A Neighbor in Need

Mack had taken his golf cart to the club; unfortunately when we all piled into it to head back to our house we got about twelve feet before it died.

“Goddamn mother f … “ Mack ranted.  “I fuckin’ tell them all to connect it to the charger whenever they park it in the garage.  I should have fuckin’ known when I went to take it today for the first time I’ve used it in months and it wasn’t plugged-in!”

“He’s pissed,” Kent leaned over and told me sardonically in a low voice next to my ear … but not a low enough voice that Mack couldn’t hear.

“Goddamned right I’m pissed!  Fuckers can’t be responsible for fuckin’ anything without me hounding them.  Then Les is on my ass about criticizing everyone all the fuckin’ time.”  Mack’s face was red; he really was worked-up just like that.  And we were all standing out in the sun sweating even more.

“I’m sure one of Jake’s guys could charge it for you.  We can walk home and enjoy the afternoon sun,” I suggested.  Jake is the golf manager and a very nice and accommodating guy; accommodating in many ways.  Occasionally the sexy former pro golfer ASS-ists non-golfers like Kent and me with certain … needs.  Mmmmm.

“And you need a serious outlet for that frustration Mack.  It’s not good for your heart health,” Kent added.  “Good thing we have some great ideas on how you can unLOAD that frustration!”  He gave Mack a lascivious grin.

I couldn’t help but think of Jake being another “outlet” in the relief scenario.  Damn it would be hot to see those two …

Mack wasn’t ready to let it go.  “I don’t know guys.  It just fuckin’ frosts my willies ya know?  They seriously think everything is just there for them and never think of lifting a finger for anyone but themselves.  It’s all on me; all the time.”

“Mack I know a thing or two about raising kids although I didn’t have a wife involved.  What I know is that you have two honest and respectful young adults; at least they are in public.  You’ve done things right Mack.”  I was thinking of my late oldest son who spent his short adult life in prison.

“It just pisses me the fuck off!” Mack grumbled and whipped-off his shirt and began pushing the cart.  It was easily a quarter mile or so around the clubhouse and toward the golf garage.

“When in Rome,” Kent called, whipped his own shirt over his head, and hurried after Mack’s cart and began pushing the other side.

“Oh fuck it!” I grumbled to myself.  I bared my racing stripes to anyone’s view, hurried after, and pushed the back of the cart.  With the three of us pushing we were jogging with the speed we’d built.

None of us golf; we weren’t experts about getting to where the carts that stay at the club-house go in and out.  We discovered we’d gone the wrong way and had to retrace our route and come all the way back around the clubhouse then along the other side to get to a path toward the back.  The club wasn’t set-up for golf carts to get to the golf area from the front entrance to the club-house. 

By the time we got there we’d pushed up two hills, ridden down two, and pushed about another eighth of a mile after the last ride down to the back to get to the lower level adjacent to the pro shop.

“Looks like you have some trouble Mr. Burnstag.  Afternoon gentlemen,” Jake the hunky golf manager added with a bit of a smirk looking at us.  He’s made it clear he’s into Kent particularly and his hungry eyes devoured Kent’s sweat-slicked jacked torso.

“Just needs a charge Jake,” I butted-in.  “Mind if Mr. Burnstag leaves it for your guys to charge … as a favor?”

“Certainly, sirs!” Jake said with enough innuendo to ensure we knew he’d be collecting on that favor.  I for one looked forward to it.  Then to Mack:  “It’s just a charge or is it having trouble holding a charge?”

Mack was cranky and snapped at him.  “Does it matter?”

Jake was professional but curt to him.  “To the extent that I was going to have someone run a diagnostic on it if you wanted me to.  But just a charge it is!  It’ll be ready before sundown; we don’t keep non-course-registered carts overnight as you are probably aware,”  he made clear to Mack that he’d be picking it up later.  

Jake turned and called for one of his guys and then to us mouthed, “Good luck!” and walked to meet his guy and give him the info.

Mack was standing dumbly; I know him well enough to know he regretted being a jerk to Jake who’s the nicest guy on earth unless you mess with the course or his employees.

