Craig's holiday plans had been a bit shaky right from the start and, when they all fell through at the last minute, he was not surprised. He hadn't really wanted to spend two weeks with his workmates anyway, what with them being straight. He had only agreed to go with them as it was easier than arranging his own holiday. However he would now have to decide where he was going, and Craig wasn't very good at making decisions. So he hummed and hawed but never got round to committing himself to anything. Eventually he was directed to one of those 'last minute' webpages where he found a great bargain for two weeks on 'A Caribbean Paradise', full bed and board, and for only a little more than it would have cost him to go with his mates. So, at only twenty-two years old, this was his first holiday alone, and although this made him a bit nervous, he felt he had enough self-confidence to give it a try. The flight out from Luton was OK, the food wasn't great but everyone was going on holiday and in a happy mood. Craig, true to form, just went along with the crowd. It was dark when he arrived and, with six hours of jet lag, he just found his room and crashed out.
The next morning he woke very early, got up then wandered around until the hotel came to life and he could get his breakfast. Then there was an orientation meeting for the new arrivals. Various people explained all the facilities, which were available to the guests and lectured on the dos and don'ts of local life. There was an aqua centre run by the hotel, but it was not on the hotel grounds. However a regular shuttle bus ran between the two. He had a look round the hotel, including a wander round the pool area, where there was quite a lot of male flesh to be seen, but it all appeared to play for the other team. So he changed into his swimming gear, covered himself in sun block and caught the bus to the aqua centre.
This was set in a sandy bay and indeed appeared to have everything the brochure had promised. He could choose between a pedalo, a sailing dinghy, SCUBA diving lessons, snorkelling and water skiing. He had never tried any of them, so he only dared venture out on a pedalo. Sitting alone on it he went up and down the beach about twenty yards off shore and took in the talent amongst his fellow holidaymakers. Again there were lots of attractive young men, but most of them seemed to be with girls. He had never been with a Negro so at first he ignored the locals. However after checking out all the white guys, he gave the local men a cautious once over. Some were very handsome, others less so, but none appeared to show any interest in other males. Then he made a slight slip and almost got caught. He had been paying just too much attention to a young black man about his own age who had a most eye-catching physique and oozed sex. There was something slightly cruel about his face, but Craig found it just made him look even sexier. The young man in question was busily chatting to a girl, but Craig's eye was still drawn to him, when he realised someone was watching him.
His observer was in his mid thirties, solidly built, definitely a local, and had a wickedly knowing grin on his face. Craig was sure that he had been rumbled and, although he tried to convince himself it was just a coincidence, he had little success. He brought his craft around and pedalled furiously for the opposite end of the beach. When he thought it was safe, he came in and handed in his vessel. By now it was nearly lunchtime and he decided to eat at the centre. Twice he spotted the guy who had caught him and who was still giving him the same sort of grin. Each time Craig looked away and ignored him. He thought of taking the SCUBA diving lessons, but when he applied he found they were fully booked for the next couple of days. He tried water skiing, but after falling off three times in a row, he gave up. Then he went and asked for a sailing dingy. This was mainly because the sexy young hunk was in charge of the sailboats.
Unfortunately he ran straight into a problem. He had never been on a sailboat in his life, and he would have to take a lesson first. Assuming the gorgeous hunk would be his tutor Craig readily agreed. The boat was dragged down to the water, Craig was given a life jacket to wear, but his instructor it appeared was not to be the muscular young man, but the slightly older and heavier set one who was just a bit too observant for his liking. This turn of events slightly wrong footed Craig. However the man came across as quite amiable and they set off with him explaining how the boat was controlled by the sail, rudder and the occupant's weight. He was one of those people who never seemed to be in a rush. Everything he did was done with the confident, unhurried and deliberate air of an expert. As a result Craig began to warm to the man.
They were sitting side by side and soon Craig found their legs were touching. Since his companion's only garment was a pair of red swimming shorts, it was a fairly intimate contact. Craig found the size of the boat limited his movements and avoiding touching the man was all but impossible. By now they were well out from the shore and no other boats were near them. Quite casually the man said, "So, you like men."
It had not been framed as a question; it was a statement of fact. Craig blushed furiously as he tried to make a blustering denial. The guy just grinned, grabbed Craig's hand and forced it down onto the crotch of his red swimming shorts. Craig gulped and shivered as his hand slid over a disturbingly large piece of manmeat. But when the guy released his grip, Craig's hand stayed where it was and things beneath it began to grow. By now the guy was looking Craig right in the eye as he asked, "Wanna have a look?"
To his astonishment Craig found he was nodding and the man changed the boat's course. A few minutes later they rounded the headland and were in the next bay. This one was covered in a coarse gravel rather than sand, and was deserted. The guy let go of the sail and the boat drifted to a stop. He pulled down his swimming shorts and showed Craig what he had in store for him. The younger man was confronted with a magnificent set of tackle. Craig had seen bigger ones but only in photographs, which he suspected had been retouched. However it was its girth which made Craig catch his breath. The man pointed to the space between his legs and, after a quick look round to make sure they were not being observed, Craig knelt between his legs and faced the monster. A hand came in contact with the back of his head and pulled him forwards, barely giving him time to open his mouth before the head of it touched his lips. Still not wasting time the man pulled Craig's head forward again and this action drove the head of it into his mouth. Part of Craig's mind didn't really believe this was happening to him. It was as if the man was giving him orders and he was blindly obeying them.
Craig had to open his mouth fully to accommodate the hard cock. With his head still being held, he watched the man's other hand grasp the shaft and pull back the foreskin allowing the naked glans of the weapon to touch the inside of his mouth. The man's urgency was conveyed to Craig via the hand on the back of his head, as it set a very fast tempo. Craig, who until then had never so much as seen a black guy naked, realised he was about to find out what one tasted like and, he had a fairly good idea he wasn't going to get a chance to spit it out. He found he was now being guided by the hand on his head, not only in tempo, but also in depth of stroke. The large black organ was being pushed into his mouth deeper and deeper. Suddenly he began to gag, instantly the pressure eased and the strokes got shorter. This, as it turned out, was but a brief respite, because as soon as he had recovered his composure the hand started testing him again, until he once more gagged. The cycle continued and Craig found he was being made to cope with a little bit more cock each time.
Craig was used to guys telegraphing the fact their orgasm was about to hit, so he was caught out completely when the cock in his mouth bucked violently and belched forth a load of thick jism. He decided to swallow it quickly and without thinking too much about it. But as soon as he had the first lot safely stored in his belly another load was shot into his mouth. The hand on the back of his head kept up the rhythm so he just kept on sucking and swallowing. When the hand's movements stopped it still held him firmly on the guy's manhood. The free hand now ran down the length of the shaft and squeezed the dregs out into Craig's mouth. Only when this operation had been done several times was he released. Slightly breathless and very confused Craig looked up at the guy only to find he was grinning again.
