Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 23:54:31 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: livid

"Yo, I comin', I'm comin', dammit!" I yelled, as I made my way towards my
apartment door.
Some asshole was pounding on it like he were a bounty hunter. I was in
the mist of showering when the banging started. I was still covered in
soap suds as I walked down the hall to the foyer, dripping wet in my navy
blue terry-cloth towel.

I reached for the door knob, and opened it just wide enough to peek out.
It was that fucking Dorell. His girlfriend -Karon and I were best
friends. Dorell was an asshole, and I was always telling Karon to dump
his ignorant ass. She was a beautiful girl, and could get any man she
wanted, literally. I didn't understand what she saw in a loser like him.
Well, I kinda understood. She had told me that the homeboy had
"dick4day", and really knew how to lay some "good pipe".
She finally must have taken my advice, as he was here now looking for
her.

"Wheres Karon?!" he asked, busting past me as I opened the door, smashing
me between the door and the wall.

"Where's who?" I asked, smart-assed as usual.

"You know who, you fuckin... Karon! Where she at?" he huffed.

"She's not here!" I yelled back, slamming the door shut and following him
into my living room.

"Then where the fuck is she?!" he asked, stopping in his tracks to look
around. "I know you know where she at!"

"How the hell would I know,-?" I asked angrily. "-she's not my
girlfriend!"
Dorell looked at me cross, like he wanted to slap my cross-eyed with his
bare hand.

There was never any love loss between us. He didn't like me, and I
certainly didn't like him. I secretly wished he would hit me, so I'd have
an excuse to scratch his eyes out.
I wasn't a big guy, just 5' 7", 140 lbs, brown complexed, short naturally
curly hair, clean shaven, tight body and a fat booty. Dorell was about 5'
11", 190, dark skin, cornrows, thin mustache, and bow legs. He had what
Karon called "a temper", and from what I've heard on the streets, had the
skills to back it up. But I was never one to back down from a fight. If
Dorell thought his reputation was gonna keep me from putting him in his
place, he was sadly mistaken.

"You know every damn thing else thats going on in our private lives, why
don't you know this one?" he asked as he checked out my bedroom for his
girlfriend.
I didn't appreciate him storming around my apartment like he was the
police looking for a missing person.

"What you lookin' for? I told you she's not here!" I yelled as I followed
him in. Dorell ignored me, checking the closets. "What the hell would she
be doing in there?" He ignored me again and checked the bathroom next. I
was on his heels like inspector-12.

"What did you do to her this time?" I asked, knowing it would get his
goat. "Get caught with another woman again? Take her car without asking
again? Borrow money from her purse and conveniently forget to replace
it... again?"
Dorell turned and looked at me like he wanted to set my cute lil' ass on
fire. I stood my ground and looked at him as if to say: "don't eeeven try
it, cuz I will scratch yur eyeballs right outta yur head and place 'em on
display ontop my mantle for any future assholes to take heed!!!"

He pushed past me and escaped the bathroom. I followed close behind,
determined to make him regret ever stepping foot in my apartment. He'd
only been here once in the 2 years they've dated, and that was when they
first met. Karon had brung him over from her apartment down the hall to
meet me, after telling me all these wonderful things about him. But apon
entering my apartment, it was obvious that Karon had forgot to tell him
that I was gay, because the brotha looked as if she'd just introduced him
to a talking cock-roach or something.
After giving me such attitude, he was never invited, nor did he ever want
to come back again. Until now.

"Fuck you Imir!" he said in response to my inquiries.
Yeh, very imaginative I know.

"I bet you'd like to, but I don't do assholes, just dick." I said,
smartassed and almighty.
Dorell looked totally disgusted.

"You so fuckin' gay!" he complained. "Only a BITCH would say some shit
like dat!"

