Dream Man

It was the last Saturday night of August at one of New York’s finest dining establishments, Saint Roses, found on the top floor of the little known Lachy, one of Manhattan’s most high end, expensive, and exclusive hotels.

Lachy was the type of hotel that catered to people looking for a private, yet all inclusive hotel, spa, and dining experience while still having access to the excitement and rich culture New York City provided. 

At least, that’s what the brochure said.

Anwar stood on his tiptoes to see over the crowd of fellow servers crammed into the narrow hallway leading into Saint Roses. He was one of fifty that night preparing for the annual CEO ball; a gathering of the world's most prominent, and important business executives and their plus ones.

As a recent graduate of culinary school, Anwar’s goal was not just to make it as a chef, but to make it as a chef in the finest dining establishments possible. This meant getting his foot in the door any way he could. If that meant being a server first, he would be the very best server who had ever served

To be sure, this wasn’t Anwar’s first time working at Saint Roses, but it was Anwar’s first time serving at this event. He had read through the hotel’s information guide, brochures, and every other piece of information he could get his hands on in order to get this job and maintain his position. He knew that being chosen to work at this particular event meant management had their eyes on him. 

Like Anwar, many of his fellow servers were also aspiring chefs. All of them knew a compliment from one of the million or billion dollar guests coming for the dinner practically guaranteed a spot on the coveted cooking staff.

“You’ve gone through the training. Watched all the videos. All of you are experienced in this level of food service.” Miranda, a stocky woman with broad shoulders and a permanent scowl on her face shouted out over the staff. “There is no excuse for a fuck up tonight. None. Is that understood?”

“Yes Chef!” Anwar shouted out enthusiastically with all the other servers.

“The fuck Anwar! You spit on my neck.” Haphiza, who had been standing right in front of him,  turned swiftly toward Anwar, her shiny, black ponytail whipping around with her head. She was wiping the back of her neck, a look of disgust on her face. Luckily for the both of them, Miranda had come to the end of a three minute speech, and everyone was now shuffling their way toward the entrance of the dining hall.

“Sorry.” Anwar said, grinning at her. “You should probably wash your hands again before service starts.”

“Ooohh my God Anny. I swear to god if I miss the start of service because of you I will end your life.”

“We have ten minutes. If you go now you can make it back.” Anwar said, still grinning, but also feeling bad that he’d slobbered all over the back of his friend's neck.

“I’ll be right back.” Haphiza said, and pushed through the crowd out the door that led to the staff bathrooms.

“What’s wrong with her?” Another server asked. Anwar looked to see Benny, another friend of his who had just been shoulder checked by Haphiza as she moved past.

“I might have ruined her chances of becoming Miranda’s next sous chef.”

“One less person to compete against.” Benny said, wiggling his eyebrows . Anwar responded with a weak smile. Benny made his way toward the dining hall with the others, but not before playfully smacking Anwar hard on the ass. Anwar’s response was to laugh and push Benny away. What he wanted to do was to grab both of Benny’s hands and place them right back on his cheeks for a nice hard squeeze.

Benny was hot. His smooth dark brown skin, thick, plump lips, and jacked arms squeezed inside the short sleeves of his perfectly pressed, black dress shirt. Just by walking away, giving Anwar a display of his broad, powerful back, and perfect round muscle cakes inside the ass hugging, perfectly tailored black slacks, made Anwar want to pull his own black slacks down and assume the position.

Unfortunately, Benny was straight and had a beautiful girlfriend named Nicki who Anwar had met several times during happy hour. 

“You have to be the thirstiest person I’ve ever known in my life.” Haphiza said, coming up beside Anwar and folding her arms.

“I mean though…c’mon.” Anwar said, gesturing at Benny’s ass.

“You literally say that about every guy.”

“Not every guy…just every guy who works here. It’s not my fault management only hires attractive people.” 

It was true. 

Every server, man and woman, including Haphiza, was good looking, in great shape, and wore uniforms that seemed to be tailored to hug every curve of their bodies without being too scandalous, inappropriate, or unprofessional. 

Anwar wasn’t exactly sure why he was hired. 

