And hornier than ever
I was in the gym hitting it harder than I should have been or usually did. I was frustrated as hell; the fucking I’d gotten the evening before from jeans guy in the bar was good, confusing, and left me wanting for more. My husband on the other hand was still feeing lousy. Another COVID test showed him not having relapsed; but him still feeling completely wiped-out didn’t help my needy hole any.
The hotel gym was top notch; but the guest privileges at the private athletic club a few miles away had much better scenery I already knew. (Concierge Liam looked-out for our gay interests with gusto; shout-out bud!)
I had taken a good run to get there and kept my heart rate up through a punishing circuit. I was on the treadmill sweating my arse (that’s the way the Irish say it) off even though I had the whole of Dublin to run back through to finish-off with a cardio-burn; truth was I was in a horny-loop watching the guys sweat and inhaling it in the gym. I finally stopped abruptly and was going to get my sweat-shirt back on to finish my run in the cool Dublin outdoors the miles back to the hotel.
“Not bad!” a deep and unfamiliar American-accented voice said and startled me.
I looked across to a god of a man getting set-up on a treadmill a few over from me; he was looking my way very directly and that caused me to flush. The stud was shirtless as is allowed here, tall and well-muscled like my husband, already running with sweat, and either amping his heart rate or cardio-finishing; my dick was immediately growing and felt like every fast beat of my heart was going straight down there like a balloon and a tire pump. It was do or die. What the fuck? I asked myself. I’m finished anyway so if he pukes when he sees my mangled chest after thinking I’m a stud I’ll just be on my way.
(Yeah I was so fuckin’ horny that I let myself embellish his comment and gaze to inflate my ego as much as my dick was inflating.) I whipped my sweaty t-shirt fully up over my head, stretched, and then wiped my face. I added a sigh of relief. It really was a bit warm in the gym.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” he rumbled. When I looked back at him he was smiling and met my eyes and held them; no sign of repulsion from my scars. Then he adjusted his bulge which was even more prominent than it had been; another good sign. “You’re American?” He asked me.
His accent wasn’t placeable to me but it was slightly off; not quite foreign but maybe or well-taught English? “Red-blooded stiff-dicked and eager; about as American as we come,” I said and mentally rolled my eyes. I wasn’t responsible for my words; my horny balls and dick were in control.
His eyes opened wide as he approached across the treadmills between us and then his face erupted into a grin. Laughing face to face he clapped a big veiny hand strongly on my shoulder. “Haven’t heard that one before!”
I doubled-down. “I might make all sorts of sounds you haven’t heard before.”
That got me surprise and then more laughter. “And they say us Canadians are loose!” It registered but I didn’t react to his bad grammar. “Suppose this is where one of us says, ‘Your place or mine?’” he said without lowering his voice
“Mine has a sick husband. Well past contagious but knocked on his ass from COVID.”
“Wow. Who gets COVID anymore?” he asked. “Well now I know!” he answered himself before I could reflexively quote him some statistics I’d learned in the past few weeks and let my numbers brain geek-out and ruin the moment. “And the fact him on his bum didn’t make him an easy target means I’ve got a chance with yours?” He adjusted himself again.
“Oh mine’s yours for the taking handsome,” I assured him. “I just need to ask him if he wants to watch like he did last night.”
His eyebrows shot up again. “He’s into that whole cuck thing? Guess with a stud-daddy like you … “
“NO!” I stopped him cold. “Not that at all. In fact he might just be feeling better and take a turn on your ass!” That got me another raise of his well-maintained eyebrows. “I’ll admit though I’ve been without his so long I might fight you for the first fandango on his rod after he’s back in action.”
“Come on then. You had me at ‘stiff-sticked’,” he said with a laugh and stepped off the treadmill next to mine as was so close I could feel the heat of his elevated heart rate and see the sweat running from his hairline up close.
He was about Kent’s height too; basically almost eye level with me on my treadmill and him on the floor. Another jolt went to my balls. “That was ‘stiff-dicked’ actually. Is hockey really all you Canucks think of?”
“I left out the and. It’s what you will be: stiff and sticked. My stick to be completely clear since you offered so encouragingly.”
We made our way to the door. I was still holding my shirts and when we stopped by the pegs and cubbies near the door he grabbed his shirt and a heavier long-sleeved pull-over from a peg near the door.
I’d already texted Kent who was encouraging to me but not about himself.
“I may sit this one out in bed, Hon. If you're here and loud I’ll enjoy that much. I love you!”
