A Neighbor in Need

Almost two weeks after we’d heard that Mack left on an unplanned trip to Detroit to join his wife and teenage kids my husband and I were coming down off an incredibly intense mid-day fuck-fest; in fact his mammoth hard-on was still balls-deep in my guts and twitching.  For the record we’d fucked twice after some serious arousal at the gym that Sunday morning.

“Did you hear the ring alert for the back door?” I asked Kent with my face buried in the mattress and him on top of and in me.

“Hun the only thing I heard was both of us screaming ‘oh yes’ and you screaming ‘Harder; don’t stop; deeper!’,” he panted in my ear without otherwise moving.  He was in a heap on me trying to catch his breath.  To be fair he’d fucked my lights out and deserved to be worn-out; some serious straight married bro scenery at the gym proved inspirational.  We’d planned to gym it in the morning then go home, hit our bikes, ride to the beach, and catch some lunch.  Instead we’d launched at each other when we got in the car and nearly forgot ourselves there in the parking lot. 

He wasn’t lying about the screaming exclamations.  And the really amazing thing is that he and I have been together for over six years and married over five of those; still we fuck like it’s a Saturday night hook-up.  Not bad if I say so myself for a mid-fifties guy like me and a husband not far off twenty years my junior.

Said husband also has a monster dick; on well on the far side of eight and a half thick inches and nearly nine.  It felt like he’d blasted his load directly into my stomach and his twitching head was still up in there.  I tried to reach my glasses on the side chest but couldn’t from where I was impaled and pinned.  “Do you see my glasses?”

He gave a long sigh and then lifted his upper body away from mine.  That caused his massive hard-on to shift inside me and put pressure on my prostate.  “FUCK!” I hissed.

“We just did,” he dead-panned.  “Twice.”

“You’re telling me!  My ass feels like you used a gnurly log on my chute.  Oh wait; you did!”

We laughed and Kent eased the length of said log out of me as carefully as he could; I still cursed and hissed particularly as the head popped free and my pucker was trying to close again.  He flopped down on his back next to me as he handed me both my glasses and phone; I didn’t need my glasses to be distracted my his massive meat waving proudly in the air despite those two championship fucks.

“Ahhhhhh,” he moaned and I knew the ceiling fan and air con were cooling his hot sweaty front as it was now my back.  He looked over and saw me eyeing his still-proud member.  “I could go either way but I’m betting my favorite fuck-hole needs more time to regenerate than my cock needs,” he said smugly.

He always knows when he’s done a spectacular job ravaging my hole.  I put on my glasses and lifted my phone.  “See there was an alert,” I told him and held my phone screen so we both could watch as I clicked to watch the alert.

We were both stunned to see a stunningly shirtless Mack walking up, reaching out with an envelope in his hand and then lost sight as it was too close; he’d apparently stuffed it in the door jam.  Then his wide shoulders, muscular v-shaped back, finer ass, and long muscular legs as he walked back down our drive and across the street toward his house and out of the frame.

Kent was up in a flash and headed out the bedroom door.  “I can’t wait to read this!”

I was thinking that Mack is hotter than any of the younger straight married bros we’d perved on at the gym; my dick was agreeing.  Then I began thinking about Mack and the envelope.

I can’t say I lay peacefully awaiting Kent’s return.  Instead about twenty-five versions of venomous confirmations that we’d lost a good friend were what occupied me as I speculated about the envelope’s content.  That and knowing that Lesley had said she and the kids were saying through next weekend and possibly longer if the humidity there stayed low; he wasn’t ever intending to go to his in-laws’ and now he’s returned from his unplanned trip a week before his family. 

Kent returned and flopped down next to me again.  His scent magnified the sexy stench of our sweat and cum and endorphins that was thick in the air of our bedroom.  He held the letter so I could see how it was addressed.  Just our first names; handwritten on an envelope from his former company.  Guess he was using up the stock.

“Well Jesus open it!” I urged impatiently.

Kent chuckled and ripped the envelope open.  I steeled myself for the vitriol.  Kent pulled out a single sheet folded in thirds; a Home Depot gift card and receipt fell out.

