Fresh Out : Parts1 - 2

*** Part One

Derrick raised his hand to knock on the door to the apartment of his best friend. Well, at least the man who used to be his best friend. He hadn't been able to maintain many deep relationships since he'd landed himself in the Pennsylvania State Penitentiary five years ago. Even his own mother had shunned him, instead choosing to tell her church friends that he'd gone up north to Penn State.

Well, she was sort a right. And if it wasn't bad enough that he'd gone to jail, it certainly was bad enough that he'd went in and fulfilled all the jailhouse rumors. It'd been five years since he had his fingers, face, and dick in pussy, and after many lonely nights in a small jail cell, he'd succumbed to the pressures, and needless to say, his tastes had changed.

His dick jumped now just thinking about it. Derrick knocked on the door once last time and then turned to go. He had a few dollars saved up from the time he'd spent inside. Maybe he'd stay at a hotel for a few--

"D!"
The door swung open behind him, and Derrick turned to greet the man he'd spent his childhood with.
"Brian, what's up, man?"
"Nothing, man. So, what? You out now?"

Derrick nodded. "Parole. I know this is sudden, and we havent talked in a min, but I need a place to crash for a while. Just til I get on my feet. I mean, if it's cool with your wife."
"Fuck my wife. I got rid of that bitch a year ago."
"Damn, man. I'm sorry for real. "
"I'm not. Come on in."

Derrick walked in to the condo with his bag hoisted over his shoulder, and he could tell right away that a single man lived there. He wondered what happened. Maybe Stacy had walked in to find him with his dick in some lucky guy's ass. Derrick shook his head. Wishful thinking. Brian would never go for that.

"You can sleep in the room over there," Brian spoke, pulling Derrick out of his reverie. "That's where Stacy's sister sleeps when she visits." He frowned. "Or at least that's where she used to sleep before Stacy got home one day and found me ball deep in her pussy." He shook his head remorsefully. "All I needed was five more minutes."

"Dude, that's fucked up."
"Not as fucked up as her hooking up with some out of work cat ad putting me in debt to take care of his broke ass." He laughed. "I ain't worried about it, though. Got this broad down the street, got a rich daddy so she don't ask me for shit. Man, I stick my dick wherever I want whenever I want."

"She got an ass?"
Brian let our a whistle. "Man! That ass go on for days."
"You fucked it?"

"What the hell you talking about? She got a tight pussy that's dripping wet. Why the fuck you worried about her ass? You done went to jail and became somebody little bitch?"
"Hell naw!" Derrick replied, too high pitched and nervous. "I meant are you hitting that bitch from the back?"

"Shit. That's a given. Man, I bend that bitch over, smack that ass hard and just walk it jiggle. Then I fuck her like a dog and make her get on her knees and lick it up."

Derrick imagined Brian on his knees, stroking his dick, his snake like tongue flicking over his bulbous head, his hot mouth wrapping around his shaft. His hand flew down to his jeans, and before he knew it, he'd squeezed his dick.
Brian stopped talking. "Shit. Listen to me talking bout pussy when you probably forgot what it feels like. You ain't felt nothing but your five fingers in years. My bad, man."

Derrick shrugged his shoulders, thinking to himself about all the hands, mouths, and assholes he'd had wrapped around his dick over the last five years. He looked out into space, reminiscing, and then his eyes landed on something in the corner, and he got an idea.
"You still hoop?"

Brian laughed. "What the fuck you mean do I still hoop? I can still whoop your ass."
Derrick shook his head. "You couldn't whoop my ass before; you can't whoop my ass now."

Brian stood up abruptly, grabbing the basketball. "You ain't said nothing but a word. Get your ass outside."

*** Part 2

"I can't believe you had the nerve to come up in my house and challenge me."
Derrick laughed. "You talking shit but you ain't did nothing yet."

