A Neighbor in Need

We debated briefly: shower or no shower as Mack had requested.  For us this should have been a no-brained; then again it was our club and we have some appearances to maintain.  LOL. We finally WTF’d and pulled on some shorts, shirts, and shoes to head up to meet Mack for some much needed nourishment.  By the time we were at the door to the garage we both had the same idea.  “Let’s walk.  What’s a ton more sweat on top of our current state?” I asked my husband Kent.

Kent grinned and put his arm around my shoulders and neck tight as we walked; his exposed pit and the strong aroma that is uniquely him made me chub in my shorts … which could be a problem since I went commando.  “More might put me over there edge and I’ll have to drag you into the men’s locker room and fuck you into oblivion!”

“Then let’s jog it!” I teased him back and gave him a kiss on the side of his handsome face.

Any thought of jogging was dispelled when we opened the side garage door and were assaulted by the oppressive humidity and heat outdoors.  The hobby of the former owner of our house was motorcycles; some said he had as many as fifty and he worked on them constantly.  He had air conditioned the garage; and while we initially scoffed at the extravagance by that first Florida July we had the garage a constant seventy-six and had ever since.  Opening the door into a dripping blast furnace was sobering.

“No jogging at this time of day,” Kent said.

“Not unless it starts raining,” I added.  It was quite possible; but as Florida showers tended to be fickle it would most likely happen after we had arrived at the club.

The walk wasn’t unpleasant aside from the heat; a very slight ocean breeze was something.  To me after going through my near-death experience and spending fourteen weeks inside two different hospitals I relished being outdoors under any condition.  But as predicted we arrived at the club freshly sweated through our clothes; frankly despite my ravenous hunger I’d have preferred a cool shower in the locker room over lunch.

The usual afternoon host greeted us but kept his distance; his nose showed he’d noticed not only our sweated-through appearance but aroma.  “Mr. S and Mr.S; glad to have you with us today.  Mr. Burnstag opted for the veranda and said you’d be fine with that?” he confirmed anxious for us to agree.

“You don’t need to go out in the heat Jon,” Kent offered.  “We’ll find him.”  He was already walking ahead and I followed leaving Jon the host murmuring gratitude.

“Hey guys!” Mack called out as we emerged onto the veranda.  He was seated very comfortably indeed at a table at the far corner of the rear veranda; his arms behind his head, shirt with sleeves short enough to expose his sweaty tufts of pit hair, leaning back with a wide spread to his knees, and my money was on him him being commando and thus close to a dick slip.

“You look comfortable!” I said to him.

Mack gave a quick look around before he acknowledged that.  Then with a smirk he said, “Other than nearly giving myself away when I sat my sore ruined butt on this hard deck chair I’m feeing plenty comfortable after the best sex of my life!”

Kent interjected.  “Don’t build Al’s ego up too much or he’ll want to top me all the time!”

Mack’s face had suddenly changed to alarm and he was looking behind us.  When we looked as we were sitting down we saw our waiter right behind us with two very large iced tea glasses full of ice and water and a large pitcher full of only ice.  “Afternoon messrs S!” he greeted us enthusiastically.  “Mr. B said you’re all hydrating after some serious exertion and to watch for you and bring water as soon as you got here.”

“Perfect Gavin thanks,” Kent said to our favorite waiter.  He took his glass from Gavin before he put it on the table and downed about a third of it.  “Mmmmmm works for the thirst I’ve built-up; for water at least,” he said with a sly look up and down our the hunky waiter.

Gavin looked at me with an inviting look.  “Are you as THIRSTY as your husband Mr. S?” he asked and put my glass down in front of me.  You were never sure with Gavin if the double entendres were planned and if so I’d that might be the chance it would lead somewhere.

Mack let out a soft, “Wow!” before I could answer.

“You’ve known the answer to that since the day you started here and we met Gavin,” I sparred back at him.  “You just never serve what I’m the most THIRSTY for,” I told him as I adjusted my thickening bulge in my shorts.

