Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2015 15:21:22 -0700
From: Chub Hubby <chubihubby@gmail.com>
Subject: Like Son, Like Father Part 3

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Like Son, Like Father Part 3 - Son

by Chub Hubby
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Keith Jeffries closed his eyes and allowed himself to bask in the enjoyment
of how perfect his life was at the moment. Here he was, an 18 year old
proud, black man with a full football scholarship to one of the best
schools in the country. He so impressed his coaches that he was put on the
varsity team's first string, the only incoming freshman ever to do so. He
was no slouch at school work either, averaging a solid C+ to B in most of
his classes. And finally, living away from home for the first time (even if
it was just by 100 miles) allowed him to fully explore the life of the
young, perverted, cum-loving faggot that he was.

He was a man with no shame at his natural urges and allowed himself the
time and opportunities to make sure those urges were given into and
nurtured to the fullest. Keith found all the cock he could ever wish to get
rammed into his 100% bottom man-hole. Including a good many members of his
team and coaches.

This last thought was interrupted by a hot blast of cum hitting Keith's
face. He opened his eyes and turned to his left to catch the last blast of
cum from the dick of a short, white man in a cheap suit who was groaning
like he hadn't cum in weeks. "Dammit," the man said in disappointment, "I
was really looking forward to fucking that hot ass, but I came just
watching you take that dick."

Keith readjusted to reality. He was lying on a bench in a well used men's
room of a rest stop off the old freeway out of town. Someone had moved a
picnic bench into the room and Keith was lying on his back with a man
plowing away at his ass and surrounded by three other men, including mister
quick cum.

Keith laughed at the little white guy who blasted his face and raced out of
the toilet, and looked between his thickly-muscled legs to see a bulky
latino repair guy ramming his uncut dick into Keith's hungry hole. "C'mom
Juan, ram me with that fat dick and give me your load." Keith said reading
the name on the man's work shirt.

"I... Told... You..." The hunky man fucking Keith's hot ass said in rhythm
to his own fucking,
"My... Name's... Not... Juan... I... Just... Borrowed... His... Shirt... Madre
de dios!" The hot, hispanic, Not-Juan fucker screamed this as he unloaded
his huge cum load deep into Keith's grasping man-cunt.

The tall man bent over Keith in exhaustion and, without realizing it, laid
his head in one of the pools of cum that covered Keith's body. Keith had
been at the rest stop for hours, taking dick after dick, and some guys just
liked watching the show and blowing their loads all over the hot,
insatiable, black man. And, of course, Keith had shot three loads all his
own, hands-free, just from getting fucked.

"Fucking shit," Not-Juan said as he realized his face was covered in
strangers cum.

"Come here you big baby," Keith said as he pulled Not-Juan's head to his
own.

"Hell no man, I said no faggot stuff," Not-Juan protested.

"Look asshole, I'm just gonna clean you up. That cum on your face belongs
to me fucker." And Keith pulled the man's head to his mouth with just
enough force that Not-Juan knew he wasn't joking. He then licked the cum
from the man's cheek, and held him tight while he moaned and swallowed the
cum.

"Jesus fucking christ," Not-Juan swore as he pulled his face away from
Keith, "mother-fucking faggot." Not-Juan walked away from Keith wiping his
cheek with his handkerchief.

"That's right asshole," Keith shouted as the embarrassed, macho, stud
walked towards the men's room exit, "and you gave this faggot your hot
load, rather than take it home to your wife or girlfriend," Keith laughed
at the man as he angrily pushed open the door and fled the room, "or
boyfriend!"

By now one of the men left had positioned himself in between Keith's still
raised and spread legs. He was a paunchy middle-aged trucker, shirt open,
hairy with a prominent belly and a large chest with bright pink nipples
that worked their way out from the forrest of hair. He leaned forward and
licked a huge wad of drying cum from Keith's chest, then kissed the
handsome black man deeply, feeding him the cum.

"Now that's more like it!" purred Keith. Turning his head to the last man,
who was lazily jacking his dick while he watched the proceedings, Keith
asked, "What number did I say that last guy was?"

"12," said the man watching as the trucker lifted Keith's legs just a bit
more and plowed his dick into Keith's willing, black hole.

"Looks like you're lucky load number 13" Keith moaned to the trucker as his
dick slammed all the way into Keith's man cunt.

The trucker pulled his dick almost all the way out, "You kidding me?" he
said as he pulled his belly up and looked at his cock coming out of Keith's
ass, "There's no cum on my dick and nothing coming out of your ass."

