Neighborhood Distraction

I inhaled deeply when he walked inside; my balls suddenly had a primal ache and needed to deposit my seed in him. I got a good look at his butt outlined under his thin running shorts nearly dripping his sweat as he passed in and looked away from us and took in our house. That and the aroma of clean man sweat stoked the ache in my ‘nads.

“Your place is beautiful! Did you do all the decoration yourself?”

Kent deadpanned: “You do know we’re gay right?”

Jef turned and stepped closer; it made his sweat stronger in my breaths. While he spoke he grabbed his full package again. “I sure hope you are!”

A rivulet of sweat slid from his arm pit down his cut torso along his corded forearm. Time stood still for us there in that moment; it did for me anyway.

“This way.” My practical husband took Jef’s other hand and led the way to the hall running to our bedroom.

A cord struck that my Kent was holding another man’s hand. Another man ten years my junior with a bubble butt; a very fine butt I appraised following them but noticing Kent’s bouncing baseball player buttcheeks eclipsed Jeff’s in appeal.

We all stopped abruptly in our room. Jef asked, “Do you mind?”

Before Kent’s grin had parted to answer Jef he had squatted and was opening Kent’s shorts. Kent’s well-hung and Jef was appreciating as I stood dumbly and watched another man enjoy what I consider mine.

Kent made eye contact with me and grinned and put out his arm. He pulled me in and kissed me; and I felt Jef’s grip suddenly on my package while he slurped loudly on Kent’s dick. It took no time to turn my chubby into a fully-fledged boner but mostly it was Kent’s enflamed kiss. I don’t recall a soul kiss with my husband that has not left me hard and dripping.

Meanwhile below us Jef moaned when I felt Kent thrust into his mouth. Or it could have been the grip Jef got on my balls; I get some approval for having a nice heavy set of low-hanging balls. Next thing as my husband sucked my tongue hard in his mouth and licked his tongue all over mine was Jef getting my shorts to my knees and feeling a calloused hand fondling my freed hangers. He knew his way around a set of balls this guy; firm grip not timid and a combo of rubbing and massaging that amped my already flowing output.

We went on that way all standing for minutes. Jef’s sweat was stronger there in our room, in one place; I was inhaling it as it was a drug I was snorting.

Kent finally moved and stepped out of his shorts and went and shut the bedroom door gently behind. Jef took my hardon in his mouth with gusto and never stopped working my balls. Kent returned the steps to us; I enjoyed the swing of Kent’s mostly hard dick as he approached as much as i enjoyed the expert work Jef was doing on me down below.

Kent claimed my mouth and tongue again and we went at it hot and heavy while Jef did his work. When Kent finally threw his head back, I went at his neck and he giggled.

“We should probably warn Jef that you’re a biter.”

“What?” Jef directed his question upward and I’d lost his mouth temporarily.

“Al is a biter.” I shot my glance at Kent; but that didn’t stop Kent from pulling the collar of his polo down and showing Jef a very fresh mark from that morning. I felt Jef shiver slightly.

“You’ve seen Kent’s big dick; he’s rough and the only thing for me to do is ride it out and hold on with anything I can including my teeth.” Jef was looking up at me and met my grin. I wasn’t entirely joking.

Kent leaned over and kissed me hard again; and Jef found himself again and his mouth found my balls.

“Mmmm.”

I moaned into Kent’s mouth and snaked my other arm around his waist. In doing that I pulled Kent off balance and into Jef and nearly toppled us.

“Why don’t we take this to the bed?” Kent is always the practical one of us.

“And get those sneakers off.” That was my practical contribution.

Jef immediate apologized when he looked down and confirmed that we’d already been barefoot. “Sorry I should have asked if you wanted me to take my shoes off when you invited me in.”

Kent and I looked at each other; we could tell we were thinking the same. I said it. “That isn’t why you needed to get your shoes off.”

He didn’t waste any time. Jef was getting his second ankle sock off; like the first he placed it inside his corresponding shoe and then got up off the floor and took a few steps and placed his shoes neatly by the door. His butt was all the more inspiring when he got up and then bent down; and I looked over to see Kent’s dick like my own returning to fully hard.

When he turned around, he saw that Kent had pulled his shirt off and took a moment to give Kent’s chiseled chest a good look and smiled. In my head I thought, Here goes nothing and pulled my own off. The long ugly scar from my multiple open heart surgeries less than a year earlier was on full display.

Jef took his shorts down and off and folded the sweaty material neatly and added that to his small pile of clothes. When he turned he was fully hard. He was also stopped in his tracks when he saw me.

He approached me and said gently, “This probably isn’t where I make a joke and ask if you’re cleared for sex with two men.” At the same time he’d put his hands on my skinny chest and was running them over me gently with his fingers tracing lightly along the scar lines. “Looks like three times to me.” The last he said gently. “Maybe what five months?”

