Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2007 17:43:30 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: the competitors 2

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The Prize

The night of his first match I stayed at home, too worried to go to the
arena to see him put his life on the line.  It was probably the one match I
should have gone to see.  In the second period he was able to force his
opponent to tap out.  When he arrived home that evening he only had one
bruise, it was under his right arm where he had been unable to avoid the
top of a foot.  That evening was one of the most tender in our history,
although one of the times he fucked me he bucked and humped like his dog,
howling in triumph.


For the next week Artie and I did little more at home than fuck and fuck
some more.  Not only did he have me on the wrestling mats, bed, sofa, in
the shower, he laid me over Lance and with my dick rubbing in the long
white hair fucked me silly.  Even Lance seemed to understand that something
was going better in the house and after I rolled off him that evening
licked and lapped at my ass digging for every drop of Artie's cum before
doing me until I came for him, a first since we'd been together.  Watching
me shoot on my stomach and chest while his dog licked my dick and balls got
Artie revved up enough to stick his half- hard dick in my mouth and begin
forcing it into my throat.  I thought Lance was close to being finished
when I raised my legs high enough for Artie to grab my knees.  With the
open hole waiting for him Lance didn't wait another second but mounted me
and pulled Artie deeper into me when his front legs wrapped around the
wrong victim.  That's the one and only time that I've been fucked face to
face by a dog, I don't recommend it.

Only after Lance had shrunk to half the size it normally took was he able
to pull out.  I was beaten to a pulp by the vigorousness of the two healthy
males having taken me from both ends and after lifting my hips for Artie to
slide a towel under me didn't move for the rest of the night.  As is so
often the case with me and many others that enjoy being fucked, one or two
good fucks make you ready for another. Waking between Artie and Lance I had
no problem deciding which way to turn, I was able to raise an erection on
Artie running my fingers over his balls and asshole.  Before he woke I was
seated on the tip of his dick posed to swallow it upon seeing his eyes
open.  The joy on his face at having been waked that way stayed with him
for the rest of the week, never had he smiled that much.

The night before he was to leave for the second match of the season Artie
let me listen to a message he had received on his cell phone.  "When I beat
you tomorrow you're going to give me your boyfriend for the night.  He's
going to be the urinal for the entire team until you retrieve him the next
day."  It was the way Kin would make a proposition for a wager, little did
I know upon hearing that message that Artie was actually considering
agreeing.

"So what do you say?  Trust me to win?  You can name whatever you want as
the consequence if he loses."  There was a seriousness in his words that I
didn't want to believe, did he really think so little of me that he would
risk losing me to his competitors for a night?

"No.  No way.  Leave me out of your bets.  I'm not some tramp you picked up
on the street that you can give away.  You two are sick!"  Where the anger
had been stored or whether it was new I'm not sure.  The only thing I am
sure of is that when he tried putting his hand on my shoulder and convince
me that he was going to win I turned around and landed a foot to his jaw.
I had practiced his kicks with him many times, but I had never actually
used one on anyone.  He was flat on his back as fast as Newton's proverbial
apple hit him on the head.

Neither Lance not I knew what to do.  The dog that would normally have
defended him was too perplexed by his immobility to do anything and I was
stunned by what I'd done.  When I couldn't get him to wake after a few
minutes I tried putting some clothing on both of us and calling 911.  I was
on the phone with the operator when he tried sitting up.  I told her I'd
call back if I thought I'd need help and hung up.  I was still angry that
Artie thought I was as disposible as a Bic but I wrapped some ice cubes in
a kitchen towel and held it to his head although he claimed he was okay.
Lance had stopped prancing around and was trying to lick Artie's face.  I
suppose it might have looked humerous if you were peeking through a window
or didn't know what had happened.

Twice more that evening he tried to talk me into the wager.  It was over
our morning coffee that finally told me that he and Kin had never backed
down from any wager the other proposed, although they had often moderated
the original intent until they could live with the consequences.  I don't
know why he couldn't see that I was not willing to live with the
consequences of this particular wager.  He left the house around noon for
the flight to the site of the match not having spoken to Kin, I hoped that
he would speak with him before the fight, because there was no way I was
going to be given away.

