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 2
Yes, it’s true. Very true.
A straight guy’s ass is so hot to fuck! Knowing that no one has likely ever entered it before. Knowing that they’ve never experienced what it’s like to get their p-spot hit by a cock that massages it over and over and over. Knowing that they’ll never have the same attitude about sex with another man. It’s a physical and emotional high that is hard to come down from. It’s why I have this insatiable need to have straight men. Have them one way . . . or another.
And it’s why Rafe got fucked. By Marcus. And by me.
Now it was time to meet an even greater challenge. To get the straight . . . homophobic . . . massively muscular . . . tight, tight ass . . . of Rafe’s cousin, Deivi.
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“Fuck Marcus, that was amazing! I never thought Rafe would be as good a fuck as he was.”
We were in Marcus’s bedroom, lying on the bed. While I had left Rafe on the massage table, I saw Marcus lean over and say something to him before he entered the bedroom.
Marcus smiled. “Definitely, Riley. Tonight was perfect. And the Dulamor . . . it worked like before! Hell, Rafe’s cock was still hard after you fucked him. He was actually stroking it when I left.”
“What did you say to him before you came in here? Do we need to make sure he’s okay?”
Marcus sat up and laughed. “No, he’s okay. He’ll be there when we go back.”
“You sure?”
“Of course. I told him that we’d be back and talk with him about Deivi. I can practically guarantee you he’ll still be there!”
I laughed, knowing that with all that fucking of Rafe, we had cracked him open enough to get him to admit he wanted his cousin. And Rafe wanting Deivi meant that Marcus and I would get him too. And be the first to get our cocks in that virgin Venezuelan ass that Marcus said was the tightest in Medellin.
We did a quick wash, got dressed, and went back out to Marcus’s living room. Rafe was lying back in the recline chair, his eyes closed. He had put his shorts back on but was still shirtless. I could feel my cock start to fill, just from looking at the stud. Marcus went over and pulled out some more mota from his regular stache, asking me if I wanted some. I declined and he took just enough for him and Rafe.
They sat and smoked for several minutes, while I watched them. No words. No action. Just . . . inhaling and exhaling. This part of the room was getting smokier each time they exhaled and I was feeling a little heady. I went over to a window and raised it a little, the smoke clearing quickly once it was open. I still had my back to them, when I heard Marcus speak.
“Some good shit, eh mano?”
Rafe didn’t respond immediately and continued sucking on his joint. Finally, he said, “Joder, esta mierda me está poniendo cachondo”. Marcus laughed and said, “It’s making you horny again? Sounds like you need to fuck your girlfriend right now.” Rafe coughed and laughed a little. “Or maybe you need to . . . fuck Deivi.”
Rafe’s eyes were glassy and he looked carefully at Marcus. “Deivi. That motherfucker. He needs to get fucked.” I raised my eyebrows and looked at Marcus. He was looking back at me with a curious look on his face.
“Why do you say that, Rafe? You said you and he are close. Like brothers.”
“Hermanos mi culo! Ese cabrón ha estado coqueteando con Anna. Cree que no me doy cuenta, pero sí lo hago.”
Marcus laughed a little and looked at me again. “He’s pissed and said that Deivi has been flirting with his girlfriend, Anna.”
I grinned and looked at Rafe. “Man, that’s wrong. Why you let him do that?”
Rafe looked over at me and said, “Why I let him do that?” He paused and sighed. “I shouldn’t. But he’s my cousin. He not a bad guy most of the time. And . . . “ Rafe paused again.
“And . . . ?”
Rafe paused longer. A little lopsided smile appeared on his face. Finally, he said, “And . . . he’s sexy. I like to look at him.” Rafe’s smile disappeared. “He thinks I don’t know what he’s doing. But . . . I know. I’m not stupid.”
Marcus moved over closer to Rafe. “Do you think Anna likes him?” Rafe shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I don’t know if she likes him. But she probably likes his body.”
“How do you know that?” Marcus asked.
Rafe took another hit of the mota, blew out another cloud of smoke, and said. “Porque puedes ver la forma en que ella lo mira. Y a él le gusta exhibirse y presumir delante de ella”.
Marcus looked back at me. “He thinks it’s because of the way she looks at him. That Deivi likes to flex and show off for her.” Marcus looked back at Rafe. “Do you like to watch Deivi when he does that for her?”
Rafe hesitated a moment and then started laughing. “Fuck yeah. I told you, he’s a sexy fucker. We both are. So yeah, I like to watch him.” Suddenly, an angry glint appeared on Rafe’s face. But what I’d really like to do is make him suck my cock. Teach him to not disrespect me or my woman.” His face softened after a moment and then a more lustful glint appeared. “And after he’s sucked my cock, maybe I’d strip him down and fuck the shit out of him.” He paused for a moment, and then said, “See if his ass is as good as it looks.”
I could hear Rafe breathing heavier now. It was obvious that both anger and lust were driving his attitude towards his cousin.
Marcus looked at me smiling. I smiled back at him and nodded. He looked back at Rafe and said, “So Rafe, I told you that we can help you get Deivi. But we need your help to do that. Are you down for that?”
Rafe looked at Marcus for quite awhile. Then he looked over at me, and licked his lips slightly. Finally, he looked back at Marcus, that same look of lust on his face, and in a low voice said, "Joder si. Mientras pueda obligarlo a que me la chupe y pueda follarle el culo, darle una lección".
Marcus looked at me with a hard smile and said, “He said fuck yeah! He wants to make Deivi suck his cock and then fuck his ass. To teach him a lesson.”
I smiled at Marcus and stuck my fist out. “Then here’s to teaching Deivi a lesson.” Marcus laughed and bumped my fist. Rafe looked at me, bumped my fist, and said, “Una GRAN lección . . . A BIG lesson.”
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Three days later, I met Marcus again at his house. We were waiting for a call from Rafe. Marcus, Rafe, and myself had made a plan where Rafe and his girlfriend Anna would take Deivi out to dinner. With lots of tequila and beer to get him drunk. Not falling over drunk, but enough to make him a little loose and feeling good. Then, Rafe, Anna, and Deivi would come over to “his friend Marcus’s house” for “some more drinks”. And once all three were there, the fun could begin.
Marcus had the tequila and beer out and my job was to fix up Marcus’s bedroom. Because it was going to get a lot of use tonight. Not just for sex . . . but as a video studio too. With Deivi as the star.
Marcus walked into the bedroom and looked around. “Looks good, Riley. Where’d you put the cameras?”
I showed Marcus the two side cameras and the front camera. They were well hidden but close enough to get good shots. Plus they were designed for very low light areas. Marcus was originally going to just use his phone. But I convinced him that better quality cameras, carefully hidden, would be better. Especially if he managed to eventually get Deivi’s gym friends. I paid for the cameras but knew it would be well worth it if Marcus could keep me well supplied with raw footage of his conquests.
Marcus nodded and smiled at me. “I can’t fucking believe this is going to happen. I want to get Deivi on video and start him on his journey . . . of making me lots of money.” His grin turned into a lustful smirk. “But I’m most excited about getting in that hellaciously fine, tight ass. Rafe was tight as hell . . . but Deivi . . . Deivi is going to take a lot of fucking to loosen his ass. And turn it into a cunt just right for fucking by all the maricons.”
