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Subject: Davmoore Brotherhood part 5 Davmoore Brotherhood Part 5 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional. It is not related to nor inspired by any real world event or persons. I like my stories raw and raunchy but this is just fantasy. Be careful out there. I enjoy chatting so please don’t be shy to contact ail – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I got back to the frat house and showered early in the morning. I had managed to avoid the awkward questions but I knew they would come the moment any of the brothers got me alone. Not that guys were nosey in general, but Damien for sure would want to know where I was at last night, when I should have been at the frat house smashing his boy- pussy in. After classes, I met up with Malik and we spent a few hours in the library, making notes as he helped me grasp the finer points of the subject matter. I was really feeling him, like I’d never felt any other dude before; even Damien. I knew he was a top, just like me but we just connected like we had been friends for years. “Yo, I’m tired of these books,” Malik announced, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, me too. Sorry for being such a hard head.” “It’s cool. You’re getting there; slowly but surely,” he joked. “Damn, bro. I ain’t that dumb,” I chuckled. “Wanna get out of here? I’m about to hit the gym.” “Can I come with? I got my clothes in my bag.” “Sure. You can give me some pointers, Mr. Athletic,” he smirked. “No doubt.” We made our way to the gym. Thankfully, it wasn’t crowded. We changed and got into our warm ups and routines. As I worked the free weights, I looked at his form in the mirror as he did weighted squats. It was a crying shame he was a top. His ass was just too damn fine! The way he pushed it back as he went low…delicious. Dressed in a tank top and shorts; his ebony skin glistened with perspiration as our workout continued. I showed him a few things, and he really got into the bench press even though it was his first time doing them. “Good work,” I dapped him as we finished up. “You got really good form, bro.” “Thanks. It pays to work out often.” “You know a lot of people in here?” I asked as we hit the tread mill for our cool down session. “Yeah, man. I know most of the people in here, whether straight or gay. No one really cares so much whether I am or not but I think it’s because I was honest about my sexuality from jump.” “I guess,” I shrugged. “I don’t know if I could do that. I just don’t know how people would react to me being in football, and my family… I don’t even wanna think about it.” “I get you. I was in a similar position, at least with my fam but I came out and they were really understanding about it. Thing is, you can only do what’s right for you. My family isn’t yours so I can’t assume yours would be as cool with it.” “So…don’t assume, bro?” I teased. “Exactly,” he laughed. It was then that I noticed Damien was doing his thing over in the corner but his eyes were stuck on me, and not in a good way. Shit, I thought. I knew I had to go over but he made it easier. As I got off the tread mill, he came over. I told Malik to go on ahead and I would ankara escort meet him later. Damien practically dragged me by the arm to the side. I flung his hand off. “Fuck you doing, bro? I ain’t your girl for you to handle me like that, nigga!” “Fuck I’m doing?” he growled, looking around. “Fuck you doing with that gay-ass nigga? What did I tell you about the brotherhood?” “He’s just a friend, Damien. He hangs out with straight guys too so it’s not like I’m blowing my cover.” “I don’t give a fuck! We don’t do niggas who are out and proud!” “You’re making a fucking scene,” I snapped. He glanced around. Most of the scattered gym patrons were focused on their workouts but a few noticed us, and one or two were outright trying to eavesdrop. “Because you with that nigga,” he whispered harshly. “No, it’s because you having a whispered convo with me like we’re a married couple arguing.” That struck a nerve. He sneered at me but he knew it was true. I’d dug up his ass so often, he was practically wifey and he was acting the part perfectly; being jealous of my even chatting with another dude. So much for no-strings DL fucking. “Just this once, I won’t say anything to Jaron or Niles but you better get your head right, Chaz. I’m serious!” he warned as he returned to his workout. I shook my head. This motherfucker was really trying to make things hard for me. He was acting more like a bitch than out and proud Malik ever had. I didn’t join the brotherhood to suffer the same dramatic shit that went on most gay, or even straight, relationships. I marched to the locker room and took my shower. