The next day, as I was leaving for work in the morning, I ran into Ellie leaving for work at the same time. We smiled, said good morning, and had some small talk. She emphasized how grateful she was for helping out her husband, and their marriage. “I couldn’t stomach the thought of him playing around with another woman,” she explained. “But with a man, no issue, and knowing it’s you guys, I feel like we’re all safe and he’s being taken care off. You guys have taken a major strain off our relationship.”
We chatted a bit longer as we walked the hallway and stairs.
“He’s planning to visit again tonight,” she said off handed. “He wore the jock to work today.” She gave me a wink and waved goodbye, heading in a different direction as we exited the building.
I texted Arjun, recounting the interaction and intel Ellie shared with me. We both waited impatiently for the workday to end and Ian to arrive for shenanigans…
…
As foretold, later that same day, Ian was back stripping off in our apartment. He stripped down to wear only his old cum-strained jockstrap. It was in the vintage style, white, thick meshy pouch, with a wide waistband and butt straps. He looked like a fit football player in it. And the white was all stained from years of shooting his load into it.
I whistled, rubbing his tented pouch. “Bro, you are working that jock. And the cum stains are hot!”
Ian, clearly growing more comfortable and confident, responded without a hint of embarrassment, “I’ve been cumming in this for more than a decade. Wish all those loads had been in your mouth though instead,” he teased, running a thumb over my lower lip, pulling it down.
I moaned softly, my cock pulsing. Both Arjun and I were naked, our cock rising to full mast.
“And Arjun here,” he said, cupping the back of my husband’s neck. “I’d love to get a load down his throat too.”
Arjun grinned, responding, “That can be arranged,” and pulled the three of us into a kiss.
Ian’s hand drifted up Arjun’s head, toying with his hair before applying pressure, pushing Arjun to his knees and pressing my husband’s face into his straining jockstrap.
Arjun moaned into Ian’s groin, mouthing our married neighbor’s constrained cock.
Ian moaned in kind, sucking my tongue into his mouth.
Arjun peeled the jockstrap pouch aside, releasing Ian’s dick, spat on it, and sucked in to the hilt, his nose in Ian’s blond bush.
“OH FUCK,” Ian cried out, breaking from the kiss for a moment before locking our lips together again and slipping his tongue into my mouth.
We continued to kiss for a while as Arjun sucked his dick. Ian’s hand eventually drifted up my neck and head, toyed with my hair, and then pushed me to my knees with my face into his crotch.
I fished his testicles out of the pouch and tea-bagged him, drawing another load moan from him.
Arjun sucking his cock, with me bathing his nuts, we jointly pleasured our married neighbor. His hands caressed our hair, necks, and faces as he moaned at our attention.
His hands then remained on our heads and kept us in place for a good ten minutes. I was able to release his nuts only to then suckle on his taint before being guided back to his nuts. He didn’t let me venture any further afield.
When his hands left our heads, we stood up, the three of us kissing again. Our three cocks swinging in-between us, knocking into each other like sword play. I then took Ian’s hands and pulled him behind me into the bedroom.
Arjun took a spot on the edge of the bed, dick in hand, mouth waiting for Ian’s eager dick. I positioned Ian in front of him, my husband immediately making his dick disappear into his mouth.
Ian’s head fell back with a moan.
I stood behind him, kissing his neck, running my hands over his body – his muscled shoulders, large sensitive nipples, toned abdomen, and smooth butt cheeks. My hands stayed there, massaging his glutes and digging my fingers into the cleft of his ass, feeling the light coating of hair that grew in there.
Ian moaned, bucked his hips into Arjun’s face, and squatted, spreading his cheeks a bit for me.
My fingers marched into the open space, hitting the bottom of his cleft. I was cupping his cheeks, palms on the glutes, fingers in the crack, and still kissing his neck.
Ian started fucking Arjun’s face, his lightly muscled glutes flexing.
I moaned, feeling his lean muscles working. My fingers began to move, exploring the crack and hitting the hole.
Ian hollored and fucked Arjun’s face harder, my husband moaning. I could just see the edge of Arjun’s arm flying up and down on his dick, jacking himself off as Ian had his way with his mouth.
Taking my hands from his crack, I traced along the straps of the jock, moving upward. I grabbed the wide waistband and slapped it back onto his skin, driving a moan from Ian. My hands traced down the straps to his taint, slapping the jockstrap onto the skin, eliciting another moan. I then slipped my hands under the straps, hooking them in the crook between my thumbs and index finger, and drove my fingertips back into his lightly hairy crack.
“OHHHH fuck,” Ian moaned, freezing for a moment, panting, before resuming thrusting in and out of Arjun’s face.
I danced my fingers around, hitting his hole again, Ian groaning and lodging his cock to its limits in my husband’s mouth.
