I started today wanting to strangle my brother Jimmy. I ended it wanting to kiss him! Not in a pervy incest way. But basically I let him use my car yesterday to go and get his kids from their bitch of a mother. She’d had a meltdown over her new boyfriend and called my brother begging him to take them for the day. I was stuck at home waiting for a delivery so I thought it couldn’t do any harm to be all ‘good deedy’ and let him take them out in the car. Little did I realise he was taking them via a McDonalds drive thru and he was going to return my pride and joy absolutely covered in ketchup, mustard, a milkshake that had clearly been used in a fight, and what looked like ground-up chicken nuggets. He just did that thing that entitled straight parents do. Rolled his eyes, said ‘kids ey’, threw me twenty quid towards getting it cleaned and I was left with an absolute pig sty on wheels.
Passing Tugmore Terrace I noticed the new Turkish car wash that had opened at the top of the road. I was so annoyed that I couldn’t stand the thought of even driving another ten minutes to the big Tesco up the road where they charged over the odds. A sign emblazoned over the entrance promised a ‘DEEP CLEAN!’ But looking at the state of the place I wondered how accurate that could be. Situated in a converted garage, the car wash was a damp, cavernous hole with leaking hoses lying around, another car left unattended and no sign of life! There was a booth at the back where the workers were clearly supposed to be stationed – but I couldn’t see a soul. Climbing out of the car, I called for attention, in no mood to be fucked about.
That’s when I saw movement in the booth. A lithe, slim, dark-eyed Turkish lad, who I soon found out was called Adi, stepped up into view, followed by a slightly older, hairier guy, who I’m gonna call daddy. Daddy was wiping his mouth and laughing. I’d have assumed they’d been busy snacking on their lunch but something told me different. Something that made my dick twitch in my trousers.
I’m a horn dog, no two ways about it. I broke up with my muesli-eating dull as fuck boyfriend Kev a few months ago and ever since I’ve been trying to live out every frustrated fantasy I’ve ever had. Unfortunately, I’ve discovered real life is not a porn video, but it doesn’t stop me being on the lookout for opportunities. As Adi approached, in a dirty white vest that showed off his sculpted arms and slightly hairy tight body, he wore a beaming smile.
“Sorry mate,” he said in broken English. “You want valet?”
“Yeah I’m afraid it’s a bit of a mess,” I replied. “Not my fault!”
He laughed, looking into the car. “Your kids went wild!”
“Oh they’re not mine!” I replied like a shot. “I’m gay!”
The minute the words came out of my mouth I wanted to cringe myself inside out. He smirked, looking to approaching Daddy. Whilst he wasn’t looking in my direction I cast a glance down at his dirty jeans and noticed a prominent bulge sloping up in the direction of his right hip. I can smell a stiffy a mile off.
“Sorry I… anyway how much for the lot?”
“Twenty,” Adi replied. “You go, we do it.”
“Oh I… I don’t mind staying,” I said, my eyes falling across Daddy’s barrel chest and belly to the bulge in his blue joggers, sloping up to his right hip. I realised the position of their hard dicks side by side almost formed a perfect triangle. They just needed me to complete the shape.
The Daddy spoke to Adi in Turkish, and Adi responded likewise. Whatever they said to each other caused a sneaky grin on both their faces… and I’m pretty sure Daddy’s bulge twitched. Could they be talking about me? Did I actually interrupt something? I told myself to get a grip.
Remember: real life – not porn.
“OK,” Adi said. “You sit.”
He gestured towards a battered old sofa sat to the right of the car, obscured from the main entrance and conveniently placed next to an oil heater. I headed over, all polite awkward smiles as I wondered what the hell I was going to do to stop myself perving over these hotties as they cleaned my car. That is so many kinds of wrong! I had terms like ‘white privilege’ spinning round my head as major guilt kicked in. But my knob couldn’t not twitch at the sight of two hot guys getting all sweaty and dirty together – especially if there was a very real possibility that they’d been getting it on five minutes ago. I parked myself, got my phone out and decided to flick through socials.
Watching both Adi and Daddy glance in my direction I felt a wave of self-consciousness that prompted me to check I didn’t look an absolute fright. Switching my camera to selfie mode I gave myself the once over. Messy dark hair – check. Eyes free of circles – check. Sculpted facial hair, nose ring, cheeky smile – check. Actually I was looking pretty good!
