Yassine and Noureddine Dominate English Sub 1
This account follows from YASSINE - STRAIGHT MOROCCAN ACTIVE DOMINATOR FUCKS OLDER EUROPEAN GAY SUBMISSIVE https://xhamster.com/posts/250425 which should be read first.
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I finally experienced my first double session with Yassine and his straight cousin in the early hours of New Years Day 2014.
Yassine had called me and suggested we meet up on New Year’s Eve. He arrived with his cousin, a good-looking 19-year-old lad named Noureddine. He was slightly taller and thinner than Yassine but otherwise had the same general appearance.
I guess I knew I was going to get it from the time they turned up although, as we went out to see in the New Year, I had to wait several hours. The idea was they would get drunk and stoned and I would drive them. I guess that was fine by me; I’m not complaining about that part.
Noureddine had a quite arrogant attitude from the start. He talked with his cousin in Arabic most of the time and even talked to Yassine about me in English as if I wasn’t there.
It rained around midnight in London. Quite heavily for a short time. They got wet and cold and were not pleased. Yassine got angry with me for parking my car so far away and ordered me to go and get it while they waited in a sheltered spot.
By the time I got back it had stopped raining and they were no longer where I had left them. I had to drive around looking for them and came across them walking in the direction of home. Yassine had a go at me for taking so long.
During the journey home they talked together in Arabic most of the time, ignoring me. Yassine was in the front next to me and his cousin was in the back.
They wanted to buy cigarettes. I had to drive around looking for somewhere that was open.
When we got home Yassine said he was starving and to go and bring the food. The food was in the kitchen so I went to prepare it.
When I came back Noureddine was sitting in an armchair with his feet on my coffee table. He had removed his shoes and outer clothing and was wearing a pullover with white tee shirt underneath, dark blue jean-like trousers and white socks.
Yassine was standing looking at the Christmas tree. I have a nice Christmas tree this year. A full size artificial black tree with many decorations and white lights for effect with red lights and logs at the base for a contrasting effect.
‘That fucking took you long enough’ was his only comment as I started to put the food onto the table.
After that we ate. After that I cleared the table and put the stuff into the dishwasher. When I returned to the living room, Yassine was rolling a joint of weed for them to smoke. I asked him if he wanted a beer. He said no but Noureddine said yes.
‘Make sure it’s cold.’ Yassine called after me as I went to get it.
I got Noureddine his beer and came to sit down. But not for long. Almost immediately after I had sat, Yassine lit the joint, took a couple of puffs and told me to get up and turn off the lights saying that we would sit and chill out by the light of just the Christmas tree.
I sat down again. The Christmas tree was well lit so it was giving off sufficient light while at the same time creating a warm and cosy effect.
Noureddine looked at me and said something in Arabic to Yassine. Yassine laughed and turned to me.
‘Stand up and strip off.’ He told me. ‘Noureddine wants to get a look at you.’
I obeyed.
It was a repetition of the usual routine really except that as I undressed instead of making insulting comments to me about my body etc he was now saying things in Arabic to Noureddine and the two of them were laughing together at whatever was being said.
It made me feel embarrassed and I felt myself starting to blush and get a little angry.
Just before I dropped my trousers Yassine said something that included the English words ‘Jockey Y-fronts’ and Noureddine burst out laughing.
This made me hesitate.
‘Get your fucking trousers off’ Yassine shouted at me.
I stood in front of him wearing just my white Jockey y-front briefs. He told me to put my hands on my head and made me stand there like that in front of them while they smoked the joint, talked together in Arabic and basically ignored me.
After a while Yassine turned to me.
‘’Why did you park your car ten miles away from where we were going?’ He demanded.
‘It wasn’t ten miles.’ I protested. ‘It wasn’t even one mile.’
‘Don’t make excuses to me cunt.’ He answered. ’Me and Noureddine got wet because of you.’
He stood up and walked towards me. I lowered my arms.
‘Get your fucking hands back on your head cunt.’ He told me.
He slapped me around the face.
‘Did I fucking tell you to lower your arms?’ He screamed at me.
‘No.’ I answered.
He spat in my face. Noureddine laughed.
‘I’m going to fucking teach you a lesson you will never forget as long as you live cunt.’ He told me. ‘Now go to the kitchen and bring that large frying pan.’
Frying pan?
I did as he said. He held out his arm and I handed him the frying pan.
He pointed to an armchair.
‘Bend over.’ He told me.
He positioned me standing in front of the armchair, hands on armrests and forehead resting on the top back of the chair.
He gave me 12 HARD with the frying pan; six on underpants and six bare. It hurt like hell. Really stung. I was yelling on each stroke and squirming. Noureddine was laughing out loud. I was foolish enough to hesitate when Yassine told me to ‘Pull your fucking pants down’, saying that it hurt too much and I wanted to keep my pants on. That was a big mistake. He yanked my pants down himself and brought that frying pan down across my bare arse twice as hard as before. I jumped up and put my hands over my buttocks.
