Neighborhood Distraction

We were taking one of our demon bike rides, as I called Kent’s penchant for Tour de France-level sprints. I make it sound like I hate it, but truth be told I love the sweat as much as the renewed confidence in my body’s strength and stamina. I love even more the sight of my husband’s wide shoulders, broad v-shaped back tapering to his narrow waist, fine glutes, hamstrings, and calves, all obviously muscled, rolling and rippling, as he pumps his pedals hard. His wide bare back and hard-muscled bubble butt alone is plenty distracting when I think about gripping it as he pounds me deep and hard and long. I have to fight to keep from laying my bike and myself out because I’m unable keep my mind on my balance and pedal-work.

My AirPods jarred me into another frame of reference: “Text from doctorJef{last name omitted}” (in that annoying way Siri seems to run people’s names together fast. “I’m an hour out of JAX and running over two hours early because I got away early. If your company hasn’t arrived yet we could put that time to great use. Eggplant emoji. Eggplant emoji. Eggplant emoji. Winkie-face emoji. Heart emoji. Heart emoji. Heart emoji.”

I heard Kent but couldn’t understand what he was saying in front of me. Soon enough Siri brought his reply.

My AirPods: “Text from doctorKent{last name omitted}.” (Yes I’m proud enough of my husband’s PhD to have it in my contact!) “No matter how thoroughly you shower at our house after we’re done with you there’s no way your parents won’t know you’ve been used like the dirty whore you are.”

My husband never disappoints. And thanks be to god or whatever bestows such vulgar blessings neither does my dick; it was stirring in my bike shorts beyond the semi I always had perving on my husband’s sweaty body as I had been before Jef’s text.

My AirPods: “Text from doctorJef{last name omitted}. Hahahahahaha. Don’t make me run off I-95 in anticipation. Fuck me soon. Heart emoji.”

That damn heart again!

My kids and theirs weren’t getting in until Saturday morning; it was Thursday afternoon. Too bad Jef’s parents were expecting him tonight. Something struck a chord in my head about that; but the chord was off-key and didn’t quite render. Other than the scintillating notion of us feasting on that for a day and a half otherwise!

Kent called back over his shoulder, “Remember he texted last week he was getting in Friday night?” I did; that was what I couldn’t quite recall. “It’s probably our magnetic personalities drawing him here sooner,” Kent continued and laughed and pumped his pedals harder.

I pushed myself harder to keep-up; I also pushed out of my mind the coalescing images of Jef’s hard body covered in sweat and full of our cum. I needed to focus and not end-up in the ER when Jef arrived.

As we began the next-to-last lap of the ring road we again passed the house of a neighbor we knew. A widowed retired marine officer lived there with his still-working girlfriend; and his marine vet son whom we knew better. The garage door was open now as we knew it was every afternoon at this time. And as we expected so was the ripped son hitting the weights and pumping on the gym he had set-up in there.

I was in the lead then; my husband flattered me by saying he wanted “equal time ogling’ my ‘booty.’ I slowed as we approached the major’s house and as the garage came into view so did the stunning shape of the younger marine we knew to be the major’s son Quint. He was stretching and warming-up in the sun up on the driveway in his cut-off sweats bottoms and otherwise nothing. Imagine a blond and slightly younger Henry Cavill and you will see Quint in your mind’s eye.

I waved and I assumed Kent did too. Quint waved and showed his version of a smile; forced, sad and (literally) war-weary. We had befriended Quint and had bedded him. Or he did both to us; only history will tell. This is another story for another time except to say that he told us after our second ‘play-date’ that the endorphin rush he got from being used by us was better than all the many drugs the VA had him on (in the quest to get him stable mentally and happy). When he was with us he was both; and even his tough dad had thanked us for our ‘kindness’ to Quint and had acknowledged that ‘it seems to be exactly what he needs.’ That was awkward as there was absolutely no doubt that the major knew exactly what ‘it’ was we were giving his son.

