Neighborhood Distraction

Jef had grabbed his duffel bag the night before in a mad naked dash to the frigid garage so he had his own razor, toothbrush, floss, and enough skin care products to make Kylie Kardashian nod in approval.  We took a playful shower in our big wet room; Jef was really the only guy we’d put the six-man capacity to use with to any degree.  Our occasional guest star Quint from up the road we lived on preferred to return to his father’s house reeking own-sex.

We were all exhausted; Sasha was completely sacked-out when we all three left the shower and ambled into our bedroom.  We had fallen asleep double-spooned when our heads hit the pillows.

I awakened to Jef moaning in my ear and movement of his body and the bed.  As my consciousness turned to clarity I recognized that Kent was in Jef and probably not far from giving our guest what I usually took in the morning.  Jef was holding me tightly as if we were still asleep and spooned but his hard-on was jammed into my back as Kent ground into him and jammed him against me.

My jealousy was short-lived.  “Why don’t you stuff this bitch-boy’s face hon?” he asked me.

I yawned and took my time because I didn’t want to let on that I’d been feeling left out; but I got myself out of Jef’s hug and got on my knees by his head and got my balls on his face for him to start there.  He slurped and sucked and licked and finally took my dripping hard-on in his mouth.  I had a bad angle whit him on his side but his mouth-work was excellent enough to compensate for me not being able to get into his throat.  And the aggressive way he sucked and swirled my raging head and was handling my balls had me soaring high.

“Fuck yeah take that morning load!” Kent suddenly yelled and began grunting as he pumped out into Jef’s accommodating ass.

“Nggghhhhhhh!” Jef groaned around my cock and sucked harder and pulled on my sac.

Watching my husband’s o-face and his ripped body tensed and flexed as he pumped-out was enough to push me over.  I grabbed Jef’s head and shoved myself as far into his mouth as I could and let loose my own load.

My climax was long and more intense than I’d thought; when I fully came back to the moment I saw Jef stroking the dregs of his own climax out and a mess on the sheets.  There went any illusion I had about going back to sleep.

“You don’t mind right hon?” Kent asked me.  “I woke and his hole was there … “ he explained with a what’s-a-guy-to-do sort of attitude.

“I’m the big spoon tomorrow night,” I said sensibly to reserve my turn.

“You mean I merit another night?” Jef asked grinning up at me and looking over his shoulder at Kent.  “And by the way; DAMN you cum a ton for a man your age.”

That gave me pause; apparently it showed.

“I mean DAMN you’re in great shape and I loved that huge load you fed me!” Jef back-pedaled.

“Damn straight!” Kent affirmed.

“We’ll call it probation and you’ll be continuously under assessment for the duration of your stay,” I told him.  Then I had an idea.  “Get in the wet room on your knees now for a spot audit.”

“And what was that before?  Waking-up to a hockey stick shoved up my rectum and another giving me a sore throat?”

“C’mon get going,” Kent urged him with a hard slap to his beautiful butt.  “We’ve both got piss-loads to drain.”

Jef was in motion fast at that.  “Now we’re talking!” he said with a bigger grin as he got himself out of the bed before I did.

Jef’s mouth was open wide and we both made use of it.  His mouth quickly overflowed and he closed it to swallow and rotated his head to be fully drenched by our piss-streams before opening again for the next mouthful.  I felt his own warm piss on my feet and heard Jef moan.

“Fuck this is the life!” he said after his next swallow when we were both nearly finished.

Kent turned on the overhead rain shower and we all rinsed and Jef used some of the liquid soap to wash his head and face and moved down to his torso.  When I reached for some he batted my hand away, took more of the liquid soap, and he began lathering me.

I won’t deny that it was a bit luxurious; but Sasha was waiting by the master bathroom door with clear intention of being let out.  I felt a bit anxious about taking the time for this and for both of us if our guest gave Kent the same treatment.

Kent as always was in my thoughts.  He stepped around us, grabbed a towel to wrap around his dripping mid-section and upper legs and stepped out.  “I’ll be back.   Take your time with Al; my husband is a VERY dirty man!” he left with a wink.

Jef did take his time.  He caressed me with the lather over every inch of me.  He paid special attention to what I call my “racing stripes;” the three wide overlapping scars running down the center of my torso from my surgeries.

“The muscle you’ve put on makes these even sexier, Al,” he told me.  “And from a medical perspective they look like they’re fading.  Are you using anything?” he asked, looking directly into my eyes.

Busted!  I looked away; not because I had anything to hide from him or anything to explain but I really was still pretty hung-up on the extremity of the damage to how I looked.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

He rubbed down the length of my racing stripe with his big soft flat palm.  Then he leaned over and licked from the lower terminus all the way up to my collar bone.  “It’s hot Al.  You’re hot.  And I’m one of the many who are glad you survived that.

Kent materialized and wrapped his arms around me from behind.  “We all are,” he chimed in and kissed my neck.  Then a bit softer he repeated, “We all are,” and held me tighter.

I clamped my hands on his corded forearms and enjoyed the moment.  Jef made to wash his feet which enabled him to turn away and put one up on the bench which gave us a bit of separation if not privacy.

