Come Rain Cum Rains

One of the improvements Kent and I had made to the house when we’d moved to Florida two years before was to add a large shower to our “bedroom-sized” laundry room. God I still laugh at the descriptions for the listing when we bought the place. The laundry room is huge by Florida laundry room standards. It already had a large walk-in pantry-style storage closet, a large broom and cleaning closet, twin standing secondary refrigerator and freezer, side-by-side laundry pair, a sink nearly large enough to bathe our Alaskan Husky Sasha (though he would never allow that!), a built-in ironing station, six open locker-style drop-zone cabinets and cubbies, and about six feet of counter space for folding with cabinets over the entire counter and washer/dryer area and under the sink and counter. There had also been an empty space along one wall that was almost eight feet long; we had no idea the intention for the space unless it was to dance. After all, Valentino said it takes tiles to tango or so sayeth Norma Desmond.The “vast over 150 sq ft bedroom-sized laundry room” now was a proper mud room; which we intended to use the huge shower we’d had built into that eight foot available space to wash the mud off our handyman stud before we took him to our bedroom and put the real challenge to his straightness. 

I was still leading hunky Mike by his hairy ball sac when we came to the door to the laundry/mud room. Sasha was usually up close and exuberant when that door opened; but seeing the muddy mess that Mike was and us being soaked through our furred friend promptly backed away and lay down in the opposite interior doorway to watch. Aside from the imminent clean-up the grip on the handyman was also a good giveaway to Sasha that the attention wasn’t going his way anyway. 

I stopped Mike at the threshold; I wanted him to kick off his filthy work boots before we went in from the garage. He winced when he twisted his body too much and yanked his own sac in my grip. “Ouch!” he cried.

Kent had his own agenda when we paused. “Mike it’s all up to you. You’ve blown two loads already; if you’ve had enough just say the word.” As he said it Kent was rubbing Mike’s ass. 

“Right now I’m in the zone bros. There’s plenty more to make-up for where my blue balls are concerned. If you’re willing to help me out without expecting anything more from me than me jizzing then we’re good; and we can get these bluish-gray balls back to working order again with your capable help.” The built hunk was grinning with expectation. And yeah cheesy but kinda cute.

I thought I was the most practical guy I knew; task oriented and focused. Until I got to know Kent. He always knows what to do to get what he wants done. Especially from me; or any man. “You can think about it while we get this mud off you.” He gestured inside the laundry room to the vast shower at the ready. “Leave your socks on; they’re filthy at the top where they were exposed and we can rinse them out with your shorts.”

We all took the steps to the shower together; Mike and I had to because I hadn’t loosed my hold on his sac and balls and Kent was enjoying rubbing his back and dark-furred butt. I knew Kent had slipped his hands down inside the shorts; I wondered if he was rubbing Mike’s tight straight rosebud. If so I desperately wanted a whiff; and my hard dick throbbed thinking of it  

I’d been massaging Mike’s balls with both hands alternating which hand was gripping them and at every increased pressure he’d moaned a little. When I let go with my left hand to turn the shower tap he groaned like he was scared I’d stop altogether. Then he flinched momentarily when the water in the double shower heads blasted out before relaxing when the water was unexpectedly warm; he didn’t know we’d replaced the water heaters with instant-hot units.

“You really like this ball-work don’t you big guy?” I asked. 

Mike had his head under one of the sprays already but replied anyway. “Dude you don’t know how fuckin’ awesome it feels.” Then he laughed. “Well you’re men and you each have a guy to do the same to you so I guess you do know.”

Kent stripped out of his soaked bike shorts and it reminded me I needed to get Mike out of his shorts and me out of mine. As I went for mine I noticed Mike looking at Kent’s venerable endowment hanging low and heavy with just the beginning of a chub. The straight stud made no attempt to hide his fixation. 

“I’m a lucky man aren’t I?” I joked, stripping my own shorts off. 

That caused Mike to give me a careful appraisal. 

“Dudes! You’re both hung. You certainly got more out of the gene lottery than I did!” 