“I have an idea,” Kent called from behind me and then came up nearly aside me. “What if we ask Quint and Jef—“

“STOP!” I called out loud enough to startle a couple of kids skateboarding as we passed. I was laughing; my dick was having more strategic thoughts.

“Up to you,” Kent left it passing me and taking the lead.

“You had your opp to leave me for dead two years ago. Now you want another chance with my heart and three young studs?!” I joked; but I wasn’t joking. The thought of what had nearly killed me was never far from my mind however many times I doubled the fitness of an average man in his fifties.

“Now YOU STOP!” Kent called back.

We rode on until we passed Quint for the final time. This time he was walking the driveway between sets; the sheen of his sweat under his deep tan on his smooth toned back muscles and amazingly defined leg muscles was more stirring for my dick.

This time it was Queen’s “I Want to Break Free” that Siri interrupted in my AirPods. “Text from doctorKent{last name omitted}. Would you be interested in adding a sweaty young vaxxed clean and disease-free marine hunk to two sweaty daddies?”

Why Kent referred to himself as a ‘daddy’ to a man older than he was all to do with Kent’s big dick. And if I’m honest the imprecision of the reference far out-weighed the HAWTness!

“You dirty fuck!” I called to Kent after a quick look-around to make sure we weren’t near enough to anyone out to hear us.

Kent’s sweaty curls threw off a plume of sweat back that splattered my face when he threw his head back in a loud long laugh. “You love it!” he called.

I sure did. And I loved his sweat. Fortunately both of our play-prospects for this evening did also.

Siri interrupted “A Kind of Magic” in my AirPods. “Text from doctorJef{last name omitted}. I’d speed-up for that but I’m already having trouble concentrating on my driving. The blood is all leaving my big head for the lower one. The answer is allcaps fuck yes to be clear.”

Of course it was. I had no hope that the troubled Quint would be up for it but my dick was on board and hoping.

When we came back around to our house that last round Kent took us past. I then speculated that his choice not to Siri a text to Quint with the invitation had been purposeful. When we slowed approaching the major’s house I knew.

We stopped and stood astride our bikes as Quint clanked a bar with what I quickly calc’d to be 270 lbs of plates onto the rack and sat-up all pumped and sweaty from an incline press set. “Hey dudes,” he called and got up and walked toward us. The sweat rolled in rivulets from his hairline down his sinewy neck and over his massive shoulders … “and I hadn’t done it yet,” he was saying. I hadn’t gotten any of it; the sight of him is breath-taking.

“‘s cool bud,” Kent assured him using the bro-talk that comes so easy to him. “We have a uh friend coming over in an hour or so. As Al says a ‘like-minded’ friend I bet you’d like to meat.” The emphasis’ Kent put on the last word left no doubt he meant meet in the context of meat!

Quint’s face darkened more than the resting sadness and weariness; he even took a step backward. “Oh, I don’t—“

“Hey Quint,” Kent gently interrupted him, “It’s us Quint; and he’s our friend. You’re okay bud.”

I reached-out slowly and put my hand on Quint’s slick massive shoulder and smiled. He looked at me then at Kent. “Do I have to?” he asked in a voice much younger and more timid than his usual deep marine voice.

I wasn’t certain if he meant did he have to agree to come to our place, to meet Jef, to let us all fuck him, or what. What I was certain of was I could feel him tremble a little and I squeezed his shoulder to reassure him.

My decision would have been to drop it; but Kent was intrepid. He also knew a troubled soul from his own experience; maybe he knew better what Quint needed. I was fortunate to be able to stifle the laugh at the thought “Like his dad knows what he ‘needs’” by smiling more and giving his bolder-like shoulder a rub.

Kent went on. “Of course you don’t have to come and meet Jef and play with us.” Kent’s ability to cover all the bases and to know the bases to cover always makes me sigh with appreciation for my intuitive husband. “But Quint we would love to have you and we promise you it will be a great time. Your choice. Our place in an hour or so. Don’t shower,” he ended with a dirty smirk.

Again to Kent’s credit that turned Quint’s mien back to normal; maybe even a bit of a smile. And I could feel him relax.