"That my hairy friend," Keith said, "is called complete ass-muscle
control. I've been doing this a long long time now and if I want that cum
in my ass, it stays in my ass. Now get back in there and give me another
load."

The trucker went to work on the hot man's ass, slamming in and out as fast
as his chubby body allowed. His hairy belly was rubbing Keith's dick which
was now 9" of rock-hard black man-meat and quickly working its way to a
fourth load. The last man in the corner jacking his meat stepped closer and
aimed his nicely sized dick right up with Keith's mouth, and Keith went to
town on the man's rod. With waves of pleasure wracking his body Keith let
his mind wander back to the start of his night long bacchanal. Had it
really been 13 loads today? He dreamily began counting them.




Number One: It was just getting dark as his football practice was winding
down and Keith looked over to the stands near the locker room entrance. The
new security guard was still staring holes into Keith as he had been doing
all afternoon. Keith looked him right in the eyes as he walked toward the
locker door, and gave the guard a little nod as he passed. The guard, a
white man in his late '30's, was a bit taller than Keith and carried a very
hefty bulk on his frame. He had the kind of body and attitude that made
Keith's bung hole twitch.  As he reached the locker room door, Keith looked
back over his shoulder and shaw the big white guard give a little tug on
his ample crotch. Keith gave him a big smile and pushed into the locker
room.

Keith had never been in the closet, except to his family, and he expected
to run into a good deal of homophobia when he went away to college,
especially among his team mates. But oddly enough because he was totally
out, and because he let it be known that he was available for any cock he
could get and had no shame over any of this, the team seemed to have no
problem with his sexuality. Many of them even took up his offer and fucked
him often. Of course the coach had a strict rule in place, no sex midweek
before a game. He didn't like his best players exhausted come Saturday's
game. The only exception to this rule was Keith himself, who, the coaches
noted, seemed to play better the more he got fucked. So Keith was free to
slut it up all he wanted during the week, just not with his teammates or
coaches. And since he seemed to have a very interested humpy security guard
interested, Keith quickly showered, lubed himself up, dressed and slipped
out of the locker room.

He scoped out the hallway outside of the lockers but didn't see his stalker
there. Disappointed he started walking out of the stadium heading to his
dorm when he heard a low whistle. Keith turned and saw the guard swinging
his big flashlight in the hallway the led deeper into the bowels of the
stadium. Seeing the big smile on the guards face Keith did a little,
playful jump and heading the guards way.

The guard headed further into the stadium and when Keith caught up with
him, the man turned to Keith and said, "You're pretty darn famous around
here, aren't you."

Seeing the guard was being a little playful Keith said, "Me? Famous?
Whatever for?"

The guard sneered a smile at Keith and ran his long flashlight along
Keith's huge crotch. When Keith moaned and leaned into the man, the guard
ran the flashlight through Keith's legs and up his ass crack.

"From what I've heard this big black ass can't get enough cock to satisfy
it. And I do love fucking me a big black ass."

"Just big black ass?" Keith asked with a grin.

"We all have our peculiarities," the guard responded.

"Lucky me."

At this the guard pulled Keith to him and planted his mouth firmly on the
muscled football player's mouth. The kiss was forceful and, combined with
the long workout he'd just gone through, made Keith's legs give way just a
bit. The guard grabbed Keith's body and pulled it strongly into his
own. Keith dropped his bags and wrapped his arms around the big man. It had
been days since he'd been fucked and Keith's hole was throbbing in
anticipation.

The guard pushed open the door they were standing next to and pulled Keith
into a dark store room. Keith dropped to his knees and started undoing the
guards uniform. He could feel the man's dick, hard as rock, as he unbuckled
him and shoved his pants to the ground. The guards dick tented his boxer
shorts and Keith dove his mouth onto the bulge. He sucked the man through
his musty underpants, then pulled out his cock and wrapped his thick lips
around the head. Keith used his tongue to dig into the man's foreskin and
lap up all the pre-cum that had lodged there. With his lips suction he
pulled the foreskin back and tongued the man's dick head. The poor guard
had never had so much attention paid to his rod while getting head. The man
grabbed Keith's head and slowly pushed his fat dick down the boy's
throat. He couldn't believe the feelings throbbing in his dick as Keith,
the expert cocksucker that he was, used his throat muscles to massage the
man's cock.

