Banging the Roofer from Across the Street

All I knew beforehand was that my younger sexy husband wrapped his sweaty arms and upper body around my similarly my sweaty torso, began grinding his crotch into my sweaty shorts and bit my neck.  His running shorts might not have been there at all because his boner was out the leg and stabbing into me.  He growled more than whispered: “I’d like to fuck my husband in the pool.  Now!”

It was unseasonably warm; had come from cleaning the front walk and had found me working in the back yard garden area.  That normally very well-tended flower bed had become woefully overgrown during an unplanned absence during a consulting gig that got extended right up until our a vacation; and then the holidays kept thoughts of yard maintenance at bay when we returned.  Sure we have a service that trims hedges and cuts the lawn; but there’s so much more that always needs to be done.  Leaving it causes an ever-growing job. The ruin of our garden could not be ignored.  Until the next thing I knew Kent had his hand down the back of my shorts, two fingers inside me opening me up, and was kissing me like he hadn’t just fucked my lights out that morning.

We were in our pool shortly thereafter.  It’s secluded unless the one-side neighbors go to their upstairs spare bedroom and looked out between the palms that surround our pool.  I knew because before they bought (after we did) we’d gone to an open house to do the recon.  I can’t say if we were relieved or disappointed; we spent most of our pool time naked and there was comfort in knowing we were as secluded as we thought but also disappointment in having any overt exhibitionism thwarted.

Roofers were working over the garage in across the street.  As Kent shoved his hard dick through my resistant opening I looked skyward; and as  my eyes swept toward the heavens I thought it was a shame that our pool area is nearly completely private so nobody could see me getting boned by the studly young buck I’m blessed to have as my husband.

I learned after that a sweaty roofer across the street was my benefactor; Kent told me later that a hot muscular roofer across the street on the Jacobs’ roof had inspired our midday delight (that day).

We floated in the blazing sun after he thoroughly banged me.  I could feel my gaping opening allowing his cum flow out into the pool water; I knew it was mixing among the thousands of gallons of pool water with the spermload I had jerked out of my own dick while he relentlessly impaled me until he finally came in a great shout of release.  Kent pumped what felt like a gallon of his juice up into my sore hole.

“I saw every muscle in his torso flex and glisten from his perspiration in this sun.”

“It’s a damned good thing the weather turned back warm yesterday and is staying that way through the weekend,” I observed.  I hoped we’d both catch a glimpse of the roofer tomorrow; and my husband’s passions would ignite again with me the beneficiary.

“Yeah!” Kent agreed and splashed some water over his ripped upper body and exposed balls and half-hard dick glistening in the afternoon sun.  “When he stretched his arms above his head at one point his thick underarm tufts were soaked and dripping in beads of his perspiration.  I stopped long enough to really look; okay maybe I stared and might have licked my lips.  He caught me; and he adjusted his bulging crotch while he smiled at me and waved with his other hand.”

My husband was telling me essentially that he’d been eye-fucking some anonymous roofer in our neighborhood.  I’d thought our pool romp had been a hot spontaneous thing born of my husband’s insatiable desire for his older husband; I could not have sworn that it wasn’t the endorphins keeping me afloat there instead of the pool float while I listened to him confess.  Still …

“And when I had the walk clean and the Amazon package opened that took me out front in the first place and then came back to find you …  There you were; no shirt and muscles and that manly chest fur glistening and flexing while you worked in the back garden.  And you even had those tight hot army shorts on that really show off your ass and they were all sweaty all around the waist and down your ass-crack ...   Goddammit Al I can’t control myself around you; and if I ever lost you-“

We’d been holding hands and he’d yanked me close to him clenching my hand as he choked on his words.  He clenched my hand tighter and fought in vain to keep control.

I rolled off my float and pulled him off his and into my arms.  “It didn’t end that way.  We made it; you and me.”  I held him close and kissed his temple as he sobbed.  This happens to both of us at times when we re-live the accident of a couple of years before and the long months of my recovery.

