A Neighbor in Need

Mack was processing it.  He texted me the morning after we’d spent the afternoon with me blowing his fat straight dick and swallowing a few helpings of his man-juice.  “Would you have time to talk sometime today?”

Uh oh here we go.  The straight guy had thirty years since he let a guy get him off; now he’s freaking because all that denial had been shattered like a recovering alcoholic who slipped.  I told Kent.

“We can both talk to him.  Show him it was no big deal; nothing more than our duty as gay men to help poor straight men who aren’t getting any from their wives.”

I laughed and texted Mack back.  “Sure bud anytime.”

“I could come over now if that’s convenient,” Mack texted back.

I showed the text to Kent.  “Poor guy.  He’s really got this eating at him.”

“Yeah.  Think I did the wrong thing by blowing him yesterday afternoon?” I asked wondering.

In response Kent opened his phone and turned it to me when he’d brought up the photo of Mack’s big veiny sadly neglected fuck-stick that I’d texted him.  He raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah damn!  No I did what any red-blooded gay man would have done!”

“Maybe not only gay men,” Kent said with a laugh.

I knew Mack was waiting for an answer.  “Of course.  We’re out on the lanai.”

Mack texted back: “Should I wear clothes or not?  haha”

I showed Kent.  He shook his head.  I texted back: “We’re not but if it makes you uncomfortable we’ll put some on; though I think we’re beyond that don’t you?  Seriously though you probably should wear shorts walking over; wouldn’t any other cock-hungry neighbor intercepting you.”

“lol On my way,” was his reply.

Sasha met him at the lanai door and gave him the once over.  The Burnstags have two doodles of some mixture; Sasha made certain they were all that was on Mack and got plenty of pets in the process.  “That’s enough Sash,” I finally said and he reluctantly came back and laid near us.

Mack’s shorts were again board shorts; and this time they were tight.  Particularly tight where his dick was straining in front.  I threw a glance at Kent; this could change things.

Mack came over and took a seat in one of the other teak rockers; his knees were splayed wide and his dick print showing that he was hard.  Fuck he’s hot!

“What’s up Mack?” I asked.

Kent chimed in with a nod toward Mack’s boner.  “Other than the obvious.”  Mack laughed self-consciously and covered his crotch with his big hands.  “Seriously dude no need,” Kent told him.

“Mack,” I told him.  “You’re either here because you’re freaked-out because you liked getting off with a guy; me.”  I paused when I saw he’d removed his hands.  “Or you need it again.”

He looked uneasy and looked to Kent and then back at me.  “Both?”

Kent tried to help.  “The first part is no big deal at all.  You’re a man; men have needs.  A lotta guys let other guys get them off because it’s SO MUCH EASIER than with women.  It doesn’t change anything about YOU.  The second part well if it’s that and it looks like it is well then I hope I can help this time.”

“Jesus!” he swore a little too emphatically.  “It’s just so open with you isn’t it?  For Christ’s sake I’m a married man.  You Al blew me and then we played tennis.  Just like that.”

“Yeah Mack just like that.  Just like I told you.  What’s the problem?”

“The PROBLEM … “ he started with his body taut with his hands clenching the chair arms and looking like he was going to spring forth from his chair … then he stopped.  He slumped back and winced and adjusted his very hard dick in his shorts.

“Take those fuckers off; they’re obviously not big enough for you when you’re hard,” Kent joked.

He and I were completely naked in our very private lanai.  Both of us were hanging mostly soft but were feeling it ready to spring.

Mike took a minute and none of us said anything.  Then he stood and got out of the board shorts with his fat hard dick springing forth.  He gave his big fat hairy balls a tug and then sat back down.  “It does feel a ton better.”

We waited; for him to talk or to make a request.  We weren’t making this difficult for him but he needed to sort his own thoughts out.

We rocked.  Then he rocked.  His chiseled chest rose and fell with deep breaths.  The view of his fat bone was pleasant enough to make it worth it.  Finally with a bigger intake of breath he talked.

“In college with the frat fag … cock-suckers and butt-boys … “  He stalled and we waited until another big intake of breath.  “I did it at first because all the frat brothers were.  Sure I got off; I was eighteen or nineteen and pulling up my pants could get me off.  We didn’t treat them very well.”

He stopped there and finally Kent picked it up.  “But they came back and weren’t being forced to.”

