The Men of Madrid

Omar too laid face down, his legs spread apart, waiting. I wetted my fingers and slowly caressed his asshole. His ass too was very beautiful, slightly rosy. I kissed it moving my tongue around the opening. As the stubbles of my beard scratched the cheeks of his butt, he wiggled them uncontrollably. Little by little I sensed him opening his ass for me, and my tongue caressed the inside of his asshole, dripping saliva into the canal that would soon be conquered by my dick. I massaged the entrance of his asshole with a little of KY, without entering a finger yet. As his ass opened more and more, my finger went in deeper without finding any resistance. He moaned from the pleasure. When I touched his prostrate, Omar moaned louder and louder. Ralph too continued to moan uninhibitedly.

We heard a rumbling noise coming from the other apartment and Omar whispered “Mamadu is now turning him on his back”. I knew that soon Mamadu would possess my lover. Was I getting jealous? Would Ralph like it? Would he like it better than being fucked by me? 

I turned Omar over, pulled his legs over my shoulders and pushed his butt off the mattress. My dick was ready to penetrate him at the first sign. I played with his nipples and Omar wiggled his butt.

“Soon Mamadu will pierce you lover” Omar whispered. Did I hear a challenge in his voice? It was the first time he called Ralph my lover. Omar must feel a perverse pleasure of letting me listen to Ralph being dominated, being possessed by Mamadu. 

I tensed, heard Ralph crying, and knew that Omar had been right.

“His dick is like a weapon, 9 inches long, very thick, and hard like steel”. 

“Rub it in”, I thought.

Ralph continued to cry and moan, inhibited.

I pushed my own weapon into Omar, who was so excited that his anus was wide open. He moaned and groaned. I was going to prove that there were better fuckers in this world than this Mamadu. I’d never measured my dick but it too is formidable and I pierced Omar as deep as I could. I slammed my dick into Omar forcefully, then very softly, and when he expected it least, I rammed my rod in again with a vengeance. Omar cried out, totally mesmerized by the pleasure I was giving him. His crying made me hornier by the moment. 

He started to rhythmically tense and relax the muscles of his anus, and I slowed down to feel the pleasure he was giving me. I bent over as far as I could, and kissed him deeply. With each stroke I pulled my dick out nearly all the way, waited a second or two, making him crave for my dick to re-enter, and then slowly plunge it in as deep as it would go. Omar became ecstatic and twisted around uncontrollable. He cried, moaning how good it felt, that I should fuck him harder, deeper. I wetted my hands and masturbated his dick, smearing the precum over the glistering head. He pushed my hands away, but I came back with even wetter fingers. He started to cry out loud, begging me to slap his butt.

On the other end of the line, the noises were getting to a climax too. Ralph was getting out of breath, breathing very rapidly, and Mamadu was moaning how wonderful Ralph was. He slapped Ralph’s butt and I heard Ralph moaning in response. Both cried out loud, totally inhibited, when they cummed. 

The tension in my dick became unbearable. I couldn’t hold it any longer and squirted my cum into Omar’s entrails. With each squirt Omar cried out. He came at the same time squirting his hot semen in between us.

We laid there for a while, listening to the heaving at the other end of the line. I heard Ralph telling Mamadu that no one had fucked him that well ever. It hurt my pride, but concluded that he just said it to please Mamadu. 

After a while, they kissed good-bye, making an appointment to see each other the next afternoon.

“At least if I can sneak away without raising suspicion. My lover is very jealous!” Ralph added. 

The line went dead and Omar and I kissed for a long time.

“Now tell me: who is the best fucker in this world?” I asked “Mamadu or me?”

“You silly guy” Omar said with a smile, and kissed me again, only to be interrupted again by that damn telephone. Without asking, Omar immediately switched to the speakerphone. It was Mamadu.

“Did that make you horny?” Mamadu asked 

“Oh yeeeh” Omar answered putting on the most sexy voice one can imagine.

“The guy was a first class lover. I’ll see him tomorrow again. You aren’t jealous, aren’t you?”

Omar ignored the question.

“Have you left any juice for me, dear Mamadu?” he asked with a husky voice.

“I’ll have a surprise for you, if you come right away” Omar added.

