Five the Hard Way

This file depicts sexual acts between guys. If that shit turns you off, or you find it offensive, then how did you turn up here?!

The characters in this story might not be using jimmies, but they aint real. You are. Practice safe sex.

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Anfernee Williamson of da Undaground Click. (c) 22 March, 1998

FIVE THE HARD WAY another Wildstyle tip

An off duty, green cop.

The endless ghettos of Bradford.

The two mixed as well as water and oil. But in Bradford, the oil was the ghettos that fuelled the huge industries of the city. And the water that was the Bradford Police Department was far from clean.

Damon slowed up, leaning forward on his knees, panting heavily. The light skinned brother looked far from out of place in the broken streets. With his build, and the fact he was obviously running for exercise he could have easily been mistaken for an athlete. Maybe a young black basketballer, or boxer. Maybe a footballer. Damon looked up as the afternoon sun dipped slowly behind the broken skyline of the project towers.

The suns heat was far from gone, even that late in the afternoon. That, and the hour of running behind him made Damons smooth body glisten in the suns dying light. A billowing white singlet clung to his wet, athletic form. He worked out regularly, ran daily. It showed in smooth, hard strength, taut under his loose singlet, and black shorts. A tense power under his light brown skin.

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Damon started onward again. He felt the powerful urge to piss deep in his bowls. The fact that he was willing to hold it until he reached one of the notoriously neglected bathrooms along his route put him aside from the many ghetto bruddahs that inhabited the area. Any of them would have happily pissed against a wall, dumped in an alley. The bathrooms in this area were barely a step up from the street.

Damon slowed again as he approached one particular rest room, straightening the pack on his back. He knew from experience this was one of the better. Festooned with gang graffiti, and in a heavy state of disrepair, the blockhouse building was testament to the city councils priorities. At least this one had some form of lighting, although Damon was glad he'd only needed to test those lights once on his many months of running this route.

The cool air of the brick bathroom hit the tall brother as he stepped inside. Almost instantly the stink of human effluence came to his nose. Damon ignored it. It could have been far worse, and was in some cases. Damon was just eager to piss, and finish his run before nightfall. Even though he was more than capable of taking care of himself, even an officer who had graduated from physical training as highly as he couldn't fend off a gang of 3 or 4 youths.

Damon steadied himself as he noticed someone on his entrance. Usually the place was empty. Or maybe someone just coming out. Right now, a single youth in a heavy jacket was pissing into the tarnished urinal. Damon checked him out. Maybe 14. 15? Latino. Just under 6 foot with an average build. He noticed his gang affiliations, a black bandanna tied around his head, leaving a shock of short, tight black curls exposed.

It was just one kid, even with gang connections. Damon dismissed any danger, not having seen any other bandanna'ed youths waiting outside. The rest of bathroom was empty, the four bathroom stalls open, the small changing area and benches also empty. The muscled black unshouldered his pack, and let it drop just underneath the sinks as he moved towards the urinals. His eyes checking the kids ass, hidden under sagging black jeans, and the bottom of his leather jacket.

Damon stepped up to a urinal beside the kid, easing out his sizeable organ. A stream of golden piss came easy as the light skinned brother glanced over at the latino. Daaam. Damons eyes wandered the youths form, his youthful features, a slightest hint of fuzz on his upper lip. A tight white singlet under his large jacket hugged a body that wasn't all that muscled, but worked well by life on the streets. Damons eyes hung on the kids genitals, jutting out of the opening in his oversized jeans, held firmly in hand heavy with cheap rings.

Damon didn't bother hiding his interest. He could handle the kids disgust, even if it escalate to violence. The 25 year old black gave the kids dick close attention, caressing that limp hose with his gaze. It was hardly the biggest cock he'd seen, even on someone his age, but it was a dick anyway. Damon checked out every short inch, and that broad, mushroomed head, free of its foreskin in its cut state. He practically reached out his hand to pull back those jeans, see those balls hidden well inside.

Damon raised his gaze, smiling. The kid smiled back.

The athletic black glanced down at his own thick penis with a smile, drawing the kids eyes downward. He saw the kid checking his size, Damon easing out his big balls as he pissed, shifting his big shorts down a little further to expose himself to the kids eyes. The latinos attention and the smooth feel of his piss was slowly making Damon fat. He smiled back at the latino, who's eyes were still locked on his big, dark cock. He shook it gently as he stopped pissing, shaking the excess from his foreskined head.

Damon paused a moment, waiting for the latino to pick up on his show of willingness. He glanced back at the youth, disappointed to see he was staring down at his own penis, seemingly uninterested in the black. He left himself out a while longer, turning himself slightly, but ended up shoving himself back into his shorts. The latino seemed more interested now on concentrating on piss that wasn't quickly coming from his own.

Damon stepped away from the urinals, quickly getting over what he was hoping was a quick blowjob. He dismissed it, more annoyed at his rising feeling of horniness than being played with by the kid. Maybe he had misinterpreted it. Damon let it pass as he found a halfway clean sink to clean his hands, checking his smooth shaved face in the cracked mirror. There was barely any more stubble on his head, the fine black hair of a crewcut gracing his scalp.

The blacks eyes caught the latino between cracks as he rinsed his hands. He had to double take as he noticed the kids baggy jeans down around his ankles, one hand leaning against the brick wall as he held his cock with his other. Damon turned his head to get an unfettered view of the latinos tight ass. His legs were covered with the lightest fuzz of hair, increasing slightly around that tight asshole. Damon felt his dick shift as the latino spread his legs wide, treating Damon to a brief glimpse of his balls.

The athletic black stepped slowly forward, wiping wet hands on his shorts. His penis was half hard already, creating a notice bulge in his loose shorts. The kid had played him enough, reasoned his horny needs, he obviously wanted him. Wuddup wit' all dat grinnin' an' shit then? Courage was something Damon far from lacked as he stepped behind the kid, slipping a hand onto his tight ass.

Half expecting to be cussed out, Damon was a little surprised the kid barely flinched. Taking confidence from it, the light skinned brother stepped into the curve of the kids body, rubbing his hand easily into the smooth crack of the latinos ass. He glanced downward, manhood throbbing up fully, and arousal climbing, seeing the youth was jacking off his erect cock rather than pissing like he though he was doing. Damon gave himself over to his arousal and now pained want for the hot latino youth.

The quiet bathroom quickly fuelled with the sounds of the two males arrosed breathing. The smell of impeding sex rose off their hot bodies, Damons athletic body quickly rising in a new, excited sweat. His broad, athletic chest rose and fell as he slowly slipped around the youths body, pulling him against him, pressing his hard cock against his hip. Damons hands pushed the youths hand away from his cock, taking it as his arms held his hot, trembling body in close.

"You so good, essee...." the kid panted. "You so good lookin'.....I'm so hard fo' you...."

Damon gently kissed and sucked at the latinos ear, his breath coming in hot blasts. "What's your name?"

"Ramone. I need yo bad essee..." Ramone gasped tightly as Damons strong hand manipulated his 6 inch cock, smearing precum his whole length.

