Hotlanta-fm2 by Asynaka

The sounds of 50 cents flooded the room as Andre looked over the club. Insomnia was just what he needed right now. Hip Hop night was full of the thug types trying to act hard but he knew that by the end of the night one of them would be the slowly going up and down on the shaft of his manhood. As he looked towards the bar, he noticed that Kane was motioning for him to come over. That was a good sign, see every straight bar had its Kane, he kept track of who was into what and made sure that those trying to stay on the down low could. There were days when Dre wondered just what it was he got out of this deal, but in the end he didn’t really care--this was after all just a means to an end.

“Kid on the back pouch, Roca Wear.” Kane said handing Dre a drink. Dre smiled downing the drink and nodding. He turned his heading towards the back only pausing for a moment to dance for a second or so with a young lady who had gotten between him and the door. She was cute; he had to admit but not what he wanted to dip into tonight, maybe another time. After noticing she had closed her eyes and was in a different world, he simply continued to the door. As he stepped out onto the deck he couldn’t miss the kid in question since there wasn’t anyone else out there. The kid looked nervous; this was still new to him. Dre smiled as he walked over to him extending his hand.

“Yo what’s up? Dre.” He said as the kid slapped his hand. The kid wasn’t bad on the eyes at all. He was attractive, about 6’3” with that perfect camel brown skin that was smoother then a baby’s ass with barely any facial hair. He couldn’t have been any more then a buck eighty-five and making it perfect were the zigzagging cornrows running along his head. Hell this kid was damn near perfect, but when you added that air of unease to this scene he was just what Dre wanted.

“Martice.” He said simply trying to not seem to check out Dre, but how he couldn’t. Dre was by far one of the hottest guys here. He was 5’11” with skin that was somewhere between caramel and yellow. A body that said he spent hours in the gym, and a smile that said, “yeah I know I’m sexy.” Martice just shook his head as he leaned against the wall seeming to watch the door almost as much as he looked down at the simple gray sweats Dre was wearing as he rocked the wife beater and made sure you saw the body and the tats.

“Don’t sweat the door kid,” Dre said stepping just slightly into Martice’s space “No one comes out here on Wednesday, the stay where the music is mostly, it should be chill.” Martice seemed to relax as he turned back to Dre and looked him up and down. “So you like what you see?”

“Yeah, you keep it tight.” Martice said licking his lips just as if he was trying to wipe something from them.

That was hot; Dre played it off with his trademark smile. “So,” there was a slight pause “what you trying to get into tonight?” Dre glanced back at the door to make sure no one had come out the door. He leaned further into Martice’s space cupping his hand across the now nervous man’s rock hard dick and whispered into his ear. “Yo.” He said feeling the throb of Martice’s dick in his hand. He didn’t let go, but rather he ran his hand up the outside of his sweats guessing that he had made a good choice since it felt like about 9 ˝ inches and thick.

Yeah Dre would enjoy tonight as he heard a slight moan come from Martice as he stroked his just slightly near the head and softly blow in his ear. Dre was sure that a slight wet spot was forming near the head from pre-cum and that was all he needed. As he stepped back suddenly just leaving the now clearly less experienced man leaning against the wall visibly hard and his eyes still closed. Dre sat back in one of the chairs and smiled. He enjoyed what he did, well he would do it for a living--put you at a loss, then be right picky about who you fuck. “So you got a whip here?” Martice seemed to fade back to this world as he looked down at Dre.

“Yeah,” he said lightly and very airy. He was still floating on cloud nine from just the touch. “Right out front yo.” He said beginning to want this more and more. Dre point back to the high rise building that Club Insomnia was in the shadow of.

“Andre Hawk,” he said standing “I live right in there, look me up when you get to the door in half an hour, I’ll buzz you in.” He turned and started back into the club. As the door opened the sounds of “Holiday Inn” washed over him. He returned to the floor where he saw the young lady from before dancing with some guy. As Martice passed him he touched his arm stopping him. “Make that an hour,” he said and Martice nodded and then went on. Dre simply took off his shirt and walked towards the young lady. At first she played as if she was ignoring him, but it would take less than three minutes before she had forgot whatever game it was she had planed to play.

Dre smiled to the guy as he stood there and Dre began to lead her towards the bathroom as the song ended. Andre just laughed to himself as they walked in to a stall and she started to her knees.

