Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2015 15:21:22 -0700 From: Chub Hubby Subject: Like Son, Like Father Part 3 Listen up fellow appreciators of erotica! After all the tissue you wasted, the paper towels you used, the socks you filled, the towels used to clean up your chest or desk or computer after reading a nifty.org story, don't you think it might be time to send a little money their way? Donate now, before you cum, cause you might be too tired after! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks for all the supportive emails. It's always great to hear from readers. Like Son, Like Father Part 3 - Son by Chub Hubby chubihubby@gmail.com Keith Jeffries closed his eyes and allowed himself to bask in the enjoyment of how perfect his life was at the moment. Here he was, an 18 year old proud, black man with a full football scholarship to one of the best schools in the country. He so impressed his coaches that he was put on the varsity team's first string, the only incoming freshman ever to do so. He was no slouch at school work either, averaging a solid C+ to B in most of his classes. And finally, living away from home for the first time (even if it was just by 100 miles) allowed him to fully explore the life of the young, perverted, cum-loving faggot that he was. He was a man with no shame at his natural urges and allowed himself the time and opportunities to make sure those urges were given into and nurtured to the fullest. Keith found all the cock he could ever wish to get rammed into his 100% bottom man-hole. Including a good many members of his team and coaches. This last thought was interrupted by a hot blast of cum hitting Keith's face. He opened his eyes and turned to his left to catch the last blast of cum from the dick of a short, white man in a cheap suit who was groaning like he hadn't cum in weeks. "Dammit," the man said in disappointment, "I was really looking forward to fucking that hot ass, but I came just watching you take that dick." Keith readjusted to reality. He was lying on a bench in a well used men's room of a rest stop off the old freeway out of town. Someone had moved a picnic bench into the room and Keith was lying on his back with a man plowing away at his ass and surrounded by three other men, including mister quick cum. Keith laughed at the little white guy who blasted his face and raced out of the toilet, and looked between his thickly-muscled legs to see a bulky latino repair guy ramming his uncut dick into Keith's hungry hole. "C'mom Juan, ram me with that fat dick and give me your load." Keith said reading the name on the man's work shirt. "I... Told... You..." The hunky man fucking Keith's hot ass said in rhythm to his own fucking, "My... Name's... Not... Juan... I... Just... Borrowed... His... Shirt... Madre de dios!" The hot, hispanic, Not-Juan fucker screamed this as he unloaded his huge cum load deep into Keith's grasping man-cunt. The tall man bent over Keith in exhaustion and, without realizing it, laid his head in one of the pools of cum that covered Keith's body. Keith had been at the rest stop for hours, taking dick after dick, and some guys just liked watching the show and blowing their loads all over the hot, insatiable, black man. And, of course, Keith had shot three loads all his own, hands-free, just from getting fucked. "Fucking shit," Not-Juan said as he realized his face was covered in strangers cum. "Come here you big baby," Keith said as he pulled Not-Juan's head to his own. "Hell no man, I said no faggot stuff," Not-Juan protested. "Look asshole, I'm just gonna clean you up. That cum on your face belongs to me fucker." And Keith pulled the man's head to his mouth with just enough force that Not-Juan knew he wasn't joking. He then licked the cum from the man's cheek, and held him tight while he moaned and swallowed the cum. "Jesus fucking christ," Not-Juan swore as he pulled his face away from Keith, "mother-fucking faggot." Not-Juan walked away from Keith wiping his cheek with his handkerchief. "That's right asshole," Keith shouted as the embarrassed, macho, stud walked towards the men's room exit, "and you gave this faggot your hot load, rather than take it home to your wife or girlfriend," Keith laughed at the man as he angrily pushed open the door and fled the room, "or boyfriend!" By now one of the men left had positioned himself in between Keith's still raised and spread legs. He was a paunchy middle-aged trucker, shirt open, hairy with a prominent belly and a large chest with bright pink nipples that worked their way out from the forrest of hair. He leaned forward and licked a huge wad of drying cum from Keith's chest, then kissed the handsome black man deeply, feeding him the cum. "Now that's more like it!" purred Keith. Turning his head to the last man, who was lazily jacking his dick while he watched the proceedings, Keith asked, "What number did I say that last guy was?" "12," said the man watching as the trucker lifted Keith's legs just a bit more and plowed his dick into Keith's willing, black hole. "Looks like you're lucky load number 13" Keith moaned to the