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Sitting by the window at The Warren View and staring at the traffic, my mind drifted back to my last threesome with James and Ashraf. It was Friday evening, two nights earlier, I arrived home in a high state of anticipation. I received a message from Ashraf earlier in the week asking whether James and I wanted to catch up. He had the night to himself and was able to host. James readily agreed when I asked him.
When I got home, I retrieved a brand new bottle of anal lubrication with the label that James preferred because it had a pleasing flavour, and he liked to ATM during anal . I showered, shaved, and groomed before deodorizing and applying a liberal dose of eau de toilette. dressing smartly, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, jumped on a bus, and made the short trip to Ashraf’s house.
After knocking on the door, I was greeted with impeccable politeness and was invited across the threshold. Ashraf was similarly dressed with a pleasing musky aroma. His black beard was neatly trimmed and his brown eyes twinkled in the soft light of the lounge room. He took my bottle and came back with his and three glasses.
Sitting on the couch, we chatted and sipped on wine while waiting for James, who had earlier messaged that he was running late.
“How’s it going with James?” Ashraf asked with his usual good grace.
“Really well, ” I smiled while blushing, “We catch up regularly.”
“I can see that,” Ashraf nodded toward my improved physique, “He’s been good for you.”
“In more ways than one,” I acknowledged, honestly, “He’s a good influence.”
“Any more kinky stuff?”
I nodded and blushed, but went on to explain how James was a latent crossdresser. It started when James had waxed his legs and crotch before dressing up in his mother’s lingerie and makeup. For additional flourish, I admitted how much this new kink had excited me, which resulted in several stunning orgasms. I purposefully omitted the fact that I let James fuck me because I felt that submission was an intimate moment between James and me. Ashraf did not know that James and I were a versatile (and exclusive) couple.
“You in love?”
Initially, the question took me aback because I never really analysed my feelings. Perhaps I did because I harboured an intense feeling of deep affection for James and thought about him constantly. However, James and I never discussed anything so deeply. Our relationship, if you could call it that, was strictly rooted in the realms of kink and mutual ual pleasure.
“We don’t talk about that stuff, to be fair,” I answered, “How’s it going with your man?”
“Good, but I don’t get to see him as much as I’d like.”
Ashraf was married with a family, whose wife, after birthing three children, had seemingly lost interest in . This was convenient timing because Ashraf had discovered a love for manonman action and had discretely indulged when the occasion allowed. He was in his mid to late forties, a decade senior to me, but in fine fettle. With a hairy but toned physique, a ramrod straight cock, firm balls and a welcoming arse, Ashraf was a fine fucker indeed. Our threesomes were rare affairs, but their intensity compensated. Both James and I were comfortable with the cadence of these catchups because we preferred to play together, alone, where the intimacy was maximised. By contrast, these threesomes were simply porno shoots.
“Ah, the last element has arrived,” Said Ashraf, rising from the couch and proceeding to the door.
James, his youthful good looks enhanced by a fresh facial shave, walked inside. I stood and hugged him after he shook Ashraf’s outstretched hand.
“Good to see you again,” We both said.
Ashraf handed James a glass of wine, which he downed in one swallow.
“Nervous?” Ashraf asked politely before refilling his glass.
“Not for this,” James replied, his cheeks reddening, “Something at home.”
I received a worrying glance from James’ before he forced a change of countenance. He would tell me later what was on his mind. Hopefully, it was not serious.
After imbibing, quality conversation and lots of laughter, we got down to the serious business of ual gratification. Being naturally submissive, James surrendered to our lips, tongues, fingers and cocks.
What made this threesome unique was that James took both our cock in his shitter simultaneously and in multiple positions. The best action occurred when Ashraf and I lay on the couch, our cocks pointing to the ceiling. Grabbing our cocks by their bases, James lubed up his buggered hole and lowered his young, taut body down to the two raging cock heads. At first, James struggled to accommodate both cocks, but his determination was absolute.
As our cocks stretched his young Oring, he screamed out in pain but then quieted as the lube eased his irritation. Soon, James eagerly accepted two foreign intrusions and he bounded up and down on our tightly constricted cocks with reckless abandon. His hard cock oscillated with his riding technique.
The three of us were sweating copiously as James rode us hard. The unique memory to me was feeling James’ bung twitch against our cocks, and that Ashraf’s member spasmed against mine as he seemingly pumped sperm deep inside James’ arse. Ashraf’s cock never deflated, however, as James bounced up and down.
Suddenly, and without much physical stimulation, James began coming hard. His jizz arced into the air and fell on the carpet. He screamed in pleasure as his cock coughed up filthy yoghurt, the jerking cock waving in the air.
It was too much for me, and I announced my incoming orgasm. As James’ had already been creampied by Ashraf, he leapt off us, rolled onto the carpet and begged me to come on his face. As an added inducement, he placed two fingers in his mouth and pulled his lips apart in a grotesque display of sluttiness.
