Afternoon Delight

My husband Kent and I enjoyed the view of the two young jocks’ bodies. Watching their lean muscular bodies as they bounded over the five-foot fence between our properties, naked, dicks and balls swinging. Bounding up and then Glenn our neighbor’s fuck-buddy stopping short when our best friend and four-legged watchdog checked them out and quickly bored and returned inside. The two college boys’ bodies in all their athletic musculature before they dove into the pool to join us.

We had watched the visitor rail the neighbor boy good and hard at the back corner of the neighbors’ house. When Corey, the recent college grad who is the resident saw us watching he took care to give us a great show. Kent railed me while we watched each other so we were all “even” when Corey’s and my butts were filled. In a surprising move Glenn the visiting top had called across and had “gifted” Corey’s ass to us for use.

After they dove in and were swimming the length of our pool to get to where we were cooling-off we watched their bodies even wetter as they moved. My husband is more than 15 years their senior but not much more; and gazing at his body makes me every bit as hard and hot as watching the two young studs approaching.

“Man this feels good after all that sweat we built up!” Glenn said over the splashing as they neared. “Hope you don’t mind our sweat now in your pool. I promise not to piss in it!” he added with a laugh.

“Bro that’s gross!” Corey, our recent college grad next-door neighbor admonished and shoved his fuck-buddy.

“Says the dude whose butt is leaking my jism out his stretched hole into their pool water.” Then the neighbor’s jock bud turned and said somewhat formally looking first at Kent and then at me directly, “By the way, sirs, I’m Glenn Price. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” He even stretched out his hand to shake and wavered in decision of which of us to reach out to. “Which one of you is ‘Mr. S.’?”

“That would be both of us,” I answered with a chuckle as I shook his hand. “I’m Al and this stud is my husband Kent.”

“Mmmm mmmm yes he is!” Glenn said leering at my husband.

Corey looked at me. “Mr. S. you two dudes are both studs man! I mean I’d seen you in your shorts and t-shirts; but dudes, you’re both built! And Mr. S.,,” he said turning to Kent, you throw a fine fuck!” To me then he reached out and grasped my shoulder. “Nice!“ He felt-along my arm and triceps and then ran his hand along my pec and over my hardening nipple. “Fuckin’ hot daddy!”

Glenn playfully slapped the side of Corey’s head with a big hand. “Don’t paw our hosts! You’re the rich boy, and this poor black welfare case has to teach you manners?”

“Dude, seriously?” Corey retorted with true exasperation and shucked his head away from Glenn’s reach without breaking contact with me. “Give it a rest Glenn would ya?” It was an interesting dynamic. In our city in the deep south the undertones of Glenn’s comment might be very deep. But why ruin the playful mood? We could analyze motives later.

Corey hadn’t taken his hand off me. I felt his hand slide over my pec again and to the top end of my very prominent scar that ran the length of my torso. I looked down at his hand, and he stopped with his fingertips no more than an eighth of an inch from the unsightly blemish where cardiac surgeons had cut me open not once, not twice, but three times two years before. “Go ahead if you want to,” I encouraged him.

“He obviously had open-heart surgery bro. Maybe it’s kinda buzzkill to be fondling his scar!” Glenn again admonished his buddy; the same buddy he’d just railed within an inch of his life while we watched. Interesting dynamic for sure.

“It’s fine I reassured him. History now.” I could feel Kent tense beside me. Our accident and my injuries and recovery had taken its toll on him. If not for some priceless friends who took him in when he was alone and couldn’t visit me in the hospital because of COVID and if not for their help in arranging the right specialists …

Kent squeezed my arm under the water. He’d felt me tense too I realized.

“Musta been pretty dark times” Corey said reverently while he ran his fingertips down the trail of mangled scar tissue.

“Saved my life,” I said simply.

To break the mood I reached down and grabbed his formidable bubble butt-cheek; it caused him to gasp with delight. My middle finger found his gooey hole, and then he Corey uttered something like a surprised moan.

Kent and Glenn knew exactly what I’d grabbed. “Your turn,” Glenn said; and Corey moaned again at the thought while my long finger probed him.

I looked Glenn square on and told him, “And Kent is going to take his turn with you!”

Glenn looked shocked then to Kent and back to me. “Wha— uh no I don’t roll like that. Besides dude your husband is as big as me; no way I’m—“

Corey broke in. “He’s a total pussy when it comes to taking dick. He can dish it out but can’t take it. When he does take it because he loses a bet or something—“

“Bro rarely!” Glenn cut in.

