LIGHT AND DARK
Copyright (C) 1999, Fabiano Fabris [ffabris@bigfoot.com]
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Eric walked casually into the pool hall. He had dressed for the occasion: skin-tight faded jeans, boots, a plaid shirt which was partly open to reveal his trim, lightly hairy chest, a gold chain round his neck. He fit in well with the crowd except for one thing: he was the only was who wasn't Hispanic.
He sat the bar and ordered a beer, then took in the crowd as he drank. Eric felt his cock swell. So many young Latinos, flaunting their builds with skin tight T-shirts or unbuttoned shirts, their skin dark, sometimes smooth, sometimes slightly hairy. Here and there a glimpse of a dark nipple. Most seemed to have had their jeans spray painted on. It was a rough bunch, but the regulars knew why Eric was there. Those that weren't interested left him alone. Those that were interested...
A young man looked up from a pool table, spotted Eric, smiled and abandoned the game. "Ehi, gringo!"
"Hi, Pablo," said Eric, smiling. They shook hands and Eric ordered Pablo a beer.
Pablo chuckled as he glanced at the large bulge in Eric's pants. "Looking for some action again tonight, my friend." It wasn't a question. "But I ain't got no time tonight, man. Have a date with my girl in half an hour."
Eric sighed. Pablo was one of his favorites because of his well defined body, nicely hairy chest and above all, his nine inch uncut cock.
Pablo laughed and playfully punched Eric on the arm. "Hey, gringo, what's with the long face? There lotsa guys here who like what you do for us." He paused, looking thoughtful. "Wait here a second, man. I'll be right back."
Eric watched the man stride off, admiring that cloth covered butt which he had often caressed and dreamed of fucking. Eric was hooked on Hispanics, totally. He got off on the color of their skin, their unique smell, their uncut cocks, their accent. Everything. The problem was that the vast majority were straight. But many of them would allow him to blow them, some would happily plow his ass too, but few reciprocated in any way. It was frustrating, but he took what he could get. What none of his fuck buddies knew was that Eric was a very wealthy man. He came to the poor part of town so as to avoid being recognized, so he could pick up the men he wanted without risking a scandal. Sure, there was always the risk, but going to a gay bar would have spelled professional suicide. So Eric became a regular at the Rosalita pool bar in Little Havana. Since he was very well built and by no means effeminate, he was not bothered by those who might otherwise have tried to harass a gay man.
Pablo returned about five minutes later, followed by another man, who stopped a few feet away. "Eric, that there is cousin, Cristobal. Call him Chris. His girl just left him and I know he's horny. Interested?"
Eric glanced at the young man. Younger than he usually went for, but he was very attractive. Black hair, a small goatee, dark eyes. He wore a black muscle shirt which was molded to a very well defined body, revealing much of his hairy chest, and tight black jeans. The bulge at the crotch was impressive.
Eric smiled and nodded. Beaming, Pablo signaled for his cousin to approach. "Chris, this is the man I told you about, Eric. He's a good friend, you can trust him. He will take good care of you." Pablo slapped his cousin on the back and strode off.
Chris leaned on the bar and looked Eric over with a frown. "Look, I ain't no queer. But Pablo says you're good and I need some action bad. You don't want money, do you?"
Eric laughed. "No," he said. "I don't do this for money, I do it for cock. Are you man enough to fuck my ass?"
Chris' face darkened and he straightened, reaching for his crotch. "Hey, I got more than Pablo does and ain't never had any complaints!"
Eric chuckled. "OK, calm down, stud. But how long are you good for? If we're talking a five minute quickie, then forget it. I want it again and again, all night long."
Chris beamed at this. "I'm good for five times at least, more if you know your stuff."
Eric smiled, glanced around quickly, then groped Chris' crotch. The other man flinched but didn't pull back. "Good. Get used to me touching you because I'm going to be doing that a lot tonight. Oh, one last thing. You're going to having sex with a gay man and even though I won't try to fuck you, though I'd like to, I expect a bit of participation, like kissing."
Chris frowned and hesitated, then relented. "Oh, what the fuck, I'm too fucking horny to object."
Eric smiled. "Good. Let's go."
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The hotel was dingy but clean. Eric was a regular customer and so always got one of the best rooms available, meaning that it had a private bath. As soon as the door was closed, Chris pulled off his tank top, revealing a nicely sculptured torso covered in short but thick black fur. Without pausing, the Latino pulled off his jeans and boxers as well. Chris' cock was rock hard, standing straight up against his stomach, over ten inches of throbbing meat. His balls were large, hairy, but somewhat drawn up.
"Very nice," said Eric, unbuttoning his own shirt and tossing it aside.
"So what're you gonna do?"
Eric didn't reply until he too was naked, his nine inch dick standing straight out from the thick bush of hair at his groin. Then he stepped forward and gripped Chris' rod. "I'm going to suck you, and then you'll fuck my ass. But you're going to help me too. We're going to kiss, and you're going to jack my cock. It's the least you can do."
Chris frowned, but he reached for Eric's prick. "Pablo does this too?" he asked, gripping another man's erection for the first time in his life. He was somewhat surprised to discover that it wasn't unpleasant. In fact ...
"Look, no offense, but I'm not going to tell you what Pablo and I do, any more that I will tell him what I did with you, ok?"
Chris nodded, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, you're right." The macho attitude was evaporating.
Eric moved in, wrapping his arms round the other man, then pressed his lips against Chris'. There was the resistance he expected, but Eric was very surprised at how quickly Chris gave way and began to participate: after just a moment, Chris' tongue was snaking into Eric's mouth. Their naked bodies pressed together and they kissed.
When their lips parted, Eric leaned back. "Well, that was great!"
Chris blushed and lowered his head before looked Eric in the eye. "I liked it too. I don't believe it, but it's true. Man, I'm so fucking turned on! Maybe that's all it is."
Eric gently pushed the Latino back onto the bed. "Let me look at you, papi. Spread your legs a bit so I can see your balls. Oh yeah, really nice, big. I bet no chick has ever paid any attention to them." Eric sat on the bed and lifted Chris' nuts, then rubbed them gently. "Women just don't know what feels good to a man." He bent down and began licking the hair-covered balls.
Chris groaned. "Oh man, that does feel good! I would never have believed it. Lick 'em, man, yeah!" But Eric did better, he sucked them both into his mouth. "Oh shit, you're sucking my fucking balls, man! That's wild!" Instinctively, Chris spread his legs much wider, and raised them slightly, which was just what Eric had hoped for. But not just yet.
Eric raised his head and cupped Chris' orbs in one hand. With the index finger of his other hand, he rubbed the underside of the man's balls, getting close to but not touching Chris' hole. "Feels good, doesn't it? I told you women don't know shit."
"Fuck, you're right," Chris sighed, and he drew his knees up to his chest. There it was, the dark pucker, almost hidden in the thick hair which grew in his ass crack. Smiling, Eric lightly ran his finger in circles around it, still not touching it directly. He watched the muscle contract, relax, contract. And Chris moaned in pleasure, his cock throbbed even though it was being ignored. Eric moved on to the next step: he leaned down and began licking the Latino's anus. The reaction was immediate. "What are you doing, that's gross!"
Eric looked up and smiled. "Want me to stop?"
Chris hesitated. Their eyes met and he blushed. "You know what feels good, don't you? Don't stop ... please."
Eric went back to Chris' pucker. It was a dark brown color, darker than this skin around it, and ringed with black hair which grew up to his balls and back up his crack. Eric licked it gently, knowing it was virgin territory and hoping to be able to explore it further. Occasionally, his tongue would dart up over the young man's balls, swirl over them and return to the tight hole.
It was quite some time before Eric raised his head. Chris was obviously incredibly turned-on, for he was breathing rapidly and his face and chest were flushed. He gripped the Latinos' rock hard prick in his right hand, while with the fingers of his left he tickled Chris' hole. "You want to fuck me now, papi, or you want some head?"
"Oh man, you got me so hot! Can I fuck you now? Please?"
Eric grinned and lay down beside the young man, drawing his knees up to his chest. "Go for it! But don't forget your promise." Beaming, Chris quickly got into position behind Eric and pressed the head of his prong against Eric's sphincter. "Press a bit harder. Then when the head's in, just shove." Eric grimaced as the flared head of the Latino's dick stretched his anus open, then gasped as ten inches of meat were rammed into his ass.
"Just stay put for a moment," he said. "Man, you're big!" Chris looked at him with a concerned expression. "Hey, don't worry, it feels great. Just let me get used to it."
"You really like it?"
"Hell yes! You should try it sometime."
Chris didn't reply. Instead, he closed his hand round Eric's shaft. He seemed curious now. His other hand lifted Eric's nuts, rolling them gently. He looked up. "Feels good?" Eric smiled and nodded. Chris looked down again. He moved Eric's balls aside, so he could see the point where his dick disappeared into Eric's ass. A man's ass. No pussy there; instead, a hard cock and hairy nuts, which he was holding, playing with.