A sudden thought occurred to Craig, "Good God. I don't even know your name."
"It's Marco," the man said, pulling up his swimming shorts, bringing the boat about and heading back to the centre.
"But, how did you know I was..." started Craig, but Marco cut him off.
"Boy, I knew you were gay when I saw the way you were looking at Toby. He's my cousin and he attracts gay guys like flies," he said.
Craig's mind was still spinning as he took his place next to Marco again. This stranger had just used him for his sexual pleasure but had done nothing in return. In fact the man hadn't even touched his cock. Yet in some extraordinary way Craig found this to be a wild turn on. A big black guy exploiting him for sexual fun, then dismissing him as if nothing unusual had happened.
Marco on the other hand was quite pleased with the new boy's performance. He showed lots of potential and no initiative, characteristics that he approved of in his sexual partners. Marco reckoned, if the boy got the right training, the next two weeks could be quite enjoyable.
Just before they landed Marco again spoke, "You're good, but we're going to have to do something about that gagging. Go to the first sitting for dinner. Then leave the hotel grounds by the main gate, and about one hundred yards down the road you'll find a lamppost which has been hit by a car, it leans over a bit. Wait there and I'll pick you up at about eight."
Then Marco slid over the side of the boat, pulled it around until it was facing off shore, gave it a shove and waded ashore, ignoring Craig completely. A very bemused Craig now tried out his talents at sailing and found, slightly to his surprise, he could handle the craft. However after about half an hour he realised that his sun block needed to be renewed and he headed for the shore again. Toby helped him beach the craft and the black man seemed even sexier to the now aroused Craig. But once the boat was high up on the sand and the life jacket returned, Toby had no further interest in him. Slightly dejected, Craig went indoors and got himself a drink before catching the bus back to the hotel.
After a shower and a nap, it was time to get dressed again for the early session in the dining room. He went down, found an empty table and had dinner. Then, just before eight, as instructed, he set off to the main gate. The security guard nodded to him as he left and he walked down the road looking for the leaning lamppost. He soon found it as it had about a ten-degree list, fortunately away from the road. Just as he got there a small open jeep type vehicle drove up. To his surprise Toby was in the driving seat and Craig's heart beat slightly faster. But Marco, who was sitting in the rear, motioned him to sit by him. He got in and they waited. Due to the angle of the lamppost they were sitting in shadow and after a moment the quick clicking of someone wearing high heels heralded the approach of a fourth party. As the light caught her, Craig realised that it was the young lady Toby had been chatting up earlier, and his heart sank.
"Who are the other pair?" she asked, in a very suspicious voice, stopping well clear of the jeep.
"It's OK, babe, they're - together," replied Toby, sniggering slightly on the last word.
Craig was glad he was in the shadows as his face went red with humiliation at Toby's implication. The girl grunted and got in beside Toby and they set off. A large hand once more took Craig's hand and pressed it down onto the form of a flaccid cock. He caressed it gently and felt its interest grow. But just as things were getting exciting, his hand was abruptly removed and he realised they were stopping outside the closed gates of the aqua centre. Marco got out and opened the gate. They drove through; Marco closed and locked the gate before rejoining them. Toby then drove round the back to a small bungalow where he parked.
They all got out and Toby led them to the front door, which he unlocked, and they entered. They found themselves in a lounge and Marco grabbed Craig's arm leading him straight through into a bedroom. As the door closed, Craig just caught a glimpse of the girl's hand slide over Toby's buns as they went into a clinch. A wave of jealousy swept over him. Marco switched on a bed light and turned to face Craig. He was only wearing the pair of shorts that he had had on earlier and he now shucked them off. Naked, in the dim light, he presented quite an interesting sight. Although he was a few years older than Craig usually picked them, he was still attractive. His body, on examination, was well muscled and there was no excess fat. The legs were particularly well-developed and made Craig feel a bit undernourished. There was little in the way of body hair, a nice pubic bush certainly, some in the armpits, but his chest was smooth. To Craig's surprise his colouring varied and he had a faint tan line, but this was slightly offset by his cock and balls being much darker than the rest of his body. The other surprising fact was his cock was not erect, it just hung there, but somehow it still looked menacing. Craig quickly undressed, but unsure of what to do next, waited for instructions.
"First," said Marco, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. "We've got to do some work on that gagging problem of yours."
He beckoned Craig over and pointed to the floor between his open thighs. Craig meekly knelt in the appointed place and looked up at the larger man. Marco took his limp member in his hand and proffered it to Craig saying, "Swallow it."
Craig looked at the offering fearfully. "It's too big. I think it'd choke me."
"Don't think," admonished Marco. "Just do as you're told and let me do the thinking. Then you'll be all right. You'll see. Now open wide."
Although it was still quite a large object, its flaccidity allowed him to get the head of it over his throat without choking, although his eyes did begin to water. This time both of the large black hands held his head and they slowly pulled him back off the cock until it was only in his mouth. Then the hands reversed their direction and slid the weapon back down his throat. Craig quickly learned not to miss a chance to grab a lung full of air and, after a few minutes, his throat got used to having a nice soft piece of manmeat pushed over it.
"Good boy," breathed Marco, pleased with the boy's performance so far. "Now let's make it a bit more difficult."
Craig felt the slow steady pounding of Marco's heart resonating in his mouth, as the black cock got slightly longer and just a bit wider. The hands however did not change their rhythm as they pulled the white boy's head on and off the cock. As the invading member grew in size the head of it slowly was worked out of the protection of its foreskin and Marco sighed contentedly. Craig was now running along the edge of panic as the black invader kept on growing. He knew how big it was when fully erect and he was quite sure he could never cope with it. Marco however, did not seem to share his doubts and he just kept feeding the boy more and more, in very small increments, along with repeated instructions to relax his throat.
Marco was in no hurry, but he was insistent that the boy should take him fully. Quite gradually the cock in the boy's throat reached its maximum dimensions. Craig's world was now one of abject fear. The slightest mistake on his partner's movements could seriously injure him. God, maybe even his life depended on Marco controlling himself. As the massive member pistoned gently in and out of his face, Craig tried to control his emotions. This was the most intense trip he had ever been on, but it might be his last. Then Marco's stream of calming instructions stopped. He told the boy to take a deep breath and hold it. Craig struggled to obey the man He had just filled his lungs fully, when the cock slid deep into his gullet. This time the hands locked his head in place, driving his nose into the black, tightly curled bush and pressing his chin against the man's balls. Craig felt the tube of flesh that was lodged in his throat thicken, as it entered the first of several spasms. He realised that Marco was shooting his load. Helplessly he was being force fed the Negro's seed. There was no possibility of him spitting it out, why, he wasn't even getting to taste it this time.