Our dog Sasha let out a plaintive bark from the pool deck; he didn’t abide any of our family being in pain of any sort.  It caused us both to get it together and laugh momentarily.

“Yes boy; we all made it didn’t we?” I cooed at our trusty best friend. Sasha had been with us in the SUV and fortunately neither he nor Kent were hurt.

After some more hanky panky in the pool and sun-drying afterward I went back for another go at the primeval mess that had once been our garden.  This time Kent helped.  Sasha supervised.

Afterward we had a short cool rinse-off together on the pool deck using the outdoor shower.  When I pulled Kent into a clench he laughed and suggested we get something to eat to fuel up for some late afternoon delight or early evening escapade.  I was hard but couldn’t fight his logic; notably the implied promise.

It was as we cleaned up from that very late lunch still in just towels after the outdoor shower that the doorbell rang.  I won’t lie and say it didn’t annoy me; I still had a semi threatening full-on boner in expectation of dragging Kent me to our bed when we were done clearing our meal.  I didn’t bother to check Ring and just growled “l’ll get rid of whoever it is” and stomped to the door.

I threw the front door open with a who the fuck are you and what do you want sort of forcefulness.  Facing me was a shirtless younger stud who was soaked in sweat including dripping hair and a thick ring of sweat around the waist of his cargo shorts and descending to his groin.

“Nice” the stranger exhaled with a smile; and he gave me a full once-over.  He brazenly adjusted himself; and Kent’s description flashed in my mind.  Had to be!

I stood facing him in only my own wet towel clinging to my hips.  I felt my semi-hardon flex against the terry.  If this was in fact the roofer he was every bit the dish Kent had spied.

“Two studs in the house.  Either I’m a luckier guy than when the younger stud caught my eye earlier … or you two are father and son maybe?  Maybe I’m even luckier if you are ... and if you … “

He stopped and just grinned at me.  His hand had never left his big bulge in his sweaty cargo shorts and he tugged and made the waist band go even lower and exposed the top boundary of a lush blond bush.

“Al who is it?” Kent asked coming around and into the foyer.  He’d put his hand on my shoulder and leaned into me to see around the door.  “OH!” he blurted and stopped cold.  Then I knew for certain it was the roofer from the Jacobs house.

The roofer grinned.  “I was thinking I wasn’t wrong earlier.”  He grabbed himself tighter and took his time adjusting his now tenting crotch.

Just then the warm breeze wafted the smell of manly sweat mixed with vague remnants of body wash at us.  I know Kent got it too; we both shivered against each other from the pheromone rush.  The unseasonable heat made it obvious that our shivers were from the excitement.

“I didn’t uh-“ Kent stammered.  His grip on my shoulder went tight and he leaned into me more.

Honestly I liked all of it.  I gave the hot guy on our porch an obvious once-over of my own.

“If you’re looking for some hot action we were just about to have some of our own.  Three’s company.”

I lolled my head over onto Kent’s broad shoulder and made eyes at him.  I reached back and rubbed his thickening rod through his wet towel; he moaned and then caught himself.

“Or were you here for something else; some juice maybe?”

“Oh that’s exactly what I’m here for.”

The sexy worker who would spend the next hour or so getting sweatier with us hadn’t moved; he leered back.  “Juice for certain!”

“Won’t you come in?” Kent asked formally.

“I’ll come if you come,” the worker said sassily and managed to grab each of our dicks as he passed inside.  “Oh yeah I’ll definitely come” he said with lewd effect and pulled our towels off.  “You’ll decide where.”  Then he unzipped and let the cargo shorts drop nearly on Sasha’s head; he’d gotten interested when the stranger entered.

Sasha gave the sweaty shorts a good sniffing looking up at the stranger occasionally but content with the shorts.  Perv!  Like his dads!

The stranger pushed his sweat-soaked purple boxer briefs down, and whipped out a beautiful fat cut dick and heavy pair of balls.  Sasha gave both a good sniff then wandered off; he’s far more easily pleased than we are and he knows a naked man means time for him to get lost.