Mack sighed.  “Yeah I guess.  A couple of them were around years.  A few of them you’d never know; jocks and regular guys.  But I wasn’t gay; I got past doing it because I was going with the flow and used them whenever I needed to get off.  USED them.”

Ah now I see where we were going.

“Like you ‘used’ me?” I asked and air-quoted.

“Yeah!” he said emphatically.

I noted that his dick-head had the beginning of wetness at the slit.

“So if you ‘used’ them like you ‘used’ me then they fuckin’ loved it,” I told him.  “They probably told you you had the biggest and best dick in the frat!  And make no mistake; THEY were using YOU!”

Mack blushed up from his collar bone to over his cheeks.  “Only until junior year when Eddie Price joined was I the big dick in the frat house.  That dude had a billy club hanging!  But they still liked mine better; told me I got harder than Eddie.”

“So you used them to get off and they used you to suck you and to have the best dick.”

“Maybe,” he said quietly.

He fell silent again.  We waited.

“See thing is,” he finally said.  “The thing about now is … I feel like I’m messing in your relationship because we did that yesterday.”  I wanted to tell him HE didn’t DO anything; I did.  But I knew that was eating him too and he wouldn’t see the humor.  He looked at Kent.  “It’s really okay with you?”

Kent laughed.  “Okay?  OKAY?  I thought it was fucking HOT; although I admit to being jealous he’s had that beautiful piece of yours and I haven’t … yet.”

Mack looked at me.  “You were hard as I’d been when we finished and I didn’t do anything for you.  We just went and played tennis with you having blue balls.”

“Well to begin with I get sex every damn day with this stud,” I gestured to Kent and then let my hand run up his inner thigh and rubbed his balls for a minute; Mack’s eyes followed intently and his dick twitched.  “So I was hard yeah because getting you off turned me on; but I was also cool with waiting to get off again until Kent got home.  And by the way we had LOADS of fun when I told him all about what we’d done.  Of course if you want to … ”

I paused there and let that image roll around in Mack’s head.  When I was about to continue his face turned to questioning so I waited.

He turned slightly to look at Kent.  “So you just got home and you guys went at it?  No preliminaries and no negotiations?”

Kent laughed.  “Well I did text him and tell him to be ready because I had an entire day to think about being naked with him.”

“Niiice,” Mack sort of said to himself.

“Yeah and of course there is some ‘housekeeping’ to be done to make sure I’m ready,” I added.  Mack looked uncomfortable at that. “You know like feed Sasha so that Kent and I could go at it without him bothering us.”  Kent guffawed knowing that wasn’t what I’d meant at all.

Mack laughed a short uncomfortable laugh; but his dick throbbed and was wet at the tip again.  “There was something else,” he said and stopped.  We waited.  “Last night I was watching TV and there was a scene … not unlike what we did yesterday,” he directed to me.

“You mean a straight guy in critical need of someone to tell him and show him he’s a sexy beast?” I asked.  I wondered if he’d searched a gay or bi or curious movie.

“Well sorta.  Two friends and one made a move on the other when he was vulnerable.”

I bristled.  “Is that what I did?  I took advantage of the needy married guy in his time of need?  Preyed on the vulnerable under-sexed straight guy?”

Kent put his hand on my arm and it made me aware of how tense I’d gone.  Mack was also reacting.

“NO.  No that isn’t what I meant at all.”

“Oh well apparently I didn’t hear ‘made a move on’ and ‘vulnerable’ then?”  I was more angry than I should have been.

“NO Al it was my bad choice of words.  Look I’m trying to say that in the movie I was watching and thought back to how good it felt and well I uh well I whacked-off right there in the den watching it.”  When neither of us said anything he clarified.  “I was thinking how good you are at it.”  Another pause.  “How freaking much I enjoyed it!” he finally finished dramatically.

“Yeah and?”  He looked at me confused then looked at Kent.

“And what?” he asked.

“No that’s my question.”

“I don’t understand,” he said and obviously meant it.  Kent gave my arm a gentle caress clearly signaling me to go easy on him.

I took a breath and relaxed.  “Mack you’re a guy.  Your dick got hard.  The closest hole took your load.  By the way not for nothin’ but that was a BIG load; maybe you should take care of that more often.”  He blushed.  “And then with those protein shots I went and played spectacularly if I do say so myself.”  Kent guffawed.  “It’s just what guys do Mack.  Whether there’s a hole handy or a fist.  Whether you’re in your den alone or … “  That time I stopped not knowing where he usually took care of himself.

