Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2007 14:34:33 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: competitors part 5 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 The youngest of the brothers offered me his shirt to wrap around my waist and helped me walk to the apartment. Without letting his brothers 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 I feared marked 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. Angry, but rational enough to agree with Artie's idea about enjoying the Borzoi before he needed to return home I had a few bottles of beer and gave up my ass to the still horny hound. Even without the added excitement of three men watching my performance I was quickly open enough for Ivan to punch his knot through my ass lips. I guess I generally have Artie's dick in my mouth when Lance punches his way in, so I don't make so much noise that I disturb the neighbors. Without my lover there I must have screamed as Ivan entered me. I heard a soft knock on the door before it opened but with the Borzoi on my back and his knot fully in my ass there was nothing I could do. Artie hadn't locked the door and I hadn't checked it while drinking and playing with Ivan. Looking up from my position under the hound I saw the young neighbor that had offered a professional blow job. I didn't know what to say to him and he stood as still as a statue with his mouth slowly drooping into an inviting pink hole that I knew I wanted as much as the dick in my ass. "If you slide under us there's a fully hard cock and hungry mouth waiting for you." I was afraid to address the elephant in the room, afraid the young man watching me would leave, call his brothers or our other neighbors, attack me in my helpless position, stand with the door open so that everyone could see what was happening or a hundred other equally frightful actions. My voice took a few seconds to penetrate his coma. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, my fear was blocked by the wooden door. Much like the previous night I enjoyed performing for an audience, even though the audience had seen me taking both of his brothers' fists a mere few hours earlier. There is something so much more primal about being mounted by a dog stud than a human that makes my entire body tingle and my soul to soar. Willie walked around the room looking at Ivan and I from above. After a few minutes he knelt about six feet from Ivan and tried seeing the dick that connected the dog to me. I could tell curiosity was dragging him closer and closer, but I didn't know if there was a chance that he would join us. The only hope I had was his offer that morning and I suppose the knowledge that he was not completely unfamiliar with alternative sex acts, after all he and his brother had used my ass for their fist and my mouth as a dump for their hot loads. The thundering stream of dog cum entering me caused me to close my eyes and enjoy the moment. Ivan had turned and stood with his ass to mine before I was able to open my eyes. Waiting there was the seven and a half or eight inches I had first enjoyed that morning. Greedily, I got to work on the treat waiting to melt in my mouth. It wasn't much about technique or having my benefactor lasting long, I wanted more of the spicy, peppery, tasty gobs of cum coating my tongue and throat. Without Ivan on my back I was able to reach under Wille's sac with one hand and massage not only his balls but the opening to his ass that pulsed like the blow hole on a whale. As much as I wanted to fill his mouth with cock, cum and piss I wanted to fuck him. I didn't know what it was about him that excited me to the level of wanting to dominate him, but it didn't matter because I wasn't going to let him leave the apartment until he was full of my cum. I suppose it's because he had unloaded three times in the previous twenty hours or maybe because my asshole had two fists and his huge knot loosen it, whichever or whatever combination of the two it might have been Ivan plopped out of me mere minutes after he finished gushing. He had just laid down and reached his own dick when Willie crawled under me and took my cock in his mouth. He was only half way down the shaft when he began shooting what I was disappointed to find a small load of the tasty treat he had flooded me with earlier. He was too sensitive to rest in my mouth. I didn't resist as he withdrew his dick and then crawled out from under me. If I was going to mount him he needed to be in a different position, but he took over, rolling me on my back and engulfing my cock in one downward movement. The blow job he delivered was as great as the blowjob he promised. He has powerful jaws and smooth lips that could easily swallow the entirity of my cock and when he paused, my balls at the same time. I'm not that well hung, I only stretch to a little over five inches when hard and about average thickness. No one has ever been rude enough to tell me I don't have enough and Willie found a way to lodge the tip of my cock in the opening of his throat and begin humming a spiritual that he must have learned in church. I wanted to thrust at his throat and unload the cum he was drawing out of my balls but he held me too tightly to move. I felt his fingers roaming over my ass attempting to find the opening when Willie gasped outloud and my cock fell from his mouth. Gob after gob of my seed hit him in the face and open mouth as he began to understand that Ivan had stuck his wet snout and tongue between his butt cheeks. Sputtering to swallow and lick up the cum that was washing his face Willie tried to move his butt away from the licking beast that had found a new treat. Only after Willie begged