"My hoops gon do the talking for me." Brian pulled off his shirt, and Derrick lost himself for a minute. Damn, he was sexy. Ripped abs, toned muscles. His sweat just starting to glisten, causing moisture to run down his swollen pecs. His nipples stood out like Hersheys kisses, and Derrick wanted to circle his tongue around them, licking his way down his stomach, making a wonder line all the way down to that chocolate prize.

"First one to ten wins." Brian started, dribbling the ball. "Ive got home court advantage. And what do you say " he continued, between dribbles, "that we make a little wager?"
"Like what?" Derrick asked, his interest suddenly piqued.
"You staying up in my house rent free for God knows how long. When I win, you do what I want around the house however I want you to do it when I tell you to."
"If I when? "

Brian scoffed. "I won't entertain that notion."
"Come on man. What I get if I win?"
"same thing. Anything you want. Any time. But, " he said, too sure, "you won't win."

He won. It wasn't much of a game, really. He'd spent the last five years of his life doing nothing but playing basketball, and he'd scored ten points before Brian even scored six without breaking a sweat. Brian had underestimated him, and consequently, played right into his hands. Now the real fun would begin.

"Alright, man." Brian said after he'd gotten his breath back. "You won. What you want? A sandwich? A beer?"
"Maybe later," Derrick replied. "But for now, get on your knees."
"What? " Brian said quickly, caught off guard.
"You heard me. On your knees."
"Hell naw. You lost your fucking mind? I ain't with that fag shit. "

"I won. A deal's a deal. You said anything. This is the thing I choose. Now, get on your knees."

Brian's eyes darted from side to side and then he made a quick decision, throwing a quick punch to the air to try to escape. But Derrick was way ahead of him, fending off the punch and twisting Brian's hand behind his back.
"Don't fuck with me, Brian. I will literally break your shit in half if you try that shit again. Now, for the last time, get on your fuckin knees."

He heard Brian's heavy breathing, him cursing under his breath, struggling to get out of the hold. "Alright man! Alright!" He finally screamed, the pain getting to him, and Derrick let him go.
"Alright. Lets go inside."
"Here."
Brian shook his head fiercely. "Hell naw. I got neighbors."

"I don't give a damn about your neighbors. They can come over here and suck my dick too if they wanna. So get on the ground and put this meat in your mouth."
Brian let out a heavy sigh, and then he slumped his shoulders in defeat, sinking to the ground. He was positioned right in front of Derrick's crotch, and he could see his dick hardening to create a bulge in his pants.

He unzipped his pants slowly, the jeans parting to reveal a pair of black briefs, tightening by the second. Brian looked up at Derrick, fearful, and Derrick nodded his head downward. Brian pulled his jeans down to his ankles, and Derrick stepped out of them, parting his legs to give him complete access. And then Brian touched it, the palm of his hand just barely making contact, and Derrick's dick sprang up, it's dark head standing straight against his stomach.

He pulled his dick free of his boxers, holding his massive nine inch dick out like a sword. He slapped it across Brian's face, parting his glans back to touch his lips.
"Open your mouth." Derrick commanded, and Brian tentatively opened his mouth. Derrick smacked the very tip of his head around his open mouth, letting his dick just barely touch his oral cavity. "Lick it." He demanded forcefully, and Brian's tongue slid out slowly, grazing the tip of his head.

"If you do it like that, we'll be here all day," Derrick commented languidly, and Brian touched his tongue to the tip again, this time swirling his tongue around the head. He flicked his tongue across Derrick's pee slit and then he wrapped one hand around the thick dick, licking its underside.

"Unh. Shit." Derrick let out a soft groan as Brian used his mouth to get his dick wet. "Enough of that," Derrick told him, placing a hand on his own dick. "Suck it." And then he fed his dick into Brian's mouth, sliding it in and out of his wet cavern.