I grinned back at Marcus. “Yeah, I’m stoked big time. And remember . . . I get him first.”
Marcus waved his hand at me. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He chuckled. “Just hurry and let me get in that sweet hole as quick as you can.”
I laughed. “Patience, Marcus. Lots of possibilities here. Don’t fuck it up by getting too horny, too soon.”
Marcus laughed and started to say something, when his phone rang. He went into the living room to answer it, with me right behind him.
He answered the phone. “Bueno.” He listened intently for a few moments and then smiled. "Bien. Bien. Todo está listo aquí. Vamos." He hung up, a huge smile on his face.
“Rafe said they’re on the way here. And that Deivi was fairly wasted.” He shook his head. “But the good thing is Deivi’s been flirting with Anna again. And that makes Rafe even more determined to go through with this.” Marcus laughed and said, “You just watch what goes on because we’ll be mostly talking in Spanish. But you’ll know when it’s time. Okay?”
“Okay. You sure I’ll know?”
Marcus laughed again. “Trust me, you’ll know. You let Rafe and me set things up. I don’t want to scare Deivi off.”
I nodded, went to one of the chairs in the living room. And waited.
Another 20 minutes went by and we heard a loud noise outside. Marcus looked out the window for a few seconds, then looked at me and grinned. “They’re all pretty wasted. You can tell by how loud they’re talking. But Rafe and Anna have their arms around Deivi’s waist, so that is a good sign.” He raised his eyebrows. “So here we go!”
Marcus opened the door and greeted them. Rafe walked in first, followed by Anna. A few seconds later, Deivi came in, and stood there while Rafe introduced Anna to Marcus.
Anna was a good looking girl. She was in her mid-twenties, with dark hair and eyes. Her skin was a very light shade of brown. She was an attractive woman, with large breasts that were firm, but jiggled slightly when she shook hands with Marcus. I could understand why both Rafe and Deivi were hot for her. Anna had a sensual aura about her that could charm most any guy. If Deivi was trying to hit on her in front of Rafe, she had obviously charmed him enough to be willing to risk his cousin’s anger.
After shaking hands with Marcus, Anna moved to the side and Rafe introduced Deivi to Marcus.
Deivi was everything I thought he’d be. And more. He was as handsome in person as in his online Bateman room, and had the same dark hair and eyes. He was not as tall as I assumed he’d be, maybe 178 cm or 5’ 10”.
But his body was even more amazing in person than what I saw online. He was wearing a tight polo shirt, molded to his body, highlighting every muscle and curve. His shoulders were wide, with traps that swoll up like little hills. His delts were large and round, while his biceps and triceps flexed as he dapped Marcus’s fist. But his chest . . . his chest was a work of art. Both his upper and lower pecs were huge, leaving his large nipples centered, their tips erect. Below his pecs, the shirt formed around each of his abs, showcasing their size.
His legs were just as delicious, with his jeans framing his huge calves and thighs. A very pronounced bulge was seen to the left. From its position, it looked as if his cock had been erect earlier. I was almost drooling, desperately wanting to see his ass. But, good boy that I was, I sat there with my rum & Coke and watched the introductions take place.
Marcus talked with them a little while longer and then brought them over to where I sat. I stood up and he said, "Éste es mi amigo Jimmy de Estados Unidos. Está aprendiendo a hacer masajes terapéuticos". They nodded, smiled at me, and said, “Hola”. Looking at me, Marcus said, “I told them you were from America and were here learning how to do massage therapy.”
While Rafe and Anna were smiling, I noticed that Deivi had a curious look on his face. I was wondering what he was thinking. Marcus continued with the introduction.
“Jimmy, this is Rafe . . .”
“Hola, Rafe.” I shook his hand.
“And this is Anna . . .”
“Hola, Anna.” I shook her hand.
“And this is Deivi.”
“Hola, Deivi.” I reached out to shake his hand but he delayed a few moments. Finally, he smiled slightly and shook my hand. His grip was firm and I watched his biceps and pecs flex as he shook my hand.
Marcus reached his arm out, encouraging them to sit down. Rafe sat down in the recline chair and Anna and Deivi sat on the love seat next to it. I was surprised that Rafe let Anna sit with Deivi, rather than with him, since he was mad that Deivi was flirting with her.
I sat there drinking, while Marcus gave Rafe, Anna, and Deivi their drinks. I listened while they started talking, laughing, and drinking. I didn’t understand a thing they were saying but that was fine. It gave me the chance to watch Deivi. He was drinking and being a little more boisterous than the others. Plus, I noticed that when Marcus and Rafe were talking to each other, Deivi was looking at Anna. In fact, after a few minutes, I saw his right hand, slowly and carefully, start to rub against her leg.
Anna turned and looked at Deivi, a big smile on her face. She looked over at me, but my eyes darted over to Marcus. Deivi was now grinning and started bouncing his pecs. Anna raised her eyebrows and started smiling harder. It was obvious that Deivi was hitting on her . . . and that she was responding to it. “What a bitch” I thought, “letting another guy hit on her in front of her boyfriend.” But I thought even more negatively about Deivi. He was Rafe’s family, loved and trusted by him. And he was hitting on Rafe’s woman. I didn’t blame Rafe one bit for wanting to get back at Deivi.
I looked over at Rafe and noticed that, while Marcus was talking to everybody, he was subtly watching Deivi and Anna. So he obviously knew what was going on. And we both noticed that Anna was slowly moving her hand against Deivi's leg. You could see her fingers move slightly as she tried to inconspicuously rub his leg. I don’t know if Rafe saw it, but I definitely could. In fact, it was more obvious when you could see Deivi’s cock start to swell.
While Anna was trying to cop a feel of Deivi, I looked over at Marcus. He was smiling and his head moved slightly, indicating he too was watching both of them. After a few moments, he offered them more drinks.
"Quién quiere otro? Rafe?" Rafe smiled and nodded.
Marcus nodded. “Anna? Deivi?” Both of them nodded and said, “Si, gracias.”
“Jimmy?”
I smiled at him. “No, I’m fine.”
Marcus went over to the table where the tequila was sitting and Rafe just sat back in his chair. I chuckled silently, realizing that Rafe and Marcus were starting to move things along.
After a few minutes, Marcus returned, poured fresh drinks for everyone, and then sat down and started talking to Rafe, while Anna and Deivi watched them. I sat there looking around, as if I wasn’t paying attention to anyone.
After a minute of watching, Anna started rubbing Deivi’s leg again, while he just sat back and smiled. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Deivi moving his leg closer to Anna, and it was obvious his cock was swelling again. This kept going on for several minutes, with everybody except Deivi acting as if nothing was going on. Suddenly, everyone heard a ding. A phone notification had gone off. Anna pulled out her phone and looked at the message. She hesitated a moment, then stood up and said, "Disculpe, vuelvo enseguida" and walked out the front door. After Anna had been gone a few minutes, I looked over at Marcus and Rafe. Marcus’s lips were twitching and I could tell he was trying to keep from smiling or laughing.
“So Marcus, is all going good with you?”
Marcus winked and said, “Yes. All is going . . . as it should be.” I nodded and Marcus winked at me again. I knew Anna’s “message” had to be something he arranged for.