"You want me to screw you, Ramone?"

The latino and black moved in the gentle, yet firm motions of rising foreplay. A sticky patch of precum soaked the front of Damons shorts were his erection shoved them upwards, the blacks whole thick length wet with it. He drove against Ramones body, the latino moving with him in the heated dance of sex. Both felt each others wetness, sensed and felt each others arousal. Nearing climax Ramone let out a groaned answer.

"You can have my ass all night, essee....50 bucks essee....all yours...."

Damon slowed himself slightly, a little turned off by the thought of paying for something that was going to be his anyway. He had come too far to be turned away, and there was no way he was paying for sex. Damon gripped Ramones body tighter against him, as if somehow showing that nothing was going to take him away from him.

"I aint got 50 bucks...."

Ramone panted, moaning as Damon drove him again towards that climax. "50 essee...."

"I cant pay," Damon panted. He squeezed Ramones short length again, knowing the kid wasn't going to give it up. Other options were coming into his sex drunk brain. "Cmon...gimme it for free....cmon bro...."

"Nah essee...I cant."

Ramone suddenly found himself hard against the brick wall of the bathroom, yelping as his arm went up painfully behind his back. Damon stepped up hard behind him, pushing the youths arms up against his back, his own blazing erection shoved tight against his ass. The latino struggled briefly, cussing loudly as he felt a sharp knife of pain shoot through his arm.

"I gave you a chance, Ramone," Damon said. His tone had barely changed, his arousal still as high as ever as his penis throbbed against the youths butt. "Now I'm taking you in for prostitution."

"Whut da FUCK?!" Ramone gasped, this time in pain as his face pushed hard against the cold brick.

"I'm a cop. I'm taking you in for prostitution," Damon repeated. "It didn't have to be like this. I gave you a chance to give it to me for free."

Ramone did all he could do, helpless under Damons superior, athletic strength. Cuss. "Fuck yo pig. FUCK. YOU! Ima gonna FUCK YOU UP!"

"Nah. I'm gonna fuck YOU, then take your ass down to central." Damon panted hard, a new, more intense arousal hitting his athletic form in the excitement of the struggle. The ease of controlling the latino. The mere thought of TAKING the hot young kid, even though he wasn't going to give willingly.

Damon glanced backwards to where his pack was, remembering he had left all his stuff in it. Gun. Badge. Bottle of drink, his money, the film he needed to get developed from last weekend. His cuffs, which would have made it a little easier to control the struggling latino. Damon ignored it, enjoying the feeling of the kid struggling against his stronger body. He grabbed a fistful of the neck of Ramones leather jacket, and dragged him over to the benches, still twisting his arm back painfully. Somewhere along the way, Ramones baggy jeans feel free of his ankles.

"Don't struggle. Give it up and I wont book you for resisting arrest." Damon grunted. He shoved the latino forward, pulling his leather jacket straight back off his arms. The light skinned brother quickly grabbed him again before he had a chance to resist, pulling him hard against his tight body.

"Mah boys are gonna fuck yo up, pig." Ramone hissed. Damon ignored him, taking him down on the benches, pinning him under his heavier body.

The muscular brother looked Ramone over, panting, noticing the kids intense erection. He smiled. "Your boys aint here. And in a while your ass is going to be down in lock down back at central."

"Fuck yo!" The latino still put up a fight, in words only, knowing he was well beaten physically. Damon tore his singlet off his body, leaving Ramone suddenly naked, and incredibly aware of his own sudden feelings of want.

In the brief struggle Damons long body had drawn a good sweat. The light skinned brother felt the youths eyes on him again in a whole new way. Exploring. Realising feelings. The two paused a moment, panting, staring. Wanting. Needing.

Damon dragged his singlet off, exposing his hard muscles. Strong shoulders leading to a broad, athletic chest and long biceps. His abs were hard, incredibly developed, touched by a light hair that lead behind the huge shaft pulling his shorts up in an unavoidable tent. The outline of his head was obvious, straining against the otherwise loose shorts, the material wet with heady smelling precum. The legs of the shorts were pulled up by the erection, exposing long, athletic thighs.

Now a more than willing participant in the rape, Ramone struggled to get his legs open and up. Damon fought with his shorts, unsnagging them from his growth and shoving them downward as he moved against his young partner. His huge, 10 inch penis thumped against Ramones stomach as he struggled to kick his shorts off, dwarfing the youths 6 inch hardon. Its huge thickness was tight, veined, and dead straight, the same width its whole length. Precum oozed against the latinos hot body, quickly lubing both their cocks, creating a powerful stink of male sex.

Ramone struggled again suddenly. He had no idea why. Because he had been? Because he was being assaulted by a cop? Because he was scared of Damons incredible size? Intimidated. Incredibly aware of the pain it could cause, blinding the pleasure. Because something of the struggle against the light skinned brother felt good?

Damon quickly controlled Ramone, feeling his naked, youthful body slipping against his wet muscles. He felt himself heading towards a strange climax as he fought with the youth. He struggled more, Damon twisting the latinos sweaty, tight body under him. Damon wanted him so bad. Needed him. His throbbing hardness rubbed against the young vatos body as he fought to turn Ramone over, and bare him to his sex.

The two struggled briefly in reality, an eternity in arousal. Two incredible opposites. Cop and gangsta. Man and boy. Two males engaging in the act of sex. Damon struggled to put the youth down under him, tensed, hard muscles. Begging to experience his young ass, to open him to the experience of his age and developed organs. Ramone, struggling, still wanting, but fighting the older black, needing to feel his size shift into his young body. A latino youth, barely developed himself, begging to feel Damons own.

Damon wrestled hard against the latino. His big cock rubbed hard against Ramones body, suddenly feeling rough pubes scratching against his throbbing hard on as he shifted over him. The struggle escalated to hard rubbing, rough foreplay as the two writhed in a powerful arousal. Sweat and precum from Damons huge penis slicked the two as Ramone gripped desperately at the blacks athletic muscles, the light skinned brother torn between struggling to turn him, and rubbing his length against the youths smooth body.

Thick, drenching ropes of white cum sprayed Ramones stomach, chest and face as Damon suddenly climaxed. The power of the moment took both of them by surprise, Damon gasping as rope after rope of thick cum exploded from his cock. Ramone tasted the blacks seed on his lips, writhing with him in the pleasure of his peak, getting his free hand down around his giant, throbbing shaft. The latino felt the surge deep in Damons flesh as he milked all he could, pulling hard at his 10 inches.

Lubed by sweat, cum and precum, Damon looked down at Ramones heaving, cum dripping body, feeling his fist around his throbbing erection. He saw a hunger deep in Ramones eyes, reflecting his own as the youths hand jacked him off, stroking hard muscle. Damon turned the kid over, Ramone going with it, wanting it as bad as the brother to experience his size and power. He spread under Damon, offering himself, willingly, begging for his pounding sex.

