Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2009 11:24:45 -0800 (PST) From: Floyd Fowler Subject: Laying Pipe pt. 3 This story involves language of a vivid and explicit nature if you do not wish to read such language. This story involves male on male sexual activities including but not limited to anal and oral sex. This story involves sex between two consenting men. This story is sexual in nature and if you don't wish to view such materials or if it is illegal for you to view such materials please exit the page. I want to thank every1 for their emails... they help get the job done a lil quicker. Now... Laying Pipe Pt: 3 - Darren Smalls I twist the knob and pull back the door with a small grin on my face. Clarence glares at me. His eyebrows are pulled down and his fist is clenched... again. This nigga is getting on my fucking nerves with the im-gone-fuck-you-up poses. Then he sees his brother's body. As Carter smiles that beautiful lopsided smile I watch Clarence looks at the red hand print on Carter's midsection with an expression that screams what-the-fuck. The boxers Carter wears cover the worst of the other red mark although it creeps up his lower back a little. Carter smiles for a moment. Then he looks down and sees the red marks. He does a double take as he looks at the red marks that fit my hand perfectly before giving me this fine ass grin. I guess he's pleased. Clarence stares bullets into me. I ignore him and take a deep breath. The room smells like heaven. My stomach rumbles as I realize this nigga didn't go to Chipotle, his ass went to Pizza Hut. There's three large pizzas sitting on the edge of the desk. As I reach for them Clarence snatches all three into the air. My shoulders drop and I look at him. I can't help teasing him. He got that nigga-are-you-fucking-crazy look on his face. I give him a smile and watch him roll his eyes and hand me the food. There aren't any plates in the room so I just pick out a piece before handing the box to Carter. "Dude... you's a nasty nigga." he says while watching me shove half a pepperoni pizza into my mouth. "Nigga calm down, I like it rough." Carter interjects like he`s trying to stop a fight. I start choking on a slice of pepperoni. This nigga thinks Clarence is talking about us. Boy I I love this kid. "Nigga I don't want to even think about how rough you like it!" He snaps at his brother with a disgusted grimace. I can't believe Carter just said that. Lil bit is too silly. "E was shtalking bout me eashing." (translation: he was talking about me eating) I say around a mouthful of supreme, having moved onto my third piece. "Damn baby slow down." Carter says as I pick up another piece. I almost choke on the supreme. "Fucking Nigga!" Clarence snaps, "I don't wanna hear that bull shit!" Carter looks confused again, "Aye lil bit, chill." Carter just sits next to me with his piece of supreme. He doesn't eat like me and Clarence. He takes a bite and chews. I'm glad he doesn't pick shit off the supreme, what's the point of pickig up the pizza if you don't like everything on it? All in all, I'm pleased with my little bitty dick warmer. Seconds later Clarence speaks up, "Man sorry but I gotta ask... Are you all the way gay?" Carter makes a noise, "or are you one of them double dipping niggas?" That's a stupid question. It's been many a time I done kicked his ass out because I had a chick I wanted to smash. So I give him a look before answering, "Double dipper you stupid nigga." He shoves a supreme slice into his mouth. I look over at Carter. He's sitting funny, like he's trying to take the weight off his raw ass. Apparently Clarence notices it too because he rises off his bed and tags me in the chest. Fucking bastard... I didn't even see him get up. It hurts a little. Feels like all the air just got shoved out my chest but from the fact that it doesn't hurt as much as it did when we had that fight I know he's just playing. I punch his ass back, aiming for his shoulder. We be hitting each other pretty hard. Carter flings himself between us. He stands with his back to Clarence, staring up at me like I've just broken his heart and he's gone fuck me up for it. He really thinks we fighting. I know what it looks like but... it ain't that big a deal. Clarence and I fall out giggling like a bunch of girls. Carter looks at us like we're crazy and just stands there between us. After we explain to him that this is how me and Clarence talk to each other he rolls his eyes and lets out a chuckle. Then Clarence sees the red creeping up from beneath his brother's boxers. He stands up and takes me by the arm, his hands are fucking tight. Then he turns Carter and points. "Be gentle you fucking bitch." he commands in that firm voice. I love it when he does that but... fuck all that shit he ain't bout to tell me what to do with my Lil bit. "Clarence..." Carter starts. "Put on yo fucking