From: afuentemayor@hotmail.com (Alegandro)
Subject: New Story Version: "My Black Lamborghini" (MM)(interracial)(watersports)
Date: Mon, 22 Dec 1997 06:39:23 GMT
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or country. Do NOT read if you object to homosexual erotica in any form.
Copyright 1997 by Alejandro Fuentemayor. All rights reserved. Comments or
suggestions to afuentemayor@hotmail.com
version of December 1997
My Black Lamborghini
Chapter 1
I'm a 37-year-old Hispanic high school teacher of Cuban-Scottish origin
who also teaches at the local university. I was married for 15 years -- but
that's another story. I probably should have gotten out of the situation a
long time before and followed my interests. When I was young, I had several
gay experiences, but getting married and having children was the macho thing to
do. All my true sexual interests got shoved to the back shelf while I was
married. I have taught high school Spanish for many years and have enjoyed
looking at the gorgeous young boys that I have had in class, but I have never
touched one -- looked -- but never touched. About six years ago while
teaching as an adjunct professor at a local southern university, I ran across
an absolutely beautiful studly, very tall 20 year old Black male by the name of
Kevin in one of my classes. He devoured every word that I said in class and he
sat in front and watched me intently. More than once I noticed his furtive
glances and his most masculine mode of walk and talk. We interacted a lot and
yet I never was quite sure about him. We connected, and yet we didn't. I
definitely was turned on, and I think that he was too, yet we both moved on our
separate ways.
A short time later I taught a most gorgeous 16-year-old black athlete in
my high school class who always needed extra after-school help to keep his
grades up. I happily obliged, and he got a lot out of my help and did very
well in the class. He occasionally would stop in and ask if I needed any help
around the classroom. Only at the end of the year did Paul, or Pablo as I
called him, even mention causally to me that he lived with his cousin Kevin who
had also been my student. It never really registered with me at that time that
the two former students and cousins had a lot in common.
Shortly before last Christmas during my winter break, I walked into "Etchings",
a tattoo and body piercing salon in town to find out about getting a nipple
pierce. It was going to be my Christmas present to myself. Something really
personal -- kind of a divorce celebration gift. I planned to mark a division
in my life from years of unhappy marriage to a flight of freedom. I asked the
woman attendant about their services and jewelry and she told me to wait
in one of the small private rooms for the attendant that would be right in.
The door opened and in walked Kevin...now 26 and built up like a Black
Greek god. I almost didn't recognize him through his newly acquired mass that
enhanced his 6' 6" height, but once he turned on his smile and called me
"Profe" all the truth of the situation dawned on me. We talked for a couple of
minutes while I surreptitiously examined him and his jean bulge. "I hear that
you are interested in a nipple piercing!", quickly and matter of factly,
followed by "I never thought that I would have the chance to get my hands on
one of your nipples!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What do you mean?"
"When I was a student in your class, I always watched intently how your
nipples responded to all types of stimuli. I could practically tell the
temperature in class or what you were thinking by how much they were saluting
or how they moved. I had never seen such an expressive set of nipples on such
a good-looking chest. It was the hardest thing in the world to keep my hands
off of them in class. And now I'm going to get to handle them and make an
evaluation. Take your shirt of and lie back and relax. Now it's my turn to
get a good look."
I couldn't believe what was being said and what was happening. He had
read me like a book.
While I relaxed (somewhat) he told me about how he was now entering his
final year of pre-med at the university about three hours away, his part time
job doing piercings, how his own nipples were pierced... and how he had often
beat off thinking about my nipples and what he had often thought he would like
to do to me. He hoped that I was not offended by his comments ("Oh, no, no,
no.") With just a short professional examination, he had me ready to explode.
He indicated that over stimulation of clients was tabu in the salon and that he
would be glad to come over to my house the next night and watch the football
game If I didn't mind. Oh, and yes, he indicated that I would be a
marvelous candidate not only for a nipple piercing but also for other piercings
that he would be glad to suggest and perform in more comfortable surroundings.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. In the matter of just a few minutes, my
entire world had changed. I had met the man of my dreams who had been thinking
about me for the last several years without me even knowing it.
I'm just a bit over 6' tall and weigh about 210. I ride my bike a lot and work
out at the gym a couple times a week. I used to do a lot of weight lifting,
but now do just enough to keep in quite good shape for the beaches.
The next morning early I went to the gym to work out and I ran into my former
student "Pablo" now working there as a young 19 year old spotter and trainer.
While I was working on my calf muscles he stopped over and casually commented
with a glint in his eye that "Kevin was certainly glad to see you last night at
the salon!" All of a sudden I remembered the connection between the two. He
added suddenly, "You have been in OUR thoughts a lot since you were my teacher
and even after I graduated." The picture became more intriguing and
interesting.
Since I had been celibate and out of circulation for such a long time, I wasn't
quite sure about what to expect the next evening with Kevin's visit. I
prepared a delicious dinner for us and had the leather sofa well placed in
front of the TV so we could watch one of the year end bowl games.
Kevin is nearly 6' 6" tall with broad shoulders veeing down to a 34" waist. He
has an all tooth smile that lights up the room and immediately relaxes you. He
walks in and dominates the situation due to the force of his personality, his
physical mass and presence as well as his regal beauty. He was wearing a
plunging white tight tee that showed his pierced nipples through the material.
