Author’s Note – There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, do not read.
Dedicated to Stimle, my good friend and muse. I wish I was as good a writer as he is.
Raphael and Deivison
Part 1
Porn. One of the biggest businesses in the world. Billions and billions of dollars a year in profits.
And yet, the people that are the heart of the industry . . . the actors and actresses . . . get very little of it. Sure, there are those who can make big bucks. But all the stars have to align just right to be one of those. For most of them, they barely earn enough to earn a living. And with online camera models, the sites they are on really fuck them over. They fuck over the customers as well, but I guess the customers aren’t interested in how that happens. Suffice it to say, many cam models just do their thing and believe that doing it at home provides income without big expenses. And they never have to meet their customers because it’s all online.
Or is it? I mean, some people develop a lust or attraction for a particular person and want to meet them in person to continue their fantasy. Of course, the smart models never ever do anything that would breach their privacy and allow a customer to meet them. Too many weirdos out there to take chances.
But sometimes . . . even the normal customers become obsessive. And resort to all sorts of subterfuge to find their fantasy. And if they do find them, their lust can overcome them. And the game can become dangerous.
This is a story of one time when I decided to find my fantasy. And in finding him, it turned out that I ended up fulfilling more than one fantasy.
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“Hola bb.”
“Hey stud. Hru?”
“Bien bb. What you lookin’ for?”
His online name was “RomeoDarkLove”. A cam model on the Batemen porn site. The site’s motto was “where real men masturbate and get off”. Romeo was a fucking hot stud. A Venezuelan, he had gorgeous caramel skin, black hair, goatee, dark piercing eyes, muscular arms, chest, and whatever else I could see. He spoke Spanish and English and his accent drove me crazy. I had been in his room before but just watched him. He was popular but, as on many cam sites, the customers always wanted something for nothing from the models. I, on the other hand, wanted something from him . . . and was willing to pay for it. But I didn’t want to scare him off. So, like fishing, I tossed my bait out there to see if he’d take it . . . and what he’d do if he did.
“You’re fuckin’ smokin’, stud! I’d soooooo luv to fuk u.”
He smiled that sexy smile of his and said, “Really?”
“Oh yeah, sexy. I’d love to get my cock up ur tight hole. Whatcha think?”
Romeo smiled again. “Sorry bb. I’m str8. I dont get fuked.”
“We’re just online, man. I meant role playin’ in your room.”
“No bb. Nuthin’ goes up my ass. Even playin’.
From the look in his eyes as he typed his response, I could tell he meant it. So, if I wanted to get him, I’d have to try a different routine.
“Ok, stud. Thx!” and exited the room.
I quickly created a new profile and added plenty of tokens to it. Once everything was set up, I went back into Romeo’s room. Since this was a new account, it showed my username “Atreyu” in gray. That meant I had not spent any tokens on any model yet. When the models saw users with gray colors, they often ignored them because gray users often were just there to catch a glimpse of the model’s cock or ass when someone else would give the model tokens. And Romeo had a full room. Almost 50 users were in it, of different colors. Many of the users were flirting with him and you could tell Romeo was answering them.
I watched a few minutes, as Romeo typed on his keyboard, flexed his biceps, or bounced his pecs for the users. Many people were giving 1 token or 5 tokens. Some of the bigger spenders were giving him 50 tokens. I decided to get his attention quickly and dropped 500 tokens on him. A sound like coins dropping was heard (which happens when someone gives 100 tokens or more) and I watched. You could tell Romeo heard it and saw it was me who gave it. I waited about 10 seconds. And then . . . it happened.
A private message popped up on my screen.
“Thx bb! That was great!”
“Glad you liked it. You deserve it for working so hard to build your body.”
“You like it, eh?”
“Oh yes, you can tell you’ve worked hard on it.”
“Thx bb.”
Knowing that Romeo probably had an ego, I decided that my fishing bait would take a new direction. If I couldn’t get him through the direct approach, I’d take the indirect approach.
“Yeah, I wish I had a bf like you. You’re obviously sexy but have a big heart too. You can tell.”
“I’m str8 but thx bb. Wats ur name?”
So far so good! He wanted to know my real name. But it was also time to throw out a little more bait. I gave another 500 tokens and the coins dropping sounded again.
“It’s Riley, Romeo. What’s urs?”
After I sent that, I quickly responded with “And if you don’t want to tell me, I understand. A lot of crazies on the Internet.” After I sent that, I waited.
Romeo heard the coin sound and smiled broadly. God, I wanted him bad now!
“Thx Riley. No, it’s ok. I’m Raphael.” Raphael. Hmmm. Interesting. But you never knew if they were telling the truth or not.
“Cool, Raphael. You are such a nice guy. But don’t tell me too many personal details. You just met me. I could be an ax murderer.”
Raphael kept smiling. “Nah bro, you don’t seem like one. Most not nice like you.”
My smile broadened as my nice guy routine was beginning to work.
“I really like your name. Very sexy but very artistic too. Like the painter, Raphael.” I wanted to make him feel safe with me but also stroke his ego too.
“Most people call me Rafe. Cept my cousin. He call me Ramado. We live in same building.”
“Ahhh, I see. What does he do for a living?”
Rafe laughed and his next message caught me by surprise.
“He’s model. On here.”
A model? On Bateman? Fuck, most of the Latino models on here were hot as fuck. I was curious as hell now as to who his cousin was. But I had to be careful, so as not to scare Rafe off. To keep him talking, I dropped another 500 tokens. Rafe was very excited and gave a thumbs up.
“Really? Cool. I’m sure he’s not as good as you though.” Keep strokin’ his ego, Riley!
“He good. He more handsome. Makes lots money on here.” Now my curiosity level was over the top. I decided to take a chance.
“Really? What’s his name?”
Rafe paused for a moment and I thought I had pushed him too far. But he just took a drag off of his cigarette. I figured out later that it was marijuana. After he blew out the smoke, he started typing again.
“FrankDfucker”
Oh my god . . . I had been in FrankDfucker’s room before. He was one of the hottest models on there and always had a full room of customers. Like Rafe, he was from Venezuela, smooth skin, and a huge chest. I mean big pecs. His abs popped when he moved. And the rest of his body was amazing. Of course, for me, the best part was his ass. Perfectly bubbled. Huge, tight mounds of muscle. Very . . . VERY . . . fuckable.
But better for me not to seem too eager for him. I had to get Rafe first. While I definitely wanted to fuck both of them, I didn’t want Rafe to know that now. But I definitely wanted his cousin. He just had the kind of body and ass you wanted to pound until it was completely broken in.
But first things first.
“FrankDfucker? I think I’ve been in his room before but I don’t remember.”
“Yeah, he real popular. We close. Brothers.”
“Why does he call you Ramado?”
“That’s Raphael and amado.”
Now I was really confused.
“What does amado mean?” Rafe stretched and took another hit on his pot. God he was hot.
“Someone special.”
I thought about that and realized that if his cousin was calling Rafe that, he and Rafe were likely close. Very close.
“I see. Does he look like you? What’s his real name?” Rafe paused again and took another hit of his pot.
“No, we cousins but no look like. His name is . . .” and he took another hit. I watched him inhale a large amount and eventually blew out the smoke. “Deivison. I call him Deivi. Or primo. Cousin.” The names had an unusual spelling to me. Later I found out he pronounced Deivison like “Davy Son” and Deivi like “Davy”.
Rafe’s eyes were getting very bloodshot, so the pot was really working him. He also seemed to be getting more horny, as his hands weren’t on the keyboard anymore. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts and twisting his left nipple.
“I see. I’m sure you two are very close.”
You could tell Rafe was high now, as he had a goofy grin on his face. He closed his eyes and kept rubbing his cock and twisting his nipple.
Finally he opened his eyes and typed “Si. I told u we brothers.” Rafe then muttered something again on camera and was rubbing his cock harder. Since his audio was off, I messaged him.
“What did you say, Rafe?”
Rafe’s head went back slightly and he closed his eyes again as he kept rubbing himself. He was all but jerking off now and didn’t respond for some 30 seconds or so. I messaged again.
“Rafe what did you say?”
Finally his head came back down and swayed a bit. He put his hands on the keyboard but took his time typing. His message finally came back.
“He hot.”
Hot? Rafe called his cousin hot? Hmmm.
Now that was interesting. I wondered if there was more there than just a compliment.
“You think he’s a hot fucker, Rafe?”
Rafe’s eyes were slowly closing and opening. I wasn’t sure he was going to last much longer after smoking all that pot. Since he was only messaging with me, more people were leaving his chat room. He leaned over his keyboard and typed again. It took him longer and he seemed to be really wasted.
“Some my friends want him.” Rafe paused and took a final hit of the pot. He was definitely wasted as he typed very slowly. Finally, the message came back.
“But he straight. He only want women.”
I dropped 1,000 tokens this time. I wanted to know more before Rafe was too wasted to talk.
“I see. So your friends really want him?”
The sound of the coins dropping was accompanied by an organ sound this time. That seemed to startle Rafe. He started laughing out loud and fumbled around on the keyboard.