“Now that we’ve got the show and tell out of the way,” the roofer said with a grin at us and gave our crotches some directed looks.

I shut the door self-conscious of neighbors; even though our front door and porch isn’t exposed to the sidewalk or street that directly.  But I stood proud of what I was showing and equally proud and admiring my husband’s big dick.

The roofer stood proudly displaying hos wares with a turn from side to side as he showed us his magnificent bubble butt.  “Do I meet your approval men; because you sure meet mine.”  Then he reached out and ran the flat fingers and palm of his hand down my torso over my wide ‘racing stripe’ scar from my surgeries.  “Sexy as fuck!” he added.

Naked in just his boots the roofer’s muscles and the smell of his sweat was compelling.  A fine sweaty ass on him sealed the allure.

I dropped to my knees and took an incautious long swipe up that sweaty crack with my tongue.  The smell of him up close was heady; the taste was all man and surprisingly clean for his exertion and obvious lack of facility to prep for ass play.    

He seemed to know what I was thinking.

“Nothing to worry about back there.  I’m on a juice cleanse.”

I didn’t hesitate; I was treated to a meal of man hole almost rivaling my husband’s eminently palatable love portal.  If it’s only for the sake of full disclosure he likewise considers mine a manly meal and eagerly and expertly eats me until I beg for his dick or cum; usually both!

“Fuck yah daddy!”  The new guy exclaimed loudly.

I dug my tongue farther into the guy’s tight hole.  For good measure I took a hold on his hairy dangling balls to pull them back and give them some love too.  “Oh fuck!”

“You offering that hot ass to us?” Kent asked, giving one cheek a slap.

“Hey dudes NOTHING’s off the table for you two hot men ya know?  And there’s sure enough of you two to go around.”

He was in an awkward position with his shorts around his ankles and his boots.  “Why don’t you get the rest of your stuff of?” I suggested.  And he wasted no time.

“When’s the last time this tight hole got a good stretching?” I asked.

Standing now proudly naked in all his muscular glory our guest smiled with mischief.  “Never recently enough; especially when two fine fuckers like you haven’t opened me up yet.”  To drive his point home he licked his lips slowly and eyed both of our proudly standing hard dicks.  “Good thing I like a challenge; two extra large!”  He winked.

We’re both on the better half of the bell curve if you get my drift.  I’m not porn star hung; but Kent is.  Having passed the mid-century mark I bathed in the compliments for my part.

“Why don’t we take this to a bedroom?” Kent suggested.

“Lead the way” our guest responded eagerly.  To be helpful he put my hand on his own very respectable hard-on.  “I’ll follow.”

Kent did lead the way; to our rooms.  I was already aching to take my turn on this guy’s tight butthole.

“Nice ass on you!” the guest said obviously leering at Kent’s very fine bubble butt.  Then he gave my ass a smack.  “Also VERY nice!  I seriously hope you sit on my face with that.”

We all stopped when we got in the bedroom by the big king-sized bed.  There was an awkward moment where we were all just paused.

“Should we take that spread off?” The roofer asked.  Then he looked through to the bathroom and directly into the wet room.  “Or do you want me to clean off the sweat and grime first.

Kent shoved our guest backward onto the bed without a word.

“Well fuck yah!  Game on!” the roofer cried and he bounced on the bedspread as his balls bounced on his thigh and his big hard-on swung to a stop.  The view of his muscles in motion and hard cock swaying around among bouncing balls stoked me even more.

Then he couldn’t talk anymore because Kent climbed on him and shoved his delicious ass down on the guest’s face.  Kent’s dick was rock hard and seemed to be pointing my way while he stared down; and it was flopping up and down while he rode the guy’s face.  The guy was clamping onto Kent’s perfect bubble butt with tanned muscular hands and steadying him.  Kent’s dick shaft was smacking the guy’s collar bone and his head was drooling precum that splatted each time his fat knob slapped down between the guy’s abs; there was a splattered puddle there.

