Neighborhood Distraction

(Or: Reflections of a Lucky Middle-Aged Man)

I saw him coming around again, all shiny, golden, muscles pumping. The first time he passed, no more a few minutes ago — maybe eight or nine. I didn’t know how long the ring road is within our gated community, but it’s got to be two miles?

He’s making it seem effortless, I was thinking as he again dropped at the opposite corner and did a long set of push-ups. This time I counted.

At 51 he went one-handed pushups. His beautiful right delt — like a small melon — was even more accentuated when he put his hand behind his back. When he switched to his other arm at one hundred, I was treated to a magnificent view of his biceps, triceps, trap and delt flexing and glistening closer to me and more in my field of vision pumping in the everpresent Florida sun. At one-fifty he went back to both arms and did another hundred. Dayum!

After the two hundred fiftieth, he bounced up and headed across the street toward and past me. And that bulge in those sweaty running shorts ...

My home office is — for now — in the front of the house, directly facing the T corner we live on. The ring road curves just beyond the house on the opposite corner, and that curve gives me a four property view of anyone coming and going. I enjoy every foot of that expanse when the hot joggers are out.

I should add that my hot young husband is often one of those joggers. I may enjoy the others, but when he passes all sweaty and bouncing and smiles at me ...

We moved in a few months before this most recent jogger caught my attention. We’re new to the city and new to Florida. My company had asked me to do nine months here last year after having taken over a group of dealerships here. I was to integrate them. Unfortunately we lost the first three and a half months of that after a bad car accident on the drive south when we left our home in New Jersey. The long recuperation was mine; and it took its toll on my young husband Kent. Not to mention our Siberian Husky Sasha; he is bonded to Kent but having me away for almost three months in a hospital unsettled Sasha too.

With the help of terrific great friends we’d all gotten through it; and then we were in our new house. I was finally working again every day though it was all remote or as my cardiac status prevented me from contact during the pandemic. Kent drove me to and around the dealerships; I stayed in the car and FaceTimed with the management and employees there. Not perfect but between the pandemic and my own health vulnerability it was the best I could do. Fortunately the owners made no complaints about my methods and were like concerned parents more often than bosses.

Fuck me! The runner stud smiled and waved up across the lawn to me as I was staring out the window as he passed this time. Hot as hell; and I was treated to his glistening, dripping darkly-hairy armpit in addition to his arm, shoulder and torso muscles rippling for my enjoyment.

And then he was gone; all there was left was the tightness in my shorts and an awareness of moisture at my tip. Crap! I calculated in my head and texted my husband who was working in his office on the other side of the house. 

I’m feeling like I need a conjugal break in 10 or 20 or 30 minutes. Interested?

Kent: make it 20 / i’ll have 15-20 / enough?

Considering I’m halfway done now ...

Kent: I’ll edge u and make it last then

DEAL!

My husband Kent is 20 years my junior; and he’s my husband because he came onto me. I had never had an age-inappropriate relationship before. Truth told I hadn’t had many relationships; but the ones I did have I’d had with people my age.

Kent end I met when he was a waiter in a restaurant I frequented. I lived alone, my kids grown; and cooking was never my thing. There was a casual restaurant I liked that was halfway between my office and my home. I went there too many times a week; the owner and I talked, the various waiters and waitresses and I got to where we chatted a bit, and Kent became my server more often than not. He was the most talkative of them while still being respectful of both my privacy and his other customers. I liked him, but I thought of him more in the range of my kids even tho his age was a bit older. I enjoyed his body and looks but purely aesthetically.

Finally one very slow day Kent asked me out; just like that. He told me that Henry, the owner, had told him it was okay for him to ask if he did it respectfully and quietly.

“I know you like me a little; I see how you look at me. If you’re not into it, I’ll cry myself to sleep but I’ll survive.” Adorable right? Even though it was posed without the slightest camp.

I enjoyed the sight of him tremendously. He could just as easily been a future Broadway or movie star working tables until his big break. And he was intelligent and well-spoken. But ... he was mid-twenties and I was mid-forties, pushing fifty! I nervously decided to go for the joke.

“I’d say yes, but this is the only place I go for meals so maybe we’re already dating.”

He leaned down and said even more quietly, “Then we’ve got a ton of fucking to catch up on don’t we?”

When I just sat there with my mouth open, he persisted.

“What about it then Mr. S?”

While most of me now sat dumbfounded my dick did its best to make me know what to say. I shifted uncomfortably but didn’t relieve any of the sudden pressure in the crotch of my suit slacks. “I uh yeah I oh man do we ever. Do I ever! But do me a favor and call me Al. I’d rather you not sound like one of my kids’ friends.”

