A Neighbor in Need

The text from our slutty college jock neighbor came in to both of us at 1:53 p.m.  “Hey Mr. and Mr. S my rents left for a week and a half, my sister is back at school and my hole needs a couple of big-dicked daddies to get some use out of it. I work tonight at 6 and want my hole dripping of daddy cum. I get bigger tips that way. You down?”

Kent and I didn’t see the text until after 3:00 p.m. when we’d finished our tennis match and ceded our court to some neighbors we didn’t know in our country club.  My husband checked his phone first; I was still guzzling water and trying to breathe normally after struggling to keep-up.  “Seems Corey’s on his own until the weekend after Labor Day and has us penciled-in to keep him from being bored … by BORing him.”

Chalk it up to having literally left everything on the court to barely beat my younger jock of a husband; it took me a minute and Kent making a very subtle pelvic thrust motion for me to get the pun.  “OH!” was all I said.

“You got any left in the tank old man or you just managed to edge me out and are done for the day?”  Kent taunted me. Payback is a bitch.

In response I stepped close to him and pushed my hardening dick in my tennis whites against his hand.  “Seems to me it was you who tapped-out first last time one of us cried ‘uncle’,” I taunted him back.

Instead of responding he just bent his head and kissed me.  From the court our neighbors who were warming-up jeered, “At least take it off the court!”

We laughed.  Kent gave the retired lawyer the one-finger salute with a grin as we gathered our rackets, towels, and water bottles and headed into the club-house and locker room.  “So we’ll have Corey for an afternoon snack?” my husband asked.

“I need to guzzle a Gatorade and a protein drink first,” I said seriously.

“I’m sure a ‘protein drink’ will be easy to COME by.”  Oh my god he was having far too much pun with this!  I used that one in him, and he kissed me again and we laughed.

“Are you texting him back?”  I saw his thumbs; the locker room wasn’t the place to use Siri to reply to that kind of text.

Kent cocked his finger out to tell me to wait while he continued thumbing.  Then he made a motion like THERE with the same finger and put his phone on the bench; mine chimed at that moment.

“We just finished three sets and can be there in ten minutes because your tongue will be in lieu of us showering.”

“I love the way you think.  Let’s get going; we’ll stoke the sweat on the walk home.”

Both our phones alerted us we had a text as we were slinging our gym bags over our shoulders.

From Corey:  “FUCK YEAH DADDYS!”

“Guess he’s into it,” Kent said with a laugh.

“He’s a dirty slut,” I said about our next-door neighbor’s jock son.  “Of course he’s into it!”

“I knew that.”

“Of course you did, Kent.”

“What if … “ Kent began on our walk down the magnolia-lined drive to our street from the club.

“I can’t wait for this.”

“Hey Siri send a text to Corey.”  After Siri confirmed his interest, Kent continued as we sweated fast-walking in the ninety-five degree heat.  “Blindfold yourself securely.  If you can see anything it’s over.  If you’re a good bitch we have a reward for you.”  He confirmed the send.

My phone chimed with that text as I was asking him what the fuck; and my husband sent another text.  “Hey Siri send a text to Mack.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I exclaimed.  My phone notified me of an incoming text. I didn’t bother; this was more important.

Kent continued.  “Corey could use some help across the street from you.  He’s all alone and it’ll take all three of us to take care of his problem.”  He confirmed the send as I was reading the first incoming text and my phone chirped again.  I saw it was this text string and read it aloud.

From Corey:  “Fuck yeah!  Didn’t know you had company.  Or are you going to use your racket on me?  😈”

Kent’s phone rang.  Kent answered it on speaker.  “Don’t freak-out; he’ll be blindfolded.  And he’ll stay blindfolded until you’ve blown your wad.”

“OH!  THAT kind of help.”  Then a pause.  “Uh … Is he clean?”  Mack asked.

“I take it that means you’re in,” I said.

Kent filled Mack in.  “Yes he’s clean; we have an agreement with him that he’s been tested and hasn’t slutted around since the test if he wants our cocks.”

We were several properties away from our house on the corner; Mack lives on the cross-street sort of across from us and one house down.  “Get outside now if you can get away; we’ll be there in two minutes,” I told him.

