Neighborhood Distraction

“Hey Mr. S, Mr. S, Jef with one F! Looks like I’m over-dressed!”  Corey’s enthusiasm was all the more evident when he stopped barely inside the lanai and shed his board shorts.  “Nice to have the warm weather isn’t it?” he asked standing there adjusting his fuzzy balls to the fresh air.

Kent and Jef were stretched-out on two of the teak lounges; I was floating in the pool.  Sasha had hurried out one of the French doors to greet Corey and he stopped, stooped, and nuzzled and buddied it up with our trusty beast until it was apparent just what a pets whore he was (Sasha that is).

I had the best view of Corey crouched down hugging our dog; his jock butt was catching the sun perfectly to accentuate his light coating of strawberry blond hair on his perfect jock butt-cheeks and the thicker thatch in his crack.  His pucker was perfectly pink and had the beauty of youth despite some use; we could attest to some of that use.  Corey’s dick was on the skinny side soft, under average length and was flopping beyond that beautiful jock-hole of his as he squatted to hug and move with Sasha.

Sasha caught sight of a squirrel and left Corey cold.  “Man that boy can crush a guy!” Corey joked and stood.

His dick and balls swung to a stop in a nice hang below a thick thatch of honey-colored pubes.  The first time we’d enjoyed his company with his sexy college stud friend we’d admonished him to quit with the razor “down there.”  Like the good boy he is he’d taken it to heart.

I should mention that our lanai is eighty or ninety percent private; our corner lot, the low hedge around the lanai screening, and the separation from the adjacent houses make it about a balls-up view standing if someone in really gets into the right position to look through the hedges and palm trees from either side.  Neither adjacent house has windows that aren’t impeded by our palms; and anyone looking from the lake would probably have a pecs-up view owing to the slope.  Once on a lounge or in the pool the low hedge outside the screen eliminated any view.  I won’t say that’s why we bought the house; I will say that the day we arrived and saw the house in person that first time it wasn’t long until I was bent over the raised hot tub, my arms planted along its brick edge, feet planted wide, ass out, getting railed by my husband in no time flat!  If the neighbors had worked to see us they hadn’t said anything.

Corey’s dick thickened as he stood for a moment looking around at the three of us.  “Damn this is like a buffet of prime daddy dick!”

We laughed and I tried to dispel the knowledge that his daddy was our next-door neighbor; his daddy was the very typical super-straight golf dad type that tended to be prevalent in our development.  While he wasn’t homophobic in any way that we’d seen I doubted he’d be too keen on knowing that we’d both fucked his slutty college jock son six ways from Sunday; and he kept coming back for more.

Corey’s dick was standing proud just like that.  Oh to be young again.  He’d gone around the pool to beside Kent and was rubbing his hand along his ripped, sweaty torso as he held my gaze; it was if he was asking my permission or daring me to take exception to him touching Kent.  I did neither; I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses and luxuriated in the sun’s touch-up of my Hawaii tan from a few weeks before.

I heard Jef speak-up but didn’t bother to look.  “Last younger blond I did fell in love with me, stalked me, and it ended badly.”

“I fall in love at about eight inches.  Think you can make me fall in love new guy?” Corey snarked back at Jef.  “You’ve got a lot to live-up to with these two studs here fer sure!”

“He didn’t mention that he moves on to the next love faster than the cocks he takes take to recover for a second round,” Kent chimed-in and got a laugh from all of us.

“Yolo daddies.”

“That’s you only live once in case these youthful speech patterns aren’t familiar to my old man over there,” Kent jokingly translated.

“Your old man is the hottest stud here!” Corey enthused.  “I mean straight up you’re all studs,” he said with special attention to giving Jef’s nakedness along look.  “But you know Mr. S is the star of my spank bank!” he said with a grin at me.

“I’m ready for my audition,” Jef offered and that started things for good.

When I opened my eyes again I saw that Kent remained supine with his hands behind his head.  He hadn’t moved in response to Corey’s touching though his dick was far from indifferent.  Corey on the other hand was raging hard and walking around to Jef’s lounge like a tiger stalking prey.

“Get over here boy and get that hole up here for me to taste it.”  Jef was hard and ready.

“Fuck yeah daddy!”  Corey easily swung one leg over the lounge and planted it on the other side and moved back until his hole was within tongue distance of Jef.  At the same time he bent down and swallowed Jef’s hard-on whole.

“Oh crap you didn’t mention your neighbor’s throat skills!” Jef said and gave Corey’s beautiful jock butt-cheek a loud slap before he dove in.  “Mmmmm,” he groaned at length as he ate that hole with the jock’s cheeks pulled wide apart.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Corey hummed amid slurping Jef’s dick and that made Jef’s moans louder.

It was our own private porn show right here in our lanai.  Kent looked at me, grinned, and blew me a kiss.  I grinned like a fool back at my stunning husband; and my dick showed him how much I love him by fattening and hardening.

“Goddamn boy that’s a tasty hole!  You know how to clean that pussy up but preserve the boy seasoning don’t you?”

