Minutemen - Banging Illegals

Note : This story is completely fictional!

The heat shimmerered on the asphalt, the road stretching away to both horizons in a straight monotonous line. Parked by the side of the road was a Ford pickup, with a cap over the back. A sign on either door, handwritten in black marker on white bond paper, and affixed with masking tape, declared "Minutemen Welcome Wagon". Beside the truck stood two men, looking south to the shimmering horizon. A tall American Indian in white t-shirt, worn jeans, and suede cowboy boots, his long black hair reaching the middle of his back, spat a wad of tobacco on the ground.

"Shit, it's hot". Sparrowhawk - known to all as Hawk - pulled off his t-shirt and wiped his face, his smooth lean torso glistening with perspiration. He threw his shirt in the open window of the truck, and scanned the desert scrub along the horizon. "Where's those damn wetbacks?" he muttered.

"Patience", said his companion, an African-American dressed in a blue denim shirt and button-fly Levis. Leroy raised his binoculars, scanning the desert for signs of illegal border crossers. He was going to add something, when he froze, a glint of light attracting his attention in the distance. "Showtime", he announced, climbing into the pickup. He pulled a rifle from the gun rack at the back of the cab as Hawk climbed in and turned the ignition. He turned the pickup southwards, and soon they were barreling over the dry ground through the sage and scrubgrass.

They soon reached two men walking northwards towards them, their position betrayed by the chrome belt buckle one of them wore. As they drew within sight, the men bolted, running westward over the rough terrain. As they reached a deep gully, Leroy only prevented their escape by firing a rifle shot into the air. The men stopped, their arms raised in the air. Hawk maneuvered the pickup beside them, and the two minutemen dismounted, directing the Mexicans to stand beside the truck.

"Strip", Leroy ordered, "Ustedes desnuda". The pair hesitated, until their captor raised his rifle and shouted "Now!". With resignation they removed their footwear and stripped off their shirts and jeans. Hawk forced them to stand against the truck, their hands placed on the hot metal roof, before he searched their belongings. He threw their clothes in a cardboard box, keeping two Mexican ID cards. He slapped the younger one on the back of the head, and told Leroy "Says here this one's called Pablo, and this other motherfucker's called Jaime."

Pablo was thin with a shock of thick wavy black hair, and a wisp of black hair on his upper lip posing as a moustache. His chest was smooth, but a trail of black hair began at his navel, disappearing into his blue and white striped bikini briefs. His legs were hairy. Hawk grabbed one of his ass cheeks and squeezed. "Nice bubble ass," he murmured.

His older companion Jaime was hairier, a patch of thick black hair centred on his chest, and a carpet of fur descending in a triangle over his belly from his navel. He was muscular and fit, his handsome face darkened by the shadow of two-day-old stubble. He had stripped down to a grey pair of athletic boxers that hugged his round ass tightly.

Hawk stuffed the ID cards in his back pocket and pulled two bottles of warm water from the front seat of the truck, giving one each to the two men. They emptied the bottles greedily as Leroy and Hawk watched. "Better get them in the truck," Hawk indicated to his buddy. He approached Pablo, and stripped off the young Mexican's briefs. The latino began to struggle and protest, but a sharp elbow blow to his ribs quieted him. The trail of black hair from his navel blossomed into a thick shroud of black hair that surrounded his uncut cock and two fat balls. Jaime tried to avoid looking at his young friend, and stood passively as the Indian tore down his grey briefs. Unlike Pablo, Jaime's foreskin did not fully cover his glans, but he shared his compatriot's heavy balls.

Hawk nudged the two men to the back of the truck, while Leroy kept his rifle trained on their captives. As they got to the back, and Hawk dropped the tailgate, the two Mexicans froze with surprised confusion. In the bed of the pickup was a stained boxspring mattress. The athletic Indian pushed them forward, and the two clambered up on the mattress, sat down, and turned to face their interrogators.

