We welcomed our new neighbors to the building with a bottle of wine and were cordial with each other in the hallway, making small talk when we saw each other.
They had moved into a two-bedroom, and it was clear that they took the bedroom that shared a wall with ours. We could hear them chatting from time to time. But what we found strange is that we never heard them having sex. For months we heard them chatting but never sexing. They were young, married, and newly living together. Maybe they were just quiet, not everyone was as loud having sex as we typically were. We didn’t think much of it.
Over that same time, we were looking for thirds in the neighborhood through hook-up apps. Our usual tactic of just capitalizing on random encounters had hit a slow period, so we thought we’d try being more active in our pursuits. We’d had some success. A few twinks joining us.
Then one late Saturday night we received a message from a pictureless profile. The name really intrigued us – GaySexForMyHusband – but typically we ignore pictureless profiles. Luckily, the message had pictures attached.
The text came first, reading: Hi guys. Sorry for the unexpected message and I hope this isn’t weird. But this is Ian, you’re next-door neighbor. I’ve seen you on here a bunch and am taking the plunge. Can I come over?
After the message was a picture of Ian wearing just a pair of white briefs. Thin, nearly seen through, small briefs that gave a good impression of the package and bush hiding just inside. A little bit of his blond bush poked out above the brief, sagging in the front from the weight of his package. The second picture showed his backside. A nice slim butt, framed by the skimpy fabric, just a hint of the top of his crack showing.
“Shit,” I exclaimed, showing the messages to Arjun. “We didn’t see this coming.”
“I’d like to see him cumming,” Arjun joked but also being totally serious, taking the phone from me and typing a response.
“We can’t mess around with him though, he’s married. To a woman nonetheless.”
“I just asked him about it,” Arjun replied. “But based on the title of his account, I think his wife is well aware of what’s happening.”
I reread the profile name and nodded in hesitant agreement.
Ian responded quickly: My wife made this account. Hence the name. Can I just come over; I’ll explain all of it. We are doing ethical non-monogamy.
Arjun and I looked at each other. My dick stirring.
“What the hell,” I said. Arjun’s eyes twinkled, having already invited him over.
Ian knocked on the door seconds later. His apartment was literally a step away from ours.
“Someone’s excited,” I jokingly whispered to Arjun.
I opened the door to a nervous Ian standing outside in a white tank top and mesh running shorts.
“Come on in buddy,” I said and motioned to the sofa. “Take a seat.”
“Thanks guys,” Ian said, stammering a bit, kicking off his sandals. “Sorry again.”
Arjun interjected, “Nothing to be sorry about. But we are curious to know what’s going on here.”
“Ok,” Ian said, taking a breath. “Here’s the deal. I have a high libido, like, insatiable, but Ellie does not. In fact, she barely has one at all. We only have sex maybe once a month. Which is always mind-blowing, but not nearly enough for me. We thought as she got older and felt the clock ticking to have kids, and we moved in together, that the frequency would increase. But it hasn’t. And I need more.”
He paused, taking stock of the reception. Arjun and I nodded, listening, no judgement, and he continued.
“So, we’ve been talking about how to handle the situation. We love each other and are committed to the marriage, but the sex isn’t working for me. So, she said she’s fine with me finding sex elsewhere, but only with men. She cannot handle me have sex with another woman but said I can play around with all the men I want.”
He paused again, reading the room.
Arjun and I were getting hard now, and by the looks of Ian’s running shorts, so was he.
“This is a hot situation,” I said. “So, your wife created a hookup profile for you to find men to fuck with? And you came to us?”
“Yes and yes,” he said, his cheeks flushing a light pink. “I only ever jacked off with guys before. I have no issue with gay guys but didn’t really think about them sexually. But I can only masturbate so much. I have a need to fuck around with more than my hand. So, I started exploring and saw you guys on here. And I felt comfortable reaching out since I at least know you. I am not ready to hook up with some random gay guy. I’m nervous to jump in with a guy I don’t know, well, and even with ones I do know...” He fiddled with his hands, adjusting his crotch, nervous but horny.
“Well then, we are here to help,” I said, giving Arjun a pointed look and putting my hand on Ian’s inner thigh. It was muscular, lean, and a had a little fuzz. I squeezed it, pushing my hand further up.
Ian looked down at my hand and back up at me. His bulge was clearly apparent now.
“Like I said, I’ve never done any of this before.”
“What are you interested in trying,” Arjun asked as I slid my hand up even further up Ian’s leg, a finger nestling under the mesh shorts just touching his bulge.
“I’m not sure honestly. I want to cum. You can jack me off, suck me. I’d like to fuck you,” he blurted out. I was stroking his package with my finger. His cock fully hard.
He moaned.
The drive to cum was overtaking his inhibitions.
“I just need to nut inside someone.” He turned back to me, voice stronger, more composed now. “You can feel me, I’m raging hard. My cock just needs attention.”
I pushed the mesh shorts away and put my hand completely on his underwear clad cock, stroking it through the fabric.
“Well, you came to the right place. But we will want to nut too,” I said.
