The next Monday, a week before Labor Day, my phone rang while I was driving to visit a client’s office. The caller ID said it was Clint.
“Guess what?” he asked as I answered the phone. “Sonia and the kids are visiting her parents this coming weekend, and I’ll have the house to myself. They plan to head out early Saturday morning!”
“Guess what?” I replied. “I was just about to call you to let you know that Trish is taking our kids and going to her parents for a few days for the long weekend. They’re leaving Friday evening.”
“So, you’re telling me we’re both going to be bachelors this weekend?” Clint asked, the smile evident in his voice. “Whatever will we do to pass the time?”
“I’m sure something will come up!” I retorted, proud of my inuendo.
“Up your asshole!” He laughed into the phone.
We made a plan to hang out all day on Saturday, after his family got on the road. I found it odd that I felt giddy, like a young school girl, because I was getting to hang out alone with Clint on Saturday. I couldn’t believe that me, a straight married dad of two, was making plans to have sex with my next door neighbor (and looking forward to it)!
The weekend finally arrived. Trish and the kids loaded up the car after the kids got home from school. They set off for her parent’s house, about three hours away. I spent the evening relaxing, watching TV, and some porn, to pass the time. It was nice to be alone in the house for a change, and I took advantage, lounging naked while watching TV, snacking, drinking beer, and just generally being a lazy slob. I knew I would need to clean everything up before they returned on Monday, but it felt great to not have to worry about it that night. I finally went to bed about 11, and ended up sleeping in the next morning until almost 10 am! When I awoke, I noticed my phone home screen was lit up with several text messages. The first was from Clint, letting me know his family had left and he was awake and available whenever I wanted to come over. Another text was from my wife, just saying good morning. I replied to her text, echoing the good morning and letting her know I was going to hang out with Clint this afternoon.
I got up, took a shower, got myself ready, and texted Clint to let him know I was up and about to head over. Almost immediately, he texted back, with: “out by the pool already, come on and be ready to swim.” I grabbed my swim trunks and put them on with a t-shirt, and then walked over to Clint’s house. Since he was at the pool, I skipped the front door and walked around to the side gate, letting myself into his backyard.
As I stepped around the house, the sight that greeted me was amazing. Clint was climbing the steps out of the pool, dripping wet, and completely naked. He looked like the beginning of a porn film. I could imagine him in slow motion, slinging water from his head, and then turning to me smiling. I was taken with his amazingly powerful body and the massive tool that was swinging freely between his legs. I stood there staring for a moment until he rhetorically asked, “You like what you see?” The growing bulge in my swim shorts was proof enough that I did like what I was seeing.
“Come on in!” he said. Though it was September, the day was warm, and their pool had a heater to keep the water at a comfortable temperature. I made my way over to a deck chair to put my stuff down, and took off my shirt. Clint wolf whistled as my torso came into view, and I chuckled at his antics. I paused, unsure of whether to join Clint in skinny dipping or keep my shorts on. Clint saw my hesitation, and made the decision for me. “Lose the shorts!” he said. “Today is naked bachelors day!” I dropped my swim trunks as well, and stood there in Clint’s backyard, in broad daylight, buck-assed naked.
Clint walked over to me, picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, then walked us over to the pool and tossed me in. He jumped in after me, swimming up to me and grabbing me in a bear hug in the water. He pulled back, smiled, and said, “You ready for a bachelors’ day?” As I nodded, he grabbed my face in his hands and pulled me in to a deep kiss. I grabbed onto his shoulders and felt my body surrendering to him once again.
After we made out in the pool for a couple of minutes, Clint pulled back, and with a mischievous grin, grabbed me up and tossed me down in the water. His mood was playful, and his actions began about an hour of horseplay in the pool between the two of us. It almost felt like we were kids just having a great time together, goofing off and playing around. The only difference was we were grown men, who were playing naked, and we were both hard the entire time.
Finally, after we were winded from wrestling in the pool, Clint laughing said, “Enough foreplay, it’s time to get down to business!” With that he grabbed me up once again, and walked up the steps out of the pool and toward a lounge chair. He seemed to love picking me up and carrying me as much I loved him doing it to me! He swung me around so that my head and torso were hanging down over the front of his chest, and then when he stopped, he maneuvered me further down until my face was confronted with his cock. He was standing, holding me upside down with my legs bent over his shoulders. We were in a standing 69, and I took his cock in my mouth. As Clint’s cock entered my mouth, I felt the warmth of his mouth envelope my own hard cock. Each time we were together, I was amazed at how erotic it felt to be in his arms, and today was no different. I was powerless to be anywhere but hanging upside down on his chest, bobbing up and down on his thick cock, pleasuring him.
