Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 18:53:20 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Blacksub III -10

Randy Richards is a 39 y/o dominate whtmale looking for a live-in
submissive botm slave to worship his strong insatiable 9" cock. Jeffery
Rollins is a 19 y/o blkmale from the hood who was curious about his
sexuality, but had never been with a man before.
This is their story...

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BLACKSUB 3 -pt10

 Friday and Saturday night at "Rusty's Biker Bar" in downtown Philly are
always crowded. Rock music blasts over the speakers, while soft gay porn
usually plays on the television screens unless an important sports game
(hockey or baseball) is airing on TV. Rusty's cliental usually consist of
leather men, gay and bisexual bikers, bank investors, lawyers, computer
programmers, shop owners, security guards, mechanics, the unemployed,
etc. It's furnished with a 2 pool tables and 3 pinball games area in the
back, a seating area with 6 tables with four chairs each leading more
towards the front of the bar, and a long side bar which runs nearly the
length of the bar and is always served by at least 2 bartenders at all
times. Most weekends it's practically standing room only, the lucky ones
get a seat at the bar or tables, or get to lean against the back walls.
Tonight 40 year old Randy Richards and his friend 35 y/o Peter Dole were
the lucky ones to score a 4 seater table along with their dates for the
evening -19 y/o Jeffery Rollins and 27 y/o Torres Alvarez.

 The 4 men (a mixture of white, irish/italian, black, and puerto-rican)
sat around the table drinking in celebration of Randy's 40th birthday.
They toasted and partied and drank until their livers filled. And
whenever the 2 pitcher of beer got empty, they were immediately replaced
and refilled by 2 more.

"Aww, beer's all gone!" shouted Torres over the blast of music as he
poured the last glass.

"I'll go get more!" smiled Randy, happy to be able to stretch his legs
for a bit.
 He excused his way through the crowd and made it up to the bar. It took
the busy bartender a moment to realize him. He smiled as soon as he saw
Randy (dressed in only a black leather vest, leather pants and boots,
-his muscular tattooed arms and shoulders standing out along with his
well developed bare chest with just a peek at his nipple rings). "Two
pitchers of beer, please!" he told the bartender as soon as he got his
attention. The bartender nodded, then rushed down the other end of the
bar to fill the order. Randy couldn't help sneaking a peek at his ass in
his tight fitted jeans after he turned his back on him.

"See something you like?" asked Pete, walking up behind Randy and leaning
beside him at the counter.

"Nothing wrong with looking." said Randy, looking back over at his
friend.

"Nothing wrong with taking that hot young morsel in the back store-room
and giving him a quick pounding with your cock either, on your
birthday..." winked Pete, mischievously.
 Randy laughed out loud at his friend's candor.

"I'm in a relationship, remember?" said Randy.

"What does that mean? Does a relationship kill your cock?" asked Pete.

"Who is he anyway? I've never seen him before." asked Randy, ignoring
Pete's question.

"He's Rusty's new piece, I guess." said Pete, referring to the bar's
owner. "He started that weekend you and the BOYfriend went to see your
dad. He's been flirting with everything with a pulse. A real cum slut
from what I hear. Heard Rusty gave him a "get acquainted with the
customers" party in the back store room after hours last week. Heard he
took on most of the guys in the bar that night, much like your slave boy
did that first time I meet him." whispered Pete.

"Yeah, don't remind me." said Randy, having regret putting Jeffery
through that ordeal. But his intentions were to make Jeffery realize in
the short span of time they had together that first weekend, that
heterosexual life could never completely satisfy him sexually as gay life
could. He wanted Jeffery to get all the cock experience he could get in
that one weekend, incase he never saw him again. Fortunately it worked.
Shortly thereafter, they became an item.

"Sorry to hear about your dad, man. Bummer." consoled Pete, turning up
his beer glass. "Traveling all that way to see him, only to watch him
pass away in front of you...had to be tough. At least you had Jeffery
there for comfort."

"Yeah...the ole man was pretty colorful." recalled Randy, thinking back
to his recent trip. "But Jeffery way a life savor, despite how my dad
treated him." He tapped his fingers along the counter in beat of the
music, then paused and folded his arms along the rail. "If he hadn't
died, I might've killed him."