His own dick was hard and out the leg of his shorts along with his balls; neither was anything short of just fine and not a thing to be ashamed of. “I’m sure you’ve had no complaints,” Kent reassured him as I pulled his shorts down. Mike’s hairy sac bounced enticingly as I got his shorts and then socks off first one foot and then the other. 

Mike shied a little which was an endearing look on him. “Well no never had a complaint.” Then he obviously looked down at himself and again at each of our junk. “Are all gay guys hung big?” he asked. 

Kent and I threw what-the-fuck looks to each other. Kent had paused his butt massage and I hadn’t restarted my ball massage. 

“I don’t know a lot about gay guys,” Mike went on. “I’ve got nothing against any of that but just don’t know much about what makes guys gay and how guys choose other guys for that stuff.” 

Another look from Kent to me; I for one wondered what “that” really meant and how it sat in Mike’s mind. He went on before I could consider it more. 

“I’ve got a few gay friends and I’ve known gay guys at the gym or in sports and in school. And the ones I remember whose penes I saw all were on the large side. So seeing you two,” and there he paused after again looking down at me and then stalling when he looked back at Kent’s bull dick.

Finally I laughed. “Sounds like you’ve been doing a lot of scoping of guys’ equipment for a ‘totally straight’ guy.”

Kent shot me a look and Mike snapped his eyes away from Kent’s big chubbed dick. “Straight men check each other. ALL straight men do that. It’s normal to.”

I reached for Mike’s sac again and he flinched back as I got hold; he again yelped because he’d given himself a painful yank. “Easy bud,” I tried to sooth. “It was just a joke. We know you’re straight and the only reason you blew two wads in our garage is because you’re backed-up from your fiancée not putting-out for months.”

“Because she had trouble with the pregnancy; with our son.” He said it defensively for her and then proudly mentioned again that he’d sired a son with his chest puffing again. It was kinda hot actually; even more hot to be massaging his balls with his hard dick pointed up. 

Kent had gotten closer behind Mike and had his strong arms and hands all soapy and around him beginning to wash his torso. When he picked that moment to rub both of Mike’s nipples I felt his dick throb and Mike leaned back a bit into my husband. “We’re just helping you out Mike. That’s what gay men do for straight guys in need.”

“Mmmm,” Mike moaned at the attention to his nipples. Then, “Ohhhhhh yes,” when I worked his balls with both hands again. 

We all continued that way for a while. Kent spreading his big soapy hands all over Mike’s chiseled torso, going at his nubby hard nipples, getting greater moans from Mike, and me giving his balls and taint plenty of manual stimulation as well. Mike’s dick was hard and the head angry and flared; it was dripping plenty of pre-lube too slick on my wrists and hands to be the shower water. Mike’s moans of passive enjoyment continued. I could feel his balls tight in his sac; the boy was nearing his limit a third time. Just that fast; impressive.

I maneuvered Mike’s balls so I could reach farther back and found that my suspicion was correct; Kent’s huge swollen dick-head was rubbing Mike’s taint and crack. I took the opportunity to press my husband’s knob hard against Mike’s wet pucker and he reacted immediately. 

“Whoa, shit no!” He cried and broke free of us even my grip on his sac; he backed to the corner of the shower with his butt out of reach. “No way I’m doing THAT!” He declared. 

Kent laughed. “I doubt you could if you wanted to. It takes quite a man to take this!” my husband arrogantly proclaimed with a fist full of a small bit of his weapon of ass destruction waving in Mike’s direction. 

“I would never want to degrade myself that way. Never!” he declared. 

“Degrade?” Kent asked and scoffed. “Most man-on-man sex is not about degradation. It’s about pleasure. And straight men have no clue the pleasure potential of their shit-holes!”

Kent has a PhD in economics and can write with words and concepts that make my head spin; he also has a hard past which caused him to have to survive as a teenager by selling the only asset he had, his body, which left him coarse when he chose to indulge his inner pig. I am the beneficiary of his prowess and expertise sexually as I am also the beneficiary of his scintillating intellect and knowledge. I prefer the former in the throes as they say rather than in conversation. 