“I almost did it again when I got in bed.”  I remembered he and Lesley had separate bedrooms; different floors of their two-story house even.  “I never even think of that!” he said.

I honestly didn’t know what to add to this.  Kent was also content waiting.

“Then this morning I woke up with a raging hard-on like I wasn’t going to deny it.  Then in the shower all I could think of was you.”  He said the last with an almost angry look.  “I came so hard stroking-off I almost slipped and fell,” he said in a near protest.

Kent squeezed my arm to let me know he was taking this.  I noticed Mack’s bone was now oozing pre not just wet at the slit.   My own dick was hardening.

“Mack this is the part where your mother taught you to say, ‘Thanks!’; maybe in this case ‘thanks again’ since Al told me you thanked him yesterday.  See usually the cock-sucker thanks the guy he sucked.”

“I’m sure I did!” I confirmed.

Mack looked like we were crazy.  “Don’t you see dudes?  I WANTED it.  Last night.  This morning.  NOW for Christ’s sake!”

“Well we could have avoided waisting a lot of time if you’d just said that last part when you got here.  You’d be running on empty by now and smiling instead of … well however you’re upset.”  I stopped there not wanting to call him out on his straight-programmed bullshit and lost the opportunity to taste that fat veiny man-bone of his again.

“But what does it MEAN?” he shouted.  “Am I gay now?  I WANT you to do it to me again.  I think about it.  I don’t think of pussy; I think about you sucking and stroking me.  Hell I think about the way your hands felt all over my body!  Back in the frat it wasn’t like that.  Then it was just a convenience.  I got off with them if I wasn’t getting it from a girl.

Kent and I both laughed.  He said, “And that’s what we are Mack.  How many sexually frustrated married men have a ‘convenience’ just across the street?”

“But I THINK about it.  I THOUGHT about Al when I whacked-off.”

Kent put his degree to work.  “Isn’t it more likely you thought about the most recent real sex you’d had since the last was distant memory and this was fresh?  Weren’t you really thinking about how good it felt to have your dick appreciated and to have your body appreciated?  Did you think about Al’s hard dick?”

“Hell no!” he spat out faster than I’d have liked.

“Hey now!” I protested.

“Did you think about Al’s ass?”

“What?!  Fuck no!”

“Is there a point to this?” I said with mock indignity.

“Mack look at us right now.  Are we sexually interesting to you?  Desirable?”

“NO!” he said and then caught himself and laughed.  “Wait that came out wrong.”

We held a beat until he looked worried.  Then we laughed.

“Mack do you  want to get off now?”

“Yeah.  I’m horny as hell and all I can think about is what Al did to … er um what you did for me yesterday Al.  I may have played like shit afterward but I felt sexy for the first time in longer than I could remember.  And it was rad!”

“But it’s not US you want.  It’s not our bodies or cocks or balls or asses or even our mouths or hands specifically you’re wanting; it’s what you know we can do for you and we’ll make you feel?”

“Oh my god you make me sound like such a user!” Mack said and sort of deflated in his chair facing us; his dick didn’t.

Kent laughed.  “Congratulations Mack!  You’re officially … male.  And you’re definitely hetero.”

I added, “Or at the very minimum we’re not your types!”

“Well I don’t mean to … “

We cut him off laughing.  “Mack,” I said and Kent stood and cut in.

“How about we get down to business and take care of that?” he said reaching down and taking a good grip of Mack’s raging dick.

Mack hissed.  “Seriously?  It’s that … it’s okay that I just want … OHHHHHHHHH,” he moaned when Kent stroked him several times.

“Convenience Mack.  That’s what you have here,” I added and got to my feet and rubbed his left nipple.

Mack’s more sensitive left nipple went rock hard to my touch faster than his long moan lasted.  “Come on,” I said, pinching and pulling that hot spot of his,”

“OH FUCK!” He cried.

“Mack do you trust us?” I asked.

“I do but just don’t go too far with me,” he pleaded.

“What’s too far?” Kent asked.  “Do we need to give you a safe word?”

Mack had gotten to his feet whether from me pulling his nipple or Kent pulling his rod.  I reached around and rubbed his fuzzy hard butt-cheek.

