Sixty-Six

(for ChaSIR, the King)

He is my King. He is everything.

I stand here, in the servant's dungeon beneath the King's chamber. Waiting and praying. I wait, always, for the King's pleasure. I pray to serve Him faithfully. My scarred knee is shaking as I lean against the shadowy wall in the dungeon. My knee is shaking and my hand is fingering my crotch, like I do when I'm anxious.

The dungeon is full of men in states of half-dress, strong arms, soft folds of bellies, long thick thighs. Men stretching their ballsacs, fingering their assholes, sharpening their blades. Two men wrestling for the favor of the soldier's guard, in hope he'll “put in a good word.” The soldier's guard stands at his post beside the entrance to the dungeon. The soldier is beautiful. Full belly, moon-faced with a heavy beard, a bit gray. Manly and confident. Everyone around the King, it seems, is beautiful. The guard is sexy enough, I'd gladly take him deep inside me, if it wouldn't be seen as currying favor.

I'm a servant in the King's palace. One of many. A tall drink of water, but I make up for it with a round, welcome belly, hairy pecs, and the unwavering need to serve. My hair is cut short and my beard is grown long and gray. My strong faithful blade rests in its scabbard on my back. I have scars from long years of battle for the King, but men say I'm still reasonably handsome. My ass is thick, my hands are fast, and my mouth and throat are experienced, so I never get complaints.

I lean against the wall relatively alone. Another servant leans not far from me, biting his nails.

“Have you seen him yet?” the servant beside me asks without breath. He is as nervous as I am. He is barely dressed, a small ragged pair of shortened pants with the back torn out, revealing his muscular hairy ass. A bit bold, in my opinion. Too bold. I look at his tousled hair and crooked grin. Wonder how he could think he's ready to see any King, let alone The King.

“The King, I mean,” the servant adds, like I might not know who he's talking about. “You ever seen him?”

None of us know who will be called next. Or if anyone will be called next. Or if ever we will be chosen.

“I have not yet seen my Lord in person, may I be granted such joy,” I say quietly, eyes on the floor, “but I have had the privilege of seeing his likeness.”

“He's fucking beautiful, he is,” the servant says, licking his dry lips. “Those big fucky arms, that hairy daddy chest, that kissable face. And –“ He makes a crude gesture with his hands indicating a large cock. “I'd like a piece of that shit, I tell you what.”

Fury, like a dark fire, rises from my chest. My body responds without thinking. Abruptly, I turn to the other servant and punch his face hard. He hollers, recoiling with pain and shock, falling against the cold wall. Several other servants grow quiet and turn to see the newest drama. A few laugh.

“Fuck!” the man says. “What did you do that for?” He daubs at his nose, but there's no blood there.

I grumble at him. Is this idiot even worth it? “You're lucky I didn't draw my sword,” I say quietly, looking deep into his eyes with my eyes of fire. He is tense, pissed off for a moment, but slowly he seems to understand, and softens.

“Didn't have to hit me so hard, cunt,” he says rubbing his face. I offer my hand to him and help him stand upright again. “You'll get worse than that, if you don't mind your place,” I say. “A servant speaks always with reverence of the King,” I say. Jesus, he should know this. “You are nothing. I am nothing. He is everything. He is... the King.”

“Well, aren't you earnest,” the servant jibes, quickly backing away to avoid any further remonstrance from me.

“When it comes to the King,” I say, leaning back against the wall, “everything is earnest. I live to serve the King.”

There is commotion at the dungeon door. A well-dressed servant has stepped inside and is talking to the handsome soldier guarding the door. They are too quiet to hear. The man I struck leans against the wall, watching. The other men have grown silent. All eyes are on the two at the door. When the well-dressed servant steps back out, he closes the door with a heavy thud.

“The King desires the service of number sixty-six,” the guard says loudly.

The whole room groans and sighs. The two men resume their wrestling.

“Damn it!” the servant I struck barks. “Thirty-five,” he says, resigned. He turns around and clunks his forehead against the wall dejectedly.

I stride to the soldier at the door. “I am sixty-six,” I say, looking directly into the soldier's eyes. The soldier looks me up and down, and smirks a bit. He knows what the King likes. He opens the door and steps through. “Follow me,” he grunts.

As the door closes, I hear the guy I struck, mumbling to himself, “Lucky son of a bitch!”

I take a deep breath. My heart pounds. My light white cotton shirt, open all the way, shows my hairy chest and soft round belly. I have heard the King likes that style. The very thought of meeting the King gets me hard, and it shows, but my pleasure is nothing. The King's pleasure is everything. I dust off my pants, which I have painstakingly stitched and groomed for this meeting, adjust my hard cock so it's not obscene. My sword hangs heavily from my back, sharp and deadly, ready for the King's bidding.

