BMOC

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This is the sequel to my story "Light of Day" and continued the story of Bruce, Dre, and Jay as the move on to college.

BMOC Chapter 1



Bruce DeLeon was a brother who believed whole-heartedly in self-appreciation, and not many could blame him. He had been blessed with smooth brown skin, green eyes that flashed brilliantly and a smile capable of stopping folks dead in their tracks. He watched the water dripping off his body after his afternoon shower and reveled in the sensation. To him, each drop was like liquid sex, hot and wet gliding across his skin, pooling in his navel, tangling in the bushy patch of pubic hair before making a 6-inch trip down his flaccid dick.
Bruce began to harden and lengthen as he watched this process. He took great pride in the proportions his manhood ultimately reached. He'd never cared for numbers, he knew his dick was not average. It was large and extremely exciting to anyone who ever saw it. After he'd used it to bring one young lady to a shivering climax, she'd reached for a ruler and was astounded to find that Craig's plum-sized head extended to the ruler's maximum length of twelve inches. He'd never bothered seeking a measurement after that.
Back in junior high school, he'd been the freak of the boy's locker room. It didn't take long for rumors to circulate to the girl's locker room. And from seventh grade on, he’d had his pick of the female offerings and was never selective with his choices--he sampled a wide variety, nearly exhausting his choices by ninth grade graduation. High school opened up a whole other spectrum. One Saturday during his sophomore year, he and his boy Jay King had been sitting around watching a football game on TV when the conversation moved to girls and sex. They had become excited discussing their latest exploits. Bruce recalled Jay pulling out his dick first, but he was the one who got his dick sucked that day. From then on, the two would get together on occasion, sharing in mutual masturbation, moving on to 69-ing, and later, Jay gave Bruce his first piece of male ass. That only happened a few times, but Bruce made up for it by getting Drew’s younger brother, Andre (Dre), hooked on his dick. He laughed, remembering how it started that day last summer when he caught Dre spying him jacking off to a porno. Dre gave it up good the rest of the summer, and Bruce had been able to use that to keep Dre on stand-by whenever he came home from school. Dre turned out to be smarter than Bruce gave him credit for. He'd gotten Bruce good, but Bruce wasn’t worried about the "kid" anymore, and had long since given up on regaining his sexual control over Dre, no matter how good the booty was. No, he had his eyes on another prize: Chase Reynolds.
As Bruce rubbed lotion into the soles of his feet, he hardened again just thinking about Edwards, his hard-to-get-next-to tutor. Bruce didn't usually think of dudes as being beautiful, but Chase was the exception. He was tall, nearly 6'5, toffee-tanned, bald with a neatly trimmed goatee around his chin. His eyes were clear, golden brown. He was not too thin or too muscular but had a nice, tight build. He had the all-natural good looks of a model.
Everything was in proportion. But beyond the good looks, it was the way Chase carried himself. He had an indescribable quality that made others take notice when he walked into a room. A sense of presence and style.
It was that quality that had attracted Bruce to him. And Bruce needed to conquer it. Tame it. Control it. He had to have it.
He dressed quickly and threw an extra condom in his back pocket, determined this would be the evening that he broke Chase and turned his ass out.
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B M O C Chapter 2



Chase Reynolds sipped on a double espresso as he read over his Theory of Economics book. He didn't usually drink anything with caffeine in it, he considered it a drug and he didn’t do any drugs, but his body needed something with a little kick to still his nerves and get him through the next hour or so. Up until he met Bruce DeLeon, he never had this need. He recalled their first meeting clearly and it still haunted him.
It had been early September, a Saturday to be exact, and Chase was in the basement of Oglesby Hall, unloading clothes from a washer. His height made it impossible for him to get the clothes out of the machine without having to bend over, and he thought nothing of his position, until he heard someone mutter "damn." When Chase swiveled his head, he laid his eyes upon a bare-chested, 5’8”, green-eyed devil in black boxers, holding an overstuffed basket of clothes. It didn't take Chase long to notice that those twinkling green eyes were zoning in on his backside. He raised up, turning completely around.
"Wassup?" Chase asked, eyeing the stranger suspiciously.
"You about finished with that washer?" the stranger asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I was getting ready to dry. It's all yours." Chase didn't bother pointing out that there were 10 or 12 other washers in the laundry room, all of which were empty. Without another word, he threw his clothes in the first available dryer and jetted upstairs to the TV lounge.
He couldn't concentrate on the TV show, not after what had just taken place. He tried not to dwell on the lust he detected in the man’s eyes and voice, but he couldn't help thinking about it, especially when the man swaggered into the lounge minutes later. Despite the ample seating the dude chose to sit next to Chase on one of the loveseats. Chase looked at the stranger. The stranger smiled back, stuck out his hand and said, "Bruce DeLeon."
Reluctantly, Chase shook Craig's hand. "Chase Edwards."
"What floor you stay on?" Bruce asked.
"Eleventh," Chase said.
"For real? I'm on the thirteenth," Bruce replied. "You might know my homeboy, Drew Diggs. He stay on your floor."
"Don't think I do," Chase replied, keeping his eyes glued to the TV.
"Where you from?" Bruce asked.
"Gary." Why did he continue making conversation? Chase was trying his hardest to show this Bruce he didn't have any interest in talking.
"You play ball?"
"No." Chase hated the way people assumed he played basketball, simply because he was over 6 feet tall.
"I'm on the football team. Number 43. Come check out a game some time," Bruce said.
Chase didn't reply. His palms were getting sweaty. Something about this dude made him extremely uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to be rude and just get up and leave. He had always been taught to put manners before personal feelings. The next few minutes passed without a word spoken. When Chase heard Bruce moan, he flinched. He didn't want to look over and determine the cause of that moan, but when he heard that sound again, he had to look. His eyes were immediately drawn to Craig's erection, which rose from his boxers like an exclamation point. He was completely exposed!
Chase jumped off the loveseat and stumbled toward the door. The door was open! Anyone could walk past and see Bruce so indecently exposed. Chase’s instincts led him to close the door.
“What are you doing, man?"
Bruce rose. His dick jutted out like a smooth, brown anaconda. "Nothing…yet."
Chase’s pulse raced. "Look, I don't know what you think, but I--"
Bruce put his finger to his lips to quiet Chase. "Talk is cheap, playa, and I don’t need words. I can read them eyes. Can you read mine?"
Chase's back was tight against the lounge door as Bruce approached. He stuck out one arm in traffic-stop fashion. "Don't come any closer, man, I’m warning you."
Bruce halted. "You know what's up," he said, slipping his erection back into his boxers. "I ain't gonna chase. I'm in 1321 when you decide to quit fronting." As Bruce made his way toward the door, Chase backed away. Bruce opened the door and left.
The thought of that encounter still made Chase angry. The guy hit on him--him! What made him think he'd be down for something like that. Chase was the son and grandson of Pentecostal ministers. He didn’t entertain thoughts of casual sex with females, let alone males. And he'd never been approached so blatantly. Sure, girls came up to him, asking for his name and number. But no one had ever exposed themselves the way this Bruce had. What had Bruce read in Chase's eyes that made him think he could do that? Chase did not know. He tried his best to steer clear of Bruce DeLeon, but with them living in the same dorm, it was almost impossible. Then, to make life more difficult, Chase, who was in the work/study program, was assigned to tutor Bruce in math. He tried to talk his advisor into assigning someone else, but without a good reason he couldn’t get out of it. And he wasn’t about to tell anyone what really had happened. Chase believed that Bruce had done some maneuvering to get Chase assigned as his tutor. And, since Chase depended on the job for his living expenses while at school, he couldn’t quit. He was stuck in an impossible situation.
"Thinking about me?" The breath was hot in Chase's ear and the voice deep. It made him jump, bringing him back to reality. Bruce made his way around the table and sat directly across from Chase.
"Don't do that," Chase hissed.
"Look, let's head back to the Hall tonight. I never can concentrate at the union."
"Forget it. It's either here or the library, and since you can't seem to stay awake there, this is it."
"Why you gotta be such a tight ass, man? You act like we can't be alone together. What you so scared of?" Bruce leaned forward. "I promise I won’t hurt you...unless you want me to."
"Don't talk to me like I'm one of your stupid little bitches," Chase said. He wasn’t usually profane, but Bruce had a keen ability to draw the worse out of him. "I told you to leave that alone. I'm your tutor. That's it."
Bruce shrugged. "Whatever. I wasn't talking to you like you was a bitch, but you know what? You starting to act like one."
“Why? Because I won’t give you what you want? Let’s just forget about this.” Chase began to gather up his books and papers to leave.
Bruce put his arm over the table. "Alright, chill. I didn't mean to piss you off, okay? But damn, why you gotta make everything so difficult?"
"I've been wondering the same thing about you, Craig."
Bruce chuckled. "So you have been thinking about me."
In spite of himself, Chase smiled. "Let’s get to work, OK? So what are you working on today?"
You, Bruce thought, but didn't say.
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B M O C Chapter 3



