward, helping him to aim better! He yawned widely as he watched the yellow stream shoot from the head of his dick, filling the bowl! Once he was finished he flushed, then stroked the last droplets of urine from his erection...letting them drip into the bowl!
Noting how good his hand felt on his dick, he continued to stroke himself, realizing his balls were full with another load...!
Turning off the bathroom light, Dale made a left at the door instead of a right to his room...and wandered into Phil's bedroom, finding his host fast asleep in a large bed! Dale walked around to the side Phil was sleeping on...and watched him sleeping on his stomach, his face facing him and his erection as it lay smashed against the pillows! Dale couldn't rest placing the head of his solid erection against Phil's slightly open mouth, rubbing it against the wet drooling lips, trying to pry his way back in his mouth! Phil had no idea what was happening in this state..., as the dickhead pierced his oral cavity, causing him to gently suckle it in his sleep! Dale pulled off Phil's covers, then leaned down over his body [keeping his dickhead in his suckling mouth] to roughly grab Phil's heavy ass through his tighty-whities! It wasn't until Dale slipped his hand down into the ass of Phil's draws and started rubbing his fingers over the sleeping man's bare ass crack that Phil started to stir awake...realizing what was going on...!
Realizing that his houseguest was in further need of help...Phil opened his mouth wider to let more cock in as he began sliding his head back and forth along the shaft, sucking the cock wholeheartedly! Dale watched Phil starting to suck his dick with gusto...but was more interested in the OTHER end as he pulled his hand from the inside of Phil's draws to lick and wet his middle-finger before stuffing his hand back down into the underwear to finger-fuck Phil's tight anus!
"UMMFF..." grunted Phil [around Dale's cock shaft], feeling the digit penetrate him before moving back and forth in and out!
Dale fingered Phil's ass for a few minutes while the older man continued to suck his dick [hoping to get him off orally again]...? It wasn't until Dale yanked his hard-on from Phil's wet mouth and started to climb onto the bed with him that Phil realized what Dale was going for...!
"n...no..." he pleaded, as Dale started to pull and yank the draws off of Phil's hips, stripping him naked! Phil tried to roll onto his back [to save his ass], but Dale kept pushing him back over, slapping his pale white cheeks and telling him to `stay still!'
"...no, please...I've NEVER been fucked before...!" confessed the older man, hoping to spear himself the indignity and pain...?
"Really...?" questioned Dale [almost as if he didn't believe him]! "I thought ALL navy men were REQUIRED to get fucked..." he stated [citing the old argument between the branches about which one was more macho]...? "...so the army would have plenty of pussy to fuck when we were all stationed together...!"
"No..." answered Phil, looking back at Dale [in the dark] from over his shoulders! "...I've sucked cock, obviously...but I've never been fucked...!"
"I don't know HOW you managed that..." said Dale, grabbing Phil's ass cheeks and roughly prying them apart [in opposite directions] to reveal his tiny anal entrance! "...but that's all about to change..." he warned, before leaning his face in close to SPIT on the hole as lubricant! "...when you see your old navy buddies you'll be able to give them long overdue fucks!"
"No...please..." begged Phil, knowing he wasn't strong enough to fight off the younger man! He felt Dale slap his big hard erection between his ass crack...then aim the spit-wet dickhead up against his spit-coated anus before pushing inward...!
"...URHHGGGG...!!" yelled the older man, feeling the pressure as the cock started to bore into him, stretching his rectal ring and sphincter muscles as it ripped its way into him! "URRHHGGG...GOD IT HURTS...!!" he yelled into the pillows, burying his face as the black man leaned in over him [in pushup-position] and sank his big thick cock straight through his gripping gut!
Dale LOVED the way the tight hole felt on his dick as it powered its way into the weaker man underneath him! He pulled out [before reaching full burial] to add MORE spit to the hole...before pushing back in and starting all over again!
He rested his hand against the back of Phil's head, pushing his face further into the pillows, muffling his loud groans [before one of the nosey neighbors could hear him and call the cops]! Phil struggled against the burial [and for air], as the dick sank straight through him, parking itself somewhere in his bowels! Once buried, Dale removed his hand, allowing Phil to turn his head and breathe AIR back into his lungs! Phil could feel the entirety of Dale's big cock in his bowels, taking up room inside him like a cancer! He cried into the pillow as Dale lay flat across his back, keeping his dick buried deep to allow his host's body to adjust to the invasion!
