All Parts of Him Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

All Parts of Him Ch. 01

... the observer's hands trembled, even as he squeezed his own hard-on. Seeing them both from beyond the doorway, doing something that was so taboo, it made the blood in his veins surge. His cock throbbed and ached.

"I'm gonna cum!" the white man said, still furiously jerking his dick.

"Yo, Robby, where you at?" A voice called from the stairs. In the darkness, footsteps approached.

Robert, the observer, thought quickly. He backed into the bathroom across from the bedroom, turning on the light and quietly shutting the door. He hated himself for what was about to happen, but he was sure there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He heard the door across the hall open.

"Oh shit! Stevey?!" the voice cracked. "What the hell is going on?"

Quickly opening the bathroom door, Robert ran out as if he was also caught unaware. He entered the bedroom in time to see his friend Marco, standing by the door in disbelief, his jaw gaping open.

The white man was still ejaculating on Steven's back as they both desperately tried to cover up with blankets.

Looking up at Robby, Steven could see his best friend, a nearly seven-foot tall and somewhat muscular black man with a runner's build, who now looked back at him with an expression of horror.

Robert turned to the white man, "Get out of here!"

The man stood up and started putting his clothes back on, looking up constantly to make sure he wasn't about to be attacked.

Marco, ever the macho Latino of the group, took two ...

... steps toward Stevey, "What the fuck, man? Have you been a fag this whole time?" Without waiting for an answer, he raised his fist and landed a blow on Steven's forehead, causing the bed to bounce and shake.

The sudden shift to violence caught Robert off guard, his gentle brown eyes connected with the cobalt blue eyes of his best friend; eyes that called out to him for help. With his blood suddenly boiling, Robert stepped in between his two friends and shoved Marco away, "No! Leave him alone!"

From downstairs, a commotion grew louder as two young men hurried up the stairs and into the room. They were each dressed casually in pants and sweaters of dark colors. "Dude, Robby, what's going on?" another black man wearing a pristine red zip-up hoodie, had asked. But as the group of men scanned the room, seeing Steven pull on a pair of briefs and cowering behind Robert, and then on the other side of the room, the strange white man who thrust his feet back into his shoes without tying them, it became apparent what had transpired. "Woah...what the hell?" he said.

The muscular Asian friend peeked around the other black man saying, "Dude, were they hooking up with each other?"

"I don't know," said the black man in the red hoodie, his voice and mind lost in bewilderment.

"Get out of here!" Robert barked at the white man again.

Picking up the rest of his belongings, the older white man tried to push past the trio of men, they shoved him, wrinkling their noses and narrowing ...