Neighborhood Distraction

The house was still warm; it wasn’t midnight yet and despite the unusual freezing temp outside and the automatic thermostat lowering at ten we were all sweaty from our romp when we went to get Jef some food.  He suggested we not bother to dress though I grabbed a robe to take Sasha out to do his business; the pool cage door had to be opened for Sasha to get to the crinkling grass.  Our boy did his business and ran back immediately.

When I turned back to the house I could see Kent’s ripped torso moving in the under-cabinet LEDs.  I could also see the very fine ass I’d just fucked and bred as Jef was leaning over the kitchen island.  I had the irrational thought that his sweat was all over the island; of course it was but who the fuck cared?  His crack was shiny with sweat and the more viscous remnants of my cum-wads.  A more rational thought occurred to me: that would make a helluva meal.

Kent was passing our hunky guest a sandwich with Jef’s thanks as he dug in heartily.  I made a beeline to Jef, got to my knees on the terrazzo and dove face first into the hole that was messy with my seed.

“Whoa there!” Jef exclaimed surprised.  “Guess I’m not the only one hungry,” he speculated.

His ass was day-old sweat, a touch of man-funk, and sex and cum; in other words, de-fucking-licious.  I tongued his crack and pucker and speared my tongue into his loosened hole and reclaimed as much of my seed as I could.

“Leave some lube for me,” Kent requested with a laugh.

Jef was moaning louder than his initial appreciation for the sandwich Kent had made for him.  As hungry as he was from a day of only Gatorade, that was saying something.  He was wriggling his ass and pushing back into my face in a most encouraging way so I lapped and tongue-fucked at that hole until I was dripping again and Kent shoved me out of the way.

Kent lined-up, hocked a wad of spit on his monster rod, and SHOVED inside Jef.

“HOOOOLLLLY FUCK!” Jef cried in a full octave above his normal tone.

Kent took no notice and was banging his full length into Jef hard and fast from the get-go.  “This is a beautiful hole.  I think we should claim it; what do you say hon?”

I couldn’t answer because I’d maneuvered around in front of Jef and was licking his stiffening dick and giving his balls a good manhandling.  His sweaty pubes in my nose were as heavenly as his hole had been; and his cock was crusty with his own loads he’d shot.  There was some new slick at his head which I sucked from his slit as greedily as Kent was taking his hole.

“God-damn YES!” Jef was panting.  “Fuckin’ USE me!”

I could feel him slamming back to meet Kent’s savage thrusts as hard as Kent was pounding him.  I knew that feeling well; the sublime state of Kent’s monster dick reaming my guts and the craving for him even deeper and for every drop of his baby batter.

Jef’s twerk-like gyrations took me by surprise as he put his all into working Kent’s dick.  I could tell Jef was clenching from the tightening in his balls and his dick twitching in my mouth.  He’d gone fully hard and I didn’t give him long until he had another load fucked out of him.  And I was right.

“Oh holy mother-fuck!” he shouted with his dick thickening and his body tensing.  It wasn’t much but only I knew it; his shouts made it sound like he was pumping gallons into my mouth.

“Mmmm that pussy is GOOD when it clenches,” Kent cried as Jef’s dick dry-pumped against my tongue.

Kent was pounding so hard the slapping of his sweaty groin was loud and his balls were tight but swinging into my chin.  I decided to give him a boost and took his sac in a tight grip like I know skyrockets him and I slipped my middle finger into his hole.

With a loud roar Kent slammed himself into Jef which got a corresponding cry from Jef.  Then Kent’s cock began to pump; I could feel it by his balls which I had trouble maintaining my grip on.  Also Jef was yelling.

“I fuckin’ feel it.  Goddamn shoot those swimmers in me!  Fuck yeah mix with your husband’s and knock me the fuck up!”

Kent was breathing hard and loud and sweat was running down his sac from his crack.  There was also some of his cum running despite the tightness of the stretch where his shaft was buried in Jef’s pussy.  I licked both the sweat and the cum greedily and jacked myself furiously until I grunted through a painful climax of my own.

Kent withdrew and made Jef moan.  I licked his dick clean and then tried to get as much leakage of his cum out of Jef’s stretched hole as I could.  I knew from experience that Kent’s load was mostly far more than ten inches inside him but some was there for me to lap up.

When Kent was out he pulled me up and into a kiss; he savored the taste of all of us with me.  Then Jef turned around and tentatively joined into the kiss.  This wasn’t usual for us, but it wasn’t against the rules.

When we’d sucked face for long enough I said, “How ‘bout a cool shower to rinse off and then we choose where we sleep?”

Jef looked surprised.  “I was hoping … “ he looked down.

I reached up and messed his short sweaty hair up.  “Guest’s choice.”

Jef’s face lightened immediately.  “I wouldn’t want to waste a set of sheets in your guest room when we can share.”

Sasha took his place in our room as we went on to the bathroom.  When we were slightly cleansed and emerged he was sound asleep; so were we moments after we crawled in and got into a double spoon.