Craig at the Crossroads

Craig at the Crossroads A.Horniman

(Thor, this one's for you)

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"It's been one of those fucking days!" Craig thought to himself as he adjusted his cock inside his jeans. The heat was getting to him and so was the foreman. The project they were working on in the park was over budget and behind schedule and who the fuck needed a fucking fitness centre in this park anyway? Still work was thin on the ground at the moment so even a master carpenter and joiner like Craig had to take what was available.

Images of Pamela's pert, slim body came to mind. "I'll sort her out later," he thought as he felt his cock thicken.

Another half hour and that's it for the day. Time for a piss. Walk down to the 'conveniences', a smelly rundown place, due for demolition as soon as the new fitness centre is up and running.

He'd been warned about the queers that hang out there. Frank, one of the blokes on the job had told him he'd interrupted two middle aged men playing with each other at the urinals. Had he said anything?

"Yeh! I told them to be careful because I'd seen the police about. They got out of there sharpish!"

"Was there any police?"

"Nah..." he chuckled.

"Spoilsport!" Craig said.

So busting for a piss, Craig strolls across to the toilets. Two blokes at the urinals look at him as he comes in. He ignores them and goes into a cubicle. Hole in the wall for someone to stick their cock through for a quick gobble. Noises from the next cubicle. Shit! Someone's being fucked! The slapping of flesh on flesh. The squelching of cock in ass. Shit! He bends down to look. Can make out a young white kid, Spiderman t-shirt, jeans round his knees, can't be more than 15. A black guy pounding a thick black cock into him. Kid is moaning, sounds like he's really enjoying it. Can't see his face. Black guy notices Craig looking through the hole, makes a beckoning motion with his hand. What for? Inviting him to stick his cock through the hole? And then with a gasp it's over. The black guy pulls out. Wipes his cock on some paper. Kid pulls up his jeans. Black guy leaves.

Craig is rock hard. Can't piss he's so hard. Wait for it to go down or rub one out? Starts to jack himself. Sees the kid's mouth against the hole. He wants to suck me! Why not? And soon his fat cock is through the hole and into a warm mouth, plunging up and down. The kid is an expert and soon he's coming his load. Shit!!!

Hears the outer door of the toilets open and close. Someone going out? Coming in? Dunno. Pisses. Wipes himself off. Pulls up his work trousers and he's out of the cubicle. There's a young kid can't be more than 15 standing at the urinals. Was that the kid who just sucked him? Two other blokes standing there too. They turn and look at him. One of them smiles. He's through the main door and out.

Shit!!!

Walking back to the work site. There's the black guy sitting on a bench. In his late twenties maybe. Broad shoulders. Solid built. Dreadlocks. Rubs his crotch as Craig passes.

"Scuse me bruv, you gotta light?"

"Sure," Craig says and gives him a light. Funky smell of sex on him.

"You working over there?" the black guy asks, gesturing to the building site.

"That's right," Craig replies.

"See you around then."

"Yeh, maybe," Craig replies.

Craig gets over to Pamela's place around nine thirty. She's been on a late shift at the salon. He's eaten. She's on one of her diets so it's a cuddle in front of the telly and then into the bedroom. But for some reason he can't get it up. Strange... He was horny as fuck earlier and he's only come twice today. Once in the shower in the morning and that time in the park. He's usually OK for 3 or 4. Normal for a 22 year old. Weekends when they're not working he's on her and off her, fucking like rabbits till they're both sated. She's good. But she won't gobble and definitely won't take it up the bum.

Talking about getting engaged. Well it's been 3 years now. Time to settle down and all that. Start a family. Yeh, well, maybe.

Craig relaxes and images of the session in the park come back to him. The kid getting a right royal buggering from that black bloke. Must have had a big one on him. Kid was loving it. Wonder what it's like to take a cock? And Craig is hard. Hard as he was before. Pamela's hand is round it, feeling its length, its girth.

"Just needed a bit of persuasion," she says.

And he's up her in one and into a shag. It's fast and desperate. Images of the black bloke and the white kid. And he's balls deep in Pamela's welcoming pussy, trying to drive the images out of his head. But no matter how hard he shags, no matter how fiercely she grinds herself into him, the images are still there. The black bloke, trousers round his ankles pounding his cock into the white boy. And Craig comes. Pamela squeaks in her orgasm, bucking like a bridge in a storm. Squeezing his dick with her powerful cunt muscles. Pulling the jissom out of him.

"Early start tomorrow. I'll give you a call. Love you. Bye!"

And he's gone. The twenty minute walk back to his place. Lost in thought.