“I don’t know.  I mean I don’t know what all … Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he moaned in response to my fingertips teasing his hole.

“Did that scare you?”  I asked.

Kent grinned at me.

“I uh well I kinda felt like I did when you played with my nuts; it surprised me because I didn’t know it would feel that good.”

We were walking toward our bedroom.  “Will it be too real if we we take you into our bedroom and really show you everything you’ve been missing out on as long as none of your holes are violated?”

Mack grinned and hissed when I rubbed his butt-hole again.  “I do trust you guys, but I might not last until we get there.”

Kent gave me a knowing glance and just like that Mack tensed against us and let out a long grunt.  “That’s it,” Kent said.  “Let it fly stud.”

I looked down and Mack’s cum was arcing out and splatting on the deck a very respectable distance from us.  He was jerking against us … or he was trying to get more of his hole touched by my finger.

“FUCK!” he swore.

“Next round,” Kent joked.

“WHAT?” he cried?

“KIDDING, straight boy!” Kent laughed.  “About the fucking; not about the next round.”

“I just came this minute!” Mack protested.  “Ohhhhhhhhhh mannnnnnnnnn!” he moaned as I rubbed his pucker and Kent bent to suck his lift nipple.  Quick study my husband!

I looked down and Mack’s fat dick was as hard as ever in Kent’s stroking grasp.  I took a chance and blew on his ear and he moaned again.  “Come on stud.  We’re going to send you home with those tanks empty.”

We took Mack in through the lanai French doors to our bedroom.  On the way I snuck a sniff of my finger and smelled nothing but sweat and soap; not a hint of anything to make me think twice about licking that hole.

Kent let go of Mack and he whimpered; my finger teasing his hole and returning my other hand to his left nipple turned that whimper into a moan of pleasure.  His fat veiny dick was still hard and his head was flared wider still from his orgasm a few minutes ago.

Kent got up on the bed at a diagonal angle.  “Get up here over me on your hands and knees,” he said.  Mack stiffened and I saw he looked worried.  “No cowboy not mounting my steed,” Kent clarified and motioned to the part of the bed above his head.  “Get your junk all in my face,” he added and licked his lips.

“Whew!” Mack exhaled and relaxed.  “I thought maybe you’d just said that before but now were going for it.  And DAYUM I thought Al was huge!”  He turned to me.  “You weren’t kidding about him.  I’m not used to being the smallest guy in the room,” he added with a laugh.

Kent jumped in emphatically.  “Mack you’re huge compared to most guys.  And size isn’t the important thing.”

“Yeah right!” Mack laughed.

Kent and I laughed too.  “Okay easy to say if you’re hung like we are.  But seriously Mack you’ve got an amazing cock there.”

Mack smiled and slowly broke away from me and went to our bed.  “Do you want me to wash off first?  I’m still dripping.”

“It’s cute you think that,” Kent teased.  “No and I am counting on there being plenty more dripping and then gushing. Doesn’t look like your cock disagrees,” he said with a nod to Mack’s protruding dripping bone and another lick of his lips.

Mack crawled up and got situated with his knees above Kent’s head facing above him.  “Ohhhhhh YEAH!” he cried when Kent swallowed him whole.

“Mmmmm you were right Al,” Kent said letting Mack’s dick loose for a moment.  “He tastes damn good!  Just strong enough but still sweet.”

As Mack started to protest, Kent sucked in his left ball.  “Hey guys I’m right … OHHHHHHH MAN!”

I knew what I wanted.  I crawled up over Kent and behind Mack and took a long swipe up his spread crack.  “Oh Jesus Christ!!!” Mack yelled.  I did that a few more times, putting more pressure on that hole each time and getting a louder moan each time also.

Kent was working Mack’s dick again; his neck and upper torso muscles rippled under my chin as he sucked that cock and Mack moaned and swore.  I went for the gold and stuck my tongue hard against his hole and pushed.  “WHAT THE … “ he yelled and then as my tongue breached his pucker and it opened welcoming me he yelled, OH.  MY.  GOD.”

I tongued his inside and kind of wished he wasn’t as squeaky clean as he was.  What straight guy cleans out his hole anyway?  But it tasted amazing and was hot and tight enough as he responded to my tongue inside him.

“OH FUCK I’M GONNA … UNNNNGGGHHHH!”