trucker as his dick slammed all the way into Keith's man cunt. The trucker pulled his dick almost all the way out, "You kidding me?" he said as he pulled his belly up and looked at his cock coming out of Keith's ass, "There's no cum on my dick and nothing coming out of your ass." "That my hairy friend," Keith said, "is called complete ass-muscle control. I've been doing this a long long time now and if I want that cum in my ass, it stays in my ass. Now get back in there and give me another load." The trucker went to work on the hot man's ass, slamming in and out as fast as his chubby body allowed. His hairy belly was rubbing Keith's dick which was now 9" of rock-hard black man-meat and quickly working its way to a fourth load. The last man in the corner jacking his meat stepped closer and aimed his nicely sized dick right up with Keith's mouth, and Keith went to town on the man's rod. With waves of pleasure wracking his body Keith let his mind wander back to the start of his night long bacchanal. Had it really been 13 loads today? He dreamily began counting them. Number One: It was just getting dark as his football practice was winding down and Keith looked over to the stands near the locker room entrance. The new security guard was still staring holes into Keith as he had been doing all afternoon. Keith looked him right in the eyes as he walked toward the locker door, and gave the guard a little nod as he passed. The guard, a white man in his late '30's, was a bit taller than Keith and carried a very hefty bulk on his frame. He had the kind of body and attitude that made Keith's bung hole twitch. As he reached the locker room door, Keith looked back over his shoulder and shaw the big white guard give a little tug on his ample crotch. Keith gave him a big smile and pushed into the locker room. Keith had never been in the closet, except to his family, and he expected to run into a good deal of homophobia when he went away to college, especially among his team mates. But oddly enough because he was totally out, and because he let it be known that he was available for any cock he could get and had no shame over any of this, the team seemed to have no problem with his sexuality. Many of them even took up his offer and fucked him often. Of course the coach had a strict rule in place, no sex midweek before a game. He didn't like his best players exhausted come Saturday's game. The only exception to this rule was Keith himself, who, the coaches noted, seemed to play better the more he got fucked. So Keith was free to slut it up all he wanted during the week, just not with his teammates or coaches. And since he seemed to have a very interested humpy security guard interested, Keith quickly showered, lubed himself up, dressed and slipped out of the locker room. He scoped out the hallway outside of the lockers but didn't see his stalker there. Disappointed he started walking out of the stadium heading to his dorm when he heard a low whistle. Keith turned and saw the guard swinging his big flashlight in the hallway the led deeper into the bowels of the stadium. Seeing the big smile on the guards face Keith did a little, playful jump and heading the guards way. The guard headed further into the stadium and when Keith caught up with him, the man turned to Keith and said, "You're pretty darn famous around here, aren't you." Seeing the guard was being a little playful Keith said, "Me? Famous? Whatever for?" The guard sneered a smile at Keith and ran his long flashlight along Keith's huge crotch. When Keith moaned and leaned into the man, the guard ran the flashlight through Keith's legs and up his ass crack. "From what I've heard this big black ass can't get enough cock to satisfy it. And I do love fucking me a big black ass." "Just big black ass?" Keith asked with a grin. "We all have our peculiarities," the guard responded. "Lucky me." At this the guard pulled Keith to him and planted his mouth firmly on the muscled football player's mouth. The kiss was forceful and, combined with the long workout he'd just gone through, made Keith's legs give way just a bit. The guard grabbed Keith's body and pulled it strongly into his own. Keith dropped his bags and wrapped his arms around the big man. It had been days since he'd been fucked and Keith's hole was throbbing in anticipation. The guard pushed open the door they were standing next to and pulled Keith into a dark store room. Keith dropped to his knees and started undoing the guards uniform. He could feel the man's dick, hard as rock, as he unbuckled him and shoved his pants to the ground. The guards dick tented his boxer shorts and Keith dove his mouth onto the bulge. He sucked the man through his musty underpants, then pulled out his cock and wrapped his thick lips around the head. Keith used his tongue to dig into the man's foreskin and lap up all the pre-cum that had lodged there. With his lips suction he pulled the foreskin back and tongued the man's dick head. The poor guard had never had so much attention paid to his rod while getting head. The man grabbed Keith's head and slowly pushed his fat dick down