After a hard work out in the pool, James and I sat with beers at the Warren View Hotel. Our phones pinged simultaneously. The message came from Asraf. We were part of a three-way WhatsApp group where we regularly shared lewd banter and compromising photos.
Since our first meet up, the three of us played together and occasionally with one and other. Ashraf was a two-hole bottom whereas as James and myself often pleasured each other, switching roles and enjoying the sensations.
Oddly, we all worked out at the same pool, but Ashraf did not take up our invitation to train together, and we never saw him there despite his skin often tasting of chlorine. It was his message written on the white tiles that led us to meet those months ago.
"What did you think of Ashraf's arse?" I asked James after he gained his brown wings for the first time several months earlier.
"Sensational," James replied, his eyes lighting up, "I came so hard."
So true. After I dropped my load, Ashraf's gaping hole was leaking worse than a sieve. We scooped up the stream and fed it to him smearing his clean-shaven face with the noxious cocktail. As soon as we were done, Ashraf tended to take off. He was a man of action, there to be thoroughly used, and not into small talk after we blown our nuts.
"What's up guys?" Ashraf wrote in his message.
"Not much," I replied, "James and I are having a pint. Yourself?"
"Wanking," Ashraf replied sharing a live video of him stroking his length, "Wanting to be filled."
Unfortunately, Ashraf and I lived in shared accommodation which meant our places could not be used. James lived at home with his parents and so there were limited opportunities to play indoors. With spring transitioning to summer, the evenings were lighter which restricted our opportunities for outdoor action which frustrated us.
"It's a shame, he's such a bottom," Opined James after viewing the video several times, "I'd love to suck that cock."
"I hear that," I replied, growing uncomfortably hard in the well-patroned pub, "Still, its good to wank off while ploughing his dirtbox."
"Shit, that's a tight arse!"
"It is for someone that gets so much action."
James and I only enjoyed each other whereas Ashraf played far and wide, occasionally ditching planned dates together because he received a better offer. We accepted this erratic behaviour because it was worth it to completely dominate his holes, multiple times per session, when we did meet up.
"When do you think you'll get the house to yourself?" I asked James as the light started to fade.
"Not sure," He said continuing to stare at Ashraf's boner, "I'll let you know."
"You want to play?" I asked after draining my glass.
"Of course, I fucking want to play."
"It's still light," I observed, "And it's getting on."
"Blowies then?" Offered James, annoyed that the cloak of darkness fell later each evening.
If that was all that was offer then I was happy to accept. I wanted some anal action but there was no opportunity to indulge and James had to be home at a certain time.
After kissing and fondling each other until we were in an excited state, James unbuckled his jeans and I dropped to my knees facing the most beautifully erect cock that bounced before my eyes.
Taking hold of his quivering meat, I pulled the skin back and his head secreted a thick droplet of pre-cum. I drew him into my mouth and James let out an audible gasp of pleasure. I was a practised head giver now and could take James' full length down my throat without gagging.
After throating him, sucking on his balls and inserting two fingers inside his anus, James came hard, no doubt think about Ashraf and filling my belly with his hot sweet seed. After I smacked my lips off his rapidly waning cock, I stood up and we embraced and kissed passionately.
"Mm, I can taste my seed on your tongue," James said appreciatively.
"Was a good load," I admitted.
"And now, it's my time to return the favour."
I wanted James badly at the pool earlier but there were too many patrons to get away with any x-rated activity so I bade my time and thankfully Ashraf provided a convenient trigger for James to want to play.
Deflty, my jeans were pulled down to my ankles and he was on me with a ravenous appetite; throating me, wanking my shaft while poking his tongue inside my piss hole. He slathered my balls with copious amounts of saliva such that tendrils were dropping to the concrete floor of the emergency exit of the building we liked to play at.
James was a man possessed, but in a hurry. In order to meet his curfew, he worked extra hard on me, and within minutes he had spun me round so that my arsehole could be rimmed which guaranteed a speedy orgasm.
"Give it to me," James begged after I brought myself to a speedy climax.
I was on fire. While James titled his head back, opened his mouth wide to receive my precious gift, his special talent for bringing me off had me spraying my balls wildly over his hair, face and mouth. The pleasure was so intense that I lost consciousness for a millisecond as my balls overwhelmed James' ability to capture the bulk of my gift.
"Wow!" He exclaimed once I finally came down from mount climax, "What a load!"
