Afternoon Delight Meets Neighborhood Distraction

We’ve written before about our “Neighborhood Distraction” (the stud doctor who’s the third in our thrupple; or was since he now has a boyfriend and we’re sometimes and foursome) and our “Afternoon Delight” (our stud college hunk bitch-slut who lives next-door in the Stepford-like suburban Country Club).  Well the slutty bitch-boy was in heat and waved his hot puss around until we caught the scent.  When we finished him off who was waiting for us at home with his holes hungry but our boy Jef.  We invited Corey the college hunk bitch-boy to add some capacity.

“Hey Mr. S!”  I turned from my mailbox toward the familiar voice down the street.  “Been a minute.”

That familiar voice is the recent college graduate son of our next-door neighbors.  He’s a recent college grad, a jock, with a killer bod to equal a killer smile; and his butt is world class.  In this use ‘world class’ means inviting, usable, and still tight despite what must be plenty of use.  We know all of those because we’ve used it.  *blush*

“Hey Corey.  Your dad mentioned you were traveling.  Good to have you back.”

Corey was getting his own house’s mail; he hadn’t dressed for the occasion.  His hair was as messy as his boxers were.  The boxers were all he had on.

“Yeah; got back yesterday and they left yesterday.  My sister’s still at college until end of June for some six week program.  So it’s all on me to find stuff to keep me out of trouble until my parents get back in three weeks.”

We knew Corey; he was a dirty slut.  He no more wanted to be out of trouble than I wanted to join a convent.

“Mr. S I wonder if you could help me with something.”

He stood there far from me with a handful of mail in one hand and his other scratching his balls.  I guessed what he wanted help with.

“Is it urgent, Corey?”  I made a gesture with my head downward toward his crotch.

“Oh ha ha Mr. S it’s not that,” he laughed and pulled that hand outward well clear of his body.  I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed that he wasn’t offering up that booty to Kent and me again.  “That power outage we had last night fucked-up something and there’s something beeping that won’t fucking stop.”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth young man?” I asked in response to his f-bombs.

“Yup I do.  Just like I suck cock with it,” he added not caring in the slightest if any dog-walking or other neighbors might be outside and close enough to over-hear.  “You remember that I bet Mr. S.”

Corey is such a devil.

“Yes well let me drop this mail inside and see if Kent wants to help you too.  I or we will be right over.”

“Definitely don’t forget to bring the hot doctor.”

I was surprised.  “Jef’s at the hospital; but how do you even know about him?”

“Ha ha.  Mom told me about him in a text.  Said she’d seen him around your house a few times without a shirt and had to get a closer look.  Says he’s a nice guy … been ‘visiting’ you for a few months; must be ... ”  The visiting was accompanied by air quotes, was over-accentuated, and sounded dirty as hell which was his intention.  He returned to playing with his balls in his boxers with his left hand.

“Well he’s now living with his boyfriend most of the time.  So if you want to meet him that will have to be another time.”

“In the meantime Mr. S give me a half hour; I haven’t showered yet today and I could use some time to … you know … in case you cash-in on that gift card you know?”

The ‘gift card’ he referred to was the gift to us by a stud of a fuck-bud of his who’d gifted us the unlimited use of his holes.  That fuck-buddy was a year behind him so would be finishing a full-ride athletic scholarship to Yale, if I remembered correctly; he’d claimed Corey as his bitch and felt free to offer him up.  Glenn and Corey had been rutting al fresco in a place where we had a full view; for sloppy seconds for all of us Kent and I used them both and out of that got the rights to Corey whenever however.

That was many months ago; before Corey’s walkabout as they say down under.  We knew Corey had been “doing some traveling” from my inquiries to his parents about him when we ran into our neighbors at the club.  Corey’s dad said he was finding himself; I knew what he was finding; cock.  His parents engaged us often and when it was just his dad and I in the locker room he’d talk much more about his son’s adventures; I’ve been suspicious that he suspected we’d railed his boy.

I laughed at Corey’s oblique reference; to all of a sudden shield the neighbors from what he was really saying. He needed to clean-out before we used his hole; which is what this was about. I wondered whether there was anything beeping at all … or if this was the cliché of clichés now admitted to.

“Be over in a bit, Corey.”

Kent opted to go with me.  “I need a turn on that hot ass of his; and he needs more training on taking two hung studs.”  While I appreciated my husband’s compliments I didn’t point out the flaw in his logic; the college grad’s trip likely afforded him a master class in taking dick.

