This story is based on events that took place a long time ago. They contain graphic description of sex amongst males. If you are too young to read such stuff do not read beyond this. Don't read further if you find such writings offensive.
The characters of this story practiced sex without using protection. That is because those days, there was no need for it. Today no one should behave like these characters.
Sandwiched in the Hostel
Story by Wohi Wohanvi
At the age of 15 I knew I wanted a man to fuck me, even though I didn't quite know what it would be like. During summer vacations, I proceeded to seduce a young man who was reasonably attractive and virile looking and worked as domestic help in our house.
It wasn't difficult at all and soon we got into a routine; every now and then he would come to my bedroom at night and screw me. After the initial thrill of losing my virginity, I started getting bored with him. He wasn't really a good lover; he didn't want to kiss or spend any time in foreplay. He just wanted to put his small penis into my hole and cum as soon as he could. He would then zip up his trousers and go, leaving me dissatisfied with the whole thing. But it continued as there was no one else.
And then one evening things changed dramatically...
I had become friends with someone in my class who was a little older than me. He acted grown up and tough using a lot of four letter words, wore sharp clothes and stayed in a hostel. We really had little in common but he was good to me and we got on well. His name was Hasan.
One evening he invited me to a programme in his hostel. We sat together on seats close to the stage as Hasan knew the organizers of the show. The hall was full of noisy and boisterous students. Without any warning the electric power went off. There were instant shouts and cat calls and whistles from the crowd though everyone kept sitting. It was pitch dark with boys shouting obscenities, whistling and making noise. Suddenly Hasan grabbed me and kissed me full on my mouth. It was so unexpected that it took me a while to know what was happening. By then his arms were around me and his warm lips were over mine, his tongue forcing my mouth to open. After the initial shock I started to respond. One of his hands moved down to my crotch and started playing with my cock that started getting hard. He knew clearly what he was doing and soon I was aroused.
This continued for about a minute and then he took his mouth and his hands away. Soon the power came back and the show began. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. Nothing like that had ever happened to me in 17 years of my life. I glanced at Hasan who was looking at the stage, a slight smile on his face and looking perfectly calm.
It was about 8pm when the show ended and he asked me to come to his room for a cup of tea before I went home. I wasn't in a hurry to go home as there was no one waiting at home that evening. The room was divided into two parts with a wall, an arch connecting the two parts with a curtain but no door. The back portion belonged to his partner who was Hasan's senior. He was not there when we entered the room. The front portion was Hasan's.
He made tea as I sat on the bed. We made small talk and sipped the tea pretending nothing had happened. Hasan was taller than me and little heavier. He was pleasant looking and had long legs.
After we finished the tea he got up and locked the main door and came back to sit on the bed next to me. Without wasting any time, he began kissing me on my mouth. Soon I was lying flat on the bed, Hasan's hands moving all over my body. His tongue pushed my mouth opened and explored inside. I found all this very enjoyable and participated enthusiastically.
He then started taking off my clothes and in a while I was completely naked while he remained fully clothed. His hands continued playing with my body, pinching my nipples, rubbing my cock as he continued to kiss me. He then got up and returned with a small jar of vaseline. I was feeling slightly embarrassed being completely naked so I covered myself with Hasan's quilt that was on the bed.
He removed the quilt to expose my lower body and opened my legs, bending them slightly. He then took a blob of vaseline on his forefinger and put it at the entrance of my hole which he could see clearly. Slowly the finger found its way inside me, making me gasp. The finger sliding inside me felt wonderful and tickled my nerves. He started moving the finger around making me moan and clench my teeth. Before I knew it, another finger was inside me, enhancing the pleasure. I was breathing heavily now and my face felt hot.
Hasan got up and opened the buttons of his shirt, exposing a smooth chest. He then unbuckled his belt, unzipped the trousers and let them fall to the floor. His underwear formed a tent, stretching the fabric, indicating the size of his equipment. He then stepped out of the underwear and stood near me with a slight smile on his face.
My eyes widened in awe. His cock, standing erect and tilting upwards was huge. I mean really huge. It must have been at least 8" long and very thick. Without a foreskin it looked like a weapon, ready to attack. Its base was shaved and without the hair, it looked sinister. The person who took my virginity had a cock half this size.
