Date: Sun, 29 May 2005 18:11:53 +0000
From: Martin Rammsonde <martramm@hotmail.com>
Subject: Minutemen - Banging Illegals

Minutemen - Banging Illegals (MMMM interr oral anal )
by Martin Rammsonde (martramm@hotmail.com)

The heat shimmerered on the asphalt, the road stretching away to both
horizons in a straight monotonous line. Parked by the side of the road was a
Ford pickup, with a cap over the back. A sign on either door, handwritten in
black marker on white bond paper, and affixed with masking tape, declared
"Minutemen Welcome Wagon". Beside the truck stood two men, looking south to
the shimmering horizon. A tall American Indian in white t-shirt, worn jeans,
and suede cowboy boots, his long black hair reaching the middle of his back,
spat a wad of tobacco on the ground.

"Shit, it's hot". Sparrowhawk - known to all as Hawk - pulled off his
t-shirt and wiped his face, his smooth lean torso glistening with
perspiration. He threw his shirt in the open window of the truck, and
scanned the desert scrub along the horizon. "Where's those damn wetbacks?"
he muttered.

"Patience", said his companion, an African-American dressed in a blue denim
shirt and button-fly Levis. Leroy raised his binoculars, scanning the desert
for signs of illegal border crossers. He was going to add something, when he
froze, a glint of light attracting his attention in the distance.
"Showtime", he announced, climbing into the pickup. He pulled a rifle from
the gun rack at the back of the cab as Hawk climbed in and turned the
ignition. He turned the pickup southwards, and soon they were barreling over
the dry ground through the sage and scrubgrass.

They soon reached two men walking northwards towards them, their position
betrayed by the chrome belt buckle one of them wore. As they drew within
sight, the men bolted, running westward over the rough terrain. As they
reached a deep gully, Leroy only prevented their escape by firing a rifle
shot into the air. The men stopped, their arms raised in the air. Hawk
maneuvered the pickup beside them, and the two minutemen dismounted,
directing the Mexicans to stand beside the truck.

"Strip", Leroy ordered, "Ustedes desnuda". The pair hesitated, until their
captor raised his rifle and shouted "Now!". With resignation they removed
their footwear and stripped off their shirts and jeans. Hawk forced them to
stand against the truck, their hands placed on the hot metal roof, before he
searched their belongings. He threw their clothes in a cardboard box,
keeping two Mexican ID cards. He slapped the younger one on the back of the
head, and told Leroy "Says here this one's called Pablo, and this other
motherfucker's called Jaime."

Pablo was thin with a shock of thick wavy black hair, and a wisp of black
hair on his upper lip posing as a moustache. His chest was smooth, but a
trail of black hair began at his navel, disappearing into his blue and white
striped bikini briefs. His legs were hairy. Hawk grabbed one of his ass
cheeks and squeezed. "Nice bubble ass," he murmured.

His older companion Jaime was hairier, a patch of thick black hair centred
on his chest, and a carpet of fur descending in a triangle over his belly
from his navel. He was muscular and fit, his handsome face darkened by the
shadow of two-day-old stubble. He had stripped down to a grey pair of
athletic boxers that hugged his round ass tightly.

Hawk stuffed the ID cards in his back pocket and pulled two bottles of warm
water from the front seat of the truck, giving one each to the two men. They
emptied the bottles greedily as Leroy and Hawk watched. "Better get them in
the truck," Hawk indicated to his buddy. He approached Pablo, and stripped
off the young Mexican's briefs. The latino began to struggle and protest,
but a sharp elbow blow to his ribs quieted him. The trail of black hair from
his navel blossomed into a thick shroud of black hair that surrounded his
uncut cock and two fat balls. Jaime tried to avoid looking at his young
friend, and stood passively as the Indian tore down his grey briefs. Unlike
Pablo, Jaime's foreskin did not fully cover his glans, but he shared his
compatriot's heavy balls.

Hawk nudged the two men to the back of the truck, while Leroy kept his rifle
trained on their captives. As they got to the back, and Hawk dropped the
tailgate, the two Mexicans froze with surprised confusion. In the bed of the
pickup was a stained boxspring mattress. The athletic Indian pushed them
forward, and the two clambered up on the mattress, sat down, and turned to
face their interrogators.

