Neighborhood Distraction

Our phones chirped simultaneously with the message ringtone; my husband Kent read his.

JE: I get in tonight. For good.

“Jef’s really making it,” Kent told me.  “He’s getting in tonight.”

Another twin chirp.  This time I looked at my watch.

JE: I bought the Symmes place on Sand Trap.  Closed just now.  E-sign is a beautiful thing.  Packed and leaving from the lawyer’s.  Was thinking.

“Well hell,” I exclaimed in frustration and wanting to know if Jef’s very talented holes would be ours and when.

Kent had looked as well.  “Patience,” he said in a voice intended to soothe.  In fact it made me more anxious to know what Jef had been thinking.

As if on cue my phone’s FaceTime went off; it was him.

“Doctor J,” I greeted him for the both of us with both our faces filling the camera frame on my phone.

Jef’s phone camera was mounted somewhere on his dash it appeared.  I was struck anew with what a handsome man he is.  And how the arteries in his neck are so defined as is his neck and jaw and broad shoulders.

“Gentlemen!” he began.

“You’ve been thinking?” Kent prompted him; given the lusty thoughts Jef evoked we could have refuted the “gentlemen” designation.

He grinned.  Somehow the angle since he was watching the road and was obviously driving made it look like we were watching him without his knowledge.

“I have.  I know Sunday is Christmas and I was wondering if your kids or other guests are there.”  He paused.

“Al and Sibby and their respective broods will all be with their in-laws for Christmas this year.  They’ll be here in a week for new year’s.  We’re soloing it this weekend; maybe with a shorter-term guest star … or two?” I threw in.

Kent added one bit of info to clarify the “guest star” count.  “We’re hoping Quint will be our dessert.  He always needs an outlet after family gatherings particularly … anything with his dad really.”

“How would you men enjoy me for an appetizer.  Maybe even a multiple-day appetizer?”

He had a broad grin on his face and he seemed to have awkwardly adjusted himself in his seat.  Probably getting settled for the ten-hour-plus drive south.

“Turn your camera and show us what you were adjusting,” Kent said forcefully.

Jef momentarily looked away from the road and into the phone’s camera; his look was surprise.

“Let me pull over first.”

Being a doctor Jef was very cautious in driving and in anything other than sex as far as we knew.  I was about to tell him not to go to the trouble but Kent stopped me by motioning me to be quiet.

A few bumps later and Jef was angling the phone down.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” he asked from out of the frame.

What was in the frame was a very obvious hard-in in what appeared to be compression pants.

“If only all real estate closings were so stimulating,” I joked.

“Not the closing you jerks,” he whined.  “YOU!  I can’t even think of you two without blood rushing to my penis and my seminal fluid flowing.”

We both laughed.  Then stopped; Jef had wriggled and freed his enraged cock from his compression pants now pulled to his thighs.

Kent asked, “You gonna knock one out right there?”

I added, “I know how much seminal fluid you produce,” I teased with air quotes.  “I hope you have a roll of Brawny in the car with you.”

In the FaceTime frame we could see a copious new bead of pre-cum at his tip.

“I haven’t cum for four days; nerves about the closing and leaving here and family when I get there.  I’ll have plenty more by the time I get there if I unload some here.”

“At least you didn’t say ‘ejaculate.’” I teased him some more.  Until Jef was naked in person his sex talk was a tad bit clinical.

“If you want me to do that while you watch I can pull off at the next exit.  I don’t want to be on the road shoulder that long or to be distracted.”

Of course he wouldn’t.  Truth be told I’d much rather he save it until he got to us.

“You’ll come straight to us,” Kent said with as much force as he’d ordered the doctor to show us his hard-on.

Jef’s hand was stroking his cock very slowly; not seriously.  His pre-cum was flowing and running down his bell and onto his fingers.

“I’d really like to sleep at your place for tonight at least if that’s okay.”

I corrected him.  “You’ll get very little sleep here; even if we did find ourselves done using you your hole will be so sore you’ll need pain meds to sleep.”

Kent slapped me but guffawed.

Jef returned the phone so the camera was facing him.  He was grinning.

“Exactly the accommodations and terms I was hoping for!”  We could see he was getting his car back on the road.  “I should be there by nine-thirty or ten with a couple of stops.  That okay?”

“On two conditions, Kent told him.  I turned to Kent with genuine curiosity to see what he had thought of.  “First you edge yourself at least a third of the drive and all the last hour of it.”

Jef’s face showed shock.

“I haven’t unloaded in almost a week.  I don’t know if that’s possible,” he protested.

“You’re a doctor,” Kent snapped back.  “You know how to manage your body.  Edge for at least four hours,” he clarified.

“That’s more than a third … “

Kent cut him short.  “Yes or no bitch?”

