Anonymous asked: Glad to see you're still writing! WIll you ever continue the Jan & Luca story? Man, that was hot! xo.
I’ll see what I can do with them 😏
I’ll see what I can do with them 😏
I was working at home – and I used the term working loosely. Having spent the morning chatting online with a variety of guys in the cybersex chatroom, I was feeling distracted, and very, very horny. I’d pinged messages to a bunch of my regular guys – but all were at work, or away on summer holiday. Scrolling through my contact list, I saw the name Joe – and immediately my mind went back to the late night I’d spent sucking him, his brother and a few of his brother’s mates off – all of us coked up and/or pissed. The night had ended up with him sucking me off – the first time ever sucked a guy, so he said, before he passed out, naked on the sofa. I dropped him a text “ hey…long time, no see”
I was surprised to receive a reply almost immediately…”Hey – it is….You’re the guy that came around a while back, right?”
I replied in the affirmative.
We texted back and forth, both beating around the bush, until he said … “you wanna come around? I have the place to myself for a while…”
Again, I replied in the affirmative, and was soon headed down the street, knocking at his door a few minutes later. He answered the door wearing only gym shorts and a tight black singlet. God this guy was cute. “Come in…”
He was clearly nervous, and lead me back into the lounge – which was a lot tidier than it was the last time I was here. He laughed when I said as much “Yeah…the place was a bit the next day…Took us hours to clear it up…”
We stood, facing each other, not speaking, our eyes locked. I reached forward and slipped his singlet up, over his body, my hands running over his warm, smooth skin. I stood and admired his naked torso – he had a beautiful body – toned and lightly muscled, no hair on his chest, and a dusting of blonde under each armpit. His abs were clearly defined, tight under his skin, the v-shaped edges disappearing down into his jean. I dropped his singlet on the floor, and started to unbutton the fly on his jeans, one button at a time; the back of my hand resting on his erection, that strained at the fabric of his briefs. He stepped out of the jeans, and stood there in his briefs – his dick, hard and clearly outlined against his abdomen.
I dropped to my knees, bending forward sliglty so my lips rested on his shaft, separated from the skin by the thin fabric. He moaned as he felt my breath on his dick, and pushed the back of my head down, pushing my face further, harder onto his cock. I cupped his nuts in one hand; he spread his legs slightly apart to give me better access, and as I squeezed them gently started to run my tongue up and down the outline of his dick, from the tip all the way to the base of his shaft. He moaned, running his fingers through my hair as I licked his dick up and down, all the time playing with his balls.
After several minutes he let go of my head, slipped his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down round his ankles. His dick sprang free, as long and thin as I remembered it from the last time. His foreskin was slightly pulled back – so I could just see the tip of his cock underneath; several drops of precum oozing from his piss slit sat invitingly waiting for me to taste. His blonde pubic hair was still trimmed down, with the shaft and nutsack smooth, and very closely shaved. After he stepped out of the discarded briefs, I shuffled forward, wrapped my fist around the base of his cock, gently pulling his foreskin back to expose his cockhead and slipped it between my lips. The saltiness of his precum hit my mouth straight away – and soon I was running my tongue around and around his glistening dick making him moan in pleasure. I milked his dick up and down with my lips – this guy produced loads of precum, and I swallowed it all down greedily.
He let me suck him for a while, before pulling me to my feet, saying “stop – you’ll make me cum…and anyway, it’s my turn now” He faced me, and we kissed passionately, tongues mashing together, the taste of his dick mixing with our saliva as we snogged. He reached up, and started unbutton my shirt, slowly revealing my toned, hairy chest. As it slipped off, over my shoulders, he buried his face on my pecs – his tongue licking at my pierced nipples, the feeling of his warm tongue on them driving me crazy, making my dick throb and ache for release.
