"Hey man," Mike greeted Ethan. "Get in on this with me buddy. This faggot loves straight cock." He never ceased his onslaught the entire time he greeted his friend, just continuing to pump his wrist thick eleven inch cock in out of me in smooth, determined strokes.
"Is this the one you caught on tape?" he asked in a deep, sexy baritone. "The cocksucker who blew two strangers in the kitchen?"
"Fuck yeah it is buddy. I made him suck my cock this morning to pay for it, and he did such a good job at being my slut I decided to have some more fun with him."
"Been a while since we ran a train on some cock slut," said Ethan, almost wistfully. As they talked, Ethan had been walking over to me and stripping off his clothes. He was so fucking sexy, a sturdy frame at 5"10, with a square, wide cut jawline and plump lips. He had a pronounced brow framed by big, bushy eyebrows, and dark eyes, with a large, Roman nose. He kept his slightly curly black hair cut close, and his tanned, olive skin was covered in a thick layer of black fur. My eyes widened at the sight of his bulge when he stepped out of his pants, a substantial looking cock barely confined by the gray boxer briefs, but I only saw him like this for a moment before he pulled those down to and stepped forward, his erection bobbing free in the air.
It was almost the same dimensions as Mike's cock, but where Mike's had a slight downwards curve and a head fatter than the shaft, Ethan's was perfectly straight and wrist thick the entire way to a pointed, uncircumcised cockhead. I could see a pearl of precum glistening at the tip of his long, folded foreskin as it bunched up just over the tip of his quickly hardening cock. It was crowned at its thick root by another wild thatch of black hair, dense all around his stomach, thighs, and a pair of balls even bigger than Mike's though in a less droopy sac. The smell of Italian male musk was so much stronger in the room now that Ethan had stripped, an intoxicating aroma of their sweat and hormones and cigarettes and beer and piss.
He stepped up to me and peeled back his foreskin, intensifying the smell even more and revealing a large, spongy looking head dripping with precum and flecked at the ridges with bits of smegma. I immediately dove onto it, licking it clean with my tongue, lapping up his sweet juice and dickcheese, tasting his dried cum and piss.
"He's a kinky fucker!" Ethan cried out, before addressing me, "You like that dirty uncut dick? Like tasting my piss and sweat?" I just grunted in confirmation as I suckled on his cockhead.
"I had him eat out my pits earlier man, the faggot likes it dirty," said Mike, continuing to fuck me at his same steady pace.
"I'm gonna make him eat me out then," grinned Ethan, before pulling the tip of his cock from my needy mouth and turning around, squatting in a wide stance and spreading his ample, furry ass, a giant bubble butt of har muscle with a dark crevice of smelly, stinky fur. "Get licking faggot," he growled, his head twisted back to glare down at me. I immediately began to lick his hairy ass, savoring the smelly ass sweat that was soaked into him. It tasted like he hadn't showered in days, building up a thick layer of sweaty, smelly grime. His asshole was tangled in thick, wiry fur, and tasted most strongly of his male flesh. He groaned loudly as I licked at this ring, and Mike grabbed my head, pushing it further into his buddy's smelly, delicious ass.
"Yeah eat his fucking ass man. Bet this is a dream come true for a twisted little faggot like you? How do you like servicing two Italian straight studs, huh? This enough cock for you? He was fucking me faster now, his hips a blur in and out as he drove his giant cock in and out of my battered, loosening asshole, his heavy full balls slapping loudly against mine. I just continued to eat out Ethan hungrily, growling into his ass as I savored his taste.
"He's doing a good fucking job too, man," gasped Ethan, feeling my tongue greedily digging into his tight chute and my lips sucking at his sweaty flesh. "I've been working up a sweat for four days now faggot. How do you like the taste of a real, dirty man? You fucking love eating my nasty, hairy ass!" I removed my face, smeared with spit and sweat.
"I fucking love it! I want you dirty straight studs to do whatever you want to me, make me do whatever you want! Fuck me with your fat Italian cocks, make me rim your dirty asses and eat your cock cheese! Let me lick up your sweat!" I cried all of this, babbling all of this as Mike's steady pounding had turned into a series of punishing thrusts, ramming home as hard as he could and pulling all the way out.
Lost in lust, I came a second time, shooting hard on the carpet below me and practically screaming. Mike groaned loudly as he felt my asshole contracting and twitching around his girth.