“Hope we see you later Quint,” I added and gave him another gentle shoulder squeeze. “Have a killer workout!”

The corners of his mouth turned-up even if just for a moment. “Best times of my every day routine,” he confirmed what I already knew. “Well except for when a couple of hot men … well when you two … “ He didn’t finish.

Kent had turned his bike and was mounting the saddle. “We two and our stud friend hope you come over in an hour Quint. Lift hard man. Sweat!” I knew he’d be mounting Jef soon and with luck Quint and me too.”

When we were a few houses down the street headed back toward our house riding side-by-side I said to Kent, “I sure wish— “

Kent cut me off. “You know he knows we are always there for him Al. He talks to us when he wants to. And he gets fucked the way he needs to. We can’t push him to do any more before he’s ready. Remember he’s someone else’s son.”

I couldn’t help but wish we could get him the right help. Kent was one hundred percent right though. Still … I finally settled on a joke to dispel the gravity. “Damn good thing he’s not our son. I know incest is in but whoa the stuff we to him!”

Kent guffawed which pulled me more into the light-hearted mood I’d been in. “We’ve always offered to let him do the same to us!” Kent offered truthfully. “Can we help it if he’s a wanton slut whose legs fly into the air every time he sees a hard cock?”

“I for one do my best to help him every time those legs reach for the heavens.”

“You’re a giver,” my husband kidded me.

“Then why is my butthole always so sore from your freakishly large cock?”

We both laughed and decided we had time to take another lap through the country club. “Loser tops!” my husband called-out as he stood on his pedals and sped ahead pumping hard; he liked giving me impossible choices.

We took three more laps at speed; it was Kent’s choice each time passing our house or the turn for it as we came around. Of course he wiped the streets of our neighborhood with me; in fact his bike was already racked when I turned up the drive. I watched as he downed half a bottle of water standing just outside as I sailed by him and in. When I jumped off and walked to a stop deep in where the hooks were I turned in time to see him take the last gulp. His body is breathtaking, even as he nears forty. I get myself go hard just watching him stretch himself out in the sun, his sweat running off his bare torso like it was raining.

Siri in my AirPods: “Text from doctorJef{last name omitted}. Making great time. Just exiting the highway.” That time Siri interrupted the classic Robert Palmer’s “Simply Irresistible” which the cosmic iTunes shuffle god had chosen at the right time as I gawked at

My sexy af husband. As I wondered if Jef had exited the interstate or the loop near our house. Then Siri again: “Location received from doctorJef{last name omitted}.”

I fished my phone out of my sweaty bike shorts and looked. Kent came to my side to look at my phone; he refuses to take his when we ride. Jef was two miles away exiting the business loop around the city.

“Let me do that for you old man,” Kent offered and effortlessly snatched my bike, up-ended it, and put it on the hook. I caught a strong whiff of him when he raised his arms and my dick throbbed. “Hey Siri,” he was saying. “Send text to Quinton.” He paused. “Our buddy Jef will be here in five. We really hope you’ll join.”

I tapped Kent on the shoulder and pointed up the street; Quint was jogging toward us in all his sun-drenched pumped glory. “Hold text Siri.” Then to me, “He might keep going.”

Then Quint was there, adding the strong scent of his manly sweat to ours in our garage. Kent and I both went to him and embraced him warmly; all three of us greeted and thanked and then made a few lewd comments about the fun we were going to have and grab-assed and grab-dicked and laughed. A bark from inside the house reminded us that another male wanted in on the greetings; we all laughed and went to the door and let Sasha derail our sex talk.

When Jef’s spiffy convertible turned up the drive only a moment later Sasha assumed his cautious stance. All of us were still sweating in the heat of the garage knowing he’d bed there any moment. When he leaned over the car door while he came to a stop and called, “All of you boys eager to see me?” Sasha bounded out to greet him properly.

Jef looked finer than ever; he’d obviously been finding plenty of time for the gym. {####### INSERT JEF’S DESCRIPTION HERE #######} Quint, Kent, and I had let Sasha do the honors alone and then walked out into the sun to join them. Jef had already stripped off his polo shirt and had draped it over the seat of his spiffy coupe. Another group hug with Quint hanging back.

