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Tourist Trap (M/M, Interracial, Authoritarian) by LenZelig@aol.com


I was tired when British Airways flight 293 finally landed in
Miami. The trip was fine and I even arrived twenty minutes early; a bit
after 5:00 PM local time. But I had left Helsinki, Finland at 9:05 after
getting up at 4:00 AM to make the trip to the airport from my town, 60
kilometers outside the capital. Add in a three hour layover in Heathrow and
the seven hour time difference and I had been en route twenty hours. It
would take an hour to clear immigration and pick up my rental car. Then I
faced a four hour drive to Key West.

Not that I really minded. It was 30 C when I stepped from the
terminal; quite a change from the Finnish winter. I had won the trip in a
contest and never doubted my luck at having two weeks of warmth and
sun. Key West's reputation as a gay Mecca was well known at home and to say
I was eager to see if it was deserved was an understatement.

A shuttle van deposited me at the car rental office about five minutes
from the airport. The trip included an intermediate size car that
nevertheless was larger than 90% of the vehicles on the road in Finland. As
I completed the formalities, I asked the woman behind the counter for
directions. She gave me a map that covered the city in detail and the whole
area in smaller scale. I was told to follow the sun shaped symbols to reach
the limited access highway that was the best route through the
city. Finally, she warned me about driving in unfamiliar areas because
there have been several incidents of tourists being assaulted and even
killed. That was why the sun symbols were placed on the road signs around
the airport to guide newcomers.

It was dark when I finally drove my car from the rental office. I
spotted a traffic sign with the sun on it almost immediately and soon found
myself on the entrance ramp to a highway numbered 836 headed east that was
to lead me to another numbered 95 that would take me south to route 1 that
leads to my destination. The roadway was jammed with cars. The traffic was
going at about 100 kph. This must be the rush hour that is mentioned in
American television shows.
    I waited for an opening and merged into the rightmost lane where the
flow was a bit slower. I figured I would stay in the slower lane until I
got used to the car and the driving habits of American motorists. I had
gone several kilometers when I saw a sign by the side of the highway. It
took me a few seconds to recognize that it said, "RIGHT LANE MUST EXIT."
Ahead a few hundred meters I saw cars in front leaving the highway. I
looked left but there was no break in traffic to allow me to change
lanes. I slowed, but the off-ramp came closer and I had no choice but to
follow it. I'll get right back on I thought.

The street I arrived at was divided by a concrete barrier separating
the directions of traffic. I could see the entrance to the highway at the
other side of the street, but there was no way to reach it. I had to turn
right to follow the rest of the traffic.

After several blocks with no way to turn left to get to the other side
of the road, I decided to turn right. Three rights should allow me to come
perpendicular to the road I was on and I might cross over and regain the
highway. But, after the second right, the street turned somewhat left and
the next street was one way in the wrong direction. I couldn't continue
straight as the street was a dead end, blocked by the elevated roadway of
the very highway I was trying to regain. After a left, another left and
another, I was thoroughly lost. The buildings and houses told me this
wasn't a prosperous area and I suddenly recalled the warning at the car
rental place.

At the end of the block was a splash of bright light. As I pulled up I
could see that it was illumination for a basketball court. Four young black
men were playing a game, two versus two. One side had removed their
shirts. They looked very well developed. Even the guys with the shirts on
looked pretty good, certainly not like criminals. The many lamps that
bathed the area made me feel a bit safer. I decided to stop and ask for
directions.

I pulled to the side of the street, parking in the pool of light that
spilled from the playing area. I lowered the right side window and shouted
in my best English, "Excuse me. Could you give me directions back to route
836?"

The men stopped their game and all four walked toward my car. One of
the shirtless team walked around to the driver's side window while the
others waited on the sidewalk. He was tall, at least 15 cm taller than my
175. I saw muscled abdominals glistening with sweat on chocolate skin
before he bent over to talk through the window.

"You a tourist? German?"

"Yes, I am a tourist, but from Finland, not Germany. I'm trying to get
back on the highway. Can you give me directions?"

"Where is Finland? Near Germany?" asked one of the men on the other
side of the car.

"Which way do you want to go when you reach the highway?" continued
the man at my window.

"I am headed to Key West," I replied. With that my helper straightened
up and looked over the vehicle toward his friends, but I heard no
conversation. I caught a glimpse of a fleshy tube outlined in the sweat
soaked fabric of his athletic shorts. It looked as big soft as the 18.5 cm
of my own hard dick.

