A Neighbor in Need

The text came in to Kent and me at the same time:  “I’m so angry I could spit!”

It was from Mack.  Kent and I looked at each other because the usual texts like that from a member of the Burnstag family were from Mack’s caustic wife Lesley.  She’d somehow decided she is our fag hag and we are her therapists; she calls daily complaining about anything and everything, anyone and everyone, and mostly about her husband Mack.

“I’m on the way home and about to break something.  Mind if I come by and vent?”

Kent “hey Siri’d” Mack a reply that I heard and then briefly following saw; he told him sure come by.

It was five or six minutes later that Mack got a hero’s welcome at the lanai screen door from our best guy Sasha; our trusty four-footed watch-dog and bundle of unconditional affection.

“I think he smells Elsa and Mya,” Mack laughed as Sasha gave his crotch and pits a good work-over.  From where we sat we could see that want it; Mack was soaked-through his tennis whites with sweat.  Like his dads Sasha knows good stuff when it’s available.

I finally gave Sasha the command to get lost and Mike came to the lounges where Kent and I were enjoying the afternoon sun.  As we almost always do when we’re alone at home we were completely naked.  This didn’t surprise Mack who knew the house “dress code.”

“I knew you two would be balls-out,” he said when he’d come around to face us.  “I should have showered before I came over; I was too darned sore about what happened to do it at the club.  I stink of sweat; I’ll sit down wind … if there were any.”

I looked at Kent.  “You want to tell him or shall I?”  Kent laughed and motioned toward Mack for me too.  I turned to look at him again.  “First Mack you’re a very fit hot man talking to two gay men; sweat is something to be savored not something to be ashamed of.”

Mike looked surprised.  “Uh I didn’t come here to get ‘savored;’ promise I didn’t.  I just came here because I’m so spitting mad.”

I made air quotes and started, “Savored,” then dropped them, “Meaning enjoyed for the delights of the strong scent of a honed male physique used to its purpose.”

“Or one of its purposes,” Kent interjected with a laugh.

“Seriously Mack if the sweaty clothes bother you just get out of them.  You know it’s okay with us.”  He looked frustrated.  “And get on with unloading,” I winked at Kent and he laughed again.  “Tell us what happened.”

Mack stripped his sweat-soaked shirt off with some difficulty.  “That does feel better; I really hate being in sweaty clothes.”

He was magnificent as always with his sweat sheen catching the afternoon sun and all his torso’s muscle gleaming.  Mack’s constant sports pursuits gave him the body in his mid-fifties that every thirty-something millennial craved.

He looked around helplessly.  “Just put your clothes over there on one of the chairs.  And for chrissake get out of those shorts; they’re as wet as your shirt.”

Mack had taken a few steps away to put his shirt where I told him under the lanai roof and Kent leaned toward me and said softly, “But is he as wet as I bet you are thinking of feasting on that hot stud?”  I slapped him playfully in response.

Mack was starting to unbutton his shorts and stopped to say, “I really didn’t come here presuming to get blown again.  I really came over to talk.”

Kent again quietly, “Good thing you’re good at listening with your mouth full!”

I guffawed that time and smacked him again.  “Stop!  Mack’s got something to … unload.”  That time Kent guffawed.

“You know what else?” Mack stood now in just a jock-strap with absolutely no clue that he was stoking our desires.  “The way you two are with each other; I wish there was a way Les and I could be happy together again.  It’s so … hard most of the time,” he said with a big sigh and pulled his jock-strap off in a continuous motion that left his big hairy balls and fat dick flying free and bouncing.

Kent and I both said, “Not yet but it will be,” and laughed like teenagers.

“Go ahead laugh,” Mack said.  “I’m just the poor guy with the unhappy marriage and cheating tennis opponents.”  He paced.

“Sorry, Mack, we’re not laughing at you,” Kent said at full volume.

“Well we are,” I said leaning to Kent.  He shushed me.