Mike was not looking quite so defiant. When he spoke he surprised both of us. “Few women are willing to pleasure a man’s culo. But I had a whore in Sonora once who I had when I was drunk enough to let her use her tongue and finger. I have not had a girl since who would do those things.” 

Kent took a slow step and then another toward the cornered straight naked guy in our shower. As he did he pumped six or seven globs of liquid soap into his palm and began creating a new handful of lather. “I told you nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. But what I can also tell you is that no woman can know the best ways to pleasure a man’s anal area; no woman can because women don’t have a prostate so they can only see the effect on a man but have never felt it the way a man does even if she has had anal sex herself.” 

Mike’s cock had sagged when he bolted before but it was on the rise again. Kent took him in hand at its base and gave him a long slow stroke that left Mike whimpering. With his other hand he deftly reached around and had Mike moaning in seconds. 

“When I push you push back; it will ease my finger.”

“I … Okay just a finger.”

“Just my finger. And if you’re a good boy … ” Mike sucked in a breath and then moaned loud and pushed his ass back and arched his back. “See there how good that feels?” Knowing how good Kent’s long fingers feel inside I could translate every look, every moan and whimper, every shudder. “And if you’re a good boy there’s so much more pleasure we can give you that you’ve been deprived of.”

Mike cried out loud enough to startle Sasha to his feet and then he left the threshold of the room altogether. I knew the cry and the jerk of Mike’s body was Kent rubbing his pleasure nub. 

“Oh. My. God. YES!” Mike cried when Kent did it again. 

Kent also gestured at me with his head and my instructions were clear. On my knees, work the front. 

I dropped to my knees and took Mike’s dick in my mouth easily; after my husband’s, I could take three or four of Mike’s in my mouth together. But I gave it my best attention, and Mike was howling and clutching my head and thrusting into my face almost immediately. 

“Yes. YES! Fucking OHHHHHH yeah!” He cried and various combinations of those and thankful prayers. 

We kept at him and kept him swearing and thanking and pleading and jerking and tening and spasming. I took hold of his sac which was almost pulled completely up and pulled and got a howl out of him and kept working his balls and fighting to keep them from pulling-up out of my grasp. 

Mike started with the”I’m close” and “I’m gonna” type of things but between Kent’s masterful hole-diddling and my head edging we had him begging in a few minutes. “Please Jesus let me just cum!”

We edged him up and backed off four or five times; Mike was shouting encouragement and compliments for our prowess with his body and then cursing us stopping and begging for release. He even tried shaming us into getting him off after the third edge-off. “Even my fiancée is not a prick-tease!”

Both of us laughed heartily at that and Kent soothed him. “Awwww after two loads already you know we wouldn’t let you go away needy. We’re showing you how good it is to prolong the moment; to enjoy it and build it up until your release is even better.

And we did. Another couple of times. And finally when he was gripping the safety rails tightly to try and steady his trembling legs he made a plea I couldn’t ignore. “I beg you. I may fall to pieces if you do not allow me to release what you have built-up inside me!”

“Well since you’re our guest,” I teased him and pulled his cock back into my mouth by his sac. 

I went to town on his drooling rock-hard dick and Kent was working his hole and had him in a frenzy. When Mike’s cries were so loud his deep voice had the shower glass rumbling he suddenly tensed, his dick got fatter in my mouth, and his knob flared more. And then he let out a long, “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” and began pumping my mouth full. 

Mike’s dick pumped a good seven times in my mouth. His first couple of bursts were so bountiful and forceful that I exclaimed though muffled; but the rest weren’t as heavy or forceful enough to feel at the top of my throat like those first few even though his dick pumped forcefully. Well even a young stud runs out on the third draining! lol

He was slumped back finally and totally spent. “Awww Jesus! I thought my huevos were going to come up my throat!” he exclaimed. “Looks like you liked it,” he told me and gave my hard dick a knock with his foot. 

I made a show of wiping the back of my hand across my lips. “Good to the last drop!” I said and then lunged forward and caught a drop from his slit in his softening tip. “Mmmmm.”