Hasan came and joined me on the bed, lying next to me and covered us both with the quilt. He then turned towards me and embraced me tightly, kissing me on my mouth. He was a great kisser. I could feel his massive cock poking me in the stomach. As he continued to kiss, his hand slid downwards, between my legs and his finger found the hole and entered it again, this time a little less gently. I winced as the other finger too found its way in. The fingers were moving as if they were trying to widen the passage preparing it for what was to come.
My body felt like it was on fire and I was aroused like never before. I clung to Hasan, my hands rubbing his back and his tight buttocks as he continued to kiss my lips and my nipples while his two fingers continued to probe my pussy. His massive cock was pressing against my stomach. He then put my hand on it. I grasped the shaft and realized how thick it was. I wondered how it will go in. I was soon to find out...
Our smooching was getting more frenzied and passionate and we were both breathing hard. Hasan then turned me to lie on my back and got between my legs, rubbing his hard phallus into my crotch. I held him tightly, our cocks pressing each other.
He then threw away the quilt and sat on his knees between my legs, spreading them wide, bending them backwards. He put a pillow under my ass raising it. He picked the vaseline jar and put some on his throbbing cock, covering it thoroughly with the stuff. I can still recall the faint, sweet fragrance of vaseline.
He took position and with his hand guided his swollen cock towards my hole. He rubbed it on the hole for a while and then placed it at the entrance and pushed. Nothing happened. He held the huge cock in his hand and tried again. I could feel the head of his cock on the hole. I became tense. He pushed a little harder and as the huge head entered me, I felt my tight hole stretching, finding it hard to accommodate so big an intruder. It was quite painful.
I began to panic and wanted him to stop but from the expression on his face I knew he will not and that his huge cock will invade me even if my defenceless hole got ripped open. I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my teeth, preparing myself for the attack. Hasan had worked it all out and without any warning he rammed his cock into me in one quick and powerful stroke, burying the entire monster into my hole up to the shaved base of his cock.
I nearly passed out with pain and opened my mouth to scream, my body going rigid but Hasan clamped his hand on my mouth. He stayed there, his cock completely inside me, nailing me down with his weight. I had tears in my eyes and it felt like my hole had been ruptured. Hasan had a `mission accomplished' look on his face. He obviously had done this before. He obviously thought he had just taken my virginity and it certainly felt like that. The actual first time wasn't painful at all.
He removed his hand from my mouth and smiled at me. I told him it hurt like hell and to please take it out. He whispered sweet nothings to me telling me it would soon be alright and that the worst was over and yes, he would soon take it out But of course nothing like that happened. He lifted my legs and pushed them till they touched my shoulders, raising my ass, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper. But the pain did go away, replacing it with a sensation that was not unpleasant. The experience was totally different from my first one; far more intense and passionate - a mixture of pain and acute pleasure.
Hasan started to move his cock in and out of my hole. My passage was so tight that he had to move in and out very slowly. He was moaning with pleasure and his eyes were closed; telling me softly how great his cock felt inside me and how tight my pussywas. I started enjoying the movement of his monstrous cock inside me. I was getting hard again.
His cock was now moving in and out with more ease, thanks mainly to the vaseline. He started fucking me hard, burying his cock in single quick strokes. This continued for a long time, may be 10 minutes or so. His cock filled me completely, stretching the passage to its fullest. Hasan kept remarking on how tight the hole was and that this was the best ass he had ever fucked and he hoped it didn't hurt too much. He treated me like he was fucking a virgin and I didn't correct him.
He came suddenly, shooting his hot cum into me. He came again and again filling me completely. He stayed inside, his cock spent but still hard. After a minute or so he withdrew his cock slowly from my hole and then went and brought a towel with which he cleaned me as well as himself. I felt battered and lay there with my legs open. My hole was sore and felt empty. I touched and found it wet with Hasan's cum, some of which had leaked out. I felt ravaged.
He returned and lay beside me, holding me to him and told me mine was the sweetest, tightest ass he had fucked. He told me he had been fucking boys since he was in school. He gave me the name of someone I knew who was one of his conquests.
He then started telling me about his roommate, how handsome he was. He too liked men and was very good in bed. Hasan told me that sometimes he and his roommate together got someone to have sex with and that it was really great. I was shocked but also a little excited at the thought of being shared by two men.
As if reading my mind Hasan asked me, "Would you like to meet my roommate?"
I pretended to be shocked. "Certainly not", I asked indignantly. But somewhere inside my heart I was excited.
