We were both drenched with sweat from hair to socks; the humid ninety-degree heat usual for mid-summer made a cut-throat tennis match a dubious choice. I was still marveling at how I’d had a few lucky points and a final let ball that hit the cord directly and just dinked over too far for Kent to scramble to get it. We met at the net and hugged notwithstanding the sweat and stink; more like sports bros than husbands and he beamed at me. “I love that you’re such a jock-stud!”
My husband Kent is the stud. Almost a decade and a half my junior, buffed, tall, handsome. That he lost 7-6, 6-7, 7-5, 6-3 that day was unusual; usually we went five and tie-broke every set.
“Are you okay?” I asked as we walked along the opposite sides of the net toward the side. I truly wondered if he was feeling himself.
He laughed and pulled me into a hug when we arrived at the side benches where our gear was. “You think there’s something wrong because you beat the crap out of me?” Before I could answer he was kissing me; right there on the tennis court at our suburban country club. And neither of us gave a thought to the conservative Christian red-neck contingent and their likely horror at the sight.
I was wobbly from the kiss; all these years later and my husband still made my knees weak with looks; kisses made them wobbly enough I had to steady myself against the fence. “Just asking,” I croaked-out in answer to his question.
“Shower here and go have a drink on the veranda?” he asked.
“If we’re on the veranda we don’t need to shower. And we’ll just get sweaty again on the walk home anyway,” I countered sensibly. We’d resisted the community standard; golf cart even if you didn’t play golf to get the mile or two from home to the country club. It was exactly one mile’s walk from our house; we both enjoyed walking.
“Yeah based on who’s out today that I’ve seen there’s not much scenery promised in the showers today anyway,” Kent agreed.
I just laughed and shook my head as we changed into clean dry shirts there on the court.
Our scenery assessment was not so as we passed by the country club bar looking in from the veranda. It was stud-bro day apparently; a miscalculation on our part. I’d forgotten there had been a golf tournament, and based on wet but combed hair and the fresh smell of soap, cologne, and deodorant that wafted out the French doors when one came outside with his phone at his ear there had been an opportunity we’d missed downstairs in the men’s locker room. Made me a bit self-conscious; we stunk despite the fresh shirts we’d pulled on as we left the court.
A waiter we knew came out to get our order as we stood there ogling.
Most of the players were my age and older in our club; much older usually. But there was a contingent of younger men Kent’s age and thirties in the club that seemed to make-up the majority of the day’s revelers in the club bar with plenty of guests it looked like; guest of similar vintage and hotness.
One particularly noticeable among the assembly was a strikingly buffed stud I’d not seen before and categorized into guest status. Very bro-ish in his mannerisms and speech from the moments his loud deep voice carried out those doors. His muscularity lanky, hairy arms and legs, and handsome face made him worth observing. “Do you know who that is?” I asked Kent.
“Too handsome for here,” he joked. “Guest?”
As if on cue the object of our ogling and objectification turned and looked our way. The look was accompanied by a smile but clearly one of the others at his klatch had pointed us out.
The waiter brought our beers to the table we had claimed. Ceiling fans on high tempered the heat some as did a breeze that caught up on the second floor of the clubhouse better than down on the courts; both felt good on our still-sweaty skin.
We were just settled when the hot unknown guest came out and walked directly to our table. “I’m Blake Tippins. Apparently we’ll be neighbors in about five weeks.” He had his hand out and we each stood.
We introduced ourselves, shook hands, and invited him to sit as we returned to our seats. “So which house did you buy?” I asked, mentally running through my catalog of the nine houses I knew were for sale in the country club.
I also took a more appraising look at him. He had on a form-fitted wife-beater that accentuated his lean-muscled v-shape under an open button-up tail-out bright blue shirt of high quality. A peek of dark fur between the pillows of his pecs was visible where the neck of the undershirt dipped. The button-up hung loosely from very broad shoulders and was slack at his narrow waist. Arms hairy and corded; powerful forearms with grapefruit-sized guns stretching his short shirt sleeves. His grip when we shook was exceptionally firm; just the right blend of strength and tempered moderation.
Then there was what was lower than those sculpted abs that were easily visible through the tight thin white undershirt and that very narrow waist below the wash-board. The package in his bright yellow shorts was veritably bursting to be freed. Shower or a grower who could rival us? I wondered. And my mind momentarily painted a ludicrous scenario: the bros he’d been talking two who’d pointed us out had admired his big meat in the showers and locker room. “Yeah you’ll fit right in with your fag neighbors-to-be. They’re both hung big too!” I mentally shook myself out of that train of thought and went back to my assessment.
