A Neighbor in Need

“Bets on Mack texting  today?” I asked Kent when he wandered into my study sleepy-eyed, naked, with a huge morning hard-on. “They returned last night sometime.”

He’s a sight my husband even with bed hair and needing coffee.  Tall and muscular, handsome, smooth in the right places, tangled thatches on his arms and legs, bush, pits, treasure trail.  Monstrously large dick that I can’t get enough of; hangs over big hairy low-hangers that right now looked like they were full to over-flow despite my sore ass having two loads from last night.  At that point though it wasn’t hanging.  I knew that he’d been awake a good part of last night after he nailed me the second time at about midnight; that’s why he’d slept-in. But at least his dick was primed and ready.

“If that’s what you want why don’t you text him the bat signal?” Kent asked crankily.  My generally wonderfully good-natured husband gets like that when he’s just awakened after an abnormal sleep night.  Then he took a two-handed batter’s grip on his hard-on and mimed hitting it out of the park.  Grinning now, “I’m talking batters up, not Batman!” he clarified unnecessarily.

“Come here,” I said.  Kent had been standing in the doorway petting Sasha who’d come to greet him.

Kent walked up to me in my comfy desk chair in my study; his jutting hard-on jammed into my arm at my bicep.  I kissed his chiseled abs gently and felt that massive dong of his react; his moan was accompanied by his big paw giving my head a gentle rub.  Then I moved enough to bend down and kiss IT; that got a bigger moan and a caress on the back and side of my neck.

I kissed Kent’s morning hard-on from his musky pubes along the long veiny shaft to his obscenely wide head; it was delightfully rank from my hole and his cum the night before along with a hint of piss.  My balls reacted and my dick rose rapidly beyond the tentatively plumped state from gazing at my beautiful mate’s naked bod.  “God you taste fucking GOOD!”

“Suck it!” he growled.  His caress of my head became a grasp and pull to align my mouth properly.

I backed away and surprised him.  With a playful grin I turned the tables on the power between us.  “Sit on my desk,” I ordered him.

Kent looked to his hip where it was near my desk then back to me.  “Sit or bend over it?”

I took a tight grip on his dangling balls and gave them a squeeze that made him jump.  “You decide; I’ll figure out where this goes when you do.”  I’d grabbed my own dick as I sat at my desk naked.

“I don’t think I’m … “

“Shut the FUCK up Sherbourne and do as you’re told!” I stopped his protest.  I knew he wasn’t squeaky-clean; duh he’d just awakened and hadn’t readied himself the night before for that end’s play.  I also knew that he’s like me and has a naturally reliably functioning back-end that with the help of our “Stay Ready” fiber tabs usually is just that.  “Make a decision!”

Kent’s cranky look intruded for just a moment into his smile; that smile could make me commit murder if he wanted me to.  Without a word he turned and bent over my desk; I knew he needed it!

I got out of my chair and stood behind him pausing to look at his amazing rock-hard bubble butt.  I’m reasonably athletic even in my fifties now; but Kent’s one of those guys who can go two weeks without going to the gym (though that had only happened once that I knew of), go back for one work-out, and every muscle is re-defined.

The big window by my desk faced shrubbery outside that came to waist level and blocked us putting on a full show for any passing neighbors who squinted and made the effort to look in from the street.  I stood behind him and just touched the top of his hairy crack and the small of his back with my now-drooling tip.  Kent went to bring his hole up by flexing his legs to be on his toes but I put my hand on his fuzzy right glute and held him down.  I had a better idea.

I reached to his left and nudged his left thigh aside to get to the motor control for my desk; and pushed the “3” button.  My desk started to raise; the motor didn’t even labor to move the better part of an additional two hundred pounds of muscle in addition to the heavy all-wood actual desk and side-bar.  “Ohhhhhh!” Kent said surprised and delighted.  “Will this thing be able … “

“Hush!” I said and he did.  My dick was pressed back and it scraped through his slightly moist crack as his ass raised with the desk’s powerful motor.  My dick cleared his crack, scraped his taint, and bumped over his ball-bag and balls themselves before flipping free between his legs as the desk neared its highest position.