Chris shook his head and looked up again. "Feels real good on my prick, man. Hot and tight. Can I fuck you now?"
"Yeah, do it. Hard and fast, that's how I like it." Chris nodded and began pulling out, watching his cock reemerge from Eric's hole. When only the head remained inside, Chris rammed his dick back in. Eric grunted. "Uh huh, like that, stud."
So Chris began fucking Eric, and while he did so, he jacked Eric's cock. Not his own cock, but that of another man. A promise was a promise ... after all, this guy was letting Chris screw him so it was the least he could do ... and it wasn't difficult ... it wasn't bad at all, really. The dick was hard and warm in his hand, and it looked good too, big and fat, with all those dark veins. Chris wondered what it would feel like up his ass ... after all, he'd enjoyed having his hole licked.
With that thought, Chris came, much to his own surprise. He gasped out loud as his load spurted into Eric's body and he shook with the powerful orgasm. Chris collapsed onto Eric, who held him tightly.
After a while, Chris raised his head and smiled sheepishly. "That was great, man. Thanks!"
Eric returned the smile. "You have a great prick, man, and you sure know how to use it."
Chris flushed. "Thanks." He paused. "You really like it, huh? What's it like?"
There is was! Eric's hands roamed over Chris' back, down toward his butt. "There's only one way to find out, Chris."
Again, Chris hesitated. Then finally, "Ok, I wanna try it. But you're not going to tell ..."
"Chris, did I tell you what Pablo and I do?"
The Latino smiled, embarrassed. "Ok, sorry, I trust you." He paused again, and then blurted it out. "Fuck, man, I really wanna try it! I've never said this before, never even thought I ever would, but I like your cock. It's big, fat, real stud meat. I think it's gonna hurt, but I want to feel it up my ass. Please, Eric?"
Eric smiled gently as he spread Chris' buns apart. "It will hurt at first, because you're not used to it. You sure?"
Chris nodded. "You're no queer boy, you're a real man, and if you can take it, so can I. I always thought only pussy boys took it up the ass. I was wrong. And with you, I'm not scared."
Eric gently rolled Chris off him, onto his back, and moved on top of the young Hispanic. "Ok. You're a strong guy and I'm gonna take you hard, like you did me. It's gonna hurt for a while, but focus on my dick moving in your body, and soon it'll feel really good. Trust me."
Chris nearly screamed when Eric's cock entered him, and Eric had to cover his mouth. Only when Eric was fully inside did he dare remove his hand. "Relax, relax. You've got nine inches of cock inside you now. You'll get used to it. Breathe slowly, you'll see it'll..."
"It feels good already. My hole's burning still, but ... but your dick ... oh man!"
Eric lay down on the young man. This time, it was Chris who initiated the kiss, and he put his soul into it. He wrapped his arms and legs round Eric's body while exploring Eric's mouth with his tongue. When their lips finally parted, both men were breathless and smiling broadly. "Oh, Chris..."
"Shut up," said Chris with a grin, pushing Eric upward, working the white man's fuzzy pecs. "Give me cock! Make me a real man, like you are!"
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Later, the two men lay side by side, embraced. Chris was playing with Eric's now flaccid prick. "Can I see you tomorrow?"
Eric hesitated. "You're not going to play with me, are you? I mean, I like you, but if you're going to dump me after..."
"Shit no! You did a lot for me tonight, Eric! You taught me what I really want. It's down here, between your legs, all soft now."
Eric laughed. "Ok, Chris. Why don't you come to my place at, uhm, 8pm?" And he gave his address.
Chris looked up with a start. "You live there? Man, that means money! Why do you come down here, to this dump, to Rosalita's?"
Eric shrugged. "Truth? I like hot Latino's, and there aren't many where I live. I like the dark skin, the uncut cocks, the passion. Most guys just want a quick one and then they're back to their girls. But you... you're different. I never invited anyone to my place before."
Chris flushed and for a while said nothing, looking down at Eric's cock. He reached down between Eric's legs to finger the man's hole. Eric spread his legs wider as the finger slid into him. "You musta had a lot of guys, huh?" he asked eventually.
"Yes. Why?"
Again a pause. "Well, you were the first to fuck me, man. So I'm kinda jealous that I wasn't the first for you."
Eric was taken by surprise. He never would have expected a comment like that and didn't know how to reply. Jealous? So he changed the subject. "Turn round, Chris. Let me get at that beautiful cock of yours." Chris giggled and complied, then sighed when he felt Eric's mouth engulf his soft tool, which rapidly began to grow. He looked at Eric's cock, now close to his face. It was lengthening as well, and moving closer. Chris stuck out his tongue and began licking the head, his first taste of cock. Then he worked three fingers up Eric's ass and closed his mouth on the gringo's rod.
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It was dawn when Eric was woken by something big and hard sliding into his ass. He grunted. "Morning, Chris."
The fuck was fast and furious, and Chris shot quickly. He pulled away and said, "Your turn, Eric. Do it hard, get your morning load off."
Eric chuckled and pressed into the offered butt, a little surprised that the Latino was up to getting laid right after having cum. He too went at it quickly, already aroused by the fucking he had just received. After he came, Eric lay on Chris' back, panting. "That was great, thanks."
"No, man, thank you! I love it when you fuck me. You were right about that. Gonna do it again?"
Eric laughed. "I wish I could, but I need to get to the office." He got up and off the bed, and began collecting his clothes. Chris turned over and watched the white man dress. "So, my place at 8, ok? No, make that 7 and we'll have dinner too." He paused and looked at the naked young Latino. "Man, you're hot! I still can't believe this, really."
Chris smiled. "Me neither. A gringo fucked my ass, and I loved it!"
Eric grinned. "Hey, don't tell anyone where you're going, ok?" Chris looked offended and hurt. "Ok, sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Eric bent down to kiss Chris' lips gently. "I'll be waiting for you tonight." He closed his hand gently over Chris' cock and balls. "I can't wait."
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Early that afternoon, Chris ran into Pablo at R gringo last night?"
Chris shrugged. "It was ok," he said.
"Ok? Only ok? Geez, if that's how you feel about it, forget it, man. I just hope he comes back here tonight. My girl isn't putting out, that time of month you know. I'd really like to get my rocks off up his tight hole, you know?"
Chris felt his temper rise. Anger, jealousy. Pablo was using Eric just to get a load off. Eric... Chris was about to say something back to his smart ass cousin, but realized that if he did, he'd make a mess. So he turned and walked out without a word.
"Hey, what's up with you?" Pablo called after him. But Chris ignored him, and his rage grew.
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"I hate it," stormed Chris as soon as he walked into Eric's apartment that evening. "Those guys are just using you to blow a load up your ass, and you let them do it!"
"Hey, hey, calm down, man," said Eric, placing an arm round Chris' shoulders.
But Chris pushed him away. "Why, Eric? Why do you do it? Just letting anyone stick their cock inside you like that!"
Eric turned away, angry and ashamed at the same time. He didn't know how to deal with this. It was jealousy, of course, but why? He turned back to Chris, who was clearly fuming. "Look," he said. "You're right, they use me. But I use them too, ok? I have to be careful because of who I am and where I live. I don't get chances to meet guys, to have a boyfriend, to have sex. So I do it that way." He paused, and saw that Chris had relaxed a little. "Besides, I wouldn't have met you, Chris."
Chris looked up and managed a smile. "Ok, I'm sorry. But I don't like it. I saw my cousin earlier and he said he hoped you would show up tonight again so he could fuck you. I don't like it!"
Eric stepped forward and placed his hands on Chris' shoulders. "I not going out tonight. I'm staying home, with you."
Chris looked up, sighed, placed his hands on Eric's waist. "I just don't like hearing that other guys have had your ass, man."
"But it's true, Chris. And I'm not going to apologize for it." He was beginning to understand what the reason for this really was, but he was not going to force Chris to say something he might not be ready to say yet.
Chris nodded, and began unbuttoning Eric's shirt, then ran his hands over Eric's chest. Then he quickly undid his own shirt, took Eric's hands and placed them on his hair covered pecs. "Two guys touching each other because they both want to," he said. "Not because one is doing it just as a favor. I want to feel your hands on me, and I want to feel your body too."
Eric rubbed Chris' chest, feeling his cock swell. "You turn me on."
"Your turn me on too," Chris replied. "I like touching you, feeling the hair on your chest, the muscle. And later, I'm going to take your dick out and play with it, suck it, and then sit on it." He grinned. "I'm hard already, man. But let's eat first, I'm hungry!" For the first time, Chris looked around. "Holy fuck, man! What a place you got here!"