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I was fuming by the time I knocked on Malik’s door. “Yo, my man. You knocked kinda hard,” he noted as he let me in. I dropped my bag on the floor, sat on the edge of the bed and buried my face in my hands. “Bro, what’s wrong?” “Stupid shit!” “Tell me.” “You really wanna know?” “Sure. You can tell me anything.” I told him about my encounter with Damien, though I left out the details of him being gay, and about the secret brotherhood within the football frats. I made it more of Damien being super homophobic and annoyed that I was cool with a gay dude. “And does he know you’re DL?” “I don’t think so,” I lied, “but it really got to me, Malik. Like this thing–football–it’s all I’ve ever lived for. I don’t know what I’d do if I got cut from the team.” “They can’t cut you for being gay, and if they did they’d have to put forward a VERY good reason in this day and age.” “I guess but…man, it’s too much stress, being on the DL,” I said, expressing my true, deep-seated feelings. “I wish I could just come out like you.” “Yeah. Come here,” he said, pulling me into a hug. I sighed as he held me, and the pressure of my thoughts faded away. I nuzzled my head into his chest and hugged him back. He held me like that for a while. “Better now?” he asked. “Yeah. Thanks for this, Malik.” “No problem. You’re my bro. We gotta stick together, y’know?” “True.” “Listen, I know something, or rather someone, who can make you feel way better. Both of us actually.” “Oh word? Who’s that?” Malik whipped out his phone and showed me a few pics ankara olgun escort of a fine, peanut butter brown ass. It was fat and round and soft-looking. Then, in one pick, the owner had reached behind and spread his smooth hairless cheeks to display a gorgeous pinkish hole that had clearly seen lots of action. Just the kind of dick-hungry boy-pussy I liked to shove my dick into. “He’s a little Latin dude who lives on the ground floor. He’s in our year but in a different degree program entirely. He’s always horny and that sweet boy-pussy is always ready for the dick-down.” “Damn,” I said, groping my hardening dick. “Invite him over.” “Way ahead of you, bro,” he said as his fingers scurried over the face of his phone, sending the text. Moments later, the response binged. He grinned. “He’ll be up in five.” Armando Ramirez. Aged 20, height 5’6, weight 145 lbs; stocky but not overweight with a nice muscle tone, smooth peanut-butter complexion, low-cropped spiky black hair and full pink lips. He had the most amazing fat-ass booty; barely contained in snug-fitting sweatpants. “Nice,” I said, sliding my hand down the back of his pants as he got up on the bed between Malik’s legs. “You ready to get fucked?” “Every day, papi,” he grinned, wiggling his ass as I sunk my finger into his wet hole. My hard dick strained against the fabric of my shorts as he sucked on Malik’s erection. I stripped naked then got up on the bed behind Armando. I spread those fat ass-cheek and sunk my face up inside. He moaned then choked as Malik growled, clogging the Latin bottom’s throat with his fat dick. I went to work on the sweet pucker; kissing and licking on it. I held him by the waist and shoved my tongue in. He was nice and clean. I took my time to run my tongue in circles on the inner rim; making him moan and shudder as he gurgled and choked as he took a deep throat-fucking from Malik. I gave his ass one last lick then drooled spit onto my dick as I pushed inside him. “Mmmmm Hmmmm!” he moaned. I threw my head back and grabbed his waist as I sunk all the way in. His hole was hot and wet and silky-soft. It was like grinding my dick into a tub full of thick creamy butter. I pulled back and my dick was glistening wet. I held onto his fat ass as I slid back inside. That sweet hole expanded around my dick and pulled me in. So fucking eager! I pumped back and forth, going slow so I