Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2015 17:47:29 +1300
From: Ben Highlander <dampies1960@gmail.com>
Subject: Spare Parts 4

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We stepped over the very groggy biker that was beginning to regain
consciousness. I felt like kicking him in the ribs as we passed but Steve
stopped me.


"He's gonna be pissed in a minute and is going to get his buddies involved
so let's get out while he's still woozy. You did him good so the fucker got
what he deserved."


Steve called a cab and I didn't want to go home yet, still being high on
adrenaline. We drove around for a while but I was getting impatient. I
leaned over to Steve and grabbed him behind his head and roughly dragged
his face to my mouth. We made out for a while, and knowing the taxi driver
was looking was the hottest feeling yet. As we sucked at each other's
mouths, I could see his eyes in the mirror and I knew he was fondling his
lap.


It spurred me on to greater risk.


"I want you to fuck me, Steve, and I don't want to wait until later."


"Where do you you want to go? We could rent a room at a nearby hotel, if
you want."


"No," was all I whispered into his hot mouth.


"You mean here, in the taxi?"


We both looked at the taxi driver and his eyes went wide in the mirror and
he nodded once.


"Are you sure you don't want to go somewhere more comfortable?


"Do you have a condom?" I asked, and Steve shook his head.


"Shit, neither do I."


Then taxi driver fumbled in his bag which was on the seat next to him and
then passed first a condom and then a bottle of lube to us over his
shoulder. For the first time, as I leaned forward to take the protection
from him, I noticed that he was a swarthy kind of guy, definitely Middle
Eastern, with big brown eyes and impossibly long eyelashes. Those beautiful
eyes in the mirror were knowing and glowing. This guy was really turned on
by what was going to happen on his back seat.


Steve was rock hard in his jeans. I palmed his truncheon through his pants
and he groaned. I kept on glancing at the eyes in the mirror and I knew
that the driver was watching us. I undid Steve's pants and slid his jeans
far enough down so I could gain access to his cock. He wasn't wearing any
underpants, which didn't surprise me. I had to pull his jeans down over
that legendary ass to free his prong and when it sprang free it was
everything I could have fantasised about. What made it hotter was that we
were driving through the streets of New York and that I was about to suck a
man's dick while the driver was getting off on us.


"Take your pants off, Stockbroker, so I can taste your pretty hole again."


I lay back with my head against the passenger door and undid my pants.
Steve got onto his knees next to me and undid my zip and pulled my trousers
down over my thighs. He pulled my loafers off and put them on the floor
neatly next to each other. When I looked at him with a puzzled frown, he
said, ".... in case we have to find them in a hurry." I saw the sense in
that, and I couldn't argue.


Then he pulled my trousers off my legs one by one from the foot, and also
folded them carefully. While he was fiddling with that I quickly pulled my
scants off and threw them at the driver, who caught them and put the ass to
his face and sniffed deeply. Steve just chuckled and lifted my ass into the
air so that I was holding my calves to give him full access to my hungry
hole.


"So this is what a Rich-Boy stockbroker's ass looks like. Mmmmm, mighty
pretty. Little whorls of hair around the hole, and smells so damn tasty,"
he said, sniffing at my ass and addressing his remarks at the driver, who
was clearly, from what I could see from my position roughly level with his
lap, fiddling with his crotch while he drove. Steve drew closer and started
to seriously make out with my ass.


The sensation from my anus was sending overload signals to my brain and I
wanted him in there NOW!


"Steve, sit down and let me sit on your lap, please," I commanded with
every last bit of self-control left in me. I needed to be filled and I
needed it asap.


My mechanic complied and I quickly grabbed hold of the almost forgotten
condom and installed it on Steve's fuckstick. His cock was beautiful and
had a pronounced curve backwards towards his stomach, where it levelled off
slightly above his belly button.


"Let me lube you," the driver said, for the first time speaking


"You wanna stop somewhere and join us, Driver?" I heard my voice ask and my
brain threw in dozens of shocked question marks. "I think I'd like to see
your thick Middle Eastern cock up close."


"You sure, Baby?" Steve's voice sounded a little uncomfortable, maybe a
little possessive.


"Is that a problem, Mr Omisexual Grease Monkey?" I joked. "I'm sure it can
only add to the thrill, what do you think?"


"I pull in here, in this alley," the thick Middle Eastern accent overlaid
the velvety voice, like the grisly stubble on his olive skin. He did as he
said and I was dimly aware that Steve got out of the car, his curved prong
nudging the hairy space above his belly button. I was in a fog of lust, my
hole exposed and throbbing like an anemone, aching for satisfaction. The
driver got onto the back seat on his knees and lunged at my hole, his thick
black stubble acting like sandpaper on the sensitive lips of my ass. I
cried out as his muscular tongue forced its way into my welcoming
sphincter. His thumb joined his tongue and he started finger fucking me
along with slobbering over my hole. The sensitive insides of my anus were
being submitted to sensory overload and I started to palm my cock which was
aching and drooling for relief. I wasn't thinking now, I was an orifice
requiring gratification.


