Straight to Hell

Author’s Note – There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read.

With appreciation one again to J in Canada, who gave me the character of Brian.

Brian

I hate posing for pictures. I’ve never been sure why but I do. Even when others compliment me on my looks, I inwardly cringe when I see a camera appear. I guess I see myself in a more negative light than what other people see me.

On the other hand, there are other people in this world who are so full of themselves that they just love to be in pictures! They can’t get enough of primping and posing and just generally showing off for the camera.

Take Brian, for instance. You met him in my previous chapter. He’s one of those people that is soooooo in love with himself that he thinks he’s god’s gift to mankind. Not just to women but to ALL mankind! Yeah, I admit he’s a hot sonuvabitch. Tall, built, huge cock. But he’s an arrogant bastard, a user, and a manipulator. A real cocksucker, if you don’t mind my saying so. That kind of attitude really gets to me. And in Brian’s case, it really, REALLY got to me.

So, I decided to do something about it. Something he’d always remember. Something I’d always remember. Something that would teach the sexy, swaggering hunk the value of humility. And maybe leave my cock up his muscular tight ass at the same time.

There’s an old saying “a picture is worth a thousand words.” Well . . . in Brian’s case, it was worth more. A whole lot more.

Three weeks after the hot fuck session between Ed and me, I was working out at the gym with Jose. He had been bitching at me the last couple of days, telling me he was ready to get Brian and fuck his brains out. Talk about lust! Jose seemed to be lusting after Brian like I lusted after Debjeet.

So I understood where he was coming from and how the pent up sexual frustration was wearing him down. But still, I was getting tired of listening to him.

“So when are we gonna do it, Riley?”

“Fuck, Jose, quit bugging me! You know these things take time.”

“It didn’t seem to take much time for you to get around to fucking Benj.”

Oh yeah. Jose’s cousin Benjamin. I smiled now as I thought about the warm, inviting ass of that muscle cop. Okay, maybe Jose had a point. But I’ll be damned if I was gonna let his horniness dictate what happened. When you start listening to your little head, that’s when you get your ass in trouble . . . big time.

“Okay man, okayyy! Just be patient. I’m working on it. But you keep hassling me and I’m liable to shut down for a while. You dig?”

Jose got quiet and moved over to spot me on the incline press. I was hitting my last rep when I heard Jose whistle lightly.

“Fuck. Wouldja look at that.”

I made sure the bar was secure and looked over in the direction Jose was looking. Brian was at the squat machine. He must have just arrived at the gym because I knew Jose had been looking for him all evening and hadn’t seen him.

Brian shuffled under the weight bar, positioned his hands and arms, and squatted down. As his body went down, his humongous glutes strained his shorts.

Fuck was the right word to use. Brian’s ass was awesome! As he squatted down again, the thin material of his shorts framed the full moons of his ass. It was obvious that he spent a lot of time working on his ass. Good for him. Better for us.

Jose and I kept watching Brian as he completed his squats. His legs were just as delectable . . . full, tight hamstrings and thighs. But his butt was the crown jewel of his lower body.

Brian finished his squats and started talking to another lifter. His profile was pronounced and we could see the impressive bulge in his shorts as well as the curve of his chest. He was one fine motherfucker, no doubt about it.

“So what do you think, Riley?”

I was quiet a minute as I watched Brian talk.

“Let’s go over there, Jose. You just bullshit around with him.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry about it. You just take care of business. Okay?”

Jose grinned and shook his head as we walked over to Brian.

“Hey Bri! What's up, dude?”

Brian looked over at Jose, nodded slightly, and kept talking with the lifter. Jose waited. And waited. And waited some more. Brian didn’t acknowledge him in any way. After five minutes of standing there looking around the gym, Jose leaned over to me.

“You want to leave? Or wait?”

I looked at Brian as he continued to talk. My gaze traveled from his face, down to his protruding pecs, and slowed as it landed on his cock bulge. After a pause, it moved to his muscular ass. He was all man. All muscle. All straight.

“Let’s wait,” I whispered to Jose. I didn’t care how long it took. I would have waited until hell froze over but I decided then and there that this sexy bastard was going to go down. And go down HARD.

After a few more minutes, Brian bumped fists with the lifter and started to walk away.

“Hey Bri!”

Brian looked over his shoulder, stopped, and walked back to Jose.

“Hey man.”

Jose and Brian started talking. I stood to the side and looked at Brian. The motherfucker had forgotten about Jose and was about to walk off. I began to loathe him even more. I wasn’t paying much attention to what they said but eventually I tuned in to their conversation. Brian was loud but had a sexy lilt to his voice.

“Man, I’m working out hard to build up for it, but I don’t know if it’s worth it.”

“Why not?” Jose asked.

“Cuz all those fuckers are expensive! The cheapest one I’ve found will do it for $1,000. Fuck, I ain’t got that type of money.”

“Well yeah, Bri, but man it would be worth it! Think of all the modeling gigs you’d get. Not to mention all the pussy you’d be around!”

“Hell, I’ve already got all the pussy I need. That’s no big deal. But I could make a shit load of money if I can get this portfolio done and an agent picks me up. But no one will pick me up unless I get the portfolio done.”

Portfolio? What the hell was he talking about? I was amazed he even knew the word.

Jose kept looking over at me, expecting me to chime in. But I just kept looking around as if I wasn’t paying any attention to them.

“Well, I wish you luck man. Something will turn up.”