I unbuckled my jeans, and slipped them and my boxers down, letting my cock out. He pulled me by the hand to the sofa, pushing me down into a sitting position. He knelt down in front of me, and started to play with my dick – thicker than his, cut and about the same length. He caressed my nuts, running his fingers through my course, dark pubic hair before finally leaning forward and taking my dick in his mouth. It was amazing - for someone who said he didn’t have much experience – he certainly knew how to suck a dick – seemed he could deep throat straight away – something that had taken me several attempts to master. He worked my dick, bringing me closer and closer to shooting my load, each time getting so close, but never actually getting there; the sight of this gorgeous guy kneeling down in front of me, enthusiastically sucking my dick turning me on more than I had been for a long time.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer, and I pulled him up till our lips met again, and we again started to passionately kiss, pulling him until he lay on top of me, our cocks pressed together, leaking precum as my hands pulled his body firmly down onto mine. We snogged, and writhed and grinded together for what seemed like hours, our hard cocks aching, throbbing, needing to cum, to release. I broke from the embrace, and rolled over so that he was now underneath, and I slowly started moving my lips down his body, across his ears… neck…nipples, licking the sweat from all over his body, gradually getting closer and closer to his dick. Soon enough, I let his long, thin cock slip down my throat, and started to work it once again with my lips, the tip of my tongue flicking and licking his exposed cockhead over and over. I could hear his breathing speed up and soon he was moaning “Fuck…I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum”
Immediately after he whispered this, I felt his entire body go rigid, and a couple of seconds later his dick exploded in my mouth, pump after pump, spurt after spurt of his hot semen was sent shooting down my throat. He pushed my head hard into his crotch as he moaned, and spunked and bucked his hips as I worked the head of his cock while he ejaculated his huge load into my willing throat.
Once he had finished he lay back, panting with the exertion. My own dick was still painfully hard – my nuts aching for release, so I knelt between his legs, and started to stroke my dick as I watched him, the heaving of his chest slowly returning to normal, his erection softening slightly and now lying flat against his body. Opening his eyes, he watched me wank for a while, before reaching forwards, pushing my hand away, replacing my own fist with his. I stroked and tugged on my nipples as he jerked me off, the feeling of his hand bringing me closer and closer to shooting was amazing. Picking up pace, his hand was soon sliding up and down my shaft faster and faster, pausing every now and then to rub precum from my piss slit into his hand to lubricate. Each time his fist passed over my cut cockhead my entire body shuddered from pleasure, and soon enough I feel I was going to cum. I moaned loudly as I started to shoot – a fountain of cum that shot out in spurts – reaching as far as his lips, and splattering down his body. He kept on stroking my dick as it shot, only stopping when I had finally finished, and the touch of his fist on my sensitive tip was too much to bear, and I pushed his hand away from my knob.
I leaned forward, and we started to kiss again – I could taste my own cum on his lips, and greedily licked it down off his face, chest and abdomen as well, most of my own load joining his as I lapped it down.
All too soon, I got to my feet. “I’d better head off now Joe” I pulled my discarded clothes and boots back on.
He lay on sofa, not moving, but nodded. “Ok – sure – but, you know – can we do this again”
“I really hope so”
I flicked on my phone, and starting paging through the grindr profiles in my area, looking to see if any of my regulars were online, and wanting some attention. Nothing – not one of them were active – not that surprising given the late hour. The familiar message sound chimed, and I opened the profile. It was for a guy just round the corner who I’d never seen online before. The profile blurb sounded promising – active, hairy, cut with a XL dick.
I flicked open the message …. “I’m so horny I can’t sleep”. The guy was direct.
I responded “yeah, me too. “
“I need someone to come and suck my dick”
“That could be arranged – what’s it like?”
A picture followed with the caption – “Just taken this now”. The pic was taken down the length of his body as he lay on the bed, completely naked. He had wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft, and was holding it so that it pointed up at the ceiling. It looked as big as the profile promised, and was surrounded by a bush of thick, dark pubes. His darkly tanned body was heavily muscled, and covered in thick, black hair from his chest, over his abs and down onto his muscular thighs.
I pinged him back – “looks good. Where abouts are you?”
A response: “you think you can take it all?”
“No recip from me….you come, you suck my dick, you leave…”
A link to a map followed with the instruction “don’t ring the doorbell when you get here…”
I glanced at the map, as I pulled on my jeans and tshirt, stuffing my dick painfully inside. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes”
I locked up, and jumped on my bike, pedalling through the deserted wet streets. Soon, I was standing outside a nondescript block of modern flats. I checked my phone, and saw he’d sent more pics of his hardon through. I responded “I’m here”
The door to #5 opened, and a face peered around. The door opened slightly and he whispered accusingly “You’re late…. Keep quiet…my flatmates are all asleep.” I carefully slid into the darkened hallway, and let him close the front door behind me. Then followed him along to a door where a lamp was on.