“Come on Mack let’s take that walk,” Kent suggested and clapped an arm across Mack’s sweaty shoulders.  We all walked away without bothering to take our shirts we’d dumped in the cart.

“You can make it up to Jake later when you pick-up the cart,” I added like a father reminding a petulant teenager.  It’s reflex after raising me own.

“Sometimes I just get so worked-up about the kids’ and the wife’s irresponsibility!” Mack began ranting again almost yelling no more than a minute or so into the walk.

“The good news Mack is that you have two friends across the street with whom you can fuck out your frustrations!” Kent told him.

Mack threw a worried look around; there was nobody within fifteen hundred feet and he knew it.  “It’s like I go zero to sixty when stuff like that happens,” he whined.  And it happens all the fuckin’ time!”

I was beginning to see the side of him that Lesley always ranted and complained about in her daily drunken calls to Kent and me.  It was a tiny bit but enough to remind me that nobody is perfect all the time.  Sure I’d still suck, finger, fuck, and let sexy built Mack fuck me as planned when we got to our place; I’m not an idiot!  But I wouldn’t feel quite as sorry for him being rejected by his wife and wanting for sex and affection as before I saw the rougher side of him.

Wonder if he’s truly rough, my thoughts raced and my dick started to pay attention.  He said he’d really plowed the guy in Detroit.  Maybe I should keep him worked-up so when we get back in a few minutes he really gives it to us good!

“Putting aside the nice afternoon walk … “ I continued.

“In the ninety-five degree heat and ninety-some percent humidity while there’s a fucking heat advisory in effect,” Mack groused.

No real need to stoke his anger.  Still … “Yeah and all because your wife or teenage kid couldn’t be bothered to put the cart on the charger after they used it,” I goaded him.

“They’re the only ones who do use the golf cart; it’s never there when I want it! And that’s the least of it!  Rowan’s a legal adult and I still have to badger him to take the trash out and to mow the lawn.  He doesn’t pay a dime to live there or for food or anything.  AND we’re on legal issue number three with this latest accident.  Les probably told you we’ve been sued for a fuckin’ bundle!  She fuckin’ tells everyone everything about our business; all the other moms or alcoholic females in here know our business.  She keeps telling me we need to rush to get Row another car; DAMMIT the fuckin’ accident was his fuckin’ fault for driving irresponsibly!”

WHY two seemingly intelligent adults would let a retarded boy drive a car who’d just turned eighteen and suddenly decided to drive after being afraid since they pushed him to get his license when he turned sixteen is beyond our understanding.  From the mother’s perspective giving him her three-year-old Cadillac SUV got her a new car and she didn’t have to be bothered driving him anywhere.  After the first accident which came after the felony assault (Rowan slugged another teenager after Rowan was eighteen; the other boy was sixteen and his parents filed a complaint) which was the first of the legal issues Mack ranted about and after a speeding ticket that they’d tried to fight but the cop showed-up, proved his radar gun was perfectly calibrated, testified that he gave the kid a break by not citing him for two other infractions, and nearly two thousand in lawyer’s fees down the drain on that one … Well, the parental judgment was suspect to Kent and me but none of our business.

I could remind Mack that his insurance company would fight the lawsuit tooth and nail; both his auto insurer and his five-million-dollar umbrella policy carrier.  But I wanted him good and angry when we got home.  “Yeah that’s got to be a huge worry,” I told him.  “When you’ve worked to build-up everything you have to set you up for the rest of your life and a careless act and hungry lawyers threaten to take it all … “. Kent was on the other side of Mack and looked over at me with a conspiratorial look.  He knew exactly what I was doing.

“This was just plugging-in the cart.  But with your daughter wrecking her new car on the side of the house a couple of weeks ago, sneaking out of her room in the middle of the night the weekend before they left without her phone and not showing-up until the middle of the next day, and then finding out the so-called platonic boyfriend had picked her up and they’d done who knows what … not sure the older son getting you the lawsuits compares to a sixteen-year-old daughter running around.  Man you’ve got a heavy load!” Kent laid it on.

“If she ends up fuckin’ knocked-up I swear I’ll kill her not him.  Climbing out the window like an fuckin’ slut in heat!  