“Have a seat and relax and tell us all about it, Mack,” Kent suggested.

“Let me go rinse this sweat off; I’m dripping in it!”  He turned toward the outdoor shower.

“NO!” we both shouted at the same time and startled him.

He turned back to us.

“Seriously, Mack, that sweat either goes on our tongues or you wash it off somewhere else!” I told him and watched a sly smile develop.  “Now grab a towel and sit the hell down and tell us what got you so het up.”

He did; including moving his lounge around so he was facing us.  We didn’t protest the view from his big feet up to his heavy hairy sac and fat veiny dick and on up his hairy ripped torso.

Seems he had a tennis date with a great guy that we knew also; Greg Robson.  Unfortunately Robson had to call off due to something or other and another guy we knew also was hanging around outside the Tennis shop hoping for a match; notice we didn’t mention ‘great’ in the reference to the latter.  The other guy Rick Lee is not great; not anything close.  He’s a smarmy cheating boorish bore who somehow misses the point that he’s NOT god’s gift to anyone and everyone and mostly despised by everyone.

Rick didn’t have a match because he can’t book a court at the club; his odious behavior has him one step from banned entirely.  It’s a weird decision by the board of governors; since Rick’s girlfriend is the member she can grant him guest privileges but the club can bar him entry from any indoor facility and has; the club requires the girlfriend-member to make any court or course booking.  We think he has photos of one (or more) of the board members with farm animals or worse with juveniles.  Whatever the reason for his being allowed on outdoor premises “Prick”  Lee picks-up matches by hanging around and preying on the unsuspecting.

Mack isn’t unsuspecting; he learned his lesson long before we moved here; in fact he warned us.  But Mack came to play apparently and took leave of his senses.  By the end of the first set even Mack’s good sportsmanship was strained to the limit and he relinquished his court, took his leave of Prick Lee, and called his friendly neighborhood cocksuckers for comfort.

“I mean seriously the ball is half a foot inside and he calls it a fault?  I’d run to the net and was closer to the ball than he was when it landed for Christ’s sake!  And I don’t mean once; like almost every damn time.”

We let Mack rant until he was worn-out.  He finally stretched his beautiful body and put his arms up with his hands behind his head and his legs spread even wider.  “I’ll say it again guys; this is heaven!  The pool, the privacy, the sun.”

“Don’t forget great cock-suckers as hosts,” Kent threw in.

Mack leaned up and toward us with his abs popping and our blood-flow quickening and diverting to our dicks.  “Seriously guys I didn’t come here expecting you to blow me again.  I mean I know you’re not getting anything out of it.”

I was going to tell him we are getting out of it what we want; a hot straight guy with a killer body to enjoy.  But Kent went a different way with it.

“You have nothing to feel guilty for; we’ve offered and you just accepted.  Now if you feel like you should offer something in return … “  I suppressed a gasp at my husband’s brazen suggestion.

Then I noticed Mack’s dick thickening and growing longer.  Hmmmmm, I thought.

“Oh well um I’m um straight … as you know,” Mack sputtered in protest.

“Oh we know that Mack,” Kent reassured him and again I suppressed a laugh.  Straight enough to let two gay guys get him off.  It’s not gay so long as you don’t join in right?

“Well I’m just saying that I don’t want to take advantage,” Mack stated and relaxed into his lounge again.  His dick was nearly fully hard; we know what it looks like when it is and it was damn near.

“It’s not about gay or straight Mack,” Kent pressed the point.  “It’s about pleasure and necessary relief.”  He paused and Mack remained relaxed.  “Of course straight guys do things to get off all the time like fuck then, jack other guys, or frot with them.”