"Thanks, I'll take it from here," I heard Steve's voice, which sounded like
a clenched fist.


The driver retreated from my asshole and I felt the loss keenly. I put my
finger where I felt his absence and stuck it in but it didn't feel the
same. Steve stepped up to the plate and I felt the cool lube on his finger
which entered me and salved the burning of the raging need that was my
anus. Next he added a second finger. His face floated over mine.


"Look at me, Jonty." I heard the imperative in his tone and complied. While
he worked my ass lips with his two fingers his hooded eyes pinned me to the
seat.


"I'm going to fuck you now, if that's what you want, but if I do, I'm going
to make you mine. If I do, you will not be there for anybody anymore –  no
man, no woman. Do you understand what I'm saying?"


I nodded and saw the driver standing behind Steve, his thick uncut cock in
his hand. He was working the pliable, almost black skin over the angry,
glistening red head that popped in and out of the delicious looking skin
like a swollen plum. I wanted that plum in my mouth and wanted to feel the
thick cum catapult into my mouth. I imagined how it would feel, taste, how
it would slide down my throat and sate some deep need for man-essence I
didn't even know I had.


Steve could see I wasn't taking in what he was saying, through the mist of
lust that clouded my comprehension. He slowly swooped in to my mouth and
kissed me. I wanted him to consume me in a raging make-out session that
slaked my thirst for man-on-man sex, but he didn't. His lips touched mine
and just paused there. My frustration levels rose and I tried to ravage his
mouth with my sex-starved kisses, but he didn't comply. He did respond, but
with a tenderness that slowly began to penetrate my haze. I began to
respond to his touch, and whereas my ass still ached to be filled,
something else was taking hold of me.


"Jonty, I am going to be very unfair to you. I am going to expect something
of you that will go against everything you are feeling, every lustful
sexual act that I have performed in my life. Are you listening to me,
Jonty?"


I nodded as I realised for the first time that he wasn't calling me
anything but `Jonty', not `Jonty Cravin' as he had invariably done since we
had first met each other what seemed a lifetime ago. The absurd intimacy of
it crystallised in an impossibly inevitable conclusion that my heart
announced with undeniable clarity: Steve was in love with me. And even more
impossibly, I was in love with him. The regret at never tasting the
globules of thick spunk the driver was sure to squirt down my throat, given
the opportunity, seemed to fade as I looked, truly looked into Steve's eyes.


"Steve, I love you," I whispered. The words wrenched a part of me open and
I saw the shell of a man that I had been, earning buckets of money, walking
over people and using women, and realised it was a husk, a carapace of
self-denial which housed the man that waited my whole life to be brought
alive by this man who had his cock at my asshole, ready to claim me as his
own.


"Not like this," I said, the hottness of the situation being overshadowed
finally by the impending marriage of two men in an act that would seal
their souls together for each other, forever.


"Jonty, I love you too, I have since I first laid eyes on you," he
whispered into my mouth. "But I am going to fuck you now, here in front of
our taxi driver, in the back of this cab, cos I never want the fact that we
are meant for each other stand in the way of the fact that we are scorching
together."


With that he slid his curved cock forward and popped through my cherry with
a jolt that I felt in my skull. A searing pain clenched my anus in a
glorious proclamation that I belonged to Steve and that he could do with me
whatever he desired. I was his property, his alone and as he slid his
curved cock deeper into my asshole, the pain on whose edge I rode as I
tried to breathe through it melted gradually. It revealed a shaft of
excruciating pleasure that thrilled at every velvet gloved groove and vein
in his cock that pierced the veil of my heterosexuality, forever revealing
me as I am: Steve's man. The friction between his hard, thick dick and my
sensitive, virgin asshole flung waves of mind-fucking pleasure through my
lower body and I thought that I would die from the joy of being claimed by
my grease monkey.


I was dimly aware of the taxi driver in the background fisting his dick,
but the reality of my Steve in my face, on my chest and in my inner sanctum
obscured all else. When I think it was impossible for me to house any
further inches as he coursed his steely way through my bowels with his
tool, I felt his pubic hair connect with my ass.


"I'm in, you fucking Uptight Pretty Boy!" he growled into my mouth.


"I can feel you there, in me where you belong, you fucking  Neanderthal
Mechanic!" I retaliated, picking up the game.


He shoved against my buns with all the power of his legendary hips and
glutes and I could feel him connect with something incandescent in my body.


