“Good form!”
I heard the loud deep-voiced fellow American accented compliment over Tami Nielsen in my ear-buds and turned into the source. “Damn!” It slipped from my lips as I gazed upon a built specimen easily qualified to be called “daddy” while likely still my junior in age but equal in brawn.
He grinned at my inadvertent compliment. “That was my first inclination for an opening comment; I chose the compliment to your form in the event that such a compliment to your appeal might be met with less than enthusiasm.”
His speech was tantamount to formality in a world of sub-par literacy and acronymed articulation; it went straight to my balls and dick in my sweaty jock-strap. I adjusted myself as a reflex and then felt a blush as I realized I’d done it; I wasn’t sorry. I flashed a glance to my husband and boyfriend on the other and of the row of machines opposite; they were lost in their own pump.
His bright blue-gray eyes flicked to my hand movement and then back to meet mine again seeing my look and following my gaze briefly. I realized that I hadn’t responded and felt my flush increase but he spoke first. “I’m experiencing a similar reaction.” His big hairy hand went to his own well-packed crotch and adjusted its contents as he gazed steadily at me with that grin; I saw it again when I finally tore my eyes away from below his waist.
I got some grip on myself and rose from the bench where I’d been doing flys. Stepping toward the bench where he’d been doing curls he rose and faced me. Our hands were out and we shook like gentlemen from my generation still do.
“Al Sherbourne.
“Gray Bingham; Chicago.”
”Florida. Jacksonville,” I said feeling the heat of his grip travel into me.
Our hands-shake was firm and sweaty like the rest of us and neither of us seemed to mind the moisture. We stood eye-to-eye with each other and our hands remained clasped.
”Warmer there to go home to than Chi-town.” His reference to Chicago that way made me think of something someone told me; that people who use those references are rarely natives of the town they’re nick-naming. I wanted to go native on him; or him on me.
“Getting pretty hot in here all of a sudden,” I observed still laser-focused on his light bright eyes.
We both finally looked down to our hands and then back to each other’s faces. “One of us should take the initiative to release,” I said choosing my words deliberately.
His thick ginger eye-brows raised and his smile widened. “I won’t deny that my week and a half of traveling has left me needing a good release.”
That stoked my smile. “I bet you were looking for more than a hand-job,” I said and glanced with a momentary smirk to our still-clasped hands.
His laugh erupted and boomed around the expansive gym bringing many heads turning our way. Still our hands stayed clasped with equal grip from us both. Then he took a step closer and threw his strong left hand onto my shoulder. I could smell his sweat I’d been enjoying even stronger and could now smell his minty breath too. “A handsome stud who can banter, quip, and deliver innuendo? It’s no surprise you’d be taken.”
“You’ve either seen my husband and-or boyfriend or are presuming from my wedding ring,” I told him lest there be any question and pointedly looked to my side in an attempt to glance at his left ring finger.
He smiled at that and didn’t move. “The ring. And to be explicit it does not surprise me that you would have two adoring men as partners.” My flush intensified again. “Would they object to my overtures? I certainly would if I were in a relationship with a worthy stud such as yourself.”
I thought of many come-backs; from pointing-out that neither of us was wearing boots as the blarney rose around us to his many assumptions about my relationship and virility. But my dick and balls kept me to task. “Only if they can’t share in the fun,” I said in a lower and very suggestive tone.
His eyes again widened and he squeezed my hand tighter for just a moment. “Are they here?” he asked not looking around to speculate.
On cue both Kent and Daniel materialized behind me. Possessively they were close and I felt Kent’s strong hand on my other shoulder. “Introduce us to your friend, Al?” he said.
“This is Gray,” I dutifully said and still held his hand. “Gray, this is my husband Kent,” I told him with a cock of my head to my left. “And our boyfriend Daniel,” I added.
When Gray released my right hand it felt like loss. They all shook; Kent and Gray first and obviously taking measure of one another. Then Daniel and Gray. “Right pleased,” Daniel said in his unmistakable Aussie strine. Another term I’d learned; in this case for a thick Aussie accent and down under vocabulary.