“What the … ?” we both said at once.  Then I unfolded the receipt that was wrapped around it and looked.  “One.  Thousand.  Fucking.  Dollars!” I said haltingly.  Kent whistled.

Then Kent read the accompanying page.

“Dear Kent and Al:

“Please accept my apology for the way I behaved when we saw each other last.  I retract what I said and thank you for your friendship.

“Your friend (if you’ll accept me again), 

“Mack”

“That was nice; the note I mean,” Kent said.

“NICE?” I erupted.  “A NOTE?  And a FUCKING GIFT CARD?  A thousand fucking dollars?”  I had my messages open in my phone and was thumbing Mack a doozy!

Kent started to say something then stopped and watched my screen.

Text to Mack:  “Got the envelope.  The gift; no fuckn way.  The apology; sure if you can man-up and TALK to us instead of acting like some woman or teenaged boy and leaving a note and running!”

I hit SEND before Kent could get out what he obviously wanted to say.  “What?” I asked him.

He put his hands up.  “You’re not wrong,” he said with some hesitancy.

“Well SERIOUSLY?” I moaned with indignation.  “A fucking thousand dollar gift card?  These rich people in here are all the same!”

Kent snorted.  “Says my retired husband who wanted to live in here.”  I started to say something.  “And bought a house for cash.  Just like the Burnstags.”

I started to say something but stopped myself.

“All I’m saying hun is that Mack isn’t an asshole.  He’s having a rough time with what he thought he knew … as it turns out maybe about shat a straight man’s asshole can do for him among other things.”

We both laughed at that.

I thumbed another response since he’d already ready mine and so if I edited it he’d know.  To Mike:  “Apology accepted unconditionally.  And I offer ours … because if we left you uncomfortable that was the last thing we wanted to do.”  Before I hit SEND I turned the phone to Kent.  “Okay dad?” I asked mockingly.

“Fuck you!” he playfully responded and pushed my shoulder.

“Ouch!  You did that.  Seriously ouch; you got me good that last time.  Not that I’m complaining!”

I hit send at the exact moment that the bubbles appeared to let me know Mack was typing.  The text hit moments later.

From Mack:  “May I come over.  To talk?”

I typed back immediately.  To Mack:  “Of course friend; and you can take the gift card back with you.  We’ll put some clothes on and meet you at the front door.”

As we got up to head to the closet I saw the bubbles.  From Mack:  “Please don’t dress just for me.  I feel bad enough already without making you adapt to me.”

“Hmmmm,” Kent said when he saw the text.  He was already pulling-up a pair of OP board shorts that make his abs, butt, and most of all his package pop.

I watched him tie the waist laces and raised my eyebrows.  “Hmmmm indeed!”

Kent turned to the shelf and came back toward me with his hand out.  In it he offered a deep blue square-cut Speedo that was a match for Burt Lancaster’s in The Swimmer over fifty years ago.  Kent had told me when he got it for me that if Burt Lancaster had my body the movie would have been x-rated.  That was of course before the accident and my “racing stripes” from three open-heart surgeries.

I raised my eyebrows.  “Let’s see what’s really going on with him,” Kent said in response and pushed the skimpy suit at me.

Ring chimed that Mack was approaching around the corner of the garage to the front door.  I was finishing tying my waist draw-string when I rounded into the foyer.

Mack walks like a baseball player; he has a jock’s body and movements.  Mack rounded and walked the long walk toward our glass front door; Sasha joined us with his tail wagging to show his enthusiasm for our visitor.  When Mack got to the door his own face was a bit rueful.

Kent opened the door and Mack started talking immediately.  “I’m so sorry.  I freaked-out plain and simple.  I no way think you’ve done anything wrong;  truly sorry for what I said.  And sorry about the note and the … ”

“Would you like to come in?” Kent interrupted and asked sensibly.  Sasha gave a short low WOOF to show his agreement.

Mack walked in a bit stiffly and stopped there in the foyer.  Kent closed the door.  We all stood awkwardly.  I handed him the gift card.  “Not because we’re pissed-off; because we’re not.”