Ian was moaning and pushing his dick into my hand. “Fuck dude, I’m willing to try different things. Just make me cum.”
I dropped to the floor and pulled his shorts off while Arjun pulled him in to make-out.
Ian’s cock was 6.5inches and leaking some precum into the thin white brief. He wore the same underwear from his photos. It looked hot on him. His blond pubes poked out above the thin waistband. The precum made the thin white material translucent. I could see that he was cut.
I pulled the fabric down, his cock bounced to attention and his balls flopped out. Sensually, I stroked his cock. Slowly down the shaft, and slowly back up. Running my palm over his angry red glans. And back down, repeating the motion.
Ian moaned and bucked his hips into my hand, leaning hard into the make out session with Arjun.
While continuing to jack his throbbing cock, I licked his head and then sucked on his testicles.
He moaned loudly, his tongue pushing into Arjun’s mouth.
More juices leaked from his cock as I continued my treatment.
I licked up the front of his meat, swirling my tongue over his head, and swallowed it whole.
“Fuck,” Ian yelled. Breaking from the kiss, his hands grabbed my head and he hammered his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he yelled, caught up in the moment, fucking my face.
I pushed his hands away and took his cock from my mouth. “Easy there or you’ll cum too quickly. And possible gag me, which I’m not into.”
I stroked him gently, keeping the pleasure going but helping him to relax.
“Sorry. It just feels so fucking good,” he moaned. “No one has sucked my cock in months, and no offense to Ellie, but she doesn’t suck cock like that. I’m fucking raging horny and won’t last long no matter what you do.”
“No one sucks dick like a gay guy,” I winked at Ian. Then, looking at Arjun, “Maybe we should make this quick with a sensory overload for him.”
Ian moaned in anticipation. His cock throbbing, vigorously nodding his head, “Do it guys!”
I resumed sucking his dick, harder and faster now. Arjun tucked Ian’s tank top up over his head, exposing his huge, pointy nipples.
Arjun pinched them and Ian screamed in pleasure.
“Fucking love nipple play,” he said. “Ellie rarely touches them though.”
Arjun sucked on one nipple while playing with the other.
Ian squirmed and moaned in pleasure.
I pulled his brief down more, stretched across his thighs, spreading his legs. Toying first with his testicles, they were tight against his body. I moved down, massaging and slapping his taint all while continuing to suck his steely cock.
His moans grew louder and more persistent. I tugged at his testicles and pulled them back from his body. They immediately rebounded.
I sucked sloppily on his cock. More blood flowed in and it expanded in my mouth.
I moved my fingers to their final alignment and massaged his taint and testicles simultaneously, Arjun biting gently on a nipple, hard pinching the other.
“MMMOOOOOOOOOOOAAA FUCK,” Ian yelled, bucking his hips into my mouth and exploding. Hot, liquidy cum sprayed out of his cock and splashed into my mouth. It was very watery and in significant quantity. Much of it drained down the sides of his dick as I kept bobbing on his rod and soaked into his briefs. It was too liquidy to swallow easily, but I managed to get some down my throat.
Ian bucked his hips a few more times into my mouth and relaxed.
“Fuck. That was awesome,” he sighed.
I kept sucking on him.
Arjun popped off his nipple just quick enough to say, “Looks like you aren’t done yet.”
In fact, Ian’s cock was still rock-hard, and his nipples were now even more sensitive.
Ian was squirming. “Fuck dudes. It’s too much.” Oscillating between labored breathing and ragged moans, his tortured cries of pleasure egged us on.
My fingers pushed against his taint and pulled his tight testicles back down, holding them away from his groin. The skin on his cock stretched out and accentuated the sensitive areas as I sucked him off.
“OH fuck,” he moaned. He started bucking his hips into my mouth again.
I stopped actively sucking him and slapped his hips.
Ian stopped moving, not knowing what to do.
Arjun again popped off his nipple just long enough to give him direction. “Fuck my husband’s face.”
Ian, a bit uncertain, smiled and slowly started pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.
I held tight to his testicles and flicked my fingers gently against them and his taint.
Arjun changed the nipple he was sucking on.
Ian lost his uncertainty, his horniness regaining control, and he began fucking my mouth with abandon. His hands back on my head, controlling me, hammering my mouth.
Within seconds of this mosaic of pleasures Ian’s cock expanded and again sprayed my mouth with liquidy cum. His briefs now drenched in his loads.
I pulled off his cock and tucked it inside his cummy underwear. He was finally softening. Sinking into the sofa, Ian relaxed.
Arjun and I stood over him, one leg anchored to the floor, the other kneeling on the sofa. We pulled out our cocks, beat them furiously, and quickly came all over him and his briefs. Our thick, heavy loads clung to his wet briefs and got stuck in his blond bush.
“Holy shit guys,” Ian said, poking playfully at our mixture of cum. “That was fucking hot and bizarre.”
“Hopefully you’ll want to come back,” I joked.
“You won’t be able to get rid of me,” Ian shot back, rubbing our cum into his briefs before pulling up his shorts for the short walk home.
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