Gray responded enthusiastically. “A local then?”
Daniel laughed. “A Sidneysider. But I’m practically a Seppo now.”
Gray looked confused and Kent translated. “Daniel emigrated from Sydney and lives with us in the United States.”
My dick again kept me on track. “Are we socializing or cruising?” My free right hand adjusted myself again.
“How much more to your workouts? I’d like to do another two sets each on arm,” Gray said.
“About the same,” I added.
“We can grab our post-pump cardio upstairs,” Kent threw-in. “Let’s make this quick.”
Gray, Daniel, and I agreed and made quick work of it. Less than five minutes later we were breathing hard in the hotel elevator with a straight couple who weren’t fans of sweaty men and a bellman who obviously was. We’d brazenly discussed your room or ours when we joined the couple and the hotel employee. The suite we’d splurged on was on the top floor overlooking Treasury Gardens and Fitzroy Gardens off our spacious terrace; Gray made a comment about the city views but turned quickly as he pulled his soaked t-shirt over his head. “The real view is right here,” he said and eyed us hungrily.
Hot thick muscle was blanketed by ginger fur; in other words he was a hunk of epic proportions. When he shed his workout shorts and compression briefs in one shove we saw his real epic proportion. “Bonza!” Daniel said gaping. At least seven inches and not yet half-hard from my vantage point; an exceptionally fat cut head crowned the long above-average-thickness member and a dense bush surrounded its base.
We were getting out of ours too and Gray liked what he saw. “Fuck dudes those are gonna hurt,” he said to me and Kent particularly.
“‘Spose that tells us whose bung-hole is getting the stretch,” Daniel said with obvious disappointment.
“Boy you want this?” Gray asked and brandished his member lewdly.
“Sir I do!” Daniel said immediately.
“Who am I to deny a request from one of my hosts?” Then when the response had settled, “Well go on boy! Get to work!”
“C’mon,” Kent said forcefully and led us to the bedroom.
We enjoyed watching as Daniel buried his nose in Gray’s furry ginger bush, inhaled, and groaned. Gray groaned as Daniel hefted his heavy hairy balls and rolled them as he nuzzled the stiffening shaft. When he licked the cleft under the head Gray moaned and said, “Fuckin’ suck it already!” and Daniel took the whole of him suddenly and obediently; that moan was long and louder.
“He’s stunning,” Kent murmured with his arm holding me tight around my shoulders. He wasn’t talking about our guest; our boy IS stunning.
I rubbed my husband’s sweaty abs lovingly and told him, “As stunning as my husband.”
I don’t remember much the effect Daniel’s blow-job had on Gray after that; Kent and I were on each other on the bed as the action continued next to it. I had Kent to the edge quickly as we sixty-nined and I had no problem with mercilessly catapulting him over the edge and sucking down every potent drop of his load while he shouted around my own dick and writhed and spasmed through his release.
“Holy heck that was red hot!” Gray’s exclamation brought me back into the broader scene. “Boy is that what you want or do you want me in that hole? Decide quick!” Gray warned.
Daniel let Gray’s veiny slicked rod and fat knob slip from his mouth as he leaned back; to steady himself he took hold of Gray’s heavy sac and caused Gray to grunt loud and look alarmed. “One way to slow the burn!” he choked out.
Daniel rolled Gray’s bluing balls and tormented him some as Gray’s knob dripped pre-cum onto his forearm. With his other hand he scooped the pre off and reached around to lube himself. “A smidge more and it’ll be smooth sailing,” he said up to our studly guest.
“How ‘bout I make-up the difference in spit and get to the good part. Get up on that bed with that ass of yours in the air.”
Daniel released Gray’s balls and then gave them a playful smack. He said, “Fair dinkum!” as Gray yelped and he scrambled up with us and got his knees on the edge.
