Corey’s Farewell Gang-Fuck
“Awwwwwwww FUUUUUUCK!” the strawberry-blond grad student shouted as Daniel grunted and unloaded in him. “I’m SO gonna fuckin’ miss this!” the college jock growled.
“Your folks are just moving down the street Corey! You could walk here from the new place to get that nasty cunt of yours filled,” Kent said with a bored tone. “Or you can drive here from your apartment any time.”
“Crikey!” Daniel exclaimed when he pulled off him and flopped down on the bed against me and our next-door neighbors’ son.
“Is that good?” Corey asked our bitch-boy jokingly.
Daniel laughed. “You all three really make me work for it!”
It was true; Corey was no passive bottom who took it as his top gave it. No; Corey was a challenging demanding bottom and made the top do all the work and taunted him all the way. And we three and the bottom slut all loved it just that way.
And the evidence was the heat that radiated off his searing skin pressed against me and the sweat puddling where our bodies met. “Suck our boy clean and get that hole in the air for me,” I ordered him.
Corey energetically got to his knees on the bed and bent over Daniel’s softening slimy dick while I left the bed, went around the side where Corey’s jock-strapped butt was in the air, and rubbed my wet dick-knob in his cummy crack and pushed against his hole. It still had resistance; it was gaped some from Daniel’s much more slender member and hadn’t slacked open enough for my thick dick-knob and shaft.
“Fuck yeah Mr. S. Do me! Fuck me hard like a daddy should fuck his boy-slut!”
“What the bloomin’ frig do you call the pounding I just gave you?” Daniel asked as he gasped when the dick whore swallowed him.
I pushed into him fast and hard right then; and he cried out around Daniel’s soft dick, “MUTHA FUUUUU … !”
“You want me to go easy on you Sawyer?” I asked holding mid-thrust.
“God no!” was his immediate gasped answer. “FUCK me daddy!”
“Sluts can take it,” Kent taunted him. “Sluts like Corey crave it; they NEED cock to keep them alive!” Kent joined in the taunting. “Finish cleaning Danny’s milky-white cock of your cunt-slime and open wide for me.” Kent was moving into position to face-fuck our neighbor; his humongous dick jutted toward Corey’s face menacingly.
Corey and his undergrad varsity teammate had come onto Kent and me some time ago; three years before if memory serves. The very tiny exposure of our pool area to the very corner of our next-door neighbor’s lot found the two of them sneaking a joint when they heard Kent fucking me in our pool. There was at that time literally a three-foot exposure from their lot into ours at the gate that leads down to the lake and the boys got themselves where they could see the action; then they brazenly joined us.
After that first fuck-fest with his even hotter teammate Corey had declared himself ours. He would text us and ask permission to be fucked or to suck guys off; to this day he maintained that ritual. To be honest it was fun for a while and then became a bit boring. Even the photos of his swollen ass-ring and the studs who had made it that way were a bit … passé.
When Daniel came into our lives we told Corey he had additional owner; we thought it might put an end to that conceptual ownership. Instead the neighbor boy had started grad school by then and drove the distance to present his holes to Daniel; and the foursome was codified. The two of them newly discovering Corey’s slutty kinks had renewed the novelty of it for us.
I won’t go into detail about Corey’s dad noticing his son’s car in our driveway that first time and confronting us about “corn-holing” his son. It was I who was home when he did that the following day; ant least he waited until we weren’t balls-deep in his boy. I kept my cool during the confrontation and suggested that he take the matter up with his adult son. Kent was livid later when he returned from Lowe’s and heard what happened. “The fucker probably just wants his pathetic little prick sucked!” Sadly it was true; we’d seen him in the country club locker room several times and he was pathetically under-endowed.
Corey’s mom caught me one day during what I found out was her return home from chemotherapy; I hadn’t known she was ill and I was very sorry for her battle. She was stoic about her cancer but she was philosophical about her son. “So Corey’s a faggot; no offense. He likes men like his mama likes men; that’s why we split-up and divorced for a while when the kids were young. Problem was we loved each other; solution was an understanding. But unlike his mama he’s got two handsome bucks; I’ve got Garrett and keep my husband with his under-sized needs happy too! Everyone’s happy!” WOW, I thought at the time and didn’t comment.
They’d rented that house for three years after selling theirs at the top of the market; her husband wisely cashed-out and waited-out the market’s down-turn. Their landlord is a vulture realtor who’d bought the place and everything in it from our first neighbor; elderly and near death her son had finally taken her home with him to some other state. Our neighbors had just bought a house on the other less-desirable side of the country club; it needed updating throughout and combined with the area’s lesser appeal was bargain-priced. And they were just under the capital gains reinvestment deadline. The vulture realtor stood to make a nice profit on the place next-door now after stealing it from the sick widow. After all those musings as I plowed her so I wondered if Corey’s mom still got her satisfaction from her husband’s painfully-divorced alcoholic best friend.