“Deal!” he said energetically and pumped his fist. His well developed biceps and triceps stretching the short sleeve of his black uniform t-shirt and the way it rode up in front to expose his blond treasure trail and a bit of cut abs made my breath catch.

“I get off tonight at eleven. You don’t usually work Sundays; am I right?”

He was.

“Pick me up here then?”

I nodded and wondered how my hard dick had made me do that.

At 10:59pm I was outside the restaurant. At 11:00pm on the dot he came out, looking fine as fuck even though he was wearing his uniform, carrying his small apron rolled up in his hand and a satchel over his shoulder. The strap accentuated his pecs. He got in the car and put his hand on my leg and startled me. When he rubbed up and rubbed the heel of his hand against my balls and hardening dick I thought I might lose my wad right then.

“Your place or mine?” he asked looking directly into my eyes and still rubbing my aching junk. “I have a studio apartment and a small bed walking distance.”

I put the car in Drive. Something overcame the nervousness I’d had since his proposition earlier; I was suddenly burning for him at blaze level. “I have a big empty house and a big empty bed.” And a big dog who doesn’t take to strangers easily, I thought but didn’t say.

The rest, as they say, is history. My dog loved Kent on sight; and the feeling was mutual. So much so I had to remind Kent why he was there after giving Sasha plenty of attention and making my balls blue waiting. The sex was stellar. Well of course it was; I’m middle-aged and he’s a built young stud! But there was a lot more that first night and it followed and continued. We’d lived together from about six months later officially; practically we’d spent our nights and off work time together after the first week or so. We’ve been married for going on four years.

Back in the present ... The same routine again on the next lap around the country club. This time a wave before he dropped for the two hundred fifty pushups and another one as he passed our house. I could see his pit sweat drip when he waved; I could have sworn I smelled and tasted it.

My dick was painfully hard. Until the accident if I’d responded this way to someone other than my husband I’d have been full of guilty thoughts. But something changed when I almost died; something evolved between us and we knew nothing could take us from each other. We also knew that was ridiculous and death could take one of us at any time so we should live life; we were like horny teenagers. We had our first three-way shortly after I was released from the hospital. It was awkward for about five minutes and hot as blazes for about two hours. That was almost three months ago and my dick was telling me it was ready for another any time.

I bet it won’t surprise you if I tell you that sex with Kent is still mind/blowing. And yeah physical evidence shows that it’s stellar for him too not just for me. We are inventive and both fit; I’ve recovered, started putting back on some of the muscle I shed during those three months in the hospital. And we put our bodies through their paces. Other than when I first got out of the hospital and I had to make Kent understand that when the doctor said I was good to go for sex he meant I was GOOD TO GO! He was too cautious but Kent caught on quickly.

This lap was different. Back to the push-ups before the wave. Then a more vigorous wave and a mouthed ... something. Maybe “See ya.” Sure enough, ten minutes later he hadn’t returned.

“Hey babe. Ready for me?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Kent came up behind me and snaked his arms over my chair.

“Oh sorry to startle you but I have a call coming up. Though ... depending on how naughty you make me I could probably be late ... even,” he grabbed at my hardon, “Oh my. I could even BLOW it off.”

Yeah, he missed his call. He took my first load quickly there on his knees with me slouched back in my chair. Then he threw me down on my desk, let the window blinds down, and he blew his first load deep inside my grateful man cunt. Goddamn there’s little to compare what that feeling. Then when we showered, I pushed him into the tiles and returned the favor and banged his load out of him just as I blew my second inside him.

We both went back to work smiling. And I even went into his office a bit later and kissed his neck and nuzzled him and then left. Just cuz!

That night it was a lot less frenzied between us but every bit as satisfying. When we were laying there catching our breath after the crescendo Kent finally asked me what had inspired the mid-afternoon delight. I answered that it was the same that inspired me just then; having an irresistibly sexy stud for a husband. That got me a reciprocal comment and a promising kiss but then a follow-up to the question.

The neverending hot water from instant hot water heater we’d had put in for our bathroom paid off while we showered for the third time that day. I told him in great detail. Kent responded to my arousal and started playing with my dick as he asked leading questions about the runner stud. That led to speculation about what might happen if the runner stud was with us there in our oversized ‘cave shower’ with the infinite stream of hot water. We ended up with a mutual handy that left us grasping each other after we came hard; both of our dicks were sore. We also praised each other’s virility after a day of many come loads. For a middle aged guy who’d just had a months-long heart scare I felt pretty good about myself.

