Date: Fri, 07 Apr 2000 11:27:57 MDT
From: Ze Flores <ze__flores@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spotting Art

DISCLAIMER----------

This story contains erotic homosexual action between non-consenting adult
men. If you are under 18, you probably shouldn't be reading this. If you
are offended by man-on-man moves, then do NOT read on. This story is
fiction (ok there's some actual events; I'll let the reader guess). Any
resemblance to actual persons in non-intentional, though. This file is
property of the author. You may reprint it anywhere as long as I am given
credit, the story is not altered in any way, and you do not make any profit
from it. This is my first such story. I'd enjoy hearing from you with
comments, review, etc.. Email me at 'ze__flores@hotmail.com' (note there
are two underscores after my first name. Thanks ZE....;-o (t/t, humil,
oral, anal, slight s&m)
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Spotting Art

By Ze flores

Art was a hopeless rock monkey; he loved to hang on craggy granite.
Bouldering had long since gone from outdoor workout to an obsessing
passion. This muscle-driven sport was ideal for a small guy like Art whose
genes created a body more shaped for gymnastics than football or
basketball. Best of all this non-competitive rock play fused technical
skill with a brutal gravity-defying muscle pump. Geologic formations were
Art's favorite gym.

Art had long since mapped out and chalk polished his own set of problems at
his favorite hang-out, a long rocky uplift called Hoodoo ridge. Hoodoo was
a place where Art could spend hours caressing stone, conquering overhangs,
laterally swinging and reaching from hold to limitless hold. The vertical
ascent wasn't Art's real pursuit. Instead, this rock stud worked a long
traverse pushing every muscle of his climber's pumped frame until the very
fiber screamed.

Art preferred Hoodoo above all the other hang outs for it's near complete
privacy. These stones were off trail, hidden among Ponderosa pine well
above the more crowded trails of the reservoir below. Art shared the place
with a few climbing buddies, but mostly played there alone. On any given
sunny afternoon Art could be found bouldering shirtless at Hoodoo in a pair
of his favorite worn-out, baggy shorts. He liked the feel of breeze that
wafted his exposed ass via a long vertical rip at the seam on the backside.
He'd never bothered to stitch it up. The rear exposure not only cooled
Art's straining glutes, it was as close to nude climbing as he could get
and still protect his precious package from sharp granite or raspy
sandstone.

There was something to be said for a body sculpted on rock. At a compact
5'7'', Art's lean 140# frame was notable for his baseball round biceps, a
tight chest, flexible 6-pak abs, and striated back muscles, every taut
fiber a result of hours spent hanging at Hoodoo Ridge.  At 28 years, Art
enjoyed seeing the ripple of his own sinewy arms and legs as he reached and
pulled, satisfied at the little stud frame he'd created.  His own private
pleasure.

It was some shock for the little rock-monkey the day Nate discovered Art's
bare ass hugging rock. Nate had just moved to this booming college town
from back east on a football scholarship. He was unsure about a new life in
a town where black America was seen only on TV, but as an inner-city boy he
was hungry to get to know the mountains that loomed above campus.  Nate
stood out from most of the population on this lily-white university, and
that was ok. He was enjoying all the attention. People weren't studying his
ebony skin, though. At 6'4", 240 # of football honed mass, Nate was
huge. His presence was intimidating to even the most confident. Both women
and men stared when Nate the Freight walked by.

Nate came upon Hoodoo ridge and Art's bare ass after leaving behind a
fellow jogging buddy from the team. He and Mike, another linebacker, had
headed uphill and off trail to see if they could get a view of the city
below from atop the ridge of rocks above. Mike was sucking air and told
Nate to go on ahead, he'd be up in a few. Nate kept climbing and upon
reaching the ridge summit heard some heavy breathing coming from the
rock. There, hanging like a chimp some 12 feet above the ground, Nate
caught sight of one very sexy tan ass, hindquarters of a little white stud.
The Philadelphia linebacker had only seen climbing on Mountain Dew
commercials up to now and was enthralled by Art's agility as the climber
blindly reached for a small crack above his head. Nate was captivated by
the fluid movement of this little man as the rock stud pulled his body up a
few feet.