I must have shown my disappointment and concern for him. “He’s not happy sharing you with a visiting team?” the Canadian asked.
“How about we dispense with the cheesy hockey talk?” I snapped.
He reacted physically. “Done,” he said and began to turn away.
I caught hold of his impressive bicep and surprised him. “Sorry. I meant the talk not the action. That is if … “
“Oh definitely!” he quickly said and put his t-shirt over his head. It clung to his cut wet torso in ways that made my knees weak; I considered not suggesting the run back.
His bicep still filled my mind if not my hand any longer. My dick strained my jock-strap inside my track pants. He was wearing pants that were far closer to tights which I again enjoyed seeing him adjust. The bulge was big and pronounced again; note to self!
“I’m staying at the Easy Hotel just a couple of blocks that way,” he said.
I had my sweatshirt on and my soaked t-shirt still in my hand with my phone; I didn’t go for the obvious joke. “Or we can take that run you were going to take to get back to my hotel across the river on St. Stephen’s Green. That is if you’ve got both a run and a fuck in you.”
“That’ll be IN you!” he quickly retorted.
I laughed. “Top; you already made that choice. Got it.”
He brazenly grabbed my ass. “This bum is the product of tons of squats I can tell; you didn’t work that to fend off horny tops,” he said with Sherlock Holmes’ confidence of deduction. “And for the record,” he continued, “not only will I be able to deliver after a run but I wouldn’t be averse to a flip afterward. That is if that heart surgeon did his job right. Guessing that’s what it was?”
I smacked his substantial shoulder and laughed; and we were off.
The conversation while we ran waned as I pushed the pace first then he did. We were sprinting by the time we were at the hotel door and the doorman greeted me warmly by my name; he greeted my sweat-soaked panting hook-up with “Sir.” As we walked through the lobby I told him, “Don’t expect me to call you sir too.”
I’d said it as a joke but when we stopped at the elevator he put out his hand to shake. “Sorry. Tom Nekrod. Most call me Rod.”
I laughed and avoided the second easy joke. I shook his strong hand and enjoyed the feel of him as much as I’d enjoyed the grip of his bicep, his grip of my butt, and the brief slap to his shoulder. “Of course they call you Rod. I’m Al,” I said. He’d already heard my last name and he chuckled and blushed a little at my having gone for the joke after all.
As we rode up in the elevator we covered statuses (both negative, recently tested for everything imaginable, and on PrEP) and preferences (both rougher than gentle, sweatier the better, and bare and internal for the delivery). By the time the doors opened on our top floor my dick was again raging; as his clearly was obscenely in those semi-tights.
I pointed to the sofas when we went into our suite and told him to get naked as I headed on toward the bedroom to check on Kent. I knew I was fine in the hygiene department from a thorough (habit; or maybe hopeful?) cleaning before I headed to the gym; we’d covered the mutual enjoyment of sweat on the way and the scent of his clean but strong sweat was heady.
Kent was asleep and barely stirred when I kissed his temple; warm but not burning-up for which I said a quick thanks to the heavens. I also took note of another COVID test kit on the bed-side table where he’d left it which again confirmed it wasn’t back; he’d become a bit manic about re-testing and we might go broke buying tests. Each time I had been to the pharmacy we went round with, “No I don’t have an HSE card and I know you won’t bill US health systems. Yes I know I’m paying. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
I closed the doors to the bedroom very gently on the way out; Kent would love to hear me getting railed but he needed his sleep to recover. I need him OVER this! But for now I have a waiting stud willing to play surrogate.
When I turned from silently latching the doors I was met with an inspiring site. Rod had followed directions and was relaxing completely naked facing me on one of the sofas. His sinew-laden arms with their softball-sized biceps and triceps were stretched wide across the couch’s back which accentuated his upper body definition and the cuts and ridges of muscle took my breath away. His legs were wide apart and his feet were planted. He was smiling above the dusting of fine dark hair I’d enjoyed on his torso which got dense around his proudly-standing intact dick and nicely-hanging balls before continuing down his very thick corded thighs, calves, and positively mouth-watering feet. He was just THERE for the taking. My hole twitched impatiently to do just that.
“Hubby okay?” he asked in a quiet voice and a look of genuine interest.
I nodded slowly and unevenly; my mouth was suddenly unable to close looking at his leaking hard-on arcing up toward his abs.
“YOU okay?” he asked with a nervous tentativeness as I approached him.