"He was what he was, man." offered Pete, simply. "People don't change,
you either accept them for who they are, -or you don't."

"He was an old bigot! He treated me and Jeffery like shit." said Randy,
casually.

"Tell me man, what did you expect him to be like when you got there? Did
you think he'd greet you and your new black boyfriend with open arms? A
big hug? Some Pillsbury Fresh Baked Cookies?" asked Pete, directly.
 Randy thought for a moment...

"I don't know...like human beings, I guess. I mean...it'd been years
since I last saw him, yet he just acted like it didn't matter. All he had
were complaints and criticism about my life and about Jeffery. It was
like being 20 years old all over again."

"You should BE so lucky, -mr just turned 40!" joked Pete, bringing an
audible grown from Randy's throat at the reminder of his birthday. Just
then, the cute new bartender came back with a tray and 2 full pitchers of
beer.

"Hey, doesn't Rusty have a policy that the bartenders have to give
birthday boys a kiss?" lied Pete, trying to trick the kid as he pulled
out his wallet and put the money for the beers on the counter to pay for
the drinks.

"It's your birthday?" asked the bartender, ignoring the man next to Randy
as he yelled out his own order.

"No, but it's my friend here's birthday!" said Pete, patting Randy on the
back.

"Oh, well...Happy birthday!" he congratulated, showing all teeth and
dimples. "I'm Andrew!" he added, sticking out his hand to shake.

"Randy!"

"Tell him how OLD you are, Randy!" laughed Pete, expecting to shame his
friend.

"Forty!" said Randy, proudly over Pete's chuckles.

"Well, you look GREAT for forty!" said the young bartender, leaning over
the bar to grab Randy by his leather vest. "And I don't know anything
about any 'Kiss The Birthday Boy' bar policies...but it sure sounds good
to me!" he added, pulling Randy forward as he planted a hot wet kiss upon
the man's mouth.
 Randy didn't resist, he merely allowed the bartender to kiss him,
catching the eyes of many of the men standing nearby as the young bar-man
slipped his tongue into Randy's mouth. When they broke this kiss, some of
the men started claiming it was their birthdays as well. The bartender
smiled at Randy mischievously before running down the other end of the
bar to get Randy's neighbor his order.

"You can thank ME for that later." said Pete, picking up the tray of
beers as he prepared to carefully walk back over to the table.
 Just a few feet away, Jeffery and Torres were getting reacquainted
themselves.

"So how is things in paradise?" asked Torres, with a smirk.

"Me and Randy are doing well. His father just past this week, and we had
to attend his funeral in Virginia." confided Jeffery.

"Sorry to hear that. He's a very attractive man..." admitted Torres,
eyeing Randy lustfully as he spoke with Pete. "...I know you enjoy
getting that big dick of his up your ass at night. Does he fuck you EVERY
night?"

"Like clock work." smirked Jeffery. "But Pete's no slouch, either. He's
handsome and hung, how often do you two get together?"

"Well let me tell you..." whispered Torres, leaning in close to conceal
his conversation. "He's been fucking the absolute SHIT out of me since
that day we all met! Sometimes he'd pick me up at work before I even get
home. My ass was so sore that first week, I could barely sit down at the
dinner table when I got home. I had to tell my wife that I had
hemorrhoids!"
 Jeffery laughed at Torres' tale. He could easily imagine Torres' fate,
as it sounded closely to his own fate after that first weekend he met
Randy.

"Well...sounds like you two have been getting along." said Pete, setting
the tray of beers down as Torres was dancing in his seat to the best of
the music. He was hispanic, and definitely liked to move his body.

"So what's up with you two?" asked Randy, once he re-claimed his seat and
poured him and Jeffery fresh beers.

"Oh, us?" asked Pete, smiling over at Torres. "We live together now." he
added casually, stealing Torres' lit cigarette and putting it up to his
own pursed lips.

"Really?" surprised Randy. Even Jeffery's eyebrows went up. "What about
his family?"

