Two Texts for a Sunday
The two texts came in seconds apart.
Bran Carrera: “Remember those hot marines? One needs a good hard fuck; I referred him to you Uncle.”
Unknown: “You may not remember me, sir. You used my holes a couple of weeks ago. If you’re still in SD I could really use your bigass cock again. Out for a run, horny af!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, and I showed the text to Kent. We were bundled-up on the balcony overlooking the beach and ocean in the frigid San Diego late winter morning. “Second best?” I mused. “He texted Bran first.”
Kent laughed and pulled me in tighter under the blanket against him in our separate chairs. “More of you for me!” he said and licked the place behind my ear that makes my dick the hardest. “Then again maybe I want to meet this young buck who’s taken a liking to my husband’s cock.”
My turn to laugh. “Or maybe you just want some young tight hardbodied marine ass!”
“Or maybe watching my husband rail some young tight hardbodied marine slut’s ass is what I live for. You unloading those bull nuts of yours after slamming that painfully fat fuck-pole into a too-tight cunt and making him beg.”
“You’re projecting,” I told him.
Kent reached over and took my re-hardened dick in his hand and hefted it. “DUDE! Seriously you’re hung in the ninety-seventh percentile.”
“Says the man whose dick dwarfs mine,” I sassed back.
“Oh fuck you! I’m MAYBE three-quarters of an inch longer than you.”
“And thicker,” I reminded him. “And yes you did and you do. Just the way I love it!”
He squeezed me and my balls reacted; it felt like I might cum again just from that. “Your head is bigger and my shaft is only a tad thicker. Isn’t it just perfect that we’re both hung and in love?”
“I think the saying is ‘young and in love,’” I corrected him. “And I’m far from young.”
“Al … my love … “ he said very seriously after turning to face me. “You make me feel young again every minute of our life together.”
“I can tell by the way you tear-up my ass. But let’s face it; when I’ll be sixty you’ll still be in your mid forties. That’s like around the corner from … “
He stopped me with another squeeze of my hard dick. “So let’s get you a deep dive into the fountain of life! Text him back and tell him you want to … Oh hell just give me your phone.” I did and Kent Siri’d a message that my watch and my phone electronically blushed at. “My fat cock needs some young cunt. Are you near La Jolla or do I have to fetch you to use you as a fuck-toy?” To avoid confusion he pushed send on my phone since my watch was tracking.
The reply was nearly instantaneous. “14 to 20 minutes depending on the transit. Or I can grab a shower first and add about 10 to that.”
Kent replied, “For making me wait spit only for lube. Take time to shower and it’s dry!”
“Not a prob I’ve got 3 in me from last night! haha”
To me Kent said, “Good we’re on PrEP but can we trust the loads he’s taken are clean otherwise?”
We texted back and forth and the marine confirmed he was on his way as is and said he was over ninety percent sure he was clean because the loads were three straight other marines who’d showed him recent results. “I’m game; we have great insurance,” Kent said with a laugh.
“Don’t even joke!” I chided him and pushed his shoulder
The condo’s security panel buzzed seven minutes later. We were ready; we’d decided not to shower after our own play-time this morning. After all he had three loads still in him and had been out for a run!
When he came off the elevator and approached the door we had it cracked. “Fuck you weren’t kidding!” Kent said when he walked in. His sweat was strong and visible.
“My lucky fuckin’ day,” he said passing in and looking Kent up and down. He reached out and hefted Kent’s half-hard member. “VERY lucky!”
“I’m a spectator,” Kent said.
The marine was already out of his long-sleeved form-clinging shirt and shoes and was dropping his skin-tight leggings. He turned as he more slowly bent over to retrieve his clothes off the floor; his still jock-strapped ass was fully presented. “Free country,” he said with a smirk to Kent. “But betcha you’ll tag this ass before I’m gone.”
He turned to me and fell to his knees. He took a good whiff. “Fuck dude you smell good.”
“Says the young hunk whose sweat is making my dick throb,” I said.
I was hard as a copper pipe. Again. When he swallowed me like a proficient hustler I gasped awash in sensation and threw my head back as his tongue licked my balls.
“Damn dude; you taste better than I remember.”
Kent said, “You should taste his hole!”
The handsome young blond marine looked up at me. “Permission to taste your hole. SIR!”
I was trying to regain enough control just to say “yes” when Kent filled the gap. “Taste; but know that his hole is mine! You get his cock.”
I took my cue and went toward the bedrooms throwing a “Follow me” as my hard-on led the way.
