Date: Mon, 29 Feb 2016 12:17:07 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: International Boarding House, Part 3 (Interratial Authoritarian). .

International Boarding House. Part 3.

By Alfredo Garcia

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I went back to his house after two days, feeling desperate. I couldn't stop
wanting him.  These desires exhausted me. All I could think about was
feeling his hands on my body, his tongue in my mouth and his huge phallus
in my ass. For two days, despite masturbating thinking of him, I could not
get over it. It was as if I had a fever, and the desire consumed me day and
night.

When I arrived at his building, I feared that the drug traffickers would
again be at the door, but fortunately, no one was there. I went upstairs,
knocked softly with my knuckles, but got no response. I put my ear to the
door, again I heard nothing. Resigned to my disappointment, I turned slowly
to descend the stairs, and came face to face with one of the three
traffickers. He smiled at me. The youngest of the three, with the lightest
skin, he could be an Arab. "Tafari will not be coming home for at least an
hour". He recognized me from the last time. But this guy did not scare me;
in fact he might have been about my age.

He had just let me know that the name of his uncle, object of my fantasies,
was Tafari. I stood there, not knowing what to say, or do. "If you want,
you can wait in my apartment, I live right in the basement. You are invited
for a beer". I hesitated for a moment thinking that perhaps he could tell
me about Tafari, so I accepted his invitation.

We went downstairs to his apartment. I feared that the other traffickers
might be there, but there was no one – just a musty odor with a strong
smell of spices, tobacco snuff and marijuana. I sat on a rickety couch
while he went to the kitchen for beers. The room was dirty. There was no
window and the single overhead bulb gave a dim yellow light. The room could
only be ventilated by opening the front door. The place had a sinister
feel.

He returned with two glasses. "It's beer with some whisky".

I tried it, it was OK, maybe a little strong for me. We chatted and I
wondered why he seemed so interested in my life and my country. I gradually
felt calmer and we talked and talked. Our drinks were soon gone.

"I'll prepare another one." I told him I had to go. "It's still too early
for Tafari to come home" he said.

The second glass seemed stronger than the first, but the alcohol was having
a calming effect.

"Put on some music" he instructed, pointing to an old cassette player and
lots of tapes.

When I got up, I realized I was dizzy. Most of the tapes were of music that
I didn't know.

I found one of Billy Holiday and put it on.

When I sat down again, he was rolling a joint.

"Good choice that music – my name is Ali, and you?"

"Alfredo"

"Alfredo, take a puff" and he offered the joint with one hand while the
other rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. Through the worn fabric of his
tight jeans the whole profile of his erect penis was visible. I took a deep
breath, sat down, took the joint and had a puff.

Now, I was a bit dizzy but very relaxed and noticed that my penis was
growing in my pants. It felt good. I tried to relocate it discretely to a
more comfortable position, and he noticed and smiled reassuringly.

Now, neither of us spoke... the velvet voice of Billy Holiday singing "My
Man" was the only sound. I looked at the bulk of his erect penis again and
he again caressed it, still smiling and never taking his eyes off mine.

I took two more quick puffs on the joint and returned it to him. I was
thinking of what might happen, and what was sure to happen, if I did not
get up and leave straight away.

But I could not move, nor did I want to. Actually, I wanted to to know what
was to come, and waited for him to do something. I felt almost hypnotized
by his eyes, like a mouse before a snake.

Ali got up and moved to sit on the couch beside me. He gave the joint to me
again, but I did not know what to do with the stub and it burned my
fingers. As he put one arm around my shoulders, a shiver ran through me.
"Relax, my friend. I'm not going to hurt you." He took the remains of the
joint from me, took a deep puff and tossed it on the floor. With his body
pressed against me he put his lips on mine and slowly exhaled the smoke. I
was trembling, and he gently caressed my face and turned it towards him. He
slowly brought his lips to mine again, his tongue gently pushing to enter
my mouth. I felt dizzy and tried to stand, but he held me gently but
firmly. At that moment my resistance ended and I accepted whatever was
going to happen. My erect penis showed my deepest desires.

He slowly undid the buttons on my shirt and his hand caressed my chest and
pinched first one and then the other nipple. I moaned with my eyes closed,
savoring the sensations and the moment.

