Al & Buck the Pool Guy Have a Chance Meeting

Chapter 2

Buck Up

We had to restrain ourselves in the shower to save something for Buck’s arrival.  Which because of our excited state and the time we indulged ourselves among the shower sprays was momentarily after we turned the water off.  The Ring driveway alert went off as we reached for towels.   Sasha of course made certain we knew by running in and woofing once; then when the front door alert went off signaling Buck on the path he barked his head off as he ran away toward the door.

The barking stopped and the whining started as we emerged with towels around our waists; our hair, arms, and torsos still dripping.  Buck was grinning at Sasha and talking to him through the glass and when he saw us he smirked.  We let him in and he was immediately down on his knees loving on Sasha and telling him how happy he was to see him.  Just when we looked at each other noting all Buck’s attention was going to our dog he looked up.  With a wink he said, “Don’t think I’m ignoring the hosts; I’ve got a different greeting in mind for you two.”  He looked from the mound in my towel to Kent’s.  “And I know you’ve each got a big welcome for me.”  Another wink and more pets and nuzzles for Sasha.

“Can we offer you anything to drink?” Kent asked him.

Buck gave Sasha his usual send-off.  “Okay buddy time for me to get to work,” and Sasha trotted away happy.  Without standing Buck again looked from Kent’s crotch area to mine and then deftly put his hands up each off our towels and took a handful of each of us.  “What do you have on tap?” he asked slyly grinning up at us.

Buck’s calloused hand had practice with my jewels; I could tell Kent was enjoying his expert fondling as much.  I guess on balance most guys like their junk handled any way a guy will do it.  “Oh so that’s where we’re starting is it?” Kent asked and reached down and riffled Buck’s wiry short red hair.

Buck’s hand went to my waist and apparently to Kent’s; both our towels fell away.  “Man oh man it must be all that good clean living that got me to heaven today,” Buck joked and stroked the length of us.

“About that drink,” I said.  “I suddenly feel the need to unload my bladder.”

Buck’s eyes nearly closed for a second and then he said, “My lucky day for sure!”

“Come on let’s go somewhere more convenient,” Kent said and offered his arm to Buck to help him up.

Buck slapped his hand on Kent’s forearm and Kent took hold of Buck’s and Buck sprung to his feet.  “Gracious hosts help the old man up!” he said with a smile.

As Kent led the way through our rooms to our bathroom he said back to Buck, “From what I hear old man you gave Al a run for his money yesterday.”  I grabbed the wet towels off the floor; it would have been pressing at the back of my mind has I left them.

Buck snorted.  “I managed to keep-up with your stud of a husband; I’m glad he thinks I gave as good as I got.”  Buck grinned at me.

We stopped just outside the wet room and Kent went for Buck’s waist and unbuttoned  his shorts; Buck’s big dick was hard and flipped out and bounced.  After I hung the towels I pulled Buck’s very well-worn t-shirt up his lean torso and off.  Buck kicked his dock-siders off and struck a pose with his hands on his waist.  “Not bad for pushing sixty eh?”

Kent ran his hand over Buck’s big shoulder and down his fuzz-covered pec slab.  He grinned at Buck.  “Beautiful!” he responded as his hand traveled down Buck’s very lean defined abs to his fiery bush.  “Gives me hope for the future.”

Buck stood still enjoying the attention and praise but retorted, “A fine body like your own and this hunk you’re married to are more hope than an old squid like me could give you sir.”

Kent’s hand ran the long length of Buck’s hard-on and then he reached around to that bubble butt that had me salivating … again.  “Get on your knees thirsty boy!”

“Goddamn yes!” Buck said as he nearly fell to the floor.  I admired his agility … and his knees’ resilience as he banged down on the tile.

Buck had his mouth open wide but was looking my husband dead-on as he approached and aimed his hard-on.  And just like that my husband’s thick stream began; right on target into Buck’s gaping maw.  It was hot as fuck!

