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When I met Kirk, he was twenty-six and I was thirty three. Now that we have been together for six years, we look back and wonder why either of us had the patience to pursue a relatioship with each of us being so very different.

The first sex we had together was not particularly great. It was just okay. The second time, it was even less intense, so I withdrew and made a decision not to see him again. He had the looks that I like in a guy. He was small framed, short at five foot four, with a face of an Adonis.

His hair was a little less than shoulder length with loose curls at the ends and little waves throughout it. If I could have found anything wrong with him after seeing him one time, it would have been that his ass was too flat. He had muscular, narrow buttocks and left the seat of his pants loose fitting while filling out the rest of them nicely.

After not seeing him for three weeks, we ran into each other at a local bar. I was still attracted to him and couldn't resist buying him a drink and starting a conversation. When the subject came up, I was honest and told him that I thought our sex was barely lukewarm. I wasn't sure what the problem was and certainly didn't blame him for it, but he agreed that it wasn't great.

After a few sips of his rum and coke, he told me that he liked a little language abuse while engaged in sex. I had never been into namecalling or even swearing much, but decided it was worth a try. I went home with him that night and again, it was awkward because I didn't know how far I should go with the language abuse. However, I did notice that when I called him 'my dirty little slut' that he was more responsive and began pushing his ass up to meet each of my thrusts.

We began dating again, with both of us still seeing others, and as we got more and more familiar with one another, I learned that he did not like physical abuse but almost everything else was a turn-on for him. He loved following orders, he admitted. He liked being ordered to do almost anything. He loved it when guys made him lick their armpits or their assholes. He loved having guys spit in his face while fucking him and admitted that he liked takeing gobs of their spit in his mouth. He didn't have a foot fetish, but if a guy liked having his toes sucked, he loved doing it because he loved making men feel good and giving them what they wanted.

I wasn't comfortable with most of those things. I tried the namecalling and verbal abuse, but even that was mild according to him.
When finally after several more weeks of dating he wanted me to piss on him, to make him drink my piss. I was sure I was done with him for good. At the same time, he told me that the thing that turned him on most was getting fucked with people watching.

"When I go to the baths, I always ask the guy I'm with to leave the door open so when other men wander by, they will stop and watch me getting laid. It drives me crazy," he had told me.

We took another couple weeks off without seeing each other. I loved almost everything about him, but couldn't get over his kinkiness.

It was on a Thursday night when I decided that we were total opposites. I was a voyeur and not at all comfortable with being an exhibitionist. Still, I couldn't get him off my mind and eventually I called him.

He asked me if I would go to a sex party with him and watch him suck cock and get fucked. Because I love sucking cock myself and fucking cute guys, I quickly agreed to go. It was that night that our friendship became a long-term relationship.

People sucking cock were all over the place. The host had asked that anal sex be confined to the mats that he had placed around the pool and the hot tub. There were a dozen or more mats in various places.

Kirk and I separated quickly at the party. I was the first to drop to my knees and suck on a guys semi-erect cock. I brought him to a full erection almost immediately, but he, like so many others, didn't want to cum. So, I moved from cock to cock, sucking, getting my own cock sucked and finally taking a twenty year old to the most private mat I could find. I heard lots of grunting and groaning of others getting laid around me and the guy I was with ejacutlated on my stomaach after sitting on my cock for only a couple of minutes.

When he left, I sat up on the mat with my arms around my knees wondering where Kirk might be. I hadn't seen him since we arrived.
I was surprised when he walked past me with a tall Arab-looking guy with lots of dark black facial hair. Kirk was wearing a jock strap, something that the host had suggested for guys that were exclusively bottoms. Mohammed was naked and his thick, eight inches was dangling between his meaty thighs.

Somehow, I knew that Kirk would choose the mat right next to the one I was sitting on. He leaned over and kissed me and introduced me to the man as his lover. I couldn't understand the man's name so from the minute we met, I have always referred to him as "Mohammed." We shook hands awkwardly as Kirk knelt on the mat next to mine and waited for Mohammed to turn toward him. Instantly, he took the big dark cock in his mouth and Mohammed grabbed his hair and pulled his face forward, shoving the cock deep into Kirk's throat. It pissed me off a little, but Mohammed then turned to me and grinned then started face-fucking Kirk, not forcing it all the way down his throat each time, but still, once in a while, he pushed it in, closing Kirk's air passage.

"Do you like that bitch?" Mohammbed asked Kirk.

Kirk took his mouth off of the cock long enough to say yes and then they were at it again. "Move between my legs and lick my hairy balls," the Arab ordered.

Kirk was obedient and did as told. He licked at the hairy nut sac, sucked each of the big nuts individually and then forced both of them into his willing mouth.

"Lick my ass you nasty little tranmp," Mohammed ordered.

"Yes, Master. Thank you Master," Keith responded as he repositioned himself so that he could gain access to the Arab's asshole. Mohammed leaned forward, putting his face close to mine.

"You have a hot fucking little slave boy here, Mister. You are a lucky man," he said softly, almost in a whisper.

"Yeah...ah, yea...I know...I guess," I stammered.

"Do you want to lick my ass also?" the man asked.

