Double-Fucked in a Ditch

From: Jay Starre

Picture: Kent

Published in: Mandate, January 2007

Buddies wedge both their dicks into trick's hot butt

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Brad waited in the pick-up truck outside the convenience store as Charley ran inside to grab some junk food. It was a late afternoon in an unusually hot May. He noticed a dude leaning against the shaded wall of the convenience store, a threatening looking young guy.

Brad stared at him from the protection of sunglasses inside the truck, thinking the stranger couldn't really tell he was checking him out. The guy was medium height, with a muscled build that looked like the result of hard physical labor rather than weights in the gym. He wore a tight tee-shirt that revealed a flat stomach and strong arms. His thumbs hooked in his jeans casually. He hadn't shaved and the rough stubble added to his dark allure, as did buzzed black hair above big eyes that were unusually light and startling. A brooding mouth with a fat lower lip seemed perfect for rubbing cock over and into.

Brad laughed at his fantasy. The guy was probably an escapee from prison or something. Too hot to handle, he thought as he spotted his blond buddy Charley coming out of the store. Charley glanced at the loitering stranger and Brad noticed their eyes make contact, and the slight nod the stranger offered Charley.

Charley jumped into the truck and slammed the door. "Hot dude! Do you see him?"

"He looks a little scary to me," Brad admitted as they backed out of the parking spot and turned into the street. Neither could help checking out the stranger one more time as they drove off. The dude was watching them too, and not only did he nod this time, but one of his hands cupped his crotch and squeezed.

"Did you see that! Fuck! Let's go back and pick him up," Charley whooped, his bright blue eyes gleaming.

"I ain't bringing that crazy-looking fucker back to my house. What about the playoffs? Don't you want to watch your team get creamed?" Brad reminded his buddy.

"Fuck basketball. I'm sick of it by now anyway. I want to fuck that hot dude! Let's go back, Brad!"

"Okay, but we ain't taking him back to my place. We'll have to fuck in a ditch or somethin'. If he doesn't try to rob us first."

"Don't be a pussy," Charley said with a grin. He also reached over and groped his pal's crotch as a peace offering.

Brad's cock was already bone-hard. For all his resistance, the dude at the store turned him on as much he turned on Charley. He cranked the wheel around in a U-turn before Charley could say another word.

Charley's hand was still groping his stiff dick as they pulled up to the sidewalk in front of the loitering stranger. It was Charley who leaned out of the rolled-down window and called out to him.

"Want to come and watch the basketball game at my buddy's place?"

Brad hissed, "I told you we aren't taking him to my place!" But the dude was already climbing into the truck and Charley was scooting over beside Brad. Charley had thought to release his clutch on Brad's woody.

"I'm Rafael," he said, his voice gravelly and clipped. That was all he said.

"I'm Charley, and this is my bud, Brad," Charley began, then immediately launched into a rambling chatter that was typical of the easy-going and talkative blond.

Rafael glanced over at Brad just in time to catch Brad's eye. That plump lower lip was curled in what Brad thought was a slight sneer, which did nothing to alleviate Brad's discomfort. The eyes though, were as light as honey in a tanned complexion and under dark brows. Brad tore his eyes away but then had to look back as Charley's chatter was cut-off in mid-stride by a startled yelp. Brad looked back, the hair on his neck rising, but what he saw was not exactly dangerous. One of Rafael's hands was deep in Charley's pants while the other was unsnapping the buttons of Charley's fly.

"Fuck, buddy! Take it out if you want. I got a big fucker if you want to suck it before I fuck you up the ass with it," Charley managed to blurt out. Brad groaned. Charley was such an idiot! Would this rough-looking stranger want to be told to suck cock and then be threatened with a cock up the ass too? He looked like he was the one who would be doing the fucking, and fucking real hard at that.

Rafael merely grunted, his hands busy pulling out Charley's cock, which was as big as he claimed, and already rising up to a pink column. Brad made a split-second decision and yanked hard on the wheel, veering off into a sharp left and onto a quiet rural road. Rafael and Charley were pushed together by the hard left but it didn't matter as Rafael began to pump and pull on Charley's dick with vigorous strokes and Charley moaned like a crazed man in heat. Another quick turn brought them to a wooded area between farms. The road was deserted and Brad pulled over beside a deep drainage ditch.

Rafael spoke for only the second time, his voice a low growl. "Are we gonna fuck in the ditch?"

"Yeah. Someone might see us in the truck," Brad replied a little irritably. He was pissed off, actually, although he was hornier than hell, seeing the dude's dark hands all over Charley's pink boner. Even Rafael's rough tone excited him, he had to admit. He leaped out of the truck and slammed the door, immediately clambering down into the deep ditch. It was covered in rich spring grass and only the bottom was a little muddy. He turned just in time to collide with the other two, who were trotting down the slope behind him. They tumbled to the grass in a heap. Charley was laughing and then groaning as Rafael settled between his sprawled thighs and immediately began to bob over his cock.

Brad's eyes bulged as he stared at those thick lips wrapped around his pal's stiff dick. They slurped loudly as Rafael gobbled down the head and half the lengthy shaft with ease. Brad was on his ass right beside them in the grass and gawking when he again caught Rafael's eyes. They peered up at him as Rafael smacked his lips over Charley's cock. Honey-soft but direct. He stared right in Brad's eyes, then very deliberately he reached back and yanked open his pants, then shoved them down to his knees, his underwear with them.

