A Marine, A Judge, A Pool Boy . . . Loosening-up in Paradise

My husband and I are in Hawaii for the holidays. We had two and a half weeks here before the rest of the family got here, and we managed to have some . . . fun.

A Marine, A Judge, A Pool Boy . . . Loosening-up in Paradise

by BillyC

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“OH HOLY FUCKN A!!!!!!” my husband shouted as I pounded his load out of him. His eruptions were as forceful as the extreme convulsions he broke into after his body broke the all-over tensing which preceded it as I pounded him over the edge. His thick, ropy cum splattered against my heaving chest and rained down onto his dark, sweat-glistening pelt as my thrusts maintained their brutal force and fast pace.

“FUCK yeah!” I cried out as his fuckchute spasmed around my marauding horsecock, milking me toward my own point of no return.

“GIVE. IT. TO. ME!” he struggled to growl out, still writhing from his own climax. “FUCKING SEED ME!” he got out, just as I felt myself lose the last bit of grip I had.

The explosive eruption in my nuts was like a fireball enveloping me from inside, starting there in my swinging nuts, aching from battering against his furry ass as I slam-fucked him, and radiating through me instantly until I felt like my hair was sizzling. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I shouted. The first blast of my cum through the length of me felt like a kick in those same aching nuts, it was so intense, and I felt every drop as it flowed through and jettisoned out of me DEEP inside him.

My husband’s heels were clamped on my lower back, pulling me even deeper inside him as I unloaded, helpless but to allow my body to continue thrusting and shooting. I was vaguely aware of the fire consuming me, the pain of so intense a climax as was often what I experienced with him, of the abject bliss on my husband’s face gleaming with sweat in the bright morning sun beneath me, of the love for him that consumes me.

I felt my body break suddenly, as if the muscles controlling me had given way. I slumped onto him, his heavy load and both our sweat causing a slick and thick warm layer of goo between us. Despite the breeze off the ocean, the smell of our sex – all mansweat and cum – was heavy. I inhaled deeply, my face buried in Jim’s neck.

“Jesus, Billy!” my husband exclaimed softly into my ear, his arms and legs still wrapped tightly around me.

I still couldn’t make my muscles move reliably, particularly those needed for vocality. “Mmmm,” I managed to growl hoarsely against his sweaty neck, and I was able to inhale deeply of him, the scent of my mate and our mating which I hoped would be the last I smelled when my time comes.

Jim’s body went rigid suddenly, though he didn’t loosen his hold on me. “Uhhhhhhh,” he stammered, quickening my return to the world of the fully conscious.

Managing to raise my head to face him, I saw him gesture with his head and eyes back behind us. I craned my neck and turned as far as I could and saw a wide-eyed pool boy standing just at the part of the walk from the side of the house where it turned toward the pool.

“SHIT!” I muttered, jumping up.

“FUCK!” Jim shouted when I ripped my cock free of his still-gripping cuntring.

I was then standing facing the pool boy, Jim adjusting himself on the thick lounge cushion down next to  me so that he was on his elbows, also facing the intruder.

It was tempting to make this young man uncomfortable. He stood there, his board shorts rather prominently tented, a wet spot visible on the light red fabric to the left and slightly below the crotch, his eyes wide, his well-sculpted chest heaving. Yes, my naturally exhibitionistic self was strongly in favor. But my husbandly duties to not making a scene with one of my husband’s parents’ employees at their beautiful home we were vacationing at in Hawaii fortunately held me in check.

“You’re not Mister Gonsalo,” I heard my husband challenge the young man, standing there with the pool hose, bucket and pole, still facing us. Okay, two poles – one considerably larger and more useful for pool cleaning . . . but the other apparently still leaking, the wet spot on his board shorts now bigger than fist size.

“Ummmmm, sorry, sir,” the young man called back, the first actual movement he’d made, and then still just his mouth.

Jim was off the lounge in a flash and walking toward the pool boy without care for his nakedness or the massive gooey mess on his chest and face. Yes, some of his shots got both of us in the face, and I realized as I watched him get up that some was dripping down mine. I resisted the impulse to wipe it off with my hand.

We’d been swimming in the pool – naked, because the pool is completely private except to view from the house or someone on the beach below or out to see with binoculars or a telescope – when things got a little hot between us as we’d horsed around. At one point Jim had apparently decided he wanted to be fucked on one of the big teak lounges and had pulled himself up and out the side of the pool like a pro swimmer, the sight of his muscles only inflaming my need all the more . . . as he knew would happen.

Following to the lounge and jumping him, we’d kissed, humped, groped, licked, sucked, bit, fingered and all of those several rounds until finally he was begging me to fuck him, my fingers playing his p-spot dangerously close to forcing him to blast already. Of course I never made him beg too long – I didn’t have that kind of willpower to resist my studly husband – never had since the day we met, hooking-up as strangers at a company picnic where he happened to also be.

