Neighborhood Distraction

Christening Jef’s New House

“There’s the horny bitch we know and love to fuck!” Kent said and we all laughed as he unzipped his walking shorts; he hadn’t bothered with a shirt.

Jef had come from behind the kitchen island; he’d revealed that all he was wearing was his nice button-up shirt which we’d seen upon entering the empty remodeled house … and a grin.  “Welcome men.  What say we get some good vibes going here in this old place?” he asked with a wicked grin as we all converged in the kitchen.

Jef pulled down my board shorts as we three-way kissed hello; I had nothing under them.  He fell to his knees there on his new herringbone pattern floor.  “It’s an honor to be about to christen your new place,” I got out before I moaned as Jef swallowed the length of me.  “Ooooohhhhhhh!”

“Fuck yeah slobber all over my husband’s cock and get it nice and hard.  I want him fucking you while you blow me,” Kent encouraged him before we resumed his and my kiss.  Jef grunted his approval for that plan and sent the vibrations through my tip and down my shaft into my balls.

I was already hard; Jef’s very adept mouth saw to that.  He had his mouth on me, one hand on my balls, and his other hand now stroking Kent’s exposed hard-on.

Kent and I continued making-out while Jef worked both our dicks and my balls.  I filled the inequity by grabbing Kent’s big hairy balls and working them while our tongues dueled.

Jef worked my hard-on like he was going for the prize; it didn’t hurt that I had my husband’s amazing sac in my hand and we were really into sucking face.  I wasn’t close to cumming but after a short time of it I could feel myself starting toward that state and pulled away from Kent; I pushed Jef off me.  He grinned up at me knowing he’d done a bang-up job with saliva running out of the corners of his mouth and onto his expensive shirt that still appeared as if freshly pressed.

“About that fucking … “ I said panting.

“Open him up and lube him for me with your load Al,” Kent ordered.  “I think I’ve got two in me and call seconds on this slut’s cunt.

“Fuck yeah!” Jef agreed.  “But I’m already lubed,” he told us and gave us an even filthier grin than before.  To give us easy access he went to the island and bent over; his beautiful bubble butt was out and he pulled his cheeks apart.

I went in face first and swiped up his crack and then sucked on his slimy rosebud; I was pleasantly surprised.  The lube was the load of someone who’d used our boy’s hole; my hard-on throbbed and my balls buzzed.

“Ehsan got here before us.”  It was a guess but an educated one.  I wasn’t quite sure from the taste and smell but pretty much the familiar attributes of a recent addition to our menu of fuck-buds.  Also I knew that Jef and Ehsan had been seeing a lot of each other à deux as the French would say.  I knew the French had plenty of sayings for the filthy things they got up to.

“Seriously?  You know his taste?” Jef looked back and asked.

“I pretty much did but now I’m certain,” I said and licked my lips.  Kent laughed at that and Jef looked a bit awed as he looked at me over his shoulder.  “You worked-up quite a sweat too it tastes like.”

“Mmmmm; I know you love that!” Kent commented.  “Give me a taste.”

He made a move toward Jef who was still bent over the island and holding his hard butt-cheeks apart; instead I caught my husband and pointed to my mouth.  “Right here.”

Kent took my mouth again roughly.  “Mmmmm both my favorite men in one gulp!” he said licking his lips after leaving me breathless and swooning.

“About that fucking,” I reminded them.

“We need a place to spit-roast this slut” Kent said and looked around.

Jef moaned and stood again.  “Fuck yeah and I’ve got just the place.

Jef nearly hopped across the vast empty den to the raised hearth at the opposite end and scampered onto it on all fours.  He looked at us and grinned and he shook his beautiful jock-butt at us.  “I thought of exactly this when I decided the height for this,” he said with glee and patted the cantilevered slate hearth.  “I still forget I live here where it’s never cold like it was up north.

We took our places and Kent’s monster cock was swallowed quickly.  I fingered Jef’s hole enough to make him gasp and squirm impatiently.  “What a perfect slut!” I said laughing and lined-up and shoved inside him in one thrust.

“Mmmmggrrrmmmppphhhh!” He groaned around Kent at my rough insertion.

