*Author's Note: any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
Also, this story contains Male bisexuality. If male to male action offends you, please hit your backspace key now.
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The Latin beauty's full, pouting lips stretched obscenely over the thick shaft of the man's cock. She bobbed her head up and down the length of the long, thick cock. Her small hand toyed with the heavy balls while her other hand played with her hairless pussy.
When the well-muscled white man gave an unintelligible grunt, the Latin beauty giggled. She released his cock from her mouth with an audible 'pop' and let another musical little giggle escape.
Then she swiveled her leg up and over to straddle the young man's hips. Her small hand reached back and pulled her left buttock, exposing her small anus. Her right hand gripped the man's hard cock and aimed it for her tightly clenched anus.
"Ugh!" she cried out, then let a torrent of Spanish words spew from her now grimacing lips.
The thick meat slowly inched upward into the woman's straining anus. She did not let go of her buttock as inch after inch of the massive cock disappeared into her bowels. The man did little to assist his partner, other than grab her obscenely large breasts.
When she was fully impaled on the man's meat, the young beauty sat, shuddering slightly, panting. Then, with a grimace coloring her beauty, she rose up until just the head of the man's cock was still inside of her rectum.
Her descent was quicker this time, but her face still bore the strain of the sodomy. The man continued to maul her large breasts and she forced a smile to her lips.
She did pick up the pace of their anal action and was soon bouncing energetically on his fat dick. Her long black hair flew back and forth as she grunted, groaned, and cursed in Spanish.
The man grunted something unintelligible and she quickly dismounted. She again knelt on the bed next to the man and both man and woman stroked his cock until he began to spurt his semen into her open mouth and onto her face. When his fat meat had quit spurting, the man then used his fingers to scoop his own semen from her face. With a smile, he licked his fingers clean.
"Ugh!" Brandon grunted, stroked his cock to a juicy climax, and then coated his palm with his semen.
As the video changed, showing the same Latin beauty and her white male friend chatting with a Latin man, Brandon licked his palm clean. He watched for a few moments as the Latin woman and Latin man took turns sucking the white man's cock. He then clicked on the 'X' and closed the Caliente Latin Sluts video.
Brandon left his room and went to the hall bathroom. He cleaned himself up, checked that he was not leaving anything behind in the bathroom. Then he stretched out on top of the bed's thick comforter and took a brief nap.
When he woke from his nap, Brandon put his laptop computer into his footlocker. Brandon then checked all drawers of his furniture and the closet, then got on his knees and peered underneath the bed. Satisfied that he'd left nothing behind, Brandon then locked his footlocker,
"Knock knock," Berta, his landlady called out.
"Yes ma'am," Brandon called back, making sure that his snug jeans was zipped up.
Berta came in, sheet of paper in hand. Together, Brandon and Berta looked over her check list. Then both agreed that he had honored the terms of his lease agreement.
"Okay, and it was four hundred dollars security deposit," Berta mused, reaching into her jeans pocket.
"Uh, no ma'am, Ms. Mills. It was five hundred," Brandon corrected. "My lease is right here and it says 'Five Hundred.'"
"Hmm? Oh. But didn't you have trouble coming up with the full amount?" Berta asked.
"No. Must have been someone else, Ms. Mills," Brandon suggested.
With that out of the way, Brandon pulled his leather jacket on. He again wished Ms. Mills good-bye and carried his footlocker to his truck. The footlocker went into the cab of the truck, behind the seat. Then, with one last look at Roberta Jacqueline Mills and her trailer, Brandon drove away.
The road was fairly new; it had been poured when the Oil-field town of Oxmore had sprung up just seven years earlier. But already, the road was showing wear and tear; harsh frozen winters and hot, hazy summers had twisted and buckled the asphalt, pocking it here and there.
Many of the trailers along this road also showed signs of wear and tear, even though many of them had been brand new just a few short years ago. The businesses that had sprung up to feed the crews also showed signs of aging along the street. Brandon drove north until he reached Brown Bear Trail.
Brandon cock was straining in his snug jeans as he turned left at the stop sign, instead of right. His cock pulsed and strained inside of his jockstrap and jeans as he went west on Brown Bear Trail into Lilton, North Dakota. The oil rigs of Oxmore, North Dakota were almost eerie looking in the early evening, lighted by powerful lamps. The rigs looked almost life-like against the backdrop of violet skies.
Brandon drove past the two strip clubs on Decatur Street. Both promised to have the youngest and prettiest girls. He knew from experience that they did have fairly attractive girls, very high cover charges and very pricey beers.
Brandon came to the intersection of Decatur Street and Farmer's Row. His destination was on the left. He wanted to turn left. He looked to the left, then to the right, to the left again, then drove straight.
In the parking lot of an adult bookstore, Brandon sat, trying to get his breathing under control. Then, with a glance around, Brandon backed out of the parking lot and drove east on Decatur Street. Again at the intersection of Decatur and Farmer's Row, Brandon steeled himself and turned right.
His cock ached in his snug jeans. Brandon drove past Jubilee, noting the number of trucks in the parking lot. He wanted to turn his wheel to the right, park in the space next to the large Ford pickup truck. He wanted to unzip his leather jacket, show off his bright red wife beater shirt, model his muscular chest. He wanted to show off his snug jeans. He wanted to saunter up to the bar, his taut buttocks clearly outlined in the faded blue jeans as he walked, and order a beer.
He drove past Jubilee and pulled into the parking lot of Redwood Bar. Redwood had two trucks, but both trucks looked fairly new. Brandon decided that he would go in, see what was going on. Then, if he didn't like the action in Redwood, he'd go down to Jubilee and see what he could find there.
His cock twitched and jerked as he turned off the engine of his Chevy pickup. His anus clenched as he thought about finding a handsome young man in Redwood, they'd talk, get to know one another, then they'd dance to some good Country & Western music. Hopefully Brandon's new friend would have a place of his own and they'd go to his new friend's place and they'd slowly kiss each other while undressing each other. Then Brandon would suck his first cock ever. He would run his tongue up and down the length of his friend's cock, savoring the taste of the sexy young man's sweat, his soap, his excitement. Brandon would savor the feeling, the texture of his friend's hot, throbbing meat as it filled his mouth.
Then, with a groan, his friend would empty his balls into Brandon's hot mouth. Brandon would taste his friend's semen. He would hold it in his mouth, tasting the saltiness, the bitterness of his friend's semen.
Then, his friend would take Brandon's cock into his hand and stroke it a few times. He would put his mouth over the head of Brandon's cock and Brandon would shudder and groan as his friend's wet mouth would swallow more and more of Brandon's meat.
After swallowing all of Brandon's dick juice, his friend's cock would again be nice and hard. He would make Brandon get on his hands and knees on his neatly made bed. Brandon would grunt out as his new friend would grease up his hole, first with two greasy fingers, then with three fingers.
Then, when Brandon's cock would be hard and throbbing again, his new friend would take him. He would grab Brandon's hips and shove his cock into Brandon's hole. Brandon would cry out, but his new friend would be too excited to care. He would just pluck Brandon's virginity with an almost callous brutality.
Brandon stepped out of the truck. He walked toward the front door of the bar.
"Give me your fucking keys, cock sucker," someone ordered.
Brandon felt the muzzle of the gun in his back. He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and handed the keys over his shoulder.
