The following story is fiction. The description of unsafe sexual practices should not be read as an endorsement of these practices.
It was after midnight, but out in the street it was still warm, even steamy. Coming out of the club, I stopped for a minute or two to say goodbye to the guy I'd been playing around with in the back-room - a rather punkish-looking guy with a shaved skull, boots and torn jeans - and then jumped into the taxi idling at the door. Might as well head for home - I'd been prowling around for hours looking for arse to fuck, but each time I'd thought I'd finally nailed some guy, I'd been thrown on my back with my legs in the air and shagged stupid. Time to throw in the towel. I was feeling a bit pissed off - and sore.
A few drivers like to hang around the entrance to the club after midnight - I'm not sure why. Do the hunks among them think they'll get an extra tip for their looks? Are the horny ones hoping for a quick blow-job before they drop you off?
Anyway, the driver this night was a hot-looking guy in his thirties, thick, black hair, stubbly chin and a foxy grin. Turkish, Greek - something like that, I thought to myself, as I settled into the seat beside him.
'So, have you had a good night, mate?' he asked, as we moved out into the traffic. Shirt open to the breeze ... trim torso, roughly shaved pecs. It's a question that can mean anything.
'Not too bad.' I was actually still so woozy from the jack-hammering I'd copped from the shaven-headed punk that I could hardly think straight.
'So ... is he a mate of yours - that guy you were with back there?' He reached inside his shirt and scratched lazily at his chest.
'Just met him, as a matter of fact.'
'You go for that sort of guy, do you?' He looked over at me with a grin. Cheeky. A pause while we swung up a side-street and then he said: 'Nice arse on him.'
'Think so?' It certainly was a nice arse - I'd spent a good twenty minutes tongue-fucking it and then working a finger or two into its warm, gooey depths. He might've shaved his head, but he certainly didn't shave his arse - it was just the way I like it: hairy, sweaty and still raw and dripping from the fucking some other guy had just given him. Just the smell of it had been enough to give me a hard-on.
'Sure,' he said, dropping one hand down to his crotch. I could see his cock snaking down across one thigh under his jeans. 'Did you fuck him?' I felt my own cock start to juice up.
'Yeah,' I said, 'twice.' It wasn't true, although after twenty minutes with my tongue up his arsehole I'd certainly thought I deserved it. But he'd suddenly grabbed me by the balls, flipped me over and rammed his fuck-pole straight into me. Up to the hilt.
'Yeah? Good fuck?' He was working on his lengthening cock now, gently kneading it through the denim.
'It sure was ... he couldn't get enough,' I said. Talking like this was making me seriously horny again. My cock was uncoiling in my jocks, pulling at the hairs.
'You're getting me hot, mate,' the driver said, as we turned into my street. 'I could do with a good fuck ... the wife's away in Turkey, see, spending time with the family ... and I'm the kind of guy who likes to empty his balls at least once a day ... it's driving me crazy, mate.' Husky voice, more sidelong glances.
Oh, yeah. I could see where this was headed. When we drew up outside my flat, he rested back against the seat, checked out my crotch and grinned again. 'Listen, I really need to take a leak. Mind if I come in and use your bathroom?'
Fuck you, I thought. You think if I say yes, you can come in, take a piss and then I'll just bend over and take that boner of yours up my arse. I looked over at him. Wiry, black-haired, with long legs ... Well, the place for those hairy legs of yours, I said to myself, is on my shoulders. I'd had enough man-juice pumped up me for one night - now it was my turn. And a piece of furry, Turkish arse would be just the thing.
'Sure, come on in,' I said. The meter read ten fifty, I noticed, but he was already opening his door without asking for the fare. My arse for ten fifty ... well, he was in for a surprise.
'Do you live alone, mate?' He looked even better out on the pavement, one hand lightly squeezing his cock and balls. Quite lanky, trim butt, thick, spiky hair gleaming in the street-light.
'I've got my brother staying at the moment,' I said. And Danny would be sure to come sniffing around, too, when he heard us come in. Always hoping I'd brought home some husky Greek footballer or maybe a hairy truck-driver (or two) who might wander into his bedroom next morning by mistake and fuck his brains out. He had a hungry hole, our Danny - it would get him into trouble one day.