3 is nipple-level for me when I’m standing; it’s purpose as a preset is actually nothing.  When I stand at my desk the surface level is lower; and if I want to get to the cable canals and-or surge protectors underneath easily it’s the highest setting 4 several inches higher.  I guess in case a giant bought the desk.  In other words there are four preset buttons; I’d used 3 as a mistake when I’d set it originally and now for my purpose.

The desk stopped and Kent reached back and pulled his beautiful jock-butt apart. His musty hole was my target; the sight of it as promising as I’d known it would be.  I could easily bend just a bit and dive in.  Instead I pushed 4 and the desk raised him some more.  “You gonna raise me until you chop me up in the ceiling fan?” he mock-protested.

The motor stopped and his hole was at the right level to now smell.  And he smelled like pure man; just what I was hoping for.  I reached between his legs again and used one hand on his balls and one on his fat shaft and leaned into his crack that he was holding spread for me.  Kent didn’t stop me or issue any more warnings: he’d tried that and I was on my own.

He was also well above the shrubbery; though the monitor would shield his upper torso from prying eyes his ass and my face in it would be visible to any passer-by who worked hard enough to look in.  They could eat their hearts out while I ate my husband out.

The scent of my husband is always a trigger for me; desire at an almost-undeniable level.   His pits and pubes more so; ready for action.  His crack and hole make me ready for take-off.  (His dick and balls my thrusters!  But this was a different agenda!)

I inhaled of his strong morning scent; my head spun and my balls felt the jolt.  I leaned forward and put my tongue out and tasted directly of his pucker; musty, strong, just the most remote hint that danger could loom.  I was not to be denied regardless.

“Mmmmmmm, yeah,” he moaned.  Then, “It’s okay?”

I pressed harder and breeched his tight ring.  The taste was pungent and that hint was stronger but still distant enough for me to go into full-slurp mode.  “One last time; shut the fuck up and enjoy it.”  I went at it like breaking a fast!

“OH FUCK AL!” he cried.

I ate that hole like I hadn’t already had my breakfast: which I had after letting Sasha out and giving him his considerably earlier.  I gobbled Kent’s “love portal” and savored his spicy flavor that triggered my dick and balls and made me want to fuck him mercilessly.  My big head wanted to reduce him to putty before I did.

“God Al you’re the best fuckin’ rimmer ever!” he moaned and tried to fuck back on my tongue.  High praise from a retired sex-worker!

I licked, slurped, tongue-fucked at that hairy opening of his.  His butt-fur tickled my nose and stoked the fire in my own balls all the more.  His hard-on throbbed and drooled; I tried to catch it and had done so with enough that his pole was well-greased.  I worked his balls the way he likes too; roughly.  Kent’s moans and swears were a stream of background music to my ears.

“JESUS!  FUCK ME AL; you HAVE to FUCK ME!” he finally shouted.  He’d been thrashing about, still holding his globular cheeks apart, legs flailing off the floor, and then he finally let loose of his left and SLAPPED his hand on the desktop with a loud clap.  “NOW GOD DAMN IT!” he demanded.

I laughed and backed away enough to see the control panel and released my grip on his slimy hard-on to push “2.”  “GODDAMN RIGHT,” he swore when the desk began its descent.

2 is higher than my sit-at level but not by much.  If I guessed right I’d enter him at a slight upward angle … and he’d FEEL the fuck.  I thought momentarily about grabbing a tube of lotion for lube and then realized I’d been leaking all over the fucking floor; I swiped my head as the desk motor slowed to a stop and came back with fingers smeared liberally.

Roughly and swiftly I swiped my fingers on Kent’s hole and then pressed in with one, then two and worked them around.  “Fuck-off with the foreplay; just FUCK me!” he growled.   Then he groaned when I had three digits inside his slicked hole.  I yanked them out finally and he moaned his relief and expectation.  As I lined-up I quickly glanced and then brought my fingers up for a quick sniff.  Yup; well within the acceptable range!  All systems GO!