I was taken back a little. "No, no, I think Kirk can handle that just fine all by himself," I muttered.

Mohammed ignored me and quickly began talking to Kirk. "Lick my ass you little worm. Tongue that hole out good. Get it nice and clean for me. Maybe I'll let you suck my cock some more if you do a good job on my ass. You like it don't you, you fucking little slut. You're gonna do exactly what you're told to do, fuck-face," Mohammed said loudly as a crowd of onlookers grew closer.

I heard someone ask if I would share my mat. I didn't even look at them but merely nodded and soon there was a man on either side of me, stroking their cocks as they watched.

Mohammed pushed his ass backward, forcing Kirk back until finally, Kirk fell backward on the mat and Mohammed pushed his ass down on Kirk's face. "Suck that ass, bitch. You love a big hairy ass, don't you bitch?" Mohmammed said loudly, loving the crowd that had gathered as much as Kirk was.


Kirk muttered something unintelliglible as he took long sweeps up and down the hairy ass crack, paushing to push his tongue into the center, making little noises of appreciation as he licked and rimmed.


"That's right, you fucking cocksucking, ass licking fuckhole! Slurp that good stuff up. Make me know you like it. Make all these people watching you lick my ass know how much you appreciate me for letting you feast upon my big, hairy ass. You know what sloppin' a pig sounds like. Well, that's the sound you need to make while you're eating out my asshole," Mohammed said boldly.

Kirk made lots of grunting and slurping sounds as he reached down and began stroking his own cock.

"When I get tired of you eating my ass, what do you want next?" Mohaammed asked.

Kirk lifted his face to speak quickly. I want you to fuck me Sir. My ass is your ass," Kirk responded.

"Well fuck! I'll be damned. Everybody can see that! Maybe I'll make you beg for my cock in your ass. Would you like that?" Mohammed asked.

"No sir. I want it really bad. I'm ready for you to fuck me Master," Kirk responded.

"What do you think? Should I make him beg for it?" Mohammed asked, looking directly at me. I said, "I think he's ready. guy. He said he wants it."

But, my sounds were drowned out by the men on either side of me and the crowd amongst us. "Yea! Yeah, Make him beg for it," they cheered.

This was going farther than I had anticipated. I lost my hardon briefly just from the discomfort I felt from watching them all humiliate my lover in front of me.

"Throw your legs up in the air and show everybody your twitching little boypussy," Mohammed ordered loudly.

Kirk picked his legs up and Mohammed held him by the ankles, exposing Kirk's asshole. As Kirk continued to slobber his face between the cheeks of Mohammed, the big man spoke again.

"How many of you think I ought to give this little fucker what he wants right now?" Mohammed asked the crowd of people.

They responded with both yeahs and nays.

"Oh my little piggy needs to be fucked. If I don't do it someone else will. Don't you think he deserves a big Arab cock up his ass?" Mohammed asked.

Again, the crowd was split on the loud vote.

"Okay, get on your hands and knees like the little dog bitch you are and play with your slopply little cunt for me. Show me you how much you really want it," Mohammed ordered.

Kirk moved quickly onto his hands and knees and with his right hand, reached back and began playing with his hole. He spread it open as much as he could with two fingers, then spit into his hand and began massaging his tiny, wrinkled hole again.

"How important is it that I fuck you tonight?" Mohammed asked.

"I need it Sir. Please fuck me, Sir," Kirk said softly.

"I'm ready to fuck. It's the crowd of onlooker here that are making you wait. You need to convince them that you need it real soon. Talk to them. Say it loud and clear. Tell them how fucking despeate you are to have my cock up your ass," Mohammed ordered.

As Kirk continued to play with his ass, he said loudly, "Please, tell him to fuck me. I need his cock," he said in a somewhat louder voice.

"Fuck you. For a bitch that claims they have to be fucked, you're not very convincing. What do you thing everyone?" Mohammed asked the crowd. "Did everyone hear the little slut?"

"NOOOOO!" the crowd roared. I was silent, nodding my head, hoping it would end soon. I had lost my erection again. I was tolerating the name calling all right but I hated the humiliation. I wanted to grab Kirk and carry him away.

"THEY CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Mohanmmed shouted to Kirk.

"Please! Everyone. Tell him I am begging to be fucked. Please! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK ME MASTER!" Kirk said, his voice growing louder with each word he spoke.

Some of the crowd laughed and others yelled "Fuck him!: The slut's gonna have a stroke if you don't stick the probe in him."

"Is there someone else that out there that desserves to be fucked more than this little tramp?" Mohammed asked.

Several men raised their hands, all of them willing to let the Arab fuck them. Mohammed looked around. "You...Yeah you, in the pink jockstrap. Come over here and lets see what kind of a cocksucker you are," he ordered.

A young boy, possibly stil a teenager, came forward and dropped to his knees. As Kirk continued to play with his own asshole and Mohammed supported his own weight by keeping his hands flat on the mat, the boy leaned forward and began sucking his cock. Ever so slowly, Mohammed said, "Ahh, good cocksucker," as he slid his body to the side, lying next to Kirk.