'Cool.' As he followed me up the stairs to the flat, I could almost feel his eyes burning into the back of my shorts. I knew he'd be taking in my bare legs, too, imagining spreading them in a few minutes' time to get that cock of his into my hole.
'Bathroom's in here,' I said, turning on the light for him. He squeezed past me with his hand still on his bulging crotch, just lightly brushing my balls with his knuckles. Then he pulled his long, thick pole out and pointed it into the bowl. I watched from the doorway.
'Fuck, that feels good,' he said, smiling back at me. Then he turned round, cock still jutting up out of his flies, to give me a good look at what he thought I was about to have rammed up me. His shirt was hanging completely open now and I could see the fishbone of thick, curly hair snaking down under his belt. Our eyes locked. 'Like the look of that?' he asked.
It was fucking beautiful - but I didn't tell him that. 'What's your name, mate?'
'Selim,' he said. He started stroking his cock, his eyes dropping to my bare legs.
'Well, I'm Zac. Why don't you drop your jeans, Selim? Let's get a good look at you.'
When his jeans hit his ankles, I went dry in the mouth. This was one hot fucker. Slim, with muscled, black-haired legs and a long, ram-rod stiff fuck-pole now rearing up out of a thick tangle of coarse hair above big, drooping balls. I walked across to him and wrapped a fist round his warm, pulsing cock. He was already oozing juice from the slit in his knob and I slowly slicked his shaft with it. He closed his eyes and moaned.
I was about to sink to my knees and start lapping at his balls, then up through the hair at the base of his cock before swallowing his cock - just as a warm-up, just to get his juices flowing - when sodding Danny appeared in the doorway behind me. Selim stiffened, but didn't back off.
'It's OK,' I said, 'it's just Danny - my kid brother.' Well, eighteen, to be precise, but still a bit of a bean-pole. And he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He'd already slipped one hand down inside them to work on his stalk.
Selim clearly liked what he saw. I felt his cock go rock hard in my hand. And, to be honest, Danny was indeed looking particularly fuckable - long, bare legs slightly apart, smooth chest, wild, blond curls cork-screwing all over his head and a thick knob sticking up over the top of his boxers. If Selim hadn't been there, I'd have been sorely tempted to slam him up against the wall and fuck him myself. I was fucking randy and not feeling too fussy about whose hairy hole I shoved it up.
'If you're staying, Danny, get over here and down on your knees.' He didn't need asking twice. He pulled down his boxers and knelt in front of Selim's crotch, his cock standing straight up out of his shaggy groin like a flagpole. 'Lick his balls, Danny,' I said, and, as he went for Selim's churning nuts, I started on his hard, shaven pecs, pulling at the hairs with my teeth and nibbling on his stiff nipples.
'Oh, yeah ...' Selim started groaning, 'eat those balls, mate, go for them ... Aw ... ah ... shit ... yeah ...' Then I started chewing on his armpits. Selim was thrusting his cock and balls into Danny's face so hard I thought he might shoot. Danny grabbed his cock and stuck it hungrily into his mouth, nearly choking as it hit the back of his throat.
'You want to fuck him?' I murmured in Selim's ear. Maybe if he unloads into Danny first, I thought, I can jump him before he knows what's happening.
'Fuck your brother?'
'Sure. Do you want to?'
'Fuck, yeah.'
'OK, do it, man. Fuck his brains out. Hey, Danny,' I said, grabbing him by the hair and hauling him to his feet, 'stand up - Selim's going to fuck you.'
Without a word he got to his feet and leant over the basin, feet apart. Danny didn't often say no to cock. In the dark-room at the club I'd often seen him take on three or four guys one after the other, and after a rest he'd still be hanging out for more, but he could get a bit narky if he thought he was just being used as a cum-bucket.
