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Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 14:46:03 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: spring break 1

If you've read any of the history between Rafa, Dan and Cho you know that
this story will be non-mainstream.  Neither guy wants heterosexual contact.
So if homosexual stories,containing dominance, bestiality, watersports and
various other alternatives bother you or are illegal in you area get to
work and change your community and come back when you need a charge.

Spring Break

Rafa called the Friday before finals started.  He offered me a plane ticket
to Mexico City and a place to stay for a week.  We hadn't seen each other
since Christmas, his transfer had done almost as much to destroy our
relationship as the rape he suffered in our backyard.  The ten weeks he'd
been away had changed him some, he was back to giving orders that I rushed
to obey, but he was also more gentle with me when Cho wasn't part of our
play.  Rafa had left Cho with me, I suppose I should put that differently,
Rafa had left me with Cho.  The big Akita wouldn't leave anyone get near me
and I think Raa thought that he might keep me too busy to visit any of the
bars or parks looking for a new man, my ass was usually filled by my
companion at least once every two days and on occassions Cho would demand
he be allowed access more than one time on any given night.  Rafa was right
in thinking that I wouldn't be out having anyone else fuck me, but there
were a few guys that I took the opportunity to suck off in the library and
student union restrooms.

Cho was about one hundred and seventy pounds of pure possessiveness, I was
his bitch and there was nobody that could have told him differently.
Thanksgiving weekend I was stupid horny and when I found a shepard mutt
roaming the parking lots that surrounded the house I tried introducing him
into what I thought was palying in the backyard.  The mutt may have weighed
over a hundred pounds, but he was unable to defend himself against my stud.
Cho had him by the throat and was ripping it open before I was into the
yard.  The poor stray was dead within minutes, but before he gave up Cho
had taken one bite and castrated him.  The Akita looked up at me after that
with a gleam in his eyes that made me believe he had bit the mutt's balls
off as a warning to me.  We all know that animals aren't suppose to have
those types of thoughts, but standing over the dead shepard I would have
been easy to convince that Cho did, especially when he licked his snout
after swallowing.

I was distraught over what I had caused.  I hadn't intended the dogs to
fight and certainly had never planned on killing the shepard.  As much as
the Akita tried going for my ass that weekend I kept it covered with extra
layers of clothing, I didn't know whether he thought it was a prize or his
possession but I wasn'y going to let him think it was a reward for killing
another animal.  I managed to resist getting on my knees for Cho until
Sunday afternoon, by that time he was ready to mount me with only a few
quick laps at my ass.  Reading a zoophilia site on the internet I had once
read that a dog's dick keeps growing until he is five or six, well Cho was
six by this time and I was being forced to take ten inches of thick dick, a
knot and then another five inches.  Having waited an uncustomary four days
Cho pounded away on my back for much shorter than normal.  He had turned
and tied me, I thought I wasn't going to be fully satisfied until later
that day when that damn dog turned agained and without ever withdrawing
began the long, hard fuck that I needed.

When Rafa showed up at Christmas Cho must have smelled Ivan and Sean on
him, because the Akita was less possessive than he'd been around other
people.  Rafa wasn't much different from a dog himself, before he even said
hello to me he ordered me into the backyard, on my knees and nearly drowned
me in a stream of salty piss that he must have been saving from the time he
woke ten hours earlier.  Cho had never used piss to mark me, but I knew
that Rafa was marking me as his.  That dog must have understood what was
happening as well as I did, he walked behind me and lifting his leg pissed
on my ass.

I'd been gang raped by men and dogs, drank piss, bathed in piss and treated
as less than human by friends of Jesus and his brother, but that was the
first time that I had been forced to submit to a dog pissing on me.  "Looks
like Cho isn't going to share your ass with me, bitch.  I didn't come a
thousand miles to use your mouth, when he's not fucking your mouth or ass
you better keep him locked up."  For the next few hours the pair tried to
out do each other in the amount of piss they let flow over my body.  It
wasn't the best weekend I've ever had, Rafa enjoyed himself and so did Cho.
It took me two weeks to heal from the beating Rafa gave me when I didn't
get Cho in the dog run quickly enough, he had been practicing with the
whips he bought after I moved into the house and I was left with the need
to douse my back with peroxide and antibiotics.