Shit!! What's happening? But he puts it out of his mind. Just a couple of queers that's all. But that blowjob was good. Wouldn't mind... Shame Pamela won't. The kid was really into that shag from the noises he was making. Bloody hell! Must hurt to take a pounding like that. He remembers his mother's expression: 'Hurts like buggery'. How did she know eh? No, I'm not going there. And he drifts off to sleep.

Still hot the next day. Still behind schedule. Waiting for a delivery that's late. Faffing around doing little bitty jobs. Tidying up. Foreman getting antsy.

Half an hour to go. Time for a piss. Down the path to the toilets. Black guy from yesterday sitting on the bench. Legs spread. Sees Craig. Starts playing with himself.

"Alright bruv?" he asks.

Craig mumbles and heads for the toilets.

It's empty. He stands at he urinal and gets his cock out.

The door opens and the black guy comes in and stands next to him. There's plenty of other spaces but he's taken the stall right next to him. Fishes out his cock. Craig watches as he strokes it. Watches it thicken and lengthen. Shit!! Is that what the kid took up him yesterday? Must have hurt 'like buggery'. And he smiles to himself.

Black guy sees him smiling. Puts a hand round and strokes Craig's ass.

"Lovely ass mate,"

Craig freezes like a rabbit in the headlights as the black guy gets his hand down the back of Craig's shorts, running a finger down till he finds the hole... "Yeh man, like to service that..."

The door opens and someone comes in. Shit!! Craig pulls his jeans up. The black guy pulls away from him and with his cock still out and hard, heads for an empty cubicle.

Craig just stands there. Waiting for his dick to go down. The middle aged man who just came in is looking at him, trying to get peeks at his cock.

Craig zips up and leaves.

Pamela's on the rag so no nookie tonight. So it's straight home to take matters in hand. Slicks his cock with some cream, sliding his fingers up and down the shaft, caressing the head, gently tugging on his balls. But instead of the usual movie of tits and pussy running in his head, there's a big black cock, there's strong fingers stroking his butt, seeking his hole. And in the movie, just as the cock is aligning with his ass, he comes, hot licks of semen hitting his face, the rest dribbling down his chest. Shit!!

A pizza and some beer. Then he's on the internet. Request from a mate in Dubai to Skype but it's too late now. Have to be another day. Just browsing around. Finds tumblr. Then idly following links he ends up at a page he never thought he'd be looking at. Image after image of hard black cocks. Pointed ones. Curved ones. Thick shafts. Bulbous heads. Cut and uncut. Fat ones hanging low. Animated gif of a black cock pounding a white ass. The black buttocks flexing as they plunge over and over, the balls banging against the ass of the kid who's getting bummed. Craig's got his dick out, stroking its silky hardness, playing with his balls.

Then a movie. Colombian boxer, black guy, muscles on muscles, raging erection ramming into the ass of some hapless white bloke who seems to be loving it. Then as usual in porn the boxer pulls out before he comes, shooting his load all over the white ass. Craig comes again. They disentangle. The 'boxer' plants a kiss on the mouth of the white bloke and they go into a hug. Fade to black. Shit!! That was horny.

The next day. Same story, Craig heading to the toilet after work. The black guy is sitting on the bench as usual. Thick thighs spread. One hand draped over his wickedly bulging crotch.

"Alright mate?" Craig says to him.

"You ran away yesterday," the guy says. "You shoulda waited, we coulda had some fun together."

"I'm not interested," Craig replies.

"Really? Your cock is calling you a liar!" the guy says with a grin. And sure enough, Craig has got an obvious boner. "You know you want it man. You watched me plugging that kid's ass and you wanna know what it feels like. You ever been fuck?"

"No, I haven't," Craig replies.

"Shee-it! I got me a virgin! What's your name virgin?"

"Craig," he says then wishes he'd given a false name.

"Name's Devon," and they shake hands. Devon curling a finger inside Craig's hand and scratching his palm. To Craig it feels like he's being initiated into some secret brotherhood, which of course he is.

"You got a good build on you man," Devon goes on. "Good strong body."

"So have you," Craig replies.

"I like a man with a good build, means he can take what I need to give. You know what I mean? I mean that kid you saw me with, nice bum. Must be the second or third time I've had him. But I always have to hold back with him. He just can't take it when I'm in full fuck."

"Right," Craig says.

"So when we gonna play?" Devon goes on.

"I don't know if I want to," Craig replies.

"Aw c'mon man. You gettin' me all hopeful here. See what you done to me!"

And Devon hauls his cock out. It's stiff and dark with a purplish head.

"You can't do that here!" Craig says.

"It's for you man. You wanna see what you gonna get? Well here it is. Look at it man. Touch if you want. Feel how hard it is for you."