Just as he thought that he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, the hands relaxed and he was able to pull his head off the still spurting prick. He was too busy spluttering and trying to catch his breath to savour the dregs of Marco's load. He knelt between the man's legs, rested his head against one of the massive thighs and enjoyed the luxury of unrestricted breathing again. One part of his mind was flipping out on the excitement of it all, but another part was considering how lucky he was to still be alive. Through the door, a rhythmic thumping told the tale of Toby working his way up to his climax Vaguely Craig wondered if the girl was having as exciting a trip as he had just experienced.
Marco patted the bed beside him. Craig wearily pulled himself up and sat there. A powerful black arm went round the boy's shoulder and he was turned to face the man. The Negro's lips were softer than Craig had expected when they touched his, and the boy soon found he was lying on the bed with the man's weight pinning him down. He quite liked the new position and the kissing, as Marco's tongue was not nearly as big as his cock. Through the door the squeals of the girl having her orgasm made them both smile. As the sounds faded, Marco asked if he'd like a beer, to which Craig readily agreed.
When it was quiet next door, Marco got off him and made his way through the lounge. There was an angry outburst from the girl followed by the sound of the two men laughing. Craig looked up and through the open door he caught a glimpse of Toby from the rear. Craig admired the buns but was vaguely disappointed that he had only managed to get a back view of the naked man. Marco returned with two cans, closing the door behind him, they sat together on the bed and drank the beer.
"Yup, I knew you had the potential to be a proper cocksucker," said Marco, with a grin. "It was just a matter of a bit of training."
Craig glanced between the man's legs and took another look at what had been down his throat. Shit, it wasn't even erect and he still couldn't really believe he had swallowed it.
"A few more practice sessions and you'll be able to take me in your throat, starting with me hard," commented Marco, casually.
The remark made Craig shiver a bit. He was quite proud of his achievement, but the idea of getting it done to him on a regular basis frightened him. It wasn't just the danger of suffocation which worried him; there was also the matter of Marco calling the shots all the time. He didn't seem to have time to talk things through with this man. Marco just decided what was going to happen to him, then went ahead and did it, without any discussion. Craig felt he was being kept off balance the whole time and moved on to new things before he had even agreed to what had already happened.
When the beer was finished, they went back to kissing, but this time Craig found he was on top. Hands were kneading his buns in a most sexy manner as he sucked on the man's tongue. Craig was vaguely aware of a wet finger running round his ring, then it was inside him, wriggling around and probing deeper. The finger soon found his prostate and started to massage it. Craig, who had been hot to begin with, now became seriously randy. Then he noticed a second finger was inside him and he began to worry. The boy had been fucked before, and he had enjoyed it, but not with anything near the size of Marco's cock. Craig thought that he had better warn the man before he got any ideas in that direction.
So he broke the kiss and said, "I don't think that I could take you back there."
"There you go, thinking again. Saying you can't, without even trying. I told you before, stop thinking and just do as you're told. I'll make sure you have a good time and I won't hurt you. Trust me," Marco replied, while surreptitiously slipping a third finger into the boy.
Craig started to protest but Marco silenced him with an open mouthed kiss. The boy now found it impossible to speak, as he had two tongues in his mouth. Craig could not be sure at which point Marco started adding the lubricant, but after a while it was obvious that he was being most professionally greased up and stretched. He lay there dreading the moment he was going to be placed face down on the bed and mounted, but it never happened. Instead he was rolled onto his back and found that Marco was once more on top of him. He began protesting when Marco lifted his ankles and placed them on his broad black shoulders. It did no good whatsoever as the large native just grinned as he greased up his weapon.
"No, look I honestly don't think I can take you," whined Craig.
"Stop thinking like a man. You are going to be fucked. Do it my way and you'll learn to love it. Why once I've had you three times, I'll bet you'll be able to take me just on spit. Now relax, don't try to fight it, just let go and I'll do the driving," he said, guiding the head of his weapon towards its target.
Craig fought against his panic and desperately willed his body to relax as he felt the head of Marco's cock line up on his ring. In horror he looked down and saw the massive shaft poised to impale him.
"Look at my eyes, not my prick," said Marco. "I want to watch your face as I fuck you, not the top of your head."
Fearfully Craig looked up into the brown eyes. He could see no pity in them. The man's hips moved and the head of the cock slipped into him without any pain. The surprise must have shown on his face as the man grinned down at him and said, "See, you can take more than you thought."
Once more Marco appeared to be in no rush. He was going to penetrate the boy, but in his own time. Every time Craig protested Marco would croon his little mantra, 'stop thinking like a man, relax, you can take it. Trust me I won't hurt you.' And each time he got a little bit further into the boy. Soon Craig found that his bowels were full, but more kept being forced in. He daren't look down to see how much of the man's cock there was still to come. Desperately he tried to open himself up even more to the man, just to let him have his way and be done with it. The glans of the black cock began to brush the boy's prostate causing a wave of pleasure to sweep over the lad. That was the point when Craig really began to surrender. Then he felt the first tickle of the man's bush against his buns and he realised that his ordeal was nearing its end. But even for the last few millimetres Marco maintained his snail like pace.
Finally even Marco had to admit that he was in the boy to the hilt. To celebrate his victory he made his substantial manhood buck inside the boy, causing Craig to groan. The boy wondered if his ass would ever get back to its normal dimensions again. Marco grinned at him in a cocky manner, "Boy, I suspect you are about to be fucked properly for the first time."
"Oh God, it's killing me," gasped Craig.
"Then we'll just wait a while until you're ready. Having a man inside you takes a bit of getting used to," conceded Marco, making his manhood twitch once again, deep inside the boy's guts. Feeling the monster move within him, of its own volition, sent a shiver of fear through the boy. Marco detected this and again grinned down at his victim.