“Well maybe today we have a SPECIAL you’d enjoy,” Gavin shot back.  It went like this since his first day when we’d met him.  We’d eased his nerves and had offered him “further relief from his nervousness.”  He’d thanked us for the consideration and told us he might just need some relief … sometime.  So far that time had not arrived; we suspected that the young hunk never would take us up on our none-too-subtle advances but hope (like our dicks) springs eternal.

We all gave our orders and Kent and I enjoyed the sight of Gavin’s very fine jock ass as he walked away.  “You guys are too much!” Mack laughed.

“Oh damn; I was going for just enough and overshot again!” I mock lamented.

Mack leaned toward us.  “Yeah well my asshole can attest to your habit of doing that.”  His scent was strong and I swooned a bit before he sat back again; my dick chub from Gavin got some fuel as I inhaled deeply.

“The desensitizing lube helps,” Kent said.  “We should have brought it to give to you.”

“Yeah that’s what I need Les to find when she gets home; ass lube!” he scoffed.

“He has a point,” I joked.  “Not like you’d have it around for any reason; no need desensitizing her tired worn-out … “

“STOP!” Kent stopped me sharply.

“Sad to say but he’s right!” Mack added.

The air had become very still and our scents were again becoming strong.  Gavin re-emerged with salads for the hearty meals we’d ordered via text and made a show of sniffing as he put our plates down.  “You weren’t kidding about exertion Mr. B” he said.  “You’re not in your tennis duds so one might just speculate given you’re with these two very ACTIVE men.”

Mack had gone to take a drink and did a spit-shot worthy of a burlesque performer.  We just laughed and finally Mack joined in.  Yeah don’t tell Les when you see her!  Wink. Wink,” he over-compensated.

Gavin had a Cheshire Cat smile.  “You’d be VERY surprised the MANY things I don’t tell spouses,” and he whirled around and was off.

“You guys play with fire,” Mack commented.  We were both tucking-in and had to chew and swallow before we could answer.  “It’s kinda fun,” he said wistfully and took a lustful bite of his own salad.

“That’s us; KINDA fun,” Kent dead-panned and rolled his eyes in my direction.

“If the amount of your cum I wiped-up off our sofa is KINDA I’d need a mop bucket for LOADs of fun!” I continued the joke.

Mack leaned forward but was chewing and had to wait to swallow before he said, “Hey now I already told you that was the best goddamned sex I’ve ever fuckin’ had!  Seriously.  BUTT-sex!” he hissed barely audible.

“Relax Mack.  You did something new and you got pleasure out of it.  Put that on the GOOD DAY side of the t-account!” I told him between big bites of my own.

“Did you see the Rays are slipping? The Braves have a chance of taking the best win-loss percentage back.”  Kent is a huge baseball fan.  He grew-up with the Braves as his team.

“Yeah,” I answered.  I hope they do; you get so aroused when the Braves are ON TOP.”  I air-quoted the last and then we both laughed.

Mack chuckled.  “You two can make anything about sex!  I mean seriously; baseball?”

“Yeah baseball.  Hot bods, tight uni pants, muscles, sweat … “ I gave a long whistle which echoed.

“Anyway sex is the topic,” Kent threw out there and Mack snapped his head up looking alarmed.  “You were going to tell us about your walk on the wild side in Detroit,” he promoted Mack.

Mack relaxed a little and went back for the last of his salad.  We had almost devoured our very large salads also.  “Yeah that.  I seriously don’t know what I was thinking.  Well I know what I was thinking with!”

Gavin materialized and began clearing our salad plates.  “Bet those were some big heavy thoughts!” he teased.

“Save it for us,” I shot out.  “He’s a life-long hetero,” I told Gavin.  Then I added, “I’m betting just like you.”

Gavin grinned.  “I’m many things Mr. S … but right now I’m off to get three men who have built-up huge appetites in a mysterious way I might add AHEM their main courses.”  And he was off.

“So is he or isn’t he?” Mack asked.

“A fucking tease who knows how to flatter his customers for tips?” Kent answered his question with a question.

We all laughed.

“Yeah that for sure,” Mack said with a thoughtful look.  “But you guys have made me realize something; a guy can be gay and not otherwise be detectable.”

