Fourth of July Fireworks

It was the Fourth of July and I wanted some fireworks. Not the 'Safe and Sane' type that were all that were legal in my state, but the real thing. I wanted to get a real bang for my buck. There was a stand where the highway passed through the nearby Indian reservation. The tribe was not subject to most state laws and sold alcohol and tobacco from stores along the road year round. For the Fourth they set up fireworks stands where my buddies from school said you could get almost anything.

I pulled my bike up to the stand about 8 o'clock. The place was almost sold out. I didn't see any of the big stuff. One of the Indian boys saw my confusion and asked what I was looking for. I told him.

"We're sold out here and are just closing up," he replied. "But, if you want to take a little ride, I think we have what you're looking for at our cabin."

I agreed and watched as the two Indians locked up. The one I talked with got into an old pickup and opened the passenger side door for me to get in while the other lifted my bike into the bed and got in beside me.

As the truck pulled onto the highway I was sandwiched between the two young men. I had seen they were big guys from the moment I arrived, well over six foot and easily above two hundred forty pounds. Under their shirts and jeans it was obvious they were well developed.

Now squeezed between them on the seat I could feel their big muscles pressing against my body. The driver appeared to have arms that topped twenty inches and a big deep chest with muscular pecs spreading his shirt that had the top three buttons undone, providing a tempting glimpse of reddish brown skin. His buddy on the other side was only slightly smaller. At five nine and a hundred sixty pounds with letters in swimming and track, I'd never felt physically insecure, but I was a bit apprehensive riding with these big Indian braves that I'd only just met.

After a couple of minutes they turned off the main road, taking a dirt track that led up the mountain. As the vehicle bounced over the rough ground I was thrown alternately against the hard bodies of the boys beside me. The guy on my right reached around my back with a powerful arm and held my body against him to keep me from jostling his partner who I thought was driving much too fast for the poor conditions.

The heat, the masculine smell of the Indian boys' sweat, the close contact with their powerful bodies and the motion of the ride was starting to affect me. I felt my dick start to stiffen in my shorts. I tried to think of other things like I had done during swim meets, but it didn't seem to work. These guys couldn't be affecting me I told myself; I like girls and they like me. I had had a few blow jobs and a couple of fucks. Women found my eight inches really impressive and I got off on the excitement I could generate. But my big stick was embarrassing me now as it grew near full size, tenting my crotch. I hoped they wouldn't notice.

"Hey, the white boy has a hard-on," announced the Indian boy holding me, dashing my hopes. "You like Indians?" he asked squeezing me tighter to his taut body.

"I think he does," answered the driver who had clasped a strong grip over my aching boner. "His little boy dick knows it is with some real men. Is this what you're after?" He grasped my hand and moved it irresistibly between his muscled thighs. I couldn't look because the other one had mashed my face to his firm pecs, but I felt a thick tube of flesh along the inseam of his jeans. He pushed my hand along its length from egg sized balls down inch after inch. It grew harder and longer as I touched it.

"Do you like mine?" asked the one holding me as he rubbed his hand along the shaft. He pushed my face down toward his lap as he brought his piece to full size. My lips were pressed to its cloth covered flanks. It was as thick as a cob of corn and seemed to extend almost to his knee. "I think this is the firecracker you really need. Do you want me to explode inside you?" I couldn't say anything.

After a few more minutes bouncing along the road with my face pressed into his thigh the truck stopped. The boys piled out and I was pulled from the vehicle and tossed to the ground at the foot of the boy who had held me. I could see a big wet mark on the middle of his thigh where my mouth had rested and a smaller spot six inches further down where the denim clad head ended.

A few seconds later the driver came up behind me and hauled me up. They roughly stripped me out of my clothes and a couple of minutes later I found myself securely tied hands and feet to two poles set like a giant X into the ground. I was facing a small cabin set beside a mountain brook where it broadened into a pool about a 100 feet wide before continuing down to the valley. A corral containing a couple of large horses was set to the side.

"We'll show you how we celebrate the Fourth of July, white boy," snarled the large Indian that had driven the truck . "My people used to have this entire area to live and hunt. Now we are allowed to own a small portion."

