Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2013 18:07:12 -0800
From: J H <gymguy8@gmail.com>
Subject: Black Man in the Grey Morning, 5.

5.

"Damn, Matt," Eli said. "You holding out on us?"

Eli was still deep in my throat, and I was only barely able to speak. "It's
G," I managed to croak out, hoping that at least they'd be able to figure
out what I had said from context alone.

"Fuck yeah," Javier said. "This day just gets better and better. Plenty of
tina. Hot white muscle stud ass that's totally up for bareback. And now
some G to make it all the better." He was silent for a second. "Damn, it
tastes awful," he said. I wondered how much he had done.

"Some muscle ass will get that taste out of your mouth," Eli said,
laughing. "And hand me the bottle." Once more, Javier's tongue was on my
ass, pushing in and opening me further up. I squirmed, trying to get more
of his tongue into my hole. "Easy there, cowboy," Eli said. "You'll get
what you need soon enough. My turn on the G now." He slowed down his
thrusts while he was swallowing a capful. "You want some too?" he asked me.
"Of course you do."

I nodded as best I could. "Right on. Let's do this properly," he continued.
He slowly pulled out of my throat, until his cockhead was the only thing
still in my throat. Then I could finally lift my head and look around the
bedroom and the scene that was unfolding. As I shifted, Javier stopped
rimming my ass and stood to watch me get dosed as well. Eli was looking
down at me with an evil grin on his face. In one hand, he held the open
bottle of G; in the other, the cap for the bottle. He pulled his dick the
rest of the way out of my mouth; it stuck straight out in front of him and
glistened from my spit. Carefully, he measured out a small capful of the
liquid. "Ready for it?" he asked me.

I nodded, expecting him to pour the contents of the cap into my mouth and
letting me swallow it. Instead, he just stood there and said, "Open your
mouth." I did as he instructed, and opened my mouth wide. With a set of
precise moves that was surprising given the amount of crystal he had done
and the sheer size of his tool, he maneuvered his cockhead back into my
mouth. With his head lodged securely in my mouth, he poured the thick
liquid on the top of his cock and let the bitter liquid run down his shaft,
right into my mouth. "Be sure to get every drop," he said, with a chuckle.
"Every drop."

I craned my neck up, getting the entire length of his drug- contaminated
dickshaft into my mouth and then wrapped my lips around his fat tube. The
foul taste of the G had filled my mouth, but the pleasure of having his
cock in my mouth again more than made up for it. Fastidiously, I licked
every drop of the G I could find off his cock. I swallowed as much as I
could, and also swallowed more of his thick tube. As I sucked him off, Eli
started once more to drip pre-cum. The salty fluids helped to wash down the
G as well as get rid of the foul taste stuck in my mouth.

As I worked on Eli's cock, Javier returned his attention to my ass, his
tongue probing and penetrating my hole. "You think he's ready?" Eli asked.
He tossed the capped bottle of G back to Javier.

"Yeah, I think so." Javier had also found the bottle of lube, and poured
some on my hole. "At least, I'm ready. And that means he should be ready.
Especially after everything he's done this morning, don't think he's got
much choice in the matter."

"Hear that, Matt?" Eli asked. "Hope you were planning on Mexican today,
because that's what you're going to get. At least to start out." I nodded
as best I could and prepared myself for the next intrusion into my body
that these two men were planning.

Javi poured some of the lube on his cock, rubbing it and getting it slicked
up for my hole. Intellectually, I knew I was doing something dangerous:
letting a stranger fuck me raw. But the crystal had been driving my needs
for a while plus now the G was kicking in as well. I was turning into a
being that lived only for sexual pleasure and that would only be satisfied
a huge penis in every hole that I had. Involuntarily, I had already started
wagging my ass at Javi. I was completely ready for his invasion even while
I was still sucking hard on Eli's shaft.