Now Rafael was sucking cock on his hands and knees with his pants down and his ass naked to the evening breeze! Brad's felt a surge of lust in his already stiff dick and he moved behind the kneeling Rafael. What an ass! The pants and underwear were down around Rafael's knees, which were spread as wide as possible on either side of Charley's legs. The flesh was a soft amber, hairless and smooth except in the crack where a silky down of dark hair snaked along the deep valley. Brad seized that butt with both hands and squeezed. Firm! The globes heaved against Brad's hands and he was totally caught off guard. The last thing he expected was for this tough dude to be offering up his ass so easily. The crack opened and a tight hole pouted in the center.

Rafael pulled his mouth off Charley's cock with a wet smack. "I want you both to fuck my ass." Even more surprising! But Brad's astonishment was only a taste of the shock in store for him a minute later when he realized exactly what Rafael meant.

The dark-haired dude wriggled out of his jeans and underwear right there in the wet grass while Charley sprawled under him and gasped for breath. Charley's cock jutted up from his crotch like a pink spear and Rafael immediately squatted over Charley's lap. While Brad sat back on his heels and watched, Rafael crammed Charley's spit-soaked cockhead into his tight asshole.

Brad gawked at the nasty sight. The flared knob disappeared between clamping butt-lips. The awesome butt-cheeks quivered and jiggled as Rafael slowly took in more inches of hard dick. Brad's own cock was out and he pumped it as he stared at the sight of that bright pink cock slowly goring that amber asshole. Rafael craned his head back and stared into Brad's eyes. "Now you can fuck me too. I like it rough."

Brad's shock was tempered by a slight feeling of satisfaction. He'd been right about the tough-looking stranger! Sort of. The dude liked it rough. Like in taking two dicks up the ass at the same time!

Spitting on his cock and rubbing the goo up and down the fat shaft, Brad stared at the awesome display in front of him. Rafael crouched over Charley's thighs, the rounded cheeks of his ass squirming as he bobbed over the long pink shaft. He was definitely enjoying it! Brad knelt between Rafael's widespread thighs and shoved his stiff dick up into the open butt-crack. He rubbed the spit-coated shaft up against his buddy's, which was half-buried in Rafael's hole. Charley's cock throbbed and twitched as Rafael's snug hole ate it up. Brad pressed his own cock against the stretched asshole but was reluctant to force it.

Rafael took things in his own hands, literally. He reached back to his own cock-gored slot. With a pair of fingers from each hand, he worked them beside Charley's cock, stretching open the snug aperture with a whole lot of heaving and wriggling. He really wanted to get double-fucked!

Brad was so turned on, he rammed his cock up against the slick entrance. "Here comes another dick. Can you take it, buddy?" he managed to gasp out.

"Shove it up there. I like it to hurt!" Rafael ordered. Meanwhile, Charley was a moaning mess under them, his hands buried under Rafael's tee-shirt, his cock encased in heaving asshole, and unable to do much of anything but go along for the ride.

Brad had a hand on each of Rafael's squirming butt-cheeks. So solid, smooth and hot! He had his cock head right on target, just below his buddy's pole as it slipped in and out of Rafael's quivering ass-ring. He pushed. The snug lips convulsed, clamped, then pushed outwards in a sudden gulp that sucked him right in. His cockhead sank into hot anal depths.

"Fuck!" Rafael shouted out.

"Fuck yeah!" Charley echoed, thrusting up with his hips and driving another two inches of his own dick up Rafael's stuffed asshole. Brad's cock was pulled along, his knob snugly captured by Rafael's hot ass-lips alongside the stiff girth of Charley's pole. Charley seemed to go a little nuts and began to thrust upwards in rapid pumps, while Rafael grunted non-stop while arching his back and humping back to meet the thrusts with squirming heaves of his own.

The sensation of another stiff shaft rubbing against his own, trapped inside a clamping vice of anal muscle, was a thrill Brad had never before experienced. And on top of all that, the tough stranger bucked and squirmed and grunted like he couldn't get enough of both cocks up his ass at once.

Brad's head spun in the heat of the setting sun. The woods were silent at the approach of twilight. They weren't quiet, though, with Charley moaning and huffing, and Rafael emitting a series of deep chest grunts every time either Brad or Charley shoved cock deeper into his stuffed asshole.

Brad kneaded the sweaty butt-mounds in his hands, feeling the quivering muscle heave and jiggle. The dude had a sweet ass! A narrow waist emphasized the roundness of the globes, and all that humping and gyrating showed off the muscle beneath. Charley had pulled up Rafael's tee-shirt as he attacked the dude's tits and nipples, revealing a V-shaped torso and a broad back that
led down to that heaving ass.

Brad expected Rafael to blow a load at any time, but it was Charley who surrendered first. "I'm shooting!" the blond shouted. He pulled out and erupted a stream of goo all over Rafael's heaving ass-cheeks. Brad

moaned as Rafael's hole tightened around his own cock and rode it furiously, too furiously. Now Brad had to blow! He whimpered instead of shouting, feeling that talented asshole getting him off so expertly. He pulled out of the hole reluctantly, but just in time to add his own steamy load to his buddy's along Rafael's crack.

Now Rafael rose up to straddle them both, naked from the waist down. His cock was fat and leaking as he pumped it over them with slow strokes. His plump lower lip pouted outwards and he smiled, and said, "Now who wants to get fucked? Up the ass. Hard."

Brad knew it! The dude was dangerous! But even though he was still shaking with his own release, he was the first to turn around and bend over to press his face to the wet grass. His naked butt waved. "Fuck me. Hard," Brad said.

Rafael obliged, and Brad was pounded all over the slippery slope as Charley watched and recuperated, waiting for his own turn. Brad's asshole was an aching tunnel of mush by the time the rough stranger finished with him, but he was oddly satisfied.

He had been right about Rafael. He liked it rough. No one left the ditch that evening without feeling fucked and fucked good. Then finally Brad relented and they took Rafael back to his place to watch the rest of the game. And whatever else followed.