When the pool boy had intruded on us, we were somewhere within that frenzied round. Not the first of our morning – no, that had happened just before dawn, before we went out for our run. Then when we got back from a punishing run, which had included a run up Diamond Head to greet the sunrise, we jumped in the cool water of the pool to cool off. Although we initially cooled, we heated up soon enough again. Thus, ultimately, the long, hard fuck on the lounge . . . the intruder . . . and my husband standing close in front of him now.

“Jim Ellis,” my husband stated, his hand out to shake.

I had to stifle a laugh at the pool boy’s embarrassed inability to keep from looking my husband up and down, then his fumbling to get a hand free to shake his hand. “Coby Slater,” he replied, a bit tentatively. OH the fun I could have exploiting that young man’s discomfort.

“My husband, Bill Cate,” Jim added, having turned and pointing toward me. Both Coby and I apparently equally enjoyed the swing of Jim’s long, heavy cock as he turned. Coby started when the smack of it against Jim’s left thigh sounded like a shot. I just waved, smiling as wide as the Great Divide.

“Mr. Gonzalo always services this property himself,” Jim spoke again, this time a bit challengingly after the friendly introduction.

Coby’s eyes had snapped back to Jim when he started speaking again, and his gaze had wandered but snapped again, this time to make eye contact with Jim. “Mr. Gonzalo is away unexpectedly. He asked me to fill in. I usually do the route in Kailua and up the windward side, but he specifically asked me to take care of this property and two others.”

The pool boy had suddenly found himself. His explanation was clear, his voice strong and deep.

“Is everything okay with Gonzalo?” I asked. I’d met the pool man – rather less dramatically – the week before around midday when he showed up.

“He’s fine, sir,” Coby answered me. His mother on Kauai had a fall late yesterday, and he’s trying to make sure she’s taken care of.”

Jim again. “He usually takes care of the pool around noon on Fridays. You’re here early because you’re doubling up the route?”

Coby looked uncertain. “Ummm, actually, no sir. I’m only taking half his route, and I don’t usually work Fridays at all. I took this house first because—Well, I can come back later this morning,” he quickly suggested, grabbing up the pail he’d put down to shake Jim’s hand. “I’m sorry I, uh, interrupted you, sirs,” he added as he got himself upright again and began to turn.

“No!” Jim commanded, and even I was surprised. Coby about jumped out of his skin. “I mean,” Jim moderated his continuation, “It’s fine. You’re here, after all.”

“And I’m sure you saw enough to know you didn’t INTERRUPT us,” I added helpfully, eliciting a look from my husband and one of his familiar eye rolls. Coby’s blush was instantaneous . . . which was impressive for a very tanned body.

I should tell you that Coby was one fine young specimen of man flesh. He was shirtless – just the red board shorts with a blue stripe down the sides and yellow piping, and red sneakers with blue and yellow stripes, Saucony. His torso was very wide at the shoulders, thick slab pecs, cobblestone abs and a waist that couldn’t have been more than thirty inches to his chest well over forty-four. Big biceps, shoulder caps and traps, and from the look of them when he bent over, serious lats. His quads and calves were substantial and defined pleasingly, too. His feet weren’t huge, nor were his hands. Of course I correlated those facts to the epicenter of the wet spot in his board shorts and the protruding length of him. His skin gleamed with the deep tan, but his chest and beefy arms glistened with a fine layer of very light fur that looked translucent as the sun caught it. His hair was likewise almost colorless, as were his eyebrows, both adding stark contrast to his sun-darkened skin. Big dick-sucking lips dominated his facial features – the rest handsome and pleasing but not dramatic.

“We’ll go get, er, cleaned up, Coby. You go right ahead and get what you need to done.”

Coby took that opportunity to shift gear in his hands and used his free hand to adjust his boner up along the back of his board shorts’ fly with the practiced move of a young man who deals with awkward boners frequently.

I couldn’t resist. “Looks like what he needs to get done is something other than the pool,” I smirked, cocking my head in his direction, eyes locked on his pushed-out fly.

Jim shook his head, but he smiled. Over his shoulder, he told Coby, “Forgive my husband. You just go ahead and get your work done, Coby.” Jim had gotten to where I was standing and locked the crook of his arm and began to lead me toward the house. “I’ll take care of this one,” he added.

In one of those odd moments where everything becomes unexpectedly quiet – the surf, the wind in the palm trees, foot falls on the teak wood slats around the pool – we both heard Coby say, “Looked like you took care of each other already!” and stopped.

“How old are you, kid?” I called over my shoulder.

“Twenty,” he called back, not having missed a beat, probably not knowing we’d heard him. “Junior at UH.”

“God, you’re incorrigible,” my husband laughed near my ear.

“You take him; I’ll make sure the bucket doesn’t go it.”

As it turned out, I didn’t need to deal with avoiding the bucket plunging into the pool because Cody had already set it down on the deck when we made a run at him. Hearing the heavy footfalls on the teach slats, he turned in time to see us charging him. We each caught him as we dove into the pool, dragging him with us. “Whaaaaaaaaaaaa--“ was all he got out before we all splashed into the pool together.