“This is our buddy Quint. Quint this is our friend Jef.” Sasha turned to Quint and then to Jef as Kent did the honors.

Quint put out his hand to shake; but Jef took it and pulled him in. “Stud if what I hope is going to happen is what happens a hand-shake is far too insufficient a greeting!” Quint was noticeably awkward in the embrace until Jef ran his hands down our marine fuck-buddy’s slick back muscles while he inhaled deeply. When he clamped his hands around Quint’s globular glutes and moaned Quint relaxed into it and moaned himself.

“Oh trust me whatever you have been thinking will happen is probably just the beginning!” I contributed.

“You’re fuckin’ hot man,” Jef told Quint after he’d released him. Then he looked from Kent to me. “And you two are sizzlin’ as always. But man Al you’re really stacked man. You’ve been hitting it hard and it shows.” Then he grinned. “Are you his trainer? Man oh man are you built!” He’d turned back to Quint; obviously Jef and Quint would hit it off.

Quint surprised me and spoke-up. “Dude you’re smokin’ yourself.” Then as if he remembered to compliment the hosts however undeservedly he turned and ran his hand down Kent’s sweaty cobbled abs. “And these guys? The hottest!” he finished, giving me a feel-up to be equitable.

Jef looked around at the open garage doors self-consciously. “Maybe we could continue this inside?”

“Inside” prompted Sasha to bound for the door; we all laughed. “Yeah our mostly-tolerant neighbors might be pushed a bit TOO far,” Kent laughed.

We crossed the garage in two pairs; Jef and Quint with their arms around each other’s shoulders and Kent and me. The waft of our scent accompanied us and became more prominent when we passed through the laundry room and so-called front hall. Jef had taken the lead and went directly toward the other end of the house which is our bedroom suite. Presumptuous; and perfect.

Kent went through the so-called butler’s pantry (these grandiose terms from the listing still made me laugh) to attend to Sasha who had taken a seat by where his biscuits are kept. “You want some water Quint or Jef?” Quint said he did; Jef made some lewd comment about semen and it’s composition of fluids. I heard a slap and laughing and wasn’t sure who had smacked whom but laughed with them.

Kent brought four waters and we found Jef with his face buried in Quint’s bushy left pit when we got into our bedroom door. Jef’s stylish walking shorts were tented; Quint’s sweat-soaked cut-off sweats were obscenely tented. We weren’t far behind.

Kent and I went through and detoured into our bathroom, kicked off our bike shoes, stripped-off our socks and sweaty biking shorts in the wet room and headed back. We were in time to see Jef working his way across the pumped slabs of Quint’s impressive pecs with his tongue and lips; Jef was moaning and groping Jef’s well-developed shoulders. Quint was feeling-up Jef yet standing statuesque; he was grinning though which made me feel good another way.

We joined them and wrapped our arms around both of them. “Fuck you guys all smell and taste so fuckin’ good!” Jef affirmed and breathed in loud before resuming his oral assault on our very own living statue of David.

Jef had his hand on my cock and sweaty balls and might have his other on Kent’s the way he was moaning. Or it was Quint; both of them were as hot for Kent’s big rod as I am. Kent and I feasted on Quint’s sweaty neck, shoulders, and heavenly pits and whether it was us or Jef having gotten to Quint’s cock his moans were appreciative. I knew someone had pulled down Quint’s shorts; my hand had been down them feeling and fingering his perfect young ass and very willing hole.

I pulled my finger from third knuckle-deep and brought it up to smell; strongly sweaty, very manly tang and uniquely Quint, with a hint of mint which was also Quint’s signature clean-out. He’d joked once about “the comforts of being off deployment” and “being able to always be ready for the good kind of action.” He was equally fastidious about his foreskin; I may like a man to smell like a man but I prefer my cheese with crackers and appreciated Kent’s, Quint’s, any man’s efforts to keep it clean under his hood!