He flinched back. “SENSITIVE!” he hissed. 

We stood there for another few moments wasting water. Awkward. Kent started showering for real; I decided that was a good idea and lathered up. Mike did the same.

After a couple minutes of concerted effort to actually shower both our cocks we’re still raging hard. “Ummm don’t look now men but it looks like you have some unresolved business there.” His gaze went to my unanswered hard-on and then to Kent’s. “And man I’m feeling a bit inferior right about now,” he added clearly joking but waving his very average-sized soft dick.

“You just blew three loads in less than an hour and you feel inferior?” Kent laughed but I could tell his razor-thin patience for delicate male egos was right there below the surface probably fueled by his own bluing balls. He deliberately began long-stroking his huge hard-on and gave me a look that told me he wanted me to do the same. He made an obvious feint to notice Mike watching and offered by way of explanation, “As you said, we have unresolved business.”

“Yeah,” Mike said with some hesitation. “I feel like I … well I … maybe I should do something to help.”

Kent and I said nothing and gave Mike time to process. Mike watched each of us and turned from one to the other but made no move. True that each of us was hung bigger than him so unknown if it was just male curiosity and primal order compelling his interest or if an offer was coming. The train wreck effect where a guy can’t stop looking at a dick bigger than his despite truly being straight? Or the inflection point where conditioned response and macho loses to innate sexuality and a man says ‘fuck it I’ll give it a try!’ Who knows. 

I wasn’t even on the route to cumming; much less than anywhere near close or even approaching. Don’t get me wrong; watching Kent stroke that Goliath cock of his is a wondrous thing. But jacking isn’t my thing unless there’s a lot more psyching me; like Kent ordering me to and dirty-talking me through it. Or if Mike was getting-off on watching; he was watching intently but was soft as an al dente noodle. Maybe because he’d blown his wad; literally; a few times. More likely because he really was straight. They exist. I have a son and son-in-law both in that condition; whoa wait not that I know from having tried anything. ~yuck~

“Hey guys. I could flex for you. How about my body and muscles to help you?”

Well, we now knew a few things. One, Mike’s knowledge of gay men is as stereotypes. Two, he’s arrogant. Three, he’s not all that bright. I mean, he’s a stud physically; but my husband, at ten years his senior has Mike’s body beat all to hell so what the f would him flexing and showing me his body do for me! 

Kent was rinsing and had the face of a man who’d just drank a nun’s vinegar douche. He was shaking his head as if with disappointment for a pupil. 

“Uh, thanks?” I said with as much sarcasm as I could make obvious. Then i added, “But nah,” obviously dismissing the offer as not even interesting. I rinsed the suds off myself and went for the controls for the shower heads. 

“You good?” I asked Kent and deliberately ignored Mike. When Kent said he was I shut off both streams and went about shoving a towel at Mike and then used my own. 

“Are WE good?” Mike asked obviously confused when we were all leaving the shower. 

Kent leaned over and gave him a kiss on his now-flat nipple; then he gave Mike’s balls a gentle squeeze. He grinned at Mike and answered, “ If you’re good now Mike and your plumbing is flowing again then we’ve done what we planned. We get extra points toward our gay card renewals for helping straight guys whose wives or girlfriends hold-out on them. And when it’s two or more loads we get bonus points.”

Mike was paying close attention. “Wow. Really?” he asked. Jeez I underestimated how stupid he was. 

I reached for Mike’s left nipple, grabbed it, and tweaked it hard enough to get a yelp out of him. “NO of course not really!”

“Oh,” Mike said and was clearly now getting it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to … I really appreciate what you did for me and would really like for you to … well I mean I wish I was or wish I could … that there was something … or even know what I did wrong to two really great guys.“

I put my hand on his sexy chest. “The flexing thing.”

“Yeah I figured that much out. I didn’t mean … well I don’t know what is expected in a situation like this.”

Kent put his big strong arms around Mike and surprised him. “Yeah you did mean. The flexing thing. Ya big conceited stud!”

Mike hung his head. “I’m sorry. Really.”