I felt his hole constricting and ejecting my tongue; I hoped that long grunt was pleasure and not something horrible about to happen.  Then I felt his pumping from inside and heard Kent glugging as Mack pumped out another load.

“Holy shit!” Mack panted and continued to blow his wad.  Kent continued swallowing and I gently licked his hole.

“FUCK!” he finally swore and dismounted from both of us and flopped over on his back.  “I’ve never cum twice like that before.  NEVER!”

I couldn’t help it; I was rubbing my hole on Kent’s up-standing hard-on.  Kent was letting me but not pushing it.

“Oh uh maybe I should … “ Mack stammered but couldn’t take his eyes away.

“Maybe you should stop thinking about what you ‘should’ and decide what you want instead,” Kent told him.

Mack looked caught.  But then he looked relieved.  He started to get up and said, “What I want is to take a piss.”  He got standing, headed to the bathroom, and stopped.  “Mind if I … WHOA!” he yelped when I went down to Kent’s balls on his hard dick.

“Help yourself,” Kent managed to say.

Mack stammered and took a few beats before he tore his eyes away from me gyrating on Kent’s monster rod all up in my guts.  Then he went into the bathroom and closed the door decidedly; I couldn’t remember the last time that door was closed.

Kent’s face turned serious.  “You are HORNY,” he began with a hard thrust into me.

“OOOOMMMMMMPPPHHHH!”  I grunted.

“As I am?” he continued and continued thrusting by up into me.

“Just FUCK me!” I pleaded as my leaking hard-on bounced on his upper abs and slung pre-cum into the air and splatted on him.

It didn’t take long for either of us.  I went off first and sprayed a big load all over Kent’s face, neck, and torso.  Kent went off with a long grunt and began filling my insides.

When we’d both stopped our grunts and moans and were just panting I said to Kent, “I wonder what he’s doing in there.”  We both laughed.

“Hiding,” Kent said and laughed again.  I did too.

I leaned down and kissed my husband; I managed to catch some of my splattered seed as we did.  “We have such a great life,” I told him very seriously.  Before he could reply I kissed him again and he wrapped his arms tight around me and kissed me back as I felt his  previously softening dick inside me stir again.

I JUMPED off him eliciting a “Whoa!” from him.

“Didn’t know I’m an acrobat did you?”

“I knew you’re a pole dancer,” he said and waved his dick at me.  “Close enough.”

“That I am.  Let’s go tell the traumatized straight guy he can come out now,” I suggested and held my hand out for his.

Kent took my hand and I loved watching his big arm muscles tense as he pulled himself up and his shoulder, chest, ab, and leg muscles do the same.  “God damn you’re hot!” I told him.

Kent swatted my butt and made me yelp and run to the bathroom door to escape.

When I opened the door we were both laughing.  We startled Mack who was in our wet room looking at the controls with a defeated face.  “You guys mind if I shower?  Or I can go to your pool shower if you want.  I just didn’t want to … interrupt.”

I stepped past him and touched the control panel to wake it up and then again.  Water came from all the heads and I stepped in. “Come on there’s room for all of us and the water’s perfect.”

Mack looked at Kent who made a motion to usher him under the sprays and then joined me as did Kent.  I grabbed a good handful of body wash and surprised Mack by rubbing my lathered hands all over his hairy pecs.  “We’ll send you home even cleaner than when you got here.”  Kent followed my lead.  Together we touched every square inch of our studly neighbor and jacked another load out of his neglected balls to his surprise and great pride.

When we were finally drying ourselves Mack said, “I really don’t know about all of this.”

Kent took hold of him by his hanging dick and hairy balls.  “You know where to come if you need … attention.  That’s all there is to it.  Oh and interested in some tennis?  Al got a match with you yesterday; I could do with some … MORE exercise today after being inside that lecture hall all day yesterday.”

Mack drew himself to a very erect stance.  “Men I salute your stamina.  But I have to decline today.  All I want is a sandwich and then a nap.  You’ve worn me out.”

I turned to Kent.  “He wants to go home and beat-off without us!”  I winked and Kent laughed.

Mack gave us a playful smirk.  “I can neither confirm nor deny.”

We followed him to the lanai to get his board shorts and flip-flops and told him, “See you around,” as he left.

“We’ll definitely see him soon,” Kent said mirthfully as we went back to our day.