Leroy smirked, and ordered to Jaime, "Mama su polla - suck his cock". The two naked hispanics looked at Leroy and at each other in shock, their jaws slack in bewilderment. "You too," he spat at Pablo, "sesenta y nueve, 69". The men sat frozen until Leroy raised his rifle to signal his resolve. Pablo looked at the black gringo, and deciding his seriousness, turned to Jaime and gently pushed his stunned friend onto his back, his head nearest the tailgate. The younger Mexican straddled Jaime's face, and lowered his head to his crotch, tentatively licking the exposed glans. Slowly Jaime wrapped his arms around Pablo's waist for support, and raised his head to lick the boy's limp cock.

"Yeah, that's it, muy bueno," Leroy encouraged, stroking the hard log in his jeans. Hawk had opened his fly and pulled his long hard cock out, stroking it as he watched the two distraught Mexicans attempt to suck each other.

Although Jaime's efforts were tepid, and despite his efforts not to respond, Pablo's cock soon began to react to the wet stroking of Jaime's tongue. He struggled to stay limp, but his cock slowly stiffened and lengthened, the foreskin slipping back from the glans, until Jaime could rest his head on the mattress and still tongue the tip of his young friend's engorged tool. In spite of his own mortification, there was something arousing about the sight, smell, and taste of Pablo's stiff meat, and in combination with the wet roughness of Pablo's tongue washing his glans, Jaime too felt his cock start to harden.

Hawk grinned at Leroy, then stuffed his free hand down the front of his buddy's jeans to grab a handful of throbbing black cock, while jacking his own thick pole. The sight of Pablo's smooth bubble ass raised in the air, his balls hanging down over his friend's face, his hard cock pointed towards Jaime's mouth, was intoxicating. He pulled Leroy's fuckpole out of his jeans, the throbbing head extending above the waistline, pressed against his belly. A stream of clear precum pumped from the cockslit and ran down the exposed black shaft. The Indian turned his attention back to the 69ing latinos, and popping the top button on his jeans stepped out of his jeans and briefs. It was relatively cool standing in the shadow of the truck, and the wind felt cool on his firm ass and his sweaty balls, his long black hair brushing against his back in the breeze.

He went over to the fornicating Mexicans, and pushed down on Pablo's ass, forcing his latin cock into Jaime's face. The older man turned his face, reluctant to do more than lick his young companion's tool. "Deeper, mas profundo", Leroy ordered him. Hawk grabbed the uncut pole and pushed it against Jaime's closed mouth, trying to force it in. After some minutes, the struggling Mexican gulped for air, and felt the rigid pleasurestick slide in, gagging as it bottomed out in his throat. The boy gasped as he felt his cock enveloped in the Jaime's wet warmth. He felt he should return the favour, and opened his own mouth to swallow Jaime's fat, pulsing cock. A muffled grunt from Jaime told him his friend appreciated it as much as he did. He began to fuck his partner's mouth, his ass bobbing in the air as he flexed his hips.

Now that his two latino captives were fully absorbed in their cocksucking, Leroy set aside the rifle, and stripped off his shirt and jeans, relieved to have his fat cock completely freed from his pants. Unlike his lean, athletic companion, Leroy had a muscular, powerful build. His deep ebony skin was smooth, except for the patch of wiry hair in his crotch. As he squeezed his cut fuckstick, another stream of clear fluid leaked out. He caught the salty stream in his hand, and lubed the mushroom head of his cock with it.

The Indian cockjacker spread Pablo's ass cheeks to reveal the brown buttonhole of his fuckchute in his smooth crack. He nodded to Leroy - "Take a look at this sweet asshole". He pushed his thumb against it, and it spasmed as the boy grunted a protest. He massaged the hole lightly, letting Pablo experience the pleasure center he never knew existed. As the latin cocksucker relaxed, Hawk pushed gently, and his thumb slipped past the sphincter and into the fuckhole. "Shit, this is tight", Hawk informed Leroy. Pablo squirmed, and pushed back, forcing Hawk's thumb in deeper. "The little fucker is primed for it too - fuck, I gotta bust this cherry." He went to the front of the truck, returning with a bottle of lube from the glove box. Both men climbed in the back of the truck to join the Mexicans.