I offered my finger to Kent who smelled and then sucked it and growled. “Are we going to draw straws for who fucks me first?” It was Jef who made us all laugh and just as quickly he was back slurping on Quint’s dick.

Quint gasped. “It’s not going to be me because you’re about to make me cum now if you don’t stop.”

I leaned around and got his left nipple in my mouth and I felt Kent’s head bump mine; we often had the same ideas. Quint gasped again harder this time. “I. Mean. It.” he said through gasps. I got my finger back up his hole and felt his body shudder in time with more gasping. “Oh fuck dudes! Oh fuck!” He continued. “Ohhhhhhhh!”

I sucked and diddled Quint while his body tensed and he cried out and then began shakes that I knew were timed with his shots. Jef grunted and swallowed loud in time with the spasms; I knew he was getting a big load by the way Quint’s spasms continued but he hadn’t pulled away yet.

Suddenly and with no transition Quint forcefully broke free of all of us. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried, his lower head still dripping.

For a moment I was worried something had short-circuited in his war-wounded brain. Jef was on his knees catching his breath and licking his lips. Then Quint took a huge breath. “FUCK I needed that!” he shouted as to heaven. He turned on us with a wicked grin. “And Jef I don’t care who fucks you first but I’M getting fucked right now!!” With that he dropped to the floor and pulled his knees up and his hairy hole up. “COME ON!” he demanded.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Jef joked.

“Al owes a fuck. He’ll do the honors and I’ll do you Jef.” And the student becomes the master; I’ve always been the organizer, but Kent is taking the helm. Kent gave my very stiff hard-on a whack to be certain I conformed.

I took over and went into that hole with my tongue without any hesitation. Tasted even better first-hand; or maybe first-hand was when I’d tasted him before. I laughed to myself and Kent’s moans turned to a growl. “It’s yours Mr. S. but remember what you’re down there for while you amuse yourself.” I leaned out and whacked his hard butt with as much force as I could master; I knew he could take it but I made the marine whelp before he moaned when I spit on his loosening rosebud and then lined-up. “Come on just do it!” he urged me.

I noticed Kent was just entering Jef; Jef’s long cry was the signal Kent’s big pole was invading him. “Ah Jesus man ah fuck ahhhhhhhhhh fuck!” And Kent was in about a third I could see.

Deciding not to be a slacker I shoved into my own target hole. “Fuck yeah daddy!” Quint cried out. “Use me daddy. Fuck your boy!”

I’m not wild about the “daddy” stuff; and that’s an understatement. I raised two sons, have a son-in-law and now two young grandsons; the idea of incest is repugnant. (And don’t take me wrong; I’m not tolerant of any man/boy combination where the boy isn’t competent to consent but otherwise it’s not for me to judge. I just find nothing appealing about it.) So I was as annoyed with Quint as I was alarmed that he might have those feelings for his father the major, maybe more than that. I slammed into him harder and thought I might fracture my pelvis. His response was to double-down on the daddy crap and piss me off more.

“That’s it daddy. This hole is yours because I’m your boy. Take my hole. Use me daddy. Use me to dump your nuts. FUCK ME!” I should mention that he’d thrown his legs over my shoulders and was using my shoulders to leverage himself into meeting every pounding thrust I could throw. “Awww fuck yeah right there. Daddy knows how to send his boy to the stars. FUCK ME HARDER!” Not sure how it was possible but I did what he demanded and turned-up the horsepower until I was grunting and panting and all he was doing was crying out with every in and out stroke. At least the daddy crap was squelched.

Kent had a technique which drove me absolutely crazy and he was using it on Jef. Not sufficient to be hung like a prized stallion; Kent’s past have him the advantage of being expert in every technique to drive a man wild. One was screwing. No not just fucking but actual screwing; he was fucking but also gyrating his hips so his big hard pole ground around in and out like a screw might go in or come out. Thus “the screw;” I know it’s beyond the worst pun there could be. His fucking though is beyond description in the superlative category; I can attest to that.