"He's ready for it," Javier said. "Look at how his ass is begging for my
cock." He had lined up his cockhead with my hole but was just barely
pressing it into me. His teasing was driving me crazy. I needed his cock
inside my hole and I needed to be fucked hard until he shot his load all
over me. Or, even better, in me. As best as I could, while I was sandwiched
on my back between the two men, I tried to get him into my hole. "Whoa
there. Plenty of time for you to get properly fucked today. Let's start out
nice and slow."

The anticipation was excruciating. I could feel Javier's cockhead slowly
working its way into my body, but I wanted it all now. I had stopped caring
about these men's needs, and all I cared about were my pleasures, desires,
and enjoyment. Eli noticed the change, and quickly reminded me about my
role as the designated bottom in this three-some. "Hey Bro, Don't stop
sucking my shaft."

Eli's cockhead was pressing against the back of my mouth. I needed to take
all of it and once again, I needed him fill my throat and choke me. By
then, Javi's cock had pressed deep into my ass, and I gasped a bit as he
went deeper than I had been penetrated in a long time. Eli immediately saw
his chance and forced his cock into my throat. The GHB was definitely
starting to kick in for me: instead of immediately choking on his thick
black shaft, it let me relax and appreciate the fat black shaft stretching
my throat open.

I fell easily back into my role as a plaything for these men. Javi was now
balls-deep in my ass, and Eli was steadily shoving the full length of his
shaft into my throat. All of us were deep in the haze of the drugs: the
crystal was fueling our descent into sexual sleaze, the GHB was pushing our
limits of pain, and the poppers were melding it all into a single
pleasurable sexual blur. "His hole feel good?" Eli asked Javier.

"Oh fuck yeah. Hot, wet, and just tight enough." Javi pulled out, then
pounded his back into me. The force of his stroke through the length of my
body and it forced my head up against Eli's muscular thighs. Eli's dick
went deeper into my throat.

"Get it lubed and opened up for me," Eli said. "I've built up a big load."
He punched my chest. "You're going to be dripping sperm by the end of the
day, muscle stud." My response to his prediction was to open my mouth wider
and attempt to get the last inch or two of Eli into my throat. I had
decided that my value to the two men was only in how much dick I could take
and how deep I could take it. It seemed like I was coming up short in my
efforts to please Eli: my attempts at deep throating him felt far short of
what I wanted to be able to do. It would be a holy act for me to choke on
Eli's cock. It would mean that I had taken so much cock I was gagging,
unable to breath. I had subsumed my own pleasure for the horny, hung ebony
god. "Oh fuck yeah," Eli moaned.

Eli and I seemed to have a connection between the two of us, something more
intense than just his fat cock filling up my throat. Partially, it was that
Eli innately knew how his face-fucking was pushing me to my absolute
limits. It was clear that he loved those moments where he hit the limit of
my cocksucking ability. He did his best to find them and to make them last
for as long as I could stand it and then some. In the most intense of those
moments, he took me to a new level and pushed and expanded what my throat
and I were capable of. When I craved relief from the intrusion or even just
a breath of air, I had a glimpse of what religious ecstasy must feel like.
Despite this being just sexual pleasure, something far more earthly and
profane, I was making Eli into my personal savior. He was pushing me:
making me become a better cocksucker, a better cum hole, a better faggot.
It was a perversion of what, by all instincts, I should have wanted, but
fueled by the drugs and desire, it was exactly what I needed.

It was not just Eli who was working to push my boundaries. Javier was
trying just as hard to find out how deep he could press his hard cock into
me. He had gotten in further than I could have imagined, and his raw cock
was sliding into virgin territory. First, he had opened up my throat for
Eli, and now he was getting my ass ready for Eli's monster. That was not to
say that he was just a warm-up; Javier's fuck was more than enough by
itself. His hard brown shaft was sliding in and out of my hole and I could
feel him dripping pre-cum into me, lubricating each stroke.

