Yesterday afternoon late we got a text to all three of us; which clearly meant it came from the Country Club directory since it wasn’t anyone knew. The new guy from the club gym; we’d met him that morning, talked, passed some innuendo. The text read: “Did I misread the implied ‘invitation’ this morning at the club gym?” Well well well!
Ross was no stranger to gyms or to the outdoors. Tanned naturally; living in Florida you develop a keen eye. His heavily-muscled and corded arms and corded strong neck just in a v-neck pattern had that mid-western farmer’s tan pattern; next was the darkened skin of his thickly-pelted lower legs to just above the knee in a neat boundary tan-line to a less-cured tan on his upper thighs suggesting with a cycling habit. We hadn’t seen the rest of him on the gym floor; but there was the obligatory t-shirt raise once ostensibly to wipe his face while we were talking and his towel wasn’t close; his perfectly-sculpted lightly-furred abs he was showing-off were tanned a bit less than that above-the-bicycle-shorts below-the-workout-trunks area. He was somewhere between my six feet and Kent’s six-three; and his thick and well-developed musculature was like Kent. Bright light-brown eyes against his blondness complemented his deeply-tanned face; handsome but not quite Brad Pitt in his thirties level.
Kent elected me to text back; Daniel was at work downtown and Kent was editing some copy for a client. I told Siri to reply to Ross that he definitely hadn’t mis-read our interest and that Daniel would be home around 6:30 p.m. I also asked what he had in mind. He returned a VERY handsome un-cut hard-on selfie and said he’d been thinking about an “expert blow-job” like he’d “heard only gay guys know how to do” since we’d left him at the gym that morning. He added that he was at the at the club again having returned for a late morning tee time. I asked him if he’d showered yet. He texted back, “5 mins tops lol then could head over” and I quickly had Siri tell him, “NO! Bring those sweaty parts here and we’ll tongue-bathe you.” He texted back, “Fuck I almost came right here in the locker room. omw”
He showed-up about six minutes later in his golf cart; still hard as the garage cam showed his golf shorts tented. When he rounded the corner where the walk turns toward our (all-glass) front door he saw I was naked and waiting and sort of did a double-take; then grinned, looked around to confirm we were secluded from the chest down from the street, unzipped and got his delicious hard-on out as he walked the rest of the way up, and grinned.
I opened the door and enjoyed his engorged dick bobbing as he walked; Kent laughed out loud from his office assumably watching the front walk cam angle.
I unsuccessfully wrangled Nigel who may or may not have included Ross’s hard-on in his enthusiastic licking more than a couple of times as our straight married neighbor entered the house; Ross is a dog-lover fortunately. “Save it for the human males boy!” he joked with a laugh.
After Nigel had enough attention Ross said, “You know I’m married right?” We didn’t since his ring finger has a MIT class ring on it. Kent had emerged and said, “We don’t give a fuck whom you have at home; just be sure we don’t have any angry spouses showing-up here! Nobody will hear a word from us ever.
Ross exhaled with exaggerated relief. “Whew!” he laughed. He added quickly that his wife works downtown; and he went on to add that she’d be glad he wasn’t bugging her to suck his cock.
I immediately went to my knees and swallowed him. Ross sucked in a surprised gasp and exclaimed, “Oh fuck bro!” and brought his hands to my shoulders to steady himself.
Kent said, “You’ll never have to bug us.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah!” was Ross’s reply.
He tasted deliciously sweaty from his golf game; a manly-scented soap under his foreskin contrasted with heavy musk there. His bush was as pungent and deliciously arousing as I swallowed him and rubbed my nose in it; and he clutched my shoulders tighter and moaned louder. “Fuck bro that’s fucking amazing!”
Then Kent went to bend Ross over; no way to tell his surprised cry was from the way he was carrying-on over my mouth, tongue, and throat-work; or his fear until he got out, “I’m not gay bro!” Kent reassured him we knew and he was in good hands; and mouths. He relaxed and bent and took his hands off me so he could brace himself on the credenza behind me.
Kent went in with his tongue after a quick loud-sniff to check. Ross’s body tensed again. “FUCKIN A bro! Jesus I’m … ” he howled at that point. He came fast; nice big thick medium-strong-tasting load. He pumped and swore.
He was too sensitive for me to keep sucking him when the flow stopped; but he didn’t want Kent to stop either so I contented myself licking and sucking his hairy balls and bumping chins with my husband as we were knee-to-knee between his widely-planted feet.
About five minutes of hungry licking later Ross Jr. was getting back in the game; I rubbed my face along his veiny length when I pulled his balls as I sucked them and enjoyed both the feel of him and his louder moans of encouragement to “WORK THOSE TANKS!”
