I was having a nightmare.
My brother-in-law Dick was taking me up the arse - but fuck he only had a three inch cock not his usual thick nine incher, and fuck oh fuck, his best mate Jack (winner of the gold medal for biggest cock in school remember) was up there too, and his was only two inches long, not the eleven which had pounded me before. What a fuckin nightmare.
Then the nightmare changed course suddenly, the pair of them grunted, the hairy buggers – and fuck I felt them grow and swell inside me.
They were soaring upward, like thick iron rods up my arse, like pounding thrusting thick hot iron rods. They were filling me up and it was all as cute as fuck, and they were fucking me silly. I was doing the sums, so many fucking inches pressed tight against one another and fuck knows the girth, but I was taking it all.
Dick and Jack were grunting like hogs.
I was bouncing up and down on the hairy fuckers and jeez it was not gonna last long and fuck I felt my bouncing balls tighten and swell and reach boiling point till … Jesus Mother of Christ, I blew.
Just as the spunk shot out and up and this way and that and all over the fucking place – the pair of them thrust upwards like hot steel rockets and propelled semen into the very depths of me and filled me up.
I thought the spunk might gush out of my mouth. And fuck it did. This was a fucking dream after all– and their cum shot out between my lips, like projectile vomit, only much nicer.
I shouted out so fucking loud I woke up, sure I was shouting out for real, never mind cumming for real.
Nicky was shaking me fully awake, saying my name.
You’re having a nightmare, Ryan, it is just a nightmare.
Some bloody nightmare, as I lay back on the pillows, my bare chest rising and falling. Had I bloody cum on my stomach again?
I tried a finger down there where my treasure trail ran below my belly button to my groin, yup, I had spattered. My cock was leaking.
In fact this was a recurring wet dream, ever since I’d had that sunny holiday with Dick and Jack and the girls.
But heck they really had taken me up the arse, both of them, on the last night of the hols, and my arse was sore for a week, but a kinda contented kinda soreness I did not want to go away. I wanted them back in there, both of them. The memory was invading my dreams.
In fact on the nights when Nicky stayed at home and was alone in my wide bed, I relived the best bits of Dick and Jack fucking me, added some details, but there really was no need, the facts had been good enough.
For a start there had been that big black dildo down my throat, just for laughs, and there had been Jack flat on his hairy back, with his fuckin monster standing up thick and tall, ready to let me slide down it, well-greased and me moaning. Then there had been Dick, standing out like a truncheon and squeezing his way into me, into what passed for a fucking gap. And me shouting out, and my prostate tingling, and those two huge fuckers pounding me.
Take my big dick, shouted out Dick, as his thrusting went out of control. I could hear his balls slapping. Jack was speechless beneath me, just grunting like a hairy boar, as that cock of his did its work.
And all that cum. My arse full like some Japanese cartoon flood, their shooting cocks submerged in spunk. And me, poor me, blasting one almighty screaming hot load, half a pint over his hairy pecs. half a foaming pint all over Jack’s bearded (delighted) face,
Fuck it was worth re-running again. And again. My energetic right fist was expert at conjuring up the excitement of it all.
I turned away from Nicky, hoping he could not sniff the fresh spunk on my belly, and pretended to go back to sleep
I needed my beauty sleep anyway.
Remember Justin? He was the cool black shop assistant who sold me those silly speedos and the new jock too. He had left a message while we were all away, something about me being due a refund.
After the hols I was feeling a bit on the horny side. I spent a lot of time starting texts to Dick, then deleting them. I did not have Jack’s number, probably just as well. Poor Nicky had decided he was fed up with penetrative sex and anyway was hoping for a promotion, that was his priority and he was doing prep for that in the evenings.
At the weekend I popped into that cool shop, fingers crossed Justin was going to be the Saturday boy. He was.
Heck, his smile was white.
He called me by name. Not sure how he knew that anyway.