"He left them." said Pete simply, blowing out smoke. Both Randy and
Jeffery looked at each other, then back at them.

"Well, what happened?" asked Randy, more curious than ever.
 Torres got up to use the men's room while Pete took a swig, and
swallowed.

"Well, it appears that Torres' brother in-law found my nasty messages to
Torres on his home computer while he was on-line looking for a job one
day."

"And he told his sister?" asked Randy, eagerly.

"Not exactly." said Pete, taking his time to recall. "First he confronted
Torres. Torres tried to deny it, but the brother in-law had printed out
the messages, -and they were pretty raunchy!" admitted Pete with a smirk.
"When Torres finally owned up to it, the brother in-law told him to
either suck his dick for him, or he'd tell his sister that he was gay and
cheating on her with another man."

"Damn! So what he do?" asked Jeffery, all ears.

"He sucked his dick, of course." answered Pete, plainly. "But the in-law
wasn't satisfied with just head jobs, so he started fucking Torres up the
ass too. But then he got greedy and started coming over to fuck him every
day after work right up under the sister's nose. Torres said he would be
downstairs eating dinner with his wife and kids, when his brother in-law
would suddenly come over without notice wanting some ass. He'd take
Torres upstairs to one of the kid's rooms and butt fuck him right there
in his own house with his wife and kids just a floor away." laughed Pete,
exhaling a cloud of white smoke as Randy and Jeffery shook their heads in
disbelief. Jeffery knew well how family members could turn on you and
start fucking you without your consent. "Then one day while his family
was out, Torres said his brother in-law came by to fuck him with another
buddy of theirs. Said they made Torres do all sorts of sexual things to
their cocks in order to keep quiet. But then they lost all track of time,
and didn't hear when Torres' wife walked in on them, catching her husband
sandwiched between her baby brother and the neighborhood drug dealer,
right there in their own bed!"

"DAMN!" responded Randy, unable to decide if the story deserved his
sympathy or his lust.

"Yeah, they had him in doggy-style, -the brother in-law's fat cock still
stuck up his ass. Must've been a sight!" smiled Pete, taking another sip
of beer.

"So now he's staying with you?"

"Yup. Until he can decide what he wants to do. His wife kicked him out,
his has no place else to stay." said Pete, sympathetically. "Besides,
Torres is a HOT little number." he admitted. "Before he got caught, I'd
been picking him up at his house practically everyday since we met,
taking him to some cheap motel and fucking the shit out of him before
sending him back home to his wife and kids. That little rican has some
sweet pussy man, I've trained his ass pretty good. He could rival your
own little slut now."

"Is that so?" laughed Randy, not doubting his friend's sincerity.

"Definitely. I've been putting his ass through the ringer, shoving this
monster (he emphases by grabbing a hefty handful of his fat soft meat
through the crotch of his leather pants) clear up his ass to the balls at
least twice a night. He's a much different fuck than he was when you
first met him. You should try him out."

"I intend to, soon." smiled Randy, laughing at the irony.

"What?" asked Pete, curiously wondering what was so funny.

"After all the flack you gave me for taking in Jeffery because he was
black, now here you are with your very own puerto-rican!" smiled Randy,
making Pete eat his words.

"Yup. Lookings like we're both housing minorities!" laughed Pete, raising
his glass to toast. The 2 men drank to their fortune, while Jeffery
merely laughed to himself. When Torres came back from the restroom, he
bent down behind Pete and put his arms around his man's neck
affectionately. Pete turned his head in Torres' direction, and planted
him with a kiss. Randy could see Pete's tongue slither into the rican's
mouth as he sucked it happily. Randy and Jeffery looked at each other and
smiled, feeling like an old married couple after almost a year together.

"So...we going to this PARTY or what?" asked Pete, breaking the kiss and
looking back at the rest of the table.

"At The DUNGEON?" asked Randy, reluctantly. He wasn't really feeling up
for a wild night of untamed sex, he just wanted a nice romantic night
with him and his boi, and possibly Pete and Torres.

"HEY, it's your BIRTHDAY! Let's CELEBRATE! C'mon!" insisted Pete.

