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cock abandoned to him.
    The guy again kisses his prey, sucking hard on his hips, then his cheeks. He starts to undo his tight jeans, pushing them down to midthigh level, then caresses his cock with an authoritative hand. Finally, he unglues himself from the pillar and pins himself against the other guy.
    The stooge, still on his knees, spreads his friend's buttocks and introduces into his friend's anus the cock he has never let go of, rewetting it with saliva at the last moment.
    Arching his back to the fullest, the kid against the column breathes an ecstatic sigh.
    The other guy gets up, undoes his jeans, and plants himself against the pillar next to his friend, his ass offered, tense. He stays like that for a minute or two, masturbating quietly, while his friend groans more loudly under the rutting thrusts.
    The big guy foregoes penetrating the little guy, shifts slightly to the right, and pokes his cock into the second ass offered to him. He thrusts twenty times, just enough to dilate the other's ass fully.
    Then he goes back to the first one.
    I am horribly excited by the scene. J.P. passes a hand under my sweatshirt and caresses my breasts, scratches them lightly, twisting the nipples, pulling on them and letting them go, and then making the whole of the breast fill the hollow of his palm, along the length of his luck line, as in the song.
    "What would that do for you, to feel up a young hoodlum like that?" I ask.
    He snorts, laughing.
    "Take me," I say in one breath. A few feet away, the guy switches from one ass to the other.
    J. P. unbuttons his pants. His hand plunges down toward my soaking sex. He plays for several instants with the desire running under his fingers; then he wets my ass and spreads my buttocks. It is my turn to be pinned against a urine-drenched cement pillar, my face screwed to the concrete; my turn to be deeply butt-fucked. This time I just shiver when the bulge of the glans crosses the threshold. Does the flesh grow so quickly accustomed? I close my eyes. I need to feel him come right away, hut also need to be fucked for a long time.
    Suddenly there is a voice, very near: "Hey, man!" Then: "Can we do him together?"
    And the voice of J. P., who at the same instant pulls out of me: "This little faggot? Why not? Here, the place is still warm!"
    His hand weighs on the nape of my neck and keeps me pinned to the wall.
    "Easy, guy, easy! Take your time...and put on a condom." There is a hesitation. Powerful hands grip my hips.
Again, this vision of myself from outside of myself. As if from three meters away, I see my very white buttocks, the sole illumination in the gloomy light of the garage, and the back of a guy I do not know, toward whom I cannot even turn.
    I feel the little rubbery membrane of the condom's reservoir tip being pushed between my buttocks. And then he plunges in.
    Good gracious! I feel like a virgin again. Not only apprehension, but also surprise tightens me up: so there are cocks like this in the world? He plunges interminably inside of me. I hug the pillar as if to flee the monstrous object that forces me open and plows me.
    Derision: where was I thinking of going? The guy punches me hard in the small of the back to make me throw back my shoulders, to give of myself more. The blow makes me shudder, and he plunges all the way in, his pubic hair scratching my skin.
    I cry out; I even shout. The base of his cock is so fat I think my anus will burst. I cry and sob. He starts to thrust in and out, slowly at first, then faster and harder, pulling my hips towards him each time he plunges in. I cry out each time.
    And then, whether because the condom is lubricated or not, he slides in and out of me more and more quickly, without difficulty. I feel a strange pleasure, as if I am shitting in the opposite direction. When he is deepest inside me, I arch my back to offer myself even more. I have stopped crying. Is this me, this groaning little faggot? My thoughts run together. I understand why