“Lesley and the kids left for her somewhere a few hours ago.  I’ve been power-washing and am a total sweat-ball.  I need to shower.”

“Fuck that!” I told him.  “We just played three sets and haven’t showered and are walking home in this heat adding to the sweat; Corey’s looking forward to it!”

“We’re near the corner.  Come on; it’ll be a blast … well at least three blasts,” Kent told him.

As we rounded the corner we saw Mack’s muscular torso glistening in the sun in his driveway; he was obviously leaving the power-washing because he cut-off the machine just then.

“I’m in.  Fuck it if he figures out it’s me.  OH there you are!”  He waived and Kent disconnected.

Mack walked down his gleaming paved driveway and met us as we walked along the length of our double corner lot and got to Corey’s.  As always Mack smelled as good as he looked!

“Not a word; even when you blow,” Kent warned.

“Got it,” Mack whispered unnecessarily and looked around guiltily.

Nobody else was out on our very quiet street.  When we walked up to Corey’s front door it was ajar.  He was ready.

We went in.  “Corey the cavalry has arrived to fill your holes,” Kent called-out. 

 “I shut Ring off and I’m in my parents’ room ready!” the college jock responded in his deep but childishly enthusiastic voice.

We gave each other a look but headed that way; we knew the house well from the prior owner who was an old lady when we moved there.  She needed a lot of help.

When we got to the master bedroom Mack whispered to us, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!”  He was seeing what we were seeing.

Corey was naked and blindfolded by a t-shirt tied around his head; it looked tight.  Also tight was his college jock body; every muscle visible under a sparse coat of light blond peach fuzz all over him.  He was sitting on the edge of the bed which had a sheet over the bed-spread.  He was ready for anything but water-sports.

“Stand-up,” I commanded.  He did and when I we got to him I moved Mack to face him; I pulled his right arm up and pushed Corey’s face into Mack’s sopping pit fur.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm,” Corey moaned and then licked.  He continued moaning as Mack took the initiative and swiveled so the bitch could pig-out on his ripe left pit.  Corey at one point pulled back and moaned a long one and then surprised us.  “Not gonna lie; I’m ninety-nine percent certain I know who this is.”

Mack’s head snapped our direction with a stricken look.  I patted the matted fur on his right pec and said, “Everything’s fine.  Let the bitch-boy have his fantasy.”

“If it makes any difference,” Corey piped-up, “eight years ago when Rowan was ten or so and I was fourteen we had that big scouts camping trip.  My dad couldn’t go because of his burst appendix.  You were my surrogate dad for the weekend.”

“How the fuck … “ Mack asked in astonishment badly concealing his own voice tone.  Kent and I looked at each other; we were equally astonished.

“Remember I took that header and was dazed when we were all playing football?  You swooped me up in your strong arms all sweaty and full of dadly concern and carried me to the tent area to get checked-out?  I think that was when I realized I didn’t like boys nearly as much as liked men.”

He was still wrapped in his t-shirt standing there; we all stood frozen in place.  Corey leaned forward and inhaled deeply and moaned loud.  “I couldn’t forget the smell of your sweat Mr. Burnstag; it made my whole body swoon and my dick swell.  I’ve jacked-off most nights blowing my wad as I remembered your sweat when you carried me; wishing you were carrying me somewhere to fuck me witless.  No way I couldn’t tell it was you; your scent is imprinted on me.”

Mack took a step back.  “Whoa!  And I had no idea you were … you’re even into … “

“Seriously Mr. B?” Corey asked still blindfolded.  “You think I was retarded or something coming all the way over after that to this side of the club from where we lived then to PLAY with a ten year-old?  Oh and sorry I shouldn’t have said the retard thing.”

I sucked in a tense breath.  Rowan Burnstag is now eighteen … and has the emotional maturity and intellect of a thirteen year-old.  Everyone who’s met him knows it; Lesley and Mack never mention nor acknowledge it; in fact they’re in denial.  The are on Rowan’s second car they’ve bought him and he’s had his third accident; that’s in addition to two felony assault charges that they paid dearly to have knocked-down to lesser charges and Rowan just completed nearly a year under house arrest.

