“What do you mean you don’t swallow?” This gym rat’s declaration was precipitous and presumptuous; we were just working-out at the gym and he had joined us to share the lat pull-down.
“Just in case that’s a thing for you,” he added with a now-well-received grin and began his set.
“What the fuck ever bro,” Kent said and shot me a look of annoyance.
The self-declared non-sucking gym bro certainly checked the aesthetic boxes; tall, built, big feet, sweaty, pumped, furry, bubble butt, very nice bulge, not to mention he could be a double for Henry Cavill until his voice put him at mid-Georgia. The backward ball cap added to that appeal as did the pleasingly strong aroma of his clean sweat. But we were two sets in sharing the machine, there hadn’t been so much as eye contact held, and he’s laying the ground rules for a hook-up?
He grunted-through the final reps of his last set and roughly let go of the bar when the weight stack clanged back onto the stack; the cacophonous clang made a few guys’ heads snap in our direction briefly. “What’s next dudes? Ahh’m ready fo some … cardio … if ya get mah drift,” he drawled and winked at us while he rotated his dripping shoulders and made no move to wipe down the machine.
“We have another set here and the rest of our shoulder-arm full course left to do. See ya,” my husband answered dismissively and turned his attention to adjusting the weight and getting in position.
I took a step to move around to the front of the machine out of the travel of Kent’s arms and the gym rat stopped me with the back of his hand on my chest. “Don’t know whaht’s eatin’ yo boy theyah but ahh don’t mahhnd some cockiness. Ahh’m heeyah same time usually if yahhls decide yahh wahnt some a theeyahs,” he said and motioned to his impressive body with that grin that was suddenly repellant.
“Good to know,” I answered and turned my attention to Kent. I saw a guy on a free-weight almost adjacent to us, caught his eye, smiled, got a pained nod back as his pecs, bis, and tris strained and his face was red from what must be the final few reps on a set.
Kent’s set finished and we switched places; this was one of the routines where I had him by twenty pounds and he adjusted the weights as I got in position.
As I controlled my breathing and was about to began I heard a familiar voice and smelled new raw sweat. I turned and saw the gym acquaintance I’d grinned a greeting to a minute or two before.
“Don’t know about him swallowing or not but I know he takes it rough and raw,” Josh said by way of greeting. When I turned he had lifted his shirt to wipe his sweating face. Not a bad view of a powerful defined core, bulging pecs and biceps; inspiration for our work-out for sure.
Kent guffawed. “I should have known you’d have sampled those goods. Does Membership have you give every newbie a go before they get their card?”
“You know me; I like the … variety platter,” Josh said as I proceeded through my fifteen reps.
Josh hits it hard and has the beefy muscle-bod to show for it. Not Kent’s and my first choice for the physique of our play-mates which is why it was a few times only for us. Hey; no judging!
I got up and Josh loomed laterally even though I’m taller. His bulk was impressive and the looming was the unavoidable result. After Josh wiped his face and neck again and gave us another shot of inspiration he went to the dispenser on the wall, yanked a couple of wipes, and handed them to me for the wipe-down. “There ya go boys. Have a great work-out. I’m hitting the treadmill for a few then out because I work this afternoon.” And he unceremoniously was off.
“If we could just take Josh’s personality and transplant it into l-don’t-swallow boy … “ I mused.
Kent was resetting the weight. “Okay doctor Frankenfucker. How ‘bout we push today and do another set. Get beautiful pecs of yours pumped-up nice and good for me to use as pillows when we nap later.” He gave me a forceful palm-slap on my right pec as I reveled in his compliment.
My husband Kent is nearly a generation younger than I and hot AF as the millennials and younger say. So when he compliments my aging physique it both makes me mentally roll my eyes that he still thinks he needs to sweet-talk me to get me to bend over and it makes me blush because he shows me he believes what he’s saying. The latter leads directly to awkward boners. When I protest on that basis and sometimes when I don’t Kent often comes through with more sweet-talk or sometimes taunting as he did now. “Mmmmm I love showing off my man’s virility!” he said with a fake leer obviously directed at my tenting crotch.
“Careful how you get me worked-up,” I warned him with my own grin which got a bigger one from him. “These silkies don’t hide much. I-don’t-swallow boy may reconsider and then you’ll have to brush him off all over again.”