the boy's throat. He couldn't believe the feelings throbbing in his dick as Keith, the expert cocksucker that he was, used his throat muscles to massage the man's cock. "Shit, kid. I'm gonna cum," the guard huffed. Keith immediately pulled the cock from his throat and grabbed the guard's hips to sturdy him. He wanted this man's cock buried deep into his ass when he blew his load so he stood up, turned around, yanked his sweatpants to his ankles and grabbed the big man's dick and aimed it at his hole. "I want that load up my ass buddy. You gonna give it to me?" Keith asked as he slipped the man's fat knob into his hot, black pussy. Keith tried not to put much pressure on the guard's cock and it was shoved further into his ass. He knew the man was about to blow and he wanted a bit of a fuck before the man did. The guard grabbed Keith's thick waist as his cock buried itself deep into the jock's black hole. He took a few breaths to calm himself and then he started fucking the boy. The guard slammed in and out of the young football player and Keith moaned obscenities with each thrust until the guard slammed his dick to the hilt into Keith and screamed, "Take my cum you faggot." "Fuck yeah man!" Keith shouted as he felt massive spurts of cum fill his ass, "give it all too me. Blast my black hole. Give me that fucking cum." The guard finished and pulled Keith up and turned his face so they could kiss. The older man's cock finally softened and plopped out of Keith's ass. The jock turned to the guard and kissed him fully. "Boy, those rumors do not do you justice." The man said as he pulled up his slacks. Keith took a second to enjoy what had just happened and then pulled up his sweats. "Anytime, anywhere, this black ass is available to you. But let's try to make it last just a little longer next time." The guard snorted a laugh and pushed open the store room door. Keith caught his breath then followed the guard out into the hallway. The older man was already walking back further into the stadium. Keith turned and walked out onto the campus. He was walking on a cloud feeling the cum deep in his ass and after a few minutes he recognized the need that was growing in him deep down. He needed to get fucked again, and soon. He was nearing the student union and he decided to visit the basement men's room which was always active with students and teachers looking to play. And that brought his to... Numbers Two and Three: As Keith headed down the dimly lit stairwell to the bathroom on the basement floor of the student union he heard someone coming up the stairs. As he turned the landing he saw a professor heading up to him. The older man was straight out of central casting down to the leather elbow patches on his suit coat. He was a handsome man, probably in his late '50's with short dark hair and a well kept salt & pepper beard. The older man smiled and nodded to Keith because they both knew there was really only one reason someone was using this particular stairwell at this time of day and that was to head down to, or come up from, the cruisiest bathroom on campus. Keith passed the teacher and stopped a few steps down the stairs. The older man looked at the large, tightly-muscled black man in front of him and said, "well I thought that viagra I took was going to go to waste. It's been quiet as the dead down in The Church." The toilet had, to those who knew its true purpose, somehow gotten the ridiculously inappropriate knick name of `The Church'. No one knew where the name came from, or how old it had been used, but if someone mentioned going to church you usually knew they were heading down to get some stranger dick. Keith didn't say a word, he just smiled and headed down the stairs, when he hit the bottom he slipped off his sweatpants, looked back up to the teacher, smacked his ample black ass and headed into the restroom. Keith heard the door to the men's room open just as he entered the last stall down a long line of toilets. He threw his sweats over the door and slipped his t-shirt off. Keith rubbed his thick body with pride. He had always been a large boy with good musculature, but the harsh work outs he's had since he came to the university had sculpted and toned his body to the best it had ever been. His shoulders were wide and led to thick arms. His chest was heavy and well built from hours spent on the weight machines and led to his stomach which was heavy and padded with muscle, no six pack but you could tell the boy was strongly built. Keith heard the professor enter the next stall so he started to run his first two fingers through the glory hole, anxious to see what the older man was packing. He got down on his haunches as the old man sent through his heavy, but not rock-hard, dick. Keith stuck it in his mouth and the cock started to thicken. It hit the back of Keith's throat and the muscled teen took the hardening cock to it's base. The professor had obviously never heard of manscaping, to Keith's delight, so Keith got a face full of salt and pepper pubes through the hole. The old man moaned and started sawing his cock in and out of Keith's mouth. He