Leroy smirked, and ordered to Jaime, "Mama su polla - suck his cock". The
two naked hispanics looked at Leroy and at each other in shock, their jaws
slack in bewilderment. "You too," he spat at Pablo, "sesenta y nueve, 69".
The men sat frozen until Leroy raised his rifle to signal his resolve. Pablo
looked at the black gringo, and deciding his seriousness, turned to Jaime
and gently pushed his stunned friend onto his back, his head nearest the
tailgate. The younger Mexican straddled Jaime's face, and lowered his head
to his crotch, tentatively licking the exposed glans. Slowly Jaime wrapped
his arms around Pablo's waist for support, and raised his head to lick the
boy's limp cock.

"Yeah, that's it, muy bueno," Leroy encouraged, stroking the hard log in his
jeans. Hawk had opened his fly and pulled his long hard cock out, stroking
it as he watched the two distraught Mexicans attempt to suck each other.

Although Jaime's efforts were tepid, and despite his efforts not to respond,
Pablo's cock soon began to react to the wet stroking of Jaime's tongue. He
struggled to stay limp, but his cock slowly stiffened and lengthened, the
foreskin slipping back from the glans, until Jaime could rest his head on
the mattress and still tongue the tip of his young friend's engorged tool.
In spite of his own mortification, there was something arousing about the
sight, smell, and taste of Pablo's stiff meat, and in combination with the
wet roughness of Pablo's tongue washing his glans, Jaime too felt his cock
start to harden.

Hawk grinned at Leroy, then stuffed his free hand down the front of his
buddy's jeans to grab a handful of throbbing black cock, while jacking his
own thick pole. The sight of Pablo's smooth bubble ass raised in the air,
his balls hanging down over his friend's face, his hard cock pointed towards
Jaime's mouth, was intoxicating. He pulled Leroy's fuckpole out of his
jeans, the throbbing head extending above the waistline, pressed against his
belly. A stream of clear precum pumped from the cockslit and ran down the
exposed black shaft. The Indian turned his attention back to the 69ing
latinos, and popping the top button on his jeans stepped out of his jeans
and briefs. It was relatively cool standing in the shadow of the truck, and
the wind felt cool on his firm ass and his sweaty balls, his long black hair
brushing against his back in the breeze.

He went over to the fornicating Mexicans, and pushed down on Pablo's ass,
forcing his latin cock into Jaime's face. The older man turned his face,
reluctant to do more than lick his young companion's tool. "Deeper, mas
profundo", Leroy ordered him. Hawk grabbed the uncut pole and pushed it
against Jaime's closed mouth, trying to force it in. After some minutes, the
struggling Mexican gulped for air, and felt the rigid pleasurestick slide
in, gagging as it bottomed out in his throat. The boy gasped as he felt his
cock enveloped in the Jaime's wet warmth. He felt he should return the
favour, and opened his own mouth to swallow Jaime's fat, pulsing cock. A
muffled grunt from Jaime told him his friend appreciated it as much as he
did. He began to fuck his partner's mouth, his ass bobbing in the air as he
flexed his hips.

Now that his two latino captives were fully absorbed in their cocksucking,
Leroy set aside the rifle, and stripped off his shirt and jeans, relieved to
have his fat cock completely freed from his pants. Unlike his lean, athletic
companion, Leroy had a muscular, powerful build. His deep ebony skin was
smooth, except for the patch of wiry hair in his crotch. As he squeezed his
cut fuckstick, another stream of clear fluid leaked out. He caught the salty
stream in his hand, and lubed the mushroom head of his cock with it.

The Indian cockjacker spread Pablo's ass cheeks to reveal the brown
buttonhole of his fuckchute in his smooth crack. He nodded to Leroy - "Take
a look at this sweet asshole". He pushed his thumb against it, and it
spasmed as the boy grunted a protest. He massaged the hole lightly, letting
Pablo experience the pleasure center he never knew existed. As the latin
cocksucker relaxed, Hawk pushed gently, and his thumb slipped past the
sphincter and into the fuckhole. "Shit, this is tight", Hawk informed Leroy.
Pablo squirmed, and pushed back, forcing Hawk's thumb in deeper. "The little
fucker is primed for it too - fuck, I gotta bust this cherry." He went to
the front of the truck, returning with a bottle of lube from the glove box.
Both men climbed in the back of the truck to join the Mexicans.