Side-bar: I’m happy to say that Corey’s mom’s treatments got her well; she’s been cancer-free for over a year and some months now.
Corey was choking from a vicious skull-fucking by my husband who was laying on his back as I railed Corey from behind. Daniel was behind me by then doing his best to eat my ass and play with my swinging slapping balls as I fucked the stuffing out of the slut.
“Ohhhhhh Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Kent bellowed. “Fuckin’ take that nut!” he shouted and clamped his hands on Corey’s head and shoved the boy’s cute face into his pubes.
Corey’s channel spasmed hard around my thick rod as his body fought to deal with Kent’s huge knob halfway down his throat spurting what always felt like a gallon of thick hot cum. Daniel gave my balls another healthy yank and as my husband was still grunting out his load I shouted and began to blow my own wad up Corey’s other end.
“FUCK YEAH! Nnnnnnngh. FUCK!”
“Bonzo daddy! Give it to him; pump your spunk in him with mine!” I didn’t need to be told; I couldn’t have stopped as I pumped blast after blast into our neighbor’s son’s bubble butt.
Kent let Corey free of his dick and Corey pulled off inch after inch and sucked in breaths; he gasped and coughed when his mouth was empty. “See what I mean? Cock whores NEED cock! When it’s gone they go through withdrawals.”
Corey fell forward onto his own mess of sprayed cum on the bed with his chest resting on Kent’s long legs; and he abruptly pulled off me causing my slimy pole to recoil and fling a gob of cum that came out with my head popping free of his now-gaped hole. “Impressive!” Kent said with a smile.
“Probably more Daniel’s than mine,” I said.
“Al I felt you spoofing up his clacker and I was jealous of how much that bonza tochley of yours was pumping,” Daniel said.
I felt myself blush as I mentally translated the Aussie slang we were being accustomed to. The blush was from admiration of my virility; it has that effect on me. “Come here!” I said to our boy and kissed him hard.
The kiss re-energized his own dick. I pulled away and looked down at his pretty dick. Corey looked back over his shoulder too. “Unload in me again?” he asked.
Daniel laughed. “Right kind offer.” He looked at us. “One of you bugger me while I bugger him?”
“Don’t look at me; I just blew my wad,” I told him with a smile. “And from what you said about how much I pumped that might have drawn-down on tomorrow’s too.”
“Awww get on with ya!” Daniel teased me. “I know what it takes to motivate Al Junior.” And to prove it he took a grip on my sac and gave my balls a healthy squeeze.
I’m one of those guys whose nipples are sensitive and responsive; but you work my balls and I go wild. And true to his claim Daniel’s rolling and rubbing and squeezing of my balls had my dick growing again. “Fuck Daniel!” I moaned.
“That’s my request; fuck Daniel!” he said with a laugh.
“By the time you’re done in him I’ll be ready again too,” Kent said. “I’m laying this one out and you bitches can fight over my throbbing rod at the end of the next round!”
“Fuckin’ right we will. And who’s keeping tally? The lad’s had more than me,” Daniel observed. “But I’m ready. Get on your back slag!” he ordered Corey.
Corey knew Daniel was talking to him but played dumb. “This Australian English is way beyond me. You talkin’ to me?”
Daniel surprised me by grabbing Corey by the legs and flipping him over onto his back in a blur of motion. He was on his knees over him and pushing his raging-again dick against him before the blur slowed. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Corey reacted with a wide grin.
Daniel shoved in without hesitation. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Corey yelled louder than the squishing that came from his jock-hole.
Daniel looked determined. “What you asked for mate,” he said as he began pounding the neighbor boy soundly.
Cum began frothing at the slut’s slackened butt-lips and dripping down his muscular hamstrings. “Fuck yeah! Keep pounding my pussy!” Corey was pleading in no time flat.
I took my cue to not waste time and got behind Daniel; my dick was raging but I had no idea if I could actually cum again. When I maneuvered in to where my dick was close to Daniel’s bubble butt thrusting and pulling out our boy stopped for long enough for me to stretch and fill him. “Riiiiiiiiiiiight,” he moaned when I was balls-deep in his cummy hole. Then he thrusted roughly back into Corey who moaned appreciatively.
Our relative differences in length meant that Daniel was long-dicking the college stud’s chute nearly to pulling out completely but I had nearly half of me still in Daniel when he bottomed-out. The good thing was his very well-trained muscles that were working my fat dick like a milking machine.
Kent sprawled across the other side of the bed with his right arm up and his right hand behind his head; he was clearly enjoying the show. My eyes craved his bushy sweaty pit and I deeply inhaled of the sex-saturated atmosphere in our room. Pure testosterone and cum; the sweat and pheromones so thick it made my head spin and my balls boil. Maybe I would cum again.