Kent and I both burst out, “DETECTABLE?” and laughed out loud.  I took over Mack’s education.  “First, that word is … absurd for its implication.  Second it’s not a word you want to use with gay people; it commonly denotes the status of a person with HIV who can’t transmit the disease because his … their viral load is undetectable when tested.”  I looked at Kent and he smiled; his approval of my explanation made my dick stir and my hole twitch.

“OH I get the second part but why absurd?  You two are the perfect example; out of context of your marriage or living situation nobody could detect your gayness.”

Again we both again blurted our reaction.  “GAYNESS?”

Gavin materialized at that moment under another tray this time filled with our lunch.  “Gayness?  Is it going around?  Mr. B you might need a vaccination or something!” he teased Mack.  He didn’t have a clue that at this point if Mack needed a vaccination it was probably too late.

“I uh I well I … “ Mack stammered.

“For what it’s worth Mr. S and Mr. S the first time we met on my first day here I thought you were brothers.  Made it kinda kinky when it became obvious to me you wanted my ass,” Gavin said.  “Can I get you anything else?”

Mack was open-mouthed and we just laughed.  When none of us said anything Gavin took the pitcher and topped-off our glasses with the ice which had quickly melted.  “I’ll refill this and be back.”

“He’s very straight-looking.  But the things he says … “  Mack shook his head.

“He’s also just as gay-looking.  Like us.  Mack you’ve probably spent hours in the locker room with gay or bi men and never knew it.  But getting back to what you did in Chicago … “ Kent prompted him.

He blushed.  “Long story or short story?”

I spoke-up.  “Give us the short story and we’ll decide if the long story is worth it.”

Mack laughed at that.  “Okay so I’m still feeling what you did to me.  I mean not FEELING it but remembering how it rocked my world.  AND how it rocked my self-confidence.  Then Les and I … and that was just a bad scene; I even lost my hard-on.  So there I am feeling emasculated; my butt, I can’t keep it up, and I’m horny as all get-out.”

He paused and we waited.  Finally I asked, “This IS the short version right?”

Mack laughed.  “Yeah.  That’s just so you know where my head was at.  So … I had all this shit in my head and I was close to the gay clubs … so I took a walk.”  We waited and saw Gavin approaching with a full pitcher of ice from behind Mack; we didn’t stop him.  “And I found a hot young guy and fucked the living daylights out of him!”

Gavin rounded Mack’s shoulder and startled him.  “Jesus I just broadcast that didn’t I?”

“Mr. B I already told you all secrets are safe with me.  But maybe I need the protection here not you if you’re making it a majority now?”

We didn’t laugh; we were too stunned by Mack’s admission.  Gavin took his leave as we awaited more.  “And?” I asked impatiently.

“And what?  It was a tight hole and the guy didn’t mind me taking my frustrations out on him.  And I did … even though the condom was a bit of a buzz-kill.”

“Full story.  NOW!” Kent demanded.

Mack got a playful glint and very slowly finished chewing the bite of his chicken he’d taken.  “Here’s the twist to the story; the guy I fucked?  He could be Gavin’s bro.”

“Mmmmm,” I mused on the image of Mack plowing Gavin’s very well-formed jock-butt.

“Go on,” Kent prodded.  Mack stopping every so often was becoming maddening.

“Okay here it goes.  Before I went for my walk I put on my tightest tennis shorts and no underwear.  I’d mistakenly packed one of Rowan’s v-necked tees instead of mine and pulled that on; skin-tight but you yourselves told me I have a good body and not just for a guy my age.  When I looked in the mirror I thought, ‘I’d do that guy in a second … if I was gay.’  So I took the walk the few blocks from my in-laws’ property to the bars in Ferndale.

“It was hot but not like here; still I felt myself sweat.  I honestly don’t know what I was looking for; validation certainly but of my straightness?  That the hot guys wouldn’t get me hard?  That I could turn and walk back toward downtown and maybe see if a woman found me attractive?  No way I’d do another woman of course.

“But the weird part was I’m walking along and getting looks from really hot men and really hot women both.  A lot of ‘Hi howya doing?’ kinda comments with overt looks checking me out.”