Tonight his faded second-skin jeans showed his massive sausage that ran forever
down his leg. I had not realized that anyone could comfortably walk and sit
with a cock in that position in those tight a pants. I joked that those must
be magnetic pants and he indicated that they certainly did attract a lot.
He arrived on time and with an appetite, a gift in one hand and a gym bag in
the other. I opened the beautifully wrapped present and found a box of a dozen
condoms. I asked him if he thought a dozen was enough and he grinned "I hope
not!". He ate and ate while he watched the game. He was most appreciative.
He came over to the leather sofa and snuggled up with me and a glass of
wine. He liked the dry white. As the game wound down he wound up and asked me
to remove my shirt which I did. His moist lips searched for the nipples he had
designs on. His smooth yet slightly bumpy tongue and neatly trimmed lip
mustache brought them to immediate attention that he promptly took advantage
of. His miracle tongue gave the areolas and nipples a massage unlike any they
had ever experienced before. He opened his mouth and back tongued the entire
structure. He was so thorough and attentive that he kept me just on the brink
of explosion. He turned one simple act into a Chinese tit torture that should
have been illegal.
He said that tonight he wanted to concentrate on the objects of his six years
of fantasy and that he wanted to make me suffer as much as I had unwittingly
made him suffer over the years. He spoke with an imagination and intellect
that let me know that he and he alone was in complete control of the actions
that were happening now and were yet to happen. With his sheer words alone he
was able to bind and tie me to that sofa. It was as if he had me hypnotized
and completely under his verbal control. And then he did it. In rapid
succession he made me come twice without ever touching my member. Only his
tongue, chest massage and erotic suggestions made me cum and fill up my pants.
Without ever letting me touch him he had me out of my clothes. Except for one
drop of my cream that he moved from his long finger to my own lips, he licked
every last drop of my creamy dessert. He then sucked me of a smaller third
serving that I thought would kill me and drain me unlike ever before. I felt
much like one of those rattle snakes that is forced to give up all of its venom
-- milked to excess.
He next asked me if I trusted him and I responded affirmatively. He
suggested that we go to the bathroom. He was surprised at the master bath that
had both a large Jacuzzi tub and a custom shower stall (orgy sized) with two
shower heads.
He made me get down on the floor of the shower doggy style and he
removed his clothes and pulled some equipment and tubes out of his gym bag.
Within a minute I found myself being showered and scrubbed like a pet dog. A
loofa sponge scrubbed every inch of me, and yet I was not able -- not allowed
-- to respond in kind. Only a small light was on outside the shower stall in
the bathroom and I could not see my jet-black laundry machine at work.
The water went off for a moment and I wondered if I would be dried next. He
again asked if I trusted him and I responded as before, but a little
hesitantly. He asked me again and this time I answered him as he wanted.
His response was "Relax completely" A moment later I knew why when I
felt a lubricated finger artfully probe my anus and insert lubricant.
Momentarily I felt a long thin tube enter about four inches into me. A whoosh
and it was removed. It was not his awesome cock as I had feared. In a couple
of moments a slightly larger tube went in and then I felt warm rushing water
begin to flood my insides. "I want to completely clean you out so that you can
better serve me! Do you trust me?" ("Yes!")
He filled me and then filled me more while I remained on the floor on all fours
and head on the shower floor. I was sure that I couldn't take any more when he
told that I was about half way done. He said, "I will not hurt you." At just
the moment I thought he would kill me, he let me use the toilet. What absolute
relief! I had been cleaned by water and a special soap. "How wonderful when
you are filled to a greater capacity...and then when it is removed!", Kevin
said.
After the moment of complete release and as soon as I had cleaned up, he
turned the light on in the bathroom. There he stood in all his raging glory,
looking like a black hooded cobra ready to strike. He was longer and bigger
around than anything I had ever seen in real life before. Kevin made most of
the binary file men pale in comparison.
"That thing is big enough to give to give me a split personality!"
With a knowing and devilish look he rubbed his enormous cock, moved his
massive physique to within inches of me and stared his powerful, piercing and
possessing eyes at me and declared, "Sooner or later you will learn how to take
all my big black Lamborghini up your sweet, tight asshole and still beg for
more. You will learn how that ass of yours will become my personal parking
place." He threw his powerful arms around me, enveloped me in a bear hug and
then whispered in my ear, "You are already mine and you don't even know it!"
Part 2
And the term "Black Lamborghini" stuck to Kevin's monster. He always
talked about it as if it had its own life. Even though Kevin controlled it,
when his hormones took over the Lamborghini took over control of Kevin.
That very first time with him, I realized that Kevin had had a long time
fantasy about me and that he was determined that within a few days he would
cause those fantasies to become reality. I had never had a shower stall
experience like he introduced me to and he told me straight forward that there
were many other plans that he had in the offings.