As I focused on his thrusts, I realized that he wasn't wearing a condom.
Even though we had discussed it earlier, it was still a shock to me. It had
been a long time since I had barebacked, possibly too long. Il craved the
intimacy and closeness, but I knew that the lifelong dangers far exceeded
the ephemeral moments of pleasure that raw fucking gave me. Before I could
make sure that they still planned to pull out, Eli shoved his cock back
into my throat. At the same moment, Javier slammed his raw cock back into
my asshole. Impaled on both ends by these dark, hung men, I had to force
myself not to cry out in a combination of pleasure and pain. I also had to
confront the truth: that if Javier had put a condom on, I wouldn't be able
to take his cock. A rubberized cock would have been orders of magnitude
more painful than the natural perfection of raw sex. Prioritizing pleasure
and the continuation of the fucking, I no longer worried about barebacking.
I embraced the rare opportunity to enjoy sex the way it was meant to be.

"Here," Eli said, handing me the bottle of poppers. "Do a hit." He pulled
his cock all the way out letting me breathe normally. I gasped and inhaled
deep gulps of air while I unscrewed the top of the poppers. I lifted my
head just enough to sniff the sweet vapor from the bottle and keep it from
spilling on me. The entire time, Eli's hard cock, glistening from my spit,
was just inches away from my face. Javier had also slowed down his
ass-pounding but had never completely stopped. I had just a short break in
order to re-charge before I was once more spit-roasted between the two big
cocks.

"Thanks," I said. My throat was sore. The combination of smoking the
crystal and the deep throat-fucking from both dark-colored men had taken
its toll. It was hard to even just talk and it would be even harder to
allow Eli's massive tool to fill my throat up again. But, finally, the
poppers started to take effect, and I didn't care about my sore throat
anymore. All I cared about was more cock, and Eli's was right there. It was
waiting for my attention and I needed to give it pleasure. "Please?" I
asked, tilting my head so that I could take the tip of his dick back into
my mouth.

"Fuck yeah, cocksucking muscle man," Eli said, as he took a small step
towards me. I had to stretch my mouth wide open to accommodate Eli, but I
was past being just hungry. The only thing that could ever possibly satiate
my appetite was his black dick. Before I could even get used to his
presence back in my mouth, he had pressed his cockhead against my throat.
His tool was demanding an immediate entrance. I swallowed slightly, letting
my throat opened up for him. He slid right in, right as Javier did another
hard slam into my ass. I needed to gasp for air, but Eli's fat shaft had
already filled up my throat and it was impossible for me to inhale or
exhale. I closed my eyes and ignored the urgent messages from my body. I
had little choice but to concentrate on the two pieces of prime manflesh
filling up and using my body.

Flying on the poppers, and with the crystal hitting deep in the primitive,
pleasure-seeking part of my brain, I didn't care how debased I was. I had a
black cock fucking my mouth and a thick Latin cock fucking my ass. I was
only living for pleasure and especially these two particular pleasures:
sucking cock and getting fucked raw. I would do anything to make them last
forever.

"Oh yeah," Javi said, pressing his cock into my hole. "That's what you need
to do, relax that hole and enjoy it." He grabbed my hips and pulled me down
on his hard shaft. "Dripping my pre-cum into you," he said.

"Same here," Eli grunted. "Nice tight throat you've got. Thank god Javi
opened it up for me." In a small, almost natural action, I reached over my
head and wrapped my hands around Eli's muscular ass to pull myself down on
to his cock. The extra leverage let me get all the way down on Eli's thick
shaft but also forced me stay there. I had to fuck my own throat with his
cock. Earlier, Eli had been the one forcing himself upon my throat, now, I
was the one doing all the work. It was a small change of physical
responsibilities, but a huge mental change. Sex was no longer just
something these men were doing to me. Instead, sex was something that I was
a full and willing participant in. I was the one making myself to choke on
Eli's fat, black shaft. I was the one fucking myself on Javier's engorged
brown dick. And I was the one enjoying every agonizing moment of it.

