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A couple of hours went by and my cell phone rang. I jumped to my feet and answered it, and was relieved to hear Anthony's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Eh, I'm on my way up in a few minutes. Cool?" Anthony asked.

"Yeah, cool." I said.

"Good. Get undressed. I want you on the edge of the bed when I walk in, ass up and face down. Got it?" he instructed.

"Got it."

It seemed like hours before I heard him knock at the door (which I had left unlocked for him) and walk in. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I guess he planned to fuck me. I wondered if I should have lubed up or what, but opted to follow his instructions precisely.

The bedroom was dark, with the only light being that coming from the living room. The room suddenly became darker as Anthony walked in, though I did not look back to see him. Suddenly, I felt a slap on my ass, and I jumped.

"You look like you want to get fucked. Do you want to get fucked, fag boy?" he asked.

"Yeah, I want to get fucked. I want you to fuck me, Anthony. I love your cock." I responded.

"You like my cock? What else do you like. Tell me everything you like about my body." he ordered.

"I like licking your feet and sucking your toes. I love licking and sucking your big nuts. I love eating your ass. Your ass tastes so good. I love licking your pits. And, I love sucking your cock and swallowing your cum. Your cum tastes, so good." I rambled.

"Wow, sounds like you're a MAJOR fag, huh? You just can't get enough, can you?"

"No, I can't get enough."

"Good, 'cause I'm gonna help you out. Dennis here is going to give us a hand to be sure you get all you need," Anthony said.

My heart stopped. It had never occurred to me that Anthony would have anyone with him. I was so humiliated and vulnerable in my current position, and the last thing I wanted was to turn around and look. Finally, curiosity got the best of me, and I turned around. I was paralyzed by what I saw.

There in the doorway to my bedroom stood a man who had to be every bit of 6'6" tall, and probably about 350 pounds. He looked like a mountain, especially compared to Anthony's small frame. As my eyes surveyed Dennis' body, I noticed he had huge hands, big feet, and a big belly. His arms were big and solid, and I wondered whether that was from moving that weight around or whether he actually worked out on