Clint moved from my cock, to my balls, and down to my ass, eating me out and getting me wet with his spit as I sucked him. Finally, after about 5 minutes, he gently began lowering me down, my hands grabbing the chair. He lowered me until I was on my hands and knees on the chair, and then he stepped up behind me, pressed his cock against my hole, and pressed in. I gasped in pain as once again his huge cock burrowed into my guts. He leaned over me, reached under the chair and grabbed some lube he had hidden there, and added it to his cock as he pressed further in. The lube helped ease the way, and soon he was balls deep in my ass once again, both of us naked in his backyard. I felt so dirty, and yet so turned on! I was having sex outside, with another man! I had the funny thought, “I hope I don’t get a sunburn on my ass! That would be difficult to explain to my wife!”
As he was pressing in, Clint began once again his barrage of fuck-talk that kept me turned on. “Yeah,” he groaned as he was sliding in, “give me that hole!” “That’s the pussy I’ve been waiting for!” I couldn’t believe that my nice next-door neighbor was capable of such filthy talk, but he was a master at it, and I was loving it.
Clint fucked me doggie for about 5 minutes before he pulled out and pulled me up and off the chair. He then sat down in the lounge chair, his legs sticking straight out and his torso leaning back. His dick was jutting straight up. He looked up at me and said, “It occurs to me that I’ve been doing a lot of the taking in our sex. I need to know you want this as much as I do.”
“I keep coming back…” I started to reply, before he cut me off.
“I know that!” he interjected. “But I need to know you love the fucking as much as I do. So come sit on it. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I realized in that moment he was right. I could write off everything that we had done thus far as him seducing me, him taking my ass. I could even pretend to be innocent in the whole affair. He had taken me, and he was powerful enough that he could have forced me. But if I sat on his cock, I was admitting to myself, and to him through my actions, that I wanted his cock in me. If I impaled myself on him, I couldn’t be innocent.
I looked at Clint for a moment, then stepped over the chair, straddling his lap as I stood over him. I began to bend my knees, lowering myself toward his cock. He grabbed my left wrist to hold me steady as he said, “Reach back with your hand and put my cock against your pussy! Put me in you! Show me how much you want me!”
I reached back with my right hand, grabbed his dick, and lined it up with my hole, lowering myself further and sitting on his cock. The head popped in, and then I just sank down on it, sitting all the way in his lap. I was amazed at how easily it had slid in from this position. Clint released my hand, grabbed my face and pulled me down for a kiss before he leaned back and said, “Alright, bitch. Now fuck yourself!”
I began raising up and lowering myself down, gaining speed as I went. The feelings of euphoria as his cock rubbed across my prostate began to radiate through my body, and I threw my head back as the pleasure of the moment overtook me. I could hear myself groaning and telling him to “Fuck me!” as I bounced on his cock.
For his part, Clint sat there, leaned back on the chair, his massive arms folded behind his head, watching me deliriously fuck myself on him. His face alternated between a smirk and a furrowed brow, both enjoying the fuck and concentrating on watching me volunteer myself as his bitch. I was lost in the moment, feeling his cock move in and out of me, as I moved myself atop him. For the first time, I was actively participating in our sex. I was enjoying the pleasure because I was not only giving myself to him, but I was doing the work in my deflowering. I was being fucked because I was fucking myself on him.
My legs finally began to tire out, and I sat down fully on him and leaned in to rest for a moment while making out with him. He returned my kiss, his hands pulling my chest onto his as he grabbed me into a hug, holding me against him as we kissed while he remained still, fully in me. I had never felt closer to Clint than this moment. It was passionate and tender and intense and beautiful.
In the midst of that beautiful moment, however, I heard the most terrifying sound I could have imagined: the voice of another man who said, “Well, what do we have here?” I pulled back from kissing Clint, to look up into the face of a UPS man, standing nearby. He had come around the house to see if Clint was home to sign for the delivery of a package he was holding, and had clearly been watching long enough to know what we were doing. As I processed his presence and the fact that I still had Clint’s hard cock lodged up my ass, his next statement sent me reeling. The UPS man pulled his sunglasses off of his face, looked at me with dawning recognition, and said, “John?” It was then that I recognized my friend Jason from high school.