Mack hung his head and reiterated his apology.  “I mean it; I’m truly sorry for what I said and how I left last week.”

Kent and I both hugged him.  “It’s okay man really.  It takes a big man to admit when he’s wrong,” I told him enjoying his warmth and hard body.

“We maybe should have been more sensitive in the way we helped you take care of your needs,” Kent told him.

Sasha woofed again to let Mack know he was awaiting his turn.  We all took note and laughed then we separated.  Mack bent and gave Sasha his greeting; his amazing ass was in the air and his tennis shorts today showed that cake beautifully.  His pose also showed that he was wearing another jock-strap; ‘another’ because we still had the one he’d shed before and left behind after his fateful first anal orgasm.

Before Mack stood I reached over and gave each of his hard butt-cheeks a rub.  Then he stood and looked at me.  “Uh yeah about that.”

“Too soon?” I asked playfully.

“Would you like to sit down Mack?” Kent asked hospitably and glared at my offending hand.  “Some water?  Maybe something else?”

“All those; the something else being some honest conversation?” he asked.

“When Kent and I have honest conversation we do it naked,” I said and earned a playful smack from my husband.

“I’m fine with that.  I’m fine with a lot that I thought I had to think through,” Mack said and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts.

We looked at each other.  Kent winked. “Well let me get you that water and let’s take this in and sit.”

On my face if I have anything to say about it! I thought.

It was beastly hot out; high humidity too as huge powerful thunderstorms were rolling up.  With the lanai was out for seating and I looked toward the living room then through the breakfast room through into the den.  Kent sensed my indecision and motioned to our rooms in the other as he reached the kitchen.  Such a good idea.

I cocked my head toward our rooms and Mack grinned; and he followed.  When we were through the outer door and in our sitting room I stopped and unceremoniously stripped off my Speedo before flopping onto the leather sofa.  The surfaces were cool from the air con but not unpleasant.

Mack followed suit and kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shorts and jock strap in one removal.  As his junk swung free and his tangle of untamed bush was bared I realized that his abandoned sweaty jock-strap which we’d used in several fun interludes was on the dresser next to my side of the bed; thinking ahead of course to taking Mack in there and ravishing him … and having to explain.

Kent arrived with bottles of water for all of us just as Mack was settling on the matching sofa opposite me.  Kent passed us the water bottles including his own, shed his shorts, and flopped down next to me facing Mack and propping his leg up on the cocktail table before taking back his bottle.  His knee was splayed out and Mack was face-on with Kent’s formidable junk.  I thought about putting my foot up but decided to just give a wide floor-footed manspread instead.

Mack chuckled.  “Funny how this not only doesn’t bother me it turns out that it turns me on at several levels; honestly if you’d told me a couple of weeks ago that I’d be into sex with guys … “

“Is that what you wanted to talk about?” Kent asked gently.  “What you thought you needed to think through?”

“Yes and no,” Mack answered enigmatically and took a long pause.  His eyes were on ours most of the time but they darted down and back a few times.  His dick showed his interest as it hardened slowly.

“You might have to give us a clue bro,” I prompted.

He took a big breath.  “First I want you to know how much I appreciate the pleasure you’ve given me.”

Kent turned to me.  “Is he breaking-up with us?” he joked.  Or maybe it wasn’t a joke?

The thought didn’t linger.  “NO!” Mack interjected firmly.  “At least I don’t think so; and I was hoping the opposite.”  We both waited.  “I was hoping you’d accept my apology and we could go on … “

“Go on,” I prompted him when he stopped.

Mack never looked away other than to glance frequently at our junk.  He had to get out whatever he needed to get out.  Finally he stretched and then ended with his muscular arms up, the tufts of his dark pit hair exposed, his hands clasped behind his head, and his own knees wide.  His fat dick was half-hard and arcing out over his big hairy balls that hung low off the front of the sofa .  “Okay here’s the deal,” he restarted.

Kent nudged me very slightly with his hip; I had to stifle a guffaw.  And truly Mack had no fucking clue how easy this could be.  “Uh huh?” Kent asked in his best Janet Weiss voice with big eyes and all.  I’m sure it was lost on Mack.

