Hardwood Hard-on

I somehow thought the “hardwood” potential (another of our private joke references that referred to the hot Lowes lumber department slut Nicky who’d offered himself to us) had faded to just those laughs we gave each other; until Saturday morning when we were finishing-up our WOD.

“I was thinking we could cruise by Lowes on our way home,” my husband Kent said as if he was commenting on his pumped guns and not suggesting we go arrange a play-date with a young stud.

My husband’s profession is words; he always chooses them in the everyday with the same care. “Cruise” meant exactly what it implied to any gay man. And Lowes being his least favorite hang-out was the rest of the bread crumbs to the true meaning of his suggestion.

One of the other guys heard us and piped up more breathlessly than Kent who sweat but wasn’t panting or gasping like most of us. “I’m finished with … that crap … for the … season.” He took a break to catch his breath again before starting the final set of push-ups. “I did … all … my own kitchen … remodel … over the … summer and … I just got no more … to give.” We had heard about it off and on; this wasn’t news. But he had a smokin’ bod and didn’t seem to own a shirt so we suffered for the sake of the visuals.

“Sure,” I responded to Kent. “Have something in mind?” I knew damn well. I didn’t mention that we were soaked with sweat and stunk from our CrossFit exertions; we had no idea if Nicky shared our appreciation for man-scents.

“I was thinking of finding some hardwood,” he said with a knowing grin.

Our workout bud snorted. “He said ‘hard wood.’ He he he.”

We all finished the WOD, slammed some (more) water, got our gear, and left out into the relatively cool early morning. As we walked to our SUV Kent asked me, “You okay with executing the hardwood option?”

“You know I think he’s one hot … “

“Bitch?”

I laughed and pulled my husband to me with the arm I already had awkwardly over his sweaty taller shoulder and kissed him. “You always know the perfect words. And damn you smell and taste awesome.” I smacked my lips.

Lowes isn’t on our way home from CrossFit or from most anywhere else; but it’s only out of our way by about six miles and we were there before we stopped sweating. We both put on our shirts which I hate getting over my sticky slick torso when I’m all sweaty and Kent seems to pull his on with his usual grace. We still stunk; and our cotton t-shirts were moist from soaking up the excess sweat off our torsos by the time we got to the store entrance.

We went in and made our way to the lumber section. As we approached that area the smell of wood I loved began mixing with my husband’s and my strong scents and I was throwing a chub in no time.

“That excited to see Nicky?” Kent noticed the activity in my shorts.

“Among other prospects.”

“Oh you’re shopping?” He threw me air quotes on that one.

“Al? Kent?” Nicky’s deep voice came from behind us and we abruptly turned; he was moving toward us looking far fresher than we were. Damn fine too in a tighter-fitting polo than when I’d first met him but a poor substitute for him shirtless and sweaty like he had been at the beach.

“Hey Nicky,” I took the lead. I knew we weren’t getting his ass until at least when he got off work and my hardening dick had plans for now or at least soon. “We were wondering when you got off today.”

Nicky threw each of us a grin before he answered; lower and with a dirty smirk, “I hope I’ll get off not too long after I get to your place!”

“Who says it’s about you getting off?” I continued to assert myself; I wasn’t leaving it to Nicky to think I was any sniveling sub to my Alpha stud hubby.

“I just know I’m not responsible for my body’s explosive reaction to servicing two hot studs,” he said with an even dirtier smirk. He also inhaled deeply and shivered just slightly. “FUCK it sucks that I work until two today! My tongue is hard thinking for the taste of you two right now.”

“Among other things,” Kent chimed in looking down at the very visible imprint of Nicky’s erection straining a pair of khaki shorts today.

“Told ya I can’t control it around hotties like you two men”

“Give me your phone,” I told him and held out my hand.

Nicky got his iPhone out of his pocket, held it up to FaceID it awake, and handed it to me. I had my phone out before he did; I’d air-dropped our contact info to his phone. I clicked to accept it on his phone and opened it to be sure it was there; it was. I handed his phone back. “Now send me your last name so I can leave it at the guard gates.”