I assume I will be sent off to do battle again. I am honored. I serve at the pleasure of the King. My eyes are cast to the floor as we walk up a flight of stone steps. My shirt billows behind me as I walk, openly flaunting my soft belly and the hills of my hips. At the top of the stairs, the soldier opens a door, and I slowly step into the King's chamber, full of firelight. The soldier leaves, closing the door behind him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a fireplace roaring with a heavy popping fire. A large bed, richly covered in heavy furs, lounges in the other corner. Large chairs and overstuffed pillows.

The well-dressed servant moves to stand before me, then walks in front of me a pace, his brocaded cloak swaying softly as he walks. The stone beneath our feet clicks with each step. I cannot even feel the presence of the ceiling, it is so high above me. Like my King is high above me.

The servant stops and bows deeply. “Number sixty-six, my Lord” he announces.

As the servant moves off to one side, I step one step forward. I dare not lift my eyes, but I can see a soft golden carpet and the base of a throne of stone and wood. Two strong, beautiful feet stand before the throne, with no sandals to protect them. His feet are perfect. For a moment, looking at the King's feet, my head grows dizzy.

I bow deeply to His Majesty, mostly in reverence, a bit out of light-headedness. My cock aches in my pants. I am nothing. The King is everything.

“Take off your clothes,” the servant says.

I do not hesitate, though I do not understand the reason. I keep my eyes glued to the King's marble feet as I unsheathe my sword and lay it quietly down on the floor in front of me. I remove my scabbard and the open shirt from my white, rounded shoulders. I hear a grunt. I beg you, my Lord, please be a sound of approval, I pray. I unbuckle my pants and slide them off my full hips, struggling over my plump, ample ass, and down my long, hairy legs. I stand upright again, my hard cock getting in the way. I can't do much about that now, but I slightly arch my back hoping the King won't be displeased.

I must not look up. Instead, I dream of what I would do to those precious feet. Soft, caressing kisses on the arch. My King. My flat tongue coursing along the pad of His feet. My Lord. My hands moving along the length of His legs. He moans softly. His big toe. Deep in my tonguey, wet, eager mouth. He groans. Your Grace. His big toe, His hard needy big toe, deep in my –

“Thank you, number three,” a golden Voice says.

The servant's footsteps move away from us. A door closes.

The quiet is deafening. I breathe as softly as I can, Naked here, big man that I am. No matter what happens, I will remember this day with joy until the moment I die.

The King approaches me. He is fully naked. I see his feet. His strong, muscular, furry legs and the slight curve of his muscular, manly belly. He must be almost as tall as I am, maybe six feet. He is precisely proportioned to that hard, muscley form that sparks the urge to serve in me. His hard, veiny cock, a King's cock, worthy to sire a nation. Straight out from his dark bush of fur, a slight thick upward curve, it nearly touches my belly. I can feel his desire coming from the tip of his smooth, perfect glans aimed at my crotch. I can feel the heat and strength from that perfect projectile, his hefty ballsac full of his power, and again I begin to feel faint. I am under his royal sway. I would do anything... anything... for him.

I keep my eyes down. He slowly circles me and I can feel the heat of his body as he moves to my left, and behind me, and to my right. And in front of me again. He steps a bit closer and I can see his brawny, hairy chest. The potent curves of his muscled arms full of power and will.

For a moment, I am sure I will pass out.

The thing that awakens my senses is the fire of his touch. His touch is lightning bolts. It is shivering grace. He runs his fingertips across the hair on my chest softly. My eyes close, focusing on his touch. But in a moment, his hand drops, and grips my cock hard. I gasp, but fight against the desire to wince. I'm trying desperately to control myself, but my cock wants so bad to shoot just from the shear pleasure of the King's touch. My hard cock throbs once, twice, but does not shoot. I take deep breaths to stop the urge. The King releases my cock.

“Good,” he says to himself. He moves behind me again, dragging his fingers over my nipple, my biceps, my back. My body is a pyre, waiting to be consumed. I give it to thee, oh Lord.

“Sixy-six,” the King says. “I'm impressed by your past battles in my Name. And... I've seen you before, you know.” His touch is the greatest gift I've ever received. My brain struggles to function. “My lord?” I gasp.

“I sometimes watch my servants from afar,” the King says quietly. “From this very chamber. For my own pleasure.”

“The pleasure of the King is everything,” I say. It is a mantra keeping me from surrendering to pure ecstasy. “There is no other thing, living or dead, more urgent than the pleasure of the King.” I can barely breathe. His fingers stroke down the length of my back and rest on the upper curve of my ass. “I live to please you, Sire,” I say. “I am utterly, completely yours.”

The King's fingers move down softly into the cleft of my ass cheeks. I moan softly. The small hairs of my ass cheeks thrill at each pass of his fingers. Without thinking, and I pray not assuming too much, I move my hands to my ass and gently pull my cheeks apart. I am thoroughly prepared, cleaned and lubricated, as all good servants should be. But I never dreamed I would be so honored by the King. His strong fingers feather across my pucker, and I suck in my breath, my cock throbbing heavy against my weighty balls.