The jam into him was as I had planned slightly upward; I had to really slam it past his natural resistance and he yelped.  Then, “FUCK YEAH!” as I ground into him deep and my shaft scraped its way through his opening and my head skidded along the up-side of his passage. “Oh goddamn Al I fucking need this!” he panted.  “Make it hurt!”  What kind of husband would I be to deny him a simple request.

I began pounding that hot hole of his hard.  I deliberately retained that upward angle and made no attempt to stand on my toes to change the hard scraping along the edge of his opening and the back of his chute; and I tortured his prostate with only the shaft pressure and friction when I was deep in the pump-thrusts and then out again.

Kent’s encouragement was unmistakeable; shouts, begging, moaning, growling.  Then he upped the ante and began using those amazing ass muscles of his and began milking me.  “Give it to me fucker!  You’re gonna give it up for me if my cunt has to suck it out of you!”  Okay baby; game ON!

I tried to force my thoughts toward cock-blocking things.   Looking out the window I could see people from the country club walking and jogging as always; anyone looking to and focusing on the big window in the study couldn’t mistake the pistoning motion of my body and would know what I was doing though they couldn’t see Kent was bent over my desk.   Okay, that wasn’t helping the fire I was trying to control in my sac!

I was startled when my phone clattered vibrating on my desk-top.   It didn’t vibrate again right then so it was an alert not a call; probably news.  I’d laid it face down when I’d come in here this morning so couldn’t see what it was right then; I was otherwise occupied.

“Don’t stop fucking me!” Kent huffed a warning about paying attention to my phone.

“You’re such a fucking slut.  It could be important and all you care about is getting railed.”

“I deserve to start my day filled with you; you had my swimmers in you all night,” he shot back.  He also arched his back and milked my dick with his hole muscles harder than he had been.  Time to read some news!

I picked-up the phone and laughed when my husband growled, “You fucker!  You’ll pay for that.”

“I look forward to it!” I told him honestly.  I kept drilling into him and focused my thoughts on the screen instead of the sublime milking his ass was giving me.

I saw the banner and it wasn’t news; at least not news from a news channel.  It was as I predicted much earlier a text from Mack.

“Got home in the wee hours.  Have something I urgently need help with.”

Our text code with our very hot married neighbor had been “help” with something since the first time I helped him relieve the stress on his sac of his tortured married life.

“Hey Siri send a text to Mack.  Now’s a great time if you can come here.  Just let yourself in; we’re inside in my office.”

“You dirty fuck!” my husband laughed.  “You’d better fucking give up that load quick!”

To make certain I did he started really working me; gyrating his hips as he used his very capable ass muscles to milk my hard-on as I pumped in and out of his burning hot love channel.  He moved purposefully and twisted his torso so he could get his arm back and up and grabbed the back of my neck at my shoulder for leverage with one hand and my ass to guide my thrusts with the other.

There was no question that I would be cumming very soon when I heard Sasha’s moans of delight presumably greeting Mack on his way in through the laundry room.  Mack reciprocated with some, “Hey buddy; missed you too!  Where are your dads?” Kind of talk that I lost track of when Kent’s stream of nasty growls and moans got more insistent.

“Come on babe I want that fuckin’ nut.  I’m so close!  Give it to me now and I’m gonna … OH FUCK!” he shouted and tensed-up which clamped his hole around my dick just as it got fatter and harder inside him.  I was right there too!

“Ahhhhhhhh mmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhh!”  I yelled as his body started to contort with his shots and I was a pump or two behind.  I felt his sprayed cum splash my feet between his dangling legs and my first blast felt like perfect agony.  “Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuck!” I shouted as I felt my body exploding.

“FUCK YEAH!” Kent shouted.  “Give it to me!”

“Fucking hot!” I heard Mack’s lowered voice saying to himself as I was six or nine thrusts into my unloading and beginning to be aware of my surroundings again.

“Get those fucking shorts off and make yourself useful, neighbor!” Kent demanded with some humor in his voice.