Eric laughed. "It's ok, I guess. A bit small, but it's just right for a guy living alone."
"Small? It's bigger than where I grew up, and there were six of us." He turned back to Eric, smiling, and reached for the other man's crotch, kneading it. "Hmmm, you're nice and hard too. I can't wait to see that big white salami."
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They ate shirtless, chatting about their lives, which were so very different. But they discovered a few points in common, such as a love for jazz and Stephen King. And they avoided the issue which had caused Chris' initial outburst.
While Eric was washing up, Chris pressed his bulging crotch against the other man's ass then grabbed him round the waist. Eric almost dropped the plate he was rinsing, but pretended to ignore Chris. But in reality, it was very difficult to ignore the hard-on which was grinding against his butt. Chris reached for Eric's belt, undid it, then opened Eric's pants. Kneeling, Chris eased down Eric's pants and briefs, then ran his hands over the man's buns. Eric stifled a groan and studiously continued washing. A few moments later, Eric felt something press against his pucker. This time, he wasn't able to refrain from grunting as Chris' erection slid into his body. Chris wrapped his arms round Eric's chest and didn't move until Eric had finished washing up, a job which Eric now found somewhat difficult due to the superb distraction.
When he was finished, Eric placed his hands on the sink. "Are you going to fuck me now, or what?"
"No," said Chris, and he pulled away. "I want to play first. Get those pants off, you look silly." And he giggled.
"What a fucking tease," Eric laughed as he yanked his pants off.
Hand in hand, the two naked men went into the living room. Chris gently pushed Eric down onto a couch, then knelt between the white man's legs. He lifted Eric's balls on the palm of his hand, then bent down and started licking them. Eric sighed and ran his fingers through Chris' jet black hair. He knew what the young man was feeling, or thought he felt. But did he feel the same way? Chris was special, different from the others, of that there was no doubt. But did he love this beautiful young man?
Eric sighed again when Chris sucked both his nuts into his mouth. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Chris was learning man sex, and learning fast. Eric spread his legs wider in an open invitation which was not ignored: three fingers wormed their way into his hole.
Releasing Eric's nuts, Chris looked up, smiling. Without pulling his fingers from Eric's butt, he lay down on the white man, rubbing his cheek over Eric's chest. "I want to make you feel good," he said. "What do you want me to do?"
Eric traced his fingers over Chris' face, his lips. "Slide into me. Not to fuck me, yet. I just want to feel you inside me." Eric gasped in pleasure as the uncut tool entered him. "Oh yeah, that feels so good."
"It's just like any other one," said Chris, his foul mood returning.
"No, it's not," Eric replied gently. "It's yours, and you're special, very special, or you wouldn't be here now. I wanted you to, well, be a part of me now."
Chris relaxed and lay down on Eric again and for a while, neither man moved or said anything. They just held each other. And Eric began to feel what Chris evidently already felt. He barely knew the man, and yet... Eric raised Chris' head and looked into the man's dark eyes. What he saw thrilled and frightened him. Those eyes spoke to his heart.
"Make love to me, Chris."
"I already am," Chris replied. "Can't you feel me inside you?"
Eric smiled warmly. "You know what I mean."
Chris lifted himself up, shaking his head. He gripped Eric's prick with both hands. "No. I want to make you feel good. I want to make this feel good," he said, caressing Eric's rod. "I want you to shove your beautiful cock up my ass and fuck me, make love to me, until you shoot inside me. Then I'm going to take it in my mouth, suck it till it's hard again."
Chris pulled out of Eric's butt and stood. He looked around, taking in the wealth around him, then went over to an arm chair and knelt on it, resting his arms on the back. He looked over his shoulder at Eric. "Well? Don't you like my Latino ass anymore?"
Eric got to his feet and went over to Chris, caressing the younger man's furry buns. "I love your hot Latino ass," he said, guiding his dick to the dark pucker.
Chris cried out as the head sank past his sphincter and the hard organ slowly entered his body. He leaned back against Eric, placed his hands round Eric's neck. "Oh man, I love your cock! I love you, Eric. Now take me, fuck me, make love to me, cum inside me and make me yours!"
Eric embraced the young man tightly, kissing his neck. "I love you too, Chris, I really do! I'll make you mine, I'll fuck that beautiful butt of yours." Then he pushed Chris forward again and spread the man's buns apart so he could see Chris' anus stretched round his shaft. Eric began to withdraw.
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Chris and Eric lay embraced on the plushy carpeted floor. Chris had his arms round Eric, his head on Eric's still heaving chest, and he was toying with Eric's balls. "Did you mean what you said before?"
"What I said?"
"About loving me too. Why would a man like you love a nobody Hispanic like me?"
"I just do," Eric replied. "You think of others before yourself. And, well, it's a gut feeling." He felt Chris' arms tighten around him. "Why would a sexy dude like you love a snob like me? Are you after my money or my ass?"
Chris laughed and punched Eric in the chest. "Right now, your ass! It's my turn to make you mine. Will you be mine, Eric?"
Eric turned on his side and pulled his leg up. "Take me, Chris. I want to be yours."
Chris moved his dick into position, but then paused. "No more guys at Rosalita's?"
"If you don't get your dick in me, I'm going there now. Oh shit!" Eric cried out as the cock was rammed into him. "No more Rosalita's, I promise. Now fuck me, please! Fuck me, Chris!"
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Eric called his office and left a message on his secretary's machine saying he wouldn't be coming to work the next day and to cancel all appointments. Then he led Chris into the bedroom.
The two men lay close together on the large bed, looking out through the huge window at the city lights. "I want you here," said Eric at last. "I want to take care of you, to have you at my side at night."
"You want a Latino stud all for yourself, huh?"
Eric turned away, physically hurt. He could not hold back the tears.
"Oh man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. Please, Eric..." Chris hugged the other man. "Hey, I was kidding, Eric. I love you!"
Eric turned over again. "It's ok. I suppose I'm not used to it. No one has ever cared before, and I guess I never really cared for anyone either till now. It was just sex before. I get turned on just looking at you..."
"I can see that," Chris interrupted, grabbing Eric's growing cock.
"But there's more to it now. So yes, I do want a Latino stud all to myself. I want you. I want your cock, your ass, your hairy body. And I want your love."
"All of those things are yours," said Chris, placing Eric's hand on his dick. "And you are mine too."
They stroked each other to harness. Then Eric leaned over and started licking Chris' chest. His lips closed over a nipple, he sucked it, nibbled it gently until it was erect, then moved to the other one. Eric pulled Chris' arm up, forcing the man to let go of his prick, and buried his face in Chris' hair-filled arm pit. After a short time, he moved astride the young Latino so he could reach the other arm pit as well.
Eric sat up and shifted forward on Chris' body so he could slide his prick up along the cleft between Chris' hairy pecs. Chris grinned. "You got a great tongue, man."
"And you've got a great body to lick!"
Grinning, Chris grabbed Eric's butt. "Speaking of which, turn round and sit on my face. I wanna see that hole of yours, eat it out." Eric swiveled round, more than happy to oblige. "Yeah, there it is," said Chris, tickling Eric's pucker. "Really nice, man. Now lower down, come on."
Eric sighed when he felt Chris' tongue on his sphincter, licking around, probing. It wasn't much more than 24 hours before that the Latino had been hesitant even to touch his cock. And now... Eric leaned forward and pulled Chris' knees up to his chest. Then he lifted Chris' butt and back off the bed. There, in the black hair that filled Chris' ass crack, was his hole, beautifully exposed. Using both hands, Eric pulled the ring of muscle open, then began licking the dark insides of Chris' ass. Chris' moans of pleasure were muffled by Eric's butt.
Eric reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and brought out a tub of lube, which he began to apply to the Latin's hole. Then he raised his butt off Chris' face. "Here, lube me up."
"Why?"
"Just do it." When Chris was finished, Eric got off him and reached into the drawer again, producing a long, black, double headed dildo. Chris gaped while Eric greased up the toy. Kneeling with his butt toward Chris, Eric began pushing one end of the dildo up his ass, groaning as he fed several inches of it into his body.
Chris got up and gripped the other end. It was much thicker than either his or Eric's cock. But he turned round, knelt, and began following Eric's lead. Chris gasped out loud when the latex head pushed into his anus. "Shit, it's big!"
"Yeah," agreed Eric, leaning back and so pushing more of the dildo into his ass and Chris'. "Push back on it, let it slide deep into you."
For several minutes the two men fucked themselves on the long dildo. Occasionally, their butts would actually press together. But eventually Eric pulled away, extracting the black prong from their butts. He lay on his back and pulled his legs back. "Hand me the paperweight," he said. Chris picked up the spherical glass object, about 6 inches in diameter, and handed it to Eric, who proceeded to press it into his ass.
"Oh shit," exclaimed Chris.