"I'm going to rearrange your guts you nervy little pseudo ice-queen
dollar-bitch."


A new hottness blossomed, now in my mind, as his words flicked another as
yet un§discovered switch in me.


"Well, then, fuck me with your numbskull sexy boy dick, you minimally
brain-damaged hunk of muscle," I grunted in time to his gut-wrenchingly
deep thrusts.


He growled and he bit my bottom lip painfully as he shoved into me with
even more determination.


"I'll show you what a stupid grease monkey can do to your prissy, pretty
manpussy, you frigid little cocksucker wannabe." His thrusts were
determined and intended to force hiccups of breath out of me so that I
swallowed any intended insults as I fought not to black out from sheer,
white-hot pleasure. There was nothing soft or caressing the way he raped my
hole, almost pulling out completely and then pistoning back in like a human
jackhammer. He was fucking my mind as well as raping my asshole. He picked
up speed and then abruptly stopped.


"What? What's the matter?" I gasped. He ignored me and turned to look
behind him at the taxi driver. In my sex-fuzz I thought he was going to
banish him from our private moment, but I was mistaken.


"Get around here and fuck his throat while I fuck his little slut-boy ass!"
he ordered.


The taxi driver hurriedly moved around the car and opened the passenger
door by my head. Steve fucked me so hard that I slid towards the driver and
my head slid over the edge of the seat, opening my mouth for him to slide
his cock in. I looked up at his unbelievably huge wrinkled scrotum as it
descended towards my nose, and the scary shaft of his short, almost black
dick that had to have at least the circumference of a beer can. The tip
pointed at Steve who had resumed fucking the living daylights out of me,
and the driver rested the foreskin covered tip on my nose. I reached up
with my hand and pulled the skin back, and a well of clear cock-juice
dribbled out and over my mouth. I quickly opened my lips and with relish I
suckled on the tip to clean every bit of precum off the delicious tool. The
smell from his prick was intoxicating, no doubt after eight hours in his
pants, only seeing the light of day when it was taken out to take a piss.
With a shock I realised I wanted him or Steve, or any man at all to piss on
me so I could drink the clear golden liquid right down. I made a mental
note to tell Steve about that fantasy.


"Open your mouth and swallow his dick, slut-boy!" Steve commanded and I was
only too happy to fulfil his every desire. The driver's fat prick slid over
my top lip into my mouth and my first taste of a cock almost took my breath
away. The thought of having this awesome fuck tool in my mouth, the one
that he no doubt fucked his wife with every night after a long day at work,
or maybe some lucky boy that waited behind a corrugated sheet in some
alley, was almost enough for me to shoot my load then and there. As Steve's
did in my ass, I could feel every ridge of the velvet-covered steel rod as
it slid over my tongue.


The feeling of satisfaction as it entered my throat was only superseded by
the continued pounding in my hole that Steve was delivering. A pressure was
building up in my nether regions. Steve was holding onto my hips to get a
more secure grip, to be able to pound me as deep as his cock and my ass
would allow. The driver was also using my throat like a cunt and I absently
wondered why I wasn't retching as a result. I was going to thank my lack of
gag reflex a lot later, I thought. I could feel my throat expand and
contract as he shoved his dick in and out of it. His balls kept on
connecting with my nose as I breathed in and out through it to keep from
dying of asphyxiation.


The pressure in my ass was escalating and I knew I was about to spew a huge
load if I didn't pass away from sheer ecstasy before. I could also feel an
increased urgency in Steve's thrusts and I knew he was about to blow as
well. The driver also picked up speed and the three of us were heading for
an epic orgasm.


Steve's cock hit my spot one too many times and I felt my balls pull up and
my asshole contract. Squirt shot out of my dick and volley after volley
started to catapult out of me. Steve roared from his guts and slammed into
me with his head thrown back. Then he leaned forward and would have kissed
me but for the fact the the driver was cumming down my throat. He pulled
out enough for me to feel his tip ejaculate into my mouth. The alkaline
goop tasted like heaven as it collected before I swallowed it down. Then he
slammed into my throat again and shot the rest of his load directly into my
gullet. When he pulled out and stepped back, Steve leaned in and almost
sucked my tongue clear out of my head. He snogged the daylights out of me
and then fell on my cum-soaked chest.


The driver squeezed his foreskin forward and the last few drops of cum
dripped on my forehead, where Steve collected it on his tongue and snogged
it into my mouth. The driver then stashed his now almost normal sized cock
in his trousers and closed the door at my head, walked around and did the
same at my feet after making sure not to slam my legs when he shut us in.
The he climbed behind the wheel, and asked where to. Steve gave him my
address and while we restored ourselves to some semblance of decency, he
drove us home.


Yes, home.


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