Anticipation
Friday night finally came; Kent was arriving after 11pm my time in San Diego. Elise had offered their jet again but Kent had insisted that he’d take a commercial flight and found a cheap ticket at that. The rub was the late arrival; about three hours later than if he’d accepted my employers’ very generous offer.
Kent called when he was in his seat for the connecting flight in. He’d had a very long day with final changes on his latest work engagement; he said he was going to sleep on the flight and I’d better be ready to be fucked all night long. When I told him I’d just stripped off my sweaty duds after a long run along and on the beach in La Jolla he said, “Don’t shower before I get there; I’ve missed the scent and taste of you every second since you left.”
I’d had my own exhausting week and I’d planned well; I hit the gym before work so that I could nap afterward until time to meet his flight. I’d begged off dinner with my “trainee” my employers’ grandson who was also my sorta nephew; he’d not been bothered by it. I’d also told him we might not see him until Monday; we laughed about that and he joked about which one of us Kent or I would be walking funny. But when I got home I was too keyed-up from anticipation and knew I wouldn’t sleep. I re-donned my five-day-dirty jock-strap, clean shorts and socks ran as the sun set over the Pacific. I’d come home completely spent and would have napped had he not mentioned the fucking; goddamn I needed it!
After fucking my nephew Brandon during repeatedly during the private flight out we’d slowed our roll a bit when we got to California. He’d discovered the joy of being new meat on Grindr, Sniffies, A4A, The Blowers, Scruff, and a few others and barely had time to do much else. Twice in those few days he’d bailed at the last minute on dinners together to avail himself of a hot trick; the second time we’d been seated and had ordered when he made his excuses and headed off to get laid.
I didn’t mind; I was relieved. Not that my guilt was over-taking my libido; it was just circumstance that had me blue-balled. But I really needed to draw a veil over Bran’s and my sex-fest at forty thousand feet. AND the three-way we had with a trick he picked-up that first afternoon when we’d arrived. Oh AND the orgy we went to two nights ago. Is there another AND I’m forgetting? I wondered with a rueful laugh.
It was bad enough that I considered jacking one out when I finally laid-down for my power-nap; I otherwise might lose my nutt at first sight of Kent when he arrived and be done for until the morning. I laid there with my dick hard, huffing my own musk, thinking of my husband and the days since we’d fucked. Seemed like a year; it had been almost five days.
But somehow my thoughts segued to when Bran and I first arrived and the hot surfer he’d brought upstairs from his condo to mine; and my dick throbbed harder and my pre-jizz flowed like a running faucet.
Earlier in the week …
We’d been dropped at the condo building where our temporary accommodations were and were in the elevator. Bran didn’t push the button for his floor. “You going to go to your floor?” I asked as the elevator door slid closed.
“Only if you make me. Kent won’t be here until Friday night. Someone’s gotta take care of that monster cock of yours until then.”
He reached for my crotch and I swung my briefcase around on the shoulder strap and feebly blocked him. “Bran … “ I said reproachfully.
“Okay FUCK!” he said explosively and turned around and jammed his finger into his floor button. He glowered as we ascended slumped against the elevator wall.
“Why don’t you get your things unpacked and then come upstairs? We should talk,” I suggested.
He continued to glower and look down. “I thought we would … “ He was suddenly no longer the man and instead the petulant pouting adolescent I knew well from my own boys.
I stopped him as the door opened on his floor. “Get yourself situated and come upstairs,” I said more forcefully to match his demeanor. “We’re going to have that talk!” I added and watched him stalk out of the elevator. I called my unit number to his back and he half-heartedly saluted as he kept walking and the doors closed.
About an hour of me unpacking and gawking around the sumptuous condo and at the vast views of the Pacific; Bran hadn’t arrived. I called him. Instead of answering he texted back. “I went on Grindr and some anon stud is about to rail me rn. Ping u when he’s done.”
I texted back without considering he might be telling me the truth. “Get the fuck up here NOW. If HE’s still there bring him; if you’re going to be that big a whore at least you can let me watch.”