I was able to convince him that very first night that I had been out of action
for so long that he would have to slowly ease me into his fantasies. We moved
to the bedroom where we snuggled and 69ed each other with abandon. While he
was able to take all of me down his throat, all of him would have cut off my
breathing entirely. Unlike other big men that I had been with many years
before, Kevin had no problem with filling his entire pleasure piston with
blood. Even soft it was nearly as long as a hefty cucumber and never seemed to
get any smaller. As he plunged down my throat, his running sexual commentary
told me how he had become super turned on at the site of his black cock gorging
my tanned face. When he finally came, he spilled his sweet venom all over
my chest and then proceeded to lick it all by himself while giving me a
complete tongue bath. "I'm not selfish, I just believe in recycling my cum --
at least my cum that doesn't end up in your ass!"
While I have always found that giving pleasure to another was the highest form
of receiving pleasure, Kevin wanted to pleasure me with very little in return.
"Your turn will come." he would say. He also knew how to make me truly suffer
by keeping me on the brink of pain and pleasure. For the first time I had the
pleasure of sucking on beautiful, erect, pierced nipples. I found that I could
drive him crazy to the point of an explosion by sucking and tonguing his
glorious tits. Kevin indicated that his nipples were now nearly twice as
sensitive since he was pierced. "After I pierce yours, I'll really have
control of you. I can really drive you crazy twenty-four / seven!" ("More
than now?") At 4:00 A.M. he left. "I'll be back this evening to finish this
meal"
"What would you like me to prepare for you for this evening, Kevin?"
"Prepare your psyche!"
Around noon on Friday I dragged myself to the gym to steam in the sauna
for a few minutes. I had been so drained by the previous night's workout that
I just wanted to sit and soak up a little eucalyptus steam. After about five
minutes in there I saw a great black body come in and sit down. Kevin?
Without my contacts in I was surprised to hear Pablo's voice ask me, "Heavy
night?"
"What did Kevin tell you?"
"He didn't have to say anything when he came home. I know what he likes. And
YOU are IT! Boy, you are REALLY it!" (Long Pause) "I'm sure you'll
have a BIG night tonight! See you later."
What had Kevin told him? What did Kevin tell this 19-year-old kid?
Kevin called me from the salon just before he left at 9 P.M.. "Are you ready
for me? I'll be there in a few. I'd like to get in the Jacuzzi for a few
minutes to relax and get this disinfectant smell off me. OK?"
"Sure, but what did you tell Paul about last night?"
"What did Paul say that I said?"
"Nothing"
"Then it must have been nothing."
A few minutes later Kevin drove up in his black two seater, knocked on
the door and came in. He had his little gym bag with him. He bent over and
kissed me or rather invaded my mouth with his hot expressive tongue that
tasted like a shot or two of whiskey. After a long and fertile kiss that
explored every reach of our mouths, he pushed me down on my knees in front of
him and directed me to pull down his pants and "suck me like you're glad to see
my Lamborghini."
While I went after his Lamborghini with complete delight, his muscular
hands massaged my shoulders and neck much like a masseur would do, but from
above. Just as I was beginning to get him really hard, he pulled me up and
asked me, "Do you trust me?"
"For the third time in 24 hours you have asked me the same question and
the answer is still Yes!"
"Thank you very much. May I get into the Jacuzzi now? I had a rough
afternoon and evening. A lot of people wanted holes made. I even repaired a
P.A.!"
"A what?"
"A P.A. Some day I'll give you one. But done right and not botched
like I saw today!"
"Oh. Whatever!"
I poured some bath powders in the Jacuzzi water and he lowered his muscles into
the tepid water. I scrubbed him lightly with the same loofa he had used on me
the evening before. I enjoyed massaging and washing his Lamborghini. His
engine started to purr along. "Why don't you get in too? This is a tub for
two. The tighter the better!"
We acted like two young kids playing in the tub. Except that we were
playing with bigger toys. Out of his gym bag he pulled three baggies of
differing sizes. In each he had a black dildo marinated in some type of
disinfectant. As he pulled each one out he described its specific use, a
beginner, and an intermediate and a large. "And then comes mine."
After an hour of wrinkling, play and rest, we got out refreshed and
dried each other off with bathsheet towels. He then ordered me to assume the
same position in the shower stall and again we resumed the water and soap
cleansing of the night before. "I like things cleaned right." His swift and
professional hand movements made me feel that I was being handled by a doctor
and I was. Tonight instead of filling me once he opted for a second cleaning
too. I could tell the delight he got from making me feel some pain.
After drying, He ordered me to lay ass up on the big bed. "I'm planning
to study proctology," he informed me as he lay down on top of me with all his
weight. I could feel his powerful warmth envelope me and flatten me against
the mattress. In a couple of moments his piston began to rise and warm my
crack. It was larger than anything I had ever imagined accepting. The idea
thrilled me while the thought of the excruciating pain yet to be faced
horrified me.
After a few minutes he got up and moved my hands and legs so that they
were heading toward the corners of the bed. "You are tied up and cannot move
unless I tell you to..." He put a large pillow under my front so that my ass
was up higher in the air. In a matter of seconds he had on an examination
glove and lubricant. He straddled my upper back with his butt and faced my
ass. I could feel his hot monster and balls in the middle of my back. He
moved my cock out of its normal upward position under me and moved it down
where he could watch it between my legs. He applied a dry condom to my cock in
its downward position. He relaxed me with an expert cheek massage and constant
sexual banter with vibrant detail of what he would do next. In a matter of a
couple of seconds he had two fingers inside me. Every time I tightened up he
massaged. All of a sudden he hit the prostrate and massaged vigorously.