I fell to my knees in between his widely-spread legs maintaining eye contact with him until the last moment when I swallowed him whole with a lustful groan and a loud inhale of his strong clean musk. The angle and curve of his big dick was wrong but I’d learned a thing or many from working with my husband’s humongous dick these many years.
“Holeeeeeeeee fuck!” he moaned. When I took his hairy sac in my firm grip his body tensed and then let out a loud grunt. “NGHHhhhhhhhh! Sensitive!” He warned.
I looked up at him and found him gazing back at me with his eyes squinting. I replaced my mouth with my other hand as I held his gaze and stroked his fat headed hard-on while I massaged his balls gently with my other hand. He looked like he was ready to jump out of his skin. “Relax Rod. You’re in … good hands,” I told him with a grin. I kissed each one of his balls and then licked his sac.
He shuddered. I pulled gently on his sac and balls; VERY gently. He braced himself and sucked in a breath but ended with a small moan. An impressive global of pre-cum emerged from his distended slit.
“Fear; or are you getting it?” I asked when his eyes returned to mine.
“Getting it. But god man be gentle.”
I laughed like Tami Nielson in Ten Tonne Truck. This was becoming more fun than the utilitarian fuck I’d intended. “Big Dom stud like you all in my control,” I taunted him with his balls now in a tighter but unpressured double grip. I pulled rough for his drooling dick to pull away and then to slap his abs lightly and he moaned but looked apprehensive. “Seriously Rod do I look like a novice? I’ve got you. And it’s in my best interest to take good care of this big dick of yours!”
He laughed less uneasily than he looked before. Rod’s rod was hard as nails and drooling so much it was making his hairy scrot slippery and the splat on his dark abs’ fur was soppy. His scent was getting stronger as he sweated from his pits and forehead; or it was the broadcast from his deliciously hairy pits fully opened toward me. “Can’t say I’m hating it sexy,” he said with a tense grin as I more roughly rubbed his balls.
I let my fingers tickle his taint and he shifted. I pushed farther and tickled his sweaty hole; I fought away the thought to the sofa fabric beneath that sweating hole. He shifted away again. “Got a problem back there stud?” I asked and increased the pressure of his balls in my palms enough to get a moan out of him.
“I don’t,” he panted, “usually let anyone … “
It was then I found his sweaty pucker and pushed in. “Awww fuuuck!” he gasped hard. Sucking in a loud breath he added, “Do that.”
I smiled mischievously and licked a fresh glob of thick pre off his tip. “Sorry was that a request?” I teased him and moved my thick middle fingertip around in him.
He was panting. “All of it. Any of it. Fuck I feel like I’m going to bust right now. I fucking saw you at the gym and wanted you and you looked like a top and figured okay Rod you can do this. But I was relieved when you said you wanted to receive.”
All the words spilled from his mouth amid light panting; I needed to amp that up. I gave him some more concurrent ball pressure and pulling with some fingering and his panting got louder and included some moans. “Is the party over if you spew now? Are you a one-and-done sorta guy or would that just be a warm-up for you?”
He slammed his left hand down hard on the couch back and growled. “Are you a hurry-up and finish sort of bottom or can you go the distance?”
“Oh he’s a marathoner my Al is.” Kent’s voice startled the shit out of both of us and our heads whipped to see him standing stark naked and hard as fuck leaning against the open bedroom door-jam. I hadn’t seen him hard for days and my hole was suddenly telegraphing up to my brain to abandon the stud on the sofa for my stud in the door. “Don’t even think about it Al,” he continued as if reading my mind. “I’m enjoying the show but that’s about all I can do.”
“You’re fuckin’ huge!” Rod exclaimed wide-eyed. To me he said, “Will you even feel me if you’re used to that?”
Kent said sharply, “I don’t think you just called my husband a loose-cunted abyss now did you? We haven’t even been introduced and you’re insulting my tight-man-pussied stud of a husband?”
“Mec it’s a valid question. You’ve got a cricket bat between your legs! And for the record I haven’t sampled your husband’s pussy yet.”
Kent laughed and sauntered to the opposite couch; he settled hard which told me his hard-on might in fact be the only part of him feeling strong. “Simma down buddy,” Kent said. “All of us are stark naked here; you’re among friends. For the record man I may be a freak but you’ve definitely gotten your share of the cock genes there.”