I arch my back enough to allow the King his pleasure. I feel the long, strong fingers of the King move into my hole. I bend forward, taking him. His strong fingers, it feels like two of them, but might be three, push against my pucker repeatedly, sending shivers of joy into my body. It is not for me to enjoy. It is the King's pleasure I seek. I groan and it seems to please him.

“The King desires you to do him a boon,” the King says to me, his fingers pushing against the silky strong walls of my sphincter, feeling the tight, willing heat coming from my asshole. “Will you be my champion?”

I can barely breathe. “It is...” I stumble out, “my utmost pleasure... My Lord... to serve.”

The King fucks me with his heavy fingers. He is very strong and it is slightly painful, but there is no pain when it comes to the King's desires. I take it deep. Like a man. Like a good servant takes it, with joy. Soon with each thrust of his fingers, my sphincter yields to his touch, the groans escape my lips without a fight, and I yield, I yield to the King's need. I try my best not to think of his cock entering me. I would definitely pass out.

“Do you enjoy the King's pleasure?” the King asks quietly. I feel his thick, veiny cock throb against the back of my thigh. It sends me reeling.

“I live for your pleasure,” I almost shout. And push back onto his fingers. Deep, deep, to the knuckles. Maybe a bit past. I have never done this before. It makes me cry out. The King moans luxuriously in my ear. I'm in complete ecstasy, and the pleasure is exquisite, but it is the King's pleasure that makes me moan.

“Very good,” the King says.

Without removing his fingers completely, the King moves around to the front of me, his arm stretched across my back with one fingertip pawing at my ass still. His magnificent cock is bobbing directly in front of my face. It is everything I can do not to part my lips, reach out, and take his hard, throbbing cock into my mouth. My eyes are unfocused. I am completely cock-crazed. It takes all my decades of preparation and will to resist sucking on that hard, perfect piece of throbbing, veiny man-flesh inches from my lips. For a moment, I am reminded of my dog, my hand stretched out with a morsel, saying, “Wait for it...”

“Good,” the King says. A bead of precum emerges from the tip of his cock and if something doesn't happen soon, I am definitely going to burst. The King pulls his finger from me and it feels like the grace of God leaving my body. He stands up fully, the precum on his cock begins drooling down towards the floor between us. I cannot stop staring.

Finally, I open my mouth, breathing heavily. His cock bobs slightly before my face. My head spins with a vision of the cum of the King filling my mouth, invading my throat, and filling my stomach with his power and majesty. I would drink every royal drop. But I don't take him in. I serve at the pleasure of the King. I wait. After a moment, the King takes a few steps back from me. I can't help the guttural whine that escapes my throat.

“Yes,” the King says. “I think you'll do.”

The King reaches out his hand and pulls my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. The entire universe is there. His smile is the only joy I need. I am looking into the face of God. “You will train to take a cock of my length and girth,” the King says to me. “It will take several of my men stretching you out for a while, but you must remember each time, they do so in my Name.”

“I serve at the pleasure of the King,” I say, my heart racing. I must be dreaming. I am not this fortunate.

“Yes,” the King says. “Serve me faithfully, and you shall be called to my bed some nights. But you will no longer serve me should you fail to please me.”

The thought of failing the King has never showed its ugly fearful face in me. I fall to my knees before him. “My Lord,” I say firmly, “I shall never fail you. I give myself to you body and mind, to do as you please, from this day forward.” I stare deeply into his eyes. He is dazzling. He is the sun. He is a living god. He is everything and I will serve him mightily and without fail.

“Your obedience pleases me,” the King says. He distractedly fingers his nipple as he speaks, looking over his possession with shining eyes. His cock drool touches the floor in a long thin thread of ooze.

“I will obey you always, My Lord!” I shout.

The King smiles at me. He walks back to me, and bends down, lightly kissing my forehead. I feel there, with his kiss, pleasure, lust, joy, and a kind of benevolence. My cock throbs wildly. I am so afraid I'm going to cum. After kissing my forehead, the King stands upright, and places his hand beneath the heft of his royal cock, lifting it to me. His cockhead drips with precum. My heart is joy. My soul is his Service.

“You may kiss me now, Sixty-Six, my newest plaything,” he says.

I lean forward, my lips open, and I kiss the end of his hard, salty drooling cockhead. I swirl my tongue to take in all the thick creamy fluid. My tongue lingers beneath his heavy glans, tasting every nuance of his royal precum. My lips close over the head of my King's powerful cock.

“And you may cum,” the King says. And I shoot. I'm not touching myself. But I shoot and shoot and shoot, crying out, more cum than I've ever shot before. The King smiles. Laughs. I am a almost weeping, a besotted dog of lust and cum and obedience, cumming out my gratitude before the King.

The King pulls on his long thick cock, a glob of precum sliding onto his fingers. He holds his fingers to my lips. As I lick them clean, eyes closed, completely lost in Him, the King says, “Well done, my good and obedient servant.”

His cum is all the nourishment I will ever need. His desire is my only desire. He is my King, and my King is everything.