“Honestly Mack other than the tight tennis shorts and your son’s shirt chafing your bare skin and tugging at your fur none of that sounds weird,” Kent affirmed.

Mack blushed again.  “The shorts and shirt weren’t THAT tight.  The shorts just enough to make my dick print unmistakable; and the shirt well yeah that was pretty much skin-tight.”  He laughed.

“Anyway I’m enjoying the interest and it pretty much shifts to mostly men as I walk around Ferndale.  I stop to buy a hot dog … “

“Nothing Freudian there!” Kent joked.

It took Mack a moment; then he urgently protested.  “NO!  I wasn’t looking for dick.  Now way was that what I was after.”

“It was a joke Mack,” Kent chided him.  “And just so you know if you had been or are now that doesn’t in and of itself mean you’re not straight,” he reassured him.

He calmed a little. “I’m waiting for my hot dog and a really attractive younger guy orders.  The guy behind the counter flirted with me and with this other guy both.  But seriously what would he do if I or the other guy had been interested; he’s working!”

Kent and I looked at each other.  “He seriously doesn’t know about men’s room sex?” Kent asked me with an eye-roll.  

“As we’re waiting the young stud says as casually as if we were talking about the weather, ‘I’m hungry and I’m horny and I hate taking care of either of those alone.  Interested?’

“I was taken aback by the directness.  But I was intrigued … as my dick showed him and everyone else there.  He’s letting his eyes rape me and he notices.  ‘Is that a yes?’ he asks me looking right at my bulging shorts.

“I asked him, ‘What makes you think I’m gay?’ and he just looks me in the eye and says, ‘Nothing.  What I think is you’re a hot DILF.  I don’t care if that wedding band means you go home to your husband or your wife; in fact that makes things simpler for me either way and the simplest if it’s a wife.’  He was that direct.

“I was almost completely hard which was a near-serious problem in those shorts.  But right then I wasn’t thinking about how my crotch looked; I was thinking that I wanted to fuck.  Just fuck and get off.  I looked at him and found the courage to say, ‘I’ve got a lot of frustration built-up; think you could handle that?’

“He grins and looks down and then he looks back at me and says, ‘Whatever you need to unload I can handle it!’

“Right then the guy calls both of us and we go to the counter to get our orders.  The hot young buck looks at me and puts his hand on mine when we’re picking-up our hot dogs and says, ‘Our food CAME at the same time; that’s a good omen for what’s about to happen with us.’

“I stopped thinking about anything but getting off.  We walked two blocks to his building and ate our hot dogs on the way.  Not a word other than him asking if I’m ‘clean’ and me asking him back. He’s on PrEP; I’ve seen ads but didn’t know anything else besides it doesn’t protect from diseases other than HIV.  I tell him I won’t bring anything home; how romantic of me right?”  He gives a rueful laugh.

I said the obvious.  “It wasn’t about romance … for either of you Mack.”

“We’re walking up the stairs at his building and I become fixated on his ass.  Amazing butt … and I totally wanted it.  I reached up and felt him up.  He threw me a glance backward and said, ‘I was hoping you’d want that.  Don’t get me wrong I can give as good as I can take; but that daddy-dick you’ve got in those shorts will hurt SO good!’

“We get inside and he strips off his t-shirt and gets out of his shorts right there.  He’s wearing a jock-strap … and looking like he stepped off Men’s Fitness!  My eyes are bulging and my dick is dripping in my tennis shorts as he pulls me toward through the apartment by grabbing my dick.

“Too much detail?” Mack suddenly asks us.

“NO!” we shout in unison.  Mack laughs.

“What are the chances you two are hard right now?” he asked with a suggestive grin.

“If I hadn’t already wrecked your hole you might just find out,” I threatened.

“OH NO,” he protested.  “It’s going to be a while … “

“Awwwww maybe you need us to kiss it and make it better,” Kent teased.

“That’s what started it earlier!” Mack pointed-out.

“You’re so easy I teased him.”

