My First Time With My Barber- A True Story

[newknicksfan]

The following is a true story and the action still continues to this day. Names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.

I hate moving….my job requires it unfortunately but the money is great so I don’t complain. But what I do loathe is the cumbersome process of moving. The security deposit, first and last month’s rent, packing and unpacking, procuring dependable movers who won’t throw your personal possessions into the truck like a sack of potatoes, settling in, getting acclimated to the new environment….where to go for the less greasiest Chinese food joint, the cleanest gym, the deli with the best bagel and morning coffee….the list is endless.

I’ve been in NYC for the past 15 years and have lived in 4 of the 5 boroughs and so quickly figuring out the comforts of the surrounding neighborhood has become second nature to me. After my third move I felt right at home within a few days. Finding a well reputed and responsible barber was a different story. It seemed that right when I found the perfect spot I would have to uproot myself and move. And it was pointless for me to go to another borough just to get my haircut. I admit it, I’m a vain Italian in his late 20’s. I work out and eat right, like my gear tailor made, go to the fake and bake so I look tan year round and I make it a point to get my hair trimmed every other Sunday.

I’m in Brooklyn now and don’t understand why I haven’t been living here since I moved from Seattle a decade and a half ago. So much to do, eat, see without having to worry about street congestion…well not as much at least. And to top it all off I’ve discovered a barber that can do house calls if he can’t squeeze you in the chair that he rents at the shop 2 blocks from my apartment. That’s an added bonus, trust me.

I moved to Park Slope this past November and was desperate to find a place where I can go regularly and know that I would be hooked up by the time I left. I went to barber shops on the advice of friends and colleagues that were familiar with my new neighborhood but they were overscheduled or just didn’t work on Sundays. Maybe I’m stubborn but that is when I get my hair checked. It’s what I’m used to so I’m not gonna change my spots on the account of someone else.

In December my gf at the time put me onto John who was the boyfriend of one of her coworkers. He’s about a couple of years older than me and is most def the looker himself, I’m surprised that he’s managed to stay with his girl for the past 2 years. I’m sure he’s a player. He’s about 6’2 and weighs 180, muscular, bi-racial (half block/half white) with green eyes, even other straight dudes would get caught staring.

I met John at one of those lame corporate holiday parties that my gf unwillingly committed us to. I didn’t care for these stuffy types…yeah I deal with them all of the time because of work but if given the choice I wouldn’t be running with these circles. I still like my video games, sports, parties, chilling with my bros, fucking my hoes…the last thing I wanted to do was commiserate on stock options and real estate investments. My gf and John’s gf were gossiping on the latest office “affair.” I told my gf that I was gonna step outside to have a smoke and John overheard and asked if I wanted company. He whipped out a joint, fired it up and handed it to me for that green hit. That’s why I felt so at ease when I met John, I could see that we were cut of the same mold.

Shortly thereafter John was cutting my hair every other Sunday. With NFL season coming to an eventual close and being a hardcore fan, he would take a few appointments in the late morning/early afternoon at the shop on Sunday and would bring his gf over to my spot and watch whatever game was on that night. The girls would do their thing and then the boys would have their football and then I would get my hair clipped. It became almost ritual after the Seahawks had won the Superbowl that the 4 of us would do a couples night every Sunday- we’d trade off on who made/paid for dinner (my ex couldn’t boil water to save her life) and who would be responsible for the entertainment.

Some time in March my ex and I were on the skids and because of that, hanging out with John and Jessica ultimately came to a slow halt. I still had to get my hair cut and because I didn’t have to worry about it with John I continued my loyalty to him. Rather than cutting my hair at my place, I would just be his last appointment at the shop and we could hang out if we so chose. Almost always he would blaze and share a phat blunt before hooking me up- I enjoy getting my hair cut baked and I guess it puts John in a zone.

Jessica had to go overseas on business for almost a month so John was left to his own devices. Having chilled with John and knowing how frequent he and Jessica fucked I knew that John was going to lose his shit easy. Being the good friend I had become John had assigned me the role of cock blocker and to remind him that whenever he’d want to get it in with some ratchet chick, I was to tell him to go fuck himself and take a cold shower. His words, not mine lol.

It had been a week into Jessica’s business trip that I had come in for my biweekly upkeep with John. His connect had come through a couple hours earlier so by the time I was in the chair, he handed me a blunt and a lighter and ordered me to spark it. I did as I was told and laughed because of the way he barked at me….as I hit it I ended up coughing everything that I’d taken in. I was loopy seeing stars but dayum the high I got was beyond this world. It was prolly the best I’d ever had. I passed the blunt back to him and he killed it in less than 2 minutes.

Like I said I enjoy getting my hair cut while I’m stoned but for some reason this time I was getting turned on by it. Maybe the batch was laced with ecstasy or something because every time John took the clippers to my hair, I would feel my dick harden. I was so into this experience that I focused on the warmth of John’s fingers touch my scalp and how I tingled with every brush of his skin. I even remember discretely inhaling the Kenneth Cole cologne off the top of his shirt and thinking that John was the ultimate player- he could get anyone he wanted. I was getting nervous because he was turning me on.

John had finished and led me over to the shampooing area and tilted me back so I was horizontal to the sink. He rinsed the remaining hairs and started lathering my scalp. I’m a fool for a scalp massage and quickly fell in a deep and horny trance as he continued. I could feel his dick and nut sac graze my arm as he attended to washing the residual suds. Fuck, being this close gave me that funny feeling in my stomach. Before I even knew it, John had finished rinsing me out and laughed, pointing to the tent I created under the cape. Under the equivalent of liquid courage the high I was feeling emboldened me- I made no bones about it (sorry for the pun) and told John straight up that I was horny……for him.

John stared at me nervously and then gave a look of shock when I grabbed his cock through his pants. He didn’t stop me and even encouraged me to keep doing what I was doing after that important boundary had been crossed. He broke away and made me feel anxious. Did I go too far, was he gonna beat the shit out of me? John was headed towards the entrance, I thought he was gonna show me the door. He saw the panicked look on my face and burst into laughter when he turned around, which immediately put me at ease.

“Relax fool,” John said in broken laugher putting his hand on my shoulder and guiding me to his office in the back of the shop. He busted out some Hennessey and brought a glass over to me. “So I got you goonin huh?” John asked seductively. “I-I-I don’t know why I did that,” I stammered. I started to feel warm and I don’t think it was from the liquor either. “I like getting my scalped massaged,” was all I could think of next. John fell on the ground howling in hysterics. He was on his back, in tears. After about a couple of minutes he had calmed down and sat on the opposite side of the couch.

“I’m straight dude, you know that I fuck chicks man,” I said defensively. I was a little embarrassed…I thought I had enough swag to at least fight through the nerves. “Chill bruh, it’s all good. Y’know I’m your boy,” John offered. Awkward silence. I didn’t know what else to say. My brain was on overload yet I blanked when it came to speaking.

“Don’t worry about it man. If it makes you feel any better the scalp is one of those hot spots that can get anyone geeked. My girl is the same way…and I kinda am too.” By then my woody had all but vanished and my heart rate returned to almost normal. I found myself relaxing a little more. John whipped out another blunt and handed me the first puff. 30 minutes later I was feeling my buzz and horniness was finding its way back to my dick. Trying to put the soldier down I was trying to think of something to occupy myself.