Anna came back in from outside. "Tengo que irme. Joanna está en problemas y necesita hablar conmigo". Deivi was looking at Anna, and Rafe said, “Está bien. Necesitas que te lleve?” Anna shook her head. “No, ella se va a encontrar conmigo en El Hondo y hablaremos allí. Tú quédate y lleva a Deivi a casa.” Rafe nodded.
I looked at Marcus and he said, “Anna’s friend, Joanna, has a problem and needs to talk with her. Rafe offered to take her to Joanna’s but she is meeting her at the bar El Hondo.” Anna nodded as Marcus continued to explain. “She told Rafe to take Deivi home.”
Rafe stood up and walked with Anna over to the door. Deivi was watching Anna leave and Marcus walked over to him. “Some more tequila, Deivi? Or beer? I’ve got some primo mota too. LOTS of mota. Nice and chill.” Deivi kept looking at Anna as she and Rafe walked out the door. He looked as if he was about to stand up and Marcus said, "Yo también tengo buen porno, hombre. Porno de primera, de primera!" I waited and Marcus looked over at me. “You too, Jimmy. I told Deivi I’ve got lots of mota and good porn. You in?”
I smiled. “Sure. Sounds good.”
Rafe had walked back in and heard Marcus, saying, “Sure, Deivi and I are both in. We going to chill and watch the bitches.”
All three of us looked at Deivi. Even though he was somewhat wasted, he still had a blank look on his face. I’m sure he was trying to decide whether to be watching porn with guys he didn’t know. He stood up, looking at Rafe.
Rafe walked over to him, gave him a hug around the shoulders and said, "Vamos, primo! Estoy aquí. Dónde más vamos a conseguir alcohol y mota gratis? Relájate, primo!" Deivi kept looking at Rafe. After a few moments, he smiled.
"Tienes razón, prima. Comencemos a sentirnos bien!"
Rafe hugged him again and said, “Let’s get some of that tequila. That shits smooth.” He started walking Deivi over to the table where the bottles were.
I walked slowly over to Marcus. “What the fuck did he tell him?”
Marcus kept looking at the cousins and quietly said, “Rafe told him to chill out and relax, that they needed to keep drinking the free booze. I thought Deivi was going to freeze up but Rafe being here convinced him. He told Rafe that he was right and that they needed to start feeling good.”
I laughed and said, “Good, good. And it won’t be long before Deivi will be feeling real good.” Marcus nodded. “But I think we’re going to be feeling a lot better once we’ve had Deivi.”
Marcus looked over at me and laughed. “Fuck yeah. So watch while Rafe and I get Deivi even more loose . . . and more hot. You’ll know when to get in on it.” I nodded and we winked at each other.
Rafe and Deivi came back, drinks in hand, and talking loudly. Well Deivi was talking loud, while Rafe was more laid back. Marcus went to where his mota stash was, pulled out a couple of joints, and lit one up. Both Rafe and Deivi also took a joint and lit them up as well.
I sat down, slowly sipping my drink and listening to them talk. It was all in Spanish and I had no idea what they were saying. But one thing was for sure. I watched Deivi carefully. He was drinking. And drinking. And smoking. Marcus went to get him another drink, came back, and handed it to Deivi. Deivi nodded at him and Marcus looked at me and gave me a wink. Which meant that Marcus had put the Dulamor in Deivi’s drink. More and more, he was starting to loosen up, while Rafe sat on one side of him and Marcus on the other. Deivi finished his drink and started to get up and get another one. But Rafe pushed him back, took his glass, and refilled it for him. I saw him nod at Marcus and I knew that more of the Dulamor was in the drink. Before long, Deivi was going to be feeling the effects of it.
Thirty minutes later, they were all laughing loudly, and slapping each other. I noticed that when Marcus would slap Deivi’s shoulder, his hand would linger a minute. Either Deivi didn’t notice or didn’t care. Because he just kept talking and laughing. I also noticed that his movements were getting more uncoordinated and he would sway slightly at times. I could hear more slurring in his words and knew that he was definitely loose.
Marcus looked at me and said, “Jimmy, how about some porn? You ready?” My cock had been hard so long, I was ready for some porn. But real porn that involved Deivi.
“Sure, bring it on.”
Marcus looked over at Rafe and Deivi. “Porno?” Rafe said, “Hell yeah.” Deivi was smiling broadly and said, "Fuck yeah. Necesitan esto". And grabbed his cock, which was getting bigger by the minute. “Bring ‘em on.” It was the first time I’d heard Deivi speak English and his voice, though not as deep as Marcus or Rafe, sent sparks through me.
Marcus laughed and said, “Sure, we’ll bring those bitches on. And we’ll see if Deivi is man enough to fuck them.” Deivi laughed loudly. “I fuck. They love it.”
Marcus put on the porn and sat in the chair next to Deivi. Rafe was on the other side of the love seat, leaned back behind Deivi, and nodded at Marcus. Deivi was staring intently at the TV, slowly massaging his cock. He was starting to sway a little more. He leaned over towards Marcus and Marcus put his hands on Deivi’s shoulder and arm to steady him.
“Careful, man,” Marcus said. “Just watch those bitches.” Deivi nodded slightly and Marcus kept his hands on him, as if to steady him. Rafe was watching the porn but would glance over at Deivi from time to time. I just sat there with my cock hard, aching to get my hands on Deivi.
I looked over at Marcus and noticed he was slowly rubbing Deivi’s shoulder and bicep. Deivi kept pulling his shoulder away. But each time he did, he would start to sway back and Marcus would put his hands back on his shoulder and bicep again. Deivi’s eyes were on the TV and his cock was now hard. Every so often, he’d close his eyes and take a deep breath.
“Shit, those hoes are hot,” Rafe said, slowly edging closer to Deivi on the love seat. As he moved closer, Marcus got up and went, I thought, to get another drink. Instead, he got behind the love seat, gently putting his hands on Deivi’s shoulders and lightly massaging them. Deivi shrugged, and kept telling him to stop. "Deja de hacer eso, hombre." His voice was slurring more now and Marcus quit massaging them. But he left his hands on his shoulders. Evidently Deivi was getting nervous with Marcus touching him and I wondered if the Dulamor would really work on him.
Rafe was so close, his leg was touching Deivi’s leg. Deivi kept slowly stroking his hard cock, closing and opening his eyes. As his stroking slowed down, Marcus began massaging his shoulders again. The sex taking place on the TV was getting more intense now and Deivi was just watching, his hands on his hard cock, while his shoulders were being rubbed and Rafe’s leg was pressed up against him. Rafe looked back at Marcus, who nodded, and then turned back to Deivi. Slowly . . . carefully . . . he reached over and put his hands on top of Deivi’s hands. Deivi took a deep breath and his eyes blinked a few times. Marcus carefully moved his hands lower and started to rub the top of Deivi’s huge pecs, as the video continued to play. Sounds of women sucking and slurping cock were heard, along with groans of the men enjoying having their cock in a warm, wet mouth.