“Fuk. Thx Rile. Fuckin thousand.”
“Sure, Rafe. And I’ve got more for you. So you saying your friends want Deivi?”
Rafe’s head was swaying again and was almost gone. After a few moments, he tried to type again. It came back to me in Spanish this time.
“Sí quieren follar con él.” He paused, shook his head, and then wrote, “Yo también.”
I had no idea what he wrote since it was in Spanish. But before I could ask anything else, his video disappeared and he went offline. I guess he was either too high or too tired to write anymore. Before I exited his room, I copied what he wrote and used a Spanish translator. My eyebrows went up as I read the translation.
He had written “Yes, they want to fuck him. Me too.”
So Rafe’s friends wanted his cousin, Deivi. And, even better, Rafe wanted him too. Maybe Rafe wasn’t as straight as he thought he was.
Remembering what Deivi’s body was like, I certainly understood. He was definitely one sexy motherfucker. And if he was straight, he wasn’t gonna give up his straight boy virginity. But getting him would be the ultimate power trip. There was nothing that turned me on more than fucking straight guys who won’t give it up for another man. And remembering what Deivi’s ass looked like, my cock definitely wanted up inside it. And it looked like others did too. Just thinking of running a gang bang in that straight hunk’s hole got me hard.
If I played my cards right, I could fuck Rafe’s sexy Venezuelan ass. And if I could, he might just be the key to get his cousin. . . with Deivi’s straight hole even tighter than Rafe’s.
But how to play my cards to get Rafe? And where in the world was Rafe? Or Deivi? I had no idea.
But, as always, fate seemed to be on my side.
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It was two days before I saw Rafe again on the Bateman site. Before I went into his room, I dropped into FrankDfucker’s room. This was Rafe’s cousin, Deivson. Or Deivi, as he called him. There were more people in Deivi’s room than Rafe’s. I watched as Deivi performed.
Even though they were cousins, Rafe had more hair on his body. Deivi was smooth with just a smattering of hair on his lower legs. He obviously worked more on his chest, which was massive. He had huge pecs, with large, pointy nipples on them. I wanted to bite and chew on his pecs and suck those lucious nips off of his chest. From his neck on down, he had that V shape, with swollen delts and traps. HIs arms reflected his chest development, with his biceps and triceps swollen, even when he just moved his arm. His abs were pumped and his treasure trail was a very, very light dusting of black hair. His legs were even more sexy, with large quads and hamstrings, while his calves were just right with his perfectly proportioned lower body.
Deivi’s bulge was good . . . but not quite as big as Rafe’s. So I couldn’t wait to see which cousin had the bigger cock. But their asses. My god, their ASSES. Rafe’s was perfect for fucking. He obviously worked on his legs and ass. But Deivi’s ass was even more perfect. Huge, bubbled mounds of tight muscle. The kind you could slam when you were throwing a hard fuck into him and you’d just bounce off the muscle.
To get Rafe and Deivi on their backs . . . legs spread . . . tight holes ready to get fucked . . . would be a dream come true. Alas, one I had yet to figure out how to come true. Especially given that I had no idea where they lived.
After a few minutes in Deivi’s room, I went into Rafe’s room. He was doing his usual posing and flexing and had a much bigger crowd this time than last. So I knew I’d need to break through the horny sluts who were tipping him. There was one guy, called DickYouNeed, who was tipping him 100, 200 tokens at a time. So far, he’d given him 800 and Rafe was paying close attention to him. Since he was giving big amounts, I decided to privately message DickYouNeed to see if he’d respond. And if he knew anything about Rafe.
“Hey dude. Romeo is looking good tonight, isn’t he?”
There was no response for several minutes. Since he kept tipping Rafe, I assumed DickYouNeed didn’t want to be distracted from him. After about 10 minutes, a private message popped up. It was him.
“Hell yeah. Hot cabron.”
I messaged back quickly. “Oh, he’s definitely hot. I wish I could see him in person.”
DickYouNeed didn’t message back immediately. I waited to see if he would. After a few minutes, I was about to forget it and just tip Rafe to get his attention when DickYouNeed messaged back.
“I have.”
“You have what?”
“Seen him in person.”
I was surprised and knew I’d have to approach him carefully to find out if he was bullshitting or not.
“Oh, c’mon, dude. Don’t bullshit me.” His response came back immediately.
“No bullshit. I know him well.”
“Oh really? Are you related to him or something?”
There was a much longer pause this time. Maybe DickYouNeed was trying to be careful about revealing himself. Instead of answering, he turned the questioning back on me.
“Saw you tipping him a couple of days ago. You tipped a lot. You like him? Where you at?”
Now it was my turn to be cautious. I wasn’t sure whether to tell him much about me or not. After a few minutes, I messaged back.
“I’m in the US.” I paused again and then wrote, “And hell yeah, I like him. If I knew where he was, I’d love to go meet him. What about you?”
No response.
I figured he was just bullshitting me and I was about to leave Rafe’s chatroom for a while. Or at least until DickYouNeed was gone from there, so we wouldn’t be distracting each other. But as I was about to exit, another message came through.
“I’m in Colombia. Rafe’s here too.”
Rafe. Soooooooo. He knew his real name. Or at least it matched the one that Rafe had given me. He messaged again.
“And yeah, I know him. I give him massages. He comes to me after his gym workouts.”
Hmmm. This was interesting. I wondered if he was really Rafe’s masseur. I wrote back, “You’re his masseur? Does he know DickYouNeed is you?”
He responded immediately.
“No.”
I thought for a minute and decided to see how far this might go.
“I bet his massages are a lot of work. All that muscle!”
“Si, es hard work. Worth it though. He fun to play with.”
I flinched slightly. “Play with? What do you mean?”
DickYouNeed didn’t respond for several minutes. I waited to see just what was going on. Then finally, he responded.
“Just how interested are you in him, hombre?”
I thought for a moment. And decided to up the ante.
“I’m very interested. It sounds like you’re interested in him too.”
A slight pause and then “Maybe. But if you have money, we can do more with him. Together.”
Damn. Now he really had my attention. If he wasn’t bullshitting me, this might be the opening I needed. Before I could answer back, he messaged again.
“If you interested, call. We can talk.” He gave me his number and then left the chatroom.
After DickYouNeed left, I decided to talk to Rafe a minute and see if DickYouNeed was bullshitting me. Rafe was doing a pump and flex show for someone. I dropped a thousand tokens to him to get his attention quickly. And get his attention, it did. He replied almost immediately.
“Thx, dude. That is nice.”
“You’re welcome, Rafe. You remember me?”
“Sure. Your name is Ryan.” I laughed, although he was close.
“It’s Riley, Rafe. Not Ryan.”
“Shit, sorry Riley.” He looked a little down, probably thinking I wouldn’t tip him anymore. Little did he know that those big tips were helping draw him closer to me. And maybe they were about to pay off.
“No problem, Rafe. You been working hard?”
He smiled. “Yeah, but you been best customer. Thx.”
“Glad to do it, Rafe. Maybe someday we can meet. I often go to Colombia, Venezuela, Ecuador, and Peru on business trips. If you are in one of those countries, maybe someday we can get together.” I took a guess on those country names but they were the ones that most of the Bateman latino models were from. I waited to see if he’d tell me.
Rafe’s smile started to disappear. “Against the rules to meet folks from here.”
My smile got bigger as I tossed out the biggest piece of bait I had. Time to see if it would work.
“Ah, I see. Well just a thought. Part of my job is to help people start up small businesses and I thought you might be interested. But no problem if it is against the rules.”
Rafe looked surprised and smiled again. He typed back quickly, “Business?”
“Yeah, small businesses. But I understand if you can’t do it.”
Rafe paused a minute and started rubbing both his legs. Obviously he was thinking about it. At the same time, another customer tipped him 500 tokens and was surely waiting for Rafe to perform. But Rafe started typing again and his message was gold.
“Sure, I want. I’m Venezuelan but live in Colombia. In Medellin. You coming here any time?”
So, he was in Medellin. And if DickYouNeed was there too, then something might be possible.
And with that, I reeled the bait in.
“Possibly, Rafe. Maybe soon. If so, we can meet. I’ll let you know.”
He grinned and then stood up and started massaging his cock. I watched it grow under his shorts and then he finally hauled it out. Fuck, it looked delicious. And I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth. But first things first. Rafe’s even more delicious ass was on the menu. And I didn’t want to lose sight of that.
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The next morning at work, I called DickYouNeed at the number he gave me. It went to voicemail.
“Al oír el tono, por favor deje un mensaje.” (“At the tone, please leave a message.”)
“Hola. This is Riley. From Bateman. About Rafe. Call me.”
I disconnected and sat back in my chair. I knew this was dangerous. I was calling a person I didn’t know, just to be able to fuck a person I didn’t know. I had to be very careful or I could get burned. Badly. Not just personally, but legally as well.
Then again, if it went well, I’d get the opportunity to have one fantastic fuck boy. I could feel the beginnings of an erection just thinking about getting Rafe’s muscle body.