“Fancy,” Nicky teased with a put-on inflection as he thumb-typed in and sent the text. I guess he wasn’t organized enough to just have a contact entry to share.

“We’ll show you fancy Nicky when you’ve got us as deep in that sassy mouth as you do in your slutty boy-cunt.”

I paused and realized where we were and what I’d said. Kent was trying not to laugh.

But Nick was looking like he was concerned about the vulgarity there in the store. Then he took a big breath. “Dudes you have no idea how close that filthy daddy-talk had me just then. And I went commando today so I’d be in all kinds of trouble.”

My workout shorts started to feel tighter in the crotch. I checked Kent and he was adjusting his too. That didn’t help me get my growing hard-on under control.

“Save it Nicky!” I snapped at him and looked down at the message on my phone. “Nicky Lannister? For real?” I looked at Kent and then back at Nicky. “Like Cersei?” I asked as if this name was as age-old as it was made to sound in the books and show.

“More like Jamie. At the end not at the beginning. And with both hands.”

Kent came in at that point. “More importantly with both holes that my husband has been throbbing to fill every time he saw him on screen. He’s got LOADS pent-up! You might need to find yourself a big dowel in one of these aisles and get yourself ready today so he doesn’t core you a new back-side channel!”

I was too stuck on the young stud’s darker-haired and hairier resemblance to the actor who played Jamie to react. Now that I noticed it he really did look like a younger darker version. That also didn’t help with my rampant hard-on.

Jamie errr I mean Nicky seemed in his own thoughts; his teeth were clenched. He finally spoke very slowly and quietly. “I could take my break right now and meet you in the handicapped stall.”

That pulled me back to reality. “Down boy!” I told him as gently as I could. “Another four or five hours is doable to keep you employed and us out of jail.”

Nicky looked like he welcomed the slow-down. “Yeah. Tell my junk that!” He laughed and we joined them.

“Text or call when you’re on your way later. Oh and Nicky?” He looked at me very attentively. “Make sure you’re ready; and if you can do that without washing your work sweat away … “

I let it linger and turned to walk away. I heard a low, “Yes sir!”

—— that afternoon ——

We’d had a busy day after we left Nicky. Kent works most every day during the week while I’m retired. Saturday and Sunday I generally follow his lead. He wanted to trim some of the palms and clean them up. That turned into trimming our south side yard and our lanai. Although we’d taken a dip in the pool twice we were plenty ripe again when we knocked-off after playing ball with our faithful furry buddy Sasha in the hot afternoon sun.

A text came from Nicky. Neither of us realized it had gone three pm.

“Clean where it counts. Sweaty from a busy workday. Be there in ten if you still want my holes.”

I showed Kent the text and we laughed. He did the honors via Siri to my watch.

“We’re sweatier than you are and have BIG plans for your holes. Get here.”

Nicky also replied also using Siri.

“Already on my way. Was just kidding about the ten minutes. I have my biggest butt plug in to be ready as I can.”

“I need to clean out,” I told Kent. I also had plans for that young stud’s big bulge I’d seen now a few times.

The Ring driveway alert came as I was drying my ass and legs; that douche hand-held in our wet-room was a time-saver. I didn’t bother to pull on shorts; but I put a t-shirt on to cover the racing stripes of open heart surgery scars down my torso.

Kent was headed to the front door; Sasha was there already and had obeyed the stand-down command and sat looking through the entry doors. Kent stopped as he saw me standing back in the hall. “Seriously Al? It’s not like he’s not going to see the rest of you.”

As he always did Kent had a point. I pondered pulling on shorts or losing the shirt. Just then Sasha spied the stranger coming up the front walk. I quickly pulled off the t-shirt and threw it out of sight.

Kent opened the door as Nicky got there; Sasha held his place. Until Nicky said, “Oh wow another furry stud to play with! This is likely to be my happiest place on earth! And who are you boy? Yes you!”