Clearly John was riding the same wave. “Tony, would you rub my scalp for me please?” he asked quietly. John was testing the waters now and at this point I kinda wanted to get even with him a little…I saw the challenge presented in front of me. Get. John. Hard.

“Sure, why don’t you sit on the floor in front of me,” I offered. John took off his cap and sat it between my legs and continued to blaze on the blunt. I started off with the front of his scalp and worked my way towards the back, using the same type of motion I would use to lather my hair. From time to time I would graze my fingernails along his skin and he would shiver. Minutes later I felt John relax a lot more, his breathing was deeper. “Puff puff give,” I demanded. I was about to stop the massage when John whimpered, “Keep going bruh, don’t stop. I’ll hold out the blunt for you, just bring your lips to it and smoke it and keep doing what you’re doing. Jessica doesn’t have anything on you right now.”

I was encouraged and feeling myself getting my swag back. The outline of John’s bulge through his b-ball shorts was proof. I obliged and continued my mission and tried to smoke the blunt inches from my face. John held the blunt so close to the edge with his thumb and forefinger that I wasn’t gonna be able to get a good drag unless…

I wrapped my lips around the blunt as best as I could and had John’s forefinger and thumb in the process. I sucked in what I could and got a decent drag but still wanted to get a better hit. I went in for a second drag and sucked in both of his fingers on the tip of the blunt with my tongue wedged in…John’s fingers were getting wet with my saliva. Surprising since I was cotton mouthed the entire time lol.

John set the blunt down in the ashtray and asked me to massage his neck and shoulders. This was gonna get serious and headed somewhere we both did not expect in the very least. I’ve got good strong hands and having been trained in the art of pizza dough by my Nana I’ve got pretty nimble fingers. I ran my fingers through John’s scalp with my left hand and with my right hand I rubbed his neck. His chin was on his chest, I knew John was feeling nice. I then moved my attention to his shoulders and worked on the knots with both of my thumbs. Not being aware of the pressure I was applying I felt John jolt up and twinge. “My fault bruh,” I apologized. “Nah man, kinda hurts good,” he countered.

I worked on his shoulders and neck some more, kneading my knuckles on his hard body. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I don’t do this shit with my buds but here I am now going where I haven’t gone before. John was back to almost catatonic as a result of my efforts, breathing returned to heavier levels again. I had to feel his arms, sculpted muscles…this boy was yoked. You could tell he paid some good time at the gym to achieve that body. I squeezed both arms and up and down from shoulder to wrist. As I worked my way down I found my lips level with John’s soft neck.

I went in for the kill and proceeded to massage his neck and ears with my lips and tongue. “Word?” John asked surprisingly. I. Got. Him. Now.

John melted. He was purring and loving the neck assault I was giving him. “Mmmmmm, what are you doing to me?!?!?!” he whispered hoarsely. His dick head was popping out from under the band of his shorts. John jumped up and pushed me onto my back on the couch and decided to return the favor. He got on top of me, lips glued to my neck and about to give me the deepest hickey. John grinded his hips and I felt his boner graze mine. I couldn’t take it…I grabbed the back of his head and forced him to me and gave him the hottest kiss I could muster. Tongues swirling, teeth tugging bottom lip, deep tongue massaging kissing.

We took our shirts off to explore each other’s body. Hands roaming over foreign body parts for the first time respectively…all new. I tasted the sweet and saltiness of his skin and wrapped my lips around one of his nipples. I sucked it and teased it and bit it lightly, driving John insane. He was growling and pushing his hard dick into mine. Matching his intensity I got up suddenly and pulled my shorts off, with my erection slapping my abs in the process. I did the same with John and was met with the probably the most beautiful cock ever. From the fullness of his bulbous mushroom head, to his long shaft, to the perfect thickness….it was at least 8 inches and ALL GOOD.

I grabbed his dick and put his knob in my mouth. Wow. I NEVER thought I would be doing this but found myself eager to give my boy the bombest head ever. I tasted his sweet precum which inspired me to go get that sticky prize at the end. I let my tongue linger under his piss slit while I jerked him to get him even harder, if that was possible. John was stiff and it was gonna be a challenge to get him down my throat but I’m not a quitter with anything. I pressed forward and accepted more of his dick in mouth, letting him fuck it. Suddenly he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it further on his dick. I thought I was gonna choke but I guess I was relaxed enough that I didn’t gag.

“Fuck bro, even Jessica can’t do that,” John muttered through clenched teeth. He was in nirvana slowly fucking my throat. “Tony you are making me feel so good. Keep it up bruh and I’ll do something for you…” he teased. I continued on his erection tasting his leaking precum, fuck he tasted soooooooo good. Next thing I know he gets into a 69 position but instead of returning the exact favor his pulled my legs up and went in for my cherry hole. I choked on his pole because I wasn’t expecting the variety of sensations going throughout my entire body. John spread my ass cheeks even more and dove in sending me beyond this galaxy. I pushed the back of his head further in my ass as he slid his dick past my throat for the umpteenth time.

John’s middle finger replaced his tongue and yet again I convulsed with tingles all over. He jacked me while he finger fucked me causing my dick to pulse so hard. I was leaking all over my abs. John rubbed it between his fingers and tasted me. I knew we both weren’t gonna last for much longer. The moans coming from both of our throats pretty much confirmed it. I was determined to get him to cum down my throat, I needed to taste all of him. I picked up the pace and jerked him at the same time- he was close.

As I was getting him to the edge, John was doing a better job by getting 2 fingers inside of me. He was slowly stretching me and in the process found my prostate. That did it. Without warning I erupted and let it all over my abs, chest and even my cheek. This sent John over and soon he was coating my throat with his man milk. I sucked on his shaft and head and got every last drop.

We were both spent. John collapsed on top of me with his head resting on my chest. We were both in disbelief with what had just happened. “No homo?” I asked John. “Fuck that, I’ll be homo with you bruh…that shit was intense and it felt so fucking good. You suck a mean dick, I’m keeping you!” he laughed. John and I cleaned up and he offered to take me back to his spot for more. He said he wasn’t done…

There’s more to follow so stay tuned!

 

[Craiger]

Quite an intense beginning for two unwary souls... But sounds as though the new experience was satisfactory for both. Why not taste the sweetness all around. I'm tuned in............

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

Welcome to JUB and our story board in particular. What a start! You really must tell us more

 

[Binudeguy]

Man, I know Park Slope well....I gotta find that barber shop!!!

 

[newknicksfan]

Hi peeps, thx 4 the comments...will def post soon...I'm trying to convince John to include his perspective on how things went down.

 

[newknicksfan]

Binudeguy....gud luck finding that barber shop

 

[Rickrock]

Wow, hot story. Thanks for sharing.

 

[62624rd]

^^ what he said. Reading it gave me a woody

 

[newknicksfan]

Update: John doesn’t want to include his voice just quite yet…. he’s still kinda nervous about this whole thing but thinks it’s cool that I’m sharing our adventures…. This is what came to pass after John and I left the barber shop.