My cell went off. The caller ID showed an unknown number as I answered it.
“Hello.”
A deep, seductive voice with an accent came through the phone.
“Hola Riley. Glad you called.”
Fuck. This guy’s voice made me hard instantly.
“Sure. And your name is . . . ?”
“Marcus. Marcus Guerrera. In Medellin. Colombia.”
I smiled. Medellin. So, if he was telling the truth, he was in the same city as Rafe. I could feel my heart race a little bit.
“Medellin. Lots of hot men there in Medellin. Sounds like you are too.” I thought a little flirting might help both of us ease into the conversation.
Marcus laughed. “I’m not hot. But yes, lots of hot men here.” He continued in a more seductive tone. “Rafe is one. And he has a cousin here, too. Deivi. He is the hottest.”
So he knew about Deivi too. Interesting.
“So you know about Deivi. Sounds like you’re interested in both of them.”
Marcus laughed again. “Por supuesto, hombre. Y tú también lo eres.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish, Marcus.”
“Sorry. I said of course I’m interested. And so are you.”
This time I laughed. “Okay, yeah I am. But they are far from me now. Coming to Medellin isn’t a problem. But I’m not sure if I can figure out a way to meet them without it being suspicious.”
Marcus continued quietly. “There are two things Rafe loves. Money. And mota. He LOVESSSSS mota.” I knew mota was slang for marijuana.
I laughed and Marcus said, “And when I do his massage, I have lots for him to smoke. We both smoke it. But he smokes more than I do. More than anyone I know.” He paused. “And that’s good. Makes him nice and relaxed. Very relaxed. Which helps me.”
I was silent a moment. And then said, “It helps you?”
“Si. Mucho.”
I was still a little confused. “It helps you what?”
Marcus was silent a minute and then said, “It helps me . . . get what I want.”
I thought about what he was saying for a moment. We were both speaking in a kind of coded language without coming out and saying exactly what we meant.
“Do you always get what you want?”
That smooth, seductive voice came down the line again. “Si. Mostly. But . . . not everything. For that, I need something more.” He paused again. “And you have that.”
I was confused. “I have what?”
Marcus hesitated a moment, and then said, “You have money. Money that will open up . . . la tierra prometida.”
“La tierra prometida? Whattha fuck is that?”
Marcus laughed quite a bit and said, “It means the promised land.”
I was breathing heavily now. Marcus’s voice had a way of sexualizing almost everything he said. And I had to know exactly what he meant.
“So opening up la tierra prometida means . . . what?”
Marcus chuckled devilishly and said, “Significa follarle el culo a Rafe por fin.” He hesitated a moment and in a stronger voice said, “Y tal vez follarle a esa provocadora de pollas, Deivi. Porque Deivi tiene el agujero más estrecho de Medellín.”
I was silent for a moment. “In English, Marcus.”
The lust was heavy in his voice. “It means finally fucking Rafe's ass. And maybe fucking that cock tease, Deivi.” He paused for a moment and then said, “And Deivi has the tightest hole in Medellin."
Fuck. I had been stroking myself through my pants and almost came when he said that.
“You know that for sure about Deivi?”
Marcus laughed. “Of course. Everybody knows it. And everybody wants it. No one has gotten it yet. But fuck yeah, they want it.”
“How do you know no one has gotten it yet?”
Marcus laughed again. “Trust me, Riley, if someone had fucked Devi, everyone would know. He’s the one straight boy everyone wants. And every fucking maricon between Medellin and Bogata wants to be the first to fuck him. So yeah, no one has gotten his tight ass yet.”
I thought a minute before answering. “So you think you know how we can get Rafe? Or do you think we can get both of them?”
Marcus was silent again. After a few moments, he said, “Hombre, if you want to know, you need to come here. To Medellin. And I’ll tell you. I need someone like you and you need someone like me. And after I tell you, if you don’t want to do it . . . bueno.”
He paused, and then said, “But if you do want to do it, you’ll get what lots of maricons have tried to get for years.”
I was quiet as I thought about Rafe and Deivi. Two hot Latinos, with perfectly muscled bodies, and tight, tight fuckable asses. Asses that had never been fucked before. And according to Marcus, many had tried but had not succeeded in fucking them.
That needed to change.
“Okay Marcus. I’ll come. But you better not be fucking me over with this. I’m not the kind of guy you want to piss off and have against you.”
That deep voice purred like a kitten as he spoke. “I will not fuck you over, Riley. And you will not fuck me over.” Suddenly, his voice had a hard edge. “Because if you do, I have friends who would make it quite desagradable. That’s . . . how do you say . . . unpleasant? For you.”
He was quiet a moment and then said, “But why should we fuck each other over? When we can fuck Rafe and Deivi instead? Si?”
He laughed and I joined the laughter as well.
Medellin. Rafe. Deivi. This was getting more than interesting. It was becoming a fantasy.
One that I had to fulfill.
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I had given Marcus my flight information and he picked me up at the airport. Marcus was a good looking guy, tall and fit. But nowhere in Rafe and Deivi’s league. He took me to my hotel and after I had checked into my room, we had dinner in the hotel’s restaurant. During check in and as we sat at the restaurant table, Marcus was greeted by several. He obviously knew a lot of people.
Marcus had ordered a beer and took a swig. “You’re not what I expected, Riley.”
After taking a sip of my wine, I smiled. “And why is that?”
He smiled back. “You’re much more handsome than I thought you’d be.”
“A compliment. Gracias, my friend. And you are attractive as well.” I took another sip, and said, “With all the guys you’ve talked with here so far, obviously they think so too.”
Marcus laughed and drank again. “Those are just friends of mine, Riley. And believe it or not, they all know who Rafe and Deivi are.”
I took another sip and leaned back. “Do they now? And what do they think of Rafe and Deivi?”
Marcus smirked and said, “They’re maricones, amigo. They want to fuck them.”
I laughed. “Yes,that doesn’t surprise me.”
“But those two don’t want to play. Well . . . at least Deivi won’t play. He’s very homophobic. Rafe, on the other hand . . .”
I waited a moment and then asked, “On the other hand . . . what?”
Marcus smiled. “Let’s just say I think Rafe has a hard time accepting that he is . . . interested in playing. But deep down, I think he would. If . . . the conditions were right.”
I thought about that. And then remembered something Marcus said to me during our phone call.
“You said in our call that Rafe smoked a lot of pot during his massage. And that when he did that, it helped you get what you wanted. Tell me more about that.”
Marcus sat back and smiled.
“I met Rafe at the gym. We work out together, although I’m not as religious about it as he is. He started coming to me about 6 months ago, because he had a lot of muscle strain. The first time he got on my table, he was on his back and wearing boxer briefs. I offered him some mota and fuck . . . he went through two joints in 15 minutes.” Marcus chuckled. “That fucker loves mota! But I didn’t care because he certainly got very loose. It was like he didn’t give a fuck about anything. Anyway, I massaged him and, since I figured this would be the only time I’d get to do it, I decided to test him a little.”
“Test him? How?”
Marcus laughed. “Oh, shit like when I was working his chest, I’d pinch his nipples.”
I smiled. “I’ll bet that was nice.”
“It was. But fuck, I was scared as hell. Rafe could easily kick my ass. But the mota really calms him down. So I kept testing to see what else I could do.” Marcus smiled broadly. “After I finished his front, I had him turn over. Hell, that ass was fucking hot!” Marcus and I both laughed. “I gave him another joint and he took it. I started working on his back and then his legs. By the time I got around to his ass, he had finished the mota. I asked him if he was feeling better. He didn’t say anything and I noticed his eyes were closed. I asked him again and he finally said, yes. You could tell he was pretty wasted.” Marcus took another swig, and said, “So I went back to that ass quick!”
Marcus closed his eyes for a minute, then smiled and opened them. “When I got my hands on that ass . . . fuck . . . it was soooooooo good! I was squeezing it hard and I was waiting for him to tell me to get my hands off. But he didn’t react at all. I even ran my hands just under the waistband and . . . nothing. No movement, no telling me to keep my hands off. He just lie there.”
Marcus started chuckling again. “God, I wanted to fuck him right then! But I was afraid I’d gone far enough and just finished up. When I was done, I helped him off the table and we talked and smoked some more until he left. Hell, he barely made it out the door. I offered him a ride home but he turned me down.” Marcus finished his beer and ordered another one.
“Was that it?”
Marcus put his hands up as if to say “hold on”. After he got his new beer, he took a swig and said, “Hell no. I wanted to see how far I could get with him. When I asked him if he wanted another massage, he told me he couldn’t afford to do more than one massage a month.” Marcus laughed. “Fuck that! I told him I’d do them for free if he’d help train me at the gym.” Marcus laughed again and winked. “And he took me up on that offer real quick.”
“Anyway he comes twice a week. And I make sure I have plenty of mota for him to smoke.” He took another swig. “And I do more each time.”
I was getting excited. “Like what?”
