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Paco & Richard

Kevin & Eduardo

SOME OF THEM COME FROM RICHARD DE ORIZABA, SOME FROM PACO PRADO AND MOST FROM KEVIN MCLEAN

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Arnie & Rafa

Martin & Kevin’s ass

I don’t hear from Richard de Orizaba much these days. He is in a committed relationship with Martin going on five years now. They do travel for business but their travels take them to New Zealand, China, Portugal, Spain and of course Mexico. They rarely make it to Miami.

Ari and Rafa Villegas are still doing their internships in Montana and Wyoming. I see Eduardo Portuondo occasionally when I visit the restaurant he now owns in South Beach.

Of all the guys the one I see the most is Paco Prado. We don’t always jump in the sack but we do stay up sometimes until the wee hours of the night while we tell each other stories. Paco was with me a couple of weeks ago and told me about this one.

By Paco Prado

The locker room was deserted that day. And only a few people were around the gym at all, none of them currently training or working out. The only ones left in the place was me and Jack, I closed the front door and thought of napping but went to the shower area where Jack was already under the shower head letting the worries of the day wash off and when he saw me I guess Jack decided he could have free reign with me. He did just that. I gasped as Jack pressed his rigid, uncut and beautiful black cock into my tender teenage ass. I reached up, holding onto the neck of the shower head for dear life as the stud of my dreams stole my virginity from me. I now was receiving that which I desired most, a sexy older black man to dominate and sodomize me. Hot water cascaded down on us both, creating a humid, misty steam that built up in the shower stall. I had just finished sucking off Jack for about the hundredth time since our sordid relationship began, but on this particular day, the stud prize fighter decided that cumming in my mouth was just not enough. And that’s when he decided to stake his ownership claim to my man pussy. I used to look forward to my gym visits late at night just so I could worship that magnificent cock, not realizing that this day would come.

Jackson Brown was an Alpha macho male. A promising contender in the world of mixed martial arts fighting, “Turbo Jack”, as he was known, was not a man you messed with. He lived his life the same way he fought: hard, intensely and usually victorious. He had done some time in prison in Oklahoma when he was in his early twenties and it had hardened him into the monumental thug that he was now. He was 32 years old and 6’5”, 275 pounds of pure chiseled muscle. His chest was enhanced by a short, kinky cover of black hair. He was plastered all over his biceps, neck, shoulders and back by colorful tattoos. Snakes, knives, skulls, dragons, tribal and gang symbols were all there placed strategically to accentuate his muscles. His head was shaved bald to the scalp and it was shinny. He sported a six pack stomach and abs at an age most men begin to get a pot belly. His biceps bulged with protruding veins. His legs were solid like posts on the generous thighs and lower down with those bulges at the calves. His ass was perfection made flesh…an incredible bubble butt that I really doubt anyone has been able to penetrate yet.

And what about his cock? It was uncut and anatomically proportionate to the rest of his physique; nine inches long and seven around. Jack was a man who takes whatever he wants and at that point, he had set his sights on me.

My name is Carlos, I just turned eighteen and I’m a locker room attendant here at the Prado Fitness Center in suburban Houston. Having grown up in predominately rural Texas, I had little contact with or exposure to black people or other minorities except my own Mexican-American community, which In Del Rio was a majority. But I can recall growing up, many times finding porn magazines with pictures of interracial sex and wishing that I was the one underneath those beautiful African or Brazilian gods, having them fucking me. I knew from an early age that there was a major sexual appeal and attraction to black men,. I find women attractive but never find myself looking at them…but I don’t really look at men either…except for black men. I took the job at the gym at the behest of my mom, who kind of wanted me out of the house, so she and her new asshole boyfriend could fuck. I’m not a fighter myself although I do participate in a couple sports like cross-country and swimming. As a result, I have toned, but not overly muscular body. I’m 5’10” and about 175 pounds. Otherwise my height and my weight would qualify me as thin, some would say even scrawny. But my best feature is my monumental ass; my ass cheeks are perfectly rounded, blemish-free and resemble a smooth cantaloupe split right down the middle with each half laying side by side. I have gotten many compliments about it from both males and females and must admit that I admire it myself in the mirror more than a couple times. Well, I have to confess, I am one of those people who can’t go past a mirror and not hesitating for a minute or two and just admire myself.