My body was slowly finishing my climax and I was still planted in my husband.  I watched as our sexy neighbor stepped out of his top-siders and bent his tall sinewy athlete’s body to push down his swim shorts and step out of them.  His dick was hard as a spike and his hairy balls looked twice their normal size to me.

“Suck him clean when he pulls out or suck my hole; you choose.  Then you can take your pick of our holes for that bone of yours.”

Mack looked like a deer in the headlights.  Honestly I knew Kent wasn’t dirty but I didn’t know that he was entirely clean.  Al’s a newbie; I didn’t want to risk it.  “Clean up the floor and my feet first!” I countermanded Kent to give me a chance to assess the damage.

Mack looked down at the puddle and splatter on the chair mat below my feet and then began to move.  He is truly an athlete and in his mid-fifties; he’s the same age as I am.  His movements have an athlete’s masculine sureness and glide to them.  Always hot.

He got down and crawled under the desk from the front and then I heard his tongue swipe the plastic and felt his hair against my ankle.  I took the opp to pull out and took my my sloppy dick-head in my hand when it plopped out of Kent’s still-tight ring.  I felt Mack’s tongue on my right foot and heard him moan.  Ha! I thought to myself.  Our straight neighbor catches-on quick to this broader horizon we’ve opened to him. But back to the matter at hand; literally.

Looking down there wasn’t any visual evidence of a problem and there wasn’t any odor as I smelled my hand.  I licked it for good measure.  Kent is amazing that way; I have to work sometimes to stay “ready” and he is seemingly always there.

Then I felt Mack’s head awkwardly pushed between my legs and his mouth on my sagging sac.  He licked and sucked my balls and then swiped his tongue on my dick and moaned again.  “If anyone had ever told me I’d be tasting a guy’s spunky bone and nuts with another guy’s ass-juice on it I’d have punched him out!”  I felt his forehead against my balls and knew he’d given his attention Kent’s balls.  It was confirmed when Kent moaned.

I got myself moved back some and gave Mack room to get up on his haunches and eat Kent out.  “Mmmmm, that’s some damn good tongue-work straight daddy!” Kent praised him.

Mack smacked his lips and said, “Good eats!” and smacked his lips again.  “But do you mind if I get this damn ten-day load off?  I feel like my nuts are in a vise and about to explode.”

“My ass; not his!” I said forcefully.  “I haven’t been fucked yet today.”

Mack had leaned back to suck in my dick from below.  He was inclusive; he didn’t leave either of us out.

“And I haven’t fucked yet,” Kent said and stood and turned around.  His huge dick was getting hard again as I watched.  Damn he’s a stud!

“You’re going to corn-hole me with that log?” Mack said looking up at Kent from below his pendulous rod.  “I’ll keep my phone handy if I have to call nine one one!”

Meanwhile I was fingering myself, giving myself the sniff test, and smearing some of Kent’s last night load on the outside of my hole to ease Mack’s entry.  “Move the fuck out of the way and let me bend over the desk now!”  I was eager and not ashamed of it.

“We haven’t ruined you yet,” Kent reassured our neighbor who was new to the man-on-man scene and newer to the bottoming scene.

Mack was scrambling out from under the desk. I was bending over the desk and adjusting it down manually so I could bend over it. I have no clue what Kent was doing; except I knew what I wished he was doing and that would have been shoving his slimy dick down my throat!

Like most straight men there’s not much technique when they’re fucking; at least not when they’re fucking men which is all I could attest to.  I felt him behind me, felt him shove his blunt dick-head against my hole, and then shove harder.  “Mmmmmmmmfffffff!” I groaned as he brute-forced his way through my pucker.  He knew from his prior “training” that he didn’t need to be gentle; but he was obviously in need!  Yes it was kinda hot.  But I couldn’t avoid the stray thought that the next time I had to use that pucker for its intended purpose I’d be in pain.

“FUCK that’s tight!” he gushed like a Virgin high school jock.  Then, “What the … whoa!”

