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You are NOT to read this unless you are over the legal age in your state or country. Do NOT read if you object to homosexual erotica in any form. Copyright 1997 by Alejandro Fuentemayor. All rights reserved. Comments or suggestions to afuentemayor@hotmail.com version of December 1997
My Black Lamborghini Chapter 1
I'm a 37-year-old Hispanic high school teacher of Cuban-Scottish origin who also teaches at the local university. I was married for 15 years -- but that's another story. I probably should have gotten out of the situation a long time before and followed my interests. When I was young, I had several gay experiences, but getting married and having children was the macho thing to do. All my true sexual interests got shoved to the back shelf while I was married. I have taught high school Spanish for many years and have enjoyed looking at the gorgeous young boys that I have had in class, but I have never touched one -- looked -- but never touched. About six years ago while teaching as an adjunct professor at a local southern university, I ran across an absolutely beautiful studly, very tall 20 year old Black male by the name of Kevin in one of my classes. He devoured every word that I said in class and he sat in front and watched me intently. More than once I noticed his furtive glances and his most masculine mode of walk and talk. We interacted a lot and yet I never was quite sure about him. We connected, and yet we didn't. I definitely was turned on, and I think that he was too, yet we both moved on our separate ways.
A short time later I taught a most gorgeous 16-year-old black athlete in my high school class who always needed extra after-school help to keep his grades up. I happily obliged, and he got a lot out of my help and did very well in the class. He occasionally would stop in and ask if I needed any help around the classroom. Only at the end of the year did Paul, or Pablo as I called him, even mention causally to me that he lived with his cousin Kevin who had also been my student. It never really registered with me at that time that the two former students and cousins had a lot in common.
Shortly before last Christmas during my winter break, I walked into "Etchings", a tattoo and body piercing salon in town to find out about getting a nipple pierce. It was going to be my Christmas present to myself. Something really personal -- kind of a divorce celebration gift. I planned to mark a division in my life from years of unhappy marriage to a flight of freedom. I asked the woman attendant about their services and jewelry and she told me to wait in one of the small private rooms for the attendant that would be right in.
The door opened and in walked Kevin...now 26 and built up like a Black Greek god. I almost didn't recognize him through his newly acquired mass that enhanced his 6' 6" height, but once he turned on his smile and called me "Profe" all the truth of the situation dawned on me. We talked for a couple of minutes while I surreptitiously examined him and his jean bulge. "I hear that you are interested in a nipple piercing!", quickly and matter of factly, followed by "I never thought that I would have the chance to get my hands on one of your nipples!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What do you mean?"
"When I was a student in your class, I always watched intently how your nipples responded to all types of stimuli. I could practically tell the temperature in class or what you were thinking by how much they were saluting or how they moved. I had never seen such an expressive set of nipples on such a good-looking chest. It was the hardest thing in the world to keep my hands off of them in class. And now I'm going to get to handle them and make an evaluation. Take your shirt of and lie back and relax. Now it's my turn to get a good look."
I couldn't believe what was being said and what was happening. He had read me like a book.
While I relaxed (somewhat) he told me about how he was now entering his final year of pre-med at the university about three hours away, his part time job doing piercings, how his own nipples were pierced... and how he had often beat off thinking about my nipples and what he had often thought he would like to do to me. He hoped that I was not offended by his comments ("Oh, no, no, no.") With just a short professional examination, he had me ready to explode. He indicated that over stimulation of clients was tabu in the salon and that he would be glad to come over to my house the next night and watch the football game If I didn't mind. Oh, and yes, he indicated that I would be a marvelous candidate not only for a nipple piercing but also for other piercings that he would be glad to suggest and perform in more comfortable surroundings.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. In the matter of just a few minutes, my entire world had changed. I had met the man of my dreams who had been thinking about me for the last several years without me even knowing it.
I'm just a bit over 6' tall and weigh about 210. I ride my bike a lot and work out at the gym a couple times a week. I used to do a lot of weight lifting, but now do just enough to keep in quite good shape for the beaches.
The next morning early I went to the gym to work out and I ran into my former student "Pablo" now working there as a young 19 year old spotter and trainer. While I was working on my calf muscles he stopped over and casually commented with a glint in his eye that "Kevin was certainly glad to see you last night at the salon!" All of a sudden I remembered the connection between the two. He added suddenly, "You have been in OUR thoughts a lot since you were my teacher and even after I graduated." The picture became more intriguing and interesting.
Since I had been celibate and out of circulation for such a long time, I wasn't quite sure about what to expect the next evening with Kevin's visit. I prepared a delicious dinner for us and had the leather sofa well placed in front of the TV so we could watch one of the year end bowl games.
Kevin is nearly 6' 6" tall with broad shoulders veeing down to a 34" waist. He has an all tooth smile that lights up the room and immediately relaxes you. He walks in and dominates the situation due to the force of his personality, his physical mass and presence as well as his regal beauty. He was wearing a plunging white tight tee that showed his pierced nipples through the material. Tonight his faded second-skin jeans showed his massive sausage that ran forever down his leg. I had not realized that anyone could comfortably walk and sit with a cock in that position in those tight a pants. I joked that those must be magnetic pants and he indicated that they certainly did attract a lot.