Being of Pakistani descent, when he was in middle school he’d been picked on for being one of the few brown kids at his private school. He didn’t really blossom until he left high school, when he started working out a lot more and making more of an effort to groom himself. That long period of awkwardness left a stain on his self confidence he never got over. He didn’t think he was ugly, but he didn’t think he lived up to the standards of guys like Benny. 

What Anwar did have was a nice, thick, round ass. He knew it and he loved it. 

Maybe that’s why he was hired

He was also openly gay, and the Lachy hotel strove for diversity in their employees. 

Being a gay, Pakistani kid with a bubble butt must've pushed him over the edge. That, and his drive to succeed.

“That was fast by the way.” Anwar said to Haphiza, looking at her hands to see if she had even bothered to dry them.

“There was no line since everyone else was prepared to start working.” Haphiza said, giving him a sour look.

“I…have to sneeze.” Anwar said, facing her and pantomiming an exaggerated start of a sneeze at her. Haphiza rolled her eyes and pushed past him.

“Let’s go, and please try not to drool all over the guests and the other staff. ” Haphiza said and led the way toward the end of the corridor where a mirror was placed right before entering the dining hall. They both checked themselves and each other, then went out into the opulent two story room, where the other servers stood in a long, straight row wearing white aprons, waiting for the guests to arrive.

Within fifteen minutes the hall was starting to fill.

Anwar’s job was to carry around hors d'oeuvres on a tray while the guests mingled around tables for the main course, a choice of steak frites, roast chicken salad, duck confit, and two vegetarian dishes, gratin dauphinois with salad, and piperade.

By eight, the room was packed with all fifty of its guests and fifty of their plus ones. Everyone had arrived via a private elevator only accessible by a password known to the hotel staff, and a twenty person big band was in full swing mode, playing the standards. 

“Everyone here is worth at least seven hundred million easy.” Haphiza whispered to Anwar as they both happened to meet at the designated tray station for the hors d'oeuvres and champagne glasses at the same time. Anwar already knew this of course, but he let his friend point out all the different CEO’s and whether they were actually there with their spouses, girlfriends, or boyfriends. It didn’t matter either way. Many of them were eyeing the serving staff regardless of who their plus one was. Anwar was also getting an eyeful of all his hot coworkers as he waited for another tray of duck bolognese appetizers to come out of the kitchen.His eyes scanned across the room, looking for Benny specifically, but couldn’t find him amongst the crowd. 

Someone else caught his eye though, and he’d just come out of the elevator, meaning he had just arrived at least an hour late. 

He stood out like no one else. 

The first thing Anwar noticed about the man was his copper colored skin, similar to Anwar’s, only several shades darker, and glowed with smooth, well maintained perfection. His hair; thick, black  and shiny, looked to be a bit on the long side, and was tied up by a gold band in a tight little bun, letting the excess of his hair fall down out of the bun, and down the back of his head straight and smooth.  Anwar stared open mouthed at the man as he strode confidently into the room, not just because he was strikingly handsome, with strong eyebrows, and sharply manicured facial hair surrounding a full set of full lips that gave Benny a run for his money. It was how unabashed and effortless he wore an immaculate, chocolate brown kurta that came down to his knees with a matching pair of brown slacks and shiny, brown leather loafers with a gold emblem on the top of them. This man was proud of his culture, and he’d be damned if any one had something to say about it. 

The kurta shimmered with subtle gold embroidery as he walked passed under the lights.  He moved through the sea of boring black suits with the ease of a jungle cat, smiling and nodding graciously at everyone as they turned to look at him, his white teeth gleaming at them.He was also clearly in amazing shape. Way better than the majority of the old farts in the room. The kurta hugged his upper body subtly, showing just enough of his big chest, broad shoulders, and muscular arms  to be impressive, but still tasteful. There was also a nice hump coming out the backside, indicating the potential for a lusciously fat ass.

“Who the fuck is that! Who the fuck is that! Who the fuck is that!” Haphiza said in quick succession, as she tugged on Anwar’s arm. 

“I…have no idea…” Anwar said, still in a state of awe as the man shook the hands of a woman Anwar knew as Freida Anne Wagner, the head of the board of directors for Germany’s largest bank. A thought then came to Anwar that placed functioning thought back into place for a moment.