He closed his bedroom door, turned around and pushed me down, onto my knees in front of him. His dick was inches from my face, and I reached up, wrapping my fist around the girth, giving it a few experimental tugs. A drop of pre-cum blossomed on the tip and I leaned forward to touch my tongue to it, letting the salty tang cover my mouth, before parting my lips and wrapping them around the fat, cut cockhead. I ran my tongue around it, playing with his piss slit, licking the rim of his cockhead around and around, making him moan quietly as I did.
I’d never had a dick this big in my mouth before – my hand could barely encircle it, and I reckon it would have been more than two handfuls long. I couldn’t wait. He put one hand on the back of my head, and pushed it down slowly, but firmly onto his dick, the long, thick shaft gradually filling my mouth, until it made me gag as it hit the back of my throat. I couldn’t breathe through my mouth because of the girth, and had a moment of panic as I started to choke on it. He ignored my gagging, and kept pushing down, harder, more insistently, not letting me stop. I was on the border of panic, when suddenly, the gagging passed, and he pressed my head down until his dick was firmly in my throat, my nose buried in his wiry, black pubic hair.
He moaned and started to pull his hips backward, pulling his cock from my mouth – all the time, holding my head firmly, not letting it move at all. Saliva flooded my mouth, lubricating his shaft as he slowly face fucked me, pausing for a few seconds each time his cock slipped back in, deep down my throat. My dick was throbbing in my jeans, and I reached down, unbuttoning my flies and letting it spring free – I moaned in relief, and started to stroke myself as I sucked the biggest dick of my life.
He pulled his dick from my mouth, panting and sat down on the edge of the bed, legs apart. I kneeled down, and took his cock back in my mouth, swallowing it down deeply. I could feel him pulling at my shirt, and I paused briefly to let him pull it up over my head. He reached down and started pulling my nipples as I resumed sucking his cock – moaning onto his dick as he tweaked and pulled at my tits. By now, he was writhing around on the bed, squirming as I sucked him closer and closer to orgasm.
He pushed my head back, letting his cock go free my mouth – and sat back for several minutes as I knelt in front of him, stroking my dick – our eyes fixed, neither of us saying a word. He didn’t move, just watched as I slowly jerked off for him, my aching cock oozing precum onto the bedroom floor.
He stood in front of me again, and starting to stroke his dick with his hairy fist, gradually picking up pace, until he was pounding it frantically, his breathing becoming rapid. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my head and rammed his dick straight down my throat with a loud moan, pushing my face back down hard. As his dick slipped down the back of my mouth he cried out and started to shoot his load, the hot salty cum flooding my mouth – filling it up so quickly I couldn’t swallow it all down. His dick pulsated and pumped between my lips, and soon his seed was spilling from my mouth, down my chin. He was still cumming as he pulled his dick out of my mouth, pumping the remainder of his load out onto my face, where it ran down my chin, falling onto my body.
He stood up, panting, naked and still fully erect. He walked to the door, opening it up and said “You can go now”
“You heard me – get the fuck out. I told you that before”
I stood up slowly, his spunk covering my body, my own aching dick throbbing painfully, pointing at the ceiling, and needing relief.
“Can I at least get a towel to clean up a bit?”
“No…” He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to my feet, pushing me awkwardly down the hall. He pulled open the front door, and pushed me outside, still shirtless, my jeans still around my knees. He threw my t-shirt after and closed the door, not looking back.
I wiped his cum off my face and body as best I could, slipping the sopping shirt back on, and pulling up my jeans – fortunately the street was as deserted now as it was when I arrived. The short ride home went by in a blur, and I was soon home, back in my bedroom, trembling, shocked but totally excited and turned on. Stripping naked, I balled up the cum soaked t-shirt, burying my face in it – smelling the musty, salty smell as I started to wank my aching cock. It didn’t take long until I moaned and my own load joined his, gradually soaking away into the fabric.
As I laid on my bed my phone beeped again – it was him. “You can come again. I’ll message you when I want you…”
Thanks :) will post some more soon
Thanks.. Have been a bit busy lately, but have a few ideas knocking around for Joe
Hey.. Life’s been hectic for the last couple of months, currently on holidays, but thinking up more stories while I’m away… Hopefully post some new stuff soon 😄
Great to hear you like the blog… will try to get another Patrick and Mark instalment together soon.
Thanks for the feedback on the proofreading…I’ll try to double check before I post. Sometimes I’m a little slack in checking - want to get stuff out there quick!
This one is for an anonymous reader who requested something along these lines….whoever you are, hope you like it….