Mack’s body tensed again; most of his very arousing muscles went taut and his now fully hard dick twitched.  A rivulet of sweat ran suddenly free of the bubbles of sweat on his forehead, down his cheek, over his jaw, down his neck, and into his chest hair; my dick hastened it’s rise.  “I uh I’ve been thinking about whether I could give you a hand-job.  You know like if I could even touch another guy’s hard prick.  Much less like the joke about the guy who gets bit by a rattlesnake on his prick and wants his buddy to suck the venom out.”

“Keep gay guys as buddies if you’re in rattler country,” I blurted out.  It got a laugh though.

“Mack this is a safe zone bud,” Kent reassured him.  Mack relaxed again and several more beads of perspiration ran down the muscled ridges of his torso.  I knew I was fully hard and throbbing just eyeing his physique.  “Nobody has or would ever try to get you to do anything you didn’t want to do; and certainly not if you weren’t willing to.  And you also know nothing that happens here will ever be repeated or made public knowledge.”

“I know that guys,” Mack said with gratitude in his voice.  I wasn’t sure for which or if it was for both.

“The important thing is that what we do makes you completely comfortable so you get the most enjoyment.  So if you’re more comfortable feeling like there’s quid pro quo and want to give us a handy or some nipple work … or … “

I’d expected Mack to go tense again; instead he was quiet for long enough that it got uncomfortable.  Finally he replied.  “Sometimes my prick does the thinking; ya know?”

We both laughed.  “We’re male Mack.  Yes we fuckin’ know how that goes.  Probably how we got here to begin with; the big head knows better than to fuck around with the hot straight married neighbor!”  I laughed at my own joke and Kent did as well.  Mack’s laugh was a bit uneasy.  “But we did.  And I for one don’t regret it one drop!”

“Or inch,” Kent added.

Mack was quiet … and hard and dripping.  His big balls were rolling against his hairy muscular thigh provocatively as his hard dick swayed; he wasn’t fidgety but he was far from still.  He took a long wind-up of facial gestures before he spoke.  “See the thing is … I don’t regret it either.  SHOULDN’T I?”

“Oh for god’s sake!” Kent swore and vaulted up and over to loom over Mack and wrapped his big hand around Mack’s dripping dick.  “SHOULD I be doing THIS?” he barked as Mack hissed in a breath.  He stroked Mack’s dick and took his other hand and batted Mack’s balls a few times.  “This?”  Mack was moaning.  “Do YOU want me to STOP Mack?”

“Honestly?” he gasped.  “Not before I cum.  And to warn you that could be any second.”

Kent got an evil look and started working Mack two handed; one stroking and one working his heavy sac with a firm grip.  “Get over here and pitch-in Al,” he said over his shoulder.

I was up and out of my chair in a flash and took position with a knee on his lounge.  I leaned and began grazing Mack’s left nipple; and with my right hand and arm I got Mack’s left knee up and reached under until I got my middle finger teasing his hole.

“Oh man oh fuck!” Mack moaned.  “Guys I really am not kidding; I’m embarrassingly close.”  His chest was heaving.

“Shut up and cum straight man,” Kent snapped.  And just like that Mack howled with his head thrown skyward.  His body began shaking and he began shooting those thick streams of breader babies into the air.

Mack brought his arms down and supported himself on each of us as his seed was flying about; I couldn’t avoid the feeling of loss as it was wasted splattering us but not being swallowed.  It flew and splatted on us and the lounge and deck while he convulsed and kept pumping.  Somehow in his writhing my middle finger had found its way inside his sweaty opening nearly to my second knuckle!

I noticed that Mack and Kent had locked eyes as Mack’s output waned and Kent rubbed him more gently.  His ass was still raised and impaled on my finger.  I wondered if they were going to kiss the eye-lock was so intense.  But just as Mack made the move and leaned toward him Kent gave his balls a squeeze and caused him to yelp and jump.  Mack snapped his head sharply at me as he hole clenched and tried to expel my finger.

“Just checking the level to be sure there’s more for a less-rushed round,” Kent told him and abruptly released his hold and freed himself of Mack’s arm around his shoulder.  Then Kent kissed me for long enough to take my breath away.