“Before we get too much further,” I asked, “Are you clean?  We are, we’re on PrEP, and we don’t want anything else.”

The guy momentarily pushed Kent’s hairy crack up enough to tell me he was “pristine” and offered to show his most recent test results on his phone if we wanted him to.  Someone was sure prepared while he was laying roof tile.   His last words got garbled by Kent’s muff muting all but grunts and moans again.

Kent moved back farther to throat fuck him and got enough of his monster dick in for his big balls to be bouncing on the guy’s forehead.  The guy gagged and flailed; Kent’s knob could be seen jabbing around inside the roofer’s throat.

I should tell whoever is reading that my husband Kent is a bit of a wild man in bed; or anywhere else sex is involved.  He gets worked up easy and lets loose.  It’s not what I fell in love with him for; it’s one of many things I fell in love with him for.  He may be the most fun guy I’ve ever been man-on-man with; no question he’s the best.

“Get the hell on him hon!”  Kent was in the zone and ordering me to fuck the roofer while he rode the guy’s face.  HAWT!

“You should do the honors love” I told him.   Yes I love my man that much; that I’d let him have this hunk’s hole first.

“Get the fuck on this whore!”  I only ever hear Kent swear when his dick is hard; and only with me.  This dominance of both throat fucking the guest while he gagged, coughed, and writhed around and ordering me around was making my hard dick drip and twitch.

The roofer was struggling but not as much as to try and push Kent off I noticed.  Our guest had some skills despite the inevitable physics of Kent’s size and aggression.

“At least smack his nuts around if you’re not going to fuck him. I want to feel his throat clench harder on my cock.”

The guy’s dick was hard as steel and arced up over his lower abs; not huge but big and cut.  There was a big pool of his own pre-cum; obviously he was enjoying it so far.  But ball-smacking I thought while something kinky of our own predilection to most guys it might not be welcome.  Kent seemed to know what I was thinking; why I was hesitant.

“Do it for me.  Like I like it.”  He said it less commanding and more like the man I could not refuse anything.

I did it just like he liked.  I reached over and grabbed up the guy’s sweaty hairy balls and took a grip on them like an ice cream cone.  Then I smacked them medium to hard.

The roofer convulsed and screamed around Kent’s throat impaler.  But the guy’s dickhead flared and a really big blob of pre-cum came out forcefully.

Kent also yelled “Fuck yah!  Milk my cock with your throat!  Again Al.  Harder!”

I pulled his jewels tighter and that got another muffled scream from him and another yell of pleasure from Kent.

I smacked his balls full hard that next time; bigger screams from both of them and more impressive dick knob flexing and emissions onto the guy’s own abs.

“Get on him and shove it in and keep doing that!”   The commanding Kent was back in full charge.

With my grip on his sac I pulled up. That had the triple effect of another shared audible from both of them, another bigger emission from his dick onto his channeled abs, and getting his legs up.

“He loves it” Kent assessed.  “Another few of those and I’ll blast a load right down his throat.”

Not that Kent blasting a load was much of an achievement.  He is very orgasmic.

My husband’s rippling physique while he pumped the guy’s throat was my own Spanish fly.  I resourcefully scooped as much of the roofer’s own lube from his hard abs and roughly lubed up his hairy hole.  I wanted to eat that beautiful crack again but I was obeying Kent now.  I used those balls for leverage and plunged in surprisingly easy.

While he convulsed and contorted from my slaps and pulls and twists and thrusts he replenished the pool of pre-cum on himself.  And I could see Kent was getting closer and closer.

“Harder!”  Kent was still making him gag and choke from the roughness of his throat assault.  “I want to come in him while you’re cumming in him.”

I put more attention to fucking the roofer hard and deep.

“Yeah Al just do him.  Show him how you make me scream when you do me!”

I didn’t want to assume he could take it rough like we liked it sometime.  But he was writhing around sucking me into his slicked hole so I just went for it.