Rafe kept his hands on top of Deivi’s hand, which were still covering his big cock. After a moment, he started squeezing Deivi’s hands, and said “Primo, look at that. Fuck, I wish Anna was here right now to suck me off. She can take my cock so deep.” Deivi just watched the porn as the women were blowing the men. Marcus was rubbing his pecs a little stronger now. He bent over close to Deivi’s ear and said, “Feel good, hombre?” Deivi didn’t answer but leaned his head back against the seat, breathing deep, and closing and opening his eyes. The nipples on his chest were tight little bullets poking through his shirt, as the booze, pot, and Dulamor combined to do their work.
Rafe kept squeezing Deivi’s hands covered cock, while Marcus started squeezing more of his huge chest. After a few minutes of this, Rafe slowly moved Deivi’s hands to his side, his cock bulge now throbbing inside the tight pants. Rafe took a final look at Deivi’s face and then slowly . . . warily . . . put his hand on Deivi’s cock bulge.
And squeezed.
Deivi’s eyes closed quickly and he groaned. Rafe squeezed it again and Deivi groaned more and began to move around, trying to avoid Rafe’s hand. But Rafe kept his hand on the huge cock and after a few moments, started to stroke it. Which was hard to do in Deivi’s tight pants. I was leaning forward in my chair, my cock hard as steel, watching Marcus and Rafe fondle Deivi. Given how homophobic Deivi was, I thought he’d resist more. But the Dulamor was doing its job, lowering his defenses and making his body crave to be touched. Marcus looked over at me, smiled, and nodded. It was time for me to join and help guide Deivi further and further along the road to his fate. With Rafe, Marcus, and me as his guides.
I got up and walked over to Deivi. His body was jumping and shaking as Marcus and Rafe worked his chest and cock. As I got closer to him, I heard him murmuring “Basta . . . dejar . . . basta, basta.” He was telling Marcus and Rafe to stop. Marcus leaned back down to Deivi’s ear and said, “Relax, Deivi. It feels good, yes?”
“No . . . basta . . . basta.”
“Oh yes, it does feel good, Deivi. You know it does. Look how hard you are.” He nodded at Rafe, who stroked Deivi’s cock harder. “You have a man’s cock. A real man’s cock. And you need that cock sucked, don’t you? You like your bitches to suck that salchicha. And your man cock to fuck their pussies.”
As Marcus talked, he was grabbing more of Deivi’s huge pecs, squeezing them, and twisting his nipples, causing Deivi to thrust his chest out and groan even more. He even licked Deivi’s ear as he spoke. “You’re all man, Deivi. We just making you feel good. Your cock needs to go in a warm, wet, tight mouth. Or pussy. Doesn’t it?” He grinned and licked Deivi’s ear again, causing Deivi to squirm.
As Rafe stroked Deivi’s cock, his hand motioned to me to undo Deivi’s jeans. I unbuckled his belt, popped open the button, and pulled the zipper down. It was hard just pulling the zipper down because the pants were so tight. I finally got it done and Rafe and I pulled on the flaps, a flash of white showing as they separated. Rafe quickly reached inside and started tugging and pulling on Deivi’s cock through his underwear. Deivi was still trying to struggle but was too high and hard to do anything. As we opened up his jeans, Marcus reached down and started pulling up his polo shirt. Given Deivi’s muscular body, it was hard to do, but Marcus was like a man starving for food. He tugged and tugged . . . and suddenly, Deivi’s pecs popped out. I heard Marcus laugh and say, “Oh yeah baby . . . come let Daddy suck on those.”
Deivi’s pecs were humongous. At least 127 cm or 50 in. He obviously spent a lot of time on them in the gym and they were perfectly shaped. His nipples were large and fatter than Rafe’s. And suckable. Very, very suckable. At least Marcus thought they were, as he leaned over Deivi, sucked his right nipple in his mouth and started slurping on it. Deivi moaned loudly as his nipple and surrounding pec went into Marcus’s mouth. And Marcus was sucking hard! Real hard. Like he was trying to get milk from it. Deivi moaned and fidgeted, grabbing the back of Marcus’s head. I thought at first he was trying to pull Marcus off his chest. But Deivi’s hands were open and he was pushing Marcus harder into his chest. I licked my lips, looking forward to getting Deivi’s chest as well.
Between the porn playing on the TV, Rafe trying to get Deivi’s cock out of his underwear, and Marcus sucking on Deivi’s chest, the whole scene was chaotic. It was like lions attacking a lamb, albeit a pretty big lamb. I pulled back and stood up.
“Guys! Wait. Stop a minute.” Rafe looked over at me but Marcus kept sucking like a nursing baby on mama’s tit.
“Marcus. Stop.”
Finally he pulled up and looked at me as well. Deivi was sitting in the chair, limp, his shirt pulled up, his jeans opened. Our prey. A prey that wasn’t devoured yet.
“Let’s do this right. Let’s get him in the bedroom. Then we’ll have all the time in the world to do . . . whatever.”
I looked at Rafe carefully and he had a quizzical look. Suddenly, his eyebrows went up and he gave a faint smirk. “Yeah, let’s do that. More room in there to . . . take care of business.” Marcus looked at Rafe, then me, and smiled. “Okay. Sure.”
I laughed. “Give me a second” and walked to Marcus’s bedroom. I activated the cameras and after a minute or so, I came back out.
“C’mon, it’s all ready.”
Marcus and Rafe pulled Deivi out of the chair and put his arms over their shoulders. It was a struggle because Deivi was so muscular and heavy. I followed them to Marcus’s bedroom and slipped inside as they got to the door. “Let’s get him ready for his night of fun.” Marcus and Rafe looked at each other and laughed.
Deivi was barely moving and was muttering quietly. I couldn’t understand anything he said and evidently Marcus and Rafe couldn’t either. Or else they didn’t care.
“Riley, come here and get his shirt off while we hold him,” Marcus said.
I went behind Deivi to lift his shirt off. Marcus had bunched it up earlier when he was pulling it up Deivi’s chest. I worked to get the folds out and it was hard, given that it was so skintight. I finally got them out, maneuvered my hands inside the shirt, and started pushing it up from both the front and back. Little by little, it came up. Rafe and Marcus pulled up Deivi’s arms and helped pull it off. All that was left now was his socks, shoes, jeans, and underwear. And then that fucking amazing body was ours. All ours.
I moved around in front of Deivi and got his shoes and socks off, tossing them to the side. Deivi’s jeans were already open and I started pulling down the sides. Like his shirt, his jeans were were tight, so it was slow going. As I finally managed to pull the jeans down to the top of his legs, I got a shock. He was wearing tighty whities! Yes, they were CK branded but not briefs, or trunks, or a thong. But tighty whities! Well actually, being CK branded, they were black and not white. But otherwise they had the Y-front, the cut, and only came to the top of his hips. They were tight and snug though. And looked fucking fantastic on Deivi.
I pulled and skinned his jeans down until they were at his feet. Then off they came. And Deivi was just standing there . . . sweaty . . . muscular . . . a lolling head . . . but stripped and ready for . . . action.
Deivi’s body was mostly smooth. Like many bodybuilders, he shaved. There was no hair in his armpits and you could tell where he shaved the few hairs around his nipples and his treasure trail. There was a smattering of hair on his lower legs, but other than that, nothing. Of course, I hadn’t taken his undies off yet, and had not seen his crotch, nor seen his ass.