Mack looked at me with a smirk.  “Ummmm, are you checking my level also?”

Kent looked surprised and moved around and looked down and then back up at me and gave me a thumbs-up.  To Mack he directed, “No wonder you were spraying like a lawn sprinkler.”

Mack blushed and then looked at me and tried to move.  “Can’t deny it; but I’m ready to have my butt-hole freed.”

I grinned and worked my finger around gently causing him to snap his eyes closed and suck in a breath.  I slipped it out, but with my other hand teased his closing pucker, patted and rubbed the fur and nipple on his well-hardened pec.  Then I surprised him by leaning in and smelled his exposed pit since he’d brought his hands back behind his head.  “Woof! I said and startled him.  “Live a little!” I added enigmatically, took another long sniff.

Kent leaned to Mack’s other pit and licked in a long swipe that again had Mack’s eyes rolling back and closing.  He moaned that time and I pushed on his pucker and got a louder moan.

I looked at Mack’s dick and the veins were as protruding as when he’d cum.  “Sounds, looks, and feels like a satisfied but not finished man to me!” I said.

Kent laughed.  “He’s a dude who just unloaded without having to do it himself.  Add to it that he knows two gay men think he’s hot; he knows that’s a tougher scale than the soccer moms.”

Mack grinned.  “All true,” he said panting.

“All including the ‘not finished’ part particularly,” Kent said looking up from feasting on Mack’s sweaty pit.

Mack moved his ass up again so I could get better access again.  I knew I risked blowing it but I had to ask.  “You want more?”

The straight stud had a very serious look tinged with confusion.  “I don’t understand it; I shouldn’t but I do.”

Kent’s reaction was immediate.  “Mack god dammit STOP with the ‘shouldn’t’ and let yourself enjoy!”

It seemed he answered by lifting his leg high so I had unfettered access.  Now we were getting somewhere!  I pulled my finger back and saw a moment’s panic from Mack at the withdrawal.  Then I brought it to my mouth and sucked lasciviously on it and slobbered until my spit was running down my hand.  That wasn’t difficult with the taste; all man with healthy sweat, a hint of soap, and another hint of something that had it been more than a hint could have been a problem.

Mack was back to sighing and moaning as Kent alternated between Mack’s saliva-soaked pit and his left nipple; if it had been his right nipple he’d have been moaning and writhing.  I’d get in on some of that action after I took care of …

I get my finger into position and rubbed Mack’s pucker in circles and pressed.  Slowly he relaxed and I was rubbing the inner edge of that tight ring until it started to loosen more.  I was then rubbing the inside of his opening; he was moaning and grinding on me enough to show me he wanted more.  I kept rubbing around the inside like that pressing my slicked finger into his sweat-moist hole and Mack started moaning.

“How the fuck can that feel so good?  I’m fucking straight!” he protested to the heavens.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked softly.

“FUCK NO!” he shouted.

Kent and I chuckled and Kent was bold enough to kiss Mack’s stubbly jaw.

“FUCK!  What I’m feeling!” he moaned.

My finger was fully inside Mack; I had no more to give.  I’d purposely avoided his prostate by concentrating the pressure on his outer wall in that circular sweep. I decided it was time and gently tapped his prostate.

“WHOA WHATTHEFUCKWASTHAT?”

I tapped him there again and then began rubbing him with pressure.

“OHHOLYGUACAMOLE OHHHHHHHHHH! What am I feeling?”

Again, more insistently.

“OHMYGODJESUSCHRIST!  WHAAAAAAAAAAA … “

Kent smiled and pulled Mark’s other leg up so I good really do the job.  “Are you okay Mack?”

“I’m. Confused. I don’t. Whaaa there THAT?  How the fuUUUUUCK OH MY GOD!  What … HOW … OHFUCK OHFUCK!” he was babbling and panting.