“He cries like a girl! Like a catholic school virgin,” Corey continued undaunted.

By then Kent had gotten off the built-in underwater seat where we’d been and had one hand on Glenn’s pec tweaking his nipple sharply and slipped his other hand down obviously to Glenn’s even more formidable bubble butt.

Kent spoke in a soothing but very deep tone. I call it his weirding voice like in Dune. “My bet is that our quarterback here is really a tight end inside him. My bet is he’d like someone else to call the play.”

As he spoke it was obvious his hands were giving Glenn some things to think about. His head was lolling back some and his eyes were hooded. He even moaned softly from time to time.

Corey took hold of my cock which broke my attentive enjoyment of watching my husband. I returned to focusing on his puffy hole now with two fingers much to his appreciation. “Mmmmmm Mr.S. You gonna cash-in on the gift Glenn gave you and fuck my boy-hole?”

I pushed-in another finger and he groaned. Glenn was in the same state obviously nearing submission to Kent. Corey had stroked me fully raging hard; not difficult from as horned as I was already just being in tactile contact with this college jock.

Glenn was the taller of the two; but Corey wasn’t too short. About five-nine is my guess, and nothing but lean muscle on him. Very light skin at his groin and butt-cheeks belied the decently-dark summer tan he usually saw when Corey was riding his bike or skateboarding or going from his car to their house next door. He had a very obvious eight-pack though neither it nor his other muscles were as big or developed as Glenn’s. Nice shoulders and legs too; guess I’d never perved on our neighbors’ son before. Good going, Al, I commended myself.

Where young Corey was a work of art Glenn was a masterpiece. Pumped pecs, ‘ceps, traps, lats, and everything else. Taller by a few inches, more handsome than Corey’s cuteness; an intensity to him that I thought might be borne of his life journey which he’d intimated was tougher than Corey’s. Or mine had been for that matter; but Kent’s trumped all of ours.

I turned my mind away from that dark path down the unsavory memories Kent had shared with me; he’d survived it through a lot of self-preservation and a little help and now was just another suburban guy living his life. At the moment he was up sitting on the edge of the pool deck with his hands firmly maneuvering Glenn’s head between his legs. “That’s it.” he encouraged while Glenn struggled being held balls deep swallowing my husbands fat long cock.

“Fuck that’s hot!” Corey exclaimed close to my ear.

I was enjoying my hands on and in him, the feel of his hard-on grinding into my thigh, and his hands a bit clumsily working over my bone and nuts. I moved my hand on his front and took a grip on his balls. He tensed and sucked in a sharp breath. “Relax boy,” I reassured him. “I’ve got my own so I know what to do and what not to do.” As I said it he relaxed and I began rolling his boys and gently applying pressure and tugged them some. He moaned. “Oh man Mr. S. I never knew—“

“OH FUCK YES!” Glenn spat out when Kent let him go to pull off, gasp, and choke. “I fuckin’ did that!” the jock proclaimed as proud as if he’d thrown the winning pass.

Kent’s cock is formidable; technically bigger than Glenn’s, but we never corrected him on that.

“Not yet you haven’t,” Kent challenged him and spun him around and against the edge after hopping off the deck back into the pool.

“Dude, you’re bigger than I am!” Guess he’s figured it out on his own. “No way my tiny hole will take that!” the boy protested.

“HA! Serves that macho fucker right. He takes any guy’s hole he wants. Now he’ll know what it feels like to have a space missile coring him out. Oooooh man Mr. S. I might blow a wad just from the way you’re doing my nuts and fingering me.”

This one was a talker. I like dirty talk as much as the next guy. But guys who need to fill space with all their thoughts or worse just fill the space with words not so much.

I couldn’t see Kent entering Glenn but I could see and hear the effects of him close against Glenn’s back and obviously opening him with his fingers. “See how easy I open up your jock pussy?” Kent taunted him. “You know how it works. You do it all the time.”

All that came from Glenn were moans and undulations of his formidable musculature while he held tight to the pool’s edge. Kent realigned and I knew it was time. “Go easy man. Seriously for a white man you’ve got it goin’ on down there!”

