Al & Buck the Pool Guy Have a Chance Meeting

“HEY there Mr. S!”

It was our pool man; a wizened navy veteran whose taut body had caught our eyes many times.  He’s a huge hit whenever he made a fuss over Sasha our Siberian Husky best friend. And while friendly to us always he’d even flashed us a few times as he knelt to clean the skimmer and his junk showed hanging to the deck; he goes commando under his old school cargo shorts.  That and he’d also noncommittally flirted a few times aside from the intentional dick flashes; evading my surprised question about his interest and his married state.

“I didn’t know you use this box,” he said but clearly was asking a question.  We were at Crossfit me finishing and him coming in.

“Yeah Kent and I have been coming here more than the once a week we used to.  Kent has this notion that his body is going to go to heck as he gets farther into his forties,” I added with a rueful laugh.

“No disrespect sir but that bod of his and of yours too both of you have a beautiful body!” he said with a grin and a wink and looked me up and down.  Then he pulled-up his tank top and exposed a perfectly-sculpted washboard of furry abs under two perfect slabs of lean pecs under the guise of wiping his brow.  “It’s flippin’ hot out today.”  Then he turned to a mirror and looked each of us over.  “If him, you and I are any examples forties fifties sixties aren’t anything to be fearful of.”

“Cut the ‘sir’ shit!  It’s ‘Al’ and ‘Kent’ okay Buck?”

He blushed and let his shirt fall; good thing as my neglected dick was responding to his lean hard-muscled little frame.  “Force of habit and protocol ya know?”

“The only protocol here is sweating our asses off and pumping our muscles,” I told him.

“Sweating and pumping; my daily preferred activities!” he said with an enigmatic wink.  Was he taking about working outside in Florida on people’s pools or … ?

The trainer signaled the WOD was beginning and $&$&$&&& looked around.  “I better get a move on,” he said.  “And where’s Mr. S anyway?  He’s probably waiting for you to leave.”

“Out of town.  Since Sunday night for a client’s business thing all week; much to my balls’ dissatisfaction.”

“No wonder you’re packing heavy there!” he said with a smirk and gave my bulge a quick grab and grinned wider.

I didn’t have time to react as they were beginning and he was moving that way.  I made a snap decision and followed Buck.  He turned and was surprised but grinning?  “Think ya got another one in ya?”

“As I alluded to earlier I’ve got way too much backed-up in me!”  Two can play that game.

Buck laughed.  He didn’t have a regular partner, so he and I partnered; he was new enough that he hadn’t really gotten steady with any of the other solo participants.

Man did we sweat; for me that meant my clothes weren’t just soaked they were dripping!  I even took off my sopping shirt and didn’t give a thought to my racing stripe triple cardiac surgery scars.

The group was unusually homogenous in terms of fitness and our trainer was one of the more aggressive young bucks.  He took advantage of our capabilities and pushed us to breaking but left us all high from the rush.

After the high fives, back slaps, and a few random hugs Buck turned to me still wiping sweat from his face and upper body with his shirt; he’d lost his shirt before I did; about ten minutes in.  “You shower and change here or go home?”

“Today I was going to go home; nowhere I have to be afterward.”

“My loss,” he said with enough of a grin that it could easily be denied if I called him on it.

“Or not,” I ventured with unusual boldness and doubled-down by taking a step into his personal space.

I won’t say I towered over Buck but at nearly a half-foot shorter than I am I was looking down and he was looking up.  And the smell of his sweat was making my already excited dick react.   

As if he could feel my expanding bulge nearing his waist Buck looked down and then back up.  Suddenly the cheeky grin wasn’t there.  “Guess you called me on that one didn’t you?  Al?”

“Your call.  I told Kent on the phone last night that seeing you out by the pool working yesterday almost made me jump you I’m so horny.”

“And . . . You two have that kind of arrangement?”  Buck wasn’t committing and still could fall-back on curiosity if he wasn’t going to go through with anything.