Now while Nate loved to fuck women, he had acquired a taste for little
white guys, a habit pursued since high school football. Girls cunts simply
couldn't take what he had to offer. Male anal anatomy was another story.
Overtime, Nate had found he could intimidate, subdue, & seduce most of his
teammates and other groupies he'd set his eyes on. For those few who played
a little hard to get, Nate had more than once used his imposing size to
force himself on, overpower, and impale his prey, conquering their
unwilling fear. It was not uncommon after such a forced fuck, that these
little men would come asking for more of his big black dick. Such was
Nate's power.

Seeing this erotic motion on rock, honing in on every muscle tighten on
that little guy's back, and smiling at the curve of his finely rounded ass,
blood rushed to Nate's head and cock. He knew then if only for this view
and the guy fuck in his near future, the move to this town was worth
it. Men on rocks! Nate could barely control himself. He wanted to reach up
and grab those firm cheeks. He imagined his face buried in that tightly
clenched crack, the feel of the velvety warmth of that little stud's love
canal as he reamed his 10" black shaft up home. He decided there to make
this stranger's tight ass his own. But first things first.

Nate moved out of the trees as quiet as a 6'4" man could, and positioned
himself underneath the heavily breathing rock stud. The rock monkey
climbing above still hadn't noticed the intrusion.

"Man, look at that ass. You always climb so exposed?" The boom of Nate's
voice pierced the Hoodoo silence.

"What the fu..." Art looked down, flinched at the black giant below, lost
his hold, and fell off the rock.

Nate saw Art slip a second late and while he was able to catch the little
stud and break the fall, they both fell back into the embrace of a bush.
Nate hadn't meant to scare the little man (well maybe he did) but as a
result he found his big hands encircling the rock stud 's pumped upper
arms, that exposed tight ass perfectly nestled above his very engorged
basket.

"Whoa...." Art found himself sitting on the lap of a very large black
man. He looked around to see two big eyes penetrating his own. "Jesus, you
scared the shit outa me. Where'd you learn to spot, anyway?" Art accused
lifting himself off the big black man's lap, unnerved by the outa-the-blue
shock of the situation. "As a matter of fact, I do always climb in these
shorts. I mean no ones usually around staring up my ass ". added Art.

Nate laughed a deep chuckle, licked his lips. "Hey, sorry about spooking
you. Never seen a man hanging from the side of a rock."  Nate then noticed
the rock stud's 7" erect cock sticking like a pole below Art's shorts.
"Looks like I got your attention, anyway".

Art followed Nate's gaze down to his own shorts, noticed his woody, turned
red.

"Hey, really, I'm sorry I shocked you out of your climb. Just never seen a
near naked guy on the face of a cliff." Standing up, Nate towered over Art,
his broad shoulders casting a shadow over the little rock stud.

Art was dwarfed and for the first time in his life felt vulnerable. His
nipples stood erect as the black giant blocked the sun's warmth.  "Uhhh...
don't worry about it" Art countered. He'd never been so physically close,
let alone exposed, to an african american. Art couldn't move. He found
himself staring eye level into a sweaty t-shrit hugging huge square
pecs. Art gulped searching for words.

"Hey lemme introduce myself, I'm Nate" offering a big hand.

"My name's Art" Art returned the courtesy, held out his own smaller, chalk
covered paw which was enveloped and purposefully crushed affirming just who
was dominant in this little exchange. Art squeezed back as strong as he
could to show he's no wimp and was roughly pulled in closer to the giant.

"Now that's a grip" admired Nate.

"You know, the climbing....develops the hand's tarsels" Art explained, still
overwhelmed.

"Don't let me stop your climbing, little guy. You mind if I stuck around
and watch?" Nate released the captive hand.