Kent answered.

“Just six from the first.” He bent in and kissed my chest. “I’m a very lucky man. It was so uncertain; but now he’s not only fine and cleared he’s also the fuck stud he was when I met him five years ago.”

Kent batted my hard dick and then laughed with joy; maybe a little pride too. Any self-consciousness I had about my body was left in the wake when Jef took hold of my boner.

“I want this inside of me. And I want to stress test your fuck studliness.” Then he smirked. “You aren’t the first husband in the club that I’ve taken a test ride on.”

Jef’s manly sweat smell was intoxicating. I pulled his left arm up and went into his wet hairy pit and sniffed and groaned with pleasure. Then I tentatively licked and was pleased to find no deodorant; I fully shoved my face in and tongued him and let my head spin with the addition of the rich taste of his sweat to the heady smell.

“Fuuuuck,” he drawled in a very southern exclamation that make the drawn out word into three syllables at least.

Kent took up place on Jef’s other pit which left me wanting for that hand that had been stroking me. He moaned and Jef exclaimed again and slumped into us both a little. His muscular torso felt strong and still slick.

“Bed!”

I’d finally insisted when the smell and taste of him and our combined grunts and man’s was all about to combust my balls.

Jef bounded onto the bed on his back with his head held over the edge. His mouth was open in an obvious invitation. I looked at Kent and he nodded me ahead; so I stepped-up and let my now sweaty balls fall on his face and mouth before he could reach and grab my dick to guide it into his mouth.

Kent went to the other side of the bed and I knew he would mount Jef first. I also made a point of examining Jef’s hardon and surrounds. His dick was rock hard, nicely average, cut and surrounded by a bush trimmed too short. I knew Kent and I were thinking the same about the pubic when I saw Kent pausing to look down. The rest of Jef’s body was spectacular; including a bulbous wet purple dick head and the body nearly as chiseled as my young buck of a husband’s.

Jef got my dick in his mouth and took me like a sword swallower while Kent pulled his legs up and pushed them back toward me. I took hold of his ankles and Lent crawled up on the bed and went into Jef’s ass face-first. Lucky devil!

I couldn’t complain; when Kent’s face made contact Jef let out a long moan around my dick which sent electrification jolts to my balls. He also snaked his fingers which had been gripping my buttcheeks and teasing my crack to push into my hole two at once when he pulled me open.

The feel of Jef forcing me open made me unsteady on my feet even though my dick was firmly in his mouth. I let go of Jef’s ankles and planted my hands on his hard chest and felt his erect nipples and flicked them with my thumbnails. That made him groan longer and his body bucked a little; both served my pleasure. My dick was electrified by those throat vibrations and his bucking and twitching made his fingers go into my itching hole.

Kent’s moans and grunts told me his amazing rimming and spearing skills were being used to maximum advantage. The puddle of Jef’s pre on his slightly furred groin confirmed the effect. Kent was again holding Jef’s legs up at his thighs; it appeared he was flailing as he thrashed around in his enjoyment.

I watched Kent raise up and felt Jef’s whimper around my dick. I was pumping his mouth and throat steadily and forcing myself not to come too soon from the double stimulation of his sucking and fingering me. When Kent aligned and rubbed his fat dickhead on Jef’s ass the effect was intense; fingers shoved deeper inside me, clench on my butt with his hands harder and more desperate sucking.

“I’ll grab a condom in a minute.” Kent was just teasing Jef a little first.

Jef surprised me by using his double bowling ball grip to move me enough to get his face free of my dick long enough to protest.

“Fuck me raw; I’m on PrEP and clean.”

It occurred to me that we’d admitted Jef without a mask and without masks of our own. To my knowledge PrEP didn’t do Jack for the Covid virus. Jef read my mind.

“And I’m a healthcare worker and tested for Covid every day. Just use me raw. Please!”

Kent responded and shoved himself into Jef’s ass hard and suddenly. His spit and pre got him in but it startled and shot pain through Jef. Jef’s scream was loud and his clench on and in my butt felt like talons. But he also struggled and successfully got my raging drooling dick to his mouth again.

“That’s it fucker. Now fuck my pussy without mercy.”

He went back to my dick and Kent went to town. I quickly forgot my objection to the word “pussy” do describe a man.

Kent’s rough jabs into Jef produced groans, moans and some screams. All of them produced vibrations around my cock added to a magical tongue; and I was nearing the breaking point.

Kent leaned forward over Jef and pounded into him like a woodpecker drilling a tree; that got more convulsions and screams. I met Kent over Jef and kissed him and felt myself going over the edge from all of it and in particular the addition of Jef’s sweaty butt smell on my husband’s face.

My body seized-up as I started and Jef used his long fingers to tease my prostate and turn my explosion into nuclear fission. I screamed out and felt the blast go from my balls through my body and out my shaft. And again. And again.