He explained that there had been a product recall on the speedos The stitching had been not up to their usual standards. It had been discovered that gentlemen had been popping out of them at the pool.
He told me this with a straight face.
I remembered Dick’s yellow speedos tearing in front of my face, under pressure from his nine inch hard-on.
I burst out laughing.
Have you had any problems with the pair you bought Ryan, asked Justin, with the barest hint of a smile. You chose the blue I remember, a wise choice.
I laughed.
I got through the holiday without any popping mishaps, Justin, I replied.
He nodded.
Good to know. Your brother-in-law said he’d had some problems, that’s all. I just wondered if there had been any other problems in the family?
Dick? You’ve spoken to Dick?
Oh yes, said Justin, with the flicker of a smile. Your brother-in-law Richard popped in.
Before he popped out? I said it out loud.
I personally discussed Richard’s refund with him, said Justin, Of course there were special circumstances. Your brother-in-law is rather a well built gentleman.
Fuck, had Dick got his cock out in this shop and fucked Justin in the changing rooms? Is that why Justin is smiling?
So, I said, what do you mean by a refund?
Justin held up a pair of jazzy patterned speedos.
These are our new line. Perfect stitching.
Did my brother-in-law take those, I gulped.
Yes indeed, smiled Justin, he did. Insisted he try them on here on the premises. He was very satisfied.
These new speedos featured a retro print of yellow bananas.
Do you want to try them on here? If I can be of any assistance of course, just shout.
I am shouting Justin, I murmured.
He led me to the changing room, carrying the pair of speedos.
Shall I fit them for you, he said innocently enough.
I unbuckled my belt and unzipped and stepped out of my jeans.
I was glad I was in some classy briefs that day, although they did little to restrain the sudden glorious hardness of my cock, as I stood there in front of Justin, aroused and erect.
Perhaps I should have brought the bigger size, asked Justin,
I was standing there in my tee and socks, with my hard-on filling out my white pants.
Shall I help said Justin.
He bent down and took hold of my briefs.
Good choice, he said, reading the label, and pulled them down.
Excuse me, I said, as my hard-on swung out, released into the open, a few inches from Justin’s beautiful black fingers and his beautiful black mouth.
Jesus, I exhaled.
Justin seemed to be ignoring my cock, and asked if he could help with the speedos.
I stepped into them, and he eased them up my hairy legs, over my knees, up my thighs, till they were nestled just below my hanging balls. My cock of course was not hanging down.
Let’s have a try, said Justin, and pulled the banana print fabric up over my balls and as far up my hard-on as he could manage.
My knob was sticking up over the top, pressed into the hairs on my belly, the purple tip a good contrast with the yellow bananas.
May I, said Justin, and he gently took hold off my knob and tucked it out of sight.
It looked crazy in the mirror. My hard cock squeezed in.
Justin, I breathed, did you help my brother in law out like this too, the personal touch?
Oh yes, said Justin, Shall I show you what sort of service he asked for?
Please do, I murmured.
Justin stood in front of me, then casually he undid the belt on his elegant navy trousers, unbuttoned his flies, and stepped out of his trousers.
Fuck, he was in a white jock, a full white jock, full of big dark dick and balls. His thighs were dotted with black curls, His jock was fringed with more of that.
Did you keep that on for him, I asked.
Yes Ryan, for a bit anyway. But then I did this …
I felt Justin’s lips on my swollen knob through the cloth, felt his lips, felt his tongue, felt him sucking.
Those stupid speedos were so sheer it felt like I had an ultra thin condom stretched over my knob.
I could feel myself leaking, dripping.
Perhaps I had better … said Justin, and he eased off the pants, and felt him for real, swallowing my cock head, then a couple of inches, then a couple more, and then a couple more.
I was right down Justin’s throat.
I moaned.
Fuck, Dick, oh fuck Dick.
I began to thrust harder. Justin was choking, spluttering, swallowing.
Out of consideration I pulled out.
Justin grasped me, wanked me.