He arrived on time and with an appetite, a gift in one hand and a gym bag in the other. I opened the beautifully wrapped present and found a box of a dozen condoms. I asked him if he thought a dozen was enough and he grinned "I hope not!". He ate and ate while he watched the game. He was most appreciative.
He came over to the leather sofa and snuggled up with me and a glass of wine. He liked the dry white. As the game wound down he wound up and asked me to remove my shirt which I did. His moist lips searched for the nipples he had designs on. His smooth yet slightly bumpy tongue and neatly trimmed lip mustache brought them to immediate attention that he promptly took advantage of. His miracle tongue gave the areolas and nipples a massage unlike any they had ever experienced before. He opened his mouth and back tongued the entire structure. He was so thorough and attentive that he kept me just on the brink of explosion. He turned one simple act into a Chinese tit torture that should have been illegal.
He said that tonight he wanted to concentrate on the objects of his six years of fantasy and that he wanted to make me suffer as much as I had unwittingly made him suffer over the years. He spoke with an imagination and intellect that let me know that he and he alone was in complete control of the actions that were happening now and were yet to happen. With his sheer words alone he was able to bind and tie me to that sofa. It was as if he had me hypnotized and completely under his verbal control. And then he did it. In rapid succession he made me come twice without ever touching my member. Only his tongue, chest massage and erotic suggestions made me cum and fill up my pants. Without ever letting me touch him he had me out of my clothes. Except for one drop of my cream that he moved from his long finger to my own lips, he licked every last drop of my creamy dessert. He then sucked me of a smaller third serving that I thought would kill me and drain me unlike ever before. I felt much like one of those rattle snakes that is forced to give up all of its venom -- milked to excess.
He next asked me if I trusted him and I responded affirmatively. He suggested that we go to the bathroom. He was surprised at the master bath that had both a large Jacuzzi tub and a custom shower stall (orgy sized) with two shower heads.
He made me get down on the floor of the shower doggy style and he removed his clothes and pulled some equipment and tubes out of his gym bag. Within a minute I found myself being showered and scrubbed like a pet dog. A loofa sponge scrubbed every inch of me, and yet I was not able -- not allowed -- to respond in kind. Only a small light was on outside the shower stall in the bathroom and I could not see my jet-black laundry machine at work. The water went off for a moment and I wondered if I would be dried next. He again asked if I trusted him and I responded as before, but a little hesitantly. He asked me again and this time I answered him as he wanted. His response was "Relax completely" A moment later I knew why when I felt a lubricated finger artfully probe my anus and insert lubricant. Momentarily I felt a long thin tube enter about four inches into me. A whoosh and it was removed. It was not his awesome cock as I had feared. In a couple of moments a slightly larger tube went in and then I felt warm rushing water begin to flood my insides. "I want to completely clean you out so that you can better serve me! Do you trust me?" ("Yes!")
He filled me and then filled me more while I remained on the floor on all fours and head on the shower floor. I was sure that I couldn't take any more when he told that I was about half way done. He said, "I will not hurt you." At just the moment I thought he would kill me, he let me use the toilet. What absolute relief! I had been cleaned by water and a special soap. "How wonderful when you are filled to a greater capacity...and then when it is removed!", Kevin said.
After the moment of complete release and as soon as I had cleaned up, he turned the light on in the bathroom. There he stood in all his raging glory, looking like a black hooded cobra ready to strike. He was longer and bigger around than anything I had ever seen in real life before. Kevin made most of the binary file men pale in comparison.
"That thing is big enough to give to give me a split personality!"
With a knowing and devilish look he rubbed his enormous cock, moved his massive physique to within inches of me and stared his powerful, piercing and possessing eyes at me and declared, "Sooner or later you will learn how to take all my big black Lamborghini up your sweet, tight asshole and still beg for more. You will learn how that ass of yours will become my personal parking place." He threw his powerful arms around me, enveloped me in a bear hug and then whispered in my ear, "You are already mine and you don't even know it!"
Part 2 And the term "Black Lamborghini" stuck to Kevin's monster. He always talked about it as if it had its own life. Even though Kevin controlled it, when his hormones took over the Lamborghini took over control of Kevin.
That very first time with him, I realized that Kevin had had a long time fantasy about me and that he was determined that within a few days he would cause those fantasies to become reality. I had never had a shower stall experience like he introduced me to and he told me straight forward that there were many other plans that he had in the offings.