Dale steeled himself NOT to cum too quickly as Phil's anus tightened, squeezed, and flexed strongly around his deeply embedded prick, trying to repel it from his body's depths like a piece of shit [all the while causing the fighting sphincter muscles to suck at his dick shaft, making him never want to pull out]!
"You okay...?" asked the younger man, his lips near Phil's right ear as he sounded concerned...!
"No..." answered Phil [starting to regret letting the black man sleep over]! "...it HURTS! Pull it out of me, please...!?"
"nocando..." whispered Dale, as he started to pull back with his hips before thrusting slowly back in [effectively humping the hole]! "...feels too good...I'm not pulling out until I've cummed in it!"
"ooh god..." groaned Phil, realizing he was in a world of hurt before it ended!
"You're military..." reminded Dale, as he started thrusting more freely! "...you can take it!" he reassured!
He could feel the fat cock pulling and pushing its way through him, stretching his sore inner muscles as it ripped in and out of his anus like a FIST! He bit into the pillow, praying he would survive the torture! He'd never felt PAIN like this before in his life, as every alarm in his body screamed red-alert!
Dale wrapped his forearm about Phil's neck [underneath his chin], keeping him prisoner and keeping him still while he assaulted his asshole from behind! Dale had his share of tight virgin ass in the army, finding the hot tight entryway of his fellow soldiers far more satisfying than his own fist! He particularly liked fucking navy men and marines the most, as they were usually the easiest to coerce in bed! Dale lost count of how many beefy white maries he fucked while in the military, big beefy corn-fed white boys, fresh from the farms of Iowa...surrounded by different cultures and men with raging hard-ons and no place to put them! When a guy with a big beefy ass and far too much to drink walks by in a bar...he's BEGGING to be fucked [hard]!
Dale started to feel his dick sliding through Dale's fat pale ass much easier and smoother after awhile...! With Phil no longer struggling, Dale didn't have to keep his arm locked in around his neck, as he freed the older man and lifted himself back up into pushup-position where he could have better thrust and leverage!
Phil felt the muscled arm pull from around his neck...as Dale got into position and started to fuck him harder! "URHHGG...! URHHGG...! URHHGG...! URHHGG...!" grunted Phil, as Dale's pelvic bone started to slap into his backside more often with power! He marveled at the strength and stamina the black man had, as Dale leaned in over top him and started to pound him into the mattress! Phil found himself spreading his legs and arching his back, giving the black man a better target as his cock found full depth with every stroke!
"OHMYGOD..." groaned Phil, realizing he was finally getting what he dished out so many years ago! "...FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS, SOLDIER! GIVE IT TO ME!"
Dale relished the challenge, fucking Phil even harder, driving his dick in and out of the domain as he looked down [through the darkness] and watched his big dick disappear into the white ass under him!
"uhhh..." he groaned, feeling his orgasm building in his balls! He hated that coming meant the end of feeling good...yet he couldn't stop fucking, really wanting to cum badly, to fill Phil's ass with its first load, properly stealing the man's virginity officially!
Dale closed his eyes and kept fucking, thinking of all the asses he's fucked and filled while in the service! He estimated he must have fucked hundreds of men in the 8yrs he enlisted...not to mention the dozens more he's fucked while homeless...fucking ass for money, for heat, and simply for necessity! He POUNDED into Phil's ass, slamming his hips into his backside while plunging his massive prick through his milking chute as Phil lay moaning underneath him!
"Arrhhhh shit, I'm coming...!" grunted Dale, ramming himself all the way in one last time, holding himself gut-deep as his dick thickened, strained, and pulsated strongly before finally exploding...!
"ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!" he screamed out loud [like a mighty lion in the jungle]...flooding his host's ass with a tsunami of hot gushing cum!
"URHHH...UHHH...OHHHH..." moaned Phil, feeling the hot surge of juice pouring into his colon, searing into his insides, officially stealing his anal virginity!
Phillip felt his own orgasm trigger, as his cock [smashed between his stomach and the mattress] started spilling out spilled milk, wetting the area under him as Dale fell weakly against his back, keeping his pulsating prod buried balls-deep in Phil's ass as it pumped out the last of his load!
Strangely Phillip didn't mind having the heavy male on top of him, weighing him down! He even involuntarily milked Dale's shrinking cock with his anal muscles, drawing out the last droplets of sperm for his body to absorb! Within minutes he could hear Dale snoring on top of him, using his back and body as a bed as he kept his softened prick buried, plugging the hole to insure his cum stayed inside him over night!
This story writing by EUGENE MARVIN aka NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com ____________________________
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