“I’m married.  It may be a marriage that’s seen better days but I’m committed to it.  Financially and more importantly emotionally.  So it’s not like I can wander off and find some pussy to take care of my … needs without huge guilt and huge financial risk.”  He paused.  We waited.  “And honestly all the beatin’ off had affected my forehand!”  He waited for the laugh.

“Sometimes we have tough decisions to make about priorities,” I dead-panned.  He laughed at that.

“Sometimes you get caught-up and go with something that’s WAY outside your comfort zone; then ya gotta pull your head together.  Then it goes another step.  And another.  And it’s like a rip-tide and you’re too far gone to see the shore and can’t get back and you need a lifeguard if you wanna get back to shore; but in this case … ”

I looked at Kent and he looked at me; we both wondered if we were the rip-tide, the shore, or lifeguards.  We turned back while Mack collected himself.  And waited.

He was breathing heavily like he might be having an anxiety attack.  He’d brought his arms down and was clasping his thighs tightly now and hunched over.

“Mack can I suggest something?” Kent asked gently.

He anppeared instantly relieved.  The tension in his body immediately lessened and he said, “Please because I’m so not good at this.”

Neither of us said, “No shit.”

Kent leaned forward; because of his foot on the table he was basically bent in half.  The movement had made his balls and dick move and my eye caught that and held my gaze until they were motionless again which took long enough that I had to focus on what he’d started saying as he finished.

“Let me suggest that you stop thinking of how to say what you came over to tell us.  Instead just start with what the outcome is you want; today, in general, whatever’s on your mind.”

He took a deep breath.  “Okay.  Yeah.  Well here’s the deal.  Until you got me off that other day it was the first time in years that I got off without it being my own hand.  Even when Lesley and I … “. He stopped when he noticed both of us now tensed.  “I’ll just say that there’s not enough enjoyment that I don’t have to finish myself off.  For YEARS!”  We were grateful it wasn’t more graphic; but not by much.

Shocking revelation.  But still could be fun, I thought.  “I’m gathering you two don’t enjoy the facial thing?”

He looked confused until Kent gave the universal signal for jacking-off and immediately followed it my miming with the same hand something splashing his face.  That time Mack guffawed.  “Are you kidding me?  That would be like … well like an act of war.  Is that really something guys … er gay guys really get into?”

“You were right the first time,” I kicked back at him with a bit of pique.

“I dunno,” he said.  But then he immediately followed with, “Not that I haven’t splashed my own face every now and then.  What guy hasn’t when he’s that worked-up and blows a big one?”

“If you think you’re an average guy Mack think again!” Kent cut in.

Mack stopped and looked as if he’d contest that.  Then he slowly broke into a grin.  “If I was an average Joe I wouldn’t have the interest of two studs like you!”  We both started to say something and then stopped.  “The doctor?  He’s seriously hot.  He’s your league.  I’m barely able to hold my own.”  He was referring to our former third Jef; Jef is now in a relationship with another of our play-mates Ehsan.  And Mack realized the last thing he’d said and laughed.  “Well when you guys help out I don’t have to hold my own; do I?”

“Sorry we took you off-track,” Kent interrupted him.  “So when Al blew you not only was it probably the best blow-job you’d ever had … “

“Awwwww, thank you my love!” I cut in.  “I’d kiss your dick for that but I’d throw my back out with the position you’re in.  Unless I got on my back under you … “

“All in good time,” Kent told me.  “And you’re welcome,” he added with a wink.  We both turned to Mack.

“Well actually yeah; everything has been the best.  Which is WHY I freaked-out.”

“It wasn’t because you’re straight and discovered you like butt-sex?” I threw in.  Kent elbowed me; hard.  “Well he … “ I started but stopped when Kent gave me a stern look.  Again we turned back to Mack.

He looked caught.  “Yeah that was a big part initially but … honestly it’s like I tried heroin when you sucked me and now I’m hooked.   Then you did the … you know the butt thing and it was like a hundred times the intensity.  I ran off to Detroit and who knows what the living fuck I was thinking.  We even … when she was really drunk which is basically the only time it’s possible and good thing she’s always drunk … and all I could think about was how NOT good it was … compared to … “

“Compared to letting someone else do all the work to pleasure you?” I shot back.  That time no reproach from Kent.