Very muscular legs from thighs that stretched the shorts to their limit down to huge calves all furred thickly. And big feet. Mmmmm.
“Right next-door to you,” he said with a tone that showed some confusion. “That’s how I’ll be your neighbor. Is there a house on the other side of you for sale too? Is this a warning I should pay attention to?”
“Oh as in next-door neighbor,” Kent said.
“You’re on the corner, right?” he asked still confused.
I recited the street names and confirmed for him that we were indeed one one of many many corners in the club and we clinked glasses. I threw in the count of houses for sale and filled-in the blank that anyone in the country club was a “neighbor.”
Kent said, “You’re single?” How he knew that I wondered; as I often did about such things.
Blake said, “Now I am. Bad divorce. This is my fresh start. The ex got the house we had in Evens Glen and I moved out here to the beach to be closer to my work.” Evens Glen was another country club in the center of town on the river; a much richer club but also an even older crowd.
Then he added, “She’s got the club Fitness Director. What she doesn’t know is that he hit on me more than once before he got up her slack snatch,” he said with a laugh. Then he turned serious. “Look I’ll just come out and say it.”
I looked at Kent and read his look without registering surprise; he already knew something was coming as he always did. I was still clueless.
“It’s been over two years,” Blake went on. “And frankly I’m not of any mind to spend time on any lying bitch any time soon. But a guy’s got needs ya know.”
“Two years since your divorce?”
“Two years once I’ve had any pussy!” he said loud enough to make me look around to be sure nobody was close enough to hear that.
I was dumbfounded. We’d been talking to this guy for five minutes and he was spilling his guts about being blue-balled. But as I looked at Kent he was smirking.
Blake went on. “And one of the guys at the bar pointed you two out when we were talking about the house I’ll be closing on. And I thought, ‘I’ve heard that sometimes gay guys like adding straight guy notches to their bedposts.’”
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, my brain engaged. And then I thought, WHAT THE LIVING FUCK?!
Kent was grinning now and he motioned with his hand below the corner of the table between us where our new possible friend with benefits couldn’t see: thumbs-up or thumbs-down? Then he cocked his head toward Blake and gave the thumbs-up and lifted his eyebrows. I looked at Blake who looked like he was wondering if he’d said too much and then I shrugged to Kent. What the fuck? He’s hot. Why the fuck not?
Kent leaned forward and got close to Blake across the table. “Keep up!” he said and got a surprised look from him. “This community is all in each other’s business. The Sawyers you’re buying the house from next door are away as you probably know. So are the Tennisons across from them and the Nargandkurs also across from you are never outside. Park your car at the very end of the Sawyers’ driveway. Then walk farther into the property to the end of the hedge between their-your property and the one on the other side of it; ours. You’ll find a gate in our fence way at the back. Go in there and go to our lanai and wait. We’ll leave ten minutes after you leave here and it’ll take us fifteen or twenty minutes or so to walk home. So just relax or go in the pool or whatever. Our third in our relationship is Daniel and he’s at work so you’ll be alone.”
“But if he happened to come home early he’d gladly start your relief session,” I added.
Blake blinked and had a “What the fuck?” look on his face. I was just thinking it.
“Nod if you got it. Shake if you need me to repeat it,” Kent said and leaned back.
Blake looked at me and then back at Kent. He nodded.
Then Kent SLAMMED his hand down on the table and shouted, “Listen asshole! Why don’t we try the introductions when you haven’t had more to drink than your manners can handle! Get the fuck out of here!”
Blake looked truly startled and sat very still. Kent very quietly said, “Twenty-five to thirty minutes,” then shouted again. “GO!”
Blake got up a bit stumbly and looked toward the main entrance where a bunch of other members were watching the scene. Then he turned and went the other way and disappeared around the corner of the veranda. Momentarily our favorite young studly-but-too-straight waiter showed-up. “Mr. Sherbourne Mr. Sherbourne how about another round on the house?”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
Kent said, “Kind of you garçon.”
When he was gone to get the beers I looked at Kent. “You knew? Well obviously you did. I was clueless.”
Kent put his hand on mine and patted it and smiled at me. “There are things you know; a ton of them. But men? Particularly straight men? Them I know better than they know themselves.”
Our waiter got back quickly. “Figured you guys needed these A-sap.”
Kent looked at him and said, “Someday you’re gonna give us what we really need!”
Garth blushed but gave it right back. “My wife and I are trying to get pregnant. Maybe when she’s all moody and not interested … “ He winked. “And in the meantime it looks like you’re gonna bag the new member,” he said very low and conspiratorially and then laughed and walked away. His very fine ass in his too-tight black uniform slacks: intentional?