I lost all control and I felt my dick explode and empty cum into the condom. A
few seconds later he removed his fingers from the prostrate massage and
replaced it with the first dildo. Like a professional he made it move in and
out and within a few minutes had milked me a second painful time -- and all
without ever touching my cock.
As he made me relax and continued the dildo fucking, without losing a
stroke he moved me up to the head of the intermediate size. I felt that I had
been invaded and stretched tremendously. "No, you will learn to take much,
much more and very quickly! This is your doctor speaking!" An he was right.
Within about 5 minutes he had all the intermediate dildo in me. He left it in
me and then rolled me over and started to suck my nipples and make me come
a third time. I was so sleepy and needed to rest, but before he would allow me
to do that he removed the condom from me and poured the salty seamen into my
mouth. "Important to recycle! Don't forget the last drop of your precious
fluid."
"Does the dildo come out?"
"No, You have to learn to sleep with it in there! Now sleep!" He
rolled me away from him and then pressed his chest against my back and wrapped
his arms around me and rocked me to sleep.
I was still filled up with the black substitute, but I knew that the time for
the real one would come...
Part 3
At five o'clock I found myself being awakened by hot lips exploring and
nibbling on my nipples. I still had the intermediate dildo filling me. "I'm
trying to decide what type of piercing would look best on you. Maybe a
piercing with a tribal shield? I'll have to decide."
" Do I have any say since they are my nipples?"
"Don't you trust me to make the best decision for you?"
(Pause) "Yes, I do, sir."
Kevin rolled me over on my stomach and placed a pillow under me. As I
started to help him help me get into the previous night's position he said, "I
will move you and do everything for you.
You just be still!"
He again placed a dry condom on my downward pointing cock. He next
slowly began the insertion and removal of the intermediate dildo that had been
in so long that it almost felt at home. "Tonight you will have the real
thing!"
For the next hour he plunged the dildo in and out repeatedly until it
felt completely normal. Whenever he would feel me relax too much he would
insert two or three fingers and massage my prostate and just bring me to the
verge of cumming without ever letting me deliver a load.
I needed to piss after having been in bed for several hours "You
wait. I will tell you when you can do things."
Kevin finally withdrew the intermediate dildo from me after it had been in me
for at least six hours. Within a moment he started to insert the penultimate
object. I just started to scream out and his immediate reaction was for him to
push harder and faster, in and out, in and out, in and out. I felt that I was
being raped by the phallic object but I would never be able to let him know.
In the back of my mind I thought of how Kevin himself was even larger and more
aggressive. As if he had been reading my thoughts, he whispered in my ear "You
know that my big black dick will be raping you tonight and you WILL love it and
beg for more!"
With that made very clear, he rolled me over and crouched over my face
and told me to suck his golf balls. His strong masculine aroma and delicious
taste and silken texture really turned me on. The dildo in me was
uncomfortable but made me want and need to cum. He massaged my cock
while I breakfasted on his balls. As soon as I came in the condom, I felt him
start to masturbate. His balls changed formations and moved in a way I had
never experienced before and I knew that soon he would come all over my stomach
in a violent volcanic eruption. Moments after his violent ejaculation, Kevin
immediately slurped me of all of his own cum and devoured every drop.
Within a few seconds he moved and I felt my cum loaded condom being
brought to my lips for recycling.
"Now you may get up and piss if you can still walk with that dildo up
your ass." I managed to make it to the bathroom and relieve myself. Kevin
walked in and looked at me as he started a down deep laugh. "I wish you could
see how funny you were standing there trying to piss with that dildo in you!"
"Let's take a shower. I have to go to work and pierce some more ears
and nipples"
We got into the shower stall and soaped each other up. We rubbed our
soaped fronts against each other and played hitting each other with our
swinging slippery dicks. We both got hard again. He turned me around and
soaped my back. Without warning he bent me over and quickly withdrew the dildo
from my enlarged asshole. Instant Relief! Not to be! He then quickly rammed
of his own cock head into the whole. The pain was utter and unexpected. He
pulled himself into me along his slippery cock by locking his arms around
waiste and pulling. He stopped at just the moment where he reached the
farthest entry point that the largest dildo had gained. When I was about to
scream "NO MORE" he announced proudly, "I'm going to stop now at half way in --
and not completely hard. You did very well!"
He turned me around and we kissed again for a long time while standing
under the shower head
He then brought my hands up to feel his nipples with their silver
barbells. I felt them and saw how erect they stood, and how great they felt
to me. He then moved his hands to my nipples, caressed them strongly and said,
"I'll pierce you tonight . . . on both ends!"
Part 4
Throughout the day Saturday I kept thinking of what lay ahead for me
that coming night. I went about my Saturday chores around the house and all
the time I kept thinking of how I was coming under the control of my new Black
Master. There was a certain thrill of being controlled so kindly and yet
powerfully, yet there was also a certain trepidation. I was beginning to love
him for his kindness and reassuring gentleness, but also realized a definite
fear of him when his hormones kicked in and he went for his own pleasure and my
pain.