“Fuckin’ use this slut Al; I want to see you fuck him hard.  His holes are made to pleasure men.  Fuck him!  Fuck him hard and fast so I get my turn soon.”

My husband could be the filthiest talker; not to mention the filthiest man-on-man lover.  His unfortunately sordid youth forced him to learn more than a teenager should have to and too early.  But adult Kent wasn’t complaining; neither was I.

Jef was in obvious agreement with Kent’s plan; he was slamming back into my groin with his hard bubble butt smacking me and grinding into me to get every bit of me.  The slaps of our skin were almost as loud as his growls and moans… which were plenty loud and echoing in the empty house and with hard floors to amplify the mellifluous melody of our man-sex.

Kent was holding Jef’s head and slamming his huge length all the way into his throat; causing Jef to gag, cough, growl, and moan all at once.  “Fuck yeah give me a hummer you filthy bitch.”

Jef had asked us to meet him at his house; the house he bought six months ago and hadn’t moved into.  He’d been staying with us; living with us more accurately at least until the past couple of weeks.  We knew Jef and our friend and sometime play-mate Ehsan had been seeing a lot of one another which accounted for his less frequent nights with us at home.  It was obvious to my husband Kent and me when we four were together that Jef was smitten with Ehsan and quite obviously it was mutual.

The front doors had been wide open; an old-style double-door entry that had been made modern along with every other detail of the house.  We hadn’t seen the place since early in the renovation; Jef had shared many of his design ideas but had done that at our house and had proceeded with the work through his contractor.  Jef was standing behind the vast new counter-height kitchen island grinning like a kid on Christmas morning when we’d got there.  To say that the finished product was stunning in every detail I’d seen before Jef walked out from behind the island with his dick hard would be an understatement.

I’d taken-in the amazing transformation from the choppy early-nineties plan and over-detailed style to the mid-century modern transitions which had been made everywhere.  The new horizontal windows to the ceiling across the rear and in the front of the house alone tripled the brightness and sense of size; the bold color accents and a wide flat slate-tiled fireplace that went to the ceiling with the  cantilevered slate hearth, no mantle, and a modern electric fire-box was equally stunning.

“What a change!” I’d understated.  And then I’d looked back and saw Jef advancing on his naked except for his shirt.

Jef himself was as stunning as his house; though much more familiar.  Every inch of his ripped jacked body was pleasantly familiar.  His body is too lean and very muscular; more than the typical for the acid runner he is.  His skin except for his groin, butt, and ankles-down is honey-golden; we’ve never seen him without that tan.  His hair is very dark brown and thick; he has thickets of that same dark hair under each arm-pit trailing from his belly button to his groin, and a thatch above his amazingly-formed ass.

“Fuck this bitch-boy just gets better,” my husband exclaimed as he held Jef’s head and roughly skull-fucked him.  I wasn’t going easy on the other end; watching Kent’s muscles flex as he slammed into Jef’s throat again and again had me revved to the red zone.

“I’m not going to last much longer!” I warned.

Jef groaned long and loud and fucked back onto me even harder.  I really didn’t want to cum before Kent but Jef’s ass muscles weren’t leaving it up to me; he knows how to use them and just what it takes to make me lose control.

“I’m about there,” Kent said in huffed syllables.

“Yeah?” I asked because I know what it usually takes to get my husband off.

Kent’s furrowed brow slacked when he looked at me and smiled.  He leaned forward and so did I; our lips jammed together and our teeth knocked together painfully but we got our mouths together and sucked face as we both grunted into our releases.

Jef shouted around Kent’s huge dick stuffed balls-deep in his throat.  Probably because the girth of Kent’s hard-on increases nearly exponentially when he cums.  Jef’s butt clenched so tight around me I whelped into Kent’s mouth as I felt my first blast rocketing through me.

I pumped and pumped; as did Kent.  Jef milked every drop out of me until my dick was so sensitive I pulled away roughly from the kiss with Kent and out of Jef with a hard jerk against his tight ring.  At nearly the same time Kent started to laugh as he did when his dick was getting too sensitive to touch after he’d finished pumping out; he pulled out of Jef’s other end and threw his head back laughing.