And damned if he didn’t have a surfer-look stud with him when the doorbell went off three minutes later. Bran patted my cheek as he passed in and said, “Careful what you wish for Uncle Al.”
The surfer looked apologetic as he passed. “Introduce your friend?” I said.
I was following them as the surfer trailed Brandon and my nephew headed to the hall looking for a bedroom. It was obvious his layout wasn’t the same as mine. “His Grindr name is surftopper,” he called over his shoulder in a bored voice. “Hopefully in a minute he’ll be doing just that.
“Nice!” I muttered.
Brandon had come upstairs barefoot and shirtless; just his Jed Norths from earlier. Surftopper was wearing board shorts which accentuated his narrow waist and a badly faded t-shirt that stretched skin-tight across his massive shoulders and pecs and strained at the upper edge of his biceps; and white gym socks in slides.
The memory of the ridiculous footwear made me laugh as I lay there remembering. I was suddenly aware that my dick was in my hand. I yanked it away and my barely-hardening member thwapped down against my thigh.
There had been no introductions; Brandon stalked in, kept going, and the surfer-trick followed and barely gave me an uncomfortable nod as he passed. Brandon found the guest bedroom; surftopper and I had followed. When I turned through the doorway after the Grindr trick Bran was already out of his shorts on the bed naked, his legs were wide, and he was stroking himself. Surftopper was tearing off his shirt; that included the roll and flex of his impressive tight upper bod muscles. When he then bent to get his Quicksilver board shorts off the rolling and flexing of his many lean muscles below his waist continued for my enjoyment.
Uncharacteristically I’d not yet shed my clothes inside my unit after I’d arrived; saved me the trouble of dressing when I thought Brandon and I were going to have a sit-down. Kent and I live as nudists at home but I’d been too distracted by the luxuries of the condo and the beautiful panoramic view of the ocean to get naked. I realized that the discomfort I felt at my crotch was my hard-on straining in the confinement of boxer-briefs inside my shorts as I contemplated balling the sexy surfer and my own over-sexed nephew … again.
Bran had flopped back on the bed and snarled at surftopper, “Come on let’s give my uncle a show.” Then he looked at me. “Would be hot if you joined us,” he said almost as a challenge more than a request.
I stood there dumb-struck. Then surftopper took a step toward me. “Would be VERY hot,” he said and ran his hand from my pecs to my crotch over my clothes. “Mmmm hot a f daddy,” he said as he felt me up down there.
I once again realized my hand had hold of my hard-on again. Again I jerked my hand away but this time my rigidity just caused my jutting dick to waive back and forth. I lay there attempting to re-direct my thoughts; but my horniness for my husband and the very hot memory of that afternoon of our arrival in San Diego won out.
Surftopper had gotten out of that well-worn t and board shorts in a second. He was everything a California surfer should be: built as fuck, shoulders for days, shaggy bleached-blond hair partially contained in a man-bun, eager grin, early 20’s, tanned with a stark tan-line at his waist. “Why don’t I help you?” he asked and reached for my polo to undress me. His deep resonant voice was arousing.
This was the turning point. Did I or didn’t I? I knew I shouldn’t but dammit my dick knew where the override switch was and I found myself taking my own shirt off as my hard-on wanted me to.
“Dude!” surftopper exclaimed wide-eyed and staring at my racing stripe.
“Don’t worry,” Bran said up to him languidly rubbing his fingers in his crack on his hairy hole. He’d obviously licked his fingers as his tiny ring of exposed flesh amid the hairy mass around his hole glistened with moisture. “He’s fit as fuck; I can assure you of that.”
“You okay?” I asked the young man who was still gawking wide-eyed at my ravaged torso skin.
“You’ve been through some shit man,” he said putting his big hand flat over my heart. Resonant; I didn’t say articulate.
“I’ve got a lot more miles on me than you do,” I said unnecessarily.