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“C’mon, get inside,” John invited me into his truck so that we could continue where we left off heading towards his apartment in Bed Stuy. I remember it was cooler than usual that late March evening; it must’ve showed because I was trembling lightly as I sat quietly in the passenger seat. But it could’ve also been the realization of what had just happened and what would possibly go down. My mind was reeling as I endured a competition of emotions and feelings- nervousness, excitement, curiosity and uncertainty all rolled into one. I didn’t know what to think and definitely was speechless for a few minutes.

“What’s on your mind bro?” John asked. Smiling weakly I turned to look out the window to avoid answering the question. The rows of brownstones whizzed by as I was struggling to formulate a sentence. “Are you having second thoughts?” John inquired seemingly impatient. And then suddenly it clicked, everything was brand new to me and I didn’t have time to process it all. Rather than wrapping my head around the situation and start feeling confused and frustrated, I just decided to go with the flow. John was in the same boat after all, what did I have to lose? Besides, it was gonna be a 1 time fling so might as well make the most of it right? I turned towards John, smiled wickedly and grabbed his bulge. “Let’s do this,” I said winking at him and giving his dick a little squeeze.

John sped up and we got to his apartment in no time. I laughed as John tried to conceal his bulging snake by holding his duffel in bag in front of him as he got out of his truck. Come to think of it, it took him a long time to walk up the stairs and into his building lol.
The minute we got inside, John led me into his bedroom and watched me strip my jeans off as he sat stuck on the edge of his bed. For some reason he wanted me to take my clothes off slowly. Not breaking my gaze with his, I removed my hoodie and t-shirt and was about to slip the boxer briefs off when he told me to turn around. There was a dresser a few feet away from the bed- he told me to bend over and place my hands on it as he came up from behind and pulled my boxer briefs all the way down.

I felt John paw my ass, his talented hands exploring both of my cheeks. “You’ve got a nice ass Tony. I never really noticed it but damn boy, you got some cakes!” I guess I should be thankful I worked those squat reps into my workout routine. As John massaged my ass, he planted kisses on each cheek and started to blow on my rosebud making me shake a little. He stopped for a second to go to the adjoining bathroom and returned with baby oil. He poured a few drops into his hands and soon was rubbing my ass cheeks with his left and stroking me with his right. I started gyrating with his hand gripping my cock while he continued to tease me by whispering sweet nothings in my hole.

Feeling that I was about to cum I broke John’s hold on my dick, turned around and started ripping his clothes off. His boner slanted to his right down his thigh and at the head was a noticeable wet mark. Nice to know I had this sort of effect on him. “What’s going on down there?” I teased innocently as I removed John’s jeans. Admiring the clear pearl drop of liquid, I took my index finger and scooped it up on the tip and stuck it in my mouth, sucking my finger down my throat in the process. “That’s fucking hot son,” John said. “You like the way I taste?” Chuckling to himself, John saw my own little pot of drool on my cock head and mimicked what I did seconds earlier.

“We need to stop Tony. I’m gonna fucking bust right now if we keep going.” John put his hand on the lower part of my back and guided me into the bathroom. He started to run the shower and looked at me with a smirk on his face. John stepped into the shower first and I followed and was met with streaming freezing water. It shocked me and forced me to catch my breath, it was so unexpected. John burst out into laughter watching my expression and then realized it was also a little mean. He quickly turned the knob towards hot and I felt the water temperature warm me up.

I punched John’s left pec as his laughing had calmed down. “Asshole,” I exclaimed but slowly discovered what a sly fuck John really was. His shenanigans brought a softening to our erections, leaving us at ground zero and giving us the room to turn it back up at whatever pace we wanted. With that John grabbed me by the waist, pulled me to his chest and proceeded to kiss me. I felt his hand behind my head forcing us to mash tongues. “I wanna fuck you so bad bro….I wanna fuck that tight cherry….u gonna let me in?” We were sword fighting as we made out. John’s cupped both of my ass cheeks and spread them. He brushed one of his fingers near my hole sending me to who knows where. It was so electric that it made my dick pulse to life. I was fucking hard again and so was John. I was about to kneel down and suck John for the second time today when he caught me by the elbows and told me no.

We rinsed and toweled off but before we headed back into John’s bedroom, he had me stay in the bathroom while he prepared a little surprise. 5 minutes later I get the go ahead and walk into a room with lit scented candles, glass tumblers of Hennessy and ice, and a tube of whipped cream. “Awww are you tryna get romantic? I’m into this but it’s not that serious bruh,” I giggled. “Slow down fool, this shit isn’t for you, it’s for me…there’s a little freak in me, you’ll see.”

After downing the liquor, John broke out some baby oil, applied it to my hands and ordered me to massage his chest. I straddled his waist and felt his semi-hard dick underneath me and began to rub his built chest. Man were those pecs and hard and those nipples…just begging to be licked and chewed on. As I massaged John’s upper torso he reciprocated and started to rub my arms and chest. Almost a half hour had passed with our body worship when John instructed me to get one of the candles and pour some hot wax over his chest. Instinctively I blew cold air on the melting wax and John gently placed his palm over my mouth. “Let it go, I like the burn,” John said. WTF?

I felt John’s python come to life under my ass…this sick fuck was getting into this kink and I was right there along for the ride. This was so new and weird but I HAD to know where this was going. John grabbed the can of whipped cream, lifted me slightly, and sprayed it all up and down his dick. “Stroke my dick with ur ass bro. Work that cream up and down…yeah that’s it,” John encouraged. His guidance was a huge turn on- not only did it make me feel good I felt obligated to make him feel just as good. I slid the crevice of my ass up and down his shaft all the while pinning John by the wrist as I dove onto his full lips. We sucked on eachother’s tongues for a while and then he suggested it was my turn for some attention.

John pulled me off of him and flipped me onto all fours, shook the can of whipped cream, and sprayed into my hole. The cold sensation was weird but cool all at the same time and then I felt John’s hot breath on my ass. With my ass cheeks spread John dove in for the kill and licked all the way up my crack. When the whipped cream disappeared all that was left was my cherry pink hole. My head was on the bed as I assisted John by spreading my ass open so he could eat me out good. Right then and there my ass was all for John. I winked at him which drove him crazy and he ate me out like he was eating Jessica’s pussy. I kept shoving my ass in his face like a bitch in heat but I didn’t care. THAT TONGUE WAS MAGIC.

I was in such a heady state that I didn’t even notice that John had wrapped himself up and was getting ready to stick the tip inside of me. I was so scared of the pain but I needed to know how it felt to have John fuck me. I felt him crouch down and felt him lower his chest onto my back as he asked me if it was okay. “I need to know how it feels to be inside of you bro but I don’t wanna hurt you. Tell me if you need to stop but I hope you don’t cuz I wanna fuck you good and nut all over your back.”

I answered back by reaching behind me and guided his cock to my hole. I breathed in hard to try and relax as he entered but I wouldn’t give. It didn’t matter to John because he had the patience of a saint and just rubbed it against my hole. As he did this he started to rub my scalp and suck on my neck. I heard low groans come from his throat turning me on even more and that’s when he managed to slip inside of me. The pressure was overwhelming at first but he eventually settled in, inch by inch after what seemed like an eternity. John was fully inside, slowly long dicking me as I felt every vein in his dick brush my asshole. “Are you alright Tony?” John whispered into my ear. “You feel so good bro, I can’t believe I’m taking your cherry!” All I could respond with was “mmmmmmmm…..”