Despite the front doors and the French doors to the lanai being wide open the room stunk of sweat and cum.   I looked down as Jef got off the hearth and wasn’t surprised to see a spray of white cum on the dark slate where he’d blown his wad sometime during the fun.  He was often given to hands-free releases when we fucked him; I never tired of the ego boost.

Jef stood and fanned his unbuttoned shirt which was now stained with sweat.  “Well done round one for the new house,” he proclaimed.  There’s some water in the fridge and then I’ll show you the rest of the place.

We eagerly took a bottle each and downed it.  Jef lost his sweaty shirt.  With fresh bottles of water Jef showed us around; the pleasant walk through the house naked with strongly-smelling men we love and dicks swinging was its own pleasure.

The rest of his house was as meticulously designed and renovated as the main rooms had been; I wasn’t surprised at how well it had come together.  Jef narrated and demonstrated the complicated electronic controls for many things; the master shower near the end of the tour was in itself like NASA control.  “I’ve put together an online folder with all the manuals and the design specs for all the switches; I don’t want anyone to wonder.”

I caught the nuance; it turned out I fumbled it.  “You mean you’re not going to live here alone; Ehsan is moving in?”

Kent snapped his head in my direction.  Then he uttered a drawn-out “Oooohhhhhh!” and smiled like a proud dad.

Jef looked caught; I had no idea why.  It was obvious he and Ehsan hit it off separately from their play with us from the many nights Jef spent with him.  “Well no not exactly,” he said.  We waited.  “There’s the old patio furniture outside that was here when I bought the place.  Why don’t we sit and talk?”

Kent and I were equally perplexed based on the glance he threw my way.  We headed out from the master bedroom and settled on the old furniture Jef had kept to have somewhere for the workers to take a break.  The early evening sun filtered through the many large trees on the edge of the course and through the lanai screening over our heads; a pleasant breeze reminded me why Kent and I stayed here when my recuperation and work was done and we could have returned to Jersey.

“So here’s where things are,” Jef began.  “Ehsan and I are becoming a thing; you were right about that Al.”

I couldn’t help it.  I said, “Duh!”  Then I quickly followed it after a glare from Kent with, “We’re happy for both of you Jef.  Really!”

“Yes we are,” Kent chimed-in.  “So what about the house?”

“Well I’ve decided to sell.  I’ve already talked to Jackson about it.”  Jackson was our realtor whom we’d recommended when Jef needed a valuation on his parents’ house.  Jackson had also found him this house.  “I can get a shit-load of bucks for it even in this down-turned market and replenish the cash I’ve put into it which is a fuck-ton and also get out from under the mortgage.”

“So what’s the plan for you and Ehsan?” I asked impatiently.  “His house?  Where does he even live?”  I didn’t remember from when I’d interviewed and hired him over two years before; in fairness I didn’t know the city well at that time and wouldn’t have known where his address was in relation to us.  And all the times we’d fooled around recently we’d all always been at our place.

“I’m already staying there a lot, as you know.  It’s a condo.  It’s a big condo actually; nearly three thousand square feet over by the west side of the Center.”

“That’s big for a condo,” Kent said and was obviously surprised.  I was as well.  I wondered if it was a townhouse or a low-rise; there’s so much build-up of multi-family rentals, townhouses, and condos around the town center.

“Yeah.  The plan is if we make it to two years I’ll buy half the condo and we’ll own it together.”

“IF you two want to make it you will,” I said confidently and called-out his ‘if.’.  “He’s head over heels in love with you; and I think you’re pretty gone on him too.”

Jef was blushing.  “Well here’s one thing you haven’t figured out.  I’m still in love with the both of you two also.”

“Jef we’re … “ Kent started but Jef cut him off.

“No I am.  And I know you two aren’t in love with me but care for me blah blah blah.”

Jef took a breath.  I had no clue where this was going.  I looked at Kent and he was equally at a loss for words; unusual for him.

“So the thing is that Ehsan gets how I feel about you.  He’s more than a tad … smitten with you two also.”