Once the sphere had vanished into Eric's butt, Eric smiled. "Now watch." Chris observed in amazement as Eric's hole slowly opened and the glass ball began slowly to reappear. Chris reached his hand out and caught it just as it was about to fall. "Hmm, that felt good," Eric murmured. His sphincter was now wide open, fully relaxed. "Now shove your cock inside me, then don't move."
Chris slid into the other man's hole, and moaned as Eric's ass muscles began milking his tool. "How do you do that?"
Eric didn't reply. Instead he said, "I want you to shoot on my cock, my chest. Give me a cum bath, Chris."
Chris nodded, but was only able to let out a low moan. He leaned his head back and rubbed his chest as Eric's ass worked miracles on his erection. A few minutes later, "Yeah, man, I'm almost there! Oh, fuck!" He pulled out of Eric's butt, stroked his prick a few times and blasted.
Eric propped himself on his elbows just as the first spurt landed on his face. More on his chest and abs, his crotch. Eric licked his lips and looked down at himself. He was covered. "What a load, Chris!" He rubbed the thick jism into his crotch hair, over his balls, then gripped his slick rod and started jacking it. Eric lay back so he could use both hands on his cock, and seconds later, shot his own load all over himself, where his cum mingled with Chris'.
"Boy, are you a mess," said Chris laughing. "But it sure looks hot!" Still giggling, Chris smeared the sperm over Eric's chest, then scooped some of it up and offered it to Eric, who licked it off Chris' fingers and hand. "Our juice, together," said Chris, collecting some for himself. "It still tastes a bit funny."
This made Eric laugh. He drew Chris down and embraced him. "Now we're both a mess."
"No point washing up yet. There'll be more before the night is over," said Chris with a grin. "I love you, gringo."
"And I love you, papi." They kissed.
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Late the following morning, Eric woke to the feeling of Chris gently entering him. "You plan on waking me this every morning?"
"Yeah, unless you wake up before me. Morning!" Chris said laughing. "I'm always horny when I wake up. Gotta get a load off."
"So fuck my mouth instead. I'm thirsty and your balls have just what I want."
An hour later, freshly showered and each wearing one of Eric's jocks, the two men had breakfast.
"So, about last night, Chris. I meant what I said. I want you here. Will you move in with me?"
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"Yes. Didn't you believe me?"
"Well, yes, but I thought it might have been the sex talking, maybe. But I meant what I said too, Eric. I really love you. Now don't get offended, but I gotta ask this again. You sure this isn't just a passing thing for you? I mean, like maybe you'll get tired of me and throw me out? Because if I leave home, I can't go back. They're gonna find out, sooner or later, where I went and they won't let me come back."
Eric nodded, understanding the man's fears. "Ok. Neither of us can know what the future holds for us. But I know now that I love you and I want you here with me. I promise that I won't throw you out and leave you on the streets. I have money, a lot of it. I'll make sure you always have what you need. You know, I might wonder that you want me for my money only."
Chris looked up, angry. But his anger quickly evaporated as he saw Eric's side. "I fell in love with you before I knew you were rich. Except that I didn't want to admit to myself what I felt. Shit, I didn't want to admit that I enjoyed touching you then either. I don't want your money, I can work, pay for myself, I'm strong. I just want you, Eric."
Eric smiled. "I know. But I had to say it, like you did."
Chris relaxed and reached for Eric's hand. "Ok. I'll go get my things. I don't have much. I guess I can leave my radio to my sister, huh?" He laughed and didn't wait for an answer. "Before I go, come sit here." And he pushed aside his plate.
Curious, Eric went to sit on the table in front of Chris. Chris pulled Eric's cock and balls out of the pouch of the jock and went down. Eric sighed in pleasure as the warm mouth engulfed his prick.
After Eric came, Chris got up, grinning. "I just wanted something to remind me of you till I get back." And he strode off into the living room in search of his clothes, which still lay scattered around from the night before.
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While Chris was out, Eric cleaned up the apartment, gathering up own clothes, putting the cum stained bed sheets in the laundry. He chuckled as he washed the double headed dildo and had a though. He put it away and pulled out another one, fifteen inches long and very thick, putting it on the middle of the kitchen table. He briefly considered mounting the sling he had, but then decided against it. Chris might not yet be ready for heavy play.
Seven hours passed, and Eric was frantic, not knowing whether something had happened to Chris, whether the young man had dumped him. When the doorbell finally rang, Eric ran to the door. Chris dropped a large but half empty duffel bag on the floor and fell into Eric's arms, sobbing.
"They know, they know already! My dad said he would kill me if he ever saw me again. My mama slapped me in the face. It's Pablo's fault, he was there when I came home. He laughed at me and called me a queer."
Eric held the young man tightly, not knowing what to say, how to comfort him. Eric led Chris into the living room, gently urging him to sit. Then he made him a drink, which Chris downed in a gulp before opening his arms for Eric. For a long time, the two met sat, embraced, saying nothing, as Chris' sobs gradually lessened.
Finally, Chris raised his head and wiped his eyes. "Oh man, all my past is gone now. All I have is you. Don't hurt me."
Eric smiled gently and began to slowly unbutton Chris' shirt so he could caress the man's chest. "And all I have is you, Chris. We have each other, our love." Chris watched passively as Eric undid his jeans and gently extracted his soft cock. "I've never wanted a man so much," said Eric, bending down.
Chris sighed and leaned back as his dick began to swell in Eric's mouth, in his lover's mouth. After Chris came, he pulled Eric up and kissed him, tasting his own sperm on Eric's tongue. When their lips parted, Chris smiled for the first time that evening. "You know, if nothing else, I get a small revenge of my own on Pablo. He won't be getting your ass anymore from now on."
Eric laughed, they both did, and Chris finally relaxed. Quickly, Chris shed his clothes and lay back. "So, my hairy body turns you on, does it? Let see how hard you are, man. Show me!" Eric stood and undressed. "Yeah, look at that big hard prick, those big balls! Jack off for me, Eric. Hey, look at my ass-hole." And Chris drew his knees up, spreading his legs, fingering his pucker. "Look at it, gringo. Jack your cock, shoot your juice all over me!"
Chris kept up his lewd monologue while Eric listened, watched, and masturbated. That hairy young Hispanic stud was his, and Eric loved him, his mind, his body. When he felt himself getting close, he knelt between Chris' legs. "You wanted my juice? Here it comes! Uh!" Eric's cum spattered onto Chris' chest and stomach.
"You're a mess," gasped Eric as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
Laughing, Chris pulled him down. "Now we both are," he said.
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Chris found a new job at the docks. He had to leave home early, and every morning work Eric with a violent fuck. Then Eric would lie in bed and watch his lover dress. No underwear, tight jeans, a tank top. Sometimes, Eric would rib Chris. "Look at you! Trying to attract the other guys by showing off what you have, I bet!"
"This," Chris would say, cupping his groin, "is yours, just like my ass. I don't want nobody else. If anyone asks me, I tell them I got what I want. You just keep your ass out of Rosilita's!"
Eric returned home later than Chris, who usually had dinner ready and was always waiting naked for his lover. Chris spent his violent urge in the morning, Eric on his return from the office, often taking Chris on the floor in the hallway, without even taking his clothes off. They both enjoyed this brief, violent side to their relationship, which was otherwise gentle.
Eric introduced Chris to the sling, and they made use of it from time to time, though dildos were not part of their regular play. Their weekends were spent in seclusion, in virtually non-stop sex. They ordered out for their meals, on several occasions shocking delivery boys when one of them opened the door in just a robe, but obviously erect.
But the time came when Eric was obliged to host a business dinner. He was concerned.
"Shit," yelled Chris. "All you care about is that I'm Hispanic!"
"Hell no! You could be... Mongolian for all I care. That's not the point. You're man, Chris! That's what matters." Eric sighed. "Oh babe, come here. I love you, you know that."
Chris sat on Eric's knees. "I know. I'm sorry for what I said. I can leave if you want."
"No! You live here, you are the most important person in my life and I want you here. But it scares me a bit, you know?" Eric paused, caressed Chris' bare thigh. "My business associates, clients, well, I don't know how they'll take it when they find out I'm living with a man."
Chris nodded, stroked Eric's face. "Well, if you want me to stay, they're gonna find out, because I ain't gonna pretend to be your house boy."
Eric laughed. "Ok, but let's try and keep our hands to ourselves at least. Let's not shock them too much."
Chris smiled. "Agreed. Now there are more immediate problems which need to be taken care of, like your hard-on for instance. I can't decide if I want to suck it, or sit on it."
"Yes, I see what you mean," said Eric, suppressing a giggle. He ran a finger over his cock head and a pearl of pre-cum trickled out of his piss slit. "And as you can see, it's a problem that needs to be resolved rather soon." Chris rubbed his chin, so Eric lifted the man's large balls and tickled the area under them. "If I can be of assistance in solving the problem, by all means ask."