“He doesn’t have a plus one.” He said thoughtfully.

“No…he does not.” Haphiza grabbed one of the trays of champagne Anwar did not realize had been placed next to them, and made a b-line for the newcomer. She even undid the top buttons of her dress shirt, and Haphiza was not exactly flat chested. Anwar had to admire Haphiza jumping boobs first into this one. Why wouldn’t she? Haphiza was very beautiful, with olive colored skin, and a shapely little body that had many of the men she zipped past turning their heads toward.

“Who's the stud?” Benny came up to Anwar now, his tray of escargot half empty. Anwar turned to Benny, who was observing the newcomer with squinted eyes.

“Don’t know…? I don’t recognize him from the guest list.” Anwar said

“Good looking guy. I’d guess he’s an actor we’ve never heard of. From Bollywood or something like that.”

“I don’t think he’s Indian…You think he’s attractive?”

“Yah. Look at the guy.  You’re telling me he’s not your type?” Benny gave him a surprised look.

“Yes…I mean no. He’s really good looking, it’s just…” Anwar trailed off, unable to put his finger on why he wasn’t attracted to this clearly attractive man. Normally, Anwar would be fantasizing about how many different pounding positions a guy like this could pretzel his body into, but there was something about him that just didn’t get his dick twitching.

“He sorta looks like you. Just a little older and beefier.” 

“Are you saying all brown Middle Eastern men look alike?” Anwar said, his head swiveling around to look at Benny with a look of mock indignation.

“Yah sorta. You guys are from the same region, right. What I mean is you're both good looking guys.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were into brown Middle Eastern men.” Anwar said in the same mocking tone, though he was fishing like his life depended on it.  Either Benny was a straight guy more comfortable with his sexuality then anyone he’d ever known, or he was secretly bicurious. Anwar hoped it was the latter. Benny definitely got his dick twitching. 

“I wonder what his workout routine is.” Benny said, seeming not to notice Anwar's comment.

Damnit.

To Anwar, only straight men said stuff like that.

“Whoever he is, he must have some serious rizz.”

“Don’t ever say that again.” Anwar said, rolling his eyes, but despite how much he cringed at Benny’s words, he wasn’t wrong. 

Along with Frieda Anne Wagner, three more women surrounded the man, all laughing and smiling like they’d reverted back to teenagers as they conversed with him. Haphiza managed to squeeze her way through the women and hand him a drink. He took the glass gratefully, then started conversing with Haphiza like she was one of the guests.

So if anything the man was friendly, and not just another stuck up rich guy who only saw the staff as mindless server bots. Meanwhile, one of the other women started growing visibly agitated by the attention Haphiza was getting from him. She moved in, and with a haughty smile, grabbed one of the champagne glasses off her tray, then started ordering Haphiza to do something, probably fetch her an hors d’oeuvre. 

Haphiza came back over to Anwar and Benny, a harassed expression on her face.

“DId you get his name?” Anwar asked.

“I would have if that bitch founder of Lana Kay cosmetics hadn’t pushed her way in with her fake bitch smile, fake bitch hair, fake bitch tan…” As Haphiza continued to list everything fake about the actual Lana Kay, Anwar kept his eye on the mystery man, who he noticed seemed to become less and less engaged as he talked to the group of women, and now a few men, that surrounded him. When he wasn’t speaking, his eyes wandered around the room, and there was something listless about the way he stood and held his glass of champagne. 

His gaze eventually wandered over to Anwar's direction, and for a moment locked with Anwar’s eyes. 

He smiled his brilliant smile and raised a glass to him. 

 Bewildered by this acknowledgement, Anwar’s face became warm with sudden embarrassment. The first thought that came to him was to question if he’d met the man before; If he were a distant relative he’d had forgotten about. Anwar had taken several trips to Pakistan with his parents and spent time with relatives still living in the country, but there would be know way he’d forget a person this magnetic, especially if he were a relative. Anwar was about to wave back when Haphiza moved in front of him and waved at him. 