Ben looked down the street from the cab as it pulled into the close where his parents lived – nothing, absolutely nothing had changed in the 6 years he’d been away, overseas – nothing ever did in this small town – and he hated that he had to come back – there was nowhere else for him to go, now he’d left the army. He’d spent the last 3 months in hospital, recovering from the stab wounds he’d received in a random street attack in Kabul, that had happened just a week before he was due to be discharged anyway. Three long months locked in a ward with nothing to do by lie there and heal – nothing to drink, not even the privacy to have a wank to relieve the boredom.
As the taxi pulled into his parent’s drive, a vaguely familiar figure opened the front door: young, tall, and blonde, wearing nothing but a tight pair of rugby shorts. He stretched his hands above his head, leaning on the door frame, the muscles in his chest and abdomen moving lithely beneath his skin, and watched the incoming car, a cheeky grin on his face.
Ben couldn’t quite place him at a distance; he paid the driver, and as he walked down the long drive, and the guy’s face came into focus he realised he was looking at a younger version of himself. Realising who it was, he dropped his kit bag, and ran forward, grinning…“Fuck … Danny – I didn’t recognise you!” The two hugged each other tightly.
“Good to have you home brother”
Ben held his baby brother at arm’s length…well baby was the wrong word, now – Danny had been 13 the last time he’d seen him, skinny, awkward and covered in spots – that had been nearly 7 years ago, before Ben had left to join the army. Man, you’ve changed completely….You’re, what 20 now, right?”
Danny grinned – “20 next week … you never remember my birthday”
“Well – you’re just as bad – where were my 35th birthday wishes last month? Mum and Dad even managed to get a message to me, out there…”
“Yeah – you know how it is…sorry bro…I’ll make it up to you… Mum and Dad are still at Uncle Joe’s funeral – so it’s just you and me tonight – I thought we could have a few beers and pizza and catch up”
“Sounds great to me – I need a swim and a drink after the journey I’ve had…” They paused, looking at each other, before he continued. “It’s really good to see you, Danny – it’s been way too long”.
Ben thought to himself that Danny was looking good – the shaved blonde hair suited him – much better than the long floppy hairstyle Ben had had at the same age. He was in much better shape than he had been then too – tall, slim and toned, with a suntan that reflected the hours a day he spent at work, lifeguarding at the local pool.
Ben had only got in shape once he joined the army, and was now heavily muscled after 7 years of hard training. He’d got into weights to try to beat the boredom of being abroad, and despite almost 3 months of inactivity, his body was still in good shape – muscular shoulders and arms, broad chest and toned, defined abs. He’d managed to convince the doctors to let him lie outside for the last week before he had been discharged, and his skin was tanned a dark brown; the blonde hair that covered his torso, arms and legs bleached almost white against his skin.
Danny grabbed Ben’s bag – “c’mon - you’re in your old room – Mum’s still never been able to get round to getting rid of all your old stuff… Get changed and come out the back – you’ve gotta see what they’ve done to the place.”
They headed inside, Ben throwing his bag into his old bedroom. He looked around his old room, everything exactly the same as it was before. He shook his head, grinning – his mum could never bear to clear his stuff out, was always terrified he was never going to come back from the army. If he remembered correctly, he used to keep his swim trunks in the third drawer, and almost laughed out loud when he pulled the faded blue pair he used to wear all summer. He stripped down naked, examining his reflection in the mirror.
He ran his fingers over his body, letting them follow the curves of the muscles on his chest and abdomen, finally examining the long pink scar that ran across his abdomen from one side of his body to the other, starting on his left hip, extending up, across his navel and as far as his ribcage. It was a souvenir of his most recent two lucky escapes – this one was given to him by a local kid, who’d tried to stab him in a fight. He’d got off lightly – the kid was holding the knife the wrong way, and the tip had only cut skin deep, and the surgeons had sewed him up well – any deeper and he’d probably be dead.
He ran his hand up, over his chest and touched the much more faded scar just below his left shoulder. He’d received that particular one just a week into his first tour – a corresponding, messier affair was on his back, marking where the bullet had passed through his body, luckily, missing any vital organs.