Cabana 2: Second Cock

Straight ahead of me, walkin’ my way, is the tallest, broadest-shouldered, hairiest, Latin muscle monster I’ve ever

“El gallo segundo es Vincente!” Hector shouts again, and the crowd roars. 

Second rooster? What the hell is Hector saying?

The muscle monster, whom I assume is Vincente, has the most evil grin on his face and I swear to Christ it looks like he’s droolin’. Handsome as fuck. Pecs like slabs of steak covered in dark fur. Abs like you only see in advertisements for bluejeans. His cock is a fat tube of meat swinging hard and loose over a huge hairy ballsack. 

I look down at Ramon, whom I’m bent over, on all fours. Ramon is grinning like a madman. 

“You like Vincente, señor,” he says. “All like Vincente.”

I lift off my hands to stand upright on my knees, but Vincente’s meaty hand pushes me back and I fall onto my hands and knees again. Vincente drops to the floor behind me and suddenly my ass cheeks are pulled wide apart and I feel his stubbly chin rubbing between them.

God, I haven’t been rimmed in ages. And suddenly wham! his hot, wet, pointy tongue pokes out and strokes my asshole. It’s like thunderbolts exploding up my spine.

“Aww, damn!” I shout. My whole body is on fire from the pleasure of this musclegod’s tongue in my ass. My eyes are closed, focusing on the waves of electricity. Vincente licks up my ass crack with a flat wet tongue, his slobber moistening my entire buttcrack. His pokes at my hole like a little red cock, and I gasp at how good it feels, then he sticks his face between my cheeks and scratches with his beard stubble again.

“Ung,” I moan. “God!”

Somehow Ramon has slid out from underneath me, and when he’s completely free, I collapse onto my elbows, my ass high and completely Vincente’s. He’s got my ass cheeks wide and I’m pushing back into his manly face and his tongue is lapping my asshole and every nerve in that muscley ring of mine is tingling. 

My cock is hard and swaying with the movement of his face and it’s droolin’ the last drops of cum from before. Ramon kneels down by my side and begins to slow stroke my cock, milking every drop out and teasing my cock hard again.

Suddenly, the pressure from Vincente face is gone and my butt is left high and dry. I kind of crumple up onto my side, feeling the good throb in my ass. From here I can see Vincente. His back is to me. Amazing broad V of his back muscles leading to the strongest, roundest most perfectly muscled ass I’ve ever seen. Dusting of fur above the massive globes of his butt. Artists should study that ass.

Vincente’s putting on a condom. He turns back and looks at me. There is no nice in his eyes. It’s pure lust. Unadulterated desire. Dom of doms. No wonder everybody likes Vincente. 

He turns and kneels at my feet. He lifts one of my legs to one side of him so I’m layin’ on my back flat on the floor with a leg on each side of his spectacular form. His long, hard, condomed cock is pointing straight at my asshole like a compass needle to magnetic north.

Christ, I don’t know if I can do this. This guy’s a monster.

“Oso! Oso!” the crowd begins a low chant.

I take a few deep breaths as Vincente grabs me by the hips and, through sheer damn strength, pulls my hips up onto his broadly muscled thighs. The tip of his big cock presses into my ballsack. My belly crumples into a big heap of fat and flesh and fur as I reach up and grab my knees and pull them apart and to the sides of my belly, bringing my ass even more in line with Vincente’s tool .

“Vincente! Vincente!” the crowd chant. “Oso! Oso!”

I grit my teeth, ready for a serious reaming.

Directly above my head, the beautiful broad face of Hector appears. He kneels down, so it looks like he’s upside down, squatting over me. He has stripped naked. His fat uncut cock bobs right above my forehead.

“Hector,” I say dreamily. Hell, I feel almost drunk with lust and the fear of this monster at my ass. My hand automatically reaches for Hector’s cock (hey, I’m only human!) but I quickly remember to go back to holdin’ up my leg. Hector smiles at the effort.

“Señor,” Hector says. “Choosing Vincente is good luck. Good luck and bad luck.” He reaches his hand forward and rubs my belly lightly. I can feel Vincente’s huge cockhead nudge against my asspucker. This bastard’s going to rip me in half. 

“You will hurt now, mi amigo,” Hector says. “But soon you will feel... very, very good.”

I feel Vincente’s cock pushing into my asshole. It feels like a telephone pole havin’ it’s way me. Waves of nauseating pain shoot from my ass and slam up my belly. I start deep breathing trying to relax. The crowd roars their approval. 

Fuck,.it feels like I’m gonna pass out. The pain is shutting me down.

“Look in my eyes, señor,” I hear Hector say. I’m tryin’. I’m really tryin’.

“Aw, god!” I cry out between clenched teeth. Hurts like a son of a bitch. 

Yet within the pain, I want this manly monster more than anything. I bend my head forward and see the massive, hairy, muscular bulk of Vincente, his abs tensing, a trickle of sweat moving through the hair on his chest. His beefy hands grab the backs of my thighs and jackknife me even further. I push out as Vincente pushes in and I feel my ass muscles expand to include this huge intrusion of blood-pounding flesh.