I gave that numb of nerve endings everything I had.  It was like shock therapy; his body jolted and squirmed, he shouted and moaned and whined.

“I’m so fuckin’ close!  HOW?” he pleaded.  He reached for his dick which was so hard it looked like the rough veiny surface just just explode at any minute.

Kent took his hand and stopped him.  “It’s not like that.  Relax and enjoy it Mack.”  He rubbed Mack’s furry abs and over his chest and rock-hard nipples.    

“Oh JESUS.  I don’t understand!”

“What would you do for me to get you off right now?” I asked him.

“ANYTHING!” he shouted.  “I mean it ANYthing!  OHMYGOD ANYTHING OHHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHH,” he cried as I amped up the rubs and jabs but not enough to get him there.

“Would you kiss Kent?” I asked. Kent shot me a look.  I mouthed, “My turn,” and he grinned.

“OH FUCK ANYTHING!  Yes!  Anywhere he wants!!!  Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck that’s amaaaaaaaaaazing ohhhhhh Jesus!”

Kent looked at me again.  I nodded toward Mack’s head thrashing about.

Without letting Mack’s right leg fall, Kent got up and went around the airborne knee and leaned down and stopped Kent’s head’s metronomic back and forth and pressed his lips to Mack’s.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm the straight guy moaned and then he cried out.  “Awwwwwwfuckkkkkkk,” before Kent took his head with his left hand and held his lips tight.  I could see he’d opened his mouth and forced Mack’s lips open.

My husband made-out with Mack and the straight guy devoured Kent’s mouth.  He was growling and moaning and had his hands clasped on Kent’s head as he kissed him and pumped his hips while I continued the prostate massage.  I amped it up and the moans started sounding like screams; I knew from the tension in Mack’s muscles and the way he ground on my finger that he was close.

I began jabbing his pleasure nub and the muffled screams went off the scale just as Mack erupted in convulsive gyrations and a thick wad of cum was ejected from his strained dick.  The veins on that thing!  He pumped more than shot but it was huge globs of his babies and all the while he clutched at Kent and sucked his face while his squelched screaming lessened.

Kent finally broke away and took a running leap into the pool. I loved the way his monster dick swayed and snapped as he did the run and jump.

Mack had his head back and was collapsed against the lounge.  I tried to gently remove my finger from his hole; wet as it was there was friction and he sucked in a breath and snapped his head up to glare at me.

“What the FUCK did you just do to me?”

“I know.  Amazing right when you first learn what gay men and some straight guys know about their anatomy and pleasure zones?” I answered, standing and stretching and inadvertently slapping Mack with my dripping hardon.

“Get that fucking thing away from me,” he shouted and pushed my hip hard enough that I almost fell over.

Mack was off his lounge and grabbing his tennis shorts and nearly falling jamming his legs into them.  He snatched his shoes and was heading for the door.

“No way this is what I’m into.  I don’t know what you have planned next but this is fucking IT!” he yelled as he stormed to the lanai screen door.  “THAT?  That’s NOT fucking ME!  No fucking way!  I can’t believe you tried that!” he raged as he stormed out and disappeared.

I just stood there incredulous.  I finally turned to Kent who’d turned to me.  I was aware my entire body had tensed-up; and I was aware that I was sweating all over.

Kent called up from the pool.  “Come here hun!  Cool off and let me get you HOT again.”

I was so confused; but I wasn’t confused about my husband’s ways of getting me hot.  I dove into the pool and forced my mind to stop thinking about whether we’d lost a friend.

We learned by accident the next morning that Mack had taken an unplanned trip to join his hateful wife and ungrateful teenage kids in Detroit.  Guess we’d really fucked him up! 

What I didn’t have to guess about was that Kent and I had fucked and sucked the intervening hours away; we’d taken care of our pent-up loads and then some.  The sweaty jock-strap Mack had left played a prominent role as both of wore it while getting fucked in a few rounds.