“FUCK I’m gonna make you yelp,” our guest threatened and came up between our boy’s feet, spread his cheeks with strong hands, and spat a wad into his hole. Without further ado he held his throbbing dick and shoved it into Daniel’s hole with one thrust and went balls-deep.
“FUCKIN’ OATH!” Daniel cried.
Gray held in that position. “SO hot and tight!”
“You having an arboretum snooze or running the ferret?” Daniel snarled and wiggled his impaled bubble butt. “Go on then!” Gray took the cue and tightened his grip on Daniel’s hips and went to town. “Bonza!” Daniel cried in affirmation.
Gray pounded our boy hard but not for long; he was building-up to his release fast and obviously furiously. “Fuck man! I’m so fuckin’ close already. This tight pussy has me … “
“Go on,” Kent urged him. “My turn next. I’ll remind our Danny what it’s like to be fucked by someone who lasts!”
I was taken aback but also turned-on by my husband’s bravado. But I wasn’t the only one. “Can’t … help … ittttt!” Gray moaned and slammed one last time deep inside our boy eliciting a gutteral grunt from him. Gray’s breath caught and then he let forth a long sigh and a few grunts of his own as he shot his load in our boy.
“Too right!” Daniel exclaimed enthusiastically and fell forward off Gray’s cummy dick.
“FUCK!” Gray exclaimed and then panted.
“My husband has a cock that needs draining,” Kent told Gray. “Get on it!”
“He’s huge!” Gray said with no small amount of trepidation.
“And he’s an amazing fuck. AND he’s gonna fuck YOU while I go my second round with Danny. Now get that fuzzy ginger hole on Al’s rod!”
Gray’s eyes flashed but his look betrayed his arousal. He turned to me. “How do you want me, sir?”
I moved and told him to get on his back beside Daniel who Kent was flipping over and bringing his ankles to Kent’s broad shoulders. “Pass me the lube from over there,” I said to my husband.
Kent yanked open the drawer on the far side of the bed and tossed me the lube which I caught like it had been scripted.
“Thank Christ!” Gray exclaimed as I squirted a healthy amount onto my fingers. Then he grunted as the cool gel was smeared around his opening and my first finger found its way in.
He wasn’t exceptionally tight but had a difficult time with my second finger. I used the tried and true method and massaged his love nut and got him moaning and pushing into it for more. Three fingers all the way in him and he was begging for it. “Fuck man! Just get in there!”
Meanwhile Kent was pounding Daniel with force and speed; Daniel was moaning and thanking and begging for more. I lined-up and pushed inside Gray’s resistant ring without too much effort; but his screaming told a different story.
“YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKES!”
“Too much for ya?” Kent taunted him.
“Holy shit it’s big. I feel so fuckin’ full!”
“Want me to go easy on you?” I asked holding position.
Gray took a big breath and felt his tensed body relax around me. “I want this!” he said and moved enough back onto me to confirm it.
“Of course you do!” Kent said as he pounded our boy. “You’re not leaving until we’ve all had a go at you!”
Gray’s eyes were wide and his nostrils flared. But his body was pushing into my thrusts. “You fuckin’ want it bad,” I taunted him.
A loud intake of breath. “I fucking need it.”
“You need cock.” I jabbed into him hard and fast and he gasped and groaned with a blissful face.
“I need it bad,” he moaned. I want you to use me as your fuckin’ cum-dump and leave me knocked-up!”
“Al’s cum could knock-up a sterile woman!” Kent chimed-in while railing out boy hard enough that he was nearly screaming with pleasure and pain.
I wasn’t sure where that came from; both my husband and our boyfriend blow bigger wads than I do any day. But I was getting close; it was no time to over-analyze the fuck-talk.
“You want it?”
“Fuck I want it. Deep inside me. Come on stud give it to me.”
Unexpectedly his channel began to clench around my dick; the milking effect pulled me over the edge. “Oh holy fuck that’s one talented cunt!” I heard myself saying in a tone I only barely recognized as me. “Milk it out of me; just like that. Work for it! Show me you want it!”