I reach my hands up and take Hector’s face. Hector bends over and kisses me long and deep on the mouth. Vincente never stops, he is slowly pushing his cock further into my ass. I slam my hands against the slabs of hairy concrete that are Vincente’s pecs. I am folded in half and skewered and I’m not sure if I can do this at all.

Hector pinches my nipple and the sensation is earthshaking. It races from my nipple to my cock and asshole and my asshole relaxes and I shiver and gasp with the pleasure of it.

“Ah!” Vincente says. “Es mío ahora!” And he plunges his cock to the hilt. Hard.

For a half second I think I’m going to black out. The crowd roars. Hector bends down and kisses me on the lips. I feel the full length and fuckin’ breadth of Vincente’s cock deep inside me. I’m panting like an animal, and tears are comin’ out my eyes, and I’ll be damned if I ain’t also laughing! I’m laughing because of how fuckin’ good it feels.

We lay still a few seconds, my body adjusting to this massive skewering. Hector rubs my chest and my belly and gives me little kisses. 

“Oso!” someone yells. I turn my head and see a mass of men with hard cocks in their hands, their glistening eyes locked on what the three of us are doing.

Vincente waits patiently, his eyes closed in ecstasy since, well, I ain’t braggin’ here, but my asshole is pretty tight, having not seen a whole lot of action in the last few years and certainly nothing as ample as this thing. I squeeze my sphincter on his cock and Vincente’s eyes fly open.

He laughs low and toothy as he puts his hands in the crooks of my knees and begins a slow gentle pull out of my ass. It feels awesome, feeling that cock leave my body, and I growl a low growl, shivering all over. Vincente laughs. And when he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with the voice of a mountain range, low and rocky.

“Vincente...” he says, rolling his hips a bit as he slides his cock out my ass. “Vincente... big gallo,” he says, grinning. 

Fuck, yeah, man. Damn big rooster.

He stops his pull out and begins to move in again, a little faster this time. At the same time, Hector pinches my nipple and it feels like fire quenched by ice and I want to scream with how good it feels. I am being fucked by a mountain of muscle and fur. Vincente slides his cock in and slides it out and each thrust is a masterpiece and Hector laughs and pinches my nipple and rubs my belly, enjoyin’ the way I gasp with the good of it.

The crowd is groaning and moaning. I glance to the side and see that there are men fucking and sucking and jacking everywhere. Kneeling, bending, standing against the wall

I want it now. Fuck it. I got to have this guy.

“Bueno?” Hector says, looking into my eyes.

Fuck, yeah!

“Muy,” I yell. “Now fuck me!” 

I slam my fist down on Vincente’s rock-solid chest. It don’t make a dent, but I get his attention. He growls a low hungry growl and starts really fucking me. A cheer goes up. Vincente leans in and begins pounding my ass, his ass muscles flexing and unflexing, moving that monster dick in and out of me like a dog in heat. He grabs my shoulder with one hand, and pushes me even deeper down on his cock. 

“God!” I yell. “Aww!” It hurts so good.

I slap Vincente’s face. He grins. I slap him hard. There is pure anger in his brown eyes. Then he smiles again. I slap him once more. He grits his teeth and bangs his cock into my ass with a brutality I’ve never known.

“Ung, do it!” I yell. Slamming my fist on his hairy chest.

“Vincente wins you!” Vincente hollers as he bangs me hard over and over, without mercy. 

I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling the muscles of his back as they flex, thrusting his cock in and out my ass. Hector squats back up above my head, his cock leaning toward my face. He has put his hands on Vincente’s sloping, solid shoulders so he can squat lower. Hector’s cock comes toward my lips. I open my mouth and Hector’s cock slides in. His cock is hot moist rubbery foreskin and slippery eel muscle and salty precum ooze and I breathe through my nose and lift my head and I am being fucked at both ends now.

“Aw,” Hector cries out. “Oso macho grande!”

“Si,” Vincente growls. “Mi gran oso!”

Vincente pounds my ass and Hector’s cock slides deep down my throat and I am mad with lust and taking it all like a pro. I can feel the skin of Hector’s cock sliding loose down the length of his hard veiny shaft and my tongue works overtime to please this patient, sexy man.

The men all around are groaning and cheering and soon I’m feeling hands reaching out and touching my belly and chest and pinching my nipples and rubbing my sides and I see hands all over Vincente’s muscular mass and Hector’s body is covered with men’s hands as I’m ass-fucked and face-fucked into bliss.

Suddenly Vincente roars, loud as a fuckin’ tiger.

I feel his cock contract as it shoots wad after wad of hot jizz. “Vincente!” he roars, white teeth blazing, lifting his arms in a spectacular muscleman pose. 

Hector gasps. “¡Dios mío!” he screams and his cock bursts loads of cum deep into my throat and mouth. God, I’m going to drown here! I struggle to swallow and breathe at the same time, but it ain’t all that damn easy.