Corey let Jef’s raging hard-on fall out of his mouth long enough to respond.  “Actually I learned that trick from my stud-daddy neighbors here.  Thorough cleaning followed by some cardio.  That’s the seasoning; sweat.”

“He’s a jock but he’s no a dumb jock; he learns well when it suits him,” I added.  Corey really wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed; but when it came to being a fuck-toy he seemed to be a savant.

“Well this hole tastes like it needs a good workout.  Think the three of us can do it justice?” Jef asked.  “Oh yeah!”

Jef wasn’t answering his own question; Corey had swallowed him and was again humming around his hard rod.

Kent lazily got off his lounge and stretched in the sun.  I felt my appreciation for his ripped body glistening in the sun in my throbbing dick.  His own was majestically extended and engorged.  He came into the pool and came to me and swallowed me without warning.

“Fuck yeah!” I couldn’t help but exclaim at the feeling of my knob pass into Kent’s warm throat.

Kent took hold of my sac with the strong manly grip I love and went at my dick like he was going for a record.  I was buzzing from my hair follicles to my toenails; he’s the best cock-sucker I’ve ever known.  I was in the army so that’s saying something haha.

Corey was apparently watching while he was doing his own job.  “Fuck yeah Mr. S!  I’d better up my game here so I’m not shown-up too bad!”  I heard his glugs as he resumed.

“You’re doing just fine priming me here boy!” Jef affirmed and then went back to slurping Corey’s jock hole.

I got lost in Kent’s expert blowjob for a bit.  No surprise there; his skills are amazing.  He had me soaring to the heights and edging me to keep my balls churning … and I knew he could do this for hours.  That’s how skilled he was at working me.

The warm sun, my husband’s mouth and hands.  He had a finger inside me by then teasing me and making me writhe on my float while I moaned and enjoyed every second of the torment and pleasure.

“Holy shit man I’m gonna … Ngah ummgh”

Kent’s and my attention both went to the action on the lounge.  Corey was grunting and spraying a load all over Jef’s sculpted torso, balls, and legs and Jef was riding that hole with his face buried in Corey’s crack as  the jock-boy’s seed flew.

“To be that fuckin’ young again!” Kent laughed.

“You make me feel that young,” I told my husband honestly and I’d been fighting to keep from blowing my wad that fast.

As Corey’s balls seems to unload forever Kent kissed me long and deep.  It was every bit as stimulating as when he’d had my cock down his throat, his hand massaging my balls, and his finger teasing my love-button; well other than my spit-slimed dick waving in the sun the rest was still in play. 

“Fuck dude!” Corey nearly yelled and then gasped for air.  “Where’d you learn how to suck hole like that?  How the fuck long is that tongue of yours anyway?”

“Are you clean?”

“You tell me; it was your tongue all they way up me!”

Funny.  I meant health-wise since it’ll be my cock filling that hole next.  When were you tested last?” Jef demanded.

“Since you’re asking yes I’m clean for everything and it was a week ago for a physical.  I’ve been a monk since then.  Well other than my hand; I might have that carpel tunnel!”  He laughed at his own joke and smacked Jef’s hard-on playfully.  “Good one huh?”

“What about before?  How long since you’d had sex of any kind before that?” Jef persisted.

Jef is a doctor.  He gets clinical sometimes.

“Before I was tested?  I’m on PrEP.”

Jef dismissed the non sequitur.  “I am also.  But that only protects you so much and from one thing.  Don’t look at me like that.  I’m probably old enough to be your father and I doubt he’s told you what you need to know to survive boy.  This is serious stuff.”

“Is daddy going to fuck me or not?” Corey asked with a nasty tone and grin as he repositioned so he was facing Jef.  He lowered his ass to Jef’s hard-on and rubbed it in his crack.

“Yes I’m going to fuck the hell out of you!” he said with a laugh and a hard reverse angle SMACK to Corey’s jock butt.

“Ouch!  Oh daddy’s going to PAY for that when I get my pussy around you!”

“Hey!” Jef yelled at him and held him as Corey was trying to jam himself down onto Jef’s dick.  “YOU should be asking these questions.  Be responsible for your own health and safety boy!”

Corey looked like he’d just been slapped not in the good way; they held the eye-to-eye stare.  Talk about a bone-kill!

I randomly wondered if Gen Z jargon includes “bone-kill” and “buzz-kill” or if it’s some other term that makes no sense like so many of theirs now.

Slowly Jef maneuvered Corey down and we saw Jef’s torso’s musculature tense as he pushed up and obviously into Corey at the same time.  “Ohhhh fuck!” Corey exhaled and closed his eyes and pushed farther down with his hands planted on Jef’s chest.  As Corey ground down he suddenly jerked.  “FUCK YEAH!  Right there!” he cried.

Then he started riding Jef and moaning with sharp cries that coincided with his whole body jerking as Jef pushed up into him.  It was like Jef had flipped a switch; which he did, or pushed a button … over and over.

“Fuck man that’s exactly the SPOTTT!” Corey cried loud enough for me to give a thought to the neighbors.  Not a great thought given the dad of the boy getting railed is one of those neighbors!

“For a jock slut you’re tight!” Jef said.

“Daddy you ain’t felt nothing yet!” Corey shot back.