I pushed farther into Rod and got a loud moan. “He’s learning some new tricks,” I told my husband. I gave his balls a light squeeze-rub combo and then knocked his love nut with my fingertip which made him bellow and almost blasted him out of his seated position. “THE FUCK!” he groaned.
“You like that don’t you boy?” Kent asked him.
“Who you callin’ a boy?!” Rod shot back but still shuddered from the direct hit. Then I rubbed his nub again and circled it; I made it last long enough that his whole-body convulsion went on and his moan seemed to echo in the room.
“Make him cum hon. I wanna see your big strong man screaming like a little bitch in heat.”
I didn’t pay attention to Rod’s protests; just began stroking that pleasure point inside him and reduced him to non-words in moments. I rubbed and pulled his balls and got yowls and moans that sounded more and more like a man in heat in an alley looking for relief.
“Jesus fuck!” he finally shouted and let loose a spray shot that surprised me. No sharp long shot for him; this went everywhere like a thick spray and caught me hair to sweats in splats. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
He spasmed over and over and it kept coming. Five or six heavy shots of strong-stinking juice as he shouted and writhed before it slowed to a trickle and he grabbed my hand and yanked my finger out of him. “Fuck dude! I’ve never … “
Kent got up and came over and shoved his hard dripping dick into Rod’s face. Rod grabbed it mid-shaft and sucked in a few inches hungrily without a moment’s hesitation; he grunted greedily around Kent’s enormous dick and drooled.
Kent groped at my arm-pit and pulled at me to get up. I let Rod’s balls drop with a plop to the sofa and stood and met him in a deep kiss. This wasn’t getting my hole filled; but it was bliss to have some energy in my husband even if it was a stranger getting his big dick energy knocking at the entrance to his throat.
I felt Rod’s hand on my hard-on in my sweats. Then I felt him pulling my waist-band down one-handed and that hand finding my distended jock-strap pouch and roughly freeing my hard-on. “Jeez you Yanks; always gotta be bigger!”
Kent and I laughed with our lips touching. “You gonna fuck me Kent? Or you gonna bust in this guy’s throat.”
Rod was back on him … sorta; he really couldn’t get much of Kent in his mouth. And he was clumsily stroking me; not to the point of annoyingly clumsy but not getting me anywhere. “Cuz I’ve earned it the past nearly two weeks.”
“Let me lay back and you ride me? If this guy’s a good boy I MIGHT let him suck your cock while you are enjoying my eight inches up inside you.”
“I came here to fuck,” Rod protested.
“Yeah and with one finger my husband turned you into a little bitch losing your load like one.” Kent was already disengaged and laid back on the other end of the sofa. “Look at him; he’s almost as big as I am and throbbing hard. You know you want it.”
Rod laughed at that. “You two make quite a pair. And I do eh; I surely do. But I want that sweet butt too.”
“You can earn your way to sloppy seconds if you’re a good boy.” Kent waved his huge hard dick at me; standing proud. “All aboard?”
“Fuck yeah!” I said with enthusiasm and scrambled to straddle him.
“Here let me!” Rod said and got his face into my crack and pulled my cheeks apart. His tongue was on and in me in a flash and he moaned as he slathered me to readiness.
“That’s what I call a great guest!” Kent said with a laugh.
Rod came up for air and guided me down by my hips. I felt Kent’s slimy tip find its target and sunk down onto him; the most perfect fit ever even if I was a bit sore from the night before and out of practice with my husband’s third arm up inside me. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm!” I moaned.
“Goddamn I missed you on my cock hon!” Kent said huskily.
“Not half as much as I’ve missed your big dick inside me!”
“How can that much go inside a man?” Rod said with reverence behind me watching.
I was in heaven though and my eyes and concentration were on Kent; my husband deep inside me and our eyes locked. I rode him up and down and back up again. I nearly let him slip free and then was grinding down into his bush again; over and over. My tight channel milked him and I saw it in the veins and arteries of his neck; he was in the same heaven I was.
“If. You wanna. Now’s. The time!” Kent told Rod a short while of my riding him later.
I’d completely forgotten about him even though I realized when he moved that he’d been licking and slurping Kent’s dick and my hole as I rode him like a bronco.
Rod was hard again when he came up to Kent’s side next to the sofa. He hesitated like he didn’t know what to do. “Suck his cock!” Kent ordered with his voice strained and breathy.
Frankly I was surprised at Kent’s staying power after nearly two weeks without. But I also knew Kent’s vast sexual repertory held-over from his early years as a rent-boy. Clearly it wasn’t easy but he was holding it at bay.