We rang the bell and Corey called out, “Come on in it’s open.”  When we did we were looking directly into their living room; and directly into Corey’s shaved hole … which was also open.  He was on the sofa with his knees on the cushions and his chest over the back of the sofa.  I was not surprised.  I also had a moment’s hesitation after Kent entered about closing the door.  Unlike our house his front door faces the street and if it was open the inside of the house was an easy view for anyone passing.  It would serve the little slut right if we left his front door wide open like his slutty hole; open for all to watch him getting filled.  But not to watch us doing the filling; there was enough gossip about us already.  You know the kind of gossip:  “The house where the two men live together” in air quotes.  I closed the door.

“You dirty boy,” Kent laughed.  He’d shucked his shorts and slides and was already walking around the furniture between us and Corey’s winking hole on approach.  As was the usual with Kent he hadn’t worn a shirt so he was naked; his hardening monster cock waved and bobbed with his steps, a beautiful sight.  As I gawked at my handsome young stud of a husband and contemplated my very good fortune as I was listening for a beep.

“Fuck yeah daddies!” Corey called while looking over his shoulder.  “Come get this dirty boy’s freshly cleaned-out pussy just for you.”

I’d also taken a quick visual scan to see if there were any home cameras I could detect; just in case.  I hadn’t seen any but I’m far short of any expertise in that area.  And if there were Corey’s positioning and obvious enthusiasm would sufficiently give us defenses on the grounds of entrapment.

A slap rang-out and then a cry from the dirty bitch-boy as I snapped back to see my husband’s big hand in motion.  Just as Kent was rubbing the red mark on Corey’s bubble butt-cheek and Corey was moaning like a whore I heard the beep.  I can’t say I wasn’t surprised that there actually was one. 

“You two go ahead and get started while I go deal with the beep,” I said unnecessarily.

Kent shot me a look but I was already turning in the direction of the beep toward the kitchen; I gave him a lewd tongue wave confident that there would be plenty for me when I had dispatched the offending device. 

I heard my husband as I walked away.  “See that you wanton little bitch?  Your hole can’t even hold the attention of a horny old man!”

OLD?  The fuck!

Then another slap, cry, then moan.  Then a healthy spit, a deeper moan that turned into a groan, and a very loud cry without a slap.  I knew Kent had roughly taken the offered hole; his big bull cock makes me cry-out like that often despite years of practice.

I made quick work of the beep; the alarm system back-up battery needed replacement.  The beep stopped with the press of a button … if Corey had made the effort he could have figured it out.  Then again what pretense would he have for luring us over if he had? 

With the beep dispatched I turned my hearing back to the living room and heard Corey huffing and cursing.  Yeah Kent was in.

“Jesus FUCK you’re huge Mr. S!  DAMMIT I feel you rearranging my guts man!”

Kent was in the zone.  “This is what you’re made for you worthless hole.  This is what you wanted when you lured Al over here. You probably made whatever that is beep just to have a reason you slut.  We know your kind; and we know just what to do about it.”

I heard a loud grunt from Kent and then a squeal from the neighbor boy who’d obviously taken some hit from my husband.  “Oh fuck yeah daddy!”

Since it would be a while before my turn I found a screwdriver, and as a neighborly gesture I opened the alarm box, disconnected the spent battery, and closed it up again; if there was another power outage or if the unit cycled the kill button on some timer it wouldn’t beep again when it resumed.

As I walked back to the action I used my Apple Watch to send a text to Corey’s dad.

“Corey asked us to come over and solve a beeping problem after a power outage last night.  Alarm back-up battery needs replacement.  Disconnected the battery so it’ll stop until it’s reconnected.  Easy to replace; online at Amazon for about $75.”

I was back in view of the living room and Siri caught the voices in there.”

“So deep in me.”  “Yeah you love this big cock reaming-out your slut cunt don’t you bitch?”  “Fuck yeah daddy so deep and rough.  Just fuck me daddy!”

“Siri CANCEL TEXT!” I hurriedly yelled as the words were filling my watch face.  I’ve sent my share of awkward texts; Siri as as over-anxious as Corey’s hole is!

That momentarily stopped the action; but only for a moment.  Kent slammed himself back in and resumed pounding the boy after a WTF glance my way; Corey cried-out and was moaning again steadily.  I could see Corey had a grip underneath on Corey’s boy-sac.

“I stopped the beep,” I unnecessarily explained.

