There's nothing I liked more than having Ansel's warm juices flowing into me, which was at least once a day. However, Crawley, where we lived, was only a 30 minute drive from Brighton. As our apartment had two bedrooms, Rich and Harry were frequent visitors, as were Will and James, and my ass enjoyed the variety of dicks it experienced. The apartment regularly echoed to the sounds of love making.
Ansel had a brother, Devon, two years his senior, who I had never met. One day, Ansel had a phone call from him, luckily we were back in England the next day. Devon's wife had kicked him out for watching porn (a bit harsh, I thought), and could he visit us while she calmed down. Ansel couldn't refuse, and asked for a couple of days of to sort out a domestic matter. We returned to the apartment and prepared the spare bedroom. Devon arrived that evening. Ansel greeted him and they kissed for an inappropriate amount of time, before he turned his attention to me, "So you're the lucky guy who gets fucked by my brother?" and gave my nuts a squeeze. We sat in the lounge, it was like looking at a mirror, they could have been twins. I went to fetch some beers and glasses from the kitchen. When I returned, I should have been shocked to see them snogging again, but after the greeting on the doorstep, I wasn't surprised. Besides, it was quite sexy, and I wanted to see how it developed. Clothes came off as Ansel guided Devon to the bedroom, I followed, not knowing whether to join in. On the bed, they made out and had foreplay, Devon's dick at least as long as Ansel's. Devon pinned my boyfriend down, and mounted him. I was in awe of the perfect, black orbs going up and down. I undressed, in case I had an opportunity to enter the fray. Devon picked up speed, and roared as he bred his brother. He plopped out and Ansel beckoned me over. I sucked on his hungry cock, then lowered myself down. It was Devon's turn to watch, though out of the corner of my eye, I could see him getting hard again, and began to worry. Leaning forward to kiss Ansel, Devon slid in alongside his brother, two big black cocks filling me completely. Nevertheless, once my ring had adjusted, I really enjoyed the sensation of being pumped by both of them. Ansel came first, and then had to wait, trapped underneath me until I shot over his chest and Devon came for a second time. The sleeping arrangements were simple, they shared our bed and I had to settle for the spare room. At least I got some sleep, unhindered by sex ravaged men.
In the morning, Devon came looking for me, he complained that he hadn't had me to himself, so he climbed into my bed and continued to have his way. Not love making, no kissing or foreplay, just legs apart and help himself. I was glad I had the right brother. It didn't take him long, and he went off for a shower. I used the opportunity to crawl into bed with Ansel. He kissed me dreamily, felt my hole, still oozing with Devon's cum and apologised for his brother's behaviour. I spooned with him and allowed him to slip inside. It felt warm and cosy, having a dick I was familiar with, and tossed myself in time to Ansel's humping. By 9.30, I had received my second load, and I'd cum on the sheets. We got up, showered and dressed. Devon had already made coffee, but was still in the nude, his dong swaying as he walked. I could sense that he was up to no good. We chilled all morning, more toast and coffee, then Devon had a text message from his wife, saying she wanted to give it another go. He didn't leave before taking his brother back to bed and shagging him again. I think Ansel enjoyed the attention.
The following day, it was back to work, and a long flight to Hong Kong. We were staying overnight, and despite being knackered, we thought we'd give TIME Bar a visit. There, we got chatting to a cute local guy. After a few drinks, he invited us back to his place for more beer and sex. Indoors, we had a beer, and then he performed a slow striptease. By the time he was naked, so were we. The myth about Oriental guys having small penises is not true, if this chap was anything to go by, a good 6"+. He invited us to bed, saying he only tops, but could do both of us. Well, who were we to complain? He took Ansel on first, kissing him down his body, then turning him over and doing the same down his back. When he got to Ansel's crack, he parted his cheeks and rimmed him. I became very turned on watching. He positioned himself above Ansel and pushed home. Up on his fingers and toes, he began humping, and did so until Ansel was bred. It was then my turn. I got on the bed on all fours and he took me from behind, having never lost his erection. He held my waist and hammered hard, then turned me onto my back and fucked me missionary. After about ten minutes, he said, "Now you wank", which I was only too happy to do, and he flooded my insides as I came over my tummy. "Now I watch the coloured man fuck you." Ansel and I are always happy to put on a performance, and Ansel demonstrated what makes him such a perfect lover. After taking me in different ways for 20 minutes, he bred me, making me cum again. We thanked the guy for his hospitality, and returned to our hotel. Our return flight wasn't until the evening. so we had a lie in and a leisurely morning, during which Ansel made gentle love to me once more.
An easy flight home, and back to Crawley. We lay in bed, recovering from jet lag musing that Hong Kong could be a good destination for a holiday. Two days off, we could have contacted the Brighton boys, but we needed rest and our own company.