He bent down and said to me, "You're pretty lost. The route back is a
bit complicated. Why don't you let us drive you?" Without waiting for my
answer, he opened the door, unfastened my seat belt and pushed in beside
me. His teammate jumped in the other side and the other two climbed in the
back seat, one of them carrying the basketball.
    I was sandwiched between two huge black men. The guy on my right was
the tallest of the group, easily 200 cm. He placed his arm behind my back
and pulled me to him. The sweat from his body soaked my shirt as I was
pressed into the stone-like muscles of his chest. He had to scoot forward
on the seat to fit his tall frame into the car. Sitting there between these
two huge men was beginning to affect me. I hope they didn't notice the
start of a bulge in my pants.

"Hey, this guy has got a bone in his pants," announced the one in the
driver's seat. "You know you don't have to go to Key West. We can show you
a good time right here." With that he put the car in gear and sped into the
night.

His buddy grabbed my hand and forced it to his crotch. He had a
tremendous member. I couldn't get my hand around it. As I held it through
the nylon shorts, I felt it start to get hard and grow. He pushed my hand
along its length as it began to extend down the left leg of his garment. In
seconds the head appeared still half encased in the enfolding foreskin,
looking lighter and redder than the darker brown covering. As I watched
mesmerized, centimeter after centimeter pushed beyond the fabric. At full
erection it nearly reached his knee, a good 35 cm of throbbing flesh.

Just then the car stopped in front of a vehicle door built into the
side of a brick building. One of the men in back jumped out and raised the
door. The car spurted into the darkened interior. As I heard the door slam
shut, lights snapped on. We were in a warehouse. It looked empty and
abandoned.

The others piled out of the car. The big one beside me pulled me out
with him. I sprawled on the concrete floor at his feet. As I looked up at
him towering above me, I stared right into the tip of his mighty sex organ
that was trying to rip out the leg of his basketball shorts.

My captors gathered in front of me and removed their few remaining
clothes. I was frightened, but excited at the same time. How could I avoid
it? As they stripped I saw four of the hottest guys I'd ever hoped to meet.

The guy who was driving was about 190 cm tall and at least 100 kilos
of solid muscle. His arms were at least 50 cm, his chest over 130 cm with
big slabs of pectoral muscles. His tits were darker brown than his
chocolate skin and pointed downward because of the mass of muscle above
them. His body tapered dramatically to a small waist that accentuated the
abdominal muscles that I noticed when I first saw him. Thick, powerful
thighs flared below . He had kinky black hair on his head and pubic area as
did they all. However, the rest of his body was smooth. His dick stood up
along his abdominals covered in flesh darker than the rest of him and
crisscrossed by a network of veins. At least 25 cm.

His teammate made him seem small in every dimension. At least 200 cm
tall was my guess, arms nearly 60 and chest about 150. He must have packed
a good 140 kilos of muscle. Five of those must have been dick. Now free it
stood horizontal from his body easily 35 cm and as thick as my wrist. His
skin was covered in kinky black body hair that was particularly thick on
his chest. The skin was a very dark brown with the dick about the same
except for the head and last few centimeters of shaft that pushed beyond
its sheath.

The other two were not as heavily muscled; more like swimmer's
builds. One was a few centimeters shorter than the driver, the other a bit
taller. The shorter one had very light brown skin. Despite being the
shortest he had a good 30 cm tool. It was not as thick as the driver but
had a flaring head on the end. The other had chocolate skin just a shade
darker than the driver. His dick was a tad shorter than the driver and not
as thick as his teammate's, but still thicker than mine. The head tapered
so that the entire piece grew steadily wider as it approached his body.

The driver's voice ordering me to get out of my clothes broke my
reverie. I stripped. I am not ashamed of my body even though my youth had
long past. I am 175 cm and 66 kilos with a sporty build. My hair is brown
and I am well covered with hair on my body. My 18.5 cm dick was nothing to
be ashamed of either, but it was not worth much in this company. It was at
its fullest size anticipating the sexual action that was about to begin. I
tried to put the thoughts of what might happen afterwards out of my mind.

The two smaller men, who each still outweighed me by 15 to 20 kilos,
half carried me to where three bales of rags were stacked in a triangular
pile. My torso was placed over the top bale, chest down, and ankles and
wrists tied together with other rags that led under the top bale and
through the space between the two bales that formed the base of the
stack. My ass stuck over the back. With my legs drawn forward by my bonds,
it was spread and open to their pleasure.  My stiff dick was pointed
straight down, plastered against the back of the bale supporting me.