“Get your cock in this bitch’s mouth and shut him the fuck up before the neighbors hear us and think they can join in!” Kent directed me.

I yanked down my running shorts and was ready for Corey when I got around behind the couch and he gobbled me into his mouth.  I held his head to steady myself; Kent’s thrusts were forceful enough to have the bitch-boy’s body jolting forward with every pump.  My head was shoved into his throat more and more as my excitement grew.

The sight of my husband’s bull dong long-dicking the young jock was inspiring on many levels.  The gymnast jock’s musculature was well displayed; big round shoulders, wide back tapered to a tiny waist, butt-cheeks so solid they barely gave when Kent’s pelvis ground into them to get the last half-inch of that long pole of his all the way in.  I knew that move well. 

Kent’s likewise fabulous physique in motion made me swoon and I held tighter my hold on Corey’s head to stay standing.  To say that Kent is built is akin to saying the Suez Canal was quite a project.  He’s magnificent.

Corey’s moans and groans and cries all caused his throat and mouth to work my dick aggressively; the visual stimulation revved me up even more.  Much more; and much faster.

Kent began jabbing suddenly and Corey started howling around my cock.  Yup I knew that move too; Kent’s dick has a homing device for prostates.  I held Corey tight and kept my face-fucking at full pace; I was getting closer for the visual of the jock’s body jerking and both men’s muscles rippling as my husband nailed him.  The little jock’s vocality sending those vibrations through my dick to my swinging balls was revving me into the zone.

“Yeah that’s it bitch.  Let it go.  Show us what a bitch you are for man-cock.  Yeah boy; we’re gonna fuck it out of you!”

Corey was jerking about wildly as Kent’s jabs drove him over the edge.  He screamed around my cock as his body tensed and then jerked harder.  We both knew he was unloading all over his parents’ sofa as he moaned and cried louder around my dick buried in his throat.

“Yeah boy explain that to your parents when they see your splashed load all over their couch!” Kent said and gave Corey a hard slap on his left butt-cheek.

Corey’s howl hit me right and I was suddenly pumping his throat full of my own juice and howling myself; he was gagging which made me a little proud.

“Fuck take it.  Take it all,” I choked out and held his head tight with my dick down his throat.

“Oh FUCK yes!” Kent yelled and jammed himself deep inside the bitch.  His muscles tensed, his eyes locked on me, his face contorted and then smiled again as he began to pump out.

The only thing better than seeing my husband cum is feeling it inside.  Corey felt it; his body jerked in time to the slight thrusts as Kent pumped shot after shot into the jock’s guts.  The sheen of sweat on both of them and the aroma of our sweat and cum made me want to go again.

“Old man?”  That flashed through my head as I felt my dick going soft and Corey’s mouth going slack after his exertions.  Going again wouldn’t happen right away … unless one of the two younger men was ready to use my hole.  Kent was certainly capable of a two-fer; I’d seen Corey go more than that.  But Corey’s boy-sized dick didn’t interest me.

“Assascccccvkkkkkkkk!” Corey cried when Kent’s still-gorged dick-knob plopped out of his used jock-hole.

That dick was still plenty hard and his head fatter than a ripe plum.  Mmmmm.

“I call next on that!” I yelled.

“Only if you promise not to cum until you’re ready to use this slut’s pussy,” my husband laughed back at me  

“He just came,” Corey said and gave my softening dick a swipe with his tongue.

Kent smacked Corey’s butt hard, and Corey welped so loud I really thought someone outdoors might have heard.  “You think I don’t know when my husband cums you stupid slut?”  Kent continued before the boy could answer.  “C’mon this slut doesn’t deserve to watch us.”  Another smack on the other cheek; another loud yelp from our host.

Kent was already getting his shorts up and adjusting his still-hard dick in them over by the door and I had mine pulled-up.  Corey had flopped back on the upholstered sofa; his splayed legs showed his hole leaking out Kent’s load.

“How long are your folks gone?”  I asked him as Kent opened the front door.

Corey grinned and reminded me.  “A few of weeks.  Plenty of opps for you to … “

“Plenty of time for you to get their sofa cleaned so they don’t find out what a dirty little slut you are!”  That was Kent.

Corey just grinned, fingered his hole with two fingers, and brought them up to suck.  “Plenty of time for both,” he said with a lascivious smile as we laughed and left.

I Siri’d a more controlled text to Corey’s dad on our walk back.