“We love each other; and if I had a story to tell him of a steamy encounter with a stud like you it would pay-off in amping his arousal when he gets home and gets his hands on me.”

Buck’s eyes fluttered just momentarily.  “FUCK that’s hot.”

That hung there and I didn’t push the invitation.  What I’d told Buck was true.  What I didn’t tell him was that Kent suggested I call him and go after him just for the purpose of me telling him about it and him “reclaiming” me.

“I’m off now Fridays,” Buck finally said.  Again not entirely declaring himself.

I laughed suddenly; he looked startled and then worried.  I decided to put it out there.  “I’m headed home.  You’ve already got gate clearance so you can follow me or not.  If you do and if you’re in your service truck come through the lanai; if not just walk in through the garage which I’ll leave open.”  I walked away to the locker room to grab my bag and head home.

When I got outside I walked past a silver mid-size and the window went down.  “Right behind you,” came Buck’s deep raspy voice.  “I didn’t want to appear too desperate and beat you there,” he finished with a laugh.

I had to laugh.  “Stay right behind me, and follow me through the resident gate.”  That was from my dick; it didn’t want to wait one extra minute while Buck checked in with the guard gate when I can drive right through.

My dick was throbbing hard in my work-out shorts by the time I was seated in my car and starting it.  I had the illogical thought that I wanted to drive to an empty part of the lot and have Buck blow me there and then; something dirty and depraved.

“Hey Siri.  Call Kent,” I told my phone and it  did as it was told.  When Kent answered he sounded busy.  “Can you talk for a minute?”

“For you as many minutes as you want,” he lied.  His voice was tense and low like he was around other people.

I made it quick.  “Funny thing happened at the gym hon.  Remember the other day I was perving on Buck the pool guy?”

“No fuckin’ way!” Kent whispered into the phone.  “You fucked him at the gym?  What the fuck?  We didn’t even know he’s into guys!”

“Wait; wait!  No but he’s following me home right now to do that.  That is if you don’t mind.”

Kent was quiet for a moment; I got worried.  Then he answered in a softer whisper than before.  “The only things I mind are that I’m not there, that no fuckin’ way can I pay attention to this meeting while my mind plays out what you and  Buck are doing, and my dick is already making a wet spot in these linen slacks I’m wearing.  Don’t forget one single detail my love; I promise you I’ll make it worth it when you tell me.  I love you Al.”  And he was gone.

I was halfway home and checked for the first time to be certain Buck’s little silver car was behind my convertible.  I threw a wave back and he tooted his horn.  Reassured my dick stopped throbbing so forcefully.

Buck did tailgate me through the resident gate; by the time we got to the house I had a text from security reminding me that I’d broken the rules.  My hard-on reminded me we didn’t give a shit.

Sasha couldn’t have been more happy to see his buddy Buck if he’d brought a steak with him.  While they had their second moment of the week I asked if Buck wanted me showered or sweaty.  He looked up from Sasha suddenly and intensely.   “If you’re giving me a choice Mr. S I want to taste you and smell you just as you are.  What’s your pleasure for me?  I’m pretty rank.”

“Get the fuck off the floor and get the fuck on ME!”  I told him.  I also gave Sasha the signal to make himself scarce; I’d let him out before I left for the gym so he had a couple hours in him even with his aging bladder.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah,” was all Buck said as he scrambled up and scurried after me to our rooms.

I stopped abruptly and Buck slammed into me.  I’d planned on fucking him but him slamming into my ass and feeling his hard-on against my thigh threw a different thought through my brain.

“Sorry!” we both said at once.

“No my fault.  I just had a thought that maybe we should use a spare bedroom; what with Kent being away.”

“Anywhere you want stud,” he said and reached around me and took a handful of my throbbing dick.  “FUCK!  I knew you weren’t just a shower.”