Kent and I were surprised he’d figured it out and clinked glasses. “To perceptive young studs and to hope springing eternal,” I joked.
We got home and found Blake Tippins naked on a float in the pool with the lanai TV on; ESPN it sounded like in the distance. “Well at least we know he knows his way around a remote,” Kent said as we went through the house toward the lanai.
When we went to the French doors to outside and I had a good view of our guest I added in a low voice, “We know more than that. Nice!” I said practically drooling.
“He’s working with some damn nice equipment,” Kent agreed.
Naked every aspect of physical promise he’d shown through his shorts and golf shirt proved to be an under-statement; the guy was jacked and ripped and hung very well including big balls that were underwater between man-spread huge thighs while his hard-on soared up his lower torso with his head definitely in his lower washboard region. He was also tanned with a perfect speedo box-style tanline and furry enough all over for my dick to be swelling faster than usual; no pube-shaving for this stud-bro.
“And the academy award for best guest star goes to,” Kent called out over the Australian football on the to Blake and startled him as we got through the doorway.
He laughed. “I was a bit slow on the up-take back there. Thanks for walking me through that.”
“I was right there with ya!” I reassured him. “My husband … well thanks hon,” I said glancing toward him and leaning in for a kiss. Kent caught me behind my neck and made it a scorcher before he let me go.
“This is seriously awesome,” Blake gushed. “And this gem of a house! This area is completely private except maybe from that near corner of my lot after that hedge before where your gate is going out to the lake. And maybe that tiny window way up there,” he said motioning to a second floor eave next-door in the distance the other direction.
“She can’t get up the stairs to the bonus room any longer,” I told him.
“So Blake I’m guessing this isn’t your first gay rodeo?” Kent asked.
Blake looked startled. “No bro seriously; I’m entirely straight,” he protested. “What made you say that?” he asked almost demanding.
“You’re here naked in our pool with a hard-on that looks like it could tear through dry-wall. Completely relaxed.”
Blake didn’t answer and when I went to say something Kent sensed it and touched my hand to silence me. Finally Blake said, “I’m backed-up so bad man. And all I can think about is having heard that gay guys give better head by far than women and I know from college that fucking ass is way tighter than pussy.” Then he looked stricken suddenly. “I didn’t misread all this did I?”
I said in a very low tone to Kent, “I’ll fight you for him.”
“Sorry dude,” my husband said to him.
For a moment from Blake’s look of mortification I thought he’d get out of the pool, dress, and leave. Then Kent went on. “I was just messin’ around. We’re gonna leave you drained to dry shots when we’re done with you!”
Blake’s big dick noticeably throbbed and a glob of pre-cum appeared at his cut tip and glistened in the mid-day sun.
“Fuuuuck!” I moaned and pulled my newly sweaty shirt over my head and began to get my shorts open.
“Are you one of those straight guys who doesn’t like to see their gay cocksuckers naked?” Kent asked our guest thoughtfully before he opened his pants.
“Fuck man I see men naked all the time. And man all I care about is getting off with another person; my right hand is only so good.”
As we laughed and undressed Blake got off the float and out of the pool. He wasn’t shy about his hard-on arcing upward in front of him as he came up the steps and walked across the deck toward us. We finished getting naked as he neared; a simultaneous finish as it were.
“Damn dudes it’s true; all gay guys are hung like horses! I’m usually the big man in the locker room but you two … whoa!” Blake was transfixed by our equipment but he was also distracted when he got a good look at my racing stripe down my chest. “Wow Al. That didn’t go easily. Two? Or three surgeries?”
“Three,” I told him. “But a completely clean bill of health now.”
He pushed out his muscular arm and patted my shoulder firmly before running his palm down my scar. “Glad … for you both,” was all he said and said it somberly.
Then Kent put his hand on Blake’s broad grapefruit shoulder and the soon-to-be neighbor shivered violently. “You look like you could use more than just a nut-draining bud.”
Kent’s hand came down over Blake’s shoulder to his hard hairy pec and found his nipple. A few tweaks and a pinch and Blake backed away fast and breathed in deeply through clenched teeth. “Fuck man it’s been so long. I almost came just from that.”
Kent reached out and took him by the base of his drooling dick; tight grip apparently as Blake yelped. “This will slow things down,” Kent said.
Blake didn’t struggle to get away. But he vibrated as if he was too close for any stimulation at all.
I added to his discomfort by moving behind him and wrapping my arms around him. I took a huge chance and kissed the base of the back of his neck and pulled him tight against me.
Blake sighed a deep long moan. “It’s been so fucking long since I’ve had anyone … “ He trailed off as he relaxed into my hold when Kent released his root from his constrictive hold.