I had been holding on to the bottle of poppers tightly, like a talisman
that would protect me. Eli reached behind and took the bottle of poppers
from my hand. With it no longer in my grasp, I realized how critical it had
been to my ability to take the two cocks. Almost as soon as I let go of the
bottle, I started to gag on Eli's shaft. Eli noticed my discomfort
immediately. He rested a hand on my exposed throat. Lying on my back, my
head slightly off the bed, I felt very vulnerable. "Go on, muscle slut. You
can do this. Just focus on how good my cock feels. How good Javi feels
fucking you."

"How's it feeling for you?" Javi asked Eli.

"Fucking amazing. I can see my cock stretching out his throat." Eli pulled
out and then pushed back in several times. He tightened his grip around my
throat, blocking my airway but also letting me feel his thick shaft filling
me.

"Damn, that's hot," Javi said.

Eli released his grip, and unscrewed the cap from the poppers. He held the
small brown bottle under his nose. Even over the noises of me slobbering on
his dick and Javi thrusting in and out of my ass, I could hear him take a
long hit from the bottle. "Damn, best feeling in the world. Doing some
poppers while a hot guy worships your cock," he said. He passed the bottle
to Javier.

"Or getting to fuck a tight muscle butt," Javi said, before slowing down in
order to do his own a hit. I wanted to join these two men and do a hit, but
I could barely breath with Eli's dick deep in my throat. Inhaling the
poppers would be too much. "Oh damn," Javi moaned, as he sank his cock back
into my hole. "So fucking hot and wet," he said when his balls hit my ass.
The two men leaned across my body and braced themselves against each other.
They started to kiss. I was surprised by the action. Earlier, when they had
kissed, it was always to shotgun a hit. Now, it was for other purposes:
their own pleasure and the pleasure of using me.

On the street, in a club, kissing would have made these two men so much
less masculine. But with me sandwiched between them, their hard cocks
buried in my mouth and my ass, it was just another way for them to use me.
I wasn't part of their intimacy; I was just a set of holes for them to use
and enjoy. All I could do in response was to open my throat and relax my
ass, letting them penetrate even deeper into my body. "Oh, fuck, nice," Eli
moaned, before once more locking lips with Javier.

As they kissed, there was a change in the pace of the two dark thugs'
fucking. It was easiest to tell the difference in Javi's strokes as they
made out. It wasn't they had gotten any more gentle or easier to take.
Instead they were slower, deeper and more intense. He was no longer
relentlessly forcing himself on me; he knew that he could enjoy my ass as
long as he wanted. He wasn't going to rush the experience. He was taking
his time to explore my hole and open me up. Eli was almost the opposite; he
had sped up and with quick, short strokes, he was doing his best to render
my throat raw and ragged. With his faster pace, there were, at least, more
opportunities to catch my breath. However, the cool, fresh air was a flame
on the increasingly sore flesh of my throat.

"Nice to see you again, finally," Eli said, breaking off their kiss for a
moment.

"Definitely," Javi replied. "And this is a good way to get re-acquainted."

"Fuck yeah," Eli said. "I've been dreaming of something like this for
months now." Javier shifted his position and rested an arm on my chest. I
saw Javier sucking on Eli's nipples, and then Eli moaned in pleasure. "Oh
god," the black man said. This was not the first time that Javier and Eli
had played. They knew each other's turn-ons plus had spent the entire
morning egging each other on to do more drugs and to use me to the fullest.

Realizing this made me feel even more like a toy than before. It wasn't me
who was important; they could and would use any bottom to get their
pleasure. I was no more critical to the endeavor than the choice of lube;
as long as I fulfilled my proper and correct role, they would get off.

I was totally tweaked out by this point, the G was starting to take effect,
and I still had some residual effects of the last hit of poppers. With all
these chemicals mixing in my body, not to mention their hard cocks dripping
their pre-cum into me, I was in sex-pig heaven. I didn't care if I was just
a toy. I didn't care about anything, as long as it meant that I got fucked.
As long as I got their cocks and their jizz.