As usual, Bruce tried hard--and stayed hard--but Chase wouldn't budge. He made it clear that all he was interested in doing with Bruce was tutoring. Bruce made a last-ditch effort t by offering to walk Chase back to the dorm, but Chase refused. He left Bruce sitting at the table in the student union, frustrated and alone.
Craig's erection began to deflate and he got up to leave. Just then, he noticed Donny McClean standing in the cafeteria line across the way. Donny had his back to Craig, but even from a distance, Bruce identified the brotha by his round behind, which gave new meaning to the word "phat."
Bruce swaggered over to the line, a smile slowly but surely making its way into his face. He eased up behind Donny and whispered in his ear.
"If your hungry, I got something you can eat," he said.
Donny turned around, a look of anger and surprise on his face. When he saw Craig, his expression softened. "Hey, man," he said, offering his hand.
"Wassup, wassup. What you up to tonight?" Bruce asked.
Donny shrugged. "Not much. Getting some grub and then heading back to my room."
Bruce smiled. "Want some company?"
Donny grinned. "Depends."
Bruce crossed his arms over his chest. "On what?"
"My company's got to behave. Last time, my company was a little too noisy."
Bruce broke out laughing. "That wasn't my fault, son. That was you, doing that shit to me." Bruce began to pick up weight in his briefs as he reflected on that night last fall when Donny had rode him like a champion jockey. His dick tingled with anticipation. Donny placed his order, Bruce surprised him by paying for the food, and the two walked together out of the student union, scarcely saying a word.
Bruce had met Donny early last fall, during one of the first home games. He wasn’t especially attracted to Donny; although he had a mega-body--ass and thigh muscles that could crack walnuts--he didn't have the face to complete the package. As far as looks went, he was a just an average brotha. Craig's tastes tended to gravitate toward those whose physical package was outstanding on all accounts. But Donny had put himself in Craig’s mix by giving the football player his telephone number. He readily agreed to let Bruce come over that warm September night, and gave it up with no reservations. He neither expected a return call or a commitment. He, like Craig, was content with hot sex without further expectations. When the two entered Donny's dorm room, they both knew the deal.
As soon as Donny’s door closed, Bruce pulled him close enough to feel the extent of his arousal. Donny groaned and slipped his tongue between Craig's lips, grinding himself against Craig's crotch.
Donny broke their kiss and fell to his knees, quickly unzipping Craig’s pants and pulling them down to his ankles, along with his briefs. Donny’s eyes glazed over with longing as he stared at the column of flesh emanating from Craig's crotch.
"Damn," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. He couldn't help but marvel at the beauty and proportion of Craig's organ. Beyond that, he couldn’t help but taste it. The head slipped easily between his lips. His tongue flicked at the hot flesh and sampled the sticky fluid leaking from the opening. He bobbed his head on Craig's pleasure stick, suctioning the tip with a back-and-forth motion that would put a Hoover vacuum to shame. Craig's knees began to buckle when Donny's lips took the long dive down the length of his shaft.
Bruce peeled away his shirt and pulled himself out of Donny's mouth so that he could remove his shoes, socks and pants. Donny soon followed his lead and disrobed, too. Donny licked Craig's broad, muscular pec and grazed the chocolate nipple with his teeth.
Bruce shivered. "Do that shit," he said.
Donny obliged. He licked, nibbled, and suckled first one nipple, and then the other, giving each a thorough oral massage. Bruce pulled Donny's face towards his and rewarded him with a deep, wet kiss. Bruce then begin to lick his way down Donny's dark body, pausing to chew on his nipples and tongue his navel. He wasted no time once he got to Donny's most erogenous zone. Bruce took the thick, 7-inch dick into his mouth and kept a steady pressure along the shaft, teasing the small network of veins on the underside with his tongue. Donny moaned, and his hips automatically pressed forward, trying to force every inch into Craig's mouth. Bruce smiled and obliged Donny by accepting him fully.
Bruce stood, taking his manhood and Donny's in one hand, and rubbed them together. The friction brought fleeting pleasure to them both, but it was time for the real deal. Donny fell onto his back on the bed, knees bent, and legs spread. Bruce took his place between Donny's legs. He licked a finger, then inserted it between Donny's cheeks. His finger found its target easily, and Donny opened up to it without resistance. Using two fingers, Bruce slid around inside of Donny until his muscles relaxed and begged for something more fulfilling. Bruce eagerly applied his rubber and his head broke through Donny's defenses. Pain radiated through Donny’s midsection, but as the full length of Craig's shaft took root, it began to fade. Bruce kept himself inside of Donny for a good minute before he withdrew. Bruce slid in and out at a good pace, accenting his deep penetration with several shorter jabs with just the tip of his dick.
Donny began to cry out his pleasure, feeling his orgasm swirling in his stomach. He stroked his dick in rhythm with Craig's entrances, reveling in the friction
His muscles tightened, his heart raced in his ears and a fountain erupted on his chest and stomach, leaving drops of clear juice running off the edges of his torso and onto the bed. Bruce had to cover Donny's mouth to stifle screams of pleasure caused by the intense orgasm rushing through his body. Bruce withdrew and joined Donny on the bed, hitting his ass from the side. Donny continued to push his ass onto Craig's dick, taking as much pleasure from the fucking as Bruce was.
Craig's stamina multiplied by the minute. His dick throbbed, lengthened and leaked a continuous flow of fluid inside the condom. He flipped Donny over and commenced to hump him doggy-style. By that time, Donny’s manhood had swelled again. Craig's thrusting pushed him over the edge again. He jerked upright, and with Bruce slamming into his ass, he spurted creamy globs of white onto the pillow.
This time, Bruce got caught up in the pleasure of Donny's ass muscles clenching around his organ and shot a continuous stream into his condom. Moans, groans, and grunts filled the air and mingled with the scent of sweat and warm secretions. Slowly, the two sunk down onto the bed, exhausted. Twenty minutes later, Bruce had redressed and was tipping out the door, leaving Donny more spent than an old dollar bill. He smiled and headed back toward Oglesby, ready to hit his own bed and fall into a contented sleep.