The last thing he talked to me about before leaving was the wager and how I
should trust him enough to go with him.  What he told Kin that evening I
don't know, fortunately for him he won the fight and Kin took the place he
had so wanted me to take.  The mega-heavy weight on Artie's team had lost
his fight, whether that was the reason or he just didn't understand the
concept of a urinal, before the hometown team left the lockerroon he used
Kin's mouth as a commode.  As Artie was leaving, his friend was swearing
that he would have revenge.  For the next three months the teams didn't
meet again.  The new year had come in and Artie had continued winning
matches and getting favorable coverage in any sports magazine that covered
Extreme Fighting.  There was even one reporter that suggested it was time
for him to go to a bout in Thailand where there were more experienced
fighters in his class.

We celebrated our first year living together with a quick weekend in Puerto
Rico watching the boys on the beach.  I was happy for Artie's success but
had started to feel restless at not having a career of my own.  Artie was
good about it and we spent a lot of time talking about what I could do to
start a career, finally I agreed to take a few business courses and intern
with a sports agency if possible.  The idea was that in a few years Artie
would need a business manager and I would step in, already prepared to do
it.  Both having set a career path and having decided that we were going to
stay together for the long term was intoxicating.  That afternoon we forgot
about the time and were still on the beach when the sun started setting. We
should have gone to the hotel and changed for dinner, but neither of us
wanted to move.

There was no more than a sliver of the sun showing over the horizon when we
saw a boy, probably less than ten, walking down the beach dragging a donkey
behind him by a rope leash.  We aren't into pedophilia, but the boy was
cute and the sight of him with a donkey on one of the most prosperous
beaches in San Juan drew our attention.  We had both taken classes in
Spanish in high school and college but were neither one fluent, still with
the limited English the boy spoke and our Spanish we began to understand
that he was taking the donkey to a bar about a mile away where he would be
used in shows.  The only answer we got to our questions about what kind of
shows was 'donkey shows'.  Curious beyond reason Artie and I threw on the
shirts we had waiting, grabbed our towels and followed the boy down the
beach.

While we walked the boy chattered away but Artie and I barely understood a
third of what he was saying.  We were within sight of the bar when the boy
pointed to a pair of dolphins playing about fifty feet off shore.  The boy
was sure they were both 'chicos' and as we watched them playing I was
surprised that we could actually see the corkscrew like cocks rubbing
against their bellies.  After a very few minutes they fell back from each
other with what I thought must be a shot of cum flying over each of their
heads about ten feet. Was it really possible that we had just seen two gay
dolphins?

I wanted to know more about the dolphins but we were close to the bar and
the shouting and applause of the crowd a seeing the boy leading the donkey
to the back 'yard' was almost deafening.  I couldn't imagine what type of
act a donkey must perform to receive that type of greeting.  I looked down
once more at the little unpreposing beast to see a dick starting to creep
up his hairy belly.  By the time we were walking through the back gate it
had extended at least twenty-four inches and the weight was nearly dragging
it down to the sand.  That is when it dawned on me that the 'donkey show'
the boy had been referring to was a live sex shows with the donkey as the
star performer.

Artie went and got us a light fruity rum drink, I don't think I ever heard
what the bartender called it, but it was rather like a dacquiri.  We had
found a seat and were looking around the enclosure hoping to find the
performer that would be submitting to the dick that by that time had
stretched out to a length I could not believe any human would attempt.  The
boy that had led us to the enclosure was leading the donkey around from
table to table begging nickels for a feel of the dick.  Once or twice I saw
a man or a woman give the boy a dollar and do a little more fondling of the
donkey than the others, but for the most part nobody was bursting their
pants to get at him.

Artie gave the kid a five. I hadn't thought about touching him until that
moment and the donkey was passing me by when I reached down and cupped the
balls in my open hand.  Right then the donkey brayed, he had made no noise
during th walk on the beach or since we'd been at the bar so I thought I
must have done something wrong.  Around the bar people began applauding and
shouting, until that moment I hadn't noticed that here was no stage to be
seen.  The boy turned the donkey around and grinned at me.  After taking a
sip of Artie's drink he removed his shirt and shorts and set them in the
chair next to me.  Carefully kneeling in front of me he tugged on the leash
and the donkey stepped forward with his legs on either side and waited for
the boy to guide that huge pole to his hole.