Hawk spread Pablo's asscheeks again, then let a stream of lube flow down his
crack, where it pooled in the dimple of his asshole. He started to work it
in, opening up the young hispanic's ass with two fingers, without any
protest this time. When the fucktunnel was slick with lube, he emptied
another stream of it on his hand, and stroked his cock with his slippery
hand.

Leroy had positioned himself between Jaime's legs, and grabbing a handful of
Pablo's hair began to coax his pole into the young Mexican's mouth, beside
his friend Jaime's pleasurestick. Pablo's jaw widened as he tried to accept
the black cock snaking its way in. Jaime's fat Mexican cock already filled
his mouth, and it didn't seem possible to take Leroy's ebony meat as well,
but gagging, he finally felt the muscular black man's pole bottom out in his
throat, Leroy's wiry pubic hair pressed against his nose.

Just as he accommodated Leroy's manpole, he felt something blunt and thick
push against his asshole, bigger than before. Hawk muttered "I'm going to
bust this boypussy wide open", then in Spanish "Te voy a chingar a lo duro"
(I'm going to fuck you hard). Pablo twisted and tried to scream, but the
gringos had him pinned. He felt himself break into a cold sweat, squeezing
his eyes shut as Leroy ground his pubes against his face.

Hawk pushed his cockhead gently against Pablo's hole, his hands on the boy's
hips to steady himself and give him leverage. He felt the winking hole yield
slightly to his lubed glans, and then with greater pressure it slipped in
past the sphincter. Pablo moaned below him, while Hawk's eyes rolled in
their sockets as the velvet chute gripped his cockhead. He pushed in deeper,
slowly letting his long cherry buster ride down Pablo's pleasurehole, until
it finally bottomed out deep inside with his balls pressed against the young
latino's asscheeks. Both of the boy's fuckholes were now filled with
throbbing manmeat, and he moaned quietly as he felt three cocks sliding in
and out of him. Yet, in spite of the Indian cock raping his virgin ass, his
cock still stayed swollen within his friend's mouth.

Jaime lay entranced, watching the long lubed fuckstick slipping in and out
of Pablo's tight ass. He couldn't have imagined how arousing it would be to
watch his friend's ass sodomized just inches away. His cock was swollen to
its maximum as he felt their black captor's cock rubbing against it in
Pablo's mouth. He reached a hand up and touched Hawk's slick shaft as it
hammered in and out of Pablo's ass, and then touched the stretched ring of
the boy's asshole. "Los huevos - play with my balls", Hawk ordered in a
husky voice, and the muscular Mexican complied.

Leroy pulled his cock from Pablo's mouth, and pulled the Mexican's face from
Jaime's tool. The two men's pulsing cocks were wet with his saliva, bobbing
in front of his face. Pablo's jaw ached, and though free now to speak, he
was too stunned to protest the rape of his ass. The Indian had fallen into a
regular rhythm, and the Mexican boy's ass had accustomed itself to the
length and girth of the invading fuckpole. Leroy grabbed Jaime's legs, and
pushed them back, rotating his hips forward. He spread the legs, and Pablo
found himself looking at Jaime's puckered hole in his hairy crack. Leroy
pushed the young hispanic's face towards the hole. Broken by his experience,
he obediently tongued the sweaty hole. "Shit yeah, make the fucker eat that
hole," Hawk said. "Fuck, I can't take much more of this tight hole - I'm
going to be making him into a man soon."

"Yeah, breed this fucking wetback, fill him with your nut, my man," Leroy
rasped, watching his buddy ride Pablo while the young latino tongue fucked
his older friend. A stream of precum ran from Leroy's cockhead, down Pablo's
cheek and chin, and onto Jaime's spasming hole. The older Mexican was
squirming and moaning as his lovehole was tongued.