He rummaged through the chest of drawers, finally finding a faded pair of trunks. He pulled them up, tucking his thick cock safely inside, the shaft thickening ever so slightly as he did, before tying the drawstring firmly around his waist. Fuck he was horny – was definitely going to need to do something about that later tonight. He looked under the mattress and grinned to himself to find that his porn stash was still there…
Grabbing the towel off the bed, he headed out to the pool, looking forward to a cool swim. Danny was already on a sun lounge, stripped to the waist, beer in hand. “Hey – you want a drink? “ he asked, reaching into the icebox next to him.
“Just let me dive in first, need to wash the plane sweat off me…” Ben dove in, the water refreshing him, as he swam several lengths underwater, relishing the refreshing cold. He pulled himself out of the water, and stood, dripping in the sun. He wandered over to the icebox, pulling a chilled beer out, and swigging it down in a single gulp. He grabbed a second, before laying down on the lounge next to his brother. They lay in silence for several minutes, contemplating their thoughts, and drinking their beers.
“You really glad to be home?” Danny asked.
“I guess so - not sure what I’m going to do, now I’m out of the army though, it’s all I’ve ever known – since I joined up…Definitely safer being here though….less likely to be shot…or stabbed”
Danny got to his feet, brining another beer over, sitting down, next to Ben’s legs. “Yeah – you should have seen Mum when we got the news you’d been shot…Thought she was going to fly over personally and drag you home”
“Yeah – that was definitely something I don’t want to repeat”
Danny pointed at Ben’s shoulder – “is that where it, you know….”
“Yep….high powered rifle – bullet passed right through – the exit is worse though…” He sat up, and turned around. Danny reached forward, and ran his fingers over the scar…”Wow - does it hurt…you know, getting shot?”
“It all happened so fast – I didn’t really feel anything at the time, and they shot me full of drugs within a few minutes…It was later that it hurt, you know, during the recovery. Doesn’t really bug me anymore, although it does ache a little sometimes when it’s cold”
Danny’s warm fingers ran over Ben’s shoulder, tracing the entry wound around and around. “Man – looks painful”
“Not as bad as getting slashed…” Ben replied. “…that one made it hurt to move for weeks…” He lay back down again, pointing at the scar across his body. “Still hurts, sometimes, but it’s the itching that drives me crazy”
Danny sat on the sun lounge, and ran his hand along the long, thin mark that marred the brown tanned skin of his brother’s abdomen, tracing the scar as it traversed the curves of his abs. “Hey – you can see the stitch marks…” he remarked “…I can see the little dots along each side”
Ben closed his eyes enjoying the heat of the sun on his body, head buzzing from the first beers he had in weeks. “Yeah they did a not bad job patching me up, I guess.”
“How far down does it go?”
“Right across to my thigh….” Ben undid the drawstring of his speedo, and slipped the left side down, so Danny could see where the scar ended. Danny ran his fingers from Ben’s navel, down across his crotch to the top of his thigh where the scar ended. “Man that is huge. Mum’s going to freak if you show her…” They both laughed.
“Does it hurt at the moment?”
“Not hurt really; it twinged a bit when I was swimming, but it’s itchy as hell a lot of the time”
Danny reached down and scratched gently along the line, his fingernails gently tracing the full length of the scar. “Is it itchy now?”
Ben sighed….”yeah – but that’s nice – that’s good” Danny continued to move his nails up and across the scar, starting at one end, high on his abdomen, across his navel and down over his hips and onto his thigh. Ben finished his beer, closed his eyes, and lay back, his hands behind his head as Danny gently scratched his itch. It felt nice to be home in a way, the warm sun beating down on him, the buzz of the beer, the feeling of Danny’s hands touching his body.
He sighed deeply, completely relaxed, feeling better than he had in a long time – his breathing slowing and deepening as they sat together in silence, Danny’s fingers making him feel completely at ease. Ben was barely aware of his erection that was now tenting his speedos, and how Danny had splayed his fingers wide, as he ran his hand over his brother’s body. Soon, his fingers were combing through Ben’s blonde pubic hair, moving further and further down until the tips brushed the base of his dick, until they slowly travelled down the length of his shaft.
Danny grinned as he wrapped his hand around the base of Ben’s meaty erection, squeezing it gently.
Ben moaned groggily “…fuck….that’s really nice….”
“Been a while?”
Ben opened his eyes, grinned and responded “…far too long” He lifted his arse in the air, so Danny could slide his trunks down and off, and lay on the sun lounge, his thick, uncut cock erect, laying against his abdomen, blonde pubic hair nestled surrounding the shaft, and covering his heavy nut sack. He shielded his eyes with one hand, and watched as Danny stood up, letting his own shorts fall to his ankles, revealing a dick was almost identical to his older brother’s – uncut, long and thick, with the same blonde pubic hair surrounding it, the only difference being that he’d shaved the shaft and sack smooth.