“I told him I wanted to use a special oil, that it would help his muscles heal faster. He agreed. I also went out and got some towels to cover him. He didn’t want to at first and wanted to stay in his boxer briefs. But I told him that I covered all my customers that way so that the oil didn’t ruin their clothes.” Marcus laughed and said, “He finally agreed but he always adjusts them after I’ve put them on.”
Marcus shook his head and chuckled. “And fuck, it’s almost like having him completely naked. Last week, after he crashed out from the mota, I pulled the towel down and put some oil on his ass. I managed to let some of it drip down into his ass crack. I think he felt it but he didn’t say anything. So while I was kneading his ass, I pulled those cheeks apart.” Marcus slapped the table, and said, “By god, he said something then! So I stopped and started oiling his legs.”
An evil grin spread across his face. “But I still got to see that hole.” Marcus sighed. “Fuck, it was perfect. And looked tight as hell.” He started laughing again. “It’s like that boy never takes a shit!”
I laughed along with him. “I bet it was hard to work his body after seeing that.”
Marcus shrugged again and drank some more of his beer. “Oh yeah. I’ve done other shit, like running my fingers over his body, over his nipples, trying to get him excited. And running my fingers slowly down his ass. But no go. He just lies there, high and loose.”
“If he’s high and loose, it sounds like he’s ready to get taken.”
Marcus sat back and said, “Maybe. But I’d rather have him horny and more willing before I try it.” He paused a minute, and then leaned forward, put his elbows on the table, and his chin on his hands.
“And that’s where you come in, Riley.”
I smiled. “What do you need me to do?”
Marcus hunched over more, so he could speak quietly. I hunched forward as well.
“Since you were tipping those huge amounts on Bateman, I figure you definitely have money. And I need money to buy something that will get Rafe . . . how do you say . . . more motivated. More receptive. More open.” He smiled. “Fucking horny.”
“What do you need to buy?”
“I have a good friend who is a pharmacist. Jorge’s a naturalist and likes to make non-traditional meds that heal the body or affect its responses. We were talking a couple of months ago and he told me that once, he had made a powerful aphrodisiac for a wealthy woman. She and her husband had a very boring sex life and she wanted to get him like he was when they first married.” He paused and his voice got a little quieter. “My friend had been experimenting with aphrodisiacs for years and he claimed he had a formula that worked. And was especially good on men. Made them hyper sensitive and very open . . . to most anything. Anyway, she tried it with her husband. Put some in his tequila and she told my friend that her husband went wild! She’d just touch him and he’d go crazy.” Marcus chuckled. “She also said that when she sucked his cock, it exploded when he came. And that he fucked like a madman.”
I was listening to this and questioning just how true it was.
“Are you sure Jorge wasn’t just bullshitting you?”
Marcus grinned. “I asked him the same thing. I mean, I didn’t believe him. So he gave me a single dose of it and told me to try it out. So I did.” His voice got a little louder. “I had a friend over and I took it. And fucking hell . . . I was hornier than I’ve ever been in my life! I mean just touching me made a shock go through me. And when I fucked my friend, he said I’d never fucked him before like that.”
Marcus sat back from the table grinning. “So yeah. I can tell you that shit works.”
“You think it will work on Rafe?”
Marcus nodded his head. “Oh hell yes. If that doesn’t get Rafe turned on, then nothing will. And if he gets turned on . . . and I’m massaging that muscle ass . . . then his tight hole is gonna open up like a flower in bloom. He’ll be begging for something in it. And he won’t care who . . . or what . . . goes in.” Marcus laughed. “Hell, I’m a top and when I took it, you could have fucked my ass and I wouldn’t have cared. I was so goddamn horny.”
“Why not use a roofie or something? That’s a damn site cheaper.”
“Yeah . . . but I don’t want him drugged out. I want him horny. Very horny. And very aware of what’s going on. I want to turn him out so that he’ll want to play more after that. And after he’s been fucked once, I think he’ll definitely want to do more.”
I thought about that for a minute.
“Will it work on Deivi too?”
Marcus shrugged and leaned forward again. “Getting Deivi is going to be more difficult. He isn’t one of my customers. And him being alone with just guys, and no women around, would scare him off. He’s really homophobic.” Marcus’s evil smile returned. “But if we can find someone who he trusts, or figure out a way to get him at ease, then we might be able to use it then.”
He paused a minute, and then said, “I want to fuck Rafe bad. Really bad. I mean I want to tear his ass up!”
I nodded in agreement.
“But,” he continued, “if I can figure out a way to get my cock up Deivi’s ass too, that would be perfect. It would earn me some good money. All it would take is one hard fuck in Deivi’s sweet hole and I’d be set.”
“How do you figure that?”
“I told you. Every maricon in Medellin wants to fuck Deivi. Especially me. If I can get him on video getting fucked, I can blackmail him. Easily. He’d be so freaked out, he’d do anything to keep that video from getting out.” Marcus chuckled. “He’d be my straight boytoy. The maricons here and everywhere else would pay big money to finally get their cocks up his homophobic muscle ass. And teach him a few lessons while they fucked it. Trust me, they’d think it’s worth any money they’d pay to get that muscle stud on his back, spread those legs wide, open up his tight pussy, and then fuck the shit out of him. If I can get him on video, his muscle ass is gonna take a lot of pounding. They’ll be fucking him a lot!”
I laughed. “Sure about that?”
Marcus threw his head back, laughed, and said, “Absolutely. Deivi may hate homo’s but he’ll do anything to keep that video private. And the maricones know he is a sexy straight boy that needs to get fucked. And being straight, they know his hole is untouched . . . and that it will be tight as hell.” With an evil wink, he added “At least for a while. And the men here will do whatever they can to take him down and fuck him. And then fuck him again and again and again. They’ll wanna turn that homophobe into a huge cum dump. Trust me, if we can get him, his ass is going to be put to good use.” Marcus laughed again. “And then I’ll start selling his tight muscle cunt all over Cali, Bogata, and Barranquilla. He’ll make more money than he’s ever made on Bateman. And . . . so will I.”
Smirking, Marcus added, “And, who knows. Maybe he’ll finally join our team . . . and use that body for what it was meant to be used for . . . spreading that ass, getting fucked hard, and pleasing men.” Leaning back, Marcus smirked harder. “But whether he joins or not, he’s gonna give up that ass and that body.” Marcus paused for a moment. “And once he does, I’ll make him introduce us to all his other gym friends. All those straight muscle boys. They are like Deivi and look down on anybody who isn’t like them. Jorge’s shit will help us get them and fuck their tight asses too. One by one by one. They’ll be nothing but a bunch of muscle pussies, servicing any maricon who pays to tear their ass up.”
I sat back and thought for a few minutes. Marcus finished up his beer and ordered another one. All the time, he watched me as I thought about his proposal. Finally, I smiled and looked at Marcus.
“Well, you’ve certainly thought this all through. If your friend’s shit works, it sounds possible.” I started chuckling and said, “And I think we know the perfect person that can help us get Deivi.”
Marcus looked puzzled. “Who?”
“Rafe.”
Marcus did a double take. “Rafe? No way.”
I laughed. “You know you told me you had the feeling Rafe might be open to playing? But that he was too uptight to do it?”
Marcus nodded.
“Well I believe you. Because during one of my times with him on Bateman, he was smoking mota. A lot. And he got really wasted.”
Marcus laughed. “I told you he loves that shit.”
“And he was telling me about Deivi and how all his friends all wanted him.”
“Yeah, I’m sure they do. I told you. Everybody does.”
“And then he said something that surprised me.”
Marcus looked at me intently. “What?”
“He said all of this in Spanish, but I translated it.” I paused and then said, “What he said was that his friends wanted to fuck Deivi.”
Marcus laughed. “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.”
“And he also said that he wanted to fuck him too.”
Marcus looked shocked for a moment. Then, that seductive grin slowly swept across his face.
“Rafe said that? That he wanted to fuck Deivi?”
“Yes.”
Marcus slowly nodded his head. “Fuck. This may work out after all. If there’s one person Deivi trusts, it’s Rafe.” He started laughing. “It would be karma for that cock teasing stud to get his hot ass fucked by his own “straight” cousin.”
I started laughing too. “No shit. But let’s make sure you and I get into that tight hole before Rafe. Then he can have the leftovers.”
Marcus laughed even more and said, “Definitely. But Rafe needs to give up his sweet ass first. I can’t tell you how bad I want up in it.”
I nodded.
“So . . . how much is Jorge’s shit gonna cost?”
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Two days later, Marcus called me to his apartment. He handed me a bottle and smirked. The bottle had a clear liquid in it.
“Is this the stuff?” Marcus nodded.
“What’s in it? Do you know?”
“Jorge said it was a combination of maca, ginseng, and ginkgo. And a few other things. Very refined. So it’s strong. It doesn’t take much to work. You can put it in food or drinks, you can soak paper or cloth in it, or even put it directly on the skin.” He looked at me and smiled. “The stuff I took was in my beer. So I’m sure that helped too. It certainly works.”
I nodded. “Hell, I paid him almost 9 million pesos for it. It better work.” 9 million Colombian pesos was about $2,000. “Does it have a name?”