[One and a half hours later]

Martice was annoyed at himself for still standing in front of the Gable’s high rise, it was clear he had been played, he should have known, he told himself as he paced back and forth in front of the doormen sitting at the desk looking up every now and again at him as if he contemplated calling the police. Martice could believe himself fuckin’ standing here sprung over so nicca who has dissed him already!

As he turned to return to his 4 runner he was shocked to see Dre standing there shirt in hand. The steam coming off him from the cold air mixing with his sweat, which already made him seem to glow in the night, lights. “You weren’t leaving...” Dre said as more of a statement of fact then as a question as he stepped around Martice and opened the door with his key. He held it open for a second as Martice walked by him and into the building. Dre followed him in with a smile as Martice seemed to just shake his head at the remark. What had he gotten himself into with this guy? Was this just an air or was he really like this? Dre nodded to the guard who tipped his hat to him as he pushed the up button for the elevator. As the door opened Dre once again stepped aside and let his guest enter first, and then followed him in. As the door closed Ralph the doorman could hear Dre say. “I hope you like the taste of pussy.”

Few words had been spoken between the two as they sat on the love seat. Then during a quite moment Dre simply reached over placing his hand on the back of the head of Martice and began to pull his head towards him as if to kiss him, but rather he pushed it down towards his dick, which he used his other hand to pull out of the sweats. As Martice took it into his mouth he understood what Dre had meant and as he found Dre’s manhood being forced deeper and deeper into his mouth. He couldn’t help but think this was the hottest moment of his life. Never before had anyone been so aggressive! Dre fucked his mouth slowly going in and out deeper each time until one time he wouldn’t let Martice up.

“Act like you are swallowing,” he said to him. Martice did as he was told as the head of Dre’s dick rubbed against the back of his throat. The act of swallowing seemed to drive Dre crazy as he finally let Martice up and slowly stood moving in front of Martice letting the sweats fall to the floor and simply stepping out of them. Martice wrapped his hands around the hardest piece he had ever seen--hell it was the only piece he had ever seen!

Dre gently gripped the sides of Martice’s head and began to grind his dick in and out of his mouth, first slowly, but it wasn’t long before he had gotten up to a fast pace causing a popping and slurping sound to come from Martice’s mouth as he breathed in the scent of the soft hair around the Dre’s dick. It was a mix of ‘Tommy’ and pussy. Suddenly Martice couldn’t control it as he began to jack Dre and he slid off the loveseat and right to his knees. The sound of him sucking and tugging began to even drive Dre over the edge as he spoke, “Oh yeah, baby boi,” as his hands moved to the back of the Martice’s head and clearly took control of the pace, allowing Martice to only come up a few inches never pulling out. He kept forcing his dick deeper into the mouth and before long Martice found himself jacking his own rock hard dick as he sucked hard. He was beginning to become short of breath.

“Yo don’t waste my seed!” Dre said as he thrust deep into Martice’s mouth. Martice had thought about if he really wanted to do this, but he found himself washed up in the whole thing as he felt the energy in Dre’s body rush into his dick. And then in an explosion Dre’s seed burst into his mouth. Stream after stream of the warm salty cum filled his mouth. At first he simply held it in his mouth, but as he looked up at Dre who was seemingly in the same place Martice had been before, he swallowed. It wasn’t really a big deal he told himself as Dre stood there still hard with his head tossed back.

Martice kept jacking himself expecting to finish himself off, but then as he closed his eyes he was shocked when Dre stopped him. “Don’t cum,” he said grabbing his arm. As he lifted Martice to his feet he removed his shirt almost like an animal, he let it fall to the ground as he lightly bit Martice’s nipples causing a slight quake in his body. Martice was happy that this wasn’t ending already; it shocked him that Dre seemed to care that he enjoyed it as much as Dre had. Before he knew it, Dre had swallowed his whole dick into his mouth as his pants fell to the ground. Martice simply shook as Dre sucked his dick quickly running his tongue along the base as he licked his own finger, then softly pushing against Martice’s tight asshole.

“Arrrrh.” Martice groaned as Dre’s finger entered his ass ring and his dick exploded with cum hitting Dre on the shoulder as he undid Martice’s shoes. “Fuck!” Martice said as he felt Dre pull his finger out and begin to stand up.