"Okay." said Randy, not wanting to the one to ruin everyone's fun. "Let's
go."
 They finished up the 2 pitchers of beer, getting themselves a nice buzz
in the process. Jeffery was definitely feeling over his limit. He could
barely stand as they made their way out the door of the bar and down the
street 2 blocks to The DUNGEON.

 The DUNGEON is a private club in downtown Philadelphia (member's only)
with an array of recreation, movie, and party rooms. The Ground Floor is
for check-in's, registration, cash bar, and locker rooms. Upstairs are
lounges and quiet rooms for personal conversations with vending machines
and private rooms for two or more occupants to rest and lay their heads.
Downstairs are the "party rooms", the fuck rooms, orgy rooms, gang bang
rooms, glory holes, and torture chambers for the seriously sadistic.

 Randy, Pete, Jeffery and Torres all walked into the establishment for
the first time, invited to a private party via email by an anonymous
friend of Randy's and Pete's. There was no name for the host on the
invite, and no number to confirm, just the address of the establishment
and a time of arrival. Randy originally chucked the invite into the
computer's trash ben, but then Pete called him up a few days later
reminding Randy that it fell on the date of his birthday. So to help
celebrate, they decided to check it out.

 They handed the invitation to the door-man standing post. He welcomed
them inside to wander about and get acquainted with other guests. There
were dozens of men there already. Some were dressed conservatively, while
others were donned in heavy leather gear. Some men barely wore anything,
fully expecting this to be a "bang" party. Randy was surprised to see his
good friend from the computer SUBMASTER tending host duties.

"Yeah, didn't you don't know?" asked Pete, surprised.

"Not at all. There was no name on the invitation. Not even a return
address."
 Pete laughed.

"It's a Couple Celebration. The union of 2 people coming together to
start a relationship."

"You mean Lynn's dating someone seriously?" asked Randy, excited. "Who?"

"uh...I believe the host is right...over there." pointed Pete.
 Randy turned around but all he saw was more men. There was a small group
circled around someone, and when the people parted, Randy's eyes narrowed
considerably.

"Chad!" he said through grit teeth.

"Yup. He broke away from Alfredo and has been shacking up with your buddy
Lynn Withmen."

"When did this all happen?" asked Randy curiously, feeling left
completely out of the circle.

"Well, they've been having an affair ever since that gang bang party Al
threw for Chad a few months ago. Now they're an item." informed Pete.

"Really?" astonished Randy. "I wasn't really no big fan of Alfredo's, but
how's he taking the kid's departure? It's gotta be bad."

"Rumor has it he's parked himself in front of one of the black restroom
glory holes in the North Philly Train's Station, and has been sucking any
dick that's gone through the hole ever since."

"Death by chocolate, eh?" teased Randy with a chuckle.

"Hello fellas, glad you could make my party." smiled Chad Maxwell,
walking up to greet his guests.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Chad." smiled Pete, holding his drink up
in honor of. "Oh, and this is my friend Torres. Torres, Chad." he
introduced.

"Hi." smiled Torres.

"Top or bottom?" asked Chad, straight forward.

"Eh?"

"Top or bottom?" he repeated.

"eh...bottom, I guess." said Torres, looking at Pete questionably.

"Well, keep your distance, cause this is MY gang bang party tonight!"
informed Chad, ignoring Jeffery and moving gracefully over to... "Hi
Randy. Glad you could make it." he continued, touching Randy's muscular
shoulder affectionately. "After our last encounter at the club, I was
afraid you wouldn't show. Glad to see you're big enough to let by-gones
be by-gones."

"So long as your able to, Chad." said Randy, with no real emotion.

"Don't I get a hug?" asked Chad, holding out his arms, invitingly.
 Randy reached out and hugged Chad, reluctantly.

"I'm expecting BIG present from you once the party starts." he whispered,
kissing Randy's cheek.

"What about your new boyfriend, Lynn?" asked Randy, breaking the hug.

"I'm the one throwing the party!" said Submaster-Lynn, appearing out of
no where. He grabbed Randy by the waist, giving him a big bear hug. "Good
to see you, man! Chad was worried you wouldn't show, so I sent that
special invitation to your house, minus the details of the party. You're
my gift to him!" smiled Lynn, mischievously. Randy was not amused. "Oh, I
see you brought your nigger slave. Good, the more the merrier! And who's
this, Pete?"