Craig felt that his body was no longer his own. This massive living thing was moving around inside him. He wanted it to stop, right now, but he was too afraid to say anything. So he just lay below the man and, as they waited, he slowly did get more accustomed to having his bowels filled to overflowing with Marco's tool. The urge to take a dump was overwhelming, but when he tried to force the invader out, nothing happened. Craig at last understood he had given control of a most intimate part of his body to a stranger. Marco was now the one who decided what moved in and out of his ass. Craig suddenly realised that the man had not stopped watching him and his period of grace was at an end. The brown eyes seemed to look right into his soul as the man's hips began to move. All of Craig's insides felt as if they were being pulled out with the cock as it withdrew. Marco kept on backing out until only the head of the organ remained inside the boy. Craig's relief was almost palpable as the pressure eased. Then with the same fluid movement, the cock was pushed all the way back in, refilling the boy once more. Each time the big black glans was slid over his prostate, the boy experienced another rush of pleasure course through him. As ever, the large black man was in no hurry and his slow strokes reamed out Craig's ass, which he was now using as his personal playpen. All the time he humped the boy, he watched the boy's face and read the expression on it, using the information to control the speed of his hips.
Although Craig had been fucked many times before, he had never found himself in such a submissive position. He could do nothing to even mitigate Marco's attack on his ass. In an oddly erotic way he found this stimulating and somewhere along the line he began to lose his grip on reality. He was no longer a rational human being. His body was now just an extension of Marco's plunging manhood. Although he didn't realise it, he was now doing everything he could to help Marco reach an orgasm as that big black cock was now the most important thing in his life. Although his movements were very limited he desperately tried to meet the man thrust for thrust. Marco sensed the boy was his for the taking and speeded up his game. As the man's second orgasm of the evening approached he spat on his hand and grabbed the white boy's rigid cock, touching it for the first time. It required only a minimum of effort to bring the boy to his peak and put his battered body into a violent spasm. As his victim's body tensed up beneath him and got a death grip on his raging cock, Marco shot his seed deep into the boy's bowels, again and again. Gradually Craig realised he had been truly fucked for the first time in his life and was most grateful for Marco's consideration in giving him a simultaneous orgasm.
Craig took quite some time to come down from his high. But when he did he found he was still under the man and his ass was now full of cum and a slowly waning cock. That monster, which had so recently ravished him, was wilting inside him. Now he quite liked it there, as it didn't feel so dangerous. He was aware that he was covered in sweat and cum. The cum was his own but the sweat came from both of them. Then he noticed that Marco was still watching him and that gave him goose bumps. The Negro seemed to be able to read his mind. The man moved his hips and the softening cock made gentle fucking motions in the boy's guts, causing him to groan. Craig had to admit that Marco knew more than he did about his own limitations. It had been the most insane thing that he had ever done, but it had also been the most exciting thing too. It reminded him of his first orgasm, and how overwhelmingly powerful it had been. Unfortunately he failed to remember his first orgasm had also been very addictive.
As they lay on the bed, still coupled, they could hear the other pair pounding their way to a climax.
After a while they parted, Marco's cock sliding out and freeing Craig's bowels from their oversized invader. They both then got dressed and Marco told Craig he was going back to the hotel. It seems that at midnight the main gate was closed so they would have to leave soon. Craig was told he could ride back with Toby and the girl. The boy's bowels were now beginning to complain about the recent abuse they had received and the fact they were still carrying Marco's load. However when the boy requested to use the toilet Marco just grinned and said, "I gave you a present, you can keep it in you until you get back to the hotel. It'll remind you that you've had a man in there."
Eventually they went out into the lounge and the girl greeted Marco with an angry look. Craig noticed that two empty condom wrappers lay by the bed- settee. Marco did not ride back with them to the hotel. So Craig sat alone in the back seat lost in his thoughts. Although the evening had been full of sexual energy, there had been no affection present. Marco had just made use of him to get his sexual kicks. He even suspected that his own orgasm had only been used to enhance Marco's. But for some perverse reason being used as a sex toy excited him. Knowing that he had made a man, much bigger and stronger than him shoot his load, really turned the boy on, and knowing he was being forced to keep it inside him was beginning to make him hard again. jeep arrived back at the crooked lamppost and it was time to get out. Toby kissed the girl goodnight and Craig learned that her name was Rita.
Together they walked towards the gate, as the jeep's engine noise faded into the distance. At first they walked in silence, then Rita said, "I don't like the way your man looked at me."
The remark made Craig start slightly as he had been considering himself as belonging to Marco and not the other way round. However he recovered enough to say, "You should see how he looks at me."
"What do you mean?"
"He watches me all the time we're doing it," replied Craig.
"Well I think he's weird."
Craig just nodded his agreement as they passed the guard and entered the hotel grounds. They parted and Craig went straight to his room. There was a temptation to go right into the bathroom and get rid of Marco's little 'gift'. But instead Craig lay on the bed and slowly jacked himself off while running over the high points of the day. Knowing that Marco's seed still sloshed around inside his ass helped him to a more intense orgasm. Back at the aqua centre, Marco was already sound asleep, happy in the knowledge that his new boy was progressing nicely.
The next morning Craig did not wake up quite so early and could thus go straight down to breakfast. He caught the bus into the nearest town and spent the morning wandering round looking at the sights. After returning to the hotel for lunch, he changed into his swim gear, poured on the sun block and headed for the shuttle bus and the aqua centre. Marco saw him get off the bus and gave him a knowing grin. Craig felt strange, he knew that he was deliberately walking straight back into the black man's clutches, but he couldn't really stop himself. In a desperate act of defiance he headed for the bar and got himself a drink. Then he took a seat under one of the sunshades to drink it.
Marco was working over by the boat shed and at first he ignored the boy. Then, when he saw the boy's glass was empty, he beckoned him. Obediently Craig got up and walked over to the man, joining him in the shade of the boat shed doorway. Without even a word of greeting Marco slid his hand down the back of the boy's shorts and began to finger his ring. It took all of Craig's self control not to jump.
"For pity's sake, Marco. There are people all around," he hissed.
"The sun is in their eyes, Boy, and we're standing in the shade. They can't see us. So, did you keep it in you till you got home?" Marco's invading finger closing in on the boy's prostate.
Craig nodded and in a pleading voice said, "Please don't do that here. It's too public."
Marco's grin just widened and his fingering of the boy's ass went on. Then he stepped in front of the boy.
"Play with my cock," he ordered.
"Oh God. I can't do that out here," whined the boy.
"Do it," growled the man.
Tentatively Craig reached for the man's crotch. The now familiar shape of the semi erect shaft slipped into his hand. As he made contact with it, the monster bucked ominously.
"You see, it likes you," said Marco. "It wants to get inside you again. You're a good fuck, boy. It's gonna fill your ass for you again tonight."