Sasha held in place despite Nicky getting down and nuzzling him until Kent told him, “Clear,” and then all bets were off.

Sasha and Nicky gave each other enthusiastic welcomes. Nicky had pushed a gift bag into Kent’s hand before descending to all fours himself and being engulfed in canine conviviality. A gift bag? I scoffed.

It was me who decided enough of our afternoon play-thing giving his attention to our dog. “Sasha’s place,” I said and Nicky looked up at me from the floor for the first time. Sasha walked away with a backward glance that said he was obeying because he chose to not because he had to.

“SWEET!” Nicky said when he saw me. When he was on his feet he waited a bit awkwardly.

“Perhaps we should convene in there?” Kent always had good ideas and motioned behind me tothe hall and entry to our rooms. “And?” he held out the gift bag.

“I didn’t want to come empty-handed. At least not until later!” He laughed at his own joke and Kent pulled the contents of the bag out. A large container of lube!

“You had to use it to get the plug in anyway?” Kent speculated.

“Nailed it in one!” Nicky confirmed.

“We’re going to nail you in many more than one,” I contributed.

“FUCK YEAH!”

Kent sort of herded Nicky toward me with his taller frame and the younger stud moved but also turned and inhaled with his face close to Kent. “FUCK! You smell GOOD!”

I took a step and then pulled Nicky into my naked body; I put my right arm up and guided his face to my ripe pit. I also leaned in and took a whiff of the nape of his neck. Earthy, manly, sweat and just the remnant of that strong soap I’d really started to love since I smelled it on him the first time we met and bought it for Kent at the Lowes register.

“Oh man,” Nicky exclaimed and rubbed his face in my hairy pit sucking in loud breaths like he was snorting speed. Then he licked my pit and sucked on my tuft of pit fur and I had to steady myself to stay standing.

Nicky was torn away from my pits after giving both a piggy work-over; Kent was pulling Nicky’s tank top over his head and threw it in a heap on the floor. The heap already had Kent’s t-shirt and shorts in it.

Kent gave Nicky the treatment the visiting stud had given me. He sniffed, rubbed his face in, and licked the kid’s pits; all while he did he growled and moaned appreciatively.

I on the other hand was on my knees with my mouth full of Nicky’s musky cock; his muskyHUGEcock. It was all it had promised in his pants and shorts before the reveal; and I was giving it a good work-over. Nicky’s bush was thick and dark; and my nose got a double dose of him when I shoved it into that bush and jammed his thick cock into my throat. Not rank but strong manly musk made my balls nearly combust. Nicky was cut which surprised me; haven’t we departed from hacking away boys’ foreskin for Millennials and Gen Z-ers? Or maybe Nicky was Jewish? Lannister? No clue. But he had enough foreskin left to collect a healthy dose of pre-cheesy funk that was a delicacy in itself. In truth he tasted divine.

I suddenly remembered the butt-plug. My fingers found the hilt of it and pushed hard into Nicky’s hole.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” he cried loud enough and sharply enough to startle both Kent and me; but he pushed back into it and I knew it wasn’t pain or at least not the kind of pain he wanted to stop. The butt-plug didn’t feel huge to me but every time he ground his ass back into my fingers pressing it firmly into him I tasted a big glob of pre; and he’d moan louder like a bitch.

I wasn’t certain what Kent was doing with the boy until our positions were changed by my husband had Nicky bent over and slurping his cock. Kent’s big hairy balls swung heavy and I wished they were close enough to teabag. But I was busy on my own, throating Nicky and holding that butt-plug tight as he worked himself on it; his gyrations and fucking himself on it served to have him pistoning and corkscrewing in my mouth and throat.

Nicky’s precum was flowing regularly and he was rock-hard; the helmet of his rod reamed the opening of my throat when it went in and out. All of a sudden I felt that prick get even more rigid and he was trying urgently to say something; but Kent had his mouth full and occupied and words didn’t form. And just like that his first blast shot out of that twenty-something dick of his with a force that I swear felt like it pelted the back of my throat.