I went to the guest bedroom where it had become my and our habit to “entertain;” California king bed in the big second suite made such events easily consummated and a comfy leather and drift-wood seating area was available for Kent if he really did only want to spectate.
I flopped face down on the bed. “Only one man’s loads in me for you to savor,” I said into the bed’s cover. “Several,” I added.
He was on me and his face was buried in my freshly-fucked hole slurping and lapping hungrily in nothing flat. His big strong hands spread my hairy cheeks and it seemed like he wanted to get his entire face up in me the way he ground and growled as he ate me out. Stubble piqued my senses.
Was he an expert at it? Not even close. After all I had the master for a husband; Kent could make me cum with that tongue up my hole and a little pressure on my taint. Mmmmmmmmmm that made me think of him and how his humongous hard dick felt entering me and fucking me right as I came; a favorite of ours. Most of the time that led to him fucking another one out of me while he got his own nutt; that kind that rocks my world and makes me wonder if it’ll ever end and I lose track and don’t know if I’ll ever be conscious again after … Shit Sherbourne you’ve got a job to do here!
I got out from under him in a less than graceful move that left him on his haunches wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning. “Fuck I could have gone at that ripe man-hole forever,” he said with an excited look.
As much as I wanted to eat him and taste the military loads he was carrying my dick was demanding its turn. I got behind him and pushed him forward without delay. “OH fuck yeah sir!” he groaned.
His hole was wet and puffy. I spit and landed it in the fold and shoved my drooling head into the target with my hands on his big muscular shoulders. “Awwww fuckin’ A; I need it sir!” he moaned. I pushed harder and as I opened him up that “Awwwww” became a sucking-air grunt. When the resistance gave and I shoved past it into him there was a squish that coincided with a loud yell from him and searing heat clamping around my length.
“Yeah hon!” Kent cheered from the sideline. “Use that military cunt.”
Through clenched teeth and panting the marine agreed. “Fuckin’ use me!”
I did; the hole was far more in the moment for me than being eaten had been. His broad muscled tanned back and smooth bubble butt taking my thrusts and bouncing and audibly slapping against my hairy groin fueled my enthusiasm.
“So fuckin’ big! Own it daddy!” the marine grunted. “Nnngh nnngh nnngh … Oh fuckin’ yeah stretch me out!”
I don’t know that I was; he was surprisingly tight for a guy who’d been repeatedly fucked so recently but youth had its advantage with strong ass-muscles. If I needed any confirmation the squishing noises and frothing where we were connected more than did that. Still his hot hole gripped me tight enough to spur my advance toward contributing my load to his trove.
I turned to see Kent slouching in the retro wing chair smiling at me. His mammoth dick was completely neglected, hard, and a long thick glistening string of pre hung off the tip as he lazed with one leg over the arm of the chair enhancing my view. “So beautiful hon,” he said so softly it was difficult to hear over the fuck-slapping.
He was the beautiful one. His physique easily rivaled the marine’s chiseled muscle and I could gaze at his handsome sweet face for the rest of my days.
The marine startled me out of my husband admiration when he arched his back more and bucked back and yelled, “I’m gonna … “ and without more than that began thrashing around and spraying his seed across the bed-cover. His hole was like a milking machine on my dick and that combined with his musculature convulsing and flexing was what did it for me.
I gripped his shoulders more tightly, slamming inside him harder and felt my balls go to boil. “Ahhhhhh fuck I can feel it,” he yelled as my dick felt like it was clenched even tighter in that slicked channel and I finally let forth a loud loan groan and began a painful expulsion. “Fuck yeah fill me up!” he cried as I pounded a fist on his hard lower back and pumped my reserves into him.
When I was sure the last of my ejaculations had been dispatched I let go of his sweaty shoulder I was still gripping and he fell face-first into the puddle of his own seed on the bed. The sight of his muscled torso and thighs as he did was a last tickle to my sac.
I sat on my haunches and sweated and panted and grinned at my husband. The room was heavier with our strong reek; my sweat and the marine’s both distinct and the combined mix of our cum and those of the other tops who’d been in him before me which frothed around his wrecked hole and were streaked down his sinewy hamstrings. Looking down at his creamy puffier gaped hole and the cum running out I wondered about the four-man cocktail’s ingredients. His back still heaved seductively as I caught my breath.
When I looked back at Kent he blew me a kiss. Then he barked, “JARHEAD! What do they teach you in the Corps? Clean-up the cock that just blessed you with its seed!”