"This Torres, my new squeeze." joked Pete, wrapping his strong arm around
Torres' neck.

"Humm...I'm getting an idea!" said Lynn, brainstorming. "I white, a
black, and a puerto-rican bottom! All we need is a asian and we'll have a
four set!"

"I like that idea!" gleamed Pete, rubbing his mound openly.

"What idea?" asked Chad.

"Instead of one bottom for the party, we have three!" exclaimed Lynn.
"That is...if you guys don't mind sharing your boys..." added Lynn,
hopefully.

"I'm all for it!" jumped Pete, ignoring the nervous stares from Torres.
 Jeffery was concerned as well. He and Randy had no idea this was going
to become a "bang party", he was not prepared mentally to take on a gang
bang at such short notice. Then again, when was it ever discussed with
him? Randy set those bangs up without Jeff's knowledge, so what would
make this time any different?

"No! No! Hell NO!" screamed Chad, throwing a tantrum. "This is MY party!
MINE! I'm not sharing the spotlight with no nigger and a spic!"

"What's wrong, afraid of the competition?" asked Randy, not liking Chad's
behavior.

"I have no competition!" smirked Chad, staring Randy in the eye. "Your
nigger lover don't have shit on me!"

"Then what're you afraid of?" teased Randy.

"Not HIM!" pointed Chad. Jeffery merely listened, wondering what Randy's
plans were. "Bring him on! Both of them! We'll see whose the best bottom
here!" challenged Chad, spinning on his heels as he headed for the
"entertainment" room Downstairs.

"I guess that's it then!" smiled Lynn. "I better start spreading the word
that we have 3 bottoms instead of just one! This's gonna be great!" he
said joyously as he sped off into the crowd.

"I don't know about this, Pete. A gang bang? The only ones to fuck me so
far is you and Randy, I'm not sure I'm up for a bunch of guys fucking
me." worried Torres aloud.

"You're forgetting about your brother in-law and his drug dealer friend!"
reminded Pete. "But don't worry baby, you'll do well. Just pretend that
every dick that enters you is mine. Just ask Jeffery, he's been in a few
gang bangs, right?"

"Yes." answered Jeff swiftly.

"Really? How did you feel afterwards? Did you hurt?" concerned Torres.

"Just relax, and go with the flow." advised Jeffery. "Their just dicks."

"You down for this?" asked Randy, turning towards Jeffery. He looked him
deeply in the eyes, trying to discern if he would have a problem with
this.

"If you want me to do it, I will." said Jeffery, blindly.

"I do. Chad needs to be taught he's not made of gold, no matter what
Alfredo told him over the years."
 Randy leaned in and kissed Jeffery passionately, slipping his thick wet
tongue into his mouth. The men standing nearby turned and noticed the
display. Some watched in awe, while others were ready to join in. Randy
broke this kiss and took Jeffery by the hand to lead him into the
Entertainment room. Pete followed close behind, dragging Torres with him.

 In the back room Chad, Jeffery, and Torres stripped clothes, washed in
private showers and hosed themselves down inside and out. Chad eyed the
two challengers with wary eyes. He hated Jeffery for standing in the way
of he and Randy. Tonight was his night to show Randy that his nigger
lover had nothing on him, that when it came to forefilling Randy's
wildest sexual desires. -there was Chad and no one else!

 Lynn came in and guided all three bottom contenders into the Main
Entertainment Room, and showed them all off to the large group of nude
men surrounding them. He introduced his beloved "Chad" first, to the
cheer of the crowd. Chad had been had by many of them already over the
years, and most of them couldn't wait to get back up between his
perfectly round white butt cheeks again as he turned his back to them for
a show. Then Lynn introduced "Jeffery" to the roar of horny men. Most had
never seen a black man in the slings of The DUNGEON, so Jeffery would be
a welcomed and warm surprise to many of them that never experienced a
black man's pussy but always wanted to try. Especially when Lynn had him
turn his back to the crowd to show off his super round brown buttock.
Then Lynn introduced "Torres" to the group. Many of the men cheered and
stroked their hard leaking pricks. The compact pureto-rican was very sexy
and sensual with his dark spanish complexion.