“I knew it…bitch was jealous.” Haphiza said with a smug look and walked away with her tray in triumph. Benny, who seemed to have noticed Anwar’s red face, put his hand on Anwar’s shoulder.

“You win some, you lose some buddy.” He said, and walked away with his own tray leaving Anwar on his own. Anwar considered correcting Benny’s statement since his heated face had nothing to do with attraction or jealousy. He sighed instead, and with one last glance at the mystery man, grabbed another tray of hors d’oeuvres to take out into the crowd.

Three hours later…

“God I’m so horny.” Anwar whined as he went around the room collecting the rest of the dirty dessert plates left on the tables of the nearly empty dining hall. The gala had ended around eleven. While a few guest still hung about at the bar, many had gone, most likely because the majority of them were over the age of 60, and had left staying out and partying late into the night in their past 

Benny and a few other servers who overheard Anwar laughed sympathetically at his comment. Haphiza on the other hand, was gathering up the dirty table cloths with a verve reserved only for people who were about to get laid. Maybe not laid, but she had gotten the chance to talk to the mystery guest again who said he would hang around a bit longer and chat after she was finished with work. 

No one on the staff managed to get his name, or whether or not he’d even been invited to the gala. He had disappeared, giving no one else the chance to talk to him. Anwar guessed he had retreated to one of the hotel suites, where he’d be waiting for Haphiza to join him for a late night rendezvous.

An hour or so later, Anwar finally left work sometime after midnight. 

All his complaining wasn’t just talk. 

He really was horny, and that meant going straight to his favorite gay bar, Corrigan’s, and hoped to find a friend for the night. He was prepared. Washing up at the bathroom sink, he fixed up his hair in the mirror, and changed out of his work uniform into a pair of burgundy chinos and a pale pink button up he had in his locker.

Corrigan’s was Anwar’s favorite bar because it was one of the least crowded even on a Saturday night. It had slowly converted into a predominantly gay bar over the last few months,  so a lot of the community didn’t know about it yet, and most of its straight regulars had migrated away. It was also within walking distance from the hotel.

“Hey Ty. Martini please.” Anwar said to the bartender; a thin, broad shouldered guy in his twenties with a warm smile and hairy chest on full display in a low plunging grey t-shirt.

“How’s it going Anwar? I gotcha. Nice shirt by the way.” Ty said, his naturally resonant voice only increasing the warmth of his smile and friendly demeanor. Anwar smiled back, then stared at his ass as Ty turned around to get a bottle of vodka from the shelf. Ty’s ass wasn’t big by any means, but his tight jeans fit well, showing off a little something against his tall frame. 

Ty was the type of guy who wasn’t conventionally handsome like Benny or the mystery man. His ears stuck out, and he had a big mouth with thin lips that when he smiled, stretched wide across his face. He had deep, sapphire blue eyes and somewhat messy, jet black hair that covered his head, chest, and stubbly face, a striking contrast against his fair, if not overly pale skin. These exaggerated features, along with his height, somehow all came together to work to his advantage.  Like Saint Rose, and pretty much every gay bar, Ty definitely fit the bill of good looking eye candy for the patrons to enjoy with their drinks.

As expected, the bar wasn’t very crowded, with only around twenty men sitting around the low lit space in comfortable chairs, leather couches, or standing at thin tables conversing in small groups. Most of the men there were older, averaging around forty and up. Anwar liked older men just as much as he liked the younger guys like Ty. For a start, they were a lot better at holding an interesting conversation for more than two minutes, and though a lot of the men here were still in decent shape, there was something about a dad bod that turned Anwar on just as much as ripped muscles did. 

When it came down to it, Anwar had never had a type. 

He just liked men. 

There weren’t too many physical deal breakers for him, with the exception of bad hygiene.  What really set a man apart for him was his confidence. Anwar both admired and was turned on by confidence. It usually didn’t matter what the man looked like. That and he just loved having sex. Sometimes to an unreasonable degree. Every time he looked at a man he was attracted to, he imagined some sort of sexual act taking place between them.