 

[Countryguy63]

Great start :biggrin1:. Promises to be another Hot story.

One confusing part though, Bruce=Craig?

 

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Yeah, I did a global replace by mstake. Damn, didn't notice thanks for pointing that out.

 

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BMOC Chapter 1



Bruce DeLeon was a brother who believed whole-heartedly in self-appreciation, and not many could blame him. He had been blessed with smooth brown skin, green eyes that flashed brilliantly and a smile capable of stopping folks dead in their tracks. He watched the water dripping off his body after his afternoon shower and reveled in the sensation. To him, each drop was like liquid sex, hot and wet gliding across his skin, pooling in his navel, tangling in the bushy patch of pubic hair before making a 6-inch trip down his flaccid dick.
Bruce began to harden and lengthen as he watched this process. He took great pride in the proportions his manhood ultimately reached. He'd never cared for numbers, he knew his dick was not average. It was large and extremely exciting to anyone who ever saw it. After he'd used it to bring one young lady to a shivering climax, she'd reached for a ruler and was astounded to find that Bruce’s plum-sized head extended to the ruler's maximum length of twelve inches. He'd never bothered seeking a measurement after that.
Back in junior high school, he'd been the freak of the boy's locker room. It didn't take long for rumors to circulate to the girl's locker room. And from seventh grade on, he’d had his pick of the female offerings and was never selective with his choices--he sampled a wide variety, nearly exhausting his choices by ninth grade graduation. High school opened up a whole other spectrum. One Saturday during his sophomore year, he and his boy Jay King had been sitting around watching a football game on TV when the conversation moved to girls and sex. They had become excited discussing their latest exploits. Bruce recalled Jay pulling out his dick first, but he was the one who got his dick sucked that day. From then on, the two would get together on occasion, sharing in mutual masturbation, moving on to 69-ing, and later, Jay gave Bruce his first piece of male ass. That only happened a few times, but Bruce made up for it by getting Jay’s younger brother, Andre (Dre), hooked on his dick. He laughed, remembering how it started that day last summer when he caught Dre spying him jacking off to a porno. Dre gave it up good the rest of the summer, and Bruce had been able to use that to keep Dre on stand-by whenever he came home from school. Dre turned out to be smarter than Bruce gave him credit for. He'd gotten Bruce good, but Bruce wasn’t worried about the "kid" anymore, and had long since given up on regaining his sexual control over Dre, no matter how good the booty was. No, he had his eyes on another prize: Chase Reynolds.
As Bruce rubbed lotion into the soles of his feet, he hardened again just thinking about Edwards, his hard-to-get-next-to tutor. Bruce didn't usually think of dudes as being beautiful, but Chase was the exception. He was tall, nearly 6'5, toffee-tanned, bald with a neatly trimmed goatee around his chin. His eyes were clear, golden brown. He was not too thin or too muscular but had a nice, tight build. He had the all-natural good looks of a model.
Everything was in proportion. But beyond the good looks, it was the way Chase carried himself. He had an indescribable quality that made others take notice when he walked into a room. A sense of presence and style.
It was that quality that had attracted Bruce to him. And Bruce needed to conquer it. Tame it. Control it. He had to have it.
He dressed quickly and threw an extra condom in his back pocket, determined this would be the evening that he broke Chase and turned his ass out.
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B M O C Chapter 2