Yassine called out to Noureddine, in English.
‘Get your fucking arse over here mate and hold this fucking cunt down for me’
Noureddine came over and held me around the shoulders while Yassine administered another five hard swats across my bare arse cheeks. When Noureddine finally released me my arse felt like it was on fire.
The two boys walked away, laughing. Noureddine put his arm around Yassine’s shoulder and they both looked at each other and laughed.
It was at that moment that I realised that I my limits were going to be pushed that night. I also realised that there was very little I could do to stop whatever was going to happen from happening.
The boys were rolling two more joints; one each. Thinking that that would keep them busy for a while, I sneaked away into the kitchen to recover. I made myself a coffee, ate a sandwich and nibbled some cheese straws left over from Christmas.
I was left alone. Finally I returned to the living room, taking the cheese straws with me. Yassine immediately helped himself to about half of them, handing half of what he had taken to Noureddine.
I sat down. I was still wearing just my white y-front underpants. My arse wasn’t stinging so much now and I guess I was beginning to enjoy what had happened to me. I was actually in a mixed state of apprehension and excitement.
Noureddine was sitting contemplating a cheese straw. He looked up at me.
‘Come here.’ He said and beckoned with his finger. He said something in Arabic and Yassine laughed.
‘Yes. Do it.’ Yassine replied in English.
Noureddine told me to stand in front of him standing away from him and take off my pants. When I was naked he told me to bend over. He then pushed the cheese straw right up my arsehole. Then pulled it out and told me to turn round.
‘Eat it’ He ordered.
‘No.’ I protested.
‘Do as my mate tells you cunt.’ Yassine shouted. ‘Now fucking eat it.’
At least the cheese straw looked clean. I ate it. The boys burst out laughing.
‘I want to see you fuck him.’ Noureddine then told Yassine, in English.
Yassine smiled and climbed to his feet, his hands reaching to undo his belt.
‘Bend the fuck over.’ He told me, pointing to arm of the sofa where he had been sitting. His favourite position.
‘Let me go and get some lube.’ I told him.
‘No.’ He answered. ‘The only lube I’m going to use tonight is spit.’
I was a bit worried at getting fucked by him without proper lube but what could I do? I bent over and hoped for the best.
Yassine walked up behind me and bulled off his tee shirt so that he was bare to the waist. I could see him lower his trousers and red boxers and pull out his cock. I saw him kneel and both heard and felt him spit into my arsehole. Twice. Three times. He started to push the spit into my hole with his finger.
He stood up and I heard him spit again. Into his hand I supposed. Then I felt his cockhead pressing against my anus.
With one determined push he was inside me. I yelled as he penetrated me.
He started to fuck me brutally, slamming his cock into me as hard as he could. From time to time one or the other of the boys would say something in Arabic to each other and sometimes they would laugh.
Yassine fucked me hard, pushing me down onto the sofa and making me groan. This was one of the roughest hardest fuckings he had ever given me and the absence of proper lube made it uncomfortable.
I think it was because fucking me in front of his cousin excited him but he came exceptionally quickly and I soon felt the muscle in his rigid cock start to spasm as he shot his load into my hole.
He withdrew, slapping my arse hard, picked up his tee shirt and went to the bathroom to clean himself up.
I was alone with Noureddine.
Yassine called out something from the bathroom in Arabic.
‘He wants us to go to him.’ Noureddine told me,
I picked up my underpants and we made our way to the bathroom. Yassine was standing there fully clothed with his trousers fastened.
He pointed to the shower.
‘Kneel in there facing outwards.’ He told me.
This was new. I wondered what he had in mind.
He said something in Arabic to Noureddine, who laughed.
The two boys walked up to me. Simultaneously they opened their trousers and pulled their cocks out over the waistbands of their boxers. It was my first sight of Noureddine’s cock and I was impressed. Long, thick, brown and circumcised. A truly perfect cock; better maybe than Yassine‘s!
I did not have long to admire Noureddine’s cock as it immediately became apparent what the boys intended to do and two hot streams of liquid were soon splashing against my face causing me to close my eyes.
After the boys had finished I was told to clean myself up.
I showered and douched my sore arsehole. I dried myself off, went to the bedroom and put some lube into my arsehole. I didn’t think I would be able to take it again that night with just spit and I knew that, without doubt, I would be taking it again. From both of them!
Despite the fact that my arsehole was sore from the spit-fucking, I was becoming excited at the thought of Noureddine’s cock and being fucked by him. Apparently he was straight and had never fucked a guy before.
I put my underpants back on and also a tee-shirt and returned to the living room. I asked the boys if they wanted anything more to eat or drink. They both said they wanted more food and sent me to the kitchen to bring it to them.
