Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 14:46:03 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: spring break 1 If you've read any of the history between Rafa, Dan and Cho you know that this story will be non-mainstream. Neither guy wants heterosexual contact. So if homosexual stories,containing dominance, bestiality, watersports and various other alternatives bother you or are illegal in you area get to work and change your community and come back when you need a charge. Spring Break Rafa called the Friday before finals started. He offered me a plane ticket to Mexico City and a place to stay for a week. We hadn't seen each other since Christmas, his transfer had done almost as much to destroy our relationship as the rape he suffered in our backyard. The ten weeks he'd been away had changed him some, he was back to giving orders that I rushed to obey, but he was also more gentle with me when Cho wasn't part of our play. Rafa had left Cho with me, I suppose I should put that differently, Rafa had left me with Cho. The big Akita wouldn't leave anyone get near me and I think Raa thought that he might keep me too busy to visit any of the bars or parks looking for a new man, my ass was usually filled by my companion at least once every two days and on occassions Cho would demand he be allowed access more than one time on any given night. Rafa was right in thinking that I wouldn't be out having anyone else fuck me, but there were a few guys that I took the opportunity to suck off in the library and student union restrooms. Cho was about one hundred and seventy pounds of pure possessiveness, I was his bitch and there was nobody that could have told him differently. Thanksgiving weekend I was stupid horny and when I found a shepard mutt roaming the parking lots that surrounded the house I tried introducing him into what I thought was palying in the backyard. The mutt may have weighed over a hundred pounds, but he was unable to defend himself against my stud. Cho had him by the throat and was ripping it open before I was into the yard. The poor stray was dead within minutes, but before he gave up Cho had taken one bite and castrated him. The Akita looked up at me after that with a gleam in his eyes that made me believe he had bit the mutt's balls off as a warning to me. We all know that animals aren't suppose to have those types of thoughts, but standing over the dead shepard I would have been easy to convince that Cho did, especially when he licked his snout after swallowing. I was distraught over what I had caused. I hadn't intended the dogs to fight and certainly had never planned on killing the shepard. As much as the Akita tried going for my ass that weekend I kept it covered with extra layers of clothing, I didn't know whether he thought it was a prize or his possession but I wasn'y going to let him think it was a reward for killing another animal. I managed to resist getting on my knees for Cho until Sunday afternoon, by that time he was ready to mount me with only a few quick laps at my ass. Reading a zoophilia site on the internet I had once read that a dog's dick keeps growing until he is five or six, well Cho was six by this time and I was being forced to take ten inches of thick dick, a knot and then another five inches. Having waited an uncustomary four days Cho pounded away on my back for much shorter than normal. He had turned and tied me, I thought I wasn't going to be fully satisfied until later that day when that damn dog turned agained and without ever withdrawing began the long, hard fuck that I needed. When Rafa showed up at Christmas Cho must have smelled Ivan and Sean on him, because the Akita was less possessive than he'd been around other people. Rafa wasn't much different from a dog himself, before he even said hello to me he ordered me into the backyard, on my knees and nearly drowned me in a stream of salty piss that he must have been saving from the time he woke ten hours earlier. Cho had never used piss to mark me, but I knew that Rafa was marking me as his. That dog must have understood what was happening as well as I did, he walked behind me and lifting his leg pissed on my ass. I'd been gang raped by men and dogs, drank piss, bathed in piss and treated as less than human by friends of Jesus and his brother, but that was the first time that I had been forced to submit to a dog pissing on me. "Looks like Cho isn't going to share your ass with me, bitch. I didn't come a thousand miles to use your mouth, when he's not fucking your mouth or ass you better keep him locked up." For the next few hours the pair tried to out do each other in the amount of piss they let flow over my body. It wasn't the best weekend I've ever had, Rafa enjoyed himself and so did Cho. It took me two weeks to heal from the beating Rafa gave me when I didn't get Cho in the dog run quickly enough, he had been practicing with the whips he bought after I moved into the house and I was left with the need to douse my back with peroxide and antibiotics. The idea of meeting Jesus in Mexico left me with a hard dick for three days, I finally returned his call and left a message to let him know that I'd try to find a sitter for Cho and if I did I would join him. I had stopped carrying Rafa's phone since the only time he wanted to hear from me on the cell was once a week when I was giving him a blow by blow account of mating with Cho. You can tell from this that although I thought he had wanted to leave me when he accepted the transfer that we were still connected in ways that could make either of us think that there was a chance we would live together again. When I arrived back at the house after studying in the library, sucking three different cocks and drinking one load of piss provided by a graduate assistant to the librarian there was a message on the phone. "I called the breeder where Fred bought Cho, he should be coming by the house or calling to arrange a time when he can pick up Cho. He has three bitches in heat and will pay you two hundred each and a pup if Cho is successful. Your ticket, to and from Mexico should be there tomorrow evening. You won't need many clothes, I expect to have you on your knees and back most of the week." Nothing would have made me happier at that moment than a blow job. Cho doesn't suck or lick my dick and I wasn't going out. I tried having dinner and studying some more, but there was no sense in it, I was too horny. Finally I grabbed the cell phone, dialed Jesus's number and went into the back yard and coaxed Cho up on my back. That's not quite right, I got on my knees and Cho jumped up without any ccoaxing. He didn't care that my mouth had been used by other dicks, he never did; if I'd let somebody fuck me it would have been different. Mr. Benedict picked up Cho two days later, Thursday afternon after my final exam I was on the airplane headed to Mexico. I hadn't checked out my tickets except to find out the time I needed to be at the airport. Usually when I travel