Marcus smiled. “Jorge calls it . . . uhh . . . Dulamor.”
“Dulamor? Why that?”
Marcus laughed. “He said that’s short for Dulce Amor, or sweet love.”
I laughed as well. “Well, when we get up inside of Rafe’s ass, it will definitely be sweet love.”
Marcus nodded. “And fucking Deivi’s ass will be even sweeter. I want that fucking tight hole wrapped around my cock so bad, I can taste it. And I want that pile of money it’s gonna make me too.” I nodded in agreement.
“So, how do we do this?”
“Rafe’s coming in for his massage tomorrow. I’ll introduce you as a new masseur that I’m training to take care of some of my customers.”
“But I don’t speak Spanish. Won’t he be suspicious?”
“No. Rafe can speak English, although not as good as me. I’ll speak to him in English but will use Spanish if he doesn’t understand something. If I speak to you in English or you respond in English, he won’t question it.”
Marcus paused. “He’s never seen you or heard your voice, has he?”
“No. All our talks have been by typed message on Bateman. He doesn’t even know I’m here.”
“Good. So when he comes in, just follow my lead.”
“What if Rafe doesn’t want me in there while he’s on the table?”
Marcus grinned. “That’s possible. But just follow my lead. And I’ll get him busy smoking his mota. Once he’s smoking that, he won’t care.”
I laughed and thought about Rafe’s fine body. My fantasy was about to come true.
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Marcus’s massage room at his house was set up and ready to go. The massage table and towels were clean and at hand, along with the oil. He made sure that there was plenty of mota and that the “special” mota with the Dulamor mixed in it was separated from the main stache. He didn’t want Rafe smoking it before he’d had a chance to set things up.
He’d messaged me ten minutes earlier that he and Rafe were on their way from the gym and it was all I could do to keep calm. Thinking about Rafe’s fine body and virgin ass weren’t helping me with that. I went to Marcus’s bedroom, which was next door to his massage room, and waited. After a few more minutes, I heard the door open and muted voices. I walked into the massage room and waited.
The game was on. Time for my fantasy to start. Time for Rafe to give up his never before touched hole.
Marcus walked in, speaking in Spanish. Behind him, was a walking hunk of Venezuelan muscle.
In person, Rafe was hotter than on camera. He was already shirtless and the sweat from his workout accented his huge chest. His big pecs stood out, with dark nipples that were stiff. His abs, as well as the rest of his body, was stunning. His bulge was obvious in his shorts and hinted at a lot of Venezuelan meat behind it. He looked over at me, nodded his head slightly at me, as if to say hello.
“Es este el tipo del que me hablabas?”
“Yeah,” Marcus said. “This is the guy I was telling you about. I’m training him in massage therapy. His name is Jimmy. Jimmy Cardovan.”
Rafe smiled and walked towards me, hand outstretched. “Encantado de conocerte”. He paused for a moment and then said, “Nice to meet, Jimmy.”
I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Raphael.”
Rafe kept smiling. “Call me Rafe.”
I smiled back. “Sure, Rafe. A pleasure.”
Marcus smiled as he watched us. He gave me a knowing look and said, “Jimmy, you think you can help me with Rafe’s massage?”
I looked at Rafe and said, “Sure. I need the practice.” Rafe looked at Marcus and said, “Voy a cambiar” as he walked into Marcus’s bedroom. “Sure, go get changed,” Marcus replied.
As he walked, I watched his sexy muscle ass bounce. I look at Marcus.
“Goddamn! That fucker is gorgeous!”
Marcus laughed. “Now you see why I want him so bad. He is nothing but sexual energy. I keep getting a pain in my chest, thinking about getting his big cock in my mouth and my cock in that tight ass.”
“No shit. He suspect anything?”
“Fuck no. We gotta get him smoking though. And massage his body, and get the oil on him. When he’s nice and relaxed, I’ll get him the special mota. After that, we keep massaging him and . . . wait. We’ll know when it’s party time. And then straight Rafe will be no more!” My cock started getting hard, just thinking about what was about to happen.
Rafe came back out, wearing a towel. He walked over to Marcus and Marcus gave him a joint from his stash. Rafe lit it and inhaled deeply, holding it a few seconds. He finally exhaled a huge cloud of smoke and took another deep drag. Marcus looked over at me and winked. Rafe blew the smoke out, went over to the table and lie down on it. Since he was holding the joint, he had to struggle a bit to keep the towel covering him when he got on the table. He finally managed it, although the towel slipped down a little. The top edge lie right at where the curve of his ass started. I licked my lips and looked over at Marcus. He was grinning and raised his eyebrows as if to say “Like it?”
While Marcus was getting set up, I took a longer look at Rafe prone on the table. His left arm was by his side, while his right hand held the joint he was smoking. Large mounds of muscle around his neck and shoulders flowed down to his upper and lower back. He obviously spent lots of time at the gym doing squats and other leg exercises, as his calves and hamstrings were full and long. His leg and back muscles converged on that fucking gorgeous ass covered by the towel. But that towel would be gone before long. And Marcus and I would prepare it for our cocks to fuck its tight, hot virginity.
Marcus finished his setup and came over to the table. “I’m going to start on your legs, Rafe.” He looked over at me and said, “Jimmy, you start on his back.” I nodded and Rafe grunted something. It was obvious that the mota was starting to have an effect because Rafe let his right arm hang down, with the joint in it.
Marcus started squeezing and molding his upper legs and I leaned over and started working on his shoulders. At least, I tried to start on his shoulders. The muscle was so thick and heavy, it was hard to squeeze it. I looked over at Marcus, who pulled his hands up and motioned to squeeze hard. I started squeezing hard and finally I could feel it move. Rafe groaned a little, but said nothing else, so I figured he liked it. Marcus grinned and nodded his head at me.
Having Rafe’s muscle body in my hands was only making it harder for me to be patient. I knew Marcus was feeling the same, because as he massaged, he’d slide his hands slowly and sensually down Rafe’s legs. I was doing the same with his back, moving over to Rafe’s side to get more and more of his back. Rafe slowly pulled his arm up and took another drag on the joint. As he exhaled, I could see there was very little left of it, as he lowered his arm back down.
Marcus paused his massage and said, “Feeling good, mano?”
Rafe was silent.
“Feeling good, mano?”
Finally Rafe answered. “Si. Bien. Sigue adelante.” His voice was quieter and his words were slurred as he told Marcus it was good and to continue.
Marcus grinned back at me and gave a thumbs up. He walked over and got another joint out of our “special” stash, then walked back to Rafe, handing him the joint.
“Here, mano. This should make you feel really good.”
Rafe slowly reached up with his right arm and took the joint. Marcus lit it and Rafe put it to his lips and inhaled deeply. We both watched Rafe exhale it and then take another deep hit. I looked at Marcus and he gave a double thumbs up this time. It was just a matter of time now. We waited until Rafe took two more hits on the joint and there was nothing left of it. Rafe let what was left of the blunt drop on the floor.
Marcus tapped Rafe on his back and said, “Turn over, Rafe. We’re gonna get your front now.”
For a few moments, Rafe didn’t move. Then slowly . . . sluggishly . . . he tried to turn over. Marcus and I helped him as he finally managed to lie fully on his back. In the struggle to turn over, Rafe’s towel had fallen off . . . and Marcus unobtrusively tossed it on the floor.
My breathing was hard now . . . along with my cock. Rafe lie there, his amazing body on full display, and his cock rising rapidly. Evidently the Dulamor was starting to take effect. I looked over at Marcus and he was grinning from ear to ear.
Rafe’s head was near the top edge of the table and I went there to start his massage. His eyes were closed and I looked over at Marcus again. He was still grinning and spoke to Rafe.
“We’re gonna do your chest and legs, Rafe. Okay?” Rafe’s eyes were still closed and he didn’t answer. Marcus said, “Okay, mano?” Rafe started to mutter and I finally heard him say “bien”.
Marcus looked back at me and squeezed his hands, and then slowly moved them from side to side, as he pointed at Rafe’s chest. He wanted me to massage his enormous chest and then erotically run my fingers over it. I smiled and nodded. Marcus pointed to himself and then Rafe’s legs, showing me he was going to do the same thing on his legs.
I leaned over Rafe’s head and squeezed his massive pecs. His chest was hairy but you could tell he trimmed it. As I grabbed his pecs, I felt my cock get harder. My god they felt so good! Strong, hard muscle, covered in a mat of black hair. I squeezed and rubbed the muscle, letting my fingertips run over his nipples. Rafe gasped and I felt a shiver run through him. I looked up quickly at Marcus and he just laughed silently. He nodded for me to continue.
As I squeezed and massaged his pecs, my hands slid down to his abs and side muscles. Fuck, Rafe had muscle on top of muscle. It felt so good to touch, squeeze, and tease such a hot, sexy man. I ran my finger tips all over his chest and abs and Rafe kept having quick intakes of his breath. Every now and then I’d feel him shiver again. The Dulamor was working good and Rafe was extremely aroused.