Chris laughed, unable to continue the game. "You fucker! All you ever want is my ass!"
"It's not my fault if your butt is so hairy! It turns me on."
Still laughing, Chris got up off Eric's lap and lay face down on the carpet. "Go on, plow it then, like you do when you come home at night!"
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The dinner began better than Eric had expected, not well, but not badly either. When Eric introduced Chris as his lover, most of the men reacted with stunned silence, but politely shook Chris' hand. The wives reacted considerably better, one going so far as to say, "Well, Eric, I'm so glad that you're not alone! And such an attractive young man! You are both very lucky."
But things degenerated after dinner. One of Eric's partners, having had a bit too much to drink, suddenly asked in a loud voice, "So, which of you two is the woman?"
Chris' temper exploded. "We both are," he said, his voice low but his tone biting. "And we're both more man than you are since you haven't learned how great it feels to take a big hard cock up the ass! But then again, who would want to fuck your fat ass anyway!"
The man jumped to his feet, tripped and fell flat on his face. Neither Chris nor Eric could contain their laughter. It was the man's wife who said, "Well said, Chris. Now I better take him home."
Later that night, in bed, Chris apologized to Eric. "No, Chris. That ass hole deserved what you said, and more"
"Ok, but, I mean, he's your partner."
"Yeah, well, fuck him!"
"No, Eric. Fuck me!"
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One morning, while Chris was dressing after having woken Eric the usual way, he said, "Oh, you know, I saw Pablo yesterday. He came down to the docks to see me. Said he wants to see you again, that he misses your ass." Chris paused and smiled. "I don't blame him. I'd fuck you again now, but I have to get to work. Anyway, I told him ok, and to come over tonight."
Eric sat up. "You did what?"
Chris grinned. "Calm down, babe. I ain't giving your ass away to no one. I want you to fuck him and I want to see it. My revenge for what he did to me. And once you're done with him, it'll be my turn."
Eric settled back onto the pillows. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Yeah, very."
Eric hesitated, but then nodded. "Ok, Chris. If that's what you want. But I'm not going to let him screw me, and I don't want him screwing you either."
The doorbell rang at 8pm precisely. Chris opened the door. He was naked. Pablo strode in. "Hi, cuz," he said. "You wanna get fucked too?" and he grinned lewdly.
"We don't wear clothes here," Chris replied coldly. "So strip off."
"You just want to see my prick, I bet."
"I've seen it already. Now either get naked or get out."
Pablo shrugged and removed his clothes, which Chris placed neatly on the coat rack, noting that Pablo was already erect. "Eric's in the living room," he said. "And I'm going to watch."
"How kinky!"
Eric was lying on the couch reading when the two men walked in. He looked up. "Well, Pablo, nice to see your cock again, even if it isn't as big as Chris'."
Pablo frowned as he walked forward. "Well, you're hard. Means my cock still turns you on."
Eric smiled and nodded, idly stroking his own rod. "Oh sure. But Chris and I thought you might enjoy something different for a change."
"What's that?" And then Chris grabbed his wrists and twisted them up behind his back. "Hey, what the fuck!"
Eric stood as Chris pushed his cousin face down onto the carpet and sat on his back. Eric knelt between Pablo's legs and began kneading his fuzzy buns. "Yeah, we thought it was time you learned what it feels like to get fucked up the ass."
"What? You gotta be kidding, let me ... Oh shit! That hurts! Take it out, man! Help me, Chris, he's fucking me! Oh shit, he's got his cock up my ass!"
"Yeah," said Chris. "And it looks great too!" Chris leaned forward and kissed Eric, then whispered, "Do it for me, babe. Fuck him hard." Then louder, "Take it like a man, Pablo. Shut up and enjoy it!"
"Enjoy? He's raping me! Uh! But, but ... it doesn't feel so bad anymore." Pablo wept.
Suddenly, Eric pulled out of Pablo's ass and murmured, "Get in there." Chris looked at him, surprised, but then beamed when he understood. He quickly turned and sank his cock into his cousin's ass. Pablo screamed. Chris waited a moment, then sighed as he felt Eric's cock slide into him.
"You've got my prick now, Pablo," Chris proclaimed as he started plowing his cousin's butt. "My man doesn't want to waste his juice on you, he's gonna give it to me. But you like my cock too, don't you, don't you Pablo?"
"Yes! Yes, I love it!"
"Yeah, I'm raping your hairy ass, making you a man at last! And you're not going to touch Eric ever again! He's mine now!"
Pablo was sobbing, but he reached back to spread his ass cheeks apart. "Fuck me, Chris! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what I did to you!"
Chris yanked his dick out, turned his cousin over and came, spraying his jism all over Pablo's hairy chest. Seconds later, Eric pulled out of Chris' butt and shot all over Pablo as well. Pablo lay back, gasping as he watched the two men milk their drooling tools. He gripped his own cock and seconds later, his jism mingled with theirs on his chest.
"Now get out," yelled Chris. "Get the fuck out and don't ever come looking for us again!"
Pablo got to his feet, somewhat unsteadily, rubbing the thick sperm over his chest. "I'm sorry, I mean that. Chris, for what I said, Eric for having used you." He turned away, then paused. "Maybe, one day, you'll forgive me?"
When Pablo was gone, Chris embraced Eric from behind. "Thanks, babe. He deserved to be taught a lesson."
"Yeah, he did. But he sure enjoyed it when you fucked him." And he rubbed his butt against Chris' groin.
Chris chuckled and kicked Eric's feet out from under him. They fell to the ground laughing. "You want some fat dark meat, man? Take it!"
"Oh shit, Chris! Oh man, yes, fuck me hard! I love you!"
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Chris had just returned home from work when the doorbell rang. It couldn't be Eric, so Chris pulled on a bath robe and went to open the door. It was Pablo. "Don't slam the door, please. Look, I'm sorry, I really am. Can we talk for a few minutes, please?"
Chris hesitated, then nodded for Pablo to enter. They went into the living room. Before sitting, Pablo glanced at the spot where he had lost his virginity. Then he turned. Chris was naked again. "Don't get any ideas, cuz. We don't wear clothes here, as you already know."
Pablo nodded and sat, head down. "Look, I came back to say how sorry I am. You guys taught me a lesson, I deserved it. I told your folks I was wrong. I ... I told them I took it up the ass too, and loved it. Course they kicked me out. Now all I can think about is cock. I need..."
"No! Eric and I don't fuck around. We love each other. Go look somewhere else, Pablo."
The front door opened and Chris jumped to his feet and strode out of the room. Pablo heard their voices.
"Pablo is here, he'll hear us."
"I don't care! I've been thinking about you all day. I want you so bad!"
A chuckle. Then, "Man, you're really hard. Take it out." A brief silence. "Oh yeah, oh Eric, fuck me hard, babe!"
Pablo got up, his cock throbbing in his jeans, and went to the door. Chris was on his back on the floor, Eric on top of him. Neither of them noticed Pablo, who was groping himself as he watched the lovers. With a deep sigh, Pablo returned to the living room and sat again.
Some time later, Eric and Chris walked in. Both were now naked. Chris was erect, Eric's cock was somewhat flaccid, still drooling. "What do you want, Pablo?" asked Eric.
"I explained to Chris. Just to say sorry for what I did. I ..."
"You just want to get fucked again."
Pablo looked up, not replying right away. "I do want it, yes, but that's not why I came here."
Chris glanced at Eric. "No. What we did before was to teach you a lesson. But I told you, we don't fuck around." He went and sat beside Pablo. "Look, cuz, you're a very good looking guy. You'll find someone."
Pablo shook his head. "If it gets out that I ... I like doing it with guys, I'm done for. You know that, Chris. And your father will have told mine by now."
Chris got up and went over to Eric, pulling him into the hallway. "He's right, you know. He's got no where to go. And there's room here, plenty of room."
Eric sighed. "Man, I can't say no to you. Ok, he can stay, but no for ever, just till he finds a place. And what about clothes? Can he at least go get them?"
Chris thought. "Maybe when the family is out, yes. But not till tomorrow."
The two returned to Pablo and sat on either side of him. "Ok, Pablo, you can stay here for a few days, till you find a place of your own," said Eric. "I have a spare bedroom you can use."
"Tomorrow, go get what clothes you need from home," continued Chris.
"Hey, thanks guys! I'll try not to get in your way."
Eric had a sudden thought. "Tell me, Pablo, what type of guy turns you on? White, Latino, Black? Built, hairy, smooth?"
"Huh? I've never really thought about it. I never really looked at guys before." He flushed. "The only thing I've been able to think about is taking it up the ass again."