“YES SIR!” Jef snapped back.  “And the second?”

“You agree you’ll be fucked the moment you get here.  It’s up to you if you take the time to prepare yourself or not,” Kent added cryptically.

“I did that before I did the Zoom closing, smart-ass.”  His look was smug with the slightest bit of disappointment for having been doubted.

“You shouldn’t go without food for the drive, Jef,” I said with genuine concern.

“I have a chest full of Gatorade.  It’ll be a fasting day for me; that’ll keep my bowel …”

“No need to elaborate!” I nearly shrieked.

Kent lightened a bit.  “You thought of everything.  We can’t wait to see you.”

I added, “And can’t wait to fuck you.  And to hear about what’s going on that you bought the house on Sand Trap instead of taking over your parents’ house.”

Kent’s head snapped sideways to look at me.  He mouthed, “Ohhhhhhh?”

Jef’s brow furrowed and his eyes darkened.  “I’ll tell you anything; I’m an open book you know that.  It’s boring and stupid though; my brother is such a shithead,” he said and looked like it weighed on him.

“Sorry man,” we both said at the same time.

“Yeah me too,” Jef said and looked like he was drawing some resolve.  “That’s why I’m our parents’ power of attorney and not him.  But no way am I going to play with him; this way he can’t claim I’m doing anything wrong, taking anything that we don’t split, nothing.  And the fuck of it is,” his tone turned sharp and he slammed a hand on his steering wheel and sucked in a breath.  He stopped there and looked like he might be fighting tears.

“Jef,” I said gently.

“Yeah,” he answered sounding a bit stilted.

“Forget that stuff until you have to deal with it again,” I said in as soothing a tone as I could.  “And you definitely don’t have to think about it until after we’ve fucked you six ways from Sunday.”

Jef guffawed at that, snuffled, and wiped his eyes.

“Concentrate on the driving and be safe,” I told him, concerned for him in all ways.  “Oh, and when you stop to piss, make sure you keep that world-class ass of yours warm.  Those compression shorts won’t do the job this time of year even as you drive south.  We’re having a helluva cold snap.”

Kent took my hand with the phone and moved it so his other hand gripping his crotch was in the frame.  “This should give you something to think about while you edge your cock on the drive down.”

Jef laughed and snuffled a little.  “You know I live for your dicks.  See you before you know it.”  He reached toward the phone and the call ended.

“I didn’t know he had a brother,” I told Kent.  “I also didn’t know his parents were that gone that there’s a power of attorney in play.  I only knew he’d moved them into that assisted living place over by Mayo.”

“Yeah, but you know every square inch of his ass inside and out.”  Kent was always right.  I laughed and told him so.  “And how about I check to be sure I haven’t forgotten anything about yours,” he asked.

Kent rubbed my butt and increased pressure from his fingertips as they grazed my hole; I felt a familiar jolt of excitement.  “You think you’ve forgotten anything since three hours ago before we went to the gym?  That load is still in me.”

“Liar,” he challenged me.  “I know exactly when you went to the men’s room at the gym and let it out.”

How the hell did he know that?  He was right but how could he possibly know that was what I’d done?  His fingers massaging my hole insistently through my running shorts brought me back.

“I need to re-fill you.”

I laughed.  “You need your balls drained again,” I corrected him.  “I’m just here.”

“It’s good we have complementary needs and our circumstances coincide,” he said with a smirk.

My husband’s hand found its way inside my waistband and that pressure was now directly on my pucker.  He knew how to get me to moan and want it; I was pushing back onto his dry fingers like a wanton slut.  Certainly not like a man who’d been so thoroughly fucked a few hours earlier that I’d blown my wad without touching myself.

Kent took my mouth aggressively as he worked his fingers inside me.  He was expert in both; I cried out into his mouth when he rubbed my love nub.

“God I love you,” he murmured breathily mid-face-sucking.

“Me too AHHHHHHHH FUCK!” I tried to tell him but his fingers grazing that spot had my knees buckling and my speech faltering.

And still he sucked my face and ground his hard-on into mine.

“Fuck me yaaaagggghhhhh” his fingers made me yelp again in near ecstasy.  “NOW Kent!”

“I love it when you order me around,” he told me through the shit-eating grin he sported.  And again he grazed my most sensitive spot.

“Ooooooofuck!” I gasped again.

Kent knew how to play my body; he could have rubbed me right there, increasing the pressure, then finally jabbing me and sending me into the stratosphere.  IF he’d wanted to get me off instead of just playing with me.

I did the easiest thing I could do to make him fuck me; I reached for my drooling cock.  As I knew he would he swatted my hand away.  Then he gave me a short but definitive rubbing of my nub and had me writhing and heading toward blast-off; until he stopped.