Moving against Ramone in a desperate hunger, Damon put his organ against the latinos tight ass. He spread his young cheeks, seeing his prize exposed, covered with the light fuzz of hair that ran his thighs. How many cocks had shoved up in the latino? How many other people had come here and fallen to Ramones offers, driving themselves deep inside the youth. How many had given Ramone their manhood deep up inside him when he was barely discovering his own?

Damon fantasised he was Ramones first, taking his virginity, awakening his manhood. Who cared how many others had had him. Damon was determined to show the kid his more than adequate size. Power. Experience. Age. The 25 year old showing the latino youth what no others had.

The 15 year old gangsta cried out under the cop as his cock shifted against him. He struggled, this time in fear and pain, easily held fast by Damons ample strength. Sweat and cum slick bodies moved again in unison, Damons light brown muscles writhing as his shaft shifted between Ramones young thighs. It gradually shifted inward on the vato, slowly, inevitably. His big size was barely shaped for easy entering, all thickness, wedging and holding open Ramones young flesh.

"OH GOOOOD!" Ramone cried out, pushing up against Damon who held the latino gangsta in a sexual deathgrip. Dispite the pain, the youth impossibly cried out for the light skinned black to keep pushing.

Damon pushed, shifted, entered, dragging his length into the latinos tight heat. Slowly the two joined. Man and boy. Gangsta and cop. Strength and size shifting gradually against mere flesh, a 10 inch transition that finally ended with a painfulled cry from both. Damon panted as his balls nestled between Ramones sweating thighs, his thighs pushed hard against the latinos tight ass.

Possessing a strength and stamina far beyond the young gangstas, Damon began fucking in more and more fluid movements. His thick penis began opening Ramones body, gradually, both giving and taking. Damon held Ramones young, smooth body, revelling in his youth, his rough, gangsta nature. The forbidden pleasure of man and boy, of male and male. Of gangsta and mortal enemy. A midpoint somewhere within his throbbing ten inches, and Ramones young ass.

"Fuck me!" Ramone grunted. "Screw me yo fuckin' pig!"

Damon drove up in the kids ass, writhing with the pleasure that ran though his body like warm water, burning in his big erection like fire. His breath and fucks came in steady grunts, his light muscles bunching, powering, screwing the bucking gangsta youth under him. Sweat, cum, and the juices of Ramones loosening ass slicked Damons driving tool. The brothers powerful hands gripped the youths smooth body, his strength, power and size possessing the kids every inch. In return Ramone controlled the 25 year olds whole body, both moving as one.

"Fuckin' pig!" the kid cussed, crying out. "Get yo fuckin' hands off me!"

Both drunk on sex and fantasy, Damon and Ramone moved in sex more powerful than either had experienced, heightened by circumstance and participants.

"Your fucking ass is mine, vato. Beg all you fucking want. Gonna to rape your teenage ass!" Damon slammed against Ramones youthful frame. The muscular brothers gaze ran along Ramones sweat slicked back, up to his head. His eyes fell on his black bandanna. "Fuck all your fucking gang! You damn fucking gangsta bitch! Not so fucking tough now I'm raping your fucking ass!!"

"Stop! Damn!!! God!"

Damon pounded again and again, suddenly fucking air as his cock ripped out of Ramones ass. The muscular black felt the cold sting of concrete as he hit the ground hard, the warm pleasure of sex ending like the shock of a bucket of cold water. Dazed, confused and lost, Damon stumbled blindly, feeling a sudden driving kick to his ribs. Something like a mountain smothered his naked form, cutting his breath short as he writhed on the ground.

"Fucking pig."

The voice was dark. Calm. A heavy latino face stared down at him, a giant of a figure holding him by the throat. He was dressed in oversized blue jeans, a white tshirt that near hugged his huge bulk of muscle, a blue plaid shirt buttoned at the neck. A black bandanna circled his big head. Intense brown eyes stared ice at Damon, a grim mouth framed by a smooth, thin goatee.

"Yo, vato. Yo cool?"

Damon surveyed the new scene. Oh shit. He realised then the sudden, real danger he was in. Besides the big latino holding him down, and the lanky one tending to Ramone, three other young latino gangstas filled the small toilet black. Apart from the one holding him, who looked just over 20, they were all young, all street hard, dressed in similar fashion, black bandannas around their heads.

"Damn yo! Whud da fuck he done to yo man?"

Damon heard Ramone muttering quietly, telling the lanky newcomer that he was cool, not hurt. The light skinned brother shot a quick glance back to his captor. He was huge. Even his strength and training wouldn't get that guy off him. The athletic black stared up at those deep eyes, realising the latino was looking else where. Damon felt a strange shiver, feeling his stiff manhood responding to the guys brief glances. He saw the guys eyes move back up his body, a smug, warm smile spreading over his face.

"Yo ass is fuckin' dead cop!" swore the lanky latino. Damons attention was dragged quickly away from his captors sudden interest in his body. He saw his pack, that he had left by the door, in the guys hand.

"Fuckin' dumb mah-fucka comin' up in here wit' all yo shit, cop." Damon felt a whole new fear as the guy pulled his own pistol out of the pack. "Even bigga dumb fuck to be packin' an' not keepin' it wit' ya."

The lanky latino knelt down beside Damon, shoving the revolver up against his head. A pained, dangerous expression broke his handsome feature as he pushed it hard against the blacks head. Damon flashed another terrified glance at his big captor, seeing nothing of the interest he had seen seconds ago, instead greeted by the same dark, grim look.

"Yo fuck wit' mah boy, den I fuck wit' yo." the sounds of nervous and angry panting fuelled the air. The guy spoke in a dark hiss. "I'm gonna kill yo cop. Blow yo fuckin' head open fo' fuckin' mah boy like dat."

"Nah, it cool Jessie. Fuck I'm aiight vato."

The call seemed to get the guys attention, who quickly stepped back to Ramones side. His other boys had got him his pants and jacket, and his youthful body was partly clothed again. Damon saw something of his own fear in Ramones young eyes. What? He cared that a cop was about to get killed? A cop that would just as soon do the same in return? Damon realised what Ramone had realised. A cop who had experienced feelings in the sex as deep as the gangstas.

"Don't blow em away, Jessie. We don't need dat crap." Ramone reasoned with the lanky latino. The other three boys were glaring down at Damon with hate, everyone realising all to well the dark act he had committed against their vato brother.

"We aughta rip his fuckin' cock off yo." one suggested. "Antonio could do dat shit right now."

The big guy was smiling again at Damon, seeming oblivious to the anger around him. The light skinned brother snatched a brief glance at the sudden size of his sagging jeans, felt his hand moving to his thigh. If it wasn't for the fact the filthy bathroom block was filled with his boys, Damon was sure the big Antonio was about to fuck him.

"Why don't we fuck em like he fucked Ramone."

Antonio was grinning down on the athletic black, his suggestion coming all too easy in his aroused state. The room seemed quiet, the huge latino all but making the most obvious of advances on Damon. His eyes swept the brothers muscular form, one hand still locked on his neck, the other running the sinuous muscles to his hip, and over. Between big legs, Damons own were spread wide.