Kevin had changed so much in the past six years since the time I had
first known him as my 20-year-old college student. His added muscular volume
and power now just seemingly assumed power and control when he entered a room
or situation. The more I knew him the more I realized that no one would dare
say no to whatever Kevin really wanted, if Kevin wanted it badly enough.
Kevin seemed to care very much about me, but at the same time I had no
way of knowing what six years of fantasies had done to his enlarged body and
activated mind. Only this morning I had felt his power and had realized that
if his senses had been lost completely to his hormonal control that he could
have done real damage to me. What would await me tonight? Was it a promise
or threat that he would pierce me . . . on both ends? Would it be pleasure,
or pleasure and pain, or just sheer pain? I just kept pushing the idea to the
back of my mind.
At 8:30 the doorbell rang, and without waiting for me to open the door
for him, he entered. I saw him slightly dip his head to come in under the top
of the door jam. Tonight he was wearing the same tight jeans but now with a
black tee shirt that made it look like he was wearing no top at all. Again he
brought his always present gym bag. He always came prepared.
He smiled and motioned me to him. He bent over and our mouths became
one. He invaded me over and over again with his large silken, yet slightly
bumpy tongue. Even in kissing I was learning to follow his lead and let him
control the situation. He was the best kisser I had ever known and we must
have continued for 15 minutes or more. As we rubbed our bodies together, I
could sense his pent up sexuality. I knew how absolutely horny I was and could
just imagine and sense how he was.
A moment later and I was being pushed down to accept his monster down my
throat. I really loved doing this for him but found it very difficult to get
more than half of his monster devoured without choking and having my oxygen cut
off. I could taste his salty precum and could tell from the size and texture
of his balls that I was massaging that he was amassing an enormous discharge
for later. "Enough for now." he said and pulled me up.
He pulled his pants up and stuffed everything inside and walked out to
his car. A moment later he reappeared with two cases of beer and a small
present wrapped in purple paper. "These are for you." I thought he was
referring to the beer but he handed me the package. I thanked him before I
opened the package. Inside I found two circular nipple rings in a large gauge
size along with sterilized needles in what looked to be a larger size. I
thanked him again and kissed him.
"Why so much beer?" I asked. "You know I get drunk on three!" "I know. Six
are for you and the rest are for me. I want to clean my system out."
After a light dinner and three beers I was feeling great. He had consumed at
least six and was feeling great too. After each beer he also drank a large
glass of cold water.
While I put the dishes in the sink, he took the cold beer into the bedroom.
"To the shower." he ordered.
I walked into the bathroom and I saw that he had a candle lit. He directed me
to undress him and then he undressed me. I instantly got a hard-on and he was
already blood gorged.
"May I piss?" ( I had learned to ask.)
"Not yet!"
We got into the shower stall and I noticed that he had all of his water toys
there. "I want my White Boy nice and clean." It was the first time he had
used the racial term.
"I'm mostly Hispanic!"
"You are a White Boy when I'm NEXT to you or IN you! Understand?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Assume the cleaning position!"
I got down on all fours as I had been ordered. I was a little cold and waited
for him to turn on the shower. A hot stream of water started to rinse my back.
In a second I realized it wasn't water but rather yellowish beer piss. With my
face down he was showering my back and head with his dinner beers. "All of us
black dog studs like to mark our property." he said threateningly in an
uncharacteristic Black Homeboy accent as he continued pissing on me. I had
been marked.
In a moment the warm city water began to flow over me as he took the portable
shower head off the wall and soaped and cleaned me well. Kevin next pushed
the tube up my ass and began to fill me with the water and soap he had used
before when I had been on the floor. Being filled up like a balloon coupled
with the need to piss overcame my ability to wait and I started to piss on the
shower floor under me. Kevin smelled what was happening and slapped me
on my wet butt so hard that I almost expelled all he was filling me with. He
said nothing. He didn't have to. I knew what I had done and why he had hit
me. He filled me further than he had before and then made me wait in the
position until he gave me permission to move to the toilet. Relief.
I went back to the shower and was cleaned off again thoroughly. He told me to
turn around and with a dab of lubricant he worked the intermediate dildo up my
accustomed and waiting ass hole. He left it in me. We dried off and went to
the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed and chugged three beers as fast as
possible. He told me to lie down on my back and he lay down right on top of me
and made love to my mouth with his penetrating mouth. The heat from his
massive body 's friction excited me and made my cock strain to cum. He placed
his monster beside mine and they moved beside each other in harmony. I
realized how my own cock, a very repectable seven inches felt minuscule beside
his black Lamborghini. His was the stuff of legends. A few minutes later he
rolled off of me and put another condom on me. While he told me to roll over
onto my stomach he chugged another couple of beers and then checked the
intermediate dildo. He pulled it out and then used his fingers to lubricate
and massage me even more. Kevin by now was well practiced in stroking my
prostate. He enjoyed watching me come to the brink and then let me slip back
only to repeat again and again. "OH Please let me cum!" I begged. Instead of
allowing me to gain relief he shoved the largest dildo into me. It was
wonderful and didn't hurt in the same way like it had earlier in the day.