Hector’s cock drains of buckets of hot salty cum. It’s dribblin’ out my mouth, but I don’t care. My tongue laps at that hard cock, licking out each pearly drop. Pretty quickly he gets ticklish and yanks his cock out my mouth with a plop!

Muscle monster Vincente shivers and shudders as the last drops of his cum fill the condom still deep inside me. I ease my legs down with a groan (I ain’t no spring chicken!) and the action of doing so slowly slides his cock out of my ass. It’s excruciating, feeling the emptiness his cock makes as it leaves my body. Vincente puts his hands on my belly; his brown eyes are shinin’ like licked brown M&M’s. Sweat courses down his hairy chest across his slabby abs. We are all breathing heavily, looking at each other.

“Amante,” Vincente says as he wraps his massive arms under my body and lays his head down on my belly. I laugh. Hector leans over and kisses me, lappin’ up the cum that’s dribbled onto my face. 

“I didn’t forget you, Hector,” I say to him, kissing him back.

“Gracias, señor,” Hector whispers, smiling. 

Hector stands and shouts in a commanding voice: “El gallo está aquí!” and a chorus of voices go out crowing loud rooster calls.

The Rooster is here! Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Cabana

“Señor, you are wanted in the cabaña.”

I open my eyes, but the sun has been beating on my eyelids for hours now and I can’t see worth a damn. Someone’s standing above me, but he’s just a grey shadowed blur.

“What?” I growl. “What are you talking about?”

My skin feels hot and slick like a well-broiled chicken, and the crystal-white sand beneath my towel radiates a warmth that only a Costa Rican beach can. I love nude sunbathing. My hairy chest and belly bake to a nice copper tone. My cock and balls lay plump against my naked thighs, my cockhead just squinting out from my thick chewy foreskin. Earlier, I had been jacking off in the sunshine and a drool of dried precum glistens on my balls and shaft.

“Señor,” the voice above me repeats.

Oh shit, I was touching myself again. I lean up onto one elbow and look toward the voice and, as my eyes adjust... holy fuck! A gorgeous Latino man stands above me. 

He’s about my age, but his hair is black as a raven’s and tied back in a thick ponytail. He wears light white linen pants, blowzy, but well-pressed. He wears no shirt. He has exquisite muscles, stuffed tight and rippling under his skin, veiny. A body of wavy, curved flesh. His skin is golden-brown perfection, smooth as silk, with tiny round brown nipples. His dark black mustache and full soft lips accentuate eyes deep and dark as ocean caverns. The fingers of one hand mindlessly rub his dark clipped treasure trail.

“You are wanted in the cabaña, señor,” he says in a smooth husky baritone.

I look past him to where he’s indicating. There, in a deep green tropical grove, is a small hut set back beyond the sandline, almost unnoticeable. A sign over the door reads, in fat blue letters, El Gallo Nido.

“Are you sure it’s me they’re looking for?” I ask. “I’m here alone.”

The man’s gaze moves boldly over my body. Down my hairy chest to my big bear belly. He smiles with teeth white as the Costa Rican sand. His gaze lingers over my cock and balls. He licks his lower lip with his tongue. “Oh, si señor,” he sighs. His hand moves slowly down to the bulge in front of his linen pants and he presses there with the flat of his palm, before gripping the thick package of flesh under there and squeezing it at me.

My cock has taken notice and rolls over off my thigh, filling with blood.

“Si, señor,” he says, clearing his throat. “It is you that I... It is you that they want. You have been...” He licks his lips again. “Cho-o-o-o-sen,” he says, stretching out the word deliciously. 

Chosen, huh? Well, my cock’s certainly interested. “All right,” I say. 

I get to my feet slowly, feeling the hot sand beneath me. The man takes my elbow to help me up. Before I am fully balanced, he pulls himself close into me. His lips barely tickle the skin on my shoulder, as if to kiss me there, but teasing me only. Instead he slowly breathes in my scent through his nostrils. The heat from his solid, brown chest and abs radiate to my big furry belly. His wide-set eyes and wide forehead, almost Mayan-looking. So fuckin’ beautiful.

“Varonil,” he whispers. His crotch presses into my thigh and I can feel the hard throb of his fat cock through his linen pants. My cock starts to answer throb for throb.

“Chosen, huh?” I smile. “Okay. Take me to this cabana.” I lean down to pick up my swim trunks. 

“No, no, señor,” the man says, reaching for my elbow. “You do not wish to be...” His gaze goes to the ocean, looking for the right word, “Overdressed.” His smile is like starlight.

I laugh. What the hell? Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve walked into a strange building buck-naked.

“Alejandro will bring your things to your room,” he says. He claps his hands and a young man, who looks fifteen but is probably more like eighteen or nineteen, steps from between the trees and walks toward us with small steps. He doesn’t look at me, but stares intently at my beach towel, swimtrunks, suntan lotion and other stuff, like he’s been trained to do so. Without a word he reaches down and begins to gather my things. 