Knowing I was satisfied John pulled out and angled his dick differently and slid all the way in without any complaints from me. He picked up the pace and was really fucking me good and then he did it. John pressed my magic button and threw me into overdrive. I had to feel his knob press my prostate again and again. I threw my ass back at John and started to buck on his dick just so I could get that loving feeling throughout my body. John recognized my craving and started grinding into me, setting a rhythm so when I pushed onto him, his dick head would rub my spot. “Harder…harder…..HARDER FOOL. You don’t know what you’re doing to me!!!” I screamed.

John pulled out of me suddenly and was breathing so heavily that he almost lost his balance. “Damn Tony I was about to cum but I wanna keep going,” John teased. He wanted to try a different position but I protested. Doing it doggy style allowed both of us to get as busy as we wanted…I wasn’t gonna let John have all the fun and control. When he caught his breath John gave into my demands and got back in the same position that brought us to almost tilt in the first place.

I felt John enter me but this time it didn’t hurt at all. He began fucking me slowly and again was bringing me to goontown with my ass out and back arched. I was fully erect and leaking so much precum that I left a foot long trail and up and down his bed sheet. He made me feel so good and different in a way that no chick ever could. “You feel so good and warm Tony. Cum on bro get it…grip that dick with your ass. Squeeze me bro,” John encouraged. All his dirty talk and that big cock was about to do it for me and he knew it. I would respond with a frenzied pace every time he opened his mouth and said something nasty. This dude became so dominant and was loving every single second of it that he too was about to spill any second.

Feeling John’s sweaty chest on my back, fingers tweaking my nipples, and tongue down my ear sent me over the edge. John hit my prostate one last time and fucked the spray out of me, and I wasn’t even jacking my dick! This was the first time I was ever to cum hands free, so intense! With me cumming and my hole spasaming around his dick, John couldn’t take it anymore, pulled out and ripped the condom off and proceeded to paint my back with his juice. He was panting and sweating and moaned so loudly when the last of his cum spilled.

I felt onto my back and John collapsed on top of my chest. We just laid there staring at each other with uncertain grins. “Did we really just do that?” John questioned in semi disbelief. “Yeah bro, you fucked me so swell that I’m not gonna be able to sit for a few days,” I laughed with John joining in seconds later.

We took another shower and then John dropped me off at my apartment. We were back to John and Tony, NFL buds and pussy loving bros. Were we going to ever acknowledge what had just gone down?

1 week later…

 

[62624rd]

Awesome ! Thanks for the update

 

[uncut702]

That was so hot, I can't wait for more! !

 

[DoctorTwink]

Your story reminds me of how I was once propositioned by a barber. I said no thanks as I just wanted a haircut, and I was in a relationship at the time. Even if I had been single I would have said no as I go to a barber to get my hair cut, and I do not like casual sex-if other people want to do it that's fine I just do not like it for myself.

 

[prudyprudestein]

Great story of true desire. Keep us posted of what happens next. Seems this sexual desire for each just happened and you both very willing to explore what would happen next.

 

[newknicksfan]

This is a continuation of my adventures….the following account is true but the names have been changed to protect those identities involved. Hope you enjoy!



Xavier, Dominic, Victor, Ahmed, John and I sat in Dominic’s man cave chilling and watching the NCAA Basketball Championship game between UConn and Kentucky. It’s been a minute since all the boys hung out like this especially since Dominic’s fiancé keeps him on a tight leash and Xavier just popped the question so he’s got that chain on as well. Dominic is John’s “cousin”- more a longtime friend of the family, they’re the same age and grew up together for the majority of their lives. Xavier is Dominic’s best friend from college and wingman so they took advantage of the free pass that their respective wifeys gave them and liquored up until their livers called it a day. Being UConn alumni gave them all the more excuse to party harder than usual.

Victor and Ahmed are friends of mine from a previous job- they’re hardcore basketball fans- college, pro, international they’re all about it so it was natural for them to be at Dom’s spot to watch the championships. We’re all sports phreaks so this grouping really wasn’t that unusual- boxing matches, FIFA, NHL were all occasions for all of us to converge on the plush lounge-like sofas in Dom’s basement. His joint was really hooked up with surround sound and the biggest flat screen tv I’ve ever seen. It helps that Dom’s family is pretty well off and toys like his don’t put a dent in the bank account. The basement itself is more like a mother in-law’s suite- it’s got a mini kitchen, bathroom and 2 decent sized bedrooms.

It’s funny, now that I think about it we were the melting pot of homies. I mean we’re all around the same age and have similar likes, dislikes and values but culturally it was a diverse crowd. Xavier is half black and Puerto Rican; Dominic, like John is half black and half white, they really could be mistaken for blood cousins; Victor is half Russian and Korean; Ahmed is Trini West Indian and I’m Italian. Everyone was all relaxed with the copious amounts of liquor ingested, enjoying the bloodbath unfolding in front of us on the flat screen. X and Dom were especially pleased because their boys on the screen seemed to have the game under control. UConn pride was heard all over with “woot woot’s” every time the Huskies scored a basket..

I don’t know what it was but I felt the air becoming a little tense when I heard loud whispers exchanged between Vic and Ahmed.
“Relax Ahmed, show some respect this isn’t your spot,” said Vic.
“Dude needs to fall back with his UConn shit,” complained Ahmed.
“Wtf do u expect, he’s tipsy, it’s his house and his team. You know you would be doing the same thing if the sitch was reversed,” reasoned Vic. “Besides you know you’re feeling it more cuz you’ve got money on it.”
“True but can you blame me- that spread was nice, I had to take it!” exclaimed Ahmed.

Xavier overheard the exchange and with some bravado drunkenly said, “Can you believe this fool? He took the spread on the game against our boys!” X laughed and smirked at Ahmed and before I knew it Ahmed tried to rush X. Luckily John knew what was up and dwarfed Ahmed’s attempt by stepping in the right time before he could do any damage. Vic got up and retrieved Ahmed and sat him back down on the sofa, opposite from where X was posted. Dom was 3 sheets to the wind and was pretty much oblivious to the mini scuffle and X had returned his attention to the game. I’d had enough and dragged Ahmed outside to have a cig with me.
“What the fuck is your problem bro? You’re embarrassing me by acting like a 2 year old. So fucking what if X thinks you made a dumbass bet? He’s prolly right so why you being a bitch?” I yelled. I’m normally a chill dude but this shit was so ridiculous that I had to call Ahmed out.

“I need to win that bet Tony,” Ahmed said sheepishly. “I need it for rent and I went to AC last week and lost control and….” Ahmed’s voice trailed into nothingness. Damn, no wonder why he was so edgy. We all knew he had a problem with betting but didn’t realize how out of control it had escalated…..rent?

“Bro you need help, seriously,” I encouraged. “I can float you the rent money but you gotta work this one out yourself. And don’t even think about refusing some help—I got you, you’re my boy so don’t trip.”

Ahmed couldn’t even look me in the eye and muttered a quick “thanks,” but I knew how much it meant to him. He’s probably one of the proudest people I have ever met in my life and it surprised me that he took my offer without protest but I’m glad that he did. He gets my respect for manning up in this situation.