Kent liked me in authentic military silkies; short, thin, military work-out trunks. I’d grabbed a pair from my dirty stuff in the closet on the morning after the first night we spent together; I usually used them for my runs. He’d (finally) awakened and followed the coffee smell to the kitchen where I’d been sitting on a stool with my knees spread wide and my very spent dick hanging out the leg. He took one look and came and buried his face in between hairy thighs; my dick wasn’t as spent as I’d thought. When I suggested he go to the gym with me later in the day his only condition was I wear silkies; those silkies which were spotted with precum and cum by then.
“I love showing you off,” he said again and bent down and kissed me right there in the gym. That didn’t do anything for the problem in my shorts; and my trusty Duke jock strap had its limits.
Josh passed by and as he did he said, “Ahhh doooo swallow by the way!” in a bad mimic of our former machine partner and laughed. We laughed too.
I called after him, “Weren’t you headed to the treadmill?”
He waved his omnipresent huge near-empty water bottle in the air toward the locker room. “Too much intake.”
And life went on in the gym. We’d begun going to a commercial gym again after new year’s; a gift to ourselves in a couple of ways. Although there is an amazing gym at our country club the new year brought renewed interest; it wasn’t equipped for crowds. Also and importantly the crowds of men at the LA Fitness were bigger in the right ways, overall younger, and hotter; even if it ended at just eye candy most days it was sweeter than the country club … and less complicated than sex with neighbors when it went beyond.
We were going to a movie afterwards at the theater in the same complex so we showered and changed there. On the way out things looked up.
“Kent! Al!” a deep voice called. I think we both turned at once.
“Hey Vito!” I called out. Kent gave a reluctant sigh next to me. We all changed course and walked toward each other.
When we met I put my arm out for a hand-shake but Vito pulled me in easily for a longer-than-necessary full-body-contact bro-hug. “Is this a private party?” Kent asked from behind us and we parted. Vito gave Kent a much quicker hug; Kent threw an annoyed glance at me despite the brevity of the moment.
Vito is the manager of one of the car dealerships Kent and I originally moved to Jacksonville for me to set-up on behalf of my former employers. He wasn’t one of the original staff three and a half years ago; Vito was hired about a year ago to back-fill the premier dealership’s general manager after that manager whom I’d hired was made regional manager. Somebody misguidedly told Vito to kiss-up to me; I’m fully retired and have nothing to do with the company beyond having a new car when I want one as part of my pension … and of course a near-familial relationship with the magnates who own over one hundred dealerships who’d been my bosses and family since I left the army.
Did I mind Vito’s attentions? Six-five or six, two-twenty or more of solid sculpted muscle, a year or two behind Kent so almost 40, handsome, charming, and friendly and touchy as hell; you do the math. Add to that Kent’s rare jealous streak and the extra-forceful possessive sex it caused and yeah I didn’t mind Tall-Dark-And-Handsome’s flirtations one bit.
It should be noted that Kent had nothing nor will he ever have anything to worry about; he’s my one-and-only and that’s forever. Henry Cavill could crook his finger my way but I’d go home to Kent afterward.
“What are you seeing?” I asked as Kent fidgeted beside me.
“Seeing?” Vito asked confused. Then he looked behind us to the theater we’d parked in front of; we parked there strategically. “OH you were at the movies? No I had to come to Belk to get a wedding gift. I parked a ways to enjoy the sun; I don’t get as much time away from the office to enjoy it as you two obviously do. Looking good; both of you.” He threw Kent a momentary glance; I caught Kent rolling his eyes.
“Shopping in brick and mortar; how … retro of you,” Kent lobbed in.
Vito laughed and his thousand-watt smile seemed even brighter. “Yeah, the gift I chose from their registry had some problem when I went online. Turned out that there was exactly one left and this Belk had it but there was an error on the inventory system that wouldn’t let them sell it. I got it straightened inside though so I can gloat about snagging a big-ticket item for them.” Kent pointedly looked at Vito’s empty hands (his big muscular perfectly-manicured hands … mmmmmm). “It’s one of those crazy espresso machines; they’re shipping that last one I bought.”
My switch had flipped; I’d let myself fantasize about Vito’s strong hands and that led to his very prominent bulge (which seemed more so in his very well-fitted shorts) and then to his bubble butt atop his long legs. “So what do you have going this afternoon? We’re not all that keen on the movie.”