When did you last cum Ryan?
Four days I muttered, which was a lie. That morning about 8am was the truth.
Richard said the same, said Justin, and smiled. Massive load.
Did he fuck you, I breathed.
Yeah, said Justin, bareback, like a horse. A big horse.
Get down on all fours, I barked.
I was balls deep – no mercy - in a moment, feeling for the front of his jock, cupping the outline of his balls, feeling the long thin hard length of him jutting out.
Justin squealed as I rammed him.
Like this I shouted, was it like this, with fuckin Dick?
Yeah, yeah, he moaned, like that, just like that. Hard, fast, he rode me hard and fast.
I rode him hard and fast.
He tore off my tee.
I tore of his tee.
He spat on me.
I spat on his dark back. The spit looked like a stream of cum.
He pulled my hair.
I pulled his hair.
(Justin squealed)
He fuckin throttled me too.
I fuckin throttled him.
He bit my neck the fucker.
(No way, that was a step too far)
He lost his fuckin load big time.
Now that one I could do.
I lost my fuckin load big time. And I mean big time.
Dick shouted out, so did I.
Justin shouted, so did I.
I felt him cum, gushing in his jockstrap. My fingers suddenly soaked and sticky.
I shot another load up his ass.
Sweet Jesus. Oh sweet Jeus.
The pair of us were just breathless, heaving.
For a bit I just stayed inside him, hand on his stiff prick, watching the image in the mirror, my red face, my sweaty brow, my hairy bare arse, his elegant dark limbs, his pleased grin.
Thank you sir, said Justin. That was most enjoyable.
Was it is as enjoyable as my brother-in-law?
He paused, before saying – Pretty much the same, equally enjoyable.
I pulled out with a groan and with me came a fuck of a lot of spunk. It ran down his black legs. I licked it off him and fed some it back to him. His lovely pink tongue licked my fingers clean.
What about that – did Dick spunk as much?
Justin smiled.
Your brother-in-law was the same, very messy. Perhaps sir would like to use the customer bathroom before we return to the shop floor? The fragrances are excellent. Be my guest.
Justin wrapped up the banana print speedos, now a little damp, placed them in a cute little bag, and I went home content.
That night was a Saturday and Nicky called off. I drank rum and coke, texted my sister, discovered Dick was out on the lash with Jack, the selfish bastard she said, drank more rum and coke, and then sent Dick a photo of my new banana speedos.
Sometime after midnight I heard the buzz of my phone. It was Dick.
Snap. Model them 4 me u hot cunt.
With my cock stiffening I slipped them on and sent him the picture.
Dirty bastard, the reply came, ur getting me horny. Jack 2.
Get in a taxi. Will leave door open.
Got any booze?
Big bottle rum.
Fab. 2 big cocks coming up. LWOFF.
(That was one of Dick’s regular jokes – it stood for “Legs wide open for fucking”)
I applied deodorant and cologne and went to bed in my stained but dried banana speedos, and promptly fell asleep or must have, as the next thing I remember was Dick at the foot of the bed, tickling the soles of my bare feet. I tried to sit up and found I was tied to the bed, spreadeagled, like some poor virgin sacrifice in a pagan ritual.
Right on cue my cock stood up hard in its banana print.
Dick was taking off his shirt.
Jack was finishing off the knots which secured my left ankle to the bottom of the bedstead.
Hi Ryan, he said, how you doing, and waved at me.
Both of them had large tumblers of rum and coke.
Fancy a drink, said Dick, and brought the glass to my lips, then dribbled it down my front, so my hairy chest was sweet and fragrant and sticky.
Where’s wee twinky Nicky tonight he asked. Jack here was fancying a foursome, wanted to get his monster up the wee blonde’s arse while he sucked off your wee cock, that’s what he told me in the taxi, is n’t that right, Jack?
Yeah, said Jack, that’s right.
Maybe I should give our favourite shop boy, that Justin, a ring. Get him over here for a sweet fuck for four?