clothes." "It doesn't even hurt..." Carter protests. "Nigga... you can't even sit the fuck down!" "Clarence chill, he like it." I tell him. First time we talked about Carter I thought he hated gay people. From last time I got the impression that his brother being gay wasn't a problem. It turns out Clarence is just a softy for the little nigga... so I see why he's all twisted out of shape. That shit would look real bad to a strait nigga. Clarence seems to give up, grabbing another pizza and flopping down on his bed. Carter slides his arm around my shoulders while looking at Clarence, "Do you mind?" he asks his big brother. Clarence rolls his eyes and keeps eating his pizza. Carter slides onto my lap. He wiggles around until he's comfortable. A soft, "mmm." escapes my lips as he grinds against my sensitive dick. I can see his light colored shaft through the hole in his boxers. Clarence goes limp again and lets out this groaning sound. Looks like Carter enjoys pushing his brother's buttons. So we hang out for the rest of the day. Clarence ignores Carter's little lovey-dovey gestures. Carter keeps kissing me, turning his little rump towards me and (my favorite) sitting on my lap. He does it to mess with Clarence and Clarence just lets him do it. I can't complain. Shit is funny too. I get to know Lil bit a little better too. We did talk a lot the first time but now he's telling about life in the closet. He's full out gay, hates pussy. "When did you know you were... you know" he has trouble saying gay for some reason. I can honestly say it irks the hell outta me but... whatever. He's sitting behind me right now with his arms wrapped around my waist. "I knew when I was little." I tell him. I leave out the part about how I'd brag about my size and make the other kindergarteners whip out their stuff. Or about how I'd always dared guys to run around naked somewhere so I could catch a glimpse of a nigga's ass, "How did you know?" "I just didn't like girls." He says before looking at Clarence who isn't even pretending not to listen, "I think Clarence knew before I did. He used to make me do boy stuff when I was little. He used to tell me to stop starring at other guys all the time. I never thought I was gay, just knew I liked the way guys look. Then he brought over one friend when I was in middle school. Clarence who was that?" Clarence looks at me for a moment. Like he's scarred to say who it is. "Who the fuck was it?" I snap after a few seconds of him being a bitch and not answering Lil bit's question. "It was Darren Smalls." he damn near whispers. I feel the sneer on my face as soon as he speaks. My hands even clench into a fist as I sit there with Carter laying his head against my muscular back. I fucking hate Darren Smalls. "You cool?" Clarence asks. I shake my head. Clarence already knows I fucking hate that bitch ass nigga. I don't want to think about that fucking bastard right now. I can't help it though and soon my dick is completely limp between my legs. Then Lil bit notices the change and lets me go, reaching up to turn my head towards him. I resist and he keeps pulling until I let my head turn. I glare back at him and see the scared look in his eyes. I try to soften my features as I look at him. I remind myself it's not his fault, he doesn't know. "Dude you need some alone time?" Clarence asks. "Do you mean do we need some alone time?" Carter shoots back at him. "Sorry Carter..." I won't be able to do anything with him for a while anyway. "Baby what's wrong?" Carter asks me. "Let it go Car." Clarence says as if he understands why I'm so fucking mad. I take a deep breath as I look into Carter's face. He real sexy but if I'm honest he don't come close to Darren. So I take another deep breath and kiss those sexy lips. He melts into me. I push my tongue into his mouth and he moans against my lips. Clarence clears his throat, standing near the door with his keys in his hand, "C'mon Carter... lets get you home." Carter's eyebrows pull down. His nose turns up and he opens his mouth to tell Clarence he doesn't want to go home yet but I place a hand on his stomach, "I'll see you tomorrow." I tell him. Carter looks like I just slapped the shit out of him. I can't help it. I'm so pissed off and there's no reason for it. No fucking reason except that nigga, and that's not a good enough reason to hurt Carter. I stand up and pull him out the bed. As I pull the nigga up I realize I'm developing a soft spot for Lil bit. Not a sexual soft spot either, it's like seeing him get hurt hurts me. It could be just because he's my best friend's little brother but then why am I doing this? Sorry Clarence but I gotta make him feel good before he leaves. So I pull him into my arms and rub down his back. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and I turn into his neck. Clarence cusses but I ignore him as I suck hard on Carter's neck until there's a fat ass dark brown suck mark. Then I bite the center of it and feel Carter's body spasm slightly in my arms. His dick pokes into mine and I feel the stirring in my stomach. My dick responds feebly. Then I let him go, "Tomorrow..." I remind him. Carter smiles, those full yellow boy lips are hot as fuck. He smiles lopsided as he slowly walks towards Clarence holding onto my arm as long as he can as he slides away from me. Then they're gone. That fake ass smile drops as soon as the door shuts. I lock the door then drop into the bed. That punk ass nigga's cocky ass smile is all I can see. I lay there, being assaulted by memories of things I wish had never happened. I had been sixteen. Clarence and I were mad because we only had gym together. Anyway three days in he introduces me to this guy. Darren Smalls was one of those smooth voiced cocoa niggas with braids. His arms was covered with thick veins and muscle but he was smaller than the other players because he concentrated on running and played multiple positions. He was the star of the football team and had the most perfect ass I had ever seen. So after Clarence introduced us I started noticing I had a lot of classes with Darren who was two years older and a Junior (Dumb nigga flunked fifth grade). We hung out a lot, he was my stand in for Clarence who I never saw outside of school back then. He was the perfect stand in too. He liked to touch me a lot. We'd wrestle, which made both of us hard as fuck but it makes all guys hard if they did it like us. Grabbing any and everything to gain the upper hand, even balls and ass. He was a lot stronger than me and won most of the time. He'd wrap his arms around my shoulders from behind and cover my eyes saying, "Guess who." Since I was a virgin back then I'd get excited as fuck. Having that body behind me pressing his muscle etched chest into my back made my cringe every time he did it. His voice gave him away every time and soon (even though a lot of girls and guys did this to me) I could tell when it was him by the feel of his body. I'd guess wrong a few times to keep him there before getting it right so that people wouldn`t be suspicious. His smile had me hanging off his every word. His teeth were perfect and his lips were hot as fuck when they spread into that wide grin he always wore. So I was hooked. I hung out with Clarence as much as I could but soon Clair-Bear stopped being my favorite wet dream. Darren's ass and dick (I didn't really care which I'd get) invaded my thoughts all the fucking time. I wanted that nigga so bad I could taste it. Then came the day. Half way into the year he tells me that his parents are going out of town and said I could spend the night while they're gone if I wanted to. They had already met me a few times and knew me by name. They treated me like I was their son too, something I hadn't experienced from my busy single father. I was in love with Darren and his family was in love with me. So of course I said yes. I was so hot and horny for Darren I would've striped naked in the middle of a school assembly and stuck my dick into his ass on stage. Nigga had me on a leash for real. So the weekend came and I was at his big ass house. Darren's mom was a teacher and his father was a cop so they had a lot of money. Darren even had his own fucking bathroom. If I hadn't been hanging off that nigga's every word I would've been jealous as hell. The first night Darren tells me his parents room is off limits so I gotta sleep in the bed with him. I think I thanked God and every angel in heaven as I prayed before bed. I had been first in the shower and I was feeling too good as I snuggled into the bed and waited for him to finish using his personal shower. As I laid there my nose detected something. I could smell a slightly musky scent and his cologne. The smell alone made my dick stand on end. That nigga smelled real tasty. I began rubbing my dick through my pants as I closed my eyes and just breathed it all in. I heard his hand on the door knob and pulled my hand up just in time. There he stood. I almost came on myself as I stared at him. He was oily from head to toe and wearing absolutely nothing. His long snake of a dick swung between his legs as he walked towards his dresser to pull out some sleeping clothes. I couldn't take my eyes off him. It was like his dick was hypnotizing me or something. Even as he turned away I stared at his ass. I even sat up to get a better look. I felt the wet spot spreading where pre cum was leaking out of me. His ass was firm as fuck, looked like you could stand on it and it wouldn't give way at all. As he bent low his cheeks parted and I just starred and starred at his crack. Man I was so fucking horny. I needed to beat off so bad but I couldn't move. I looked at the fringe of hair, the perfectly chissled buns and finally at the actual hole that was the object of