 The 3 bottoms were shown their individual swings which hung suspended
from the ceiling by chains. The party guests had their pick of bottoms
they wanted to fuck or sample. As they were placed into their positions
(on their backs with their legs strapped high up and out of the way), all
the men gathered around, feeling, groping, stroking, fingering, pinching,
pulling, and slapping the trio as they made themselves more aroused at
the promise of things to come. Lynn, Randy and Pete stood in front of
their individual partners, their rock hard cocks already pre-greased and
ready to fuck. They aimed their hardons up to their boyfriends lubed
assholes, and counted to 3 before they each buried their dicks in to the
hilt, exploding a rousing roar from the crowd.

"AHHHH!!" yelled Jeffery, feeling Randy's dick bore straight through his
tight colon and deep into his hot bowels.

"AAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!!" screamed Torres. While Pete had been fucking him
daily (several times a day) since he moved in, his ass was still
extremely tight in comparison to Jeffery's and especially Chad's.
Particularly when Pete was hosting the bigger dick of the 3 men!

"uhhpph..." was all Chad grunted when he felt the full length of Lynn's
cock punch through his talented anus. Of the 3, he was the most
experienced bottom. Having been fucked since the age of 15, his asshole
was much larger and ready to accommodate big dicks better than the other
2 minorities. He was MADE for fucking. Al told him so many times over the
years. He was used to gang bangs, fisting parties, and being a human
urinal for men (see "Gang Banged White Pussyboy" for more details of
Chad's life).

 With the fuck fest officially started, -Randy, Pete, and Lynn hammered
into their perspective boyfriends, fucking them hard and deep as they
hung helplessly from the ceiling.
 Jeffery felt the immediate pain of Randy's cock when it rammed into him
full throttle, he squinted his eyes shut and bit nervously into his
bottom lip to help dull the pain in his ass. But once Randy's cock got a
thorough pace going, the consistent steady in and out motions made the
initial pain slowly started to disappear, becoming more and more
tolerable as he opened his eyes and looked up into Randy's.
 Randy looked down into his lover's eyes, feeling the connecting bond
they always felt for each other from the start. His hips slammed into
Jeffery's fat brown buttock over and over, driving his thick ample cock
in balls deep with every plunge. The crowd around them seemed to fade
away, even as strange hands reached in to fondle Jeffery's erect nipples
and hard black cock.

 Torres was in a sea of pain, the wails and the anguish of his cries
caught many's attentions. They all gathered in close to see his possible
rape (he was crying so loud they figured he couldn't be doing it
willingly). He thrash his head violently from left to right, screaming
and trying to knock himself out from the searing pain burning through his
painfully stretched rectum.
 Pete fucked into his boy's tight gripping asshole with all the strength
and power of a battering ram. (A DOM with a preference on the sadistic
side...) he power-drove his thick 10 inch cock through Torres' tight tiny
asshole like a plow. Despite Torres' mediocre experience with men and
taking cock anally, Pete bore into him as if he were a seasoned pro,
hammering and hacking his cock through the sore, torn, worn tissues of
his inner ass without a seeming care in the world.

 Chad was already open and receptive to Lynn's __ inch cock. He lay back
and relaxed as his ass quickly adjusted to the harsh ram job and initial
rough entry. He'd taken many cocks that way over the years, and Lynn's
durable dick was mild in comparison to some of them. His eyes
consistently roamed over to Randy. He watched the muscular bald man fuck
into his black lover with strength and passion, and wished it was HIM
instead.
 Lynn caught Chad looking over at Randy several times, watching the way
the top guy fucked into his slave. Lynn wasn't mad, it wasn't like he and
Chad were in a "love" relationship. Chad was in a situation with an older
man that he no longer wanted to be in, and Lynn was available to help.
The two had enjoyed fucking each other's brains out whenever possible, so
they seemed to be a good match. Lynn felt no animosity towards Randy for
having Chad's affections, in fact, he understood clearly why the boy was
attracted to him. Randy was; sure, cocky, handsome, built, hung,
independent, masculine, and sexually insatiable. What man wouldn't want
him? Even Lynn considered changing places every now and then and be
bottom for Randy, but he loved male pussy too much to give it up
completely. He fucked hard into Chad's snug hole, loving the way it mold
and conformed to the shape of his dick as he plunged in and out
mindlessly. Alfredo's downfall was turning the boy to anal sex, and then
not being able to forefill his desires. Lynn didn't worry about losing
Chad someday, he know guys like Chad were stone whores, and it was
dangerous to put your heart into one.