I felt Mack jerk and jam himself harder inside me; I knew that meant my husband  had Mack’s hole in play.  I’d been the first to fuck that virgin hole of his and Mack had mock-complained for two weeks after about needing reconstructive surgery.  He’d loved every minute of it; including the hands-free anal orgasm I gave him that blew his mind more than when I did it with my fingers inside him.

“Oh Christ!” he shouted and tried to move father against and into me.  Problem was his pubic bone was pressed against my coccyx and there was no escape for him from Kent’s entry.  “FUCK!” he swore and I felt his spit spray my back.

“You did good,” Kent told him.  “Now relax that clamped pussy and let me get all the way inside instead of the tip of my head and give you what you need.”

“What the fuck ever you two have going I was first here,” I warned them.  “You get that straight married dick to work Mack.  NOW!”

“AKKKKKKKGGGGHGHGHHH!  MOTHERFUCK!” Mack yelled as he jammed against me harder.  I knew Kent was entering him.

“Quit your whining straight boy and fuck my husband,” Kent growled.

Mack’s yell coincided with a shove of his hard pole even deeper into me.  “Fuck yeah!” I yelled and hoped for more.

“God DAMN dude!” Mack yelled; but I felt him pulling back and hoped for another thrust.

And then I got it.  I was being repetitive but Mack’s manly spike hit my spot again and my only reaction was, “FUCK yeah!”

“Dude it feels like you’re driving my own truck up my shitter!”

I’d never known Mack to swear that much but if my husband’s donkey-dick ripping his hole got him fucking me then I was all for it.  And I was getting it.

“There we go,” Kent growled.  “That’s one tight pussy on you!”

“FUCK man!”  Mack swore.  “Fuck!  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

His exclamations were coming with his back-strokes out of my hole; he was obviously backing-up onto Kent’s hard-on and then Kent was shoving him back into me.   It wasn’t a bad rhythm; it was doing it for me.  Even as I’d cum not very long before the pounding of my love nut and the pressure on my hard-on against the desk was getting me there.

“FUCKING CHRIST!  My hole feels like Les’s SUV is jammed up it but I’m so fuckin’ close.”  

“Ummmmmph!” I heard Kent grunt; and Mack slammed into me again.

“AAAAAAAAACCCKKKKK! I’m fucking CUMMMMMMMMMMING!” Mack yelled and began pumping out inside me. “FUCKING HELL!” he yelled.

Mack wasn’t fucking me; he was just unloading.  But he was thrusting inside me because my husband was pounding into him.  Unfortunately Mack’s mini-thrusts left me and my prostate needing more.

“Fuck me Kent!  Finish off in me Kent!  I NEED IT!”

And just like that Mack’s still-throbbing knob was yanked out of me and I saw him to my side stumbling or being thrown.  As Mack was flopping in my favorite recliner I felt my husband rip into my hole.

“Jesus!” I cried out.  I was now pinned under him and him coring me out without any build-up; just full-force fucking.  But oh fuck did it feel fucking good.

“Yeah there’s my husband loving it.  Come on Al work it hon.  Work it babe.  OH yeah!”

He was pounding me hard and fast and on-target.  I worked my muscles and milked that monster dick just the way I knew he needed it.  I was only sorry I couldn’t grab his balls and work them like I know sets him off.

“YES!” he shouted and drove into me harder.

“Fuck you two are intense,” Mack said from the sidelines.  “Better you than me Al!  How you take that I don’t fuckin’ know.”

I heard him but at that moment my scrotum was igniting.  “FUCKKKKKKKK!” I yelled as my husband pounded my second load of the morning out of me.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK the way you milk me!”  And then he let loose and sprayed my insides.

My senses returned slowly to normal.  I felt Kent’s strong hands on my shoulder blades and his thick rod still inside me.  I heard him panting and was catching my own breath.

“Fuck men!  That was insane.”

Oh right; Mack.

Kent laughed. Then he pulled out of me slowly and stood behind me.  I backed off my desk and stood; he put his arms around me and kissed the side of my face.  “You good Mack?” he asked.