“I’d come over in short ass-hugging shorts with no shirt and make a point to talk to you or Mrs. B just to shake my boy-booty at you.  Shit you’re the straightest daddy in the club; never a moment’s interest.  Guest it’s true: good things CUM to bitches who wait.  Or at least I hope I haven’t ruined it now and you’ll dick me down still.”  Corey stepped back and sat on the bed then lay back and pulled his knees to his chest; his magnificent jock-hole was winking at Mack.

Mack stuttered.  “Uh … I don’t … I’m not sure … “

Corey pulled the shirt off his head and propped himself up on his elbows; his face all full of filthy intent and wicked smiles.  “Your dick looks like it could use a warm tight hole Mr. B.  And as the two Mr. S’s can tell you, I’m very warm and very very tight.

Mack’s dick was at full attention straining his shorts.  He seemed mesmerized looking at Corey’s slutty hole.  Kent and I got out of our shorts and freed our own throbbing dicks.  Mack looked at us then back at Corey.

“That’s what I’m talking about.  C’mon Mr. B make it three.”

“He’s really clean?” Mack asked us.

I wanted to tell him that he needed to take responsibility for finding that out himself; instead I said, “Corey where are your test results?”

“Grab my phone Mr. S.  It’s over on the dresser.”

“NO!” Mack blurted out.  “No pics or anything!”

“Awwww Mr. B; I’m hurt.”  Corey made a pouty face.

“He’s clean Mack; we wouldn’t be raw-dogging him if he weren’t,” Kent reassured him.  He had a finger on Corey’s hole as he said it and added, “He’s also lubed and ready for action.  His cunt is like a glory hole; pump, dump, and go!”

“You fuckin’ know it,” Corey confirmed.  “ANY time you want a hole.”  He sucked in a breath as Kent’s middle finger sunk in him all the way.  “FUCK YEAH!  Now give me some fucking cock!”

Mack shook his head ruefully and for a minute I thought he was going to walk out.  Then he pulled down his shorts and kicked them to the side as his hard-on snapped up.

“Mmmmmm!  Nice one Mr.B.  Nicer than the moderate dad spike I imagined in all those jerk-off seshes.”

Mack blushed.  I was pretty done with the socializing.  “Are we flipping a coin to see who sits out first?”  Mack and Kent both looked at me.  “He’s only got two holes,” I clarified.

“And two hands,” Corey countered.

“Awwww give the straight married guy a break; he gets too much of his own hand at home!” Kent chuckled.

“OH NO WAY!” Corey cried.  “No offense Mr. S to either of you but Mr. B gets first use of my hole; I’ve been waiting for this for about ten years.  And besides; you both are hung like fuck and it’s been a while for my pussy.  Let’s build-up.”

Mack was slowly rubbing his boner and dripping at the tip.  He looked like he was deciding; but that bone looked certain.

Kent walked around and got on the bed with his knees to the sides of our slut-jock’s head and dropped his balls on Corey’s face; Corey’s tongue lasciviously lapped and he moaned.  Kent motioned for Mack to get to it.  Corey reached out in my direction with his left hand and found my dick; his leg remained pulled back but his quads were pleasantly tensed now.  A longer moan and then only slightly muffled by my husband’s sac, “C’mon Mr. B; I want it so bad daddy!”

Mack flinched at the ‘daddy’ but his dick throbbed and a massive glob of pre dropped to Corey’s parents’ priceless Persian rug.  I did my best not to think of the cleaning bill!

Corey had his other hand stretching his jock-hole open; I assisted by taking my side and pulling his bubble butt-cheek wide for Mack.  “Go on bud.  Eat it or fuck it!”

“You eat ass Mr. B?  My fuckin’ lucky day!” Corey’s again muffled cry.  “I imagined that and blew so many fuckin’ wads!”

Mack fluidly fell to his knees and leaned forward until his face was nearly nose-to-hole.  “Go on buddy,” I softly urged him.  And just like that he attacked Corey’s boy-hole with gusto.  At the moment his tongue made contact the college jock’s grip on my throbbing dick tightened.

“OH FUCK YEAH!  Eat my fuckin’ pussy daddy!” Corey yelled.