“GGAAAA,” he cried out, his anus fluttering. I tried to poke inside, but Ian held my wrist, pushing me back so I was only on the rim of his hole.
I circled the soft flesh, Ian groaning. Arjun moaned, taking long, sluggish strokes at his cock.
I dropped to my knees with Ian picking up speed again, only using a few inches of his dick to pound Arjun’s mouth.
I kissed down Ian’s back, along the waistband of the jock, and over the curves of his smallish but toned butt. On the glutes, I licked and sucked, gently bit, and continued to kiss them. I could feel the muscles flexing with my lips and tongue. It made me moan, my dick leaking onto the floor.
I crept closer to Ian’s crack, licking down the cleft, feeling the hairs brush over my tongue.
Ian groaned and kept fucking Arjun’s face.
My hands held his cheeks, pulled them apart, and I pushed my tongue down to touch the base on his crack.
Ian whimpered, driving his cock fully into Arjun’s mouth again, humping into my husband’s face.
My tongue slipped downward. Just before hitting his hole, Ian’s hand was back, holding my head still and then gently pushing it away from his ass.
“Not my hole,” he stated flatly, nearly breathlessly. It sounded insincere, like he was trying to convince himself rather than giving me directions.
He resumed fucking Arjun’s face and I continued to pleasure his backside, working his taint, both glutes, the upper cleft of his crack, and reaching through his legs to roll his testicles around in my hand.
They were tightening firmly to his groin, readying themselves to shoot.
Arjun was stroking his cock more quickly now and reached a hand up to explore Ian’s abdomen and chest, pinching and flicking his erogenous nipples.
Ian cried out, his hands grasping Arjun’s head, forcing his mouth back and forth on his dick. Ian’s hips stopped moving and he just used my husband’s face like a fleshjack toy. Arjun relaxed his neck, tongue, and throat, letting himself be used.
Ian moaned from the sensations swarming his cock and ass. I moaned from seeing my husband submit and from the feel of Ian’s ass in my hands and in my mouth.
Ian’s moans deepened, becoming frequent.
He was close.
I bided my time, toying with his crack and the rim of his hole but not opening him up or getting my tongue in there.
With a final tweak of his nipple, as Ian drove Arjun’s face down his dick, his head pitched back in a moan, the throws of his orgasm just starting to consume him.
I parted his cheeks and dove in, tongue out, licking his hole and then piercing his anus with my tongue.
Ian screamed in pleasure and unloaded into my husband’s face, Arjun drinking the load.
“HHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,” Ian continued to moan. “FUCKING HELL!”
My tongue fucked his hole as his loins kept pumping his load. The orgasm so overwhelming him he was too lost to push me away from – or out of – his hole and instead sank into feeling. His anus fluttered and his orgasm crescendoed before quickly dissipating, his cock spent.
Ian was panting, immobile, Arjun licking the load off Ian’s meat and blew his own nut. Cum flew to land on my dick, Ian’s legs, and the floor. Arjun murmuring his moans into Ian’s flagging dick.
I stood, motioning Arjun to move back onto the bed. I then grabbed Ian with both hands and pushed him on top of Arjun so Ian’s legs were half on and half off the bed.
Climbing on top of them, squatting on Ian’s hamstrings, I spread an ass cheek open and jacked my dick, staring at his pinkish hole, shining in a sheen of my saliva.
Within a minute cum shot from my cock, aimed at Ian’s hole with a grunt from me. Six shots of thick, white cum coated and pooled at Ian’s pucker.
He moaned and added a hand to his butt, parting his other cheek, his hole on full display and an easy target for my shooting cock. I coaxed the remnants for my load out, dripping the cum into the pool.
I leaned over, sliding down his hamstrings to kneel on the floor and ate my load off his ass.
Ian moaned, his ass shaking, my tongue pleasuring and cleaning him simultaneously. “Holy fuck bro!”
Climbing onto the bed, I kissed Ian, feeding him my load.
He was taken aback at first but sank into me, running his tongue into my mouth and collecting my seed. Swallowing, he moaned, his eyes wide in shock and joy.
“Fuck bros,” he moaned, licking his lips, swallowing again. “Fuck… I can’t believe I just ate another dude’s load. And it was on my ass…” his eyes twinkled and widened further. “And you ate my hole…”
I pulled him back into a kiss and then redirected his lips to kiss Arjun, pulling him out of the mental spiral he was getting drawn into.
I grabbed a strap of his jock and let it slap back to his butt, giving the glutes a slap with my open hand.
“Hot married neighbor we have here,” I said to Arjun, winking at Ian.
We laughed, Ian’s cheeks flushing with a hint of pink.
“Coming back again tomorrow,” Arjun teased, inquiring to Ian, patting his face.
Ian gave a half smile, “Probably…”
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