Kent stifled a guffaw out of Vito’s sight and grinned and shook his head at me. Busted! So why not go all-in.
“You could come and work on a tan with us by the pool.”
Vito’s very engaging bright blue eyes lit-up and he surprised me when he turned to Kent. Kent went from hand-over-mouth attempting to stifle his laughs to straight-faced and attentive in a flash; impressive! “Really? Are you inviting me over? I would need to borrow a suit for the pool if you wouldn’t mind,” he said seriously.
Kent may be jealous of Vito’s plays toward me but he’s a horny bastard and goes along with me. “We don’t wear swimsuits for the pool; or anything at home for that matter,” he added with a healthy intonation of suggestion to match a grin.
“OH!” Vito cried and whipped his head back to me and then again to Kent. “You’re inviting me to … ?”
Kent switched from inviting to dominant and crossed his muscular arms and squared his stance. He nodded; no words.
Vito took a moment to scan Kent from head to toe as if seeing him for the first time. “I’m not very … experienced,” he said by way of an answer.
“Seriously?” Kent challenged stepping in closer. “A boy who has all that you have to offer hasn’t had much experience? What are you saving it for,” Kent asked and pointedly craned his neck around to leer at Vito’s ass.
Vito struggled to regain some of his usual swagger. With a casual brush of his crotch he said, “Spent plenty just spent it on women. Decided it was time to branch-out last year.”
Kent moved in closer and threw his muscular arm up around Vito’s shoulder and had his face in Vito’s. “Sure hope you got the basics down because you go home with us and it’s like taking a leap into a master class of man-to-man.” Vito shuddered and Kent held his intense gaze. Then Kent said even lower, “We have references. We could easily have a rep in the country club for introducing straight husbands to their prostates and cock-sucking.” Vito shuddered again and otherwise stood stock-still.
I didn’t move but said to Vito’s left side, “Follow us!” and turned to take the short walk left to get to our car. Kent abruptly left Vito standing a bit stunned and followed me.
“Think he’ll go for it?” I asked softly as we walked away.
“Didn’t you when you opened the play?” Kent asked equally muted.
We got to the car and I walked to the passenger side as Kent was driving. It gave me the angle to look back to where Vito was still standing. “Nothing yet.”
Kent fired-up the engine and backed our car out of the space. As Vito came into view for both of us he snapped out of it and sprinted to his car like a gazelle. “It’s on,” Kent said with a satisfied smile.
“Maybe he’s just running to get the fuck away from two horny predatory faggots,” I speculated and gave us both a laugh.
Kent drove slowly through the parking lot and by the time we were nearing the exit Vito had made-up the distance and was on our bumper; that was not a sign of what role he’d play when we got home!
The pool was well into the second hour after we got home. Fortunately having a stud like Vito with us deflected from the sadness of not being greeted by our recently dearly departed Siberian Husky best friend Sasha.
We were in the garage when Kent suddenly turned and grabbed Vito’s ass and startled him but also got a moan from him. Looking up slightly at him Kent challenged, “You ready for this boy? My husband is going first and he’s hung big.” Another moan. “He’ll open you up for me; I’m bigger. You think you can handle it?”
Vito had shuddered at the “open” part.
Kent snapped, “I can’t hear you boy. If you’re that timid maybe you’re not ready for two MEN!”
Vito stiffened his stance and responded quietly and evenly. “I’m every bit of ready. I’ve dreamed of being used by two hot experienced men. But while I’ll be your boy when the dongs are hard make no mistake; I’m no boy!”
Kent suddenly stepped back and laughed. “Your inexperience is adorable.”
Stripping Vito was an unexpected pleasure. I’d only seen a photo of him half-naked when we were there to pick-up the most recent car; water-skiing without a life jacket and the ripped musculature I’d his bare pale torso glistening with water in the sun. It caught my eye then; but feeling, seeing close-up, smelling, licking … oh man yes was it more than usual expected.
Vito was very passive as we unbuttoned and peeled his trendy shirt back over shoulders and off. He has fine dark hair over his pecs and tapering down to a magnificent treasure trail. He was hard in his shorts even before we discovered that his thick nipples are triggers; the way he moaned and jerked as we worked them was exciting both of us. When we at the same time each took one in he gasped and clapped his big hands on each of our head. It wasn’t too long of sucked breaths and moans before he backed away suddenly and pushed us off. “I’m so fucking close,” he moaned and stood shaking with his nipples raw and hard.