"Lie on your back and Keep playing with your ass while this boy sits on my cock," Mohammed ordered.

Keith looked heartbroken, but he did as he was told. The boy slid his ass down on the big cock, pain showing in his face. He whimpered a little but he finally sat impaled on the cock with tears in his eyes.

"How's that feel, boy?" Mohammed asked.

"It hurts. It's big," the boy responded. The crowd chortled.

"Okay, you're not the one. Get up and go back out there and send me someone that wants to be fucked more than this little fucker lying next to me," Mohammed shouted, sounding almost angry.

The boy walked away embarrassed and another one came forth. The second guy was older, possibly in his late thirties. He sat down on the cock, taking it deep in one swift move. He looked proudly at the crowd and held his sizeable hardon in his grip as thogh he had just won a contest.

"Mohammed said, "No, you're not the one. You're fuckhole is too loose for me. Who's been fucking you anyway?" Mohammed asked.

The man left in humiliation. He glared back at both Kirk and Mohammed as he walked awaay.

"Okay, Kirk, If you're man enough to suck the dirty slime off my cock left by those other to pussies, then its all yours," Mohammed announced.

Without hesitation, Kirk sat up, grinned at me and then leaned forward and took the big cock deep in his throat. He sucked it with as much enthusiasm as he had done before, cleaning it, licking it, smiling at the crowd and glancing at me from time to time. the crowd made a noise, a mixture of cheers and snorts of disgust.

"Okay, sit on it little pussy boy," Mohammed said loudly.

Kirk grabbed some lube from the edge of the mat and put it in his ass. He hesitated as though he were thinking of putting it on Mohammed's cock also, but decicded to give himself another finger load before tossing it aside and straddling Mohammed's cock.

I watched Kirk as he aligned himself with the big meat and lowered himself fully onto it. As though afraid Mohammed might change his mind, he didn't pause at all. Once the head popped past his sphincter, he smiled at me and slowly lowered himself the rest of the way now. When he was fully impaled on the cock, he turned to look at Mohammed's prone body and said "May I face you Sir."

"Have it your way little whore boy. Kirk slowly turned on the cock, taking his time to repositon his legs until he had his back to the crowd and me. He waated no time in raising himself up and down again, taking every inch of what Mohammed had to offer.

"Is that as good as you hoped it would be?" Mohammed asked. He seemed serious and his voice was more gentle now.

"Yes, Master. It's beautiful," Kirk said loudly.

Mohammed let Kirk bounce up and down for several minutes before ordering him on his back. The Arab reentered him, fucking him only briefly before ordering him to get on his stomach.

Mohammed withdrew and Kirk moved to his stomach. Mohammed again reentered him and began fucking Kirk with much more force than before. Kirk grunted each time the bigger body slammed against him, but Mohammed paused a couple of times to ask if wanted him to continue.
Both times, the answer from Kirk was a firm "yes sir" and the ass pounding continued.

"Do you want me to cum in your ass?" Mohammed asked loudly.

"Yes Sir," Kirk shouted out breathlessly.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth, bitch?" Mohammed asked, just as loudly.

Kirk looked confused but again he answered, "yes,Sir."

Mohammed held Kirk tightly in his arms and rolled the two of them to their sides, his thrusts slowing now. Kirk groped his own cock and began moving his hand back and forth on it. "Are you going to cum, Master?" Kirk asked.

"Yes, I'm close. Real close," Mohammed said.

"OHHHHH, YES MASTER, YOUU MAKE ME CUM," Kirk shouted aa he spilled his seed out onto the mat beneath him.

"AHHHH, AH, AH, AH, ARGHHHHH," Mohammed grunted as he seeded Kirks willing receptacle. He was still spewing his seed as he pulled it from Kirk's ass and pushed it into his mouth. Kirk sucked the slimy cock, licking up the warm goo with his usual sounds of cock worship. He was a happy and satisfied lover.

Kirk and I stayed for two more hours after his encounter with Mohammed. Several men offered to fuck him, but he held out until the host, Luke and his partner, James, offered to share him.

I ended up fucking once more and getting finished in time to watch Kirk take the two men on with the same passion he had shown with Mohammed. When we drove home, we knew that we had found each other for a reason. I didn't fuck him until after we had slept for ten hours, and even though it wasn't a crowd-gathering performance, it was delivered with love. Kirk admitted that the love he enjoyed from our relationship was almost as exciting as getting fucked by a stranger,

I had learned to love watching others have sex in porn theatres. The sex on the screen was a big turn-on for me, but watching guys sucking each other off in a public theatre really got me excited. A few times when guys actually fucked one another, I barely had to touch my cock and I was ejaculating all over the place.

Kirk and I still have what most people would consider vanilla sex, but watching him have sex with other men gives us both what we need. He gets lots of abuse and I get to watch it. I don't know why it excites me, but it does and I no longer question it.

As our relationship grows, we have learned that watching him get fucked my men of color is now my favorite pasttime. Watching him step into the shower and seeing him sit on the shower floor with his face turned up and his mouth wide open, willing to drink another man's piss, is something I had once thought was just too nasty to even consider watching. But, loving him as I do, makes me want to do whatever it takes to make him happy.