Chase Reynolds sipped on a double espresso as he read over his Theory of Economics book. He didn't usually drink anything with caffeine in it, he considered it a drug and he didn’t do any drugs, but his body needed something with a little kick to still his nerves and get him through the next hour or so. Up until he met Bruce DeLeon, he never had this need. He recalled their first meeting clearly and it still haunted him.
It had been early September, a Saturday to be exact, and Chase was in the basement of Oglesby Hall, unloading clothes from a washer. His height made it impossible for him to get the clothes out of the machine without having to bend over, and he thought nothing of his position, until he heard someone mutter "damn." When Chase swiveled his head, he laid his eyes upon a bare-chested, 5’8”, green-eyed devil in black boxers, holding an overstuffed basket of clothes. It didn't take Chase long to notice that those twinkling green eyes were zoning in on his backside. He raised up, turning completely around.
"Wassup?" Chase asked, eyeing the stranger suspiciously.
"You about finished with that washer?" the stranger asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I was getting ready to dry. It's all yours." Chase didn't bother pointing out that there were 10 or 12 other washers in the laundry room, all of which were empty. Without another word, he threw his clothes in the first available dryer and jetted upstairs to the TV lounge.
He couldn't concentrate on the TV show, not after what had just taken place. He tried not to dwell on the lust he detected in the man’s eyes and voice, but he couldn't help thinking about it, especially when the man swaggered into the lounge minutes later. Despite the ample seating the dude chose to sit next to Chase on one of the loveseats. Chase looked at the stranger. The stranger smiled back, stuck out his hand and said, "Bruce DeLeon."
Reluctantly, Chase shook Bruce’s hand. "Chase Edwards."
"What floor you stay on?" Bruce asked.
"Eleventh," Chase said.
"For real? I'm on the thirteenth," Bruce replied. "You might know my homeboy, Jay Diggs. He stay on your floor."
"Don't think I do," Chase replied, keeping his eyes glued to the TV.
"Where you from?" Bruce asked.
"Gary." Why did he continue making conversation? Chase was trying his hardest to show this Bruce he didn't have any interest in talking.
"You play ball?"
"No." Chase hated the way people assumed he played basketball, simply because he was over 6 feet tall.
"I'm on the football team. Number 43. Come check out a game some time," Bruce said.
Chase didn't reply. His palms were getting sweaty. Something about this dude made him extremely uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to be rude and just get up and leave. He had always been taught to put manners before personal feelings. The next few minutes passed without a word spoken. When Chase heard Bruce moan, he flinched. He didn't want to look over and determine the cause of that moan, but when he heard that sound again, he had to look. His eyes were immediately drawn to Bruce’s erection, which rose from his boxers like an exclamation point. He was completely exposed!
Chase jumped off the loveseat and stumbled toward the door. The door was open! Anyone could walk past and see Bruce so indecently exposed. Chase’s instincts led him to close the door.
“What are you doing, man?"
Bruce rose. His dick jutted out like a smooth, brown anaconda. "Nothing…yet."
Chase’s pulse raced. "Look, I don't know what you think, but I--"
Bruce put his finger to his lips to quiet Chase. "Talk is cheap, playa, and I don’t need words. I can read them eyes. Can you read mine?"
Chase's back was tight against the lounge door as Bruce approached. He stuck out one arm in traffic-stop fashion. "Don't come any closer, man, I’m warning you."
Bruce halted. "You know what's up," he said, slipping his erection back into his boxers. "I ain't gonna chase. I'm in 1321 when you decide to quit fronting." As Bruce made his way toward the door, Chase backed away. Bruce opened the door and left.
The thought of that encounter still made Chase angry. The guy hit on him--him! What made him think he'd be down for something like that. Chase was the son and grandson of Pentecostal ministers. He didn’t entertain thoughts of casual sex with females, let alone males. And he'd never been approached so blatantly. Sure, girls came up to him, asking for his name and number. But no one had ever exposed themselves the way this Bruce had. What had Bruce read in Chase's eyes that made him think he could do that? Chase did not know. He tried his best to steer clear of Bruce DeLeon, but with them living in the same dorm, it was almost impossible. Then, to make life more difficult, Chase, who was in the work/study program, was assigned to tutor Bruce in math. He tried to talk his advisor into assigning someone else, but without a good reason he couldn’t get out of it. And he wasn’t about to tell anyone what really had happened. Chase believed that Bruce had done some maneuvering to get Chase assigned as his tutor. And, since Chase depended on the job for his living expenses while at school, he couldn’t quit. He was stuck in an impossible situation.
"Thinking about me?" The breath was hot in Chase's ear and the voice deep. It made him jump, bringing him back to reality. Bruce made his way around the table and sat directly across from Chase.
"Don't do that," Chase hissed.
"Look, let's head back to the Hall tonight. I never can concentrate at the union."
"Forget it. It's either here or the library, and since you can't seem to stay awake there, this is it."
"Why you gotta be such a tight ass, man? You act like we can't be alone together. What you so scared of?" Bruce leaned forward. "I promise I won’t hurt you...unless you want me to."
"Don't talk to me like I'm one of your stupid little bitches," Chase said. He wasn’t usually profane, but Bruce had a keen ability to draw the worse out of him. "I told you to leave that alone. I'm your tutor. That's it."
Bruce shrugged. "Whatever. I wasn't talking to you like you was a bitch, but you know what? You starting to act like one."
“Why? Because I won’t give you what you want? Let’s just forget about this.” Chase began to gather up his books and papers to leave.
Bruce put his arm over the table. "Alright, chill. I didn't mean to piss you off, okay? But damn, why you gotta make everything so difficult?"
"I've been wondering the same thing about you, Craig."
Bruce chuckled. "So you have been thinking about me."
In spite of himself, Chase smiled. "Let’s get to work, OK? So what are you working on today?"
You, Bruce thought, but didn't say.
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B M O C Chapter 3