And Craig puts a hand round Devon's stiff dick. Feels the girth, the heat, the softness of the skin, the heart beat pulsing through it.

"That's nice man," Devon says. "Your hand feels good on my cock, nice and friendly. Alright?"

"Yeh, alright..." Craig breathes. He's never touched another man's cock before. And this one is a prize. Thick and heavy with a bulbous knob. "A real cunt buster," he thinks.

"I'm gonna do this for you as a friend man," Devon goes on. "You're all tied up with thou shalt nots, you're all thou-shalt-knotted up man," he says laughing at his own joke, "And I'm the one to set you free. Show you your true self. I'm nice like that."

Craig laughs at Devon's chutzpah.

Devon's on a roll. "Some people pay thousands to go to India to find themselves. I'm gonna show you right here. Right now if you want!"

"No not now," Craig replies.

"Yeh, you're right man. I should take my time with you. So listen, later when it gets dark. There's a fence by the road that's broken. You can get through there. Meet you here at ten. OK?"

"OK," Craig says.

"Now don't forget why you're coming here tonight man. It's to take my cock up your ass. Just be clear about that and don't chicken out on me. I got a good load backed up that I'm gonna give you OK?"

Craig and Devon bump fists. And as Craig heads into the toilet, Devon calls after him, "No playing with yourself you hear, and don't go talkin' to no strangers!"

Craig's in the shower in the tiny bathroom of his flat, washing the dust and dirt of the day off him. "I'm crazy," he thinks. "I'm going to meet that guy in the park and he's going to fuck my ass. I'm crazy."

But his cock is rock hard. Thinking about Devon. Wants to blow a load. No, mustn't. Gotta keep it for tonight. Cleans himself out good. Runs a finger round his hole. Pushes a soapy finger inside. Feels strange. Sexy but strange.

Phones Pamela to see how she is. Tells her he won't be coming round tonight. Tired in all this heat. That's alright. See you another time. Tomorrow maybe.

Puts on jogging bottoms, something easy to slide down. Looks at himself in the full-length mirror. Grabs his phone and takes a selfie. Wanna see if there's any difference before getting fucked and after.

Walks to the park. Through the gap in the fence. He's early. About half an hour. But Devon's already there on the bench.

"I got a couple beers for us. Help you relax."

"Thanks man," Craig replies.

"Glad you came man," Devon says.

"I never done this before," Craig says.

"Yeh, yeh, you said. You gotta girl?"

Craig nods.

"This'll make you a better lover, man. You'll know what it's like to take it as well as give. She'll appreciate it. She'll feel the difference. You come today?"

"Only this morning,"

"That's alright. Let me feel."

And Devon is stroking Craig's dick through his jeans.

"Can I get it out?"

Craig doesn't answer but pulls down his jogging bottoms.

Devon admires Craig's cock. "Not bad for a white man!" Runs his long fingers over the head, squeezes the shaft. "OK?"

"Yeh," Craig breathes.

"C'mon get mine out as well."

And the two men are sitting there on a park bench, sipping beer, stroking each other's cocks. To Craig it just feels so friendly and natural.

"Nice balls, nice and fat," Devon says then runs his hand between Craig's legs, seeking the hole. Craig freezes. Devon realises he's moving too fast.

"Relax man. It's alright,"

Craig's phone goes. It's Pamela. He ignores the call.

"I'll switch it off," he says.

Devon is stroking Craig's chest and arms. Feels how strong Craig is. Yeh, gonna show this boy who he really is, Get him opened up good. Get him to take it. Get him wanting it. He'll be phoning me up all the time, wanting to get fuck.

Craig's t-shirt and jogging bottoms are off. He likes Devon's touch. Devon running his hands all over him. Craig stroking Devon's back. Never touched a man like this before. But he's glad there's no kissing. He couldn't handle that.

Then Devon drops to his knees and take's Craig's cock in his mouth. Craig wasn't expecting this. Feels Devon's lips suctioning the shaft, his tongue tickling the head, his hands caressing his balls.

"Oh, yeh man!"

Devon knows what he's doing. He's been having mansex since he was 13 when his uncle Tobias taught him to suck, to take cock and later when he was full grown, how to use that mighty endowment of his. "Gonna teach you how to give pleasure with what the lord God gave you. Now ease that thing into me slowly..."

Give pleasure. Get them wanting you. That's what his uncle taught him. And that's what he's doing to Craig. Driving the boy out of his mind, taking him to the edge of coming then pulling back before driving forward again. Letting it build, wave after wave. Each wave larger, more intense. Working his finger round Craig's sweaty hole. "Gonna get you open boy. Gonna make you come like you never come before."