my wettest wet dreams. It was so... tight. Darker than the rest of his body like his sac. He stood up and I turned away as fast as I could. There I am. I'm this gay sixteen year old guy with a hard ass dick and no privacy. So I do the most logical thing, I lie and say I have to use the bathroom. With my legs squeezing the tip of my down with a left hook curved dick I walked towards where he stood. Darren opens the door and shuts it for me. I sit on the toilet. My pants are kicked off in a rush right before my boxers. I couldn't get `em off fast enough. I spread my legs wide and slid down the toilet seat a little. With one leg on the sink and the other keeping me from falling on the floor I took my fat dick (I was renowned for having the biggest sophomore dick) and began jacking for all I was worth. I thought about Clarence first, I always did. Then seconds later Darren's smooth lips were wrapped around my pole in my head. I wanted those lips so bad I nearly came before my mind moved on to that sexy ass. Then I thought about it. I didn't think about having my dick in it, I didn't think about him playing with his ass. I just remembered seeing it and smelling him all around me and I lost it. I opened my eyes and there he was. Did I panic? Of course I fucking panicked. I had cum so hard I shot up my stomach, the wall and landed on the floor as I let go of my dick mid spurt. I was scarred and geared up to fight just in case he put two and two together. I was fucking sixteen and a nigga I didn't fucking know too good had caught me busting a nut all over his bathroom floor. As I fumbled and tried to make excuses he just touched my bare stomach where there was a streak of creamy nut. I stopped talking as he pulled up his hand and began playing with the white mess between his fingers. He squished and stretched it between his thumb and index finger. My dick swelled back up instantly as he rubbed it around his finger. Then he stuck that finger in his mouth and I almost came on him. I don't really remember what he said to me after that. I remember just listening to his voice. I remember telling him I wanted to fuck him. He said he wanted to fuck me. I don't know how I ended up being the bottom but after we decided he pulled me into the room. He pushed me into the bed and began kissing me as he stripped off his pants that he had just put on. He towered over me and I thought `This is it... I'm about to get fucked by Darren Smalls!' He smiled that sexy smile and leaned in to kiss me. That was the first disappointment. He was a terrible kissers but I've found out since then that he wasn't a terrible kisser, I just kiss like a top and so does he. Somebody has to submit to the other or it ends up feeling awkward. I was too ready too. I had read all these internet articles about anal sex. I knew to relax and breathe. I knew it would hurt but beyond that it would make me cum so hard I'd find it hard to give up. I was so ready for him to fuck me, and use my free time after to figure out how I was going to fuck him. He pushed my back against the bed and straddled my face. If I thought his dick was big before I was terrified by how fucking huge it was when hard. It was curved like mine except his curved up. The huge head was thrust into my face. He used his hand to wipe it across my face and I smelled that scent again. It made my nuts tight. Then he put it on my lips and I opened my mouth. At this stage I hadn't even sucked my finger too much let alone a dick. I still tried to swallow the damn thing. I think it was like twelve or thirteen inches and I didn't even fit five inches in my mouth. I enjoyed the taste though. His dick tasted like candy and I slobbered up and down the four and a half inches I could fit in my mouth. He moaned real loud. I think it was his first blow job. I remembered reading something about balls and I promptly grabbed his, gently of course. He began grinding into my hand and thrusting into my face. His dick forced my jaws open wide and thumped the back of my throat every fucking time he thrusted his hips. I was trapped and yet... I still couldn't believe he was letting me do this for him. I was soo fucking stupid. I tried to start breathing through my nose but my gag reflex was being worked every wrong way. He just kept on despite the scary warning sounds erupting from my full mouth. There with this older nigga plugging my throat with his fat ass dick I began to get scarred. I didn't know what to do. Do I push him off? Do I bite down, cause if it comes down to it I will... but just as I was getting scarred enough to actually do something he stopped. He pulled it out my mouth. "Sorry man... my bad." he said with that luscious grin. As pissed as I had been those words wiped it all away. He took my face and made a whistle noise, "Damn you got some nice eyes." That always confused me. The fucking dark brown... How is