“Do not worry about your belongings, señor,” the man says as he hurries me toward the door of El Gallo Nido, “Alejandro is very trustworthy. Your belongings will be safely delivered to your hotel room.” I turn back to look as we walk. Alejandro holds the crotch of my swim trunks up against his face, his eyes closed. 

I’ve got to remember to tip him.

When we arrive at the cabana door, the man stops me. He turns facing me directly, holding my biceps in his powerful grip. His eyes stare straight into mine. So dark and beautiful. His eyelashes are huge. My cock is completely plumped up now. I can feel the tip touching his white linen pants. 

“Promise me something, señor,” he says. “Por favor, if I have pleased you in any way?” He licks his lower lip again. “Promise me, you do not forget me when we go inside?”

What the fuck am I getting myself into? 

I look back again and see Alejandro hurrying dutifully toward the resort with my things in his arms, my swim trunks flopping from his teeth. No turning back now.

“What’s your name?” I ask him.

“Hector,” he says.

I lean in and kiss him. His mouth opens and I feel his tongue moving against mine. He tastes of cinnamon and chocolate. He groans in my mouth, his arms encircle my back and crush me to his compact form. He is brushing the tip of my cock against his crotch, as if by accident, but it’s quite on purpose. My cock drools a bit on them. 

I pull back and smile, “Damn, Hector. Such a beautiful man as you? I promise I will not forget you in there.”

“Whoooo!!!” comes a chorus of loud, manly voices as if from a group of guys. When I look beyond Hector, I see the door is open and there are men inside who are laughing and whooping. And they are watching. 

“Hector ha sido malo,” a voice says musically and there’s a roar of laughter.

“I’ve been caught,” Hector says to me, blushing in the chest and face, smiling miserably. It’s a beautiful thing to see.

“I don’t care,” I say. I flip the guys in the cabana off with one hand and with the other guide Hector’s face into another deep tonguey kiss. A huge ruckus of laughter rises from the cabana.

Looks like this is turning into a good day.

I walk into the cabana, which is dark, and once again my eyes have to adjust to a change in light. When I’m inside I hear the door close and all is dark and quiet. 

There are pillows everywhere I step. On one side, there’s a long bar with a mirror and rows of alcohol. In another corner of the hut, tables and chairs have been stacked up, clearing the floor of the cabana. There are a couple soft sofas arrayed against a reedy wall that looks like it’s made to roll up and expose the outside. Light seeps through the slats of the wall. 

The center of the room has a slightly raised center which is covered by what looks to me like a wrestling mat. Bright, colorful pillows all over it.

And everywhere, lined against the wall, laying on the pillows, sitting around the cabana are naked men. Tall ones and short ones and fat ones and skinny ones and ones with so many muscles you’d think his skin would burst. Older men and younger men and none of them, not one of them, with a stitch of clothing on. Must be twenty, thirty guys. They are everywhere, everywhere except the center platform.

My cock is at full drooly salute. Hector takes me by the hand and leads me to the raised platform. 

“Gran oso,” someone grunts. Men laugh, low and horny. 

“Papá grande,” another voice says. More laughter. 

“Es mío,” yet another voice says. Instantly a chorus of voices cry out, “¡No! ¡No! ¡Es mío! ¡Es mío!”

I’m starting to blush here. Hector smiles up at me, still holding my hand.

On one of the sofas, a man with a very dark, hairy chest sinks down into the cushions, reaches for the hands of a young smooth-skinned young man with a perfectly round ass and pulls him onto his ramrod cock. The young man’s head goes back as he gasps, his ass swallowing the hairy man’s cock whole. 

Against the bar, two white-haired, brown-skinned older men kiss each other hungrily while their hands move across each other’s backs. Their cocks are hard and loll about with the movements of their entwining bodies.

Over by the window, a huge beanbag contains an extra-large, brown-skinned chub with tits that look like whipped chocolate mousse and his dark cock and huge ballsack peeking beneath his round smooth belly. He pulls on his foreskin, twisting it over the end of his cockhead like a candy wrapper while a beautiful, dark-haired man kneels down behind the big guy and begins kiss-nibbling the chub’s shoulders.

There’s so much to see; it’s hard to focus on any one thing. Hands are moving in their own rhythms along the lengths of cocks, their own and others’. Some eyes are on a partner; some are scanning the room; many are still on me.

Against one wall, a man older than myself with a round moon-like face and large hairy pecs pumps his uncut cock lazily in and out of another man’s mouth. Yet another guy steps up behind him, wrapping his arms around him from behind, pinching the man’s nipples, slipping his own cock up the length of the guy’s asscrack in a hot, sweaty act of frotage.

A few men are groaning in the dark corners of the room. I’m feeling a little vulnerable on the center platform with Hector. I turn and look at him.

Hector smiles at me, drops my hand and steps off the platform. In a loud voice that fills the room, he cries, “El gallo está aquí!” The men for the most part quit what they’re doing long enough to crow like roosters. “¡Qui-qui-ri-quí!” they crow over and over.