A further surprise; he reached under and grabbed my sac and pulled hard as he squeezed.
“FUCK!” I shouted and drove into him brutally. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” I swore as his grip ignited me and I felt the explosion in my groin. “Fucking TAKE IT!”
“Oh fuck man you’re so fuckin’ thick dude! OH FUCK I can fucking feel it blasting so fucking hard!”
I could feel it too; my body convulsing as each blast of my cum-load pumped into him forcefully. And his grip never faltered; not with his hand and not with his chute holding me deep and tight inside him.
Kent had erupted too. “Yeah Danny. Another load to fill up our boy. Fucking TAKE IT!”
Daniel was squirming and moaning. “So much more!”
But right when he might have offended our guest with the comparison to my husband’s gargantuan dick and massive load Gray was grinding on me. “Fuck I’m right there!” he warned or advised.
Looking back at him his eyes were wide and just as I did he started to shake. He wasn’t touching himself; he had his hands knotted in tight grips on the bed-cover. His hips were grinding on my still-hard dick inside him. One last “Ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuck!” and his veiny dick suddenly lurched and then a huge blast rocketed out with its trajectory about a centimeter from my nose and forehead as it arced over his head. “FUCK! Did you fuckin’ see that?” he gasped amid spasms and quickly emitted another less forceful volley. “My second time in a row!”
I knew he meant his second release as his second blast plopped on his hairy chest and was followed by another on his sternum and abs. He hadn’t stopped grinding on my dick; or it was just his spasms I wasn’t sure. All I was sure of was that this upper-middle-aged guy (does anyone live to 110?) had just shot his shot and was still completely hard inside this stud’s writhing butt. Damn proud of myself! Yessiree!!!
Kent remaining hard and ready was nothing to advertise. “Let me at him!” he said with a devilish tone and dismounted out boy and pulled me away from Gray.
“Fuck you’re serious? That thing is fuckin huge!” our guest protested but didn’t move as Kent got between his knees and yanked one ankle high into the air.
“Look at that gaping cunt! Piece of cake!” Kent said and pushed.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! JESUS!”
“I’m fucking YOU!” Kent shot back as he passed Gray’s remaining resistance and drove in deep.
“Holy fuckin’ heck!” Gray gasped.
“You fuckin’ love it!” Kent told him.
“I’ll love it … if I live through it! Feels like my insides are tearing apart!”
Kent pulled back until Gray’s pucker was barely on his head. “Not a fuckin’ drop of anything but cum and pussy juice. You’re fine!” My husband told him and resumed driving into his depths.
“CHRIST!” Gray moaned and sucked in loud breaths with every slam into him.
I was on my ass with my back against the sky-high leather head-board and Daniel crawled up and wrapped himself against me and nuzzled my neck. My arm found its way around him and I held him close as we together watched Kent rail Gray furiously and Gray curse, cry out and moan. “I love you both so much,” Daniel said into my ear and held onto me tight.
I kissed his sweaty forehead and inhaled his sweat; so uniquely him. “We’re the luckiest men on the planet Daniel.”
“We three,” he murmured.
Meanwhile Grant was making a show of it as Kent railed him with complete abandon. “Keep screaming bitch; you’re not fooling anyone. This is what you wanted before you found the balls to talk to Al down in the gym.”
“Ooooooomph! OH FUCK! Aaaaaaaargh!”
“Use your fuckin’ words and own the fuck up to it! You’re a whore for cock. You should apologize to Danny for insulting him by fucking him when you weren’t worthy of his hole or any real man’s hole with that nub you call a dick!”
Sometimes Kent can get carried away; I was thinking this was one of those times. But of course I was wrong.
“I’m just … a hole … for … real … men. I apologize … for … subjecting … him to my … inferior … man. hood. I’ll gladly … apolo … gize! FUCK MAN RIGHT THERE! OH FUCK HOW … “
But Kent had found his spot and Gray was shaking again and either having a seizure or about to cum again. Kent fucked him through it and the spurts were less in force and volume but Gray’s body wracked as he jolted and grunted through it.