As usual, Bruce tried hard--and stayed hard--but Chase wouldn't budge. He made it clear that all he was interested in doing with Bruce was tutoring. Bruce made a last-ditch effort t by offering to walk Chase back to the dorm, but Chase refused. He left Bruce sitting at the table in the student union, frustrated and alone.
Bruce’s erection began to deflate and he got up to leave. Just then, he noticed Donny McClean standing in the cafeteria line across the way. Donny had his back to Craig, but even from a distance, Bruce identified the brotha by his round behind, which gave new meaning to the word "phat."
Bruce swaggered over to the line, a smile slowly but surely making its way into his face. He eased up behind Donny and whispered in his ear.
"If your hungry, I got something you can eat," he said.
Donny turned around, a look of anger and surprise on his face. When he saw Craig, his expression softened. "Hey, man," he said, offering his hand.
"Wassup, wassup. What you up to tonight?" Bruce asked.
Donny shrugged. "Not much. Getting some grub and then heading back to my room."
Bruce smiled. "Want some company?"
Donny grinned. "Depends."
Bruce crossed his arms over his chest. "On what?"
"My company's got to behave. Last time, my company was a little too noisy."
Bruce broke out laughing. "That wasn't my fault, son. That was you, doing that shit to me." Bruce began to pick up weight in his briefs as he reflected on that night last fall when Donny had rode him like a champion jockey. His dick tingled with anticipation. Donny placed his order, Bruce surprised him by paying for the food, and the two walked together out of the student union, scarcely saying a word.
Bruce had met Donny early last fall, during one of the first home games. He wasn’t especially attracted to Donny; although he had a mega-body--ass and thigh muscles that could crack walnuts--he didn't have the face to complete the package. As far as looks went, he was a just an average brotha. Bruce’s tastes tended to gravitate toward those whose physical package was outstanding on all accounts. But Donny had put himself in Bruce’s mix by giving the football player his telephone number. He readily agreed to let Bruce come over that warm September night, and gave it up with no reservations. He neither expected a return call or a commitment. He, like Craig, was content with hot sex without further expectations. When the two entered Donny's dorm room, they both knew the deal.
As soon as Donny’s door closed, Bruce pulled him close enough to feel the extent of his arousal. Donny groaned and slipped his tongue between Bruce’s lips, grinding himself against Bruce’s crotch.
Donny broke their kiss and fell to his knees, quickly unzipping Bruce’s pants and pulling them down to his ankles, along with his briefs. Donny’s eyes glazed over with longing as he stared at the column of flesh emanating from Bruce’s crotch.
"Damn," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. He couldn't help but marvel at the beauty and proportion of Bruce’s organ. Beyond that, he couldn’t help but taste it. The head slipped easily between his lips. His tongue flicked at the hot flesh and sampled the sticky fluid leaking from the opening. He bobbed his head on Bruce’s pleasure stick, suctioning the tip with a back-and-forth motion that would put a Hoover vacuum to shame. Bruce’s knees began to buckle when Donny's lips took the long dive down the length of his shaft.
Bruce peeled away his shirt and pulled himself out of Donny's mouth so that he could remove his shoes, socks and pants. Donny soon followed his lead and disrobed, too. Donny licked Bruce’s broad, muscular pec and grazed the chocolate nipple with his teeth.
Bruce shivered. "Do that shit," he said.
Donny obliged. He licked, nibbled, and suckled first one nipple, and then the other, giving each a thorough oral massage. Bruce pulled Donny's face towards his and rewarded him with a deep, wet kiss. Bruce then begin to lick his way down Donny's dark body, pausing to chew on his nipples and tongue his navel. He wasted no time once he got to Donny's most erogenous zone. Bruce took the thick, 7-inch dick into his mouth and kept a steady pressure along the shaft, teasing the small network of veins on the underside with his tongue. Donny moaned, and his hips automatically pressed forward, trying to force every inch into Bruce's mouth. Bruce smiled and obliged Donny by accepting him fully.
Bruce stood, taking his manhood and Donny's in one hand, and rubbed them together. The friction brought fleeting pleasure to them both, but it was time for the real deal. Donny fell onto his back on the bed, knees bent, and legs spread. Bruce took his place between Donny's legs. He licked a finger, then inserted it between Donny's cheeks. His finger found its target easily, and Donny opened up to it without resistance. Using two fingers, Bruce slid around inside of Donny until his muscles relaxed and begged for something more fulfilling. Bruce eagerly applied his rubber and his head broke through Donny's defenses. Pain radiated through Donny’s midsection, but as the full length of Bruce’s shaft took root, it began to fade Bruce slid in and out at a good pace, accenting his deep penetration with several shorter jabs with just the tip of his dick.
Donny began to cry out his pleasure, feeling his orgasm swirling in his stomach. He stroked his dick in rhythm with Bruce’s entrances, reveling in the friction.
His muscles tightened, his heart raced in his ears and a fountain erupted on his chest and stomach, leaving drops of clear juice running off the edges of his torso and onto the bed. Bruce had to cover Donny's mouth to stifle screams of pleasure caused by the intense orgasm rushing through his body. Bruce joined Donny on the bed, hitting his ass from the side. Donny continued to push his ass onto Bruce’s dick, taking as much pleasure from the fucking as Bruce was.
Bruce’s stamina multiplied by the minute. His dick throbbed, lengthened and leaked a continuous flow of fluid inside the condom. He flipped Donny over and commenced to hump him doggy-style. By that time, Donny’s manhood had swelled again. Bruce’s thrusting pushed him over the edge again. He jerked upright, and with Bruce slamming into his ass, he spurted creamy globs of white onto the pillow.
This time, Bruce got caught up in the pleasure of Donny's ass muscles clenching around his organ and shot a continuous stream into his condom. Moans, groans, and grunts filled the air and mingled with the scent of sweat and warm secretions. Slowly, the two sunk down onto the bed, exhausted. Twenty minutes later, Bruce had redressed and was tipping out the door, leaving Donny more spent than an old dollar bill. He smiled and headed back toward Oglesby, ready to hit his own bed and fall into a contented sleep.

 

[Charlemange]

Very interesting, probably will be better than the first the only problem is the name thing Bruce was called Craig multiple times and I guess Edwards is Chase so the name thing could be confusing so thats the only problem for me small problem though

 

[nubnlrd]

I originally wrote this one before Light of Day, and when I wrote LOD, I changed the names. I did a global replace and thought I had caught them all. Clearly I need to go back and do some editing. But yes, you are right. all Craigs should be Bruce and it's Chase Edwards

 

[chugsybby]

Keep going!<3

 

[Jigajig]

And so it begins again Great start man loving it

 

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OK, I think I got all the names right now. Let me know if you find any errors. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