I would have liked him to fuck me violently without further preliminaries,
so that I could leave as quickly as possible, but he seemed in no hurry. I
opened my eyes and he smiled at me. He really was a handsome boy and his
face looked beautiful. He may have been younger than me and perhaps he also
needed to be caressed and kissed.

I unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his chest. He groaned and closed his
eyes. I pinched his nipples hard until they stood erect and hard, and he
moaned in ecstasy. Now I was the one pleasuring him, and he wanted
more. The tide had turned. I unzipped his fly, lowered his pants, removed
his shoes. He let me take control and undress him.

His erect penis, slightly smaller than mine, yearned for my touch. I ran my
hands and lips over his young, beautiful brown skin. He kept moaning and
needing more. I kissed his lips while gently stroking his penis and his
tight silky testicles, and his long shapely legs. His body was a delight!
I freed my large hard penis and my pre-cum dripped on his dark skin. His
body was beautiful, almost feminine. I needed to penetrate him and make him
moan while I fucked him. He opened his eyes, which were pleading with me to
do it. I put my lips to his and he let my tongue penetrate his mouth, as he
joined me in a passionate kiss.

I felt strong and masculine and enjoyed taking the lead – perhaps from
the drink or maybe the joint or both. I was surprised by the ease with
which I turned him, and felt his small tight perfect ass. Bending down, I
prized open his buttock and slowly began to lick his slit, and from his
throat came a torrent of moans.

My tongue played with his ass and little by little it penetrated him. Well
lubricated, I penetrated him further with a finger, then two, and with the
tip of a finger I stroked his prostrate, while with my other hand I stroked
his penis. Without removing my fingers from his stretched anus, I slowly
sucked his penis and savored the salty viscous fluid that dripped from its
tip. For a moment, he trusted in my mouth and tried to come – but I
would not let him.

I slapped his penis and twisted it hard. He had given himself to me, and I
could do with his body whatever I wished. It was no longer for him to
decide.

I felt strong and powerful. I penetrated his mouth with my penis and began
to gag as I pushed into his throat. He tried to push me away, but tearing
his hands apart and holding him tightly, I was amazed at my strength and
the ease with which he submitted to me.

Finally, I penetrated his throat. I looked down at his flushed face. My
entire hard cock was in his throat and he was breathing hard, his eyes
wide. I was surprised that I could enjoy being so sadistic and how this
beautiful young man submitted to me. I was not ready to cum yet.

Removing my cock so that he could breathe normally again, I put his legs on
my shoulders and returned to fucking him with my fingers. I looked deeply
into his eyes – he was staring, his body trembling, with fear and
desire. I felt as if in a trance because of the drug... my penis was harder
than ever. Now I desperately needed to fuck him, dominate him, impose
myself on him. The tip of my penis touched his well-lubricated hole. I
stopped and looked into his eyes.

"Ask for it," I muttered in his ear.

"Please. Yes, Yess, Yesss" he screamed.

Slowly I pushed...

Then we heard the sound of the front door opening. I froze. The glans of my
penis was inside. I looked at the door, and there stood the other two black
drug traffickers.

"What a surprise – the great Tafari's groom, fucking our friend Ali!"

They came over to examine closely how we were intimately joined. I remained
quiet, but a shiver ran down my back. I still wanted to sink the full
length of my cock into him, but Ali suddenly separated from me. He got to
his feet and I saw that was wielding a long knife, as he threatened them
and shouted at them to leave. I felt paralyzed by fear and saw, as if in
slow motion, as one of them snatched the knife and the other one knocked
Ali down with a tremendous slap. Then I reacted and threw myself against
them. I knocked one down and head butted the other. I felt strong enough to
overpower both of them.

"Come on" I yelled at Ali.

I rose from the floor and saw the surprise in the eyes of the
traffickers. I grabbed the knife, but the one that was on the ground
floored me with a kick, grabbed the knife and threw it away.