"Uhhh..sure, no problem" Art eyed the black man suspiciously. "But let me
give you a few pointers on spotting if your gonna hang out below me"

"What'dya mean spotting?" Nate asked innocently.

"Well, in bouldering, the guy below spots. That is, it's his job to cushion
the fall of the guy on rock, give encouragement, and yeah push him to go
harder, to the limit" Art turned around and walked back over to the
rock.. "Let me show you. Get on the rock". Art motioned Nate to follow and
pull his big body onto the face of the rock.

"What the hey..." Nate obeyed, walked over, and pointedly brushed his
bigger body up behind Art as he reached up to grab a hold, searched for a
foot perch, and mimicked to his best ability, a climbers position.

"That's it" approved Art, marveling at the size of this guy's arms. "Now
the spotter stands behind & below his rock buddy, arms up & ready to catch
or push, should his partner fall" Art explained, reaching up, palms forward
and pushed on the massive black back in front of him, to show him he was
there. "Now reach for a new hold above" Art pointed.

Nate reached for a hold 2 feet up, followed with his left foot, held
himself, then felt the knob he was holding onto loosen from his full weight
and break off. Nate found himself falling onto the rock stud below who, not
only cushioned the impact, but also held his own against a body that
outweighed him by at least 100 pounds.

Art nearly flipped backward spotting Nate's fall. He had some softball size
biceps in his grip, a satisfying reversal of the situation only ten minutes
before. Art was pretty impressed by this bench press grown mass but knew
that men of muscle like Nate always had a hard time on a vertical face. The
bulk prevented rock intimacy. Big guys just weren't flexible like the
little wiry guys.

"Wanna have another go?" Art challenged Nate, letting go of the big guy's
arms.

"Not yet" Nate felt outgunned on rock. Besides he'd rather be behind that
little body. He put an arm over Art's shoulders and angled him toward the
place where he'd just fell. "Let's see how I spot now, instead. Why don't
you get that little butt back on the wall, and see how I do".

"No problem". Art decided to take advantage of the big guy's spot, get a
good workout in, and not worry about some risky moves given the guy below
could no doubt catch a fall now. Art moved into a problem that he knew
would impress Nate. Might as well show off. Nate positioned himself behind
and below Art, big arms up, palm on Art's lower back, showing the little
guy he was prepared. Nate watched as the rock monkey moved effortlessly
across the face of the ridge, clinging to holds the big guy could barely
see. Nate noted the way Art's back muscles and those on tense forearms
looked like knotted rope. He got closer.

Art could feel Nate's breath on his back, definitely the closest spot he'd
ever received. He didn't mind when he felt big palms giving support and a
light push during a long reach.  Art pulled himself up above an overhang
and looked down at Nate who was now taking off his shirt. "Jesus, Nate,
your huge. You a bodybuilder?"

Nate flexed his sweating pecs for Art. "You like that, huh, little guy?"

"Pretty impressive, that's all" Art laughed and went back to the
problem. As he climbed around he felt Nate's eyes on him; felt himself get
hot and start up a good sweat. He moved through a series of moves that
stretched, pulled, and bunched his arms and legs to the point, that all his
muscles were screaming. Art was getting a great workout, knew that he'd be
too weak to move after he'd finished giving Nate a good show of his own
fine physique. He pushed himself hard in competitive exhibition. As Art
moved lower, Nate moved closer, right behind Art's ass, which was now at
about level with the big guy's face.

Nate was well beyond arousal by this point, watching the little stud move
across the rock. Here in front of his own nose, as seen through the rip in
the backside, Art's butt muscles rippled. Nate brought his left hand up to
Art's sweaty back, savoring the feel, and couldn't resist a squeeze of that
fine bubble butt with his right.

Art laughed "Hey, watch it it. That's no spot. I'd call that a definite
feel." He kept on climbing amused by the aggressiveness of this giant.