I whirled around and reached down and yanked his tank top over his head.  GodDAMN was he built!  And when his arms were over his head the waft of his sweat and musk was electrifying.

I held Buck’s arms up after I’d flung the shirt away and bent down and buried my face in his left pit first. “Mmmmmmmm,” I moaned as I inhaled his strong ripeness and then licked his dripping pit-fur.

Buck was moaning and writhing in my hold but I didn’t let him get free.  I went at his other pit with the same gusto and rubbed my face around in his sweat before I ate it.  Buck’s moans were so loud I thought about shutting the French doors; the neighbor’s house on that side is even farther from us than the other end of our house but that’s how loud his enjoyment of me enjoying him was.  “Fuck I swear if you don’t stop and let me have some of you I may just blow and then it’s all over; at my age that’s what happens!” he panted with desperation.

I laughed and withdrew but then in a quick motion threw him easily onto our bed.  “OH FUCK!” he cried and then scrambled to yank off his sneakers and socks.

I dove onto the bed and was yanking off his work-out shorts as my brain was registering that this little stud had a huge fuckin’ dick!  I’d seen that fat dick with the huge helmet hanging out his shorts leg when he’d wanted us to see it.  But hard he was enormous.

“Dude seriously you’re almost as big as I am!”

“Get the fuck out of these and let’s see!” the little fucker demanded and yanked at my shorts and jockstrap both to get my dick free.

I flopped onto my back with my knees up to my chest pulling them free and I felt Buck’s face in my hairy crack and a loud sniff.  “FUCK you have that scent that makes me fuckin’ NEED cock!” he growled.  As I was about to chuck my shorts and jockstrap off the bed he deftly reached out and grabbed them from me and covered his face.  Another long huff and I saw that big helmet of his flex and a huge glob of pre-cum ran out.

I took him by his slimy dick and pulled him up toward me.  Buck scrambled on his knees as I pulled and got himself straddling me where I could use my other hand to hold my hard-on against his.  “Okay you’re right.  But damn man you’re hung like a horse compared to the overall size of you.”  His dick was about an inch short of my length and he was cut; given he was half a foot shorter he’d won the genetic lottery.

“You dare question a veteran SEAMAN?” he quipped.  “The U. S. Navy taught me a master course on cock!”  He reached down with the hand that wasn’t still clutching my sweaty work-out shorts and jock-strap and lifted himself up, pushed my drooling dick back and then lowered himself and began rubbing his hole with it.  “Fuck yeah!  I need this!  I’ve never got enough since I left the navy,” he said more to himself than me.  He shoved my shorts crotch into his face and huffed again and pressed down harder onto my fat wet head.

I should have thrown him off.  We had plenty to do before I fucked this hot man.  But damn his hole was hot and begging for it; so instead I got a firm hold on his tiny hard waist and shoved hard up into him.

Buck’s cry might have been heard in the next county; for a moment I let loose of him and didn’t move.  “Oh fuckin’ no way you’re stopping!” he growled as he glared at me and ground his tight burning channel down on me.

“Fuck!  You’re so fuckin’ tight,” I told him and took hold of his waist and held him with me deep in his guts.

He couldn’t pull back so he began grinding his hips and moaning.  At the same time he shoved my sweaty glob of shorts and jock-strap against his face again and moaned louder as he inhaled.

I began pumping up into him; I raised him by his waist as I pulled out until just my head was stretching his very tight hole and then slammed up into him hard.  “Oh hell yes.  Like that!” he cried and huffed deep again.  And when I was balls-deep in him again he ground around on me before the next thrust and moaned like the bitch he was.

No way this should have been a quickie; but I needed relief and he wanted it.  Buck’s hard-on was straight as an arrow and smacked my solar plexus on each thrust into him.  His pre-cum was copious and I had a puddle of it building on me.  His sweat was stronger and filled my nostrils; which fueled my thrusts into him both harder and faster.