 Randy's cock was moving easier and faster now. Jeffery's heated hole
mold to his cock like warm wet clay, giving him a nice deep hole to plug
in. Randy let his hands roam all over Jeffery's tight brown body and fat
juicy black boi ass. He thanked his lucky stars for finding such a guy,
and felt his cock starting to pulse inside. Jeffery felt it too. His
asshole tightened around Randy's plunging tool as someone twisted and
pulled his black nipples. "Uhhh...UUUHHHHHHH...!!" Jeffery groaned a
loud, feeling the cum pump out of him from the intense fucking and expert
hand-job someone was giving him. Randy saw the pulse of white fluids
sprout from Jeffery's cock, and started cumming that same instant up his
boyfriend's ass. The guy that had been jacking Jeffery off, bent down to
lick his cum up off his body while someone else started to bite and
nibble his erect nipps.
 Randy slowly pulled out, his softening cock now satisfied as he left a
full load of hot cum in the hole he just vacated. Someone fell to their
knees and swallowed his cock to clean it, while another man pushed his
face up into Jeffery's ass to suck out the cum. Jeffery's eyes rolled up
into his head as the tongue entered his ass and the lips sealed to his
hole.

 Torres fought like mad to made room in his body for Peter's cock. He
tried relaxing his anal muscles, concentrating on something else other
than the pain, he tried counting to 100, he thought of his mother's
death...but nothing seemed to work. Pete just plowed and rammed into him
relentlessly, fucking and plunging into his aching asshole as if it
weren't attached to his body, -as if there was no other organs inside
him. Pete held onto Torres' legs and fucked him hard, driving every inch
of his long male appendage up his boi's ass. The screams and struggles
only seemed to make him fuck deeper as he drilled Torres a new asshole!
"AARRRRHHH...AAARRRR YEEAAAHHHH!!" yelled Pete, cumming like a lion up
his new lover's ass. Torres felt the deluge of Pete's heavy cum load fill
his anal canal, and started shooting his own load all over his stroking
hand and panting stomach. Instantly someone's face appeared to clean up
his DNA with their tongue, while Pete finally pulled his spent cock from
the rican's behind.
 Hot lips circled his dick, another pair swallowed his loose hanging
balls. Pete stood there in absolute bliss, his body being worshipped in
the way he felt it ought to.

 Lynn saw the other 2 tops cum up their boyfriend's asses, and redoubled
his efforts to get off in Chad's. His cock flew in and out of the warm
wet cunt hole faster than the eye could see. His pelvis crashed into
Chad's buttock with such force, that the impact rattled his balls causing
the to ache painfully. Chad saw Lynn's eyes roll up in their sockets when
he started to cum up his ass. Chad clamped his hole down on Lynn's dick,
squeezing it tight as it fired load upon load of thick hot cum into his
guts. Chad loved being cummed in, he loved the feeling of multi loads
swishing around inside his ass.
 As Lynn withdrew, and eager beaver rushed forth to taste Lynn's dick. He
sucked it deeply into the back of his throat, trying his best to suck the
man's balls out through his cock. Another man shoved his face between
Chad's ass cheeks, and sucked forth the rest of Lynn's cum which has
started to back out of the contracting anus. Lynn pulled his exhausted
penis from the cock sucker's mouth, then turned towards the crowd.

"Okay gentlemen, the bottoms are officially OPEN FOR BUSINESS!" he
shouted, much to the delight of the horny crowd as the moved in closer to
have their pick!