Dick’s chest was bare now, still tanned, hair growing back healthy and flourishing, muscles being looked after and maintained. He scratched under his arms, smelled his armpits, then stuck his hand down under his belt as if he was rearranging his private parts and giving them a minor stroke.
Fuck Ryan, really pleased you texted. I thought I was gonna have to resort to exchanging handjobs on the night bus with this fat old bear – he indicated Jack.
Come on lad, let’s get on with it, then Ryan can get his beauty sleep and we can wake up tomorrow next to our lovely wives. I’d ask you to unzip me Ryan but it looks like you do not have use of your hands at the moment. Come on Jack, do the honours, and I’ll reciprocate.
The two men began to undress one another. It looked like they had done it before many times. There were pauses and an agreed order, and Dick clearly was the boss.
Fuck, you hairy beast, said Dick, as he pulled Jack’s vest over his head. You need Ryan to give you a trim.
Dick began to stroke Jack’s zip, and very soon, the length of him appeared through the cloth, the massive length of him, and the fat fucking knob outlined.
Jack was unbuckling Dick’s belt, slowly pulling down the zip, pulling out the cockhead, snug in his white briefs, sticking out now, ready.
I was watching, licking my lips. If I had free hands I would have been wanking.
Then the trousers were down and away and the socks too and the shoes somewhere – and Dick and Jack stood at the foot of the bed in their underpants.
Jack was in boxers which gave a great deal of room for his eleven incher to stand up straight and push out the cute tartan pattern.
Dick was in tightish white briefs so his cock was outlined neatly. I could see the strain in the elastic as his nine inches throbbed.
I was staining the front of my banana speedos handsfree. How embarrassing, they being so expensive.
I reckon, said Dick, we need Ryan to get these off with his teeth, what do you think Jack?
Yeah, said Jack.
They both got on the bed on either side of me and pushed their crotches against my mouth. Fuck oh Fuck. I struggled to get my hands out of the knots. I wanted to grasp those hard fuckers and wank them silly. But I had to put up with the stiff feel of them against my lips.
I tried my best to get my teeth into their waistbands and managed to pull a bit of Dick’s white briefs down, but inevitably his cock got in the way and I got a mouthful of hot cotton. I settled for sinking his knob into my mouth and doing my best sucking.
And Jack’s fly was an easy prospect. In I went with my tongue and my teeth and out popped his massive hot tool and fuck it was in my mouth and he was groaning and I was gasping and sucking and Jesus it was juicy.
Here, said Dick, it is my turn now. Get these tight fuckers off me, I want to get down your throat too.
He slipped them off down his hairy thighs and yanked Jack’s boxers down too. And I sucked them both and tried, oh I fucking tried to get them in together. But fuck I am only human.
Dick laughed.
Not to worry I am going to fuck your grateful hole now, and Jack here is gonna shoot down your throat, get those pretty tonsils of yours well and truly fucked. Yeah? You want it Ryan?
Yeah, I cried out, I want it.
Dick told Jack to wait till he was inside me so I could get a good view of his pretty face while he was fucking me.
My knees were wide apart and he pushed them wider as he clambered between my legs. His cock looked like it was bigger than ever, rigid, gleaming. He spat on it, with a very good aim and a lot of spittle, good man.
I was still in those silly speedos, he pushed the thin fabric aside and I lifted up my arse for him.
Here we go he said, no fuckin poofy foreplay for me.
Fuck I had wanted to feel his tongue in my hole, but heck, never mind, his cock would do.
Dick’s nine inches of cock slid into me. I felt myself open wide for him, inviting him in, I was so hard I thought I might just shoot right there and then, right through the fabric.
He paused for a moment.
Ooh, you’re a tight fucker Ryan. You’re clutching my cock like a virgin.
Then he began to thrust, like a horse or a bull, fast and heavy and noisy.
Get in him Jack, he shouted, fuckin get in him.