"You want war, you'll have it"

He seemed calm, but I saw him wiping blood from his nose. Then I realized
the seriousness of our situation. It was two against two, but they were
clearly stronger, plus the fact that we were rather wasted by drinking and
dope. I threw myself back at the one with the bleeding nose, who seemed
stronger and more dangerous. Looking sideways, I saw Ali give a tremendous
kick to the balls of the other man, who bent over groaning. I could not
knock my opponent down and he firmly held my naked body. I bit one of his
hands and he cried in pain, but a blow to the ear knocked me back to the
ground. One of his huge hands grabbed my balls and I started to his him
with all my strength, but he did not release his painful grip on my
testicles and I gave up. He released his grip and then beat me
mercilessly. I no longer felt anything and looked over to see Ali curled on
the ground, suffering a flurry of punches. These guys were going to kill
us, but for some reason I did not feel afraid... and lost consciousness.

I woke up under a jet of warm liquid on my face. I was on the couch, naked
with my hands handcuffed behind my back, and one of the traffickers was
peeing on my body, and on Ali beside me, also handcuffed. I noticed that
the stronger of the two must have been in the bathroom.

Ali tried to convince the other to leave us, by promising money and his
share of the drug that they had in common. This one was called Bongo, and
the other, who seemed to be the leader, was called Selub. Bongo said he
would have to talk with Selub. When he returned, Selub was wrapped in a
bathrobe, and seemed to have just showered as his hair was wet.

He had a plaster on his upper lip. He gave me a frightening look.

"You take a shower now, while I entertain myself a little with these two
fags."

He approached me. "You smell of urine...you've peed in fear?" he said and
gave me a hard slap.

"I will give you some pills so you can see that I am a good guy and want
you to be happy."

Ali tried to negotiate with him, but also received a blow in response.

"Two tablets of Viagra for each of you, so you both stay hard. Bongo and I
will take one each."

He made us swallow them with gulps from a bottle of rum.

"Now a little Ecstasy and we'll wait to see the effects. I'll put on a sex
tape from Ali's collection, and then suggest that you continue with what
you were doing when we arrived."

It seemed that only Ali lived in the apartment and the other two had keys
and came and left from time to time – as they used the apartment as a
storehouse for drug dealing.

"What a surprise" cried Selub as he waved a video cassette in one hand, and
put the cover under our noses. It showed a big black man fucking a white
boy.

"So that's what you like, I should have realized..., and all this time
without us knowing.

Both Bongo and I could have fulfilled all your fantasies! I'm sure you
masturbated many times thinking about doing it, and now you'll finally have
it – both you and your friend."

He put the video on. In the first scene, a white boy is sitting alone on a
park bench. Then a black gardener pushing a wheelbarrow full of pots comes
along. Their eyes meet; the gardener stops the wheelbarrow in front of the
bench and looks the boy up and down. The boy looks away. The man parks the
wheelbarrow beside the path and sits beside the boy, who remains
motionless, looking down the path. The man places one arm over the boy's
shoulders and strokes his neck. The boy gulps, and the gardener's hand
reaches under the boy's shirt. Then the man kisses the boy on the lips,
placing one hand on the boy's penis which bulges under his trousers.

I noticed that my cock was already erect and I turned to see that Ali was
also erect. Selub had opened his bathrobe and was fingering his huge semi
erect penis. Then Bongo appeared at the bathroom door.

"You started the party without me?"

He looked at the three men and then at the TV screen. "So, Ali likes queer
videos."

Selub handed him a tablet of Viagra and another of Ecstasy.

"As you can see, we are already loaded. Let's start the show. You two on
your feet, face to face and rub your cocks against each other."

We stood as though hypnotized. Our erect penises touched. Our faces were a
foot away from each other, our hands still handcuffed behind us. We stared
into each other's eyes – desire overwhelming us. We brought our lips
together, we kissed, our tongues stroked and sucked each other – our
penises sliding side by side.

"You're making me very horny – come over here and both of you stand
between my legs."

We obediently stopped kissing and did what he asked. One of his huge hands
held both our penises, while the other held our four testicles, stretching
them down so hard that we both groaned and pulled away, but he just
tightened his grip. He pulled our balls away from our penises as if they
were a bunch of fruit hanging from a tree. The pain was intense, but our
erections just become more powerful. The tips of our penises were leaking
seminal fluid which he stroked over the glans of our penises. The feeling
was an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. We breathed heavily, our
chests so close together that we could feel the pounding of our hearts. We
kissed and licked each other's faces and necks. When we were about to cum,
Selub removed his hand from our penises and gave our balls a sharp slap. A
cry of pain escaped simultaneously from both our throats.