I was able to convince him that very first night that I had been out of action for so long that he would have to slowly ease me into his fantasies. We moved to the bedroom where we snuggled and 69ed each other with abandon. While he was able to take all of me down his throat, all of him would have cut off my breathing entirely. Unlike other big men that I had been with many years before, Kevin had no problem with filling his entire pleasure piston with blood. Even soft it was nearly as long as a hefty cucumber and never seemed to get any smaller. As he plunged down my throat, his running sexual commentary told me how he had become super turned on at the site of his black cock gorging my tanned face. When he finally came, he spilled his sweet venom all over my chest and then proceeded to lick it all by himself while giving me a complete tongue bath. "I'm not selfish, I just believe in recycling my cum -- at least my cum that doesn't end up in your ass!"
While I have always found that giving pleasure to another was the highest form of receiving pleasure, Kevin wanted to pleasure me with very little in return. "Your turn will come." he would say. He also knew how to make me truly suffer by keeping me on the brink of pain and pleasure. For the first time I had the pleasure of sucking on beautiful, erect, pierced nipples. I found that I could drive him crazy to the point of an explosion by sucking and tonguing his glorious tits. Kevin indicated that his nipples were now nearly twice as sensitive since he was pierced. "After I pierce yours, I'll really have control of you. I can really drive you crazy twenty-four / seven!" ("More than now?") At 4:00 A.M. he left. "I'll be back this evening to finish this meal"
"What would you like me to prepare for you for this evening, Kevin?"
"Prepare your psyche!"
Around noon on Friday I dragged myself to the gym to steam in the sauna for a few minutes. I had been so drained by the previous night's workout that I just wanted to sit and soak up a little eucalyptus steam. After about five minutes in there I saw a great black body come in and sit down. Kevin? Without my contacts in I was surprised to hear Pablo's voice ask me, "Heavy night?"
"What did Kevin tell you?"
"He didn't have to say anything when he came home. I know what he likes. And YOU are IT! Boy, you are REALLY it!" (Long Pause) "I'm sure you'll have a BIG night tonight! See you later."
What had Kevin told him? What did Kevin tell this 19-year-old kid?
Kevin called me from the salon just before he left at 9 P.M.. "Are you ready for me? I'll be there in a few. I'd like to get in the Jacuzzi for a few minutes to relax and get this disinfectant smell off me. OK?"
"Sure, but what did you tell Paul about last night?"
"What did Paul say that I said?"
"Nothing"
"Then it must have been nothing."
A few minutes later Kevin drove up in his black two seater, knocked on the door and came in. He had his little gym bag with him. He bent over and kissed me or rather invaded my mouth with his hot expressive tongue that tasted like a shot or two of whiskey. After a long and fertile kiss that explored every reach of our mouths, he pushed me down on my knees in front of him and directed me to pull down his pants and "suck me like you're glad to see my Lamborghini."
While I went after his Lamborghini with complete delight, his muscular hands massaged my shoulders and neck much like a masseur would do, but from above. Just as I was beginning to get him really hard, he pulled me up and asked me, "Do you trust me?"
"For the third time in 24 hours you have asked me the same question and the answer is still Yes!"
"Thank you very much. May I get into the Jacuzzi now? I had a rough afternoon and evening. A lot of people wanted holes made. I even repaired a P.A.!"
"A what?"
"A P.A. Some day I'll give you one. But done right and not botched like I saw today!"
"Oh. Whatever!"
I poured some bath powders in the Jacuzzi water and he lowered his muscles into the tepid water. I scrubbed him lightly with the same loofa he had used on me the evening before. I enjoyed massaging and washing his Lamborghini. His engine started to purr along. "Why don't you get in too? This is a tub for two. The tighter the better!"
We acted like two young kids playing in the tub. Except that we were playing with bigger toys. Out of his gym bag he pulled three baggies of differing sizes. In each he had a black dildo marinated in some type of disinfectant. As he pulled each one out he described its specific use, a beginner, and an intermediate and a large. "And then comes mine."
After an hour of wrinkling, play and rest, we got out refreshed and dried each other off with bathsheet towels. He then ordered me to assume the same position in the shower stall and again we resumed the water and soap cleansing of the night before. "I like things cleaned right." His swift and professional hand movements made me feel that I was being handled by a doctor and I was. Tonight instead of filling me once he opted for a second cleaning too. I could tell the delight he got from making me feel some pain.
After drying, He ordered me to lay ass up on the big bed. "I'm planning to study proctology," he informed me as he lay down on top of me with all his weight. I could feel his powerful warmth envelope me and flatten me against the mattress. In a couple of moments his piston began to rise and warm my crack. It was larger than anything I had ever imagined accepting. The idea thrilled me while the thought of the excruciating pain yet to be faced horrified me.
After a few minutes he got up and moved my hands and legs so that they were heading toward the corners of the bed. "You are tied up and cannot move unless I tell you to..." He put a large pillow under my front so that my ass was up higher in the air. In a matter of seconds he had on an examination glove and lubricant. He straddled my upper back with his butt and faced my ass. I could feel his hot monster and balls in the middle of my back. He moved my cock out of its normal upward position under me and moved it down where he could watch it between my legs. He applied a dry condom to my cock in its downward position. He relaxed me with an expert cheek massage and constant sexual banter with vibrant detail of what he would do next. In a matter of a couple of seconds he had two fingers inside me. Every time I tightened up he massaged. All of a sudden he hit the prostrate and massaged vigorously. I lost all control and I felt my dick explode and empty cum into the condom. A few seconds later he removed his fingers from the prostrate massage and replaced it with the first dildo. Like a professional he made it move in and out and within a few minutes had milked me a second painful time -- and all without ever touching my cock.