“YES!” was Kent’s cry when I pushed back the guy’s leg that was on my shoulder and bent him in half.  I drove full force into his hot channel feeling it tight and resistant but  yielding at the same time and took off from there.

“Yah do it man!” Kent urged me.  “He definitely loves it.”

I leaned forward while I slam-pumped the roofer and kissed my husband.  Kent brought his arms up and around me and held me tight and kissed me like our lives depended on it.

We both pumped this stranger both ends for only a short time while we kissed each other soulfully.  He was choking and bucking and that made my ride all the better.  That is my excuse for coming so fast.

“Shoot babe shoot!”  Kent knew from my short gasps and my escalated pace of short jabbing slams that I was there.

The guy was screaming though they were stifled and I let loose into him.  I tensed up my whole body at first then pumped through it and drove myself as deep and hard into him as I could while my balls were emptying.

“Oh fuck yah! I’m coming too. Take it you cock-whore!” Kent yelled.

If I had not already been coming Kent’s filthy talk might have done it.  And seeing him tense and then break as he went across that edge was every bit as good as having made him do that myself.

I kissed my husband as he emptied his balls into this random stud who had rung our bell.  Oh yah he rang our bells all right.

When we finally dismounted the guy was completely drenched in his own sweat, spit, pre-cum, and a very respectable cumload neither Kent nor I had noticed.  Guess some of that writhing around had been less the discomfort of Kent choking him and more his own pleasure.

“Holy fuckin’ shit dudes!” he cried when he could catch his breath.

Kent and I had both fallen back against the wood headboard with our butts to either side of the roofer’s head.  We were leaning together over him sweating ourselves now.

The miasma of maleness and sex was filling the room.  Kent and I are both appreciative of male smells and tastes and I knew Kent was enjoying the aftermath like I was.  Having blown our wads and having the endorphin rush to ass to the strong scent of sweat and cum didn’t hurt.

The roofer moved and got himself up and over me.  “Here let me clean you up.”  Before I could say anything he swallowed my dick and worked me with his tongue.

“Oh man!”  My dick was still sensitive these minutes later.

“Mmmmmmm” he groaned.

When he finished me off to his satisfaction he flopped back and smacked his lips.  “We both taste good!”

Kent was hard again; the guy reached up and back and started stroking him and grinned.  Then he jolted when his phone dinged from outside the room.  “Fuck!” he cried.  “Fuck me and then I gotta go!”

Without further ado the guy climbed on facing Kent and began riding Kent’s big dick with his face contorted.  “FUCK that’s big!”

Kent leaned his head back as the guy took him to his bush and then recovered and smirked.  “Not bad.”

“I’ll show you not bad!”  The guy snaked out his arm and pulled me sideways while he pulled Kent in and we had a hot three-way kiss.  My dick should have been wasted from our play earlier and the recent effort but I felt myself rejoining the effort.

“Fuck he knows how to work a cock doesn’t he?” Kent asked.

Kent had broken away to make that statement and it was the guy and me kissing; it was unusual for us and uncomfortable for me.  But he also had my hard-again dick in his hand pumping it a little painfully.  I broke the kiss and leaned over and dribbled spit onto my dick and his hand and then he did the same.

“Good thinking!” He grinned and jacked me.  And he rode Kent harder.

“You gonna come for me stud?”

In reply Kent took hold of his shoulders and began to drive up into him forcefully.

“Yeah stud fuck my pussy like your hubby did.  Oh yeah go on use it.  Use me!”

Kent made good work of it and fucked him for far longer than I had lasted.  All while he did the guy jacked me and kissed us both.  When I finally got close he edged off and played with my balls.

“Your man is ready.  Are you?”

Kent’s face became all determination and he shoved himself up into the guy’s butt with a vengeance.  He even gnashed his teeth.

“Yah COME ON!” the roofer yelled and ground down hard.

The guy rode Kent as hard as he took it and both of them were straining and grunting and sweating.  He took me in hand again and slowly then faster stroked me.