I take the books I need to read with me, this time I had decided that I wasn't loading myself down with anything other than toiletries and extra shorts and T's. I didn't even fill one backpack. The ticket agent seemed to think that was funny, so did the stewardess when I sat down in first class. I had gone to Acapulco twice for spring break, any term of extreme pleasure you'd like would cover the experience. Both times I had found a dancer at one of the clubs that wanted to fuck me two or three times a day while I was there and go home with me for more. There in first class stood the first of the two guys. Jaimie could fuck with the best, I hadn't expected more than an evening's entertainment when I took him off the bar counter and stroked his hard dick in front of the crowd. I'm not prejudiced and I don't even presuppose physical characteristics of people with different racial or ethnic backgrounds, but most Mexicans I've been with are between six and seven inches long. That is fine with me, I find six to seven inches to be a good size for all night sucking. It also isn't a bad size to have up your butt as long as it has a mormal circumference. While Jaimie had been dancing his dick had appeared to be in the range I expected, I could see that he had a condom wrapped around his balls and shaft to keep him hard so I didn't expect any more dick. I was pleasantly surprised when he grew another two inches in my hand and whispered that he might have a few more centimeters he could give me when he took off the condom. When the other passengers were settled in their seats Jaimie came to my seat and spoke with me. He wasn't just being professional or nice, I could see that he was straining against the blue material of his uniform. If there had been a place I would have offered him a quick blow job or fuck before we got off the ground. Throughout the first hour in flight Jaimie made certain that he pressed his crotch up against me every chance he had, I thought he wanted me to suck him in front of the other passengers, but it was his job and I wasn't going to endanger it even if he was too horny to care. Everyone in first class was eating when I saw the chance to catch him in the galley by himself. I was eager to taste the big loads I remembered him shooting, his cum had a distinctive sweet taste that made me think he drank a lot of soda. Before I could sink to my knees and pull his dick free Jaimie pushed me across the aisle of the plane and into the lav. He let me suck on him for a few minutes and then pulled me up and bent me over to fuck. Using only spit for lube Jaimie plunged into me harder than ever. I gasped, only to feel his hand curl around my mouth. Jaimie couldn't take his time, he had to get back to his work. I didn't count, but I doubt he hit me with twenty strokes before he was flooding my ass. Unbelievably enough I felt every drop of cum hitting the inside of my colon, by the time I'd counted five splats I was shooting too. When he pulled out I sank to the cold metal seat to rest. I was used to Rafa using my mouth to clean off his dick after he fucked me and half-expected Jaimie to do the same, I don't know why he had always been too sweet to do that, but he turned to the sink and rinsed off and then dried his cock with paper towels. "Amigo, I need to pee. Spread your legs." I guess he didn't think I could move. But I could and did, taking the head of his dick in my mouth and holding it gently I waited to see if he got the message or I would have to beg. I got that load of piss and another after the pilot told the passengers that we would be landing in five minutes, I had to beg in English and Spanish for Jaimie to let me drink his orina caliente while the plane was descending. I've hated the airport in Mexico City since the first time I went to Cancun. There are too many lines, too many people, too many languages, etc.,etc.. Once I'd made it throught customs and headed downstairs I found Rafa waiting. When he grabbed me to hug, I was surprised that he could tell that I had beendrinking piss. He looked like he was going to explode at me when Jaimie walked up and hugged him from behind. Turning quick with a fist raised he broke into a bigger smile than I'd seen since the day he was dog-raped. "Jaimie, eso esta mi amigo." I didn't know that Jesus and Jaimie knew each other and having Jesus try to introduce me was hilarious. When Jaimie congratulated Rafa on having a friend that drank piss straight from the pinga he put two and two together. "You know each other?" "Si, I've fucked him many times." What was Jaimie doing, Rafa was going to get really pissed if he didn't stop talking like that? Rafa tried being more reasonable than I had ever seen, "Well no more, Jaimie he's my bitch." The reaction to that was immediate, Jaimie grabbed Rafa by the arm and they began speaking quietly into each other's ears. "Tuesday night, Rafa?" I didn't know what they had agreed on, but Rafa and Jaimie shook on the idea of Tuesay night. It was four day away and there was nothing to stop Rafa and I from enjoying ourselves. I had expected that we would take off immediately for the house he had mentioned in one phone call, but we went to the Zona Rosa and had dinner. Rafa seemed like he was still a bit angry at me about Jaimie, but during dinner he had regained some of his old swagger and took the opportunity to show off my willingness to do whatever ordered to do. I wasn't happy to be in a strange country kneeling beneath a table in a crowded restaurant licking salsa off his shoe, but whatever he demanded I would do. Rafa had ordered desert and the waiter had left our table when Rafa picked up my beerglass and left the table. He got back to the table at about the same time as his desert. Setting my glass on the table he ordered me to drink. As soon as I put my hand on the glass I knew why. The thought of sitting in the middle of two hundred people drinking his piss was not humiliating, it was exciting for me to think that Rafa wanted everyone in the city to see me quenching my thirst with his waste. I had travelled commando, the erection caused by the order must have made my balls and dick visible to a number of people, including the children running between tables. All it would have taken for me to splatter the sidewalk under my seat was one of the dogs I saw wandering throught the area to stick its nose under the table. I finished one glass without stopping, smiling at me Rafa took the glass and headed to the restroom again. We spent a few hours in a couple different bars, talking about what we could do in the next few days. Everytime my glass was empty, Rafa took care to fill it personally. How he had gotten that much control over pissing is beyond me, I either piss or don't, I can't let out just a glassful at a time. Between a few beers and glass after glass of Rafa's piss I was feeling quite drunk. It was about eleven o'clock when we stumbled down the stairs and crept into one of the green and white Volkswagen taxis.