started building up a head of steam and Keith took the man's dick from his mouth stood up and stuck it up his hungry ass. "Jesus Christ" the professor shouted. Keith grinned at this. So many times had he surprised a trick with his willing black pussy. As a large, strongly-built black man, Keith did not exude the attitude of a bottom faggot. But he was usually rewarded with a good hard fuck once the man he was playing with knew he had a cock and cum hungry faggot in front of him. The professor started a steady fuck rhythm which Keith matched with his ass on the other side of the stall. It was pleasant, Keith realized. No fireworks, but just good solid ass fucking. After a few minutes of this Keith could hear some mumbled obscenities coming from the old man as his fucking grew more insistent. Finally the teachers slammed his body against the toilet stall divider in an attempt to get as deep into the black fuck hole as he could. Keith met him at the glory hole by ramming his big ass onto the older man's dick, feeling the thick load the man spewed into his guts. Keith could hear the older man huffing and puffing and realized this was probably the most exercise the man had had in a long while. The older man's dick softened and slid out of Keith's hole with a light pop. "You okay man?" Keith asked as the old man's heavy breathing continued. "Oh yes young man," the teacher sighed, "you just gave me more of an adventure than I thought was possible, thank you." The teacher exited the stall just as the two men heard the bathroom door open. Keith heard water running and a urinal being used, the professor exiting and a minute later the new guy leaving as well. Keith laid himself back onto the toilet and lifted his massive legs and planted his big feet on either side of the stall door. His dick was sticking straight up, which was it's usual position after getting fucked. Nothing got this black stud's cock harder than getting his ass well used. Keith leisurely stroked his cock, pulling back his foreskin, then stretching it far out from his dick head. After 10 minutes, just as Keith was thinking there would be no more action the rest room doors opened. He waited a few seconds then heard the stall door next to his open and close. Keith lowered his muscled legs and leaned in to look through the glory hole. He was a little amazed to see a small white boy, no more than 14 or so, lowering his shorts and start to stroke his dick. "Hey kid" Keith said through the hole, "you sure you're in the right place." The short boy stopped stroking his dick and said, "yeah, I know what goes on here. My dad works in the kitchen and I come here all the time." Keith shrugged. He wasn't into kids, but he remembered being a randy, little, black boy himself who loved sucking dick in the rest rooms of the mall, so he said, "Why don't you shove that dick through here then." The boy came over to the hole but he was a little too short to get up to the hole. "Tell you what, why don't you just come on over here." The boy popped open his stall door and Keith unlatched his and swung it open. The boy looked at the big, black jock in front of him and took a step back. "What's the matter kid? Second thoughts?" "My daddy said I shouldn't talk to strange black men. He said it could be dangerous." Keith let out a huge laugh, "Look kid, you're in the mens room looking to suck and fuck strangers, what the fuck does it matter what color they are? Plus it sounds like your daddy is a racist asshole. So you wanna play or not." The kid looked at the large older boy in front of him, shrugged, and walked into the open stall and shut the door behind him. He grabbed Keith's hard dick and started jacking it. Keith reached down and felt the boy's pretty hefty, for a 14 year old, dick. "You play with lots of men?" Keith asked. The kid, eyes glued to the fat, black dick he was jacking, tilted his head and just shrugged. "You ever fuck a man's ass before?" The kid looked up to Keith at this and nodded. "And did you like it?" Keith continued to ask. "Oh yeah, it's lotta fun." said the boy. Keith leaned back on the toilet again and raised his legs high up in the air while jutting his large, smooth, black ass at the kid. "Well son, you think you wanna fuck this big, black hole?" The boy took his hand from the big black dick and started rubbing the black man's asshole. His dick was now hard as a rock and he placed the head of it right up to Keith's hole. "That's it kiddo. Now give it a push and shove it in there." The boy complied and Keith used his ass muscles to grip the boy's cock and pull it into his ass. The boy let out a whelp and pushed his body into Keith's. As the boy started to fuck Keith, `pretty well for a kid' thought the jock, they both heard the restroom door open. "Keep fucking my ass kid, just keep it quiet." Keith heard water running, someone using the urinal, then an odd sound he couldn't place. It was a kind of scraping, or rolling sound. The sound came closer then stopped outside Keith's stall. Keith could see a tall man outside the door looking through the crack where it met the stall. The