Kent had a puddle on his mid-torso from his monster dick drooling pre like it hadn’t just shot an epic wad minutes before. I salivated for it and changed our rhythm so that I was slamming Daniel’s ass too now. It wasn’t an easy rhythm to maintain while he was pounding the college pussy energetically but my drive was staunchly determined.
When Kent finally brought his big left paw to his raging drooling monster dick he had his eyes locked with mine. Then he grinned at me as he slowly gave himself a LONG stroke, puddled a healthy glob of his goo at the ample pinched skin over his slit, pulled his thumb and index finger up to where the glob was to transfer it onto them, and, with painful slowness brought it to his lips. He moaned a long deep sigh as his tongue scooped his emission off his fingers and he closed his lips savoring it. All the while he had never broken eye contact with me.
I slammed into Daniel harder and faster without regard for his pace reaming Corey and felt my balls suddenly on the verge of exploding again; more from my husband’s incitement than from the hole milking me.
“Fuck me Al; you’re almost there,” our boy encouraged me as he briefly was shoved balls-deep into the visitor. “So fuckin’ thick; slam it in! Spoof my arse full!”
And with a long cry and a sensation like my balls were in a sadist’s grip I let it flow. “GODDDDDDDDDDDD! Nnnnnnnngh! Nnnnngh!” I groaned as the rhythmic pumping renewed my balls’ sharp pain of the most recent release.
“Fuck! My turn. Arrrrrrrrrrrrr fuuuuuuuck!” Daniel yelled as I was near to emptied and his hole spasmed around me through his own climax.
“Fill me up again you fucker!” Corey yelled.
I could feel Daniel pumping-out; my dick was suddenly mega-sensitive and I howled. Kent’s evil grin changed to concern but his eyes never left mine as I pulled back suddenly and stumbled backward several steps after my fat dick-knob broke free of Daniel’s spasming hole.
“Bugger!” he shouted. “Bloody oath that wonger feels like a fist ripping out my arse when you’ve just spoofed!”
I was sagged against the wall probably sweating on the paint irreparably I thought but couldn’t yet move. I was heaving as I tried to control my breathing and calm my racing heart. How the fuck Kent can do that to me! All these years in, I thought to myself with gratitude.
“Who’s taking my load? Come on; climb on!” Kent offered.
Daniel caused Corey to yelp like I had when he roughly pulled-out. Both of them called claim and were scrambling to get to him but I beat them both; in a flash I was around the big bed, on it, and shoving my hole down around his huge flared knob.
“I’m close from watching all of you shoot!” Kent warned.
Daniel had scrambled over Corey and got his mouth under me to where Kent was entering me. My eyes flew open wider when his tongue lapped against my stretched ring and Kent’s did the same; I knew he was licking his shaft too. We both moaned as I ground down onto him and Corey looked wanting for something to do.
“Come over here!” Kent ordered. When Corey obeyed Kent grabbed him by his dripping hard-on and pulled him to his mouth. “Oh Mister S!” he gasped as my husband gulped.
“Got more in you college stud?” I asked him and slapped his bubble butt hard.
Daniel’s voice muffled by my butt and Kent’s shaft: “I should get that.”
“You just stay right where you are!” I shouted and milked my husband and ground down to get even more of him inside me.
I leaned forward and kissed Kent and licked Corey’s dick and that pulled him over the edge. With a gutteral groan around Corey’s hard-on he began a series of grunts as the familiar added proportions confirmed he was about to blow his wad. Then it was those grunts into my mouth as we kissed without Corey’s dick and he shot wad after wad on our faces. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” he groaned
The familiar heat of Kent’s load flooding me and his epic dick stretching my channel to its capacity, his mouth hungrily sucking mine, and Corey’s cum coating my face and beginning to drip was over my capacity. I slumped fully onto Kent whose strong sweaty arms held my sweaty body tight against him.
Corey shook his dick and a last blob of his cum splatted on my temple. “FUCK DADDIES!” he gasped. “That’ll last me!”
I laughed in the puddle of sweat my face was resting in at my husband’s neck. “AT least until you see a male on your way back to your folks!”
I heard and felt Daniel laughing; his breath on my ass and his head shaking. “Al makes a point!”
We all laughed. And stirred. Kent suggested we shower off and hit the pool; Corey had his phone in his hand and said his dad was blowing-up his phone wondering where he was and wanting to get on the moving. Daniel said he should tell him where he was and invite him to join us. And we all laughed again and started disentangling and leaving the bed.
“You were right,” Corey said absently and we all three looked at each other and struggled for context. “I can drive here from my apartment; I’d take my roommate’s car so my parents wouldn’t know I’m here.”
As it should be we laughed harder as we left our disheveled bed and went to check on our pup who’d been disconcertingly quiet while we gang-banged the neighbor’s son.
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