Mack sucked a breath.  “Yeah no doubt that.  But what I meant was how good it was WITH you.”

Kent went gently again.  “So Mack what is it you want?”

“Seriously?” he asked.  Kent and I just obviously looked down to his hard-on.  “Yeah.  Well I was hoping for … more.”

“Easy!” I said.  I thought about working in that some participation would be nice other than showing-up with a hard dick and a sweet load but I decided against that.  After all I was the one who told Mack that gay guys would be eager to just suck him.

“Done!” Kent said.

“Now bend the fuck over and let me get my tongue in that beautiful hairy asshole of yours,” I ordered him.

“Wha … “

“Mack!” Kent said sternly.  He snapped his head to Kent.  “Your cock jumped when Al told you he was going to suck your hole.  Just stop thinking and do it.”

Mack laughed uneasily; he looked down and gave his fat veiny dick a slap.  “Traitor!”

“Like most dicks; he’s honest,” I said.  When  Mack got up we both stood too.  He started to head for the bedroom itself and I stopped him.  “Here’s good.  Just bend over the sofa.”

“Oh whoa okay then,” he said and turned and put his forearms on the low back of the sofa, spread his feet wide, arched his back, and stuck that beautiful hairy bubble-butt out.

“Mmmmm,” Kent said looking at his luscious butt.

“You’re not going to … you know try … “ Mack looked up and asked.

“Nothing you’re not ready for,” Kent replied.

“He’s asking if we’re going to fuck him up the ass,” I clarified for Kent.

Kent smirked.  “Certainly not until he’s ready!”

“UNTIL?” Mack cried.

“I see the future Mack.  But not the timetable,” Kent answered matter-of-factly.

Mack gave a huge sigh.  “I kinda knew it would get to that sometime,” he said with less resignation in his tone than was implied by his words.

Kent and I looked at each other.  I got to my knees and took a long tongue-swipe from his dangling sac all the way up to the hairy tuft in the small of his back.  “FUCKKKKKKK!” Mack hissed.  On my way back down I tweaked his pucker with my tongue and got a longer, “Fuuuuuuuuuck yeahhhhhhhhhh!”

Kent came around and got on the floor between Mack’s widely separated feet with his back to the back of the couch. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Mack moaned and I didn’t have to look to know my husband had swallowed Mack’s fat veiny hard-on.

I penetrated Mack’s hole with less effort than I thought it would take.  He tasted tangy; sweat and just enough of Mack.  “Oh my fuckin’ god!” he cried.  I couldn’t be sure it was my tongue in his hole that made him cry out; I could feel Kent’s slow and steady work on Mack’s tool too as our chins jousted.

I took a moment to spit on the delicious budding rose and that got a gasp from Mack; or it was my tongue out of his hole and him missing it. Then he moaned long and low and I knew Kent had him in the zone.  I stood and rubbed my slick fat dick-head over Mack’s hole.  Expecting resistance I was surprised.

“I knew you’d want my ass eventually!” he hissed.  Then before I could ask permission, “Just fuckin’ do it already!  Can’t be any worst than having my sternum cracked open.”

Kent gave my sac a nip with his teeth that sent a jolt of added excitement through me.  Then he scrambled out and up and around onto the sofa facing Mack. 

I knew exactly what Mack meant.  And I really wanted inside this straight stud.  I pushed.  He yowled.  I pushed harder.  He yowled louder.  I SHOVED … and popped in.

“Oh fuckin’ Jesus fuck that hurts!!!” he shouted.  I eased-up on the pressure but he reached back and clamped a strong grip with his hand on my ass and pulled me and snapped his head around to look at me.  “Don’t you fuckin’ dare stop!” he bellowed.  “I may never do this again but I’m doing this now so just FUCKING DO IT!”

“You heard the man,” Kent said. 

“And someone kiss me damn it!” Mack demanded.

“I’ve got that,” Kent told me.  I saw him grab Mack’s head, and clamp their lips together.