wouldn’t nutt too fast. His talented fuck-chute was milking my dick like crazy. I picked up the pace, giving that ass what it had been begging for. “Mmmmm! Si, papi! Fuck me deep!” he moaned as he came off Malik’s dick and looked back at me. “Ooooooh, siiiii papi! Yeeees!” “Get back on this fucking dick!” Malik growled and forced Armando’s head down in his lap. The bottom choked once more as Malik controlled his head bobbing up and down on his dick; making him go fast and causing him to gag often. I grabbed Armando by the waist and hammered into him. Malik rose up on his knees and shoved his dick all the way down the Latin boy’s gullet. I grinned as I watched Malik’s dick stretch Armando’s throat. The boy was getting spit-roasted hard and deep from both ends. I brought ankara ucuz escort my focus back to my own pleasure. I looked down at my dick. “Ohhhhh damn, nigga! Get my dick all fucking creamy!” My dick was coated in a thin layer of sloppy cream as I punched in and out faster and harder. Armando moaned louder. His asshole quivered on my dick. “Damn, this bitch about to have an anal orgasm!” I exclaimed. Sure enough, he howled around Malik’s embedded dick and his ass went crazy. It jiggled and the tunnel clenched and trembled on my dick. It got super wet and cream sloshed out of his hole each time I rammed my way back in. “Fucking creamy-ass bitch! You ’bout to make me nutt!” I growled, slamming into his ass like a wild beast. “AHHH FUCK! TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT, BITCH!” I grinded my dick all the way up in him as he howled. I forced myself balls-deep as my dick jerked and jerked, spewing my pent-up load as far up his ass as it would go. “Fuck that was good!” I sighed, pulling out. I sat in front of Armando while Malik took my place behind and shoved his dick up in that well-creamed fuck-tunnel. “Ahh fuck yeah! Sweet ass-pussy!” he moaned as he held Armando by the waist and plowed the hell out of him. I loved watching Malik fuck. His chiseled abs and ripped muscles contracted and released as he pumped in and out, back and forth. His ebony skin was glossed in a fine sheen of perspiration. He was in full concentration on that fat ass. He threw back his head and moaned as he quickened his pace and forced his dick harder and deeper. “Mmmmmm! Si, papi! Fuck me like that!” Armando moaned into my thigh. I slapped my half-hard dick against his cheek. He turned and took my dick-head into his mouth. I lied back on the pillow, arms behind my head and enjoyed the sweet fat lips slurping and swallowing my pole. I gasped softly as I slipped into his throat. I shuddered with pleasure. “Damned good! Work that fucking dick into your stomach,” I encouraged, as he churned his head round and round on my well-lodged pole. I gripped the sheets and moaned as he kept his hot mouth around the base of my dick. I had no idea how he was breathing, and I didn’t care either. His mouth was just so amazingly good that I didn’t want him to stop. Then, he moaned. The vibrations shimmied down to my balls. “Ooooooh fuck, nigga! Yeeeeeaaaah!” I growled, thrusting in and out of Armando’s spit-clogged esophagus; the sticky saliva drooling down in a big wet mess over my neatly trimmed pubes and balls. “SHIIIIIIIT! FUUUUUUUCK! UUURRRGGGGHHHH!” I roared as I shot my second nutt down Armando’s gullet. I shuddered and coughed. I gripped the sheets as I calmed down from my high and resumed watching Malik pound deep in Armando’s ass. “Oh fuck,” Malik moaned. “OH FUCK! IMMA NUTT UP IN YOU! FUUUUUUCK!” He shuddered, threw back his head and bucked in and out of Armando’s hole like a wild man. He shoved himself balls-deep and grinded the rest of his nutt deep inside the sloppy Latin fuck-tunnel. He flopped on top of Armando, panting. “That is one sweet fucking boy-pussy,” I noted with a grin. “His mouth ain’t bad either.” “Told you,” Malik huffed. “I love tearing up some tight ass, and this motherfucking sweet Latin cum-dump is the best…ever!” I couldn’t deny that, and honestly, I didn’t have the energy to as I flopped back on the pillow; recovering my strength for round two. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Please donate to NIFTY. Running a website ain’t cheap, and we all want these free free stories, fty/donate.html
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