The marine perked-up and got himself around and hungrily sucked in my sagging dick. He moaned and lapped and under other circumstances he would have certainly gotten a rise out of me; but I was sapped for the morning after my husband put me through my paces; I enjoyed the sensations without that rise.
“Don’t forget the sweat on his balls and his hole,” Kent said as he rose from the chair and globs of his pre-cum flung about. He went to the balcony and gave the ocean a look before turning and looking at the marine’s booty. I knew by his look and the twitch of that monster dick of his that Kent would climb aboard and add his own load to mine and the three others; my excitement resurged.
The marine had gotten himself fully under my ass rim-seat style without the seat; he was on his back. Kent took his legs and yanked them up which caused the marine to utter a “Fuck yeah!” under me; then my husband shoved himself balls-deep into him which brought a scream into my hole.
“Nice hot marine cunt on this one; not just pretty!” Kent affirmed as he began pumping into him.
I was still on my haunches over the marine and leaned in and met Kent in a rough kiss. As he pounded the soaking wet hole the squishing squelchy sound effects were louder than when I’d used him. Under me the marine’s moans and grunts were accompanied by him gripping my thighs and cheeks so hard I thought I’d have bruises; and only occasional laps at my hole. When I climbed off him to lean back against the head of the bed and wall so I could enjoy the show better I could swear I saw my husband’s hard-on inside the marine’s abdomen as he slammed into him.
I reached over and began rubbing Kent’s big swinging hairy balls and his taint and got my finger in his hole; his response was immediate. His filthy-talk increased and was now directed to me. “Fuck yeah hon! Help me get there and fill this fucker’s cunt full of my babies. Oh fuck yeah you know how to get me off hon. Oh fuck I’m gonna blow this bitch full of my jizz!” And with a final long strangled groan which came with a few last brutal deep slams into the marine’s depth Kent began to unload in what looked like an agonizing delivery.
“Fuck me yes fuckin’ YES! Give it all to me!” the marine yelled as Kent’s strangled grunts were more like he was pushing out a tough bowel movement than emptying his nut-load.
A few final jabs and slaps of their moist kin together and Kent suddenly jerked his dick out and flopped back on the bed panting. “What’s. That? A. Record. For. Me?” he croaked out as his beautifully sculpted torso heaved and his fat dick softened and drooled seed.
“I don’t know if it’s a record for you but I don’t think I’ve ever taken a dick as big as yours,” the marine said. He was fighting to catch his breath too. “That fuckin’ dick if yours felt like it got twice as thick inside me when you came and I swear you got about two and a half inches deeper.”
“I know right?” I joined the critique. “Usually I feel like his going to split me open and can barely take it without … and then he starts to get close and that huge fuckin’ dick of his gets so much bigger and all I want is more.”
“And then he’s deeper even and your second ring is totally fuckin’ destroyed by then and you know you’re gonna be ruined but you only care about feeling it so deep in you for as long as you can.”
“Exactly right,” I say knowing the exact feeling. “And when that load is deliv … “
“That’s enough of sharing time,” Kent groused. “You got what you needed,” he said almost resentfully.
“Fuck yes I did. Wouldn’t mind — “
“Not happening … at least not now,” Kent quickly said dismissively. “Your slut-garb is in the living room. Does your CO mind his men dressing like whores when they go for a run?”
The marine was on his feet and looked back. “Why don’t you join him and me sometime and find out just what’s on his mind?” he said and gave Kent’s dick flopped across his thigh a tap. “He might even let you have his tight hole when he sees the way you two are equipped!”
“Hmmmm,” Kent said and put his arm around me and pulled me in. I was still fucked-out exhausted but the whiff of his armpit had my balls sending renewed signals through me. I turned my head into him and inhaled deeply of the scent so familiar to me. “Yeah hon,” Kent said and gripped my shoulder as the marine headed out of the room.
We kissed and he took a long whiff of my nose where it had been in his arm-put when we parted. “Damn I smell good.”
“Bottle it and we’d conquer the gay market,” I said going in for another huff myself.
Kent laughed and pushed me off and got up.
We got to the main room where the marine was dressed and tying his sneakers. Without more than a momentary pause to thank us he left.
With the door closed Kent pulled me in and kissed me again and held me when my knees were weak. “We need food,” he said into my lips. We did but that’s not what I wanted.
Wrapped in my husband’s muscled arms in someone else’s condo on the other side of the country I felt completely at home.