“You should tell me next time.” Dre said with a smile as he led Martice to the end of the sofa. Running his hands over Martice’s body Dre slowly walked around him turning him toward the sofa. Martice returned to being the nervous first timer he had been in the club as Dre bent him over the sofa and buried his face in Martice’s tight ass. The shivers began in a part of Martice’s body that he had only recently learned could give pleasure--and pleasure he never thought could be this good!

Dre flicked his tongue across the tight hole perched in front of his face winking at him. As he attempted to probe deeper into the hole, Martice clearly couldn’t stand it as he wiggled and moaned until finally Dre gripped him by the hips and tried to stick his tongue all the way into Martice. The sound of pure pleasure shot from Martice’s mouth, “Arh yes!” he moaned as Dre went even farther placing two fingers into his ass.

“Papi!” Martice hissed as Dre entered him going all the way in quickly. Dre realized he hadn’t felt anything like this in a long time. “Not yet!” Martice said pulling away, shocking Dre.

“What’s wrong son, I thought you wanted to do this?” Dre asked trying to hold back the annoyed tone in his voice as he stood there naked, hard, and horny.

“I haven’t been with anyone before.” Martice confessed softly as everything changed for Dre. There they where again the rules--the only thing he respected. Number one was “Never deflower a virgin”.

“Did you hear me papi?” Martice asked. Before when he said papi it was a term of submission, now all Dre heard was endearment and emotional attachment, both of which where worthless to him and neither of which he wanted.

“Yeah, I heard you. Now you should go.”

Pt 2
The night before had been a bust, Dre was sitting at the bar drinking drinks he hadn’t paid for. Now several guys scattered about the bar had been sending him drinks all night, while normally he would have found at least one he was interested, but last night was still on his mind. Errol walked over sitting another one in front of him. “What’s up with you?” Errol asked. Dre simply looked down at the glass. “Oh what someone finally humbled even the great Andre Hawk?”

“I don’t need this right now E.” Dre replied quickly downing the drink. “Had a shitty night.” Dre says looking around Seven. The sound on the tribal beat coursed trough the club. As the bodies moved about the dance floor their energy could be felt by everyone here, everyone but Dre, he just wasn’t feeling it.

“What happened?” Errol asked with a slightly girl tone that said he didn’t want to know but he was in fact about to make a smart ass remark. “You fuck up and fall in love.” He says with a slight giggle. He and Dre had been like family since Dre came to town. They had bonded and while at first there may have been something there it wasn’t long before brotherhood was all that this relationship could ever be. Errol was a sweet guy, they kind of guy everyone said they wanted to date but then went home with Dre.

“Na, I just sent this kid home and I could have handled it better.”

“You fuck his brains out and then promptly send him on his way?” Errol questioned, knowing how Dre did things. He hoped one day Dre would show the rest of the world the nice guy he had come to know, but it was doubtful.

“No, He was a virgin, so I stopped when I found out and just told him to go.” Dre replied with a hint of hurt.

“Like kicked him out kicked him out. Like before you did anything.”


“Wow,” Errol began with a look of shock and surprise “then you have already treated him better then every other guy you have been with.” He finished popping open a beer and handing it to another bartender. “Look Dre, I know you are a nice guy in there some where, but let’s not get it wrong, you would have fucked him over in the end cause that’s just how you are, you wouldn’t have meant to but it would have happen. You did him a favor this one is on me.” Errol sat a drink down in front of Dre walking off. Dre know that Errol was right; he had done that kid a favor but for some reason that kid stuck in his mind.

“Yo what’s up?” A low voice said from behind him. Dre glanced over his shoulder. There stood a guy who had to be about 6’2” and 210lbs, he had long dreads and was wearing blue jean shorts and a wife beater shirt, and there was an Omega brand on his arm. Dre had seen him around the club but normally he stuck to those who dealt in trade, Dre was out of his league even if he didn’t know it yet. “Can I holla at you cat?” He asked as Dre turned fully around.

This guy was cut, if Dre didn’t know he was trade he could see himself hooked up with him. Dre simply stood walking to a less crowded area of the bar. Errol glanced over almost with a look of disbelief. Wendell watched as Dre walked away never looking back. He had heard this cat was tight and it was clear Dre know it. Wendell smiled at the idea of turning this cat out and leaving him sprung as he followed. “So what cha about?” Wendell asked stepping around Dre before he could sit down. Dre watched as Wendell sat on the stool he had planned to sit on.