Mack straightened in his chair and looked me in the eye.  “Isn’t it you who says it’s all easy for guys?  Just do what feels good and then go on?”  He took a big bite as if he’d made his point and settled the matter.

“So you’re in his apartment … and you’re gawking at a guy in his jock-strap?  Like LUSTING after a GUY Mack?“ I asked him almost taunting him.  I guess I was hoping he would be honest and just let himself be wherever his head was at.

Mack looked caught.  He wiped his mouth with his napkin and put it down slowly.  He leaned back in his chair, put his arms up, and clasped his hands behind his head.  His pit fur was visible again as were the very small sweat rings in his shirt’s under-arms; from the heat and humidity certainly but from nervousness?  Then he took a deep breath.  “Yeah,” he finally answered resignedly.  “Sometime in the time we’ve been … “ he started and stopped.

Kent jumped in.  “Sucking and fucking?”

Mack closed his eyes and shook his head just as Gavin returned to check on us.  “A few of my favorite things,” he sang out in a rich baritone to the famous tune.  Then we all laughed.  “I’d ask if I can get you anything but with that as your topic I either need to join the conversation or leave you to it.”

“Or you could tell us when and we could do your favorite things with and to you,” I offered helpfully.

Mack guffawed and Gavin didn’t miss a beat.  “I’m working through dinner tonight and don’t know when my break is.  You wouldn’t want Gunther on my ass … for not doing my job would you?”

Kent offered, “Well your job IS serving after all.”

“You got me there Mr. S.” the hunky young waiter admitted.  Then he put his hand to his very well-displayed bubble-butt.  “But not quite here,” he added with a grin.

Kent made a motion of being shot through the heart and Mack again guffawed as Gavin strutted away.  Those buns bounced vigorously; the stud was doing it on purpose.

Mack was still leant back in his chair with his pits showing. A breeze picked-up and his sweat stink wafted our way; heaven!

“So you’re ogling guys now,” Kent prompted Mack again.  “Since we’ve been sucking you and now as of today fucking you?”

Mack tensed and looked around quickly then relaxed again; there wasn’t anyone else on the veranda and Gavin was inside.   “That’s about it.  It’s not a … I don’t even know how to describe it; it’s like some trigger thing.  I see a hot guy who reminds me of one of you, my dick starts growing, and I think of you sucking me or fingering me until I erupt.”

“You think of that until you erupt or you think of erupting?” Kent asked for the clarification.

Mack brought his hairy muscular arms down and leaned forward.  The breeze cooperated again and propelled his scent toward me.  I inhaled deeply and had to adjust myself.

“Both, if you must know.”  Mack took a breath.  “I was finished with a set in Detroit and in the locker room I saw this guy who could be your brother Al.”  He was looking at me intensely.  “First I noticed his heart operation scar.  Than his swinging dick and the skin.  Then I realize he’s built like you, then his body hair, and THEN I realize I’m chubbing-up!  I high-tail it into the shower, leave it on cold, but there I am fully erect and it’s demanding attention because all I can think of is I wonder if that guy … well honestly I was wondering if that guy could do with his finger what you’d done to me.  And I start … you know and before a minute has passed all the while thinking of the way you,” he lowered his voice, “got me off while I’m painting the shower stall wall white!”

Kent was adjusting himself then.  I cracked, “Damn I was hoping it was a gang shower not a stall!”

Mack took a beat to process then laughed out loud.  “You guys are too much.”

“Or we’ve watched too much porn,” Kent posed.

Mack looked very serious.  “There’s porn with guys in an open shower?”

“Come home with us and we’ll show you,” Kent offered.

“Better still we’ll invite a few friends over, take you into our wet room, and show you!” Kent offered.  He always has the great ideas.

“I don’t think I’ll be ready for more of … that,” he threw a glance off his shoulder but down clearly indicating his butt, “for a long time.  You have no fucking clue how it feels … down there right now.”  Neither of us said anything but both of us gave him a DUH expression.  “Oh yeah; guess you probably do but you’re used to it.  Try and remember your first time and then if it wasn’t a guy hung like a donkey magnify it!”