“Fuck man. Things don’t work that way. If you want something to happen, YOU gotta make it happen. I just gotta find the people who’ll make it happen for me. If I can find a decent woman photog, it’ll happen. All I gotta do is trade a photo session for this big black dick. But all the really good photographers are men. And they charge too goddamn much.”

Hmmm. Interesting. So ole Bri was looking for a photographer. From what I gathered, he was trying to get a picture portfolio so he could go into modeling. Something started stirring in my head.

I caught Jose’s eye looking at me and I nodded off in the distance. He looked surprised for a minute and then said, “Hey man, sorry but I gotta go. Good luck with that picture thing. Something will happen, I’m sure.”

“Yeah man. Later.” Brian walked towards the free weight area.

Jose and I walked towards the front of the gym. As we got farther away from Brian, Jose said “Damn, Riley, I thought you were gonna talk to him.”

“No need to, man. I found out all I need to know.”

Jose’s eyes lit up and he smiled. He knew something was up when I made comments like that.

“No shit? What?”

“Let’s just say you and I are about to be very happy campers. And ole Brian. Well . . . let’s just say he’s about to be . . . fucked.”

Jose grinned wider, slapped my back, and said “Dude it TOOK you long enough! When and where?”

“I’m working on it. Speaking of which, where is my bag?”

“Your bag? Hell, I don’t know. I don’t remember you having one. Did you leave it somewhere?”

“I had it when I was at the incline press.”

“You sure? I didn’t see it.” Jose started to walk back towards the gym. “Well, maybe you left it there. Let’s go look.”

“Nah, that’s alright, man. Let me go look. I’ll be right back.”

Jose shrugged his shoulders and stopped. “Whatever. Just hurry it up.”

I began walking back towards the incline press. Little did Jose know that he was absolutely right. I didn’t have my workout bag with me. But I wanted to talk with Brian and I didn’t want Jose around.

As I got near the incline press, I looked over and saw Brian working with the heavy weights. I started walking around and acting as if I was looking for something. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brian finish his set and look at me in the mirror. There was no flash of recognition in his face. I was disappointed but figured someone as into himself as Brian wouldn’t remember me. I kept poking around, looking under one of the weight shelves.

“Whatcha looking for, man?”

I looked up. Brian had turned around and was looking at me. Inwardly, I smiled and tossed out the bait. I was ready to begin the process of reeling the muscle stud in.

“Oh, I can’t find my camera bag. I thought I left it out here when I was taking pictures of my friend, Jose.”

Brian’s face had a funny look on it for a moment. Then the impossible happened. He smiled.

“Oh yeah! You’re that friend of Jose’s. I met you last time. You’re a photographer?”

Well, well, well. Surprise, surprise. Ole Brian “remembered” me because of my looks, charm, and wit. And oh yeahhh . . . maybe because I might be a photographer? Now WHY in the world would THAT make a difference?

“Yeah . . . well no . . . I mean I don’t do it for a living but yeah, I do photography as a hobby.” I grinned and said, “Hell, people tell me I’m good at it and ought to do it professionally. But, I enjoy the company I’m at, so I just keep doing it on the side.”

Brian smiled even wider. Man, could the boy be any more transparent than that? Of course, he probably didn’t think I knew what he was up to but hey, you know me. I ALWAYS know what I’m up to! Especially when it means getting up into some tight virgin ass.

“How much do you charge for a session, man?”

“I don’t really do sessions. I’ve only had 3 friends that came in and I took a shit load of shots of them. But I gave those to them. It’s not that expensive.”

Boy, talk about bait! I didn’t have worms on my line. I had big old hunks of meat! And the stupid bastard didn’t even remember my name yet!

Brian stepped closer and smiled his most dazzling smile. The closer his all muscle body got, the more I felt my blood rushing to my cock. I had to be careful or I’d spring a full boner in front of the asshole.

“Listen, uh . . . uhhh . . .”

“Riley, man. Riley James.”

“Yeah Riley. Sorry, I just forgot a second.”

I had to laugh at that one. What a pompous, phony motherfucker.

“Listen, you think you could take some pics of me? I mean for a reasonable price? I told Jose that I needed to get a portfolio done but he never told me that you were a photographer.”

“He didn’t?”

“No.”

I made a face as if to say, “Fucking Jose.” But to be fair, he probably didn’t tell Brian that because he didn’t know. And to be quite honest, I really wasn’t! But special times demand special qualities. And I was right when I figured the best way for my dick to find its way up Brian’s ass would be through a camera lens.

I hesitated a moment more. “I don’t know man. I mean, you’d probably get a better job with a real professional.”

“No Riley, you’d be fine. I’m sure your work is great!”

And cheap, I thought.

“Well . . . maybe. I guess so. If you really want to do it.”

Brian put his hand up and I slapped it. “Sweeeeeet!” he said. “How much do you want?”

I thought for a second and said, “Oh I guess I could just give the pictures to you. They probably won’t be that good anyway.” Talk about tossing out more bait! I knew I HAD this sonuvabitch hook . . . line . . . and sinker.

Brian was practically drooling on me at the thought of getting this for free. “Man, I’d really appreciate that. I mean it.”

“Sure, Brian. No problem.”

“Call me Bri, man. All my friends do.”

God! I had reached the ultimate in relationships. I was actually one of Bri’s FRIENDS! That was great! Of course, after our “session”, I wasn’t sure I’d be high on ole Bri’s list of friends but hey . . . you win some, you lose some.

“Cool . . . Bri it is. Listen, you free this Saturday? You could come over to my house and we’ll do the session there.”

“Hell yeah I’m free! What time?”