"Shit, kid. I'm gonna cum," the guard huffed. Keith immediately pulled the
cock from his throat and grabbed the guard's hips to sturdy him. He wanted
this man's cock buried deep into his ass when he blew his load so he stood
up, turned around, yanked his sweatpants to his ankles and grabbed the big
man's dick and aimed it at his hole.

"I want that load up my ass buddy. You gonna give it to me?" Keith asked as
he slipped the man's fat knob into his hot, black pussy. Keith tried not to
put much pressure on the guard's cock and it was shoved further into his
ass. He knew the man was about to blow and he wanted a bit of a fuck before
the man did. The guard grabbed Keith's thick waist as his cock buried
itself deep into the jock's black hole. He took a few breaths to calm
himself and then he started fucking the boy. The guard slammed in and out
of the young football player and Keith moaned obscenities with each thrust
until the guard slammed his dick to the hilt into Keith and screamed, "Take
my cum you faggot."

"Fuck yeah man!" Keith shouted as he felt massive spurts of cum fill his
ass, "give it all too me. Blast my black hole. Give me that fucking cum."

The guard finished and pulled Keith up and turned his face so they could
kiss. The older man's cock finally softened and plopped out of Keith's
ass. The jock turned to the guard and kissed him fully.

"Boy, those rumors do not do you justice." The man said as he pulled up his
slacks.

Keith took a second to enjoy what had just happened and then pulled up his
sweats. "Anytime, anywhere, this black ass is available to you. But let's
try to make it last just a little longer next time." The guard snorted a
laugh and pushed open the store room door.

Keith caught his breath then followed the guard out into the hallway. The
older man was already walking back further into the stadium. Keith turned
and walked out onto the campus. He was walking on a cloud feeling the cum
deep in his ass and after a few minutes he recognized the need that was
growing in him deep down. He needed to get fucked again, and soon. He was
nearing the student union and he decided to visit the basement men's room
which was always active with students and teachers looking to play. And
that brought his to...



Numbers Two and Three: As Keith headed down the dimly lit stairwell to the
bathroom on the basement floor of the student union he heard someone coming
up the stairs. As he turned the landing he saw a professor heading up to
him. The older man was straight out of central casting down to the leather
elbow patches on his suit coat. He was a handsome man, probably in his late
'50's with short dark hair and a well kept salt & pepper beard. The older
man smiled and nodded to Keith because they both knew there was really only
one reason someone was using this particular stairwell at this time of day
and that was to head down to, or come up from, the cruisiest bathroom on
campus.

Keith passed the teacher and stopped a few steps down the stairs. The older
man looked at the large, tightly-muscled black man in front of him and
said, "well I thought that viagra I took was going to go to waste. It's
been quiet as the dead down in The Church." The toilet had, to those who
knew its true purpose, somehow gotten the ridiculously inappropriate knick
name of `The Church'. No one knew where the name came from, or how old it
had been used, but if someone mentioned going to church you usually knew
they were heading down to get some stranger dick. Keith didn't say a word,
he just smiled and headed down the stairs, when he hit the bottom he
slipped off his sweatpants, looked back up to the teacher, smacked his
ample black ass and headed into the restroom. Keith heard the door to the
men's room open just as he entered the last stall down a long line of
toilets. He threw his sweats over the door and slipped his t-shirt
off. Keith rubbed his thick body with pride. He had always been a large boy
with good musculature, but the harsh work outs he's had since he came to
the university had sculpted and toned his body to the best it had ever
been. His shoulders were wide and led to thick arms. His chest was heavy
and well built from hours spent on the weight machines and led to his
stomach which was heavy and padded with muscle, no six pack but you could
tell the boy was strongly built.

Keith heard the professor enter the next stall so he started to run his
first two fingers through the glory hole, anxious to see what the older man
was packing. He got down on his haunches as the old man sent through his
heavy, but not rock-hard, dick. Keith stuck it in his mouth and the cock
started to thicken. It hit the back of Keith's throat and the muscled teen
took the hardening cock to it's base. The professor had obviously never
heard of manscaping, to Keith's delight, so Keith got a face full of salt
and pepper pubes through the hole. The old man moaned and started sawing
his cock in and out of Keith's mouth. He started building up a head of
steam and Keith took the man's dick from his mouth stood up and stuck it up
his hungry ass.

"Jesus Christ" the professor shouted. Keith grinned at this. So many times
had he surprised a trick with his willing black pussy. As a large,
strongly-built black man, Keith did not exude the attitude of a bottom
faggot. But he was usually rewarded with a good hard fuck once the man he
was playing with knew he had a cock and cum hungry faggot in front of him.