As he made me relax and continued the dildo fucking, without losing a stroke he moved me up to the head of the intermediate size. I felt that I had been invaded and stretched tremendously. "No, you will learn to take much, much more and very quickly! This is your doctor speaking!" An he was right. Within about 5 minutes he had all the intermediate dildo in me. He left it in me and then rolled me over and started to suck my nipples and make me come a third time. I was so sleepy and needed to rest, but before he would allow me to do that he removed the condom from me and poured the salty seamen into my mouth. "Important to recycle! Don't forget the last drop of your precious fluid."
"Does the dildo come out?"
"No, You have to learn to sleep with it in there! Now sleep!" He rolled me away from him and then pressed his chest against my back and wrapped his arms around me and rocked me to sleep.
I was still filled up with the black substitute, but I knew that the time for the real one would come...
Part 3 At five o'clock I found myself being awakened by hot lips exploring and nibbling on my nipples. I still had the intermediate dildo filling me. "I'm trying to decide what type of piercing would look best on you. Maybe a piercing with a tribal shield? I'll have to decide."
" Do I have any say since they are my nipples?"
"Don't you trust me to make the best decision for you?"
(Pause) "Yes, I do, sir."
Kevin rolled me over on my stomach and placed a pillow under me. As I started to help him help me get into the previous night's position he said, "I will move you and do everything for you. You just be still!"
He again placed a dry condom on my downward pointing cock. He next slowly began the insertion and removal of the intermediate dildo that had been in so long that it almost felt at home. "Tonight you will have the real thing!"
For the next hour he plunged the dildo in and out repeatedly until it felt completely normal. Whenever he would feel me relax too much he would insert two or three fingers and massage my prostate and just bring me to the verge of cumming without ever letting me deliver a load.
I needed to piss after having been in bed for several hours "You wait. I will tell you when you can do things."
Kevin finally withdrew the intermediate dildo from me after it had been in me for at least six hours. Within a moment he started to insert the penultimate object. I just started to scream out and his immediate reaction was for him to push harder and faster, in and out, in and out, in and out. I felt that I was being raped by the phallic object but I would never be able to let him know. In the back of my mind I thought of how Kevin himself was even larger and more aggressive. As if he had been reading my thoughts, he whispered in my ear "You know that my big black dick will be raping you tonight and you WILL love it and beg for more!"
With that made very clear, he rolled me over and crouched over my face and told me to suck his golf balls. His strong masculine aroma and delicious taste and silken texture really turned me on. The dildo in me was uncomfortable but made me want and need to cum. He massaged my cock while I breakfasted on his balls. As soon as I came in the condom, I felt him start to masturbate. His balls changed formations and moved in a way I had never experienced before and I knew that soon he would come all over my stomach in a violent volcanic eruption. Moments after his violent ejaculation, Kevin immediately slurped me of all of his own cum and devoured every drop. Within a few seconds he moved and I felt my cum loaded condom being brought to my lips for recycling.
"Now you may get up and piss if you can still walk with that dildo up your ass." I managed to make it to the bathroom and relieve myself. Kevin walked in and looked at me as he started a down deep laugh. "I wish you could see how funny you were standing there trying to piss with that dildo in you!"
"Let's take a shower. I have to go to work and pierce some more ears and nipples"
We got into the shower stall and soaped each other up. We rubbed our soaped fronts against each other and played hitting each other with our swinging slippery dicks. We both got hard again. He turned me around and soaped my back. Without warning he bent me over and quickly withdrew the dildo from my enlarged asshole. Instant Relief! Not to be! He then quickly rammed of his own cock head into the whole. The pain was utter and unexpected. He pulled himself into me along his slippery cock by locking his arms around waiste and pulling. He stopped at just the moment where he reached the farthest entry point that the largest dildo had gained. When I was about to scream "NO MORE" he announced proudly, "I'm going to stop now at half way in -- and not completely hard. You did very well!"
He turned me around and we kissed again for a long time while standing under the shower head
He then brought my hands up to feel his nipples with their silver barbells. I felt them and saw how erect they stood, and how great they felt to me. He then moved his hands to my nipples, caressed them strongly and said, "I'll pierce you tonight . . . on both ends!"
Part 4
Throughout the day Saturday I kept thinking of what lay ahead for me that coming night. I went about my Saturday chores around the house and all the time I kept thinking of how I was coming under the control of my new Black Master. There was a certain thrill of being controlled so kindly and yet powerfully, yet there was also a certain trepidation. I was beginning to love him for his kindness and reassuring gentleness, but also realized a definite fear of him when his hormones kicked in and he went for his own pleasure and my pain.