Then Kent sank to his knees. “We’re going to get the first one out of the way,” I heard him say.
Then Blake’s body jolted and he shouted, “OH GOD!” I knew Blake had his dick in my husband’s mouth as my own slick-headed hard-on was caught in Blake’s rock-hard glutes.
“Fuck! SERIOUS; not going to last long,” he warned. “And bro,” he said over his shoulder, “be careful with that club you wield; my hole is about one-tenth that diameter and I want to keep it that way!”
I held him and rubbed his etched abs and enjoyed him leaning against me as he moaned and carried on for about a minute. Then I felt his entire body tensing and vibrating as his moans crescendoed and he finally shouted, “I can’t … “ and then his body wracked as he exploded.
Blake came and came and Kent gurgled and gulped not missing a drop. When Blake finally struggled and protested his dick was too sensitive, Kent came up for air. “DUDE! What do you fuckin’ eat?!”
The guest looked startled, gently eased out of my grip, and moved to where he was facing both of us as his dick continued to drip his dregs. “What?”
Kent got up and kissed me hard and shared the sharpest most pungent cum I’d tasted in a long while. “Dude I gotta throw-in with my husband. That’s some seriously rank cum you’ve got there. What DO you eat?”
“Man I’m really sorry,” Blake said looking genuinely embarrassed. “I fuckin’ blow in seconds and my spunk is too strong!”
“SORRY?” Kent shot back. “A studly man with strong manly cum? And about a gallon of it at that? DUDE thank YOU! That was fuckin’ gonzo!”
Blake looked confused. Until I reached over and took his sac in my hand and gave his boys a good caress at the base of his dripping dick. “You’re definitely a stud. Inside and out. Just curious about how you get your cum so strong. And to a gay guy a quick cum is a compliment; the first time anyway.”
“So you’re not mad?”
“Mad?!” Kent parroted incredulously. “Stud, if you weren’t ‘straight’,” he said with the air quotes and a playful grin, “we’d share ours and you’d see why we’re envious.”
He kind of stumbled back and held onto one of the lanai chairs. “Do you mind if I sit for a minute?” he asked. “I’m kinda in over my head here.”
We motioned for him to sit and sat ourselves. He leaned back and put his arm over his eyes; bushy pit and flexed muscles didn’t make it unpleasant for us as I confirmed when I glanced at Kent he met my glance briefly and grinned.
A moment went by and then another. Blake’s abs and pecs rose and fell as he panted. Then suddenly he leaned forward with both forearms on his knees. “That was the first time I’ve cum that wasn’t me jerking-off in years. The first time anyone’s hands were on me. Sorry but I think that’s why I came so fast; when I jerk it most of the time I have to nearly rip my dick off to get off and sometimes not even then.
“That’s a damn shame,” Kent told him and hit a nerve. Blake looked at him hopefully. “A studly man like you should be enjoyed all the time. Who fuckin’ wouldn’t?”
“My fuckin’ frigid ex; that’s who. And turns out she was only frigid to me I guess. Fuckin’ devastating for my ego.”
“She’s gone,” I said. “And you’re with two guys who know a good thing when we see him. Stick around long enough until our third partner gets home, and he’ll slobber all over himself when he sees you.”
“You were serious? You’re in a three-way marriage; all guys?”
Kent guffawed. “DEFINITELY all of us are men!”
“Yes,” I told him. “Daniel isn’t technically our husband as Kent and I are married. But we brought him into our marriage and is a full partner.” Oh god I sounded like it was a business deal.
“WOW,” Blake said. “And is it true what … about gay men … and sex?”
“Well,” Kent said tentatively, “some things are and some things aren’t. Hard to answer that without being more specific.”
Blake laughed nervously. “Well you just blew me. Like just BLEW me after meeting for what five minutes?”
“Hopefully that’s not the end of it,” I said with a laugh. “That was supposed to be the pressure cooker round; the one that takes the pressure off so the next one you can enjoy more.”
“BRO! If I enjoyed that more my head might have exploded.”
“Okay if you want to take off now no worries Blake,” Kent said and started to get up.
“NO!” he shouted. “That’s not what I meant!”
We both laughed and Blake looked embarrassed. Then he smiled. “By the way. THANK YOU!”
We both chuckled. “Let us help you here,” I offered. “You don’t have to be grateful about sex with men; at least not gay men. It’s just sex. We all want it all the time. So it’s just something we do and enjoy and then move on to the next thing.”
Kent added with a wink, “Yeah often that next thing is the next round!”
Blake whistled. “WOW! That’s pretty amazing. And your third guy?”
“Daniel,” I filled-in.
“Yeah Daniel wouldn’t mind if he found out you sucked me off?”