"We can make him hurt like he hurt Ramone," Antonio continued. "Show him what real latino manhood is."

Damon flashed a glance up at the rest of the boys, hoping, praying for some answer. Not only because it met he escaped from this relatively alive. But because it met whatever those big jeans hid would soon be pumping his black ass, powered by this huge specimen of latino youth. Apart from Ramone, Damon caught only blank, almost disbelieving stares. One of the vatos shifted nervously, attempting to hide a sudden erection.

"Light up the bong. We can smoke some weed and smoke his ass." the big latinos words seemed to charge the other gangstas slightly. He glanced back up at Jessie, who seemed to be nodding in increasing approval, coming to terms with an idea he was starting to like.

"Whoever don't wanna do its cool," Jessie commented. "Just rememba we doin' dis fo' Ramone. Show dis cop some true latino manhood." He grabbed a fistful of his groin, glaring at the athletic black.

Antonio dragged Damon to his feet in a second, shoving him over to a bench on the other side of the changing area. Already the area where he had just been fucking Ramone was swamped with the latinos gangsta friends, the boys sitting down, waiting their turn, lighting a makeshift bong with was quickly being passed around. Ramone looked a little sullen, shooting Damon a quick glance that went straight to his heart.

Suddenly aware of his situation again, Damon felt Antonio shoving him hard against the bench. The big latino straddled Damon easily, who found himself to both of their surprise groping at Antonios jeans. The big guy let him do what he wanted, as Damon hastily worked the latinos fly, undoing his belt with a mounting arousal.

"Please man," Damon panted as he worked the big guys jeans button. "Take your shirt off. Fuck you look so good!"

"So do you, bro."

Damon managed a smile as he realised he had more than Ramone as a friend in this potentially dangerous situation. Antonio quickly stripped off his plaid shirt, then his tshirt, exposing the deep, hulking latino muscle underneath. Damon felt his huge dick pounding at the sight, suddenly feeling the clammy heat of Antonios manhood as his hand slipped inside the vatos open jeans.

In the haste to mount the black, Antonios jeans slipped back off a tight ass, the huge latino shifting quickly to enter. Damon was in awe of the guy. His body. So big, developed. Big muscles scarred here and there, obviously from his upbringing in the streets, maybe a harsh, abusive upbringing. Gang tattoos marked the latinos big biceps, loyalties and words in permanent testimony.

Antonios true manhood was barely as large in length, a mere 6 inches, uncut, bent heavily in an almost upright hook in its erect state. His thickness mated his physical form perfectly, matching Damons easily, suppasing on shear breath. Huge balls hung loose below Antonios most male part, a heavy shock of curling black pubes spreading down the insides of his legs from the thick patch at his base.

"Don't worry," Antonio reassured. "I aint gonna rape you. By the time I'm done, the rest of the boys gonna be too high to do it either. Just lie back. Relax."

His smile did something in part to relax Damon as the latinos big hand slipped up the blacks still hard cock. A violent shudder ran his whole muscled length, Antonios hand practically bringing an intense orgasm as it ran over his fat head. Still high from the big guys touch, Damon watched drunk eyed as Antonio began slicking his own thick black organ with the blacks juice. Damon found his hand joining the effort, exploring that heavy curve as Antonio smiled down on him, rubbing at the blacks ass.

The latinos size tugged out of Damons grasp as it moved between his legs. Antonio made all the indications of someone preparing to fuck. His legs shifted Damons wider. His male organ poised like a dagger. His big hands moved to tight grips on arm and shoulder. His eyes feel on Damons as he moved on him.

The pain was intense, almost unbearable as Antonio thrust up in the light skinned brothers panicking asshole. A change seemed to take the big guy as he shoved. Drove. Raped. Penetrated. His huge latino penis shifted up inside Damons ass, tearing itself inside, breaking an entrance, intruding in the most violent way. Damon squirmed, crying out, writhing inside Antonios huge, superior embrace where Ramone had struggled inside his. He fought the pain and Antonio, writhing like a stuck animal, as another drove with animal grunts into his being.

Firm, controlling hands forced Damon into a better position for the act as the athletic brother realised Antonio was in. His ass was on fire. His ring of muscle felt damaged. Violated. Hurting beyond comprehension at the presence of the newest part of his body. A giant, uncut head pressed up against a place barely deep, but one usually untouched by his usually straight fucks. Huge balls reminded Damon of his pitiful size next to the latino, nestled hard against his cheeks.

Damon felt it all. Antonios size. His giant latino manhood burning, throbbing deep inside him. He felt hurt, pegged, wedged open. His whole being was open to Antonios size and strength. Suddenly he felt weak in the big guys presence, under him, on him. Everything he felt reminded Damon of the latinos pride, his power. His size. His driving, violating manhood. He felt like a child under Antonios experienced, larger, more powerful size. Antonio held him tighter.

The light skinned brother felt the rain of his own ejactuation falling along his chest and stomach as Antonio began screwing him. Thick ropes of cum drenched him, ran off his muscles. The big latinos strokes were hard, almost violent, pushing and sucking out. The sensation of the huge shaft shifting inside his tight ring was nothing. That giant head rubbed against warm flesh, pressing against soft insides, reaching and touching a place no straight penis could, crippling Damon in the pleasure. Damons searing climax flowed easily as the big latino built a harder rhythm against him.

Both males gave themselves over to the passion of their lust. The two moved in the pleasured motions of sex, latino and black, giant vato and cop. Now it was Damon who was the youth on size and experience. Antonio gave him everything of his 21 year old body, driving his most latino part against him in the fury of blind lust. Under Antonio and under the bodies to follow, Damon was more than easily losing the same virginity he had taken from Ramone.

Then in the mounting throes of sexual intercourse, Antonio let out a heavy moan, slamming himself up once more into the prone black. Both of them felt the intense throbbing, the tight sudden swell, and powerful release as the big latino unleashed his seed deep in the brother. Damon was exhausted under Antonios big body as he came throbbing wave after wave of hot latino semen deep in his hot ass. His thick cum fuelled him in a way he had never felt.

Still panting heavily, the light skinned brother groaned slightly as Antonio pulled himself out of his ass. He felt loose. Used. Well opened under the big latino. The absence of Antonios prowess was very noticeable, unlike the feeling of his cum in his ass, his own running almost thick rivers down his muscular body from his own multiple orgasms under Antonios insessive rubbing deep in his ass. He watched with drunk eyes as the big latino pulled his jeans back on, then his shirt, stepping away with a slight smile as another latino stepped into view.

He was stocky, and more than good looking, his big arms and shoulders shown off well by a hugging white singlet. Baggy jeans in the same style as his other vato brothers lay open at the fly, a studded black belt half undone hanging from the loops around his waist. His sizeable cock was erect up through his open fly, his hand still moving in the swift motions of masturbation.

Damon looked the guy in the face, shifting up from that thick, 8 inch member that was to be his next. He looked young, unlike his stocky body and more than youthful manhood would suggest. His face showed it, still slightly babyfaced in features. His black bandanna was tied back over his head like the rest of his vato brothers, hiding slightly his hair, tied up in short, tight tufts of black.