“How about 2 in the afternoon? That should give us plenty of time.” Yep. Plenty of time for me to fuck the living hell out of him.

“Sounds great. How do I get to your house?”

“Tell you what. I’ll get your phone number from Jose and call you tomorrow. We’ll go from there.”

“Sweet, man!” Brian started walking back to the weights. “Okay, I gotta finish, Riley. I really appreciate this man. I’m looking forward to it.”

I grinned and said, “Me too, Bri. See you later.” Of course, I’m sure he had no idea how much I was looking forward to it.

I found Jose waiting for me. “Goddamn Riley, what took you so long? Did you find it?”

“No man. Maybe somebody took it. I didn’t have much in it, so forget it. Let's go.”

As Jose and I walked out the door, I smiled and felt a tingling feeling in my cock. It knew it was going to be in a tight, straight, black muscle ass soon.

“Fuck, this shit is hard to set up.”

“Quit your bitching, Jose. Bri will be here any minute.”

Actually, it was 2:40 and Brian should have been here forty minutes ago. But I’m sure the asshole was used to just doing things on his schedule. I reached over and helped Jose raise the light stand a little higher so that there was plenty of light.

“Dude, you sure this is gonna work?”

“Jose, quit being such a pussy! Of course it will work. You just have to know how to work it.”

Jose raised his eyebrows and sorta shrugged.

“I guess. But I don’t want you pulling the same shit with Bri that you did with Benj.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Man, are you EVER going to let me forget that? Okay, you didn’t get to fuck Benj that time. But this time I swear . . . you’re gonna get a piece of Bri’s ass. But you gotta be cool with this. He’ll be one suspicious motherfucker when he sees you. If we try to reel him in too fast, he’ll bolt. You follow my lead and his tight ass is yours.”

Jose smiled and, from the look on his face and the swelling in his pants, I knew he couldn’t wait to get his fat latino cock inside of Brian.

A couple of minutes more and the doorbell rang. I looked over at Jose, grinned, and said, “Okay dude, we’re on! You ready?”

“Fuck YEAH . . . I’m ready!”

I went to the front door and opened it. Brian grinned, punched me on the shoulder, and said “Rileyyyy! What’s up, man?”

My cock, for one thing. Brian was dressed in a pair of jeans that hugged his huge thighs and highlighted the bulge in his crotch. A white polo shirt hung loosely at his waist, but his pecs and biceps were stretching the fabric so tight, I was sure they would tear the shirt if he even slightly moved. As good as he looked in this getup, I knew he’d look even better out of it.

I smiled. “Hey Brian, c’mon in! You ready to do your pics?”

“Hell yeah, dude! And it’s Bri, man. We’re buds.”

I snorted quietly.

“Riight, right! Go on in the den and let’s get to work.”

Brian walked in the door and down the hall. As he passed, my eyes were riveted to his ass. Encased in tight jeans, it looked as muscled and full as any ass I’d ever seen. I could feel my heart beating rapidly as I watched his cocky swagger and roll. Taking a deep breath, I murmured ‘Soon, baby . . . be patient.’

Jose turned around as Brian and I walked in the den. “Bri! How you doing, man?”

Brian turned towards me with a funny look on his face. “I didn’t know Jose was gonna be here.”

“Sure Bri . . . he helps me with shoots sometimes.”

“I don’t know, man. Another guy watching me. That’s sorta faggy . . . you know?”

Prick. I’ll show him faggy.

I smiled and said, “Bri, c’mon, man! It’s just PICTURES, for chrissakes! Jose just helps me set up, take down, and whatever else that needs doing. What, you think he’s gonna perv on your body or something? Get real . . .”

I turned towards the lights, with my back towards Brian, as if dismissing his comment. Jose looked over at me with a scared look on his face and I gave him a wink that Brian couldn’t see. A slight smile came on his face and he gave me an imperceptible nod.

Brian stood there a minute and I waited with my back on him to see if he was gonna bolt or keep going. After 20 seconds of silence, I heard “What do I need to do, Riley?”

Grinning, I turned back around. “Go look at those clothes over there, Bri, and check out what you’re going to be wearing.”

Brian walked over to the table where Jose had put several sets of shirts, shorts, underwear, and more and started looking through them.

“Man, these look great! They look like they’ll fit me. Where’d you get them?”

I walked over to the table and said, “A friend of mine works for A&F and I asked him if he could lend me some new styles. He gave me these and told me they were about to be discontinued lines, so I could have them.”

Obviously Brian didn’t remember that he had given one of his workout buddies a spare shirt and pants one time when they went out after their workout. Jose knew the guy, found out what size Brian wore, and the rest was history. 

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah. Cool, huh?”

I could tell Brian was after something by the sly smile he gave me. “Yeah, man, that’s cool. You think I could borrow them for a while? I don’t get to wear shit like this much.”

Oh yeah, slick little Brian. Milking the situation for all he could. Then again . . . a couple of shirts and pants would be small payment for a hot fuck session with Brian.

Smiling, I said, “I don’t know, man. Let me think about it.” I didn’t want the prick to think he ALWAYS got his way!

Brian kept looking through the clothes. All of a sudden, I heard him shout “Hey! What’s this shit?”

I looked at the underwear he held up in his hands. “It’s underwear, Bri. What does it look like?”

“Yeah . . . I KNOW its underwear! Why do I have to wear these? It’s not like someone is gonna see ‘em with my pants on.”

“Dude, you know the fashion! Seeing the tops of guy’s drawers is the style these days. Didn’t you tell me these pictures were for your modeling portfolio?”