“To reiterate,” Kent answered, “Hoping that’s not all we do. And yeah we’ll definitely tell Danny when he gets home, and he’ll think it’s fucking HOT. And be jealous he didn’t get that first megaload you had pent-up.”
“Bad-tasting and all?” Blake asked sheepishly.
“STRONG-tasting,” Kent corrected him.
“Manly,” I added.
Blake’s formidable pecs puffed and his dick drooled cock-snot. This was a man whose masculine ego could take some healthy boosting.
As if reading my thoughts Kent added, “And not for nothin’ dude but your body is SMOKIN’!”
Blake’s blush went all the way to his very pronounced Adonis belt! “From two built studs like you that’s an amazing compliment. I’ve spent a year getting my body from beach-passable to eye-catching; personal trainer and all. He deserves a fucking medal for what he’s led me through.”
“And he didn’t take care of your … problem?” I asked.
Blake threw his head back and laughed. His big Adam’s apple bounced forever. “Dude’s so straight he might break! Has four girls he does regularly and is nice but VERY firm in his rejections when any of the gay guys at the gym hit on him. And they fucking do; all the damn time!”
“Can I kiss you?” Kent asked out of the blue.
Blake looked startled and started to sputter.
Now what’s he up to, I wondered.
Kent leaned toward Blake and rubbed his leg and inner thigh gently; which got a moan from Blake who otherwise didn’t move. My husband said softly, “I think you’ve had your nuts backed-up but you’ve also been starved for intimacy. Someone who held you like Al did,” he cooed and took Blake’s big hairy balls and gently rolled them in his hand as he did. “Someone who kissed you and let you feel how much you’re wanted and how good it feels to be connected.” By the end he was whispering.
A few moments of silence and Blake finally said in a near whimper, “A long time,” and leaned forward but didn’t go all the way.
Kent used his other hand and rubbed the back of Blake’s neck and then brought his hand to Blake’s face and caressed it while looking intently at him even though our guest’s eyes had closed and he’d leaned his jaw into Kent’s touch. My husband closed the distance as he moved his hand down and around Blake’s shoulder to his back and I saw their lips touch and heard Blake actually whimper that time.
Then Blake’s arms came around Kent and in a flash they were sucking face and grunting. The kiss went from Kent leaning in to Blake pushing back and then they stood and ground their bodies together as they hungrily went at each other. And I sat and watched and let my hard-on drool.
When they broke the kiss Blake nearly shouted, “FUCK that was intense!” He looked at me. “Dude get the fuck up here and let me even up here.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice despite his misconception that there was any tally to balance. When I stood he pulled me in and attacked my mouth as he held me tight against him. He was a great kisser; that much was certain. And he held me like he was holding on for dear life. When Kent joined us after a much longer kiss than they’d had it was a free-for-all for a while.
We finally took a breather. Blake was flushed and panting and my leg had a river of his pre-cum down it. His groin and leg probably had the same from me. “Fuck dudes!” he panted. “Only in school did I ever kiss a dude; and it was nothing like that! Fuck my most passionate make-out sessions in my fuckin’ life were nothing like that!” Then he startled both of us by grabbing our hard-ons. “And we’re all fuckin’ GUYS!”
Kent dead-panned: “Not to be technical but TWO of us are FUCKING guys.”
Blake needed a beat and then laughed that hearty way he had earlier. “Well I’m still here!” he said with a sly smirk.
“Come on; let’s go inside,” I suggested then stopped. “Unless you’d like to enjoy the sweaty hot humid outdoors and have the pool man walk in on us.”
Blake’s brows shot up and he asked with a grin, “Is he hot too?”
“AS. FUCK!” Kent answered gravely.
Blake’s surprised look morphed into a laugh. “Wait. You mean … “
Kent looked at me, Blake’s interested gaze followed his, and I coyly said, “We don’t make a habit of spreading around anyone’s business. Particularly ‘straight’ men’s.” I air-quoted and grinned.
Blake looked from me to Kent and back twice and then said, “STUDS!” and again showed us his bushy pit as he put his hand in the air to high-five.
Kent again dead-panned, “We’ll see. If one of us gets your ass before today is over, THEN we’ll be the studs!”
He’d let go of Kent’s dick to set-up the high-five: he was still holding mine. He looked down after what Kent said and pulled his hand off mine. “Ummmmmm,” he said with obvious discomfort.
“We meant what we said,” Kent said quietly. “No pressure. You can leave whenever you want. You won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” He let that sit a minute. Then he added, “But if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to cum harder than you ever came in your life and to do it without your cock being pumped to make it happen … just build-up and being overtaken by the most intense pleasure you’ve ever had … “
“Bro!” he said hoarsely. “I’m not gay!” he then protested more clearly and loudly. But his cock was even harder again now than it had been earlier and was dripping fast and furiously again.