Kent had been loudly grunting and groaning as he devoured Ross’s likely-virgin hole but was just getting warmed-up. He switched places with me including a searing hot kiss as we passed; I got a delicious preview of Ross’s sweaty musky hole. And man did it NOT disappoint! He was tasty as hell even though Kent had already really worked him with a deep tonguing based on his relaxed ring and soaked insides.
“Fuck man!” Ross swore as we went to town again on his rod and his hole. “Nobody’s ever done that to me; back there! And FUCK I’ve NEVER had head this good EVER!”
I took enough of a break to say, “You’ve honed this butt to perfection; somebody should have the advantage of enjoying it.”
“FUCK bro I didn’t know!”
Kent was slurping loud around his average hard-on and I knew was doing it to play it up; and it obviously excited Ross. “Fuck dude go to town on my neglected rod.”
I took the opportunity to very quickly slip a finger in his loosened hole. He flinched and bucked hard but I knew my target; when my middle finger hit the bull’s-eye Ross shouted loud enough for the neighbors to hear outside. “Christ on a fuckin’ cracker! What the fuck was OH FUCKIN’ SSSSSSSSHIT I’M … NNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH … “ he yelled when I did it again. He seized violently and I felt his hole spasming around my finger as he bucked and shouted his surprise that he was shooting some more. I kept stroking his pleasure point until he was squealing like a little girl and squirming to get away then laughing and choking uncontrollably.
“How was it?” Kent asked dryly. “Everything you’d heard it would be?”
“Fuck bro nobody ever told me about … about … well about … “
“About an anal orgasm?” I asked. Technically we didn’t know if it was that or if Kent’s expert cock-sucking was what had done it and I’d just enhanced the wave.
“Dude you fuckin’ freaked me out when you went in there,” he said turning to look at me seriously. “Shit bro,” he said turning back to Kent. “You too man when you bent me over like some bitch!”
“But not when my tongue was inside you?” Kent asked with a smirk. “Or Al’s after me? Not until you felt like you were being violated by his finger?”
“Dude come on! You know what it’s like for a guy’s hole.”
“And now you do too!” I interjected decisively.
Ross started to protest then looked like he thought better of it. “Best fuckin’ nut I’ve ever fucking had; I’ll own that. Not sure what it says about; I ain’t no … “
I stopped him before he could fuck-up and get the fuck thrown out of our house. “You’re a man who just learned something about his body. You’re welcome.”
He broke into a smile. “No bros; thank YOU! Holy fuck I needed that.”
“As we told you; you’ll never have to worry about needing if you don’t want to,” Kent reminded him and got up and left the room for his study.
Ross looked at me confused when I got to my feet too. “That’s it? You don’t mind you didn’t nut? Bro I fuckin’ nutted twice.
I didn’t hold back. “We fucked twice before the gym; the three of us. Then Kent and I fucked around noon when he was stressing about his work and needed to calm down. We’ll manage until Daniel comes home; then he’ll reap the benefits of this little foray with you. Unless of course you’re offering.”
He stammered and fidgeted from one foot to the other. “Oh I … “ he looked at his hand tentatively.
I saved him. “Or you’re welcome to stay for your round three when Daniel gets home and has gone without all day.”
Ross laughed. “Tempting but have to be home before wifey. Not for anything as exciting as Dan can look forward to I assure you.”
“Daniel. As we introduced him to you in the gym.” I corrected him sharply. As I said; I wasn’t holding back at that point.
“Sorry,” he said and looked like he meant it. “Daniel. I’ll remember.”
“Good boy,” I said patronizingly.
He laughed again; that time it was a laugh of abandon. “Why do I like hearing that?” he asked in a flirting tone.
“We can explore that next time,” I told him.
He laughed and then turned serious. “Not gonna lie; I want a next time.”
“No need to lie here!” I reassured and reminded him both.
“Maybe I shouldn’t say how fucking good that felt,” he said using that flirtatious tone and grin again.
“Get your shorts on and get the fuck out of here before I put more than my finger up your ass,” I joked.
Ross feigned fright as he deliberately struggled with his boxer briefs. “Go ahead; threaten me with a good time!” he joked back as he buckled his shorts.
I opened the door and he gave me a long look and focused on my chest. “Tell me about that sometime?”
“Ancient history,” I said. “Besides; this is about keeping your dick sucked and balls drained; not a fire-side chat,” and looked out through the open door pointedly.
Ross took the hint but turned on the walk. “Hey thanks! I didn’t mean to seem ungrateful about returning … well you know,” he said and made a jacking gesture with his left hand. “Anyway bro THANKS! And hope you and Ken and Daniel have a great time tonight.”
I didn’t correct him that time. His brain must still be cum-addled since he hadn’t remembered Kent’s name even after he read it in the country club directory to get our names to text us.
So … yeah another straight neighbor serviced. Wonder if we’ll really see him again or if he’ll be too afraid of his rear pleasure to make the call. Who am I kidding? They always come back for more!
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