eye moved away and Keith heard the stall next to his close. Looking down at the glory hole he could see someone watching him getting fucked by the young white boy. Keith never cared if anyone watched his slutting around, actually he enjoyed it, so he turned back to the kid and said sternly, "Okay sonny get to work and fuck my big black pussy." The kid was lost in pleasure ramming his hard dick into the black boy's hole. He had never played with a black boy or man, or a man this big, so he was enjoying the newness of the experience, and within a few minutes, Keith could tell the boy was ready to shoot. "Alright kid shoot that load up my ass, give me your cum." The kid slammed harder and harder into the jock. Keith looked to the hole in the stall and could still see someone enjoying the show. The boy gave a final thrust and moaned loudly as he shot his load into the big older boy's ass. The young boy pulled his dick out and quickly yanked his shorts up and shot out of the stall before Keith could even say thanks. He sat up and looked to the glory hole but no one was there. The squeak of the next stall door caught his attention. Keith waited for a few minutes then figured the guy just wanted to watch, so he threw on his clothes and headed out. He swung open the stall door. Standing in front of him, and leaning on a mop sticking out of a roller bucket, was a tall, thin, black man wearing a janitor's uniform along with a big scowl on his face. Keith nodded and, unfazed, walked over to the sinks. "What the hell kind of black man does this kind of shit." The old janitor said loudly. "This kind," Keith said as he washed his hands. He turned to the older black man and continued, "I'm a faggot ole man. A big, black, proud faggot. And I make sure I get what I need to keep me satisfied. That usually means bending over, or lifting up my legs and getting my hot, black hole used like the slut I am." Keith finished drying his hands and turned away from the fuming janitor. "Well your daddy must be proud." He said. This stopped Keith in his tracks. Not much other people thought or said bothered him, but bringing up his father was a sore spot. He wasn't open to his parents about his sexual activity as he still feared their disapproval, especially his father's. His dad had found the dildo coach had given him to help him curb his appetite for cock. This, theoretically, would keep him from spending hours each week hunting down dick for his big, black cunt. But when his dad found it in his room during Keith's last visit home, he had punted, and told his dad that it was from the coach, true, and would help in his training, supposedly also true, and he should maybe talk to the coach about it. This was the only hint of shame that Keith carried when it came to his sexual exploits, and he didn't like being reminded of it. He turned and looked at the old man still learning on his mop, still wearing that look of disgust. Keith looked the man up and down, and noticed a hefty bulge. The janitor was definitely sporting a semi-hard dick in his uniform. Keith squinted his eyes at the old man and took a step towards him. "You enjoy the show?" he asked. "What?" the janitor asked with confusion. "Well you watched that white kid fuck my ass for what, 6 or 8 minutes? I just want to know if you enjoyed yourself." "You are disgusting." "Look old man, I can see that fat dick of yours poking a hole in your pants, I can tell when a man is turned on. You watched that kid fuck me and drop a load up my ass. I bet all the while you were jacking that old man dick, which was probably harder than it's been in decades. Am I right?" Keith walked to the man as he spoke and ended up face to face. "You wanna fuck this black cunt old man?" "Hell no. I... I... don't fuck faggots." "No, of course you don't. You just like to watch them get fucked." Keith watched the old man fume for a few seconds then asked, "How about a blow job? I could take care of that dick, no problem." The old man bolted passed Keith who turned to watch him storm out. As he reached the rest room door the old man pulled out a huge set of keys from his pockets, locked the door shut, turned around and unzipped his overalls. "I'm on a schedule, and I ain't got much time." Five minutes later Keith left The Church licking his lips, having swallowed a huge nut from the disapproving janitor. Number Four and Five: As he left the student union building, he realized he was in the zone and he was not gonna be satisfied until he got fucked again. He didn't want to wait for the occasional trick in the toilet so he took out his phone and opened the "findhm" ap. This was especially designed for men in the closet, lots of married men and brothas on the DL. It only took him a second to find a top less than a quarter mile away. The man's faceless photos showed a tightly-muscled, hairy older man, sporting a six pack and huge pecs, and most importantly a long and very thick slab of cock. Keith texted him: `Looking for a good fuck right now. I'm very close, you available?' It was only a few seconds later that he got a response: `Fuck yeah. I'm at Active