The idea of meeting Jesus in Mexico left me with a hard dick for three
days, I finally returned his call and left a message to let him know that
I'd try to find a sitter for Cho and if I did I would join him.  I had
stopped carrying Rafa's phone since the only time he wanted to hear from me
on the cell was once a week when I was giving him a blow by blow account of
mating with Cho.  You can tell from this that although I thought he had
wanted to leave me when he accepted the transfer that we were still
connected in ways that could make either of us think that there was a
chance we would live together again.  When I arrived back at the house
after studying in the library, sucking three different cocks and drinking
one load of piss provided by a graduate assistant to the librarian there
was a message on the phone.  "I called the breeder where Fred bought Cho,
he should be coming by the house or calling to arrange a time when he can
pick up Cho.  He has three bitches in heat and will pay you two hundred
each and a pup if Cho is successful.  Your ticket, to and from Mexico
should be there tomorrow evening.  You won't need many clothes, I expect to
have you on your knees and back most of the week."

Nothing would have made me happier at that moment than a blow job.  Cho
doesn't suck or lick my dick and I wasn't going out.  I tried having dinner
and studying some more, but there was no sense in it, I was too horny.
Finally I grabbed the cell phone, dialed Jesus's number and went into the
back yard and coaxed Cho up on my back.  That's not quite right, I got on
my knees and Cho jumped up without any ccoaxing.  He didn't care that my
mouth had been used by other dicks, he never did; if I'd let somebody fuck
me it would have been different.

Mr. Benedict picked up Cho two days later, Thursday afternon after my final
exam I was on the airplane headed to Mexico.  I hadn't checked out my
tickets except to find out the time I needed to be at the airport.  Usually
when I travel I take the books I need to read with me, this time I had
decided that I wasn't loading myself down with anything other than
toiletries and extra shorts and T's.  I didn't even fill one backpack.  The
ticket agent seemed to think that was funny, so did the stewardess when I
sat down in first class.  I had gone to Acapulco twice for spring break,
any term of extreme pleasure you'd like would cover the experience.  Both
times I had found a dancer at one of the clubs that wanted to fuck me two
or three times a day while I was there and go home with me for more.

There in first class stood the first of the two guys.  Jaimie could fuck
with the best, I hadn't expected more than an evening's entertainment when
I took him off the bar counter and stroked his hard dick in front of the
crowd.  I'm not prejudiced and I don't even presuppose physical
characteristics of people with different racial or ethnic backgrounds, but
most Mexicans I've been with are between six and seven inches long.  That
is fine with me, I find six to seven inches to be a good size for all night
sucking.  It also isn't a bad size to have up your butt as long as it has a
mormal circumference.  While Jaimie had been dancing his dick had appeared
to be in the range I expected, I could see that he had a condom wrapped
around his balls and shaft to keep him hard so I didn't expect any more
dick.  I was pleasantly surprised when he grew another two inches in my
hand and whispered that he might have a few more centimeters he could give
me when he took off the condom.

When the other passengers were settled in their seats Jaimie came to my
seat and spoke with me.  He wasn't just being professional or nice, I could
see that he was straining against the blue material of his uniform.  If
there had been a place I would have offered him a quick blow job or fuck
before we got off the ground.  Throughout the first hour in flight Jaimie
made certain that he pressed his crotch up against me every chance he had,
I thought he wanted me to suck him in front of the other passengers, but it
was his job and I wasn't going to endanger it even if he was too horny to
care.  Everyone in first class was eating when I saw the chance to catch
him in the galley by himself.  I was eager to taste the big loads I
remembered him shooting, his cum had a distinctive sweet taste that made me
think he drank a lot of soda.