That got our attention. we knew that only a month or so before we’d had that first  foursome with them; our first time doing anything with Ehsan.  He’d admitted he’d been interested for a while since we worked together.  The times we four had hooked-up since then had seemed purely recreational.

What I knew was that I didn’t want to be a part of any relationship drama for Jef; or for us.  “But?”

Jef took a deep breath.  “The but is that Ehsan and I want your blessing … “

“You have it,” Kent said as I said, “Of course you know you have it!”

Jef grinned again.  “Thanks.  But we also want to keep fucking; the four of us I mean.”

“Ehsan and you have discussed this?” Kent asked.

As if on a cue in walked Ehsan.  “Did I hear my name?”  He walked deliberately to Jef and un-awkwardly hugged him while standing over Jef on the chair; it’s obvious when two people fit together and move harmoniously.  He followed it with a kiss that held for a few beats.  When their lips parted their eyes met; clearly they were in fact in love.  Ehsan caressed the side of Jef’s handsome face and Jef beamed.

Finally Ehsan turned to us.  “Obviously I am over-dressed,” he said and stripped off his well-fitted polo to expose his toned upper body.  We all watched as he neatly hung his shirt over a chair and continued to remove his shoes and socks and neatly place them beneath the same chair.  He made quick work of removing, folding, and hanging his slacks on the chair.   Finally, facing us with a grin he stripped off his boxer briefs and stood again as he folded them; his long heavy dick swinging with his big dark balls.  He placed the boxers on the chair and then sank to the lounge where Jef was; he draped a long toned arm around Jef’s shoulders possessively and leant against him intimately.  “Now; where was everyone before I interrupted?” he asked with an evil grin.

I had to reset to return to the conversation.  Enjoying the sight of Ehsan’s tall toned body being revealed had my spent dick reawakening.

“To summarize,” Kent answered, “Jef has a shared with us that he is selling this house, moving in with you, that you two can’t live without Al’s and my cocks, and that you have at least a two-year plan.”  I laughed out loud and Kent turned to me indignantly.  “What? That was concise and accurate!”

“You forgot one part,” Jef corrected him.

“The part where I fucked Jef’s already-sopping and swollen hole from the fucking you gave him earlier and you made a deposit to the sperm bank in Jef’s stomach?” I asked.

“FuckINGS,” Ehsan and Jef corrected as one voice.  Then they turned to each other and laughed.

“And to use my husband’s words speaking of fucking … I haven’t had my turn yet today,” Kent prompted and rubbed his re-hardening dick.

Ehsan gazed hungrily at Kent’s cock and licked his lips.  Jef gave it a look too and then quipped, “My sore throat says otherwise.”

They both laughed and I did as well.  Kent gave a brief chuckle and stroked his nearly full erection and squeezed out a drop of pre-cum.  He’s huge; there’s always a gravity when he’s hard.  We were all stroking or at minimum adjusting by that point.

“Seems like Kent has unfinished business,” Jef said.  “Why don’t we spin the bottle and see which one of us is getting fucked?”  He leaned out to an old bubble-glass topped cocktail table and put down his second empty water bottle and spun it.  The plastic doesn’t work as well as a beer bottle but it would do.

“Why don’t I just claim that slutty cunt of yours like you promised earlier?” Kent said as the plastic bottle spun and then rolled a round a bit before stopping.  He stood as the bottle slowed.

I didn’t correct my husband; Jef hadn’t so much offered to be fucked twice as Kent had decided that would happen.  Still he didn’t seem to be resisting either.  And as luck would have it the plastic bottle rolled around and came to a stop at the edge of the table by him and even the open end was pointing at him.  Jef laughed and grinned.  “I didn’t cheat; promise!  Slut?  Sure.  Cheater?  Never!”

Ehsan gave Jef a long passionate kiss and then abruptly stood.  “How about you take care of my hole Al?” he asked and advanced on me.

I was proud that my aged dick was hard as a lead pipe again; though it was the sight of my husband’s magnificent dick of death that had done it.  Kent had advanced on Jef and had his feet high and wide in the air held by his ankles.  “So you two want each other but also want us to keep fucking you huh?” he said with a snarky tone and leaned in and rubbed his fat knob against Jef’s puffy ass-lips.