"Cocksucker just came again! Second time tonight already."
"He can't get enough of our fat cocks man," Ethan said as he turned around and thrust his enormous cock into my still open mouth, "You heard all that nasty shit he was saying."
"Hell, if that's the way he likes then I'm happy to oblige," said Mike. He had changed gears again, pushing himself completely into me and delivering a shallow, fluid fucking motion, angling his curved cock to push downward. He still hadn't come, and I was beginning to wonder when I'd get his cum, and how much of it there'd be. Ethan's uncut cock was thrusting in and out of my mouth, slamming down to his hairy root and withdrawing about halfway, my lips stretched around his substantial girth. His heavy balls kept smacking me on my chin as he fucked my throat, his large hands held around my head. Even though I'd just come, my cock had never gone down as I was being spitroasted by these two extremely well endowed, hairy men. After several minutes of this, Mike abruptly pulled out. I groaned around Ethan's cock, aching at the sudden withdrawl and the empty feeling of my stretched hole.
"You wanna get in on this hole man?" he asked Ethan. Ethan removed his cock from my mouth, saying.
"Fuck yeah man!"
They switched positions, with Mike cramming his dripping cock back ionto my hungry mouth and Ethan settling his cockhead against my entrance. Mike had loosened me up really well, but Ethan's cock was thicker, and I began to feel some pain again as his spear shaped head began to enter into me. He didn't seem to care at all about the whimpers escaping me as he sliced all the way in, his perfectly straight, thick monster of a cock moving into me in one fast, firm stroke. I felt his enormous balls nestled against mine as he rested there, so hot against mine, and felt the scratch of his pubic hair on my lower back. In my mouth, I could taste my own ass juices mixed with Mike's copious precum as he skullfucked me relentlessly.
"Fuck, he's still tight man," Ethan groaned behind me. "Feels so fucking good around my fat cock."
"Yeah this faggot's got a pretty sweet ass," said Mike. "This definitely won't be the last time I wreck it," at which they both laughed, deep bellows of drunken laughter as they abused and used my holes. Ethan had begun a fast, jackrabbit rhythm of fucking, slamming in and out, switching up his angle to slam and probe different parts of my bruised hole. On one stroke he found my prostate, crushing his fat cockhead against it and causing me to groan loudly around Mike's cock. Ethan just chuckled and kept himself at that angle, each thrust in and out of me slamming directly into my prostate. He leaned down, close into my ear. I could smell the alcohol and cigarette smoke on his breath as grunted into my ear. +765432"You fucking like that, you fucking slut? You like my thick sausage up your faggot ass? This hole's made to get fucked hard by giant cocks," he growled to me, continuing to fuck hard and fast in short shallow thrusts. Finishing his statement, he straightened back, up, clasped my waist in his hands, and changed his tempo to long, deep strokes, pulling completely out so he could see my widened hole gaping for cock before plunging it back into me. The guys found a rhythm with each other, On each of Ethan's thrusts into me, Mike withdrew, and when Mike fucked back into my throat again Ethan pulled out. At no point did I not have an Italian monster cock in one of my holes. I was in bliss, lost in the long, hard fucking I'd been getting from both ends, dazed from the intense sex sweat these two dirty straight guys had worked up and the intense eroticism of the whole scene. Above me I heard them talking in low voices but wasn't really aware enough to pay attention, not that I cared what they wanted to do as long as I could play with their cocks.
They both slammed into me completely, Mike almost suffocating me and Ethan stirring up my guts in deep, circular movements of his hips, before they both suddenly pulled out, both my mouth and ass continuing to pucker in the air, desperate to be filled again. Ethan slapped my ass hard, stinging against my tender cheek.
"Get up cocksucker," he said. "We got something special planned."
I rose to my feet, legs wobbly from getting royally fucked by these two massive cocks, and turned around to look at them, leering at me while stroking their cocks.
"We're gonna see just how much that faggot ass can handle," grinned Mike. He turned around and sat on the couch, pointing his cock straight up and saying; "sit on it."
I moved over, standing up on the couch and straddling him, lowering my ass towards his cock and taking the whole thing in one swift motion. He held his hands around my waist, keeping me there. Ethan sidled up behind me, bending his knees slightly and pushing his cockhead towards my stuffed entrance. I was breathing in short, shallow breaths, ready for what was about to come.