This time he lay on my back and washed my ears with his beery tongue.
As he would take each ear into his hot mouth he would repeat under hard
breathing "Get...Ready...for... the ....Best...Fucking ...of...your...Life.....
YOU ... are... mine... White... Boy...Prepare.. to...be...Raped!! Prepare for
a Black invasion." For more than half an hour he dry humped my back and kept
repeating the sentences over and over. Every four or five minutes he would
stop for a few seconds and inhale another beer. By now he had had nearly a
dozen and they were having a complete effect. His hormones and the alcohol had
taken over completely. I was so horny that he could have done anything and I
would not have objected
And then with unbelievable speed he made his move. He pulled out the
dildo with a pop, added additional lubricant to his Lamborghini and proceeded
to occupy his parking place. He pushed and pushed and the more I screamed the
more excited he became. He pushed in and out over and over. All the pain (and
pleasure) I had felt in the previous episodes now seemed as though it had been
nothing in comparison. I felt that I was being bloodily rearranged on the
inside. I could feel what I thought was serious damage being done. And then
the realization came that Kevin still was not all the way in. I moved in and
out of consciousness while his hormones kept his thrusts at a maximum. "I'm
fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you." he repeated over and over in
a deviant's altered voice. I prayed for him to cum quickly and bring an end to
my impaling. How could I realize that six years of fantasies were a driving
force that could not be denied their due. I knew I was hallucinating when I
heard myself crying out through my tears: "Fuck me harder!!"
And he did!
He was now mauling my back side as he tried to alternatively both pull
and push himself even more into me. The rhythm moved faster and faster and all
I could do was hope for unconsciousness to come over me and blind me to the
pain. On and on, and faster and faster it went. He was like a piston on a run
away steam engine going down hill.
And then Kevin exploded. Six years of pent up cum came throbbing and
spewing into me. He screamed and writhed as if to announce to the entire world.
The near rape was now complete. His black virile seed was now invading me,
wildly searching for its intended target that it would never find within me...
He came and came and came. Finally involuntary jerking overtook his entire
massive and sweaty body causing him to collapse in a dying heap on my sweat
drenched back. I felt like I was being crushed under a wet steam roller. I
could not move; I was still impaled and I was hot and gasping for breath . . .
and I had cum again.
Even though he was still in me he had not decreased measurably in
breadth or length. Kevin had evidently either passed out or was asleep. My
entrails still had their invader among them, and they were now becoming used to
this monster. Kevin had been right: His Lamborghini would find a permanent
place to call home. I was to be his home.
Almost an hour passed while I drifted into and out of sleep before Kevin
awakened. He was still on top of me and in me, still more than 80% of his
previous size.
He whispered in my ear: "I love you, Alex. Now you are mine." It was the
first time he had used my name. I, Alex, was now part of someone else and he
was part of me. Just as that idea was running through my head he whispered in
my ear again: "Here I come again!" But it was different -- and the first of
twelve used beers began to flood into me!
Part 5
Even though Kevin did allow me to get up and use the bathroom to relieve his
used beers, as soon as I returned to the bed he was erect and ready to go at me
again. This time he ordered me to lie on my back with my feet up. We both
enjoyed this position because we could look at each other and he could play
with my erect nipples and I with his. He told me how he especially enjoyed the
view of Black being inserted into White. "Tonight this end and tomorrow
morning your nipples"
I was sure that by now I had been stretched so much that he would have to stay
in me all the time or everything would just fall out of me. That was his idea
precisely. After he finished exploding in me a second time which was only
slightly less painful, he instructed me on how we would sleep: on our sides
with him behind me inserted in me for the entire night. Every couple of hours
he would grow again within me and then we would just roll onto my stomach and
he would cum again. Even though he drank no more beer, he would release small
amounts of piss in me after each ejaculation "just to mark my territory."
By early Sunday morning I was very uncomfortable and convinced Kevin to
let me use the bathroom. I saw what I feared. Kevin had injured me and I had
bled over the night, not a big amount, but just enough to worry me. It would
take me a long time to recover and be able to sit normally. Thank goodness I
was still on Winter Break.
It was a cold morning and he wanted to sleep a couple of hours more under the
blanket but only after he had fucked me again. For the past several hours
his hormones had been completely in control. He seemed pleased with our
progress. He said that within a few more hours he would have me taking him to
the hilt and that no one had ever been able to do that! ("No one else had
ever been impaled to death like I was!") He whispered to me that "Paul would
have to see this to believe it!"
Two hours of badly needed sleep and we got up and moved to the bathroom. A
wonderfully relaxing shower left me realizing how badly I had been violated.
While physically I had been raped, emotionally I wanted it to never stop. He
was as happy as a child with his exploits and would have gladly given a display
in public of our most intimate gyrations. He strutted like a rooster before a
cock fight.
We moved back to the bed and he brought out his gym bag. He asked me to bring
him the gift he had given me last night. He brought out all of his medical
supplies and I realized that he was serious in that he was going to pierce me
not once, but twice. As I tried to get comfortable on the bed, he brought out
two small forceps that he would use.