“Corey asked us to come over and solve a couple of problems for him.  A beeping after a power outage last night.  Alarm back-up battery needs replacement.  Disconnected the battery.  Easy to replace; online at Amazon for about $75.  And a cleaning problem.   Oh and some holes that needed filling.”

Kent guffawed when he heard that.

Siri sent the text; we were still laughing when Sasha greeted us enthusiastically inside our house.

“Speaking of holes that need filling.”

Jef was standing unexpectedly at the other end of the open front rooms.  As was his habit he wasn’t fully dry from a shower and beads of water glistened on his muscled torso in the afternoon sunlight through the front doors.

“I had a really shitty day today and could use some dick therapy.”

Jef had been spending time with his new boyfriend Ehsan.  To be fair we’d all spent considerable time fucking around together but Jef and Ehsan had paired-off while retaining the option to double-pair with us.  Complicated?  Not really … well maybe Jef being home with us alone might make it complicated I contemplated.

Kent left Sasha and his crouch and went to Jef and put his arms around him.  “So sorry you had a bad day.  I hope you didn’t lose a … “. I wondered whether Kent was asking if Jef lost a patient or lost a boyfriend.

“Oh fuck no!” Jef cleared-up.  Kent was relieved but also confused; I was the same.  Sasha was disinterested and walked the other way now that the naked guy was getting the attention.  “No; thank goodness no my surgeries today went well.  No it’s just this new hospital admin; what a fuckin’ hard-ass pencil dick!  Gave me grief three times today between surgeries.”  He scrunched-up his face and raised his voice to a whiny sing-song.  “Your report on patient X was too long; the unnecessary information leaves the hospital open to … Your report on patient Y was too short; you’ve left us open to criticism in peer review for … “  I’ve been in the lockers with that little fuck; my report wasn’t as short as his tiny dick!  In Gray’s Anatomy if you look-up ‘micro-penis’ his pic is there.  And for real for a guy with a penis tinier than a prepubescent how he can be such a colossal … well PRICK is beyond me!”

Even Jef laughed at his own joke with us and relieved some of his body’s tenseness.  Then he obviously sniffed first in Kent’s direction and then in mine.  “You two stink of sex; I could really use some of each of you.”  Then he turned and jiggled his bubble butt-cheeks at us.  “Squeaky clean … and need it rough to knock the day out of me.”

“You’re your own man Jef but I feel like we should ask why Ehsan isn’t taking care of this … situation,” Jef asked.

“Didn’t you get my text?  Last week?  Maybe even the week before?”  He looked from Kent to me; both of us gave him a confused look.  “About Ehsan going on his fishing trip with his buddies?”

Kent and I looked at each other and then shook our heads at him.  I also realized it had been a few weeks since we’d seen Jef  or Ehsan.  I know I figured they were too busy exploring their new life. 

“I said he was going away for a few days and unless you didn’t want me I’d probably come back and stay here?”  Now Jef looked confused.

“You mean the text two weeks ago?  The one that roughly said, ‘Ehsan has a trip with his friends for a few days.  I might sleep home with you while he’s gone?’  And now it’s over two weeks later and we figured you’d decided not to after all?  That text?”

Jef looked sheepish and then laughed.  “Yeah well his trip started yesterday; I haven’t been fucked for more than twenty-four hours and if ever I needed a rectum-full of sperm and an aching anus to get through the day it’s today.”  He turned around and stuck his exquisite ass out at us and slapped it hard and grinned wickedly.  “Unless of course you’ve used it all up already; you do reek of it which only makes my situation more urgent!”

My shorts were suddenly tight again; the plans to have my stud husband pound me out merging with my dick’s desire to get deep in Jef.  I took hold of his hard butt and squeezed; I let my middle finger find its way to his moist pucker.  Jef gasped as I pressed in.  His dick was getting stiff.

Kent is always practical; even more than I am.  “Let’s take this in our room.”

“Or out on the lanai,” Jef suggested.  “Ehsan doesn’t have one of those at his condo.”

“Another dirty slut,” Kent chuckled.  “We should have played the lottery today; it’s definitely a lucky one.”

”Or the stop sign on the corner should say ‘stop for slut crossing’,” I speculated and gave us all a laugh. 

As we walked through the pool bathroom I quickly filled Jef in on the neighbor boy.  Jef hadn’t met Corey; Corey’s adventure started in the fall before Jef moved here.  That was why I’d been surprised that he knew about Jef when he mentioned him.  I wondered if his parents had filled him in with something like, “Now there are three of them living there; and you KNOW they’re all waking funny all the time!”