The next morning was one of those when Sasha wasn’t not so patiently waiting to go out. In this house that was a bigger production than stumbling to the patio door naked and opening it for him. Here our patio and pool is enclosed by screening and we have to go outside to let Sasha out into the yard. Kent had started doing the morning Sasha release to the yard without pulling on any pants. While our yard and pool were semi-private the pie shape of our corner lot did make it easy for either of our side neighbors to see if they made an effort. Or the people across the lake. Or early golfers out on the green.

Kent was laying atop the blanket and sheet because our house temperature was usually higher than normal. Blood thinners; it’s true what they say about thin blood and being cold all the time. Kent rolled with it for my sake and wore less clothes which seemed a side benefit to me. I didn’t notice my hardon as we lay there and read news on our phones until he took a grip and gave me a squeeze.

“Thinking about the runner?”

“Nope,” I answered honestly. “I was sneaking glances at you and wondering what a young stud like you sees in an old man like me.”

Kent guffawed, rolled over and squeezed my dick and got a good grip on my big hairy balls. Before he said anything I went for the joke.

“Guess I’d better make sure I can take the magic blue pill with my other meds when i need it; I don’t want to risk losing you to a harder dick!”

Kent rolled his eyes and laughed. But he also leaned down and gave my balls a kiss before he jumped out of bed. That disappointed me for a moment but Sasha was happy to be going out. And the view of his body in motion is always stimulating.

“I’ll let our patient protector out because it may take me a while to show you how much you don’t need any help with that!” He blew a kiss to my penis then laughed while he and Sasha passed out and across the lanai.

With Sasha happily out in the yard in the early morning chasing ducks and geese on the lake and squirrels into the trees we chased our own pleasures. After he sucked me dry he flipped me over and lubed me with my own come and mounted me. I grunted and bit the pillow when he entered me gently enough but also roughly enough. Somehow he always has the perfect moves.

In a strange put on Southern oaccent he hissed in my ear. “Before I go back to my run I’m going to fuck this fine daddy ass soooooo good.”

It took me a minute to make my brain work because all my senses were engaged managing his invasion. Then I got it and played along.

“You better hurry because my husband will be home any minute. He’s out walking our dog.”

In the same distortion of his voice Kent kicked it up a notch.

“Who do you think told me I could have a go at your ass, daddy?”

He thrust into me hard and made me gulp and gasp.

“Your husband is a hot fuck too, just sayin’. Wouldn’t mind mounting him too if he gets back in time. But for now I’ve got your fine butt to take.”

He was steadily fucking me, and he knew just where to aim. My head was full of fireworks and I had to work at answering.

“God you feel good. I hope you stop by more often.”

“Did you say stop? I’m not stopping until I breed this fine ass of yours mister!”

He was true to his word and he used all his tricks to pleasure us both until finally we both exploded like we hadn’t had any in weeks.

“Jeez I may have to take the day off. You’ve worn me out,” Kent said panting still in me but going soft.

“You?” I cried indignantly. “The only way I’m going to be able to work today is sitting on a hemorrhoid pillow!”

Kent pulled out of me and the pop of his head through my battered anus made my breath catch. He then smacked my butt hard; the pain of the slap startled me but also accentuated the pain inside my freshly pounded hole in a particular.

“I think I may have to buy that extended warranty on this baby. It’s got a lot of miles on it and I thought it had plenty more. But the protests are making me wonder.”

“I’m sure we can throw in our basic extended warranty into the deal. Now we do have several premium plans you might be interested in.”

I am the head of finance for a group of car dealerships. Well technically for a company that owns and operates twenty-nine dealerships. Kent teases me about being a used car salesman but the truth is my staff sell addons other than arranging and managing the sales and dealership financing.

Kent grabbed my butt cheek and then leaned down and licked me from balls to back sucking a little on my sore hole and spearing me with his tongue as he passed. I shivered and hoped there was more. But there wasn’t. Sasha gave a bark outside that was his ‘let me in’ bark and I know where my pleasures are versus our faithful beast’s desires.

Fuck it! I thought. When Kent went to get up again I used his changing balance and swung him around onto his back and dove onto his comey dick. I had his rank fat ten- incher down my throat before he could protest.

“Mine!” I said with a mouthful of my freshly fucked ass and his cum on my taste buds and dove back on for more.

“Truth. This what you want to do to the jogger Al?” Kent egged me on.

I sucked and tongued and stroked Kent’s hard dick the way I know gets him to the finish line faster than he wants.