The intensity of his moans matched the many shots of his sweet-tasting ball juice. He had stopped fucking himself on the plug but had his ass planted in a position putting maximum pressure on my fingers to hold it in tight. He seemed to shoot for a long time and I struggled to swallow without coughing or gagging because it was so thick and kept blasting.

“You got yourself a shooter there don’t you hun?” Kent said with a chuckle.

I couldn’t answer because I was still taking hits and swallowing desperately. But all good things must come to an end and so did Nicky’s epic release. Just as suddenly as he went off he jerked his hips back sharply and pulled himself out of my mouth and away from my leverage on the plug inside him.

But at the same time he didn’t stop sucking Kent; perhaps because Kent had the young stud’s thick black hair gripped tightly in his fingers as he skull-fucked him. I watched as Nicky’s torso heaved and his still-stiff dick dribbled while he worked his throat around Kent’s massive meat. He grabbed Kent’s balls and then increased the tension; I wasn’t sure if he thought he’d control the action that way but he hadn’t met my husband.

Kent reacted to the ball-gripping and pulling by letting out a long growl and his fingers went white as he pulled Nicky’s head into his crotch over and over. There was spit and mucous running out of the boy’s ravaged mouth; and Kent kept face-fucking him fast and furiously.

I enjoyed the show but also felt under-used. I did the reverse of a belly crawl and back-scooted and got myself through Kent’s widely-planted feet under the action and then executed a sit-up (all that core training pays-off!) and got my face in range to suck my husband’s ass when he was on the out-thrusts. The payoff was immediate.

“Yeah, EAT that hole! Suck my ass!!” he growled.

Nicky’s muffled groans became more insistent and I knew that meant Kent’s big monster dick was doing its thickening and hardening thing; he was on the way to cumming from my tongue-teasing his hairy hole. I gripped his hips to leverage myself in more and ride with his thrusts. I really got in there; and he appreciated it.

“Just like that Al! Suck my fuckin’ hole! I’m gonna drown this bitch with my jizz if you keep that up. Yeahhhhhh!”

Nicky was slurping and gagging and choking and his spit and phlegm was splattering down on my abs and groin; I held on for dear life and sucked Kent’s hole and tongue-fucked it the best I could while my husband used that mouth and throat. It wasn’t quick but it wasn’t an eternity until his thrusts abruptly stopped and I felt his glutes tense and then his hole and taint pulse when he roared. I knew he was unloading … from Nicky’s gagging it was confirmed.

Kent isn’t like Nicky and didn’t pull out suddenly or complain of being too sensitive. He kept himself inside our bitch-boy’s mouth and throat and began shorter slower strokes as he came down off his explosive release. When he finally let go of Nicky’s head and pulled out the boy sputtered and coughed but then surprised me. “Fuckin’ A dude that was intense!” he spat out and flopped back on the bedroom carpet. Another few gasps while his hard-as-nails cock swayed jutting upward. “That’s what I’m fuckin’ talkin’ about!! My buds don’t get why I like daddies; well if they knew what that was like they’d know what they’re missing. I mean DUDE you fuckin’ OWNED me! And Al man you could suck a bowling ball through a hose dude! FUCK I felt like my nuts were going to eject through my cock!”

Nicky went on but Kent talked over him. “Why did I pull out of him? It was like I uncorked it.”

I laughed and absently fondled my full balls and rampant hard-on.

“Oh sorry. I’ll shut-up,” Nicky caught on and offered. “I always get amped after I blow. I know it’s supposed to be the other way but it always works that way for me. I get this blast of energy; probably my way of processing the endorphins. I mean I can’t jerk-off when I go to bed or I’m too amped to sleep.”

“About that shutting-up … “ Kent cut in.

“Haha yeah. Sorry dude. Mind if I get some water?”

“Kitchen’s out there. You can’t get lost. Bring some bottles back for us.”