B M O C Chapter 4



Chase sat in the lounge area on the 11th floor of Oglesby Hall, engrossed in a reading assignment for his Black American Writers class. After finishing a particularly lengthy passage, he stood, stretched and walked down the hall to his room, 1129.
As he neared the center of the hallway, the door that led to the stairwell swung open and in rushed a brother. Chase recognized him because he lived on his floor, but didn&#8217;t have a name to put with the face.
The brother barely said "wassup" as he rushed past. Chase shrugged as he continued down the hall. Seconds later, he heard the sound of someone beating on a door behind him. He turned around and saw the brother he'd just passed standing outside one of the rooms, hopping from one foot to the other, as he pounded the door in front of him.
Normally, Chase would have kept walking. He stayed out of others business unless he was asked into it, and even then, he tended to shy away from confusion. This time, he detected anxiousness about the dude he couldn&#8217;t ignore. He walked back down the hallway. "Something wrong?" he asked.
The dude sucked air through his teeth as though he were in pain. "I left my keys in my room, my roommate's not here and I've got to piss like a racehorse," he said.
Hey, if no one's in my bathroom, you can take a leak there."
The brotha wasted no time following Chase to his room, where he hurriedly entered the restroom Chase and his roommate shared. Chase heard the brother sighing loudly as he filled the toilet.
"Whoa, man. You saved my ass. I swear, I was about to soak my pants,&#8221; he said.
"No problem," Chase said.
"I've seen you around, but I ain't never introduced myself." The brotha stuck out his hand. "Jay King."
When Chase heard "King" his thoughts turned immediately to Bruce. He remembered Bruce mentioning that name once before. Obviously, Bruce knew him. Chase shook Jay's hand and introduced himself. "You know Bruce DeLeon, right?"
Chase couldn't read the expression that crept into Jay's face upon hearing Bruce&#8217;s name. It resembled anger, but Chase couldn't be sure. "Yeah, I know him," was Jay's simple reply.
Chase chuckled. "I feel you. I know him, too."
Jay suddenly became defensive. "What you mean by that?"
Chase's face wrinkled in confusion. "Bruce is a pain in the ass is all I meant," Chase replied.
Jay relaxed. "Yeah, that he is, my man. A big pain in the ass." Jay noticed Chase's high school diploma sitting on top of his chest of drawers. "You from DC?"
Chase nodded. "Anacostia High School," he added.
"My moms is from DC," Jay said. "My gram still lives there. She's 75 years old and still driving. 'Bout the only place she goes nowadays is to the store and to church."
&#8220;You got me all homesick now," Chase said.
"And now I'm hungry. I'm about to go down to the dining hall and get me some dinner," said.
"Cool. Why don't I go with you? I can't go nowhere else anyway," Jay said.
Chase was usually wary of strangers, even more so since his initial encounter with Bruce but he felt comfortable with Jay. "Let me put on my shoes and we can jet," he said.
The dining hall teemed with students when Chase and Jay made their entrance. There were few empty seats in the hall, and that was saying something&#8212;since there were two adjoining dining rooms, each with a capacity of 250 students. Jay and Chase made their way through the line and began to search for a seat. After circling one room and then another, it began to look like they'd have to stand and wait for someone to leave when a familiar voice said, "Yo, there some empty seats over here."
Chase and Jay turned toward Bruce, irritation evident on both of their faces. Neither made a move.
"What y'all gone do? Eat standing up? There's seats at this table if you quit acting simple and sit down," Bruce said.
Jay took one last, desperate look around the hall. He saw no other seats, so he sighed and walked to Bruce&#8217;s table. Chase reluctantly followed seconds later. Jay took the empty seat next to Bruce&#8217;s girlfriend, Cherron, and Chase took the empty seat across the table from Bruce, next to Bruce&#8217;s roommate, Lonnell Demby. He couldn't help but wonder if Bruce&#8217;s devious mind had planned this seating arrangement in advance.
"Looks good," Bruce said of Chase's plate. However, his eyes were fixed on Chase&#8217;s face when he said it. Chase didn't respond.
"So, you two hanging now?" Bruce asked.
"We just met," Jay replied.
"Yo, you best be careful of this one," Bruce said. "I've known him since kindergarten. He got what you call a temper."
Jay shook his head in disbelief. "You're one to talk," he said.
By now, Lonnell&#8217;s girlfriend, Epiphany (Eppi) Proudfoot, had arrived at the table. Eppi&#8217;s striking features (and unusual name) were the result of her Native American/African American mixed heritage. Most people said she bore a striking resemblance to Pam Grier. "Hey, babe. Sorry I'm late." She said to Lonnell.
Glancing around the table, Eppi&#8217;s eyes fell on Chase. Instinctively, she licked her lips and smiled at him. "And who is the newcomer to our group?" she asked.
"That's Chase. Chase Edwards. He&#8217;s my Econ tutor" Bruce interjected.
"Nice to meet you, Chase," she said.
"Likewise." Chase tried to concentrate on eating. He was picking up Eppi&#8217;s vibes and it made him uncomfortable, especially with her boyfriend sitting next to her.
Chase don't hang much," Bruce added. "He's a good boy."
"Oh, really?" Eppi said. She smiled at Chase. "There's nothing wrong with that. Look at my boo. He's a good boy and he's got the best looking sista on campus."
"That's right," Lonnell said, puffing out his chest with pride.
"Maybe we can get Chase to start coming round more often," Bruce said.
"Maybe," Eppi added. "I know your all are going to come support me Friday night, right?"
"You in the Miss Isis Pageant?" Jay asked.
Isis was the Egyptian goddess of nature, and the Miss Isis pageant was sponsored by the Black Student&#8217;s Union. Although it was open to everyone, only African Americans ever entered. It was the BSU&#8217;s way of compensating for what many felt was the racist judging for Homecoming Queen.
"In it to win it," Eppi replied.
"That might be hard, girl," Cherron interjected. "It's not all about your breast size this time. You're going to have to show you've got some brains and talent."
"Don't playa hate, sweetheart. This package is complete. Isn't that right, Bruce?"
He grinned at her, but stopped abruptly as Cherron's eyes shot daggers at him. He looked away. "My name is Bennett and I ain't in it," he said.
Eppi reached in her purse and handed Chase a ticket to the Miss Isis Pageant. "This is for you. It&#8217;s my last one, so don&#8217;t waste it." she said.
Chase had had enough of this dinner that was turning into drama. "I'm out," he said, standing. Jay quickly followed suit. As they walked away, both Bruce and Eppi watched Chase as if he were the last slice of pie on the dessert tray. Lonnell, angered and disgusted by Eppi&#8217;s display also rose to leave. Eppi realized that this was a situation she needed to head off at the pass, so she followed Lonnell back to his dorm.
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B M O C Chapter 5



"Why do you do that shit?" Lonnell's voice boomed in the air between he and Eppi, two full octaves above a shout. His fists were clenched at his side. Eppi sat on his bed, one leg crossed over the other, looking as innocent as a church mouse. "I only offered the brotha a ticket, Lon. Why you always gotta trip? You act like I can&#8217;t even say hello to another man."
One of Lonnell's fists slammed against the top of his chest of drawers. "You weren&#8217;t just talking to that nigga, you were flirting! And don't deny it, because I was there."
Eppi took a deep breath. She knew from experience not to try to argue with him. That would only fuel Lonnell&#8217;s flame, something to be avoided at all costs. At 6'2, 265 lbs., Lonnell was not to be messed with. He was of Jamaican descent, and Jamaican&#8217;s were hot-blooded people. She knew from having grown up in the same town as he that the Demby temper was legendary. She still had a hole in the wall of her dorm room that he had created in a moment of supreme irritation. Another time, he managed to kick her door off its hinges and bust a wooden chair into pieces across his knee. But rather than scare her, his volatility only made him more attractive to Eppi. He was unpredictable and dangerous, two things that gave her an intense rush. Her own father had been a weak and ineffectual man, easily led by her mother and the other women in his life. He was never one to stand his ground and be "the" man. Lonnell was the exact opposite. As she stared at him across the room, his forehead wrinkled in anger and frustration, his chest heaving, she felt a tingle of excitement radiate between her legs.
She rose from the bed and walked toward Lonnell, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She stopped a few inches away from him. "Okay, if I was flirting, it wasn&#8217;t intentional. I was just trying to get to know the man. Why would I need to flirt? I got me a man, don't I?"
Lonnell pursed his lips and looked away. Eppi moved closer. Her erect nipples pressed against his left arm. "Don't I?" She whispered into his ear.
He sighed. "Yeah, you got a man," he replied. "So why do you act like you don't know how to treat him?"
Eppi raised one knee and slid it between his thighs, nudging his private parts. She seductively licked her lips. "Oh, I know how to treat him, all right. Why don't you let me show you?" Not waiting for a reply, she took his bottom earlobe between her lips and slid her tongue into the hollow of his ear. He shivered, moaning her name. He pulled her wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her. She reveled in the strength of his body.
It didn't take long for Lonnell to toss her on top of the chest of drawers and commence to handling his business. When he entered her, he had to pause and collect himself stamina. He'd never told Eppi, but hers was the tightest, juiciest pussy he'd come across in his 20 years. It made it difficult for him to perform at his best because all he wanted to do was lose himself in it, in her. Once he found his rhythm, he pushed inside of her with all of his might, sliding against her until she called out his name. The brutal strength of Lonnell&#8217;s movements set off explosions deep in her being. He filled her so completely, so savagely that she sometimes couldn't breathe. It was as if he was trying to force himself completely inside of her, to become a part of her. When he came, he roared. Then, as if the intensity of his orgasm hurt him, Lonnell began to weep, much like a small child in his mother's arms.
Meanwhile, Jay was introducing Chase to some new found pleasures of his own.