Jason had been an offensive lineman on our high school football team, and had always been a beefy guy. Standing before me now, however, I noticed that he had toned his muscle with hours spent in the gym, and he was a powerful, muscular man. We had been acquaintances throughout elementary, middle, and high school. We had never been close friends, but we had been in a number of classes together and hung around the same friend group part of the time. So, in addition to being caught fucking myself on my muscular neighbor, I was caught by someone who knew me. He saw that I recognized him too, even though I said nothing, paralyzed by the horror of discovery. Jason’s next words, however, eased a bit of the tension: “Hell, man, if I’d known you took cock I’d have been boning you in high school! I was horny all the time, and would have killed for a warm hole!”
Clint, who had remained silent during this time, recognized in Jason’s words that he might be interested in what we were doing. He said, “Hell man, if you want to try out his ass now, I’m willing to share!” I looked back down at Clint, shocked at his offer. It was one thing to fuck me. It was something entirely different to whore me out to others. But I also couldn’t deny that I took cock, sitting here on Clint’s lap, his cock still balls deep in me. Clint sat forward and grabbed me, putting his hands on my waist as he lifted me up and off of his cock, setting my knees on the end of the lounge chair. He then pulled my body forward, placing his hand behind my head and pulling my face toward the cock that had just been in my ass. As he was manhandling me, Clint looked over his shoulder to Jason and said, “I’ll plug his mouth if you want a turn in his ass!” I couldn’t see what was happening because Clint’s cock was moving into my mouth, but I could hear rustling, and very soon felt Jason’s presence behind me as he stepped up and slapped his hard cock on my ass, then spit and pressed his cock against my hole. I could tell just from the head that he wasn’t as thick as Clint. Jason pressed forward and sank balls deep in my hole.
“Fuck!” Jason groaned as he slid into me. “This pussy is fine! I wish I had known about this bitch a long time ago. This is grade A ass!” I felt both ashamed at submitting to an old friend, and strangely proud that he found my ass so irresistible.
I could hear Clint’s smile as he responded, “This bitch didn’t know himself until I turned him out a couple of weeks ago. Now he runs over here and spreads those legs whenever I call him! He even let me fuck him in the bed where he fucks his wife!” I wanted to protest that statement, because Clint had made the decision to fuck me in my bed and I didn’t have much choice as he carried me in there. However, I couldn’t say anything because Clint’s cock was now in my throat. They were spit-roasting me, Jason’s thrusts pushing my mouth down on Clint’s cock. All too soon I could tell that Clint was near orgasm, as he grabbed my head and held me down, shooting in my throat and directly down into my stomach. Jason was also close, and I felt him grip my hips as he buried his cock in my hole and unloaded his cum in me. I had never felt like such a slut in my life. I was impaled in both holes by big muscular men, out in broad daylight. What had I become?
Jason pulled his cock out of my hole and stepped back, as I raised up from Clint’s lap. I turned to look at Jason, trying to think of a way explain this situation. But when I looked at him, I couldn’t help but stare at his muscular physique! His chiseled features, combined with his close cut hair and his chest and arm tattoos, gave him the look of ex-military. Instead of offering some type of explanation, I just stared in lust at the man who had just fucked me. He smiled as he saw the lust on my face, stepped up to me as I stood there and grabbed my face, kissing me, pressing his tongue in my mouth. Then, after dominating me with his mouth, he pulled back and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back for more!”
Jason moved to get his clothes back on as Clint said, “Didn’t you need me to sign something?”
Jason grabbed the clipboard and handed it to Clint, who signed it while Jason dressed. It was surreal to stand there naked, watch Clint nonchalantly signed the form while still sitting in the chair naked. It was like it was perfectly normal for three men to fuck and be naked outside, and then sign for a UPS package. I had never had an experience like this before!
Once he finished signing, Clint set it down and then moved to get up from the chair. He grabbed me and threw me into the pool, jumping in with me afterward. He grabbed me and held me as we lazily stood there in the pool. As Jason finished dressing, Clint called out to him: “We’re both bachelors this weekend. Our wives and kids are out of town, so if you want to come back by after work and hang with us, you’re welcome! Only one rule though: we’re naked the whole time.”