Nicky was up in a flash with all the ease of a young man’s athleticism and off. Kent reached down and gave me his strong arm and hand to help me up off the floor. He pulled me into a long kiss and groped my aching balls and rigid dick. “I taste strong,” he said with a bit of pride.

He did. His ass was not funky but ripe with sweat from our work. In other words: it was fuckin’ delicious!

Nicky bounded back in with his dick still hard and swinging about; youth! He tossed each of us a cold bottle of water. Thoughtful

He then up-ended his own and guzzled it. A bit dribbled out of the corner of his thick lips and down to his furry pec. We each uncapped and took some gulps.

“This is me being less talkative,” Nicky said with a grin when he’d finished his water.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and take care of Al?” Kent suggested and presented my hard-on.

“FUCK YEAH dude!” He reached-out and took the hand-off from Kent with two hands. “Man!” he exclaimed with no small reverence. “You’re both so hung! NICE!” he said and caressed my dick pulsing in his hands.

From him with well above/average endowment I was flattered; Kent’s cock being super-human it meant far more to me. “I bet you can get this in me if you go VERY slow!”

I was so worked-up I was throbbing. He sure knew how to handle hard wood. The way he gripped and tugged and massaged my balls was as expert. Truth be told if I shoved my rod up this stud’s man-pussy I’d be lucky to get five minutes of pumping in before I blew my wad.

I had a good angle to give Nicky’s recharged hard-on a hard THWAP. He jumped which in turn made him yank my balls harder. “FUCK daddy!” he gasped but his wicked grin said he could take a lot more.

I snarled at him, “Lay-off that ‘daddy’ shit NOW boy! Or the next one will be to those pretty balls of yours.”

“Way to reward him,” Kent dead-panned from the sidelines. Oh right; he was still there too! lol

“I can take anything you’re giving daddy,” he taunted me.

He also deliciously challenged my endurance with a tightened grip on my sac and balls and pulled to the point I thought I might have to give. I had a good angle though and gave his sac a swift underhand upward SLAP that caused him to partially double-over and take my jewels that much farther with him.

“YAW!” He yelped at the same time I swore, “FUCK!” I recovered and added, “Yeah boy you get those tanks all amped-up! But here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to fuck me; I didn’t clean out my love tunnel for nothing!”

I noticed three things. One was my forearm was slick from his pre-cum dripping there already. Two a glob of pre that could have been a full-blown cum-blast came out when I growled at him. Three he was working my shaft and head fully slicked from my own flowing leakage. And he had me working up to prematurely losing it.

I broke away and took a leap onto the bed face-first; I was just lucky I didn’t land with my kick-stand down or we’d have been in the ER instead of our lumber stud in me. I turned and looked at Nicky. “Well boy do you need step-by-step instruction on what to do? Get the FUCK up here and eat my hole until it’s wet enough and I’m horned-up enough to beg for your pony-cock.”

Kent chuckled. He was leaning against the door frame to the bathroom lazily stroking his even bigger dick. I took that bull-dick most every day so Nicky’s being nearly that size didn’t leave me any doubt I could take that.

Nicky had responded to the order and had one hand on each of my fuzzy butt-cheeks pulling them apart so I could feel the air conditioning on my hairy ring. The first swipe of his tongue wasn’t teasing; it was stem-to-stern from my taint up across my twitching hole and up to the welcome mat above my crack. “Minty?” He asked.

“Al has a phobia about being unclean back there. He douches like a maniac and then a last finger-swish with mouthwash. I keep telling him he should ask our doctor if that’s good for his love-channel but he gets easily embarrassed.”

Nicky’s face had been buried between my cheeks and his tongue was probing insistently and licking hard over my hole. He’d been moaning and growling until Kent made his final comment; then he came up for air for a minute. “Can I just say something serious for a minute?”

“Get it the fuck over with and serve your purpose!” I snapped.

“Straight up; you two are really lucky to have each other. I mean I really don’t know you but you just vibe so good and look like you have a great life. You give young guys like me who can’t get a date hope.”