I was crying out, loving it and yet scared of my newly found subjugation to this dark brute. Jack was not gentle with me; he pushed me up against the wall in the otherwise vacant locker room. Jack told me to look at him in the mirror. Our eyes met. He was roughly kissing and biting the back of my neck and whispering extremely dirty things in my ear, telling me what a slut I was for black dick and how I was going to be his bitch and his slave, all the while holding my eyes captive with his own longing, lustful eyes. He told me he had seen me looking him over and knew that I was just a typical white boy, getting all turned on by muscular black men. I felt ashamed and saw in the mirror my face growing hot with a bright red blush as I heard his words and knew they were absolutely true. I wanted a black man, a black dominant Alpha male more than anything I had ever wanted in my life but I wanted him, not any other black dude. I heard the loud tear of fabric as his strong hands quickly tore off my skimpy, lightweight cotton shorts. He then pushed my tank top briskly up and over my head and just like that I was completely naked. I suddenly felt very exposed and tried to struggle out of his forceful grasp, but it was to no avail. He merely chuckled and he held me firmly up against the wall and I got the impression that he enjoyed my attempts to break free. Those attempts were pointless as my slim build going up against his massive physique was a losing proposition for me for sure. He placed his feet next to each of mine and forced my legs apart a bit. He used his left hand to hold my wrists together above my head; his strength was such that he could actually hold down both my hands in a firm grip. Then he brought his other hand into my ass crack and I protested a little when I felt his right middle finger gently scrape against my untouched puckered ass. Just as suddenly he pulled away and then his fingers were roughly shoved into my mouth. He told me that this was the only lube I was getting so I better get those fingers wet with my spit.

My heart was racing as I did as Jack told me, terrified to disobey him but also terrified at the feelings he was bringing out in me. I didn’t think I wanted this, yet my own cock was betraying me, standing fully erect in excitement. Jack was softly cooing out encouragement to me, telling me what a good boy I was and how proud he was of his little kitten. He took his fingers out of my mouth, slowly and held them in front of my face so I could see my saliva dripping from them. Then his hand was gone and I felt a tiny pressure on my butt hole. I instinctively pinched shut against this new intrusion but Jack would not be denied. I was starting to moan as he first pressed one finger then a second one past my protesting sphincter muscle. I began to gasp as new sensations traveled very quickly through the nerve endings in my bowels and my prick, spreading out to the rest of my body and then I squealed out loud as he roughly added a third digit into my rectum. He plunged them into me as deep as he could go, and then pulled back out. He continued this anal assault for several minutes, sometimes stopping briefly to jam his fingers back into my mouth for more spit. He called it finger fucking my boy pussy, which was his name for my asshole. Suddenly Jack pulled his probing fingers all the way out and I felt him push my legs a little farther apart as he repositioned himself behind me. Despite my virginity, I knew what was to come next and started crying, begging him to let me go. Jack just laughed at my complaints, telling me how moist and ready I was for him and how he could tell that I wanted to be made into his bitch. He told me that because of the way I had arched my back into his nasty finger fucking it told him all he needed to know about what kind of bitch I would make. He said he had fucked all kinds of white punks when he was inside the big house. They all pretended they didn’t want it, he whispered that in my ear, but the next thing I know they’re riding my cock on their own accord and at their own pace, pleasing themselves and begging me to let them be my bitch. He related to me how many of his prison bitches willingly wore lingerie, make-up and perfume for him. I felt his hot breath as he mouthed his next words very carefully and very softtly. I again felt myself blushing as he told me how much he would like to see me in a tiny lace bra and panties or a sheer, silk nightgown or a tight, sexy corset with a garter belt and stockings and heels. I remembered a couple times in years past when I would find some lacy, frilly underwear or lingerie that belonged to my sister or one of her friends and recalled the feelings I got when I had those unmentionables in my hands then I would put them on. I was turned on, but always figured it was because I liked the idea of the girls wearing them. I now realized that it turned me on so, because I wanted to be the one wearing those sexy undies. My boner got even harder as I imagined these scenarios in my mind’s eye. My common sense screamed at me that this was all wrong; that I didn’t really want all the things he was talking about. Yet something I can only describe as animal lust traveled through my veins as I listened intently to his descriptions of all the things he had planned for me. At that moment, the most important epiphany of my life occurred to me, as I realized that this whole prospect was exactly what I had wanted almost since I had started masturbating when I was about twelve. I wanted this magnificent black man, needed him to dominate me, I desired to be his girlie-boy dressed in the finest laces, silks and satins. I would grow my hair out for him in a feminine manner, if he wished, and in all ways I would strive to keep him happy as a mistress should, or even…a wife.