Craig is on a cloud. The beer has relaxed him. He feels like a doll in Devon's hands. Loving what Devon is doing to him. Giving in to his touch.

Then Devon is behind him, spreading his ass cheeks, diving his long pink tongue into his ass pucker, licking and drilling till Craig is moaning, pulling his cheeks apart wanting Devon to go deeper.

Devon spits on the hole and slides a finger inside as Craig wanks himself, feeling the pleasure build, wanting to come. But Devon knocks his hand away.

"Later boy. You get to come later."

Then he feels the head of Devon's cock nudging his hole. It's hot, it's slippery it's rock hard.

And the push begins.

"Yeh?" Devon asks him.

"Slowly, please man,"

"No worries, just let me in."

And Craig feels the muscle stretch. There's pain but nothing he can't handle. Devon's taking his time. If he had poppers then he'd drive straight in. But this way's better. Feeling Craig slowly giving in to him. Opening. Accepting. Yielding.

Craig feels Devon against his back, the cock sliding in and out, each time further in as he opens.

"Alright?" Devon asks.

"Yes, OK," Craig replies as Devon reaches round and finds Craig's nipples through the soft hair. Squeezes. Craig feels the electricity flash from his nipples to his groin. Feels himself open, feels Devon's cock push in. Why has no one ever played with his tits before?

Then Devon pulls all the way out. Craig feels abandoned, empty. Then after applying some more lube, Devon aligns the head of his cock to Craig's open hole and drives straight in, a hole in one, all the way to his balls. Craig grunts in surprise.

"Yeh!!" says Devon. "Got you baby. Got your ass!"

"Yeh," Craig agrees as his body accepts the invader. He's getting fucked. This is what he wanted. All his attention is on the feeling of Devon's long thick prong inside him. Plunging in and pulling out. Over and over.

"Great ass man. Just right for my dick," Devon is cooing. "I'm gonna be tapping this ass a lot from now on."

"Yeh," Craig says, feeling Devon's hot body pressed against him, Devon's arms around him, their sweat mixing on their skin. Feeling Devon's balls banging against him with each thrust.

"Fuck me man!" Craig says.

"You got it!" Devon says, proud of himself. His is the first cock to breach the ass of this muscular young construction worker who's moaning like a whore beneath him, loving every thrust.

Then with hardly any warning Devon feels his orgasm approaching. He hunches forward, grinding as deep as he can as his cock spasms and his spunk is forced out into Craig's bowels.

"Wow!" Devon sighs.

Craig has shot without touching himself.

"Shit!" Devon says. "I did that? I made you come just by fucking you?"

Back home, Craig takes another selfie. Looks at the difference. Before and after getting fucked. The before photo looks tense and apprehensive. The after photo has got a big happy grin. Not going to put them on my facebook page though.

Devon is happy as well. It wasn't just "wham bam, thank you man". It wasn't just his big black cock. They sat chatting afterwards. Talking about football, about women. About life. He likes Craig as a person.

Craig has never had a black mate before. He's known black guys of course. At school, as workmates but never as a friend, someone to go drinking with. He likes Devon. Wants to see him again. And definitely wants more of that cock.

But Devon likes to brag about what he's done. He's still young that way. Tells his older brother James that he fucked this white guy and gave him a hands-free orgasm.

James wants to meet this white guy and Devon is feeling torn. On the one hand he likes Craig and wants to protect him. But on the other hand he'll do anything to please James. This could cause problems.

But for the moment he's not ready to share. He tells James, later.

"When later?" James says.

"Later, later," Devon replies.

Craig phones Devon. They arrange to meet that evening. Craig's place. Devon brings some beer. Craig's got some weed.

The sex is slow and easy this time. Craig is learning to relax and open. Devon is proud that he's got this sexy white stud hungry for his dick. Then after some beer and some smoke, Craig sits on Devon's cock. He opens more easily now. Slides himself all the way down. Wiggles about, feeling the massive cock massage his sensitive insides. And soon he's pulling himself up and slamming himself down harder and harder, loving the feeling of the cock doing wicked things inside him.

Then Devon flips him over and the real shagging begins. Devon driving his thick black cock into Craig's tight white ass. Listening to Craig's moans and his exhortations to fuck him harder. Yeh, man, this is the boy for me. Taken to cock like a duck to water. Have to train him to suck cock and lick ass. That'll be the next step.

But James is keeping up the pressure on Devon. My little bro's got a fuck-buddy. He's gotta learn to share with me like I share with him.

So Devon decides to float the idea with Craig.

"My brother would like to meet you. I told him what a good fuck you are."

"You told him what?" Craig rejoinders.