There were coins and bills landing all over our table as the crowd got to
its feet to watch the boy take the donkey inside.  The boy couldn't have
had a torso as long as the donkey's dick, but four inches at a time the
dick disappeared inside his little butt.  Four times I counted the donkey
stopped and began swaying fom side to side and back and forth, each time
the noise coming from the boy grew louder and the noise of the crowd lower.
The boy hadn't screamed, yelled or tried to stop the beast from performing.
It was more than amazing, it was frightening when I thought about how much
donkey dick was in his ass.

Artie was even more in awe than me, looking below the boy he saw that the
donkey's balls were less than six inches from the boy's butt and was
starting to say something to me when the boy reached up to my trunks and
tried pulling them down.  Around the enclosure the chant of 'Go! Go! Go!'
sounded and Artie nodded to me.  I lifted my hips and helped the boy pull
down the tight square cut trunks.  As the boy lowered his mouth onto my
dick Artie reached for my hand and squeezed it tightly in his.  How he
directed the donkey I don't know, but when the boy had me lodged in his
throat the donkey started swaying from side to side and back and forth
causing the boy to be jammed up and down on my dick.  There was no way for
me to hold back as I watched the donkey and felt the throat grabbing at me.

Licking his lips the boy moved over a seat and drew Artie's board shorts
down and tried working the larger dick all the way in.  There was no way he
could get it all in, but he was dedicated and wasn't going to give up
without giving Artie a good ride.  Neither of us had ever been in the
situation of having people watch us getting off, but having often wrestled
in front of thousands the thirty people sitting around the bar watching
were not too much of a distraction.

Shortly after Artie gave the boy the load he was working so hard to get we
walked out to the beach with our trunks in hand and sat together looking
out over the softly lapping ocean without speaking.  What Artie was
thinking I'm not certain, but I was feeling guilty about the boy's age and
my own infidelity.  The guilt was only half of what was going through my
mind, I also was dwelling on the bottle-nosed dolphins we had seen earlier.
I knew that they were often completely homosexual in their young years and
many turned bisexual later.  From the time Flipper had been on tv I had
been attracted to the sleek, friendly animals.  Thinking about the
possibility of being in the water with two young dolphins when they were
either rubbing their bodies together or actually using their snouts to give
their partner pleasure had my dick leaking precum.

By moonlight Artie saw the shape I was in and began the discussion that led
to us staying in Puerto Rico for an extra three days.  We were getting
dressed when the boy and donkey came walking out of the bar, they waalked
up the beach toward our hotel with us.  Finished with his work for the
night Roberto told us about his life.  I had heard about nightmare
childhoods, but Roberto had survived more than I would ever have suspected
possible.  Our guess that he was less than ten had been based on his size,
but we were wrong he was actually twelve.

As an infant he'd been abandoned on the beach and turned over to an
orphanage that never had enough adults to keep it clean of money to buy
food and clothing.  There were seldom visitors that were there to adopt the
children, rather the children were taken for an evening or weekend by
single men that would pay the director to ignore the children when they
complained about their treatment.  Roberto guessed he was less than five
the first time he was taken and spent the weekend with different men
plugging his ass.  After the first time he was taken out for weekends
regularly, most of the time there were five or six men that abused him.  He
was in his second year at school when the man that retrieved him from the
orphanage most of the time took him to the pound to find a dog.  Roberto
was excited that the man thought enough about him to get him a dog, when he
learned why he ran away from the orphanage ashamed that he had been mounted
by an animal.

For the following two years he lived on the streets of San Juan doing
whatever he had to do to survive, beg, sell candy and sodas on the beach,
pass out flyers for tourist shops and bars, when necessary he sold his
mouth and butt.  Towards the end of the two years he attracted the
attention of an Floridian that had settled on a small farm outside of the
city.  The man would toss Roberto a few coins when he saw that the boy
looked dirtier than normal or he heard the boy complaining about being
hungry.  After a few months of that the man offered Roberto a place to
sleep in his barn on nights when it rained.  It was on one of those nights
that Roberto first saw another person mounted by an animal, one of the
man's six donkeys.

As the woman moaned and made a fuss about the donkey fucking her Roberto
worked the men under the covering of the roof giving at least a dozen
blowjobs and earning more money in one evening than he had made in the
previous two years.  When the crowd had disappeared the man that had
offered him a place to sleep sat down to talk with him.  Within a half hour
they had come to an agreement whereby Roberto would be told whenever there
was to be a show as long as he turned over thirty dollars of what he earned
to the man.  When Roberto went into the house with the man to get a bite to
eat he met the others that worked for him.  Besides the woman that had put
on the show there were two other women and two boys a bit older than him.