Eric nodded, and left the room to make a call from the kitchen phone. He returned a few minutes later. "I just called an escort agency. Asked them to send us the most muscular and hung man they have. He'll be here in an hour so we best eat. He's yours for the night, Pablo. He'll teach you how to worship a man's body and fuck you raw."
Pablo gaped. Chris laughed. "That's a great idea, Eric. I think I'd like to watch how it starts out."
Eric chuckled. "Why not?"
Finally Pablo spoke up. "You hired a guy for me? Really? Oh man, I see why Chris loves you. I don't know what to say."
"Say thanks, cuz," said Chris with a smile.
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The escort arrived right on time. He was black and could well have been a pro body builder. He was dressed in a business suit and was carrying a brief case. The agency had noted the address and thought that this would make the man less conspicuous. The man introduced himself as Rick. Eric took him aside, settled payment and explained briefly what the situation was, adding that he and Chris would be present for a while, after while they would leave him and Pablo alone for the rest of the night.
Rick smiled. "I'm easy with that. You can join in too, if you like. You've paid for just about anything."
Eric grinned. "No, Chris and I don't fool around. Focus on Pablo, make him worship you. And remember, he's new to all this."
Eric led Rick into the living room, where Chris and Pablo were sipping coffee, Chris in a bathrobe, Pablo fully dressed. Eric helped Rick remove his jacket as he introduced him. The man's shirt was almost glued to his massive torso, so tightly stretched it was.
Pablo stood. "Shit, what a body!"
Rick smiled. "Come over here, man. Take my shirt off so you can see my body better." Pablo moved over while Eric joined his lover. Pablo was in awe, slightly dazed even. He fumbled with the buttons of Rick's shirt, then pulled it open. The man's chest was two massive slabs of muscle, his abs superbly sculptured. His torso was completely smooth, and gleamed with a very light sheen of oil.
Rick shrugged and his shirt fell to the floor. Then he took Pablo's hands and placed them on his pecs. "Feel it, man. Feel my hard muscle. This is a man's body. You like it, don't you?"
Pablo nodded as he ran his hands over Rick's chest. "Yes. Oh fuck yes!"
"Show me. Kiss my chest. Uh huh. Again. Now lick it. Go on, use your tongue, man." Eric and Chris had their bathrobes open and were slowly jacking one another's cocks. Rick winked at them, and pressed Pablo's head against his pec. "Suck my tit now. Go on, yeah, like that. Now the other one."
Rick lifted Pablo's head. "Strip down and on your knees!" Pablo was swift to comply. When he was naked and kneeling, Rick continued. "Look at my crotch, man. There's a big piece of man meat in there, and it's going up your ass later. A big, fat, black cock. You want it, don't you?"
"Yes," Pablo said, almost in a whisper.
"Show me. Kiss it."
Pablo leaned forward and kissed the crotch of Rick's pants. Then he gripped the black man's hips and kissed it again, and again, then began mouthing it. Until Rick pushed him away and unbuckled his belt. "Get my pants off."
Rick stood in just a jock strap, which was incredibly distended by his cock and large balls. "OK, Pablo. You gotta earn the right to touch my prick. Show me that you want a man, not just his dick. Use your hands, your mouth, your tongue to make love to my body, until my cock bursts out of my jock. And it will if you can turn me on enough."
Smiling, Pablo ran his hands along Rick's powerful thighs. "Oh man, I want you so bad! You turn me on something fierce! Flex your arms for me, show me how big those muscles are. Yeah, like that!" Pablo got to his feet. "Gotta suck those tits again, oh fuck!" Pablo's hands moved all over Rick's upper body, his back, his pumped up arms while he sucked the black man's nipples, then licked his chest and abs.
"Uh huh, that feel real good," said Rick. "I'm getting hard."
"Turn round," said Pablo, going down on his knees again. "Fuck, what an ass!" he said, rubbing the twin mounds of firm muscle. He started kissing and licking Rick's buns, then spread them apart to explore the cleft with his tongue.
"Yeah, dude, lick my ass! Eat my hole! Fuck yes!" Suddenly Rick turned round and his erection sprang out of the pouch of his jock. It arched out from his groin, about twelve inches of solid black meat. Rick smiled down at Pablo. "Kiss it. Now pulled down my jock and get your mouth on my nuts."
Chris and Eric had seen enough. As the left the room, Eric quietly said, "The bedroom is at the end of the hall, to the right."
Rick smiled and nodded, then turned his attention back to Pablo. "Go on, suck my balls, suck them!"
Chris glanced back. Pablo was gripping Rick's ass as he devoured the muscleman's nuts. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. "Geez, what a turn-around," Chris whispered to Eric as they went to their bedroom. "Pablo has become a total bottom."
Eric nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. I just hope he doesn't get carried away. He should find a guy he can settle down with."
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After having had Pablo suck his rod for a good few minutes, Rick had the horny Latino lie down on the couch. "You know, you're a good looking stud," he said standing over Pablo. "Shouldn't need to pay a guy like me for sex. There's tons of guys that would fight to get into your butt first." Grinning, Rick sat on the edge of the couch and gripped Pablo's hard-on. "But I'm here and I'm gonna fuck you, and I'm looking forward to it!" Then he leaned forward and took Pablo's cock into his mouth. But only briefly. "Hmm, tastes good. Nice prick. Now get your legs up."
Pablo beamed as he drew his knees up to his chest, exposing his hair-filled ass crack. "Hmm, nice," said Rick as he began rubbing the area between Pablo's nuts and his hole. Pablo groaned. "You want it bad, don't you?"
"Yeah, oh fuck yeah!" Pablo groaned again as a finger slid into his ass.
"But do you want it just because it feels good or because it's a man fucking you?" Rick teased.
"A man," Pablo replied without hesitation. "I would never have believed it but it's true. I want to know that I have a man's cock inside me, that he's getting off by using my ass. Yes, it feels good, but what turns me on the most is to know a guy is inside me."
"That's what I wanted to hear," said Rick as he moved to kneel behind the Latino. "I fuck men because they turn me on and because they want it. I get fucked too, sometimes, if a guy is man enough to top me." Rick pressed his large cock head against Pablo's hole. "You're right, it's a special feeling to know that a man is taking you, using you." The head slid in and Pablo gasped. "What makes it special is knowing that what I have inside me," Rick continued as he pushed more of his weapon into Pablo's ass, "is what makes a man a man, his cock."
"Oh shit, yes," moaned Pablo as the rest of Rick's massive dick entered his body. "Fuck me, man, please! Fuck my ass!"
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The following morning, Chris and Eric found Pablo and Rick still in the living room, huddled together and fast asleep on the couch. Rick's cock was buried in Pablo's ass, and Pablo was smiling, and erect. "Look at them," said Chris, rubbing his cock over his lover's butt. "Cuz looks happy for once."
Eric grunted as Chris slid into him for the second time that morning. "Uh, you better be fast or we'll both be late for work."
Rick and Pablo woke. "Shit, look at that," whispered Rick. "Two men in love, making love. It's beautiful."
"Hmmm, yeah," murmured Pablo as he watched the pair, and felt Rick's cock swell inside him again. "My cousin's a lucky man."
"He is," replied Rick. "Not only because Eric is one hot man, but because they love each other. You can see it on Eric's face. It's not just the sex, it's giving himself to his man." He paused. "I'm on my own time now. I want to fuck you again."
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Rick had left. Pablo sat naked in the kitchen, sipping coffee when Chris and Eric stuck their heads in. "We're off to work. Make yourself at home."
Pablo smiled. "Thanks, guys. I really appreciate everything you did for me. I'll go get my clothes in a little bit, then just hang out here till you get back. I'll make something for dinner."
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On his way back to Eric's place, Pablo stopped off at Rosalita's. He was nursing a coffee when one of his pool buddies came up to him and slapped him on the back. "Hey, Pablo, how's it going?"
"Hi, Miguel. OK, I guess."
Miguel lowered his voice. "I heard that your cousin has shacked up with the gringo that used to come here and ... help us out. Heard that you take it up the ass too, now." Pablo didn't reply. "Hey, man, no big deal, you know? We're all different. Just that, well, since the gringo stopped coming here..." His voice trailed off. "I need to get off bad, man," he murmured at last. "You want it?"
Pablo looked at the man. Tall, dark, jet black hair, a close trimmed beard, dark skinned. And he knew that Miguel had a sizable piece from having seen it in the rest room several times. Pablo hesitated. "I dunno, Miguel. I can't take you back to the gringo's place, and I ain't go no place else to go."
Miguel felt triumph, and felt his dick harden. "The hotel, man. We both know where it is. And a couple of friends could use some action too, buddy. What do you say?"
Pablo sighed. There was no way he could resist. He was ashamed, but he wanted it. "OK," he said at last. "But you do it like we did with the gringo."