“Al you have any for our guest?”

Truth was I wasn’t sure I wasn’t too hard to piss if I had to.  Fortunately the reflex of having to piss when someone else was pissing made me feel the urge.  I stepped to beside Kent and painfully pushed my hard dick down and let go.

“He fuckin’ loves it!” Kent said and threw his arm around my shoulders still pissing.

Buck suddenly dipped his head and took both our streams all over himself and then threw his head back and thoroughly soaked his face as he rubbed our piss in his chest hair.

“Fuck yeah men!  Gimme every drop ya got!”

We both petered out after Buck had been gulping again and gargling it before he swallowed.  The stench of rank piss was thick in the glass walls of the wet room; not something I’d ever been fond of until we had this hot guy reveling in it.

Buck smirked up at us.  “This the way you want me or want me to shower?”

I didn’t rush to answer; I let my husband make the decision.

I await Kent’s dick was growing again.  “How about you make yourself useful and take care of our cocks; and then clean yourself up for some harder work?”

Buck beamed and moved on his knees toward Kent’s dick.  Looking up and from Kent to me, “Hard work is what a man like me is made for.  And your stud of a husband is to blame for the crying I’ll do when we get to the main event; he tore-up my hole yesterday.”  And then Buck had swallowed Kent whole; a feat given his size even half-hard.

Kent threw his head back and I went in with my teeth on his luscious corded neck.  “Fuck yeah Al!” he moaned.

“The fuck about me?” Buck joked and then had Kent’s dick-head again scraping his tonsils.

Kent didn’t answer in words.  He clamped his hand over Buck’s wiry ginger curl-sprouts and began face-fucking him.  Buck’s grunts and moans conveyed his appreciation.

Kent used his other hand to trap the back of my neck and he kissed me hard.  My legs were wobbly from his kiss.  Any couple who don’t kiss much (and there seem to be many after some time together) are missing the nitro in whatever explosive passions they share.  Kissing my husband makes my body hum, my dick drool, my balls boil, and my hole itch for invasion.

I wrapped my arms tight around my husband; the turn as I held him fast caused my dick to jam into Buck’s face.  I was sure my fat dick-head went right into his eye socket but he kept sucking Kent.  I reached between us and began pulling, rubbing, and squeezing Kent’s egg-sized balls; I know that makes him go to maximum arousal and blast like a brick of C-4 detonated in his sac.  “Oh fuck yeah!” he gasped and pulled me tighter and sucked my face harder.

Kent’s hard face-fucking made our kiss complicated but I wasn’t surrendering his lips; fuck no I wasn’t.  Buck’s grunts and gurgles, gasps and gulps, and his choking and coughing escalated but his hands were clamped on Kent’s hips cxl early communicating what he wanted.

“If you’re not ready get ready,” Kent almost shouted in a second’s break from our kiss.  Then moments after his lips were shoved back into mine and his tongue was nearly down my throat I heard him grunt, felt him tense, then get that shudder go through him just before he loses control.  Which he did.  As his body exploded into spasmodic contortions Buck gulped and moaned and grunted as his face was held tight into Kent’s groin.  Throughout it he kissed me so violently I thought I one the other of us would break a tooth or need stitches from a tooth being driven through a lip.

Kent’s body calmed to minor jolts and I felt him push his cock-sucker back.  “Jesus fuck you cum like a stud bull!” Buck cried. “Fuckin’ awesome for me!  Now how about you?” he asked and lest there be any ambiguity my entire hard-on was engulfed instantaneously.

Buck sucked me like a man whose time had run out.  Actually Kent cumming while he kissed me had me on the edge.  It wasn’t more than a minute of Buck’s gonzo deep throating and I was crying out into my husband’s mouth and blasting so hard it threatened to throw me off balance.

I felt like I came forever and Kent held me tight and kissed me throughout it.  Until Buck’s licking and sucking of my over-sensitized dick-head threatened to send me through the tiled roof of the wet room; I had to get out of his mouth and pulled back suddenly.

