Climbing those creaky stairs in Uncle’s rundown building on Croix-Rousse slopes at 10:30 PM. Heart pounding. Sélim’s tense, those two stoned dudes on the landing eyeing us, reeking of weed—not Seita. We bluff our way in, snag his bags. Down to the basement for his stuff. Voices from a cave door. Peek in: it’s Kaomin, the sexy Chinese twink from the sex shop, pinned by those same thugs on stacked mattresses under a dim 40W bulb.
One’s yanking his hair, forcing his mouth on the other’s thick cock. Kaomin’s sucking, reluctant at first, but going for it. My dick hardens instantly in my shorts. Sélim grins, grabs my arm—his bulge too. Monster cock on the second guy, 25cm beast, disproportionate on his skinny frame. They laugh, high as fuck, planning to double-team his ass raw. Kaomin cries. Rage boils. Forbidden heat surges—time to crash this.
The Awakening
We burst in. Sélim kicks Monster in the balls—crumples howling. I boot the other in the face—out cold. Kaomin helps toss them. He’s shaking, feminine with long black hair, slim ripped body. Fourth time they’ve cornered him. Started mutual jerk, escalated to blowjobs and theft. Can’t snitch—lives with strict ‘uncle’. We tie ’em with bike straps. Vengeance cock throbs.
Sélim strips, eyes wild Berber fire. Orders Kaomin first, but he passes—passive type, disgusted by them. Instead, Kaomin grabs the drawer: condoms, lube, huge vibe. Slathers it, rams 15cm deep up Monster’s ass. Buzzing. Fucker moans, hardens. Sweet revenge. Sélim mounts, spits, slams in deep—fast in, slow out. Grunts echo. Kaomin rims Sélim’s ass, tongue flicking. I strip, eat Kaomin’s smooth hole—hairless, tasty, probing deep. Laughter bubbles as heads bob.
The Act
Sélim finishes, flooding the condom. Unties the guy—he admits he came hard, first time fucked. Liked it. Now, Monster’s turn. I stroke his monster, suck half down—veins pulsing. Capote on, lube slick. He rails his buddy slow, inch by inch—cries mix pain-pleasure. Sélim pounds Kaomin sudden-deep. I feed my cock to the fuckee’s greedy mouth, syncing sucks to thrusts. Sweat, ass smells, cum stench thickens the air.
Tempo explodes. Bodies slick. I blast first down his throat. Chain reaction: fuckee shoots on mats, Monster unloads roaring, Sélim floods Kaomin who shrieks feminine high. Monster kneels, milks Kaomin dry—overstim wild. Panting silence.
Sélim: ‘Let’s bounce.’ Kaomin begs join us. Fuck his ‘uncle’. We agree—sage twink welcome. High-five the reformed thugs, promise drinks. Street at 1AM, warm night. Exhausted, craving beer, Sélim’s cock, Kaomin’s mouth. Secret thrill pulses—crossed every line, lived raw taboo. No regrets. Mine forever.