Jason grabbed his clipboard as he looked at us in the pool and said, “That actually sounds great! I’ve obviously got no problem being naked with you guys!” he laughed. Then, as an afterthought, he said, “Hey, I’ve got some steaks that I was thinking about grilling tonight. Want me to bring them?”
“Sounds good!” said Clint. “We hadn’t made any dinner plans, and a naked barbecue sounds perfect!”
Jason left then, and Clint and I spent the afternoon being lazy. We relaxed in the pool, then we went in and watched the newest Marvel movie in his basement. We were naked the entire time, and it was nice to be able to be fully relaxed with my buddy. I did tell him that I wasn’t sure I liked him offering me to other guys. He told me that he wouldn’t have, except that given the situation, since we already knew each other, the only way to make it not awkward moving forward was to have him fuck me. I saw the logic in it, and felt better about Jason having fucked and bred my ass.
At one point we got bored with watching TV, and Clint fucked me on the sofa in the basement, the movie providing the background noise for his more gentle taking of my ass this time. I felt so safe and secure, wrapped in his arms and impaled on his dick. I came while he was fucking me, only adding to the pleasure of his cock in my hole.
Around 4, Clint and I went back out to the pool, just hanging out, talking, and laughing. Jason showed up about an hour later, and quickly stripped to join us. Clint got out to fire up the grill, and while he was busy with that, Jason and I had a chance to catch up. He too had been married, and had three kids. His wife had left him last year and took the kids, and it had been a nasty divorce. I told him about how Clint and I had just started our sexual relationship, and that before that I had never even considered sex with a man.
We had a great evening, the three of us just hanging out. Clint and Jason seemed to hit it off as friends, and I began to wish that I had been more open to getting to know Jason as a friend in high school. He was a genuinely nice guy. The steaks were delicious. We each had several beers as well, and just generally had a great time.
As the sun set and the air chilled a bit, Clint suggested we move the party inside. We cleaned up the patio, shut off the lights in the backyard, and went into his basement. Clint turned on the TV to watch some college football, and I found myself sitting naked between the two muscular studs on the couch. I found myself getting distracted from the game by the growing cocks of the guys on each side of me. I reached my hand to each of them and began stroking them, feeling them harden in my hands. Jason leaned forward and turned to look at Clint. “Since I had his ass this afternoon, do you mind if I try his mouth?” he asked. Clint gave his approval, and Jason put his hand behind my head and pulled me down to his lap. I focused my attention on Jason’s dick as Clint began licking my hole that I had presented to him.
Soon I found myself laying on my stomach on the floor, with Jason behind me, lining up his cock and once again fucking into me. He was on his knees behind me, and he pulled my hips up so that my face was down and my ass was up, meeting his cock. Once he was fully in me, he pushed me down with the weight of his body laying on me. His face was beside my ear as he growled, “Yeah, I’m gonna love fucking this pussy again!” He began a slow in-and-out motion. Suddenly, he groaned right next to my ear, “Yesss…ummmmmm!” and stopped moving, holding himself still in my ass. I heard wet sounds and figured out that Clint must have started rimming Jason, and Jason was clearly loving it. I knew that if Clint was licking Jason’s ass, he had his sights set on fucking it.
Sure enough, after about 5 minutes of Jason continually moaning and groaning his love of Clint’s masterful tongue, I heard Clint move around, and then Jason tensed as Clint speared into him. “Yeah, take it like a man!” Clint said as he pushed his cock further into Jason.
Clint began rocking back and forth into Jason, moving further in with each thrust. His fucking motion served to move Jason’s cock into and out of my ass as well, and soon Clint was fucking us both in a daisy train of cock in ass. Clint’s fucking was controlling the sex for all three of us. We remained locked in that fuck until all three of us had cum and were collapsed in a heap of sweat and muscle on the floor.
Jason was the first to speak: “I’m so glad I walked in on you guys today! This has been the best evening I’ve had in a long time!”
“I’m glad too,” I replied. “This was fantastic!”
“It doesn’t have to end,” Clint said, smiling. “We’re all friends now, we all love sex, and we’re all a little inebriated. Why don’t you guys just spend the night here?”
We all agreed that was a good idea, and that is how I found myself sleeping in my buddy’s king-sized bed, cuddled in the middle of a muscle man sandwich, very glad to be having a bachelor’s weekend.
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