Ron and Gary were royally pissed off. The day before I'd received a letter from a lawyer in Buffalo, NY stating that an elderly cousin whom I wasn't even aware of had died and I was the sole heir. After a phone conversation, I had no choice but to fly to Buffalo and spend a couple of weeks liquidating the estate.
This meant that Ron and Gary wouldn't have my throat and ass as their private 24/7 cum dump while I was away.
"Well, what the fuck are we supposed to do, sit at home and pull our puds?" Gary asked.
"Yeah, you can't just leave us high and dry!" Ron said. "You'd better come up with a cock whore who can take your place or you're not going!"
What neither of them knew is that I'd already started forming a plan to do just that. A couple of blocks down our street there was a little convenience mart that was run by a young Indian guy. We were each in and out of there on a daily basis and Ron and Gary had often joked about what a great ass he had and how they'd both like a chance to plow his hole. They flirted outrageously with him while in the store, telling him he was as pretty as a girl, what nice lips he had and that sort of thing and while he blushed and acted embarrassed, I'd noticed that he spent a lot of time with his eyes glued to the outlines of their usually half hard cocks. I had spent some time talking to him the week before and I'd found out a lot. Forced into an arranged marriage while still a teen, his parents had sent him and his bride to the US to live. He and his wife lived totally separate lives. He'd had a circle of friends who'd regularly plowed his ass back home but he hadn't been fucked once in the 5 years since he'd arrived.
"Back in half an hour." I said and hotfooted it down to the market.
Ravi, the Indian guy, was in the store alone as usual and he brightened up as soon as I walked through the door. .
"Your luck is about to change." I said.
I handed him a scrap of paper with our address and said, "Be there around seven, after you close the store. And be ready for some cock" I noticed the front of Ravi's pants were already forming into a tent.
It was blazing hot that evening and I'd sabotaged the air conditioner. Ron and Gary had eaten supper and now were lying around my living room, drinking beer and smoking weed. I was nude as usual and because of the heat, Ron was wearing only a pair of old tighty whities and his cock and balls kept falling out of the stretched out leg. Gary was in a dingy jockstrap and nothing else. They both gleamed with sweat like their muscular bodies had been oiled. The whole apartment smelled like a male whorehouse from the combination of beer, cigarettes, sweaty pits and crotch and the permanent aroma of hardcore fucking.
The doorbell rang and Ron said, "Who the fuck can that be?" as I hit the buzzer.
I waited until I heard Ravi outside the door and then as I opened it I said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I invited my friend Ravi over."
It was hard to tell who was more surprised. Ravi stood in the doorway, his eyes roaming over the boys' slick, almost nude bodies and Ron and Gary exchanged a glance and both started grinning at once. Ravi had on a loose t-shirt and a pair of old sweatpants and I could tell nothing was underneath them.
"Hey, it's our little buddy from the store!" Ron said, and I noticed he spread his legs so that his cock and balls fell out, again.
Gary was lying on his back on the couch and he raised one leg and draped it over the back, so that the pouch of his jock stretched tight against his cock and balls and his hairy ass crack was open to view. "Come on in and make yourself at home." he said.
Even if Ravi had tried, he probably couldn't have torn his eyes away from Ron's crotch and free flopping dick. But, he didn't try and I noticed Ron's cock starting to fill out and twitch. Ravi was starting to sweat and his cotton shirt was darkening.
I sat down on the sofa and Gary said to Ravi, "You look mighty hot. Why don't you take your shirt off and get comfortable? I'll even give you a hand."
He stood up and grabbed Ravi by the arm and spun him around. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and started pulling it over his head and I watched him rub the fully packed pouch of his jock against Ravi's bubble ass. When the shirt came off, Gary ran his hands down Ravi's torso and said, "Damn, I hope you're this smooth all over." Ravi had a tight muscular body without a hair on it, even under his arms. Gary's hands roamed over his sweating body then came to rest on his nipples and began to twist and pinch them. Ravi let out a low moan and leaned back against Gary's broad hairy chest, grinding his hips on the hard cock trying to invade his ass.