“Awww fuck dude this is what I’ve needed. Core me out good Kent. I’ve needed this bad!”

The sight of my husband’s perfect bubble butt flexing (along with the rest of his swimmer’s body) as he drilled his long hard-on in and out of Jef’s stretched hole was hypnotic; the gyrations had his lats in particularly captivating motion like some clinical study of the male form in motion or a transition between poses in a competition. I knew and felt every sensation Jef was signaling of bottoming bliss as he encouraged Kent to use him.

And I kept my end (to use a word) of the bargain with Quint in spite of the daddy crap which was again spewing from him in a continuous litany. As often happens Kent and I were sharing that observation. With a graceful move worthy of a ballet dancer Kent made a lunge and snagged Jef’s walking shorts where he’d shed them; and then another lateral lunge to lean over and stuff some of them into Quint’s mouth to muffle his nonsense mercifully to me.

The moves as Kent lunged obviously stoked Jef’s pleasures. “Oh YEAH! Dude yeah! That’s so deep,” he moaned.

I kept on slamming into Quint’s always tight hole and savored the quieter background noise now a continuous drone of muffled “nnnnnngggghhhh” sounds. The feel of his tight hole wet and gripping my dick felt more like nnnnnngggghhh than it did “daddy” and my balls seemed to be responding to that freedom from his distracting verbalization.

Kent took another lunge and this time snagged my neck in a strong pull and crashed our lips together. We kissed bumpily as we both pounded our visitors within an inch of their lives. He broke away and in a panting huff suggested we “empty our balls into these two holes” and then pulled me back to where our teeth banged while our tongues dueled, our lips sucked and smacked, and our grunts and groans reflected our efforts.

My turn came to be the organizer and I grappled and shoved Quint around in a one-eighty like he was break-dancer so I could be facing Kent. I went back at Kent’s lips; and Quint took the opp to wriggle his head under Jef and got his mouth filled with Jef’s dripping hard-on after yanking the boxer-brief gag out in the process.

“Awwwwww dude!” Jef cried-out. “Oh yeah!”

We broke our kiss and watched as Jef’s head was up and his back arched and his butt thrusting now meeting Kent’s long strokes but also throat-fucking Quint.

Kent had the idea to compress our four-man unit; he pulled Jef by his short hair to the right so he awkwardly climbed over Quint’s lower body too. Jef came in to try and kiss me but Kent shoved Jef’s head down into Quint’s sweaty crotch and swinging hard dick. “Better idea!” Jef confirmed before swallowing Quint whole.

Better idea indeed was what flashed through my head in that split second. The heart emojis still bothered the back of my brain. 

Over the loud moans both Quint and Jef emitted as Jef began sucking him Kent said, “Happy early anniversary my man!” holding eye contact as we bobbed and fucked.

“I’m not going to last that long,” I groaned in time to my thrusts.

Our anniversary was coming-up the next day a few hours from now. I suppose technically today because I had taken Kent home after his shift at that restaurant before midnight; but the next day was the way we counted because we lay there in an exhausted heap after hours of energetic sex and began the new chapter of our lives together while we softly talked for a few more than a few hours until dawn the following morning. That was how we counted; starting when we fell asleep together and awoke to what we called our lives’ reawakening together.

Kent was kissing me roughly again and grunting the same as I was when Quint’s moans went urgent and he began bucking underneath Jef. I felt the bucking in harder collisions with Kent that ricocheted into our kiss; and I heard Jef groaning in appreciation and grunting.

My own orgasm caught me off-guard. It was a sudden explosion inside me and I was jammed deep into Quint and the explosion was outward and had me unloading before I knew it.

Quint’s louder moans and wriggling just served to prolong my shots while he was tormented by Jef not letting go of his sensitive dick.

Then Kent quickly shouted, “Here you go doc!” and violently thrust into Jef so hard that last time that he knocked him off Quint’s cock and knocked me back because Jef’s head banged hard into my abs.

That time I reached and snagged Kent’s head which was thrown back howling as he unloaded. I pulled him in and claimed his mouth and rode it through with him to the background of his grunts and Jef’s appreciative babbling.