“Yeah, but . . .”

“Then dude, you gotta show them what all the other models show them! It’s all about style and fashion. Models sell clothes, Bri. It’s as simple as that.”

Brian looked at the underwear a few moments longer and then turned back around to the table. Don’t worry asshole, I thought. You won’t have them on for long anyway.

Brian kept looking through the clothes, pulling some out and holding them up to his body. After a minute, I asked “Hey Bri, you want something to drink?”

Without turning back to me, Bri said “Sure man . . . what have you got?”

“You name it , I’ve probably got it. Soft drinks, bottled water, protein shakes . . .”

“What kind of protein shakes?”

“Oh, I whip ‘em up in the blender. Couple of scoops of whey, yogurt, milk, toss in some fruit and we’re done.”

“Cool . . . how about a fruit one?”

“One banana shake, coming up!” I started out of the den when Brian, in typical fashion, tried to milk me for a little more.

“You think you could mix me up a little extra for later?”

“No problem, dude. A little more it is.” Sorry motherfucker. He’d be getting “a little more” soon enough. As I kept walking, I shouted “And Jose, turn on some music, will ya?” I heard Jose mutter something, which I took to be an acknowledgement.

In the kitchen, I got the blender and started making a protein smoothie for Brian. After everything was tossed in the blender, I pulled out a little bottle from my pocket. A good friend of mine had given it to me some time ago, but I’d never had a chance to use it. He said it was a powdered form of the street drug Burundanga. I smiled as I remembered what he said when he gave it to me. “This shit will do a job on you, Riley. It disorients you and practically puts you in a stupor, like a zombie. But the great thing is that it kills your memory, so you have no idea of what happened when you took it. Fuck, it’s better than a roofie!”

I sprinkled some in the blender and mixed everything up real nice. Brian was one strong sonuvabitch and I wanted him nice and relaxed. But I especially wanted to make sure that the arrogant prick didn’t remember what happened to him. All the other guys I’d done before were one time deals. But Brian was such an asshole, I thought I might like to fuck his tight ass over and over. At least, that was the plan. I mean, after all, what’s a good straight boy with a hot body for, if you can’t fuck him more than once?

I know, I know . . . twisted fucker, ain’t I?

I poured Brian’s shake in a glass, got a glass of wine for Jose and me, and went back to the den. Jose was standing near Brian, talking to him about the gym. Brian was just nodding his head absentmindedly. You could tell he wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to what Jose was saying.

I handed Jose his wine, then gave Brian his shake. “Here you go, dude. See if I don’t make the best shit in town!”

Brian laughed, tilted the glass back, and swallowed twice. “Thanks. Yeah, that’s pretty good. Not as good as the ones I make but it was okay.”

I grinned, held my wine glass up to him, and said “A toast! To a helluva photo shoot!” Jose held up his glass and Brian held up his. I sipped my wine and watched Brian drink more of his shake. Jose drank some of his wine and looked over at me. I smiled and winked, knowing that Jose needed some reassurance that everything was on track. I nodded towards Brian and grinned even wider. Jose broke into a smile too, and licked his lips slightly. He was ready.

“Okay, Bri, let’s get this show on the road.” I walked over to the table, picked out a shirt and some pants and handed them to Brian. “My bedroom is across the hall. Go change in there and come back in here.”

Brian started out of the room when I called him back. “Dude, don’t forget your socks and drawers.” Brian walked back and looked at the underwear I was holding out to him.

“White briefs? Don’t you have some boxer briefs or trunks or anything else? These are old timey shit.”

“Trust me, Bri. It’ll look good. Anyway, it’s just for the first set. I’ve got another pair you can wear after that.” Brian just snorted, shook his head, grabbed the briefs and walked off. When he was out of the room, Jose walked over.

“What’s the plan dude?”

Smiling, I told Jose “Just chill, man. In about 10 minutes, Bri’s gonna be feeling good. Real good. Just go with the flow and watch me. I’ll lead you every step of the way. But there is one thing I need to know.”

Jose looked suspicious for a moment. “What’s that?”

“How long do you think you can fuck his tight black ass?”

Jose started laughing and said, “Well, I guess we’re about to find out. Aren’t we?”

I slapped Jose’s shoulder. “Damn right, dude! And don’t fuck it up this time. Be patient. Cuz if you don’t . . . you remember what happened with your good cousin . . . don’t you?”

The smile left Jose’s face and nodded slowly. “I remember. I won’t fuck it up, Riley. I promise.”

“Good. Cuz I’d hate to have Bri all to myself.”

And we both laughed, waiting for our studly heterosexual model to come back.

“So how are we gonna do this?”

I turned around and looked at Brian. He’d come back from my bedroom, dressed in a A&F blue gray Calkins Brook shirt and khaki Flagstaff Mountain pants. Even with the top 2 buttons undone, the shirt hugged Brian’s chest. The arms stopped where his biceps bulged and couldn’t go down any further. The pants looked hot as hell, with his legs swelling the tight fitting material. I could only imagine what he looked like from behind. The shirt hung loosely down around his crotch, so I couldn’t see much else. Regardless, I could feel my adrenaline start to pump and had to be careful that I didn’t rush things.

“Over here, Bri. We’ll take some initial shots, just to loosen you up, then move on to a little more provocative poses.”

“Provocative?”

I sighed. “Dude, you know what I mean. Poses that will catch the agent’s eyes. Poses that will sell product . . . you know?”

Brian rolled his eyes. “Ok . . . whatever . . .”