When we surfaced, I’d already managed to get his board shorts pulled off – not easy given his tight waist and very juicy ass, but I managed it deftly. “WHOA, DOOOOOOODZ!” Cody yelled as he broke the surface, shaking the water off his head in a wide spray despite his very short black hair. He pushed his hands out, one pushing on each of us as we had him between us, my hand on his ass, my middle finger probing his pucker, Jim’s firmly on Coby’s hard cock.

“You want us to stop?” I asked him, using my other hand to splash some water in the pool boy’s already wet face.

Coby’s hand was still on my left pec, and when I splashed him, I pressed into him. He clearly liked it, his eyes going to the upper mounds of my pecs, his hands caressing, after he shook the water out of his eyes again. “Uh, NO?” he said with a wide grin.

Jim apparently gave his hardon or nuts a tweak because he yelped a little and swore, “OHFUCKDOOD!” and snapped his head at Jim.

We closed in tighter on him, releasing his most erotic spots, eliciting a mournful moan from him when we did, and instead wrapping him in a tight sandwich hug between us. “What would YOU like to happen here, Pool Boy Coby?” I asked him with a dirty grin.

His blush returned, at least from his hairline to the top of his shoulders, which was as much as we could see above the water line. He looked first from one of us to the other, looking a bit embarrassed. “Coby,” Jim gently prompted him, “Nothing is going to happen here unless you want it to. And nothing that happens here will ever be spoken of by anyone but us three – that part you have to agree to.”

Coby again flashed a glance at me and then back at Jim. Then, slowly, his hesitant grin morphed into his own grin, about the time his hand found my cock waving in the currents as we treaded water. From the surprised look on Jim’s face I suspected Coby had found the mark with his other hand, too.

“I’ll take that as agreement to the confidentiality, restricted to just us three?” Jim posited with a knowing smile.

“I’m not homophobic or anything,” Coby quickly spit out.

“That’s plausible,” Jim replied, his gaze down his chest toward where I assumed Coby was doing to him the same as he was me – rubbing my hardening cock.

“I mean, it’s not that I’m bothered of what men like you do –“

“Echoing my husband’s statement of the obvious,” I added, cocking my head down toward my own cock, in Coby’s hand, “I’ll have to say the same – that’s plausible.”

Coby didn’t let go of me at least, but he did grimace and shake his head. “I’m fucking this up!” he spat in frustration, then looked embarrassed and rephrased. “I’m messing up what I meant.” We both waited, as he looked first from me, then to my husband, then to me again, all the while he stroked my cock, and I assumed was doing the same to Jim. “I meant the reason I want it to be just between the three of us is because I don’t really know what I am yet.”

Despite his angst, I had to bark out a laugh. “Coby, you’re a very normal, obviously horny, young man. That’s what you are.”

“I mean I don’t know if I’m gay or bi or what. I just know that sometimes I think about doing things with my teammates and coach and professors and sometimes—“

Jim broke in on his increasingly fervent explanation. “Coby, relax. What about right now. What do you want to happen?”

“Honestly, guys?”

“There would be little point in answering any way other than honestly. We’re here, naked, all of us. What do you WANT to do, to try, to sample, to . . . “ Jim trailed off.

I took the opportunity to let go of Coby with one of my arms and brought my hand back to his ass, my middle finger back to his pucker. “MMmmmmmmmmm,” Coby moaned. I massaged his pucker a bit more and then pushed in. Coby’s “Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg,” was longer, and his eyes rolled a bit. “Oh, fuck, dooodz, I want to try EVERYthing,” Coby  moaned breathlessly, as I massaged his cunt from the inside.

“Why don’t we adjourn to the pool house?” Jim suggested sensibly.

“If it’s all the same to you, and if you’re not expecting anyone else to come through that gate, could we stay outside by the pool? You’ve already used that lounge,” a flick of his eyes toward the lounge where he’d seen us finishing our fantastic post-run fuck, “And I, er, I, well . . . could we?”

Jim shot a look at me, and I raised my eyebrows back and smiled. “Coby,” my husband said, pulling him and, resultantly, me around and starting toward the shallower end, “I suspect you’re what men like us call a ‘pig.’”

“That’s good, right?” the pool boy asked quickly.

“You’ll be VERY popular, Coby,” I reassured him.

Jim and I let Coby go ahead of us up the steps, likely we were of the same mind. Our strategy paid off, when the pool boy’s jock bubble butt bounced up the steps in front of us, and as he took the step onto the top step and then onto the deck, his low-hanging sack was visible through his muscular thighs, swinging pleasantly. I was happy to see that my fingers hadn’t deceived me – there was a fairly thick dusting of dark hair in his crack around his soon-to-be-stretched hole.

Coby turned at the top of the step and started to say, “C’mon, gu—“ but stopped when he realized we were ogling him. Grinning, he planted his feet wide apart, put his hands on his hips and stood, his hard cock jutting out as if pointing over our heads. He flexed the thick muscles of his shoulders and pecs. “Like?” he teased us.

I had a momentary what-the-fuck-are-we-doing-with-this-boy thought race through my head, but my nuts quickly squelched it with a giving-him-what-he-wants counter. My nuts won – as always. Jim knocked my shoulder with his, as if reading my mind, something he often does.