me not to let Ivan fuck him did I tell the dog to lay down. His light mocha face was a mess with cum and tears running down both cheeks. I sat up and held him to my chest until he stapped crying and tried to explain his fear of being fucked. Willie wasn't actually a virgin, but he had never will-ingly given up his ass. When he was twelve his brothers and one of their friends had raped him everyday of the Christmas holiday from school until their father came home early on New Year's Eve and found the boys punking him. That would have been enough and he would probably never have given his ass to anyone again even though he was willing to suck just about anyone he met. The year he graduated from high school he was arrested for auto theft when he was joy riding with one of his cousins that had actually stolen the car. The 'system' didn't care that he was only along for the ride. He was sentenced to six months in the county jail. For four months he was okay, he was in with mostly young black guys that were a lot like him and no one was staying too long. One of the guards took a fancy to his blow jobs and had him moved to the floor where he worked most often. There Willie was in with an older population that thought he was brought in to service them. For the last two months of his sentence he was treated as a sex slave, whenever another prisoner wanted him he had to submit. His great blow jobs had protected his ass from a lot of the older prisoners, but there were two that didn't care how good his mouth was. They wanted his ass and fucked him every morning and fisted him every night. By the time he left the jail he needed to go to the hospital to have his ass repaired. I was empathetic, but still I was disappointed that I wasn't going to enjoy fucking him or watching Ivan or Lance mount him. Willie stayed the rest of the night with me. He watched Ivan mount me again while standing over my head fucking my mouth. Surprisingly, I was able to talk Willie into drinking piss straight from my cock, while it rested on his tongue; I had always been the recipient in my relationship with Artie and this was a great joy. I believed that the time would come when I could give him a good golden shower and drink his piss, but it didn't happen that night. He woke before the sun rose and went to work, around ten Kin knocked on the door to get his dog and shortly thereafter I went to work. For a week I didn't hear from Artie, I was beginning to believe my worst fears about him leaving me had come true. The day the rent was due I came home to find an envelope slid under the door with half the money I needed. I could barely contain myself with the thought that Artie wanted to return but hadn't yet found a way. I didn't believe he would give me the rent money unless he intended to live with me. A week had passed and Artie had neither tried calling me or answered the messages I'd left at the training ring, it was the longest either of us had gone without sex since the first afternoon in the lockerroom. Well, at least the longest I had gone. The posers in the gym started looking attractive, I found myself standing in the restroom waiting for members to piss and drooling at stray dogs as I walked home along the street. Other than the evening I spent with Willie I managed to restrain my desires and waited in the apartment for my man. Every day that passed by made that decision seem more foolish. Artie must have been feeling some of the same desires as me, why else would he have decided to bring Lance to the apartment and reminded me of the original reason he had brought him to school, so I would have a cock at hand and not stray from home. Yet even then he didn't return. Two nights later Artie had a cage match with an opponent that he had pinned while in college. Jim Walters was an associate of Kin and had heard some of what the two competitors had been wagering on their matches. Later he told me that he tried to resist Jim's demand for a wager, but when he did his opponent exerted a little blackmail. It was enough to make Artie angry and enough to make him wager some stupidity. Artie won in the first two minutes, nearly tearing Jim's head off his neck. I hadn't seen him react so harshly to an opponent in any of his previous matches, after the final match Jim entered the home team's lockerroom and crawled to each member of the team and licked and kissed both of their feet. When he reached Artie he not only licked and kissed but also took each toe in his mouth and sucked on them. The whole time he was in the lockerroom Artie's teammates swatted at him with towels and called him names. At least no one tried using him for a commode like they had Kin. Around midnight he came home and dragged me from the bed to the bathroom where he filled my mouth with the celebratory beer he'd drank while with the team. Only after fucking my mouth and spurting out the bitterest load I've ever taken did he speak. The first thing he said was an order for Lance to mount me. With the dog on my back and no way to defend myself Artie apologized for his behavior and promised that he would never again use me as the currency in one of his bets without asking my permission. By the time Lance had turned and pulled from my asshole Artie had admitted that he had been acting as though he owned me and would now try changing. For a year we had been having sex. Now, back together after our first major fight we were making love. There are nights that we reserve for hardcore fucking, sucking, piss and bestiality, but most of the time we treat each other better than we ever have and respect boundaries that we have both agreed upon. I doubt if Lance is as happy, but I am much happier and so is Artie.