"You thought that I was going to let you cum? There is still a long night
ahead of us."

Despite the blow, our penises remained erect. Viagra and Ecstasy were
having their effect.

We were like animals in heat, rubbing our bodies together, our mouths
kissing and licking each other.

Just then, Bongo returned from the kitchen with a bottle in his hand –
he looked at us in amazement. We both turned to him, and watched as his
penis began to swell.

"You see how they are...we need to help them. You Bongo take care of Ali,
I'll take care of the white boy" said Selub, indicating to me to stand
between his legs. His robe had fallen open and I watched as he stroked his
erect penis. Both Ali and I stood still.

"What's this!"

Selub, enraged, stood up. He held me by the hair with one hand and started
slapping my testicles with the other. I was trying to protect my balls with
my legs, so he slapped my ass.

Finally he dragged me to the couch and made me sit on his lap. I sat
upright, my body burning with the desire to cum. I pressed myself against
his naked chest.

"Relax, I know what you need and I'll give it to you"

I calmed down and he noticed how my body relaxed in his arms.

"I like my handsome boy very much" he quietly whispered in my ear.

My head was spinning as the drugs continued to take effect. His hands
passed gently over my skin. I felt a little distant, as if my mind and body
had parted. Yet my supersensitive skin felt the slight pressure of each of
his fingers. His big hand passed inside my thighs. I savored the pleasure
with closed eyes. I didn't know what had happened but my penis had lost
some of its rigidity and my erection was no longer painful. I turned my
face and found his mouth and with the tip of my tongue, I stroked his
lips. He remained still while I stimulated him. He then caressed my erect
nipples. His touch was delicate and giving me exquisite pleasure. But I
needed him to hurt me, punish me, give me more pain.

"If you promise to behave, I will release your hands."

I nodded. He undid the handcuffs, and thankful, I held his head with my
free hands and kissed him passionately. Moments later he inserted two
fingers in my mouth and I sucked them with relish, while my hands tried to
touch his penis. I was really super horny and all I wanted was for him to
penetrate me with his huge phallus. He seemed to understand what I needed
and made me stand between his legs. He prised my buttocks apart and began
to lick my anus, while one of his hands strongly pulled my testicles
downwards. It hurt, but I didn't mind as with the pain also came
pleasure. He then introduced a finger into my anus and when I started to
moan with pleasure, he inserted two fingers and began to fondle my
prostate. When I tried to touch my penis, feeling desperate to cum, he
pulled down harder on my testicles, and then I came without touching
myself, screaming.

After that, I dropped to the ground, exhausted. I just wanted to sleep and
momentarily lost interest in sex. But he held me by the hair and forced me
to lick up the semen that I had ejaculated on the floor. I felt degraded,
sick and dirty. I wanted to die right there, and disappear forever.

Then I heard Ali groaning with pleasure. I turned to see him being
sodomized by Bongo, sitting on his penis, face to face, using his strong
legs to move up and down the thick phallus, his beautiful body glistening
with sweat.  Bongo was just a dark mass that only occasionally looked to be
connected to his penis. I had just cum but I felt my penis stirring to life
with the beginning of a new erection.

"Now it's your turn. I'll fuck you like that, but first you have to suck
me."

I took his cock in my fingers, and it felt even bigger that Tafari's cock,
even when not fully erect.. I caressed, kissed, licked that pre-cum that
was leaking from the tip... until it was hard, very hard.

I tried to put it in my mouth, but with only a third, the tip was touching
the back of my throat. He held my head and thrust hard, and I started to
choke. When I tried to pull away, he just pushed harder and I choked some
more. My eyes filled with tears – I could not breathe. I tried to relax
and and breathe through my nose, but it was full of mucus and saliva, as
the glans entered my throat. As I became desperate to get air, he pushed
harder and half the phallus was lodged in my throat. I tried not to pull
away and as I remained still I began to breathe again as my throat became
used to the penetration. The pain stopped and a strange feeling enveloped
me, combining the pleasure of being used in this way, and proud to have
achieved something difficult. I had read that this kind of intercourse was
possible and that there are people who enjoy it – in fact I had done the
same to Ali. I began to understand the pleasure that can come from pain
–masochism, pure and simple.