Mack didn’t flinch that time; Kent did.  “Enough of this kid’s chatter!” he snapped and shoved his boner down into Corey’s mouth.  “Do something more productive with those lips than flap them!” he ordered as he pushed farther into Corey making him gag.

“Mmmmmmm,” Mack moaned like he was savoring a perfectly-grilled steak.

“Good isn’t it?” I asked.

Mack turned his head momentarily and Corey moaned around Kent’s dick from the interruption.  “Tangy … tangyER,” was all he said.  Then he went back to work.

At the moment Mack was again licking Corey’s hole the boy began stroking me; no lube and his grip was tight.  Too tight despite my ample foreskin.  I dribbled spit onto my shaft and Corey’s hand to alleviate the chafe and was immediately rewarded.

I was engrossed in the sight of Mack’s tongue working over and in Corey’s boy-hole and occasionally glancing at my husband gagging the jock and was startled when Corey belted out: “C’mon daddy; my pussy’s wet enough to take that dad-cock.  FUCK ME DADDY!”

Mack didn’t waste time; he was on his feet and pressing the college jock’s legs back to bring his hole up to the height of his own tip.  I reached over and gave him a hand; his lead pipe of a dick held steady as he rocked forward on the balls of his feet and pushed in balls-deep without hesitation.  In unison both Mack and Corey moan-groaned for the duration of his journey deep inside until his pubes were ground into Corey’s tight sac.

Mack then gave a short cry.  “OHFUCK!”  I could see by Corey’s abs and groin that he’d clenched around Mack.

“FUCK ME DADDY!” Corey begged and then slurped down my husband’s monster-dick again.

Mack began slowly long-dicking him but he quickly amped it up until he was slapping his thighs and sac into Corey fast and loud.  Kent was holding Corey’s head and throat-fucking him steadily; the outline of his enormous head in Corey’s muscle-corded throat was making my balls churn hot as much as Corey’s skillful hand-job.

I decided to make myself useful amid the various exclamations from Kent and Mack:

“SO FUCKIN’ GOOD!” from Mack as he pounded the boy-hole with his body leaning forward in a vertical plank and supporting himself with a grip on the jock’s  ankles and legs in the air.

“Take it you slut!  Gag all you want but that cock-whore throat is fucking MINE!” from my husband.

No longer needing to guide Mack’s hard-on to its target I reached with my hand and got hold of Kent’s balls the way I know ignites his fuse.

“FUCKING A!” he yelped when my tight grip caught him.

I braced myself with my hand clamped on Mack’s strong shoulder and began fucking Corey’s fist.  It felt great; just not as great as Kent and Mack apparently.  Almost in unison as their panting became louder and their exclamations more urgent they both announced they were about to nut.  For my husband this was damn quick … and I pushed out of my mind the jealousy that it was the jock-slut’s mouth he was fucking and who’d get his load so quickly. 

In Mack’s case I knew his announcement rarely gave much warning.  He gave a serious of brutal thrusts that had Corey contorting and squirting his jock-jizz all up his torso, neck, face, and splattering against Kent’s groin.  “FUUUUUUUUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” Mack yelled and slammed into him and tensed all over as he began blasting the boy full of his seed.

Kent did much the same; clenched his hands around Corey’s throat, drove in to where his pubes were against the boy-whore’s lips, threw his head back the way he does and howled, “AHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCK!”  I still had his balls in my tight grip and felt every pump.  Corey still had my cock sawing in his slimy fist.

Mack pulled out suddenly; his thick dick was slimy and I wished I could drop to my knees and savor it.  But he pulled me around and said, “Give it to him!”

I’d nearly yanked my husband’s sac off and Corey had delayed releasing my dick; but no injuries were sustained. Mack grabbed my boner and lined me up like I’d done for him.  “Go on buddy; use that billy-club on his hole!”

Who was I to refuse such an offer?  I slammed into Corey and was rewarded with his body wracking and reacting to my greater size.  I didn’t give him any time to acclimate and just took advantage of his tight wet hot cunt and drove in and out about ten times until I was over the edge and adding my load to Mack’s.