"Suck my dick muthafucker! Is that MAN enuff for you?!" I asked instead.
Dorell grabbed me by my neck, and shoved me across the room so hard that
I fell backwards over the arm of the couch, flipping my legs up overhead
and losing the terry cloth towel in the process. My privates were
immediately exposed. I flipped over on my stomach as I tried to right
myself quickly, but Dorell was ontop of me even quicker then a 18 year
old sailor on with his first hooker.

He grabbed me by the hair from behind, and held me tight in his clutches.
I grabbed his wrist to try to wrench myself free, but he was too strong,
too determined, and too butch. He squeezed my head like a mellon.

"I could fuck you up right now, you lil' pussy!" he whispered through
clinched teeth. I could feel his top half on my back. "I don't like you
anyway. Whats to keep me from breakin' yur faggot fuckin' neck right
now?"
I didn't say anything. Dorell was stronger than I gave him credit for. I
played submissive, hoping he'd realize I didn't intend to fight him.
Hoping he'd give up and go home. But Dorell had another plan, he had
become drunk with power and the adrenalin had him thinking nasty
thoughts.

"Yeh faggot, now what'cha got to say, huh?" he asked, gripping me
tighter. "You ain't nothing but a lil' bitch-ass pussy, ain't chu?!" He
was so close that I could feel tiny drops of spit exit his mouth and land
on my left facial cheek.
I didn't say anything. I refused to speak. Refused to cry. I was afraid
he might use what I say as an excuse to beat the living hell out of me.
Dorell didn't say anything more for afew seconds. He held his position,
but seemed somewhat distracted. I felt his grip on my head loosen, but
the grip on the back of my neck held firm, keeping me crotched over the
sofa.

"Yeh..." he said, this time in a softer tone. "...you just like a bitch,
your skins all soft n'shit. I bet you give good head too don't cha?" he
asked. I was stunned, speechless. I didn't know how to react or respond.
He spun me around, shoving me down to the floor on my ass, my face was
crotch level with his zipper.

Dorell gripped his dick through his pants, and massaged himself an
erection infront of me. He was nolonger holding me in place. I was now
paralized as I looked up from his crotch, into his face. The evil gleam
in his eyes told me what I was instore for.

"We gonna see just how good that pussy-boy mouth of yours is. Ain't that
right bitch?"
I had to admit, Dorell was fine as shit. He reminded me of one of those
famous basketball players I keep seeing on t.v. but can never name since
I'm not into sports. He was definately a "doer", but his personality is
what sucked. When I first met him, I wanted to drop to my knees and bury
my cute face in his crotch and suck him dry, but then he opened his
mouth, and ruined the fantasy.
Now, it was about to happen.

He let go of me, telling me to stay put, while he slowly opened his
pants. My own dick started to rise up hard between my legs as Dorell
pulled his free from his shorts. I nearly fainted when I saw the size of
it come into view. Karon had told me on numberous occasions about how
well endowed Dorell was, but I always refused to see past his arrogance.

Dorell massaged the swelling phallus with his hand, aiming it towards my
face. I'd sucked some big dicks in my time (my ex, of whom I broke up
with last year was 9 and a half inches of pure bliss. And let me tell
you, that motherfucker liked to fuck -everyday!), but Dorell's dick
messured 10 to 11 inches easily. It looked like someone was behind him,
reaching their arm at me from between his legs. Forreal.
The shocked expression on my face must have been music to his ears.

Dorell leaned forward, his dick coming within a 1/2 inch of my face.
"So you gonna suck it bitch? You've been wanting to all this time. I can
tell by the way you been looking at me. Like girls do, when they want me
up in their pussies. You just like one of them, ain't chu?"

I didn't deny it. I simply stayed put while D' shoved his dickhead up to
my mouth. The head touched my lips, and I instinctively opened them to
allow him in. I hated myself for not being stronger and trying to resist,
if only for my friendship with Karon's sake.

"Yeh..." Dorell cooed, once he felt the wetness of my mouth.
He placed his hand immediately to my head, guiding it back and forth on
his dick. Making me "take it deeper" on every downstroke.