“Fucking hell, Danny…”
Danny knelt down, tentatively leant forwards and wrapped his hand around the base of Ben’s dick, gently pulling the foreskin back. He parted his lips, and let the tip of his tongue start to lap at the piss slit, and then run around and around the exposed cockhead. It tasted clean and vaguely of the pool and salt, and he spent several minutes like this, hand wrapped around the shaft, lips and tongue teasing the tip. A soft moan escaped Ben’s lips as Danny’s warm, wet mouth enveloped his cockhead, and slowly began to work lower, taking more and more of his dick inside. Precum had started dripping from the tip, and Danny moaned as the salty juice hit his taste buds; he eagerly swallowed it down, and soon his tongue moving back to Ben’s piss slit in search of more.
Ben placed one hand on the back of Danny’s head and gently guided his mouth further down on his prick, until he could feel his cockhead press against the back of Danny’s throat. He paused briefly as Danny gagged, struggling to swallow it down, before pressing again, this time more insistently until he felt the gag reflex pass, and his dick slip all the way down his younger brother’s throat.
Danny’s nose was buried in pubes, his mouth stretched wide around the base of Ben’s dick – he could barely breathe, and was struggling not to gag. He felt Ben put one hand on each side of his head, guiding it up and down; he allowed his mouth to be controlled in this way, and concentrated on working the shaft with his tongue – feeling the individual veins, bumps and ridges as he licked it up and down.
Ben reached forward and pulled Danny around, on top of him, so that their dicks lined up with each other’s mouths. Danny moaned ecstatically as his knob slipped between Ben’s pursed lips, foreskin slipping back, and his dick slipping down Ben’s throat in a single slow thrust. He let the weight of his body press down on Ben’s face until his cock was buried deep, and he pressed his own face downwards to return the favour.
They continued to devour each other for ages, their orgasms building and building at the same time, each brother knowing when to stop working the other’s dick, not wanting to bring the final climax on too quickly.
Ben reached up, and lifted his brother by the hips, pushing him forwards. Their cocks slipped out of each other’s mouths, and Ben raised himself until he was sitting up, with Danny on his hands and knees in front of him. He parted Danny’s arse cheeks, leaned forward and touched the tip of his tongue on his hole, eliciting cries of surprise from Danny. These quickly changed into moans of pleasure as he buried his face between the smooth, hairless cheeks, working Danny’s hole with his tongue, pushing it harder and harder against it, until it slipped inside. He reached forward, gripping Danny’s erection in his right fist, pumping it gently up and down as he rimmed – constantly rubbing his thumb over the tip, lubricating it with the precum that dripped in a constant stream.
Once Danny’s hole was slippery with saliva, Ben slipped up on the sun bed, until he was kneeling behind, with his dick pressed against Danny’s cheeks. He leaned forward until his hairy chest was pressed against Danny’s back, and whispered “you ready?”
Ben reached around his brother’s body, and took his left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing them tightly, before pushing his hips gently forward so that the tip of his penis slipped inside Danny’s hole.
Danny cried out in pain as his tight arse was slowly split apart by Ben’s dick; Ben stopped pushing, leaving just the head of his cock inside; continuing to squeeze down hard on Danny’s tit. He reached around with his other hand, wrapping it around Danny’s rock hard dick, stroking it gently. After several moments, he slowly started pushing with his hips once more, gradually sliding more of his cock inside; all the time massaging Danny’s dick, which was rapidly becoming slick with precum.
They slowly started to fuck, doggy style under the hot sun, sweat dripping from their bodies onto the paving stones beneath, panting with the exertion. Ben grabbed Danny by the shoulders, pulling him backwards and allowing him to thrust faster and deeper inside, while Danny cried out each time Ben’s dick slid in – seemingly deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Their fucking got more primal, Ben pulling his dick all the way out, before slamming it back in – soon Danny was grunting as his hole was pounded time and time again. His erection was hard to the point of being painful, and soon he was wanking his cock as fast as he could, wrenching his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead, lubricated by the stream of precum that had now started to drip through the slats of the bench and onto the ground below. He clenched his arse tightly around Ben’s thrusting cock, and only after a few more entries, Ben buried his dick deep inside, moaned loudly, and started to shoot. Danny could feel each pulse of Ben’s ripple up the length of his dick, starting to spray spunk inside him, filling him with the hot seed. He too cried out and started to cum – spurt after spurt of cum erupting from his cock, splattering all over the lounge and ground underneath. Ben pulled Danny back, hard against his shooting dick, as it pumped his load, both of them now moaning and panting as their orgasms tore through their bodies.