“Bruuum, bruuum” and with that Mamadu hung up.

“What does <bruuum, bruuum> mean?” I asked

“That he is coming right away on his new BMW super-bike. He is as proud of his new toy as a 10 year old”

Not long thereafter, I heard the doorbell ring. Omar told me to stay in the bedroom. The door to the living room was ajar, and I heard Mamadu enter. I heard them kissing and my dick hardened again. Clothes were falling on the floor.

“Where is my surprise?” Mamadu asked eagerly.

“You impatient guy! I’ll blindfold you first and then bring you to your surprise”.

I rushed to the bed and saw the door opening. Mamadu was standing in the opening, his torso naked, but still sporting his leather rider pants and boots. The white blindfold contrasted starkly with his black face. What a man! I nearly gasped. This man made me hot, boiling hot. Omar, totally naked, was guiding him towards the bed, putting Mamadu’s hand on my chest. His rough hands started to caress me.

“Oh Omar, you know how I love people with a hairy chest”. Forgetting his blindfold, forgetting Omar, he started to explore me from top till toe. With his hands he looked for my face, for my lips, and started to kiss me. This guy kissed me as no one before. His lips were full and very soft and very wet. His thick tongue filled my mouth and caressed my palate from top to bottom. The smell of dried semen mixed with leather was like an aphrodisiac. He moved his body over mine, and his leather pant and metal buckle scratched against my body but I didn’t mind. Mamadu was the man of my secret dreams. His arms pressed against the side of my body with such a force that it was impossible for me to move. He moved his mighty legs in between mine and pushed them outward. There was no way of resisting. I felt a hand touching my anus and I groaned in agreement. I wanted to be fucked by this guy. 

He lifted his body slightly upward to give me space to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I pushed them down and found his dick. Omar had not exaggerated: it was enormous.

Mamadu gripped my lower legs and pushed them towards my head, down as far as possible. He bent me over forcefully, till my butt was completely up in the air. Being overpowered by a blindfolded giant made me almost high. Omar greased my anus pushing his delicate fingers against my prostrate and I felt precum dropping on my abdomen. Omar was obviously ecstatic about participating. His dick was as hard as one can be. He slipped a condom over Mamadu’s dick, greased it, and positioned it at the entrance of my fuck hole.

“Pierce him, Mamadu, fuck him hard!” Omar shouted. “Let him know that there is no better fucker in this world than you!”

On command, Mamadu forced his dick into me with one powerful thrust. The pain was excruciating and I cried out uncontrollably. I now knew why Ralph had cried out when being fucked by Mamadu.

“Deeper Mamadu, harder Mamadu, teach him a lesson!” Omar shouted in encouragement.

Mamadu’s dick reached parts of me never touched before. He rode me for a long time, harder and harder, pinching my lower legs till they hurt. Omar was right: this guy was the best fucker in the world. His desire to fuck me deep totally overpowered me, controlled me, and I felt nothing but intense, deep pleasure. I cried, uncontrollably. Omar continued to shout encouragements to Mamadu to beat me into submission. Mamadu sweated profusely, making his black skin glister. Drops of his sweat were falling on me. He heaved heavily and I felt his dick shuddering. He was about to come, but wouldn’t let him … yet. I squeezed my ass shut as hard as I could to delay the eruption. Mamadu cried out. I relaxed my ass, and he exploded. I felt his hot cum shooting out several times. He shuddered, groaned, released my legs and fell above me, kissing me deeply. We both sweated profusely. His dick remained steel hard and moved rhythmically in and out till I came too. We lay there for a while, both panting. Omar was caressing both of us, while jacking off, shooting his cum in between Mamadu and me.

“Can I take my blindfold off now? I want to see this wonder kid”. 

“No, you can’t. You are mine and I won’t let you run off with another guy. Come along”. And with that Omar took him by his hands and walked him out of the room.

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Ralph was waiting for me in the hotel room.

“And … Did you catch up with the soccer player?” I asked.

“No, he started to jog away as soon as he turned the corner. And what about you?”

“Same sad story. The Moroccan had his car parked close by and drove away”.

The next afternoon, I went for a lonely walk, giving Ralph the opportunity to see Mamadu again. My walk brought me to Omar’s apartment.