Roberto learned that night that giving blow jobs while the show was going
on was not the way to really make money.  The best money was made by the
performers that took the donkeys or dogs the visitors brought with them.
One of the other two women bragged about the night she had taken on all six
of the owner's donkeys and four dogs, the money she bragged about making
was far more than Roberto imagined there being in the world.  All the talk
of money had Roberto thinking about what he had seen and done in his life
and when he spoke with the man the following morning volunteered to become
one of the performers when there were dogs to service.  The dick on the
donkey had scared him.

On the first anniversary of working for the man the others that lived there
threw him the first party he had ever attended as a guest not performer.
They all got drunk and when someone suggested that they all allow a
different donkey fuck them he was the only one to protest.  The party moved
to the barn, the only animals the Floridian kept there were the six donkeys
and a pony sized Great Dane that Roberto had serviced orally and anally a
few times.  Once they were in the barn his 'friends' tied him to a training
dolly that set his ass the exact height the donkeys needed.  Laughing and
playing around they brought the donkey they had chosen for him into the
arena, the boys were on their knees giving the donkey a hand and two
mouths.  When they arrived at the place Roberto had been left on the dolly
they assisted the donkey into place and guided the long thin dick against
his hole and let the beast move at his own pace as he swayed over his back,
gradually sinking the bendable dick further into him than anything had ever
reached.

Roberto was only ten the day he was sacrificed to the donkey.  That night
marked an end to his childhood, as bad as it had been, he shot his first
load of cum.  The realization that he could take the donkey as easily as he
took men and dogs changed his outlook and his options.  He could have done
as the others at the farm and waited for the owner to set up his shows but
he had some ambition, he wanted to have enough money to get out of the
life.  He still didn't know what he planned on doing, but after a year of
trekking from one bar to another putting on shows and paying the farmer for
the use of his donkey Roberto was ready to buy the donkey and his own farm.
It would have been nice if we had enough money to help him, but we had just
managed to save enough for our vacation and needed to start collecting
money to buy a car.

I talked with Roberto about the dolphins he had showed us.  For a few
dollars he offered to take us right up to the dolphins and if they were
willing to teach us how to approach them for sex.  Not even waiting for
Artie to agree I made arrangements to meet Roberto on the beach the
following afternoon.  We spent an hour changing reservations and leaving
messages at home, Artie's coach, my boss and Lance's tender.  I could
barely sleep for the excitement, by the time the sun was rising Artie's
dick was rubbed raw from all the time it had spent in my ass and between my
cheekd which needed a shave.

Rooberto joined us on the beach around two o'clock and we sat along a
shallow inlet where he said the pair of dolpihins we'd seen the previous
day often came to play.  I'd read some about the sex lives of dolphins and
although I was excited about get near them I was also nervous about
approaching a 'wild' dolphin.  Some of what I had read I would have been
better off had I believed the authors not Roberto.  Around dinnertime the
pair of young males that had been playing nearby the previous day returned.
Roberto and I slipped out of our suits in the shallow water and swam out to
where the pair was splashing and playing.  Artie stayed on shore holding
our trunks, he said he wanted to get close to the dolphins, but he was even
more nervous than me.

That first day he should have been with Roberto and I, the young dolphins,
Roberto swore they were young, played a bit and dragged us with their
dorsal fins but the closest they came to being sexual with us was when the
one that had a white spot upon his shout pushed against my butt with it.  I
didn't think he was being sexual, I felt he was playing and let it go
without responding in any manner.

The boy had to start his evening's work, so he left Artie and I sitting on
the beach talking about my foolish desire to get close to the dolphins.  He
had used the hotel business center that morning and checked out some web
sites that supposedly knew about bottle-nosed dolphins.  Not surprisingly,
when you deal with an animal that not everyone sees up close there exists
misinformation out there to read.  One site he read said that dolphin dicks
were 6-8 inches long, another said they were 10-14 inches long, a third
said that they were prehensile and a fourth that they were shaped like a
corkscrew.  All four sites warned against attempting to give a blow job to
a dolphin, they are supposedly able to shoot cum at a damaging speed.

