Zain slammed the door shut behind us, the humid Lahore night still clinging to our skin. "Lock it, yaar," he growled, already yanking his shirt over his head. His chest was broad, dark hair trailing down to the waistband of his jeans. I didn't need telling twice. The click of the bolt sounded loud in the small room above the shop.
Bilal was already on the bed, legs spread, stroking his thick lund through his shalwar. "Come here, both of you. I've been hard since the bazaar."
I dropped my own clothes fast. My cock sprang out, heavy and leaking. Zain grabbed it without warning, fist tight around the shaft. "Look at this desi cock, Bilal. Thick like mine." He spat on it and started jerking, rough and fast. No slow build, just straight to it. Bilal crawled over on his knees and took Zain's dick in his mouth, sucking loud and wet. The sound filled the room. Zain groaned and pushed deeper, fucking Bilal's face while he kept pumping me.
"Turn around," Zain ordered after a minute. Bilal spun, ass up. Zain spat between his cheeks and shoved two fingers straight in. Bilal grunted, pushing back. "Fuck, Zain, stretch that hole." I moved in front and fed Bilal my cock. He took it deep, throat working around the head while Zain finger-fucked him open. The smell of sweat and spit and pre-cum was thick. Zain pulled his fingers out and lined up his cock. One hard thrust and he was balls-deep. Bilal moaned around my dick, the vibration making my balls tighten.
Zain started pounding, hips slapping loud against Bilal's ass. "Take it, you hungry fucker. Your hole's gripping me like it wants to keep me." I pulled out of Bilal's mouth and moved behind Zain, pressing my cock against his crack. He reached back and spread himself. "Do it. Fuck me while I fuck him." I spat on my hand, rubbed it over my head, and pushed in. Zain's ass was tight and hot. He growled and slammed harder into Bilal, the force driving him onto my cock.
We found a rhythm fast, three bodies rocking together. Sweat dripped down my back. Zain's hole clenched every time he buried himself in Bilal. "Harder," he snapped. I gripped his hips and gave it to him, deep strokes that made his voice break. Bilal was jerking himself now, hand flying on his own cock. "I'm close, yaar. Fill me up."
Zain pulled out of Bilal and spun around, shoving me onto my back on the bed. He straddled me and sank down on my cock in one motion. "My turn to ride." He bounced hard, ass cheeks slapping my thighs. Bilal moved up and fed his cock into Zain's mouth. Zain sucked greedily, spit running down his chin while he took every inch of me. The bed creaked under us. I reached up and twisted Zain's nipples, making him moan around Bilal's dick.
Bilal pulled out and painted Zain's face with thick ropes of cum. Zain licked his lips, eyes half-closed, still grinding on me. "Don't stop," he warned. I flipped him onto his back, hooked his legs over my shoulders, and drove in deep. His cock was rock hard against his stomach. Bilal knelt beside us and started sucking Zain while I fucked him. The double sensation made Zain curse in Urdu, voice raw. "Chod, harami, chod mujhe."
I felt my balls draw up. I slammed in one last time and unloaded, pulsing deep inside him. Zain came right after, shooting across his own chest and Bilal's tongue. Bilal swallowed what he could and licked the rest off Zain's skin. We collapsed in a sweaty pile, breathing hard. Zain reached for cigarettes. "Again in ten minutes," he said, lighting up. "This night is just starting."