“Tell me when you’re going to do it.”

He had his eyes locked on Kent and he was regulating me at the frustrating edge of coming.  Part of me wanted to remind him that a middle-aged guy’s dick might just go soft at any moment and he would leave me blue-balled if he didn’t let me cum.

“Here it comes you fucker.”

Any thought of losing my hard was impossible.  Looking at the determination on Kent’s face was all the inspiration I needed.  Well that and the guy’s skillful hand.

“Yeah give it to me.  Go on fill me with more of that potent juice man.”

And that is when Kent let out a guttural moan that seemed to echo through the room.  His face twisted up and then he threw his head back and started yelling.  “Take it!  Yeah suck it all up with that pussy!”

Right then I was gasping and blew a wad all over my chest and abs and the roofer that made me very proud.  Then I realized the guy was coming too and some of the spray was him.  Impossible to tell on me what was his and what was mine as we all rode through a well choreographed triple.

The guy slowed his gyration on Kent’s spent dick and he pulled us into another kiss.

Another series of dings from the other room.  “I really gotta go.”

He eased up off Kent and scrambled around to dive down and suck him aggressively.

Kent gasped and clenched his teeth sucking in his breath while the roofer cleaned his dick.

The roofer’s phone began a rock ringtone.

“FUCK!  What now?  I really gotta go.”  He had looked the message up on his watch.  “Fuck!  I gotta pick my kid up at soccer.  That was my wife reminding me that she’s headed for a class.”

Wife?  Well ok.  A stud but a cheating one.  Or maybe not.  Maybe an ex, careless wording, and a friendly arrangement to work out the scheduling.  Yeah I would go with that.

“She won’t be home until after our son is in bed.  I’ll have to perform on command when she gets home,” he added unnecessarily.

Ok, so he was just a cheating husband.  Sexy and skilled though; and really since when did I judge?

“At least take a shower.”

The roofer laughed as he was tying his boots.  “Have you smelled a fourteen year old boy after a soccer game lately?  Trust me he won’t notice that I reek of you two!”

Kent chimed in. “You stunk when you got here and now you’re covered in it and reek of sex besides the work.  But I think we see your point.”

The guy stopped in his move to head out the door to search for phone in his shorts pocket. “My boy won’t notice.  Most days he skips showering himself.  But it was nice of you to offer and I appreciate it.  You guys are class!”

I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or honest.

“Really I gotta bail.  Maybe I-“

Kent didn’t miss a beat as he got up and walked the guy out.  I stayed behind and began to strip the bed.  I heard them down the hall.

“We’re here.  Drop a card if you have one and we can send our contact info.”

“Ah ok dude.”

“You two are hot fuckers.  You guys are really lucky.”

“Well not to overload the incentive … or to scare you off but there are three of us.”

“Get out!” I heard the roofer huff and momentarily stop the noises with getting his boots on.

“Yup.  The third is a work right now.  He saves lives for a living.”

“Fuck me!” the roofer exclaimed and I heard him rustling again with his socks and boots.  “I’ll definitely be back; but right now I gotta jet.  Tell that guy of yours thanks.  You are both certifiably hot!”

Then I heard the door open and close when I came out with the sheets to go to the laundry room.

“Put that stuff down and come here you sexy stud.”

Kent approached and threw the linens on the floor there in the hall and kissed me.  Hard.

“That was some fun.  But I think I need some more of you and me right now.  Before Jef gets home and I have to share you … again.”

He had me in hand and I felt the signs of my dick coming back to life.  No way; I was already well over my limit.  He held me tight and kissed me more.  I felt his hardness against me.  And I found myself pumping my hardening dick into his fist.

“Kent you know … “

I tried to be realistic but he squeezed me and reminded me.  Maybe ...

“Yah I do know.  And we have all the time it’ll take.”

He smiled at me.  And then led the way to the stripped bed pulling me by my stiff dick like I had the roofer earlier.  I just hoped I could keep this young buck I’m married to satisfied.

“That we do my love.”