“Tight fuckin’ cunt on him when it gets working!” Kent called over his shoulder. “One of you get me over the edge?”
I looked down as Daniel looked up with a greedy look but he surprised me when he said, “Come on daddy!”
Daniel scrambled between Kent’s hairy legs and got his swinging balls into his mouth. He sucked hard and Kent grunted, “Fuck yeah babe!”
I came to Kent’s side and kissed his neck; then I met his lips when he turned to me. “Mmmmmmmm,” he moaned as we sucked face.
It took no more than a couple of minutes and Kent was huffing. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” he finally moaned into my mouth as his body went rigid and I felt his tension erupt and his hips grind in deeper.
“Oh heck yeah!” Gray cried as my husband filled him.
I wrapped my arms tighter around Kent and kissed him ravenously as he came through his release. “God I fucking love you Sherbourne!” he said when I released his lips. “And the boy driving my balls insane; get the fuck up here!”
Daniel did so immediately and we three-way kissed passionately.
“Now fuck this cock-whore and finish him off!” Kent ordered Daniel.
I looked and Daniel was fully hard and dripping; Kent does that to us!
Kent slapped Gray’s ass-cheek HARD and our guest yelped and jumped. “Perfect ass for fucking; perfect hole for seeing. Go on Daniel; he’ll tighten up and make it good for you.”
Daniel mounted Gray and didn’t do much shove inside him as drop into his gaping hole. And as Kent predicted his hole contracted around Daniel who moaned. “He really is clenching-up!”
Daniel’s dick being about half the girth of Kent’s that would certainly be a feat. Yet as we inspected the hole where Gray was being drilled enthusiastically by Daniel it was clear his ass-lips were gripping Daniel tight on the in-thrust and out-stroke.
“Sooooooo good,” moaned Gray. He was lost in the zone; what he loved.
Kent reached down and slipped two thick fingers inside Daniel, deftly found his spot, and our boy jerked hard. “Stone the crows!” Daniel shouted. “Fuck daddy you know … BLOODY OATH don’t stop!” he shouted as Kent gave his prostate another jab apparently.
I moved enough to wrap my hand around Gray’s again-straining dick. “Hell I can’t go again!” he huffed. His dick felt like a lead pipe and his balls pulling-up immediately told a different story.
“FUCK that’s hot!” Daniel said as he drilled Gray and gyrated as Kent worked his magic button.
“God I am gonna … “ Gray shouted and tensed severely then broke into intense shudders first and then near convulsions. His dick was throbbing in my hand but only drops were emerging despite wracking throes as he jerked and thrashed.
“Cor it’s like a milker!” Daniel cried. “I’m gonna spoof!”
Then he was sucking in a long breath and his back went rigid planted as deep as he could get inside Gray and let loose himself.
Our bedroom stunk in the most enticing way possible; the miasma of male scent had my every sense aroused. The feel of Gray’s slightly cummy deflated dick in my palm, the heat and sweat of his abdomen against the back of my hand and wrist, the sounds of the two of them panting and catching their breath, Kent’s sweat and cum, my own sweat, Daniel’s …
Kent got an arm around each of us when Daniel pulled out of Gray who whimpered as his again-slackened hole was left empty. “Best vacation EVER!” he said kissing each of our sweaty faces.
“Say that again,” Gray said looking up at us but laying inert.
“Shower?” I asked; though in truth I’d just as soon lazed in the scents wafting around and from us.
We all went and Gray took the lead lathering each of us and seeing that we were thoroughly scrubbed. We all returned the favor and then went to steam mode in the big suite’s massive shower and relaxed until we’d sweated away the clean and had to shower again. The second round was more functional and quicker.
Gray’s sweaty gym clothes didn’t leave with him; we gave him some clean from mine with the proviso that he’d wear them to the gym the next morning and trade them back when they were sweaty.
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