The professor started a steady fuck rhythm which Keith matched with his ass
on the other side of the stall. It was pleasant, Keith realized. No
fireworks, but just good solid ass fucking. After a few minutes of this
Keith could hear some mumbled obscenities coming from the old man as his
fucking grew more insistent. Finally the teachers slammed his body against
the toilet stall divider in an attempt to get as deep into the black fuck
hole as he could. Keith met him at the glory hole by ramming his big ass
onto the older man's dick, feeling the thick load the man spewed into his
guts.

Keith could hear the older man huffing and puffing and realized this was
probably the most exercise the man had had in a long while. The older man's
dick softened and slid out of Keith's hole with a light pop. "You okay
man?" Keith asked as the old man's heavy breathing continued. "Oh yes young
man," the teacher sighed, "you just gave me more of an adventure than I
thought was possible, thank you."

The teacher exited the stall just as the two men heard the bathroom door
open. Keith heard water running and a urinal being used, the professor
exiting and a minute later the new guy leaving as well. Keith laid himself
back onto the toilet and lifted his massive legs and planted his big feet
on either side of the stall door. His dick was sticking straight up, which
was it's usual position after getting fucked. Nothing got this black stud's
cock harder than getting his ass well used. Keith leisurely stroked his
cock, pulling back his foreskin, then stretching it far out from his dick
head. After 10 minutes, just as Keith was thinking there would be no more
action the rest room doors opened. He waited a few seconds then heard the
stall door next to his open and close. Keith lowered his muscled legs and
leaned in to look through the glory hole.

He was a little amazed to see a small white boy, no more than 14 or so,
lowering his shorts and start to stroke his dick.

"Hey kid" Keith said through the hole, "you sure you're in the right
place."

The short boy stopped stroking his dick and said, "yeah, I know what goes
on here. My dad works in the kitchen and I come here all the time."

Keith shrugged. He wasn't into kids, but he remembered being a randy,
little, black boy himself who loved sucking dick in the rest rooms of the
mall, so he said, "Why don't you shove that dick through here then." The
boy came over to the hole but he was a little too short to get up to the
hole. "Tell you what, why don't you just come on over here."

The boy popped open his stall door and Keith unlatched his and swung it
open. The boy looked at the big, black jock in front of him and took a step
back. "What's the matter kid? Second thoughts?"

"My daddy said I shouldn't talk to strange black men. He said it could be
dangerous."

Keith let out a huge laugh, "Look kid, you're in the mens room looking to
suck and fuck strangers, what the fuck does it matter what color they are?
Plus it sounds like your daddy is a racist asshole. So you wanna play or
not."

The kid looked at the large older boy in front of him, shrugged, and walked
into the open stall and shut the door behind him. He grabbed Keith's hard
dick and started jacking it. Keith reached down and felt the boy's pretty
hefty, for a 14 year old, dick. "You play with lots of men?" Keith
asked. The kid, eyes glued to the fat, black dick he was jacking, tilted
his head and just shrugged. "You ever fuck a man's ass before?" The kid
looked up to Keith at this and nodded. "And did you like it?" Keith
continued to ask.

"Oh yeah, it's lotta fun." said the boy.

Keith leaned back on the toilet again and raised his legs high up in the
air while jutting his large, smooth, black ass at the kid. "Well son, you
think you wanna fuck this big, black hole?" The boy took his hand from the
big black dick and started rubbing the black man's asshole. His dick was
now hard as a rock and he placed the head of it right up to Keith's
hole. "That's it kiddo. Now give it a push and shove it in there." The boy
complied and Keith used his ass muscles to grip the boy's cock and pull it
into his ass. The boy let out a whelp and pushed his body into Keith's. As
the boy started to fuck Keith, `pretty well for a kid' thought the jock,
they both heard the restroom door open. "Keep fucking my ass kid, just keep
it quiet."