 

[bigrider]

nice man i like it as much as the first one maybe more

 

[nubnlrd]

Really? Your not the first person to say that. I liked the first one more.

 

[bigrider]

yea its good like to see where it goes are you done writing it yet?

 

[nubnlrd]

No

 

[nubnlrd]

No

 

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B M O C Chapter 7



The University of Illinois Miss Isis Pageant was a big attraction for students and locals alike. The auditorium was packed with those who wanted to see and be seen in their new outfits. Bruce made a definite statement in all white, from his tux and bow tie to his accessories, which included a pimp-style hat, gloves and cane. Cherron's silver floor-length sheath blended well with Bruce&#8217;s outfit, and made it impossible for the two to be ignored. Their front-row center seats helped as well.
Several seats back, Jay sat alone by circumstance, not by choice. His date for the evening had backed out several hours before and he hadn't even bothered to shop for a replacement.
Backstage, the contestants were battling butterflies and last-minute fits of envy and fear. Everyone except Eppi. Although Miss Isis was the sophomores first U of I pageant, it wasn't her first pageant ever. She was much more familiar with the Miss Isis set-up, given that her mother had taken the crown in '69 and her older sister, Gethsemane, had been first runner-up in '93. Her confidence was almost unshakable.
Just as the lights began to dim and people began to quiet, someone took the empty seat next to Jay.
"Wassup, Chase. I thought pageants weren't your style."
"They're not," Chase said. "I just didn't want to sit up in my room by myself."
"Well, I'm glad to see you getting out," Jay said.
"I thought you had a date tonight," Chase said.
"So did I," Jay said. "She left me hanging about two hours ago."
Their chat was cut short by Eppi's entrance onstage. Dressed in a hip-hugging red sequin grown, she simply dazzled. She was in fine form and voice, singing Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You" accapella. She got a standing ovation when she concluded her performance holding a note so long, it made it hard to remember that the song was Whitney Houston's and not hers. By the conclusion of the show, a few other ladies had given memorable performances, also. The competition was indeed a race, and although it was evident that Eppi was in the running, it wasn't so clear that she would come out on top. Eppi and three others were the only ones left standing in the end.
The second runner-up, Miss Black and Gold, was announced. Kareema Walker. Then the first runner-up, Miss Ebony, was announced.
Epiphany Proudfoot.
The audience erupted into boos and hisses of outrage. Eppi's face was without expression as she walked stiffly forward to receive her award. The audience&#8217;s negative reaction went on so long that the Master of Ceremonies threatened to stop the pageant at that point. But no one was going to deprive Rochelle Haskins-Clark of her moment of glory, and in due process, she was crowned Miss Isis.
"I thought Eppi had it," Chase commented.
"She did, too," Jay joked.
After Miss Isis had been crowned, the M.C. announced that there would be an after-party at the Alpha House. Most everyone headed directly from the auditorium across town to the Alpha's, a huge three story Victorian house that had been converted to a frat house.
Alpha parties were known for their wildness, and this being Miss Isis night, things were guaranteed to be off the hook.
Eppi came to the set pissed, and she made sure she let everyone know it. Lonnell tried to console her, but she was beyond words. "I was robbed! That is supposed to be my crown!" She told anybody that cared to listen and those who didn't. She was also downing cups of this and that, and as the evening wore on, her words began to slur more and more. Lonnell tried to slow her down, but she refused.
"Leave me the fuck alone! You're not my goddamned daddy. Why you always hanging on me like some cheap ass suit? I don't need a shadow, I need a man." She yelled at him in front of a crowd of onlookers.
&#8220;You bitch!&#8221; he yelled back. &#8220;You &#8216;bout as low as a crack-whore!&#8221; Lonnell said as he stormed out of the Alpha House.