Craig could only make a whimpering noise and once more the hidden cock bucked in his trembling hand. Marco led the boy back into the shadows and through to a back room. Here the light was supplied by a window set high in the wall and provided little in the way of illumination for the boy's eyes, which were used to the strong sunlight. Soon he found he was on his knees before the man who had already dropped his shorts. The large black cock waved ominously in front of Craig's face and he did not need to be told to open his mouth. The inevitable hand on the back of his head pulled him gently onto the cock and he enveloped the head of it. Marco sighed happily as he grabbed the shaft and eased back his foreskin allowing the boy's tongue to wipe over the naked glans.
Slowly the hand pulled his head closer to the man's groin and the flaccid cock slipped over his throat. Before Craig fully realised it the man's balls were bumping against his chin and he needed to breathe. The hand's pressure eased and he could pull his head back and get the invading cock out of his throat. But as he did so he felt it grow quite perceptibly. The hand never let his head stop moving and, in turn, its movements caused the invader to grow thicker and longer in his throat. In desperation he began to stroke the inside of the man's thick thighs and caress his balls in the hope of getting him to reach his orgasm quicker. Craig's prayers were soon answered and he felt the organ in his gullet first swell then flex as a wad of the man's living seed was sent to its doom in his belly. The hand then let go of his head completely and he quickly backed off in search of some air. This he got along with the second and subsequent wads of the man's load.
As the man squeezed the last drops of his jism into Craig's mouth for him to swallow the boy began to worry about his own erection. There was no way he could go out with a stonker like this. But, as it happened, that problem was quickly solved.
"That boy of yours sure does like cock," said a new voice.
In a total panic Craig spun round to find Toby leaning casually on the doorframe with a contemptuous grin on his face. Craig was mortified as it was obvious that Toby had seen everything. He knelt, with his mouth open, unable to think of anything to say.
Marco however just pulled his shorts up and said, "Now be a good boy. Go have a run on the water skis or something. We've got work to do and we'll pick you up at the same place tonight."
"But, I can't stand up on the skis," said Craig, before he realised how foolish it sounded.
"Sit in the water. Keep the skis at forty-five degrees. Keep your arms straight. Don't try to pull yourself up. Let the boat pull you up. Why it's as easy as swallowing cock," said the grinning Marco, giving him a playful smack on the buns before disappearing into the shed.
After he was sure that his erection had subsided, Craig joined the queue of holidaymakers waiting for a turn on the water skis. This time he watched the ones who went before him and, those who made it up onto the skis did exactly what Marco had advised. When it was his turn, he closed his eyes and followed the man's instructions. When he opened them a few moments later he was amazed to find he was racing along the surface of the water behind the boat.
Having got some of his self confidence back he amused himself all afternoon at the aqua centre and although Marco was never in sight again, Toby was always around to keep the boy's interest up. After eating dinner alone, he headed for the main gate. Although he knew full well what he was letting himself in for, this time he was more nervous than the last. No sooner had he arrived, than he heard the click of Rita's heels on the road behind him and she appeared out of the dark. They nodded to each other and stood without saying a word until the jeep arrived. They both got in and Marco immediately put his arm round Craig. It felt comforting and protective to the boy and he snuggled down beside the man until the jeep reached its destination.
Like the night before, Craig was taken straight to Marco's bedroom, while the other pair took over the lounge. Marco unceremoniously stripped off his shorts and motioned to Craig who quickly obeyed by getting undressed. Soon the boy was on his back on the bed. Marco got astride him and dangled his cock, tantalisingly, just above Craig's lips.
"Make me hard, boy," he said, with his customary grin.
Craig dutifully did as he was told and sucked the member into his mouth.
"All the way," the man grunted, and the boy quickly slid the limp member over his throat. It took considerably less effort than the night before, but this time the organ quickly enlarged until it was fully erect. Craig found the sensation of Marco's sex growing inside him quite erotic; was thankful for having learned how to breathe around it the previous times. However this evening it was removed from his mouth and he was instructed to lick the man's balls. He got straight to work caressing them with his tongue, and then, at Marco's command, he took each of them in turn into his mouth.
"Now lick the back of my balls," was the next order.
As he began to use his tongue on that area, he became aware of the big balls rhythmic movement. Marco was jacking himself off! As the boy licked, the man moved slowly up the bed and soon the boy's tongue was working its way into the man's crack. Gradually the man opened his buns and allowed the boy's face to slip between them and reach his ring. With encouragement from Marco, the boy ran his tongue over the man's ring and eventually, with the man's permission, penetrated it. For just an instant a thought flashed through the boy's mind; what would his mates think if they could see him with his tongue up a black man's ass? He felt his face burn with shame. But Craig could tell that Marco was getting near his limit as the speed of his wanking increased.
Suddenly Marco said, "OK finger me, get to my hotspot and work on it."
Excitedly, Craig wet his finger and slid it through Marco's ring, reaching up until he felt the flat area behind the base of the man's cock. Once there, he began to expertly massage it. Marco was now groaning with pleasure and abruptly growled, "If you want this lot, you'd better get here fast."
As quickly as he could, Craig pushed his way up the bed and the head of the black cock was thrust into his mouth. Not a second too soon, as it erupted the moment his lips touched it ;the contents of the big balls were quickly transferred to his eager mouth. As the bucking weapon discharged its load, he felt the man's ring contract wildly on his finger; he was now certain of the reason why he had been made to have an orgasm the previous night. It had not been for his benefit at all. It had only been to tighten him up at the critical moment and increase the pleasure of Marco's fuck. Even tonight, he had only been used to enhance Marco's wank. A wave of humiliation swept over him and it was so powerful that he almost shot his bolt.
As had happened on the boat, Marco squeezed the shaft of his cock to get any lingering dregs out and into the boy's mouth. Then he sat on the boy's chest and left his prick in Craig's mouth until it was soft again. Craig looked up at the man and wondered what exactly was happening to him. He had stopped complaining quite a while back. Well, it had been completely useless. Now he was just doing what Marco told him, and as a result, he was most definitely being put to use just to give the man his jollies. However this was not the bit that worried Craig. What was really disturbing was the crazy high he was getting from being used. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. He had been neither dominant nor submissive, but now he was fast becoming a sex toy, and it was turning him on. Marco instinctively knew where Craig's buttons were, and he was pressing on them as it took his fancy, which was allowing him to control the boy at his whim.
Presently they were to be found lying in each other's arms. As ever, Rita was squealing her way to her climax and for some reason, both of them found it funny. Marco pulled the boy's head closer and they began kissing. After a while the boy could feel the black cock growing hard again; he wondered if he could deal with it only using his mouth. However as the man's hands worked their way round to his buns, Craig knew, like it or not, he was going to be fucked again.