We went back inside when John jokingly asked if the little bitch had calmed down. Even Ahmed recognized how ridiculous he was being, saw the humor and joined in all the laughter and even apologized to X. After a couple of fist bumps it was back to the liquor and the game, or what was left of it. The Huskies won which meant that X and Dom were dapping their congratulatory beverages. Vic had enough and was content to sip on some Gatorade to try and sober up. To show that he wasn’t a spoiled sport Ahmed pulled out a baby blunt and offered it to X as a peace offering.

Vic pussied out and decided to go home saying he hated the smell of blunt smoke…which was all good, more for us haha. Dom brought us way back and started blasting A Tribe Called Quest on his system while we puffed in our 5 man cipher. We echoed the lyrics impressing each other with our skills but really the ability to remember the words to songs we partied to as kids. Pretty soon we were busting out 90’s dance moves like girls at a slumber party. We were loopy but it was all good, just a bunch of bros having fun without their hoes ready to bring them down. Dom told us (embarrassing) childhood stories of John like how, in the second grade, he peed in his Halloween costume before the school parade because he didn’t go to the bathroom when the teacher told him to. Or how he got caught showing his peen to a camp counselor when he thought he was showing it to one of the girls at the summer camp on a game of truth or dare.

It was apparent that we were all spent- the liquor and bud had taken its effect and a night of man cave shenanigans came to a close…for a few people anyway. X conveniently lived a few blocks from Dom’s spot so he split. Dom retreated to his old lady in his apartment above the basement but insisted that John, Ahmed and I stay as we were all functionless and in no condition to drive home. With the 2 bedrooms and plenty of space on the sofas, the basement was to be our pad for the night. Selfishly I sprawled out on the sofa claiming it for the night because it was closest to the bathroom and kitchen and because I was too lazy to bring my ass one of the rooms. John and Ahmed stumbled into their respective rooms and minutes after it was lights out for everyone.


I woke up to some banging and clanking in the bathroom- it was Ahmed trying to coax himself to let go of all of the dark liquor that he had down hours earlier. He was hunched over the toilet heaving, gripping the edges as he expelled what he could, shaking in the process. Ahmed tried to stand up after finishing when he realized he wasn’t and…too late. I rushed to catch an imbalanced Ahmed and was met with liquor spew all over my shirt and jeans. Rather than being infuriated and cursing myself with the situation I was in, and remembering that the roles were reversed a few parties ago, I cleaned Ahmed up and tried to bring him back to feeling somewhat human.

I removed both sets of shirts and jeans and helped Ahmed into the tub to run the shower over him. At this point he was a little more aware but not overly conscientious as he slipped his boxer briefs off and washed himself without any assistance from me. When he was done, I helped towel him off and brought him back to his room so that I could rinse the liquor stench off of me. Luckily, there was a washer and dryer unit in the basement so I proceeded to take care of the trashed clothes.

This is not how I was expecting to enjoy my buzz…I was a little pissed but again thought about the countless times when Ahmed rescued me from my sloppiness. And then I started to think about how vulnerable Ahmed was when I offered to help him out with his rent…he had this look of desperation on him but I found it to be uncharacteristically hot which inevitably brought the blood flow to my dick. Wtf? Why was this having an effect on me?

Unknowingly I walked towards Ahmed’s room and opened the door slightly to peek my head in. I was getting boned and would’ve been fucked because I had no way to hide it if I got caught. I could come up with some lame excuse and say that I was checking up on Ahmed but that wouldn’t take care of the hardening salami between my legs.

Stay tuned for the next update....

 

[newknicksfan]

“Ahmed?” I whispered loudly with my ear pressed into the door. Aside from the dim light in the front entrance, it was pitch black in the basement apartment. I didn’t know what I was doing there, standing at the door. I was just drawn for whatever reason. But did I really expect that if something was to happen, it would be cool with Ahmed? I mean this dude plays in vajayjay-land almost every day, usually with this one girl he’s been seeing for a while but he’s got 3 or 4 girls on the side lined up. And they always come back for more. With just one text one chic or another will be over at his apartment in 10 minutes. No lie, I’ve been a witness a couple of times. Ahmed’s a true player and obviously has something about him that makes the panties drop. I admit, I was curious and was so horny that I ventured to find out.

I knocked on the door lightly and called for Ahmed quietly. He stirred on the bed and tried to speak. In the darkness I walked towards him and strained to hear what he was saying.

“Water,” he croaked.

“I got you,” I said and headed towards the kitchen to grab a water bottle for Ahmed. I searched for Dom’s helpful antidote to a night of partying in the refrigerator. Tucked away in the lower back corner were a few cans of coconut water. Good old Dom hooking us up anticipating that it could be a bumpy ride, such a great host preparing like a boy scout. I grabbed a glass and placed a few ice cubes in it, a can of coconut water and Ahmed’s water bottle and went back towards his room.

Ahmed must’ve flipped the light switch while I was in the kitchen as the light fixture was on, set on a soft setting. It was still dark but at least I was able to locate the night stand located next to the bed so I could set the drinks down. I handed the water bottle to Ahmed and watched him gulp the entire contents in 2.2 seconds. He was so parched that he motioned for me to pour him some of the coconut water into the chilled glass as he finished the contents of the water bottle.

After a few sips Ahmed was able to speak clearly. “Thanks bro, I feel much better. I felt like I was choking all cotton-mouthed from all the herb and drink. Uhhhh Tony…where are my clothes?”

“Oh shit, that reminds me!” I hustled back to the washer, emptied it and loaded the clothes into the dryer. “I just took care of that, the clothes are drying as we speak. If you notice both of us are buck naked only you’re covered up with that bed sheet and here I am standing like a dumbass. One of us had to nurse the other and when that happened, we were both covered in last night’s dinner, remember?” I guilted Ahmed for a few more seconds and then laughed out loud when the image of Ahmed almost busting his ass in the shower popped into my head.

“Wtf is so funny?” asked Ahmed. I walked Ahmed through everything from him heaving into the toilet to him apologizing profusely for putting me out the way he did stark naked. I have to admit, Ahmed is definitely a sight to see- six feet tall and weighs around 165, smooth toned brown skin with light brown eyes and perfect teeth. Picture Bollywood movie star looks with bad boy swag and you have Ahmed. And then it hit me, the reason why Ahmed was the player that he was. The boy was blessed between the legs. Saying that Ahmed was well hung was an understatement, we’re talking porn star dick. And that was seeing him soft mind you.

“Are you feeling better?” I inquired walking towards the bed.

“Yeah, I don’t feel like I have the urge to throw up so I guess that’s a good sign. But I’m seeing two of you moving in circles, are you standing by the door? You sound mad loud. Or am I really still buzzed?” laughed Ahmed. As I approached him Ahmed did a double take on my dick. “Whoa, what’s going on down there?” Ahmed nervously laughed. Apparently I wasn’t soft- the mental images of Ahmed’s defined arms and muscular chest had done me in. Suddenly I wasn’t seeing him in the same way. What’s going on? How is Ahmed, my long time home fry, making me hard? I could feel my heart beating a little faster, I knew where this was headed but was anxious about having to explain myself.

I sucked it up and put it out there. “I don’t know what it is bro but you’re kinda turning me on right now. You know I’m all about the pussy but I guess I’m just now realizing how fine you really are.”

“For reals?” Ahmed asked.

“Yeah man,” I admitted.