Sportswear in town. Head around to the loading dock and knock on the door.' `Know right where that's at. Be there in a couple minutes.' Keith texted as he jogged towards town and the store a few blocks away. He found the back of the store and the loading dock. During his jog over Keith's dick had sprung to life and was tenting his sweatpants once again. He knocked at the back door and it swung open and A very handsome silver haired man opened the door. The man was clean shaven with sharp cheekbones and very light blue eyes. He took in Keith's bulk with a whistle, "You are a big one aren't you. Look son, I only have a few minutes, should we get right to it? Keith gave the man his most perverted smile and walked through the door. He found himself inside a small hallway which was packed with boxes. Seeing no one around he slid off his sweats and presented his ass to the super hot daddy. "You are raring to go aren't you big boy?" Said the old man. Keith said nothing, he just looked over his shoulder and thrust his ass back a little bit more. The old man slid off his t-shirt exposing his heavy chest covered in salt and pepper fur. Keith reached back and rubbed the hair, tugging on the man's nipples. The hairy daddy slipped his jeans off and tugged at his already hard cock. `This guy's got to be at least 65, but look at that huge hard dick on him' Keith thought. The big cock hit Keith's hole and insistently shoved it's way inside. Keith let out a loud moan that filled the warehouse area. "Shit, sorry. I guess we have to be quiet." Keith said sheepishly. "Don't worry son, they can't hear us in the storefront, and my staff knows I'm back here fucking your hot black ass. I showed them your profile and they are jealous as hell." The old man started fucking Keith's fat ass with a steady strong rhythm. He held onto the jock's broad shoulders and slammed the boy with gusto. "Fuck daddy that is one big cock and you sure know how to use it." "I better know how, I've been doing hot ass like yours for going on 50 years now. But I gotta say, I've never found a bottom boy like you. I've fucked plenty of black boys, but never one your size. You always been such a bottom slut?" Huffed the old man as he attacked Keith's ass. "Yeah, I've been getting fucked for about 10 years now. I guess, despite my appearance, I am the perfect bottom faggot bitch. Love taking cock, love taking loads. By the way you're load number 4 today." This seemed to turn the old man on and he started slamming into Keith's ass with abandon. "You fucking faggot whore," he shouted, "you perverted slut giving your boy ass away like that. Take my big dick." Keith loved when guys got so turned on their fantasies started popping up to the surface, and he was more than happy to join in on the fun. "That's right daddy, I'm a little fucking faggot and I've been out all night getting my boy cunt fucked hard. But I still brought it home to you daddy. I love your big dick in my boy hole more than anyone else." The silver haired stud rammed his thick cock even harder when he heard this and after a few strokes he unloaded a blast into Keith's gut with a force that made Keith lose his breath. "Damn daddy, that was amazing." The old man leaned down onto Keith's back and kissed his neck. His cock slipped out of the jock's well used hole and Keith turned around and sank to his knees and sucked the cock into his mouth. "Just amazing," he said again. The old man patted the black jock boy's head, "That was great boy, let's do it again soon, but I gotta get back to work now." "No problem man." said Keith as he stood up to slip on his sweats. "Say any of the jealous guys up front want a go at this hole?" The handsome old man cocked his head at Keith and said, "You are a fucking whore aren't you?" "As advertised," laughed Keith. "I know my sales manager was interested. His wife doesn't give him anything anymore so I know he fucks anything he can get, and he loved your pics." "Send him back then. and thanks again." Keith said as the hunky daddy walked away. Keith, still pantsless leaned back against the stack of boxes and stretched his legs. A few minutes later he heard someone head his way. He saw a very timid looking middle-aged, chubby, white man peaking around the corner of the warehouse. He was dressed in dark slacks, a rumpled white shirt and a badly tied tie. He stayed near the door to the warehouse until Keith turned around and flashed his big, heavy, black cunt at the man. The white man started slowly walking towards the big jock rubbing the hard dick that was tenting his slacks. "Don't be shy Mister. This black hole is taking on all comers tonight." Keith laughed quietly at his pun and the chubby man unzipped his fly. He positioned his dick up to Keith's hole and started to push in. `Guess he's not gonna bother getting undressed' Keith thought as the man's short dick made it's way into his sweaty jock-hole, `I can get wit that.' The little chubster fucked Keith with short, sharp stabs of his cock. The man made up for what he was lacking in length or girth with a sex-starved, middle-aged, straight man's enthusiasm. The