“Show that runner what he’s been missing!” he egged me on more. “Oh fuck yah!” he exclaimed when I slobbered down his shaft and used what ran into his crack to shove two fingers inside him.

A few swipes of my fingertips to Kent’s prostate while I suck-worked his raging dick and he blasted off in my mouth yelling. The first shots of his thick come went straight down my throat because he grabbed my head and jammed himself all in. But I managed to pull off enough to make him cry out as I licked his fattened and sensitive head and took the rest while he thrashed about and yelled.

I climbed up him and kissed him full on while he panted.

“I love the way we taste.” His chest heaved under me still and he’d brought his arms around me in a tight hug.

“I love that I can make you come that easy and even more that you can go again with such a short time in between.”

“Helps I have a stud for a hubby who keeps me worked up and wanting him all the time.”

Before I could match that Sasha gave forth a serious ‘LET ME IN!’ bark from outside. We both laughed but it was me who got up, grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and got into them so I could go let our faithful companion in.

Over breakfast Kent brought up the runner again. We talked over a couple of ways to engage. Be outside with Sasha when he did his run today ... if he did his run today and if he did it at the same time. Be fucking on my desk when/if. Be in the window shirtless which I quickly rejected because of my prominent scars from the heart surgeries. Make a sign. Get ready for a run and watch from the garage until he came down the street then jog out and join in. And a few others; often laughing at the absurdity of it all.

In the end we decided nothing and our mornings progressed. I wasn’t paying attention to the time when Kent came into my office in tight rowing shorts and shirtless with a huge piece of construction paper.

“It’s near the time right?”

“You dog,” I tried stifling a laugh. “What are you writing on there? ‘For a good time call’ and one of our numbers?”

Kent turned the makeshift sign and in his neat block lettering big enough to be seen from a low flying jet: 2 GUYS WHO THINK YOU’RE HOT and my and his cell numbers.

“OH. MY. GOD! You are a dog!”

“Woof woof,” my husband said back with a big grin. And then, “WAIT! Is that him?”

I started to say it would be another few minutes to when I’d seen the guy the day before but when I looked up the street there was a shirtless jogger approaching. We both stared as he passed a couple of houses nearing us until I finally said unnecessarily that it was him.

It was unnecessary because when he was a couple of houses up from the corner he saw the two of us in the window and waved.

“He is hot for sure.” That was Kent’s soft spoken observation.

He was approaching the corner. Then he dropped at the stop sign and started the pushups looking our way. When he got to the one handers he waved at us like he’d waved at me the day before. Then he finished and it seemed he’d done them faster than the previous day.

“Get the sign up!” I told Kent nervously.

Kent laughed at me but did get the sign up awkwardly holding it precariously. I took the end closest and we held it together and tried to peer around the ends of the sign to see his reaction. DAMN! I couldn’t be sure if I’d said it aloud or if Kent and I both did or if we both just thought it.

“Maybe he’ll call?”

I plopped down in my chair. Kent went to leave dragging the sign. And then our watches and my phone all pinged and chimed when the front doorbell recognized motion coming toward the door. Then the doorbell chimed and we both stood looking at each other in stupefied silence while Sasha barked and raced to the front door.

I picked up my phone and then grinned at the image. We both barged out of my study in a sprint and got to the door. Sasha was sitting directly to the side as he’s been trained still barking. I reached for the door.

“Easy boy, your dads are having some fun.”

“Hope this is OK?”

He stood with his hands on his hips all sweaty and panting, grinning at us. Sasha gave him a slow woof which is pretty much what we were thinking. The runner looked better close up.

“Oh it’s for sure OK.”

Kent answered for us.

“I’m Jef Everhardt one F by the way. I’m visiting my parents for Christmas. Maybe you know them? Over on Beeman Cove?”

“Ever hard,” I repeated slowly drawing out the hard and looking at a well packed crotch in front of us.

Kent elbowed me.

“We’re Kent and Al. We’re new here and don’t know many people yet or all the streets in here.”

“But we’re glad to know you Jef.” This time I sounded a little less like the pervy thoughts running through my head.

“Hey so guys I thought maybe later after I finish my run and shower ... “ He grinned at us and raised his eyebrows.

I had a better idea. “Why don’t you finish your run and come back just the way you are. From the looks of you you’re tasty already. You’ll be ripe for the picking.”

“Or you could just stay now and we could make sure you got enough aerobic exercise?” Kent always had such good ideas.

Jef grinned. “Are you asking me in?” He also adjusted himself in sweaty running shorts. The bulge that was noticeable there was taking form.

“Oh yeah!”

to be continued