The weekend before I'd seen six or seven stiff dicks rammed into him, one after the other, when he lost one of the gang's loser-gets-fucked games. OK, it was actually me who lost - he'd just been watching from the sidelines, he hadn't even been playing. I usually take my medicine like a good boy, but when I saw Lou from the garage lining up for his slice of the action - Lou's this hairy Sicilian bruiser hung like a donkey - and he had his cock-ring on, too, I could see it glinting in his bush - I thought I might give it a miss this time. And when I offered the boys my brother's arse instead of mine, they'd rather liked the idea of fresh meat, socked him in the nuts and manhandled him over to the table. As a matter of fact, although he swore like crazy when he had to spread those blond-haired legs of his and bend over the table, if his raging hard-on and the pools of cum on the table afterwards were anything to go by, getting gang-raped by the lads was the highlight of his night. I got off on slurping on the arse-holes and balls of the guys fucking him - I like getting close to the action.
Tonight, though, in the bathroom, Danny was going like a lamb to the slaughter. Kicking off my own shorts so I could jerk off while I watched them, I leant over and held Danny's arse-cheeks apart so Selim could get an eyeful of his hole. My brother didn't trim his crotch-hair, but he did shave his arse-crack, so we both had a good view of his twitching, wet hole. Selim licked his lips as he pointed the leaking hood of his tool at it. 'That's it, mate - ram it up him,' I said. 'Go on - give it to him hard, he can take it. Shag the bastard.'
I crouched down beside them, yanking on my cock, to watch the fuck action. Selim knifed straight into him, right up to the hairy hilt, and then jacked it up hard into his gut. Danny winced and grunted, but took it. Then the heavy fucking began. I thought Danny was going to pull the basin off the wall. Selim's nuts were slapping heavily against his arse as he poled into him. He grinned down at me. 'Hot fucking arse, man,' he said. 'Just what I needed.'
'Smack his balls around, mate,' I said, 'yeah, that's it, give it to him hard ... yeah ... go on, harder ... sock it to him in the nuts - it makes him squeeze his fuck-chute tighter ...' Selim reached round to pummel his balls. Danny gasped and swore, but pushed his butt back even harder into Selim's groin - he wanted that Turkish cock as deep inside his gut as he could get it.
Selim now had sweat pouring down through the clipped hairs on his chest, across his taut stomach into his sticky bush as he gave Danny's arse a savage pounding. The sight of that hairy prong jacking up into the shaven fork between my brother's lean, shuddering thighs was making me so hot to fuck I couldn't bear it any longer. The smell and squelch of fucked arse were driving me beserk. I moved around behind Selim's trim, hairy butt, parted his hot cheeks and buried my face in the hair-clogged crevice. The pungent male smell of his arse-crack nearly made me squirt my juice on the spot. I probed deep into the rough crack with my fingers and tongue, trying to find his hole. And when I found it, jabbing through the hairs, I sank my tongue into the clenched, silky socket. I just had to get that hole opened up - and fucked. I couldn't wait any longer.
I stood up and jammed my knob into the bucking hole, bracing myself for the main thrust. But just when I was ready to skewer the fucker, I felt him start to spasm. And then Danny began grunting and swearing and ramming his butt back into Selim's groin to get more cock into himself and the two of them started to shoot. Selim was emptying his balls into Danny, hammering his spunk into him in jab after vicious jab, while Danny was sending loops of cream up over the basin onto the mirror. I dropped back down to my knees to watch the juice dribble out of my brother's arsehole down the still thrusting shaft.
'Fuck, man, that was great,' Danny said breathlessly - the first words he'd managed to say all night.
'Hot arse, mate,' Selim said, slapping him on the arse-cheek and grinning down at me as if to thank me for delivering it to him. 'Wouldn't mind another piece of it some time ... but shit!' Even with his slimy cock still plugging Danny's hole, he looked at his watch. 'I've got to get back to work, guys! Thanks for the fuck, though - and the tongue job.'
Fucking hell! I'd thought I might still be able to nail that tight Turkish arse, but no - not tonight. For a brief moment I even wondered if I should just grab him by the balls, wrestle him to the floor and rape him. But he looked as if he might fight back and fight dirty, and Danny was too knackered to help.