Before either of us had the chance to tell him to turn around and give us the other view, Coby did it on his own. When his back – and, importantly, his muscle-butt – was to us, he bent forward and reached back to spread those magnificent globes and wagged his fuckhole at us. “Like this, too?” he called between his legs back to us.

In response, we rushed him. Up the steps and took him into the air between the two of us and carried him above our head toward the lounge we’d fucked on earlier. Coby’s laughing was loud and continued until we’d got him to the lounge. Though the thing was sturdy enough for two big guys to fuck like beasts on it, and the pad was as thick as a mattress, we didn’t throw Coby down out of caution. Instead we set him down with a fake drop, in response to which Coby let out a yelp, then eased him the last couple of inches onto the bouncy cushion.

We were each on one side of the lounge, and Coby was looking up at us grinning eagerly. He put out one hand to each of us, taking our semi-hardons in a tentative grip. “Go ahead, Coby,” I urged. “We’re men. GRIP our cocks like a MAN!” Coby’s breath caught momentarily, but he complied, taking me in a firm grip, and it looked like he had Jim’s rigid pole in as tight or tighter a grip.

“And don’t forget our balls. Men’s balls need attention!” Jim added.

Coby looked from him to me tentatively, then he released both our cocks and very gently touched his fingers and palms to our sacs, barely rubbing.

“Don’t be a pussy!” I barked, startling Coby, having the effect of him gripping our ballsacs suddenly.

When he noticed he let go suddenly. “Oh, shit, sorry!” he called up at us.

“They won’t break, Coby,” I told him. “Watch.” I reached down and grabbed his much smaller nuts, causing him to jump and yelp. “RELAX!” I commanded.

“My balls are REALLY sensitive,” he protested.

I still had him in a firm grip. “So this bothers you?” I asked, twisting them a little and allowing my fingers to tease his taint and rub his sac just a little.

Coby started to say yes through gritted teeth when he stopped. “Actually, that feels amazing!” he exclaimed suddenly, incredulously. I gave him some more twists, rubs and then a gentle squeeze. “AAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he called out. “SHIT! That’s amazing!” he called up at us, having thrown his head back.

Jim leaned down and gently tweaked Coby’s nipple, eliciting a long moan, and I kept up work on his nuts. Coby’s cock was drooling precum like a leaky faucet as he threw his head back and forth moaning. When I pulled his nuts harder than I had I got a long, plaintiff moan. His body suddenly tensed, and he let out a long cry as his cock erupted just as suddenly.

“WHOA!” Jim called, watching the first volley of Coby’s young cumload fly high into the air – like above my eye level – and over Coby’s head.

“Impressive!” I added as Coby shot stream after stream of thick, bright-white cumropes all over him and a couple spraying on us. For his part, he writhed and spasmed and moaned. We both cum like porn stars, but young, athletic, healthy men cum like out-of-control firehoses. Oh to be young again.

“OHMYGOD!” Coby cried breathlessly, his first actual words.

“No, just two dirty old men fooling around with a college jock,” I laughed down at him.

“NO, SERIOUSLY! That was fucking AMAZING! My dick didn’t even get touched. And my fucking nuts felt like . . . shit, I don’t know what, just that it was fucking awesome!” Neither of us pointed out that he was repeating himself. “Can I try that on you?” he blurted out. Jim and I threw each other a look. “Like just like that,” he continued. “Let me play with your balls like that?” Then he looked first at my crotch and then Jim’s. “HOLY FUCK! You guys are HUGE!!!” he exclaimed and continued. He also took a grip on my fuckstick and Jim’s nutbag. “I mean, I saw that you were both hung big earlier, but Jesus my dick looks like a boy compared to your man dicks!”

“We can do that, sure,” I answered the question he’d run on past a moment ago.

He was stroking my cock, struggling to grip it with his hand completely encircling my thickness. And he was rubbing, twisting and tugging gently on Jim’s ‘nads, which was HOT to watch. I felt his thumb brush over my head and rub some of the plentiful pre I’d been oozing on my head, pushing back my ‘skin as he did. “FUCK it’s hot you’re uncut. BOTH OF YOU! Man that’s fucking awesome!”

Coby was cut. His cock wasn’t exceptional save for aesthetics – not exceptionally long, not thick at all, but straight as an arrow and the helmut head was large by comparison and made a very pleasing site. He’d reamed some lucky bitches’ holes good with that flange, I speculated, but I knew once he had that inside of a tight, hot manhole, knocking around some manbitch’s p-spot, he’d know what true penis bliss was.

My attention had wandered enough that I was startled when I felt his lips on my wet cockhead. I looked down and saw him with his mouth open very wide – painfully so, it looked like – struggling to get his mouth around me. I shot Jim a look, and he was just smiling. Someday I’d probably just automatically trust that if we were doing something like this together that he’d be okay with whatever went down, but I still wasn’t that secure. And, truth be told, I might not be so generous with Jim’s wondrous fuckhole as he was being with my cock.