I sat down watching them eat. Waiting in nervous anticipation for them to finish at which time I was sure that the real sex would begin!
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I finally experienced my first double session with Yassine and his straight cousin in the early hours of New Years Day 2014.
Yassine had called me and suggested we meet up on New Year’s Eve. He arrived with his cousin, a good-looking 19-year-old lad named Noureddine. He was slightly taller and thinner than Yassine but otherwise had the same general appearance.
I guess I knew I was going to get it from the time they turned up although, as we went out to see in the New Year, I had to wait several hours. The idea was they would get drunk and stoned and I would drive them. I guess that was fine by me; I’m not complaining about that part.
Noureddine had a quite arrogant attitude from the start. He talked with his cousin in Arabic most of the time and even talked to Yassine about me in English as if I wasn’t there.
It rained around midnight in London. Quite heavily for a short time. They got wet and cold and were not pleased. Yassine got angry with me for parking my car so far away and ordered me to go and get it while they waited in a sheltered spot.
By the time I got back it had stopped raining and they were no longer where I had left them. I had to drive around looking for them and came across them walking in the direction of home. Yassine had a go at me for taking so long.
During the journey home they talked together in Arabic most of the time, ignoring me. Yassine was in the front next to me and his cousin was in the back.
They wanted to buy cigarettes. I had to drive around looking for somewhere that was open.
When we got home Yassine said he was starving and to go and bring the food. The food was in the kitchen so I went to prepare it.
When I came back Noureddine was sitting in an armchair with his feet on my coffee table. He had removed his shoes and outer clothing and was wearing a pullover with white tee shirt underneath, dark blue jean-like trousers and white socks.
Yassine was standing looking at the Christmas tree. I have a nice Christmas tree this year. A full size artificial black tree with many decorations and white lights for effect with red lights and logs at the base for a contrasting effect.
‘That fucking took you long enough’ was his only comment as I started to put the food onto the table.
After that we ate. After that I cleared the table and put the stuff into the dishwasher. When I returned to the living room, Yassine was rolling a joint of weed for them to smoke. I asked him if he wanted a beer. He said no but Noureddine said yes.
‘Make sure it’s cold.’ Yassine called after me as I went to get it.
I got Noureddine his beer and came to sit down. But not for long. Almost immediately after I had sat, Yassine lit the joint, took a couple of puffs and told me to get up and turn off the lights saying that we would sit and chill out by the light of just the Christmas tree.
I sat down again. The Christmas tree was well lit so it was giving off sufficient light while at the same time creating a warm and cosy effect.
Noureddine looked at me and said something in Arabic to Yassine. Yassine laughed and turned to me.
‘Stand up and strip off.’ He told me. ‘Noureddine wants to get a look at you.’
I obeyed.
It was a repetition of the usual routine really except that as I undressed instead of making insulting comments to me about my body etc he was now saying things in Arabic to Noureddine and the two of them were laughing together at whatever was being said.
It made me feel embarrassed and I felt myself starting to blush and get a little angry.
Just before I dropped my trousers Yassine said something that included the English words ‘Jockey Y-fronts’ and Noureddine burst out laughing.
This made me hesitate.
‘Get your fucking trousers off’ Yassine shouted at me.
I stood in front of him wearing just my white Jockey y-front briefs. He told me to put my hands on my head and made me stand there like that in front of them while they smoked the joint, talked together in Arabic and basically ignored me.
After a while Yassine turned to me.
‘’Why did you park your car ten miles away from where we were going?’ He demanded.
‘It wasn’t ten miles.’ I protested. ‘It wasn’t even one mile.’
‘Don’t make excuses to me cunt.’ He answered. ’Me and Noureddine got wet because of you.’
He stood up and walked towards me. I lowered my arms.
‘Get your fucking hands back on your head cunt.’ He told me.
He slapped me around the face.
‘Did I fucking tell you to lower your arms?’ He screamed at me.
‘No.’ I answered.
He spat in my face. Noureddine laughed.
‘I’m going to fucking teach you a lesson you will never forget as long as you live cunt.’ He told me. ‘Now go to the kitchen and bring that large frying pan.’
Frying pan?
I did as he said. He held out his arm and I handed him the frying pan.
He pointed to an armchair.
‘Bend over.’ He told me.
He positioned me standing in front of the armchair, hands on armrests and forehead resting on the top back of the chair.
He gave me 12 HARD with the frying pan; six on underpants and six bare. It hurt like hell. Really stung. I was yelling on each stroke and squirming. Noureddine was laughing out loud. I was foolish enough to hesitate when Yassine told me to ‘Pull your fucking pants down’, saying that it hurt too much and I wanted to keep my pants on. That was a big mistake. He yanked my pants down himself and brought that frying pan down across my bare arse twice as hard as before. I jumped up and put my hands over my buttocks.