Marcus was doing the same with his legs and it was having the same effect on Rafe. His cock was hard as hell, maybe eight inches or so, and fat. You could see the juice slowly leak out of it. Little by little, Marcus had been moving Rafe’s legs further apart, until his lower legs hung over the edges of the table. It left a wide gap between Rafe’s legs, exposing his huge balls but still hiding his tight, straight asshole.
As I massaged Rafe’s chest and Marcus his legs, Rafe kept shivering and gasping for breaths.
“Bien, Rafe?”
After a few moments, I asked again. “Bien?”
Finally, Rafe said, “Tengo calor y el tacto es sensible.” I looked over at Marcus. He was grinning and said, “He said he’s hot but it feels very good when we touch him.” Looking at Rafe, he said, “Sí, hermano. La mota te hace sentir muy bien. Disfrutarás del tacto. Piensa en tu chica.” He looked up at me. “I told him that is true and that the mota makes him feel good. He should enjoy it and think of his girlfriend.” He nodded his head at me, as if to say “keep going.”
I leaned over Rafe’s head to reach his sides and was surprised to feel his hands on my upper arms. He was slowly moving them up and down my arms, squeezing my biceps. I looked over at Marcus to get his attention. He finally paused, looked more carefully, and started laughing silently. He motioned me to go over to another part of the room.
“What the hell is he doing, Marcus?” I whispered.
“Damn Riley, you lucky fuck! He’s turned on! He’s never done that with me before. I told you that shit would get him horny. He’s just rubbing your arms because that’s the nearest thing he can get a hold of. He said he was hot and very sensitive. That shit made me feel like that. It’s working.”
I could feel the lust creeping up in my crotch. “What do I do?”
Marcus smirked. “Get my step platform so you’re higher up. Then lean over to get your cock close to his face. If he’s horny enough, maybe you can get him to suck your cock.”
I looked dubious. “You think he would?”
Marcus laughed quietly. “I TOLD you, the Dulamor makes you extremely horny! There’s no telling what he’d do. But the more sexually aggressive you can get with him, the better! I’m going to do the same, so let’s just watch each other. I think the time has come to finally get him! Remember . . . we are going to turn that tight straight ass into a pussy! Don’t go weak on me now, man.”
I hesitated and then said, “But what if . . .”
Marcus hissed. “Riley, just DO it! Go with it! I’m telling you, we’ll get him.”
I looked back at Rafe. That body. That cock. That . . . ass. Marcus was right. It was now or never with him.
I went over and got Marcus’s step platform, put it at the end of the table, and stood on it. I looked at Rafe’s face and his eyes were still closed. This time, as I leaned over to grab Rafe’s chest, my shorts-covered crotch was just above Rafe’s face. I started to massage him again and began tweaking his nipples too. Rafe’s hands slowly came up and started rubbing and squeezing my arms again. Slowly . . . little by little . . . I lowered my crotch to his face. I could feel my hard cock a quarter of an inch away from Rafe’s nose. I started lightly running my fingers over his abs again and moved back up to tweaking and twisting his nipples again. Rafe groaned and I wondered what he was thinking.
After a few moments, I felt something lightly graze my cock. Then it grazed it again . . . twice. Since I could not see Rafe’s face, I looked over at Marcus. He had a surprised look on his face, which then turned into a huge smile. He mouthed the word “YES”, stuck out his tongue and flicked it a few times.
The graze I felt was Rafe’s tongue on my cock!
I looked back at Marcus and he pointed to his shorts and made a downward motion. He was telling me to lower my shorts.
I kept working Rafe’s nipples and then slowly leaned back up. Quietly, I pulled down my shorts and briefs and let my hard cock out. It was hard and leaking just like Rafe’s. I slid the shorts off my feet and slowly . . . carefully . . . leaned back over Rafe’s face. I began lightly twisting his nipples again, when I felt it.
Rafe’s tongue had licked my cock. And not just once. He was licking it over . . . and over . . . and over. Just the shaft. But that was a good start. I almost came as he licked.
Looking at Marcus, he made fists with his hands and pulled his arms back, mouthing “YES!” I kept twisting Rafe’s nipples and running my fingers over his chest. His hands moved to my waist and started pulling my cock down onto his face.
I was in ecstasy that this hot, sexy, straight muscle god actually had his tongue on my cock and was trying to get more!
I looked over at Marcus and he pointed both fingers at Rafe. He carefully got up on the table between Rafe’s legs and pushed them as wide apart as he could. He just stared at Rafe’s ass and you could tell he was ready to do what he had dreamed of doing for some time.
Rafe was still licking my shaft but I wanted more. I leaned up and got off the platform. As I walked to the side of the table, Marcus had an uncertain look on his face. Carefully, I got up on the table, slid my leg on the other side of Rafe’s chest, and slowly lowered myself down. I was sitting just under Rafe’s pecs and began massaging his shoulders. Slowly . . . carefully . . . I leaned forward. I kept squeezing his shoulders and my cock kept moving towards his face.
Closer . . .
Closer . . .
Closer . . .
I felt the tip touch his lips. Rafe’s eyes were closed and I felt his hands slowly move up to my legs, holding them tight. My cock was really leaking now. I grabbed it and slowly ran it back and forth over his lips, letting my slimy juice coat them. At the same time, I pressed a little harder on each pass, finally letting it just sit on his lips.
Reaching back, I ran my fingertips lightly over Rafe’s nipples, twisting them gently, and doing a slight forward motion with my cock. Rafe groaned again and his breathing was rapid. After a few moments, I felt his lips move. Ever so slowly, they opened a little and I pressed my cock forward. I kept teasing Rafe’s nipples. Suddenly, his mouth opened wider and my cock went in further. I felt his tongue lap at the underside of it and then his hands slowly moved from my legs to my ass. Rafe started pushing me further into his mouth and his lips closed around my cock. As his lips closed, his tongue started swirling all around it . . . the head . . . the shaft . . . all over. I left my cock in his mouth a few moments, then slowly pulled it back, his lips keeping tight around it. I pushed back in and his tongue kept lapping all over it. And then back out, sealed in a vacuum that his lips had created.
Back in . . . and back out . . . back in . . . and out . . . in . . . out . . . in . . . out . . .
I was in ecstasy. Rafe was actually sucking my cock! It was so tight inside his mouth, his tongue swirling all around it, that I found it hard to believe he had never sucked cock before. But he was definitely sucking it now. And doing a helluva job. I built up a steady pace, but Rafe kept up with me every moment. I heard a quiet moaning as he sucked on it like a pro.
I couldn’t see Marcus behind me, but I felt movement. I knew he was ready to fuck Rafe and I wanted to see that happen. But I also didn’t want Rafe to quit sucking my cock. He was just too damn good at it. And getting better! The Dulamor, along with the mota, had horned him up considerably. And maybe . . . just maybe . . . Rafe’s desire for man sex was starting to come out too.
I was fucking Rafe’s mouth harder now and he was definitely liking it. He was moaning more and kept pulling my ass into his mouth. In fact, he was so good at blowing me, it was getting damn near impossible for me to not cum.
But I wasn’t ready yet and wanted to go deeper into Rafe’s throat. I also wanted to get a taste of Rafe’s hot ass. If his ass was as tight as his mouth, it was going to be dreamland. But first things first.
I reached back, pulled Rafe’s arms off my ass, and pulled out of Rafe’s mouth. He was sucking so hard, he almost wouldn’t let my cock out. I smiled and said, “Just a minute Rafe. It will be back. And even better.” Rafe just lay there, licking his lips, and breathing hard.
Slipping down off the table, I saw that Marcus had propped Rafe’s legs up, and was trying to pull open his muscled ass cheeks. He looked at me and I motioned that I was going to pull Rafe up on the table. He looked confused for a moment and I pointed to Rafe’s head and motioned downward. He broke out in a silent laugh and mouthed “Slut” at me. I gave him a huge smile and a big thumbs up.
At the end of the table, I grabbed Rafe’s armpits and pulled his body back. At least, I tried to pull it back. He was so heavy it was difficult. Marcus came over to help and soon, Rafe’s head was hanging over the edge of the table . . . the perfect position to shove my cock deep in his throat. My cock was still hard as hell and I teased Rafe’s lips with it. His tongue kept reaching out to lick it and I’d pull it away.
After teasing him a bit, I said, “Open wide, Rafe” and without hesitation, his mouth opened . . . and my cock slowly but surely entered his warm, wet mouth again. But this time, it kept going. Rafe started to gag a little and I pulled back. I pushed back in a little further until he gagged again. I pulled back and pushed back in again . . . a little further each time. Soon, my entire cock was in Rafe’s mouth and deep down his throat. I grabbed Rafe’s arms and started fucking his mouth slowly. I started speeding up and soon was fucking his mouth easily. No gag . . . no complaint . . . no problem. Just a sexy straight muscle boy deepthroating another man’s cock.