There was a look in those dark, youthful eyes as he looked Damons prone form over, the black could see the sea of emotions. He was high, horny, obviously from just witnessing his big latino brother in the intense motions of male sex. He looked unsure, scared, a little confused. Damon watched the stocky latino eying him over like he had almost no idea of what went where, hard cock in hand. He looked like some jock eying his first fuck.

Dropping his cock a moment, the latino kid dragged his singlet up off his body. Damon gave that chest plenty of visual attention. Big pecs, and nicely hard nipples, just begging to be sucked on. Strong shoulders and arms showed a power beyond his years, breeding of the streets. Damon watched silently as the kid put the singlet almost neatly aside, opening his jeans on a shock of black pubic hair that kept Damons eyes locked on the kids manhood. He slipped out of his sagging jeans and joined Damon, completely naked.

Damon could feel the kids fear and confusion as strongly as the heat from his body. Fuelled by lust and the inhibitions of the act stripped away slightly by the drugs he had been smoking, the stocky latino looked Damon over slightly. Damon could see his unsureness, feel his trembling. He could see that throbbing, still erect 8 inches poised over his own 10. He slipped a hand hungry for the latinos powerful young muscle onto his shoulder, slowly slipping it down his big arm.

"Get yo fuckin' hand off me faggot!" the guy shot suddenly. Damon lay prone on the bench, seeing the fire of fear, not anger in the kids dark eyes. "I'm gonna fuck yo good," he added, darkly.

With that, the stocky latino seemingly made the resolve to act. He pulled Damons muscular legs wider, his eyes looking the light skinned brothers already well opened asshole over. Slowly, almost carefully, he shifted into a better position, Damon hearing his ragged breathing, and seeing the nervous sweat on his body as he slipped his thick penis against his ass.

Damon gasped, his head dropping back as he felt the stocky vatos cock shifting through his hot ring of muscle. Already well opened by the intense session with Antonios huge latino member, this new cock, still big, eased in a lot easier. Damon groaned as the stocky vato pressed home, his mouth working in a silent moan, his eyes wide. The muscular brother felt a sudden wetness full his ass, the warmth of the vatos sudden climax washing over him.

The youth shifted down onto Damon, just as surprised as the muscular black had been at the sudden, premature ejaculation. Still very much lodged up Damons ass, the stocky vato cussed, trying desperately to stay hard, fucking roughly, haphazardly against Damons hot ass. Damon saw an angry expression cross the latinos youth, boyish face, mixed with disappointment, and the same fear.

"Shut da fuck up, bitch!" he hissed, bucking hard as the two of them felt the strength and size leaving the latino gangstas cock. "I'm gone fuck yo up so fuckin' hard an' bad!"

Damon lay still as the stocky latino ground against him, trying to get himself back up again before anyone realised what had happened. The muscular brother did his best not to touch him too much, his body still turning him on greatly, even if his dick had shot off early inside him. Sweat had started to glisten on his strong, tanned muscles, his desperate looking, yet very handsome face running with a few cool drips. The youths hard fucks were more than adequately rubbing his stocky body against Damons, his strong stomach grinding against his sticky erection.

Not far into the ordeal of the stocky vato trying to get himself back up, Damon saw Antonios huge form moving in behind the youths. He leapt slightly, feeling something against his ass, turning to see the big gangsta. Damon could see his baggy jeans were as full about the groin as they had been when he first saw him. The look in his eyes was just as lust fuelled, as he stared over the stocky latinos naked form, his cock buried up the prone cops ass.

"Fuck em like you fuckin' a bitch," Antonio explained. "Aint no different. Here..."

Damon watched as Antonio moved in closer, practically mounting the youth from behind, straddling the two of them, and pressing his groin against the vatos ass. The light skinned brother saw a smile touch the huge vatos face, feeling a strong hand slipping onto his rigid penis, as his other hand moved onto the stocky youths shoulder. Damon could see some small amount of confidence dawn over the vatos boyish features, something else as Antonio rubbed his stocky arm slowly like Damon wished he could.

"Just fuck nice an' slow...."

Damon felt the youths hardening cock shift into his depths again, as Antonio shoved himself against the latinos ass. The muscular black couldn't help notice how much harder the stocky vato had got since Antonio had moved in behind him. He could feel a stronger, more confident stroke behind as the youth began fucking, the huge latino behind him, driving him in smooth motion. Damon could see the lust in Antonios eyes as he all put started rubbing himself against the youthful gangstas ass, his powerful thrusts increasing the youths pace.

Damon slipped his hand up onto Antonios forearm, feeling instantly the muscle there. The big latino grinned back, already working the muscular brothers rigid shaft as the three of them moved in the motions of intense sex. The stocky vatos penis was just as hard, as he fucked with a new confidence, and a power more equal with Antonios hard shoves. His naked body was sweating badly, his eyes still wide like a kid getting his first piece of pussy. Damon enjoyed the hard, thick 8 inches driving within his aching ass, but his attention was back on the huge latino behind him, his expression drunk, high, as filled with lust as if he was fucking the youth himself.

Damon felt the mounting changes as the stocky vato began fucking harder in him. He could feel his own strong surges deep inside his cock, driven ever closer by Antonios strong hand. A strange expression crossed the big vatos sweaty face as Damon felt his searing release hit, lubricating his and the youths muscular stomachs with thick, sticky semen. A few more moments of rough fucking, and another hot flush fuelled Damons ass, this time from the stocky vatos pounding 8 inches. He let out a long, gasped cry, falling heavily against Damon as he released himself.

Damon panted from the intenseness of the sex, and his own climax, glancing upward to see Antonio rubbing roughly at his big groin. He saw the big latinos hand slowly run up and down the youths back, seemingly in reassurance, Antonios strong hand slipping over the latinos ass more than once. Damon could feel the big gangstas effects in the youth easily as he shuddered in his embrace.

"You did good, man. Fucked him good," Antonio was still rubbing himself, stopping his gently stroking of his brother vatos sweaty body. He pulled him gently up. "Come on. Pull out nice and slow."

Damon shuddered this time, feeling the youths big cock slipping from his wet, hot ass. He felt like a slut, so loose and opened by the two rough fucks he had received from the powerful latino youths. Damon felt the absence from his anal passage. Already it had begun to feel like he had always had something up there. As the stocky youths member left his ass he felt the sudden, cold, empty feeling. It felt more strange than having something lodged there.

Panting, he watched Antonio hand the youths jeans back to him from where he had folded them and put them on the next bench. Damon could see the other vatos sitting on the other side of the toilet block, suddenly realising the heavy smoke that was fulling the ceiling. He could see Ramone, spread out, smoking, another of his vato friends beside him ready to take the bong as he passed it back. At the other end of the bench, something that for some reason surprised Damon. The last of the vatos between Jessies legs, his head bobbing in long strokes at his lap. Jessie looked lost in the drugs and blowjob he was getting.