Yassine called out to Noureddine, in English.
‘Get your fucking arse over here mate and hold this fucking cunt down for me’
Noureddine came over and held me around the shoulders while Yassine administered another five hard swats across my bare arse cheeks. When Noureddine finally released me my arse felt like it was on fire.
The two boys walked away, laughing. Noureddine put his arm around Yassine’s shoulder and they both looked at each other and laughed.
It was at that moment that I realised that I my limits were going to be pushed that night. I also realised that there was very little I could do to stop whatever was going to happen from happening.
The boys were rolling two more joints; one each. Thinking that that would keep them busy for a while, I sneaked away into the kitchen to recover. I made myself a coffee, ate a sandwich and nibbled some cheese straws left over from Christmas.
I was left alone. Finally I returned to the living room, taking the cheese straws with me. Yassine immediately helped himself to about half of them, handing half of what he had taken to Noureddine.
I sat down. I was still wearing just my white y-front underpants. My arse wasn’t stinging so much now and I guess I was beginning to enjoy what had happened to me. I was actually in a mixed state of apprehension and excitement.
Noureddine was sitting contemplating a cheese straw. He looked up at me.
‘Come here.’ He said and beckoned with his finger. He said something in Arabic and Yassine laughed.
‘Yes. Do it.’ Yassine replied in English.
Noureddine told me to stand in front of him standing away from him and take off my pants. When I was naked he told me to bend over. He then pushed the cheese straw right up my arsehole. Then pulled it out and told me to turn round.
‘Eat it’ He ordered.
‘No.’ I protested.
‘Do as my mate tells you cunt.’ Yassine shouted. ‘Now fucking eat it.’
At least the cheese straw looked clean. I ate it. The boys burst out laughing.
‘I want to see you fuck him.’ Noureddine then told Yassine, in English.
Yassine smiled and climbed to his feet, his hands reaching to undo his belt.
‘Bend the fuck over.’ He told me, pointing to arm of the sofa where he had been sitting. His favourite position.
‘Let me go and get some lube.’ I told him.
‘No.’ He answered. ‘The only lube I’m going to use tonight is spit.’
I was a bit worried at getting fucked by him without proper lube but what could I do? I bent over and hoped for the best.
Yassine walked up behind me and bulled off his tee shirt so that he was bare to the waist. I could see him lower his trousers and red boxers and pull out his cock. I saw him kneel and both heard and felt him spit into my arsehole. Twice. Three times. He started to push the spit into my hole with his finger.
He stood up and I heard him spit again. Into his hand I supposed. Then I felt his cockhead pressing against my anus.
With one determined push he was inside me. I yelled as he penetrated me.
He started to fuck me brutally, slamming his cock into me as hard as he could. From time to time one or the other of the boys would say something in Arabic to each other and sometimes they would laugh.
Yassine fucked me hard, pushing me down onto the sofa and making me groan. This was one of the roughest hardest fuckings he had ever given me and the absence of proper lube made it uncomfortable.
I think it was because fucking me in front of his cousin excited him but he came exceptionally quickly and I soon felt the muscle in his rigid cock start to spasm as he shot his load into my hole.
He withdrew, slapping my arse hard, picked up his tee shirt and went to the bathroom to clean himself up.
I was alone with Noureddine.
Yassine called out something from the bathroom in Arabic.
‘He wants us to go to him.’ Noureddine told me,
I picked up my underpants and we made our way to the bathroom. Yassine was standing there fully clothed with his trousers fastened.
He pointed to the shower.
‘Kneel in there facing outwards.’ He told me.
This was new. I wondered what he had in mind.
He said something in Arabic to Noureddine, who laughed.
The two boys walked up to me. Simultaneously they opened their trousers and pulled their cocks out over the waistbands of their boxers. It was my first sight of Noureddine’s cock and I was impressed. Long, thick, brown and circumcised. A truly perfect cock; better maybe than Yassine‘s!
I did not have long to admire Noureddine’s cock as it immediately became apparent what the boys intended to do and two hot streams of liquid were soon splashing against my face causing me to close my eyes.
After the boys had finished I was told to clean myself up.
I showered and douched my sore arsehole. I dried myself off, went to the bedroom and put some lube into my arsehole. I didn’t think I would be able to take it again that night with just spit and I knew that, without doubt, I would be taking it again. From both of them!
Despite the fact that my arsehole was sore from the spit-fucking, I was becoming excited at the thought of Noureddine’s cock and being fucked by him. Apparently he was straight and had never fucked a guy before.
I put my underpants back on and also a tee-shirt and returned to the living room. I asked the boys if they wanted anything more to eat or drink. They both said they wanted more food and sent me to the kitchen to bring it to them.
I sat down watching them eat. Waiting in nervous anticipation for them to finish at which time I was sure that the real sex would begin!
10 years ago
