When two Arab guys used me as their toy_(2) by andreas_ha

I’m going to share a true story that I never thought I would ever write.It was an ordinary Friday night out in Brussels. I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The premises were rather trendy; the crowd was young, cute and looked smart. People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact.

The curse of being young: the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance, youth and sexy looks. It seems this is often the case in young, trendy gay bars. Surely a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions.
We drank quite a lot. The few older guys who were present were more direct, almost staring you down with eyes emitting lust for some fun just for the night. I and my friends were not after these older guys. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, moving moderately to the heavy beats of the music.

Around five o’clock in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where mainstream pop music was mixed up with interludes of drag show performances.

This very small bar was always fully packed and it was hard for anyone to really move around, the toilet queue was awfully long and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree.

We therefore split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was on classy club music, a nice and efficient bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys.
My choice was therefore a club called the Box. It had an open atmosphere, two dance floors: one for club music downstairs and r’n’b/pop upstairs. It contained two bars and a dark room at the top. The dark room was a place I didn’t’ use to go to. I had paid a visit once out of curiosity. That time it didn’t take long until I felt a stranger’s hand on my ass. I remembered I kind of froze not knowing what to do. The hand moved up to my belt and went down inside my jeans and suddenly I felt a finger playing around my hole. The finger pressed itself into my hole; I felt excitement but I was not ready to be fucked like that by some unknown guy in the dark, so I pulled the hand out and left for the exit. On the way out hands touched me both on the back and on my bulb under the jeans. One part of me wanted to stay but the other was too unsecure.

That was then. This late evening I came into the club around five in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight it was not a lot of people left. Maybe ten in total. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already.

After a while two guys came up and sat next to me. They looked to be around my age, around 20. They were the same height but more muscly than me and they were not blond with blue eyes like me but had darker hair and brown eyes. They probably had Arab origins. Both of them looked really good. Their fit, defined bodies were visible under tight T-shirts and jeans. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Brussels. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly and I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet.

I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before and was a little bit prude when in bars and in public. I was not the kind of guy who was making out just like that. Too bad there wasn’t just one of them, which would have made things a little bit easier.

When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Whom of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass”. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed.

“So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot, oriental, muscly body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place; I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well, I don’t know about that; I’m not a great fan of dark rooms” I hesitated. “You don’t know who is there and it’s not very comfortable”. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want to have some a little bit of fun” he insisted. “It’ s just a quick one; I’d love to have your little cute mouth around my dick and in return I’ll give you a blowjob you’ll really enjoy. Wouldn’t that be nice?” He put his hand over his package as to convince me. I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. OMG, he has a big cock, I thought to myself.
It was watering in my mouth by the mere thought of tasting his thick Arab cock; I could feel mine was growing to.

He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans made my inhibitions for action in a public club be defeated. “You’re hard and horny” he said, “so let’s go up”. He took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room.

Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. Gosh it was nice having his lips around my cock and at the same time feel him finger-pulling me from behind.

We would only exchange blowjobs, he had told me. Is he now trying to prepare me to be fucked after all? Typically Arab men telling you one thing while having other intentions. These were only thoughts in my mind, but I couldn’t protest since it felt too good. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues.
Then he put the fingers he had used in my ass into my mouth. “You like the taste of your tight, bubble butt hole in your mouth?” he whispered and had me suck on them for a while before he pushed my head down to his large penis. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge.
He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking.
He ordered me to lift my ass up so that he could finger-pull me while I was sucking him. I did was I was told.

Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room.
Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? Of course, they must have planned this from the start.

The newcomer immediately took over my ass and started to penetrate it with his fingers. He seemed very excited and was quite intense in his movements. I almost lost my balance, which was anyway not the best since I had a considerable amount of alcohol in my body. I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to give it all a pause. The guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away.

Suddenly I felt the guy behind me start pressing his big cock into my anus. Although I was under the influence of the booze, the pain of the thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass seemingly without any lube made me feel completely sober again. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I said trying resolutely to sound calm not to give the impression I was trying to escape. “No need for that cutie; I like fucking tight asses like yours without condom or lube. It feels much more natural and so much tighter and nicer, don’t you think?” “But, I just…” He silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth.
An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. My ass was almost to explode and I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body; the pain came out on the other side through my mouth groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up.