Kevin had changed so much in the past six years since the time I had first known him as my 20-year-old college student. His added muscular volume and power now just seemingly assumed power and control when he entered a room or situation. The more I knew him the more I realized that no one would dare say no to whatever Kevin really wanted, if Kevin wanted it badly enough.
Kevin seemed to care very much about me, but at the same time I had no way of knowing what six years of fantasies had done to his enlarged body and activated mind. Only this morning I had felt his power and had realized that if his senses had been lost completely to his hormonal control that he could have done real damage to me. What would await me tonight? Was it a promise or threat that he would pierce me . . . on both ends? Would it be pleasure, or pleasure and pain, or just sheer pain? I just kept pushing the idea to the back of my mind.
At 8:30 the doorbell rang, and without waiting for me to open the door for him, he entered. I saw him slightly dip his head to come in under the top of the door jam. Tonight he was wearing the same tight jeans but now with a black tee shirt that made it look like he was wearing no top at all. Again he brought his always present gym bag. He always came prepared.
He smiled and motioned me to him. He bent over and our mouths became one. He invaded me over and over again with his large silken, yet slightly bumpy tongue. Even in kissing I was learning to follow his lead and let him control the situation. He was the best kisser I had ever known and we must have continued for 15 minutes or more. As we rubbed our bodies together, I could sense his pent up sexuality. I knew how absolutely horny I was and could just imagine and sense how he was.
A moment later and I was being pushed down to accept his monster down my throat. I really loved doing this for him but found it very difficult to get more than half of his monster devoured without choking and having my oxygen cut off. I could taste his salty precum and could tell from the size and texture of his balls that I was massaging that he was amassing an enormous discharge for later. "Enough for now." he said and pulled me up.
He pulled his pants up and stuffed everything inside and walked out to his car. A moment later he reappeared with two cases of beer and a small present wrapped in purple paper. "These are for you." I thought he was referring to the beer but he handed me the package. I thanked him before I opened the package. Inside I found two circular nipple rings in a large gauge size along with sterilized needles in what looked to be a larger size. I thanked him again and kissed him.
"Why so much beer?" I asked. "You know I get drunk on three!" "I know. Six are for you and the rest are for me. I want to clean my system out."
After a light dinner and three beers I was feeling great. He had consumed at least six and was feeling great too. After each beer he also drank a large glass of cold water.
While I put the dishes in the sink, he took the cold beer into the bedroom.
"To the shower." he ordered.
I walked into the bathroom and I saw that he had a candle lit. He directed me to undress him and then he undressed me. I instantly got a hard-on and he was already blood gorged.
"May I piss?" ( I had learned to ask.)
"Not yet!"
We got into the shower stall and I noticed that he had all of his water toys there. "I want my White Boy nice and clean." It was the first time he had used the racial term.
"I'm mostly Hispanic!"
"You are a White Boy when I'm NEXT to you or IN you! Understand?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Assume the cleaning position!"
I got down on all fours as I had been ordered. I was a little cold and waited for him to turn on the shower. A hot stream of water started to rinse my back. In a second I realized it wasn't water but rather yellowish beer piss. With my face down he was showering my back and head with his dinner beers. "All of us black dog studs like to mark our property." he said threateningly in an uncharacteristic Black Homeboy accent as he continued pissing on me. I had been marked.
In a moment the warm city water began to flow over me as he took the portable shower head off the wall and soaped and cleaned me well. Kevin next pushed the tube up my ass and began to fill me with the water and soap he had used before when I had been on the floor. Being filled up like a balloon coupled with the need to piss overcame my ability to wait and I started to piss on the shower floor under me. Kevin smelled what was happening and slapped me on my wet butt so hard that I almost expelled all he was filling me with. He said nothing. He didn't have to. I knew what I had done and why he had hit me. He filled me further than he had before and then made me wait in the position until he gave me permission to move to the toilet. Relief.
I went back to the shower and was cleaned off again thoroughly. He told me to turn around and with a dab of lubricant he worked the intermediate dildo up my accustomed and waiting ass hole. He left it in me. We dried off and went to the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed and chugged three beers as fast as possible. He told me to lie down on my back and he lay down right on top of me and made love to my mouth with his penetrating mouth. The heat from his massive body 's friction excited me and made my cock strain to cum. He placed his monster beside mine and they moved beside each other in harmony. I realized how my own cock, a very repectable seven inches felt minuscule beside his black Lamborghini. His was the stuff of legends. A few minutes later he rolled off of me and put another condom on me. While he told me to roll over onto my stomach he chugged another couple of beers and then checked the intermediate dildo. He pulled it out and then used his fingers to lubricate and massage me even more. Kevin by now was well practiced in stroking my prostate. He enjoyed watching me come to the brink and then let me slip back only to repeat again and again. "OH Please let me cum!" I begged. Instead of allowing me to gain relief he shoved the largest dildo into me. It was wonderful and didn't hurt in the same way like it had earlier in the day.