I was surprised to find a large tattoo on Deivi’s left side. It was an intricate design of the crucifixion of Jesus, with the Virgin Mary praying to Jesus on the cross, along with soldiers and others watching. The tat was completely on his side and ran from the top of his hip to just below his left pec. I was amused by it, as I didn’t think Deivi was the type to be religious. Maybe he had it done to protect him from vile sinners who would do him harm. If that was the case, the protection wasn’t going to work very well tonight.
I reached out and slowly ran my fingers down his chest. Deivi shivered as my fingers eroticaly touched his chest and moved down to his nipples. I licked my finger tips and ran them slowly around his nipples, rubbing over the tip and pulling on them. Everytime I’d stroke or rub, Deivi would shiver more and jerk back slightly. The Dulamor was well worth the money I paid for it as Deivi could hardly stand anyone touching his body. My fingers continued down his chest to his abs, lightly tracing each ripped muscle as they descended downward. Looking up, I leaned forward and, like Marcus, took his left nipple in my mouth, sucking and gently biting it. The pec was hard and the nipple fat enough to suck on easily. Deivi groaned out loud and I heard Marcus and Rafe laugh. The more I sucked, the more he groaned. Evidently he liked it, because he started shoving his chest more and harder into my mouth. Deivi may have been a homophobe, but he seemed to like his body being serviced, even if it was a man doing it.
I pulled off Deivi’s nipple and looked at his cock. It was hard, pointing left, and you could see it pulsing through his underwear. I grinned at Marcus and Rafe.
“I told you Jorge’s shit would work on him,” Marcus said.
“I never doubted it after Rafe.”
Rafe’s grin disappeared and he turned red.
“Don’t get upset, Rafe. You’re just a natural born slut,” Marcus grinned. Rafe looked at Marcus with an angry glare. I heard him quietly say, "Ya verás, cabrón," meaning “just you wait, motherfucker” and realized he was still pissed at Marcus. Good, I thought. Good. Everything was still in play.
I walked behind Deivi and his magnificent ass not only filled out the tighty whities, or blackies, but were so big, the undies pulled up, showing part of his muscular cheeks. I licked my lips and pulled them down over his ass.
My god. Deivi’s ass was all that I dreamed of. And more. It was smooth as hell, full, like two ripe melons. Bubble butt doesn’t do justice to how gorgeous . . . and fuckable . . . his ass really was. I knelt down, until my face was directly across from those luscious muscles, put my hands on them and pulled them apart. They were so big, I had to pull them far apart until I saw what me, Marcus, and Rafe wanted. Deivi’s asshole.
Deivi’s crack was hairless and there was no hair around his hole. It was a tight little knot, pink and brown in color. I ran my finger lightly over it and got a little lightheaded. When I touched it, Deivi’s ass shook and he groaned loudly. He started muttering again but I didn’t care what he said. I felt my cock bone up even harder, as if to tell me to hurry up and get inside. Still feeling heady, I kept pulling his ass cheeks apart, leaned forward and slowly swiped my tongue over his hole. Deivi jerked forward and shouted, “Ughhhh!”
I kept pulling on his ripe melons and swiped my tongue more and more on his hole. I pulled back and looked and it was spasming, opening and closing. I leaned back in, my tongue tight and solid, trying to get the hole to open up and let it in. Deivi was struggling and Marcus and Rafe were having a hard time holding him.
Marcus whined. “Fuck Riley, let’s get him on the bed and get this going. This fucker’s heavy.”
Reluctantly, I stopped and pulled his undies back up. Marcus looked at me and said, “How do you want him? On his ass or on his stomach?”
I laughed and said, “On his ass. I want to devour that chest and cock first.” Marcus and Rafe pulled Deivi over to the bed and Rafe laid him on it face down. Marcus leaned over to pull Deivi onto his back and Rafe looked at me. I nodded slightly.
Marcus looked at me and said, “Okay, he’s all yours.” He smiled and continued, “But let’s have a drink to celebrate breaking in our newest money making pussy boy.” Rafe and I nodded and Marcus went out to get the drinks. Rafe followed him. I double checked the cameras to make sure they were operating, while Deivi moaned in the bed. After a few minutes, Rafe and Marcus came back in and Marcus handed me my drink. “Here’s to fucking, making money, and getting what we always wanted!” he said. We all clinked our glasses and drank. I watched Marcus and Rafe drink theirs and smile. After a few swallows, I set my glass down and walked over to the bed, taking off my shirt and looking at the hottest stud in Medellin.
Marcus said, “Hey Riley, would you go get the oil? We may want to use it.” I laughed, “Sure. That’s a good idea.” I walked into the living room, got the oil, and saw the bedroom door close. I walked back over and found it locked.
I knocked on the door. “Hey guys, the door’s locked.” I didn’t hear anything for several moments and knocked again, harder. “Marcus . . . Rafe . . . let me in.” No answer. Now I was pissed and banged on the door. “Hey fuckheads, let me in. I’m going first.” After I said that, I heard my phone ringing. I grabbed it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was Marcus. I answered.
“Dude, what the fuck? Open the door!”
I heard Marcus laugh. “Sorry Riley. I know you thought you were going first, but that ain’t gonna happen. I’m the one who planned all this. I’m the one who got the Dulamor. I’m the first one who fucked Rafe. So I’m the one who is fucking Deivi first and taking his straight ass. He’s all mine. And then Rafe’s. And if you don’t act the fool, you can have the leftovers.”
I was so livid I slammed on the door. “You motherfucker! You think you can just pull this shit and nothing will happen?”
Marcus laughed again. “I AM pulling this shit . . . and nothing WILL happen. If you try anything, my friends will take care of you before you get to the airport. And nobody will give a fuck about it.”
I paused and waited a few moments. “Oh yeah? If you so big and brave, open this fucking door and I’ll kick your ass!”
“You think you can do it?” Marcus snarled.
“Yeah. Or . . . maybe something will happen that you didn’t count on. Either way, your ass is going down. I told you not to fuck me over.”
“Okay, gringo.” Marcus yelled into the phone. “Let’s see if you can kick my ass.”
I waited a moment and the door opened suddenly. Marcus walked out, phone in hand. He tossed it over on a chair and walked slowly towards me. I backed up slowly as well.
“So c’mon. C’mon and kick my ass, Riley. Fucking piece of American shit. Always think your money can buy you anything. Well in this case, it didn’t get you what you wanted. You wanted to fuck Rafe first but got seconds. You wanted to fuck Deivi first and will get thirds. So your fucking money didn’t get you everything you wanted, did it asshole?” Marcus was breathing heavily. “Oh and just to make sure this all went down, your drink had Dulamor in it. So you’re going to be getting real loose and feeling real good, anytime now. Then I’m going to fuck you! And that’s just a bonus for me.”
I stopped backing up, folded my arms, and smiled at Marcus. “Oh, I don’t know, Marcus. I think my fucking money is getting me more than you thought it would. And yeah, I’m feeling pretty good right now. Because I’m about to kick your sorry ass, even with all your planning.”
Marcus had a puzzled look on his face. Suddenly, I heard a loud pop. Marcus’s eyes opened wide and he slid to the floor. Rafe stood behind him, looking down at Marcus, having slammed his elbow into his neck. I laughed and walked over to Marcus. I looked at Rafe, he smiled at me, and we both knelt down.