He began to thrust in and out, and I was completely relaxed. I felt that my
throat was made to receive his huge cock, and images burst into my head of
cocks moving in and out, and my whole body being a tunnel for this huge
penis, powering into me like a train...and I wanted it to release a torrent
of thick, hot cum inside me, making me swell like a balloon until I
explode. I thought they were hallucinations caused by the drugs. I don't
know whether or not I lost consciousness, but suddenly I realised that he
had removed his penis from my throat, and I desperately wanted him to
thrust it down my throat again. He had to use all his strength to hold me
back. He tied my hands behind my back again.

Ali and Bongo had stopped fucking and they were looking at us
curiously. Ali got up and came over to us with a tube of vaseline in his
hand. With his erect penis, he looked very beautiful to me and I would have
liked to touch him and fuck him with my hands tied behind me. I kissed him
on the mouth, thrusting my tongue into him, but he turned away from me,
spun me around and began to lubricate my anus with vaseline. I thought he
was going to fuck me, but that was not what he had in mind because he then
began to lubricate Selub's erect phallus.

Knowing what was expected from me, I climbd on to the couch and tried to
ease my anus onto Selub's cock. But the lubricant made it slide from my
buttocks. With my hands behind my back, I could do nothing, but fortunately
Ali helped me to put the tip of the huge penis at the entrance of my
anus. I stared at Selub as I pushed myself down onto the hard phallus. His
eyes glowed like embers and he did not move a muscle. I was so relaxed that
without any pain the huge organ filled my completely. When I had it all
within me, I leaned into Selub's chest and put the tip of my tongue on his
lips, then whispered softly in his hear "Fuck me please." But he didn't
move, so I started to ride his cock, up and down, while pre-cum dripped
from my penis, wetting his chest and belly. I moved to stand until his
penis was nearly completely out of my body... , and then at last, the sex
machine was set in motion. He held me hard against him in his strong arms
and began to fuck me – in and out, in and out, in and out..., and I
began to moan with pleasure. "Yes, yes,...,more, more...

,no, no, oh, oh, yeah, yeah." I think I was delirious by that stage. We
both had to come at the same time. We screamed and screamed. Ali and Bongo
panicked, thinking that the screams might make the neighbours call the
police.

I awoke to the smell of something cooking. I looked at the clock. It was
three o'clock in the morning. My hands had been freed from the
constrainsts.

"What happened? You fell asleep?" Ali asked me smiling.

"They are preparing something to eat."

Ali stroked my cheek and I smiled. Selub offered me a glass of wine. Soon
we were all eating from the same plate, fried mixed vegetables with
chicken. We were all naked, but it felt good. It seemed incredible that
only a few hours ago, I thought that I would die at the hands of these
men. Now I saw them as partners, almost as good friends, from whom I had
nothing to fear. Still, something inside my head was not normal. I was
still desperate for them to fuck me again. My penis was semi-erect and I
was still horny. I assumed it was the effect of the drugs and the viagra. I
looked at Ali's body and enjoyed the sight. I tried to stroke him.

"Not now."

I went to the bathroom. I showered, tenderly stroking my penis, and put a
finger in my ass.

I needed to be fucked some more – and instead of them, I thought of
Tafari who, by now, must be asleep in his apartment. I would love to climb
under his sheets and press myself against his body. He would wake up
slowly, his arms around me... he would bite my neck and I would feel his
erect penis pushing further between my buttocks. My penis began to stir and
lengthen. I dried myself and returned to the salon to get my clothes.

They were all drinking from a bottle of rum, and rolling joints.

I went to the door and Selub jumped to his feet.

"Where are you going?" he shouted angrily.

"You haven't finished paying the price for how you behaved when we
arrived!"

He moved to the sofa and I sat beside him.

"Take a little drink" and he forced me to take a swig from the bottle.