I put my arms around the both of them. “It’s okay. And besides; you just proved beyond a shadow of a doubt you’re straight. Gay men aren’t as dense.”

Kent laughed. “Oh is that SO not true!” 

I joined in the laughs and then Mike laughed with us although uneasily. 

Another awkward moment. 

I suddenly felt something that made my head snap up; and I saw Kent doing the same and looked down to see if he was having the same experience. YUP! Mike had his hand on Kent’s mostly soft dick like he did mine; rubbing it barely. I shot my eyes back up and met Mike’s who was smiling. 

“I owe you guys; and it’s not so disgusting touching another man’s pene. I can at least — “ 

Mike’s Apple Watch started blaring with Beyoncé’s “Put a Ring on It.”

We both busted-up at the absurdity of all of it. Mike let his hands go of their holds on both of us. He brought up the phone and answered the call, “Hey babe!” 

Mike’s smile when he answered his fiancée’s call was heart-warming. I mean seriously; the bitch blue-balled him for months, she interrupts his probably-first guy-on-guy handy, and his face is full of love-stupid for her. Sweet. 

“Hi, Mikey. Miss you. How much longer?” She even had a sweet voice. The bitch! If we didn’t know better I’d say her pussy was itching for him!

“Yeah I’ll be finished here in … “ he looked at us and down at our now softening dicks. “Well not sure how long it will take to finish what I have to do here but will pick up the diapers on the way home. I didn’t forget.” 

“My hero. Call me when you’re on your way coño. Love you!” 

“Love you too babe.”

Mike shut off the call and looked embarrassed. “I will take care of you two.”

Kent patted Mike’s fine ass and gave it a squeeze. “How about we score this sixty-seven?” Mike looked confused but I guffawed. “We did you and now you owe us. Sixty-nine minus two.” 

Mike laughed but it was clear he hadn’t put it all together. “Ummmm, isn’t sixty-nine oral?” he asked. Kent and I just looked at him. “Or is it different with gay guys?” Oh boy!

“Go home Mike. Give that boy of yours and your fiancée some feeling-good-cuz-my-balls-are-emptied time.”

I added, “Oh you need something to wear.” To prove my point I wrung-out his shorts. 

Kent loped across the room to where some laundry was folded and deftly grabbed some workout shorts and pitched them across to us. Mike snagged them. 

“You know I’ll bring them back when I come back for the work when it’s not raining.”

Kent was gingerly putting Mike’s sopping socks in a fresh garbage bag he’d grabbed from the cabinet. “Get Mike a pair of your outdoor flip flops,” he ordered. 

“Good idea.” And then he stood at the doorway holding the bag open when I’d gone out and grabbed a pair of flip flops off the rack outside the door. 

When I hesitated looking at the bag and Kent blocking the door he rolled his eyes. “For Mike’s muddy boots. Give him the flip flops to put on. And a t-shirt. He’s got to get those diapers home; he can clean the boots off later.”

I followed my orders. Mike dressed and was handed his bag. “Text what we owe you for today; we’ll Venmo it as usual,” I told him as Kent was nearly bum-rushing him out. 

Mike giggled. “Oh that sounds dirty. Like you’re paying me for sex today.”

Kent jumped in before I could tell Mike we were only paying him for the ninety minutes before the rain started. “If that’s what we’re paying for then those two you owe us will DEFINITELY be oral!” 

Mike’s face went to shock and fear in a flash. Before he could say anything, Kent fueled his open-mouthed surprise with a convivial, “Drive safe in the rain Mike. Text us,” and turned and pushed me back through the doorway and shut the door to the garage soundly. Mike would fend for himself getting outside and to his truck in the deluge. 

“I thought he’d never leave,” I quipped. 

Kent grabbed my dick and balls and walked toward the other laundry room door into the rest of the house without a pause to avoid the painful yank I got. I perp-walked behind him until I got my stride matched to his lead. “About that unfinished business,” Kent said with a look back as we made our way to our bedroom. And I felt my dick stiffening and was certain Kent’s was ahead of me.