“So you think you’re the great mastermind, eh Marcus? You think I’m so stupid, you think I would trust you? I knew you were going to pull something. I just had to wait for you to do it.”
I laughed. “Unfortunately for you, my money came in very handy. You had everything planned except for one thing. Rafe. You are the one he trusted and you fucked him over. Literally. You treated him with disrespect, calling him a slut and took advantage of him. So he was more than happy to take my money to help me get you.” I looked over at Rafe, who was still smiling. “I told him everything, from my targeting him at Bateman, to my role with you. And how you had been targeting him earlier during his massages. And though he was pissed, I didn’t disrespect him like you did. And the money I paid him gives him a chance to make a life and not be on Bateman, unless he wants to be.”
I looked back at Marcus. “So he was more than happy to help me take you down. And let’s get something cleared up. The Dulamor wasn’t in my drink. Rafe switched glasses on you while you were pouring the drinks. It was YOUR glass that had it. So it’s not me that is going to be feeling loose and real good about now. It’s you.” I patted his cheek and smiled evilly. “But I’m not going to fuck you.” Marcus’s eyes were starting to look glassy. “No, I’m not going to fuck you. But . . . Rafe is.” I looked at Rafe, as he laughed and nodded affirmatively. “And trust me. His fucking you is going to be a lot more painful to you than if I had fucked you. And while he’s fucking you out here, I’m going to be inside with Deivi. And Rafe is fine with that. Because, unlike you, he’s not a greedy prick.”
I stood up. “He’s all yours, Rafe. I think it would be karma for you to fuck the big stud here on his own massage table. Do you need me to help you?” Rafe laughed and said, “No. I can handle Marc now. You go have fun with Deivi. And open him up good for me.”
I laughed back and said, “No problem, Rafe. Have fun!” I looked down at Marcus again. He was starting to struggle getting up, but the Dulamor was affecting him. “Have fun, Marcus. And don’t worry. Those videos with Deivi? I’ll take them with me. Or maybe give them to Rafe and let him teach Deivi a lesson about hitting on his girlfriend.” I walked over to the bedroom, glanced over my shoulder, and saw Rafe picking Marcus up. Yep . . . karma’s a bitch.
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Inside the bedroom, I finished taking off my clothes. Deivi lay on the bed, his fantastic body on full display. I went to the three cameras and reset them to start. When all was ready, I walked over to my Venezuelan stud.
Deivi was still out of it, but still awake. As I got on the bed, he moaned and moved a little. I pulled his undies off and, sure enough, his crotch was bare. Not a hair in sight. I lay on top of him, feeling his firm hard body beneath me. Since I knew Rafe would be fucking Marcus for awhile, I wasn’t in any rush with Deivi. And I was so going to enjoy this stud, almost more than any other straight guy I’d had.
I got the poppers I had set out earlier and put the bottle up to Deivi’s left nostril. I had learned from Marcus what to tell Deivi to get him to inhale. “Inhala, Deivi. Te sentirás mejor.” He inhaled and fell back, the poppers working quickly. I put the bottle up to his right nostril and said, "Inhala de nuevo, Deivi. Esto es aún mejor". He inhaled a second time and went limp. With the booze, the mota, the Dulamor and now poppers, Deivi was flying on cloud nine.
I sat up on Deivi’s body, his cock nestling in my ass. It wasn’t hard . . . yet. But it would be soon. I leaned down and started licking and sucking on his chest. Those huge slabs of muscle were amazing. I opened my hands wide and squeezed the muscle over and over. His nipples were very sensitive and I sat back up and rubbed them with my fingers. Deivi’s moans got louder and his nipples got even fatter and harder as I rubbed. Finally, I leaned down and started sucking on them, moving my mouth from one to the other. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of sucking on his fat, hard nubs. I started licking and sucking more and more of his chest. Deivi’s moans got louder and I could feel his arms move. I felt both his hands go around my head and push me harder into his chest. I kept sucking , flicking the nipple with my tongue and gently biting on it as he groaned. Moving away from his nipples, I ran my tongue down the huge valley between his pecs, licking and kissing. This body was all man. And I was drooling over every centimeter and inch I could.
As my mouth devoured his chest and abs, I felt his cock growing in my ass cleft. I pulled back on his massive thighs and watched his cock grow. It got bigger . . . and bigger . . . and soon stuck straight up, albeit with a slight curve to the left. The tip of his cock stuck out of his foreskin and I licked it quickly. I heard Deivi gasp and shudder. I reached over, pulled back his foreskin, and stuck just the shiny pink head in my mouth. Deivi gasped even louder and his back came up off the bed. Swirling my tongue over and around his cockhead again and again. I slurped midway down his shaft, closed my lips tightly, and sucked and tongued. Deivi’s hands went to my head and he tried to push his cock deeper into my mouth. I pushed back and moved back to his head again, sucking and swirling my tongue all over it. Deivi’s cockhead had to be very sensitive because his body was practically jumping off the mattress. He moved his hands to the side of my head and I kept on sucking and tonguing his cock for several minutes. Suddenly I felt Deivi tense and he started to moan louder. I clamped my lips tighter and sucked harder. His moaning got louder and louder until he let out a strangled cry. I felt his hands hold my head and my tongue could feel his cock expanding in my mouth. He let loose with a final groan and I felt his cock expand, shooting hard streams of cum. He shot four streams and all of them had a huge amount of cum. There was so much I finally had to open my mouth a bit and let some of it leak out. As his cock settled down, he released my head and I swallowed as much cum as I could. It was thick and had a slightly bitter but salty taste to it. I didn’t care. All I knew was I had made straight homophobe Deivi cum from having his cock sucked by a man. I wondered for a moment whether he would ever let another guy suck him, because he seemed to enjoy it. But that was the future. There was still more of Deivi’s body to enjoy. And a marvelous ass to fuck.
I normally enjoy fucking guys on their backs. I like to watch their face and kiss and suck their face and neck. But having seen Deivi’s ass, I decided to fuck him from behind. I wanted to watch my body bounce off his muscle ass as I slammed him. I reached up to the top of the bed and got a pillow, placed it to the side of Deivi’s crotch, and then turned him over. It was hard going because he was so heavy. But heavy or not, he was turning over so I could go into that pure, untouched hole.
As I put the pillow in place, I could hear sounds and shouts from the other room. I grinned, knowing that Rafe was fucking that traitorous fuck Marcus. I listened to see if I could understand what was being said. After a few moments, I heard Rafe say, "Tómalo, maldito cabrón. Estoy a punto de llenarte el culo como el idiota que eres". I laughed, knowing that whatever he was saying, it was degrading and insulting to Marcus. Later on, when I translated it, I found out Rafe had told him, "Take it you bitch fucker. I'm about to fill your ass up like the cunt you are." As I laughed, I finished pulling on Deivi and he was completely on his front . . . his magnificent ass hitched in the air.
Deivi’s ass was so perfect. His muscular back flowed downward until it hit the top edge of his glutes. There, both mounds rose majestically . . . hit their peak . . . and then descended until they folded gracefully into the tops of his thighs. His ass crack was deep and I wondered how tight it would be on my cock as I moved it towards his tight, virginal asshole. But before my cock got there, I knew my tongue would have to spend some enjoyable time in that mass of muscle, since the chance of a repeat engagement with Deivi was probably nil. Plus that bitch Marcus had earlier rushed me from rimming his tight ass for a longer time. So now I had time to enjoy it.