I stifled a laugh and inadvertently gave Corey’s tight sac a yank. “Ohhhhh!” he gasped with alarm but then moderated it into a long, “Mmmmmmmmm!” just as Glenn started to cry out a little.

“Push out and take it!” Kent snapped at him sharply. I thought he sounded like a coach giving a young jock some sharp direction on his technique. Kent has this amazing way of reaching whomever he’s communicating with; meeting them where they are.

“Oh god oh god I can’t!” Glenn protested and panted.

“You are,” Kent said now with a soothing way. “Relax. I’ll give you a minute.”

“Fuck that’s hot! Fuck ME, Mr. S!”

In response I pulled him around by his nuts and my bowling ball grip on his hole. I shoved him against the edge of the pool deck next to Glenn and came up hard behind him; replaced my fingers with my cock head and SHOVED inside him.

“Aaaaaaaack!” the kid screamed a little over-dramatically. And much too loud with his parents next-door even so they couldn’t see into our pool to see me inpaling their scion with my fuck-ready weapon. After all; I knew what he’d taken less than half an hour before and how stretched his hole is. I’m not small or even average but I’m not big either; so the shriek was more demonstrative than involuntary.

“There it is,” Kent’s soothing voice continued. “Your jock-pussy is going to love this. See how you’re opening up for me?” he cooed and moved some more.

“FUCK!” Glenn hissed as Kent was pushing into him. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

The coach voice returned; maybe it was the weirding voice. “Don’t be a pussy. I’m about to make you sing a different tune!”

And just as he said, he shoved upward, Glenn first clenched his eyes shut, then flung them open and cried-out a long celebratory note. “The fuck is that?!? Holy shit you’re ripping me open but you can make me feel THAT? Do it again man!”

I had Kent past the dramatics and just turning-out the stream of “Oh Mr. S!” and worse the “Yeah daddy! Fuck your boy!” and the like that came from him unendingly. I just pumped into his hot pre-slicked boy-pussy; the feel of his muscular back and bubble butt against my pecs, abs, and groin was pretty fucking hot! Likewise I enjoyed the sight of my big-dicked husband showing his own jock-boy what was what.

Glenn was moaning and pushing back into Kent’s thrusts; obviously really into it. Few words but rippling traps and shoulder rolls and biceps and triceps while he pumped that college jock ass showed how his body was enjoying it.

“See now what you’ve been missing?” Kent taunted him.

To Glenn’s credit he demanded, “Just keep doing it man!”

Kent stopped abruptly; Glenn moaned with desire. “You do it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me you want it.”

With a growl of determination and flexing muscles to improve his leverage in the water Glenn went to town. He fucked himself back hard and fast and ground and gyrated on Kent in full-blown Showgirls* mode and groaned and growled and moaned until Kent actually guffawed. “You go Glenn!” He was leaning his shoulders and chest back with his lower torso jutted forward as the jock went at it using his big dick as his personal joystick ride.

“Fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!” Glenn suddenly began chanting. “Yeah I FEEL you getting— OH FUCK!”

I kept driving into my constantly-exclaiming jock-boy while we both watched Kent’s muscular body tense and Glenn’s muscles flex and clench in contrast as he went wilder and then shouted out. He was obviously cumming; so was Kent. Which set me off. “Want me to pull out?” I gasped quickly polite host that I am.

Corey clenched around my dick and yelled, “No fuckin’ way you’re not filling me up Daddy!”

And just like that I was filling him and hearing his encouragement and then could tel from his rectum clenching me that he was letting loose his own.

“FUCK MAN that stings!” Glenn shouted when Kent roughly dismounted.

Kent just laughed and dunked himself underwater then sprung up shaking his head vigorously and spraying all of us. Then he stepped over and pulled me into a full-on kiss while I was softening inside of Corey.

“Oh sure!” Glenn pretended to be indignant. “I get my ass torn-up and the white man gets the kiss.” He scoffed and continued. “Serves you right my wrecked butt is probably leaking about a gallon of white baby batter into your shiny pool here!”

The same ripple of discomfort I felt before at Glenn’s comments being a little too pointed went through me again. No discomfort for Kent apparently. He disengaged long enough to turn to Glenn. “No worries. Our pool man comes today.” Then he kissed me again and threw himself away and swam underwater.

“Why do ya always have to be such a dick?” Corey asked Glenn petulantly.