“I don’t do trade.” Dre replied looking Wendell right in his eyes. “If I ain’t getting head at least you aren’t getting ass, that simply playa.” Wendell dropped his head slightly with a laugh.

“Yo you listen to everything kids say around here?” Wendell wasn’t used to the idea that someone wasn’t up for his game. He also wasn’t going to give up. Dre was right, he was just here for the nut, he didn’t kiss or any of that other gay shit, he was just willing to bust a nut where ever he could when his girl got her ass up on her back. “I mean no I ain’t here looking for love, but yo what I do I am sure will be more then enough to keep you happy.” He said taking Dre’s hand and sliding it inside his own pants. Dre smiled as he caressed the soft dick of Wendell. Dre stepped forward between Wendell’s legs as his hand stroked Wendell to a full erection. Wendell smiled as he looked into Dres eyes. “Just think about how that will feel gunning you down after you get it all wet sucking and pulling on it.” Dre smiles as he keeps stoking Wendell who starts to breathe a little heavier. “Yo kid I hope you plan to finish this.” Dre stopped pulling his hand from Wendell’s pants tasting the pre-cum.

“Follow me.” Dre says as the finger exits his mouth with a slight sucking sound. Dre glanced towards Errol who looks a little shocked as Dre and Wendell leave the club. Dre walks to his truck Wendell follows with a smile knowing he has gotten what he wanted. Dre was the kind of guy he really wanted that cocky fag who didn’t understand he was still a cock-sucking bitch. As Wendell got in Dre pointed towards the back seat and Wendell simply hopped to the first row of seat in the Expedition. Dre knelled between the seats pulling down the shorts of Wendell and his boxers. Dre began to play with the base of Wendell’s nut sack causing his dick to almost spring right up. Dre flicks his tongue across the head then suddenly Wendell grabs the back of his head and forces him down.

“Yo, don’t play suck that my shit.” Dre begin to suck like he had never sucked before. His tongue darting all over all 11 inches of Wendell’s shaft, as Wendell begins to moan his hand moving to the back of Dre’s neck his hips trusting forward. Dre enjoyed the energy Wendell was putting off. It was pure aggression as Wendell fucked his face harder and harder. Dre could feel his control over this whole thing getting tighter. Suddenly Wendell leaned forward straddling Dre’s head pushing it against the floor and his dick exploded in Dre’s mouth. Load after load of cum filled his mouth as Wendell moaned loudly. “Agh SHIT.” He said sitting back on the seat his head falling back. Dre spit into the ashtray quickly more then a little pissed off.

“You trying to choke a nigga!” Dre said as Wendell looked down at him wiping his mouth.

“You know you liked that shit bitch.” He said smiling “That was hot as all shit kid.” He went on leaning forward kissing Dre on the foreheads. “Sorry yo, got carried away.” He said seeing Dre’s annoyance as Dre slipped to the driver’s seat. “Yo what about me drilling that ass?” Dre looked over at him as he fixed his pants. “Yea,” Dre said starting the truck “but not here.”

As they walked into Dre’s loft Wendell was mostly shocked. The place was unlike anywhere he had seen before. This surely wasn’t where he had grown up, and it wasn’t where he had expected. As the door closed Wendell pushed Dre against the wall behind the door and seems to show passion he hasn’t before. His hands run all over Dre’s body as he puts his arms around Dre’s neck almost chocking him as he uses his other hand to undo Dres pants and the fall to the floor. He bites on the back of Dres neck as he seems to be over come by something more primal then himself. Dre turns final returning a few of the bites before speaking “Not here hold up a sec.” Wendell backed off as she slipped out of his shoes and Dre walked up the stairs leading to his bedroom. “Give me a sec,” he said.

Wendell really liked the place, hell maybe if he turned this cat out right he could hang here for a while, maybe even fuck his girl over there on the couch, yea that would be hot as hell. He turns this cat out, stays for a few days and fucks his girl right there on that couch, the idea made Wendell smiled. “Yo my shit is hard here kid I got shit to do.” He called out.