There was not a blemish, mole or any other mark on Deivi’s ass. I kissed and bit those huge balls of muscle, running my tongue over every inch I could get. I was literally devouring them as I tasted their firmness and strength. I felt Deivi moving a little as I attacked his ass and I’m sure he probably knew what was going on. Slowly, but surely, I worked myself down to his deep crack and prepared to search for the golden entrance to his straight virginity.
Pulling his massive cheeks apart again was not easy. I had to keep pulling harder and harder, peering down into the deep crack, searching for my treasure. Finally it appeared . . . tight . . . sexy . . . smooth . . . and ready to be fucked . . . as it was before. Pulling hard, I leaned down and and ran my tongue down the sides of his cheeks and quickly moved to his hole. I swiped my tongue over it again and again, and moved quickly to get my tongue inside. Deivi was making little squeals and moans as I attacked his sensitive gateway. I was practically smothering as I had so much of my face in his ass. It was tiring holding the muscular cheeks apart and I started pulling back some as my grip loosened.
Suddenly, I felt Deivi’s fingers next to my face and wondered what the hell he was doing. I was about to come up, when I felt the pressure on my face loosen as Deivi’s asscheeks parted again. I felt around and realized that Deivi’s fingers were pulling his ass apart for me to get in deeper!
I laughed silently, knowing that straight guys, even those that are violently homophobic, enjoy getting their cocks sucked or their asses rimmed. And when they begin to realize how good it feels, they melt like butter on a hot frying pan! Deivi was no different. But . . . the final act of getting fucked was something they almost always drew the line on, feeling it destroyed their masculinity. And Deivi was likely like that.
Still . . . I was going to do it anyway! And we’d find out how Deivi enjoyed it . . . or hated it . . . after he got his ass royally fucked.
I could feel Deivi’s tight hole begin to open up as I tried to get my tongue farther and farther inside. No doubt, he loved getting his ass rimmed, as he not only kept his cheeks apart for me, but was moaning over and over. After twenty minutes or so of rimming, Deivi’s hole was looser and ready for something bigger than my tongue. As I continued to ram my tongue inside his hole, I felt for the massage oil bottle I had laid on the bed. I would rather have used a lubricant, but the oil was all I could find earlier in the evening. And frankly, I didn’t think it would matter much. I’m sure Deivi’s hole would still be tighter than hell regardless of which one I used.
Grabbing the oil, I came up and squirted it all over Deivi’s ass and inside his crack. He was still pulling his cheeks apart, so it made it easy for the oil to get down to his hole. I wanted his ass cheeks to be completely oiled so it would make my fuck strokes easier when I slammed into him. Even after the first squirt of oil hit his hole, Deivi was still pulling his ass open. I guess he thought I was taking a break before rimming it again. Whatever the reason, it was good for me, as I squirted more and more oil on his hole and worked it inside with my finger. After a few moments, I managed to work a second finger in the hole and push more and more oil inside his ass. I think Deivi realized what was about to happen, as he suddenly let go of his ass and started moving. I oiled my cock thoroughly. It was hard as hell and ready to fuck. After a moment or two, I grabbed it and moved it down to Deivi’s ass cheeks. I pulled one side open and tried to get to his hole.
Unfortunately, Deivi’s ass crack was so deep, I couldn’t get at it that way. So I let go of my cock, pulled both his ass cheeks open and moved my cock forward, searching for, as Marcus had once called it, “la tierra prometida” . . . “the promised land”. I pushed forward and pulled backward, trying to find his hole. Deivi’s movements weren’t making it any easier and I knew I had to get in quickly. I pushed forward again and felt the tip touch his knot. It was still fairly loose, and I used my hand to move my cock directly over the hole. Little by little . . . getting closer . . . closer . . . closer . . .
BINGO!
I could feel my cock centered on this final gate protecting his virginity. It was spasming as the head probed its strength. It was now or never. I pushed forward hard, smiling as my cock felt resistance . . . and then felt it slowly opening up . . . beginning to engulf my head.
I pushed forward harder and Deivi’s tight ass opened up more. I closed my eyes, reveling in the heat and smooth, wet folds of his ass, and poured more oil into the crack, praying that it would find its mark. I pushed harder and could feel the head halfway in . . . then all the way in . . . and then the shaft started to go in, little by little.
Deivi was groaning as I started my journey inside, but I kept pushing. As I felt the first part of my shaft in the tight warmth of his ass, I poured more oil and rubbed it the best I could on my cock. I pushed harder and kept going in . . . just a little bit . . . A little bit more . . . A little bit more . . . until finally, I felt my cock fully inside his ass . . . my crotch pressed against his muscled glutes.
I’d done it. I had my proud homosexual cock up inside the tight, no longer virginal ass, of a proud heterosexual man, who hated homosexuals. Yes, he was straight . . . but now he belonged to the League of Ass Fucked Straight Men, whose ass virginity would never return. And I was about to fuck the rest of that virginity out of him forever.
I sat there with my cock in Deivi’s ass, hearing him groaning and muttering, and letting his tight, tight, TIGHT ass get used to having a cock in it. And I mean, FUCK, it WAS tight! After a minute or two, Deivi’s groaning quieted and I lay across his broad back, hard with muscle, gripping his huge biceps. As Deivi settled down, I slowly pulled back, bringing my cock head back to his ass ring. I paused and then slowly pushed back in. Deivi didn’t groan, but gave a little squeal as a cock went forward in his ass for the second time. I pulled back again slowly . . . and then pushed back in.
For several minutes, I slowly fucked Deivi, letting his ass get used to it. After five or six full fuck strokes, I paused and poured more oil down Deivi’s crack, pulling his cheeks apart and getting my cock good and oiled. Deivi’s ass was soooo fucking tight. But also warm . . . and wet . . . and snug. Straight boy ass is always good the first time.
The oil helped loosen up Deivi’s ass and it was starting to be easier to fuck. My cock started slicing through his guts faster each time. Deivi wasn’t making any noises now but only short whimpers every now and then. I pushed against his legs to get better leverage and open up his ass. I was surprised when he actually spread them himself as I pushed.
As my fucking got faster, I reached under to Deivi’s chest and grabbed his pecs. They were so big, it was easy to get a hand hold on them. I lay my head down on his back, grabbed his pecs, with my fingers rubbing his nipples, and started fucking Deivi faster. And harder. The feeling of bouncing off his hard muscle ass was amazing and the feeling of my cock inside his ass was out of this world. So tight . . . so warm . . . so wet . . . so smooth. Just the fact that I was fucking the tightest hole in Medellin was mind blowing. I had beaten Marcus and all the gay men in Medellin who had been after Deivi for so long. And now he was being fucked. And fucked hard.