I kept Grindr switched off – that’s one addiction that’s paying dividends in headaches and trips to the STI clinic and not much else. Determined to keep things innocent I scrolled through my WhatsApp to text a friend but as I did, my fuck bud Paul fired a message through with a link to Twitter. Absent-mindedly and out of habit I hit the link and suddenly a video opened on my phone – volume on full.
In the video, a twink was being railed by two policemen in a prison cell. They were banging him hard and he was wailing, screaming “Fuck me hard!”
The sound echoed around the garage and I froze on the spot, quickly switching the video off before looking up from my screen to see both Adi and Daddy looking right at me, knowing smirks on their faces.
“Sorry,” I laughed.
“Is OK,” Daddy grunted with a wink.
The wink he gave me inflated my dick more than the hardcore porn my screen had flooded me with. I smiled back at him before looking back at my phone to tell my mate he should have given me some warning! But I couldn’t be too mad at him. Whatever seeds I’d scattered with my embarrassing “I’m gay” comment had just been well and truly watered with that filthy soundbite. I looked up from my phone to see Adi was bent over scrubbing the back seat of my car with his tight arse in the air, whilst Daddy was vacuuming the driver’s seat. My eyes were glued to the juicy, denim-clad rump poking out of the back of my car, until I glanced up and saw Daddy was watching me with a smirk.
“Adi,” Daddy said, then spoke in Turkish.
Adi stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked me in the eyes before smirking and going back to his cleaning, gyrating that arse in the air as he did it. Was he seriously putting on a show for me? I felt my heartrate rise and the adrenaline pump as I decided to test the situation. I reached down to my crotch and gave it a brief squeeze, before going back to my phone. I kept my eyes on my screen for a good ten seconds before I looked back up and saw Daddy, his eyes on me, reach down and squeeze his own crotch in response. He looked over at Adi’s arse and licked his lips. My cock swelled in my trousers – was this really happening?! I squeezed my crotch again. This time I was brave enough to hold his gaze and watched as he squeezed his cock slower. Now I saw the full length of it – it had to be nine inches and fat too. My mouth was literally watering. My own eight inches of uncut meat was stretching in my shorts and I knew he’d be able to see it clearly.
“Adi,” Daddy said, then I couldn’t understand a word but knew something was happening.
Adi started to laugh, shaking that arse again and pushing it further into the air. Daddy came around from the front of the car until he was stood beside Adi, cleaning the frame of the car door. He pushed his bulging crotch towards Adi’s tight arse, eyes on mine as he thrusted with a wink. He was teasing fuck out of me and I absolutely loved it. He reached out and laid a hand on the small of Adi’s back, gently pushing until Adi arched more and pushed that butt up and out. Then with his other hand he started to rub Adi’s arse, his eyes on me as I started to grope my crotch. The blood pumped hard and my heart raced. How was this happening?!
“Adi,” Daddy mumbled, then followed it up in Turkish.
Adi slowly reached down under his stomach and from the sounds of metal clinking I realised he was loosening his belt. Daddy gripped the waist of his jeans and started to slowly pull them down, revealing something I absolutely wasn’t expecting. Under Adi’s jeans he wore a white thong, two hairy brown cheeks perfectly displayed with a thin line of white cotton nestled in his hirsute trench. I’ve never been much of a ‘thong’ man, preferring a jockstrap or some nice tight Andrew Christians. But the contrast of dirty every day work gear and something so flimsy and naughty worked wonders on the churning in my nut sack. Daddy stroked the cheeks like they were his trophies, his eyes meeting mine.
"You like my boy?"
"Yes!" I snapped back before realising I'd responded.
"You like him? My son?"
His words made my heart race. Surely I'd heard wrong. Lost in translation. Language barrier. It couldn't be...
"Your son?"
"Yes. My son. You like?"
I thought my balls might just give up their load there and then. I just nodded, a breath caught in the back of my throat.
Daddy wore the filthiest smirk I've ever seen, then reached a finger into the crack and gently pulled the string out, running his fingers up and down the cotton before tucking it back in. He then gripped it and yanked it high, giving Adi a wedgie and making him moan in pleasure.
Then Daddy spoke in broken English. He looked me in the eye and said, “Eat.”
I was dumbfounded. “What?”