We both laughed.  “We offered to kiss it and make it better,” Kent reminded him.  Mack smiled but before he could say anything Kent went back to Mack’s story.  “So you’re in this hot guy’s apartment, he’s down to his jock-strap, you’re ogling him … “

“Yeah and thinking about Al while I’m looking at him and you both getting me off while we were,” again lowering his voice and leaning forward, “ while you and I were kissing Kent, and I’m standing there by his bed not knowing what to do.

“The guy is looking at me and steps in and right in my face he says, ‘Can I kiss you?’  His nose is practically touching mine.  Then he reaches and takes my wood in his hand and asks me, ‘Or do you just want to get to the fucking and get back to whoever put that ring on your finger?’  I’m no shrinking violet but … “

“Nothing about you shrinks that’s for sure!” Kent throws in.

Mack guffaws, drops his head, and shakes his head.  “No and I’ve become aware since you complimented me about my … size that I do seem to stack-up pretty well most of the time.  I mean I looked before; who doesn’t? But looking and sizing-up and then having two hung studs tell me are different things.  Changed my confidence.”

“You needed to be reminded of your confidence; seems you haven’t been appreciated at home.  Glad to help,” I replied.

“So he’s rubbing my woody through my shorts and he’s staring into my eyes.  And goddamn if his eyes aren’t the same color as yours too Al!  And he does; he kisses me.  Heck I about shot-off in my shorts just from that!

“It was a big-time passionate kiss; like the one Kent when Al was fingering me.  He’s got his hand in my shorts now and he’s fondling on my nuts now; he obviously knows how to get his hands on what he wants even in tight tennis shorts!  I didn’t even feel him un-fasten them or pull the zipper down.  And he leans back and looks in my eyes and says, ‘Bet you shoot a lot with these bull nuts!  I’m totally clean and I’m on PrEP.  I can show you my last test if you want; but I want that load deep in my guts.  And if you insist on a condom because you’re going home to whoever you’re married too and can’t take a chance I’ll understand but will be just a little disappointed I don’t have your swimmers in me to remind me of how great this was.’

“I’m paralyzed; I can’t say anything.  This stud is telling me he wants me, he likes my dick, he likes my nuts, he knows I’ll be a great fuck, he’s kissing me damn good and there I am standing there and just letting him do it all.  I mean I WANTED to do something when I took the walk and there I am!  Just letting him do it all because I can’t make myself move.”

Yeah, about like letting us do it all, I think.  All the times we’ve done him and taken care of his full balls and until today we only got off if we did each other.

“But you’re kissing him?” I clarified.

“Yeah,” he answered with an exaggerated exhale.  “Like a horny teenager!” he added.

“Like you and I were,” Kent chimed-in.

“Oh yeah.  Truth is guys it’s been longer since I’d shared a kiss with Les than since I’d … well since I finished when we were screwing.  I sound pretty girly don’t I?  And with the finger thing and today you butt-banging me that pretty well makes me a f … makes me gay; doesn’t it?”

Kent and I both shook our heads.  He said what I was thinking.  “And THERE’S the homophobic straight guy we know and whose dick and hole we love!”  Although he said it with more mirth than I would have.

“What!” he protested.  “I didn’t say the f-word.”

“Jesus you’re dense Mack!” I exclaimed.  When he just looked confused I said, “Good thing you have a killer dick and the bubble-butt of a college guy; at least we’ll always suck and fuck you.  Go on with the story; everything was paralyzed except  your blood pumping wildly to your dick and your lips and tongue dueling with his.”

Mack adjusted himself obviously.  “Yeah.  He’s rubbing me with my junk hanging out of my shorts and sucking on my tongue like it’s my dick.  Then he backs away still holding my dick and nuts and says, “Fuck daddy this is going to hurt SO good!’

“And something about that about what he said was like a switch went off in my nuts.  ‘I need to fuck; NOW!’ I told this guy.  “Hey the fuckin’ condom!

“He gave my dick a good squeeze and rub and said, ‘It’s been a while since I’ve taken one as thick as yours; you’ll love how tight I am.’  Then he pulled out a condom packet and some lube and said, ‘You mind getting those clothes off?’