 For example, he imagined Ty, with his height, of course had a ludicrously ginormous cock, sitting on top of the bar, legs spread open, enjoying a double fisted hand job from Anwar as he gargled his hairy donkey balls from below, while one of the patrons; the silver fox in a snazzy business suit in the far corner, plowed Anwar from behind. Or even better, Benny, thrusting his powerful thigh, his monster cock splitting him open. 

“I’ll have a Martini. Vodka please.” A voice said to Ty right next to Anwar.

Anwar turned to the person, then took a step back, eyes widening slightly as he saw who it was.

It was the mystery man, still in his shimmering brown kurta, giving Ty one of his dazzling smiles as he leaned against the counter and put his folded hands on top of it. 

From the first time Anwar had met and ordered a drink from him, Ty had always kept a composed professionalism, even when hit on by the hottest men, which happened a lot. He wasn’t exactly flustered, but he was smiling a bit broader, and his eye contact with the man lingered a bit longer than usual before he went to start making the drink.

Despite his misgivings, up close Anwar had to admit that this man was quite something to behold. It helped that he smelled amazing, a hint of something sharp and exotic; just strong enough to waft in Anwar’s direction without being too overwhelming. 

To his surprise, Anwar saw that like him, the man was admiring Ty. He wasn’t even trying to hide his interest in him.

So Haphiza, and apparently everyone else at the gala, read this man wrong. 

He was clearly into men, not women, or maybe he was into both.

He turned his gaze to Anwar. His remarkable, iridescent eyes looked to be several shades of light and dark brown. Anwar thought he saw a hint of gold in them, matching perfectly with his attire. They were alarming and alluring at the same time; drawing Anwar in, making him a bit nervous, yet he didn’t feel threatened in the least. 

The man had to be in his forties, and though his skin glowed with healthiness, he still had some age lines and subtle crow's feet on the outer edge of his eyes.

“I don’t blame you for staring. He’s a really handsome man.” The mystery man said, raising his head at Ty, his voice silky smooth. Anwar glanced at Ty, who was still mixing the drink. “Ford signed him, obviously though, right?” He made a hand gesture at Ty. Ty looked up from what he was doing, rolling his eyes modestly.  “They’re sending him to Paris in a month” 

“I didn’t know he was a model.” Anwar said, mostly to himself, then shook his head dumbly. “I mean, I didn’t know you were a model.” He said quickly to Ty. It was awkward for him to start a conversation with someone, talking about the person standing five feet away from them.

“Well, I wasn’t until this guy sent them a picture of me.” Ty said, giving the man another look, a mix of agitation and gratefulness.

“It was only a matter of time my friend.” The man said with genuine affection. 

Now Anwar had to know. 

Who the hell was this man who could crash the exclusive CEO gala at St Roses, mingle with high powered billionaires without batting an eye, and had connections deep enough with one of the most prestigious modeling agencies in the world to get a local barista noticed, signed, and sent to Paris to work. 

Both of their drinks were sitting in front of them. The man thanked Ty, then turned his attention to Anwar. 

“So, enjoying your night?” he asked, picking up his drink.

“I…just got here so…we’ll see.” Anwar said, fingering the stem of his own glass, but not picking it up. 

“Mmm…I know exactly what you mean.” He said, having taken a sip and savoring the flavor.

“You do?”
“Yes. Long day.  Looking to find some company for the night.” He glanced at Ty again, and looked back, giving Anwar a knowing smile. 

Anwar grunted. This entire conversation was bazaar, but the man wasn’t wrong, and his bluntness had a certain charm to it.

“Is that what you’re doing?” Anwar asked.

“In a way…look, you’re clearly too distracted at the moment to talk, so let me help you out.” He stood, and started patting his Kurta, as if looking for something within it. The problem was it didn’t seem to have any pockets. Anwar couldn’t help but admire his fit body as he moved about, his well defined chest, arms, and shoulders bulging through the fabric. Still, when Anwar looked into his face, he was reminded of someone he was related to, like an older cousin, or young uncle, rather than someone he’d want to be with.

“Looks like I don't have one on me. No problem.” The man said, then with a snap of his right index finger and thumb, a black business card appeared between them with a little puff of glittery, golden smoke. The move was remarkably smooth. He held the black card out between the tip of his index and middle finger. 

“Take my card.” He said simply, his smile and eyes easy. 