“We’re gay,” I said unnecessarily, “because we love each other; all three of us are in love. The sex is phenomenal. But if we weren’t in love and-or weren’t gay the sex would be phenomenal; because men know what it takes to please a man.”
Blake’s hand found my dick again; and I looked and saw he’d re-taken Kent’s as well. “That’s bold,” I said with a bit of a smirk.
He stroked me; just right. For a cut guy he knew his way around an uncut member. “Am I doing it good?” he asked anxiously.
Kent answered for me. “Your hand’s full of his pre, he’s rock-hard, and his breathing is getting shallow. You’re doing VERY well.”
“This isn’t about my relief,” I said when I focused on words and not the nerve endings in my dick. “You’re the man in need here Blake.” I reached for him and found his hard-as-pipe dick drooling as much or more than mine.
His breath caught when I touched him. When I moved my hands to his tight balls it was a gasp. “Easy,” he croaked-out. “Very gentle with my nuts!” he emphasized. I’d barely applied any pressure at all; I wondered how he’d feel with those over-laden tanks banging my taint while he fucked my hole.
Meanwhile his stroking of my slick-to-dripping pole was to the point of annoying; not nearly enough to get me off and more than medium-grade arousal making me need relief. I went back to his dick, got a bigger gasp from my tighter grip and stroke, and pulled myself out of his grip. “Take some of that dick-snot your hand is full of and get my hole ready for you to use.
“WHAT?” he nearly shrieked.
“My husband invited you to mount him and use his very talented butt-hole to drop your second load,” Kent said. I knew his choice of verbs and nouns was playing to the straight guy.
“I’ve never … “ he said. But his gaze was toward my ass; my seemingly FINE ass to hear my husband tell it. And if I’m honest the mirror confirms and so does the fit of my shorts and slacks in the rare occasions I wear them.
“It’s a damn fuckable hole,” Kent told him like a pimp hawking a whore.
“My wwwwife was a virgin when we met,” he stammered. Then he put his hand on my hairy bubble butt-cheek and squeezed and rubbed. “FUUUUCK dude!” he nearly moaned.
“So her cunt was tight that first time. How many times after?”
I felt him tense-up as his gooey fingers stopped moving.
“Yeah they get worn to saggy pretty easily if the woman doesn’t take care to keep it toned. That what happened?” Kent asked.
Suddenly Blake’s middle finger found my pucker and he circled it. And then again. He hadn’t applied any pressure. “Go ahead; it’s just wet but nothing to worry you,” I said trying to address what I guessed he might be worried about.
He did; and very gently too.
Most inexperienced straight guys think an anus is like a pussy and jam their finger in too roughly forgetting the difference in proportion; Blake gently pressed and circled until he slipped in without me really having to let him in. “Fuck you are wet inside!” he said. I didn’t tell him it was the remains of Kent’s two loads before tennis.
Instead I clenched on his finger. “Holy fuck!” he cried. “How the FUCK … I mean you take THAT?” he asked incredulously and pointed to Kent’s swinging hard-on. I held him tight inside me. “And you can … ?”
I unclenched and pushed back to take as much of his finger as I could get and then closed around him again. “Fuck ME!” he moaned.
“No, that would be FUCK ME!” I corrected him. “Here or inside?” It was an assumption.
There was an awkward moment. Then finally, “OH, do we fuck here or go inside … like where you have condoms and lube?” Blake asked.
“Dude we’re both clean and will show you our most recent test results from a week ago. And we’re on PrEP. What about you? Oh right; you’ve only been with your hand for a while,” Kent said.
“I actually do have results from about a month ago. When the bitch and her lawyer were dragging on the settlement my lawyer told me to get another full set of tests. I’d done that when I found out she was fucking the club pro. My lawyer wanted it ‘mentioned in passing’ that I was still getting tested to make sure she hadn’t given me anything. Which was impossible because it’s literally been years since we had sex. You want me to get my phone?”
“Would ya for chrissake shove this hat dick in me?” I answered and rubbed my ass against his hand. I also took a glob of my pre, reached around and found his dick, and slathered it as he shuddered behind me. “There; plenty of lube.”
“I don’t really know how … “
“Just fuck the hole,” Kent said with mock impatience.
“Like this?” he asked and shoved his blunt tip at my crack about an inch off-target.