My cock is hard and straight, every vein throbbing. A bead of precum drools off my cockhead on a long sticky string. I’ve never seen such an incredible, horntastic thing as this crowd of hungry men. Sweat trickles down my neck into my chest hair. At this point, I don’t give a fuck which guy comes up here with me. I just want him to get up here fast.

Hector reaches into a bowl and pulls out a slip of paper. In a loud voice he cries out, “El Primer Gallo es Ramon Duarte!”

There is cheering and a few guffaws as a young man steps forward out of the crowd. Must be Ramon. He’s a little shorter than me, maybe forty, his hair is thick, black and very curly. He has a killer smile, kind of bashful, beautiful eyes. I look slowly at his chest, at the clump of curls between his pecs that runs in a thin line down to a spectacular bush and a nice hard cock.

He is blushing and looking from side to side with a shy grin as he steps up onto the platform. 

“Ramon?” I ask him. He looks up at me.

“Si, señor,” he says, his fingertips touching his chest, “I... is Ramon.” I can see behind the embarrassment and the chuckling and the shy, there is a vast hunger in those eyes. He steals little glimpses down at my cock.

I put my hand on top of his curly head and push him to his knees. “¡Qui-qui-ri-quí!” I shout.

The crowd roars with approval, clapping their hands. Ramon crumbles to his knees in front of me, a huge grin covering his face. His eyes lock on mine as his tongue comes out and flicks the tip of my cock. The touch of his tongue is like lightning bolts and I leave a little pool of precum on his tongue. He then begins bathing the length of my cock with licks of his tongue, my balls and my bush even. Licking me up with short little strokes like a thirsty dog.

I close my eyes, my hand still resting on top of his head. “Chuparme!” I say.

“Chupar! Chupar! Chupar! Chupar!” a chant rises from the room.

He continues to flick his tongue along the length of my cock, teasing me until I can bear no more. I grab a handful of Ramon’s hair and tilt his face back. His dark eyes are shining with lust. He looks at me like a wild animal. 

“Suck me, goddamn it!” I growl.

And he dives down on my cock, swallowing every last inch of it in one huge lunge. His throat is so wet and hot and the room has exploded with cheers and chants of “Chupar!” and “Ramon!” I can barely breathe it feels so good and a huge growl rises from deep inside my chest and I find myself hollering with the sheer fuck joy of it, my arms raised up, flexing my biceps. 

I have become the Alpha Cock.

My hand is on the top of his head as my hips pump balls-deep down Ramon’s hot sweet throat. He takes it like a man, his wet tongue sliding down the length of my shaft, his cheeks pushing and sucking the blood to the tip of my cock. It feels so good I shove deep and he gags, pulls off, spit and precum dripping from his mouth. He smiles. Ramon’s become a wild man. He dives back down on my cock.

“Fuck yeah, suck me, amigo,” I murmur. “Chuparme!”

Ramon works the full length of my dick like he’s mad for it. Like he’s skull-fucking his own face onto my hard, throbbing rod. My ass is flexing, but I don’t need to thrust much. His hands are planted firmly on my hips and he’s set up a relentless rhythm.

I can feel my balls churning in my ballsack, wanting to let go.

“Muy bueno,” I growl. I grab fistfuls of Ramon’s hair and take over the rhythm of his sucking in the way that makes my cock feel like it wants to go. The men are chanting low and urgently, waiting for the cum to cum. Ramon has become nothing but a hot, wet mouth on which I impale my cock. He gags again when I thrust hard. It brings tears to his eyes, but I don’t care. 

Guys all around me are jacking off, watching the Alpha Cock get sucked by First Rooster Ramon. Every now and then some guy somewhere shouts and jizz flies out the end of his cock in wild silky streams, sometimes caught by an eager mouth. The hairy guy on the couch blows a wad of cum while the boy on him cries out in a high voice, “Papá!”

Ramon begins to groan, working my cock to a frenzy. My balls are banging against his chin.

I’m going to cum. I feel that pressure behind my balls and the spasms rising. And bam! ropes of jizm are flying out my cock, flooding Ramon’s mouth. 

“Awww!” I holler out as my cock spurts and spurts down Ramon’s throat. The crowd cheers. Ramon swallows and gags and cum drips out the side of his mouth. 

My body shakes with the full good feel of the orgasm. My cock stops spurting cum, but it stays pretty hard... ready for more. Ramon cleans my cock and balls with his clever tongue. He is very attentive. Makes me chuckle.

I kneel down on one knee in front of him. His grin is like a child caught stealing candy. I pull his face to me and kiss him deep, tasting the salty tang of my own cum on his tongue. As we’re kissing deep, he falls back, laying down on the platform, pulling me with him until I am on my hands and knees over his prone body. 

I am kissing him, tasting my cum on his tongue. I am caressing him, touching the fur between his pecs. I am a powerful, horny bear daddy.

“El gallo segundo es Vincente!” cries Hector. I turn and see he has another name pulled from the jar. He’s waving the slip in the air and the guys are cheering.

Wait... What? What second rooster?

...to be continued