Kent grabbed his shorts. “I know what we’ll do,” he said yanking them open and down. “Get your clothes off and ready to catch it and lube him with it,” Kent told me.
“You’re up first,” he reminded me.
I did as I was told and discarded my clothes carelessly; I did my best to push my discomfort for clothes strewn about the floor as I watched Kent swiping his t-shirt over his head and yanking his shorts off after he dove back mouth-first onto Vito’s stuff nipple.
“FUCK!” Vito moaned and grimaced at first contact of Kent’s mouth; assumably his teeth. Vito’s cock assured us that regardless of the noise he made; thick cglobs of precum were coming regularly out from his heavy fore-skin and running down his un-cut dick-head.
Vito’s dick made me think of porn descriptions as “proportional.” As big as me so not anywhere near as big as Kent. What’s big on me is just right on a man as tall and pumped as Vito. Being un-cut didn’t surprise me with him being foreign. Being in trimmed surprised me. A wild bush surrounded his junk and unlike the Twitter descriptions only served to make his dick look bigger. Bigger than average balls with ample pubes on his sac had my mouth watering all the more.
Oh which reminded me of my assignment; I got to my knees and swallowed that monster and gripped and worked those balls. Apparently Vito liked it because he cried-out, “OH MY GOD! I won’t last long like this!”
Kent laughed into his chest hair. “That’s the plan,” and went back to chewing one nipple and twisting and pinching the other.
Vito’s moans got louder and more insistent very quickly. He was holding my shoulders to support himself and shuddering and finally called out that he was about to cum.
Vito’s rod was like iron; the many veins were each discernible on my tongue. His body went as rigid as his dick, his balls were so far up in him I could only palm-rub and tickle them, and his head fattened and hardened suddenly. Then the flood! I knew I wanted to spit that up his hole to lube him, but I was choking from the force of it shot at the back of my throat and had to adjust to where I was sucking his head only. That turned-out to make him wriggle and jump back and I took a shot direct in my face and two more went wide and onto the LVP.
“Jesus men! That was … “
“The beginning!” Kent stopped him. “Get on the bed NOW with your head hanging over the edge and your legs up!”
Vito didn’t hesitate and was on our bed with his head hanging over at a place so that his nose was nearly touching Kent’s drooling tip. I went around Kent to get on the bed as Vito pulled his knees back to his chest; his eyes went very wide when he saw me. “You two are both hung as fuck!”
“Why thank you,” Kent said as he shoved his dick in our guest’s mouth.
I was on the bed and took a tentative whiff of his furry trench before kissing his hairy hole and shoving my tongue into that tight pucker. It passed the sniff test and in I went.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” he groaned as I breached him. Then “Rrrrmmmggg,” as I pressed in deep and spit my saliva and his load inside him.
I worked my tongue around inside him and found him opening easily; inexperienced indeed. And while he didn’t have a completely fresh taste or smell it was just sweat and man-ass nothing else. So I worked his balls and slapped them against my forehead causing him to jump and grunt and groan around Kent’s dick as I worked that seemingly willing hole.
When I sat on my haunches and pushed my index and middle fingers of one hand into him Vito groaned loud. I wiped my face with the back of my other hand I saw that Vito was pipe/hard again; maybe he never went soft after he filled my mouth. I also saw Kent looking at me intently and only barely swaying into and out of Vito’s mouth. “What?” I asked grinning like a fool in love which is exactly what I am.
“I love watching you,” he said back quietly.
I looked his familiar worked-out bod from crotch to face and savored his handsome and truly adoring grin. Absently I shoved a third finger inside Vito and held Kent’s gaze as Vito groaned louder. “Fuck him Al,” Kent encouraged me.
I lined-up and PUSHed against surprising resistance given my fingers’ stretch of his hole. With a very loud very long groan I entered him and held with my head and an inch or so of me inside him. Vito’s eyes were watering and since Kent only had about a third of himself in him and wasn’t in his throat and since Vito was clamped around me like a death grip I knew I needed to give him some time to adjust. He was also clutching the bed cover with both big hands. So I reached down and gently rubbed his groin and abs.