He yelled out an order for me to look in his eyes again; said he wanted to see my face as he took my cherry. I flushed bright red again. Not only was this stud taking me sexually, he had no qualms about humiliating me while he was doing it. I suddenly felt as the wide corona of his manhood pressed against my dainty pucker and just how my pink flower teased and tasted that substantial piece of dark meat. Suddenly I felt a sharp jabbing pain and I screamed as my sphincter tried in vain to keep out the desperate intruder. I squeezed the tiny ring of muscle against the onslaught but it was to no avail. Jack was by nature an Alpha male, and indeed, I was quickly subdued. His rod slipped past my meager defenses and then it was my rectum’s turn to feel my black master’s passion.

Jack then let go of my wrists and turned off the water. He said that it was washing away the spit but his whole body felt hot…a very high heat that was enveloping me, actually shielding me from the chill in the air and I then reached back with one hand and discovered that there was still a good five more inches to go before he was completely inside of me. Jack groaned as his entire cock slid into and was massaged by the silky hot interior of my bum hole. I was crying uncontrollably as my innards tried frantically to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of having a man inside me; a sensation I had for so long desired more than anything and now that it was upon me, I found myself unsure if this was going to be so great after all. I was sure my sphincter was never going to close again after this beast had his way with me. I was going to die during this rape, undoubtedly, and would be found on the shower room floor with a gaping asshole and sperm all over me and in me. But Jack was in total control and as I felt him tilting my face around with a firm hand under my chin, enabling us to come together for an erotic kiss, I realized I was most certainly not the first young boy whose cherry he had taken. He seemed to have an innate knowledge of just how this initial penetration was going to happen, how I would resist and how he would slowly overcome my dissent. He had to…the man had one enormous cock that would make any experienced gay weep while getting fucked…but he managed to get a lot of virgin boys and what is most amazing is that they ended up loving it and wanting more.

Now I couldn’t stop myself from returning his impassioned kisses and did so with an ardent fervor I had never known before, surrendering myself up to this man and his overwhelming masculinity. The fact that his lips were thick and generous helped a lot. Meanwhile I felt his hands starting to explore my youthful features, one of them was cupping and kneading my buttocks slowly and erotically, while the other hand began to pinch and squeeze my tender nipples. I was moaning in syncopated rhythm keeping time with his thrusts as his cock continued to plunder my deflowered virgin “man-pussy”, his tongue and lips took ownership of my oral cavity and his hands made me very aware of who was in command in this situation. He was fucking me very slowly, his cock sliding in as I learned to push out with my pucker and then dragging back out, touching every nerve in my rectum as I frantically clamped down, wanting to keep him inside me. I heard his deep chuckle as he enjoyed my trying to keep him from pulling out. He kept going anyway, bringing his hooded cock head almost out of my pucker, and then quickly thrusting back; massaging my prostate in the process. My nipples were on fire, turned into aching pinpoints of blazing desire as his fingers worked magic by tweaking and twisting them. I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive, such a source of pleasure.

All the while, we continued with our sensuous, deep kissing, simultaneous to our heated fucking. I tasted his spit and wanted more. I felt his manhood breaking down all my anal resistance and I wanted more. With my hands gripping the hot and cold handles, my stud assailant continued his total dominance over me, and a whole new world opened before me; a world in which I served him as his cum bag. I continued my howling and moaning, none of it in pain any more as much as it was from pleasure. How I longed for his manhood to continue this incredible sexual stimulation, this hard rectal invasion before I would be carried off into total ecstasy. I felt his virile manhood plowing into my intestines, the silky entrails erotically massaging and undulating around this black-helmeted intruder. I was whimpering, shaking in Jack’s inflexible embrace, loving my complete and utter surrender to my ebony god. Not knowing if someone would disturb us at any moment made it all the hotter. It excited and scared me to think of being seen and heard while impaled on a huge ebony prick, gasping as I pressed back into his every thrust wanting all of him inside my pulsating pucker hole. Then it dawned on me that I had actually locked the front door…if anybody had tried to come in they would not have been able to.

A few more minutes of steady, grinding intercourse and I suddenly became aware of a creeping sensation in my balls and then it hit me. I actually shot my wad without touching myself. I came so hard I started to cry. My jizz rocketed out of my dick so violently, that the initial seconds of my first ejaculation actually hurt. Tears were streaming down my face as I experienced the uninhibited pain and pleasure that only is possible while getting fucked…it is pain and pleasure mixed, simultaneously. My sphincter compressed tightly around Jackson’s erection at the same moment that my rectum also was having spasms around that thick cock of his. I called out for Jack as my insides contracted involuntarily, causing the orgasmic feelings to linger in my young body. After about 30 seconds of my frenzied squealing, he told me in a commanding voice to look at him again. I did as told and locked eyes with my lover and with his brawny paws cupping and kneading each of my buttocks, he said I was actually milking his cock; he jammed his cock to the hilt in my gaping hole and blasted his massive load of sticky, searing hot sperm into the aching depths between my spread apart, upturned buns. I felt his seed coating my bowels and loved the sexy feeling of being irrigated, I counted fourteen hot streams of jizz coming out of him. But there was something remarkable that happened to me then…I actually had a second orgasm, not so much in the front but simultaneously with the front as I was having these ass contractions and releases and Jack told me then that I was having an anal orgasm.