I squatted enough to better the angle, and I took hold of Coby’s head with both my hands and guided him. A long, low, “Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhnmmmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhhhhh,” was my reward, as he took me in his mouth.

“Looks like the boy’s got natural talent,” Jim mused, rubbing Coby’s neck and shoulders as I pulled him onto and off of my cock.

I let him completely free of my cock the first time, allowing him to work his jaw a few times, looking down at him to see if he wanted to continue. He answered that unasked question by clamping his mouth around my cockhead and pushing himself down on it until my head was jammed against the back of his throat. He gagged awkwardly around my shaft stretching his mouth open, and Jim tried to ease him up a little. “Don’t try to be a porn star your first time, Coby. Just let Billy do the work as far as insertion, and you concentrate on relaxing, licking, sucking and most of all, no teeth.” Good advice, I thought. But then, my husband was a master cocksucker, so he could probably go on and on.

Coby did relax, though his tongue went into overdrive, licking the underside of my shaft, swirling on my head when I pulled out a ways. His hums and moans of enjoyment were also working to compensate for his inability to fully take me, and my nuts were buzzing despite that limitation. “That’s it,” Jim praised him, having gotten behind Coby astride the lounge, having Coby leaning back into his chest as I face-fucked him.

I also noticed that Coby was hard as a steel i-beam again, too. Again, the joys of youth! I gestured with my eyes to Jim, and he followed my gaze and chuckled. He reached down Coby’s torso and took his cock and nuts in his hands and began working both, causing Coby to inhale sharply right as my cock was thumping the opening to his throat. I felt more of my head push in and Coby moaned lasciviously, whether from my cock or Jim’s handling of his junk. I didn’t force more into Coby’s throat, just enjoyed the buzz of his exclamation and kept enjoying the suction of his young, inexperienced mouth.

I pulled back once to the point that I had my cockhead just beyond his lips. Jim held him in place, and Coby whined for my cock again. “You think you’re ready for a load of man spunk in your mouth Coby?”

“OHFUCKJESUSYESSSSSS!” he cried out plaintively.

I pushed back in, and his tongue went into overdrive, lapping, swirling, rubbing, licking. Meanwhile Jim had amped up his handjob on Coby, and I knew when it was my cock or Jim’s work on him that made him moan which way. But his moans and the pleasurable vibrations on my cock were almost continuous, and I quickly decided to just let myself flood his mouth and gut with my load and not hold back.

Fucking Coby’s mouth faster, I let my nuts boil over, feeling myself tense as I let out a long, ecstatic moan when the tightness was about to break me into a zillion pieces. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Then I felt my nuts explode, and I sucked in a fast gasp of breath as it rocketed through me. My nuts, cumming for the fourth time since I'd awakened that morning, felt like a vise tightenened to the point of unbearable as they started to pump out my seed. A longer, louder cry of ecstatic pain burst forth from me as my volleys burst into Cody's virgin mouth.

"MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmggggggggggggddddddddnnnnnnnnnnnnndggggggggggggg!" he gulped, clearly enjoying but also struggling to take all of my load. And then he cried out in a gurgling burst around my cock, and then he started bucking, still sucking on me but grazing me with his teeth for the first time as he writhed.

"NIIIIIICE," Jim praised. At first I was sure that was for me, then my brain caught up and processed that Cody was cumming again, too.

When we both were panting, Cody was limp against Jim in his arms, I had sat down on the lounge sideways by Cody's legs, some of his splattered cum on the back of my thighs when I sat in it. Like the first time, he’d cum a ton.

Coby revived a bit, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking it. “FUCK, DUDE! That’s better than beer . . . or pussy!” he enthused.

Jim and I laughed at that. Jim knows, from decades before, what pussy tasted like. I just remembered the old joke about a blind priest passing a fish market and doffing his hat and saying, “Good morning, ladies.” A shiver went through me . . . though having eaten insects and raw vermin to stay alive at some points in my duty career, intellectually my brain said in the back of my head that pussy couldn’t be that bad. No, no more bugs and vermin for me, and no pussy, ever!

“Whoa, dude, that humongous hardon of yours needs some attention!” Cody observed and told my husband over his shoulder. Apparently it was hard against Cody’s back as he sat against Jim, and when he’d laughed it must have got the pool stud’s notice.

Cody was scrambling up and around and about to gobble down as much of Jim’s long horsecock as he would be able to when I grabbed him under his armpits and stopped his descent. “Whoa, there, cowboy,” I told him. Jim’s head snapped up to meet my eyes. “Is that what you want, Jimmy? This college stud to blow you like he did me? Or would you rather take his cherry?” Jim’s grin returned – ear to ear, his eyes holding my gaze and burning into mine. “That is, Cody, if you’re telling us the truth about only having thought about doing these things before. You did damn well on my cock, and I couldn’t attest that was a virgin cocksucker doing as well as you did.”