Jef was choking; I tend to shoot a lot. Kent was laughing while our mouths stayed together but weren’t capable of kissing as I writhed. And as my own orgasm went from peak intensity to a prolonged agonizing pleasure I felt Kent pounding harder and faster and felt his face tending as he drove it home.

Jef was free of my cock and coughed a little and yelled. “Fuck my fucking pussy! Use me! Oh yeah harder. Come on fill me!”

Kent’s roar drowned Jef’s pleas; he was tended and driven into Kent deep when the convulsions started.

I used both hands to hug Kent tight and claimed his mouth in a frantic kiss. He emptied himself in spasms and moans into Jef; I almost came again.

We were all sweating and breathing loud when we wilted into a heap. The smell of all three of us was heavy in the air. My husband’s sweat, Jef’s sweat. My own. A triple cocktail of man-scent that had my spent balls trying to reengage as I panted along with them. Jef’s face was buried under my sack but he’d turned enough to breathe loud.

Finally Kent started to pull out of Jef. “Wait!” I shouted.

I got off Jef and around the bed and in an awkward position got my head under where Kent’s balls hung and his cock’s root was all that wasn’t inside Jef. I licked my husband’s sweaty balls and got a taste of Kent’s buttsweat too and inhaled Jef’s sweaty balls against my eyes and nose.

Kent helped by pulling Jef up and when my tongue was licking both Kent’s root and Jef’s butt where Kent entered him he began to pull out. The taste of his long dick was better than Thanksgiving dinner; sweat, man-butt, come. When he plopped his big head free he shoved down and I got it fully in my mouth and slobbered and sucked every bit of both men’s flavor. That added to the combined come and buttslime that came out of Jef’s opened hole.

“Fuuuuck!” Jef had a limited vocabulary for sex it seemed.

Kent was giggling as I tickled his frenulum and slit the way I know drives him bonkers after he comes. He pulled free and I tongued up into Jef’s hole as well as I could without snapping my neck.

“Fuck yeah!”

I worked harder at it and felt him moving above me.

“Yeah dude get your nut.” Kent made me realize that Jef was jacking to get off.

I worked harder to lick Jef’s sloppy hole and enjoyed his repeated ‘fuck’s and gyrations. I was almost to my neck’s and core’s limit balanced in some contortionist pose with my back on the bed, head hyper extended and my feet on the floor with my butt way off when I felt his body going rigid other than frenetic vibrations as he jacked frantically.

I got myself up and got my face along side Kent’s over Jef’s stomach in time for a loud groan and epic blast of come to splash both of our faces. And another. And even a third blast before the shots and then dribbles as Jef’s vigorous pumps of his gorged dick began to slow.

He relaxed into the bed as Kent and I kissed and shared the come all over us and Jef’s sweat on his stomach and groin against our faces. I licked Jef’s dick first and made him jump and squeal; then Kent did. We tormented him until he was pulled into a ball and laughing and begging and protesting he was too sensitive.

We three finally fell back onto the bed heaped against each other. Jef’s sweaty strong scent was heaven to add to ours and to the smell of sex and cum that I imagined to be thick if we could see it.

“That was fucking amazing!” Jef’s voice was even sexier hoarse in apres-sex relaxation.

“We try to be good hosts.”

Kent added. “We have a great five-man shower.”

“No effing way!” Jef was decisive. “I want to go home and enjoy this for a while. Maybe I’ll whack off again smelling us.”

“Or ... “ I hinted.

“Or we could hang out by the pool here, have some sandwiches and maybe think of something to do later?” I said before: Kent always has the best ideas.

“I’ll warn you; I’m a thoracic surgeon and Al’s history intrigues me. I may bore you with questions about it.” Sasha picked that moment to bark outside the door to our room. “Okay maybe not.” We all laughed.

“I’ll take care of him.” Kent was up and headed to the door.

Jef got up on one muscular arm and with his opposite hand traced my scars again. Then I was surprised when he bent and gently licked the length of the scars’ line from high between my pecs to my abs ... which weren’t abs again yet despite my restarted efforts at the gym. Jef rested his head on my chest and stroked the scar on the inside of my thigh and all along the inside of my leg.

“You have nothing to be self-conscious about Al. You have an amazing body and are a handsome man.”

I didn’t have time to object or scoff. “Hey now that’s my husband you’re talking about!” Kent was back in the bedroom.

“Come here!” Kent said it forcefully; like when he’d wanted to be fucked.

Kent complied and Jef leaned up and kissed Kent’s groin.

“And you are also handsome. You two make a handsome couple. And I’d love to take you up on the pool. And particularly a sandwich and some water. You’ve really taken it all out of me.”

I didn’t say it but enjoyed the joke insidemy own head. I was pretty sure we’d put more into him than we’d taken out.