Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2007 17:43:30 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: the competitors 4 If stories of alternative sexuality, incest, bestiality, watersports, homosexuality etc are illegal in you area or offend your delicate sensabilities find something else to read. If you are a minor, please get your information and fantasies elsewhere. If what I write excites you or you want me to continue, let me know at cbru49@gmail.com The Prize "Artie, the next fight we have is going to have to be over ownereship of your boy." "He doesn't own me!" "Get real, boy. Anytime a man can make a bet with another person taking the consequences he owns that person. You may have agreed to the idea, but unless he owned you he wouldn't have suggested it." When I looked at Artie he only shrugged his shoulders as if to say "he's not completely wrong is he?" The truth was more than I wanted to hear. There was only one thing that could help my pain and that was getting Ivan back on top of me and humping as hard as he could. For the next three hours I tried hard to forget what Kin had said and the look on Artie's face when I questioned the veracity of the claim. Anytime Ivan's huge knot was in me or was pounding away at my ass, battering its way in, I didn't think about the friends and competitors. Even when I only had one of the three human cocks in my mouth I didn't think about Kin's claim. However, when Carl tried to get permission to fuck me Artie objected. I was angry enough at the betrayal by my lover that had he not spoken as quickly as he had Carl would have been able to stick me with his dagger. Kin and Carl were getting drunk and giving Artie a difficult time about being a faggot in a man's sport. Normally I would have been offended and stood at his side, but I was too angry at the three men and instead of joining the discussion went over to the resting dog and laying down at his side sucked the pink bone out of the shaggy sheath. Ivan was the only one in the room that I cared about at the moment. If Artie had come near me I'm afraid that we would have had a battle much like what he'd been in earlier, my martial arts training is nothing like Kin's but I am almost as strong as Artie. The argument lasted long enough for me to drain another load of weak thin cum from the Borzoi. Until the cock dropped from my mouth I intended to swallow all Ivan was giving me, but as the nearly tasteless fluid was pumping onto my tongue I decided that I would give as much of it back to him as I could. I ignored the others and spit the cum in my hand and then wiped it on my hard dick and creeping balls. When Ivan smelled the cum on my dick he started licking and lapping at my balls, dick and ass. I lay back comfortably on the mat letting Ivan work out my second load of the night. My body was more responsive than after a night with Artie, my nipples were erect and nearly painful, my asshole was throbbing as if grasping for another cock to fill it, my balls were trying to work their way into the sockets they had de-scended from when I was a child and my jaws had locked with my mouth not quite closed. I wanted to sleep but angry at Artie and afraid that Ivan would once again try probing my ass I felt lost in my own apartment, a stranger at home. With my eyes drooping and my 'tail' dragging I walked out to my car and fell asleep on the back seat. It wasn't the first time I'd retreated to the car when angry at Artie, but normally I would have been dressed and I would remember to close the door. I don't know whether it was the beer, the abuse of my body or exhaustion, but I fell face down on the back seat and lay there exposed to any of our neighbors. We were in a four-plex, so there weren't that many people that could see me; none that I would have thought interested. I didn't hear Kin and Carl leave, nor did I hear Artie looking for me. The sun had rose before anything pene-trated my consciousness, at first I didn't know what was poking between my legs. Half a dozen times I had spoken with the owner of the house next door to the apartments. He occasionally had a few young, black men in his yard tossing a Frisbee to a Golden retriever that would give up after ten minutes. The dog was as large as any Golden Retriever I had ever seen and way overweight. The young men were very much unlike the dog, they were all about five foot eight or nine inches tall and svelte. I doubt the heaviest of the brothers was much over one hundred and forty although their chests were nicely developed. Like I said, I had talked with the owner of the house who was their father but I'd never spoken to any of the sons; not because they scared me or any such pedestrian reason, simply because any time I walked past they were too busy to look at me. Pinned to the cloth seat I realized that it was one of the neighbor's sons that was holding me in place and talking and laughing with one of his brothers. I thought the young man was trying to get his dick in me until fully awake it hit me that he was sitting back too far to reach my ass with his dick. That was when I understood what he was saying to his brother about my ass being so wide open that he could stick four fingers in me without waking me. I was enjoying the feel of his fingers massaging me so much that I couldn't resist pushing my butt back further on his hand. For a moment he kept his mouth shut and slid his hand around until it slid in easily. Before pushing or moving his hand he called to his brother to come see what the honky ass had done. I didn't care that he made a mistake and called me a honky, most people can't tell that I'm a mixture of four races and only when in philosophical discussions do I correct them. Feeling him making a fist within me I let myself think about the huge knot that had opened me wide the previous night and began squeezing and sliding on the arm that penetrated me. The brother that had been listening and laughing with the one that had his arm in my ass crawled over the front seat and stuck about seven and a half or eight inches of rubbery dick in my face. The smell of cheese covered by his tight foreskin was stronger than the acrid smell of Ivan or Lance but not disagreeable. I didn't need to do anything more than open my lips to accept the dick be presented to me and let him hold my head still as he didn't wait to get into a fucking rhythym of pounding the head against my tonsils. One load of cum coating my throat and mouth was not enough. I hadn't seen the third of the brothers before he sank to his knees in front of me. I was being pushed back further and further on the arm in my ass, but the fullness was neither uncomfortable or distressing. As I swallowed the second load of family cum I offered the third brother his chance if he'd let one of his brothers replace him although I didn't want to let his hand and arm to retreat. During the next half hour or more they pumped three more loads of spicy, peppery and tasty, cum in my mouth. Feeling the second hand sliding out of my ass and a hot splash in its place I thought my morning was finished. What I hadn't expected was for the Golden retriever to stepped into his owner's place and bury his tongue in the wide open chute. I thanked heaven that there was no room in the car for the big dog to manage mounting me, my ass was feeling all of the abuse it had received over the previous twenty-four hours. The youngest of the brothers offered me his shirt to wrap around my waist and helped me walk to the apartment. Without letting his brtothers see what he was doing he reached under the shirt and told me if I was ready he would give me a blow job that I'd never forget. Hanging in the doorway I draped his shirt over my shoulder and suggested that he come back the next day and we could do what-ever he wanted. That night Artie and I had an argument that probably marks the end of our relationship. Before he left to stay with a friend he tried reminding me that it was the last night I'd have with Ivan and should enjoy myself I told him he should try it himself if he was so set on pimping me out to his friends and competition.