Our breaths came in hard, gasping torrents as the afterglow of our incredible butt-fuck washed over us both. The rank scent of sweat, ass and cum hung in the air, filling our nostrils. I was trembling, shaking in Jackson’s crushing embrace, loving the feeling of his huge arms surrounding me. I was still shedding some tears as well; the emotional toll of my cherry being taken so forcefully was almost overwhelming. I could feel Jack grunting out the last few squirts of his jizz into my well-stretched bung hole. I fully expected to feel my conqueror pulling out of me, leaving behind a trail of cum and butt-slime, and that is just what the stud did. Jack was amazing, still hard and apparently ready for more sizzling action. He turned me around, exhausted though I was and pushed my back up against the same wall I had just been facing. When I was up about a foot higher than him he motioned for me to wrap my legs around him, which I did. I felt him arrange himself under me and then felt his fingers inside me once again. They squelched some in the sperm-filled cavity, but it made me very much aware of how far my ass opening was stretched and now would be able to open. He brought two fingers full of cum up to my mouth and I slurped it off like a good little whore, smiling seductively at him all the while. The smoldering look he gave me as I erotically licked the salty man sap from his fingers caused my little prick to stiffen up again, engorging with blood at the thought of intercourse with my black stallion.

And then he was back in me again, his veiny rod engulfed in my steamy rectal sanctuary. I gasped and cooed as I slid down on him and we were joined together once again, my fingernails digging into his biceps and shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist. He started talking dirty again, calling me a sissy and a faggot and telling me how pretty I’ll look in the tiny pink, frilly babydoll nightie he had for me to wear. He was still pounding into me though and I responded the way he wanted, apparently. Tears were again streaming down my face as the mixture of physical pain and pleasure mixed with the emotional toll of losing my virginity to this ghetto thug and coming to grips with the fact that I loved it and would surrender myself to him again and again. His manly, pungent scent was arousing and irresistible; I couldn’t get enough of this fighter on me, inside me, surrounding me. With his rhythmic cadence, I knew it wouldn’t take me long to climax and I was right. There was something special about the way Jack fucked…he didn’t do it like other people…I have watched porn films where you see the guy just moving all over the place…not Jack; he only moved his hips, thrusting, grinding and all the while the rest of his body remained motionless. That was the one thing that stayed in my mind that I saw in the mirror to the side of us.

In just a couple minutes of sexing I started to feel the deviant desires begin to creep over me again, leaving me awash in unfamiliar feelings and emotions. I started to call out to Jack again, calling him papito and daddy, as my sphincter started to spasm around his cock once more. And to my surprise, he was ready too. We both hit the shocking, shattering orgasm almost simultaneously, my nut covering his six-pack abs while his scalding sperm blasted into my intestines. We sank to the floor still entwined and joined together. The climax had weakened even this virile stud, all-macho and invincible Jack. I lay happily under my new found love, wondering where my life was going now.

Paco tells me that is when he met Carlos at the same gym where Jack had taken his cherry; it was one of Paco Prado’s Fitness Centers. Carlos was fascinated by Paco’s large cock. It was clearly much larger than Jack’s and it was a challenge for Carlos to get Paco inside his ass, even if he had been able to accommodate Jack who was about ten inches but very thick around. Paco’s cock was twelve but thinner.

Paco was working in one of the offices with the door half open. Carlos came in to empty the garbage can and as he bent over Paco grabbed his ass…I guess a bubble butt like Carlos had was not easy to ignore. Carlos turned around and smiled, put his hand on Paco’s crotch and he felt the growing erection…then Carlos said that this was not the place and it would not be appropriate, besides, Carlos said, I was told the owner would be around today.

Paco burst out laughing…then said: “Don’t worry about that, I am Paco, I am the owner” and he proceeded to close the door and he opened his zipper and let out his 12 inch cock, forcing Carlos to the floor on his knees and it was apparent Carlos was more than willing to give me (Paco) a blow job.

Paco also had Jack in his office one day and he closed the door and gave him a blow job. Jack didn’t try to fuck Paco because it was obvious Paco had a bigger cock and if the law is to be followed it would have been Paco the one to top Jack and that my friends is never going to happen.