“Fuck dude!” Buck exclaimed with a loud smack of his lips.  “You came a fuckin’ gallon!”

I was gasping for breath, my whole body was buzzing, and felt as wet with sweat as if I’d been out for a run.  My balls ached from the quick hard discharge in a way I wasn’t used to.  “Damn!” was all I could get out.

Buck sat back on his ass, arms around his knees and grinned up.  “Come on; you know you both need to piss after cumming.  I know I do!  Do you mind if I add my stream?”

Kent and I shot each other a look and then both looked down.  The tile floor and our feel were both sprayed with cum; we hadn’t noticed when Buck had cum.  “Feel free,” Lent told him and took hold of his own dick and pointed it at Buck.

Buck’s dick was hanging long and pointing toward the floor and our feet and suddenly the warm rush and startlingly strong scent of his piss were both assaulting my senses.  Kent had his head back as he does before he releases his stream and on cue a blast shot at Buck’s face.  “Fuck yeah; hose me down buddy!” The older man encouraged him and opened his mouth to catch as much as he could.

The familiar reek of Kent’s piss didn’t mitigate the acrid strange scent of Buck’s.   Was I the only one who wasn’t entirely into this?  When in Rome …

My dick erupted but went to Buck’s feet as I didn’t take hold and aim.  Buck reached out and cupped his hand in my flow and splashed it toward him as his own and Kent’s continued to splash.  He got a handful of mine and took it to his mouth and then gargled it.

“Fuckin’ hot times gentlemen!” he pronounced.

We were all drained; balls and bladders.  I was about to gag on the stench of it trapped in the wet room when Kent mercifully hit the controls and all the jets around us and rain head above us came on at once and doused us.

When we bought the house and had the bathroom done our Ukrainian contractor convinced us to go the extra cost and put in a device to circulate the hot water from the separate water heater for our bathroom in the pipes; that way the water was the temp set on the control from the first drop.  Being a cold beginning-of-spring morning I was glad for the extravagance when the deluge didn’t chill me to the bone.

I extended my arm down to Buck and pulled him up by his to where we were all standing amid the downpour.  Kent grabbed his favorite body-wash and handed me mine; he told Buck the choices who sniffed each of us as we began lathering.

“Tough choice.  I’m an Irish Spring guy myself; get it cheap at Big Lots.”  He put out his hands to Kent and took a glob of his Pure eucalyptus scent wash.

I mentally noted that he had chosen the one that cost three times as much as mine; once a finance guy always a finance guy.  That made my thoughts careen to the amount of water we were using with all the jets on and then …

“Hon,” Kent said and obviously knows me well enough to see when I spiral down that financial rat-hole.

To cover with Buck there I turned and took Kent’s wash and turned him to do his back.  Kent laughed knowingly but also commented on my touch and moaned into it; which in turn brought me out of my obsessing.

“You want some breakfast Buck?” Kent asked when we were all toweling with the huge thick bath sheets Kent chose … which take twice the electricity to dry in the laundry.  There I went again!  “We can shoot up to the club; the golf cafe does great omelets.

“Would you two mind if I say no?  I mean … I’m your pool man and now your fuck-toy.  I’m not your social equal you know.”

“What the fuck?!” Kent blurted out.  “Is this Downton Abbey or some fuck?”

“I didn’t mean … “

“Dude seriously?” Kent bellowed and I realized he was really angry.

“I’m … “

“Leaving is what you’re doing.  If you think we’re … “

“Kent!” I stopped him.

“WHAT?!” my angry husband huffed at me.

“Mr. S … “ Buck tried.

“YOU!” Kent bellowed at him.  “Shut the fuck up!  And you,” he said only a small bit less venomously, “He seriously thinks we’re like the snobby assholes we live among?  Like we fucked his holes and pissed on him and left our cum in him, but we’re too good to share a meal with him?”

