Nightclubbing

“You should come back and party with us! We got an Airbnb just over in the Strip. Sweet loft, you gotta see it…” Hassan says. Hassan is my bro. We’ve been tight for over a year now. He’s real good at talking to girls. Every time we go out we wind up meeting the hottest chicks. Or at least Hassan meets them. Me, I’m more quiet. But Hassan says it doesn’t matter cause I look like such a stud. 

“Boy next door with a fucking killer body,” he’s said, punching my worked-out chest and grabbing onto my bicep. “Look at you man. Face like a choir boy. Body like a fuckin MMA fighter. Chicks love that shit.”

So even if I stay quiet it doesn’t matter because I smile sweetly and they ask me about myself. And of course, none of this matters because we’re not gonna take anyone back home with us. We never do. Hassan just likes to entertain the idea. He likes to play with them, a little. It gets him ready for what we’re gonna do with each other. 

“Yeah, that could be cool!” these two women say, looking back and forth between me and Hassan, his handsome dark looks and beefy, muscled body, and me, looking cute enough to do some real damage. “Where are you guys from again?”

Hassan tells them. Out of town. Visiting for a work thing. 

None of it’s true. We live in this city, and we go out all the time, looking for new girls. We play this game. 

The girls want another drink. Hassan heads to the bar and I stay behind. The girls look at me and bat their eyelashes and ask me if I have a girlfriend. 

“Nah, I just broke up with mine a couple months ago,” I say. Which actually is true. But Hassan is the one who told me to break up with her. Hassan wants me to move in with him but I haven’t done it, not yet. 

“Aw!” they say with concerned frowns. “That’s so sad!” Then I catch sight of Hassan at the bar. He’s waving me over. 

“‘Scuse me,” I say, and head over to him. When I get close he moves toward a dark corner next to the bathroom and I follow. I know what’s coming.

“We got those girls on lock, bro,” Hassan says to me, getting his face close to mine. “They want our cocks.”

“I know man,” I say, and feel Hassan direct my body so that my back is to the wall and his arm is behind me. “Are we gonna bring ‘em back?”

“Hell no, bro,” Hassan says. “Just you and me tonight. Let’s get ‘em hot as fuck and then my dick is going in you all night.” When he says that I feel his hand snake down my back and under the waistband of my pants. I didn’t wear underwear - his request. He slides his fingers between my smooth, muscular cheeks and feels for my hole. When he finds it he presses a finger into me. All the while we face the club. The girls see us. Hassan waves with one hand, and with the other he pumps his finger in and out of my shaved asshole. 

“Fuck, bro, can’t wait to get my dick in you,” Hassan says.

“I know man,” I say. The feel of it making me horny, making me want it. I never thought I’d be so into taking cock. But Hassan knew. He turned me out like it wasn’t anything. One week I was in love with my girl, fucking her on the regular. The next I was a total bitch for Hassan, bending over to let him fuck me from behind, screaming for him to fuck me harder, for him to cum inside me. It’s insane. I can’t deny it. And I can’t get enough. 

“Let’s string em along just a little longer,” Hassan says as he gets another finger into me. “I’m so fucking hard right now, bro. I want to fuck you all night. I want to cum in you multiple times. You gonna let me do that, bro?”

“You know I will,” I say, feeling Hassan’s breath next to my ear, his warm and muscular body next to mine. “I want you to fuck me from behind. I want fall asleep and wake up in the morning to your raw dick in me.” 

“Fuck!” Hassan says. He takes his finger out. “Alright. Little bit longer. Couple more drinks. Then we’ll head back to the loft.” 

We bring the girls some drinks. The blonde one is all over Hassan, joking with him and batting her eyelashes. The brunette is talking to me. She keeps looking down at my crotch. She’s got incredible tits. She keeps commenting on my body and making excuses to touch my arms and chest over my shirt. Hassan watches out of the corner of his eye. 

We head to the dance floor. The girls are grinding up on us, asses to our crotches, arms in the air, tossing their hair around as we all get down. I’ve got a boner from the brunette’s ass rubbing on my dick. Hassan seems like he’s getting hard too. He looks over at me and winks. 

“Alright, ladies, I gotta discuss something with my bro before we head back to the loft. Are you still down?” Hassan says. 

“Definitely,” they say, looking at each other and nodding.

“Be right back,” Hassan says with a wink toward the blond. Then, I follow Hassan toward the bar. He makes a beeline for the rear exit and then we’re outside in the alley with the door slamming behind us.

“Fuck bro I need you right now,” Hassan says and pushes me against the side of the building. I can hear the people just down the alley, lined up to get into the club. Hassan yanks my pants down and my hard cock bounds out. “Fuck yeah,” he says, giving it a stroke. “All horned up for me, aren’t you?”

“You know it, bro,” I say. “I need your cock in me, man.” Hassan flips me around and I brace myself against the brick.

“Fuckin look at that ass, man. All mine,” Hassan says, cupping my bare, smooth muscle ass in his hands. He pulls my cheeks apart. “I need it too, bro,” he says, and knees down to slide his tongue inside me. He moans as he eats me out. My eyes roll back in my head. The noises from down the street get louder. A cop car pulls up, sirens blaring. But nobody notices us in the shadows.

“Just need to stick it in for a second bro. You don’t mind?” Hassan says, standing up and hauling out his thick cock. Seriously, it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe he can get it in me, but somehow when he does it feels so good. He whacks it against my hole then presses in. “Just once to feel my bro’s tight pussy,” he says in a soft voice next to my ear. Then his thick, raw cock breaches my hole. “Motherfucker!” he says. The first pump is usually uncomfortable for me but tonight, I don’t know. I want it as bad as he does. I push back to take the whole thing.

“That’s right, bro,” Hassan says, wrapping his pumped-up arm around my chest and grabbing hold of my swole pec. “This is how it should be. How it’ll always be, bro. Me inside you; my ass, my bro.”

“I’m all yours, bro,” I say, feeling his cock pulse inside me. “This ass is yours.” 

“You know it, bro,” Hassan says, and he pulls out. “Let’s get out of here.” We pull up our pants, breathing heavy, tucking away our hard cocks for later. But when we’re almost to the end of the alley we see the girls - our girls - walk out. “Shit,” Hassan says, and holds me back. The girls look around. They’re looking for us. But we stay in the shadows, we wait till they give up and go back inside. Then we get in Hassan’s SUV and head to the loft, where the real fun will start.