manager slowly fucked in and out of the black boy. He would pull his dick head all the way out, wait a second, then ram as far into Keith's hole as he could, which really wasn't far. But Keith enjoyed the man's dedication to fucking the wide, black ass in front of him. It didn't take long for the manager to silently empty his little dick into the black jock's ass. His cock flopped out and the man staggered back and stuffed his little member into his slacks and turned to head back to the store. "Hey man," Keith asked, "Are there any other takers up there?" "No I think I was the only one who was brave enough to come back," the man said with a sheepish grin. "Well I am very glad you did, man. That was one of the best fucks I've ever had," Keith lied. He could tell the chubby, little man with the tiny dick needed a little boost to his confidence. "Really?" the astonished sales manager asked. "Hell yeah little man. That fucking bitch of a wife doesn't know what she's missing. She'd be lucky to get you to fuck her any day. Thanks again buddy." The chubby man now smiled widely and headed back to the storefront looking almost two inches taller. Keith chuckled to himself in appreciation of the man's efforts and headed out of the warehouse. Number Six: Though Keith was still hungering for more cock, he realized that he was also starving. He was only a block away from his favorite Chinese restaurant and since the dining hall, all the way across campus, was about to close he headed there. Keith wolfed down a triple entree order with 3 egg rolls and pushed back his chair completely sated where his appetite was concerned. He still felt the need to get another cock, any cock, up his hole. He hadn't realized that as the thoughts of another fuck ran through his head his dick had swelled up to it's full 9 hard inches and poked up conspicuously in his sweat pants. A young asian bus-boy, probably in his mid '20's, was at his table cleaning away the dishes when he saw the black jock's tented sweats and dropped his tray of dishes to the floor. Keith bent down to help the young man pick up the mess, but the young man waved him away with a big smile and started talking rapidly in a language Keith couldn't understand. The bus-boy kept talking and smiling and repeatedly staring at Keith's bulging tent in his pants. Keith smiled and leaned back, looked around to see that no one was near and grabbed his dick thru his sweats. The young man cleaning up the mess, stopped and stared intently at Keith's actions. The bus-boy was no longer smiling but had an intense look in his eyes as he licked his lips. Keith looked around again and, certain that no one could see, pulled down his sweats and let his hard, black dick smack against his stomach. The bus-boy leaned towards Keith almost imperceptibly, his mouth now hung open and his eyes filled with lust. A burst of what Keith assumed was Chinese was shouted from across the room. Keith looked up at what was probably the restaurant's manager yelling for the bus boy. Keith was sure the man couldn't possibly see his dick and thought that he was just yelling for the bus-boy to hurry up. The trance on the young man was broken and he leapt up with his tray of dirty dishes and shuttled back to the kitchen area. Keith had secured his still hard dick back into his sweats as best he could. He never wore a jock outside of practice because he loved showing off his cock whenever he could. He stood up from the table and leading with his huge, hard bulge, walked to the woman at the cash register. Keith was a little disappointed that no one in the restaurant noticed his hard dick. But he paid his bill and headed out. As he walked back to the campus he heard a slight whisper and turned to the alley behind the restaurant. The young bus boy was standing in the dark next to a dumpster grabbing at his crotch. Keith smiled and walked over to the man. He towered over the short asian bus-boy by at least 12 inches but as he approached Keith sunk to his knees and opened the bus boy's pants. The young man seemed almost scared as he watched the buff, black jock swallow his cock. Keith went to work on the young man's dick, it was average length and width but had a nice curve upwards that Keith liked. The bus boy started quietly talking in Chinese again as Keith worked his magic on the dick in his mouth. After a few minutes the young man started talking louder and Keith understood that, in any language, this guys was ready to cum. He backed off the man's dick, stood, leaned down to the man, and kissed him deeply. He bear-hugged the small man and lifted him off his feet while continuing his deep kissing. After a few minutes he dropped the bus boy, turned around, kicked off his sweatpants, and got down on his hands and knees in the dirty alley and pushed his ass up to the young bus boy. A few seconds went by so Keith looked behind him and the young man was staring intently at Keith's ass slowly stroking his cock. Keith smiled, guessing the bus-boy couldn't believe that this muscled, black jock kneeling in front of him really wanted his ass fucked. Keith gently