This time he lay on my back and washed my ears with his beery tongue. As he would take each ear into his hot mouth he would repeat under hard breathing "Get...Ready...for... the ....Best...Fucking ...of...your...Life..... YOU ... are... mine... White... Boy...Prepare.. to...be...Raped!! Prepare for a Black invasion." For more than half an hour he dry humped my back and kept repeating the sentences over and over. Every four or five minutes he would stop for a few seconds and inhale another beer. By now he had had nearly a dozen and they were having a complete effect. His hormones and the alcohol had taken over completely. I was so horny that he could have done anything and I would not have objected
And then with unbelievable speed he made his move. He pulled out the dildo with a pop, added additional lubricant to his Lamborghini and proceeded to occupy his parking place. He pushed and pushed and the more I screamed the more excited he became. He pushed in and out over and over. All the pain (and pleasure) I had felt in the previous episodes now seemed as though it had been nothing in comparison. I felt that I was being bloodily rearranged on the inside. I could feel what I thought was serious damage being done. And then the realization came that Kevin still was not all the way in. I moved in and out of consciousness while his hormones kept his thrusts at a maximum. "I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you." he repeated over and over in a deviant's altered voice. I prayed for him to cum quickly and bring an end to my impaling. How could I realize that six years of fantasies were a driving force that could not be denied their due. I knew I was hallucinating when I heard myself crying out through my tears: "Fuck me harder!!"
And he did!
He was now mauling my back side as he tried to alternatively both pull and push himself even more into me. The rhythm moved faster and faster and all I could do was hope for unconsciousness to come over me and blind me to the pain. On and on, and faster and faster it went. He was like a piston on a run away steam engine going down hill.
And then Kevin exploded. Six years of pent up cum came throbbing and spewing into me. He screamed and writhed as if to announce to the entire world. The near rape was now complete. His black virile seed was now invading me, wildly searching for its intended target that it would never find within me... He came and came and came. Finally involuntary jerking overtook his entire massive and sweaty body causing him to collapse in a dying heap on my sweat drenched back. I felt like I was being crushed under a wet steam roller. I could not move; I was still impaled and I was hot and gasping for breath . . . and I had cum again.
Even though he was still in me he had not decreased measurably in breadth or length. Kevin had evidently either passed out or was asleep. My entrails still had their invader among them, and they were now becoming used to this monster. Kevin had been right: His Lamborghini would find a permanent place to call home. I was to be his home.
Almost an hour passed while I drifted into and out of sleep before Kevin awakened. He was still on top of me and in me, still more than 80% of his previous size.
He whispered in my ear: "I love you, Alex. Now you are mine." It was the first time he had used my name. I, Alex, was now part of someone else and he was part of me. Just as that idea was running through my head he whispered in my ear again: "Here I come again!" But it was different -- and the first of twelve used beers began to flood into me!
Part 5 Even though Kevin did allow me to get up and use the bathroom to relieve his used beers, as soon as I returned to the bed he was erect and ready to go at me again. This time he ordered me to lie on my back with my feet up. We both enjoyed this position because we could look at each other and he could play with my erect nipples and I with his. He told me how he especially enjoyed the view of Black being inserted into White. "Tonight this end and tomorrow morning your nipples"
I was sure that by now I had been stretched so much that he would have to stay in me all the time or everything would just fall out of me. That was his idea precisely. After he finished exploding in me a second time which was only slightly less painful, he instructed me on how we would sleep: on our sides with him behind me inserted in me for the entire night. Every couple of hours he would grow again within me and then we would just roll onto my stomach and he would cum again. Even though he drank no more beer, he would release small amounts of piss in me after each ejaculation "just to mark my territory."
By early Sunday morning I was very uncomfortable and convinced Kevin to let me use the bathroom. I saw what I feared. Kevin had injured me and I had bled over the night, not a big amount, but just enough to worry me. It would take me a long time to recover and be able to sit normally. Thank goodness I was still on Winter Break.
It was a cold morning and he wanted to sleep a couple of hours more under the blanket but only after he had fucked me again. For the past several hours his hormones had been completely in control. He seemed pleased with our progress. He said that within a few more hours he would have me taking him to the hilt and that no one had ever been able to do that! ("No one else had ever been impaled to death like I was!") He whispered to me that "Paul would have to see this to believe it!"
Two hours of badly needed sleep and we got up and moved to the bathroom. A wonderfully relaxing shower left me realizing how badly I had been violated. While physically I had been raped, emotionally I wanted it to never stop. He was as happy as a child with his exploits and would have gladly given a display in public of our most intimate gyrations. He strutted like a rooster before a cock fight.
We moved back to the bed and he brought out his gym bag. He asked me to bring him the gift he had given me last night. He brought out all of his medical supplies and I realized that he was serious in that he was going to pierce me not once, but twice. As I tried to get comfortable on the bed, he brought out two small forceps that he would use.