Eli had returned his hand to my throat. He squeezed it slightly and held me
down on his cock while Javier sucked on his nipples. I hadn't been
expecting him to try to choke and hadn't gotten any air before he did it.
But the black man was oblivious to my discomfort, thinking only of the wet
hole his fat, hard cock was buried in and the warm mouth gently sucking on
his nipples. Not until I started to choke on his cock and scraped my teeth
across his engorged shaft did he notice. "Careful there, Matt," he said. It
was the first time he had actually used my name. "Watch those teeth."

"Maybe he needs another hit of poppers," Javier said. "Or something more?"

"Poppers can't hurt," Eli muttered, as he held the brown bottle under my
nose. I inhaled deeply, knowing that the drugs would soon make nothing but
cock matter.

"You ready for a hard fucking?" Javier asked me.


"Oh yeah," I grunted, Eli's cock still in my mouth. "Fuck my hole good."


"You still want me to pull out?" Javier asked. "Still want me to waste my
sperm?"


"Fuck no," I replied immediately. Now, with the drugs hitting me hard, it
seemed like a criminal offense to make this man pull out. Taking his cum
would be such a small thing. It would be such an easy thing to do. I
wouldn't have to do anything other than let Javier be the red-blooded man
he was. He would naturally fill me with his thick spooge, and I would
gladly let him. "Fuck me. Shoot your load in me."

"He's finally getting the hang of this," Eli said. "You gonna let me cum in
you as well?"

At that moment, the poppers kicked in. Suddenly, the idea of Eli fucking me
wasn't so scary. I knew I could do it. It would hurt, but the pain would be
just what I needed. "Of course. You just need to fuck me hard first."

"Oh, that's not going to be a problem at all," Eli said. Simultaneously,
both men slammed their cocks back into me. I gasped, but that was quickly
squelched as Eli's fat shaft slid into my throat. "So fucking nice," Eli
said, as he wrapped his muscular arms around Javier and the two men kissed
deeply. Javier's cock responded to the kiss. It poked deeper into me and
found fresh territory to explore and mark. Meanwhile Eli's dick stayed deep
in my throat and dripped pre-cum directly into my gut.

"I know," Javier said. "I can do this all day."

"No reason we can't," Eli said. He started to play with one of Javi's nips,
which caused Javi to slam his cock into my ass.

"Oh fuck," Javier said. His hips started to buck wildly. "I'm getting
close."

"Breed that muscle boy ass," Eli said, egging him on. "I want to watch you
shoot your load up there. Lube it up for me." I needed to beg Javi for his
load, but my mouth was stretched wide open and filled with the black man's
hard cock. It didn't matter. Javier had been pushing deeper into my hole
and clearly had no plans to ever pull out.

"FUCK," Javier grunted, with one last forceful thrust into my ass. Even
though his balls were now tight against his body, his last plunge was hard
enough to make them slap against my ass. "I'm going to cum," he said. For a
brief, magical moment, his hard shaft was still and unmoving, buried deep
in my hole. Then the first volley of sperm traveled down the endless length
of his cock. It forced his dick to swell, just as his thick load gushed out
of Javier's engorged dickhead. "Oh God," he moaned. "Take my jizz."

"Oh yeah," Eli said, his arm cradling Javier's head as he kissed him. "Come
for me, man. Fill that guy's ass for me." Javi was now on autopilot as he
executed the ancient yet familiar rite of orgasm. He plunged into my hole,
each thrust marked with another jet of white-hot spooge. I was relieved
that Javier was finally cumming; his cum was lubricating my hole and made
his relentless pounding much easier to withstand. It would also make Eli's
inevitable assault almost bearable.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," Javi repeated, unable to express his emotions
in anything but the shortest and simplest of phrases. His orgasm was
something that he was trying to share with the two of us, but
fundamentally, it was something that was deeply personal and intimate. This
rite was the most fundamental act of being a man: the rite of injecting
semen into another subservient man. I was the perfect foil for Javier: I
wanted men to fuck me and inject their loads into me more than anything
else in the world. Forced by the tina, all I was thinking of was Javi's
dick shooting in me; all I wanted next was to get the same treatment from
Eli.