“Is it true you’re hung like a porn star?” he asked and reached for my shorts and pulled them down enthusiastically. I shot a glance at Brandon as my shorts dropped and the object of his scrutiny was revealed; the pouch was strained. “Fuck dude!”
I didn’t know if his exclamation was surprise at the proportions of my hard-on straining the pouch, or just that I was fully harder than what he’d felt through my shorts. Surftopper was on his knees and rubbing his face in my bulge and against my stiff dick. “Topper huh?” I threw toward Brandon.
“It’s that big dick energy Uncle Al. You know how my ankles went behind my ears just knowing you’re a stud stallion!” he said with a shrug. “I say we both challenge his screen-name claim and fuck his lights out.”
Surftopper had my boxers down and my dick and balls out and was rubbing his face on my bare hairy skin now. Part of me wanted to admonish Bran that surftopper wasn’t ours to force into bottoming; that’s called non-consent and I’d never do that to anyone. My dick however begged to differ. That cranial part of me wanted to tell my nephew that we were going to have a serious talk. But what I heard myself saying was, “You clean? Have test results?”
As Brandon protested my use of the word “clean” with an “Okay boomer!” surftopper looked up undeterred. “In my phone; and I’m on PrEP.”
“Prove it!” I commanded.
He reached a long arm and grabbed his board shorts and got his phone out without moving his face from my crotch until he had to unlock his phone. A face recognition and a couple of taps and he held his phone up for me to see. Andrew Shays. I scrolled the screen through an entire page of negative results. “The HIV test is on another screen,” he said and pulled back, got to it, and held it up for me again.
Aside from confirming he’s negative for everything I also noticed that the tests were from University of California San Diego Medical. “Did he show you his Andrew?” I asked. “And do you want to see mine?”
The Grindr-stud blushed and looked away toward Bran’s very appealing naked form. “I should have asked, but I didn’t. And I believe you if you say you’re good.” Using my aged-out term.
“You shouldn’t!” I lectured him, tossed Andrew’s phone back to him, and hurried out of the room to grab my phone. When I returned Andrew was slumped against the foot of the bed. I handed my phone down to him with my half-hard again dick and big balls waving in his face. I turned to Bran. Get your phone out and show him!”
Brandon rolled his eyes dramatically but moved off the bed and got his phone out of his Jed Norths; of course he’d brought it with him when he dragged his trick upstairs. I also noticed he tossed a small pump bottle of Swiss Navy lube aside as he pulled the items out of his pocket. “So much for anon!” he groused and handed his phone to the still-seated Andrew.
“He’s right dude,” Andrew said more quietly to him. And then, “Thanks. I appreciate it,” he said to both of us as he handed back my phone to me and tossed Bran’s. “I didn’t look at the names by the way; didn’t violate privacy.
Oooops, I thought.
Then, “I’m fersure down if you both want to top me. Fuck yer both hung as fuck anyway; more than me.”
It was true. He’d been hard briefly and although he had at least seven inches and a huge dick-knob he wasn’t anywhere as thick as Brandon; and I trumped both of them.
“Or … “ I started, “you and I could fuck that surliness out of my nephew there!”
Bran grinned and flipped back from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled his knees to his chest and used his big hands to spread his hole open to us. The grin on his face told me we'd made a stride toward getting past his petulance.
"Eat it!" I ordered Andrew.
He turned back to me with an alarmed look. "I don't usually ... "
"You call yourself a top and you don't eat ass? What the fuck are they teaching you at that fancy university of yours? Get your face the fuck in there and suck that hole!"
He was a little tentative at first; his first few licks were light and slow. I pushed the back of his head into Bran's furry ass and had his nose fully shoved into Bran's trench. "Go on. You're going to shove seven or so inches of your dick in there so at least you can put an inch of your tongue inside him."
I wasn't letting up the pressure and he wasn't struggling; just the slightest push-back. And then the push-back was gone and after that he was growling and obviously digging-in hungrily. Bran was commenting with gratification by then. "Awwww fuck yeah eat that bussy! Get it good and wet."