"Mmmm" Nate groaned and started giving Art some sneaky pokes, and running
fingers on known ticklish areas.

It had been a good thirty minutes of bicep crunching, by the time Nate
started copping feels, and Art's arms were screaming. When he felt big
fingers stream across his lower abs, he couldn't help laughing.
Unintentionally, he let go and fell into Nate's waiting embrace.

Nate pulled a laughing Art against his chest and held the little rock stud
suspended as he sniffed his captive's neck. He felt Art freeze and could
sense the guy was intimidated by his loss of control and the enormous size
differential; exactly Nate's intent. He lowered Art slowly ensuring that
the little guy's exposed crack slid down along Nate's stiff shaft.

Art felt Nate's huge and very hard dick slide up his butt as Nate too
slowly lowered him to the ground. Now Art was scared. He squirmed free from
the giant's hands, turned around and looked up at Nate to see some hungry
eyes looking down into his own. Art had never experienced (or at least
recognized) a stare directed for his pleasure like this before. He felt an
odd rush ot his loins, and couldn't hold the gaze. He lowered his eyes down
Nates own ripped abs and followed a line of kinky black hairs that tapered
downward into very stretched blue running shorts. Art had never seen a cock
so big, outlined so clearly in cotton. That cock pointed straight his way.

"Uhh..well I think I'll call it a workout. Sure appreciate the spot" Art
stammered as he turned to go get his gear and get the fuck outa dodge.

Nate knew if he didn't move fast, the moment would be lost. The little man
looked quick and Nate didn't know if he could keep up with a scared rabbit
in this terrain. He grabbed Art's upper arm and pulled the little man
closer. "Lemme brush you off". Nate began rubbing dirt from the rock stud's
backside. "This rock climbing is a muscle-driven sport. Jesus, what an
ass".

"Uhh huh"...Art gulped as the giant squeezed his tight round cheeks,
terrified as he was lifted slightly off his feet. His mind said run but he
couldn't move. This guy was huge. The black man moved his sweaty hands up,
enclosed his thick fingers around Art's pumped biceps, squeezed. Male scent
filled Art's senses. He looked up again into the hungriest of eyes. Never
had he been so confused, so aroused. "You know, I really think I better be
going". Art pulled out of Nate's grip and turned around.

"I don't think so." Before Art was two feet away, Nate reached from behind
and grabbed the little man's face, pulling him back against his body, his
other arm reaching around the rock stud's arms and chest. Art could only
grab the giant's forearm that encircled him as he was lifted off his
feet. A sweaty palm the size of Art's face covered his mouth, preventing
him from yelling. Art could feel the giant's heartbeat as his back gripped
Nates chest. Art arched and squirmed but was plainly overpowered.

Nate loved the feel of the wiggling little hard body he now controlled. He
felt his dick grow and lifted the guy's exposed ass up higher till his
erection stood up between his new rock toy's thighs, licking the kids neck,
digging his nose into an ear orifice. "Ahhhhhh....you get used to the feel
of my big black dick, rock baby, get the feel of it good. I'm gonna stick
my shaft so far up your fine ass, you'll feel it in the back of your
throat".

Art felt a panic as someone else's huge fucking erection came up between
his legs. He couldn't comprehend a cock this size entering his asshole and
struggled harder. The Black giant carried him over to the base of Hoodoo
Ridge where an overhang formed a semi cave. He lowered Art and forced him
down on his stomach. Art could barely breath as 240 pounds of black muscle
straddled his back. Art could feel Nate taking off those too-tight shorts
of his with one hand as the other pushed him deep in the leaf litter
below. Art flinched when a big black mushroom cock head slapped his face.

His big meat exposed to the swaety air, Nate then grabbed the little mans
hair pulling the head back as he rubbed those tight round buns with his
other hand. He pushed his throbbing shaft up between the little man's hard
legs again, smearing pre-cum along the way. He bent around planted his
mouth over the little one below and forced his tongue in quivering lips.