Inviting.

Anwar hesitated, completely bemused by this man. 

He shrugged, reached out, and took the card.

The quiet chatter in the room suddenly stopped. 

At first Anwar didn’t notice. He held the card in his hand, turning it over to read the gold script.

Anwar Mirwani - Dreamscapist

“Okay…Wait, what…?” Anwar said, his stomach rising up into his throat. “This is my name. He looked up at the man whose smile showed no teeth, and still held deep amusement that filled his entire face.

“Seriously what the hell…?” He turned around to look at Ty. 

His eyes went wide

Ty was still standing behind the bar, but was shirtless and caressing a hairy nipple with one hand. His other hand was below the counter, and though Anwar couldn’t see it, he knew Ty was jerking his dick off, his blue eyes staring hungrily at Anwar. 

It took Anwar’s brain, which had stopped functioning, a few seconds to log back on. He then realized the bar was empty of everyone except the three of them. That’s when he realized how quiet it was. The only sound came from the bar’s background music. There wasn’t even any sound coming from the city outside.

“Okay…what is this?” Anwar said, starting to laugh from how surreal what was happening felt. He jumped from his stool and ran to the bar door. Before he could reach it, the door opened and in walked Benny, fully naked, in all his muscular glory. 

Anwar backed away, a combination of fear, then sudden arousal in extreme levels both came over him at once. Benny raised his head at him with a smile, displaying his perfectly sculpted body, his dark, chocolaty brown skin, and a monstrous third leg dangling down his thigh.

“You okay Anwar?” Benny asked, An expression of concern forming on his handsome face as if this was a perfectly normal situation.

Speechless, Anwar continued to back away, dumbstruck.

“What is happening?” He stammered.

“Don’t worry Anwar. This is only a dream. A fantasy” The mystery man said. Anwar turned to him. ‘Your fantasy.” He added. 

“My…fantasy/” Anwar stuttered. 

At that moment, Ty came from behind the bar, his long frame well toned, showing off a nice set of abs. He came out in full view, presenting his own fully erect horse cock that jutted out long and thick, just like Anwar had envisioned, complete with a set of huge hairy horse balls bunched up beneath it.

Benny went over to Ty and the two men started making out, deep and hard, their lips smacking, their tongues searching each other's mouths. They started stroking each other’s massive shafts, moaning and groping each other's bodies. Taking a handful of one of Benny’s fat cheeks, Ty starts sucking on Benny's neck, then one of his fat pecs, suckling hungrily. Ty looked at Anwar, whose own cock was fully erect as he gaped at the two men in utter bewilderment. 

“I’ll leave you to it.” the mystery man said, heading toward the bar exit. “Remember this is your dream. You can just watch the show or join them. It’s up to you. Also, if you’re unsatisfied with certain parts of your own body…” he looked down at Anwar’s crotch region. “It’s your fantasy. Do as you will. I’ll be back when you're done so we can have a real talk.”

“Wait. Who the hell are you?” Anwar called to him, but the man was gone, leaving Anwar alone with the two beautiful naked men.

‘You gonna join us?” Benny said, licking his thick lips. Ty raised his head from Benny’s nipple.

“He wants to. He’s just a little scared.” Ty let go of Benny and sauntered over to Anwar, who stood frozen, in a horny, thunderstruck haze. He looked up at Ty as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Let me help you.” He said, his resonant voice seeming to make Anwars already leaking hard cock harder. 

He just stood there, looking up at Ty, dazed as Ty removed his shirt. Benny approached now and went behind Anwar, pressing his iron hard cock into his ass, and his hard chest into his back. He reached into his pants. Anwar gasped as Benny gripped his dick.

“Nice and big.” Benny said into Anwar’s ear, nibbling on it as he began to stroke his huge hand across it. Anwar's entire body shuddered with pleasure as he stroked, and both men started kissing his neck from both sides giving him goosebumps. Their powerful bodies sandwiched Anwar, their long hard dicks pressing into his ass and own hairy cock now pulled out from his pants. To Anwar’s utter shock, it had become three inches longer and a whole lot thicker than the last time he saw it. It was huge, and pulsing, dribbling precum into Benny’s warm hand. 