My orgasm was incredibly powerful, unleashing ropes of boiling sperm that splattered across James’ beautiful face before the last rounds landed, belatedly, on his tongue, which he greedily swallowed. My flaccid cock was lovingly nuzzled by a grateful James who seemed exhausted and promptly collapsed on the rug in front of the couch.
“Oh, dear,” Said Ashraf, as polite as always, “We need to clean up this mess.”
The couch was covered in lubricant and other bodily fluid, but the real telling issue was James’ leaking anus on the carpet, spilling Ashraf’s generous loads.
Not feeling any motivation to clean up, the task was necessary. All naked, the three of us completed the task without much enthusiasm. All I could think of was collapsing on my bed and disappearing into a dream.
Nevertheless, we completed this unwelcome task before Ashraf invited us to his spa. The warm water and bubbles reinvigorated the three of us quickly.
“How’s your arse?” I asked James.
“Sore,” James smiled, “Worth it, though. Can’t believe I took both cock back there.”
” amazing,” I wondered.
“Yes,” Agreed Ashraf, “You are very talented.”
“There’s nothing left in the tank, though.” Acknowledged James, who seemed at the end of his endurance.
I laid back and closed my eyes as my cock gathered strength. There was at least one more round left in me, but I was not going to ask anything of Asraf. I had not long to wait for his response.
“I could go one more round.”
Raising my body from the spa and sitting against the edge, my hard cock twitching between my legs, I invited, silently, Ashraf to indulge. He scooted over and took my cock in his generous mouth. James stood up, leaned in and kissed me. His limp cock was hanging between his hairless thighs.
James’ passionate kissing and Ashraf’s expert oral had me hard and ready to go in no time. Ashraf seemed to read the signs of my body, he kneeled up, turned around and presented his hairy butt to me.
“Please fuck me,” He begged, “And come inside me.”
James assumed the role of ‘fluffer’. He pulled Ashraf’s mocha butt cheeks apart and spat copious amounts of saliva onto the dirty hole, using a finger to massage it across the Oring.
“You ready?” I asked, barely able to control myself.
Ashraf grunted his assent and I pressed the cock against his backdoor. There was little resistance his he swore in Hindi when I breached his defences. Shit, Ashraf was tight but after several moments, I felt his sphincter relax and that was my signal.
As I pumped Ashraf’s shitter, James was kissing us, teaking our nipples and jerking Ashraf’s cock.
“Shit,” Ashraf hissed in a rare break from protocol as his cock unloaded into the bubbling cauldron of spa water.
As Ashraf peaked, his bung gripped my cock in a tight grip causing me to unload heavily into his arse. I slammed into his violently and unleashed my final load for the evening.
“Give me his load,” James begged of Ashraf once I withdrew my flattening cock.
Ashraf rose slightly while James scooted underneath. There was a short farting sound before James moaned in delight as my seed fell from Ashraf’s buggered anus. James swallowed immediately, not wanting to put on a slutty display. Next, he took my flaccid cock in his mouth and gently suckled my length.
The three of us collapsed back into the water for several minutes and let the bubbles relax. There was nothing left in the tank for me or James. With Ashraf, he seemed to want us to go with some urgency.
It was, after all, after 11 PM, and as James and I said goodbye and walked towards the bus stop, we noticed the car of Ashraf’s regular fuckbuddy round the corner and proceeded slowly up the street towards Ashraf’s house. We chuckled together at the apparent ruse.
“How was that?” I asked James as we sat together on the bus heading back towards Marrickville.
“Enjoyable,” James said tentatively, “But I don’t want to do it again.”
“Fair enough,” I replied, “You fancy a nightcap?”
“Sure.”
James seemed disappointed, but I did not want to confront him about what was on his mind.
“I felt like I was used,” James said after taking a big gulp of beer, “Not by you but by the situation.”
“You thought you had to perform?”
“Something like that,” James said, not sure of his emotions, “I did not like seeing you fuck Ashraf.”
“To be honest, he has nothing on you.”
“Let’s not do any more threesomes with Ashraf,” James implored, “In fact, no further threesomes at all.”
“I’m happy with that.”
James seemed to lighten up.
“We have a problem, though,” He said, “And that problem is that my older sister knows what we did at the house a couple of weeks ago.”
He handed me his phone, which showed many messages exchanged between the siblings. It was all cryptic stuff, but the intention, if there was one, appealed to blackmail or, as my filthy mind drifted towards, a threesome of a very different nature.
After James’ DP, I sat drinking my beer at The Warren View with a cock that was growing in hardness. Replaying the events of that Friday night combined with a new thought. If James could take two cocks in his arse, how much space was there? The sister and her game would wait.
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