Meanwhile I enjoyed the show. Andrew's broad back muscles, wide shoulders, and thick neck muscles as he went at it without any of the initial reluctance he'd shown were enticing. As if I'd cued him he pulled back with his face soaked in his own saliva and attested to it. "FUCK THAT'S GOOD!" Then he grabbed my hard-on and met my tip with his mouth and sucked me in half-way until he gagged briefly.
"Fuck yeah! Eat that big fuckin' daddy-dick!" Brandon called as he spectated and diddled his wet pussy.
Andrew went at it again and this time got more of me in. I had to grab Bran's ankle to steady myself. I clamped my other hand down on the surfer’s head. “Yeah daddy fuck his face,” Bran called.
To be clear what I really needed was a nap; Brandon’s voracious sexual appetite had worn me out on the flight. But then there was this hot archetype of a surfer sucking my dick and an even hotter former rugger on the bed in my condo who made me feel like the stud of studs. Refuse? Me? I grabbed Andrew’s head with both hands and slammed myself through and into his throat. His hands found my thighs and clutched first then pushed until then he relaxed and pulled me by my butt-cheeks.
Andrew was a pro cock-sucker; it must have been he was warming-up. And I know a pro; my husband is probably the best cock-sucker on the planet. Andrew was earning a top rank among the best too. His grunting and moaning aroused my dick-head better than a massaging fleshlight. My balls were humming with arousal and anticipation of unloading again; what … two and a half hours later after my third unloading in a few hours? Al you fuckin’ stud! I proudly thought.
Brandon! I looked his direction and he had his fat duck in one hand and his other hand’s fingers working his hole. Fuck I can’t face-fuck this surfer all the way until I deliver my load into his gut; we’ve got to fuck the surly mood fully out of my nephew!
I extricated myself from Andrew’s sucking suddenly and he whimpered adorably. “You want it up the ass or you want to fuck that petulant bitch on the bed?”
Andrew’s dick was hard as a one-inch diameter PVC pipe and dripping on the faux-wood porcelain floor tile from his over-sized knob. “Fuck dude we’ve got a job to do; bur we can do both,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
I laughed and his grin faltered. “YOU could no doubt do both; I’ll be lucky to get to the finish line with one fuck after … “ I stopped myself. “And that surly bitch needs a serious attitude adjustment that both our dicks need to put the work into.”
Andrew’s grin returned; smug this time. “Dude I can beat that cunt up to pieces believe me.”
Actually I did. “Mount-up!”
“I can hear you; I’m right here!” Brandon protested.
Andrew got up and snatched the cap off the lube. He scrambled up on the bed and simultaneously pumped some and swiped his hole and greased his dick. “They’re gonna hear you at the tide-line dude,” he snarled at Andrew as he shoved my nephew’s thighs wider apart and got himself in position.
I moved to the side of the big bed to get a better angle just in time to see him push himself into Brandon’s hole. My nephew groaned loud. “Fuck man give a guy some warning.”
“Mmmmkay I’m going all in,” the surfer replied and slammed himself hard into Bran.
“FUUUUUUUUCK!” Brandon yelped. “God dammit!”
“Get inside him Uncle Al,” Brandon yelled with his ass in the air. Well technically they were guests in my home; courtesy dictated I accommodate him.
I got on the bed behind the surfer and pressed my leaking tip against his blond hole; I hadn’t noticed the blond fuzz before but felt it on my slit and head. “Raw okay? We’ve confirmed … “
In unison Brandon and Andrew growled, “Raw is law!” And the surfer pushed back against my tip.
The resistance was great; he probably didn’t take dick much. He groaned and pushed harder. “Fuck sake shove it in me!” he moaned.
My dick was thoroughly in control and I pushed hard. He pushed and grunted and moaned but finally the force overtook the resistance and with a pop and a shout from him I breached him. The combined force took him back against me and put me balls-deep into his tight burning channel. Then the momentum took me off-balance onto his back and pushed him back balls-deep into my nephew’s slutty hole.