With a special pen he marked my right and left nipple for both the entrance and exit points for the needle. He had decided that the piercing would not be as shallow as he normally did it. He kept telling me that it would not hurt -- that much. He told me not to hide my face behind the pillow - that he wanted to watch the reaction on my face.
As the forceps were applied, I was surprised by how little they hurt. My biggest fear was dealing with the clamps but they were relatively painless.
Then the needle was inserted into my right nipple and it was all I could do to hold still.
As the needle went through, I felt every nerve in my breast light up. There was some bleeding but it didn't last for long. The look on Kevin's face showed the tremendous pleasure that he had received from piercing me. About two minutes later he pushed the jewelry in and again I had trouble keeping still because of the pain and pleasure. He dabbed me with medicine.
I did have to wait for about 30 minutes to work up my resolve to have the other one done . . . But I don't really think that it was any longer my decision, but his. I knew that if I didn't have both of them done, I would regret it. As much as it hurt, I liked how the piercing adorned my body and wanted the other one to be as symmetric as possible. "With this piercing I complete my possession of you" he said.
Again, when the clamp was applied, it was painless but the second piercing hurt three times more than the first. I screamed, but Kevin continued like a professional enjoying his work. I nearly went through the roof while the piercing was being done and for a few minutes afterwards. Once he had the needle through and I had recovered a little he said it was because my endorphines had dropped from the first piercing. He placed the jewelry with great care and was noticeably proud of his handiwork. "Good and deep! When they heal I'll be able to lead you around with them. I promise they'll never tear out!"
I looked over and noticed that all the nipple work had made him horny again and I soon found out that even as my frontal pain began to subside, that my asshole was soon to become the focus of his attention. We stood in front of the full length mirror on the closet door and he played with my abused anus. Again he placed a condom on my cock for "cum recycling." I knew that asking him to be gentle would only make him more determined to jam 100% of his Lamborghini in me and drive it around too! He kept repeating how beautiful it was to him to see his Black Ebony burrying itself into my White Ivory. Time and again he would pull entirely out only to reenter at a more vicious velocity and ferocity. On his final and most painful plunge he emitted a tribal scream that resonated thousands of generations back into the history of mankind. As he grabbed me around my waist and pulled himself even further into me he released what seemed like gallons of manseed to my innermost target. He held on for what seemed like an hour and trembled like a leaf making sure that every last drop had been deposited correctly. I had cum too more than any time before. We both knew that our union was complete and that my body now belonged to him to be used and abused as much as he might ever desire.
As we fell back onto the bed still joined by his sex tool, it would not be long until I would discover what that use and abuse would mean.
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By the end of our first week together, Kevin and I were hornier than ever from over stimulation. My Winter break was ending and he also would have to return to pre-med classes at the university over 3 hours away. We had remained connected all night of every night and he claimed that he had raped me at least every two hours, but as I had always heard it, it was impossible to rape the willing and able volunteer.
My nipples were starting to heal but I was still not able to rest on my chest on the bed. Kevin said that within 2 months that the deep piercings would be ready to play with. I wasn't sure.
Kevin had already started to mention to me that he wouldn't be able to be here during the week but only on occasional weekends when he could get away from the university and his job at the university hospital. Sometimes there would be three or four weeks at a time when he wouldn't be able to get back.
And then on Saturday morning it happened. "I have decided that Paul will take over for me!"
"What do you mean, Sir?"
"I've decided that I'm going to have Paul replace me when I can't be here!
"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Paul? Why?"
"Are you questioning me or my motives? I know what is best for you. I'll bring him over with me tonight."
I was afraid of having Kevin's young cousin come over because he had just graduated from my school and I preferred more mature men. He was also too close in age and friendship to many of the other students at school. It was bad enough that I saw him every once in a while at the gym. He had also been very forward in his comments. I was worried.
Again I asked Kevin: "Why Paul?"
"Who do you think I have been screwing for the last six years -- ever since he was thirteen? My fantasies of you are his too. I have no secrets from him. And besides, he can keep your ass really busy while I'm gone!" It was becoming clear: My Master was passing me off to a temporary master. I was not yet mentally convinced or physically prepared for such a change. All during the day I tried to figure out a way to change Kevin's mind, and little did I realize that actions were already being carried out for me to become family property rather than just personal property of my lover.
That evening when both Kevin and Paul arrived I was rather nervous, but Kevin took control of the situation very quickly, having me give his monster the customary oral praise on bended knee. Within moments I was engrossed in my sole objective and did not notice that Paul had also undressed. While I was giving lip service to Kevin, Paul came up behind me and began to massage my back. (Keep it up!)