As we watched they went at it.  Corey rode Jef and Jef pounded up into Corey.  They were both alternately moaning and crying out and spewing profanity as they amped their fuck up.

Kent had taken my hard-on in his hand replacing his finger inside me and was stroking me while we both watched the show; I was having difficulty concentrating as he expertly man-handled my raging dick and made me float on an ascending tide in my body aside from the pool float I was on.

Poolside on the lounge the two were locked in a who’s-driving-whom battle of grunts and moans and thrusts and grinds. Good thing the lounge was sturdy or their moves and muscle would have turned that teak to tinder.

“Fuck you want it?” Jeff panted with sweat rolling off his face and pecs.

“Yeah daddy I fuckin’ want it.  Because I fuckin’ earned it.  Say it!  Say I’ve earned it.  Say you’re gonna give it up NOW!”

And just like that as Corey bored down and ground and Jef threw his head back and grimaced.  His body tensed from arteries bulging in his neck to his curled toes.  And then he snapped and was writhing and slamming up into Corey.  “Ngh ngh ngh,” he grunted.

“Oh yeah daddy give it to me!  Oh yeah like that I’m going to … “

Corey was jacking his rigid dick like a madman and then tensed himself and began blasting over Jef’s head, all over his face and hair, and basically everywhere.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“FUCK!  That’s so hot,” Jef said panting as they both came down.  Corey’s cum was running down Jef’s sinewy lats and the side of his face. 

Kent turned to me still stroking me and keeping me dangerously close to the edge “That’s the way I want you to cum when I fuck you,” he told me with an intense stare.

“You better be fast because I’m so fucking close,” I said huskily.

Kent threw his head back and laughed; he also let go of my throbbing dick which pissed me off.  I began to protest when he yanked the float out from under me, caught me in his arms, pulled me around until my legs were around his waist and his huge cock-knob was perfectly positioned at my opening, and PUSHED into me.

“FUCK!” I gasped.

Kent has a monster cock; I’m no slacker in the big dick department but he’s got a Frankencock there’s do dispute about it.  No matter all the years we’ve been together or the times I’ve taken it (and maybe this is a credit to my middle-aged but still tight sphincter) when he jams it inside me my insides explode until I can get my muscles under control and relax.

“Come on hon; give it to me.  Give it up Al!”

Kent was pounding my hole and it took me numerous rounds to get my brutalized rectum calmed down and under control.  But I did and began milking him with my channel muscles.

“Yeah, there’s my husband’s cunt!  Fuck YEAH!” he yelled and pounded into me until the water was splashing wildly around us.

I was holding Kent’s big broad shoulders and leveraging myself with my heels on his hard ass.  I was determined to milk his load out before I lost mine.  I nearly lost that battle as Kent began walking; the jabs up into me hit the right spots to make me cry out in pleasure louder than I had been.

Kent walked us right up the steps until he sat me back on the hard deck (thank god for cool-coating!) and began slamming me with my ankles in the air.  “C’mon Al.  I want you to give it up.”

“Not. Before. You.”  I ground out the words and clenched around him just like I know milks it out of him.  And I kept that pressure up as I gritted my teeth and worked every part of me to hold back.

“Fuckkkkkkkk!” Kent cried.

“Dudes fuck yeah!” I heard from across the deck.

“Ahhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk!” Kent cried almost painfully.  Just the way I know he’s about to … “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I felt him thicker and harder inside me and felt his body flexed into the tension I knew came before the SNAP and the floodgates opening inside me.  I was split seconds behind him but I’d won.

“Yeah baby fill me up!  Fuckin’ fffffill meeeeeeee!”

And that was all there was for me as I began pumping my own load all over myself and up on him as he unloaded his ball juice in me.

“Fuck yeah that’s how it’s done!” I heard Jef as my mind slowly came back to me.

Kent was panting and propped on his hands on either side of me sweating over me.  I was still clutching his neck so I didn’t fall back onto the deck all the way; my legs had long since fallen from his waist to the water on the top step.  He leaned forward and put his forehead against mine and very quietly said, “I fucking love you.”

“Oh yeah!” was all I could reply.

Later we all four sat at the table on the lanai still naked but showered and ate steaks that we’d grilled and salad and baked potatoes that we’d GrubHubbed.

“So how long are you here for again?” Corey asked Jef between voracious mouthfuls.

“I bought the house you met me in this morning remember boy?”

Corey’s face lit up.  “Oh yeah right.”

There was no mistaking the connection between them.  Not quite as much difference in age between them as Kent and me at a hair under twenty years but more than fifteen.

“Christmas is day after tomorrow,” I said for absolutely no reason.

“What does everyone want Santa to bring him?” Kent asked playfully.

“Well I just got a new house, a new job, and I’m here making new friends,” Jef said with a shy grin and a glance toward Corey.

“And I just got what I wanted,” Corey said looking at his plate … before looking into Jef’s eyes and grinning back.

Kent squeezed my hand and Sasha repositioned himself with sufficient plausible deniability to be certain we couldn’t reproach him for begging; but his message was clear.  Sasha wanted steak for Christmas; and he got it.