I didn’t laugh. I flashed-back to the first time I was fucking a guy’s ass and remembered I didn’t want to look as a guy’s ass-hole and fumbled around until the guy grabbed my dick and guided me to his point of resistance and pushed back onto me. Oh that feeling of scorching heat and unbelievable tightness! So I reached around, took him in hand, guided the tip to my hole, and pushed back; hard. With a grunt from me his head breached me; just like I did so long before. In this case it was my sublime feeling of being filled; not so much if the stretch and challenge as when my husband’s monster dick breaches me.
“Holy fuck that’s tight!” he shouted as if he was surprised. To show him what tight really was I clenched as I moved back enough to take more and be sure my hole’s grip didn’t expel him. “Ohhhhhhhhh mygod!” he gasped.
I moved back more and apparently broke him out of his trance; he started pumping out and into me when my hairy ass first met his thighs and groin. It was halting at first but soon he has a grip on my waist and was driving into me with constant even strokes. The thing was the curve of him had his head NAILING my prostate and pushing me along in a way that made me worried I’d blast any minute.
“Jesus fuck I won’t last long you’re so fuckin’ tight. I’m gonna fuckin’ blow any minute I’m so fuckin’ close in this tight hole of yours.”
Kent leaned forward and kissed me hard and didn’t stop. My balls boiled. My clenching on Blake every withdrawal got him yowling and his thrusts more powerful into me got me moaning into my husband’s mouth as we made-out.
“Can I really cum in you bro?” he panted. That ‘bro’ set-off the explosion inside me; I started tensing, clenching him harder, feeling him work harder to pound into me against the resistance of my tight ass muscles.
Then Kent said, “DO IT!” and we both went off.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK here I go!” I shouted.
“Nnnnnnnngggghhhhhhhhhh!” he grunted and shoved himself out of rhythm a few last times until I felt the familiar flood and feel of his hard-on flexing in me as he unloaded.
“Fuckin’ FLOOD that hole!” I cried as I began blasting my own across the lounge cushion.
Kent caught my shooting tip in his hand and filled his palm to overflow and then brought it up and shoved it into Blake’s face and smeared it. He was still grunting and deep inside me and spasming and shouting. He flinched but didn’t pull back avoid Kent wiping my heavy cum-load all over his face; he was still spasming from the sensitivity of being inside me as I clenched and held him there.
Then it changed in a moment. “THE FUCK BRO!” he protested and suddenly tried to pull away.
“This is what you did. Smell it. Be proud of it. Taste it; nobody will know.”
My neck was hurting, so I’d turned back forward and hung my head as I came down and couldn’t tell if Kent’s, “That’s it.” and Blake’s groan and subsequent “Not as bad as I’d thought.” referred to smelling or tasting or both.
Kent’s arm was still out and the. I heard him, “You missed some on my palm there.”
I craned my neck again despite the pang in my damaged vertebra that had me at times feeling it and sure enough Blake was licking my cum off Kent’s palm. “Whoa! Convert?” I said and gently eased myself off our guest’s impaler.
He was still hard, too! And he had my cum all over his face. When he finished the licking off Kent’s hand he said, “So much better tasting than I thought. Converted to tight man-cunt? Ummmmmm possibly? Fuck I dunno! That felt amazing; that feeling of the nutting like you described Kent. Now I know what you meant; I’ve never cum that hard in my life! And damn dude my dick did THAT to you?” He pointed randomly at my cum-trail on the lounge.
Kent corrected him. “I was describing the climax a bottom feels when a stud like you fucks it out of him; he doesn’t have to jack his cock but just enjoys being brought off and goes into sub-space. I was still buzzed and just nodded my head; still in that space partly.
Then he pointed to Kent’s hard-on and asked, “You gonna get yours?”
Kent looked blasé. He glanced at the clock on the lanai wall and said, “Daniel should be home any time; I might save it for him.”
Blake looked worried. “I should go before he gets home; I don’t want to be the cause of any trouble.”
Kent and I both had the same idea and said, “NO. You should stay.” Then I added, “Do you have somewhere to be?”
He looked momentarily less happy than he’d been while riding his endorphin high. “My empty rented townhouse in City Meeting Center” he said. “And your Daniel really won’t mind?”
“Stay,” Kent urged. “A few years worth of no sex other than your own hand might take all three of us to catch you up.”
”And between Kent and Daniel they make amazing grilled steak dinners on Fridays,” I added. “And really Blake; Daniel will be hot and NOT bothered one bit by us having fucked the afternoon away with a stud like you.”
Blake’s impressive chest did that puffing thing again. “Really strange to know what it’s like to FEEL like a stud. I guess I always wondered.” Then that sudden stricken face again. “I don’t mean to sound like some douche. I mean I just … “
“Blake relax dude!” Kent said very firmly. “You’re feeling what a man SHOULD feel after being denied a fundamental of your masculinity all this time.” He reached over and hefted Blake’s still-mostly-hard dick. “Look at you; still up for it! You ARE a stud man. Enjoy it! That’s what men do.”