"Oh well, it is up to you. I am happy to have you to myself", Hasan answered holding me more tightly and rubbing his rapidly stiffening cock against my crack. My hole hadn't really recovered and I didn't really want him to go ahead but could not do much as he lifted my leg with his hand under my knee and then placing his now hard cock on my exposed hole once again. Before I knew it, his thick cock was entering it again, this time without any pain. I was relieved and surprised how smoothly the entire cock went inside me, filling me completely.
He started to fuck me again, pushing in and pulling out very slowly. The sensation was wonderful and I began to respond, pushing my ass into him as he thrust. He turned my face towards him and kissed as he fucked.
My pussy felt really open as he continued to fuck me with his thick cock. He went on and on without any change in speed. He drilled me thoroughly, entering very deep causing me to get hard and feel wonderful. But I was getting tired too and wished him to cum but there was no change in the rhythm as he pounded me.
"Please stop, I am tired. Please", I pleaded with hasan.
"Okay, baby", Hasan whispered and began to really slam his cock into me, his body making a slapping sound as his cock filled me. His pace increased and he began ramming into my defenceless pussy. I felt violated and battered as he went on till he eventually came again, pumping his hot cum into me.
I too climaxed, playing with my now hard cock, spilling my cum on the bed. We both lay there silently, exhausted, his cock still inside me.
I dozed off for a bit and when I opened my eyes again, Hasan had taken out his cock but was still holding me in his arms, playing with my nipples. My hole felt wide open and empty and was really sore. I wanted to get up and go home.
Just then, someone tried to push the door open and when it didn't a voice asked Hasan to open the door. I tensed with panic and started to get up quickly but Hasan held me down.
"Just stay here, it is Mahmood", Hasan calmed me. He then covered me with the quilt, tied a towel around his waist and went and opened the door. He stood there whispering to the person standing outside and then returned to me.
"It is my room partner. If you don't want to meet him he will go away and return after you are gone. But if you like, we can all have fun together. You won't regret it, I promise", Hasan said reassuringly.
My heart started to pound. This was like a fantasy being played in real. I was excited as well as a bit frightened at being at the mercy of two persons. Hasan watched me with a slight smile on his face, waiting for me to answer.
"I... I don't know... I mean do you think it is okay?" I stammered. Hasan took this as a yes, went to the door and opened it telling his partner to come in.
Mahmood was taller than Hasan, better built and about 4 years older. He looked more like a man and didn't look like a student at all. He was wearing a dark shirt, jeans and was carrying books and folders in his hands.
"I need to freshen up", Mahmood said with a smile as he went into the backroom. Hasan came and sat on the chair next to me. His towel parted showing the limp, fat cock that had just fucked me mercilessly. It looked innocent.
Mahmood returned to the room wearing a vest and a blue checked, Indian style sarong. He had a broad chest, tapering to a trim waist and a bubble butt. He was attractive, with curly shiny hair, dark skin and flashing white teeth. He was clean shaved.
He came and sat on the bed next to me without any self consciousness. Hasan introduced us and we shook hands formally. I was covered by the quilt up to my neck and feeling awkward. Mahmood could sense I was tense and so didn't glance in my direction and jokingly asked Hasan where he had found such a cute looking boy. Hasan told him who I was.
"Wow! You really know how to pick them. Another virgin you have deflowered?" he asked enviously. Hasan just smiled. Mahmood then suggested that we should have a drink and asked Hasan to take out the bottle from the back room cupboard.
Hasan disappeared into the back room and Mahmood turned to me and put a hand over my side on the quilt and said, "Let's go to the backroom; we don't drink in the front room in case someone came. Drinking is prohibited in the hostel".
"But I am not wearing anything", I answered, turning red.
Mahmood smiled wickedly and said, "In a while we will all be naked. What does it matter?"
Hasan had come back and was standing listening to this with a grin on his face.
"Come on, don't be embarrassed", he extended his hand towards me.
I sat, trying to wrap the quilt around my waist. Mahmood sat next to me, looking amused. I sat up keeping the quilt as a cover but it was heavy and not easy to keep around me. Just when I thought I had succeeded in using the quilt to cover me, freeing my legs, Mahmood pulled the quilt away and I stood there completely naked in front of both of them.