“I’d like to have watched my two men using that college boy!” Jef grinned.  “But right now I want all your attention on me!”

“Two of your THREE men!” I corrected. 

“He’s not here and there are two manly-sized penises attached to two very virile men.  Dumb fuck would rather be with some straight buddies than fucking me!”

Whoa, I thought.  I hadn’t realized Jef was that possessive.  I briefly wondered if we should talk to Jef rather than fuck him.  My husband seemed confident that we should give Jef what he had asked for.

Kent held his wrist up and talked to his Apple Watch.  “Hey Siri.  Send a text to Corey Sullivan.  Corey get over here; we have a friend who needs some of what we just gave you.  Come to the lanai.”

I shook my head.  “You’re bad,” I said.

Jef climbed onto a lounge and was on all fours with his knees near the end and his ass out.  Kent walked up to where Jef’s head was and unzipped his shorts; his massive hard-on sprung up and smacked Jef’s chin.  “Fuck yeah.  Nothing against Ehsan or you for that matter Al but man I’ve missed this bull cock on your husband!”  He grabbed Kent by the balls and swallowed his nearly ten inches with a grunt and a moan.

I fingered Jef’s hole and confirmed that he’d lubed himself after his shower.  I’d thought so when I’d copped a feel before we came outside; he really did come to get fucked.  He had his mouth full so he pushed back onto two of my fingers and clenched on them.  I got the message, dropped my shorts, and lined-up for entry.  To my husband I grinned.  “He lubed himself up.”

“Seems to be inspiring,” he said, throwing a glance down to my throbbing dick-head.  “Dirty slut,” my husband said to Jefwith a grin of his own.

“Not as dirty a slut as I am I hope,” Corey called from the lanai door and opened it.

Sasha heard him and ran out to greet him.  That gave me time to plunge into Jef’s fiery depths.  He gave a long grunt and groan from my less-than-gentle entry.  I was just giving him what he asked for.

Corey had finished greeting Sasha; the latter had ambled back inside.  Corey strolled purposefully around the pool to where we were spit-roasting our hot doctor and stopped by him.  “He’s fuckin’ hot!  Three daddies; what god did I please today?”

I thrusted harder inside Jef’s slicked hole and made him shout a garbled moan around Kent’s cock.  “I only know two daddies you pleased today,” I said with a smirk.

Corey’s natural selection as a bottom was known to us but not to Jef; the small protrusion of a hard-on that emerged from Corey’s strawberry blond patch of trimmed pubes didn’t deter Jef though.  He reached out and grabbed Corey by his smallish balls and pulled him to where he could alternate between Kent’s monster dick and Corey’s spike.  When he first engulfed our neighbor in his mouth Corey shouted. “FUCK that’s hot!  I’m usually the one giving not receiving.”

Kent had his arm around Corey’s shoulders.  “What kind of hosts would we be if we didn’t offer all the benefits of our hospitality?”

I pumped Jef’s hole vigorously and with the knowledge that my load would take me some time after my last one just a short while before.  I wondered if it was still in Corey’s twat or if he’d cleaned himself up after we left.

Kent seemed to pick-up my thoughts.  He reached down with the arm that had been around Corey’s broad and muscular gymnast shoulders and made Corey jump; I knew he’d found the boy’s honey-pot.  “This one’s lubed too,” Kent confirmed with a grin.

“Thanks daddies,” Corey added with an evil grin.  Than a hiss.  “Jeez he’s as good with his hand as he is with his mouth,” he said looking down at Jeff choking on Kent’s dick again and stroking the boy-dick with gusto like it was a ten-incher.

Corey started panting very suddenly.  “Oh man I’m gonna … “  Just then he grunted,  squeezed his eyes shut, and he clutched at Kent’s arm to steady himself when he blasted a shot of his thick cum boy-jock cum right at Jef’s face.

“This boy goes off easily,” Kent observed with a smirk as Corey spurted several more blasts and moaned like a bitch.  I also noticed that he was grinding his butt on Kent’s fingers; I was sure Kent had been the one to trip his switch with some prostate prodding.

“Think he can get that slutty hole of his tight enough to take care of Jef?” I asked.

“I dunno,” Kent replied a little breathlessly from the work Jef was doing on his spit-soaked dick.  “He’s still stretched from the fucking we gave him and slimy as fuck from my load in him.  OH.  FUCK.  YEAH!”