Keith heard water running, someone using the urinal, then an odd sound he
couldn't place. It was a kind of scraping, or rolling sound. The sound came
closer then stopped outside Keith's stall. Keith could see a tall man
outside the door looking through the crack where it met the stall. The eye
moved away and Keith heard the stall next to his close. Looking down at the
glory hole he could see someone watching him getting fucked by the young
white boy. Keith never cared if anyone watched his slutting around,
actually he enjoyed it, so he turned back to the kid and said sternly,
"Okay sonny get to work and fuck my big black pussy." The kid was lost in
pleasure ramming his hard dick into the black boy's hole. He had never
played with a black boy or man, or a man this big, so he was enjoying the
newness of the experience, and within a few minutes, Keith could tell the
boy was ready to shoot. "Alright kid shoot that load up my ass, give me
your cum." The kid slammed harder and harder into the jock. Keith looked to
the hole in the stall and could still see someone enjoying the show. The
boy gave a final thrust and moaned loudly as he shot his load into the big
older boy's ass.

The young boy pulled his dick out and quickly yanked his shorts up and shot
out of the stall before Keith could even say thanks. He sat up and looked
to the glory hole but no one was there. The squeak of the next stall door
caught his attention. Keith waited for a few minutes then figured the guy
just wanted to watch, so he threw on his clothes and headed out. He swung
open the stall door. Standing in front of him, and leaning on a mop
sticking out of a roller bucket, was a tall, thin, black man wearing a
janitor's uniform along with a big scowl on his face.

Keith nodded and, unfazed, walked over to the sinks.

"What the hell kind of black man does this kind of shit." The old janitor
said loudly.

"This kind," Keith said as he washed his hands. He turned to the older
black man and continued, "I'm a faggot ole man. A big, black, proud
faggot. And I make sure I get what I need to keep me satisfied. That
usually means bending over, or lifting up my legs and getting my hot, black
hole used like the slut I am." Keith finished drying his hands and turned
away from the fuming janitor.

"Well your daddy must be proud." He said.

This stopped Keith in his tracks. Not much other people thought or said
bothered him, but bringing up his father was a sore spot. He wasn't open to
his parents about his sexual activity as he still feared their disapproval,
especially his father's. His dad had found the dildo coach had given him to
help him curb his appetite for cock. This, theoretically, would keep him
from spending hours each week hunting down dick for his big, black
cunt. But when his dad found it in his room during Keith's last visit home,
he had punted, and told his dad that it was from the coach, true, and would
help in his training, supposedly also true, and he should maybe talk to the
coach about it. This was the only hint of shame that Keith carried when it
came to his sexual exploits, and he didn't like being reminded of it.

He turned and looked at the old man still learning on his mop, still
wearing that look of disgust. Keith looked the man up and down, and noticed
a hefty bulge. The janitor was definitely sporting a semi-hard dick in his
uniform. Keith squinted his eyes at the old man and took a step towards
him. "You enjoy the show?" he asked.

"What?" the janitor asked with confusion.

"Well you watched that white kid fuck my ass for what, 6 or 8 minutes? I
just want to know if you enjoyed yourself."

"You are disgusting."

"Look old man, I can see that fat dick of yours poking a hole in your
pants, I can tell when a man is turned on. You watched that kid fuck me and
drop a load up my ass. I bet all the while you were jacking that old man
dick, which was probably harder than it's been in decades. Am I right?"
Keith walked to the man as he spoke and ended up face to face. "You wanna
fuck this black cunt old man?"

"Hell no. I... I... don't fuck faggots."

"No, of course you don't. You just like to watch them get fucked."

Keith watched the old man fume for a few seconds then asked, "How about a
blow job? I could take care of that dick, no problem."

The old man bolted passed Keith who turned to watch him storm out. As he
reached the rest room door the old man pulled out a huge set of keys from
his pockets, locked the door shut, turned around and unzipped his
overalls. "I'm on a schedule, and I ain't got much time."

Five minutes later Keith left The Church licking his lips, having swallowed
a huge nut from the disapproving janitor.



Number Four and Five: As he left the student union building, he realized he
was in the zone and he was not gonna be satisfied until he got fucked
again. He didn't want to wait for the occasional trick in the toilet so he
took out his phone and opened the "findhm" ap. This was especially designed
for men in the closet, lots of married men and brothas on the DL. It only
took him a second to find a top less than a quarter mile away. The man's
faceless photos showed a tightly-muscled, hairy older man, sporting a six
pack and huge pecs, and most importantly a long and very thick slab of
cock.

Keith texted him: `Looking for a good fuck right now. I'm very close, you
available?'

It was only a few seconds later that he got a response: `Fuck yeah. I'm at
Active Sportswear in town. Head around to the loading dock and knock on the
door.'