"Alex, just forget that Paul is even here! instructed Kevin. And I did. Kevin and I went to it as usual and within a few minutes we were screwing as if we were the only two people in the world. He possessed me with his normal wild abandon and I was beginning to forget that we were being watched. The only thing different was that Kevin had not placed a condom on me to save my cum. While I was on my back with my legs up he motioned to Paul to come over. He did and immediately started sucking me off while Kevin screwed me with his pole. Kevin and I came at the same instant and Paul finished draining me. I was, as we say in Spanish, "agotado" completely drained. Just as Kevin began to pull his monster out he said: "It's your turn Paul". Without the loss of even a single jab, Kevin withdrew and Paul lanced in. I started to object at the idea of the new invader, but I wasn't given a chance as Kevin immediately dropped and began kissing me with his raping tongue while his cousin very adequately replaced him on my other end. Even though Paul's cock was a bit shorter and not as big in diameter, he filled me in a most convincing way. As he worked himself into a thrusting rhythm, almost entirely pulling out between insertions, he would scream with joy and loudly announce his next attack. Even though Kevin kept my mouth fully occupied, I was being screwed so ardently that it was difficult to stand the pain from the constant deep penetration and long term leg position. I was sure that my abused asshole would never quite be the same. Finally Paul came in a series of quakes and screams that left the room reverberating, and me thinking and hoping that it was over. No sooner did he finish cumming than he let loose with a stream of piss that burned and filled me completely. Kevin Kissed and licked my ear and whispered, "What a great white ass! Now go and clean up!" A most welcome shower brought me back to life and allowed me to undouble for the first time in more than an hour. As I returned to the bed, I found Paul spread eagle on the bed with Kevin telling me to mount him. This was a new experience since Kevin would never allow me to screw him, The Master. As I plunged into the waiting ass I felt the unexpected tight warmth of a much experienced "boca negra". This black ass mouth clamped down on my cock and held on as I began my pleasure decent. Once fully buried in the hot canal I felt Kevin position at my unprotected rear entrance. Within seconds I was the creme stuffing in the love Oreo being created on the bed. Because of Kevin's weight and plunging into me I was limited in my movements into Paul, but Paul's tight clamping of me would not have allowed much movement anyway. Kevin's long arms reached down and grabbed into Paul's chest and compressed the three of us into one while pushing me further into Paul and Kevin deeper into me. Never before had I had this feeling of being so joined with two others. Kevin's cumming into me became a wave that I simply redeposited into Paul. Our complete exhaustion blended into sleep.
Over the new year celebration, Kevin, Paul and I made fireworks and rockets blast round the clock. Kevin was always directing us into some new and daring activity. Kevin's sexual stamina kept me exhausted. He really got into play acting and directing to such a point that Paul and I had to follow his every minute direction to the T. Our every movement was choreographed to bring him pleasure and stimulation. He enjoyed working with his 19 year old cousin who seemingly was horny and primed with a moments notice. Just as soon as I was sure that I could not take any more abuse, one or the other or both would be in me or on me. For 48 hours we did nothing but have sex, sleep and eat from time to time. We would move from the bed to the shower to the Jacuzzi to the gravity-boot machine to the caged heated pool. I discovered that Kevin had absolute control over Paul and much over me. By the end of the vacation I knew that returning to school would allow me a little rest from too much vacation.
Kevin returned to med school and I expected to be able to rest totally. On Monday night I didn't even get out of bed, and on Tuesday evening I had gone to bed when the doorbell rang, It was Paul. Within seconds of closing the door he was out of his clothes telling me how he had only 45 minute and two loads for my ass. "Kevin said for you to put out." In less than half an hour of great fucking he had come twice and then turned over wanting me to screw him. "Hurry, hurry, I have to get home!"
July 1: It has now been six months since Kevin left for interning after medical school. Paul arrives nightly at 10:00 directly from the gym and repeats the previous night's activity with clockwork and unfailing abandon and faithfulness.. Kevin had told Paul what to do and Paul did it. I now realize that Kevin knew what he was doing: he kept me physically and sexually satisfied and exhausted while being emotionally bored awaiting Kevin's glorious return for a sexually charged weekend every couple of months.
Part 7. Toward the end of August Paul decided to go to the local community college and at about the same time his mother moved to Atlanta for a better job. It was decided that he would move in with me since we got along so well and I had plenty of room. The best part of his moving in is that we are able to relax and enjoy the sex at more reasonable times of the day. The more relaxed atmosphere has led to us discovering that we are most arroused early in the morning, The hours between 4:30 and 6:00 AM are when the randiest of orgasims can be expected. Whenever Kevin is able to return from his busy interning schedule for a wild weekend of total abandon, Paul always seems to disappear. Almost never is there any repeat of the threesomes that punctuated the beginnings of the relationship. Whenever Kevin returns he is assured that I will have been properly primed by Paul and ready for Kevin's hours of conquest that he and I so relish. I also know that I will be able to worship him as I should and be able to accept all of his most wildly imaginative advances and insertions. Although the two are first cousins and similar in many physical ways there is never any doubt as to which one I belong to in both body and soul. Although I am lent on a daily basis to Paul, I know that it is to Kevin that I belong, and that as soon as Kevin returns permanently this next year that he will become my total possessor and that my Black Lamborghini will assume his rightful position over me and within me.
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