"C'mon man don't wig out on me. He's my big brother. I share everything with him. Ever since our dad left home and my ma started drinking. He's cool. He just wants to meet you that's all."

"OK. When?"

So they set up a date.

"He just wants to check you out, make sure you're cool. I told you, he looks after me. Makes sure I don't get into trouble. He stopped me getting mixed up with gangs and shit. Made sure I finished school."

And Devon brings James over.

"You're right, he is cute," says James.

Craig blushes.

James is shorter and stockier than Devon. Built like a wrestler. Bit of a gut on him but it kind of goes with his stature. He's all in proportion.

"Thanks for meeting me," he tells Craig. "I look after my bro here and I just wanted to check that you're looking after him."

"He looks after me fine, James, I told you," Devon says.

"Let me be the judge of that," James continues.

"What do you mean?" Craig asks.

"Show me what you do."

"Huh?"

"You're gonna put on a little show for me. See if you're doing it right."

Craig thinks this is weird but Devon seems to think it's cool.

So James sits back as the two younger men strip off.

"That's a good looking white boy," James says. "Hung almost as well as us. Let me see that thing."

And Craig goes over to where James is sitting. And James is inspecting him like a piece of meat. Feels the heft of his cock. Gives his balls a little tug. Craig winces. Turns him round and squeezes his ass. Craig is getting really turned on by the attention.

"Go on bro, suck his tits, let's get his motor running."

And Devon is working on Craig's tits while James is stroking the white man's straining cock.

"Nice," he says. "You gonna suck him?" he asks Craig.

"I never done that," Craig replies.

"Just a minute. Devon, you suck him don't you?"

"Sure!"

"And he don't suck you! That's a bit one sided don't you think? Go on. I'll give you pointers."

And Craig takes Devon's cock in his mouth. It's not as bad as he thought and soon under James's instruction, he's slurping up and down the length of it.

"That's sweet," James says. "Getting me going too man, watching you two lovebirds. Gotta find me a place in this action."

James strips off. Bull-like would describe him. Thick everywhere. And his cock! Devon's got him beat for length, but for girth, James takes the prize.

"Shit man!" Craig says.

"Come and say hello to him. He's been lonely, feeling left out."

And Craig takes James's cock in one hand and Devon's in the other.

"That's nice," says James, "That's real friendly. Isn't it bro? Now let me see what you do..."

And James watches as Devon fucks Craig. Sits stroking himself, listening to their moans, watching their smooth muscled bodies shining with sweat, gets in a better position to watch Devon's cock pummelling Craig's ass.

"Nice, man. Good action," James says as his brother's spunk oozes out of Craig's ass. "You been practising. Yeh? But you still don't got it right. You gotta vary the strokes. You can't longdick him all the time. Let me show you."

And James aligns his cock with the hole and shoves it in. Craig gasps.

"You gotta make 'em squeal a bit. Show them who's boss." And he's pinching Craig's sensitive nipples.

Devon watches his older brother's technique. How he varies the strokes, longdicking, then pulling out all the way, then running the head back and forth through the pucker before shoving back in, then stirring the honey pot, followed by some gentle longdicking interspersed with some vicious stabs.

"And if they start complaining, wanting you to slow down, just give their balls a good hard squeeze to let them know that you're running the show. That shuts them up and also tightens their ass up. Some guys really get off on that. C'mon you try him now."

James pulls out and Devon slides back inside Craig's ass.

"You OK mate?" he asks him.

"I think so," Craig answers as Devon copies what James has shown him.

"That's better bro!" James comments. "Much better!"

And Craig is moaning and wriggling as Devon's cock works its magic inside him.

The two brothers tag team him for an hour or so. Each pulling out before they can come. Craig is flying.

"You reckon he's ready to take two cocks at once?" James asks after they've both finally come.

"Both your cocks?" Craig says.

"Nobody asked you boy!" James snaps. "So what do you reckon bro?"

"Maybe once we got him properly loosened up," Devon replies.

"Yeh, OK. I think Carlton and John would like a ride as well."

"Why not?" Devon says.

"Yeh, man we can get our bitch here to pull a train. Video it! What do you reckon?"

Craig phones Devon. "I'm not sure about all this, man."

"You mean about bringing other guys in?"

"Yeh, it feels kinda weird."

"But you enjoyed it with James didn't you. You loved it when we were taking turns up you. You came loads man, at least three times. I told you, you've found yourself. I'm proud of you!"

"But four guys?"

"You can take it easily man. If you liked what we did with James then you'll love Carlton and John. They're sweet guys. Wouldn't hurt a fly. They've both got girlfriends but they like to get it on with a dude from time to time. We'll fuck you good man, I promise."