Bran grunted loud. Andrew moaned. I hmmmmphed and got my knees back under me; which caused me to pull out some and elicited a manic shout from Andrew. “WAIT A SEC! That thing’s fuckin’ huge!”
I suddenly realized my hands were clamped on my hard-on and it and they were soaked with my pre-cum. God damn it I had to save myself for Kent in … I glanced down at my wrist and twisted so I could see my Apple Watch; the motion woke it. I groaned. Three more fucking hours! I threw my hands back over my head slapping them on the chevron wood slat head-board hard enough to sting. Fuck! And then I laughed; both my blue-balled situation and in memory.
I don’t know why but I laughed at that; by rights I should have been proud as hell. “Go ahead laugh dude; you’re not the one with a fuckin’ long-board up your cunt.”
Bran chimed in with a laugh. “Been there! Amazing as it is though could you get to the part where you beat-up my bussy? Or are you too busy whining about being my uncle’s punk to make good on your promise?”
“Fuck that dude!” Andrew cried indignantly and shoved into Brandon with a mixture of grunts from them both. Which caused several inches of me to scrape back inside Andrew’s tight chute and him to yelp. “Fuck me!”
I hard-slapped the side of his hard butt which caused another yelp and a grind into Bran and a clench tighter of his ring now at my head inside him.
“Come on FUCK MY BUSSY!” Bran urged him.
Andrew the surftopper suddenly with a growl shoved himself back into my crotch. The three of us audibly responded; two pros and one on the contrary side. Andrew moaned. “Fuck I’m never gonna … “
I slapped his ass again and he yelped instead of finishing. “Man the fuck up and work us both!” He did.
I ground in when he stopped his reverse thrusts but otherwise held steady. Andrew was finally pistoning into my nephew’s greedy hole. “Awww fuck matey just the fuck like that! You’ve got it on target. Oh FUCK that knob is hitting me spot-on!” Brandon was crying out moments into it. I could see his head thrashing already and his body wracking with every move.
Andrew’s tunnel was still so tight I was grateful for the Swiss Navy lube; otherwise my dick’s skin would be ruined. He was that tight. And apparently was feeling it as his plaintiff groaning and grunts kept issuing forth.
All in all we were a loud threesome. Bran’s expressions of his prostate-induced bliss continued and ultimately faded into long moans that got louder both on the thrust in and the withdrawal. I knew what that well-used well-trained chute of his could take and I knew Andrew’s skinny dick-shaft wasn’t what was causing Brandon’s continuous moans.
When my aging knees needed a repositioning the surfer jolted and shouted, “FUCKIN’ INTENSE!” I had felt my dick knock his prostate head-on as he had felt the effect. I held position and he growled and moaned as he worked himself onto me over and over and yelped and shivered.
Bran was still building to a crescendo as well and finally was spewing, “OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK” over and over.
“Fucking. CUM. FOR ME!” Andrew snarled amid his own cries. Then, “Aaaahhhhhh fuuuuuuck I’m … “ and a hard grunt at the same time as his ass-ring clenched my dick so hard I cried-out myself.
“Fuck here it is … “ Bran yelled in strangled delivery.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuckin’ raddddddd!” Andrew yelled as I felt him tense all over and then shatter.
“Holy fuck!” Brandon cried. “Fuckin’ gusher!”
And there I was balls-deep in a threesome with two men whose combined age probably was about my own. AND they were both cumming; the younger one’s painfully tight hole was spasming around my planted dick as he rode-out his very long release.
“Finish in me Uncle Al!” Brandon begged and sort of roused me.
“You’ve had yours. This hole is gonna earn it,” I growled back at him and began slamming Andrew’s clenched chute and making him squeak and moan with every thrust.
I drove that pussy hard and with a single intention as he cried out over and over. A voice in my brain wanted me to make him cum again; my dick didn’t give a fuck as long as it did. I fucked and I fucked and I sweated until I thought I might not have another one in me even though my dick was raging hard.
