Georgian brothers

Brothers-Georgians

At the most inconvenient moment, my gym closed for renovations. Besides admiring beautiful male bodies, I actually worked out, getting my figure in order. So that months of training wouldn't go to waste, I had to find another gym. I found one in the neighboring district. The place turned out to be decent, so I paid for a membership and resolutely headed towards health.

The gym was even bigger than mine. And the equipment here was newer and better. Admiring the local sights (i.e., the guys) took up a good half of the workout. The sturdy young bodies stirred not only

my soul but also something lower down. So I finished the workout earlier than usual and headed to the shower, hoping no one was there yet and I could rinse off calmly and even give my tired dick a little jerk.

Imagine my surprise when I saw two Georgians peacefully scrubbing each other's backs. Their half-hard sausages swayed cutely in rhythm with their movements. And my traitor-dick began to rise. A pleasant yet strange shiver ran through my body. Turning my back to them so they wouldn't see the state of my traitor, I pulled off my clothes and headed to the nearest stall.

But the surprise didn't end there. A couple of minutes later, someone's hand landed on my shoulder. I turned sharply—behind me stood one of those who had so excited me. With a distinct accent, he asked me for shampoo; they, you see, had forgotten theirs at home. And then, up close, I saw that half-hard sausage. A sausage indeed, there's no other word for it. Handing him the shampoo, I noticed him looking at my twitching traitor-dick. I smiled. In response, he promised to bring the shampoo back in five minutes and also gifted me a smile.

For all the following minutes until my Georgian returned, I tried to get rid of my hard-on, thought about other things, tried to distract myself, but no, it stood like a lamppost, only occasionally twitching, anticipating great sex. And again, a hand on my shoulder. I turned again and... Behind me stood the other Georgian, handing me the shampoo with words of thanks. I muttered a couple of routine phrases like: don't mention it, it's fine, etc., trying not to turn towards him. But his next question simply stunned me.

"Need help?" he asked as I was soaping my back, and snatching the washcloth from my hands, he began scrubbing my back.

With one hand gripping my thigh, the other pressed lightly on my back. His dick occasionally brushed against my buttocks, making my traitor-dick feel ready to burst from the passion filling it. Footsteps of the second one were heard; he approached and, saying, "Who scrubs like that," snatched the washcloth from the first one's hands and continued what he had started. The second one stood nearby and watched us. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he had a hard-on too, just like me. Now that sausage had turned into a club of significant size. And from the first one's dick touching my buttocks, I understood we all had erections and it was time to take matters into my own hands.

I sharply turn around and take their dicks in my hands, and, before they can figure it out, I sink my lips onto one of theirs. And I think to myself that if I'm mistaken, I won't leave here alive. But no, they reciprocate. With a soapy hand, he grabs my head and kisses me with terrible force, while the second one breaks free from my grasp and comes from behind to sink his teeth into my neck. Their hard-ons press against me from both sides, I feel their pressure, and imagine how amazing the fucking will be.

But it wasn't meant to be. Voices were heard in the locker room, and we scattered to different stalls.

After tidying myself up and calming down my little friend, I headed to the locker room, but I didn't find my new friends there. To be honest, I was very upset, but, going outside, I saw them near a black Mercedes. They were waiting for me, they wanted me, and I wanted them. They drove like crazy, and in about 15 minutes we were already at the place.

We hadn't even entered the apartment before the insatiable mouth of the first one was on mine again, and the second one was already undressing me. I tried to do the same to him. I don't know how long we kissed; I slowly started moving down, kissing their hairy chests. And finally, I reached their juicy dicks. I took them in my mouth, sometimes one at a time, sometimes both at once, licking their balls. My Georgians were in complete ecstasy; they called me affectionate names and each tried to shove their dick deeper.

Getting carried away with one of them, I didn't notice how the second one snuck up to my ass and was already commanding there with his hands, preparing the hole for his piston. And then it happened—he was inside me! They fucked me with furious force, one in my mouth, going all the way to the balls, the other in my ass. Then they decided to switch and change positions. We finally made it to the room; all the aforementioned orgies had happened so far in the hallway.

They walked like true victors, swaying their dicks like "cervelat" sticks, and before we even arrived, I was rewarded with another juicy kiss. Laying me on my back and lifting my legs high, the first one's dick found its way inside me, while the second one, sitting on my chest, shoved into me what had just been in my ass. This aroused me even more, and I reached my fingers towards his ass.

There was no resistance, just like with the kiss, and I began exploring his crotch. After a couple of minutes, from my actions, the guy came violently in my mouth. The streams of cum were so large that I couldn't swallow them all, and it dripped down my cheeks. A couple of seconds later, shots followed into my ass; the sensations were simply awesome. After unloading inside me, the first one attended to my dick and took it in his mouth. For which he immediately got a surprise: three powerful spurts of cum and a couple of "so-so" ones.

After sex, we sat and talked for a long time. They turned out to be brothers, had long dreamed of trying a man but were shy, only occasionally jerking each other off. Cum slowly leaked from my ass, which the brothers then licked up together, and when it was clean, they fucked me again.

I only got home in the morning, completely exhausted. Tired, I fell onto the bed and instantly fell asleep. I dreamed of "my" brothers-Georgians.