"Fuck he CAME on me man!"

"That just means you fucked him right."

Damon could see Antonio undoing the top button of his blue plaid shirt, pulling it off that big, powerful body. He wiped the stocky youths stomach off, rubbing roughly around his limp cock. Damon marvelled at the youth, standing naked there. His stocky body was still sweaty, his cock still big in its limp state, drooping from a tight patch of black hair.

"Get on your hands an' knees, bitch," Damon realised the vato that had been smoking with Ramone was standing in front of him. His hand was under the long length of his red Razorbacks basketball jersey, tugging at his baggy groin boastfully. "Andre gonna screw your ass STOOPID with this big thing."

Damon staggered upwards slightly, realising how tired just two rounds had made him. When HE wasn't the one doing the fucking, the muscular brother was seeing exactly how long he could endure. And if he was going to be screwed by all six of them like he assumed was going to happen. Damon was starting to wonder, enjoying the sex, but worried that he wasn't going to have the strength to get himself out of this area of town once they were done. He hoped they were going to be as high as Antonio had promised.

"Come ON bitch!" Andre pulled him roughly upwards, Damons head reeling slightly, his breath ragged. "Doggystyle bitch! Just like Snoop Dogg. Gonna feel like you got a fist up your ass!"

Damon did what the latino wanted, mainly cause it was going to mean more cock. This guy wasn't all that great looking, lanky, yet still street hard. His basketball jersey hid little of his skinny shoulders and arms, the sheen of sweat from the heat in the bathroom making the grooves of his muscles look deeper. He had a full head of tight black curls like Jessie, his black gang colors tied around his wrist. His jeans were just as baggy as the rest of his vato brothers, if not more so, but black rather than blue.

"Feel that bitch?" Damon felt Andres groin press against his ass, managing to stay on all fours as best he could as the youth began shoving against him. "Gonna wish Jessie blew your brains out, bitch cause this motherfucker gonna feel like your dying slow bitch! Feel that?!"

Damon could feel the hard lump of the lanky latinos cock rubbing against his ass, through his baggy jeans that he was still wearing. He felt Andre rubbing hard against him, his hands on his hips as he drove himself on the light skinned brothers ass. It didn't feel too bad, but Damon had to admit he'd felt larger things rubbing against him there.

"Hope your pussy is deep bitch, cause this motherfucker is long like a fucking power pole." Damon felt the youth begin to open his jeans, watching as Antonio moved around in front of him. The big vato was still smiling, that groin still huge between his thick legs.

"What you doing, essee?" Andre snapped angrily. "This bitch is mine! Gonna feel the pain of my dick, essee." Damon felt that hot, hard latino organ press against his asscheek.

"Its cool. I'm gonna make the bitch swallow some latino manhood while you plow you some pussy." Antonio explained. Damon begged silently that the loud mouth vato would just shut up and let Antonio do it. The muscular brother glimpsed that huge cock straining inside the confines of his usually baggy jeans, the big latinos hand rubbing it hard. Damon wanted nothing more than to pleasure that head.

"Yeah, get the bitch to swallow you Ant! I get me some pussy!"

Damon felt Andre moving roughly against his ass, his cock pressing against his ass as he prepared to shove himself in his ass. He was feeling sore there, recovering too quickly from the last fuck. In front of him, Antonio was undoing his jeans again, pulling back his boxers to expose that huge, hooked organ. Gently being moved in his face, Damon studied every hard, veined inch, feeling Andre begin his rough entrance.

"Cmon bro....."

Damon bucked hard, grunting as Andre shoved up in him again, groaning something he didn't hear. The muscular brother felt Antonios hand gently slip onto his shoulder, then his powerful neck, coaxing him towards that upright hook of flesh. Damon didn't need any encouragement, in awe of that huge latino penis. He looked massive, far too large to have conceivably fitted up his ass, but Damon had felt the proof. Now he was looking at it, fascinated by that hard, smooth bend, a strange twist of nature he'd never seen in a guys cock before.

Damon did his best to move gently on Antonios size as Andre shoved again up into his ass. He bottomed out a little less of a depth than the stocky latino had, and was definitely a lot less on breadth. The muscular black felt a slight bend on the youth as he began pounding his ass roughly, but nothing as extreme as the cricked manhood in front of his face. He let the lanky vato take his ass hard, concentrating on the penis in his face. The youth was at least fucking a lot harder than he had expected he was capable of.

Damons nose was suddenly shoved into Antonios deep pubic hair as Andre drove a suddenly strong stroke in his ass. The smell was almost overbearing, the thick scent of the huge vatos manhood, mixed with a dampness born of sweat and a recent ejaculation. Damon suspected he had cum while rubbing against his stocky gangsta brother. He could feel the sticky wetness of it, almost taste it on his lips as they brushed against that deep, wiry forest. A heavy fuck pressed him against Antonios huge member. Its heat almost burnt his cheek, the rigid flesh not shifting even in the slightest.

Damon tried not to waste any more time revelling in the scent and sensations of the huge latinos most male part. He wished he could take his time, wished he could hold those huge, hanging testicles. Instead Damon quickly moved his mouth up the short, curved length to Antonios big head, putting his lips onto it. He tasted the salty precum, the remnants of the big vatos last violent climax, as his mouth moved onto his thick head.

"Please bro.....please....take it in man....."

Antonio was panting heavily above him as Damon did his best to suck the vatos cock into his mouth. Between Antonios size, its hard bend, and Andres heavy fucks, it was a difficult task. The muscular brother tried to angle himself better, reaching up to stroke that big hook as best he could. Antonio grabbed him under his arms, steadying him as Damon wrapped his muscular arm around the vatos waist. Between them in their intense lust--Antonios want to have his dick sucked deeper, and Damons want to do it, they had pulled him into a better position, Andre still fucking hard.

Damon managed to take most of the 6 inch member into his mouth, feeling Antonios huge head pressed hard against the inside of his cheek. Damon began sucking hard on the huge latino, bobbing gently, while slowly rubbing what was left of that hard bend. The muscular brother felt Antonios almost violent shudder as he ran his fingers around that smooth, hard bend that ended deep in his pubes. He slipped his hand downward, cupping heavy balls, as his mouth worked on that big head. The taste, the sensations, the sheer heat was intense, next to the thought he was pleasuring the huge vatos most male part.

A few violent, hard fucks at his backside and Damon heard Andre give a loud groan, unleashing his hot load into his ass. The youth kept fucking hard, Damon feeling that cock throbbing again and again as the latino released himself. The feeling was strange, already filled with the remains of two other fucks, taking another. Damon felt more wet there than he had ever, used, loose. His strength was quickly fading as the vato pulled himself free, mouthing off about something Damon didn't hear.

Slipping to his knees in from of Antonio, Damon quickly concentrated on getting the big vato off. His hands slipped and stroked at sweaty thighs, huge, hard muscle under slightly hairy flesh. He could feel Antonio panting, groaning quietly as he began sucking and licking at the latinos broad head, getting his tongue under his foreskin. Antonios musky, overbearing smell there drove him crazy as he did everything humanly possible with his mouth to the guys huge dick.