Pulling his jeans back on, he turned to me, cupped my balls firmly and gave me a rough kiss on the mouth. The scratchy stubble on his chin made my cock stand up even more stiffly - it made me think of the hairy skin I'd been licking inside his arsecrack. 'See you, mate,' he said with another of his foxy smiles. Then he reached round to lightly finger my still juiced-up hole. 'And I wouldn't mind a piece of that arse, either, some time.'
'And I wouldn't a piece of yours, mate,' I said. 'Some time.'
He laughed and tucked his shirt into his jeans. 'Well, Zac, you'd be the first.' Oh, I thought I could probably handle being the first - in fact, just the week before I'd broken in one of Danny's workmates from the pizzeria. He'd thrashed around and yelled and whimpered a lot, but in the end I'd shoved it up him and we'd both gushed like geysers - mission accomplished without too much fuss at all. Anyway, better me than one of those animals he works with. The last time those bastards had cornered Danny in the storeroom, he'd been bow-legged for a week.
'Still, you never know,' Selim went on teasingly, 'treat me right and you might get lucky.' Then he bent across and kissed Danny on the lips as well. 'Thanks, mate. Just what I needed.'
Still naked from the waist down, with my straining cock still at full mast, I walked him to the door. 'See you guys later,' he said, giving my balls one last smack and a tug. 'Horny little fucker, that brother of yours!' Then, checking the number on the door, he ducked out onto the landing. '222 - that's easy enough to remember.' And then he was gone.
After closing the door, I stood for a moment with my rigid cock in my hand, scratched at my sticky pubes and turned out the hall light. Might as well hit the sack. Then I thought: fuck it! Before I turn in, I'm going to have me some arse.
''Hot guy ... Where did you meet him?' Danny called out from his bedroom.
'At the club,' I lied.
'Yeah? Man, he sure knows how to fuck. Anyway, see you in the morning.'
And I thought: know what, little brother? I think you might be seeing me before the morning - like, right now. And I remembered what I'd just seen while crouching on the bathroom floor - those lean, blond-haired thighs parted to let Selim's cock spear that gaping hole, the tightening balls crushed in Selim's fist, the firm butt pressed back into Selim's bushy groin, the furrow between those hairy cheeks filled with coarse fur ... I squeezed my nuts with one hand and pulled on my rearing cock to get it fuck-ready. Sorry, Danny, I thought, but you're going to cop one more fucking tonight, whether you like it or not. And with that I padded quietly into his room. He turned over and looked at me. 'What do you want?' he asked, suddenly alert. What did he think I wanted? To read him a bed-time story?
I didn't say anything - just pulled off my t-shirt and slicked up my cock with spit. Then I clamped one hand over my balls - they'd be his first target - and went up to the bed. 'Come on, Danny - roll onto your side.' Always the best position to fuck Danny in - it makes it easier to get at his nuts while you're banging him.
'What do you think you're doing? No way, mate,' he said, trying to sit up.
'I'll be quick - promise! Now come on - roll over.'
'Just fuck off, you animal! If you think that just because you didn't score a root ...' But by then I was on top of him and the grappling had begun. And yup! - he might have been feeling groggy, but he was going to fight and fight dirty. Wrong move. I like it when a man fights for his arse and the dirtier the better.
In the end it didn't take long at all to pin him down with a fist clamped tight around his balls. 'On your side, boy,' I said to him. 'That's it ... Come on, lift your leg ... Danny, do you want another slap in the balls? Lift your fucking leg, man! ... That's better ...' I wasn't in any mood to play around any longer, I just wanted to get him fucked and get out of there, so, feeling his stretched, wet hole closing around my knob, I drove straight into his bruised fuck-chute. It was a bit loose, so, grabbing him by the hair to pull his head back and make him arch his back, I smacked him hard in the nuts - and he tightened up nicely. All too soon I was shooting hot man-juice deep into his gut - that's the trouble with holding off for so long. He needed finishing off, but, after a bit of rough handwork on his greased-up cock and balls, I soon had him squirting his last load of the day onto his stomach and into his cock-hair.
'Thanks, mate,' I said, giving him a brotherly slap across his butt. 'I owe you one.'
So next morning when he asked if he could have my car for the day, he knew he had me by the short and curlies.
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