Neighborhood Distraction

When Jef and I walked through the doors to my bedroom we saw what we expected; Quint on his hands and knees but his chest and ass both down at an angle for Kent to be railing him hard and fast from beside the bed. Quint’s “daddy” pleas were punctuated by loud grunts with each impact of my husband’s groin against the boy’s fine fuzzy ass. Kent’s big low-hangers were indeed hanging low and swinging wildly into Quint’s which was a sure indication that he had plenty more fucking to do before he was close to blowing his wad.

I had given Jef’s sac a good enough squeeze to wordlessly tell him to stop and enjoy the view when we entered the room. Kent had other ideas than us spectating  

“Will one of you get the fuck over here and shove something down this bitch-boy’s throat to shut him the fuck up?” Kent pleaded. 

I looked to Jef, gave a yank on his jewels,  and cocked my head to voluntell him for Kent’s task. Jef grinned and acknowledged. “On it!” I release my grip on him; he then clambered onto the bed, grabbed Quint’s sweaty blond hair to pull his head up, and shoved his hard dick into Quint’s mouth without a wasted moment.

“Nghayaaa,” came from the now-skewered ex-marine. 

“And Al you get under him and shove your big cock up into this sloppy cunt with mine. Maybe together we can get enough friction going to get off in this over-used cavern.” Having fucked Quint the afternoon and night before I knew that while perhaps over-used Quint’s love tunnel was no cavern; it was no clenched glove but it was no cavern. Still who was I to deny my husband’s invitation? And with him giving me a compliment on my manhood no less!

With no small effort Kent managed to keep  fucking Quint with Jef face-fucking him but also got his rear up enough for me to bed-limbo under him. Where Kent’s skill (or maybe his patience) faltered was when I was under the bitch-boy and my husband grabbed my hard-on and forced it inside the already-full chute. He quite nearly ripped my dick off me because I couldn’t adjust my position easily with Quint’s weight on me; and Quint’s hole nearly got ripped open.

“Owwwwwww FUCK you’re ripping me apart! Grrrrrrrrrrrph!” the youngest of us yelled as I felt my dick smashed inside him beside my husband’s big fat cock. The cry was garbled by Jef pulling him back onto his dick. 

The secondary benefit to an already exceptional position was to have Jef’s balls swinging in my face. I noticed at once the different smell of him and confirmed with my tongue that he’d showered this morning. My overly-analytical brain wondered which of the other bathrooms he’d used to shower; i knew he hadn’t used our big wet room in our master bath.

Returning to the moment from my pointless speculation, between the good doctor’s balls in my mouth, the spit from Quint’s mouth falling on my face, my dick up his ass, and my husband’s fucking alongside mine; well I was in pig heaven. 

“Yeah maybe now this boy’s stretched pussy can show his fuckers a good time!” Kent growled. 

Not to let that comment lie I felt Quint working both our cocks with his ass muscles; quite a feat with my husband’s big dick stretching him beside mine too. 

“God damn he’s no slouch in the kegels department,” I contributed with Jef’s balls bouncing in my eyes before I got them back into my mouth. 

“Yeah that’s it take these three rods you fuckin’ slut!” Jef chimed in. “SO fuckin’ hot; what a fuckin’ slut you are though!”

He was ahead of all of us; I felt his balls pulling-up and made sure to flick and lick and to suck harder as he neared the release. 

“Jesus I’m going to … “ He didn’t finish other than a long grunt as I felt his urethra ejaculating his cum into Quint’s slurping and gagging mouth. There was plenty leaking out and falling into my face and mouth with spit and snot;I lapped it up like a starved man. 

Quint’s asshole was still working my husband’s and my dicks but he kept slobbering on Jef’s cock until the doc suddenly pulled back with a cry. “Sensitive!” He whimpered and fell back on the bed on his haunches.

Quint attempted a lunge toward Jef’s crotch; but Kent was having none of it. Kent yanked Quint up hard by his hair until he was basically sitting on my cock and Kent was driving upwards into him.