"Do you want to have a little smoke?" I took a puff and reached out to grip
his big cock.

"Wait a minute, relax, we can do everything again."

I gripped his penis again and tried to put it in my mouth, but he pulled
away violently.

"Fag! You can't even wait awhile? Let's see you get naked, play music and
you and Ali can dance together and act out a queer scene for us. I want to
see how two fags like you can fuck."

I undressed again, my penis beginning to harden. I put the Billie Holiday
tape on again.

Then I approached Ali and dragged him with me to the centre of the room. He
was naked.

I put my arms around his waist, his arms around my neck and we began to
dance, our bare skin touching. I pushed one of my legs between his
legs. Ali rested his head on my shoulder; with one of my hands I caressed
his beautiful back and then his ass, while lifting his chin with one hand
and giving him a passionate kiss. Then I turned him around.

I held him firmly and lightly stroked him all over. As my penis touched his
ass, I stroked his chest and pinched his erect nipples, and he began
moaning. I ran my hand down his chest and abdomen and gently touched his
testicles and penis, which was gradually becoming erect. I nibbled his
neck. I put two fingers into his mouth, and then found his anus and eased
first one then two wet fingers into his anus. He arched his body, wanting
more penetration. I fucked him slowly with my fingers, still pinching his
nipples hard. He kept moaning. My cock was fully erect. I looked over to
Selub and Bongo, as they watched us and masturbated slowly. I placed my
penis between Ali's thighs, and with two fingers in his ass, with my other
hand I squeezed his balls. He was still moaning. I slapped his buttocks
hard. He jumped with surprise. I held him by the hair and forced him to
suck my penis. Then I turned him around and ate his ass hole. I was so
excited and wanted to fuck him – to finish what I had started many hours
before, before we were interupted by Selub and Bongo.

Ali sensuously moved his body against mine, joyfully offering himself to
me. I fond the tube of Vaseline, and lubricated first the entrance to his
anus, then my super-hard penis, and placed it at the tight opening of Ali's
ass. Little by little, I pushed forward, easing my penis into his
body. This time, nothing in the world could stop me, even if they cut off
my head. My hard penis would remain in the only place that mattered at that
moment, filling and stretching the tunnel of Ali's ass.

I began to fuck him slowly as he turned his head, looking for my kisses. I
knew exactly what to do, and I dictated the rhythm and the intensity of our
movements. I knew it because I identified fully with him; because that is
what I'd like somebody to do to me.

I was so focused on fucking Ali that I had not realised that Selub and
Bongo had moved to stand beside us. Both at once, they began to stroke and
caress our bodies, rubbing their hard cocks against our skin, and reaching
between our legs, they stroked and squeezed our testicles. Then I felt a
finger penetrate me. I turned my head and saw it was Selub. I looked for
his lips.

Meanwhile, Bongo was pressed against the body of Ali. Soon, Selub began to
penetrate me with his fabulous penis. The two big black man made a sandwich
of us. We had become one oscillating body, moaning and moving, seeking
pleasure, penises, hands, mouths, legs, arms, rubbing and pushing and
pursuing the same intense desire. We were a well-oiled machine for hard,
pure sex. I think drugs and Viagra had to led us to a mixture of heaven and
hell, where we would be burnt up and consumed completely.

I no longer had control of my own movements. It was the onslaught of Selub
that forced my penis to penetrate Ali. Selub was fucking Ali through my
body, and I passed Selub's movements on to Ali.

When I thought we were going to have a super-orgasm with four voices, Selub
broke apart our multiple intercourse and took Ali to the couch. There I
watched as he kissed and caressed the young man, and Ali responded with
even more kisses and caresses. I felt jealous and frustrated. But Bongo
took me by the waist and led me to the bedroom.