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Bruce knew he had to rid himself of Cherron. He could feel the promise of good times in the air. In every room, he caught the eye of someone -- male and female -- and knew it would only be a matter of time before he'd run into some action. After all, the third floor of the Alpha House was notorious, especially during a party. Bruce had been known to make two or three trips up there in one night.
If he were to be as successful tonight, Cherron couldn&#8217;t be anywhere in the vicinity. He tried to encourage her to get back to her dorm room to finish a paper for her expository writing class, but she shrugged that off as unimportant, saying she had plenty of time. He racked his brain for ideas as he walked out of the frat house with Cherron trailing him like a lost puppy. He was about to give up hope when he stumbled into Eppi. She looked him up and down, smoothed his lapel, then smiled.
"Damn, boy. You look almost as good as me tonight," she slurred. "Where's that stuck-up bitch girlfriend of yours?"
Cherron stepped into view from behind Bruce and gave Eppi a plastic smile. "With my man. Shouldn&#8217;t you be with yours? I&#8217;m so sorry you didn&#8217;t win tonight, girl.&#8221;
Eppi ignored the obvious jab. "What I need with my man when I can have yours?" Pushing Cherron aside, she grabbed Bruce around the neck and placed her wet, open mouth over his. Bruce&#8217;s first instinct was to back away, but he quickly realized that he could turn this to his advantage. He let Eppi continue to kiss him. Cherron shoved the two apart and was about to lunge at a drunk and stumbling Eppi, but Bruce restrained her. She struggled against him, and finally got her bearings.
"Don&#8217;t you touch me!" she barked at Bruce.
"What did I do?" He asked.
She slapped him across the face. ""You kissed her! That&#8217;s what you did. How can you dis me like that? And in public!"
Bruce put on his best look of shock and hurt, holding his cheek for effect. "I didn't kiss her, she kissed me."
"Fuck you, you lame ass motherfucker" Cherron said. She turned on one heel and stormed out the Alpha House.
He held his shocked look a few moments. Then, his mouth curled into a devilish grin as he spied Donny across the room, his bodacious booty rounding out a pair of tan khakis. He hadn't seen that brotha since the night they hooked up in Donny's dorm room, but he knew that tonight they'd have a pleasurable reunion.
Donny was talking with a young lady and sipping from a Styrofoam cup. When his eyes made out Bruce coming across the room, he began to walk away. Bruce stopped, shocked and confused. He stared after Donny's departing backside. Surely, the brotha wasn't fronting like he didn't want to be bothered. Just as Bruce began to get pissed, Donny turned around, looked left, right, then directly at Bruce. He pointed his head to the left, then proceeded to walk in that direction. Bruce hung back a few seconds, checking over his shoulders to make sure no one was watching. When the coast looked clear, he followed Donny upstairs to a more secluded spot. Only problem was, the coast wasn't clear. Someone had watched the whole encounter, and that someone was following, unobserved, right behind Bruce.

* * * * *​

Jay searched throughout the Alpha House, but seemed to have lost Chase. He'd managed to get Chase to try a cup of beer, and much to Jay's surprise; the preacher's son took to it like a duck to water. He'd downed so many that Jay had to take his cup away and keep a watch over him. He didn't want Chase's first drinking experience to end up a bad one. He became almost frustrated when he didn't locate Chase after a 20-minute search. He didn't search the third floor because he knew that what went on up there was out of Chase's league. But then, Chase was slightly inebriated and probably wouldn't understand that he was in the wrong place. He didn&#8217;t even know if Chase knew what went on up there and that he should avoid it. Jay gave it a shot and went upstairs. The smell of sweat and secretions, both old and new, assailed his nostrils. Moans, male and female, filled the air. Bed springs creaked; headboards banged against walls. Jay made his way along the long hallway. Standing there, outside of the partially closed door to one of the bedrooms, was Chase Edwards.

 

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B M O C Chapter 8



Chase's eyes bulged at the scene before him. The darkness shrouded the figures in the room, but he could make out the shapes of their various body parts. He noted two legs rocking back and forth in the air, and saw the outline of a man's head, shoulders and upper torso sliding up and down between the two legs. He heard synchronized grunts and moans emanating from the bed.
Although slightly drunk, Chase was cognizant enough to realize that his body was responding to the scene before him, creating a noticeable bulge in his pants. His breaths were becoming more and more shallow. His skin burned with lust and desire. When was the last time he&#8217;d felt this heat, this fire flickering in the pit of his stomach? He couldn't recall. It had been too long. He closed his eyes and gave in to the wonderful sensations overtaking his nerves one at a time.
He envisioned himself, lying on his back in the bed, his legs spread, his knees arched, his dick rising nearly half the length of his thigh, filling the empty space between his legs obscenely. He reached for his erection, but instead of his own hand, he felt a tightness, a warmth and a wetness around the tip of his swollen dick that could not be mistaken. It was a mouth, a generous mouth that opened and accepted the fullness of Chase's excitement. The sliding friction this mouth created as it slid along the entire length of Chase's erection left his legs quivering and his toes arching. When he felt a tongue whip wrap around his dick and massage the tender bridge of flesh on the underside of his head, Chase lost it. He let lose with a fountain of clear liquid that splashed onto his legs and stomach and collected in streams that ran off the edges of his body onto the bed. Once he collected his energy, he lifted his head and looked down between his legs to see the face--Bruce DeLeon.
Chase opened his eyes, flinching. The mini-daydream seemed to have sobered him. He backed away from the door and bumped into Jay, who had been standing behind him taking in the whole scene. Unsure of what to say or do, and caught up in his own lust and voyeurism, Jay had just stood there. When Chase backed into him, he could feel Jay's own hardness. Chase turned around, his erection becoming evident. The two were close enough to feel the other's breath. And their breaths were shallow, audible. They looked at each other. Jay opened his mouth to speak, but before a word came out, Chase turned and ran away, leaving Jay even more confused about the feeling he was having.

* * * * *​

Somewhere behind another door, Bruce and Donny were rolling together in a bed, slobbering over each other as they eased each other out of their clothes. Bruce ground against Donny, his lengthy erection sliding along Donny's stomach with force. He wanted Donny to feel his excitement, to feel how much he wanted to fuck him, how good he could give it to him, how deeply he would fill him. Donny understood the message. He locked his strong thighs around Bruce&#8217;s waist, his ankles behind Bruce&#8217;s ass and pressed Bruce closer. The pressure forced Bruce&#8217;s erection even deeper into the skin on Donny's stomach, leaving dots of pre-come to gather in Donny's navel.
"Damn," Bruce growled. He raised up to sit with his legs bent under him, and pulled Donny into a position to ride. Donny placed his ass directly over the tip of Bruce&#8217;s dick, pulled his cheeks apart and blanketed the head between the folds of skin. Bruce shivered. "Do it," he whispered, almost pleading.
Spreading his cheeks again, Donny proceeded to ease Bruce&#8217;s dick cautiously into the tight ring of flesh of his ass. Air seeped out of Bruce&#8217;s mouth as if escaping a pressure cooker.
Instinctively, his hips flexed and he managed to shove half his dick deep inside of Donny, who cried a long wail of pain and pleasure. The pressure of Bruce&#8217;s dick in his ass caused Donny&#8217;s own organ to spring to life. It inflated and slid up Bruce&#8217;s stomach, and as the two began to see-saw fuck on the bed, Donny's dick pressed into the hollow of Bruce&#8217;s navel, creating a pressure pleasure unknown to Bruce before this time. Bruce threw his head back and let the sensations take control of his body.
Unknown to either of them, two eyes were taking in the scene with disbelief and disgust. Stepping out of the shadows, Eppi began to laugh.
"I knew you were fucking around on that bitch, but I never, thought you was fucking around with a dude."
Bruce and Donny jumped away from each other, eyes wide like deer caught in headlights. Eppi stumbled out of the room, leaving Bruce and Donny scrambling for their clothes on the floor.

 

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Feedback anyone?