“And don’t forget Lesley!  She’s driving me up the wall making excuses for them and badgering me about every little thing!  AND she doesn’t even put-out!” he ranted.  “All she fuckin’ cares about is taking those kids’ side and her next drink.  Then when she’s too drunk to put me off well a blow-up doll has more life to it!”

We were in sight of our house.

“Her drinking and dialing,” I piled on.  “Sometimes when she calls all she has to say are just nasty things and then half of it we can’t even understand.  I feel bad sometimes for everyone she has bad things to say about even though I know it’s just the alcohol talking; she probably doesn’t mean it.”

“The fuck she doesn’t.  She’s like that all the time now.  Everyone talks about her and about how my wife is a drunk.  And it’s not like she’s interested in sex when she’s drunk like most women are; it’s not like she’s peddling that worn-out snatch of hers or getting it with any other guy.”

I didn’t want his anger dampened by the knowledge that it wasn’t just him she wasn’t interested in fucking.  “I remember you both telling us about a camping trip recently where she was flirting with the young lifeguard?”

Mack clenched his fists.  “Oh fuck how could I forgot about that!  Yeah she practically had his shorts open and her face in his bulging crotch!  Jesus talk about slutty; I nearly had to carry her to our tent before the young stud smacked her.”  He stopped abruptly short of the walk to our front door and made a point of looking at both our crotches.  “And seriously that college kid she was all over didn’t even really have that much of a bulge; nothing like either of you.”

”Considering what she’s neglecting in your pants Mack she obviously wasn’t going for bigger size; just someone else.”

”FUCK her!” he shouted.  I wondered if any neighbors hear that carried on the breeze. 

“You’re coming in right?” Kent said when he turned into the walk that goes around to our front door.

“I’m not great company,” Mack growled.

“We know exactly how to get your spirits UP!” I reassured him.  “We’re going to give you your turn to take out your frustrations,” he reminded him.  “That’s what men do!”

Mack had been very tensed and suddenly relaxed.  “Is this the gay guy therapy method?”

“Sure we’ll go with that,” Kent said with a laugh.

“And it’s free; no insurance co-pay,” I added and nudged our neighbor to follow Mack.

When we were inside we all gave Sasha his attention; then Kent took our trusty friend out for some relief of his own.  I knew it wouldn’t be long because our thick-furred Husky and the oppressive heat aren’t a good combination.  But I got back to work on Mack.  I took hold of his fat dick through his shorts.

I led him down the hall and through our sitting area to our bedroom.  Mack chuckled.  I turned I as he had stopped and was looking at the sofa.  “You’d never knew I blew a wad all over that a couple of hours ago,” he said.  “You cleaned it up well.”

“Not the first time,” I told him and went on into the bedroom.

When we were by our bed I got to work opening his shorts.  I was surprised to find a jock-strap.  The sweat of his crotch was strong; manly but not rank.  I buried my face in his pouch and he clamped his hand on the back of my head.

“I get so tense,” he moaned and ground his hardening dick into my face inside his pouch.

“You need to drain your balls more often,” I told him as I rubbed my forehead against his hardness and inhaled his ball-sweat.

Mack chuckled.  “I’ve drained my balls more with you two in the past couple of weeks than the last ten years with Les.”

“You think you can drain them again deep in my hole stud?”

Mack bent over and surprised me by shoving his hand down my shorts and finding my hole with his fingers.  “I’m definitely going to fuck your ass!” he growled.

From the doorway, “Guess you’ve got dibs on Mack fucking you?” Kent said with a little laugh. “Unless of course you’ve got enough for two more Mack?”

Mack laughed.  “No fair!  You really took it out of me before lunch.”

I pulled down the jock-strap and freed Mack’s veiny fat cock and hairy bag.  I continued to rub my face against jis sweaty junk while he rubbed my hole.  “If I remember right I put it in you earlier,” I corrected him.

“I still fuckin’ ache from it.  I’m gonna give it all back to you,” he growled and shoved his middle finger knuckle-deep inside me.