I felt Kent’s rock-hard rod getting even harder and thicker and his head was scraping along my shaft and slamming past my own throbbing head harder. He’d stopped saying anything and then stopped thrusting after a final deep one. I felt every pump of his release as his cock throbbed and pulsed next to mine; and I felt his hot wetness as he flooded Quint’s channel while he exhaled a very long and loud breath. 

“Oh hell to the YEAH!” Quint cried-out as he was flooded with what felt like gallons of my husband’s ball juice. 

“Now it’s Al’s turn,” my thoughtful husband called the play and began stroking in and out of Quint’s hole again. 

I felt the friction and the sloshing fluid and damn it felt good; but not good enough. I spoke-up. “Neither Quint nor I have got off. I want him to fuck me and I want Jef to blow me and you to suck my nuts hon.”

“I don’t usually … “ 

I didn’t let Quint finish. “You do today, boy! Fuck your daddy. NOW for Christ’s sake!”

Quint responded immediately, obediently dismounting from my dick and took my legs and spread them, stood between them, and lined-up. Enough of Kent’s cum had run down my cock and over my balls and crack that Quint rubbed his hard dickhead in my crack and began pushing inside me with little effort. Truth was I was used to Kent’s monster dick and Quint’s was of such a lesser scale that it went in much easier.

“Oh daddy that’s a hot man-pussy you have there.”

Jef and Kent had gotten themselves on my dick and balls and we’re going to town; I tried to ignore the “daddy” crap.

Quint’s curved cock jammed my prostate which also helped compensate for the daddy nonsense by sending a spray of sparks through my insides.

“There. Right there!” I shouted.

For a guy who says he doesn’t usually top Quint was damn good at it; having two hot men working my balls and cock amped it all up too. 

“More! Yeah! There! I’m gonna shoot!”

I wasn’t sure which or if it was all of them I was talking to but I was that close. 

“Yeah daddy! Do it! I’m going to fill you while daddy’s nuts blast out.”

And just like that we both came; or more accurately I came apart in wild convulsions of climax as my balls ejected hard enough it felt like I might break into a million pieces. 

Quint dumped his load in my shitter and never stopped telling me and everyone how hot it was to seed his “daddy.” Whatever! I was too busy exploding in a galactic burst of pleasure to even hear him  

I was floating and Kent and Jef were both kissing me; that snapped me into focus again because I felt like Kent didn’t know there was more to the kiss. But Quint’s tongue was up my crummy hole slurping for all he was worth; I decided to just go with it. 

When we’d all had enough and had laid-out across the bed and each other Quint said, “I should be getting home. Dad and Karen will be getting up and around and I’d like to get in and not have them get a whiff of me.”

“You can shower here,” I said weakly. 

“I’d feel weird putting my sweaty workout shorts after showering. No worries I’ll just go.”

Jef spoke-up while Quint was getting his sneaks and socks on and asked Quint if we could give him Quint’s number. “Sure … er sure thing if you want it!” Quint said a little starry-eyed and then went back to tying his shoes. 

Jef wasn’t going anywhere. “My folks aren’t expecting me at least until noon. I told them I’d leave yesterday and implied it would be after work and I’d stop somewhere for the night.” 

“It’s good not to lie to your parents,” I told Jef and we all laughed. 

“OH WAIT!” Jef suddenly shouted. “Kent and Quint I made breakfast. It’s in the warming oven.”

Quint went to Jef and grinned in his face. “I’ve already had two protein breakfasts; one thanks to you and it was a huge one! And my second course was a bounty if i say myself. But knowing you cook is getting filed away for possible future ref. And you already know what my specialty is,” he said with a wink. 

I’d never seen Quint be so playful and certainly never flirty. I liked it on him. And I liked Jef’s receptivity. Maybe this whole thrupple thing would just waste away. 

When Quint had left and Kent was back from the front door Jef asked if he could shower again and then take a nap in one of our spare rooms before he headed to the other side of the country club where his parents live. Kent invited him to forget the shower and to crawl into bed with us … again … to sleep some more before he left to drive around the ring road to his parents’ side of the country club.

I used the app to shut-down the warming oven and we arranged ourselves; Kent then me then Jef and spooned our way into more slumber inhaling the strongly manly scents of pleasure that were pervasive.