“Maybe we should give Buck a chance to finish what he was going to say when you went off on him,” I suggested, rubbing my husband’s buff bare chest the way I know calms him.

He turned to Buck but didn’t say anything. After an awkward silence Buck finally spoke.  “Mr. S … “

Kent’s nostrils flared and I felt his heart race again.  “The fuck happened to ‘Al’ and ‘Kent’; now we’re MISTER again?”

Buck’s eyes narrowed.  “What the fuck do I have to do to get a sentence out; shove my cock down your throat?  KENT?” he added snarling out my husband’s name and getting right up in his face.

“Go on!” Kent told him.

“About gagging you or what I was trying to say?” Buck said fast and aggressively.

“We’ll see if you get the chance at the former based on what you have to say about the latter,” Kent replied and I caught the grin he was trying to hide. I let my hand which was on his solar plexus slide slowly down to where I rubbed his long dick and knob as a reward.

“I’ve driven by your country club club-house about a bijillion times and never once been in it or invited into it.  I clean about forty pools in here.  I’d love to spend time with you two.  IN our clothes; you’re good people.  But you two might get some questions if you take me to your special sanctum with you.  I was TRYING to be respectful.”  His eyes never left Kent’s.

“You think I wouldn’t tell someone who asked me why I was having our pool man to breakfast to take their snobby ‘tude and fuck themself with it?” Kent asked.

“Better than telling them ‘he’s the best cocksucker I’ve come across since I met my husband’ I reckon.”

Buck’s grin was re-emerging and Kent’s wasn’t disguised at all.

“What makes you think you are?” Kent parried back.  When Buck looked surprised he went on.  “Pretty sure of yourself aren’t you?”

Buck drew himself up after the moment of hesitation.  “Might have been that ‘OH FUCK YEAH’ that rattled the walls right before you blew so much spunk down my throat I thought I might just drown?” he said as a question.  When Kent didn’t answer he added, “Well that and most of the guys who use me and piss on me don’t ask me to breakfast.”  He was grinning full on now.

“Do want to have fuckin’ breakfast with us or not?  I’m fuckin’ starving here,” Kent said.

“The man offered you his dick hon,” I offered helpfully.

“I think it was more of a threat than an offer,” Kent corrected me still grinning.  “And if anyone’s taking cock it’s going to be you taking it!” he added.

Buck’s eyes got wide and his dick was growing.  My ass twitched and my mouth watered; I wasn’t sure which of my holes my husband intended to have filled but it didn’t fuckin’ matter at that point.

Buck looked down and then up at us with a wider grin.  “Boys you have a magical effect on my old cock.”

“Get the fuck ON his old cock Al.  Seems the only way I’m getting any breakfast here is to eat it out of you.”

Buck and I chorused a long, “Fuuuuuuuck!”

“That’s the idea.  Now could we move this along?” Kent chided impatiently and sat down in the floor with his back against the vanity cabinets.

“Come on Buck.  I know you’ve got another one in you,” I told him.  “And let’s give my husband something to tide him over.”

I stepped over and shoved my semi into Kent’s mouth; he opened wide as I stepped up.  I then bent over and put my elbows on the counter.  “Open me up for him hon.”

Kent obliged as he worked my dick to full-on hard with his mouth and throat; he reached around and dug his fingers into my ring roughly and pulled my hole open.

I heard and saw Buck spit onto his knob and grease it up with his hand as he approached.  “This is about the hottest fucking day of my life here boys,” he said and jammed his wet knob against my hole.

“Go on; just shove it in Buck.  I can take it.  AndI fuckin’ want it.”

Buck obliged with a loud grunt that went up in pitch when he broke through.  It hurt like hell; but I just gasped and growled.

“Big fuckin’ dick!” I gasped out.  “Fuck me.  Fuck me good and hard and deep,” I urged him and watched his face contorting in all sorts of ways in the mirror as he began slamming me.

“This what you want?  You want this old fucker to turn you out?”