Both of their pricks stopped spurting simultaneously, and they both lay there sweaty and panting; Ben on top, his still semi hard dick, buried deep inside Danny’s arse. He slowly withdrew, feeling his fat cockhead stretch Danny’s arse wide as it popped wetly out, allowing cum to escape, dribbling down his brother’s arse and legs. They collapsed on the sun lounge next to each other, panting and grinning at each other. Ben’s erection had subsided completely and his cock hung limply against his leg. Danny’s, on the other hand was still as hard as ever, the last pearly white drop of cum still glistened at the tip.
Ben glanced down…”still hard? After that?”
Danny rolled over until he was on top, kneeling between Bens’ legs. He grinned “…yeah, I’m ready to go again….and I reckon this time, I get to fuck your hairy arse”
Ben lifted his legs by the back of his knees, raising his arse in the air, presenting his hole to Danny, who lost no time, leaned forward and buried his tongue between the cheeks, working the hole around and around, forcing his tongue inside, until it was slick and wet with his warm spit. Ben moaned at the sensation of a tongue rimming his hole, soon his cock started to harden and thicken again in response.
Danny now stopped, and held his cockhead against Ben’s lubricated hole and slowly leaned forward, surprised at how tight it was, but how easily he seemed to take a dick up his arse.
“You done this before?”
Ben grinned up, and nodded. “All the time – we get bored in the army”
Danny pushed further and further inside until his prick was all the way in before pausing; he was pleased to see that Ben was once again hard as a rock. He slowly started to fuck Ben’s arse, sliding his cock back and forth – never pulling it all the way in, but just until he could feel Ben’s hole wrapped tightly against his shaft, just behind the head. Ben put his ankles on Danny’s shoulders, and started to stroke his dick as they fucked – his thumb and forefinger pulling his long foreskin back and forth across his cockhead. Danny changed pace – slipping his penis completely out, pausing briefly to let Ben’s hole contract slightly before sliding it slowly back in, moaning each time as he felt the tightness envelop his throbbing cockhead as it re-entered.
Ben was briefly surprised when Danny leaned forward and started to snog him – but soon he responded, and they were kissing passionately, tongues mashing together as they fucked their long, slow fuck, slowly building up to their second orgasm of the afternoon. Danny moaned briefly, thrusting his hips forward, his cock thrusting deep inside Ben’s hole; and then he started to cum, waves of pleasure erupting from his balls, his seed exploding deep inside. The feeling of warm spunk spraying inside him sent Ben over the edge too, and his cum splattered against his hairy chest and abdomen, matting the hair as it landed.
They both stood, dripping with sweat, each other’s cum running from their arses, grinning at each other, their cocks now both soft and hanging meatily against their thighs. Ben was the first to speak…. “…well….that was, umm…unexpected”
“Indeed it was…but it was fun, right?”
Still grinning, Ben answered “best fuck I’ve had for a while. C’mon – let’s get in and wash this shit off”
I was sat by the side of the road, resting on my pack, having stopped to drink the last of my water, and heard the distant rumbling of a truck approaching. Hopefully I stood, put out my thumb, and prayed. I could see the driver stare at me as he flew past – belatedly putting on the brakes, slowing to a halt several hundred meters down the road. I grabbed my pack and ran after him.
“Hola” he called
“Hey … Can you take me to Madrid?”
“Madrid? Si…” he replied, followed by a long sentence I had no hope of understanding. I smiled, nodded like crazy, and he rolled his eyes, beckoning me to get on board.
I climbed in, and shoved my bag to the floor. “Thanks”
He started off, and for several minutes we sat without speaking as he pulled back onto the road. I glanced at the guy, feeling awkward for the silence. He was older than me – about 40, tall, and heavily muscled that I guessed came from years of hard work. His low cut singlet was stretched tightly across his chest and big shoulders and, dark curls of hair poked around the edges, course and thick against his skin that was tanned mahogany brown. He was wearing faded tracksuit bottoms, cut off above the knees, and I could see his legs were covered with the same, thick hair. I watched his biceps flex as he ground between gears and worked the steering wheel to and fro, keeping the wandering old truck between the lines of the highway.