Artie stayed in a funk all night about the foolishness of me getting close
enough to a dolphin to feel him up.  I doubted that I would have the luck
or time to accomplish much more than that, if I was able to do anything at
all.  Roberto and I didn't need to wait for the pair of dolphins the
following day.  To my delight they were even more friendly and although
they were pushy and chatty I didn't sense they meant either of us any harm.
We had been in the water with the pair a half hour or so when they swam a
little ways away from us and began playing sexual games with each other.
The larger of the two was much more oral than the smaller who was happier
to rub against the larger male.

I did find out that day that some of what Artie had read could be true.
They had dicks that didn't seem to be much more than six or eight inches
long if that, but it's hard to tell when the slit they pop out of is
underwater and their dicks are above the waterline. Neither Roberto or I
tried approaching them while they were rubbing and I believe 'giving lip'.
He had warned me that we should wait until the third day when the wild
animals would be more at ease with us.  That night all Artie could talk
about was returning hme and getting back to pratice, he didn't want to talk
about the possibility that I'd fulfill a lifelong dream the next day or
anything else on the island.  By the time I went to bed I was pouting and
turned away from him and feigned sleep, an act that I had only once before
played.

I woke up sorry and seduced Artie before either of us left bed and by the
time came for us to meet Roberto we were acting normal, for us.  Roberto
knew that it was our last day in San Juan and instead of rushing into the
water tried crawling between our legs and blowing us on the beach.
Although there weren't any people around, Artie and I were a bit shy about
having a twelve year old doing us in public.  He was busy licking at my
balls when the pair of dolphins started calling to us.  I didn't know what
it was, but here was something different about the chatter.  I skimmed off
my Speedo's before making it to the water, which is not the way Roberto and
I had been dashing across the sand to approach the dolphins the first two
times.  The second difference was that we were both hard when we swam to
their sides, we didn't need to stroke them and play to get that way.

Because they're wild I hadn't thought to name them or differentiate except
by their sizes.  Generally they stayed by each other and let 'us' join
them, but that afternoon they split up and swam to our sides.  The larger
male went to Roberto and the smaller to me, don't get me wrong, the
s,maller male was still aix feet long and close to three hundred to three
hundred and fifty pounds.  'My friend' had nudged my cock before, I'd
thought it was not anything I could consider intentional, but that day he
let his rubbery lips open not only on my cock, but also my balls before
laying beside me in the water where I could rub his stomach.  He only lay
there for a little while, I think it is probably difficult for a dolphin to
stay in that position: while he was with me Roberto's 'friend' had begun to
rub his body against the boy so that he was either laying down in the
shallow water or bent over.

Until that experience with the dolphins I hadn't known that a male dolphin
can 'seemingly will' his cock hard and out of the slit that keeps it safe.
Looking at Roberto and the larger dolphin it was soon apparent that there
was a possible interspecies breeding going to occur, Roberto was being
rubbed fron and back by the oddly shaped cock.  I wondered if my friend was
also in that state. He hadn't been pushing me like Roberto's 'friend' but I
had felt what seemed to be little more than a pencil brush my leg and butt.

Whether it was my mistake, time or something else, things changed quickly.
Replaying it in slowmotion, it seems to me that Roberto ducked his head
first but maybe not.  The next thing I knew was that my wrist was being
grasped under the water. I lowered my head and took two shots of the
saltiest cum directly in my left eye; it didn't blur my vision, the salty
cum hit hard enough to detach the retina making it impossible to see out of
the eye.  Startled and in pain I jerked upwards.  'My friend' jerked at the
same time, not upwards but away from my body in a spasm of pleasure.
Except for me it wasn't pleasure but more pain.  Immediately I knew that my
arm was broken.

Roberto and Artie helped me get dressed in my Speedo's, pulled a shirt over
my good arm and tossed it over the other shoulder.  Roberto directed us to
a hospital where I waited for three hours to have my arm x-rayed.  The
'friendly' dolphin had broken a phalange, a carpal, a metacarpal, the ulna
and the radius.  There was also a fracture in the epicondyles, so the cast
stretched from the tip of my littlest finger half-way up my bicep.  The
emergency room doctor suggested that I would be better off covering my eye
with gauze and a patch until I could get back to the US mainland and find a
specialist.