The harder I thrusted the harder he ground onto me when I thought I couldn’t go any deeper.  His tightness gave way to his channel clenching on me every time I was balls-deep; he had skills for sure.  His cries, moans, and huffs were louder; no words now just grunts and affirmations of the lusty pursuit.

I needed to slow down to enjoy it longer or I was going to flood him and soon.  My thoughts of his ass and smell and fur and easily-handled proportions were put aside; weeding, fertilizer, dusty garage tiles, rising electric bills … anything I could bring to mind.  And it was working; that burn in my balls had subsided … some.

“Oh fuck Mr. S!” Buck he cried out suddenly and began riding me hard and erratically.  “Oh fuckity fuck you’re gonna make me … OH FUCK OH FUCK!” he shouted and threw his head back.

I felt Buck’s ass clench as tight as his eyes were and then I felt him buck hard and a heavy spray of cum hit the top of my chin and up over my face and splatted on the suede head-board behind me.  “FUCK JESUS!” he shouted as another shot blasted and his body jerked wildly.  “FUCK IT ALL OUT OF ME MISTER!” he demanded and shoved himself into my thrusts and yelped and convulsed and drenched me.

Any abatement of my building release was gone; my balls were stoked like a blast furnace and I was pounding him hard and fast.  Something snapped inside me and I roughly threw him over without exiting his burning channel and had him on his back and was plowing into him as hard as I could with his hairy muscular legs now clamped around my waist.  I didn’t even know if he was still cumming; all I knew was I was going to drive my seed deep … and soon.  I pounded him and huffed the heavy miasma of man-juices; his thickly acrid cum and our pungent combined sweat.

“Fuck yes mister!  Come on get it.  Get it boy and fill me up.”

I growled and ground my teeth and felt myself close but not there.  I drove faster and he cried out loud but then ended with another affirmation and plea.  And I was at or beyond my capacity and nearly to desperation because I couldn’t get over that edge and needed it so bad when suddenly I felt his tight grip on my balls.

“Give it up for me you fucker!” he growled and his f’s were delivered with a rain of spit.

That was what it took and my body exploded.  I went rigid and felt it burn outward and then felt my balls contract with a force that had me crying out.  And then the wash of relief as that first blast rocked me and went through and out of me into him.  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I shouted as it left me and another shot through and out of me.

And then I was fucking again savagely and grunting and he was too and yelling, “Thank you sir!”

Sometime later we were still by comparison; chests heaving, ragged breathing, sweat and cum running.  I was fully on and over him; he was not making an effort to move out from under me and was absently stroking his fingers in my soaked crack and down to my balls and back around my tingling hole.

Finally I moved enough to see his reaction and he gave my hairy sweaty butt-cheek a caress and then pulled his hand away; my signal it was okay to move.  I slid off and then flipped onto my back next to him.  He gave a little laugh and I looked at him.

“My cum is in your hair and eyebrow,” he said with the a grin and took his finger and caught a glob.  As he was about to bring it to his lips I grabbed his wrist and brought the finger to mine.

I sucked his seed hungrily; the taste was sharper than either Kent’s or mine or anyone I could remember.  I wanted more and took my finger and got some of what was clumped and running on the head-board over on his other side and ate it too.  As I did I thought about how to clean the expensive suede; I guess this moment was over if I could have that thought while this hot little stud lay next to me shiny with sweat and his own cum that I’d rubbed into him.

Buck found my limp dick and held it.  “I really want to taste you; but I’m not confident in my … Internal hygiene,” he confessed.  Then he haltingly brought his hand to his face and sniffed and his face brightened.  “How the HELL could you be nine inches up my shitter and not … “

“Let’s not,” I stopped him.

In a blur he was up and around and swallowing my soft dick and suckling it.  He came up for air once and looked at me.  “You got another one in you big Al?”  He was on me again before I could protest; my dick would have stopped me anyway.