Damon felt the strong surge at Antonios base where he was stroking him, hearing the gangsta moaning, warning him of his climax. Damon shoved his mouth down onto the big black organ, feeling the sudden explosive flood fill his mouth. He sucked harder at the big latinos member, overcome by the taste of his salty semen, the smell of his sweaty pubic bush. Damon gripped the big vatos ass, pulling him deeper into his mouth as he came again and again.

Damon felt big arms pulling him up, locking about his long, muscular body. He panted, almost too tired to go on, now wishing it would stop, dispite the pleasure. He felt a strange comfort in Antonios embrace, as he realised it was the big latino who was holding him, an embrace as tight as any lovers. His big chest felt good, his arms reassuring. Damon slipped his arms up around Antonios big back, feeling the ample strength and muscle there.

"You ok?"

"Yeah...just a bit tired." Damon muttered. He could feel Antonios heavy cock pressed against his own, which had gone quickly limp.

"You over halfway there," replied the big vato. The words felt more intimidating as Damon realised that it ment he just had to endure again what he had so far gone through. "It'll be cool. I got your back."

Damon muttered, not completely with it as he felt himself being pulled out of that warm, comforting embrace. He felt himself being shoved against one of the upright beams in the middle of the changing area, the muscular brother quickly hugging it as he realised his next sexual partner ment to take him from behind. Antonios goateed face moved around in front of him.

On the far side of the toilet block, Damon could see Ramone and the stocky youth that had fucked him second still smoking. Jessie had taken off his leather jacket, only in his jeans and big white singlet as he pulled the jeans off a prone Andre. Bent heavily over the bench in just his basketball jersey, it was obvious what the vato was about to do. Andre didn't seem so eager, but a strong hand on his back kept him down.

Damon gasped as his fourth fuck pushed himself deep up inside him. The light skinned brother was near exhausted, his ass feeling loose enough to put a whole baseball bat up. The guy entered him slowly, half pulling him onto his length, half pushing it up, in a long, firm shove. His soft ass had given in long before Damon had, letting the large intrusion shift up deep into depths that none of them had touched in him yet. Damon figured this was the latino who had been giving Jessie a blowjob, a latino with a cock that was easily 9 or 10 inches long.

Damon felt strong hands stroking his body as the hard organ started shifting in him. A wet sensation filled his ear, licked at his strong neck as hands rubbed down his muscular body. This gangsta knew something about fucking and making love, the first yet that had done anything past shoving their dicks in his ass and screwing him. A strangely experienced stroke began to grind against his ass, making Damon gasp deeper, moaning as he hugged the beam for dear life. Strong hands roamed his sweaty, sticky body. Damon felt his head forced back, and to the side, nearly cuming as his new partner forced him into a deep kiss.

Damon moved as best he could in unison with the vato, as he gripped his arms up around his naked body. The gangsta was still completely dressed, his powerful hips grinding his thick penis deep into his ass, his mouth making equally deep love to the muscular brothers. Damon moaned against the mouth as he felt someone grab his penis, a sudden wetness engulfing it deeply. Strong hands gripped his ass, pulling the cheeks wider, the vato fucking him moving deeper. The mouth on his again rigid member began consuming him deeply, sucking with a power that had his penis burning with almost unbearable pleasure. Whoever was sucking him off couldn't be straight.

Damon began grinding against the vato fucking him. He quivered suddenly, feeling himself behind pulled from the beam, the hands rubbing against his chest strong, tweaking nipples, smearing sweat and cum against light skinned muscles. The gangstas experienced mouth slipped from Damons, as he began panting quiet spanish into his right ear, grinding harder as he approached climax.

Damon looked down to find out who was sucking his cock. Antonios head was buried in his lap, his big hands gripping the brothers hips as he returned the oral favour. The sounds of hard, loud slurps fuelled the air, hanging with the stink of sex, sweat, and weed. The grunts of the gangsta and Jessie and Andre in front of him joined his own fired moans. Damon watched the scene before him with a strange curiosity, Andres eyes open wide as Jessie drove up in him again and again. Sitting on the end of the bench, Ramone had his hand deep in the front of the stocky vatos jeans, who seemed too high to care.

Damon was bought back to reality slightly as his throbbing erection surged towards another violent orgasm. For the first time since the intense sexual encounter had begun, Damon dropped his heavy load into someone's mouth, Antonios no less. Rope after rope of still strong cum shot into the huge gangsta sucking, hungry mouth, Damon dropping his hand slightly to put it gently against the vatos head.

The muscular brother hadn't expected he was going to get any head from these outwardly straight, macho gangsta youths. Even more surprisingly he was getting head from the one who was least affected by the weed and drugs that had been passed around. Around him normally very straight, quick to offend at the merest mention of dick gangsta homeboys were all involved in some form of sexual contact with another guy, mostly their own boys none the less.

Damon felt the searing release of the gangsta behind him, feeling that dick dive hard into his depths one last time. His own dying climax milked the youth as his already loose asshole clenched slightly on that hard intruder. The latino muttered into his ear, his breath blasting against Damon there in ragged pants. Slowly, gently, the youth slipped free, Antonio right there to catch him, taking him back into his big arms. The muscled latino kissed Damon deeply for the briefest second, filling Damons mouth with the taste of his own cum, and a powerful sexual need for the huge gangsta in every way. The kiss ended too soon as Antonio gently laid the muscular brother on the bench again.

"Jessies gonna fuck you next," Antonio whispered. "Hes usually way too rough, but hes high as fuck, and hes already screwed Andre."

Damon looked over at the scene, the lanky, almost weedy latino struggling on the bench, trying to pull his baggy jeans back up. He was on his stomach, dark skin gleaming with sweat, Jessie moving away from the youth who looked angry at having just been fucked, but too high to even cover his violated ass. The youth who had just had sex with Damon was moving back over, doing his jeans up, then helping Andre. Ramones head was down in the stocky latinos lap, a still smoking blunt sitting on the edge of the bench.

Damon saw Jessie move over to his bench. The latino still looked mean, even though his eyes were cloudy with the effects of whatever he'd been smoking. His blue jeans hung around him, held up by a strong, gripping hand at his groin. An oversized white singlet hung around a muscular, noticeable scared body, still shiny from his last intense act of sex. He sucked on the blunt he was smoking, passing it over to Antonio who started smoking it almost immediately. Damon hoped the big latino wasn't going to get high and into a state where he couldn't help him like he had been to date. Especially now one of the meanest latino youths was climbing onto him, with an intent to cause grievous bodily harm with a blunt instrument.

"Stick 'round Ant. Yo can learn sumpin'." The lanky, dangerous looking youth let his jeans go as he pushed Damons long legs open. He chuckled, getting the same sort of dark response from his huge vato brother.