“You know bro, you’re not the only dude who has told me this. It takes balls. I’m flattered but you know I don’t swing that way tho.” Ahmed and I sat in uncomfortable silence and then he suddenly broke it. “Is this new for you or have you always been into dudes?”

“This shit is all so brand new man….like last week new. Last month I was banging Nicole (my ex-gf) and this month I’m sucking John’s dick.” My mind was spinning out of control, unprocessed thoughts left my mouth before I could even take the words back. I betrayed myself and John.

“Whaaaat?” Ahmed was shocked. Jaw dropped shocked. Speechless shocked.

“Oh damn, PLEASE don’t say a word bro.” I started to panic. My vision blurred for a millisecond and I lost my breath. What did I just do?

“You really got down on his dick Tony?” Ahmed asked inquisitively. Clearly Ahmed was trying to sort out some of his own thoughts before he spoke. “Of all my friends, you guys are the LAST ones that I would ever think would smoke pole! Wow. This shit is crazy. And this happened recently? How did it start?”

Ahmed’s reaction calmed me down for a second. He didn’t jump out of bed and leave and the fact that I managed to pique his curiosity with the rapid fire questions encouraged me. I fully trusted Ahmed, he’s loyal as can be so I spilled all the details from the blowjob at the shop to the fuck at John’s apartment.

As I recounted the experience my erection started to form. Enough time had passed so I bolted out of the room to check on our clothes in the dryer. But it was really to make that bad boy go down. I couldn’t take the risk of jeopardizing a great friendship over a boner. I had to think with the right head. Lol. Thankfully the clothes were done and so was the hard on, my dick had relaxed a bit so it wasn’t sticking straight out.

When I returned back to Ahmed’s room, I stopped a few feet short from the bed. It was my turn to be shocked. Jaw dropped shocked. Speechless shocked. Ahmed had pulled the bed sheet down to his knees and revealed the biggest dick I have ever seen in life. He was half way hard and his boner was already past his navel area.

“We won’t be needing those,” Ahmed pointed to the bundle of clothes in my arms. “At least not for now. Come here Tony.”

I set our clothes on the foot of the bed and approached Ahmed slowly. I couldn’t trust what I had just heard. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“Look at this big dick bro. You got me hard and now I wanna know how it feels to have a dude give me head. Looks like I’m about to find out.” Ahmed grabbed my hand and placed it on his warm dick. I stroked it and looked into his eyes searching for confirmation that he was okay with all of this. Ahmed nodded, laid back with his arms raised hands clasped behind his head and closed his eyes. This dick deserved worshipping and I was the soldier to do it. In all its fullness, Ahmed’s mushroom head was a few inches from landing in the middle of his pecs.

I slipped the tip of his dick into my mouth savoring his flavor. He had started to leak some precum driving me even more wild. It was so fruity and sweet. I pushed his dick further into my mouth and sucked for all I was worth while I jacked the rest of his boner and played with his balls. Ahmed started to grunt with approval and suddenly I found his hands on my head trying to get more of his dick into my throat. I gagged and tried to pull off but Ahmed did not relent and continued to keep me in the same position. My eyes watered but I continued onto the challenge. “Oh my…oh damn…oh shit,” I kept hearing. We both knew he was close to blowing as I had almost of all of his dick down my throat. Instantly, Ahmed pulled me off and gripped his dick with both hands to prevent from busting his nut.

Ahmed intended to make this last. “Suck on my balls Tony,” he ordered. I was determined to make this blowjob memorable so I did as was told and fully relinquished all control over to Ahmed. I plopped one nut in my mouth and let it swirl around in my mouth and then did the same to its twin a few minutes later. I attempted to get my hand on his bone as I sucked on his balls but he kept slapping it. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that,” Ahmed whispered throatily. I had to keep my hands occupied somehow since I wasn’t faced with the challenge of chowing down on his whole cock.

I got bold and pressed so that Ahmed’s knees were almost touching his chest, revealing his hairy hole. I proceeded back to Ahmed’s balls and licked both of them before I made my way down to his taint. “Wha- wha- what are you doing bro?” Ahmed asked quietly as I snaked my tongue into his hole. “Oh shit! I can’t believe you’re eating my ass bro. It feels so….oh my god…I can’t believe…oh damn,” he exclaimed grabbing my head and driving my face and tongue deeper into his rosebud. I ate his ass like I ate Nicole’s pussy. I was going in like never before and Ahmed was the lucky recipient.

I had a suspicion that Ahmed was leaking precum again and sure enough he had a little trail on his chest. I licked my reward up and went back on to Ahmed’s dick and massaged his balls as I forced my way down to his pubes. “I can’t believe you’re taking it bro. No chic has ever gone this far on my dick!” complimented Ahmed. Hearing this fueled me even more as I slurped up and down his shaft with my hand gripped around the base, letting it follow where my mouth had left off. I sensed Ahmed was close, with his breathing getting shallower and his moans increasing in volume and number.

“Fuck bro I’m gonna bust,” Ahmed said hurriedly. Taking this as my cue, I slipped my middle finger into his hole. Ahmed jolted a little bit but like he kept me gagging on his dick minutes ago, I kept my finger inside his ass. I pressed it deeper as I hungrily slurped his cock down my throat. I must’ve hit his prostate because next thing I know Ahmed is spraying his load in my mouth. His hole convulsed around my finger as each shot blasted from his dick. Ahmed’s body trembled a little after he was emptied.

Ahmed laid in semi-disbelief. “Wow bro. That was the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten. Ever. That was uh-fucking-mazing!”

“Yeah it was, it looked hot,” John said from the doorway.

To be continued…

 

[62624rd]

WoW!!! reading that has me leaking .

 

[newknicksfan]

Ahmed and I swung our heads to where John was standing and were both in disbelief with what we were seeing. John had a pair of boxer briefs stripped down to his knees, cock jutting straight out. He had one of his hands wrapped around the shaft and the other was playing with his balls. “How long have you been beating your meat?” I asked.

“Since you started eating Ahmed’s ass out. What the fuck got into you boy? And you!” John tilted his head in Ahmed’s direction. “I heard your loud ass begging for more. That’s what woke me up in the first place and now I’m here.” Ahmed bowed his head sheepishly and started to blush. “Question is, what are we gonna do about this?” John pointed to his boner. “What do you wanna do with it pretty boy?” John taunted Ahmed. I’ve never really seen John this aggressive, he’s usually chill so I was naturally surprised to see him be so domineering. Then there’s Ahmed who has in some way, flipped the script himself by adopting more of a submissive role. He just stared at John’s dick and couldn’t muster a response. Defenseless and meek- it’s like all of his swag had disappeared.

I wasn’t entirely sure how far Ahmed was willing to go. Plus, this wasn’t the right spot to continue our sexcapades as we were guests in Dom’s home. We had already crossed boundaries, why disgrace ourselves even further just so we could continue on with our debauchery. I know I wouldn’t have felt comfortable messing around in someone else’s home, let alone take the chance of Dom or his fiancé walking in. Awkward….

“Hold up, how many of us are supposed to work today?” I asked, trying to be somewhat responsible. It was Tuesday creeping on 6:30 am, which would be the time I would start my pre-work morning routine. John was in the clear and could cancel any appointments he had for that day since he co-owned his shop. I rarely take advantage of the opportunity but I decided to text my supervisor and let her know I’d be working from home for the day. It was all on Ahmed…he just got his real estate license and started booking clients but any appointments for that day were postponed. It was clear were Ahmed’s priorities were.

