The door was opened from the other side before we reached it, and Karim stood there. As my mount passed through the door, Karim stood aside. I saw him nod his head in approval, and I was surprised to find I felt pleased. "Well Thomas, that didn't take long did it?" The black man raised his head form where he was sucking my neck. "He just sat down on it when I told him to. He has been purring like a kitten ever since. I was startled to discover I was making a low humming noise as I sat there on his dick. His large hands cupped my buttocks, one on each side, as he carried my weight in front of him. I felt vaguely light headed; I thought it must have been from the drink that Karim had given me earlier. "And how is the pussy?" Karim them asked. "Oh, it is fucking warm. Velvetty!" Thomas' voice was very low with a gutteral quality. "It seemed as though it was going to be tight at first, but then it just opened up and let me all the way in. I think he has a proper faggot pussy." I suddenly felt breath on my buttocks. Karim had knealt down and I could feel the heat from his face near to my hole. Then, very gently, he began to flick his tongue in and out, catching the place where Thomas' monster dick disappeared into my ass. His hands massaged my buttocks, pulling them apart slowly. "Hmmm," Karim said. "I think you might be right." One of his fingers was pushing inside me along with Thomas' cock. I fely my ass-lips relax slightly to let the finger in. "I will have to ask my brother to check out if he has a faggot nature as well. It's one think to find a pliable pussy like this one, but it mostly about what goes on in his head. Hold on, I want to try something." Thomas has jammed his tongue down my throat. I was totally gatting off on what they were saying about me. It was especially hot to hear them talk as though I was not there. I felt something hard and cold pressed againt my cheeks, and I opened my eyes to see Karim was hold up a bottle of poppers. He whispered into my ear, "Have you tried poppers before, boy?" All I could do was nod my head. Karim continued, "I was you to take as much in as you can..." He pinched one of my nostrils and I sniffed in for as long as I could. He then swapped nostrils and I did the same. As I am sure you could tell from the previous encounter with my roommate's boyfriend, poppers make me go crazy. I felt the rush hit the back of my head, and then all I could think about was the hot bar of steel up my ass. My body went completely limp, and if Thomas had not been holding me up I would have fallen. "OH MY GOD!" Thomas roared. "What? What is it?" Karim sounded like and excited scientist doing some kind of experiment. "I thought I was all the way in, but I wasn't. He just opened up his pussy even more!" His words were muffled. The combination of Karim's drug and the intense popper hit had my head swimming. I began to contract the muscles inside me, moving my ass up and down the length of Thomas' pole. I squeezed it hard, massaging it as I flexed. I could hear his moans of assent, and felt him rise up inside me. There was a tinge of surprise to his noises, however. Perhaps he was used to doing the fucking, of being in control. I was definitely fucking myself on his cock. I felt his tongue part my lips again, and he groaned into the kiss as his hot sperm flooded into me. I was losing control, rapidly descending into unconsciousnes, but I felt that Thomas would not let me fall. The last thing I remember was the feeling of his big black cock plopping out of my pussy, leaving me empty.
I awoke to find myself in the bed that Thomas had been in when I entered the room. My head felt clear again, and I ran one hand over the surface of my buttocks, pausing around my hole. I felt inside with my finger. It felt moist and well used. I tarried there a while, causing me to feel horny again. Then I decided to get up and see what was what. My clothes were no where in sight. I walked over to the doors and slid them open. Akim was there in the next room, and he smiled at me warmly. I smiled back. "You're up!" he said, patting his lap. I walked over and sat on his large thigh. His hand rested flat against my stomach and I leaned over to kiss him. "Not so fast," he said, pulling away. I must have looked crestfallen, and he laughed. "Don't worry, my boy. I have not lost interest in you. We just need to have a conversation." "What about?" I asked. "Well, my brother thinks you are special. He wanted me to ask you a few questions. but firstly, let me just say that he was very impressed with you. You and your pussy..." He said this while snaking his other hand down the midddle of my back. his probing middle finger found my warm moist hole, and he groaned as he began to finger fuck me. "Jesus..." he exclaimed, smiling at me. "My brother thinks that you have a faggot-pussy. Do you know what that is?" I shook my head. "Some men... not many... have an ass that behaves like a woman's pussy. One that opens right up when a man's cock is trying to push in. My brother searches for faggot-pussy like yours." A second finger had joined the first in my ass-hole. I squirmed on them, and my legs parted as I did so. "The thing is that it's not just the pussy that is important. It is what is going on in here... and here." He touched my forehead and then my heart. "Tell me... how many men have your taken inside you in the past week?" I quickly ran through them all in my head. There was Jason from the office where I worked. He was a muscle mary who had caught me looking at him in the toilets a few months before. Since then, whenever he needed release, I would meet him in the stalls. On Monday he had fucked me roughly as I was bent over toilet seat, leaving his load deep within my guts. On Wednesday evening I had blown three men in the toilets of my local pub. All three of their loads had ended up safely in my stomach. Thursday I had trawled the internet looking for guys to fuck me. A guy had come over to the flat; he was much older than me, about 60. He had wanted to fondle me, kiss me, and he called me 'sonny'. He had fucked me for over and hour, whispering into my ear, before pulling out and cumming all over my face. And then I had met Akim. Of course Jez had fucked me (hard) that morning as well. "Seven, if you count oral," I said. Akim smiled in approval. "I most certainly do count oral. And out of those seven, how many of those encounters ended with your own orgasm?" Another finger had slipped into my chute. He was working them in and out slowly, and every now and then he touched a spot inside me that caused me to gasp. I did not quite see where he was going with this, but the answer was quite surprising. "Only one!" I had not even cum when Akim had fucked me. The only time had been with Jez. I am not sure what that said about me, so I did not dwell on it for too long. "It is as we thought," Akim explained. "A true faggot will open up his mouth-pussy and his ass-pussy for a man, regardless of who they are or what they look like. A true faggot does not really care about his own cock; he has only two sexual organs, his mouth and his ass. The only way a faggot should cum is like this!" His fingers had honed in on the place that was causing me to gasp. They began to move faster, in and out, twisting slightly. And one of them seemed to be massaging my insides! A wave of pleasure washed upwards from that place, and I called out "Oooooooh!". Akim continused his finger fuck until I was breathing very heavily. His hand was akmost vibrating inside me now, and then it happened. I recognised it as an orgasm, but it was different from anything I had experienced before. Firstly, it had nothing to do with my cock. My cock had remained limp this entire time. However, it was as if a tap had been turned on inside me. A stream of cum ran from its end for about ten seconds. As I was marvelling at this, the orgasm began, building on the waves of pleasure that had already begun. By the end I was screaming out, my ass muscles clamping down on Akim's fingers, my back arching backwards. After it was over, I looked Akim in the face. "What was that?" I asked. "Your first faggot orgasm." he replied. "Wow." It was all I could say. Perhaps there was something to what he was saying. "I'm going to send you home now," Akim said. I must have looked upset as he added, "Don't worry... you are my special boy. I want you to think about what I have said and what you have done here. I would like you to give me your email address so I can get in touch with you." I nodded eagerly. "Good boy. You can have a shower before you leave, and then our driver, Omar, will take you home in the town car." I kissed him on the lips, and thanked him for finding me.