`Know right where that's at. Be there in a couple minutes.' Keith texted as
he jogged towards town and the store a few blocks away. He found the back
of the store and the loading dock. During his jog over Keith's dick had
sprung to life and was tenting his sweatpants once again. He knocked at the
back door and it swung open and A very handsome silver haired man opened
the door. The man was clean shaven with sharp cheekbones and very light
blue eyes. He took in Keith's bulk with a whistle, "You are a big one
aren't you. Look son, I only have a few minutes, should we get right to it?

Keith gave the man his most perverted smile and walked through the door. He
found himself inside a small hallway which was packed with boxes. Seeing no
one around he slid off his sweats and presented his ass to the super hot
daddy.

"You are raring to go aren't you big boy?" Said the old man.

Keith said nothing, he just looked over his shoulder and thrust his ass
back a little bit more. The old man slid off his t-shirt exposing his heavy
chest covered in salt and pepper fur. Keith reached back and rubbed the
hair, tugging on the man's nipples. The hairy daddy slipped his jeans off
and tugged at his already hard cock. `This guy's got to be at least 65, but
look at that huge hard dick on him' Keith thought. The big cock hit Keith's
hole and insistently shoved it's way inside. Keith let out a loud moan that
filled the warehouse area.

"Shit, sorry. I guess we have to be quiet." Keith said sheepishly.

"Don't worry son, they can't hear us in the storefront, and my staff knows
I'm back here fucking your hot black ass. I showed them your profile and
they are jealous as hell." The old man started fucking Keith's fat ass with
a steady strong rhythm. He held onto the jock's broad shoulders and slammed
the boy with gusto.

"Fuck daddy that is one big cock and you sure know how to use it."

"I better know how, I've been doing hot ass like yours for going on 50
years now. But I gotta say, I've never found a bottom boy like you. I've
fucked plenty of black boys, but never one your size. You always been such
a bottom slut?" Huffed the old man as he attacked Keith's ass.

"Yeah, I've been getting fucked for about 10 years now. I guess, despite my
appearance, I am the perfect bottom faggot bitch. Love taking cock, love
taking loads. By the way you're load number 4 today."

This seemed to turn the old man on and he started slamming into Keith's ass
with abandon. "You fucking faggot whore," he shouted, "you perverted slut
giving your boy ass away like that. Take my big dick."

Keith loved when guys got so turned on their fantasies started popping up
to the surface, and he was more than happy to join in on the fun. "That's
right daddy, I'm a little fucking faggot and I've been out all night
getting my boy cunt fucked hard. But I still brought it home to you
daddy. I love your big dick in my boy hole more than anyone else."

The silver haired stud rammed his thick cock even harder when he heard this
and after a few strokes he unloaded a blast into Keith's gut with a force
that made Keith lose his breath. "Damn daddy, that was amazing." The old
man leaned down onto Keith's back and kissed his neck. His cock slipped out
of the jock's well used hole and Keith turned around and sank to his knees
and sucked the cock into his mouth. "Just amazing," he said again.

The old man patted the black jock boy's head, "That was great boy, let's do
it again soon, but I gotta get back to work now."

"No problem man." said Keith as he stood up to slip on his sweats. "Say any
of the jealous guys up front want a go at this hole?"

The handsome old man cocked his head at Keith and said, "You are a fucking
whore aren't you?"

"As advertised," laughed Keith.

"I know my sales manager was interested. His wife doesn't give him anything
anymore so I know he fucks anything he can get, and he loved your pics."

"Send him back then. and thanks again." Keith said as the hunky daddy
walked away.

Keith, still pantsless leaned back against the stack of boxes and stretched
his legs. A few minutes later he heard someone head his way. He saw a very
timid looking middle-aged, chubby, white man peaking around the corner of
the warehouse. He was dressed in dark slacks, a rumpled white shirt and a
badly tied tie. He stayed near the door to the warehouse until Keith turned
around and flashed his big, heavy, black cunt at the man. The white man
started slowly walking towards the big jock rubbing the hard dick that was
tenting his slacks.

"Don't be shy Mister. This black hole is taking on all comers tonight."
Keith laughed quietly at his pun and the chubby man unzipped his fly. He
positioned his dick up to Keith's hole and started to push in. `Guess he's
not gonna bother getting undressed' Keith thought as the man's short dick
made it's way into his sweaty jock-hole, `I can get wit that.'