I directed Brian to stand against the backdrop that Jose and I had set up and asked Jose to adjust the lights. While he was doing that, I moved over to Brian and reached for the bottom of his shirt.

Brian pulled back slightly. “Whoaaaa, man! . . . what you doin?”

“I’m setting you up for the shot, dude. What’s the problem?”

“Well why you reaching for my dick?”

I started laughing. “Brian, I think we need to have a little understanding here. I wasn’t reaching for your dick. I was reaching to unbutton the bottom of your shirt. You can’t see the waistline of the pants.”

“Oh.”

“Man, you gotta relax if you want to model. You’re gonna have men and women pawing all over you during photo shoots, adjusting this, moving that, pulling on that, and more. You show you’re uncomfortable with people touching you, when they’re just doing their job, you’re not gonna last long.”

Brian was quiet a minute. “I gotcha. I’m sorry. I’m just a little uptight.”

“Ok. So chill, Bri, and everything will be fine. Take some deep breaths. You’ll relax a lot . . . trust me.” Yeah, he’d relax alright . . . especially when the Burundanga hit him.

I unbuttoned the bottom of Brian’s shirt and pulled the sides apart, so that his crotch showed. Fuck, showed wasn’t the word for it! Brian’s bulge literally leaped out.

I walked back about 6 feet and started slowly snapping pictures. Brian stood there, smiling, and looking sexy. I directed him to move around . . . putting his hands on his hips, flexing his arms, bending over from the side. After 15 shots, I walked forward and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. Brian didn’t say anything, even though I felt him flinch slightly when the sides of my hands were resting on the edge of his pecs as I undid the buttons.

I took more pictures, posing Brian and watching him carefully. I didn’t know how long it took for the Burundanga to take effect, so I just had to keep him going.

Another 10 shots and I pulled Brian’s shirt open wider, sliding it out over his shoulders. This time, Brian just stood there and let me do it.

“Doing okay, dude?”

Brian hesitated slightly. “Yeah . . . I’m fine.”

Another 15 shots and I said, “Bri, just drop the shirt off. Let’s go shirtless.”

Brian slowly reached up and started pulling the shirt off. His movements were a little jerky as the shirt dropped to the floor. I wondered if he was starting to feel the Burundanga.

I took the camera down from my face and said, “Hey, you okay?” Brian just looked at me for a few seconds. Finally he said, “Yeaaah . . .” A few more seconds and he said, “It’s . . . sorta . . . hot in here . . . “

“It’s just the lights, Bri. We’ll take a break in a couple of minutes. Can you hang on?”

Brian didn’t say anything. Finally he looked down and then slowly lifted his head back up. His eyes were a little unfocused and it was hard for me to keep from smiling.

“Bri! . . . can you wait a few minutes?”

Jose moved over next to me and watched Brian carefully. After a good 30 seconds, Brian muttered something. I couldn’t understand what he said and pressed my hand against Jose’s arm. “Be still,” I whispered.

Brian just stood there . . . motionless . . . shirtless . . . bulging . .

I turned to Jose and in a quiet voice said, “Grab the mist bottle and walk over in front of him. Don’t do anything until I tell you.” Jose nodded, grabbed the mist bottle, and stood in front of Brian. He turned around and looked at me expectantly.

Grinning, I raised the camera up slightly. “You ready for some more poses, Bri?” No answer. Laughing, I said, “I think you are. Just follow my directions. Jose’s gonna help you.” I put the camera to my eye. “Spray him down, Jose.”

Jose started spraying the misted water on Brian’s chest. As the water hit him, Brian would turn his head slowly every so often, as if he was trying to follow the bottle’s path. Under the strong lights, you could see the droplets glisten and drip on the exposed skin.

“Rub the water down. Get him good and wet.”

Jose reached out and carefully . . .slowly . . . ran his hand down Brian’s chest. At first, it looked as if he was trying to wipe the water down. But the more he touched Brian’s massive mounds of muscle, the more erotic Jose’s touch got. His hands swirled over Brian’s bulging pecs, feeling them, and then practically fondling them with his fingers. I kept taking pictures and Brian’s eyelids were constantly opening and closing, as if he was having trouble keeping awake. He stirred slightly but otherwise kept still, his Burundanga laced brain keeping him nice and quiet.

Brian still did not react and, without my prompting, Jose walked back over to the table and grabbed a bottle of mineral oil. He uncapped it, walked back over to Brian, and raised the bottle to the top of Brian’s chest. As he tilted the bottle, oil slowly dropped onto the dark skin and started a slow trip down the smooth, muscled chest. Jose tilted the bottle further and the oil flowed out freely. As it reached Brian’s abs, he put his hand out and caught some of the flow, rubbing it more and more over the huge mass of tight muscle.

I walked over to Brian and watched Jose oil him down. His eyes were open but seemed to be glazed over. I ran my hand up and down in front of his face.

“Bri . . .” No answer.

“BRI! . . . you hear me?” After a few moments, Brian blinked once and looked as if he was trying to nod. But the movements were so jerky and erratic, I couldn’t be sure.

One thing I was sure of though. This arrogant, self centered, manipulating prick, was about to give up his fine ass body to two horny homosexuals. And if I had my way, this would be just the first of many times his tight straight ass would have a cock up it. I figured he would need several power fucks to learn a little humility and love for his fellow man, straight or gay.

Watching Jose continue to coat Brian’s chest with a thick layer of oil, I walked around behind him. His thick muscled traps and lats gave his upper body that beautiful V shape, while his swollen triceps exhibited the power of his arms.