Kent had crawled onto the bed and maneuvered my head to where he could shove my mouth full of his bull-rod. “Yeah we are. Thanks for noticing. Now fuck my husband!”

That time I laughed around his big meat. Nicky snapped to. “Yes sir!” and got back to work.

At some point Nicky got my balls in his grip and alternated eating me deep (his tongue was amazing; maybe he was related to Gene Simmons? was Gene Simmons Jewish?) and licking and sucking hard on my precious orbs. It helped me from getting too over-heated because he really was a bit beyond my comfort level as rough as he sucked and chewed them; the pain was a little too sharp.

I enjoyed it though anyway. Maybe I’m evolving … more. And I enjoyed blowing my husband’s funky cock; he always smells and tastes so strong after he cums. I fuckin’ love it for real.

I took a moment’s break for my jaw and told Nicky, “You gonna wait forever to fuck me boy?”

“Get on your back!” He ordered sharply. Oh my I may have started something.

I did as I was told and Kent courteously adjusted his position to fuck my face from that angle. Nicky meanwhile had grabbed the lube I could tell from the sound of it opening. Then I felt two of Nicky’s rough thick fingers pushing into me.

“Damn!” I moaned with my mouthful.

Then three fingers which might be enough for that stud pony. “You’re clean right?” He asked but only after he’d gotten lined-up and was rubbing his big slimy cock-head against my pucker.

Kent: “Completely. Want to see our latest tests? And what the fuck about you?” he delivered it all sharply.

“Hey no offense meant!” Nicky responded quickly. “Shit now I feel like a douche! I’m totally clean; I swear. I wouldn’t …”

“Just fuck my husband!” Kent issued.

And just like that he did. No finesse; just a hard jab and ripped my hole open.

“FUCKKKKKKKKK!” I howled around Kent’s dick.

“Oh, do that again. That really made my head tingle when he yells like that!”

Nicky obeyed and it was a while before I wasn’t yelling with each hard thrust. But to be complete honest he hit the right spot every time and like Kent was thick enough to have me sizzling from that first jab of his head to my spot until he scrapes it backward over it. Again and again.

I was going wild on Kent’s dick and had a one-handed grip on his balls too. I had my legs wrapped around Nicky’s narrow waist and met his thrusts and milked his dick.

“Dude! You use THAT on this hole and he’s still this tight? Man I gotta take some lessons from him to get my man-cunt in that kind of shape!”

I wanted to yell, “Guys I’m right here!” but my throat was full.

Until it wasn’t. Kent pulled out of me, got around behind Nicky, grabbed the lube, and I know he was gobbing up his rod but couldn’t see because Nicky was between us. Suddenly Nicky’s pace was interrupted and he groaned. “Ohhhhhhhhhh!”

“Seems plenty tight to me. Ready?”

“Take what you want!” Nicky challenged him and plunged back I to me hard.

“Oooomoh!” I moaned.

Then Nicky was jolted into me and I felt that fat dick of his a little farther than ever before. He screamed but in a very manly way. “Awwwwwwwww FUCK! You like that boy-cunt daddy? Aaaaaaaaaaaack!” Another jolt. “Pound me out!”

Up until that point I felt Kent slamming himself into Nicky but the young stud had been planted in me. Then he let out a long growl and began pumping me and groaning when Kent thumped into him. It took a bit but we got into a rhythm and I could leverage my legs around him and feel Kent’s furry abs behind him while we executed the choreography of men getting off.

I ground myself into that big knob inside me and along that thick veiny shaft until I was right there. “I’m gonna blow!”

Nicky was sweating and panting enough to make me feel like we’d given him a workout. “Hands-free? Seriously bro? Ohhhhhhhhhh.” Another thrust from Kent.

Kent growled, “Hold it until I say. I’m right there.”

I didn’t know if I could; I’d worked myself so close. So I concentrated on milking Nicky and immediatelyfelt him get thicker inside me. “Oh dudes! I’m right there. Oh yeah milk me. Fuck it out of me. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Kent yelled, “Now!”