Suddenly Jack’s hairy groin was in my face, all over my mouth, my tongue was on his furry balls, and his great big dick was dribbling on my cheeks and on my chin.
You ready Ryan, whispered Jack, yeah?
Yeah, Jack, ready, I murmured. Do whatever you want.
So – he was in my mouth and pushing, I stretched my mouth till it hurt, and the juicy girth of him filled me. Then he pushed more, and I gagged, and I gagged again. No way would eleven inches of cock get down my throat, I would be dead first.
But fuck Jack tried and fuck I tried, and meanwhile Dick was pounding me and shouting out, and the tears were streaming down my bristly Saturday night cheeks.
I think I blacked out. Too much cock in me.
Then they were both out and I cried out in dismay.
No, I cried, give me it again, give me it now. Now!
Dick laughed.
We’re only changing places boy. You’re getting your favourite cocks back any second.
And I did. Dick down my throat. Jack up my arse. Both holes fucked well and truly fucked.
Somebody’s hand was on my cock, pulling it out of my speedos, and I cried out again, as much as I could with a throat filled with Dick’s dick. I needed to cum, I needed to cum hard.
I need a drink, breathed Dick, and I felt his cock pulled out of my mouth, and then I felt Jack ease himself out of my arse, and the hairy pair of them laughed, and sat down at the bottom of the bed, with their cocks stiff still and the refreshed tumblers in their hands.
Jack got me a drink too and let me drink it properly.
I licked my lips.
You both gonna double fuck me now, I asked eagerly.
Dick looked at this watch and then at Jack.
Fuck bro, that’s a big ask. Jack nearly squeezed the blood out of me the last time. Why don’t we just jerk off on your face and call it a night? Don’t be so greedy eh?
He knocked back his drink, so did Jack.
The pair of them slapped my face with their cocks, not so much slapping as thumping. Then they set off jerking. They were dripping already, sticky threads hanging down and landing on my lips and chin and beard growth. They took turns in demanding a suck from me, nothing too deep, mostly a lick and a taste of their salty pre-cum, which was flowing now.
I felt Jack’s spare fingers on my dick, considerate Jack. I was gonna cum shortly.
Oh fuck me, cried out Dick, and I was blinded.
Oh fuck me, cried out Jack, and I was submerged.
Oh fuck me, I opened my mouth to say but swallowed spunk instead. Jack’s grip was still on my cock and I was shooting.
There was a lot of shooting and a lot of spunk.
Dick was shaking his cock all over me so the last of the flood was well distributed, and Jack was just streaming down his massive column and then dripping down on to me, pooling at the top of my chest where the hair grew.
Better call that taxi, said Dick, finishing his dick shaking.
He went off to the loo.
Jack stayed beside me, gently holding my wet but now wilting prick, gently caressing me, and bobbing down to kiss me shyly.
Thanks Ryan, he said, and I had a vision of being with Jack forever and ever and having a happy time.
Come on Jack, said Dick returning from the loo, clearly having washed himself all over his chest and stomach and crotch. Clearly he was now wet with hot water not hot spunk.
He flung a wet facecloth at Jack, who used it to rub me all over, which was arousing again in itself. My cock stood up again.
Oh no you don’t you horny bastard, said Dick. Get dressed Jack, you can wipe down your fuckboytoy another time.
Dick got dressed while Jack went to wash himself. I was still spreadeagled on the bed, still tied up. Rum, coke, spunk from three sources, and a little hot water was in the mix on my tired old hairy body. The banana speedos were well-soaked now.
Those speedos will need a wash, said Dick, a wash for delicates got out my stains. Justin advised that.
Dick, I said, are you going to untie me? Nicky’s coming round early for Sunday breakfast with croissants. It could be awkward.
Dick looked at me as he buttoned up his shirt, covering up his hairy chest.
Untie you Ryan? Not sure about that bro. And anyway would n’t little Nicky prefer you to a pastry?
He zipped himself up and winked.