"We better let Jimmy and Earl go first," announced the driver to his
teammate. "You know that after you finish with him he won't be much good
for anything for a while. OK, Jimmy you're up. Earl you're on deck."

The big stud produced a condom from a sack on the floor. He handed it
to the guy with the "smallest" dick, who must be Jimmy. Rolling it on Jimmy
disappeared behind me. I felt his hands on my butt cheeks, spreading them
and massaging my crack. His dick rubbed along the furrow. Then he backed
off and pushed it into my dangling balls and along my shaft. Without
warning a finger stabbed into my ass ring, burying itself deep. I tried to
relax. I told myself he wasn't that much bigger than my buddy from home who
had given me a going away fuck last night. He had 20 cm and was thicker
than Jimmy.

A second finger was added and then a third as my pucker was roughly
prepared to accept the upcoming invasion. "You ready for ten inches of
prime black beef?" said the voice from behind as I felt the blunt pressure
of his head add itself to the spot that his three digits still pierced.

"Stop boasting Jimmy," said the biggest. "You know you only have nine
and a half."

"Yeah, but I'll bury each one of them in his tight white ass. I'll bet
you a twenty that you can't get all your fourteen in."

With that I felt the fingers withdraw and, as the tips eased out, the
pointed spear of his sex slid in followed by what seemed like several
centimeters of shaft. He pushed in a few more centimeters. I moaned from
the pleasure of penetration and tightened my ass muscles about the firm
intrusion. I really am a natural bottom, though I have topped on
occasion. I have fantasized about black studs in the past, looking at
pictures in the newsgroups and reading stories on the nifty archive. Now I
was going to get all the black cock I could handle even though it might
kill me.

I felt him move deeper and deeper inside me. It was pure pleasure
until he started to plow fresh ground. My gut wasn't used to anything that
deep, though I had one or two men in my time that could have almost matched
him, they stopped when the going got tough and my pain increased. Jimmy was
clearly not going to ease off for my comfort. He withdrew a bit and plunged
back in powerfully, forcing himself a bit deeper each time. I yelped each
time he bottomed out.

"Scream all you want," said the driver, who seemed to be the de facto
leader of the group. "No one can hear you. There'll be plenty of
opportunity for screaming when you take care of us big boys."

Jimmy pounded away at me for minutes. I tried to relax, but each flash
of pain caused me to tense involuntarily. Finally, I felt his wiry pubes
press against my flesh. The next stroke pushed his bush tightly into the
cleft of my ass. He held it there, moving side to side and up and down a
bit which caused his hidden pole to shift its pressure points along the
walls of my gut. I gasped to catch my breath.

He slowly withdrew from my ass until just the head remained clutched
in the ring of muscle that served as the door to my inner depths. He filled
me again, smoothly and easily now, with no pain. He pulled himself from me
once more as I clutched my gut to enhance the friction. In and out and in
and out, I reveled in the delightful feeling of being stuffed to the
limit. Moans of pleasure replaced my screams.

"You're really turning him on, Jimmy," said the biggest stud. "Finish
yourself off so we can get our turns."

"Use your trusty right hand or fuck his mouth. It's my turn and I'm
going to enjoy it. You're big enough to fuck yourself if you're in a hurry,
Bill."

Despite his answer Jimmy started to pick up the pace. I supposed you
didn't cross a big buck like Bill no matter what you said to put on a brave
face. He pounded me harder and harder with full length stokes. An open hand
slap on my butt caught me by surprise. I convulsed in pain and reflexively
gripped his pistoning shaft. Every few strokes he'd do it again with the
same result. It must have worked for him because a minute later he stayed
in deep and hard and I heard him groan. He pulsed inside me as he
unloaded. Exhausted he lay on top of me, our mutual sweat lubricating the
points of contact.

"You can rest anywhere. Pull out. It's my turn now," demanded Earl,
taking a few last hand strokes to bring his straining member to full
size. He rolled fresh protection on his 30 cm piece that looked a bit
thicker than Jimmy's.
    I felt Jimmy rear back and slip his softening flesh from my body. To
tell the truth I was sorry to feel it leave, but I knew new experiences
would be upcoming. I felt empty when his head pulled clear and I felt the
cool night air in the warehouse blow into my di