Bongo was uglier than Selub, rather smaller and probably considerably
older. He began stroking me on the bed. He knew what he was doing and was a
real expert at giving pleasure. He slowly penetrated me, face to face,
looking me straight in the eye. His face was a little sinister. With one of
his hands he squeezed my neck and would not let me breathe. I thought that
I would be strangled. I panicked and tried with all my might to break
free. He started beating me until I was quiet. With one hand, he hold both
my hands over my head, and returned to fucking me masterfully. He knew how
to give great pleasure – whether it was the way his penis curved, giving
such exquisite friction to my prostate or just the mastery of his
fucking. When I was relaxed and enjoying the whole experience, he began to
squeeze my neck again with his free hand. This time I could do nothing
about it and felt that he would end my life there on the bed. Then I
noticed that I was starting to get an orgasm, which was building and
growing within me. As he squeezed my neck even harder, my penis exploded,
releasing a burst of semen that reached my head. I felt his body tighten
and he came in my mouth with a bestial cry. I think that's when I
fainted. I woke up with Selub and Ali by my side. Between them they were
holding Bongo.

"He has a theory that hanged men have the best orgasms. He has seen men
hanging from a rope in his country more than once, with an erect penis and
semen-stained trousers. Let's give him his own medicine".

Bongo remained meekly tied up. Ali brought a dildo and stuffed it in his
ass. They sat him in a chair and tied him to it so he couldn't move. Ali
began to beat him with a belt in the testicles and penis. Bongo began to
become erect again. The more blows he received, the stronger became his
erection. I saw the gleam in Ali's eyes. The boy was a sadist. He brought
tweezers to pinch the nipples and testicles of Bongo, who strangely was not
complaining, just breathing and swallowing hard. It made me think about how
complex were the sexual instincts of human beings.

Ali then brought a rope with a noose and placed it around Bongo's neck, and
proceeded to sit facing Bongo - gradually lowering himself onto the big
hard cock. He gradually tightened the rope while raising and lowering
himself on the black phallus. Bongo's face grew red. Ali suddently
dismounted and we watched as both penises suddently ejaculated semen. Selub
picked up part of the semen from the two men and fed it to me, then kissed
me, sticking his tongue into my mouth. I realised that he wanted to savour
the semen and put it in my mouth to conceal his own homosexual desire to
receive the semen of other men.

They untied Bongo. Selub sat in the chair with his great penis erect. He
was the only man who had only come once. He asked me to fuck myself on his
cock, with my back to his chest. He did not need to ask me twice. It was
what I wanted. Although my cock was not yet hard, I was made to be fucked –
my ass needed to be filled with cock. It was not hard for me to ease myself
onto his beautiful cock. Ali began to lick me and play with me until I was
erect.  He went to the kitchen to get something and when he returned I was
slowly riding my man.

Ali approached me with a spoon in his hand. He grabbed my penis with one
hand, and I tensed. "What're you going to do with that?"

"I'm just going to put the little handle in your urethra. It won't hurt and
it'll give you pleasure."

"No, I don't want to" and tried to push him away with my hands.

But Selub pinned them behind me. I sat still, very excited by the big cock
deep in my ass, and with my masochistic side resurfacing. My cock already
felt as hard as if a rod of iron had penetrated my penis, and I was
terrified and excited at the same time. I was completely helpless. They
could do whatever they wanted with me. Bongo came over to me, placed two
clamps on my nipples, and put a dildo in my mouth, which he then eased down
my throat. I gagged a little, but soon accommodated it.

Ali lubricated the tip of my penis and the spoon handle with petroleum
jelly. He grabbed my super-erect penis and gradually eased the metal handle
into my urethra. At first annoying, the strange feeling was bearable. Ali
could now remove his hands and the spoon stood upright inside my erect
penis. The four of us watched mesmerized as my penis bobbed up and down
with the spoon inside. I would have liked to see my semen ejaculating with
the metal spoon inside my urethra, and imagined a hollow tube connecting my
penis with my mouth, so that I could receive my own semen directly when I
ejaculated.

Meanwhile, Selub began moving. He held me by the waist and practically
pulled me up off his cock, and then let me fall back so that his cock
filled me again. I saw my penis moving obscenely with the teaspoon
inside. Ali had returned from the kitchen with a teaspoon in his
urethra. Bongo took him from behind, Selub stopped thrusting as Ali began
to cum over my penis. The Ali pulled out the two spoons, and with one
collected the his semen and poured it into the open slit of my urethra, and
pushed it into me with the handle of a spoon.