I gasped and turned red and then Hasan came and hugged me and told me to relax. He then dropped the towel around his waist to make me feel better and putting an arm around my waist led me to the back room, both of us naked. I could see his cock was on a half mast already. Mahmood followed us.
In Mahmood's room he made me sit on the bed, a pillow behind my back and sat next to me with his arm around me. Mahmood sat on the chair and poured whiskey in three glasses and added water. He passed the glass to me. I didn't really want to drink the stuff but took it because I thought it would make me feel relaxed. After passing the glass, Mahmood put his feet up on the bed, almost touching mine. The sarong parted showing a strong hairy thigh.
Hasan made me gulp my drink down and moved closer to me, his arm now around my waist. He was hard and totally unselfconscious about it. Mahmood handed me another glass of whiskey. They too were on their second drink.
Mahmood got up, went to Hasan's side of the room and switched off the light there. He came back, swiched on a small lamp and then switched off the main light on the wall. The room was now dimly lit. There was a window overlooking some fields. It was pitch dark outside. I was beginning to relax and did not feel self conscious about my nakedness. My head was beginning to feel light. Hasan was fondling me, kissing me and playing with my cock. I spread my legs in front and saw that Mahmood had lifted his sarong exposing a thick hard cock rising from a dark bush. He was looking at me hungrily, stroking his cock . I started feeling good and opened my legs suggestively.
Hasan called Mahmood, "Why don't you also join us on the bed?"
Mahmood obliged and sat on my other side, his body touching mine, the glass in his left hand. He put his hand on my naked thigh. It felt cool on my skin. He then turned and told me to finish my drink so I could have another. I declined but he continued to insist. I had finished my second glass and was already feeling a little woozy.
Mahmood put his arm around my neck and put his glass against my lips asking me to take one sip. I opened my mouth and he made me drink most of his whiskey.
I was now feeling really light headed and didn't quite know what was happening to me. In a while I found I was lying between both of them, my legs open, one resting on Hasan, the other on Mahmood who took my hand and put it on his rock hard cock that I grasped and began to stroke. He groaned and moved his hand down between my legs and his finger found its way into my hole, entering it slowly. I could hear him tell Hasan, "Your have really opened his pussy".
Hasan just grumbled something. He was slightly tipsy and busy sucking my nipples and kissing. His hand too travelled towards my hole and one of the fingers joined Mahmood's finger, probing my wet pussy. My legs were now wide open and I was feeling aroused. I held Hasan's hard cock with my other hand. My cock was hard too. Mahmood's hand began to stroke it and he said, "He is ready. Get your finger out. I want to go first".
Mahmood got up to sit between my legs and proceeded to put them on his shoulders. Hasan joined him and helped by holding his cock and directing it to my entrance. Mahmood had not bothered to take of his clothes. The sarong was around his waist, his thick dark phallus rising from a black tangled hair.
He spat on his hand and lubricated his erect cock. He told Hasan, "I am going in now. Watch". He was talking like I was not even there.
Slowly but expertly his cock began its entry into my hole which was as thick as Hasan's. Hasan bent his neck and watched it go in and stroked his own hard cock. Mahmood was now fully inside me, his pubic hair tickling my ass. He gripped my ankles in his hands and spread them and pushed deeper. It felt great and I moaned.
"Wow, what a tight pussy", Mahmood hissed, grinning.
Hasan moved towards my head and began to rub his hard cock on my face. Mahmood started to fuck me now, slowly and deeply. He would push in most of his rod very gently but ram the last inch or so quickly, burying it completely into my hole. He too was a pro.
Hasan shoved his cock into my mouth. I struggled but felt helpless as his huge cock gagged me. The sight excited Mahmood and he started to fuck me more energetically. I lost track of time.
After some time, Hasan came behind Mahmood and said, "Move over, let me fuck him for a bit now". He held my ankles now, keeping my legs raised and spread.
Mahmood took out his still very hard cock from my pussy and Hasan took his place. It was now Mahmood's turn to guide Hasan's thick and eager cock to my open hole. Within seconds, Hasan was pounding me while Mahmood watched from behind, rubbing his cock against Hasan's crack.
The fucking went on and on. They must have changed positions at least twice. I lost count. But I knew that Mahmood came first and then soon after, Hasan's cock entered me and emptied itself. They both lay on my sides, their legs on me, their hands playing with my nipples. We must have looked like a sandwich, I being the filling. My pussy felt as if it was permanently open, oozing their cum. I felt used.