Leroy reached up and squeezed his Indian buddy's brown nipples, feeling them
harden. Hawk's long black hair was flowing across his back as he banged the
Mexican ass with his swollen cherry buster, his tight balls fingered by
Jaime. He grasped Pablo's shoulders, and thrust himself as deep into the boy
as possible, his body suddenly stiffening. "Fuck, shit, I'm gonna shoot,
this boyhole is milking my cock!" he shouted through gritted teeth. He held
his cock there as his balls began to spasm, firing his white hot cum deep
inside the latino fuckwhore. He shot wad after salty wad, until finally he
slumped, his heart beating wildly, his skin dripping with sweat, and pulled
his satisfied cock out of the no longer virgin hole. As he withdrew it, a
thick wad of hot cream slid from the ravaged hole, down the boy's balls and
raging cock, and into Jaime's cock-filled mouth.

"Shit, I need some of that action", Leroy announced, and crawled over the
mattress as Hawk moved away from Pablo's ass. The horny black's cock was
slick with precum, and the lube applied by Hawk, and his creamy load,
ensured the boy's ass would give Leroy's cock a slippery welcome. As the
ebony fuckpole pushed against the Mexican's busted cherry, Hawk fed Jaime's
cock back to the asslicker, muffling his protests. Leroy's cock was fatter
than Hawk's but not so long, and Pablo grimmaced as he accommodated the
second cock to fuck his ass. "O shit", Leroy murmured, "this *is* tight.
Glad you didn't loosen him up too much".

Hawk grinned, and watched his buddy begin to bang the young latino's
fuckpussy. As the fat black fuckpole slid in and out, it displaced Hawk's
seed, pumping it out over Pablo's balls and cock, where Jaime now eagerly
consumed the salty jizz.

Hawk was fingering the older Mexican's hole, and the pleasure of this
asshole massage was electrifying Jaime's whole body. Combined with fucking
Pablo's face, and the sight of the black gringo's big cock ravaging his
young friend's tight hole, Jaime could feel his balls pulling up against his
body. Then his body stiffened, and the release of orgasm began to flow from
his groin through his whole body. The first shot of hot cream blasting into
Pablo's mouth caught the young hispanic by surprise, and he pulled his head
away, only to be blasted in the face by two quick bursts of jizz. Hawk
grabbed his head and forced him back on Jaime's cock, with the rest of his
comapanion's salty load filling his mouth.

The spasming of Jaime's body spurred Leroy on, and he banged the hot tight
latin ass mercilessly. As the older Mexican's body relaxed, Leroy grabbed
Pablo's hair and pulled him against him, his chest pressed against Pablo's
smooth back. He twisted Pablo's head around and forced his mouth over the
boy's, pushing his tongue into his mouth. He broke their kiss to scoop
Jaime's seed off Pablo's cheek with his tongue. He knew he was about to
breed the young fuckwhore's ass with his load, and slowly pulled his cock
out. As his black pleasurestick's mushroom head popped out past the tight
sphincter, he felt his balls begin to churn. A thick wad of creamy fuckjuice
blasted against Pablo's puckered hole, and then Leroy drove back in, fucking
the boy's ass with long strokes as he filled him with jizz. The stimulation
had brought Pablo to the edge too, and as he felt Leroy's hot cum pumping
deep inside him, his balls drew tight and emptied their load down his
companion's waiting throat.

Drained dry, Leroy pulled free from the well lubed hole, breathing hard. As
Pablo's own orgasm subsided, Jaime took his mouth from his young friend's
cock, and pulled the boy's ass down to his face, tonguing the well-fucked
hole of the black and Indian loads that slid free.

The back of the truck smelled of men and sex, and the exhausted fuckers just
lay for some minutes, silent. New cum stains on the mattress recorded the
afternoon's events. Eventually Hawk climbed down from the truck and
disappeared, returning dressed in his jeans and with the cardboard box
filled with the Mexicans' clothes. Leroy and Hawk let them dress, then gave
them their IDs and bottled water, along with a map showing the best route to
the city, and indicating the paths used by border control. As they said
farewell, Leroy told them where they could find Hawk or himself, if they
needed some minutemen-style release. The two Americans watched the Mexicans
until they disappeared into the distance.

"Job well done", mused Leroy, as they climbed into the pickup cab. "Two more
illegals who've learned they really shouldn't fuck with the minutemen." Hawk
laughed and closed his eyes, squeezing his cock through his jeans as he
relived his incredible fuck.