I knew I was not going to last long and started fucking Deivi harder and faster, slamming my cock into his ass and bouncing off his muscle. Deivi started whimpering and moaning more as I squeezed his pecs and twisted his fat little bullet nipples. I was fucking him hard, when suddenly, I felt my cock slide over something inside. When I did, Deivi lunged forward with a gurgled moan. I fucked forward and slide over it again, making Deivi moan loudly once more. I had found his p-spot! I slowed down and started angling my fuck stroke to constantly slide over it. As I did so, Deivi started moaning and howling even more. He pushed his ass up and started pushing back at my cock.
I laughed as Deivi started fucking himself on my cock!
Between my slamming his ass and his ass backing up to meet me, Deivi was on a sexual overload. The Dulamor was heightening his sensitivity and it was obvious he was all into the sex now, even though it was a man fucking him. I started slamming into him more and more, stimulating his p-spot each time, and Deivi’s howling increased.
Faster . . . and faster . . . and faster we fucked. I was practically squeezing his pecs off but it didn’t bother Deivi. I held on to them and kept slamming his ass. In seconds, I could feel my nuts boiling and knew I was moments away from cumming. I reached down with my right hand and felt Deivi’s cock. It was like steel. I could feel his ass tightening around my cock and knew he was about to cum too.
My load was coming. I could feel it. Every guy knows that feeling when his cum is moving and he’s about to shoot. I was trying to hold back but the feeling was too much. Plus Deivi’s hole was still so tight . . . and then suddenly, I heard him yell and felt him shoot his load. That was all it took and I felt my cum shoot out of my cock again and again into the warm, deep recesses of his well fucked ass. I kept shooting and almost passed out. Deivi collapsed on the bed, into his own pool of cum. My breathing was so hard and heavy, I could not move. Deivi also lay there, not moving.
It took several minutes before my breathing returned to normal. My cock had gone down and I pulled it out of Deivi’ ass, a little flow of cum following it, dripping onto the bed. Slowly I walked over to Marcus’s bathroom and washed up. I got dressed, stopped the video in each camera, and took the memory cards. Marcus wasn’t going to benefit one bit off of Deivi’s fucking.
I looked over at Deivi and he was either still out of it or asleep. I walked over to him and looked at his magnificent body one more time. He was a one of a kind guy and I knew I’d rarely find someone with his looks and physique again. Then again, given all the guys I’ve fucked, maybe I would. The world is full of straight men whose looks and body make them perfect for fucking. They just don’t know it yet.
I didn’t hear anything from the living room. I carefully opened up the door and looked out. Marcus lay on the table. Not moving, nude, and apparently well fucked. Off to the side was Rafe, smoking some mota. I smiled and went over to him.
“So, how was it? Did you teach him the proper lesson?”
Rafe blew out his smoke and grinned. “Sí, sí. Fue el primer tío con el que me acosté. Así que tuve que practicar una y otra vez. Creo que me respetará a partir de ahora”.
I laughed, as I had finally learned what to tell people that I didn’t speak Spanish and to speak English. "Habla inglés, por favor, Rafe, no entiendo español."
Rafe laughed. “I said yes, he first guy I ever fucked. So, had practice over and over.” He shook his head and said, “I think I learn well!” Nodding over to Marcus, Rafe said, “He respect me now. If he doesn’t, I fuck him again.”
I laughed. “That’s good. I just hope he doesn’t come after you.”
“No. He all talk. Marc know I kick ass if he try something.”
I smiled and nodded. “So . . . are you ready for your next fuck? He’s waiting for you.”
Rafe looked over at the bedroom door and his face turned serious. “I don’t know. He family, you know? He disrespect me but he good person. I know he not like men.”
I leaned down and said, “Rafe, trust me. I was all over his body tonight. He may hate gays but he likes sex with a man. I sucked his cock, rimmed his ass, and fucked him thoroughly. He even came while I fucked him. He was wasted but I can tell you he liked it.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “And this has been your fantasy for a while. So go fuck him now! His body is amazing. He is one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”
Rafe thought a moment and then smiled. “You serious? He like?”
“He’s not gay and won’t admit it. But he liked it when I fucked him. He was pushing his ass back and fucking my cock! So, I’m sure he will like it when you fuck him too. After all, your cock is bigger than mine.” I grinned and ruffled his hair. “And you both are learning to enjoy man sex. So go for it! If you don’t, someday you’ll wish you had. Especially if he ever disrespects you again. And you want to remind him of why he shouldn’t.”
Rafe’s grin got bigger. “Yes, I should. But he’ll always deny tonight.”
I reached in my pocket and handed him the three memory cards. “He can deny it all he wants. But here is the proof! Marcus was going to use it to blackmail him into being his male prostitute. You don’t have to do that. But I’d make copies of these, in case he ever denies it.” I paused and then smiled. “But I can tell you this. You fuck Deivi and he is going to like it. I promise you. And you two will probably fuck a lot more. Just as long as you keep it between the two of you.”
Rafe stood up and hugged me. “Gracias, Riley. You good man. I take your advice. You help me. I owe you a lot.”
He released me and I said, “Well two things. First, Marcus did a video of you when he fucked you. You’d better get that back from him so he won’t try and blackmail you with it. Or just release it to hurt you.”
Rafe nodded. “Yes. He’ll give . . . or I fuck him up. And second?”
I took Rafe’s arm and walked him back over to the bedroom door. We looked inside and Deivi was still laying on the bed, his amazing ass still front and center.
I said, “Go fuck Deivi. Now. Fuck him.” Rafe started laughing. “And . . . let me know how it goes.” I hugged him again, pushed him into the bedroom, and closed the door. I walked over to Marcus. He was asleep or unconscious or something. He was definitely out of it. Regardless, I didn’t give a fuck about him. I took a final look at him, and said, “I told to not fuck with me” and walked out the door.
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My flight back to the United States the next day was uneventful and I got home thoroughly exhausted. I called into work and told them I was ill and would not be in for a day or two. My secretary, Jan, reminded me that I was supposed to supervise a training session for current employees in two days and I asked her to postpone it until the beginning of next week.
After breakfast, I went online and decided to check out the Bateman site. I didn’t see Rafe online but FrankDfucker was. I went into Deivi’s room and watched him. He looked the same as before and had lots of people in his room. After a few minutes, I saw a guest ask Deivi if he ever got fucked, since he had such a great ass. I laughed, knowing that homophobe Deivi would turn him down, with a load of profanity. I saw Deivi smile into the camera, reach over, and then hold up . . . a dildo.
Obviously Deivi had undergone a dramatic change of heart. And learned to love his . . . fellow man.
I started looking at other rooms when I suddenly noticed a private show in one of the “X-File Rooms”. X-File Rooms on Bateman were rooms where the model only participated in the room and not in the general chat rooms. Usually, these rooms were more expensive and had people who did not want their porn career made public. The rooms had special security so a person entering could not record video of the room. I thought that was silly because as a tech guy, I knew there were always ways to get around that. Anyway I thought I’d take a look, just to see if it might be somebody worth pursuing. So I paid for the room and entered.
The guy had on a g-string, was wearing a mask, and was very muscular. He was young, about 25, and had reddish hair. Even with the mask on, he looked familiar. But I couldn’t place him.
He smiled at the camera and welcomed me into his room by saying “Good morning! You ready to play today?” And did a double biceps flex. “You’re gonna like me. I’ve got just what you’re looking for.”
And then it hit me.
The hair, the body . . . the voice.
It was one of my employees. Marcus Galina.