Ehsan was on his knees between my legs.  “Going to get this big old dick good and wet to slide in me Al,” he said.

Old?  WTF?  It’s one thing when I say or think it; it’s quite another when a hot younger stud says it.  I might have protested had he not swallowed me whole and taken my balls in a definite grip.

Meanwhile on the lounge Kent continued the banter.  “You want your cake and eat it too; but it looks like I’m the one who’s having the cake tonight.”  And with that he pushed into Jef’s wet hole and made him cry out loud enough for any sunset golfers out on the course to hear.

“Ah fuckin’ A you’re fuckin’ huge!”

Ehsan came off me with a loud gasp for air.  “Al’s almost as big as Kent!  And you two wonder why we want to continue our sexual benefits with you?”

To be clear neither of us wondered;  furthermore neither of us was anxious to interrupt our sexual activities with either of those two studs either.  But now wasn’t the time to redefine relationships; we all had hard cocks (in the three of our cases that was again) and needs.

Kent was railing Jef hard the way they both loved.  “Oh god.  Oh fuck yeahahhhhhhh.  Oh man you’re so ahhhhhhhhhh fuckin’ deep inside me.  That’s it; pound me out!”  Jef’s non-stop babbling was interspersed by the occasional cry and moan.  I knew that language; my husband inspired it in me the first time he fucked me and every time since.

Watching my husband’s jacked bod fucking was art; erotic art for sure.  His effortless physique is my playground and my pleasure as it is also my inspiration.  Past fifty I’ve never before been in the shape I am now, not even in my youth in the army.  I was skinny then and managed to build a few muscles but my husband showed me how to take a good build for a middle-aged man and sculpt it with gains into a great bod.

The accident and my long recovery two years before had set me way back; three months hospitalized and three surgeries will do that to a guy.  I don’t have quite the muscle mass I did before the accident; but I’ve found my physique’s sweet spot for this age I think.  If it weren’t for what I call my racing stripes I could bare my chest and compete with any millennial.  And I’d gotten past being self-conscious about the wide swath of scar tissue down my chest that commemorates my survival and had no qualms about baring my chest and showing-off my ripped torso and six-pack.

All that went through my head as Ehsan ran his hands over my pecs and between them down my racing stripe to my abs; he looked up at me and complimented me … and my dick throbbed and drooled pre-cum.

Jef’s a runner and gym bunny.  His zero body-fat isn’t healthy but he wears it to the point of gawking from men and women alike.  Where Kent’s tall musculature complements his lanky shape Jef’s shorter build’s shape is his musculature; hyper-lean like a short stop to Kent’s out-fielder clean-up batter’s build.

Ehsan is tall and lean; also a devoted gym-goer.  Like a pole vaulter; which of course he was in the metaphoric sense and was about to prove.  Endless legs to wrap tightly  around the waist of his fucker, long strong arms to wrap around his fucker’s neck and powerful core to leverage his motion to make the most of his fucker’s thrusts.  And he can take a big dick (mine) and a humongous dick (Kent’s) with relative ease.

“Get your fuckin’ hole on my pole!” I commanded with words more like my husband.  Where that came from I don’t know … or I did watching my husband fuck the stuff out of Ehsan’s boyfriend.

As agile as a figure skater Ehsan was up off his knees and flopped into a chair beside mine with his corded forearms behind his knees and his hole ready.  “I hope you’ve got enough pre; we don’t have any lube here to my knowledge.”

I spit a good amount of snot onto his pucker and began rubbing it in with my fattened dick-head.  As I did I milked out as much pre-cum as I could to mix in which gratified me that it was a considerable amount.  “Yeah that’s it!” Ehsan encouraged me as I slicked his opening; he squirmed to push against me to help … or out of impatience.

When I finally breeched his ring he cried-out.  “Oh FUCK yes!” and then growled the rest.  “Take my hole!”  He pushed himself back onto me to get about half of me inside him.  It was clear he wanted it so I jammed the rest into him and slammed my pubic area hard into his tail end.  “Ahhhh shhhhiiittttt!”  He howled.  And before I could worry that I’d gone too rough he added, “Drill me fucker!”  Who was I to refuse a needy bottom-bitch?

