Courvy reached over into the medicine cabinet for the latex and lube they needed. Money turned around, arching his backside out while his man primed him for penetration. That moment, Money rubbed his nipples between his fingertips, bracing himself for his partner's sweet violation.
Once Courvy was ready, he slowly pushed himself into Money's hole, causing Money to gasp. 'Shi...ahhh...' Only about half of Courvy's shaft was inside him yet Money already felt the urge to paint the shower tile. Slowly, he started to stroke his own cock as Courvy pierced him deeper.
'Damn baybee...' Money cried as Courvy worked that spot between his thighs.
Curvy straightened up putting his hands on Money's sides as he rode him. 'Shit...dude, I luv gittin' in that ass...mmm' The minute Money began moving with Courvy, his breaths quickened as his body tensed. Although he knew it hadn't been that long, he was ready to unload his jizz on Money's backside. Besides, it was time to get out the bathroom so they could get dressed.
Reluctantly, he leaned down planting a kiss on the tattoo located on the small of Money's back.
'Baybee as much I wanna keep on, we gotta go.'
Again, he put his lips on Money's hot skin wishing that he could stay here to make love to his man.
However, there was Torrid's request that needed to be fulfilled so they could be with 'family', one that wouldn't judge them because they were gay.
Hearing Courvy's words made Money cringe. Right then his fears returned taking away the temporary bliss he was feeling from Courvy's invasion. Despite the talk, that Courvy had given him earlier, that didn't make the anxiety disappear completely. Nevertheless, he kneaded his own shaft, anticipating Courvy's load to splash on his backside any moment.
'Ahh...Mo...dayum I'm gonna...ahhh...' Courvy shouted, as the stir in his groin became an eruption. In a hurry, he pulled the condom off his cock while tapping Money's ass with his mushroom head. A string of cream shot out of his dick onto Money's hips.
'Fuck...ahhh...' Money yelled as his juice hit the shower wall in blotches. 'Oh...Cour...sh...' Still rubbing his own, Money leaned upwards lying against his mans body.
Courvy wrapped his arms around Money, massaging his deflated cock across Money's back while lightly nibbling on his neck.
'Money...I...' Courvy hesitated because his boy always told him never tell him he loved him until he was sure he meant it. However, at that moment, Money needed to hear some encouragement.
'I know dawg...I know. Promise me that we'll be here at our spot later on tonight, unharmed, puhleeze?' Money begged because he was definitely scared of the dangerous task they were about to partake; moreover what for? So, Torrid could get his rocks off knowing his new recruits got some jerk juice from his archrival?
Courvy dug his fingers into his boyfriend's shoulders. Unfortunately, he couldn't assure Money that they'd make it out safely, hopefully, he thought, at least one of them could get the 'evidence' back to Torrid so life could continue somewhat peacefully.
Money swallowed hard as Courvy continued to knead his muscles. 'Yeah, I knew you couldn't. You jus as scared as I am...damn Courvy.' That moment, Money broke away from Courvy stepping out of the shower.
'You bes com on then. We gotta make an effort to git Torrid what he wants or else our asses are Bear's.'
As Money dried off, Courvy stood there motionless. Yeah he was scared, shitless in fact. That didn't matter though, the task had to be attempted so they could be accepted as part of the Monarch family regardless of the apprehension either one of them felt.
After leaving their apartment, they drove to Weed Street to the site of a 'down low' affair hosted by a local gay nightclub. When they went in, they both were anxious to get on with this mission so immediately they sought out the Lords leader who called himself Flex.
The moment they passed through the crowd of bangers with crooked caps and gold teeth, they started asking people where Flex was. Not long after they'd asked the first dudes that stared them down, a man approached them with a bent Red Sox cap over a set of long braids.
'Hey, ya'll lookin fo me? Wat's up?' he said wearing a sly grin.
The two of them stopped with mouths dropped to the floor. Flex was as advertised: A muscular specimen with long brown braids hanging off his shoulders and green eyes.
'Wat's happenin ya'll? I heard ya mention my name, wat's yo deal?' Flex licked his lips while grabbing his crotch. Annoyed with Money and Courvy's silence, he walked directly in front of Money.
'Man, ya'll lookin for me, well wat now? Say somethin dudes...'
Finally, Money interrupted flex. 'Yo my man, we wanna join yo crew dawg. We heard ya'll got the city on lockdown man...' Money flashed his whites at Flex who was now smiling like a chestier cat.
Courvy seemed a bit taken a back that his man had said something to Flex. Right then, Courvy felt a little jealous especially since Flex had undressed Money with his eyes. As the two men checked each other out, Courvy spoke.
'Yo fam, like my man said, wat does a brotha have to do to git in witcha?' When he finished, Courvy pulled his man backwards. Normally, he would've hit someone that came that close to his man however, because they had to collect this man's natural wine, he refrained.
'Hmmh, I got's a couple of ideas my brothas, both ya'll follow me.' Flex waved his hand towards the left letting his new friends go in front of him. Watching them walk, he liked what he saw. Two guys who acted straight not drawing so much attention to themselves. That's how he liked his new recruits, not flaming fags but attractively thuggish.
As they approached a room labeled private, Flex pushed himself into Money grinding his dick into Money's backside. Courvy was in front of Money not noticing that his man was being hit on.
'Oh my fault dawg, jus lost my footin.' He said closely into Money's ear. Flex's aggressiveness was kind of a turn on for Money. Instead of trying to get his boys attention, he leaned back into his chest rubbing his ass against Flex's stiff pole. If anything, he thought he could flirt with the man so they could get what they came for and get out of there quickly.
Distracted, Flex walked in front of Courvy to unlock the office door. As he turned the lock, he nodded at someone to come over. The moment he opened it, a big burly man walked over, pulling the door to a close behind the three men.
Dj | 12 Apr 2010
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