My mouth conformed to Dorell's dick. Molding around it like slick wet
putty. With half his piece in my mouth, and the head bumping into the
start of my throat, I was glad that I'd spent the majority of my teens
getting plenty of dick sucking practice by the guys in my old
neighborhood.
Dorell felt the head bump the start of my throat, but kept on drilling
deeper, confident that I'd be able to "take it".

"Yeh bitch, suck it all the way down." he ordered, adding pressure to the
back of my head.
I relaxed my throat, and let him slowly slide the head down into my it.
Dorell gasped involuntarily when he felt his rod slipping into my throat
inch by long probing thick inch.

I tilted my head backward, to angile my throat along with the shape of
his penis, then suddenly felt his balls rest on my chin.
"Dayum." he moaned in pleasant surprise. "I knew your ass would be a damn
good dick-sucker."

I didn't comment. I couldn't, my mouth was over stuffed by 11 inches of
thick primed FDA approved grade-A madd cow beef. I simply sucked on that
lovely long black pole like Dorell was my long lost love. I completely
forgot about my best friend, as her boyfriend started to shove his dick
back and forth across my tonsils.

I couldn't believe I was sucking something this big. I thought I'd found
my person private heaven, and was on my way to an erotic bliss as
Dorell's dick sled directly down into my throat, purposely cutting off my
breath everytime it sank in ball deep.

Dorell enjoyed my good deep throat capabilies, I knew. Karon had told me
on occasions, that she had vomitted twice trying to acommodate Dorell's
large appendage. I on the other hand, had no such handicap having had
much practice swollowing plenty of dicks at all the gay pride parties I
attended in Ny, DC and Hotlanta.
I felt him grab me about the head, and really start to force feed me his
massive meat.

"Yeh, take that shit." he said, face-fucking me with the complete length
of his monster dong.
I looked down at the dick of death cross-eyed. I could see the base and
much of the shaft as it withdraw from the depths of my throat, only to
see it disappear as it slowly sled back in out of sight. The thick colume
of dark flesh glistened with the clear shine of my spit that coated it.

"Yeh, that's it, I'm getting close..." he announced, fucking my face
deeper. All I could do was sit there with my jaws open as wide as I
could, while he see-sawed himself in and out of my throat. I could tell
by the way his dick had started pulsating, that he was closing in on
orgasm.

"Aww shit man,-" he gasped, picking up the pace as his dick moved faster
over my throat glands. I had to fight to keep from gaging and
interrupting his flow, I really wanted him to enjoy this ride as much as
I was. "-deep throat that big dick, baby!" he said, his entire demeanor
changing before my eyes. I knew it would only be until he blew his load,
then it'd be back to the name calling and hateful glances.

Taking my head by both hands, Dorell fucked my mouth like a professional
face-fucker, impelling me repeatedly on his long thick pole. Spit dripped
freely down from the corners of my mouth, onto my naked chest. My own
hardon was sticking up straight from my crotch. I was afraid to touch it,
as I was so close to popping off a load myself.

"Aww shit, Imir, I'm about to nutt boyee...! Here it cums!!" he yelled,
shooting his hot thick load into my open throat with abundance. A river
of hot cum gushed down the back of my throat in heavy spurts, coating and
lining my aching gullet with his salty slick baby making sperm. I drank
it all as fast as possible, feeling it seap down into my stomach like
creamy rich sauce. My own dick erupted its juices all over my carpet as
soon as I touched it.

"Yeh..." moaned Dorell, pausing briefly before pulling his softening dick
from the deep depths of my pallet. "This'll just be between us, right?"
he asked, tucking his shrinking dick back into his pants.

I licked the remaining drops of his juice from the corners of my mouth.
"Yeah, sure." I said, wondering if Karon would even believe me if I told
her.

Without saying another word, he quietly turned and walked out the front
door. I reached down between my legs, my middle finger finding the not so
tight pucker of my asshole. It pushed in easily. I wondered how that big
11 incher would feel shoved deep in my bowels. Hopefully Karon would
disappear again soon, and I'll find out.