“DUDE!” Cody objected. Seriously, if I’d ever done any of this before, particularly with two hot older studs like you, I’d have being doing it as often as I could! And believe me, I’ve had a few opportunities that I could have acted on with teammates and school buds that I’m kicking myself for not doing now!” Like everything with him, it was a fast, hard flow of words, like a gushing firehose.

“Easy, slugger,” Jim soothed Coby, pulling him up and into a a hug again, though I notice he sat him down ON his raging cock instead of pressing Coby’s back up against it. Jim had both arms around him and was rubbing Coby’s cum-crusted, sweaty chest, gently flicking his nipples, and Coby’s eyes started to roll and his head lolled back. “Would you prefer to blow me like you did Billy, or would you,” and I saw Cody buck up gently, his eyes flying open, as Jim pressed his fuckstick up into Coby from underneath, “Prefer to have that pretty little pucker of yours stretched wide and get filled DEEP with cock?” Another gentle jolt had Coby’s eyes rolling again. “Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t WANT to happen, Cody,” Jim reiterated.

Coby’s eyes had settled on my cock. Still thick and semi-turgid after cumming, I have to say that it was a daunting site to the uninitiated. And in that state, it was not nearly as big as my husband’s fully-raging massive fuckpole. Jim measures in at over ten honest inches, a little more than ten and a quarter actually but not quite ten and a half. He out measures me by a half an inch on the dot. But he’s thick, not freakishly, baseball-bat thick like I am, and his head though flaring wide, isn’t the size of a tennis ball like mine. “I, uh . . . “ Coby started, still looking at my cock, transfixed, then didn’t continue.

Jim took his hands lower, abandoning Coby’s pert nipples and went down, one hand cupping his balls and then gripping them, massaging them, Jim’s other hand slipping underneath. His finger or fingers must have found Coby’s hole because Coby murmured, “Oh fuck I want that.”

“Why don’t we do this?” I suggested as if it was a passing thought, as if I was suggesting we go for a run. “You probably don’t, uh, know much about getting yourself ready to be fucked.”

“I’ve read about douching out,” he interjected. “I, uh, well, I’m not, you know, right now, yet, anyway,” he continued far less confidently.

Apparently Jim was working the college stud’s virgin hole. Coby’s abs were flexing, his dark, thin treasure trail was undulating and his breathing was uneven. And I noticed he was grinding down and grunting all of a sudden. “That’s an important part, Coby, but after that it’s important, particularly as you’re not used to taking cock, that you get relaxed and open enough to take it without getting injured.”

At that, Coby’s eyes came open wide. “You mean I won’t get my hole rape-fucked? My ass won’t get TAKEN rough and manly?” That made Jim and me both laugh . . . again. “What?!” he demanded, and apparently Jim brought him back from his indignant demand with his finger work, because Coby sucked in a breath and lolled his head back. “Is there something bad about that?” he asked then, very passively.

“Coby, nothing is wrong or bad if that’s what you want,” I quickly reassured him. While not exactly accurate, it wasn’t the time to give him a lecture about his own safety, his own self-respect and logistics versus passion. As Jim had told me, there were many times he bled or felt so sore he worried himself over time, but he’d never actually done any real damage, despite his own very aggressive preferences. “But,” I continued, “It’s important that you take care in how you approach feeding your desires. If we get you relaxed enough, and if your body can take it, I’ll make sure that my horse-hung husband really works you over. First things first, though.”

On the way into the house, Jim leaned over and softly told me, “We don’t have any condoms, Billy.” Apparently not as softly as we thought.

“I do!” Coby almost shouted. We all stopped at that. I simply looked down at Jim’s huge hardon and then at Coby’s spent, far smaller cock and up to Coby. At that he smirked. “A guy can be prepared, can’t he?” he asked and then dashed back outside and then back in again, his board shorts waving. He ripped the Velcro, went into the pocket and brought out two foil strips, held them up and smirked at us.

To my amazement, besides the familiar blue of three Durex normal condoms, he had a strip and blue-and-black packets of MySize 69mm’s . . . the same kind my husband kept in his drawer when I first met him. (He didn’t use them!) I cuffed him gently on the ear and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. “The jock saves the day.”

“The hopeful jock hopefully gets luckier!” Coby clarified. We all headed to the master bathroom with great hope for the rest of the morning.

I won’t go through the details of educating and . . . assisting, AHEM! . . . Coby with his cleanout. Any experienced gay guy knows what it takes, top or bottom, for a bottom to be “ready” but most of us prefer not to address those specifics. I’ll only say that it was pretty funny at times during that, er, process to see a twenty-year-old jock doing things to his ass he’d only read about, while he hoped to have the things done to his ass that he’d jacked off to on videos. He did continue to compliment our bodies, which we didn’t mind at all.

“And that was the easy part,” my husband told him without humor when we were toweling Coby dry after he was finished with what Jim assured him would get much easier once he got more comfortable with what he was doing.

Coby’s head shot up at that and then back down to Jim’s and my flaccid, swinging dicks. “You mean—“

“What he means is that unless you’ve been practicing, there are two more significant steps,” I told him. “Getting you lubed up and relaxed and opened as much as a virgin jockbutt can. That’s the first.” Coby’s eyes went wider.