Art couldn't breathe as this boa tongue filled his mouth, moved down his
throat. The giant was breathing in, sucking every last molecule of oxygen
from his lungs. Art was mortified to feel his own dick grow to full
attention. This was rape. How could he be full on excited?

"You want my big black dick up your ass, don't you rock baby. You want to
feel me impregnate you with my shaft. You ain't never gonna walk or climb
the same after I finish fucking your ass, white boy. You are mine. And I'm
gonna take you as my bitch now, make your man ass, my own private pussy"
Nate spit on his hand, found Art's puckered asshole, rubbed gooey juice to
loosen it up, jammed a thick finger up the little man's tight hole. Art
yelled in pain. Nate didn't stop and started to aggressively finger fuck
this tight ass moving his thick finger further up that tight warm love
tube. He aimed a second finger, squeezed it in, jammed it up, and continued
the digit probe.

Art had never felt fingers up his ass. The pain, the nasty pleasure, the
prostate rubbing was too much. He felt his balls throb and cummed
involuntarily into forest duff beneath him.

Nate felt the little man arch back and knew he'd made him spurt jizz. He
rolled the little man over, grabbed those slim hips and lifted the little
guy's ass up to his face. Art was still jerking from his cum and felt
helpless as he was held up by big hands, his butt in a strange man's
face. Nate licked around Art's puckered rose, blew warm breath on his new
pussy, and watched it quiver in anticipation. Nate loved to look at the
entrance of his dick's target. He reamed his long tongue into the hole and
felt hands reach up around his 19" guns.

Art, upside down, his head resting against black thighs,an engorged cock
poking his shoulder blades, felt the tongue enter his ass. It felt like a
snake and he reached up to grab the black man's arms. If his own biceps
were baseballs, the ones holding him airborne were softballs. No, soccer
balls.  Art felt like he was gonna cum again and did, shooting back over
his head onto Nate's thigh's and the ground below.

Nate lowered the rock studs hips now, rubbed his hand across the flat
little belly beneath him taking up the boy's still warm cum and rubbing it
along the shaft of his throbbing dick. The rock baby no longer struggled to
get away and Nate found it time to take this little man's ass and exercise
his desperate black muscle. Nate grabbed Art from behind the knees, pulled
hard legs over his shoulders, aimed his cock at the hole.

Art had lost it. His legs over the shoulders of this black giant, Art
reached around to grab the dick that he knew was coming his way. He grabbed
what felt like a warm throbbing pipe, not believing it's size, looked
around to see 10" of black cock pushing at the entrance to his asshole.
"Relax, little man. You're gonna take this cock whether you want it or
not. The more you relax, the less I'll hurt you" Nate pushed.

Art tried to relax and felt the black cap opening his hole. God, it
hurt. Nate gave a fast short thrust and felt the ass below open up with a
pop as his cock head entered. Art screamed which excited Nate more. Nate
covered Art's mouth and gave another thrust sinking 3" more in the tight
ass below him. "Ahh yea, baby, take my cock. Take it all" Nate thrust
again, 2" closer to paradise.

Art couldn't imagine the pain. Teeth clenched and tongue thick, Art gripped
Nate's bulging arms trying to push the giant off him. He felt like a horse
was fucking him. Nate pulled out, grabbed the little stud by the waist, and
turned him onto his stomach. He pulled Art's ass up toward, him, aimed and
thrust his dick again into the wonderfully tight hole. Art screamed
again. Nate looked down and saw he had 5" left to drive home. He pulled Art
up to his chest, rested his chin on his captives head, wrapped his arms
around arts chest, one hand over Art's mouth. With his dick still halfway
up Art's ass, Nate stood up.