Hawk spread Pablo's asscheeks again, then let a stream of lube flow down his crack, where it pooled in the dimple of his asshole. He started to work it in, opening up the young hispanic's ass with two fingers, without any protest this time. When the fucktunnel was slick with lube, he emptied another stream of it on his hand, and stroked his cock with his slippery hand.

Leroy had positioned himself between Jaime's legs, and grabbing a handful of Pablo's hair began to coax his pole into the young Mexican's mouth, beside his friend Jaime's pleasurestick. Pablo's jaw widened as he tried to accept the black cock snaking its way in. Jaime's fat Mexican cock already filled his mouth, and it didn't seem possible to take Leroy's ebony meat as well, but gagging, he finally felt the muscular black man's pole bottom out in his throat, Leroy's wiry pubic hair pressed against his nose.

Just as he accommodated Leroy's manpole, he felt something blunt and thick push against his asshole, bigger than before. Hawk muttered "I'm going to bust this boypussy wide open", then in Spanish "Te voy a chingar a lo duro" (I'm going to fuck you hard). Pablo twisted and tried to scream, but the gringos had him pinned. He felt himself break into a cold sweat, squeezing his eyes shut as Leroy ground his pubes against his face.

Hawk pushed his cockhead gently against Pablo's hole, his hands on the boy's hips to steady himself and give him leverage. He felt the winking hole yield slightly to his lubed glans, and then with greater pressure it slipped in past the sphincter. Pablo moaned below him, while Hawk's eyes rolled in their sockets as the velvet chute gripped his cockhead. He pushed in deeper, slowly letting his long cherry buster ride down Pablo's pleasurehole, until it finally bottomed out deep inside with his balls pressed against the young latino's asscheeks. Both of the boy's fuckholes were now filled with throbbing manmeat, and he moaned quietly as he felt three cocks sliding in and out of him. Yet, in spite of the Indian cock raping his virgin ass, his cock still stayed swollen within his friend's mouth.

Jaime lay entranced, watching the long lubed fuckstick slipping in and out of Pablo's tight ass. He couldn't have imagined how arousing it would be to watch his friend's ass sodomized just inches away. His cock was swollen to its maximum as he felt their black captor's cock rubbing against it in Pablo's mouth. He reached a hand up and touched Hawk's slick shaft as it hammered in and out of Pablo's ass, and then touched the stretched ring of the boy's asshole. "Los huevos - play with my balls", Hawk ordered in a husky voice, and the muscular Mexican complied.

Leroy pulled his cock from Pablo's mouth, and pulled the Mexican's face from Jaime's tool. The two men's pulsing cocks were wet with his saliva, bobbing in front of his face. Pablo's jaw ached, and though free now to speak, he was too stunned to protest the rape of his ass. The Indian had fallen into a regular rhythm, and the Mexican boy's ass had accustomed itself to the length and girth of the invading fuckpole. Leroy grabbed Jaime's legs, and pushed them back, rotating his hips forward. He spread the legs, and Pablo found himself looking at Jaime's puckered hole in his hairy crack. Leroy pushed the young hispanic's face towards the hole. Broken by his experience, he obediently tongued the sweaty hole. "Shit yeah, make the fucker eat that hole," Hawk said. "Fuck, I can't take much more of this tight hole - I'm going to be making him into a man soon."

"Yeah, breed this fucking wetback, fill him with your nut, my man," Leroy rasped, watching his buddy ride Pablo while the young latino tongue fucked his older friend. A stream of precum ran from Leroy's cockhead, down Pablo's cheek and chin, and onto Jaime's spasming hole. The older Mexican was squirming and moaning as his lovehole was tongued.