Jim continued. “Then, no matter what anyone tells you, taking any cock the first time is going to be uncomfortable.”

Coby’s eyes were wider, but then they showed determination. Pulling himself up to stand tall, he said, “I can take it.” Then grinning, “Get it? I can TAKE it.”

Jim clapped his arm around Coby’s shoulder, catching the back of his neck in the crook of his elbow and jerked him toward the bedroom. “C’mon, comedian.”

I suggested that Coby relax on our bed while Jim crawled up on his knees next to him, his hardening cock swaying provocatively over the jock’s face. He didn’t need any suggestion to reach up and heft Jim’s big cock and balls, accelerating Jim’s return to readiness.

While he did that, I reached between Coby’s widespread legs, found his pucker with my middle and forefinger and began massaging him. Coby’s breath quickened, and he moaned and moved his ass to rub against my fingers as they rubbed around and over his pucker. I stopped only long enough to scoop a glob of lube, but Coby’s plaintiff moan showed his enthusiasm for his butt to be initiated. When I began rubbing the lube on his pucker, pressing, his moan of relief quickly changed to pleasure.

He was TIGHT, and when my middle finger breached him, he gasped out a long moan, his hand clenching on Jim’s hardon tightly, his head thrown back. I left just my fingertip inside him but began to massage him from the inside, and that made him cry out. “Oh FUCK that feels fucking good!” He was looking at Jim’s dripping cock, rubbing his pre around Jim’s tip and over his foreskin and rubbing his thumb inside the hood. “I really, REALLY want you to DO ME!” he proclaimed.

Jim and I both laughed good-naturedly, and Jim reached down and tweaked Coby’s nipple. “Oh, you’re so going to get what you want . . . but you’re no way ready yet.” He pointedly looked over at where my hand was. “Billy’s only got one finger barely inside you. In case you hadn’t noticed, THIS,” he took hold of his own cock and waved it at Coby, dislodging Coby’s grip, “Is quite a bit larger. A good bottom knows he has to be ready or wrecked . . . and WE won’t be wrecking any jock butts today!” he finished firmly. “Now just enjoy this part!” he ordered.

“Just so you know,” Coby threw in, “I’m about to blow my wad!” he warned, and with that his cock did erupt in a hard, high shot that would have hit me in the face if I hadn’t moved back quick. Instead it splatted back down on his abs pleasingly loud and messy, followed by several others of lesser intensity but greater volume. All the while Coby was writhing and moaning through clenched teeth. I hadn’t even touched his prostate – nowhere near that degree of insertion.

The byproduct of Coby’s orgasm was that I’d inserted my middle finger into him as far as I could get it and was pistoning in and out very slowly. He came down from the climax, but he was moaning and writhing on my finger. When I pulled out enough to put my forefingertip against my other and pressed into him gently, He cried out a long, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” but also pushed into it. I had to work it a bit but finally got them in. He groaned long and loud, “Nnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg,” as I slowly rotated and pressed inside him.

I scissored my fingers inside his still-tight channel and nicked his prostate with each of my fingertips, causing him to almost throw himself up off the table. “HOLYFUCKTHAT’SFUCKINGAMAZING!” he cried out, wild-eyed. Coby threw himself back, breathing hard with my stroking his channel.

Jim’s cock was dripping enough precum that it was literally running out and down onto Coby’s face and neck as he moved about. Coby was also rock hard again . . . or still. Not surprising in a young jock . . .

Obviously I needed to speed this thing up. I began really reaming Coby’s cunt and making him writhe and spasm. I let his body react to the pleasure he was feeling, pushing my third finger in with relative ease, or at least less resistance. Finally I gave Jim the nod, and he began to move around. Coby reacted wantonly. “OH FUCK YEAH! I’m READY DA---“

Jim had clamped his hand over Coby’s mouth hard, knowing what was about to be said. “Say that word, and you’re walking out of here a virgin!” my husband warned sternly, glaring down at him before he removed his hand.

“I FUCKING PROMISE!” Coby confirmed. “But PLEEEEEEASE, I really want this!” he pleaded.

As Jim assumed position between Coby’s raised knees, he turned to me. “You really don’t mind, Billy?”

I was rock hard and dripping myself. Jim had looked down and noticed and was staring me in the eye. I still had my fingers inside the anxious jock who was about to be bitched, working his now-loosened cunt. “SO much!” I really did look forward to watching my husband cunting this young buck.

We both realized he wasn’t suited up yet at the same time. “Oh, where the fuck are the rubbers?” I exclaimed.

“FUCK!” Coby cried out. “I left them in the bathroom, dammit!”

“I’ll get them,” I assured him, bounding off the bed and to our bathroom and back waving the condoms. Both of them said, “Hurry!” at the same time, Jim as a joke, but Coby with full intent. I didn’t waste any time and had one rolled up three-quarters of Jim’s length, fully extended, TIGHT around Jim’s veiny horsecock. If it was TIGHT on him, it wouldn’t have even gone on me!