Mack was sitting in my favorite chair in my office.  I realized with some degree of horror that his ass was probably gaping; my chair is suede!

“I’m not gonna lie; my butt feels like … it feels like I was ass-raped.”  I felt Kent stiffen behind me.  “But I have to say it was a fuckin’ rush when I was taking that monstrosity of a cock you have Kent.  Jesus, Mary, and Joseph you’re literally hung like a horse.”  He got out of the chair and to his feet if a little shaky on them.

“Well you can walk; so you’re not too bad off.  Turn around and show us your hole,” I commanded.

As he turned he said, “Take a photo with your phone and show it to me.  But whatever you do don’t get my tattoo in the photo and don’t send that photo to me or anyone else.”

“Ohhhhh, leverage,” Kent said as I picked-up my phone.

“Bend over and say, ‘Fuck me,’” I told him.  He laughed.

His hole was very swollen but closed and I shot a look at my chair.  Amazing there was no mark from the lube.  Good thing Mack has bulbous butt-cheeks to keep his hole above the fabric?  Or maybe it was the angle he fell into the chair from and he was more sitting on his hip?

I turned back to Mack and was going to line-up the shot; I stalled looking at his battered hole.  “Enjoying the view guys?” Mack asked bent over.

I hesitated and tried to think of an excuse to not take the photo.  “It’s just hard to get the shot without getting your tribal tatt on your thigh in the frame,” I told him.  “I really worried what he’d think of his swollen rose-bud.

“You can crop it afterward,” Kent offered unhelpfully.  I elbowed him and he grunted.

Mack’s hole?  It looked like a guy who’d just been fisted.  I’d seen it red, swollen, mis-shaped after I’d fucked him but this was wreckage.

I clicked the photo and let the dice roll.  “Look at that; another one for my album of conquests,” Kent joked.

Mack came around to look at my phone screen.  I held my breath.  I’m not sure what Kent was thinking; probably, “Oh, that’s par for the course when I unleash the Kraken.”

“But it will go back, right?” Mack asked suddenly and startled me.

“You’ve seen Al’s.  Yeah you’ll be fine.  If Lesley asks just tell her … “

“Are you effing kidding me?  The last time she looked at my body at all was when I had my heart surgery.  And that was just to see my scar.”

“She’s a damn fool!” I told him and swiped my hand down his scar (annoyingly tiny compared to mine), along his hard chiseled chest, abs, cum gutters, and ended with running my fingers through his thick bush and giving his dick and balls some love.

“Speaking of the devil,” Mack said and turned to get his shorts and stepping into them.  “She’ll be getting back from Yoga; I should get back there.”

Kent abruptly left the room with a passing, “Gimme a minute.”

Mack and I looked at each other.  It was almost awkward; the guy and I were standing there with his cum mixed with my husband’s running out of my freshly-fucked hole, off my sac, and down my thighs.  “You did the right thing the first with a dick that big by not taking a load.  It stings if your rectum has been stretched; your anus and sphincter really sting from cum.”

“Thank you doctor Sherbourne,” Kent said with a grin as he swept back into the room.  He handed Mack a tube of the desensitizing lube.  “This will help.”  As often was the case we shared the same thought.

Mack looked at the tube.  Then he said, “OHHHH!  Thanks man.”

“What are you doing today?” I asked.  “I’d love to play.”

We all knew I meant tennis; but Kent said, “Uh, we just did that.  Did you miss it?”  Such sarcasm.

Mack laughed at Kent’s joke at my expense.  “Thanks really; for all of it.”

“And the tennis?” Kent asked.

Mack reached back and then grimaced.  “I think I’ll need to sit this one out … or stand because my ass couldn’t take being run around the court right now.”

“You and me lover?” I asked Kent.

He grinned and said, “I don’t have any work I’m not caught-up on for today; so why not?”

Mack whistled.  “I really don’t know how you do it Al.”

Kent gave his shoulder a clap.  “We’ll get you there Mack.”  His surprised look was priceless.