Gently the fingers began their exploration and Craig once more found himself being excited by having the man simultaneously attack him from both ends. This time he was aware of the lubricant being applied to him, but as the fingers were busily massaging his prostate, he was beyond caring. However he was rather stunned when the man rolled onto his back and lay there with his weapon pointing towards the ceiling. His confusion was compounded when he was handed the tube of lubricant.
"Grease it up," ordered Marco, pointing to his rampant manhood. "And then sit on it."
Craig began to apply the lubricant and was just about to protest, when Marco cut him off by saying, "Don't even bother opening your mouth, just do as I tell you and sit on it."
A rather reluctant Craig straddled the man and prepared to lower himself onto the weapon. Marco obligingly held the shaft steady and guided it between the boy's buns. Craig let himself down until the naked head of the man's organ made contact with his ring; there he hesitated for a moment.
"Keep going, you know you can take me, and let me see your face as you do it."
Craig looked at Marco and again the eyes bored right into his brain. Unable to resist the man, he pushed a little further down and enveloped the head. Then, like a swimmer diving into cold water, he took the plunge and allowed himself to sink all the way down. He winced slightly as the unyielding shaft penetrated his body. God, he could actually feel his guts being pushed aside to accommodate it. But now the deed was done and he sat astride the man, impaled on his manhood and feeling rather proud of himself. Marco made the big shaft twitch and grinned up at the boy as he flinched.
"Well done, Boy, now move your tight little ass."
Craig now knew that he was going to have to fuck himself on the man's cock. He would have to supply all the effort required to get the man to his orgasm. As these thoughts passed through the boy's mind, Marco lay back, put his hands behind his head, grinned at the boy and gave him an encouraging hump with his hips to get him moving. Craig rose a bit onto his knees and felt the thick shaft being withdrawn from him. Just before it could slip out completely, he let himself sink back down and it glided back into him. He set up a slow, but steady pace and this appeared to suit Marco, who lay there with a blissful look on his face. Experimentally, Craig began adding a squirming movement to his downward thrusts; Marco murmured his appreciation. The boy started doing more and more to excite the man and soon he was writhing about on the man's cock in a most delightful manner.
Eventually Marco ordered the boy to jack himself off and, compliant as ever, Craig wrapped his hand round his own shaft and began to masturbate. The degradation of his position did not go unnoticed by the boy; it caused him to achieve a peak that he would not have thought possible just a few days ago. Of course Marco also felt this as the boy's body went into a series of spasms when he came. All of which provided the icing on the cake for Marco as he once more pumped his seed into the lad. The man let the boy sit astride him after he was finished shooting. He was rather proud of his achievement in training the boy, both physically and mentally to meet his requirements. While the boy's ass had been widened nicely, it had not lost its elasticity so it could now accommodate his manhood snugly. His mind was also progressing well. He was never being allowed to think things through. He was obeying the man almost without question. Yes, by the time his holiday was over the process should be quite complete. Marco smiled at the thought and made his cock twitch, just to watch the boy jump.
Marco had now set a pattern, which Craig had to follow. Every afternoon the boy would vanish into the boat shed and reappear a short while later with a belly full of come. He would not be allowed to have an orgasm of his own and, as a consequence of this, would be as hot as hell when he turned up to be fucked by Marco in the evening. Then on the Friday, almost at the halfway point of his holiday, the practice was abruptly changed. The first Craig got to know about it was when Marco told him he'd be staying the night in the bungalow. It appears that Rita's holiday was ending the next day and Toby wanted an all-nighter.
Everything was going as normal and Marco had just emptied his balls down Craig's now willing throat when he decided he needed a beer. To the boy's consternation he was told to go and fetch two from the kitchen. The cause of his concern was the noises coming from the lounge, which were most obviously caused by the other pair fucking. However, Marco was insistent and Craig was incapable of resisting him. So he reluctantly got off the bed and went into the lounge. To his surprise the central light in the room was burning and it fully illuminated the coupling pair. Rita was on her back with Toby on top of her. Craig first noticed how muscular Toby's buns were and how they flexed as he slammed into the girl. She, in turn, had her arms and legs wrapped round the sweating black body that lay on her, gripping him tightly. She gave a glare of pure hatred at Craig, who quickly averted his eyes and got on with his task. Although on the way back, when he was directly between their legs, he managed to catch a glimpse of Toby's manhood as it slid in and out of her. Toby was a big boy!
Later, as they lay together drinking their beers, he said to Marco, "She's going to kill me for walking in on them."
"Relax, boy, by the morning she'll have forgotten all about it," replied Marco, running an affectionate hand over the boy's buns and raising the lad's hopes of a fuck.
The memories of that night were etched into Craig's memory forever. Marco fucked him twice before they went to sleep and then, in the middle of the night, Craig woke to find the man was once again humping him with a passion. Craig's ass was now so used to Marco's manhood being inside it, that its entry hadn't even wakened him. So it was a rather sore boy who stumbled out of bed in the morning to get into the jeep. However if he felt bad, Rita looked worse. Not a word was said until they were dropped off outside the hotel grounds. Craig found he was supporting the girl as they walked back through the gate. The sly grin he got from the guard made him groan. He strongly suspected the man knew what they had been through. They decided to have breakfast, or at least some coffee, before going to their rooms. Craig kept waiting for the blast from Rita, but it never came. She seemed to be very confused as to what happened the previous evening. Her only comments on the subject were about Toby's performance. Apparently he fucked like a wild animal. The mere thought of which made Craig go green with jealousy. And, it seems that Toby had wanted her to suck his cock. This she had done just once and, as she most emphatically stated, "He was never getting to do THAT again!" A remark which stunned Craig, who was still drooling over Toby's body and would have done anything to get his lips round his cock. So with that cryptic remark, she finished her coffee, and went to her room to pack, leaving Craig sitting eating his breakfast with his bowels still awash with another man's seed.
That afternoon, Toby was off at the airport saying goodbye to Rita, when Craig turned up at the boat shed to service Marco. Just before he got down on his knees, Marco said to him, "Are you jealous of Rita getting fucked by Toby every night?"
Craig felt his face go red and he was thankful that he was in the shadow and it wouldn't show too much. However the man took his silence as assent.
"Well, you may have a chance. Toby won't have had enough time to pick up a new girl before tonight," said the man, as he slipped his manhood into the boy's waiting mouth. Thus effectively ending the conversation. The boy no longer had any difficulty in getting the man's erection over his throat, he now even enjoyed the sensation of it's thickness pushing on the inside of his gullet. He had also become quite an expert in the gentle art of stimulating Marco and bringing him to quite intense peaks, before having his belly filled by the man's orgasm. As usual the boy was not allowed to release his pent up sexual load. Thus, as ever, he spent a very frustrated afternoon and early evening waiting for his trip to the bungalow.