Glenn softened the angry look which I realized was part of what had made me uncomfortable. He had looked actually angry not playful or sarcastic. But now he was the playful jock again. He locked an arm around Corey and pulled him in tight. “You love my big black dick!” he teased. “You know you do.”

“Maybe,” Corey pouted. But seriously dude you can be a total dickwad sometimes. “Buzzkill.”

Glenn looked a little wounded at the over-emphasis. “Sorry,” he said looking down at the water.

About then Sasha came bounding through the open doors to our bedroom and shot toward the far door to the screen. From Kent at that end of the pool: “And on cue, the pool man is here just like I said.” He turned away from us as our regular pool man got to the door. “Hey Buck.”

“Hey Sasha buddy!” Buck called to Sasha first. “Hey Mr. S.” he said to Kent who was clearly second to our exuberant pooch. “You know I have to greet my best buddy here first.” A wild tangle of our ecstatic Husky and our pool man didn’t stop him from calling out in my direction, “Hey Mr. S. Hey boys. You visiting?”

“This is awkward,” Corey mumbled loud enough for Glenn and me to hear.

Glenn gave him a shake. “Man up! He’s obviously not shocked by a pool full of naked guys; even with a darker one in the—“ He stopped himself. “Let me rewind. Habit. Sorry.” He said that last part just loud enough for us and it seemed like Buck hadn’t noticed any of it. Until he finished with Sasha and headed around toward one of the skimmers.

“You’d be surprised what I see going to fifteen or twenty pools a day.” He laughed.

Corey: “You’d have been surprised a few minutes earlier.”

Buck laughed deeply which made Sasha, trailing him, exuberant again. “First no I really wouldn’t. Not much surprises an old squid like me. And second just how do you know I didn’t hang out over there and watch the goings-on? Get some pointers from Mr. and Mr. S. here?” Which clearly suggested that he had and knew who had done whom; or maybe I was reading in too much.

Corey looked stricken at the thought. Kent had swam back and had his elbow over my shoulder. “Because our early warning system hadn’t gone off,” he told Buck and shot a look toward our Sasha who was doing his best to get Buck’s attention again. Corey relaxed, probably missing the bigger clue. I was uncertain; I didn’t care.

Glenn pulled Corey tighter. “Relax Cor’. Just go with it.”

“You boys want to hang around for some steaks?” I asked. “What about you Buck? Must be near the end of your day.”

Glenn quickly said he would but only if it wasn’t too much trouble. Corey said he’d tell his parents. Buck said he appreciated it but had dinner waiting at home. I shot a glance at his deeply tanned hand and saw no ring or evidence of one. I realized we knew nothing about his personal life other than he’d been a SEAL in the navy; and that we only knew from a tattoo which Kent recognized. Buck was a tight and trim little fucker now that I looked at him closer than I had before; maybe sometime we could . . .

“Haven’t you had enough for one day old man?” Kent joked to me and gave me another kiss before he swam off. He knows me so well.

I watched him hoist his beautiful body out of the water and so did both of our jock-boy guests; maybe I caught Buck giving him a once-over. I admired the motion of his glutes and hams as he loped over to the outdoor kitchen and opened the fridge. He straightened, turned, and held up a bottle. “Anyone want some water? I’m going to rinse off and then relax a bit before we fire up the grill.” When he’d turned, the way his long heavy dick swung around made my own twitch again.

I marveled later at us four guys sitting around stark naked in the evening heat of the South; for a couple of reasons. First it’s great to live in a time where even if someone caught us there on our completely private lanai, we live in 2022 in a time when none of us would be “branded”, lose our livelihoods or our reputations because we’re a bunch of nancy boys; and second I had two seriously hot college jocks with us, having fucked both of their amazing bubble butts, but my mind’s eye couldn’t forget the sight of my own husband’s bubble butt when he got out of the pool. Life is GOOD!

*https://m.imdb.com/title/tt0114436/

The movie is crap except for a laugh; but the pool sex scene is worth the time. Straight sex but still..

As I wrote in the beginning installment of this story I didn’t bother to change the names of the boy next door and his buddy. We were all together still on the lanai after a very satisfying salad, steak, and grilled vegetables dinner, all lounging around naked and comfortable in the warmth of the Florida evening. Kent urged me to write out the encounter and post it to GayDemon. The college jocks both encouraged me to use their real names if I did post online. Sasha seemed enthusiastic too; maybe I’m wrong and he only hoped for more steak.