He continued his tirade, but I wasn't paying any attention because I was too engrossed with what was revealed as they started removing their clothes. Both young men could be champion bodybuilders. They looked like brothers. As their shirts came off I could see their strong wide chests with muscular pectorals, broad shoulders and arms that topped twenty inches. Their smooth hairless skin was deeply tanned to a uniform dark red brown. Their tits stood out proud and firm, even darker. A thick neck supported a classic face, deep black eyes that pierced me with their gaze, all framed with straight, shoulder length dark hair.

Their wide trapezius muscles tapered dramatically to a narrow waist that sported three rows of firm abdominals without a hint of fat. As they unbuttoned their jeans I saw the top of a black bush of pubic hair. Pushing their pants lower, the top of two thick fleshy poles came into view. Inch after inch was revealed as they slowly exposed their manhoods as I watched with mouth agape.

I could see them watching me watch them, pleased with the awe they saw reflected in my features. They were almost to their knees when the large mushroom shaped heads popped free allowing the stiff poles to snap up vertical against solid stomachs. Both shafts easily outreached their navels by several inches.

Scared as I was to be so helpless, I was excited as well. My own eight inches was sticking out horizontal as I contemplated the sexual power of equipment more than half again bigger. One of them hoisted a barrel, his muscles standing out in sharp relief from the effort. It thudded down solidly in front of the frame to which I was tied. He jumped upon it, placing his groin at the level of my face. Beginning a chant he started a dance swaying his hips in front of me. As he moved his sex tool slid along my face, caressing me.

When he pressed his tightly packed balls against my lips I licked them without prompting. As he lowered his body I continued up the long length tasting the salt from his sweat and inhaling his musky male aroma. When the flared head was in reach I massaged the rim of its crown with my tongue. The head had come fully clear of its sheath. He pushed it against my lips. I knew what he expected and opened wide to allow him to get inside as I continued to work his monster intrusion with my lips and tongue.

He held my head in his powerful hands and speared the shaft into my mouth. He was less than half in when I felt the tip enter my throat. I started to gag. He eased a couple inches out and adjusted the angle of my head to align it with my throat and tried again. After a false start, I felt it slip downward as I reflexively swallowed down more and more. Up and down, in and out, he worked himself into my straining gullet. As his last few inches pushed in it felt like the shaft had forced down the full length of my throat and into the top of my chest. With my nose pressed into his groin I had the full hot length of his throbbing flesh embedded in my body, over thirteen inches.

As he started to stroke himself through me, I felt a new sensation. Strong fingers were probing my ass. One stiff digit was pushed up through my ass ring. It explored up inside as I shifted my hips the few inches allowed by my restraints. I resigned myself to the attentions of the Indian boy behind me and the rape of my ass that would shortly follow. When I relaxed around his finger he added a second.

My senses were divided by the action at my mouth and ass. The fingers were removed and a cold liquid squirted up inside me. The finger fuck began anew, spreading the fluid over my guts. He touched a sensitive spot and I let out a grunt of surprise that was muffled by my stuffed mouth. He played with me, roughly massaging my pleasure button. My own dick was bouncing with excitement. Soon a third finger was added, spreading my soon to no longer be virgin ass even further. When the fingers were removed, I felt empty.

I felt something much thicker than three fingers spread my ass cheeks. A blunt shape pressed against my hole. The Indian youth behind me reached around me with his mighty arms. He pressed his muscular chest against my back and I felt his breath against my ear. He slid his hand lower on my body, leaving a slick trail of my ass juices. He grabbed my shaft by the base and pulled my groin back. The cross of the poles holding my ankles and wrists pressed into the small of my back as my hole spread inexorably from the pressure of his steely shaft.

A sudden thrust stabbed the head of his monster member through the ring of muscle that guarded my intimate depths. My body convulsed in silent pain as this barrier was ripped open by his irresistible force. I gasped for air around the intrusion that my other assailant was using to dominate my mouth. More pushed inside me, stretching my guts to accommodate his massive dimensions.

When the huge head touched the sweet spot he'd manipulated before, I lost it, overwhelmed with sensation, my prick spasmed in the hand of the man fucking me. I felt my cum spurt again and again as, weakened by orgasm, I slumped in my bonds.