“Come on up.” Dre replied as Wendell rushed up the steps skipping a few steps. Most his cloths lay up the steps. As he entered the room wearing only the wife beater he was happy to see Dre standing near the bed with nothing on. As he walked towards him Dre simply pushed him to the bed and began to give him head again. DAMN was all Wendell could think as he watched Dre take his entire dick in his mouth. Yea it was hot as hell, but it wasn’t what he wanted. As Dre began to climb up his body Wendell crawled back onto the bed. This cat was different, he was smooth as hell, plus he had everything here. Maybe Wendell would do what it took to really work this one. Dre slowly slid the condom onto Wendell’s rock hard 11-inch dick.

The smile on Wendell’s face was that of a king. As Dre slowly lowered his perfect body, slowly he took all of Wendell inside of him. As He rolled his hips Wendell braced his hands on them and seemed to enjoy the fact Dre took all of him without more then a moan of pleasure. Dre enjoyed the idea of what was happening more then the event, but hell it was good. Wendell’s trust where well timed and Dre hadn’t been with a good aggressive top in a while and Wendell proved that if you wanted just good hard dick that didn’t talk he was perfect.

Wendell sat up wrapping his arms around Dre and began to pull Dre down by the shoulders trying to get even deeper inside Dre. With Wendell’s face right in his Dre kissed him and Wendell didn’t pull back. Hell his kiss was explosive. As Wendell rolled them over He began to drill Dre like he was trying to break him. Dre had been trying to not make sounds but this was too much as he began to moan. This was hot Dre hadn’t been with someone who was this aggressive ever and as he lay pinned down being fucked he moaned louder and louder as Wendell drove his dick harder and deeper into Dre. For Wendell this was the part he wanted more then anything, this was all about him proving he was more of the man here. For him fuckin’ another guy was about making him his bitch.

As he found himself kissing Dre he wasn’t sure what was happening here but it didn’t matter, he was still the man here, he was after all the one driving his dick into the guts of this bitch laying here moaning like a old hoe. Wendell pulled back bringing Dre to his knees as he trusted harder then he had even with his girl. As Dre moaned Wendell let slip a primal growl as his seed felled the condom and he collapsed onto Dre drained. It was a few moments before Dre got out of the bed and walked to the foot of it. Wendell simply rolled over not thinking much about it. As he felt Dre get back onto the bed he looked towards him only to see Dre’s head about to be buried in his ass. He has never been rimmed before and he sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him. This Cat had been the best one yet; hell Wendell might even make his one regular to see what he could get.

The rush of pleasure Wendell felt come from his asshole was unreal. As Dre’s tongue pressed against the tight hole of Wendell ass he felt all the control slip from Wendell. He had done that which few would believe. First he had kissed Dre, that’s was outside of the normal for his type, and he was sure from the fact that Wendell was in a whole other world right now as his tongue probed deeper and deeper into a hole he could tell nothing had ever entered. As Wendell with every sound expressed how much he was enjoying it with every sound he surrendered more control to Dre. As he began to trust his ass back into Dre’s face his moans got louder and louder.

Dre slowly reached for the lube which he coated his finger with and in an instant everything changed. As Wendell began to grind onto his finger which he had began to slowly insert into this trade ass. As the second entered and Wendell’s body rippled with vibrations from head to toe Dre know he had done it, he had turned out a Trade. As he listened to the thug panting he moved into position and with in a few moments Wendell was trying to crawl away from the dick, which he was, enjoying all too much. Dre placed his hands on Wendell’s shoulders and pulled him back. Wendell’s seemed to loss his mind as he bucked back taking more and more of Dre’s iron rod.

Dre braced himself so that he could ensure that every inch of his dick was inside of Wendell, as he began to drive deeper and deeper inside Wendell simply moaned as the pleasure rushed trough his body Wendell exploded releasing his third nut that night all over the place. Dre followed suit as he pulled out pulling the condom off and sent his seed all over Wendell’s back. As Wendell collapsed Dre simply rolled to his back beside him. “Yo that was unreal,” Wendell said “but you can’t tell a soul about this aight.” He said curling up closer to Dre.