Before I could sink to my knees and pull his dick free Jaimie pushed me
across the aisle of the plane and into the lav.  He let me suck on him for
a few minutes and then pulled me up and bent me over to fuck.  Using only
spit for lube Jaimie plunged into me harder than ever.  I gasped, only to
feel his hand curl around my mouth.  Jaimie couldn't take his time, he had
to get back to his work.  I didn't count, but I doubt he hit me with twenty
strokes before he was flooding my ass.  Unbelievably enough I felt every
drop of cum hitting the inside of my colon, by the time I'd counted five
splats I was shooting too.  When he pulled out I sank to the cold metal
seat to rest.  I was used to Rafa using my mouth to clean off his dick
after he fucked me and half-expected Jaimie to do the same, I don't know
why he had always been too sweet to do that, but he turned to the sink and
rinsed off and then dried his cock with paper towels.  "Amigo, I need to
pee.  Spread your legs."  I guess he didn't think I could move.  But I
could and did, taking the head of his dick in my mouth and holding it
gently I waited to see if he got the message or I would have to beg.  I got
that load of piss and another after the pilot told the passengers that we
would be landing in five minutes, I had to beg in English and Spanish for
Jaimie to let me drink his orina caliente while the plane was descending.

I've hated the airport in Mexico City since the first time I went to
Cancun.  There are too many lines, too many people, too many languages,
etc.,etc..  Once I'd made it throught customs and headed downstairs I found
Rafa waiting.  When he grabbed me to hug, I was surprised that he could
tell that I had beendrinking piss.  He looked like he was going to explode
at me when Jaimie walked up and hugged him from behind.  Turning quick with
a fist raised he broke into a bigger smile than I'd seen since the day he
was dog-raped. "Jaimie, eso esta mi amigo."  I didn't know that Jesus and
Jaimie knew each other and having Jesus try to introduce me was hilarious.
When Jaimie congratulated Rafa on having a friend that drank piss straight
from the pinga he put two and two together.  "You know each other?"

"Si, I've fucked him many times."  What was Jaimie doing, Rafa was going to
get really pissed if he didn't stop talking like that?  Rafa tried being
more reasonable than I had ever seen, "Well no more, Jaimie he's my bitch."
The reaction to that was immediate, Jaimie grabbed Rafa by the arm and they
began speaking quietly into each other's ears.  "Tuesday night, Rafa?"

I didn't know what they had agreed on, but Rafa and Jaimie shook on the
idea of Tuesay night.  It was four day away and there was nothing to stop
Rafa and I from enjoying ourselves.  I had expected that we would take off
immediately for the house he had mentioned in one phone call, but we went
to the Zona Rosa and had dinner.  Rafa seemed like he was still a bit angry
at me about Jaimie, but during dinner he had regained some of his old
swagger and took the opportunity to show off my willingness to do whatever
ordered to do.  I wasn't happy to be in a strange country kneeling beneath
a table in a crowded restaurant licking salsa off his shoe, but whatever he
demanded I would do.  Rafa had ordered desert and the waiter had left our
table when Rafa picked up my beerglass and left the table.  He got back to
the table at about the same time as his desert.  Setting my glass on the
table he ordered me to drink. As soon as I put my hand on the glass I knew
why.

The thought of sitting in the middle of two hundred people drinking his
piss was not humiliating, it was exciting for me to think that Rafa wanted
everyone in the city to see me quenching my thirst with his waste.  I had
travelled commando, the erection caused by the order must have made my
balls and dick visible to a number of people, including the children
running between tables.  All it would have taken for me to splatter the
sidewalk under my seat was one of the dogs I saw wandering throught the
area to stick its nose under the table.  I finished one glass without
stopping, smiling at me Rafa took the glass and headed to the restroom
again.

We spent a few hours in a couple different bars, talking about what we
could do in the next few days.  Everytime my glass was empty, Rafa took
care to fill it personally.  How he had gotten that much control over
pissing is beyond me, I either piss or don't, I can't let out just a
glassful at a time.  Between a few beers and glass after glass of Rafa's
piss I was feeling quite drunk.  It was about eleven o'clock when we
stumbled down the stairs and crept into one of the green and white
Volkswagen taxis.