Leroy reached up and squeezed his Indian buddy's brown nipples, feeling them harden. Hawk's long black hair was flowing across his back as he banged the Mexican ass with his swollen cherry buster, his tight balls fingered by Jaime. He grasped Pablo's shoulders, and thrust himself as deep into the boy as possible, his body suddenly stiffening. "Fuck, shit, I'm gonna shoot, this boyhole is milking my cock!" he shouted through gritted teeth. He held his cock there as his balls began to spasm, firing his white hot cum deep inside the latino fuckwhore. He shot wad after salty wad, until finally he slumped, his heart beating wildly, his skin dripping with sweat, and pulled his satisfied cock out of the no longer virgin hole. As he withdrew it, a thick wad of hot cream slid from the ravaged hole, down the boy's balls and raging cock, and into Jaime's cock-filled mouth.

"Shit, I need some of that action", Leroy announced, and crawled over the mattress as Hawk moved away from Pablo's ass. The horny black's cock was slick with precum, and the lube applied by Hawk, and his creamy load, ensured the boy's ass would give Leroy's cock a slippery welcome. As the ebony fuckpole pushed against the Mexican's busted cherry, Hawk fed Jaime's cock back to the asslicker, muffling his protests. Leroy's cock was fatter than Hawk's but not so long, and Pablo grimmaced as he accommodated the second cock to fuck his ass. "O shit", Leroy murmured, "this *is* tight. Glad you didn't loosen him up too much".

Hawk grinned, and watched his buddy begin to bang the young latino's fuckpussy. As the fat black fuckpole slid in and out, it displaced Hawk's seed, pumping it out over Pablo's balls and cock, where Jaime now eagerly consumed the salty jizz.

Hawk was fingering the older Mexican's hole, and the pleasure of this asshole massage was electrifying Jaime's whole body. Combined with fucking Pablo's face, and the sight of the black gringo's big cock ravaging his young friend's tight hole, Jaime could feel his balls pulling up against his body. Then his body stiffened, and the release of orgasm began to flow from his groin through his whole body. The first shot of hot cream blasting into Pablo's mouth caught the young hispanic by surprise, and he pulled his head away, only to be blasted in the face by two quick bursts of jizz. Hawk grabbed his head and forced him back on Jaime's cock, with the rest of his comapanion's salty load filling his mouth.

The spasming of Jaime's body spurred Leroy on, and he banged the hot tight latin ass mercilessly. As the older Mexican's body relaxed, Leroy grabbed Pablo's hair and pulled him against him, his chest pressed against Pablo's smooth back. He twisted Pablo's head around and forced his mouth over the boy's, pushing his tongue into his mouth. He broke their kiss to scoop Jaime's seed off Pablo's cheek with his tongue. He knew he was about to breed the young fuckwhore's ass with his load, and slowly pulled his cock out. As his black pleasurestick's mushroom head popped out past the tight sphincter, he felt his balls begin to churn. A thick wad of creamy fuckjuice blasted against Pablo's puckered hole, and then Leroy drove back in, fucking the boy's ass with long strokes as he filled him with jizz. The stimulation had brought Pablo to the edge too, and as he felt Leroy's hot cum pumping deep inside him, his balls drew tight and emptied their load down his companion's waiting throat.

Drained dry, Leroy pulled free from the well lubed hole, breathing hard. As Pablo's own orgasm subsided, Jaime took his mouth from his young friend's cock, and pulled the boy's ass down to his face, tonguing the well-fucked hole of the black and Indian loads that slid free.

The back of the truck smelled of men and sex, and the exhausted fuckers just lay for some minutes, silent. New cum stains on the mattress recorded the afternoon's events. Eventually Hawk climbed down from the truck and disappeared, returning dressed in his jeans and with the cardboard box filled with the Mexicans' clothes. Leroy and Hawk let them dress, then gave them their IDs and bottled water, along with a map showing the best route to the city, and indicating the paths used by border control. As they said farewell, Leroy told them where they could find Hawk or himself, if they needed some minutemen-style release. The two Americans watched the Mexicans until they disappeared into the distance.

"Job well done", mused Leroy, as they climbed into the pickup cab. "Two more illegals who've learned they really shouldn't fuck with the minutemen." Hawk laughed and closed his eyes, squeezing his cock through his jeans as he relived his incredible fuck.