"Sure, man. I ain't afraid of touching cock."
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The four Hispanics were naked, three of them standing, looking down at Pablo who was sitting back on the bed. All four were fully erect. Pablo felt the familiar twitch in his anus as he looked at their cocks. He lay back across the bed. "Ok, guys, we've got the room for two hours. I want a dick up my ass, and one in my mouth. The rest is your problem."
Miguel moved forward and raised Pablo's legs. "Thanks, buddy, we appreciate this." And he sank his bloated prick into Pablo's ass as another guy fed Pablo's his tool. "You won't be sorry, man, I promise."
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"I got nine loads in me today," said Pablo. The three were having dinner in Eric's apartment as Pablo recounted his experience of earlier. "Front and back. Came twice too. Damn hot!"
Eric sighed. "OK, I guess I shouldn't say anything. Until I met Chris here, I would have thought it was great as well. Just be careful, OK? It went ok because those guys know you and respect you. But it might not always be like that."
"I know," said Pablo with a sigh. "But I can't get enough cock, now, thanks to you too." He grinned sheepishly. "Anyway, I'm not going to hang out at bars looking for guys, I promise. I got a date with those three again for tomorrow. They're good guys."
After everything was cleared away, they moved into the living room. "You know," Eric began. "Since you like taking it up the ass so much, you should start training it. I can teach you a few things." He glanced at Chris, who nodded and left the room. "You need to be able to take almost anything and make love to it." Eric got on all fours on the floor, his butt toward Pablo, just as Chris returned with a box.
Chris withdrew a fat nine inch dildo. He proceeded to shove it slowly up his man's ass. Pablo watched in awe, his dick already rock hard, as Chris fucked Eric's butt with the latex cock for a few minutes. Then he pulled it out and selected a larger one, much larger, about fifteen inches long. Pablo gasped in amazement as it was pressed into Eric's butt. All of it. And then came the glass paperweight. Eric moaned in pleasure as it was repeatedly pushed into him.
Finally, Eric lay on his back, rock hard, sweating. "Practice, Pablo. It's not difficult and it feels so fucking good! And it's the best way to keep them coming back for more, right Chris?"
Chris laughed. "I gotta admit, you sure know how to milk my cock dry." Pablo reached for the fifteen inch dildo. Chris got it for him. "You want size, huh?"
Pablo nodded, spreading his legs apart. "I like being stretched open. I gotta try it." Chris smiled and pressed the large head of the dildo against his cousin's anus. "Uh huh, yeah, push, Chris, go on! Oh fuck, oh man, it's so big! Oh yeah, I love it!"
Eric sat up to watch. "Looks real hot," he said.
"You want his ass, don't you," retorted Chris.
"No, I want your mouth. Let him fuck himself with that thing. Come here and suck my cock, papi."
Pablo watched in envy as Chris went down on the gringo, feeling envy for their love. He ran his left hand over his hairy chest, tweaking a nipple. His right went between his legs to grip the dildo and push it deeper into his butt. Pablo groaned. The thing was big, and the way it stretched his hole felt so good. But there was something missing. Thinking over the last few days made Pablo realize what it was: he loved cock because it was attached to a man, a big, strong man powering his tool into Pablo's ass or mouth until he shot his load.
Eric was sitting back, propped on his elbows, his legs spread wide as Chris sucked his prick and fucked his hole with four fingers. Pablo began fucking himself with the dildo as he watched them, his left hand now idly stroking his hard-on. Suddenly Eric grunted and he thrust his hips upward. Pablo saw Chris begin to swallow. Some cum trickled down the shaft of Eric's rod, but not much. When Eric's body sagged, Chris raised his head and licked his lover's cock clean.
No words were spoken as the two men changed position. Chris lay back and Eric knelt between his spread legs, pushing them back against Chris' chest and then raising the man's butt so he could bury his face in Chris' ass. Pablo's lust grew as he watched Eric pull Chris' hole open and lap at the rosy inside. Pablo began pistoning the dildo faster, and started jacking off in earnest.
Eric gripped Chris' cock and bent it down over his balls, pressing the head against Chris' hole. He pushed and it entered. Chris gasped in surprise and pleasure: he was being fucked with his own cock. Eric worked Chris' rod in and out. "Now you have an idea of how great it feels to me when I have your dick up my ass," he said. Chris just groaned.
Pablo came. He was surprised by the suddenness and power of his orgasm. Cum blasted into his hair, on his face, and all over his heaving chest. It was several minutes before he came down from the high, wiping his face and licking his hand clean. He glanced at the two men just when Eric pulled Chris' pick from his ass and took it into his mouth. Chris' body went rigid. Eric drank his lover's thick cream.
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The four men met again, this time in Miguel's apartment since his girl was working. There was no need to hurry this time, but they stripped quickly, all anxious to start. Pablo looked at the three erect cocks, then dropped to his knees. The others moved in. Pablo ran his hands up a pair of hairy legs, then closed his mouth over Juan's fat pole. Juan began thrusting, his dangling balls slapping against Pablo's chin. The other two men rubbed their pricks over Pablo's face.
Then Miguel stepped in, but he kept still and let Pablo blow him. And then it was Manny's turn. Pablo liked him the best, for he was very well built, almost like Rick the escort was, and had what Pablo thought was a beautiful set between his legs. He was also unusually kind and attentive. Pablo reached up to caress Manny's smooth pecs while he sucked the man's big cock.
The three men took turns, changing places several times before Manny finally pulled Pablo to his feet. "Suck my tits, man. I know they turn you on." And he pulled Pablo's head down to his chest. The other two men began pawing Pablo's ass. "I'm going first," said Manny.
Gripping Pablo's erection, Manny led him into the small bedroom. Pablo smiled as he lay on his back on the bed, drawing his legs back and exposing his ass. Manny smiled back, his look gentle, even a little concerned as he pushed his big tool into Pablo's body. "It feels good, man," said Pablo. "My butt is made for being fucked. Do it hard!"
Miguel knelt over Pablo's face and was a little surprised when Pablo tilted his head back and began licking his hole. "Oh fuck, you're licking my ass, man! Geez ... uh, man, that feels pretty good. Uh huh, yeah, I like that."
Juan stood to the side, stroking his prick as he watched his buddies on the bed. He felt frustrated at being left out. Then he thought about how much Pablo enjoyed taking it up the ass, and how Miguel was going on about how good it felt having his ass licked. Maybe ... Juan watched Miguel shift back and push his prick down Pablo's throat. He moved so he could see Miguel's butt. It was perfectly round, hairy. He ran his hand over it.
"Hey man, what're you doing?"
"Feeling you up," Juan replied. "Nice ass, man."
"Uh, thanks." There was hesitation in his voice, but nothing more.
Juan moved his hand into the cleft of Miguel's buns. "You sure got lotsa hair in your crack, man." Miguel laughed nervously, then gasped when a finger rubbed over his pucker. "How's that feel?"
"Uh, Ok, I guess."
"Seems to me that it's more than just Ok, am I right?"
Miguel's hesitation gave the answer before he said it. "Yeah, it feels good. Oh, fuck!" Juan's finger had just pressed into his hole.
Pablo had a close-up view of what Juan was doing, and was thrilled that he was about to witness a buddy get initiated to the pleasure of being fucked. Even Manny had paused to observe. But Miguel was oblivious now.
"Oh, man, I don't believe how good it feels," Miguel groaned.
"Pablo likes taking cock up his ass," said Juan gently. "I think you'd like it too."
"A cock up my ass..." His voice trailed off. He gasped when Juan slid another finger inside him. "Ok, man, do it. Give me your prick. But go easy, Ok? Oh shit, I can't believe this, I'm about to get fucked!"
"Don't worry, Miguel, you'll love it, I promise you. Now lean forward."
Miguel complied, and found himself staring at Pablo's erection. "Suck it." Miguel looked up at Manny, who was smiling. "Go on, suck his cock." Miguel looked back down at the nine inch prick. He hesitated. He had to admit that ... it looked good. So when he felt Juan's tool press against his hole, Miguel took Pablo's cock head into his mouth. And Juan slid slowly into his ass.
Miguel had never experienced anything like it before. There was a bit of pain, because Juan's cock was quite thick, but the pleasure he experienced defied description. Miguel now understood Pablo completely. Or almost. He had yet to make the connection that the biggest pleasure was knowing that he was being taken by a man. But he would.
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After the four men had all shot their loads, Miguel straightened up, licking Pablo's jism off his lips. Pablo squirmed out from under Miguel, then Manny lifted Pablo off the bed without pulling out of his ass.
"Thanks to you, buddy, Miguel learned something about himself today," Manny said, holding Pablo tightly. "But so did I." He hesitated and stared deep into Pablo's eyes. "I watched the two of you suck each other off and I was jealous." Pablo beamed and hugged the muscular man. "Hold on, Pablo. Besides fooling around like we did the last few days, I ain't never been into guys. This is new to me."