“I was out of them in a flash and he’s got the condom out and rolling it on me.  He says, ‘Glad I keep Magnums; I’m an optimistic guy and every now and again it pays-off.’  Then he handed me the lube and bent over the bed.  His balls were dangling and not as hairy or as big as yours; he’d cast-off his jock but I hadn’t noticed.  I could see his dick was nowhere near your size but he was uncut.

“Even this stud’s butt reminded me of yours Al.  It was hard and not smooth or shaved; and this guy was obviously athletic as hell.”  It occurred to me he could have been talking about himself.  “Hairy but not wild; just fuzzy … manly.  I squeezed out a glob of lube on my fingers and spread it on his hole.  He hummed when I rubbed his hole and pushed back; so I pressed in.  I didn’t mean to but two fingers spread him open; he was tight around my fingers.  ‘Fuck!  Get in there deep and open me up and make me as ready, as I can be for that fat daddy-dick’ he told me and reached back and stroked me again.  It was like an electric charge.

“I gave a thought to just fingering this guy and getting him to blow like you did to me.   Something in my head I’d never thought made me want to dominate this guy and to make him cum like a bitch just like you did to me.  So I began probing around and found that same spot in him.  He jumped and shouted; and then he laughed and said, ‘You gonna tease me or fuck me?’  I told him I was going to do as I pleased with him.  He ground his hole harder onto my fingers and said, ‘Yeah daddy!’

“Jesus Mr. B!  I might give it up for you you sexy beast.”

I hadn’t told Mack that Gavin had approached from behind again; he nearly jumped out of his chair when Gavin spoke.   “Holy heck Gavin I didn’t know you were there.”

When Mack had jumped his distended crotch was momentarily visible to us; clearly he was enjoying his memory of his encounter.

Mack got himself settled again with no small effort to get his fat dick situated in his constrained shorts.  Gavin was impatient.  “Well?  Go on with the story please!”  His server’s apron covered enough to avoid complete embarrassment but he was obviously sporting a boner himself.

Mack looked up at him and then at us.  With a shrug he continued.  “Honestly my nuts did the thinking for me from that point on.  I got myself in position, pushed hard, he yelled as I went in, and I just went for it.  He cursed and smacked his fists on the bed but he took it.  I just kept jamming myself all the way in over and over.

“The strange thing was he was yelling like I was raping him at first and I never even gave a thought to stopping; I just went harder.”

I looked up at Gavin’s face and his eyes were glazed.  His apron was a bit more prominently bulging; he was obviously packing as I’d always fantasized.

“And he was SO tight.  I hadn’t felt that since the frat!  But back then a lot of the girls were tight too; even though not as tight as the frat f … boys who kept us … “

“FOCUS!” Gavin interjected impatiently.  We laughed and Mack went back to the Detroit story.

”And I’m just going at it thinking all I want to do is nut and how tight he is and I might nut any second but somehow I didn’t; I just kept going.

“And then I did something out of the blue.  I pulled out fast and ripped the condom off me.  The guy flips over on his back and says, ‘Come on daddy; give me that daddy batter!’  I didn’t realize until the walk home that he thought I was going to blow my wad on him.

”I roughly grabbed his ankles, pulled him back to the edge of the bed, and JAMMED myself inside him again.  He screamed but then reached up to my neck with both hands and pulled himself up and started kissing me; at the same time he’s riding my cock like a lap-dancer!”

I looked at Gavin and and he was flushed and breathing hard.  His every attention was on Mack obviously waiting for him to continue.

“He kissed me like he meant it and proved it with his hole working me.  I’m just rutting away like a crazy rapist and this guy’s hole is still tight as heck; the heat from the friction is feeling almost dangerous.  I’m working-up a good sweat and the a/c on my forehead and shoulders feels cool while my dick is in an inferno.”

“Mmmmmmmm,” Gavin murmured.  Kent and I followed suit.

Mack had stopped suddenly and we all waited and leaned toward him anxious to hear. Finally Kent said, “AND?” with urgency.

“It was the strangest thing; like it wasn’t even me.  All I cared about was banging my juice into him.”