We sort of all fell away from each other at the same time and collapsed in some twister-fail on the floor. We were all sweating like pigs; the room smelled like a gym locker room after a heavy traffic day without the shower moisture to dull the sweat and funk. The tangy after-aroma of semen was as heavy as the sweat. That led me to realize that we owed Jef a draining. “Jef; your turn!”

“What?” he gasped in a startled and almost fearful way. Then he got what I meant but Kent is the one who broke-in.

“We don’t owe this horny cum-dump anything. He unloaded twice!” Kent gestured weakly toward Quint. “Right?”

Quint grinned impishly. “I took that one for full sirs. But just one.”

Kent laughed. “You’re laying in the puddle of the good doctor’s first one.”

Jef threw his arm out and found Kent’s spent cock and grasped it. Soft he was an impressive shower; tumescent after sperming he was more impressive. “Al you know how to play my prostate like a concertmaster; but this well Kent’s bull cock is like a battering ram that just forces my body to release … after release.

Quint piped-up. “So you’re saying my well-honed cocksucking skills through three tours in the USMC had nothing to do with that second one?”

We all laughed but I could see that Quint’s reaction was genuine.

Jef picked-up on it and before the moment could get tense he came around and pulled Quint into a hug. Then he asked Quint, “Is it true that a man can do anything to a marine just so long as he doesn’t try to kiss him?”

I couldn’t see Quint’s face but his tone of response was softer and more hesitant. “I can only speak for myself sir.” Another pause that could have been awkward was avoided when he continued. “You’re half right,” he said in an even quieter voice.

Jef kissed Quint then. And Quint wrapped his arms around Jef and rode it until his dick was hardening again and Jef was repositioned and grinding into him with his own hard-on rejuvenated.

Kent had a great suggestion as he often did. “Why don’t you two take the next round and let Al and me enjoy the show? Use the bed so we’re all more comfortable.”

Jef broke the kiss and very gently brushed back Quint’s very short hair gazing at him for long enough that Kent and I gave each other a glance. Then Jef pressed in for a lingering kiss just their lips and finally pulled back. “I want to take my time and enjoy you Quint. What say I order all of us some Uber Eats to refuel and we can give these two studs particularly this daddy a show they won’t forget?” When he threw in the d-word he threw me a taunting grin; the perceptive doctor picked-up on my lack of appreciation but knew he he could make the joke.

Quint looked star-struck at Jef and nodded.

Kent and I threw each other another glance; this time a smile.

“Nonsense!” Kent suddenly bellowed and startled all of us. Then getting to his feet his swinging dick and low-hanging hairy balls distracted me and I had to replay what he was saying in my brain to process it. He’d put out his sinewy arm and big hand to me. “Come on daddy. These are our guests. Let’s order the food like good hosts.”

Quint and Jef took their time parting and were getting to their feet when Kent finished his thought. “Though Quint has already had a meal!” His wink made us all laugh.

The sight of Quint’s thigh streaked with my cum when it ran out of his stretched hole made me want to go back to plan A and to have Jef and Quint go at it right now. I was buoyed hopefully when Jef called, “hang on.”

Jef dropped to his knees behind with his hands first on Quint’s waist and then pulled apart his big bubble butt and shoved his face in. Two moans from them preceded two from us as Jef lapped and sucked and made slurping noises. “Push it out!” he urged when he told a breathing break.

We watched the short show lasciviously; we stood immobilized by the rawness. A few times Jef took his fingers and plumbed his own hole and brought creamy digits to his mouth before sucking Quint’s hole some more.

Kent was rock-hard; I was three-quarters. When Jef was done and back on his haunches he took a last dip into his own hole and a long lingering suck and lick clean of his fingers and smacked his lips.

“I don’t know about you Quint and wouldn’t presume your review of my load; but these two studs sure have tasty semen and I can’t imagine dinner could be half as tasty.”

We laughed together and headed into our wet room to cleanse ourselves for the later rounds to come.