I recovered with my face held tightly to the muscular body of the first Indian, my mouth straining around the thickness that speared my throat. The other one must have used my collapse to push in even deeper as I awoke feeling him pressing my abs from the inside. When they realized I was alert they started to push their massive meat through my body. It felt like I was being pulled inside out when the guy behind me started to withdraw.

They coordinated their movements, starting with short strokes, four or five inches, and building up until they were moving their full tremendous lengths through my quivering body. As their fuck poles pistoned my throat and ass the pressure in my gut would build forcing the air from my lungs, escaping around the thick shaft even as it plunged deeper in my body. On the out stroke their absence vacuumed my guts and my lungs were forced to inhale in a weird sexual variation on artificial respiration.

I didn't fight it, but instead gave myself over to the new sensations. The taste and smell of the powerful young man filling my mouth and throat, the massage of my ass and intestines as the other one filled them to bursting with his dominating presence, the straining of my own inadequate member as it was stroked by a strong hand, all competed for my attention. I felt helpless before their might, a boy being used by men even though they were probably no older than I. But I wanted to be used by them, to give them pleasure, to feel them have their way with me.

As I drifted awash with these strange feelings, I dimly perceived that something was happening. The boys had plunged in to the max and a throbbing beat was building through my body. I could feel the first spurt of cum course through their buried flesh as it flew past the muscles of my lips and ass, squeezed by the constricting flesh of throat and gut, finally spurting forth like liquid fire deep inside me. A second, third and fourth followed and then I lost count while somehow realizing that my own dick was shooting in sympathy. I must have passed out.

I came to sprawled on the grass. I had been cut free. The remnants of my bonds still were around my wrists and ankles. It was dark. The Indian boys were sitting by a fire eating. My face neck and chest were coated in drying cum whose unusual tangy taste still lingered in my mouth. My abused ass felt empty. I rubbed it, feeling the fluid that was seeping out the tortured opening, a mixture of cum, blood and ass juices.

Noticing I'd come around, they invited me to share their meal. The biggest Indian boy, the one who fucked me, was sitting by the fire with crossed legs. He grabbed my hips and forced me on to his lap with my legs spread over his thighs.

The length of his thick cock pushed into my ass crack. Even half hard as he was it was over 10 inches long and the head stuck out beneath my balls half way along my own stiff eight inches. His thighs were twice the size of mine and it felt like I were sitting on a marble statue. My motion on top of him provided enough stimulation to cause him to come to full erection. As I watched his sex tool expanded to its full size, outreaching my own piece by half an inch even though the first six inches of shaft were pushing through my ass cheeks. The head popped clear of his stretched foreskin, bright red and shining in contrast to the darker tone of the heavily veined shaft. Heat flowed from his manhood to mine as they strained side by side. His a mighty trunk over twice as thick as the twig I sported.

His arms reached around me. I felt his muscles work as they pushed against the skin of my back. He tore off a piece of the animal they had cooked and pushed it into my mouth with strong fingers. I ate it hungrily and he let his fingers lingers until I sucked off the tasty juices. He alternated feeding himself and me. I was fed as I hadn't been since I was an infant, but I accepted this because I certainly felt as helpless as a baby among these strong men.

They other boy told me a bit about themselves. They were brothers. The oldest, who was feeding me, was nineteen; actually a few months younger than I. The other just eighteen. They'd been living on the mountain for a couple of years since their parents died, run down by a drunk driver on the highway that crossed the reservation. They get most of what they need hunting and fishing, but take odd jobs to earn money for a few luxuries of white civilization that make life a bit easier.

I asked him what they're called. Master was the answer. I was to be their slave. I think I had already figured that part out.

The younger brother then broke off the conversation, announcing it was his turn to fuck me. With that the guy holding me leaned back, pulling me with him until I rested on his solid trunk. He gripped my knees and pulled them to my chest, popping his pole from my ass crack and exposing my hole.

Looking through my legs I saw the younger brother approach me, his own sex hard and ready, just slightly smaller than his sibling's that I could still see standing straight and tall beyond my crotch. The youthful Indian boy used two hands to push down on his taut pole to align himself with my quivering hole. As his big brother held me tightly I felt my ass expanded by his irresistible sexuality. I convulsed with the pain and pleasure of penetration held in an unbreakable embrace.