“Beautiful body, Bri. A work of art. I’ll bet you didn’t think it could bring pleasure to both women AND men.”

Jose laughed. “And most especially us!”

I laughed along with Jose. “You got that, dude! Come oil his back down.”

Jose moved around next to me and started oiling down Brian’s back. I glanced down at his crotch and saw that Jose had a major bone. I’m sure it wanted to be up Brian’s ass in the worst possible way.

“Patience, Jose. Patience.”

“Fuck Ry, I AM patient! But that sonuvabitch was always strutting his body around the gym, bragging about how many women he fucked, talkin shit about fags, how they were always checking him out, and how it made him sick. I’ve wanted to get in his pants for such a long time. And now it’s gonna happen! I’m finally going to get to fuck the sorry bastard!”

As Jose finished oiling Brian down, I looked him over carefully. He hadn’t moved since taking his shirt off. His body gleamed under the bright lights, his black nipples standing out like little bullets on huge slabs of muscle.

“Bri, you ready for the next step?” Slowly, Brian opened his eyes. “You ready dude?” Brian’s head turned slightly towards me and he lowered it, as if it was too heavy to hold up.

“Hmmmm . . . looks like he nodded ‘yes’ to me, Jose. What’d it look like to you?”

“Looked like a yes to me, too.”

“Cool. Okay, Bri, let’s go into my bedroom for the next shots. I think that’s a much better place than here in these lights for what I have in mind.” I reached out and put my hand on Brian’s arm, gently pulling him. After a few seconds, Brian started shuffling forward. Jose took his other arm and we guided him to my bedroom.

As we walked through the door, I flicked on the overhead light. Brian kept walking and Jose shut the door behind him. A few more steps and I put my hand lightly on Brian’s chest. He stopped and just stood there . . . eyes closed . . . upper body oiled down . . . ready to do . . . whatever.

I walked to my closet and turned on my digital recording system. A hot fuck session with Bri would be too good to just commit to memory. After starting the recording, I walked out and back over to Brian. His head was hanging down and he hadn’t moved. I grinned and rubbed my hands together slowly. It was time for Brian’s lesson to begin. 

“Jose, get his pants off.”

Jose walked over to Brian and started tugging on his pants. It was hard pulling them down because Bri’s leg muscles were so big. After a lot of pulling and tugging, Bri’s white briefs finally came into view. I laughed.

“Tighty whities! You gotta love ‘em!”

Jose kept pulling the Flagstaff Mountain’s down and they were finally around Bri’s ankles.

Shit! Brian was a sight to behold! His tighty whities bulged with his full cock. The pouch was so full you could tell he was cut, as the head showed clearly through the material. Jose reached up, massaged the mound of cock and balls, and grinned.

“Dude, this is fucking fantastic! He’s HUGE!”

I grinned back and walked around behind Bri. Jose may have thought his cock was huge but for me, the real treasure was the big, muscled mounds of ass that hung out of his drawers. Jose walked around next to me and just stared.

“Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!”

I laughed and said, “Are you impressed, Jose or just stating a desire?”

Jose reached out and ran his hands over Bri’s muscled ass, squeezing the tight muscle, and murmuring.

“Ry, I am soooo ready to do him.”

So was I. But Jose needed to learn patience and enjoy all the meal, not just the entree. My hands joined Jose’s and we started mauling his ass together. Bri just stood there. I wondered what he’d think if he knew 2 guys were caressing the most intimate part of his body.

“This ass is fine, ain’t it man?”

Jose said nothing and continued his fondling.

“Jose, don’t you want any of his cock? You were drooling over it just a minute ago.”

“Later, man. Fucking his ass is what I need now.”

“Well, I want a taste of it. I’ll bet it tastes as sweet as it looks.”

I got in front of Bri, reached over to the pouch of his drawers, found the opening, and ripped it open. Brian’s cock practically fell out and just hung there. Damn, it had to be 5 inches or more soft. This was one big fucker!

I ran my tongue over the tip of Brian’s cock, licking around the head. It DID taste sweet and I took more of the ebony shaft in my mouth. I could feel it swell and begin to grow. As I continued sucking on it, I looked up at Bri. His eyes were still closed but I heard what sounded like a little groan coming from him. His cock got bigger and bigger and after a minute, it was getting hard for me to get my lips around it. I backed off and was looking at 8 inches or more of fat, solid cock.

“Jose, you want some of this?”

Jose leaned around and gasped. “FUCK! Damn, that boy is packing!”

“No shit, man! You want some?”

Jose grinned. “Nah, you go ahead. You know I’m an ass man.”

I laughed and started sucking Bri off furiously, slurping all over his big meat. Sure enough, I could hear Bri definitely groaning now. I sucked and licked hard, trying to get his fat nuts to give up their load. After a few minutes, I moved my mouth down and started sucking on his low hanging nuts while I jacked his rod. Looking up, I could see Bri’s eyes open a little and his breathing got heavier. Grinning, I moved back to his cock, tonguing the head and feeling it expand more and more.

I felt Bri’s drawers move down and knew Jose was getting excited, ready to fuck his fantasy boy. Since Bri’s presence here was due to him, I decided to go ahead and let him fulfill his dream.

Taking my mouth off Bri’s cock, I pulled his underwear down his legs, lifting his feet up so that Bri was standing completely nude.

“C’mon Bri . . . time for you to give up your tight hole.”

Standing up, I led Bri over to my bed, his huge muscled ass bouncing as he walked. Lust started to overtake me and I was ready to fuck him myself, but I knew that Jose deserved the honor of taking his cherry.