I didn’t correct his usage of the term; I just encouraged him.  “You hot big-dicked fucker.  Get your nut with my hole.  Fuckin’ flood me!”

Buck was fucking me so hard that Kent’s head was knocking against the edge of the polished concrete counter.  But to be honest his throat-work and Buck’s pounding had me in such a state of piggy pleasure so fast that I didn’t care.  Watching our stud of a pool man straining with veins bulging as he railed my hole was the perfect porn to accompany the expert suck-job Kent was delivering.  His grunts and moans added to it.

“Fuck your hole is tight!” Buck growled behind me.  Years of clenching around the biggest dick I’d ever taken had trained my muscles for the Olympics of bottoming.  “Fuckin’ feels like you’re milking this old bull!”  I clenched on his dick harder to reply to his praise.  “Oh fuck dude.  You really want it don’t you?”

Kent was working my own dick like a crazed cock-sucker and moaning and grunting like he wanted it more than I did.  I was getting close and channeled my enthusiasm into working Buck’s big dick tighter as he pummeled my prostate and repeatedly stretched my second ring open.

“Jesus you make me feel like a young buck,” Buck panted and pounded me harder.  “I just want to plant my seed and … “

“Fucking DO IT!” I demanded.

“Awwwwwww fuckkkkkkkkkkk,” he growled out.  And then, FUCKKKKKKK!” he shouted as his body jerked and I felt his head inside me.  “Jesus goddamn!”

I couldn’t hold it and let out my own growl and my balls burst forth my load into my husband’s glugging throat.  It felt like my balls were expelling every drop including the reserves as Buck pounded his load into me and fell forward with his palms slapping hard onto the counter.

“You can.  Let go.  NOW!” he gasped.  I wasn’t clenching hard anymore.  “I’m not … “

“Mr. S had my nuts in a choke-hold squeezing them like oranges in the morning for juice,” Buck explained and backed out of me.

I in turn backed out of Kent and expected him to catch some deep breaths but instead he manhandled me by my thighs to turn around and pulled my ass to his face.  He was slurping before I got my, “Mmmmmmm!” out.  He smacked my ass and I knew he wanted me to push it out; I did and his “Mmmmmmmmm,” confirmed it.

“Fuck that’s about the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen!” Buck exclaimed as he stood there with his dick dripping.

Suddenly Kent roughly pushed me off and grabbed Buck by his sagging balls again.  “What the … “ Buck yelled as Kent pulled him over and caught his dripping dick in his mouth and swallowed him.  “Ohhhhhh man!”

Kent slurped hungrily and held Buck by the balls as he squirmed from the sensitivity until Kent had had his fill.  Then Kent got up, roughly pushed Buck over the counter and slammed his drooling prick fully inside him.  Buck shouted and hurled obscenities but Kent just went to town on his hole.

I got behind my husband and reached in and began working his balls the way I know gets him off.  “Fuck yeah Al!” he shouted.

It wasn’t but a few thrusts before Kent yelled and shoved deep one last time and grunted out his load.  “Buck moaned lien a bitch as my husband filled him.”

When Kent suddenly pulled out he knocked me back.  Buck yelped but Kent pulled him and pushed him roughly to his knees and shoved his sloppy dick into Buck’s face.  “Clean it!” he ordered.

Buck took a quick sniff and then gobbled Kent’s huge dick down and slurped all over it.  “I’m too hungry to take the time for another shower,” Kent explained.  Then he pulled out of Buck for the second time and put his hand out to help him up.

“You don’t do anything by halfs do you?” Buck asked grinning.

“No HALVES in this house!” Kent corrected and also confirmed.  “Now get the fuck dressed,” he said and headed into the closet.  “We’re leaving in five for the club, and I don’t care if you go or not,” he yelled out to us.  “As good as that load tasted, I’m in need of a big breakfast.”

Buck and I scrambled for our clothes without attending to our dripping holes and followed Kent.