Life has always gone my way, at least until recently. I grew up the youngest grandson of a Saudi Arabian oil magnate. My parents emigrated to America and I grew up going back and forth between Saudi Arabia and New York. I moved to the city after college and have basically been living large since then.
Access to a weekly allowance, I could afford a nice one bedroom in Chelsea. I just turned 30 and have been living that playboy lifestyle—and looked good doing it. I was 5 foot 10, and built, dark hairy curls everywhere on my body but incredibly manicured facial hair. Pretty Arab boy features, thick brow but lighter eyes and pouty lips. Bone structure on point. Yeah I was living the playboy lifestyle—just not the kind of playboy my family assume I was.
Yeah I wasn't looking for my Arabian queen, I was gay. Totally fine with it, I was always a rebel, liked doing my own thing and not being tied down to tradition...i just had to be traditional enough that the bank deposits still came through. Gay was not ok back in the motherland, so it was better to keep it on the low. i was the only one in the city and rarely saw my family barring once a year.
I was a natural loner so the dl lifestyle kind of suited me. no gay friends, didnt go out much, but whatever i got to go to the nicest restaurants, sicks sporting events and live performances. i didnt feel like i was missing much...except occasionally i craved a hot ass.
I was a total top. no bottoming for me—just diving into some man ass and owning it like nobodys business. i was 6 inches and uncut, which while it wasnt super hung, gave the boys something to scream about because of how relentless a fucker i was. nonstop, relentess ass pounding. besides, they didnt seem to mind, they had plenty to hold onto, from my beefy hairy pecs to my sizable muscle booty with another give that it gave good jiggle if they gripped it as i was about to breed their hole.
Well...eventually i got bored. im a natural exhibitionist, so eventually i created an alt twitter under the handle @RafiqPounding (my real name is Tahir, but no way in fuck was i using my real name). Every week i posted a couple of videos (no face, but plenty of body and cock) of me railing whatever piece of ass i was in the mood for that week. i eventually grew a following and started getting fans. people flooding my dms to wanna hang out with me and get some of this dick. yeah, there were some haters who didnt think i had the dick size to back up my cocky attitude and hard fucking but whatever.
Anyways, a couple months in, i developed a casual recurring relationship with this beautiful brazilian bottom. His name was Rafa and he was a beefy pocket rocket with an absolutely juicy ass (tho i still had him beaten ). Sex was amazing and he knew just how to milk my cock as i slammed into him and fucked him viciously, degrading him with dirty talk, my arab accent getting even more pronounced as i built up to breed his hole.
Eventually he asked me if i wanted to gangbang me. he had two friends of his who were looking for a third to fuck Rafa's ass. They seemed hot and after seeing their pictures, all i can think about is seeing them fuck Rafa's amazing ass. Their names were Jamarcus and Javi. Both of them were giants 6'3 and 6'4 respectively—not just that, they both had thick, uncut cocks. Jamarcus was a thick nine inches with a gigantic head, Javi's started out pretty and plump but then got wider and wides the further you went down his ten inches of meat. Javi had a styled gel look, with brilliant tan skin and jet black hair—looking like a bad boy Mexican soap star. Meanwhile Jamarcus had warm chocolate brown skin, with cornrow and bright white teeth. He looked like a sexy thug minus the tattoos but double the flavor. Whereas Javi had a super cut lean muscular build, Jamarcus was big and round muscles practically bulging out of his skin.
"Sounds like fun," I told Rafa. "Let me know when, baby."
A week later, a date was set. Rafa gave me an address in Brooklyn he said was Jamarcus's and told me to arrive on Saturday night at 11pm. Worked out well for me, I worked out in the morning. spent all day out running errands until i caught a show on Broadway. I finally ate for the first time other than little snacks here and there after and then finally took the train downtown.
At first I was a little nervous and a little annoyed to be going to far downtown. This was like...Bushwick, not a really nice area and super far away. but whatever he was looking fresh and feeling recharged as he buzzed into the apt number Rafa gave him. He walked up three flights of stairs before knocking on the door, which Rafa opened, giving him a double kiss and walking him inside.
The apartment was nice, with lots of light and space and as he walked into the living area, he saw Jamarcus and Javi rise as they went to greet him.
"Yo wussup, Rafiq," Jamarcus said, pulling me in for a greeting. He using one hard to hug me, he used his other arm to briefly grab my ass, but it happened so fast and he was so much bigger than me, I decided to let it slide.
"Hola, baby," Javi said with a wink and a kiss on the cheek.
We all sat down and Jamarcus offered us all to use his bong. At first I was reluctant, having only smoked a couple of times before, but everyone else was doing it so I just went along with the flow.
We passed the bong around a few times as we got to know each other, and soon the room was filled with smoke. I know Rafa was a hot shot investment banker by day, but it was cool hearing more about the other two. Jamarcus was a barber, while Javi was a masseuse. When they asked me what I did, I told them whatever the fuck I wanted. They gave me confused looks so I thought i'd fill in the blanks.
"I got a trust fund. Family's got oil money." They both exchanged smirks and turned back to look at me.
"Yo, I was thinking, I got a hot tub outside on my balcony if y'all wanted to go out there and chill."
"I didn't bring a suit, man," I began, but he gave me a slightly condescending smirk.
"What do you think we're here to do homie. The only suit you need is your birthday suit." With that they all stood up, Jamarcus bring his newly repacked bong and walked outside, Rafa and Javi following suit. I brought up the rear and watched as everyone started getting undressed on the balcony. It was March so the air was still chilly and as Jamarcus opened up the cover of the hot tub, we all started undressing quicker so we could get out of the cold and back into some heat.
Javi and Rafa were the first ones in. I was used to seeing Rafa's stacked booty bounce, but it was nice to see every ab Javi had to offer. I was next, and as I got into the hot tub, I saw Javi strike a bemused expression while his eyes were fixed on my package.
As I slowly lowered myself in I heard Jamarcus's deep gravelly voice behind me.
"Damn son, that is one fat ass, Rafiq."
"Yeah," I bragged, "They all like having something to grab onto as I rail them. Right, Rafa?"
"I bet." I turned around and saw Jamarcus in all his glory, thick uncut ebony cock hanging low as he walked towards the hot tub, handing Javi the bong before stepping in himself.
We started passing the bong around again, this time chasing it with some whiskey highballs Rafa had made earlier and I started to feel good.
I was drunk, high, and a little dehydrated, so I was slowly getting looser and looser. And to make things better, Javi was right next to me giving me a little shoulder rub. He had some serious skills, I was thinking of hiring him for real.
Underneath the small talk and the hip hop beats coming out of Jamarcus's speakers was the low hum of sexual tension. I could feel all of us start to get slowly closer, everyone slowly sliding into Rafa. I was hoping I could fuck that ass first, because if I didn't, I wasn't sure if I would be able to feel anything following these guys. The tension broke when a beep went off on Rafa's Apple watch.
"Gotta get this, work shit, lo siento," Rafa said, jumping out of the pool and grabbing his clothes on the ground as he ran to get his phone. A silence fell outside. I pouted a bit, I was really horny.
"I hope he gets back soon," I said.
"What's the rush, baby," Javi asked. "I don't got anywhere to be."
"Yeah, me and Javi go back some, but you're good people, man, you can stay as long as you want," Jamarcus drawled.
"How do you two know each other," I asked.
Javi smirked. "Fucking, baby."
Jamarcus elaborated. "We both live nearby. Both alpha studs. Both got massive cocks. Sometimes you're in the mood to chase pussy with a partner. So i guess you could say he's my partner in crime. Or he has been...a lot."