“Eat,” Daddy repeated. “Rim. Rim my son's arse.”
“But…”
I guffawed, my face flushed with a mixture of sheer embarrassment and pure excitement. “But the door, the street!”
“Nobody see. You want? Or no.”
He reached down and prised Adi’s cheeks apart. Even from where I was sitting I could see his musky brown hole was clinging to the tiny G-string of the thong. It felt so wrong. This man was playing with, and presenting, his own son's arsehole to me. But whatever moral judgement I had was overpowered by pure animal lust. I had to taste it if it was the last thing I did!
Overcome, I swept in and fell to my knees. My face was inches from Adi’s hairy arse and I could smell a day’s labour emanating from between the cheeks and under the balls. I edged forward, rubbing my nose up and down the hairy crevice, a heady swirl of stink intoxicating me. I puckered up and kissed his cheeks, hearing him sigh with delight as I teased him like they’d teased me. I kissed all the way down to the gooch where his heavy hairy dark balls were ensconced in the thong. Slowly my tongue emerged, slobbering down my chin as I dragged it sloppily from the pouch up the crack and into the cotton-covered hole. He had a spice about him, a rich earthy flavour and scent that made me want to push my entire face in. Luckily Daddy was on the same page and gripped my head, pushing me nose first into his boy’s ripe snatch.
Adi ground back, rubbing his trench up and down my face to leave his scent. Then after what seemed an eternity of teasing myself I pulled the thong to the side and feasted my eyes on his hole. Deep pink winked amongst a forest of matted dark hair, already wet from what I’d interrupted earlier. I dove in, and as my tongue breached his sweaty barrier I tasted something familiar in there. His father had cum inside him. I groaned out loud and Daddy knew what I’d found, nodding and laughing before unleashing a ten inch fat tool from his blue joggers. It flopped, greasy and proud, on my face and I could smell the unmistakeable scent of primal butt fucking all over it. He’d been balls deep in his own son's guts today, and I followed my tongue as it dragged me on to the length. I sucked hungrily and noisily, nodding and moaning my approval as they laughed and exchanged words which my ears didn’t understand but the throbbing in my pants totally got.
“Fuck,” Daddy said to me. "You really love how my son tastes."
I nodded as I throated his glazed fat cock, and unleashed my own throbber so it dripped on the floor beneath me. Daddy growled when he saw my length, grabbed my hand and pulled me to stand up. Hearing what was going on, Adi clearly knew the drill. He suddenly backed out of the car and fell to his knees, engulfing my bell end in his cute mouth like a hungry pig. It was the first time I’d seen that pretty face in his role as a whore. Something had transformed. His eyes had a longing, a hunger, and his mouth curled into the dirtiest yet most innocent smile as he worshipped my oozing cock. His skills were second to none, a busy tongue swirling around my head as he pulled me closer to swallow my entire length. I ran my fingers through his hair, cooing “Good boy” as he nursed on my babymaker. The more I said it, the faster and hungrier he sucked. Then Daddy edged in and pushed his cock on top of mine so Adi could alternate. He sucked loud and sloppy, pools of saliva forming between his knees as his mouth took the onslaught of two big dicks together. Daddy winked at me like we were both in on some dirty secret together – and glancing over the car to see the door to the street wide open, I guess we were.
Right on the other side of that door was Tugmore Terrace, a normal suburban road where normal people lived and nothing this filthy was even suspected, never mind going on! As Adi worshipped my balls, Daddy tapped him on the shoulder and nodded. Adi nodded back and leaned over the bonnet of my car. Daddy yanked his jeans free and threw them aside so he could spread those hairy legs. His dirty white socks remained on his feet as he cocked his right foot up on the bonnet and pushed his hairy arse out to receive our dicks. Daddy started to kiss him, sloppy, slow, passionate, and I fell to my knees to eat that cunt a little more. The thong pulled to the side, I dove in to suck out more of that load, sliding a finger in to his snug but open chute to scoop out more of that sweet nectar.
Daddy reached into his pocket and pulled out a sachet of lube, which he smeared all over his fat tool before throwing the remainder to me. I followed suit, greasing up my own cock before hoisting myself back up to stand behind Adi. I had to duck down a little to line my oozing pulsating beast up with his winking gape, and then I gently started to push the tip in. He moaned, biting his lip and backing slowly on to my cock. His sweet cunt sucked me better than any mouth ever had, drawing me deep into his anal cave.