"Fill him up," Eli said. "You know he wants it. He needs your spooge bad."
I was tightening my ass around Javi's cock. I was trying to milk out every
last drop of his hot jizz. "Fuck, man, you're a hungry hole," Eli
continued, turning his attention back to me. I was almost choking on Eli's
cock, but despite the discomfort of the full, fat length in my sore throat,
it was a small taste of cocksucker heaven. "Can't get enough cock, can you?"

My mouth and throat full, I didn't try to reply; I just swallowed. It would
massage the entire length of Eli's fat dick, giving him the pleasure he so
richly deserved. "Hungry cock slut, huh?" Eli said in response. "Keep that
up, and you'll get another big load in your gut."

Javier was slowing down his pounding and tried to catch his breath. He was
still in a tight embrace with Eli. "Yeah, make him choke on your load," he
said, urging Eli on. "You need to get that first load out. Then you'll be
able to properly enjoy him."

"Oh fuck Bro, you know it." Eli placed a hand on my chest. He braced
himself against my body and then used the leverage to push deeper into my
throat. It was probably only a quarter of an inch of cock, but it felt like
a foot of solid steel shaft. The tip of his cock felt like it was already
in my stomach and he was dripping his fluids directly into it. "Can't hold
off much longer," Eli said. His balls pressed against my nose, blocking off
my last source of air. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to
stand his throat fuck, but, at the same time, I didn't want it to ever end.
I would withstand Eli's onslaught for as long as I had to. It was my job
and purpose to get him off, no matter how he wanted to do it.

"Oh hell," Eli grunted. My lips stretched even wider around his cock as his
balls unloaded their payload of semen. It first went into the base of his
erect cock. Then the spurt traveled down the length of his shaft before
finally squirting out of his thick dickhead straight and into my stomach.
He never gave me the choice of whether to swallow his load or not: I had to
eat it. Of course, if had asked, I would have begged for his jizz. "Oh fuck
yeah," he moaned, as another discharge rocketed down his shaft and into my
gullet.

"Let him taste it," Javier said. "Let him know you're cumming in his
mouth." Eli slowly pulled his dick out of my throat. He took his time
because several more spurts of sperm landed in my throat. His sperm was
thick and it helped to soothe the raw and sore parts that he had been using
and abusing earlier. When his cockhead was in my mouth, he held it there.
He filled my mouth quickly with his hot cream. It was surprisingly tasty,
almost sweet. Rather than immediately swallow it, I savored it, tasting its
warmth and aliveness. "Fuck, the guy loves it."


"Why wouldn't he?" Eli asked. "Fucking Grade-A man juice there." He turned
to me. "You going to get every drop of it for us, cocksucker?"


Since my mouth was no longer totally full with cock, I could answer Eli.
"Of course man. Every single bit of it."


"Good man," Eli said. "And I'm not quite done yet," he continued. He slid
his cock in and out. His dick was no longer pumping out cum. Instead, it
was now more a steady dribble of jizz. I was more than happy to lap it up,
getting every fertile drop and swallowing it. Finally, his cock leaked the
last bit of sperm into my mouth. I savored it, but also ran my tongue over
his sensitive head. I was hoping for one more drop of his sperm. "That's
all for right now," he said, gently pulling his cock out. "But don't worry,
there'll be plenty more for you later today."

At the same time, Javi had pulled his softening cock out of my ass. "Time
for a break, I think," he said. "Catch our breath, recharge pipe, and then
another round?" he asked.

"Sounds good to me," Eli said. "Looking forward to fucking his ass.
Especially that I can take my time and do it properly." I shuddered a bit,
wondering if I would ever be able to fit his thick tool into my hole. Even
though Javier had just stretched me out and lubricated me, Eli still seemed
dangerously big. "But first, I want to hit that glass pipe again. And I bet
Matt here wants to clean off your man pipe."