When Kent and I are fucking another or other guys there’s a lot to our connection; sometimes it’s as much about us connecting as it is about us fucking them.  Tonight was no exception; we weren’t close enough to kiss but our eyes mostly remained locked on each other.  Our fucking was nearly incidental to the eye-fucking we were giving each other.

Ehsan’s vocality wasn’t the level of Jef’s which was continuous; Ehsan was more of a grunter and groaner and often a prolonged moaner.  The more I slammed into him the more the moans overtook the groans and became longer.  “Oh fuck dude you’re gonna make me … oh holy fucking mother … aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” bursted into my private shared eye-fuck with Kent as Ehsan’s body tensed and then jerked around as his fat dick erupted a glob and then shot a long hard blast over his head.  Then another up his sculpted chest and neck.  And then several more on his pecs and abs.

All the while he was cumming Ehsan’s channel and hole spasmed around my cock still pumping him.  As I was on my own trajectory Kent yelled out, “That’s so fuckin’ hot you fucked it out of him hun with that big ol’ dick of yours!”  I didn’t give a thought to the ‘old’ then did I?

Between the tightness and rhythmic squeezes on my pump handle and my husband’s praise I lost it.  “Gonna fill that hole!  Uhhhhnnnggghhhhh!”  And my first blast went off like a missile with a short count-down.

“FUCK I felt it!”  Ehsan shouted with wide eyes.  “Oh yeah fuckin’ pump me full of your babies!” he begged and ground hard onto me as I did.

“Come on Kent; give me what he got.  Add yours to Al’s and Ehsan’s in my slut cunt!” Jef growled at Kent.

I was nearly unconscious from the force of my second orgasm of the evening but I heard the determination in Kent’s response over the increased volume of the slaps of his groin into Jef’s.  “You first!”

And then Jef was screaming in a high pitch in a way that had become familiar; Kent’s pounding had found its target and Jeff was squirming and shouting incoherently.  Until he wasn’t.  Suddenly he became dead silent and then he called-out, “Oh fuck right fuckin’ THERE AAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Yeah that’s right let it all go,” Kent said between pants and hisses of breath.  “Gonna fill you with mine … Ah FUCK yeah!”  And then I saw him jam himself into Jef and hold his position as he shuddered and his body jerked with what I knew to be blasts of his seed.

When Kent got past his body expelling his seed he went a bit limp all over and then he turned his head toward me.  Lazily but with a broad grin he said, “I think we’d be fools not to keep fucking these two.”

I laughed and our two friends laughed.  “Lifetime benefits?” I tried adding to his frivolity.

“You’d better keep-up with us husband; you may have a dick as big as mine but you’re the oldest among us and at the age where most men start to see their virility in the rear-view.”

“Speaking as someone with a rear-view so to speak that won’t be working right for some time to come I can confirm he’s not slowing one bit!”

“Thank you Ehsan,” I said with mock petulance; and stuck my tongue out to my husband.  “And can we forget the word “old” puhleeeeeeze?!” I aimed at my husband.

He pulled out of Jef with an audible sloppy plop and said, “Get that youthful tongue over here and get to work!”

I didn’t hesitate.  And before I had him clean Ehsan dove into Jef’s sloppy hole and ate him noisily.

“Oh hell yeah!” Jef moaned with Ehsan’s face ground between his bubble butt-cheeks.

I finished off Kent’s dick and went up for a quick kiss.  But instead he pulled me tight and gave my tonsils a thorough inspection with his tongue.  I was literally swooning.

“Or maybe we should just stick with each other,” he pondered while looking deep into my eyes.

Breathlessly I answered.  “That would work equally well for me.”

”I meant you and me always playing together,” he said after he met my eyes again.

”Like this,” I asked with a smirk.  He nodded this too.  “Aren’t you the man who taught me ‘and’ is always more fun than ‘or’?”

Kent gave me a beautifully sheepish smile.  “You of all know that it takes my brain a while to re-engage after my balls explode.  Even worse when it’s you draining me.”

”Awwwww, sweet talker,” I replied with a big grin.