"You picked me up, man, kept your cock inside me. Why?"
Manny didn't reply at once. "Cause I want you," he said at last.
Miguel was leaning back against Juan. "Look at those two," he said.
"What's so funny? I still have my prick up your ass, man, and I don't see you pulling away. You drank Pablo's cum, and I didn't hear you object. You like cock, man, and I like your ass."
Miguel hung his head. "You're right. But can I fuck you too sometimes?"
There was no hesitation in Juan's reply. "Yes."
Manny set Pablo down and they went out into the kitchen. Manny sat on the table and Pablo stood between the man's legs. He gripped Manny's soft prick. "I want you, Manny. I want your cock, but not just that. Can you love a man?"
"I can," replied Manny, placing a hand on Pablo's hairy chest. Then he reached for Pablo's cock. "Fuck me, man. I wanna know what it feels like. But most of all, I want you to be part of me. I want your prick, man, and your juice." He lay back on the table and drew his legs back.
Pablo was speechless as he started at Manny's smooth ass. The dark pucker was tantalizing, beckoning. "You're straight, Manny," he said at last.
"I was straight, like you. Don't you want me?"
Pablo smiled as he pressed his cock head against the muscular man's hole. "I want you bad, man. But let's get this clear: you're gonna be doing the fucking, most of the time."
Manny grinned and nodded, then cried out as he lost his virginity.
In the bedroom, Juan's yell followed moments later.
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Pablo and Manny returned to Eric's place together that evening. Following house 'rules', they got naked in the hallway, then went into the living room where they found Eric and Chris cuddled together. After introductions were made, Pablo sat beside his cousin and embraced him, recounting briefly what had happened.
"Miguel kicked out his girl earlier, and Juan is moving in with him. Manny and I have found a place of our own near to Miguel."
Eric looked up at Manny, who was standing, obviously uneasy. While Pablo and Chris chatted, Eric stood and guided Manny to the bar, offering him a drink which was eagerly accepted.
"I remember you," said Eric, his voice low. "And your cock. You sure gave me a few wild rides." He grinned at Manny's embarrassment. "I always figured you were straight, though."
"I was, till today," said Manny. He hesitated, staring into his glass. "There's something about Pablo, you know? I can't explain it. It's not just cause I like fucking him. Shit, I like fucking anyone, almost. And when he had his dick inside me, well, it didn't feel that good, but it was his and I wanted it."
"You let him screw you?"
Manny nodded, smiling somewhat sheepishly. "It was nice. I liked knowing that I was making him feel good, you know?"
Chris and Pablo joined them, and Eric poured more drinks while Manny enfolded Pablo in his powerful arms. Pablo started getting hard, but he wasn't embarrassed. "So, what do you think of my man, guys?"
"I like him," said Eric.
"Told you you'd find the right man, cuz," added Chris, smiling.
Manny's cock was lodged in the crack of Pablo's ass, growing. "It's still kinda funny to be feeling up a guy, you know?" And he ran his hands over Pablo's hairy chest. "But it does turn me on."
"I can tell," said Pablo, wiggling his butt, and they all laughed.
"I'm very happy for the two of you," said Eric, embracing Chris. He then lowered his glass and dunked Chris' cock and balls in it, making Chris gasp at the sudden cold. Eric sipped. "Yeah, tastes much better now."
"You fucker," Chris exclaimed as they all laughed again.
Grinning, Eric handed his glass to Chris. Then he bent over a bar stool, resting his chest on it, reached back and pulled his buns apart. The others moved round and all began fingering Eric's hole.
"You're such a slut," said Chris.
"Yeah, and you like me that way," Eric chuckled.
"Nice ass," said Manny, pushing a finger inside. "First man I ever fucked."
"He was the first for all of us," said Chris. "He changed us all, too." Chris paused, reaching for Manny's tool. "Nice piece, man. Big, thick. Fuck him."
Pablo looked up in surprise. "I thought you said..."
"He's mine, cuz, and I'm his. Nothing will change that. I've learned."
Manny and Pablo looked at each other. Pablo smiled and nodded.
Eric groaned when Manny thrust into him. "Yeah, fuck my gringo ass hard, muscle man!" Chris moved round to stand in front of his man. Eric looked up at him. "I love you, Chris," he murmured.
"I love you too, Eric. Now suck my cock!"
Pablo watched his new-found lover pumping his tool into Eric's ass. He was mesmerized by the flexing of the powerful muscles of Manny's butt. He caressed it, and Manny smiled at him warmly. Then Pablo looked at Chris, who was holding on to Eric's shoulders as his prick was devoured. His sexy cousin had found himself a rich white lover. Pablo was happy for him.
And there in the middle was Eric, the man who had changed their lives, as well as those of Miguel and Juan, indirectly. Pablo sat on the floor and moved between Manny's legs. He gripped Eric's swinging prick, stroking it as he enjoyed the view of Manny's pole pistoning in and out of the gringo's ass. Then Pablo's took Eric's cock into his mouth, and began toying with both men's balls.
"Hey Manny, how about we trade places?" asked Chris.
"No, I'm gonna cum any second now! Oh fuck yeah! Take my hot load up your ass, man!" Chris watched Manny's expression with a smile as he slowly fucked his lover's mouth. "Fuck, he milked me dry," Manny gasped at last.
Chris chuckled, the said, "Your turn, Pablo."
But Eric pushed Chris back gently. "Hey guys, this is getting uncomfortable. Let me get on the floor."
So the four men separated and Eric lay on his back. Chris squatted over Eric's face, sighing as Eric began sucking his balls. Pablo knelt between Eric's legs, lifted them onto his shoulders and sank his cock into Eric's ass. "Fuck him hard, cuz," Chris urged as he rubbed his own hairy chest.
Manny stood nearby, slowly stroking his semi-erect dick as he watched. Chris beckoned to him, gripped his cock. "Think you can this hard enough to plow my butt?"
Manny smiled. "Suck it, man. Suck my fucking cock, and I'll open you up good with it!" Chris grinned and, gripping the man's firm butt, went down on him.
Pablo looked up and watched his cousin sucking Manny's rod. He felt a twinge of jealousy, but just for a moment. Then he looked down at his own dick as he thrust it into Eric's ass. Light and dark, he thought, and closed his hand round Eric's throbbing hard-on. Seconds later, Eric came, spewing thick cum all over himself as Pablo milked his prick, and kept right on fucking.
By then, Manny was erect again. He pulled out of Chris' mouth and moved to kneel behind him. Chris leaned forward, getting on all fours. Eric reached back to spread Chris' hairy buns, watched Manny's cock slide into Chris' ass, heard Chris' moan of pleasure, then felt Chris' tongue on his cock. Pablo's vigorous fucking was turning Eric on again, as was the sight of Manny's prick plowing his lover's ass, those large balls slapping against Chris'.
Eric gripped Chris' erection and began jacking it. "Watching that cock fucking you looks so hot, Chris. Big and fat. Feels great, doesn't it? Come on, papi, shoot your load, give me a hot cum bath, man!"
Chris raised his head. "Oh yeah, work my cock, Eric! Fuck me harder Manny! Uh huh, yeah! Fuck my ass! Oh shit, Eric, I'm gonna cum! Uh huh.... Oh fuck!" Thick ropes of jism blasted onto Eric's body.
Manny slowed the rhythm of his thrusts, and a few moments later, gently pushed Chris to the side so he could kneel over Eric. "I'm gonna give you a cum bath too, gringo," he said as he fisted his tool. "More hot Latino sperm, man!" Grinning, Pablo pulled out of Eric's ass and followed suit. The two men came almost simultaneously, shooting more cum all over Eric's chest and abs.
Chris gripped Eric's cock and started jacking it. "It's your turn now." Pablo had an idea, and he lifted Eric's ass and back off the floor, bending him over. Manny chuckled and thrust several fingers into Eric's hole.
Eric groaned and looked up at his prick, which Chris was now milking above his face. "Watch me drink my own juice, guys." And he opened his mouth. Seconds later, he was gulping down his thick cream.
The three men lowered Eric to the floor again and began rubbing their collective jism over his body, from his neck down to his thighs. Eric groaned when a cum-slick hand closed over his cock and balls, massaging firmly. "Cum is good for the skin," said Chris, laughter in his voice as his hand moved lower, sliding several fingers easily into Eric's asshole.
Eric looked up at the three Latinos who were kneeling around him. "Thanks, guys. That was hot!" And he smiled.
"No," said Chris. "Thank you. You gave us and taught us a lot. We owe you. A few more loads at least!" Eric laughed and pulled Chris down, embracing him.
Pablo looked at the couple. Light and dark, he thought again. A perfect combination.
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