“Fo sho.” Dre said with a slight smile. Wendell got up heading toward the shower. Dre really wanted him to leave but he knew he had to put up with at least a few more hours before this would be over. As he heard the water start as he walked slightly down the steps stopping to pick up Wendell’s wallet. As he looked trough the photos he stopped on one, which read “To my baby daddy.” He smiled to himself as he turned to see what she looked like. As he looked at her picture he could only fall to the floor and begin to laugh. Dre replaced the wallet as he stopped laughing and simply walked up the steps and into the bathroom where the shower was still going. He just laughed to himself, looked like he was a mother fucker as well as a father fucked in just two nights.

(One Week Later Better known as the Present)

Dre was proud of himself as he listens to the sound or Wendell yelling as the bouncers kicked him out. He was glad he hadn’t driven other wise he was sure he would be worried his truck was getting fucked up right now. As Errol stepped from around the bar to look at the videotape of Dre fucking the hell out of Wendell he just looked at Dre “You really fuck his baby momma?” Dre smiled and laughed.

“Last week at Insomnia, in the bathroom.” He stated very matter of the fact. He picked up the drink and looked back to the video screen. Well now the other half of the gay men in the city knew what Dre’s ass looked like. Errol laughed as he shock his head. “You went way over board with this one Dre, you shouldn’t have taped it.”

“He came in my mouth.” Dre said as most the guys stood around looking at the screen Errol stood beside Dre with a looks of dismay. He sipped on his drink as Dre watched the enjoyment the others seem to be getting way to much enjoyment out of the video. Errol went back to tending to the bar as he patted Dre on the back and smiled at him.

“Yo.” A voice said from behind. Dre turned and there stood Martice just looking at him. “Got a sec?” he asked. Dre paused, he wasn’t sure where he wanted this to go.

Pt 3
The sounds of “Karma” playing from the CD player made this seem like a bad idea as Dre looked into his review mirror at the car following him. He should have just had this talk at the club, but he wanted to give this one a little more respect then other had been given. “Why do you care?” he asked him self as the words of the song which didn’t really relate to this problem keep ringing over and over in his head. As he parked on the street he paused for just a moment to think about how to handle this problem but he realized he would just play it like he did everything else, by ear.

As Martice watched Dre get out of his car and simply start across the street towards the apartment building he wasn’t sure if he was ready for this. This guy had blown his mind with only a few touches and kisses and now he was following him around like some wounded fuckin puppy, he know he respected himself more then this so it was time to show it. He was after all more then just some nigga, with the corn rows that zigzagged trough his hair and a smile that melted both men and women, he know he could pull anyone he wanted and maybe it was time this nicca know it as well. Dre stood holding the door as Martice walked pass him and into the building, he was in charge not Dre. Dre just smiled as he noticed the change in the younger man.

He was trying to put on airs, but Dre know they would melt away with a simply kiss, hell he didn’t even have to go that far, he could simply lean in and he know he would watch that innocent boy would come right out. As the door of the elevator closed Dre pushed Martice back against the wall and stepped in his lips only moments from Martices. As one exhaled the other inhaled and there was a slight charge there as Dre’s lips touched Martice, his tongue slipping past his lips and even the soft full lips of his pray. Dre stepped in even closer until their bodies touched and as his hand slide into the sweat pants Martice was wearing he could feel the iron be hidden within them. As he pulled back he noticed that Martice wasn’t in that place the last kiss had left him in. “If you think you did anything for me a cold breeze couldn’t have, you are wrong.” Martice said as he looked down. The doors opened as Dre stepped back and Martice stepped around him walking out. He was for real he wasn’t falling for the bull this time. Dre smiled a cocky smile as he laughed to himself. It was kind of amusing that the young boy was trying to act like he knows how the game was played. Dre know he would have this kid on his knees within a few minutes, maybe he would break the rules just to put this one back in his place.

The apartment looked the same but he didn’t allow himself to be awed by it this time. The smell of papaya hit his nose causing a slight smile as he heard the door close. “May I get you something?” Dre asked walking toward the kitchen dropping his keys on the table. The simple look of black jeans and a wife beater looked good on him. He still was sexy even as Martice tried to over look it. See Dre was a player, and he didn’t try to hide it but Martice didn’t understand how he had just tossed him out of here, like he was some child who didn’t know what he was getting himself into.

“No I am fine.” Martice replied as he sat on the couch, he couldn’t help but remember what had happen just a few feet away and even right where he was sitting. It had been right here where he had taken Dre’s manhood deep into his mouth and rolled his tongue around its head causing quakes of pleasure to run up and down his spine. As Dre walked out sitting down beside his guest, Martice tried to wipe the smile off his face and look at Dre.