“About staying for dinner?” I asked.
Blake looked undecided but only for a moment. Then he smiled. “I’m just trying to decide if the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had are the biggest draw or if steak which I only have once a month and haven’t had yet in August is the biggest draw.” We all had a good laugh at that.
”Great!” I concluded. “It’s decided then. Just to warn you we might make a not-so-subtle attempt to keep you all weekend and take turns being each others’ sex slaves given it looks like we really do have a ways to go to clear your sex deficit.”
Blake’s smile turned down again.
I ignored the chimes on both Kent’s and my watches; the driveway alert and garage door alert. Daniel was home.
”Too gay?” I asked Blake. Kent shot me a warning look.
”No,” Blake started slow and gravelly, “it’s just,” another pause “okay I’m just going to say it and hope that blowing my wad down your throat and up your … “
”Grateful ass? Is that the term you’re looking for?” I asked. Kent shot me an approving look that time.
Blake took a deep breath and then shot out words rapidly. “It’s like … we just fucked and now we’re talking and you’re inviting me to dinner … “
”Which I believe the record will show you accepted,” I cut him off.
”YES! And THANK YOU for that … TOO!” he said almost pleadingly. “But do you know that the entire time my wife and I were together she INDULGED my sex drive? It was never a part of US like well like the movies and books where couples are crazy for each other’s bodies. It was something she did FOR me. And then I was made to feel like I should be grateful. And here we are now. And sure you guys have dicks and asses not pussies but you were into it; into sex with me.”
“ARE into you Blake,” I corrected him. “As a stud and as a guy to hang-out with and get to know. And then fuck some more!” I grinned at him and so did Kent.
“And so that brings two conflicting emotions: gratitude and also a foreboding because I feel by staying I’ll have more astronomically amazing sex and then I’ll need to make it up to you. And I know that would most logically mean my ass … “
Blake’s unhinged continuation was interrupted by Daniel’s emergence from our bedroom French doors. Stark naked as we always are at home his magnificent honed Aussie beach-boy body was stunning in the late afternoon sun as it made his full-body coat of fine blond fur glow. “Oy!” he called and if we hadn’t all spied him that would have distracted us. “What’s this about your bum; which I will say if it’s anything like what I’m seeing if the rest of you is worth attempting to get at! And astrophysical sex; which I know my two men deliver with reliability.”
Daniel put an arm around each of us and kissed each of us. “Can I kiss the new bloke? And do I get to choose where?”
What happened next surprised me more than any of the unexpected things that had happened since we went to the club-house veranda. Blake stepped up and kissed Daniel; full-on mouth, full tongue, and not quickly. Kent and I looked around their conjoined heads with equal parts surprise and amusement.
”KRIKEY! This bloke can really give a pash!” Daniel exclaimed all flushed and breathy when they broke.
Blake was panting. “I. Hope. That’s. Good? That’s my. Third. Guy-kiss ever.”
”See?” I said with a grin. “Spend more time with us and you’ll not only make up for lost sexual time and have that man-plumbing fully flowing again but you’ll also learn Australian.” As an afterthought I threw in, “Yes it’s very good!”
”Bros! If anyone had ever told me that … “ he gestured to us and to his dick and blushed, “THIS could be this good with a guy I’d have called you a wacko homo!” Then he instantly recoiled and his face screwed-up. “OH FUCK! FUCK my mouth! I’m so fuckin’ sorry I said that.”
“I can think of a few things more that mouth could do,” Daniel said with a smirk! He turned to Kent and to me in turn. “Can we keep him Daddy? Can we?”
Kent slapped Blake’s bubble butt; hard. He yipped cutely. “That’s for the slip of the tongue. You’ll get past that broey shit if we have to fuck it out of you.”
When Blake looked terrified Kent caught him around the shoulders and pulled him against him. “We told ya dude; you won’t do anything you don’t want to. But the day is young and you’ve already kissed guys, been sucked-off by a guy, fucked a guy, handled two guys’ dicks … ” he said with a wicked wink.
“Krikey!” Daniel exclaimed again and stroked his lengthened dick and leered. “I’ve got some catch-up to get into this scrum.” He waved his hard-on lewdly at Blake.
Blake’s eyes widened and then he grinned. “I don’t know I’m ready for THAT; the taking it up my butt. But an hour and a half ago I wasn’t ready to get off with a bloke much less to suck face with one! So who the fuck knows what the fuck will happen?”
And a lot more happened that night!
To get in touch with the author, send them an email.