The miles rolled on, and the silence and drone of the engine started to make me feel drowsy, until I dropped off, my head falling back against the side of the cab. I don’t know how long I slept, but I woke suddenly, the truck had stopped, and it was dark outside. I could feel a rough hand on my thigh, slowly moving up and down. The only light was from the cab light, and I could see that the driver was turned slightly towards me, eyes roving over my body as his hand slipped further and further up my leg. I smiled at him; he smiled back, and placed his hand over my crotch, rubbing my cock, feeling it getting harder and harder as he did, until my dick was stiff as a board, and pressing against my shorts. I unbuttoned my fly and my cut cock sprung out, thick and long. He wrapped his fist around it, and started to stroke it firmly; the feeling of his rough hand wrapped round my cock was almost painful – but felt so amazing.
He stroked my dick up and down for several minutes before stopping. I could see his own erection tenting out his tracksuit bottoms, and I reached over to slip them down – he wasn’t wearing any boxers, and his massive cock sprung out, uncut, thick and surrounded by a hairy bush of dark , wiry pubic hair.
As I leant forward I could smell the musty scent of precum and sweat – I peeled back his foreskin, revealing the purple head beneath, before leaning down, wrapping my lips around it and starting to lick it around and around. He moaned loudly as my tongue ran around and around the head, licking the sweat and precum from the tip and swallowing it down. He put his hands on the back of my head, forcing it down further and further on his long, thick shaft that throbbed with excitement in my mouth. As my lips travelled down the shaft I could feel the individual veins pumping under my tongue and lips, until finally, gagging a little, I’d swallowed the length down.
He put one hand either side of my head and started to pull it up and down, pushing his hips up as he pushed my head down so his dick slid in and out of the back of my throat, moaning all the time. I reached over and wrapped my hands around his hairy, heavy balls and pulled them tight, making him clench his arse as he thrust his hips upward. He picked up pace, pushing my mouth up and down his cock, precum oozing in a constant stream from his dick, hips and thighs bucking in excitement. Then, he held my head down on his prick, and ran the other hand down across my back and onto my arse, where he started to finger my hole as he fucked my mouth. I moaned loudly onto his dick as he slipped one, then two fingers inside me – forcing them inside, starting to massage my prostate from within.
The feeling of his fingers on my gspot made my precum start to flow, and I could feel it oozing onto my stomach and thighs, my cock trapped between them while I was leant over, face forced onto this Spaniards thick hairy dick.
Suddenly I felt his body stiffen, and he replaced both hands on the top of my head and pushed down hard. I wrapped my lips tightly around his dick, and felt it explode in my mouth, my tongue running up and down his urethra as it pumped spurt after spurt of hot, salty cum into my mouth. His hips bucked up and down as he came and moaned loudly over and over. I swallowed each drop down as best I could, and when he finally stopped shooting, milked the last of his load from the piss slit, cleaning it down with my tongue.
Panting, he leant back on his seat, pulling his trakkies back up over his now softening dick. I leant back, my rock hard penis still exposed that I started to stroke. He reached over, knocked my hand away, and wrapped his own around my dick, the rough callouses of his palms rasping against my cockhead. I moaned as he stroked, and he leant over with his other hand and started playing with my nuts; his fingers gradually working behind them until once again he slipped his middle fingers inside me. I sat more vertical, so I was straddling his hand, and he started to rub my prostate again; I started lifting myself up and down a little, fucking myself on his fingers, as he wanked my dick.
I couldn’t hold back long, and soon cried out and started to shoot – my thick wads of cum spraying forward onto the dashboard and windscreen. He continued to stroke my dick and finger my hole until I stopped shooting, after which he leant forward, scraping my semen off his truck into his palm, holding it up to my lips. I licked it off his hand, my spunk mixing with the taste of his in my mouth.
As I did up my shorts, I saw that we were parked up in the back lot of a service station. He pointed at me, then at the service station – I took this to mean I should get out.
“I was hoping to get to Madrid”
“No Madrid. No Madrid” he responded. He pulled a picture from the sunshade of him and a woman. “Madrid – esposa…..wife” he continued.
“Hmm ok then”
I grabbed my bag, and jumped out of the cab into the warm night air - waving to the driver behind me as I headed to the restaurant next door.