“Okay Jose, he’s all yours!”

Smiling broadly, Jose pushed Brian forward on the bed so that he lay on his stomach. I hated to see that fantastic cock disappear but the sight of that fucking tight ass made it worthwhile. Jose struggled to roll Bri on to his side and said, “Riley, put some pillows under him and help me prop his ass up.”

Ahhhhh, so Jose wanted an elevated fuck! I grinned and put 2 pillows under Bri. Jose rolled him back over and that hot, sexy butt stuck up and out, ready for action. I reached over and ran my hand over those solid mounds and my lust started growing.

“C’mon, man, get to it!” I growled as Jose slowly stripped.

Jose just grinned and finished undressing. As he pulled the last of his clothes off, I realized I had forgotten just how fine a body Jose had. He was no slouch in the cock department himself and it stuck straight out now, ready to disappear between Brian’s cheeks. Grabbing a container from my dresser, he ran his hand between Bri’s ass mounds and started lubing up his hole. My eyes were riveted to Jose’s beautiful full ass. Between Jose and Bri, my cock was hard as hell and I was swimming in lust.

Jose finished lubing Bri up and poured lube over his own cock, rubbing it all over. He was breathing heavily and I could tell he was horny as hell. Moving forward, he parted Bri’s muscled ass cheeks and started to push his cock in Bri’s hole.

I could hear Bri starting to moan as Jose pushed harder and harder. His ass flexed as he struggled to get his cock into Bri’s tight hole. Finally Jose groaned, and pushed forward hard, his rock solid cock finally opening up the ass he’d wanted for so long.

“UHHH YES! FUCK!” Jose screamed as his dick sank into Bri’s hole, his pubes brushing against the jock’s ass. He paused a few moments, savoring the feeling I knew so well . . . warm, wet, tight muscle grabbing your dick, caressing it, and welcoming it home.

Jose grabbed Bri’s hips, slowly pulled his cock back from the penetrated hole and pushed it back in. Slow . . . and steady. Out . . . and in. Out . . . and in. Again . . . and again . . . and again, until he was fucking Bri’s ass in a fast, steady motion. Jose looked at me with a contented smile, breathing rapidly.

“Riley . . . fuck! . . . this is . . . god, his ass is so fucking perfect! I could fuck him forever!”

It was an incredible sight. This handsome, sexy latino was fucking one of the most muscled asses I’d ever seen. Even better, he was doing a straight, sexy, muscle boy, who was also an arrogant prick who deserved to get fucked. And fucked hard. While I’d wanted to be the one to take down Bri, I was content watching Jose fuck his virgin ass, knowing I’d get in it soon enough.

As Jose fucked Bri, I began watching his ass again. His tight butt was a sight to behold. I could feel my cock getting harder and I knew it needed to fuck too. I licked my lips and continued to stare. Sure, Bri’s ass was fantastic but Jose’s ass was pretty awesome itself. Flexing. Clinching. I remembered what it was like when I fucked it before. Tight. And wet. And warm. And right now, in front of my eyes, it was . . . available.

Grabbing the lube bottle, I moved closer to Jose. His head was thrown back, in the throes of erotic pleasure. As his muscular ass continued to clench and release, I poured the lube into my hand and began to rub it on my cock. Slowly, I reached out my hand and put it on Jose’s ass. He continued to fuck, his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of Bri’s tight butt around his cock. I rubbed Jose’s ass and ran my fingers along his crack. Jose still didn’t seem to notice as he fucked on and I poured more lube on my fingers, rubbing them up and down his ass crack. A second later, they began to penetrate his crack and reached deeper between the solid muscle mounds. I finally felt Jose’s smooth hole and held my fingers still, letting his fucking motion rub it over and over my oily fingers, slowly lubing it up. I could feel Jose start to fuck faster and I knew he was getting close to cumming.

“Shit Riley, I’m gonna cum . . . fuck . . . I’m gonna cum! FUCK!”

Moments later, Jose slammed his cock deep into Bri’s ass. Over and over again, letting his cum fly into the dark, warm recesses of Bri’s no longer virgin ass. As he concentrated on the ecstasy of his orgasm, I slipped my hard prick between his muscled cheeks, aiming the head for his hole. As Jose’s motion slowed down, I started to push into his ass. Jose could feel it and turned his head towards me.

“Fuck Riley! What the fuck are you doing? Get off me, man!”

I pushed harder, knowing that his hole would be loose right after cumming. Sure enough, my cock slipped inside in one single swoop. Jose started to struggle as I penetrated his ass. But since his cock was still inside Bri’s sexy butt, he couldn’t struggle easily.

“FUCK!! Riley!! What the hell are you doing? Don’t fuck me!”

I reached up and put Jose in a full nelson hold, effectively limiting his motion. He continued to struggle but his efforts were wasted. I was inside his hot little ass and started fucking him hard and furious. Jose started to cuss at me and scream to let him go. As I fucked on, I shifted my angle and began hitting his love nut. THAT got his attention!

“Fuck! Shit . . . Riley, stop . . . dude, stop! . . . c’monnnn . . .”

Even though he’d just cum, I could tell that Jose was starting to get hard again. With his cock still up inside Bri, he was even starting to fuck his sexy ass again. But this time, I was in charge. I was fucking him . . . and he was fucking Bri. After several minutes of intense fucking, I could feel Jose stop struggling. He was breathing heavily and starting his own fucking motion.

Jose groaned, “Riley . . . shit . . . ahhh, shit man . . .”

