Date: Sat, 28 Mar 1998 17:45:58 -0500
From: wildstyle@iname.com
Subject: Five the Hard Way

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

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

Questions, comments, ideas more than welcome at
"wildstyle@iname.com". Keep it real.

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

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FIVE THE HARD WAY
another Wildstyle tip


An off duty, green cop.

The endless ghettos of Bradford.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You want me to screw you, Ramone?"

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

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

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

"I aint got 50 bucks...."

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

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

"Nah essee...I cant."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop! Damn!!! God!"

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

"Fucking pig."

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

"Yo, vato. Yo cool?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So do you, bro."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck he CAME on me man!"

"That just means you fucked him right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cmon bro....."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You ok?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He already has."

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

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