"We're gonna double fuck this faggot ass, whether you like it or not," he growled into my ear. I whimpered in fear and lust, ready to be split open by these massive cocks. He began to apply pressure to my hole, trying to work his cock in, but I was stretched too wide around Mike's erection to easily take it.
"I have an idea," Mike said. He reached a hand to my ass, and managed to dig two fingers into me alongside his cock. Pulling my tight muscle, he managed to make a small amount of room for Ethan, who promptly placed his cockhead in the small opening and began to push. I groaned loudly, and then almost screamed as he managed to sink 4 inches of himself into me. Mike and Ethan simultaneously groaned as my ass became even tighter around them, pressing their breeder cocks hard together and spasming around them. Once I'd relaxed a little, he kept pushing himself into me.
It was slow going at first. Even though they'd both loosened me up considerably during the hour long fucking, I was still tight, and was now dealing with an incredible thickness in my guts. They both had fat cocks, but the two together was like taking two baseball bats up my ass at the same time. As he pressed into me, I whimpered and shrieked as my muscles adjusted. Soon enough, they were both buried balls deep inside me.
"Fuck, can't believe he managed to take us both," said Mike. "You like getting double stuffed by our giant Italian cocks faggot? You're just a couple holes to be used by us real men."
"I fucking love it, your cocks are made to be worshipped by a faggot like me. Please, please fuck me!" I shouted, almost crying from the pain which was transforming into a deep, full pleasure I hadn't felt before. At my request, they began a ragged rhythm of fucking, one pulling about halfway out while the other fucked in, and then switching. Their bloated cockheads kept crashing into my prostate as they fucked me hard. This went on for several minutes, the room was filled with my whimpering and their heavy panting and growling, the spicy smell of their sweat completely filling my nostrils as I bounced up and down on their massive cocks. Soon, I could feel my third load of the evening rising up. My balls pulled tight to my shaft and with a loud cry I began to cum, spraying my load high in the air and all over Mike's chest, mingling with his sweat and laying on his hairy chest. They both groaned as my ass began to milk hard at their cocks, clenching on every shot of my load. Abruptly, Ethan pulled out of me and Mike grabbed me up off his cock. I cried from the pain of being empty after so long. I'm sure my hole was ruined, gaping wide from the assault and hungry for more.
"Get down on your fucking knees faggot," growled Ethan, and I quickly moved to kneel before them. They stood there in front of me, stroking their cocks at a furious pace.
"You ready for our fucking loads? We're gonna paint your fucking face with our hot Italian cream," said Ethan through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down his face as he brought himself closer to his cum.
"Oh fuck yes! Please cum on my face!" I cried, desperate to see them cum. Ethan went first, his thick cock seeming to get even bigger, his fat balls clenched tight around his hairy shaft. "Here it fucking comes," he howled, "Gonna fucking come!!" With a guttural series of grunts he began to shoot, his cum flying out at such speed that I could hear it smack as it landed on my face. 10 shots of thick, white cum rained down on me, glazing my face with what felt like a gallon of his load. He was growling and grunting the whole time. Mike wasn't far off, and without even saying anything, stepped close and began to fire, his bloated cockhead almost doubling in size as he began to shoot. Since he'd been fucking me almost nonstop for over an hour, I knew there'd be a lot, but I was still surprised at the volume of it. Long, heavy ropes of thick white cum shot out of him, easily 12 shots at least, and much more copious than Ethan's come. It was running down my face, dripping down my chin as his monster cock kept spraying his heavy load. His grunts and growls were so sexy as he came, and he was pinching his nipple hard as he launched his cum onto me. I licked my lips, getting as much come off as I could with my tongue.
"Leave our cum, faggot," growled Mike. "You're gonna walk home like that."
"Yeah so everyone knows you're a marked, faggot slut. You'll take any guys cum," said Ethan, sadistically chuckling at it all. Mike threw me my clothes, silently telling me to get dressed. I put on my clothes, moving towards the door, when Mike called out.
"And by the way faggot, Ethan and I are both horny motherfuckers, so we'll be doing this regularly. Oh, and I'll see you at work tomorrow, so be ready." I blushed hard from the thought of this happening again, feeling my cock starting to fill out, and left his room, closing the door and hearing the hearty, almost cruel laughter from the other side. Tonight had pushed my boundaries, both physical and mental, but I knew I was ready for more. And who knows, maybe these studs knew other hung Italian guys willing to let a faggot cocksucker service them and take their load.