There was only Marco in the jeep when it arrived to pick him up. As they drove to the aqua centre, Marco gave him a warning, "Now boy, I don't want you shaming me in front of Toby. I've been bragging about how good you are, so don't go letting me down."
When they got to the bungalow, Toby was lying on the opened bed-settee watching the TV. He grabbed a remote, switched the set off and sat up on the edge of the bed as they entered. Craig could feel the husky young man's eyes on his body; he found he was shaking with anticipation. However it was Marco who broke the silence by saying, "Did she get off ok?"
"Yeah," drawled Toby, "The stupid bitch never noticed."
The remark puzzled Craig, but he said nothing, as he looked Toby over. The object of his lust was only wearing a rather brief pair of Speedos and the bulge at the front was holding the boy's attention like a magnet.
"Happily sitting on the plane back to England. I wonder when she'll find out about the souvenir you gave her?" asked Marco.
"Oh, she'll find out, soon enough, they always do. Shit, I spent two weeks trying to get that bitch to blow me and she refused, right up to the end. So she deserves it."
Slowly the meaning of the conversation penetrated Craig's lust saturated brain; in a rather shocked voice he asked, "Did you knock her up?
Toby gave him a lazy nod and grinned at his confusion. Marco however clarified the matter by saying, "If they come on heat while they are with Toby, they get knocked up. He can always tell when they're fertile."
"But you always used condoms," said Craig, thinking back to the empty packets that were usually by the bed-settee after every session.
"Every time, except one, and that's all it takes," replied Toby, still grinning.
"Don't they notice?" Craig asked.
"Not after I slip a little pill in their drink, then they can't remember a thing."
This explained why Craig didn't get his head bitten off by Rita, but the boy was still confused and asked, "Why do you do it to them?"
"Well, boy," started Toby. "They come here to fuck with us black boys. Mind you, there are plenty of black boys back in England who would like to fuck them, but the bitches won't go near them. So I knock them up which gives them only two choices. They can find a black boy to marry and pretend that the baby is his, or they can just have the little bastard. But if a white girl has a little black bastard crawling round her ankles, no white boy will go near her. So the black boys will notice and move in on her. Eventually one of them will get the silly bitch pregnant again and in no time at all she'll have enough to have a football team all of her own."
"She could have an abortion," Craig pointed out.
At that remark the other two sniggered and Marco said, "Religion is a wonderful thing and Toby makes sure he only knocks up the religious ones."
"Well, what about adoption?" asked the boy.
Toby gave him a condescending look and said, "When a black kid first pops out it's quite light coloured and she thinks that it takes after her and not me, so it won't be too obvious that it's a black kid. Oh it darkens down after a few weeks, but by that time the bitch's maternal instinct will have kicked in and she won't be able to give it up. But enough of this yakking, Marco here says you suck cock real fine and it's been a while since I've had my cock sucked. How's about you give me a personal demonstration?"
Toby wasted no time in getting shot of his Speedos and revealing their contents. To Craig's slight disappointment the weapon that hung between his legs was circumcised. He had always found cut pricks to be more difficult to stimulate. However he was given no time to dwell on this matter, as Toby was already pointing to the area of floor between his legs. Craig quickly knelt on the appointed spot and took the shaft of the cock in his hand. Giving only a brief thought as to where it had been and what terrible things it had done, Craig parted his lips. In one fluid movement he slid it straight over his throat, while fondling the hairy black balls. This soon had the desired effect and the weapon in his throat began to ready itself for action, growing in both length and girth. It quickly became apparent to the boy that this weapon was slightly longer than the one he was used to, but it mercifully did not have the same girth. As a result he found breathing to be a much easier task.
Just as he was setting a nice rhythm for servicing Toby, he felt his pants being removed. Then the familiar touch of Marco's cock head could be felt slipping between his defenceless buns, obviously in search of his ring. It had been there so often recently that it only required a slight wriggling motion from Craig and it was once more firmly inside him. Somehow its presence gave him a feeling of security. However, trying to pleasure two cocks at the same time began to give Craig problems. In the end, he merely let Marco's humping drive his mouth on and off Toby's cock. It was becoming apparent to the boy that Rita's refusal to blow Toby had left him quite randy and he would most definitely be the first to shoot his load. His balls were already completely retracted against the base of his shaft and his breathing was now in time with the movements of Craig's head.
Then, just to complicate matters even further, Marco wrapped his hand round Craig's raging shaft and very carefully began to wank the lad. Craig began to lose it, what with a cock in each end of him and continuously being run up to the very edge of an orgasm, and then stopped at the very brink. Soon he was holding on to the remnants of his sanity with all his might. Without any warning, Craig found that his head was being held firmly and the cock was pulled back until just the head was in his mouth. Then it exploded and filled the boy's mouth with the Negro's thick seed. Craig gulped greedily and shot followed shot until the black balls were sucked dry. However his torment was not anywhere near ending. Although the cock in his mouth went flaccid, it was not removed, while the one in his ass kept up its relentless pounding and the hand on his own cock still held him just short of blowing his load.
After a few moments, Craig slowly became aware that he was still swallowing. His mouth kept getting liquid in it and he was reflexively gulping it down. Rita's voice echoed in his mind repeating her comment about Toby's dirty trick when she did a blowjob on him. He suddenly realised what he was drinking and he looked up at Toby's face. The husky young Negro was grinning from ear to ear and the flow into Craig's mouth increased dramatically.
Toby nodded to Marco and said, "OK, he's noticed. Go for it!"
At that point everything changed and Craig found that Marco was no longer trying to run him along the edge, he was doing his utmost to push him over it. At the same instant, the movements of the cock in his ass warned him of Marco's imminent orgasm and Toby was in full flow in his mouth forcing him to swallow like mad. If he had been told this would have happened to him, he would never have agreed to it in a million years. But, now he was in the middle of it, the intensity of the sex coupled with the ferocity of his orgasm and the overwhelming degradation of his position, blew his mind. He was so high that he had no recollection whatsoever of the next few minutes. In fact only subsequent memories were of lying on the floor beside the bed- settee and having no idea of how he got there.
Eventually they helped him up onto the bed-settee and one of them handed him a can of beer. This he gratefully drank to get the taste out of his mouth. He had hardly got the beer inside him before Toby's hand was running over his buns. Without any ceremony he was turned over and put face down. Once in this position, Toby wasted no time in spreading the boy's legs. Since Marco had preceded him, he had no difficulty in entering Craig. Nor for that matter did he spare the boy by trying to make his entrance gentle. He thrust firmly home, driving the entire length of his black manhood into the boy's ass; forcing most of the air from his lungs.
