Bruce

I don't think I had ever been out that late at night before, let alone been that used for that long, so I was exhausted and sore as Bruce helped me get ready to head home, although he did make sure I thanked everyone for helping to open me up.  They seemed to have had a great time, and I was worn out but happy that I had pleased at least Bruce, as we headed out to take a cab home.

The streets were pretty quiet, so it was easy stopping the first cab.  I may have been leaning on Bruce a bit much though, as the driver asked whether I was a bit too drunk as we started getting in.  Bruce seemed to be taking his time as he answered, as well as being a bit vague on his response, as he laughed and said there was no risk I would be throwing up in the car:  "He's had about as much as he might think he can take, but there's definitely not any risk he'll cause any problems for your cab."

The driver seemed as curious as anything, as he said he was about done for the evening.  Bruce jumped in on that one as well, again smiling as he said the driver probably wasn't as worn out as I might be, but did comment that it had been a long evening.  The driver's interest seemed piqued once again:  "If he was your date, I'd be tempted to guess that he's been a very busy guy tonight."

Bruce took every hint he found to go ahead, and confirmed that I was more than his date, as well as that the evening had been quite the adventure.  And before I knew it, even if I had thought I'd be too tired to stay awake even for the relatively short ride home, I was sitting there having Bruce go into every detail of the whole evening, with the driver seemingly more interested with every single passing detail.

The interplay between the two of them also seemed to take a strange turn, with both of them asking each other ever more personal questions as the conversation continued, with Bruce learning that Amir was a Pakistani immigrant, married with kids, and then out of nowhere proud of his endowment.  Bruce followed that one like a hound dog, as Amir started asking all sorts of questions about what it must be like having sex with a guy, about how taboo that was among Amir's religious friends, and then with Bruce starting to tempt him into trying it, even if just for the hell of it.

"Damn.  That thought almost has me horny, dude."  Bruce followed up with "You did say we're your last ride for the evening, no?  Why not make it a real ride, especially if you're as proud of your meat as you seem to be?"

I couldn't tell if I had fallen into a dream, or some kind of nightmare.  "We haven't even heard a word out of your boyfriend, dude.  What makes you think he's up to it?"  As Bruce immediately slid his finger into my already well-fucked and leaking ass:  "Trust me.  He'll do anything I tell him to do.  And willingly."

The ante went higher and higher:  "Maybe I should fuck the bitch right here in my car," with Bruce responding that it was his call entirely, although he was welcome to come on in and take his time, leaving it with "We're almost home.  Why not leave it up to God to see what he wants?"

And with that Amir turned the corner, and the fucking spot right in front of the apartment was totally open:  "So, Amir, how religious are you?  Is that a sign, or no?"

"Fucking hell.  It's like a divine order."  And he drove right into the spot, although saying he really couldn't stay too long since he did have a long day ahead of him as well.

So there we were, now both Bruce and Amir helping me out of the car, with Bruce pulling out the two fingers he had managed to slide into my wet ass as they talked. Then he actually showed his cum-covered fingers to Amir, telling him I really had been fucked a lot that evening already, as he then fed them to me, with me unable to not obey, and immediately seeing that that seemed to get Amir even more excited as he grabbed his crotch.

They both helped me in, but Bruce insisted that Amir watch as Bruce told me to strip.  Amir continued to be impressed, as Bruce then sat down on the edge of the bed with Amir and ordered me to kneel down and strip Amir down so I could give him a blowjob.

Amir was just a bit taller than Bruce, and about the same build.  They looked way more natural together than Bruce and I did, I thought, as I started opening up Amir's pants.  Amir was clearly more and more into it.

I unbuttoned Amir's jeans, then unbuttoned his fly, as Bruce said this might be more promising that Bruce had expected.  Amir laughed:  "Seems like someone may be getting their first acquaintance with a hung Muslim man."

I was shocked.  Amir was wearing no underwear.  His semi-hard dick had to have been more than 9" around, and was quickly growing to over 11" long.  Bruce pushed my head towards it, as I opened my mouth for his heavily leaking piss slit on his fat cut dickhead, which Bruce eased my head onto.

Amir quickly went rock-hard.  It was larger than anything that had been fucking me all night long, with Bruce commenting that Amir's wife must be a well-satisfied woman, with Amir replying that she usually just complained, as he quickly hardened, easily over a foot long.

Bruce smiled, and even kissed Amir on the cheek as he said "You really need to drive that beautiful dick all the way into Jeff's pussy," smiling as Amir agreed:  "You sure he's really going to be able to take it?"  Bruce simply said he guaranteed.  And they both smiled and laughed:  "Get him naked now, Jeff."

I stripped Amir, and Bruce helped make sure I was on my back as Amir started mounting me, his rock-hard dick now wet with my saliva, along with his constant precum.

"He might be worn out, but he will definitely take it all, Amir."  And Bruce helped spread my legs, and helped guide Amir in, almost as if they had been rehearsing the whole thing for some time already.

My hole was already puffy and swollen from the whole evening, but Bruce assured Amir that that should just make it feel warmer and tighter, as he helped Amir ease in at least two-thirds of his length.  Bruce smiled so broadly as he said "We're really gonna make this happen.  Now get your hands down here and help me spread your hole so the man can do his job."

I complied, and Amir worked his entire dick deep into my worn out hole.  "Now leave it there for a minute and rub your pubes against that puffy hole before you attack it."  And then Bruce coached Amir through the deepest fuck I thought I could ever imagine, with Amir cumming way too early to believe he hadn't done something like that before, exploding deep in my guts almost half a dozen times, smiling at Bruce and thanking him.  And then Bruce actually kissed Amir right on the lips:  "It's a great pussy man.  I would love to share it with you.  As often as you'd like."  Amir kissed him back:  "Don't offer more than you really want to give, man.  Remember, God delivered him to me."

Bruce laughed:  "You are one fucking hot man."  As Amir noticed the time and said he really should get home, slowly pulling out his half-soft dick, as Bruce insisted that he at least let me lick it off, with cum seemingly everywhere, from Amir as well as from the other guys earlier.

Bruce took care to feed it to me, and made sure I licked off every single drop.  "No need for the wife to be suspicious.  Especially given that you're hot enough to go without underwear.  I really must admit you've been way more than I imagined."  And with that they kissed yet again:  "I really can't tell you how happy I am to have met you, Bruce."

They traded numbers, Bruce assuring that Amir would always be welcome, any time of any day or night.  Amir again reminded him not to promise more than he could deliver, as Bruce said he wished he could figure out how to promise more.  

"Just don't be surprised if you hear from me soon, you hot man."  And then they kissed one more time as Amir finished dressing and headed out.