Andrew was taking it and crying a steady stream of moans; but he was laying limp. I imagined that must be what it would be like to fuck one of those fleshlights like when the videos show guys shoving them between sofa cushions and going at it. But suddenly Andrew’s tunnel began to clench me harder and rhythmically and my dick-head and balls began to tingle in a familiar way.
I reached down and pulled him up and back against me by his shoulders. I savagely pounded out the home stretch and finally got to the edge and couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. “Oh fuck man intense!” the surfer cried as I felt him even tighter around me and my blast-off started.
With strangled grunts I shoved hardest those last few thrusts and finally felt my balls push my seed into him. I put my lips to his ear and growled, “Fucking take it.” He just whimpered and remained limp in my grasp as I pumped whatever was still in my balls out into his depths.
My consciousness was jolted when my body seized violently and I immediately felt the familiar feeling of my balls ejecting their contents; a splat on my lower lip, chin, and neck followed immediately. “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” I swore aloud in my bed as rope after rope of my seed painted over my always-tingly scar tissue of my racing stripe and puddled in my abs. When did I cum last? I wondered as the pumps became oozes and I felt the wave of the endorphins carrying me to bliss from eruption. The now and that threesome several days before blurred in my awareness as I floated.
When I slowed and opened my clenched eyes I was looking down over Andrew’s sagging shoulder at Bran who was smiling almost beatifically. He met my gaze and mouthed, “Fuckin’ stud!”
I gave Andrew’s sweaty corded neck a swipe with my tongue and enjoyed the salt and musk. Briefly I thought of eating my load out of him but that idea passed as quickly as it came. Instead I pulled my flagging dick out slowly as he hissed and slumped back against me more inertly and I sank on my back to the bed. A slightly cool draft maybe from the A/C was almost too cool despite my overheated state.
“Fuck man you’re done!” Brandon said and pushed over at Andrew who still lay limply between us. Good thing he was very thin.
“That was … “ Andrew started but Brandon shushed him.
“No talking. It was a hook-up. It’s over,” he said rudely.
“Oh right. Guess I should go.”
Before I had a chance to say anything inhospitable Bran apologized. “Sorry dude. That was awesome but I’m not gonna lie; I’m wiped-out from the flight and I bet my uncle is also. And you’re missing high tide at Point Lumo or wherever the fuck you said.”
Andrew laughed. “Point Loma. And what I told you was you’d better be better than high tide at Point Loma. That’s a half hour away; I took the bus here and didn’t bring my board.”
“Good thing my uncle’s ‘board’ was here for ya!” Air quotes.
“We’re happy to drive you back Andrew,” I told him.
He was startled by my use of his name then relaxed. “Right you saw my tests. You’re Al I remember him saying,” he directed to me. “I’m Andy.” To Bran, “And you’re … ? Sorry man I really didn’t look before.”
“A very happy and sloppy man-cunt.” I raised my head and shot Brandon a look. He smirked. “What? I told him he fucked me good; ‘happy man-cunt’?” I held my glare and then he broke into a laugh. “Truth Andy; I’m Brandon Carrera and I really enjoyed our hook-up. Thank you.” He raised his eyebrows at me and I just shook my head and smiled. “You can fuck me anytime,” he added.
“Dude I get a lot of ass.” I had no doubt; that skinny dick apparently wasn’t an impediment. Then my brain caught-up and I was going to challenge him if he was saying my nephew’s wasn’t worth it until he added, “But I’d walk five miles here in the rain if I had to for your epic ass-pussy.” Better. “And for uncle Al here? I’d fuckin’ crawl on broken glass,” he said and snuggled up to me.
Oh my!
“About that ride?” I asked.
Bran had another idea. “Or a nap and another round later.”
Andrew turned to me questioningly. In response I turned on my side and wrapped an arm around his hard body; I winked at Bran. Or my dick made me do that.
I drifted off clutching a pillow with my cum going watery and dripping onto the pillow my head was on and running in my abs and cum-gutters who knew where. Somehow in my declining consciousness the drips became Kent’s load and the pillow I was hugging was him. My safe and happy place. Until he arrived.