“Sure you don’t want to save it for the very good doctor?”

“If you don’t fuck me NOW I swear I’ll … “

Not that I believed he was afraid of the unspoken consequence but it did the trick nonetheless.  Kent forcefully threw me back, hooked his right arm under my left knee and raised it high and wide, and then had his drooling fat cock-head smashed against my now empty hole.  I pushed against his slimy cock-knob and he shoved forward; and just like that and with a loud gasp from me at the sudden stretch he was inside me.

The first time Kent fucked me with his monster dick I wondered if I’d ever sign-on for a next time; he’s that big.  Not that the pain ever went away but he knew how to use it and ultimately had me moaning and crying out in ecstasy with the pain in the back of my mind not the front.  He also made me feel like a teenager again; he fucked a load out of me the likes of which hadn’t come from me for decades.  I was sore as can be and there I was begging him to fuck me again that same night.  His cock was raging again as a man in his twenties should be able to do; but instead of taking his pleasure and fucking my lights out he edged me slowly and worked me up emotionally over a very long hour before he gently re-entered me.  It was I who demanded the hard fuck; I nearly raped him.

Today as we both knew how much we’d enjoy our promised romp with the doctor I rode Kent’s cock like I did that second time our first night.  Only now I knew how to make my husband cum first; and I loved controlling him like that.

“Al slow down!” Kent pleaded as I fucked myself hard and fast and Kegeled his cock until he was gasping and swearing.  “Goddamn Al you know … fucker you know what you can do to me.”

Yup I do; and yup I did know exactly what I wanted.  I wanted to fuck his dick until he flooded my chute and guts with his seed; and then I would keep on fucking that cock that I knew I could keep fully hard after he came the first time by working it the way I did.   And that second time he’d pound me with vengeance until he blasted me to the stars.

I let-up enough to edge him when he was too close.

“You mother-fucker!” he growled in frustration.  I clenched harder.  “You fuckn tease!”  His throbbing dick slammed into me harder but I wasn’t clenching again.”

“Tell me I own your dick husband!” I demanded.

“Oh you fuckn own it.  And you own my nuts.  And you own every fluid that shoots out my cock.”

“I take it unless I choose to give it away.”

I laughed despite still adjusting around his invading monster cock.  “Ha!  Is that a preview of when Jef gets here?”

Then I began clenching again and Kent wasn’t able to speak coherently; fortunately his groin and hips were able to respond with more aggressive thrusts which threatened to take my breath away.

Then I felt it; his knob getting bigger inside me and the flared head knocking my love-nub harder.  And now it was a race to see who blasted his seed first.  I was on the ascent as surely as if a jet engine had fired my balls.  Kent’s too-huge-already cock thicker and harder from root to tip reaming me.  My hands locked in a death-grip on his hard sweaty bubble butt-cheeks pulling myself harder into his brutal thrusts.  Our grunts and groans reverberating.

Until finally those last few even harder jabs as his body tensed and then his neck contorted until his arteries were standing out and he planted himself as deep inside me as his hard-on which was now its peak size inside me could reach.  That was my trigger too; I felt the violent spasm ripple through me and the flow blast from my balls.  I shoved my face against his in an awkward lip-lock.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa fuckkkkkkkkkkk!” I cried into his mouth.

“Gggggnnnbggggghhhhhhhh,” he grunted.

I felt my first volley leave my body and shoot up between us at the same time as I felt his hard-on throb and flood my guts with his first blast.  SPLAT!  My shot sounded of his and my jaws and I felt it splatter me and run into our sweaty chests pressed together.

Our teeth knocked as we both writhed through many cum-blasts.  I drenched us until we were a gooey mess of mashed torsos together sliding in our throes; he drenched my insides until I could feel his enormous member sloshing as it again pistoned inside me but slowing.

Kent came to a stop and rested himself on me as we kissed and regained our breath.  Our sweat and my cum plastered us together and I felt his sweat roll off him onto me as mine soaked our sheets even more.  I desperately wanted to lick his sweat; but I had energy only to clutch him tight to me and to continue to passionately kiss him.

Finally Kent rested his sweaty brow agains my forehead and softly said, “Nobody.  Nothing is.  As.  Good.  We’re … “

I stopped his struggle for breath and words with my hand on his cheek.  My cardio regimen following my heart surgeries gave me the advantage in my breathing anyway.  “I know.  And we are the best together.  Should I call Jef and tell him we’d rather be alone?”

Kent moved his head back to look into my eyes.  We both pondered the options.  Then as one we busted out in laughter.

“That boy’s sleeping tonight with a SORE hole!” Kent got out through his laughter.

I sympathized as his softening dick fell free of my gooey fuck-hole.