Rod dropped to his knees and leaned in and found my bobbing swaying hard-on and sucked in an inch or three as I continued my up-down pole ride. “Fuck yeah!” I cried uncontrollably.
“Fuck yeah indeed. You were right before; now you’re right like a vise and I’m not going to last long,” Kent huffed out. “You’d better work fast if you want his cream!” he encouraged Rod.
Rod took it to heart and worked harder to suck me as I rode the long distance up and down. I felt him jerk and groan around me and saw Kent fingering him. That put Rod in over-drive and even though he only had a few inches of me he was sucking my tip voraciously.
I wanted Kent’s dick balls-deep in me forever but I also saw he was tiring; and I didn’t want my dick-head chewed off from Rod’s manic sucking. I angled myself to grind my prostate against Kent’s big fat knob and shaft and began fucking myself into hyper-space.
“Fuck baby that’s so good. Milk it out of me! Come on just like that!” Kent moaned and panted.
I rode it home and felt him thickening and hardening more inside me as I saw him tensing and his muscles flexing. “I’m almost … “ he grunted out just as I fucked myself over the edge. I grabbed Rod’s sweaty hair and pulled him onto my dick until I felt myself jammed into his throat opening and I ground out the rest of the way to busting. “Fuuuuuuuck!” Kent moaned.
I felt the explosion finally; his and mine at once. I kept Rod’s throat fuck of me as I unloaded despite his protests. And I reveled in Kent’s grunts and spurts that flooded my guts.
I finally let go of Rod’s head and slumped sideways against the sofa’s back for support. My entire body was trembling and Kent was running his hand along my thigh and smiling. Rod had fallen to his haunches and was choking out phlegm and snot.
Kent looked up at me I thought dreamily and said, “I’m wiped!” I realized he was done in not riding the endorphin wave.
“Too much?” I asked with genuine concern.
Kent pulled me to him and kissed me chastely and then held me tight as both our chests heaved. Rod provided the sound-track still coughing beside us.
“You got anything left to fuck my husband?” Kent asked and jolted me out of the bliss of his embrace.
“Bet I do!” Rod said with sudden confidence.
He started getting to his feet and I dismounted myself and got around to where I could get my knees on the sofa where he’d been sitting before. The room stunk of sweat and cum and sex in that order; it may have just been Rod’s acrid cum splattered on me that set the order of components of the stink. Whatever it was it was right for me to stick my freshly-fucked ass out for more.
Rod stepped up and shoved in without ceremony. He wasn’t as big as what I’d just had but I didn’t care; and he was well over average. I clenched down around him and heard him suck in a deep breath. “Fuck how can your quiff be so tight after that pipe of your husband’s splitting your it open?” he groaned.
“Shut the fuck up and FUCK me!” I said.
At the same time Kent said, “Why ask why? Just fuck it.” Am I the “it”?
He did; fuck me that is. With undiluted gusto including a running narrative about my “burning hot quiff.” I milked him with everything I had. His hefty balls knocked mine and his sweat splatted down on my back as he worked toward another cum-letting; I worked harder gritting my teeth as I bore down with him inside me and felt him throb in my channel as he moaned, cursed, and complimented me.
Kent got a partial second wind; he sat up and reached around and I knew when he’d breeched Rod’s hole by his yelp and shove harder into me. “Fuck bud that’s intense. Ahhhhhhhhh!” he moaned louder and higher-pitched; Kent had found his spot I bet.
Finally with a loud yowl and a final shout I felt his last few jabs more quickly delivered and then a final deep shove and pulsing inside me. He slumped onto my back as his body wracked and twitched and he moaned long and ecstatically until Kent must have withdrawn his magic fingers. Then Rod’s softening dick ripped free of my well-used hole and he fell sideways in a heap.
I was still leaning on the sofa back and Kent was laid back on the sofa on the other side arm next to me. I leaned over and kissed his sac and sagging dick. Kent ruffled my hair without saying anything or moving more. “You’re all-in aren’t you?” I asked him looking up his beautifully chiseled body at his handsome but clearly tired face.
He grinned feebly. “Worth it and then some. I may just rest here a while before I go back to bed. GodDAMN I wish I’d get stronger.”
I felt movement on my other side and Rod got up. “Let me,” he said and nearly effortlessly lifted Kent’s nearly two hundred pounds up off the sofa.