“YEAH DADDY!”  Corey cried now free from his former cock-gag.  “FILL ME UP WITH THOSE DADDY LOADS!”

Sometime as I was unloading or maybe before when I was on the build-up Kent had taken the Mack clean-up duty.  I regained my surroundings when Mack laughed and pushed Kent back and off him.  “Whew!”

Kent was on his ass on the floor close-by and looked up at me and licked his lips lasciviously.  “Next?”

I pulled out of Corey’s clenched hole and turned to my left; Kent was on me in a flash.  I was still hard and Kent went at me so aggressively that I once again reached-out and found Mack’s sturdy shoulder to steady me.

Corey meanwhile was scrambling and on Mack; he’d raised his arm-pit and went in hungrily.  “FUCK!  I could blow again just from your sweat daddy!”  He was stroking himself and Kent took hold of his balls and began working his magic.  OH FUCK YEAH DADDY!”

Before I knew what was happening Kent was going for the gold; one finger working my prostate and humming around my still-sensitive dick-head.  I’d just finished cumming for Christ’s sake!!!  “Fuck hon I don’t think I can … “  

But just like that his skillful finger massaged my love but just right and his other hand abandoned Corey and massaged my balls into renewed fervor.  I was panting and Mack and Corey were cheering me on.  I noticed Mack was jacking Corey as he feasted on Mack’s other sweaty pit. 

“Come on stud; you can do it!”

“I know you’ve got it in you Mr. S!” Corey encouraged me when he momentarily broke from Mack’s pit. 

And then Mack reached out along my arm and clutched my neck and pulled me into a forceful kiss.  That was all it took and I was yelling into his mouth as our tongues fought and danced and my husband gulped down what felt like a gallon of me.   He moaned and gulped loud enough to be noticed.

Corey began cursing and shot his wad again; this time splashing Kent’s head and my thighs with his thick jock-boy load.  His face never left Mack’s pit; he rubbed his face all around in it as he was shooting his wad.

My body was all nerve endings and sparks.  Until I overloaded and broke free of all of the kiss and my husband’s suck-grip and stumbled back into a chair; I was a sweaty mess and yet didn’t give a thought until later about what state I’d left Corey’s parents’ silk bedroom armchair in.

Corey had his face on Mack’s sweaty furred pec and had him by the dick and balls fondling him.  “Mr. B you definitely blew all my spank-bank expectations of you out of the park.  Any time you want to fuck me you just consider it DONE!”

“Hey wait just a fuckin’ minute!” Kent protested.  “I seem to recall that a magnificent ebony college football quarterback hunk owns the rights to your fuck-hole and gave US unlimited use.  It’s not your hole to give to Mack; is it you dirty little slut?”

Mack looked confused and quickly said, “It’s okay.  I probably shouldn’t have … “

“No you should have!  We invited you to use this horny bitch-boy,” I told him.

“And I’m just saying,” Kent picked-up, “that it’s WE who give you an OPEN invitation to use THIS hole!”

When he emphasized ‘this’ he smacked Corey’s bubble butt hard and in turn Corey  loudly farted-out a huge glob of Mack’s and my loads again soiling the pricy Persian rug.  We all laughed.

“We’ll leave you to clean-up!” I said and went for my shorts.  Mack and Kent followed and we were quickly out the door.

“Thanks!”  Corey yelled after us.  “I’m making bank tonight in tips with this stink on me!”  He really was a dirty slut.

As we got to the driveway Mack’s wife Lesley appeared from their garage directly across the street.  “What’s going on guys?  Aren’t they away?”  She must have just drove back in.

“Nothing much.  Corey had a problem; a hole he needed help filling,” Kent called across and turned away toward us when he couldn’t keep from grinning at his own joke and laughing.  

Mack shot us a pleading glare.  He could give her his own version; she was his problem.  We shook hands as goodbyes and walked to our yard.

“I need to cool-down,” Kent said and then raised his muscular left arm and inhaled from his pit.  “Seriously!” he added.  

The sight revved my sac.  “You owe me a load, husband!” I told him in a way he knew I meant business.  

As we opened our gate he said, “The pool; we multitask!”

My hole twitched; it and I were ready to be one of those tasks.