I'm not a whore, I tell myself, I do it for my own pleasure, and I don't charge, so I can't be a whore. I don't think I'll ever stop having sex with Michael and Darren, the two guys in the posh house were good, I still went back online. I had a message from two brothers, Leroy and Devon, hot Afro Caribbeans with long, ebony penises. I know that it's an urban myth about Afros and big cocks, but in this case it was true, almost identical in every way. I knew that I had to have them. I replied to their invite, and received a reply almost immediately, inviting me to their cottage in a small hamlet a short drive away. Cleaned, PUMP! jockstrap on, and lubed, (in case they were not into rimming) I set off on Thursday evening, 7pm. They were as tall as me, one with a mop of curly black hair, the other buzzed short. They were both very muscular, wearing polos that had their sleeves ripped off to accommodate their bulging biceps, and cut off denims with the top button undone that were also bulging.
Inside, I watched in disbelief as the two brothers made out in front of my eyes, as if I wasn't there, kissing and undressing each other. I immediately sprang a boner. Their cut offs dropped to their ankles, both of them had loose boxers on, their long, thick, black cocks through the fly holes. Leroy knelt and gave his brother a blow job, almost deep throating him. Eventually, they turned to me, "Sorry, we got carried away, when there's no one else, we fuck one another, come here." We had a three way kiss and I was soon as naked as them. Leroy picked me up as if I were a feather and carried me to the bathroom. Laying me on the tiles, they proceeded to piss over me, mostly into my mouth. With my hair, face and body soaked, I lost my erection. They chucked me in the shower to rinse the piss off, dried me gently with a fluffy towel, then carried me through to the bedroom, With me in the middle, we kissed and our erections returned. I shuffled down the bed to give them both head. I had turned to blow Devon, Leroy's tongue probed my ring. I steadied myself, relaxed, and waited. Leroy's long trouser snake pushed on my hole and slipped inside. Had I not have had a cock in my mouth, I would have cried out. Pain quickly turned to pleasure. Long stokes, rubbing on my prostate, just the way I like it. I was turned round, Devon did the same, back again, on repeat. Time stood still as I was fucked remorselessly. I came hands free, still the shagging went on. The boys kissed and high-fived. After an eternity, Leroy nodded to his brother, who went faster and deeper, spraying my insides. Back to Leroy, sliding in on his brother's cum, he banged me until his cum joined Devon's in my ass, it made me cum for a second time.
I thought I'd be on my way, not a chance. Soon they were ready to go once more. This time I watched as Devon mounted his brother, fucking him like there was no tomorrow. I found myself masturbating in time to his thrusts, even though I thought my balls were empty. Leroy was jacking for all he was worth, and shot his load just before Devon seeded him. I managed to find a little more cum from somewhere. I drove home, semen soaking into my shorts, when will I learn to wear proper underwear when I know I'm gonna get fucked? Once home, I teased some cum out of my hole as usual, sniffing my fingers before eating their cream.
The weekend saw me once more with Michael and Darren, down the pub, me telling them about my meeting with Leroy and Devon. We were all getting excited, so we popped into the beer garden so that I could fellate them, stopping before they shot their loads. We finished our drinks and went home. We stripped, snogged and got into bed. Michael had me first. He had learned to control himself. a proper stud. We finished with me sat on him, he pulled out and sent his spunk up my spine. Darren was less professional, mounting me missionary and going for it. As he approached his orgasm, my right hand became a blur. I love exploding with a dick inside me. Darren thought it would be funny to unload over my face.
We went back to the pub, more beer, and back to Darren's. now unfit to drive, I stayed the night. Michael had to walk home. It was the first time that I had Darren to myself. Before bed, we showered together, even getting erections as we rubbed our bodies together. We slept cuddled up. In the morning, I knew that Darren would want to have his way with me. Without a douche bulb, I had to remove the shower head and douche myself that way, not a pretty site, but worth it. I crawled back into bed, while Darren went to use the bathroom. We had all morning to do as we wished, which in Darren's case, meant fucking me twice. He had me as soon as he was back in bed, doing me both doggy and missionary, (He must be learning from Michael), I refrained from touching myself, knowing that there would be a repeat performance later. Naked, toast and coffee. morning TV, and we cosied up on the sofa. By 11.00. he was hard again. I knelt on the carpet, giving him head. He hauled me up, kissed me once more, and I sat on his cock facing him, so that we could still kiss. He held my bum up and thrust into me. In this position it was impossible to get a hand on my knob, so I had to wait until he had bred me, He then laid me back on the carpet and wanked me with his head on my tummy, so I could fire straight into his mouth. Wonderful.
I drove home whistling to myself, thought of being fucked so many times in a week running through my head.