My lips felt swollen and my body ached. Alcohol still blurred my senses and I felt drained. Mahmood was whispering things into my ears, telling me how tight my hole was and how he loved fucking me. Hasan turned me to his side and started kissing me on my mouth playing with my cock. Mahmood began rubbing his limp cock against my crack with his hand around me, touching Hasan.
After a minute he exclaimed, "Mother fucker. You are hard again, Hasan. You can't fuck him again. He would not be able to walk".
"No he will", Hasan assured him and then laid me on my back on the bed. He dragged me to the edge and stood on the floor between my legs, taking position.
"Hold his legs open", he ordered Mahmood. Mahmood sat behind me with me between his legs and then lifted my legs, putting his hands underneath my knees making my pussy a really easy target for Hasan's cock that was about to drill me. He didn't need to as my hole was really loose with all the bashing it had taken. Mahmood was kissing my neck telling me that it would be his turn after Hasan was through with me. By now I didn't really care and closed my eyes, resigned to another invasion.
Hasn's hard and thick cock started drilling me again, moving tightly and slowly. His hands were on his buttocks and were moving forward and back, pushing his cock in and out my well used hole. I could also feel Mahmood's hardness poking me in the back. He was rubbing it, groaning with pleasure.
"Hurry up now, I want to fuck him now", Mahmood told Hasan who completely ignored it and continued to plough my ass with determination, his eyes glazed, his mouth slightly open. His eyes were half closed and he was panting. By now there was no pain, thanks to the earlier poundings, Hasan's cock was moving in and out smoothly.
My cock too had become hard, leaking precum. It bounced every time Hasan shoved his cock in. Despite the rough treatment, I was enjoying myself. Mahmood again told him to hurry up and lifted my legs higher. Hasan started to now slam his cock in almost brutally, making my body and Mahmood's jerk with impact. Hasan continued to pound and then began to moan loudly, increasing his pace and then slammed hard for the last time and came inside me, falling over me. Mahmood dropped my legs and held me by my waist as Hasan collapsed on me. My legs had no energy left and were spread open.
After a minute or so of inactivity, Hasan withdrew his semi hard cock from my pussy that was leaking cum on the floor. His cock was also covered with it. He left me and went to clean himself up. In the meanwhile, Mahmood dragged me back into bed and started opening my legs.
"No, no, please leave me. Please", I started to beg him folding myself into a ball, clasping my hands around my legs and turning on my side. I didn't realize that my ass was still an easy target for another attack as my hole was completely exposed. All Mahmood had to do was to place this engorged cock on the hole and push slightly. Without any effort at all, the whole length of his thick and hair cock slid into me, filling me deeply. He began to fuck me in that awkward position, resting his weight on one of his elbows.
I was now moaning loudly. Being fucked almost non-stop for over an hour was too much for me to take. The effect of alcohol was wearing off and my body was hurting with the rough handling. Despite all this, however, I realized I liked fucked. The to and fro motion of a hard cock moving in my pussy was pleasurable and I didn't really want it to end.
Mahmood turned out to be a long distance runner and continued to plough me for a long time. Hasan in meanwhile got dressed and sat on a chair watching us. Mahmood didn't mind it at all. They had probably done this before. He now had me on my back, my legs open and bent sideways, his torso bent over me, weight on his knees, his cock moving in and out of my pussy. I just lay there taking it all.
Suddenly his pace increased and he started moaning, "ah, aaaah, aaaah' and then rammed his cock in with a loud, "aaaaaaaaah" and filled my pussy a second time with his seed. Even after coming, he continued to grind and push his hips forward, impaling me with his still hard cock. I clung to him with my arms tightly around his back and felt completely drained.
Eventually, he got up, leaving me there uncovered, lying naked, my legs obscenely open and my hole leaking cum. He also got dressed. Hasan came and sat next to me, caressing my body with a smile on his face. I just looked at him, too tired to even speak.
They were both feeling very warm and protective towards me. Hasan brought my clothes from the front room while Mahmood cleaned me with a towel. They then helped me dress. I was finally able to sit, fully clothed and felt human again. But my hole still hurt and felt empty and open.
We then went out on Mahmood's bike, both Hasan and I on the pillion, with me sandwiched between the two roommates. We stopped by at a small place to eat something after which they dropped me home. It was 11pm. In three hours I had experienced something that would always stay with me.
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