We collectively cleaned up any messes we had made from the previous night, locked the basement apartment up, and followed John back to his apartment in our own cars. Jessica had just sent an email reminding John to pick her up at the airport when she arrived from her overseas business trip in four days so we knew that his pad would be the best spot.

John unlocked the door to his apartment, tossed his keys on the kitchen table and proceeded to strip. “Make yourselves at home boys,” John barked as he set out to the bathroom to take a shower. I suspected he wanted to get all cleaned up so I would given him the royal treatment I gave Ahmed earlier.

We were left in the living room where we stripped down to our underwear. I probed to see where Ahmed’s head was at with all this. “Are you sure you wanna stay bro? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want if you don’t feel comfortable. Don’t worry about John, yeah he’s being a little badass but he’s just playing with you. He’s harmless. And if he gets outta control I’ll step to him and bring him back down so don’t trip on him okay?”

I could see the tension in Ahmed’s shoulders ease. “Thanks bro. I never thought I’d be into this but…I don’t know what I’d be able to do. I mean I want to try stuff but I don’t know if I’ll be able to go through with it.”

“Don’t stress bro. Not that I’m an expert with anything but I guess you could watch me for a while and then do what I do. But only if you’re down with it, no pressure. Hell yeah, there it is!” I found where John kept his stash and proceeded to load a bowl. I knew that this was a sure fire way for Ahmed to relax so when I was down packing it, I handed the pipe to Ahmed. He smiled gratefully and took it from me and blazed.

The living room started to smell like a skunk had passed through which was a sign that we were all smoked out and feeling good. I flipped the tv on and had Ahmed face it as I massaged his shoulders and neck to get him to relax even more. This also gave me the chance to feel his hard body again and for Ahmed, it got him used to feeling my touch. I ran my hands up and down his back in vertical lines and then finally placed my hands on his shoulders with my thumbs digging into his shoulder blades. I squeezed his shoulders and alternated with his neck. I noticed Ahmed’s breathing was a lot deeper confirming the massage was doing its trick.

Ahmed’s long neck was begging for some attention so I sank my lips on the nape and pretended to give him a hickey. I moved behind his ears and planted kisses all around. I could hear Ahmed humming which I took as a positive response to my tongue and lip play. I went back to his neck and felt Ahmed reach for my chin to pull me towards him to give me one of the most passionate kisses ever delivered. I broke the kiss so I could come around the couch and straddle him to continue our tongue fight. Ahmed wrapped his arms around my back pulling me closer into him. I felt him hardening underneath me- the only thing protecting my asshole were the boxer briefs encasing that bone. Yup, this dude was turned on.

“Ahem,” John cleared his throat. Again Ahmed and I were in the same zone and John was left standing with an erection. But this time was different as John sat next to us, pulling me off of Ahmed and positioning me so that Ahmed was in the middle. I didn’t know what was going on but I quickly took John’s lead as his hands explored Ahmed’s abs and lips stuck to Ahmed’s neck. I mirrored John’s actions and soon Ahmed had pairs of hands and lips all over his body.

I got bored and sank down on Ahmed’s nipple, tugging it with my teeth lightly making his dick jump further out of his boxer briefs. With my hands free, I shucked Ahmed’s underwear off to get more access to the kabob between his legs. John was on the same flight plan as our hands met on Ahmed’s schlong. We each had a hand wrapped around the shaft until only Ahmed’s mushroom head appeared. I told you the boy was gifted!

Ahmed was enjoying all of the attention, hips gyrating and his hands wandering and groping our bodies. I felt his hand on my dick, squeezing it intensely that I thought he was going to cut off the circulation. The sensations were all too much for Ahmed as he jumped off the couch, walked a few feet and furiously clutched his cock to keep from cumming. Either he was really sensitive or this new exploration of his was pushing him into overdrive.

With Ahmed taking a breather John and I found ourselves 69ing letting our lips and tongues do the talking. For a couple of boys who recently stumbled into the joys of man play, we knew how to make each other feel good. Ahmed was amazed with both of our abilities watching us from his courtside seat. “How’s he doing Tony? Does John know what he’s doing?” Ahmed asked curiously. I wasn’t about to break my hold on John’s cock so I offered a thumbs up sign to let Ahmed know he wasn’t being ignored.

I must’ve triggered something because John quickly pulled off me and grabbed his dick like Ahmed did before to prevent from spilling. I didn’t know I was that good lol. John sat in the armchair perpendicular to the couch and lit a cigarette deciding this was his breather. I guess this was an unofficial break which was good because all of this foreplay forced me to ignore my bladder. I suddenly had the urge to pee and so I ran to the bathroom to let it all go. When I returned to the living room I saw Ahmed and John huddled whispering to each other.

I head back towards the couch and in an instant John grabs me from behind and wraps his strong arms around me while Ahmed grabs my legs and together they carry me back to John’s bedroom. They toss me in the middle of the bed with me laying on my back. John scurried to sit on my chest while Ahmed grabbed my ankles and spread my legs apart. I squirmed to get out of the holds but gave up knowing I was overpowered. Besides, it was fun to play the captive in this kinky role play. John laid his semi hardon on my chin with tip of his dick a tongue length away from being swallowed. With my boxer briefs completely off, Ahmed was stroking my dick and balls and lightly brushing the surrounding areas of my taint with his knuckles.

I did my thing with John’s dick in my throat and hands cupping his balls. I was really getting into it, trying to deep throat all of John in one push. I wasn’t paying attention to Ahmed and then suddenly I felt it. Ahmed had moved in between my raised legs and started to eat me out. I pulled off of John’s dick and encouraged Ahmed. “Yeah bro, do me like I did you. Eat that man cunt bro. Show me you like it.” This was all that Ahmed needed to hear because his tongue was pushing in and out of my hole furiously. When it was inside he swirled it around making all my nerve endings down there tingle. I felt Ahmed’s lips pucker against my hole and then suck and every now and then he would shove the tongue inside. Maybe this was why all the chics came back to him? If it wasn’t for that third leg, then it had to be for that magical mouth.

With my ass coming to life the way it did, I was feeling extra horny and was looking to get fucked good. “Whoever licks it, gets to stick it in,” I teased John and Ahmed. With Ahmed having prime real estate, John quickly found a spot where his head could fit and his tongue could access my pink hole. I was the fucking boss with two studs licking and eating me out so good and I didn’t have to do a thing but just lay there. It was all about me.

“Wrap it up my dude…you’re going in!” I said to him.

There’s definitely more of this experience to cum. What do YOU think happens next?

 

[62624rd]

I think fun is about to be had by everyone!

 

[newknicksfan]

John swaddled his dick inside the condom, lubed me up and told Ahmed to step aside so he could work on my ass. I think Ahmed became a little envious and probably anticipated that I was going to ask him to fuck me. I’m no fool. Ahmed is at least an inch longer and thicker than John and he’s no slouch in the penis department. There was no way I would’ve been able to take Ahmed without being fluffed by John, no way!