With a special pen he marked my right and left nipple for both the entrance and
exit points for the needle. He had decided that the piercing would not be as
shallow as he normally did it. He kept telling me that it would not hurt --
that much. He told me not to hide my face behind the pillow - that he wanted
to watch the reaction on my face.
As the forceps were applied, I was surprised by how little they hurt. My
biggest fear was dealing with the clamps but they were relatively painless.
Then the needle was inserted into my right nipple and it was all I could do to
hold still.
As the needle went through, I felt every nerve in my breast light up. There
was some bleeding but it didn't last for long. The look on Kevin's face showed
the tremendous pleasure that he had received from piercing me. About two
minutes later he pushed the jewelry in and again I had trouble keeping still
because of the pain and pleasure. He dabbed me with medicine.
I did have to wait for about 30 minutes to work up my resolve to have the other
one done . . . But I don't really think that it was any longer my decision, but
his. I knew that if I didn't have both of them done, I would regret it. As
much as it hurt, I liked how the piercing adorned my body and wanted the other
one to be as symmetric as possible. "With this piercing I complete my
possession of you" he said.
Again, when the clamp was applied, it was painless but the second piercing hurt
three times more than the first. I screamed, but Kevin continued like a
professional enjoying his work. I nearly went through the roof while the
piercing was being done and for a few minutes afterwards. Once he had the
needle through and I had recovered a little he said it was because my
endorphines had dropped from the first piercing. He placed the jewelry with
great care and was noticeably proud of his handiwork. "Good and deep! When
they heal I'll be able to lead you around with them. I promise they'll never
tear out!"
I looked over and noticed that all the nipple work had made him horny again and
I soon found out that even as my frontal pain began to subside, that my asshole
was soon to become the focus of his attention. We stood in front of the full
length mirror on the closet door and he played with my abused anus. Again he
placed a condom on my cock for "cum recycling." I knew that asking him to be
gentle would only make him more determined to jam 100% of his Lamborghini in me
and drive it around too! He kept repeating how beautiful it was to him to see
his Black Ebony burrying itself into my White Ivory. Time and again he would
pull entirely out only to reenter at a more vicious velocity and ferocity. On
his final and most painful plunge he emitted a tribal scream that resonated
thousands of generations back into the history of mankind. As he grabbed me
around my waist and pulled himself even further into me he released what
seemed like gallons of manseed to my innermost target. He held on for what
seemed like an hour and trembled like a leaf making sure that every last drop
had been deposited correctly. I had cum too more than any time before. We
both knew that our union was complete and that my body now belonged to him to
be used and abused as much as he might ever desire.
As we fell back onto the bed still joined by his sex tool, it would not be long
until I would discover what that use and abuse would mean.
Part 6 This section not yet ready!
By the end of our first week together, Kevin and I were hornier than ever from
over stimulation. My Winter break was ending and he also would have to return
to pre-med classes at the university over 3 hours away. We had remained
connected all night of every night and he claimed that he had raped me at least
every two hours, but as I had always heard it, it was impossible to rape the
willing and able volunteer.
My nipples were starting to heal but I was still not able to rest on my chest
on the bed. Kevin said that within 2 months that the deep piercings would be
ready to play with. I wasn't sure.
Kevin had already started to mention to me that he wouldn't be able to be here
during the week but only on occasional weekends when he could get away from the
university and his job at the university hospital. Sometimes there would be
three or four weeks at a time when he wouldn't be able to get back.
And then on Saturday morning it happened. "I have decided that Paul will take
over for me!"
"What do you mean, Sir?"
"I've decided that I'm going to have Paul replace me when I can't be here!
"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Paul? Why?"
"Are you questioning me or my motives? I know what is best for you. I'll
bring him over with me tonight."
I was afraid of having Kevin's young cousin come over because he had just
graduated from my school and I preferred more mature men. He was also too
close in age and friendship to many of the other students at school. It was
bad enough that I saw him every once in a while at the gym. He had also been
very forward in his comments. I was worried.
Again I asked Kevin: "Why Paul?"
"Who do you think I have been screwing for the last six years -- ever since he
was thirteen? My fantasies of you are his too. I have no secrets from him.
And besides, he can keep your ass really busy while I'm gone!" It was becoming
clear: My Master was passing me off to a temporary master. I was not yet
mentally convinced or physically prepared for such a change. All during the
day I tried to figure out a way to change Kevin's mind, and little did I
realize that actions were already being carried out for me to become family
property rather than just personal property of my lover.
That evening when both Kevin and Paul arrived I was rather nervous, but Kevin
took control of the situation very quickly, having me give his monster the
customary oral praise on bended knee. Within moments I was engrossed in my
sole objective and did not notice that Paul had also undressed. While I was
giving lip service to Kevin, Paul came up behind me and began to massage my
back. (Keep it up!)
"Alex, just forget that Paul is even here! instructed Kevin. And I did. Kevin
and I went to it as usual and within a few minutes we were screwing as if we
were the only two people in the world. He possessed me with his normal wild
abandon and I was beginning to forget that we were being watched. The only
thing different was that Kevin had not placed a condom on me to save my cum.