His mouth worked me hard in seconds and his hands knew how to treat my balls and hole.  His sucking went with a sound-track of moans and a few chokes and coughs; but over-all he was an excellent sucker of big dick.  While his throat wasn’t as warm as his chute it was tight.  And that tongue swirled and licked and he sucked and bobbed just right to build me up again.

And I just lay there and enjoyed it.  The only effort I made was to hold his sweaty head with both hands but let him do the work; no guidance necessary.  I wished I remembered where my phone was; I’d call Kent and put us on FaceTime if he could.  Or record this for him.  But I didn’t so I just went with it.

When Buck’s finger entered me and began stroking and tapping my prostate it was all over.  I boiled over within minutes and gave Buck no warning; not even clenching his head in my hands.  The double work-out had just made me hornier.  Truth was it was all perfect and I just wanted to lose myself in it and erupt.  

Which is what I did; hard.  Convulsions, deep breathy grunts and shot after shot.  Met with Buck’s grunt as each shot filled his mouth and he swallowed and kept up.

I was vaguely aware of Buck’s breathing beside me as I came back from the bliss of my second wave of relief.  “I don’t want to eat and run but I should be going; you’ve had your way with me and I’ll be walking funny for a week,” he said without moving.

“Buck I owe you one.  I’m down two and you only one.”

“You must have me confused with a young stud like you.  Gotta compliment you on that quick recovery; and that second wad was epic!” he told me still laying on his back not moving.

“And if I told you I wanted to give it a go?” I asked him and reached over and felt his meaty soft dick.

“Mmmmm you have big hands; that’s why I guessed you were a grower besides a shower.”

I turned onto my side and then sat on my knees to use two hands.  Buck definitely was responding as that dick was swelling.  He was also purring and stretching to make himself comfortable; hands clasped behind his neck gave me that wafting funk on direct delivery again.

Continuing my rhythmic stroking of Buck’s hardening member I leaned forward and took a long sniff of Buck’s ripeness and felt it in my pucker and balls.  Buck brought his hand to my head and rubbed it.  “That husband of yours is one lucky fuck!” he murmured and I felt his dick throb in my hold.  “You’re performing magic there stud; I haven’t gotten it up this fast a second time in decades!”

Rubbing my face in that pit and inhaling Buck’s sweaty neck I raised again and switched hands on his dick and reached between his legs and found his slimy hole.  He moaned as I dipped fingers into him and then watched as I brought them to my own hole and greased it with my retrieved cum.

“Oh no you fucker!” Buck’s voice startled me.

“What the … “

“If you’re prepping that hole for this,” he used his own hand and added it to my grip on his leaden dick, “then it’s gonna be my tongue that slicks it up.”  He gave me a firm push back with his hand strongly on my chest over my “racing stripe” and he started to roll toward me.

I went back to my previous position on my back and Buck kicked my knees apart and pulled my knees up.  His face was in my sweaty crack huffing like he’d done with my shorts and jock-strap; I felt his warm breath when he released the long breaths he took.  And then his rough tongue swiped up from behind my hole, over it, and up my taint to my big hairy balls.  He sucked one in and slobbered over it and then switched to the other; as he ate me his finger traced my ring and teased me.

“FUCK Buck!” I hissed as he pulled my ball taut in his mouth and pressed just the tip of his finger into my smoldering hole.

Buck chuckled and then gave a good try to getting both my balls in his mouth at once; he did it … painfully which enhanced my arousal.  I grunted and made the mistake of gripping his head and trying to push him away; I yelped from the painful tension on my balls and lay back again with a thud.

His finger was still just inside my hole and with the ball pain I was also aware of him teasing my hole.  Just when I was about to growl at him to either eat my hole or fuck me he released my sac and dove into my hole with his tongue.  And Jesus Christ did he go at it!

“Oh fuck this hole is ripe!” Buck exclaimed amid slurps and really dug in there.

And he was right it was; with Kent away I hadn’t gone to the full effort I usually do.  That gave me pause and I tensed.