"But what was James saying about two cocks up me?"

"That's only if you want and only when you're ready. You're turning into a great fuck man. The best I've had. You can take whatever I give you. Hard as I want. I appreciate that. And you're a really nice guy as well."

"OK. I'll think about it."

"He's up for it bro," Devon is telling James.

"Cool!" James replies. "Carlton and John are going to love that cute white ass. We're gonna fill him to the brim with black man's come."

"Yeh bro!" and they high five.

Carlton's a businessman. Got this place out of town. Mansion with an electronic gate. To be honest I'm not quite sure what his business is because he keeps it very much to himself. James owes him for certain favours. Setting him up with Craig is gonna clear his indebtedness with him.

Craig has had another couple of sessions with James and Devon and he feels more comfortable with the two brothers now. His pucker starts to flex when he thinks about them. He doesn't realise they're playing a hard cop, soft cop routine on him. James pushing his limits talking heavy shit like double dicking and ball busting. Devon cuddling him and chilling him out.

"Yeh, he'll do as he's told now," James says.

"James..." Devon starts.

"Don't worry bro. We're not going to hurt him. He's too valuable for that."

"So what do you think I should wear?" Craig asks Devon.

"Those grey jogging bottoms look great on you. Show your ass off. No underwear though. Your dick and balls hanging loose will give them a thrill." And Devon gives Craig a grope and pulls him into a hug. "They're gonna love you babe!"

It's a twenty minute drive out to Carlton's place in James's BMW. They phone at the gate and it opens for them. Then down the drive and park outside the mansion.

"James! Devon! Great to see you guys!" Carlton is a solid built black man in his fifties, salt and pepper hair, immaculately dressed. "And this must be Craig. I've heard such good things about you. We're gonna have a great time, I just know it!"

Carlton's hand on Craig's shoulder, takes him aside. "I'm gonna be straight with you man. In my position I can't go round cruising y'understand? So James here brings me guys. Guys he knows are good. Guys he can trust, who know how to keep their mouths shut, capeesh?"

"Yeh, sure," Craig replies.

"Cool. You know why you're here don't you. I just want to be clear with you. You like taking cock don't you?"

Craig nods, embarrassed.

"There's no need to be shy. It doesn't make you any less of a man. You're gonna get as much cock as you need tonight. You're the star of the party. We're gonna look after you good." And Carlton pats Craig on the bum. "Let me get you a drink. Beer?"

"Thanks," says Craig.

"John will be here in a while and then we can start the party proper."

There's large TV screen in the lounge. Some straight porn playing on it. Ready rolled spliffs lying around in the ash trays. Drink aplenty. Condoms, lube, poppers. Some mellow jazz. Everything a good party should have.

John arrives. Football player. Like the Hulk but mixed race instead of green. Muscles straining at the cotton of his t-shirt. Pants that can barely contain his thighs. Scary isn't the word until his face breaks into a smile that melts your heart.

Craig has seen him on TV.

"You're..."

"That's right baby. That's who I am. And that's why we gotta keep this among ourselves. You OK with that?"

John's voice seems to come from some deep dark canyon. Makes your balls vibrate to hear him. Craig feels his pucker open.

"Yeh, I'm cool," Craig replies.

"Good man," John says. "Hey Carlton, you got any of my favourite whisky?"

"Shit!" Craig thinks to himself. "I'm gonna get fucked by John Trevelleth!"

While Carlton is aloof, John is friendly and chatty. Wants to know all about Craig. Where he lives. What he does. Doesn't get to meet 'ordinary people' any more. Stuck up in that celebrity cloud, know what I mean? Craig nods but he really has no idea what John means. He's just blown away to be meeting him. Wondering when the action is going to start.

He doesn't have to wait long. Devon's on his knees sucking Carlton's cock. Not bad for a fifty year old. Keeps himself in good shape. That's what regular exercise with a personal trainer will do for you. The others are sitting around, smoking spliff, sipping their drinks.

"That's my bro," James thinks proudly, "I taught him everything he knows about sex. Shit, I should open a school for teenage boys, give 'em classes in sucking and fucking and taking it up the ass. Yeh man!"

Craig is bug eyed at the opulence of the place and fascinated that it's all so cool and relaxed.

John is rubbing himself watching Devon work on Carlton's cock. "Shit that nigger's got some mouth on him," he mutters. Craig is shocked to hear the n-word but he's staring in awe at John's hardening cock. John smiles at him and beckons and soon Craig is on his knees giving his best attention to John's megadick.

"Yessss," John hisses as he raises his ass to pull down his slacks. "Go whiteboy, give that dick what it needs. My balls all backed up with four days of come. It's all for you if you want. You want?"