The little chubster fucked Keith with short, sharp stabs of his cock. The
man made up for what he was lacking in length or girth with a sex-starved,
middle-aged, straight man's enthusiasm. The manager slowly fucked in and
out of the black boy. He would pull his dick head all the way out, wait a
second, then ram as far into Keith's hole as he could, which really wasn't
far. But Keith enjoyed the man's dedication to fucking the wide, black ass
in front of him. It didn't take long for the manager to silently empty his
little dick into the black jock's ass. His cock flopped out and the man
staggered back and stuffed his little member into his slacks and turned to
head back to the store.

"Hey man," Keith asked, "Are there any other takers up there?"

"No I think I was the only one who was brave enough to come back," the man
said with a sheepish grin.

"Well I am very glad you did, man. That was one of the best fucks I've ever
had," Keith lied. He could tell the chubby, little man with the tiny dick
needed a little boost to his confidence.

"Really?" the astonished sales manager asked.

"Hell yeah little man. That fucking bitch of a wife doesn't know what she's
missing. She'd be lucky to get you to fuck her any day. Thanks again
buddy." The chubby man now smiled widely and headed back to the storefront
looking almost two inches taller. Keith chuckled to himself in appreciation
of the man's efforts and headed out of the warehouse.



Number Six: Though Keith was still hungering for more cock, he realized
that he was also starving. He was only a block away from his favorite
Chinese restaurant and since the dining hall, all the way across campus,
was about to close he headed there.

Keith wolfed down a triple entree order with 3 egg rolls and pushed back
his chair completely sated where his appetite was concerned. He still felt
the need to get another cock, any cock, up his hole. He hadn't realized
that as the thoughts of another fuck ran through his head his dick had
swelled up to it's full 9 hard inches and poked up conspicuously in his
sweat pants. A young asian bus-boy, probably in his mid '20's, was at his
table cleaning away the dishes when he saw the black jock's tented sweats
and dropped his tray of dishes to the floor.

Keith bent down to help the young man pick up the mess, but the young man
waved him away with a big smile and started talking rapidly in a language
Keith couldn't understand. The bus-boy kept talking and smiling and
repeatedly staring at Keith's bulging tent in his pants. Keith smiled and
leaned back, looked around to see that no one was near and grabbed his dick
thru his sweats. The young man cleaning up the mess, stopped and stared
intently at Keith's actions. The bus-boy was no longer smiling but had an
intense look in his eyes as he licked his lips. Keith looked around again
and, certain that no one could see, pulled down his sweats and let his
hard, black dick smack against his stomach. The bus-boy leaned towards
Keith almost imperceptibly, his mouth now hung open and his eyes filled
with lust.

A burst of what Keith assumed was Chinese was shouted from across the
room. Keith looked up at what was probably the restaurant's manager yelling
for the bus boy. Keith was sure the man couldn't possibly see his dick and
thought that he was just yelling for the bus-boy to hurry up. The trance on
the young man was broken and he leapt up with his tray of dirty dishes and
shuttled back to the kitchen area. Keith had secured his still hard dick
back into his sweats as best he could. He never wore a jock outside of
practice because he loved showing off his cock whenever he could. He stood
up from the table and leading with his huge, hard bulge, walked to the
woman at the cash register. Keith was a little disappointed that no one in
the restaurant noticed his hard dick. But he paid his bill and headed out.

As he walked back to the campus he heard a slight whisper and turned to the
alley behind the restaurant. The young bus boy was standing in the dark
next to a dumpster grabbing at his crotch. Keith smiled and walked over to
the man. He towered over the short asian bus-boy by at least 12 inches but
as he approached Keith sunk to his knees and opened the bus boy's
pants. The young man seemed almost scared as he watched the buff, black
jock swallow his cock. Keith went to work on the young man's dick, it was
average length and width but had a nice curve upwards that Keith liked. The
bus boy started quietly talking in Chinese again as Keith worked his magic
on the dick in his mouth. After a few minutes the young man started talking
louder and Keith understood that, in any language, this guys was ready to
cum. He backed off the man's dick, stood, leaned down to the man, and
kissed him deeply. He bear-hugged the small man and lifted him off his feet
while continuing his deep kissing. After a few minutes he dropped the bus
boy, turned around, kicked off his sweatpants, and got down on his hands
and knees in the dirty alley and pushed his ass up to the young bus boy.

A few seconds went by so Keith looked behind him and the young man was
staring intently at Keith's ass slowly stroking his cock. Keith smiled,
guessing the bus-boy couldn't believe that this muscled, black jock
kneeling in front of him really wanted his ass fucked.  Keith gently took
the man's hard rod and pulled him towards the hot black ass that was
demanding another load of cum. The young man started a slow rhythmic fuck
into Keith's cunt, and the jock lowered his head to the filthy alley and
shoved his ample ass back onto the cock. As he picked up a little speed the
bus-boy started growling and grunting very deeply. He became more
aggressive as he pummeled Keith and then out of nowhere, he started
punching Keith's back.