Fortunately I was soaking wet inside due to the sweat; his rough insertion wasn’t nothing but it wasn’t bad.  “Yeah stud?  You’re gonna give it to me good?  Leave all that frustration in my wrecked hole?”

“You fuckin’ know it,” he growled and fingered me deeper.

“Guess I’ll be spectating,” Kent said with a mock air of resignation.

“Come here!” Mack ordered and it surprised both of us.

Kent slowly got out of his shoes, socks, and shorts and then when he was ready he made his way to us.  I was licking Mack’s hairy balls and savoring the salty sweat.  “Whoa!” Kent cried and followed it with, “Mmmm nice!”

I looked to the side and saw Mack’s hand encircling Kent’s semi and stroking it as it got harder.  I swallowed Mack’s hard-on and got a long moan out of him which peaked as his fat head breached my throat.

“Damn you look good in my husband; can’t wait to see you buried in his fuck-hole!” Kent said.

I pulled off Mack a bit later; his dick was slimy from my throat snot and throbbing ready.  I got up and out of my shorts and shoes fast as lightning and flopped myself back on the bed.  I held my feet out wide with my hole up and said, “Come on Mack.  Fuck me!  Take out all those frustrations on my man-hole.  I can take it; just let me fuckin’ have it.”

I swear I saw his nostrils flare and he advanced on me and entered me as rough as a rapist.  I won’t lie; even with the sweat lube, his dick slimy from my throat, and me being used to Kent’s much larger dick that fat gnurly piece of Mack’s felt like he was ripping me open on the intrusion.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk!” he groaned.  “It’s too tight to move!  You’ve got some muscles there buddy.”

Damned if I was copping to the pain; but truth was it was bad.  I couldn’t have clenched my ass-muscles on him right then if I’d tried.  “Don’t be a fuckin’ pussy; FUCK me!” I goaded him.

Kent smacked Mack’s butt HARD and said, “You heard the man!  He doesn’t think you have it in you!”

Mack began ripping his hard-on out and slamming it into me; I had to remember I wanted this and his pre and my natural ass-lube would make it easier soon.  When I unclenched my eyes I saw Mack had turned his head and he and Kent began making out; he also began pumping my hole even harder.  “Aaaaaaaaaarrgh!” I cried involuntarily quickly followed by, “Is that all you’ve got?  You said your cunt hurts from what I gave you earlier?  Be a fuckin’ man and give it back!”

Mack’s face jerked away from Kent’s lips and screwed-up in anger at me.  His spit flew as he bellowed, “I don’t have a fucking cunt you fucking faggot!  Goddamn you!” he cursed as he pounded me viciously.

I saw over Mack’s shoulder that Kent’s eyes had narrowed.  I was barely taking Mack’s assault but needed to make sure Kent knew I was okay before something triggered.  “That’s it Mack.  Show me you’re a MAN.  Take out all that aggression!”

I saw Mack grimace and clamp shut his eyes as he SLAMMED himself into me and then threw Kent a wink; his face relaxed.  Then I heard a loud SLAP and Mack bellowed but kept pounding me like a madman.  Kent grinned and then smacked his ass again and that got another bellow.

Mack was drilling me hard as he could.  He looked furious and his face was so red I had a moment’s worry that he might be heading for a heart attack.  But just like that he screwed-up his eyes and roared and slammed one last time DEEP inside me and began pumping his seed.

“FUCK YEAH!  Fill me dude.  Let it all go,” I urged him as I felt him blast shot after shot inside me by the pulsing in his dick.

Mack finally staggered back and his fat dick-head ripped out of my ring.  “Fucking OUCH!” I over-emoted with a laugh.

Kent caught him as he teetered and caught his breath; Mack’s eyes were sort of rolling as he came down.  “Jesus!” he panted.

“Feel better?” Kent asked him.

“I … I don’t know … I mean I don’t know what came over me,” Mack struggled with the words.  Then he looked at me.  “Are you okay?”  He looked down at my puffy wet hole; I’d let go of my feet and my heels were on the edge of the bed.