I realised that I was beginning to cum and began ejaculating. Ali collected
my semen in a spoon, and pulling the dildo from my mouth, he shoved the
spoonful of semen into my mouth.

Everything that was happening was a mad perversion and had to stop. Selub
let me get up.

I was surprised that he had not cum. That was my fourth orgasm. I went to
the bathroom to shower. When I returned, all three of them were sniffing
something, which I assumed to be cocaine. Through a tiny window in the
room, I could see that day was breaking. Exhausted, I went into the bedroom
and lay down on the bed. I dreamed that Selub and Bongo were at the
entrance of the house, where a queue of men were waiting to come in to fuck
Ali and me. One of the first was Tafari. I wanted to let Selub know that
Tafari could fuck me free of charge ... , and I awoke to find Selub getting
into the bed beside me, and touching me and rubbing his hard cock against
my buttocks. I noticed that my penis became erect immediately. The drugs we
had taken had kept us continuously on heat, both physically and
mentally. Our sexual appetites were insatiable.

I turned to him and licked and stroked his penis. We kissed passionately,
Selub muttering endearments in my ear. "I like you a lot", "I have never
enjoyed anyone before so much", "Let me stay and live with you", " I want
you, I'm in love with you". I never imagined that this drug trafficker
could speak so tenderly. His touch was delicate and enervating and was
making me more and more horny. I held his head with both hands and turned
to kiss him, delighting in his lips and the touch of his tongue. I also
muttered words of love in his ear – words that I could never have
imagined coming from my mouth – promises and declarations of passionate
love. One of his fingers was trying to penetrate me. I asked him to wait,
and went into the living room to fetch the vaseline. On the living room
couch I briefly watched as Ali sodomised Bongo. They didn't see me as they
were so focused on their pleasure. I collected the tube of vaseline and was
also very excited, but this time not in a hurry.

After fucking all night, I felt that this would be our first real union,
because in addition to sex, this time there was genuine affection. Like a
virgin bride, I lubricated myself well, raising my hips with a pillow, my
legs raised and apart, and my arms stretched out to him, smiling as I threw
him a kiss. I offered myself willingly to the masculinity of this man,
while only a few hours earlier, his mere presence had filled me with
panic. This man, like me, needs not only sex but affection, to love and be
loved, to break the siege of loneliness that is imbedded in the soul of us
all.

Selub moved slowly as his cock touched my ass, and I stared into his eyes,
revelling in the intimate contact of the desired penetration. I moaned with
pleasure, my arms around his neck, as his cock filled me completely. His
lips covered mine to stop me moaning, and our tongues engaged in a dance of
love. After thrusting into me and withdrawing from me, sometimes
maddeningly slow, and at other times quick and brutal, there were were more
moans, cries and words of love mixed with depraved obscenities. One being
inside another, dominating, using, enjoying, fucking..., and then the roles
changing, so that the man who was penetrated is taking control and
dominating and using the other. Two beings fused into one, under the
intense blaze of a primordial, irrational, strong and deep passion. We had
cum many times throughout the night, so this coupling could take a long
time. I asked him to take me from behind and I lubricated myself again. Now
his mouth is on my neck, and on my nipples, his fingers on my testicles, my
penis, my thighs, my mouth. Pleasure, pleasure, and greater pleasure. An
endless ride. And then again he fucked me from the front, face to face. He
told me that I would cum without touching myself and that he would fuck me
until that happened. It didn't take long until I felt wave after wave of
orgasms, one, two, three, four, pass through me. We saw my penis lose its
erection after cumming. Although only little semen was released, it was the
most brutal orgasm I have ever felt. He licked my cum with his tongue, and
gave me a pair of powerful thrusts, pulled his penis out of me, and he came
in my open mouth. Neither of us swallowed the semen, but we kissed again
and with our tongues we shared both saliva and semen. Then, embracing, we
fell asleep.

When I awoke and looked at the clock, it was four in the afternoon, almost
twenty-four hours since I entered the house. I got up, and while the other
three slept, I quietly dressed and left.

Two days later I flew to my country. Years later, I still remember that
night as the time in my life when I experienced the most intense sex.

I wonder what became of the three drug traffickers, and my first lover and
his uncle?

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