I looked over and saw Marcus pushing Rafe’s legs back. Rafe’s legs were so big, it was hard for him to do. I whistled lightly and Marcus looked at me. I pointed at Rafe’s legs and motioned for him to push them back and I would grab them. Marcus grinned and slowly pushed them back. I finally grabbed his calves and held on. His ass was pulled back so that his tight hole was open . . . and ready for business.
Marcus got between Rafe’s legs and started to rim his hole. The minute his tongue touched Rafe’s asshole, he started moaning louder and thrashing. You could tell Marcus was into it as his face was so far up between Rafe’s ass cheeks, he was practically eating them. Evidently his tongue was getting further and further into Rafe’s hole because Rafe was practically bouncing on Marcus’s face. But I knew Marcus wouldn’t stop until he had broken his gym partner and had his dick up Rafe’s unfucked hole.
Minutes went by and Rafe was getting his ass devoured more and more by Marcus and was sucking my cock like he’d never get another one. The Dulamore had turned Rafe from a straight muscle boy getting a massage into a sex starved muscle boy about to get fucked.
I wasn’t far from cumming down Rafe’s throat, and told Marcus “Dude, I can’t hold off much longer. I think it’s time to take our prize.”
Marcus kept his face between Rafe’s ass cheeks and finally rose up. “Yeah, I think so too. I’d love to get his mouth on my cock though. You want to go first?”
I smiled and said, “Rafe was always the one you wanted the most. So I think the honor should go to you.” Marcus grinned and laughed lightly. “BUT . . . I want first crack at our other . . . target. So if you want Rafe first, then I get him first.” I didn’t mention Deivi’s name, as I didn’t want Rafe to hear what we had planned. “Deal?”
Marcus looked at me curiously for a moment. I’m sure he was having to think hard about whether to be first with Rafe or with Deivi. I was glad to have either one first, but secretly, wanted to get Deivi first. Rafe’s cock was bigger than Deivi’s but Deivi’s ass was the bigger prize. To be the first to fuck a homophobe like Deivi would be fucking hot. I wanted him bad.
Marcus thought a few more moments as I fucked Rafe’s throat.
“Whatever you decide, hurry up. I’m about to blow here. If I’m doing Rafe first, I’d rather seed his tight, virgin ass with this load. It’ll be pretty heavy.”
Finally, Marcus smiled and said, “Deal. I’m first here. You’re first there.” He went back down to Rafe’s hole again.
I grinned, let go of Rafe’s legs, and started pumping Rafe’s throat faster. “Get ready, Rafe. Lots to swallow.” Rafe was gripping my body hard and I had to work harder to fuck his mouth. I could feel my nuts boiling and knew I was moments away from firing. Rafe was still moaning but it was starting to be drowned out by my own.
“Mmm . . . mmmmm . . . uhh . . . UHhhhhhh . . . UHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK . . . FUCK . . . SHIT!”
My cum blasted out of my cock and down into Rafe’s still sucking mouth and throat. As the shots slowed down, I looked at Rafe’s hard cock, leaking more goo, puddles of juice already on his stomach. He hadn’t cum yet but was leaking the whole time.
Coming down from my orgasmic high, I noticed Marcus was sitting up again. I slowly pulled out of Rafe’s mouth. I was still horny and his big dick looked so suckable. Slowly, I worked my way over to the side of the table.
“Do your thing, man. Make tonight a night his tight ass won’t forget.” Marcus just grinned and grabbed Rafe’s legs. “Wait, let me move him.” He started pulling Rafe down to the other end of the table. I started to help him but Marcus was obviously strong enough to get Rafe’s heavy body moving without my help. Finally, he had Rafe’s ass hanging over the edge.
Marcus looked at Rafe’s face with intense lust. “Amigo, eres un semental muy sexy. A todas las mujeres les encanta que te las folles. Tu cuerpo es una obra de arte. Todas lo admiran. Así que perdóname por admirarlo mucho más.”
Rafe stirred slightly but Marcus held on to his legs.
Smiling at me, he said, “I told him that he was a hot stud that all the ladies loved when he fucked them. That his body was a work of art that was admired by all.” He got that evil grin on his face, and then said, “And I told him to forgive me because I was going to admire it a LOT more.”
Marcus dropped his shorts and briefs and his rock hard cock popped out. It wasn’t as big as Rafe’s but it was big enough. He pushed Rafe’s legs back until they were almost touching his chest. His muscle ass spread open easily this time and we looked at that pure, virgin hole. While Rafe’s body was hairy, his asshole had just a smattering of hair around it. We kept looking at it and Marcus said, “Fuck. I can’t believe it. So many maricons have wanted to fuck this ass. And now, I’m going to be the first to do it.” He looked over at me, smiled, and said, “And I’m hoping this won’t be the last time either.”
I smiled back and said, “Wait. Let me help you do it right.”
With that, I got on top of Rafe again and held his legs against his chest. “Now . . . you just get in there and . . . fuck.” Marcus grinned.
He took the massage oil he used and began to apply it liberally to his cock and to Rafe’s hole. Every time he’d touch his hole, Rafe would groan and move more. I heard him muttering something and Marcus stopped a moment and listened. After a few seconds, he laughed and said something back to Rafe. Whatever it was made no difference though. Marcus was like an unstoppable machine. And he wouldn’t stop until his cock was tight inside Rafe’s ass.
After a final wiping of the oil on Rafe’s ass, Marcus took his cock and put it at Rafe’s hole. Rafe could feel it and tried to move more, but his reflexes were slow. I watched Marcus push forward harder. Rafe’s virgin tight ass wasn’t making it easy for Marcus to get into. He poured more oil on it and pushed again.
Little by little, Rafe’s ass opened up. I could see Marcus move forward as his cock opened that tight hole. Rafe let out a groan and kept muttering “mierda . . . mierda . . . fuck . . . fuck . . .” as Marcus went in further. I kept Rafe’s legs pulled back, stretching open his ass more. Finally, I heard Marcus say “fuuuuuuuuck” . . . and his cock slid quickly all the way in. Rafe gasped and groaned as he felt Marcus’s cock firmly lodged in his tight hole.
Marcus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I could imagine his ecstasy at finally getting the ass he’d wanted to fuck for so long. I couldn’t wait to get my cock up inside it as well.
Marcus stood still, giving Rafe’s ass time to adjust to its first fucking. But you could tell that he was reveling in the feel of that tight, virgin ass wrapped around his cock. Rafe’s movement slowed while Marcus stood there. After a few more moments, Marcus slowly pulled back and Rafe groaned again, as the big cock was drawn backwards. Pouring more oil on it, Marcus pushed his cock back in, paused, and then pulled it backwards again. Then back in . . . and back out, as he started to get his fucking motion going. Rafe had stopped groaning but was making small yelping sounds each time Marcus pushed his cock back in.
In another thirty seconds, Marcus had a smooth fuck stroke going and was easily fucking Rafe’s ass. He opened his eyes and was breathing quickly, as his cock opened up Rafe’s tight hole with each stroke. Rafe’s yelps died down and he was breathing faster as Marcus fucked him.
Marcus looked at me and a huge smile broke out on his face. “Ril . . .errrrr . . . Jimmy . . . fuck! This ass is fucking fantastic! It’s tighter than fuck! It’s better than I ever dreamed of!”
I smiled back and said, “Man, just tear it up! Fuck him like he needs to be fucked! I just hope it’s still tight when I get in there!” Marcus laughed, bent over more, and started pounding Rafe’s ass faster. He made little grunts each time Marcus’s cock fucked back in.
I watched Marcus for a few minutes, excited to get my turn at the Venezuelan stud’s hot ass. Suddenly I felt something touch my hand. Looking down, I saw Rafe’s fat dick starting to get hard! It was plumping up quickly and within fifteen seconds, was sticking straight up Rafe’s abs. I looked back at Marcus.
“Dude! Good job! You were right. He DOES like it! You must be punching his spot just right!”
Marcus looked over, grinned even wider, and started really fucking Rafe’s ass hard. “I knew he was into it. It just took a little mota and something special to get him to realize it. Damn, this ass is special. I haven’t fucked an ass as tight as this in a long time.”
Looking at Rafe’s cock made me hornier than I was before. I looked at Rafe’s face and his eyes were open and a blissful look was on his face. I don’t know if it was the mota, the Dulamore, or if he just really liked getting fucked. But now I was going to help him enjoy it even more.
I leaned over and grabbed Rafe’s cock. Goddamn, that fucker was fat! I licked around the head and heard Rafe moan. Looking back at him, I said, “Just returning the favor, man.” Without waiting for a reply, I turned back and licked more and more of his cock. Finally I opened my mouth wide. Little by little, Rafe’s fat cock went into my mouth and at the edge of my throat. I started sucking that heavy piece of meat and heard Rafe continue groaning. His fucking cock was delicious and I could feel his juices really flowing into my mouth. Between his moans from me sucking his cock and his grunts from Marcus fucking his ass, Rafe was on sexual overload. I didn’t want him to cum before I had a chance to fuck him.
Marcus was really throwing a hard fuck into Rafe. He was on overload too but from having his cock up a never-before-touched straight muscle ass. Within a few minutes, he started panting and fucking faster.