“Yes you are, and you can try to hide what you where thinking but I know.” There is was that air that Dre had which seem to lure men to him. “The stunt in the Elevator was cute but you and I both know you are here because you want to finish what he started.” Dre leaned forward.

“No see that’s where you are wrong Dre, I am here because I plan on fuckin you.” With those words a Martice kissed Dre. He was more aggressive this time he was more in charge. The kiss started very sweet but after a few moments Martice bit Dres lower lip pulling back causing a slight pain but nothing major. Dre smiled for a moment as Martice Reached over grabbing the back of his head and pushed his mouth towards the grey sweats he was wearing. Martice’s grip was tight and he didn’t seem to have that air that said he wasn’t sure of himself. As Dre removed the rock hard dick of Martice only to slowly accept it into his mouth he was shocked and surprised as the aggression. Martice began to control the pace by only allowing Dre to come up so far and then pushing him back down, the sound of slurping could be heard as Dre slide up and down each time sucking harder and harder soon Martice was pushing himself deeper and deeper into Dres mouth until he could feel the bend, Dre didn’t seem to mind as he tightened his mouth around Martice and began to act as if he was swallowing, ripples of pleasure rushed trough first his legs and then up his spine Martice went to pull Dre off to express what he couldn’t form the words to say, but Dre stayed and accepted the explosions of seed which rushed forth from the rock hard dick in his mouth. Dre wasn’t sure if he should break the rule he was now thinking to break but it seemed as if he had already made up his mind as he leaned back looking at Martice still in a state of shock.

“Let’s go up to the bedroom.” Dre said as he stood slipping out of his jeans. He turned Martice in follow and started up the stairs. It wasn’t half way up that he felt Martice place his hand around his waist and step close enough he could feel his still hard dick pressing against his ass.

“I told you I planed on fucking you.” He said as his body began to lower and suddenly his tongue began to probe as Dre’s ass checks. Feeling himself pushed forward onto the steps Dre was surprised at the idea that this virgin planed to fuck him, there was no way that was happening, but soon he would find the wet feel of Martices tongue inside of his ass was a bit much for him to fight. As Martice sunk his tongue deeper and deeper into Dre’s asshole soon beginning to suck and slightly bite at the areas Dre found the pleasure unreal. The pain ever so slight was part of a larger more perfect pleasure which over came him. Each bite or suck or trust caused him to moan a bit loader and loader until he was lost in the moment and didn’t even notice the replacement of Martice’s tongue with two fingers darting rapidly in and out of his tight ass. Martice had come along way in a short time; he had come into his own confidence.

The moan that exited Dre’s mouth as Martice slide all of himself balls deep into Dre was unlike any sound he had made before, right there on the steps his knees on slightly braced Martice began to drive himself inside of Dre deeper and harder then other in the past had. His hand slowly slide up to Dres shoulder as he pulled back forcing himself even deeper. The quake of Dre’s legs as they began to shiver caused his muscles to tighten increasing the enjoyment for Martice and he gripped Dres hip and began to bang his back out. Dre could keep the sounds in as the slapping of Matrices hips into his ass made sound after sound after sound. Soon Martice pulled Dre up and sunk his teeth into his neck. It was more then a bite it was animal like aggression as Martice bite down and Dre loved it more and more with each bite or even to say gnaw. Still forcing his manhood up into Dre Martice’s hands made their way around to Dres also rock hard dick and he began to jack him off, Dre was lost in the moment like he had left so many others. Each trust forward caused the soft yet tight touch of Martice to jack his dick and each trust hit that spot inside of him that cause pleasure to rush forward, he was on fire. Until finally he tightened every muscle in his body and released a moan which everyone on that floor could hear. One after another hot streams of cum hit the carpeted steps each load smaller then the one before it, but even as he collapsed Martice keep going, pounding his ass harder and harder. Now the pain wasn’t like pleasure, Dre could only take it at this point not having the energy or real want to stop him. For what felt like hours Martice keep putting meat in his back harder and harder until finally he drove as deep into and hard into Dre as he could. You could almost hear a low growl before he collapsed on top of Dre. Dre wanted to say something, but he still couldn’t. So for the moment they just laid there together.


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