“Mmmmm,” Mack moaned.

And then when I PULLED HARD to get my head out of him he screamed into Kent’s kiss.  “I’ll be right back in there.  Lube!” I called back as I bounded into our bedroom.

I nearly yanked the drawer out by Kent’s side of the bed and threw things around until I found an ancient bottle of desensitizing lube.  I remembered when we’d unpacked it when we’d moved in laughing with Kent; I hadn’t needed it forever but when we were first together his monster dick made it a necessity if we wanted to go more than once.  I was counting on the tightness of Mack’s virgin hole to get me off if my hard-on was anesthetized; I’d never used it topping so didn’t know how it would affect me.

When I got back the two of them were really into the kiss.  I was surprised again when I saw Mack’s hands roaming around Kent’s body as his moans came back into my ear-shot; all above the waist but liberally enjoying Kent’s ass, abs, pecs, and back.

I squeezed-out a liberal amount of the lube and got first one finger then two inside Mack and rubbed the goop around; I’d half-expected my fingers to lose feeling but it was just the slightest change in sensation.  Mack worked himself back onto my fingers eagerly and moaned louder; when I withdrew his continuous moan changed pitch until I pressed my still-raging head against his still-tight pucker and first pushed then shoved in.

Mack again screamed into their kiss but this time neither did he grab me to pull me into him nor did I ease-up at all.  Kent broke the kiss still holding Mack’s head.  “CHRIST!” Mack hissed.

“Push out like you’re shitting!” Kent quickly ordered.  “Don’t think about it just do it!”  Then he was back sucking Mack’s face again.

I felt Mack opening and pushed in about half of me all at once.  There wasn’t any scream though the moaning volume intensified.

Mack bucked when I hit his second ring but then he renewed his pushing and I was through and balls-deep.  I wrapped my arms around him and held inside him like that for a beat; then I pulled out half-way and pushed back in as I tweaked both his nipples.  He pushed back and ground into me when I did; I was obviously cleared for take-off.

My dick wasn’t numb but it was definitely desensitized some.  Mack’s channel was tighter than hell when he stopped the pushing so the moment’s renewed worry over whether I’d get off or not was quickly dispelled.  I pumped that squeezed chute of his and pounded into him to the moans and growls coming from my new bottom and from my husband as they sucked face.

I heard a moan and caught a glimpse of Mack’s hand around Kent’s huge hard-on and it sent a flash of heat through me.  Mack was rubbing Kent’s pre around the massive head and then stroking up and down the length and back to polishing the knob again.  I fucked Mack harder both excited by and also a bit jealous of his hold on my husband.

“Fuck yeah!” my husband gasped.  “You know how to treat a man’s cock and nuts; don’t be afraid with mine.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmgggghhhhhmmmmm!” Mack groaned.

I was soundly fucking that hole and I’d be lying if I didn’t disclose that the desensitization allowed my mind to drift a little; to the unpleasant prospect of what condition might be present in Mack’s bowels.  Not the thing I wanted on my mind; the hygiene logistics of a straight virgin!  I pushed that thought out of my mind and angled my thrusts until Mack was bucking and jerking and yelping into Kent’s lips.

Kent and Mack both sucked in breaths and started babbling.

“Fuck yeah work my fucking pole!”

“Oh god yeah; don’t stop that!” Mack shouted and kept gyrating his ass to intensify the hits on his prostate and rub it against my shaft after each impact.  “FUCK YEAH!” was usually when my head’s ridge knocked it again on the way back followed by a needy moan until I slammed into it again and his body bucked and jerked and cried-out again.

Finally I felt him tense up and heard his moan change to more of a strained groan and knew another couple of jabs would do it.  Then he cried-out and Kent encouraged him.  “Yeah buddy that’s it isn’t it?”

“OHHHHHHFUCKKK!” he moaned as I felt his body break into spasms.

“YEAHHHHAAAAA WHOA buddy yeah shoot that scuzz!” Kent joined in the cries and I caught the sight of one strong shot’s splat down the back of the sofa after another.