“Fuck yeah show me how you pucker that pussy!” he said and then forced his tongue into my tightened hole and slurped and speared me even harder.

I let his enthusiasm push away any reservations and reached to my butt and pulled my cheeks wider for him.  Buck was really going at it; snorting and moaning as he ate me.  I love a good tongue-job, but honestly enough was enough!  “Would you fucking FUCK me already Buck?” I snarled and reached and pulled him by his armpit.

“Them’s good eats right there!” he said as he crawled up until his big pole was pressed against my eager opening.

I smelled my sweaty ripe hole on his face and it made me even hotter.  “Yeah yeah.  I got that huge dick of yours recharged now fucking use it on me!” I growled.

And just like that I was yelping at the top of my lungs; he slammed his entire length into me when I demanded it.  Sasha ran to the door; his feet on the floor were loud and purposeful.  “It’s okay boy,” I told him and gave him the command to stand down; he walked off and Buck started pounding me.

Kent’s far bigger than either Buck or I am; but the suddenness of the intrusion and my hole’s disuse for days had me feeling every inch of the in and out with intensity.  Add to that Buck quickly found which angles made my body convulse and knew my prostate was in play.  I was fuckin’ soaring.

Buck wasn’t articulating; he was grunting and the sound of his thighs and groin against my ass were his contribution to the sound-track.

Buck may have been older than I am but he rabbit-fucked my ass and put the energizer bunny to shame.  I was taking it but my body was so close to cumming hands-free that it frightened me; that was Kent’s feat alone and I didn’t want to have that change.  But just as I was about to be slammed over the edge Buck suddenly planted himself deep inside me and grunted through his balls emptying inside me.

“Oh fuck yeah Buck!” I hissed and enjoyed the warmth and wetness inside me.

Buck was panting when he fell off of me.  “Give me a sec Mr. S and I’ll take care of you,” he gasped.

My dick was hard as nails, dripping all the way to my pubes, and throbbing.  I reached for myself and he suddenly jolted up and knocked my hand away.  “I said I’d take care of this monster and that’s what I’m going to do!”

He went down on me as he gripped and pulled my balls; I couldn’t help but show how that was the perfect set of moves.  His tongue worked diligently and expertly as did his hand twisting and massaging and squeezing my balls just right.  So right that in no time I was charging toward that edge and crashing over it.

“Ohhhhhhhhh holy hell!” I screamed as my body seized and prepared to detonate.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm!” he groaned and sucked like he had a too-frozen milkshake he had to suck through the straw.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” I hissed as the first blast went through me and into him.

“Nnnggggghhhhh!” he gulped … and gulped he did over and over again all the while sucking, licking, and working my aching balls.

Buck fell back dramatically and exhaled a long sigh of relief.  Then, “GodDAMMIT that was like a hundred times what I expected when I followed you inside a while ago.”

I turned my head his way.  “Truth be told Buck you were EXACTLY as HOT as I imagined you’d be every fucking time I saw your HOT little bod out there.”  I vaguely motioned to the lanai and pool.

He stretched languidly and his taut furred bod undulated as he did; his muscles were so compact it was almost hypnotic to me.  “Well since we’re playing truth or dare and have gotten the dare out of the way I’ll admit that you and that hunk of a husband of yours had the blood flowing to my cock every damn time I’m here.  And the actual turned out to be so superior to when I’d jack it later at home.”

“High praise,” I said and about that time my phone rang; actually it was my watch and I was reminded I was so into this hot little stud when we arrived that I hadn’t a clue where my phone was.  The call was spam and I tapped the watch face to parry the intrusion.

“The hubby really okay with this?” Buck asked making a weak gesture with his hand to us laying in bed.

“Very much so and even more anxious to hear every dirty detail.”

Now Buck turned and faced me with a grin.  “Think maybe … sometime … the three of us?”

“Oh I know so!”