that nice? When I look in the mirror I see the eyes every other nigga has. Simone, this chick I used to mess with, told me it wasn't the color that made my eyes `gorgeous'. She said it was because they didn't hide anything and they showed nothing bad. She's a poet. So with his warm hand on my chin I looked into his face. A million thoughts went through my mind at once and he had me. His strong hand pushed me onto my back. My fat dick bobbed back and forth in the air as he took his and sat poised for entry. I kept thinking breath and relax over and over again. His head touched me and I forced myself to calm down. His precum wet my entrance and I took a deep breath. It felt a lot bigger than it looked. Then he pushed forward. He didn't do it gently, he didn't even stop when it got too hard to go forward. As my ass was ripped apart I clenched down tight and let out this loud ass yelp. If his parents had been home I'd have woke up everybody. Luckily for him they wasn't. "Sloooowww." I wined, not in the good way. So I'm screaming as his huge monster fills my ass. I couldn't see it. I could only grit my teeth and release little groans and yelps as his hips pushed his huge dick into me. It just kept coming. It was like some never ending water hose from hell spewing hot lava into me as it slid in. "Shit nigga slow down." I groaned. He just took my hands and began holding me down. "Fuck that... you taking this." he said while smiling down at me like I was his property or something. It started feeling like glass was slicing my insides apart. "Darren pleeeeeaaaaase." I begged, unable to get away because of his tight grip. He ignored me and kept going. I could feel tears sliding down my face but that was background noise. He had started to withdraw. I thought he was going to stop himself like before when he had nearly choked me. "Maaan that shit is too fucking..." I was going to say big but his dick never left my ass. He was just pulling back for another thrust. Then the shards of glass returned and I swear I almost blacked out. He let my hands go and I swear I was gone fight for my ass. His dick left so I let my arms and legs go limp, thinking he was done. I was ready to cuss that punk ass nigga out. I was trying to catch my breath so I could tell him how much I was gone kick his bitch ass. Then I felt his hands on my ankles. Outta no where I was flipped over. Before I knew what was what his weight smashed into my back. Then I felt that monster being pushed into me. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKK!" I screamed. It sounded ugly and gutteral like I was trying to shit but couldn't. His hips kept working. He was going as fast as he could but that was pretty slow. My ass wasn't letting him have any thing, he was just taking it. My mind was reeling as he pounded into me. My ass was stretched wide and my dick was so soft it could have been silly putty. "Darren take it out it huuurrttts." I yelled with my voice failing every time he thrust forward. "Man up you little bitch." he says, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. I took in a mouth full of his covers and tried to position myself in some way that would let him in or let me out. I twisted away and pushed up against him. He just followed me. I couldn't relax and there was nothing I could do to get him off. Then as I pushed my ass up he slides a pillow under my dick. "Awww hells yeah." he moaned as he stabbed my upturned ass over and over. I began sobbing harder. All the bitch in me came out at once, "Darren please get off... PLEASE... Man I can`t take it!" I cried. I could feel that long ass snake slithering in and biting my insides. He was gaining speed too. He was getting faster as my endurance ran out. I swear something inside me popped and I just knew he had heard it. Then as I began to relax, not by choice but because of exhaustion, his hips finally crashed into my ass. I hadn't realized that there was more dick waiting to push into me. His hips crashed into me and as he withdrew my ass clung to that fat ass dick. My butt was pulled higher into the air and I was crying like a bitch. He added another pillow. As he let one of my hands go to add the pillow I tried to pull my body away from him using the edge of the mattress. His mammoth dick was about to get the fuck out of my little boy booty. I was determined to get away any way I could. I didn't. As soon as the pillow was where he wanted he pulled my hand up like I was nothing. I wasn't strong enough to get him off me, I wasn't strong enough to even get away. I closed my eyes and prayed for him to finish soon. I couldn't take any more. It felt like I was dying. "Get OFF ME!" I commanded, like his big ass was gone be scarred of me. Then something else inside me popped. I don't know what it was but it hurt like a bitch. I whimpered and cried harder. I thought I wouldn't be able to walk as he