Then he began to fuck the boy. It was obvious from the very first stroke that this was to be no placid fuck. Craig discovered that Rita's remark about Toby fucking like an animal was most accurate. The Negro got a firm grip of the boy's shoulders and held him fast as he thrust forward into the lad. From that point on, he went at the boy's ass like a pneumatic drill, pounding mercilessly as deep into the young man's guts as he could reach. At first Craig tried to escape, but the firmness of Toby's grip on him and the black man's hoots of laughter soon put an end to any hope of flight. Craig, in desperation, tensed his entire body in an attempt to avoid further punishment and, to his surprise that was the move which tipped Toby over the edge. Thus his seed was added to the gift that Marco had left the boy. It was a rather sore young man who limped passed the grinning guard when he returned to the hotel that night.
Craig had a restless night; his dreams were filled with black men and cocks, which seemed to control his every thought. The next day, he decided to have it out with the pair of them. While he really liked being fucked by them, he was getting fed up with being treated like shit. However, as the day wore on, his resolve began to slip and by the time he arrived at the boatshed, he was not quite as sure of himself as he had been when he woke up.
Marco was waiting for him and Toby was there too. Craig naturally turned to Marco, but before he could speak, the man said, "Do Toby first."
The boy turned to face the younger Negro and saw that he had already opened his shorts. A limp black dick hung out of them and the boy knew what was in store for him. At that point he rebelled.
"Look, I don't mind sucking cocks, or being fucked, but I'm not happy with him pissing."
There was a pause, but Toby just grinned, put his cock away and zipped up his fly. Craig turned to Marco and the older man looked at him for a further moment then said, "That's OK, we understand, you can go now."
None of this had been what the boy had been expecting. He had anticipated a blazing row, perhaps a compromise, but total indifference and rejection had not been on the cards. Wildly he looked from one to the other seeking some sort of face saving way out. He did enjoy the sex, he even got off on the humiliation, but they had gone too far. He just wanted them to back off a bit. But, neither of them seemed to have the slightest interest in him anymore. Slowly he turned and left the boatshed.
Once he was out of earshot Marco said, "Let him have time to get a couple of drinks and think things over. He'll be back, he's too far gone to stay away for long."
It took an hour for what little was left of Craig's self esteem to crumble and allowed him to return. The two were still there when he crept back into the boatshed with his tail between his legs. Without a word, the boy went over to Toby and was about to fall to his knees before him when he was given an order.
"Strip."
Despite the fact there was an open door to a beach crowded with holidaymakers, the boy slipped off his shorts. His erection was now quite visible to the other pair. He knelt, submissively before reaching out, unzipping Toby's fly and pulling out his limp cock. The moment Craig got his lips round it, Toby released the flow and the boy began drinking, he had no shame left.
Toby whispered, "Good boy," and ruffled the boy's hair in the way he would pet a dog who had just done a trick.
As he drank, the boy's mind went back to the day before and how he had been forced to shoot his load while performing this same act. Just then he felt Marco's finger slip into his ass and start to massage his prostate. Craig knew that his orgasm was rapidly becoming inevitable, even though his cock had never been touched. Despite everything he could do to avoid it, the boy had the first spontaneous orgasm of his life. At that moment Craig's self- respect hit rock bottom. Marco, on the other hand, was well pleased. His little catamite was now considering his mouth and ass to be his primary sexual organs and not his prick. Which was just the way Marco liked them.
When the flow subsided, the cock began to grow and the boy proceeded to pleasure the young man until he climaxed. As the wilting member was pulled from his mouth, Craig turned and found Marco, all hard and ready for him. With a sigh, he slipped the big black member over his throat and began the job of working Marco up to an orgasm. Craig had found his niche in life.
And that, was the sum total of Craig's rebellion. After one threat of rejection he made no more attempts to regain control of his life. It didn't really matter, because he knew that in a few days his holiday would be over and the pair of them would be out of his life forever. As the last days of his holiday passed, he found that Toby using his mouth as his personal urinal always brought him to a sexual peak and the slightest extra stimulation would make him uncontrollably shoot. Marco of course immediately noticed this and usually took advantage of it.
On his last night they made sure it would be a memory to treasure. He got practically no sleep as there was a black cock in one end of him or the other all night, sometimes they plugged both ends simultaneously. Before parting, Marco wrote out the address of Rafael, a relative of his who lived in London, who might be interested in meeting the boy. Wordlessly Craig took the piece of paper and put it in his shirt pocket. He had no intention of contacting the man.
Craig's flight home was not really a comfortable one. Sitting in a cramped airline seat with a very sore backside and God alone knew how much cum inside him. 'Still,' he thought to himself as he squirmed around trying to get comfortable and wishing they had not insisted he kept it in him until he got home, 'he was still better off than poor old Rita. At least he was free again, while she was most likely stuck with a kid and a black partner for life. A hurried trip to the Gents toilet at Luton Airport allowed Craig the illusion that he had got Negroes out of his system forever.
He never thought that he would ever see Rita again, but as things turned out he was wrong. Several months later he ran into her at a party. She was most definitely great with child and he noticed she was wearing a wedding ring on her finger. It didn't take him long to spot her husband. The man in question was, black, and very proud of his pregnant wife. Craig carefully made sure that there was no one within earshot when he 'accidentally' ran into her. She looked quite shocked to see him and instantly a pleading look came into her eyes.
"I take it your husband doesn't know about Toby?" he inquired, just a tad maliciously.
"God no! Please don't tell him," she begged.
"Oh don't worry, I won't. Toby had some disgusting habits though, didn't he?"
"Oh my God, don't tell me he went with you too?"
"Oh yes, young Toby has very varied tastes in bed mates. I didn't listen to your warning about him."
They would perhaps have spoken at greater length but at that point her husband arrived and the conversation had to undergo a sudden change of subject. Eventually the couple drifted off, leaving Craig on his own. The boy looked round, it wasn't really his sort of party, but Raphael had insisted on them going. He suspected that Raphael wanted to show off to everyone that he had a white boyfriend. Craig had held out for three whole weeks before he had contacted Raphael. The man had invited him round to his home. Once inside he was taken up to a bedroom and told to strip. Naked, he was made to tell everything that had happened to him on holiday. Then Raphael stripped off and put the boy through his paces, all of them. But, in retrospect, it had been the right move, now Craig had all the sex he wanted and all his decisions made for him. He suddenly realised that Raphael was signalling to him and he hurried over. Craig was now a happy, if very docile, boy.
The End