That set me off and I was moaning into my own shots driving myself as deep as I could inside Mack’s no-longer-virgin hole.

“Holy hell I’m taking it from you!” he hissed and panted.  And that’s when his hand came back and held me in him tight again.  “You close buddy?” he directed to Kent.

He was; I could tell from his face all clenched in a grimace.  I felt Mack’s body moving with his aggressive tugs on Kent’s hard-on and enjoyed the sight as I dumped my load.  I had the presence of mind to reach forward enough to grab Kent’s swinging sac; he loves his balls squeezed and rubbed when he cums.

“Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Kent sighed and began shooting long shots that splatted on the leather.

“Yeah that’s it let it all go,” Mack said as if Kent had a choice.

The sweat was running and its musky male aroma was as thick in the air as the cum and our pheromone endorphins.  I just hoped no other less pleasant scent became present; there was that inevitable thought again.

“This isn’t going to feel great,” I warned Mack as I began to pull out of him.  I watched with trepidation as my dick became visible.

“So far it’s … FUCK you weren’t kidding!” He suddenly spat out as my wide head cleared his ring.

“Wow, nothing but shine and cum,” I couldn’t help but verbalize looking at my dick and the cum running out of his hole and onto the LVP.

“Really?” Kent asked and looked over with surprise.

“What?” Mack asked.

“Don’t ask!” Kent told him then couldn’t help adding.  “You must be an easy colonoscopy,” and laughed at his own joke.

“Huh?” Mack asked, turning to me.

“Really you don’t want it explained,” I told him.

Then Kent again couldn’t restrain himself.  “Al was about eight inches inside a virgin hole and came out clean.  You were born to bottom.”

Mack said with no small bit of discomfort, “Oh.”  Then his face snapped to a different level of discomfort.  “OH … oh yeah!  Uhhhhh … “

“Enough of that topic!” I declared like I used to when my teenagers’ bathroom humor got too much.

Kent reached down and gave Mack’s sagging hard-on a few strokes.  That caused Mack to moan.  “Mmmmmmm,”

“Go again?“

Mack interrupted him.  “I just came!”

“And you just got ass-fucked for the first time.  Maybe you should fuck an ass … “

”Well uh … “ Mack stammered.  “I did that.”

“Oh right your frat fags,” I interrupted him that time.

Mack’s face was grave.  “I can’t say I never used that word back then when I was a dumb kid; but never since.  Really!”  I didn’t point out that I’d used it not him.  “But no I uh well I tried-out butt-sex on a guy in Detroit.”

We both gasped.  “You did?” we asked simultaneously.

“Well … I mean not taking it; I fucked a guy up the butt there.”  He paused and then quickly added, “With a condom!  I don’t know him.”

We were both intrigued; all of us standing there dripping cum thought Mack was double-dripping from his dick and his puffy hole.

Kent as usual had an idea.  “I don’t know about you two but I’m starving.”  He always was after; and it was late for lunch.  “Why don’t we take a quick shower and I’ll rustle us up some lunch while Al cleans-up this mess?”

I started to protest the clean-up duty; just joking of course.  But Mack had a different idea.  “If it’s all the same to you I don’t want to shower this experience off me yet.  But I am hungry.  Why don’t we go to the club and grab some grub?”

“Grub?”  I keep forgetting he’s straight then a word like “grub” snaps me back.

“Outside on the veranda where we’ll be less … ,” Kent suggested.

We all gave that a laugh.  Mack added, “Yeah, with those guys who knows who’s getting what and I don’t want them getting the scent and pulling a train on my sore butt!”

I wasn’t at all sure he wouldn’t want just that.

“Well there’s Gavin,” Kent interjected referring to the very hunky jacked young waiter we often flirted with.  He was either straight or not into daddies or not into couples … or blind!  I laughed at my own joke.  “You know you’d do him in a heartbeat,” Kent shot at me.  “And I’d be right there with you,” he added and leaned across the sofa and gave me a kiss.

“So?  I’ll go get something on to go up to the club?  Meet you there in fifteen?”

We didn’t break our kiss but nodded and gave him a hand signal to go.  Maybe we’d go; maybe we wouldn’t.