I adjusted enough to nail my spot on Nicky’s head and ignite myself. Awwwwwe fuck yes!” and went into my own spasms and contortions as my load splattered my face, neck, and chest.

“Take every drop you horny slut!” Kent spat as he grunted his way through his.

I felt the heat and wetness inside me and wondered that Nicky had another bucket of ball juice after that first ten gallon ejaculation.

Kent went limp and collapsed on Nicky who collapsed on me. His hard dick was still in me and I reached around and felt Kent still in him. “Ummmmmph!” I said under the impact and weight. “The heart patient here?”

It was a joke, but Nicky didn’t know it. He wriggled out with urgency; in doing so threw Kent off to one side and the stud-boy landed on his side next to me. “I’m so sorry man. I didn’t … “

“I’m kidding,” I told him. “Not that I wasn’t a heart patient but I’m as healthy as a horse. If only I was hung like one!”

“Dude!” He reached over and gave my barely-softening hard-on a clench. “This is some serious cock here!” Again I was flattered considering the source. “I wouldn’t mind … ” he was stroking me and I felt myself getting fully hard again.

I was plenty full of myself for no-time refractory. Still, the hung Theo James look-alike naked on one side of me and the bull-hung stud otherwise known as my husband against my other side were more to the cause than my virility.

“You wouldn’t mind what?” It was Kent who asked Nicky to finish his thought.

“I think I wouldn’t mind if neither of you wasn’t hung like horses. You’re more manly and sexy than just your cocks.” He paused and when he continued his voice was very soft. “I’m thinking I may never find anyone like you for myself.”

“Okay!” I blurted more forcefully than I intended. To cover I went for humor. “Obviously we’ve worked this boy over to the point where his blood sugar is low and he’s lightheaded,” I directed to Kent. “Maybe we should get some dinner arranged.”

“Nah, man,” Nicky said and gave my hard-on a last squeeze before releasing it. “I should be going.” He got up off the bed quickly.

I was surprised that Kent agreed with him. “We understand. Feel free to clean-up in our bathroom or shower.”

Nicky declined and was already getting into his shorts. “I’m good; I’ll get out of your hair. I can clean-up when I get back to my condo in a few.” In fact he was dressed and out so fast he left his butt-plug on the floor where Kent had chucked it after he’d yanked it out of him when he fucked him.

And dear readers I will add it was in fact a fucking huge plug!

Later Nicky texted a very impersonal, “Thank you guys. I had a great time.” That was it; nothing more. Not even a cheeky ploy to return to pick-up his ass-plug.

By then my husband had fucked me hard and fast; we had reestablished the primacy of our claims over each other’s bodies. The text came in while we were in the hot tub relaxing; it was one of the first evenings where it had cooled a few degrees and gave hope that summer might be passing again.

“Are we answering?” I asked.

Kent shrugged.

“I’d really like to know what spooked him into leaving so suddenly. For that matter I’d like to know why you didn’t try to have him stay for dinner. If for no other reason he would make a good dessert.”

“The answer to both is the same,” Kent told me with an “it’s obvious” tone. “What he said about finding a man like us? And the way he caressed and looked lovingly at your cock? Been there baby; I remember well! Difference is I’ve got you; and no way I’m letting you take pity on a newer model and take him in like you did with me.”

“Hun, you know I … “

“And further you don’t thinkthe ‘dessert’ we had after he left before dinner was filling enough?”

The air quotes didn’t lessen the pointed way he asked if the roughly-executed post-Nicky coupling we’d shared wasn’t enough. I was speechless and taking my time calculating my reply.

He lunged at me across the hot tub and grabbed my dick and sack in a rough grip; his face was in mine. “Why don’t we have another helping ofdessertand this time you’re serving it up and I’m taking it.”

“Well that’s always the chef’s most enticing dish.”

If Auntie Mame’s words were true, “life is a banquet and most poor bastards are starving to death;” then Kent and I for real LIVE, LIVE, LIVE!