While I was on my back with my legs up he motioned to Paul to come over. He
did and immediately started sucking me off while Kevin screwed me with his
pole. Kevin and I came at the same instant and Paul finished draining me. I
was, as we say in Spanish, "agotado" completely drained. Just as Kevin began
to pull his monster out he said: "It's your turn Paul". Without the loss of
even a single jab, Kevin withdrew and Paul lanced in. I started to object at
the idea of the new invader, but I wasn't given a chance as Kevin immediately
dropped and began kissing me with his raping tongue while his cousin very
adequately replaced him on my other end. Even though Paul's cock was a bit
shorter and not as big in diameter, he filled me in a most convincing way. As
he worked himself into a thrusting rhythm, almost entirely pulling out between
insertions, he would scream with joy and loudly announce his next attack. Even
though Kevin kept my mouth fully occupied, I was being screwed so ardently that
it was difficult to stand the pain from the constant deep penetration and long
term leg position. I was sure that my abused asshole would never quite be the
same. Finally Paul came in a series of quakes and screams that left the room
reverberating, and me thinking and hoping that it was over. No sooner did he
finish cumming than he let loose with a stream of piss that burned and filled
me completely. Kevin Kissed and licked my ear and whispered, "What a great
white ass! Now go and clean up!" A most welcome shower brought me back to
life and allowed me to undouble for the first time in more than an hour. As I
returned to the bed, I found Paul spread eagle on the bed with Kevin telling me
to mount him. This was a new experience since Kevin would never allow me to
screw him, The Master. As I plunged into the waiting ass I felt the unexpected
tight warmth of a much experienced "boca negra". This black ass mouth clamped
down on my cock and held on as I began my pleasure decent. Once fully buried
in the hot canal I felt Kevin position at my unprotected rear entrance. Within
seconds I was the creme stuffing in the love Oreo being created on the bed.
Because of Kevin's weight and plunging into me I was limited in my movements
into Paul, but Paul's tight clamping of me would not have allowed much movement
anyway. Kevin's long arms reached down and grabbed into Paul's chest and
compressed the three of us into one while pushing me further into Paul and
Kevin deeper into me. Never before had I had this feeling of being so joined
with two others. Kevin's cumming into me became a wave that I simply
redeposited into Paul. Our complete exhaustion blended into sleep.
Over the new year celebration, Kevin, Paul and I made fireworks and rockets
blast round the clock. Kevin was always directing us into some new and daring
activity. Kevin's sexual stamina kept me exhausted. He really got into play
acting and directing to such a point that Paul and I had to follow his every
minute direction to the T. Our every movement was choreographed to bring him
pleasure and stimulation. He enjoyed working with his 19 year old cousin who
seemingly was horny and primed with a moments notice. Just as soon as I was
sure that I could not take any more abuse, one or the other or both would be in
me or on me. For 48 hours we did nothing but have sex, sleep and eat from time
to time. We would move from the bed to the shower to the Jacuzzi to the
gravity-boot machine to the caged heated pool. I discovered that Kevin had
absolute control over Paul and much over me. By the end of the vacation I knew
that returning to school would allow me a little rest from too much vacation.
Kevin returned to med school and I expected to be able to rest totally. On
Monday night I didn't even get out of bed, and on Tuesday evening I had gone to
bed when the doorbell rang, It was Paul. Within seconds of closing the door he
was out of his clothes telling me how he had only 45 minute and two loads for
my ass. "Kevin said for you to put out." In less than half an hour of great
fucking he had come twice and then turned over wanting me to screw him.
"Hurry, hurry, I have to get home!"
July 1: It has now been six months since Kevin left for interning after
medical school. Paul arrives nightly at 10:00 directly from the gym and
repeats the previous night's activity with clockwork and unfailing abandon and
faithfulness.. Kevin had told Paul what to do and Paul did it. I now realize
that Kevin knew what he was doing: he kept me physically and sexually satisfied
and exhausted while being emotionally bored awaiting Kevin's glorious return
for a sexually charged weekend every couple of months.
Part 7.
Toward the end of August Paul decided to go to the local community college and
at about the same time his mother moved to Atlanta for a better job. It was
decided that he would move in with me since we got along so well and I had
plenty of room. The best part of his moving in is that we are able to relax
and enjoy the sex at more reasonable times of the day. The more relaxed
atmosphere has led to us discovering that we are most arroused early in the
morning, The hours between 4:30 and 6:00 AM are when the randiest of orgasims
can be expected. Whenever Kevin is able to return from his busy interning
schedule for a wild weekend of total abandon, Paul always seems to disappear.
Almost never is there any repeat of the threesomes that punctuated the
beginnings of the relationship. Whenever Kevin returns he is assured that I
will have been properly primed by Paul and ready for Kevin's hours of conquest
that he and I so relish. I also know that I will be able to worship him as I
should and be able to accept all of his most wildly imaginative advances and
insertions. Although the two are first cousins and similar in many physical
ways there is never any doubt as to which one I belong to in both body and
soul. Although I am lent on a daily basis to Paul, I know that it is to Kevin
that I belong, and that as soon as Kevin returns permanently this next year
that he will become my total possessor and that my Black Lamborghini will
assume his rightful position over me and within me.
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