I’d been surely and ruthlessly fucked by a hot man.  Was I fucking okay?  HELL YES!  It was too fast to call it a seminal moment; but this straight guy was learning about man-sex.  I grinned at him. “Mission accomplished?” I asked him instead of answering.  “You release all that pent-up anger and frustration?”

“Fuck I just let it all loose!”

“Sounds like a job well done,” Kent chimed-in and gave Mack’s sweaty pec a bro-pat.  Then he ran his hand down Mack’s muscle path until he got to the fat sagging dick and reached under and hefted Mack’s balls.

“Whoa dude!” Mack was startled.  “My boys have been a bit over-extended today.”

Kent laughed and hefted them again.  “Just checking the level in the tanks to make certain you’ll be running lighter.”

Mack chuckled.  “For however long it lasts I feel like I’m relieved and relaxed down there.”  He stood a bit straighter.  “I really gave it to you!” he directed to me.

“That was the point,” I answered now up on my elbows.

“You didn’t … “ Mack observed looking me from dick to face.

I grinned.  “Not this time; at least not yet.  This was about you and what you needed to fuck-out.”

“Uh … “ he looked uncertain and turned to Kent.

“I got this,” Kent said with a smirk.  He walked up to me, pushed my knees back, positioned his three-quarters hard dick-head at my gooey opening, and pushed that gargantuan pole of his slowly into me.

“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned as he stretched me and filled me.  Yes I was full of cum for lube; but there was more to Kent’s entry even with his substantially bigger dick that hurt less than when Mack barged into my hole.

When I opened my eyes Kent looked away from me and back at Mack.  “You’re welcome to stay and watch.  Just grab a towel and put it down on that chair,” he jerked his head to the chair on his side of our bed, “if you decide to sit down.  Bad choice of fabric for active guys who like to be naked,” he chuckled.

“My husband the interior decorator,” I teased him.  “Can I have my husband the stud back?”

“I’m going to redecorate your interior!” he joked and pulled out steadily while I moaned like a bitch until his fat flared head was stretching my ass-ring; my moan continued until I was flinching and squeeking at the sting of the stretch.

Then Kent plunged back in even deeper; that last bit of him when his balls hit my ass and he ground himself into me was always my trigger.  “FUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKYEAHHHHHHHHH!” I moaned and clutched at his hard butt-cheeks.

Kent began pumping me; long-dicking me steadily and jamming his rod against my prostate as he drilled in and pulled out of me.  He knows just how to work me.

“OH FUCK YEAH KENT.  OH YEAH!  THERE!” I cried with my voice unsteady and peaking as his head knocked my pleasure nub.  I had my head thrown back in abandon.

Kent loved to drill me slow and edge me with his dick working my prostate; once he’d done me like that for literally hours until I’d had no more begging in me.  He could work my body like a precision tool with the indicator gauge hovering right at the red zone for as long as he wanted.  I never knew either if he’d suddenly pound me into release or just keep me floating.

I was in sub-space; floating on the edge of my climax, filled with sensation, and awash with the sublimity of being filled by my husband.  I was babbling and begging and making no sense as my husband showed-off his virility for our guest.

I was vaguely aware of my solar plexus being puddled with my pre-cum when my consciousness occasionally resumed enough to feel it running down and off my sides.  In those more conscious moments I’d focus on Kent’s eyes locked with mine; his stare was intense as he maintained control and didn’t allow himself to get near to cumming.

“Get behind me and grab my nuts,” penetrated my reverie and I realized Kent was talking to Mack who was still here.

“Grab your … “ Mack stuttered.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ pussy!” Kent snapped.  “You just fucked my husband.  Now make yourself useful and grab hold of my nuts and work them hard and make them give-up my load.”

I focused for an instant on Mack’s figure behind my husband but was building-up myself because his thrusts had quickened.  I fell back into the immersion in my own ride.

“You won’t break ‘em.  Go on; really squeeze and pull them!” Kent told him.  Then “OHFUCK!  Yeah; more!”

He began moaning and fucking me faster and harder.  “DON’T FUCKING STOP!” he yelled.