I turned in Kent’s arms and kissed him.  Then I said, “Your turn.  I’m clean as a whistle.”  Kent raised his eyebrows.  “Yup he’s full service; got all up in there too!” I joked and grabbed a towel and left to dry.

When Kent and Jef were drying I left the dressing room in sweat bottoms until I dressed for my volunteer shift later in the morning.

“How the heck can he look so sexy in sweats?” Jef joked to Kent.

“Al looks sexy in anything.  You should see him rock a pair of granddad pjs!” Kent joked.  “Look at that ass in those sweats.  Even straight guys bone-up seeing that.  And that chest?  Look at me,” Kent went on and grabbed his dick which I’ll admit was chubbing.

Jef grabbed himself and waved his own semi-hard dick.  “That is some prime husband beef there!”  He turned back to Kent and let his other hand grace Kent’s washboard abs.  “Mmmmmm.  You two are equally lucky men,” he said and the playful tone trailed off to a more somber note.

I had a choice; quell the mutual admiration society or get on with the morning.  “I’ll go feed the pooch,” I said and Sasha was eagerly on his feet and at my side as I left the bathroom.

When Jef and Kent emerged Jef was wearing jeans and a polo shirt and looked like they’d been tailored for his fit form.  Kent always wore clothes that way; his today were khakis and a long-sleeved v-neck.  I remembered at that point that Kent was taking the car for service after he dropped me for my volunteer shift at the hospital.

We talked about plans and Jef’s were to go and see the house he’d bought, then to check on his parents’ house, then to go visit them for lunch at their assisted living place.

“Would you two come with me to see the house?  I’ve only seen the listing pics and some FaceTime.  I won’t lie and say I’m not kinda nervous.”

We had another hour and a half or so before I had to dress for us to go.  I had my morning routine on my agenda; reading the news, checking the market, lazing over my coffee on the lanai.  But it was difficult to refuse Jef and we decided we’d do it.

“Make some protein smoothies for us to take with while I go get dressed for real.  We can go on from the house inspection,” I said to the both of them.

I returned a few minutes later in khakis and a polo with a heavy sweater over my shoulders; the hospital’s average indoor temp was 64!  Kent and Jef were cleaning up fruit, soy milk, protein powder, and the blender and had three large travel cups on the island.

“I hope you made these, Jef,” I said half-joking.  “Kent’s are always too pulpy for me.”

“Funny you never complain about my love for pineapple when you’re eating my cum!” Kent shot back.

“What do you think I meant when I said ‘protein smoothies?’” I joked.

“Missed that one!” Jef said and face-palmed himself.

We took care of letting Sasha out again and then left and followed Jef the half-mile down our street to the tiny cul de sac Jef’s house was on; more of a node off our road with a couple of houses.  We’d seen the listing; dated but pristine inside.  Certainly livable but …

“Well I got what I bought.  I hope you guys can recommend some great contractors; remodeling this place is going to take a lot.  Seems like it’s the nineties all over again.  Even my parents’ house has been completely redone like yours has.”

The doorbell chime startled all of us.  We were on the lanai by the pool.

“Who the … “ Jef asked and looked annoyed.  Then he called out, “We left the front door wide open so come on out to the pool.”

Kent speculated.  “It’s probably a neighbor  with a welcome basket.”  Jef guffawed but Kent wasn’t joking; when we’d moved in every nosy neighbor around had brought stuff, introduced themselves, then pushed their way inside to check-out our house and pump us for information about us.  But this wasn’t a welcome call.

“Oh hey Mr. S and Mr. S.  I saw your car and wondered if you were moving.  Sure hope not; you know how much I love living next-door to you.”  It was our neighbor’s college jock son Corey and he had a snarky grin as he made reference to a few very naughty times we’d had with him and with him and a friend or two.

Jef had been checking-out the pool controls and turned around and took in our hunky young neighbor.

“Are you the realtor?  I’m Corey, their neighbor.”

Jef laughed.  “No I’m actually your neighbor now too.”  He strode toward Corey and they each took in the other with obvious approval … and interest.  They shook hands old style.  “I’m Jef.  That’s with one f.”

“Corey.  That’s with an e,” Corey almost giggled.

“I’m bunking with Al and Kent for a day or two … if you want to … “  He stopped abruptly and turned to us.  “Oh, sorry, I shouldn’t be inviting people to your house.”

Kent stopped him.  “Probably longer than for a day or two.  And Corey knows his way around our house just fine.  Like his ass.”

Corey and Jef both looked surprised at that; I just shook my head.

Corey blushed from his strawberry blond hairline down.

“I’d be lying if I tried to claim I hadn’t noticed that fine ass Corey!”

Corey’s blush deepened.

“And feel free to drop by later on this afternoon,” I invited him.  “We all have a date by our pool at four now that it’s warmer than the past couple of days.”

“If you don’t mind if it’s more like four-thirty that would be perfect.  I work until four and then I’ll need to … clean-up.”

Jef looked at us and looked at the jock.  “Regardless the reality of how much work this house needs it seems like I’ve made a great decision moving here.”

Kent reached down an took a handful of Corey’s very fine bubble butt.  “You’ll be doubling-down on that later tonight.”