As I thought that I got a healthy glob of Boy Butter and slathered Jim’s cock for him, enjoying the feel of his cock almost too much. “I’m really worked up, Billy,” Jim said breathily as I stroked him.

I let go and then smacked his hardon forcefully, laughing out loud. “Sorry?” I teased him.

Jim’s response was to push me back firmly with his hand on my solar plexus. Then he lifted Coby’s muscular legs high and pushed them back, rubbing the covered tip of his cock against Coby’s hole. “FINALLY!”

“Easy, tiger,” Jim cautioned Coby. “Billy, why don’t you go sit on Coby’s face so the neighbors don’t hear him when I stretch this hole?” he suggested with a smirk. To Coby: “Make sure you enjoy your first taste of a real man’s ass,” he ordered Coby and pressed his cockhead firmly against his waiting hole.

“Anything!” the jockstud offered. “Just DO ME!”

I mounted Coby above his head, my feet in his armpits, and lowered myself until I felt his breath. Jim was grinning at me. And told Coby, “Now as I push in, you push out. I know it seems wrong logically, but trust me, it’ll be a lot easier if you do as I say. Push out like you’re trying to go.”

I saw Jim push forward, felt Coby tense, heard Jim say, “Push, Coby,” and lowered my butt onto Coby’s face. “Eat his ass, boy!” my husband ordered and pushed forward.

Coby’s cry was muffled by my hairy ass on his face, as Jim had intended. But then I saw Jim going deeper, slowly, and felt Coby panting into my crack, his body tense. “Relax, Coby,” I called to him.

Something like “OH FUCK” came from him, but was too muffled to be certain. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Jim told him, and I felt Coby’s body move under me from Jim grinding into him hard enough to jostle his body.  

Coby’s tongue in my crack and hole was tentative at first, punctuated by cries and moans from Coby as Jim began pistoning inside the pool boy. Before long he was eating me avaristically, and Jim was stroking into him steady and fast. I reached out and took Coby’s ankles from Jim and pulled Coby’s ass back farther.

I ground my ass HARD down onto Coby’s face as he bucked wildly and cried out when Jim’s long cock smacked his p-spot the first time and then again with regularity. It took only eight or ten head-on hits with Jim’s thrusts before Coby was screaming into my ass and bucking like a bronco. His cock erupted again as Jim jackhammered him, spraying me up good and him, too.

“GOD DAMN!” Jim cried out, his body fully tensed up, and planted himself inside the jock’s ass as he began to shudder and throw his head back in a long howl. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Watching my husband unload as the jock finished unloading inspired me, and with a few quick strokes, I had another excruciating climax where my nuts felt like they were being hammered by a mallet as I unloaded a respectable load all over Jim’s groin and Coby’s cock and nuts, leaning in to a long kiss with Jim.

Apparently I was a little more lost in my climax than I thought. Coby was smacking my ass and writhing. Jim broke our kiss and said, “I think you’re suffocating him.” I dismounted, displaying a venerable amount of agility for a man pushing fifty.

Coby sucked in a huge breath, but then yelled, “But what a fucking way to go!” We both laughed. Then, when Jim slowly pulled out of him, no need to hold the condom as it was still tight, Coby cried out. Panting, he asked, “Is it always that painful pulling it out? That’s as bad as going in.”

“Depends on how ravaged your channel is,” Jim said matter-of-factly.

“Wow, even though the entry and exit was painful, that was . . . FUCKING AWESOME!” Coby gushed.

Jim and I looked at each other. “Good job, stud!” I told him.

“Is it usually him fucking you?” Coby asked me. Jim threw his head back and laughed heartily. “Oh, right – you two take turns?” Coby speculated.

“Come on, jock,” Jim joked and grabbed Coby’s hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up so that you can get back to work. Our pool and others await.”

“And many future opportunities to learn more about what men do with each other,” I added, heading toward the shower.

“With you?” he asked, almost pleadingly.

“Uh,” Jim started behind me.

I turned to face them, causing them to stop just inside the bathroom. “Probably not, Coby. This isn’t something we do.” He looked at me crestfallen, then back at Jim. “This was just an awesome opportunity you gave us, a great time, and, hopefully, you got some great . . . experience that will help you in the future.”

Recovering quickly as only young men can do, he agreed. “It’s major for my spank bank, that’s for damn sure!” His grin was genuine. “And if I get the opportunity, now I won’t feel so virg with another guy.”

Assuming “virg” meant virgin, we left it at that and took turns showering, letting him go first in a shower barely big enough for two big men – we’d tried it – so he could get back to work.

When Jim and I showered together after Coby was out, as soon as he left after drying himself off we were at each other, both hornier than before, both hard, sucking face, grinding, humping as if we hadn’t already drained our nuts that morning. Coby was gone when we'd finished and went back outside.

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as we enjoyed the fun we had and recounted here. Our family is almost all here with us for the holidays, so this could be my last entry for a while . . . or maybe I'll need some recovery time from a crowded house and . . . Whichever way it goes, my husband and I wish you all great holidays and a great 2017.