Art's scream was muffled as he was lifted off the ground with that horse
dick up his ass. Up on two feet and arched back, Nate was in heaven, buried
deep inside Art, whose legs were kicking in mid air like a little boy. Nate
could feel the little man's heart racing which excited him even more. He
held Art's waist and started rotating his hips, enjoying the tight canal
massaging his dick. Art was groaning to the rythm. After a couple minutes,
Nate got a better hold on Art's shoulder's, covered the kid's mouth again,
and simultaneously pulled down on the little body as he thrust up sinking
the last 5" of his hard black cock up this tight white ass.

Art was screaming behind the palm as he felt the monster dick jam further
up his ass. He felt like an impaled pig, feet hanging in mid air between
Nate's bulging thighs. This is what it's like to get fucked by a man, Art
thought. He then felt Nate arch back and let go. Art grabbed onto Nate's
thighs to steady himself but realized he was being held up by nothing but
this black dick up his ass and his own weight sittting on Nate's crotch. He
first felt the belly below him rumble and then heard Nate's triumphant
howl.  Art passed out from the pain.

Hidden in the bush, Nate hadn't realized that Mike, a fellow linebacker,
had been watching the show for some time. Mike, who was shorter than Nate
at 6'1" but no less built at 210#, had seen Art climbing before. He'd been
impressed by the rock stud too, but was more amazed to see Nate fucking the
little guy. This was clearly an uninvited rape and Mike found his own steam
rise and 8" dick harden. Fuck if he was going to let his teammate get all
the pussy and not share.

Mike walked out of the bushes, hard dick in hand, as Nate was laying a limp
Art over a rock to pump the shit out of his little ass. Nate looked up, saw
his friend and his hard dick, heading over. Nate smiled and let his tongue
fall out in a pant indicating to his friend what a good fuck lay below.
Mike walked over in front of Art's face and started stroking his dick in
front of the little guy who was coming to, and starting to groan again.

When Art came to, he realized he'd been moved and could feel that big black
dick slowly pumping in & out of this ass. Nate was groaning, "yea baby,
yeah. Take it, take it all. Oh this good. Your mine." When Art opened his
eyes he was confused to see a big throbbing white dick in his face, looked
up to see a big white guy, about the same size as Nate jacking off right
above him. Just then Nate, shoved in hard up his ass causing Art to scream
again.

Mike grabbed Art's head and shoved his engorged meat in the little man's
open mouth to shut him up. It took him several hard thrusts but he got his
dick all the way down the guy's throat and started fucking. Art reached out
to push off the white guy's thighs but was then lifted off the rock from
behind, dicks still embedded at both ends. With Nate holding his waist and
Mike holding his head, Art found himself airborne, a double orifice for two
fucking animals who were reaming their dicks in and out.

Art could feel Nate's balls hitting his ass and sensed the giant dick begin
to throb against his shute. Nate started yelling " Oh yeah, ahh god, oh I'm
gonna cum, rock baby, I'm gonna fill your man pussy with my juice. Ahh,
Ahh. Here it comes." Nate bent over and blanketed Art's body with his own,
his face eye-level to Mikes big pumping dick. Nate squeezed the little
guy's studly body as hard as he could. Art couln't breathe as he felt the
giant cock explode jizz up his ass in rythmic pumps all the while another
dick was pumping his face. Nate was cumming so much, Art could feel splooge
squirt out of his ass as the giant kept on thrusting.

Mike looked down to see Nate's massive back hiding the little stud, hips
fucking fast, and muscles in spasm; obviously cumming up that tight
ass. The big white guy began to feel his own load rise to head. He shoved
his dick down Art's throat as his cock began to pump his load down the
captive's gullet. Mike pulled out as he finished to see Nate lift a
conquered Art up and sit back down with his cock still up the rock stud's
ass.

Art was crying now as Nate stroked his chest, squeezed his arms and gave
him a warm embrace. "You know Art, you're mine now. You' re all mine."

Sitting there on Nate's lap, a semi-hard black cock still up his ass and
fully owned for the first time in his life, Art knew that climbing Hoodoo
Ridge would never be the same again.

Nate had spotted Art's ass, and yes, pushed it to the limit.