“Fuck! Fuck! Jimmy . . . Fuck, I can’t hold on much longer. Oh god. Oh fuck! Fuck, FUUUCK!!”
He was literally pounding Rafe’s ass now and started to shout.
“JODER! MIERDA! ESTOY FOLLANDO TU CULO HETERO, HIJO DE PUTA! COGELO!”
I didn’t know what Marcus was saying but he obviously was about to cum big time. Rafe was grunting louder as Marcus fucked him harder.
“Uhh . . . uhhhhhh . . . mmmmmah . . . shit . . . fuck . . . FUUUUCK . . . TOMATELO PERRAAAAA!!”
Marcus shoved one final time into Rafe’s ass and stopped, his breathing heavy and ragged. He shivered . . . once . . . twice . . . and again. You could tell his cock was unloading one helluva cum flow into Rafe’s well fucked ass. He pulled back suddenly and rammed his cock in again. God only knows how much cum Rafe had in him. But I’m sure it would help ease my cock into that gorgeous muscle ass.
Slowly I let Rafe’s legs go down and Marcus was slumped over slightly. He had really fucked the hell out of Rafe and was worn out. I looked at Rafe and he too was exhausted. His eyes kept opening and closing and I imagine his feelings were a maze of confusion.
Finally Marcus looked at me and smiled weakly. I laughed and said, “Well?”
“Fuck, Jimmy. That ass. That goddamn fucking ass. That fucking amazing ass! I haven’t fucked a tighter ass than that in . . . hell, I don’t know how long. I kept hitting his nut and so I know he liked it. Him getting hard in the middle of the fuck proves that. But that fucker was tight even at the end. It just grabbed my cock and wouldn’t let go.”
I laughed. “That’s good! I’m looking soooo much to my time now that you broke him in.” I looked over at Rafe and then back at Marcus. “So what do you think Rafe is thinking?”
Marcus smirked slightly, looked at Rafe, and said, “I don’t know. Let’s ask him.”
I demurred. “Wait! Let’s ask him after I fuck him.”
Marcus walked me over away from the table. I have to admit, looking at his body was a turn on. He was definitely a good looking guy.
“Riley, let’s give Rafe a break before you fuck him. I think his mind is totally blown right now. In Bateman, he’s pretty adamant that he doesn’t get fucked, even online. And now . . . he just got fucked. So, let’s see if my fucking him managed to get him to start . . . well . . . acknowledging some things about himself.”
I knew Marcus had a point. But I was afraid that Rafe might be so weirded out by his fucking that he’d leave and I’d miss my chance to do it.
“And what if he decides to leave?”
Marcus shrugged his shoulders. “If he leaves, I’m sure we can get him back again. I already made plans for that.”
I looked confused. “Made plans?”
Marcus grinned. “Sure. You think I would risk having Rafe just walk out of here after we fucked him? He can walk out. But his little video will make sure he returns. Whether he wants to or not.”
I looked more confused. “What little video?”
Marcus nodded up to the fire alarm that was over the massage table. “You see that alarm? That’s got a HD camera in it. This entire show was recorded.” He looked back at me smiling. “So IF Rafe decides to leave or do anything we don’t want, I’m sure that little video of him sucking cock and getting fucked will motivate him to think again.”
“Marcus, you are a fucking genius! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t know how you’d take being recorded. I didn’t want you worrying about it. It’s nothing fancy, just a little spy cam. And I just wanted you to fuck and enjoy it!”
I laughed again and said, “Okay, let’s see how our new fuck boy is doing.”
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We walked over to the table. Rafe was starting to move a bit. Marcus and I helped him sit up. Then Marcus said, “C’mon, Rafe, let’s sit you over in this recline chair. It’ll feel better.” He didn’t object and we slowly walked him over to the chair. He sat down in it and we moved his legs out in front of him. It was obvious Rafe was still out of it from the mota, Dulamor, and sex because he didn’t seem to care that he was still nude. Looking at his fucking gorgeous body started making me horny again. I couldn’ wait to get my cock up his tight ass.
Marcus went and got a glass of water for Rafe to drink. He gave it to him and Rafe took a few sips before setting it down. Marcus looked at me and I looked at him. We both had curious looks on our faces, wondering what Rafe was thinking.
Marcus spoke first. “So . . . how was that massage, Rafe? A bit different from the others, eh?”
Rafe was quiet and didn’t respond. After a few moments, he looked at Marcus, then at me, then back to Marcus. He and Marcus locked eyes.
"Hijo de puta eres mi amigo. Por qué hiciste eso?"
"Habla inglés para que Jimmy pueda entender." Marcus looked at me and said, “I told him to speak English so you’d understand too.”
Rafe looked at me, then back to Marcus, shook his head and sighed. “You son of a bitch, you’re my friend. Why did you do that?”
“Rafe, c’mon mano. You know you’ve been curious. You just never had the guts to do it.”
“Bullshit. I’m not gay. I’m a man.”
“Being a man has nothing to do with it. I mean yes, you ARE a man, mano. But you evidently have an interest in other men, too. I always suspected it.”
“Suspected? Fuck that. I don’t act gay. I haven’t been with other men. I have no desire for other men.”
Marcus raised his eyebrows. “Really? You have no desire for sex with another guy?”
Rafe looked angry. “Hell no. I fuck my women. You know that.”
“You have no interest in fucking with . . . Deivi?”
Rafe didn’t speak a moment. Then, in a slightly lower voice, said, “Where you get shit like that? Deivi is my cousin. My primo. He and I like . . . brothers. We just work out, get drunk, and fuck women together. Lots of guys do.” His voice got louder. “What the fuck kind of weird shit would it be me wanting my own cousin.”
Marcus glanced at me a minute and then back to Rafe.
“Rafe, a friend of mine was on the Bateman cam site and told me he was in your room.”
“So?”
“He said that you were smoking a lot of mota one night. And you told him that some of your friends thought Deivi was hot. And that they wanted to fuck him.”
Rafe snorted. “Yeah, those guys are maricons but won’t admit it. Sure, they want Deivi. So what?”
“My friend said that you said your friends thought Deivi was hot and they wanted to fuck him.” Marcus paused a moment, and then said, “And that you said you thought he was hot and wanted to fuck him too.”
Rafe shook his head. “I don’t give a fuck what your friend said. You know Deivi. He’s straight. And he hates gays. He’d kill a maricon before he’d let him touch him or get anywhere near him.”
Marcus grinned and said, “Yeah, I know that. Just as well as you do. But I have a question for you.”
“What?”
“If I could show you a way that you could get Deivi . . . and fuck him . . . would you do it?”
Rafe flinched and looked shocked. He didn’t say anything for a moment. Marcus looked back at me grinning and back to Rafe.
“Would you?”
Rafe was still quiet but the look on his face was one of . . . curiosity.
Marcus kept grinning at Rafe and said, “Deivi is one fucking sexy man. You know it. Everybody knows it. And everybody wants him. He’s got a body to die for. And an ass that needs fucking.”
He paused. “So if I could show you how you could get Deivi and fuck him . . . and after that fuck him any time you wanted . . . would you be interested?”
“I told you, Deivi is not going to . . . “
“Yeah, I know . . . but if I show you how you COULD fuck his ass . . . are you interested?”
Rafe kept looking at Marcus. He put his hands on his legs and slowly ran them back and forth.
“Are you serious? You know a way a guy like Deivi would let a guy fuck him?”
Marcus laughed. “I’m completely serious. After all, you’re straight. And you let me fuck you. So yeah, we know a way that you can fuck Deivi. We just need to know if you’ll help us get him.”
Rafe kept looking at me, then looking at Marcus. Then he’d look down in his lap, rubbing his legs. This went on for several minutes. The longer it went on, the more I got excited.
Rafe was actually thinking about it.
Finally, Rafe looked at Marcus and said, “What would I have to do?”
Marcus laughed again and looked at me. Then he looked back to Rafe. “Well first you need to help me convince Jimmy here to help us. We can’t do this without him.”
Rafe gave a weak smile. “How do I convince him?”
“It’s very simple. Just let him fuck you. After that, I’m sure he’ll agree.”
Rafe rolled his eyes, looked down, and said, “Shit. No way.”
“That’s fine, Rafe,” Marcus purred. “But . . . no Deivi fuck for you.” He leaned down closer to Rafe. “Just think about Deivi’s body. And that ass. That tight, tight, tight ass. That you could finally get into. And not just fantasize about.” Marcus paused a moment. “And that you could fuck again. And again. Anytime you wanted. And he’d let you.”
Rafe’s kept looking down as Marcus spoke. Finally, he looked back at me, gave a quiet smile, and said, “You think you can fuck as good as Marc?”
I laughed and said, “I don’t know. But I’ll fucking well give it my best try.”
After a few anxious moments, Rafe stood up, dropped his towel, and slowly walked nude back over to the table. I looked over at Marcus, grinned, and said, “Looks like the best is yet to come.”
Marcus just laughed and said, “Absolutely. And Deivi will definitely be . . . the best.”
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End of Chapter Seven, Part 1