kept pumping into me. His full length was a thousand times worse than before. I just muffled my screams in the cover and suddenly his hips crashed into me faster than before. I released my makeshift gag and, "Ahhhhhh Ohhhh SHIT NIGGA DAMN FUUUHHHHGGGCK." you get the general idea. Then my entire ass was warm. Not hot and burning but warm. It took me a moment to realize he had just busted a fat ass nut inside me. After all that pain and dry fucking I felt too good to have him cum inside me. I could feel his swollen head pumping more and more juice into me. Then it was done. I sniffed loudly but kept weeping. He went limp on top of me. From all the struggling I had a pretty good idea how strong he was. He was too fucking strong. My ass was raw and still filled with all that dick. I could feel it softening inside me and soon it was gone. Then he pulled out. I shuttered as he tugged that monstrosity out of my wrecked ass. I heard him cuss loudly and I turned to see what the fuck this nigga had to be mad about, "Baby I'm sooo sorry!" he said. From the slime and red shit coating his dick I could see that I was bleeding. He was sorry but I don't give a fuck. I TOLD him to slow down... not stop. I hated him right there. He offered to help me, said he'd call the hospital if he had to. He just wanted to get up in this ass again but that shit wasn't about to fucking happen. I just laid there, not on my ass because it hurt to sit or stand. I felt so... bad. I was mad and I wanted to fuck him up but knew I couldn't. I needed to cry but I wouldn't and I wanted to call and tell someone to come get me but I knew I shouldn't. That would make a million more problems for both of us and I'm still not ready to tell my folks that I dance the gay dance in the confines of the night. I just stayed there and hid it. I let him clean me up a little before I soaked my sore ass in the bath tub. He kept apologizing and I just walked around like a zombie. I got breakfast in bed and he offered to blow me. I didn't want him touching me. He got the message after breakfast. I know the nigga was sorry and I should let the shit go but... I don't know. I can't even be his friend now. I hate that fucking bastard. I stopped hanging around him but I never told ANYONE. He understood and despite the hatred I had to respect him for that. Everybody kept asking us why we wasn't cool no more. I lied a lot. I feel a tear slide down my face. I wipe it away. I do not cry anymore. I sit there feeling the dull memory of the pain that had made me un-fuckable. I refuse to fucking cry. I won't cry. Then why the fuck am I crying? Why do my eyes itch? It pisses me off that this is fucking happening. I remember him doing that to me every time I break in a new dude. Why is it affecting me so much right now? Why am I being such a bitch right now? Truth be told... I think I'm jealous of Carter. He had such a good first time he's hooked. I wanted that. He had had fun. He had been taken care of. That's why I do it. As much as I hate breaking new niggas in I hate thinking that they could end up with someone like Darren. I'm one hundred percent he's more gentle now but all it takes is one nigga to fuck it up for everyone else. I hear keys opening the door. I look up to see Clarence returning. He flicks on the lights and looks down at me. I turn away from him. I gotta look like a fucking mess. My eyes feel raw and I'm taking these deep shakey ass breaths because I can't get enough air. Clarence gets in the bed next to me. He just sits next to where I'm laying. "You wanna talk?" he asks. "..." I don't. I know what this looks like. It looks like I got dumped or something and Darren Smalls was the one to do it. "Carter gave me this for you." He says while holding this little box wrapped in today's newspaper, "He said he wanted to wait for a holiday but you seemed down so he wanted me to take it to you." His voice is soft, comforting, sympathetic. I wipe my face. I gotta get my shit together. I can't keep looking like this. Then I took the little box from his hand. It felt heavier than it looked. I tore the paper to see a huge KODAK on the box. It was already open and inside the digital camera were pictures of Carter and Clarence`s family. Pictures of them swimming, Carter looks so good wet. Pictures of them just sitting around with little on. Pictures of them being stupid and silly. I smile. How is it that this little nigga knows me so good? This wouldn't cheer anybody up but me. I guess Clarence helped him. All the pics said today so they had to have been transferred onto the memory card. "Wow you are gay..." Clarence says as he pulls his feet onto the bed. "That's not funny." I say softly... damn I sound like a bitch. "But it's true... you are." "Yeah and what about you." I turn my head to face him. "..." "I'm waiting Clair-Bear." "I'm not... anymore." he gulps. I just look at him. "Huh?"