Benny laughed. 

“God damn that’s a lot of cum…how’s it taste.” He let go of Anwar’s cock and put a finger into Ty’s  mouth. He sucked it with a thoughtful expression.

“Pretty good. What do you think?” Ty said to Anwar, and pressed his lips into his, pushing his tongue into Anwar’s mouth, allowing him to suck it. Benny pushed his face in, and the three men sucked and licked each other’s lips and tongues.

At this point Anwar had completely lost all sense of how crazy this was, He was fully lost in the fantasy he’d been dreaming about for so long.

 Anwar pulled away with a loud sloppy smack of his lips, and got on his knees between the men, their perfect cocks, both at least eight to nine inches, right in front of him. 

One in each hand, Anwar went to town, going back and forth, sucking one while jerking the other as the two men moaned and made out. Benny grabbed the back of Anwar’s head and started pushing it deep onto Ty’s thick veiny shaft. It hit Anwar’s throat then squeezed past, where it throbbed, the fat mushroom head leaking.

“Fuuuck.” Ty moaned, throwing his thick black hair back, and gripping Anwar’s head pushing more. To Anwar's surprise he didn’t gag, it slipped right in and he let Ty throat fuck him as he cursed and moaned loudly, thrusting his hips into Anwar's face. The monster squeezed in and out of his throat, little dribbles of hot cum leaking out with each push.

Meanwhile Benny was pulling Anwar’s pants down. Anwar stepped up so he could fully remove them, and let out a throat clogged yelp as a hard slap connected to his bare ass.

“God Damn that’s nice.’ Benny said, smacking it again and again. “Grab a hold of this.” He said to Ty who leaned forward, his donkey dick still lodged in Anwar’s throat, and palmed an ass cheek, squeezing it and shaking.

“How does that mouth feel?” Benny asked.

“Fucking amazing.” Ty said. Feeling high with lust, Anwar pulled away from Ty and turned to Benny. With both hands wrapped around his fat cock, he started pumping and sucking hard. Benny responded beautifully, falling back against the bar counter and gripping it, his thick pecs and biceps flexing.

“Shit!” Benny said, his eyes rolling for a second. “We got a hungry little fag slut on our hands don’t we?” 

“Who would have thought?” Ty said laughing.

As Benny sat back, letting Anwar suck him with abandon, Ty spread Anwar's ass cheeks apart and he felt his warm tongue press against his tight hole. Anwar's body bucked with pleasure as Ty’s tongue penetrated into it, massaging it inside, all the while smacking his cheeks hard. 

Anwar couldn’t suppress a loud groan, reaching back and pushing Ty’s head into his ass, then went deeper onto Benny’s enormous cock, practically gargling his head with his throat.

“This little sluts asking for it isn’t he?” Benny said.

“He’s not ready.” Ty responded, rising up from Anwar’s ass and placing his heavy dick on his back. Anwar removed himself from Benny’s cock.

“Fuck me!’ He said gasping, the heat rising in him. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Was it really a dream, because it all felt incredibly real. His entire body shivered with anticipation, his rock hard, now apparently eight inch cock throbbed, sending more waves of the shivers through him.

“Guess I was wrong.” Ty said with another laugh. Benny stepped away from the bar, and Anwar got on his hands and knees, arching his ass up.

“Fuck me.” Anwar said, almost demanding them.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Ty said.

Without hesitation, He plunged his cock straight in. All nine girthy inches of his beef stick filled Anwar's anal cavity, going straight to that little spot, making Anwar’s eyes cross.

A scream erupted out of Anwar, his entire body felt like it orgasmed at once. He started shaking, and Ty pulled out. Another powerful feeling rolled over Anwar causing him to feel light headed, his arms and legs trembling, and he fell to the ground.

He found himself being picked up, his torso held in Ty’s strong arms, and Benny holding Anwar's legs over in his big arms, lifting him fully off the ground. Benny thrust his monster powerfully into his hole.