Damon watched as Jessie looked him over, his hand slipping into his jeans. The baggy material there moved rhythmically as the sound of slick slurping fuelled the air. Damon caught a glimpse of the latinos lengthening flesh, as the slurps grew slower, Jessies motions drawing longer. Fuck!! How damn long was this vato?! Damons eyes widened slightly as Jessie continued fisting what was slowly being revelled before him, at least a foot of long, very lean dark flesh. Jessie was slowly moving deeper between the light skinned blacks legs, fisting harder, his eyes drunk.

"Aint screwed me a fuckin' bitch fo' weeks," Jessie explained in a quiet tone, still milking his rodlike shaft in long squeezes. "An' fuckin' Dre aint takin' me like I need. An' seems yo FUCKED our boy, I aint gonna hold back on YO ass..."

Damon watched the youths eyes, fuelled with a dangerous fire. The kid looked like a bad seed, if he wasn't so high, he'd probably be far more dangerous. His body looked like that of a lean, well muscled predator, right down to the scars. He was a street bred killer, probably from some broken home, probably the sort Damon would pull in after a fatal shooting. The mean, unrepentant kind. Right now holding a weapon that looked as dangerous as the pistol he had taken from Damons bag.

Damon heard the youth grunt slightly, that huge pole of dark, latino flesh suddenly raining semen down on his muscular body. Jessie leaned quickly, shoving the head against Damons lips as a quick series of shots filled his mouth with the gangstas hot seed. The lean head slipped easily between his lips, deeper as Jessie leaned that shaft of flesh forward. Damon drank quickly, forced to suck the lengthy pole a while longer before Jessie hardened again slightly.

Panting heavily after his climax, and still jacking his long penis, Jessie shifted back down the muscular brothers body. Jessies big cock drooped heavily, still a weighty piece of meat dispite its small thickness. The sound of sharp slups filled the air again, as the muscled latino worked that slick organ back to hardness again.

"Yo gonna pay fo' rapin' mah fuckin' boy," Jessie hissed. Damon saw those baggy jeans fall back off a beautiful, tight ass. A foot back along that big penis, a dark, small patch of hair, and small nuts that hugged the lean base of his cock.

Jessie shifted again, and Damon felt something that felt almost like a finger to his loose, ruined ass dip against his wet hole. He let out a deep moan as that dagger of latino flesh shifted swiftly into his depths. Jessie was long, Damon could certainly feel that, as the latino began shifting into places he never knew he had. His lean penis, and Damons already well fucked ass made the entrance almost blissful pleasure. Damon was sure he came, but his cock didn't unleash anything as his dick throbbed with a burning, climax level pleasure.

Shoving deep and hard, Jessies rough pubic hair suddenly scratched against Damons ass, his balls resting against the blacks asscheeks, just beyond his ruined hole. Damon panted, trying to comprehend the sensations of Jessies foot long cock lodged inside him. He could feel where it entered, his ass ring all but numbed to the feeling of his flesh, those balls and scratching pubic hair cluing him to the vatos complete entry. But the length throbbed in strange places, deep inside his body. Had he blacked out taking the muscular vato?

Grabbing his wrists, Jessie was quickly on top of him, pinning him, glaring at his face hatefully. Taking his huge penis had been almost overwhelming pleasure, being screwed by Jessie was moreso, even though far too rough. Jessies quickly building fucks drove that huge, lean rod like a lightning quick piston into the muscular black. The latino began grunting in what would have been violent, forceful sex. In Damons weakened, very loose state, he was feeling nothing but wave after wave of pleasure, his penis throbbing painfully, clenching in the rhythm of climax as sweat and semen lubed their muscular bodies in the lock of combative sex.

Damon grabbed at Jessies body, reaching for iron hard muscle, slipping on sweat. His hand clawed, grabbing his singlet, ripping it heavy in the deathgrip of his sexual high. The loose, tattered material fell away from slick, gleaming muscles, Damons hands clawing hard as the two struggled in the throes of their sex. The latino seemed as lost in the sex as Damon, experiencing feelings unfelt as his strokes landed deep and hard, Damon taking his full length again and again, causing the muscular black to see stars as Jessies head beat a rhythm against somewhere far too deep in his body.

Somewhere in the depths of the sex, Jessie let out an almost pained moan, joining Damons out moans of pleasure. A warmth spread through the muscular brothers body as the vato fucked him violently, joining the sensations already shooting though his hard frame. He felt Jessie slow, crying out hard, as Damon realised that somewhere deep inside him, that warmth was the latinos intense climax.

Jessies jaw worked silently for a moment before he slowly pulled himself out of Damon, a long, slow passage that felt like a never ending shit. Damons ass quivered violently as the gangstas lean head slipped free of his asshole, the vato standing up weakly from his fuck. He remained silently, not even looking at Damon who lay panting heavily on his back, lying along the bench. Jessie pulled his jeans up slightly, walking back to the benchful of youths, all but stoned, and passed out.

Damon licked his lips, staring upwards. A sight that would have otherwise turned his the fuck on, towered above him. Antonio had taken off his shirt, wearing just his baggy jeans. Damons head was hard against the huge vatos hip, probably from when he had slipped up the bench during the sex. His eyes saw nothing but the big latinos husky chest, huge arms and shoulders. Damon dreamed for a moment his head was laying in Antonios lap, cradling him after some intense sex. Just dreams.

"Hey."

Damon looked back, seeing Ramone, his eyes heavy. "You ok, essee?"

"I need a drink bad," Damon managed to mutter.

"Yeah," Ramone was chuckling, high from too much drugs. "Yo been fucked by five of mah boys. Yo lucky it aint killed yo."

"Almost has," the muscular brother muttered back, managing a weak smile. "Least I'm dying happy." Damon heard Antonios chuckle.

"Looks like I get mah turn to pay yo back, cop." Ramone grinned, rubbing his groin heavily. "Ready to take dick six?"

"Yo, I got a better idea Ramone," Damon looked up, seeing Antonio suck the last bit of smoke from his blunt. "Why don't we take the cop here back to my crib. You can fuck him, then we can both screw him to break of dawn. What you say Officer Damon Parker?"

"I'm down," Damon smiled back. "God, I'm down."

"Yeah, aiight Ant. Its cool. I owe yo anyhow." Ramone replied.

Damon watched as the two knocked fists above him. Antonio was grinning ear to ear, Damon wasn't too far off. He felt the huge latinos hand rubbing at his broad, muscular chest, saw him smiling down on him.

"Ramone still gotta take his bit of your ass, then its just you and me, bro. As far as you wanna take it."

Damon felt something soft hit his chest, realising it was his singlet he had worn into the block. Ramone was smiling at him. "Yeah, but I get mah bit of yo ass first...Then we see if Antonio can change yo mind 'bout dem charges yo slapped on MAH ass."

"He already has."

Damon grinned as the big youth helped him dress. Across the toilet block the rest of the latino youths, Jessie included, seemed dead to the world. The air stunk with weed and sex. The fresh, cold night air outside hit him like a brick as Antonio helped him walk out, a huge arm around his shoulders.

Somehow Damon knew that big arm was going to be round him for a long time to cum.