The jock's eyes flashed open at this. The little Chinese man was now
savagely pounding at Keith's hole and pounding away at the black boy's back
with his fists. Keith took a moment to take this in, `nobody's ever done
this' he thought. The hot jock was always looking for anything new that
enhanced his fucking and here it was. The bus-boy obviously wasn't gonna
hurt the muscled stud, but wanting to mix it up Keith pulled his ass off
the man's dick and hopped up on a crate sitting next to the dumpster. He
laid back, lifted his legs and motioned the Chinese bus-boy to get back to
it. The little man hopped up off his knees and pushed his dick back into
the jock's hole.

After a few seconds Keith indicated to the man to give him a punch in the
gut. The bus-boy looked timidly to Keith, maybe scared of getting beat by
the large, black man. Keith leaned up into a crunch position, his chest and
abs now a tight condensed mass of muscle and nodded for the man to hit
him. The bus-boy threw a light punch that barely grazed Keith's
pecs. "Harder" Keith said with a sneer on his face. The jock always loved
learning about what turned other men on and incorporating it into his
arsenal of sex moves. The Chinese man hit Keith again. "Harder!" Keith
commanded.

The bus-boy started punching Keith with all his might. His cock was ramming
into the jock with each punch and was slapping against Keith's
prostrate. The young man punched Keith in the stomach, his huge chest,
pounding over and over as he also fucked the black boy's cunt. Keith's hard
wet cock was jumping with ever thrust, every punch. The bus-boy was
grunting again, getting more aggressive with each hit he landed and
finally, in sexual abandon, the Chinese man clocked Keith in the
jaw. Keith's cock spasmed with all these sensations running through his
body and started to spew cum all over his chest. The jock was moaning in
ecstasy as he came, and started clinching his cunt muscles on the bus-boy's
cock. The young man hit Keith one more time and shouted as he came into
Keith's cum filled hole.

The young man fell to his knees, exhausted, just as the manager started
shouting somewhere down the alley. The bus-boy stood up and quickly pulled
his pants up and adjusted his clothes. He started back toward the
restaurant, but turned back to Keith, leaned down, and deeply kissed the
huge, black jock. He swiped a finger through the cum on Keith's stomach and
slid it into his mouth as he walked back into the dark alley leaving the
jock alone trying to take in everything that had just happened.




Keith was brought out of the beautifully perverse memory by a loud shout
from the man in the men's room feeding his cock into the football player's
mouth. This was followed by a huge gush of cum that Keith struggled to keep
from spilling out of his mouth.

Between his legs Keith was still getting rammed by the hefty, hairy truck
driver. For all the extra weight the man was carrying, when it came to
fucking, he had the stamina of a well trained athlete. Keith pulled the
truckers face to his own, kissed him with heavy passion and spewed the cum
from his mouth to the trucker's. This turned the trucker into a wild,
rutting, beast. He slammed into Keith with a burning passion, while the two
men snowballed the cum back and forth.

Keith tried to piece together the rest of the night that got him to this
point. After his alley way fuck Keith remembered he made his way out to
this, his favorite rest room cruising ground. Most of it was a jumble, but
he remembered Number 7 was a pimply, white high school student with a baby
arm sized dick and a hair trigger, cumming after a few thrusts. Number 8
was the short, stocky black man in the jogging outfit who dropped a nice
load after pounding Keith's ass and sweating all over him. Numbers 9 & 10
were a pair of latino gardeners who used Keith together for a good half
hour, tag teaming the black boy's ass with hungry latin passion. Keith was
positive that Number 11 was a chaplain from the university who, along with
his wife and two kids, had led the football team in prayer before a few of
the games. Number 12 was the homophobic `Not Juan' which made the trucker
with the stamina of a bull Number 13.

The trucker, with his mouth full of the cum load, pulled his head back and
started spewing the cum all over Keith's face. This set the black slut off
and Keith shot another load from his fat black pole that was trapped under
the trucker's ample, hairy gut. His bung hole tightened on the fat trucker
and the man was sent over the edge, spilling a heavy load of cum into the
hot, black slut underneath him.

It was at this point that the men heard the police sirens.