“NNGGUUUUHHH!” Anwar cried as his prostate was pressed, activating something in his balls. deep and powerful, unlike anything he’d experienced. Before Anwar knew it, cum was gushing out of him faster than it ever had. his limp body was ragged as Benny pounded away, each thrust making the sticky substance surge through his shaft and squirt out, drenching his chest and stomach. 

The two men holding Anwar were now in a full heat. They laid Anwar on the ground, his legs still over Benny’s shoulder as he hammered in with loud ball slaps, his muscles reverberating with each slam, and grunting with each powerful thrust with a look of intense concentration on his face. 

“Pound his ass!” Ty cheered, jerking his own cock aggressively as they started making out again, sloppy and deep.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Anwar wailed in a high pitched voice. It was all he could do or say, as Benny destroyed his sore brown pussy for another minute. Then pulled out and handed him over to Ty, who bent him in two and jackhammered Anwar’s hole plank position.

“Oh - my - fucking - God - Yes - Fuck - Me!”  Anwar cried, between his hands, now cover his face as each wet smack of Ty’s thighs and balls against his ass. 

“Oh shit he’s coming again!” Ty declared. “Fuck it out of him.” He said, and handed Anwar back over to Benny, who continued destroying Anwar's spasming hole.

As another gush of what seemed like endless cum surged from Anwar’s balls out his member, Ty bent down, wrapped his big mouth around it, and started guzzling his jizz, using both hands and throat to milk it out. Benny drove his monster cock in deep and ground his hips in, massaging Anwar’s g-spot with his head. 

The feeling of pleasure was becoming too much to bare. Every nerve in his cock lit up. Anwar made a feeble attempt at pushing Ty off, but he was too strong. Ty sucked and sucked relentlessly. 

The orgasm was almost too much, and now something was happening to his ass. Powerful radiating surges erupted from it as Benny continued to pound, causing  Anwar's world to spin. His ass was cumming.

“I’m…gonna cum!” Benny roared, somehow speeding up the powerful thrusts. A rush of warmth burst into Anwar as Benny came straight into his ass, filling him up. Another hot, intense spasm erupted in Anwar's ass and dick at the same time. Next thing he knew, Ty was fucking him again, hard and with out mercy, the slick cum squirted in him along with ass cream becoming the perfect lube for his girthy cock. 

It should have all started to become painful, but somehow it didn’t,

 It felt unbelievable. Like he’d never stop orgasming, yet there was such a thing as too much of a good thing. 

Anwar was dizzy now, his voice horse, his cock sore from jizzing, and still sending pangs of powerful pleasure through him.

Benny’s cock was still as hard as a rock, and he was hitting Anwar in the face with it, cheering Ty on as he continued to pound Anwar silly, with no signs of stopping. 

“Take my load!” Ty cried out and like Benny, roared with pleasure as cum gushed into Anwar.

Anwar’s entire body tensed at once, his body racked with ecstasy. 

Too much ecstasy.

“UHHHH! I CAN’T!” He screamed

“Looks like you’re all done.” A voice said. 

Anwar, whose eyes were gripped shut, slowly opened them. He was still in the bar, but was back on the stool, holding the black business card tight in his fingers. The mystery man was back sitting across from him, smiling with a slight look of concern on his face.

Benny was gone, and a fully dressed Ty was on the other side of the bar, conversing with another patron. 

Echoes of the short, but insane sexual encounter still reverberated through Anwar’s body, but it was faint, and fading quickly away.

 Like a dream after waking. 

Anwar’s breath was coming hard, and he was damp with sweat.  He gawked at the man, unable to speak.

“I know…the first time is always extremely intense. Can get a bit out of control, but you seem to be okay. Looks like you got it out of your system.”

“Out…of my …system?”  Anwar said through gasps, his hands shaking.

“Yes. Now that all the pent up energy you had has been released, we can have a real talk.”

“Talk…?”Anwar gasped again. His nerves were fried, and it was true, Any thought of sex had been vanquished by the vision, fantasy, or whatever it was; Pounded out of him by the two dream power tops, Benny and Ty. “Did I…was that real?” Anwar said still glancing around trying to orient himself

The handsome man gave him a sly smile. “In a way, yes, but before we get into all that, let me introduce myself…Hello Anwar. My name is Anwar. 

I’m…you.”