Little by little, I let Jose go and just continued to fuck him. He was trying to line his fuck stroke up with mine so that when he pushed his cock inside Bri, I was pulling my cock out of his ass. When he pulled his cock out, I was pushing my cock back inside his ass. Jose continued to groan as he fucked . . . and got fucked.

I glanced over in my bedroom mirror and the sight was unbelievable. Here was a white guy, with his cock fucking a hot, sexy latino, whose cock was busy pistoning in the tight, muscled ass of a drugged out black guy. Talk about a scene made in gay porn heaven!

“Sorry dude, but I couldn’t resist. You’re just too goddamn hot for your own good.” Jose didn’t say anything and just continued to fuck and be fucked. I could hear him groan every so often and toss his head back.

I fucked on but, alas, Jose couldn’t continue. His bout with Bri had worn him down and I could feel him slowing. Without a word, I pulled my cock out and Jose slowly pulled out of Bri. He stood dazed for a moment and then staggered over to the door. As he left the bedroom, I wondered if he was okay.

I continued staring at the door for a moment and then my gaze returned to the bed. That sexy motherfucker Brian was still splayed out on the bed, his hellaciously fine ass looking no worse after Jose had fucked him. The sight of that cocky, heterosexual bastard started my hormones racing again and I knew that my time had come to tear up that straight boy pussy.

I got on the bed, turned Brian over, and pulled him further up on the bed. He eyes were still closed and he seemed to still be out of it, although his arms and legs moved a little from time to time. I didn’t know if he was coming out of his stupor, but I wanted to take no chances. I had to do him, and do him quick. Jose may have wanted to fuck Bri from behind, but I was gonna fuck this sonuvabitch on his back in the good ole missionary position.

Quickly, I moved down, spread Bri’s muscular legs, and got in between them. Grabbing his ankles, I pulled them up and over so that his huge thighs rested on his chest. I glanced down and saw Bri’s hole winking at me, looking a little raw from the fucking Jose had given him. I knew Jose had cum inside his ass, so I figured I didn’t need any lube. Hard as hell, I grabbed my rod, placed it on Bri’s hole and pushed. Even though Jose had penetrated it, Bri’s hole was still tight. I had to push harder and harder and suddenly, it sank in to the hilt.

God fucking DAMNNNNN! Bri’s ass was unbelievable! It held my cock like a custom made sleeve. I’ve fucked many an ass, especially many a straight man’s ass, and Bri’s was one of the best! I leaned over, pulled my cock back, and started fucking Bri like I’d wanted to since the first time I saw him. The thrill and lust of conquering the conceited asshole coursed through me and, looking down, I started yelling at him.

“Cocky motherfucking bastard! I KNEW you’d be one good fuck! You may be an arrogant prick but you’ve got one hell of an ass!”

And that was the truth. I was fucking my cock in and out of his tight ass, speeding up, slowing down, leaning over squeezing his muscular pecs, and just generally mauling his body. Once again, I heard what I thought were moans coming from him but his tight, muscle body just lay there and let me fuck it.

Leaning over, I whispered, “Baby, you’re gonna be my regular fuck toy! Do all the women you want, but you’ll always be my straight pussy boy! This ass was BORN to fuck!”

I fucked on, sucking on his neck, kissing his thick full lips . . . all the time shoving my cock up his hole again and again. I could feel my nuts begin to tingle and I knew I was moments from coming. Normally, I’d cum up his ass but I wanted something special for this crude bitch.

I was only moments from cumming when I pulled out and kept jacking my cock. Suddenly, the first spurt flew out of my cock and splashed across Bri’s face and neck. The next two shot out and landed on his chest and stomach. Over and over I came, shooting out rope after rope of cum. I collapsed on Bri, breathing so heavily I wondered for a second whether I was having a heart attack. After a few minutes, my breathing slowed down and I sat up.

Bri was a mess, with my cum smeared all over his chest and abs. My spunk ran down his cheeks and the side of his neck. I got up slowly, looking at the hunk bastard lying on my bed. Grinning, I went out to the living room to get my camera.

Jose was sitting on the couch. He was still nude and I wondered how he was doing.

“Jose? You okay, man?”

Jose looked up at me, smirked a little bit, and nodded his head slowly.

“I’m fine, Ry. You are a prick for fucking me like that. But . . . I have to admit, it felt good.”

I smiled at Jose and said, “Like I said man, I’m sorry. You and Bri fucking just sorta overcame me and your tight, sexy ass was the closest thing to grab!”

He grinned and said, “Well, I guess you owe me, dude.” Smiling, I nodded my head. “Yeah. Maybe I do.” Jose stood up.

“So tell me, Jose . . . was Bri everything you dreamed of?”

Jose’s face lit up. “Fuck! Riley! It was fucking fantastic! I wish I could do it again and again.”

I walked over, picked up my camera, and said “Well, why don’t you, Jose? How about you fuck him again . . . and I’ll take pictures? You’d like something to remember, wouldn’t you?” I knew I had my recording but Jose didn’t need to know about that. Especially since he was on it.

Laughing out loud, Jose slapped my shoulder and said “Riley . . . dude . . . I think Bri’s up for another photo shoot. Don’t you?”

Chuckling, I nodded and followed Jose back into the bedroom.

As I said, I sure hate posing for pictures. But thinking about my time with Bri, I think I could get used to taking them. Especially if they’re of a hot, sexy, straight man. Like my good friend, Matthias.

Matthias . . . hmm . . . well . . . that’s another story.