“Hot!” Gavin murmured and again we both agreed.

“I began banging him harder like with the full force I could muster driving into him.  I thought he might fight or protest but he yells out, ‘Oh yeah,’ and he’s still grinding into my thrusts.  Then I feel him clenching around me tighter and the he’s yelling and thrashing about and feels like he’s milking me more and then … He starts shooting his wad all over him and me.”

After a pause that went way too long he continued.  “I lost it.  I slammed into him a few more times and told him to take it and unloaded what felt like an epic load.

“I’m looking down at him still buried to my bush in him and he’s all sweaty and has spunk all over him and had flopped back on the bed and is heaving with his breaths.“

“So I apologize and start to pull out.  But he stops me and says, ‘Dude!’  I don’t know if that means, ‘Dude you threw the condom off and flooded me with your swimmers!  Or what?’  All I know is he’s got damn good muscles down there and is holding himself TIGHT around me.”

“You gave him exactly what he wanted!” Kent told Mack.

“Finally he loosens the grip and I pull out.  The second I’m out of him … and I’m still hard as a wrench!  Man I’d just cum hard enough that it felt nuclear and I’m still hard!  Anyway I’m marveling at that and thinking about shoving my gooey cock back in my shorts and his cum all over my chest and stomach and putting my shirt back on and this guy is up and at me … I flinched it was so sudden and so intense but as I’m clenching my fists and backing away he’s grabbing my slimy dick and on his knees and starts sucking me like an industrial vac!  He’s not mad; he just wants more.”

Gavin was rapt standing rigidly off Mack’s shoulder.  “I’m so gonna have to ask for a break soon!” he mumbled.  I was dripping and hard in my shorts and I smelled the sex in our sweat in the again still air.

“So I’m standing there and this guy is giving my dick the spit-shine to rival … “ He looks up at Gavin and then back at us with a wink.  “Well it was nearly the best I’ve ever had.  He’s rubbing my bag and is really going at my hard cock with his other hand.  Finally he takes a quick rest and looks up at me and asks, ‘Got another in you stud?’

“I didn’t even stop to think how UN-likely the sitch was.  I just grabbed his head and started skull-fucking him like frat days.  And this guys was as talented … “  Again Mack stopped himself before he made a reference to Kent and to me I assumed.

“And damned if a very pleasant while later after he’s really put in an effort he didn’t suck another one out of me.  It was so shattering when he did it that I lost my knees and toppled over onto the bed.”  

Mack laughed sharply and startled all three of us.  “I was pretty impressed with myself; when my knees gave-out and my cock came free of his mouth a HUGE splat of my sperm went all over his face.  I was really blasting.  My SECOND!”  He laughed and smiled again.  All three of us adjusted ourselves.

“He crawls up and is on me again and doesn’t stop until I pushed him off because I’m going soft and can’t take more.  He flops back next to me and tells me it was fantastic. 

I just said I had to get going … as soon as I caught my breath.  He asked me if I needed to shower or if whoever was waiting would want me smelling raw and crusty from his cum and from what we did.”

“Was there shower sex?” Gavin asked.

Mack laughed.  “If there had been he could have done anything he wanted to me.  I could barely stand to walk into the bathroom.”

“Too bad,” Gavin said.  Then, “I’ve got to go make a call,” Gavin hurriedly said and headed off with his phone up to his ear.

“Booty call!” Kent and I said together.  Mack laughed with us.

“When does Lesley come home again?” Kent asked.  Have I mentioned that he always thinks-up great ideas?

“She and the kids are staying until next weekend now.  Me going up there didn’t help anything with us, Mack said with some dejection. 

“We can’t help you with that; but we can help you with the tent in your shorts.  Why not come back to our house and reenact what you did in Detroit?” Kent asked.

“You mean?” Mack asked with a kid-like eagerness.

“We’ve got you rested and fueled, and there are two tight holes if you want them!” I answered.  “Lunch is on you by the way!  Make sure you give Gavin a big … tip.”

Mack’s grin was brighter than the afternoon sun as he scribbled on the check laying on our table and got up and followed us.