The last was Kent reacting to Jef getting back to work on his balls after releasing Corey when he was done pumping out his seed.  Watching Kent get close to another load lit my fuse; I rammed into Jef harder and huffed and puffed and grunted.  Seeing Corey’s thick white ball slime dripping off Jef’s handsome face turbo-charged my excitement.

Jef squeezed around my pounding dick and milked it out of me.  “Arrrgggghhhhggghhhhh!” I yelled and felt my balls explode and began filling Jef with a painful second load in an hour.

Kent reached out and pulled me into him for a rough kiss and loosed his own load down Jef’s throat.  “Ggggnnnnnhhhhhhh!” he grunted while his body jerked and he emptied his balls.

Jef glugged loud as he struggled to swallow Kent’s load.  Corey was sort of collapsed back on a lounge but enjoying the show.  “Two big-dicked daddies unloading and I get none of it?  What’s up with that?” he fake-pouted.

Kent and I disengaged from each other and from Jef’s holes.  Jef groaned as I pulled out of him; my head was still swollen and his ring was still clenched.  “FUCK!” he added, falling back on his lounge.

Jef’s dick was hard and pointing skyward.  “Corey!” Kent snapped hard enough to make the boy jump.

“Mr. S?”

“Make yourself useful!”  He threw a glance at Jef’s rigid member waving in the breeze.  Corey’s face lit up and he scrambled to get up.  “That hole is plenty lubed so just climb on and ride him,” Kent added.

“Fuck that!” Jef piped-up.  Corey was momentarily stopped.  “Just get on your back and prepare for all my remaining frustrations to be taken out on you!”

Corey grinned and flopped on his back on his lounge as Jef advanced on him.  Corey locked his arms behind his knees and had his messy cunt up high and ready.  I moved over and shoved my flaccid dick still dripping with my own load and Jef’s butt juices and lube into the boy’s mouth.  He gobbled me down hungrily and then moaned loud when Jef sank into him.  I knew Corey was slack from our fuckings and Kent’s fingering and I knew Jef’s hard-on isn’t thick; our boy Corey knows how to make his tops feel welcome.

The slurpy sounds of Jef pounding Corey’s hole complemented Corey’s moans of pleasure.  “Take it you little slut!” Jef spat at him angrily.  “You know this is all you’re good for you little bitch-hole.”

Kent and I threw each other a glance.  We’d seen Jef in many moods from sad to gleeful but never angry; he really was angry from his day. At least from his day and maybe Ehsan’s trip with his friends.

I removed my very spit-cleaned dick from Corey’s mouth so he could concentrate on the angry fuck Jef was throwing him.  Kent and I settled back into another lounge together and watched; we both jerked in surprise when Kent spat in Corey’s face.

“You know this is all you’re good for!  Take it you little cunt!”

Corey was as into it as Jef was.  “Come on use my hole daddy!  That’s what it’s there for.  That’s what I’m here for.  FUCK YES!”  He shouted the last when Jet’s wad of spit landed in his left eye.  “Come on let it go; fill me up daddy!”

Jef started grunting and stabbing into Corey with shorter faster strokes until he jammed himself as deep as he could go.  “Take it you fucking cum dump!” he yelled a little louder than I’d have liked since I imagined it reverberating through the neighborhood.

Then his body jerked numerous times as Corey kept moaning, “YEAH!”  And then Jef sort of went slack and collapsed on the boy.  They were panting and Corey got his ankles behind Jef’s butt and held him deep inside him as their bodies heaved and sweat ran.

“I’d make introductions but seems you two have met!” I joked.  Both of them laughed as did my husband; the latter with a shake of his head.

“Corey is our recent college grad and next-door neighbor.  Corey the man who just added his load to ours is our sometimes house-mate Jef.  He’s a doctor at Mayo since the end of last year.”

“Three daddies who fuck like MEN next door?  And my parents gone for weeks?  I must have hit the lottery!” Corey exclaimed.  Then he looked at Jef who was starting to get up and out of him and said, “Pleased, I’m sure.”

Jef looked down as we did and saw the college jock’s ripped torso splattered with another load; his own.  “I could tell.”  We all laughed.  “Oh and I’m not a jerk; I just had a bad day at work,” Jef added a little sheepishly.

“Not gonna lie,” Corey came back immediately. “I’m hoping you have more bad days just like today!”  He slapped his cummy hole for good measure before he lowered his legs and ass.