As I adjusted again to the massive invasion of my body, helped by the pleasure spread from sensitive points within me, I glanced down to check his progress. At least half a foot of firm flesh had disappeared. Behind my drawn up balls I could see my dilated ass ring clinging tight around the dark spear stabbing my guts. My surprise came when I saw that in penetrating me he had sat upon his elder brother who was in at least as deep in him as he in me.

The boy beneath me started undulating his hips, shoving his stick into his brother while forcing him deeper in my ass. The exquisite sensations of being stuffed and overstuffed by hot flesh returned. I was in heaven, writhing in ecstasy on a bed of muscles. I could feel the younger brother's powerful prick buck inside my gut each time his ass was plugged with the fourteen plus inches. I leaned my head back on cannon ball shoulders and gave myself over to sheer pleasure.

I saw in the distance the sky rockets from the celebration in town. Each pillar of fire seemed connected to the shaft rocketing up my ass. The explosion in the sky matched by an explosion in my gut as it bottomed out. As the display in the sky built to a climax, so did I. Explosions followed one after the other, inside and out. As fire spread across the stars, liquid fire spurted in my gut. My cum sprayed over my body in a feeble attempt to cool overheated flesh.

Our passion seemed to slow time to a crawl, fading slowly as the lights in the sky dimmed. The young brave leaned forward to sandwich me between the two muscled boys. His softening but still massive member remained inside while our breathing slowly returned to normal.

"I think our little slave is turning into a sex addict," observed the upper boy to his brother. "You like serving us, don't you?"

"Yes, Master," I replied softly. It was true. I would have been willing to do anything just to keep feeling the pleasure they could generate within me.

Satisfied with my sincerity, the young brave raised himself off the pile of flesh. I felt him slide from me as I squeezed my ass muscles to enhance the friction. As he cleared my hole his brother popped out of his own firm butt. Some of the copious loads deposited in each of us spilled from the ravaged openings. Mine coated the older brother's groin and his spread down the inside of his own taut thighs. I cleaned up the mess, every last drop, with my mouth and tongue.

They showed me the pool formed by the brook that was used for bathing. It was chest deep for me, only a bit over the waist for them, and cold from snow melt higher up in the mountain. They fooled around in the water for a while. One game seemed to be a variation of water polo with me as the ball. If I weren't being almost torn in two, I was in danger of drowning as their supreme strength was pitted against each other for control of my body. The younger boy won. I was to be his for the night.

Preparing to turn in, they showed me where to go to relieve myself, squatting on a flat rock where the stream flowed swiftly after exiting the little lake. After cleaning off in the flow, the victor hoisted his prize over his shoulder. As he carried me to the cabin with my torso draped down his broad back, one hand patted my butt, a strong finger slowly exploring the tender skin around my hole.

The cabin only had one bed. I was deposited in the middle and my young master wasted no time getting in bed behind me, rolling me on my side and entering my ass. I felt complete as the empty feeling inside me was filled with hot man meat. The other boy got in facing me. My dick, stiff again, rested along side his much larger one as I used his bulging biceps as a pillow.

The bed creaked as the fuck motion started. We built to another delightful explosion and I drifted off to sleep with his hot jizz warming me deep inside. I dreamed of fucking and sucking these beautiful, strong, dominating men-boys all night.

I awoke in bed alone. It was day. I looked around seeing no one. I calmed down when I caught the smell of breakfast wafting in from outside. I was covered front and back with drying cum that even formed small pools in spots on the mattress. Perhaps not everything last night was a dream?

I went out to serve my masters. They kept me for a week before telling me I could go. I didn't want to leave. I begged and cried and they relented. I went home, calmed my worried folks and within a week moved back to the mountain.

The outdoor life and energetic sex has been good to me. I've gained twenty pounds of muscle, but they each still have sixty pounds on me. I lost my tan line. I work in town and my income supports us all. My masters each carved lifelike wooden dildos and one is inserted up me each day I leave for work. It makes the motorcycle ride on the rough mountain road real fun even though I know it will be hours before I get back to the real thing.

I like my life.

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written by lenzelig