took the man's hard rod and pulled him towards the hot black ass that was demanding another load of cum. The young man started a slow rhythmic fuck into Keith's cunt, and the jock lowered his head to the filthy alley and shoved his ample ass back onto the cock. As he picked up a little speed the bus-boy started growling and grunting very deeply. He became more aggressive as he pummeled Keith and then out of nowhere, he started punching Keith's back. The jock's eyes flashed open at this. The little Chinese man was now savagely pounding at Keith's hole and pounding away at the black boy's back with his fists. Keith took a moment to take this in, `nobody's ever done this' he thought. The hot jock was always looking for anything new that enhanced his fucking and here it was. The bus-boy obviously wasn't gonna hurt the muscled stud, but wanting to mix it up Keith pulled his ass off the man's dick and hopped up on a crate sitting next to the dumpster. He laid back, lifted his legs and motioned the Chinese bus-boy to get back to it. The little man hopped up off his knees and pushed his dick back into the jock's hole. After a few seconds Keith indicated to the man to give him a punch in the gut. The bus-boy looked timidly to Keith, maybe scared of getting beat by the large, black man. Keith leaned up into a crunch position, his chest and abs now a tight condensed mass of muscle and nodded for the man to hit him. The bus-boy threw a light punch that barely grazed Keith's pecs. "Harder" Keith said with a sneer on his face. The jock always loved learning about what turned other men on and incorporating it into his arsenal of sex moves. The Chinese man hit Keith again. "Harder!" Keith commanded. The bus-boy started punching Keith with all his might. His cock was ramming into the jock with each punch and was slapping against Keith's prostrate. The young man punched Keith in the stomach, his huge chest, pounding over and over as he also fucked the black boy's cunt. Keith's hard wet cock was jumping with ever thrust, every punch. The bus-boy was grunting again, getting more aggressive with each hit he landed and finally, in sexual abandon, the Chinese man clocked Keith in the jaw. Keith's cock spasmed with all these sensations running through his body and started to spew cum all over his chest. The jock was moaning in ecstasy as he came, and started clinching his cunt muscles on the bus-boy's cock. The young man hit Keith one more time and shouted as he came into Keith's cum filled hole. The young man fell to his knees, exhausted, just as the manager started shouting somewhere down the alley. The bus-boy stood up and quickly pulled his pants up and adjusted his clothes. He started back toward the restaurant, but turned back to Keith, leaned down, and deeply kissed the huge, black jock. He swiped a finger through the cum on Keith's stomach and slid it into his mouth as he walked back into the dark alley leaving the jock alone trying to take in everything that had just happened. Keith was brought out of the beautifully perverse memory by a loud shout from the man in the men's room feeding his cock into the football player's mouth. This was followed by a huge gush of cum that Keith struggled to keep from spilling out of his mouth. Between his legs Keith was still getting rammed by the hefty, hairy truck driver. For all the extra weight the man was carrying, when it came to fucking, he had the stamina of a well trained athlete. Keith pulled the truckers face to his own, kissed him with heavy passion and spewed the cum from his mouth to the trucker's. This turned the trucker into a wild, rutting, beast. He slammed into Keith with a burning passion, while the two men snowballed the cum back and forth. Keith tried to piece together the rest of the night that got him to this point. After his alley way fuck Keith remembered he made his way out to this, his favorite rest room cruising ground. Most of it was a jumble, but he remembered Number 7 was a pimply, white high school student with a baby arm sized dick and a hair trigger, cumming after a few thrusts. Number 8 was the short, stocky black man in the jogging outfit who dropped a nice load after pounding Keith's ass and sweating all over him. Numbers 9 & 10 were a pair of latino gardeners who used Keith together for a good half hour, tag teaming the black boy's ass with hungry latin passion. Keith was positive that Number 11 was a chaplain from the university who, along with his wife and two kids, had led the football team in prayer before a few of the games. Number 12 was the homophobic `Not Juan' which made the trucker with the stamina of a bull Number 13. The trucker, with his mouth full of the cum load, pulled his head back and started spewing the cum all over Keith's face. This set the black slut off and Keith shot another load from his fat black pole that was trapped under the trucker's ample, hairy gut. His bung hole tightened on the fat trucker and the man was sent over the edge, spilling a heavy load of cum into the hot, black slut underneath him. It was at this point that the men heard the police sirens.