“Fuck yeah bruh that’s hot,” Ahmed exclaimed excitedly. He bit on his lower lip as he stared down watching John fuck me relentlessly. John was hurting me good over and over again but I noticed that Ahmed’s dick was begging for attention. He was cement hard and leaking, apparently hypnotized by John’s rocking hips or his meat being sucked through my lips. I savored his flavor and groaned in ecstasy as Ahmed’s precum flowed down my throat.

“Time to switch it up, it’s doggy style time,” John declared flipping me over onto all fours forcing Ahmed’s cock out of my mouth in the process. I wanted to continue the blowjob but it didn’t seem to matter to Ahmed. With my ass out he kept whispering “wtf’s” the entire time John was dicking me. John would pull all the way out and then slam fuck my hole causing me to wince in pain momentarily as he sank in deep. But on the way out I felt my hole relaxing and loosening up inviting John to pick up the pace. With each thrust brought immense pleasure replacing the pain of the initial poke. “Hit it John,” I encouraged.

John was the ultimate change up artist with the pace. At times he was long dicking me and then suddenly he would piledrive my hole as if his life depended on it. Ahmed had propped himself on the wall as he slowly and lusciously stroked his piece. He was licking his lips as he watched John groove into my ass. I knew Ahmed wanted to fuck me and given the pounding I was enduring I was more than ready to have him inside. And I wanted to be his first taste of anal sex. Chics love it when Ahmed fucks them good but when he asks if he could stick the tip of his dick in their ass they’ve all refused. It was my personal mission to make his dreams of anal sex come true even though I don’t have a pair of tits attached.

At this point John was about to explode but I told him to pull out. I wanted them both to shower me with cum simultaneously. For some reason being in the presence of these two studs made me a whore in heat. I was this uninhibited sex freak whose insatiable appetite could not be quenched. I looked directly at Ahmed and asked him to fuck me. “For reals bro?” he replied excitedly, almost not trusting my request. I moved towards Ahmed and placed a condom over his stiff cock to reassure him that I was serious about being his first guy fuck.

“It’s all about you bro, how do you want me?” I asked. In a daze, I had to ask Ahmed again. He was either overwhelmed as his brain receptors had melted not allowing him to speak or really nervous about penetrating me given the length and girth of his huge dong. Even John could sense Ahmed’s trepidation and offered to move things along by positioning me on my back. He stuffed a pillow under my back, giving Ahmed a better angle to enter me. John was kneeling on the bed behind Ahmed guiding him and provided the encouragement to push further. “Relax bruh you’re not gonna break him. Why do you think Tony asked me to fuck him first? He would’ve been the biggest dumbass to let you do him first. Shit, are you kidding me with that thing?” as John grabbed Ahmed’s bone and forced him further into my ass.

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned. “I can feel you inside of me Ahmed. You’re so fucking huge!”

“You want me to stop?” Ahmed asked disappointedly.

“Nah bro, it’s a compliment. Just go slow, k? I wanna be able to walk right after you’re done with me,” I laughed.

“Trust me dude Tony will let you know when he’s ready to take whatever you can you give,” said John. “You’ll be able to tell you’ve got him in the zone when he starts tweaking those nipples and his face is all relaxed. And when he whimpers bro, it’s the hottest shit. Seeing a grown man beg for that cock will get you good!”

I never realized I did that, it’s sorta funny how John picked up on those sexual subtleties. Upon hearing all the motivation, Ahmed increased the tempo of his thrusts but still did not have the entire length in me. “C’mon bro, you can fuck me for real. None of this half steppin shit. Remember just ease in when you go in further,” I coached. Ahmed gradually drove in deeper and pretty soon his long strokes were doing it for me. I could feel that spongy knob of his touch my prostate causing my dick to jump and a squeal to escape my throat.

“Yeah pa, get it,” I panted. Ahmed was literally taking my breath away with each push. I felt him in my gut, especially with his hands pressing on the backs of my thighs as he impaled me. “Fuck dude you feel so damn good!”

It seemed that John’s role as motivator was completed and so he decided to join in the fun. He rubbed Ahmed’s Indian bubble butt and licked his lips. Four seconds later I saw Ahmed’s eyes roll up. “Yeah Johnny boy, eat my ass. Lick it good bro,” Ahmed commanded. I felt Ahmed quiver making his dick vibrate, driving me insane. I couldn’t take it, this was all too good. 2 of my closest buds mixing it up with me, not a chic in sight.

“I could eat this ass for days Ahmed,” John purred. “He tastes so fucking good, doesn’t he Tony?”

“Yeah that ass is awesome bro. And tight as fuck too.” If I ever got that chance to take that cherry…..I was daydreaming… “Ahmed, are you cool with John slipping a finger inside your ass?” I asked.

“As long as I get to pound your pussass hard and John lubes his finger first I’m cool with it. When you blew me, you made me cum so hard when you finger fucked my hole. I don’t think I’ve cum so hard, ever. But I want him to eat me out some more.” To prove this point, Ahmed ran his ass over John’s tongue with every thrust he gave me.
John squirted some lube on his finger and warned Ahmed before going in. Soon, his chest pressed against Ahmed’s back, right hand clamped firmly on his shoulder, middle finger of his left hand snaking its way into that warm hole. This simple poke raised the sexual energy to another level. Ahmed’s pace picked up to a frenzy giving me the best sensations all over my body. He was turned on by John who was licking on his ear lobe and sucking on his neck all the while continuing with the finger fuck.

Soon the room was filled with loud moans and groans, the bed shaking the headboard John’s downstairs neighbors must’ve thought a herd of elephants had trampled into the floor above, it was that cray. We all got carried away with feeling on each other’s hard bodies, sculptured muscles, moist skin drenched with the sweat we produced as we were on our way to cumland.

Ahmed was tearing my ass up, he was definitely past the point of no return. John slid his cock in between Ahmed’s cheeks and was jerking himself off with the sheen of moisture dripping down Ahmed’s back. My dick was about to break it was so erect. A pearl of precum had found its way on the tip of my dick. Ahmed took his finger, scooped it up and inserted in his mouth. “Mmmm…you taste good,” Ahmed said as he lowered his face to mine so we could kiss. I tasted myself bringing me to the edge. That, and Ahmed’s dick repeatedly hitting my prostate.

I gripped Ahmed’s cock by tightening my ass muscles around it, making every push even all the more exhilarating for the both of us. “Fuck me harder bro. Pound me. GIVE ME THAT DICK!!!!” I erupted all over my chest, some of the cum made it to the headboard. This started the chain of events as Ahmed pulled out, ripped the condom off and sprayed all over my face, cum dripping from my hair. John was close behind as he moved to my side and spewed all over my torso.

We were all spent all sprawled onto John’s bed, each within his own thoughts. “I can’t believe what just happened,” Ahmed said.

“That shit was ridiculous,” John chimed.

“I’m glad I have the rest of the day off so my ass can recover, literally,” I giggled. But it was the truth, I honestly did not know how my rectum was going to come back from the drilling it took.

“You don’t think you can go another round?” Ahmed asked sheepishly. It was evident that he’d been turned and now he can’t get enough.

“Are you serious man? I won’t be able to sit if I let you do it again,” I replied.

“You can fuck me Ahmed,” John said quietly.

You think this is the end of the adventures? Think not, more to cum so stay tuned!

 

[Autolycus]

Just when you think this cannot get any hotter, it reaches a higher temperature! looking forward to the next episode!