"Yeh!" Craig says.

James is just sitting there, stroking his beercan cock. He's pleased to be paying off what he owes Carlton. Thinking of all the money he's saving.

The evening progresses. Craig watches Devon get fucked by Carlton. First time he's seen Devon taking it. Watches him wiggling back on Carlton's thick dick. Carlton whacking his ass as he buggers the younger man senseless.

Then it's Craig's turn. Carlton hasn't come yet and he wants to try the new meat. Craig's on his back, legs spread, ass pucker exposed to the wind. "This is it!" he thinks to himself. "This is where I show them what I can do."

Carlton watches as Devon licks Craig out. Licks him from his pucker to his balls, then from his balls to the tip of his aching cock and back again. Drilling his tongue into Craig's quivering hole till he's gasping for air.

"You ready for my cock now?" Carlton asks.

"Yeh, man. Fuck me man!" Craig says.

And Carlton's straight up there.

"Oh this is good ass man. You really brought me some four star pussy!" Craig is a bit weirded out at being called a pussy but he soon forgets it as Carlton starts fucking him. Devon helping things along by stroking his chest. Squeezing his nipples. It's a masterful fuck. A show of power. It's my mansion, my money, and you're my bitch. Take it!

He's shot his load. Cum is dripping out of Craig's ass.

"Me next," says James, working his cock up.

"No, James, you wait," Carlton says. "We got something special for you. John, you wanna try this hole for size?"

And John gets naked. Smooth, caramel coloured skin, muscle on muscle, balls hanging low and heavy, thick cock hard and straining. Runs his big hands over Craig's exposed body. Strokes Craig's erection. Thick fingers at Craig's well-fucked hole.

"You sure you want my big boy?" he asks. " 'Cos once he goes up you he ain't coming out till he finishes the job. You gotta really want it."

"I want him. I want you inside me. Fuck me John."

"You got it buddy!"

And Devon holds some poppers under Craig's nose as the head of John's massive cock breaches the pucker.

Craig has never had poppers before and his head is spinning as John slides in on Carlton's spunk. He's sweating and shaking. Devon is stroking his chest pinching his tits.

"This is it!" Craig thinks. "This is the cock I want."

John feels him open, pushes some more, and bit by bit he's up him, loving the heat and tightness of Craig's insides.

"You're right guys," John says. "This is first class ass."

And the fuck begins.

"Feed him more popper Devon. Now play with his dick and balls but don't let him come." Carlton calling the shots.

Craig is in another world. He's never known such intensity. He's moaning. Gasping, "Fuck me, fuck me. Oh, John, Oh god, fuck me." As John Trevelleth, football hero, plunges his massive dick into Craig's body, "Oh yes, oh yes, this is good ass."

John's stamina is prodigious. He wants it to last. He wants to treat this pussy good, give it his best. Craig's body is so responsive to him, moving with him so easy, so natural, like they've been doing this for years. So that when Craig feels John's breathing change he knows that he's about to shoot. Feels John hunch into him, driving his cock as deep as he can. Knows that John Trevelleth is shooting his load inside him.

Then John's mouth is on his. And they're kissing passionately. First time Craig has ever kissed a guy. And what a guy for a first kiss.

"Me now," says James stroking his beercan cock.

"Sure," Carlton says. "On your back."

"Huh?" James says.

"You heard," Carlton says. "You owe me interest on the loan. It's payback time."

"But I'm a top. I don't get fucked." James says.

But John grabs him from behind. And however strong James is, John is stronger.

"No! Not in front of everyone."

"C'mon dude, you been fuck before," Carlton says. "Wassamatter? You don't want your little brother to see you taking cock. Hear you moaning like a whore?"

But James is not having it.

"Let me go you bastards!" he yells, lashing out at Carlton. But he can't reach him because John is holding him.

Carlton grabs James's nuts and squeezes. "Shut the fuck up bitch! What you so worried about? Is it 'cos it's gonna hurt some? Or is it 'cos you don't wanna be seen enjoying it. Which is it?"

"Fuck you!" James screams.

Carlton tightens his grip on James's nuts.

"Aaarrggh! No! Please! I beg you!"

"He's begging now," John comments. "Ain't that cute."

"This is the deal James," Carlton says slowly and clearly. "You give your ass to save your nuts."

James sighs deeply and nods. He's afraid now. He knows that Carlton isn't kidding.

"Hold him good John," Carlton says. "Don't want him thrashing about and hurting hisself."

But Devon doesn't know what to do. Should he try to protect his brother?

"James?" he starts to say.

"Shut the fuck up!" James replies.

"It's alright Devon," Carlton says. "He's not gonna get hurt. You're gonna see another side of him, that's all."