"Fuck!" He yelled as he put Brian's hand back on his dick, and Brian slowly bobbed up and down on it, taking about three inches in his mouth before taking it out and licking on the head again. "Hey," Derrick shouted, opening his eyes and looking down at him, "Keep this meat in your mouth before I bend you over and make you take this meat like the lil bitch you are." Brian whimpered, opening his mouth to shove Derrick's swollen cock back inside.

He locked his jaw to create a suction, and then he bobbed up and down on Derrick's snake with renewed vigor, taking it about halfway in before gagging and pulling it out of his mouth with an audible pop.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Derrick asked. "Did I tell you to -- ahh, shit..." Derrick groaned when he felt Brian's mouth on his left ball. He grasped the whole thing between his lips, and then he sucked into the heat of his mouth, lolling his tongue around it. "Damn, bitch." Derrick said, grabbing Brian's head. "That's right. Suck daddy's balls. Show him how much you love it." Brian suddenly switched, taking the right ball into his mouth and showing it the same attention he'd shown the left. Then he pulled both of them into his mouth, and Derrick's knees buckled.

"Fuck. If I'd known your bitch ass liked sucking my dick this much, I would have let you taste it a long time ago." Brian couldn't take anymore. He let Derrick's balls fall from his mouth, pulling his head back. "Alright, man. I'm done."

"The hell you are," Derrick said with a laugh, and then he grabbed the back of Brians head and shoved it on his dick. Brian gagged as he suddenly had nine inches of big black cock down his throat, his nose buried in Derrick's dick hair. And then Derrick started fucking his face, his dick flying in and out of Brian's mouth as Brian kneeled in front of him, his mouth open in humiliation.

"Shit." Derrick huffed, his dick sawing through Brian's mouth. "Fuck. FUCK." He screamed as his dick hit the back of Brian's throat again and again." He kept the back of his hands glued to Brian's head, his dick thrusting in and out like a piston, his balls slapping against his chin. "Take this dick. Shit. Shit. Ahh, fuck.. SHIIIT." He cried out as his balls tightened. "Oh, yeah. You like daddy's dick. Such a good bitch. You're making daddy cum." At the mention of the word "cum", Brian pulled his head back.

Derrick laughed, forcing his head back onto his dick. "You want this cream, don't you? The nut from this dick got your mouth watering. Shit. Fuck. Take... this... dick ... in... your... FUCK!" Derrick exclaimed. His dick erupted in three, four, five spurts of heavy white cream, and his knees gave out. He leaned forward, his hand still on the back of Brian's head and they fell together, his balls pressed against his chin as Derrick straddled his face.

"Ahhh fuck." Derrick exhaled. He looked down at Brian, his cum dripping from the side of his mouth. Derrick grasped his softening dick, running it through the globs of semen. He rubbed it across Brian's mouth. "Clean it up."

Brian stuck his tongue it, circling it around Derrick's cum covered head. He opened his mouth to suck it off, cleaning the underside with a few flicks of his tongue. When he'd finished, he let Derrick's dick fall from his mouth, the cum trapped inside.
"Swallow it."

Brian shook his head, and Derrick struck his hand across Brian's face. "Be a good bitch and swallow daddy's cum. You know you want my cream churning inside of you. Swallow it," he commanded again, and Brian held his lips shut and gulped it down.

"Good, girl," Derrick commented, standing up so that Brian was no longer pinned. "Get up." Brian stood to his feet, wiping his hand across his mouth, his head downcast. Derrick walked behind him, his crotch against Brian's full ass, and his dick jumped. "Damn," he started, positioning his dick between Brian's ass cheeks. "I just can't get enough of you," he whispered, running his hands down Brian's jean-clad muscular ass.

He cupped one hand around a supple cheek, letting his other hand run over Brian's chest and abs. "I think we should go inside," he whispered, slipping his fingers inside the very tip of Brian's jeans. He ran his fingers through Brian's course hair, abruptly pulling them out and smacking his ass.

"Now, get your fine ass in there and drop 'em."