He pumped me furiously like that for some time; it could have been a few and it could have been many minutes.  Yelped and moaned and growled as Mack took his running string of orders to really challenge his balls.  Until finally his massive dick got even harder and fatter inside me and made me feel like I might split open.

Kent moved himself so that his quick hard thrusts smacked dead-on into my p-spot every time.  “OH FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK YEAH!  OH FUCK!” I cried with every impact as he propelled me again to that edge.

“THIS is how you fuck!” Kent snarled at Mack.  “When you see him start to shoot, you give my balls a last big tug and squeeze and hold!  Got it?”

“YES SIR!” Mack snapped.  Him calling Kent ‘sir’ rocketed me over the edge.  My body seized and then was spasming as my dick started shooting.  I felt my hot seed blazing through my shaft but was out of it before it landed on me or us.  I only vaguely heard Kent grunt loud and felt his huge rod spasm inside me.

[I only know this coming part because they told me after I’d come back to full consciousness.]

Kent shouted loud when Mack gave his big balls a strong yank; that’s when he started unloading inside me.  Mack began to let-up on my husband’s balls and Kent yelled at him not to stop; “I said hold the tension!”  Kent said it was one of the hardest orgasmic blasts he could remember.

[Back to what I experienced.]

It was like some director did in a movie; the sound and feel and smell and sight of things came back slowly.  I smelled the cum and sweat and pheromones as the stink I inhaled intensified.  I felt my sore ass-ring stretched around Kent’s familiar fuck-hammer and my chafed but soaked channel stung from what felt like a gallon of cum more and more sprayed against my sore inner walls.  I saw the top of my husband’s head as he hung it recovering from his release; and I saw sexy Mack over Kent’s shoulder wide-eyed with wonder.  I felt cum dripping off my face and neck and beginning to run in my pelt.

Kent lifted his head and moved forward to press his lips into mine.  We kissed … for more than a short while and he ground himself into my sore ass-pussy; every spark of sting and pain made me suck his mouth harder.  When Kent pulled back he said in his voice but an octave lower than normal, “God I love you Al!”

I was overcome and my reply came out stilted because I was choked-up.  “I love you more!”  Then we both chuckled.

Kent looked over his shoulder to Mack.  “How far out of your comfort zone are you?” he asked our guest star.

“Honestly, I’m good,” Mack said with surprise in his voice.

“Interested in pushing your boundaries some?” Kent asked him.

“Some more you mean?” Mack asked.  “‘Cuz Jesus guys my boundaries are pretty shattered already.  And physically … Al I don’t know how you can take that twice!  Dude … respect; my ass is still feeling like someone corn-holed me with an I-beam.”

Kent chuckled.  “Some more of that desensitizing lube every few hours and you’ll survive princess!  Not like you weren’t loving it when Al was railing you.  And you were kissing and stroking me; you seem to like that more and more.”

“Not so sure I’ve wrapped my head around all of it yet.  And talking about it out loud is both terrifying and thrilling.”

“Whatever we do stays here; that’s the deal.  You don’t go recounting this to your other gay sex-mates either.  And before you protest there WILL be more.  Hell you already left that poor bottom in Detroit wanting more I’m sure.”

Mack laughed.  “If I wasn’t already sure I couldn’t handle another gay guy or another pair of gay guys something tells me that I will be after whatever you have in mind for me next.”

“And we still have a few days before you resume family life,” I offered.  

Mack shook his head.  Don’t remind me!

Just wondering if you’re in for a penny or in for a pound,” Kent asked the straight guy who’d gotten sucked by another guy (both of us), stroked another guy’s dick (Kent’s), played with another guy’s balls (Kent’s), kissed another guy (Kent), and fucked a guy’s ass (mine).

“I’m a probable pound,” Mack said more definitively than he meant.

“Well then … so many possibilities.”  Kent hadn’t moved as he bantered with Mack.  He was still balls-deep in me and still more than half-hard; his smirk was devilish but thoughtful.  He was making Mack sweat more than he already had.

I just relaxed in the heavy aroma of masculine sweat and sex and enjoyed the feel of my husband’s massive member hardening again.  The throb of his pulse inside my sore hole brought my own dick back to life.  I bet the next act would even be better.