His wide back showed the exertion as did his shoulders, arms, and glutes but he had my hundred-ninety-five-pound husband dead-lifted and our guest-star was carrying him toward the bedroom. I quickly followed and watched him gently lay Kent in the bed. He stood and stretched his back and cracked his neck. Then he gave a startled yip and looked down.
Kent had kissed the tip of his dick and then flopped back again. “Thanks man.”
“Rod,” I said and both turned to me. “His name hon. And Rod that man who just finger-fucked you until you added your load to my already-soaked hole that’s my husband Kent.”
“Pleased; really!” Rod said with a grin and fidgeted like he didn’t know whether he should try to shake hands or not.
Kent stifled a yawn and said, “Yeah; us too Rod. Don’t mind me; the doctors say the recovery from this strain is weeks or maybe months.” I groaned when he reminded me.
“You made a sound showing of it today,” he said. Rod turned and stopped as he was passing me to walk out of our bedroom. He gave me an awkward hug. “Thanks.”
I reached around and dug my finger in my ass, brought it to my mouth all gooey, and slurped it. “No,” I said provocatively. “Thank YOU!”
He laughed deeply. “How long are you two here? Or are you two studs done with me and on to the next?”
I looked at Kent and Kent nodded almost too slightly to be detected except by his husband. “Same time at the gym tomorrow? Work-up a sweat and work-out our horniness after?”
Rod grinned and looked from Kent to me then Kent’s enormous dick and balls laying across his thigh. “Ken would I be out of line if I gave that impressive tool of yours a go before I left? Only right I give you some thanks for your hospitality and for sharing this beautiful beau husband you have here?”
Almost in unison Kent and I said, “It’s KenTUH.” Then I added, “With the T.”
Rod was on the bed on all fours and had his face in Kent’s balls and then looked up at him. “Then I certainly must make-up that slight.”
Miraculously even though I could see Kent was wiped-out his dick was obviously not. Rod slurped on it and could barely manage half as my husband’s amazing dick hardened. I had a twinge of jealousy; I’d been without so long I wasn’t wild about sharing what might be his second load in weeks.
Of course Kent sensed my pique and had the perfect solution. “Hon get that muscle-ass over in the right angle and fuck the nuts off him while he blows me.”
“WAIT! I … “
Kent easily fisted the body-builder’s head and shoved him down onto his hard dick again. I make it a point never to decline a suggestion of my husband’s; and I didn’t then. Instead I roughly pulled his hips around until his clenched hairy jock-hole was facing me. Then I reached back and inside myself and got a healthy scoop of the mixed cum on my fingers and slathered it on that target. When I pushed in he sort of shouted around Kent’s dick.
“Fuck dude keep doing that! Feels ... ” he gasped when I hit his spot again.
I chuckled at the slight and met Kent’s playful eyes. He’d let go his grip on Rod’s head as it was obvious he wasn’t going anywhere. I spit on Rod’s hole and with two fingers being squeezed in that tight hole I spread it around and added it to the goo; he was working his hole on my fingers and grunting and moaning like a man possessed.
“Fuck dude if you’re gonna do it do it like a man!” Kent admonished him. I saw that Rod had his left hand on Kent’s big loose sac. “They’re MAN’s nuts man; BE a MAN. They won’t break.” Then Kent turned to me with a grin. “And you; get to work! My bet is this bitch knows how to work a fuck-stick and I’m not going to last forever.”
I pulled my fingers out which got me a heavy grunt. Then I lined up my dick and smeared tons of pre around his pucker. Rod gyrated his ass and worked my dick until it was dead center and then with a loud yet dick-muffled grunt he forced himself back onto me.
He threw his head back and howled, “Holy mother of god!”
I drilled into him and he sucked desperately at Kent’s hard-on. Kent maneuvered his torso around until he could grab my swinging balls so he could work them the way he knew sent me.
And it did. I pounded that body-builder’s butt hard but in no time was feeling like I was close. When I shouted that Kent clamped his hands down on Rod’s head and shoved up into him. That was all it took and I unloaded inside him as Kent flopped back and gasped for breath while Rog gulped.
My legs were weak and I climbed onto the bed and flopped down. “Dude not for nothing but that butt of yours is made for fucking I told Rod.”
Rod got himself straight on his feet and stretched again; he seemed seven feet tall from that angle. “Same time tomorrow at the gym,” he said very seriously pointing down at me.
When I’d nodded he turned to Kent. “Feel better!” He said. Kent smiled and gave a slight wave.