“Fuckkkk,” I sighed as he started to gyrate on me.
Daddy stopped us, a dirty look in his eyes as an idea occurred to him. Pulling his grey boxers free of his ankles, he threw them down on the bonnet of my car. He pushed Adi to one side and hoisted himself up on the bonnet beside his discarded underwear. Any other time I’d be worried about the paint-work but I was turning feral. As Daddy laid back, that huge tool pointing skyward, Adi climbed up to straddle him and lined his hole up with the massive greased dong. He turned to me.
“Two of you. Now.”
“Fuck, mate, yes!”
I felt like I’d won big on a scratch card. I didn’t need convincing to DP one of the hottest guys I’d seen in a long time - with his own dad! I rubbed my bell end against Daddy’s, making us both moan in unison, before Adi lowered himself back down on our jutting cocks. Slowly but surely his tight hairy ring stretched around our buzzing pulsating logs. He cried out in pain and pleasure as he rocked himself back, deeper and deeper, and Daddy suddenly grabbed his hips and took control. He forced Adi back until our cocks were buried deep in his fuck hole. As he started to thrust, I did the same. The hot tightness of that throbbing flesh locked to mine, our juices mingling with the lube, Adi’s hole bubbling with the earlier load, made for an intense, sticky, noisy, squelchy swamp of filth. Adi’s back trickled with sweat as I yanked his vest up, licking every inch of him I could find as I fucked him slow and steady.
But Daddy wasn’t a slow and steady kinda guy and I found this out to my delight as he started to thrust hard and fast, his own tool sending my cock into ecstasy as the trench between Adi’s cheeks got wider and wetter. Daddy thrust harder, faster, rearranging his boy’s guts. Adi’s moans turned to screams of intense pleasure, at which point Daddy reached down to his own discarded dirty grey boxers. He scooped them up and shoved them in Adi’s face. It made me wonder just how many times they'd done this - how often this father and son had indulged in this feral pervy filthy fucking right out in the open. As Adi rode our cocks he inhaled the hypnotic stink that had been building in those boxers all day… maybe even longer. Then with a wicked snigger, Daddy pushed the underwear into Adi’s mouth. Adi groaned through the cotton, lost in the filth. Daddy took it to the next level when he stuffed his undies right down Adi’s throat, gagging him and muffling his loud cries before going even harder.
"My son can take it deep and hard - he's had years of experience!" he grunted, which only made me pick up my pace and pound it like it was wet hot pulp.
I had one eye on the entrance, hoping nobody came in – unless it was a hot guy of course. But nobody did – and we fucked Adi senseless for what felt like an hour. He couldn’t get enough inside him, reaching back to pull me closer, letting me tongue his neck, his ears, letting me yank him back by the hair so I could lean over and share Daddy’s musky undies with him. Then I pulled them out of Adi’s mouth and spat in it, before leaning down and lapping at his tongue with my own.
Daddy reached up and pulled me in from behind Adi so our bodies ground sweaty in a heaving mass. Thighs slapped, sticky skin mingled and a roving-tongued, messy three-way kiss sent me over the edge. My balls tensed and fired gallons of sperm deep into Adi’s insides, setting off a chain reaction that brought out a second load from Daddy. Hearing his father moan and feeling him unload the cock that made him right inside his used hole made Adi sit back and stroke his own impressive tool until it blew blobs of batter all over Daddy’s barrel chest.
The air was thick with the stink of our fucking, Adi’s hole leaking juices all over my car as I pulled out of him. He leaned forward and pushed to release what looked like litres of spunk from his ruined hole. Then he slid down to his knees and gave Daddy one last suck for good measure. He leaned over and sucked me too, laughing as he told me, “You taste so good.”
I pulled away, the sensitivity in my knob far too high for his tongue. He laughed as I zipped up, then as Daddy pulled his trousers up, he saw the mess on the bonnet and shot an order at Adi I didn’t understand. Adi looked to me with a wink as he said, “I clean.”
Then he leaned over and started to tongue the juices from the paintwork. He moaned as he licked every drop up, and I could feel myself getting hard again as I watched in awe. I thought of the sign on the door that read “Deep Clean” and now, watching Adi go to work, and feeling a second load stirring in my bollocks, I started to see just how accurate the sign was!
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