"You want poppers?" Devon asks his brother.

"Yeh, give him a good hit," Carlton says, "I want him to enjoy this. Remember James, the more you relax the easier it's gonna be for you. Hold him good John, let's get this show on the road!"

Devon holds the poppers under his brother's nose as Carlton pushes. "Craig, give him a hand will you," and Craig is stroking James's thick cock, playing with the tip, caressing the shaft, and then engulfs it with his mouth. He wants to see James enjoy getting fucked. Carlton slides in. James gasps.

"Yeh!" Carlton says. "Got you boy, Got your ass!"

And Carlton fucks James. Slow, hard and unremitting. On and on till he feels James's body start to relax.

"Good boy. Got you good and open for me..."

James has no choice but to give in. To let Carlton do what he wants. It's starting to feel good, real good. He's trying not to moan with the pleasure he's feeling. But he can't stop himself - soft little feminine moans.

"We'll make a good bottom of you yet!" Carlton says.

Carlton shoots his load and pulls out. "Craig. Your turn. 'Bout time this nigger learned some respect."

Craig has never fucked a man before. He's never fucked ass at all. So sliding into the heat of James's tight muscular ass is a new and powerful experience for him. He almost blows his load straight away but manages to hold back. "Gotta show these guys that a whiteboy knows how to fuck!" he thinks.

And he does. Punishing James's ass with his thick white cock. Giving James's nuts an occasional squeeze the way James taught him. Till he adds his load to Carlton's spunk. Pulls out with a pop. Watches the creampie ooze from James's hole.

"Devon?" Carlton asks.

James looks at his brother pleading. He's shaking his head. The message is clear. "No, please. Not in front of these guys."

"I can't man. I'm sorry, Not my brother. I can't."

"But he's into it now," Carlton comments, but Devon is shaking his head.

"OK. No problem. John! You ready to rape this nigger's ass? We've got him good and open for you..."

"Popper. More popper." James moans.

"Devon," John says. "I'm sure your brother will appreciate it if you play with his dick while I get his ass. Craig, you feed him poppers when he needs it,"

"OK, James, you ready to become my bitch?"

James nods, defeated.

John continues. "You gonna love it boy. My big fat cock deep in your guts." And he pushes forward, sliding into James's sloppy hole. All the way in. The whole length of him rammed into James's bowels. The girth of him stretching James's aching sphincter muscle more than he thought possible.

"This must be what taking a fist is like," James thinks.

John is playing with James's head as well.

"That's good ass man. Gonna be seeing a lot of you now I got you good and open." And he fucks till James is gibbering and thrashing about beneath him. His eyes rolled back. Sweat dripping off him as the popper courses through him.

Then John pulls out. Lies on his back, cock thick and proud. Muscles gleaming. "Sit on it boy!" he says to James. "Show me how much you want it."

And James obeys, impaling himself on John's cock with a feral grunt.

"C'mon bitch, ride my cock. See if you can make me come."

And James is bouncing and wriggling on John's cock. He's into it now. Loving it. Every hot fat inch.

"Feel good?" Carlton asks him

"Yeh man!" James replies as he drives John's cock deep inside him, John thrusting upwards with his powerful loins.

The fuck goes on and on but John is holding back. Making James do the work but not letting himself come. Shit, he's got control.

"Finish him off man," Carlton says. And John flips James over without slipping out of him - he's that strong - and is soon buggering a squealing James into the floor.

"Oh yeh man, gonna shoot! Here it comes boy! Take my load bitch!"

And his cock twitches deep in James's ravaged mancunt. Shot after shot of spunk flooding his ass.

James is lying on the floor, moaning, exhausted. Come dribbling out of his hole.

"Better clean him up and take him home," Carlton says to Devon. "We're done with him."

And Devon helps his brother to the bathroom.

"I think you better drive," Carlton says to Devon when they come out. "He's fucked!"

"Sure Carlton," Devon replies.

"Oh, and James, thanks for a great evening," Carlton continues. "Nice doing business with you. See you again sometime." James doesn't look up. Devon helps his brother out to the car.

"John, how 'bout you?" Carlton asks. "You wanna stay over? I don't think you're in any condition to drive."

"Thanks man. That's appreciated," John replies.

"Craig, I'm sure you won't mind sharing with John here. He snores a bit but otherwise he's quite well behaved," Carlton continues. "You might even get another load or two out of him if you ask nicely."

"You OK with that?" Craig asks John.

"I'm very OK with that," John replies taking Craig into his arms.

They grin at each other and John plants a kiss on Craig's yielding mouth.

"Goodnight boys!" Carlton says. "See you in the morning."

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