“Are you going to throat-fuck him?” I asked Kent.
“I don’t know if he can. I do know I’m mesmerized by the vision of my HOT husband inside him and can’t wait to see your pubes grinding into him.”
I felt Vito loosen just a little and moved a bit inside him. That seemed to cause him to loosen and relax suddenly; I knew it was on. I pushed in and met resistance but none critical and kept pushing. Vito moaned constantly as I pushed in and clutched the bed covers again tightly.
Kent watched again mesmerized as I did encounter Vito’s second defense and determinedly pushed harder. “Relax and take it!” I told him and pushed through. His groan echoed in the room and his eyes were again wild.
“Maybe he really is inexperienced,” Kent said holding Vito’s corded neck because he’d begun to try and thrash his head.
“We promised him a master class,” I told Kent as I bottomed-out in him. I looked pointedly at more than half Kent’s dick exposed.
Massaging Vito’s throat with two hands now Kent tilted Vito’s head back further and pushed into him. Vito groaned again like he had when I breached his second ring as Kent’s monster dick disappeared into Vito’s mouth. “Goooood boy,” he cooed to Vito. “Just a few more inches,” he said and kept pushing.
I began to saw into Vito’s sexy ass; the cushion of his muscular bubble butt-cheeks as I repeatedly bottomed-out in him was as tantalizing as the fur in his crack on my balls when they smacked into him. I watched Vito’s face become red and then redder until he struggled with Kent’s balls resting on his eyes. When Vito’s whole body was in the struggle and his man-hole was clenched so tight it was difficult to pump him Kent finally withdrew and Vito sucked a long gasping breath. “FUCK MAN!” he exclaimed and sucked in another big breath. The sight of his pecs and abs heaving tickled my nuts inside like his fur was on the outside.
“Want me to stop?” my husband asked him and caught some of the slobber from Vito’s face with his finger and reached across him and rubbed it off on the exposed part of my shaft between thrusts. As he did that his dick smacked Vito in the face and Vito grabbed it and maneuvered it into his mouth with a growl. “Guess that answers that,” Kent said looking at me as Vito worked my husband’s big dick into his throat again.
I’d worked up to about half of my dick out then plunging back in. Every time I bottomed-out Vito groaned. Every time Vito groaned my husband moaned. I suddenly pulled out until my fat dick-head was stretching his ass-lips and he moaned plaintively; I didn’t know if it was from fear that I’d pull out all the way or pleasure from the added stretch. Either way when I slammed back into him I felt the direct hit on his prostate at the same time as his entire body spasmed and he let forth a muffled cry and pounded the bed worth his palm. Kent responded to the stimulation from the cry and adjusted his thrusts to time with mine for maximum enjoyment.
Vito’s rock-hard dick was harder and his head was flared wide and bright red as I continued to pound. The moans and groans from both our fuck-boy and from my husband were louder and closer together. Without warning Vito’s body seemingly seized; every muscle was flexed to maximum definition and what I couldn’t see was clenched on my dick. Just as Vito’s seizure broke to jerks and writhing and his dick raised like a cobra I felt myself going over the edge I didn’t even know it was on. “Fuck here I go!” I yelled and felt my balls exploding.
Vito’s first shot was clean over his face and splatted on Kent’s abs thick and heavy. If I hadn’t already been about to blast it would have happened from the sight. But it was already happening, and with a long grunt that turned into a moan I felt my fist shot course from my balls through my dick and felt it exit my head deep inside Vito. He felt it; his eyes again wide and a loud grunt of a completely different type around Kent’s dick plowing his throat.
“Fuck this!” Kent spat and pulled out and began stroking his raging slimy dick. I was almost beyond control but somehow I reached over Vito and grabbed Kent’s balls and yelled, “Come on!” as I pumped all of me inside Vito and he continued to pump on himself.
“Fuck yeah!” Kent cried, reached out and clamped his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me down so roughly that my chin slammed Vito’s cheek-bone. “OPEN!” Kent yelled and when I did and got my lips around his dick his cumloads began shooting into my mouth.
“Mmmmmmm,” I cried in gratitude. And then I thought of Vito who’d done most of the work and pulled off to let Kent direct the remainder directly into Vito’s mouth. Vito sucked eagerly on Kent’s head until he was too sensitive; he pulled back and away at the same time I pulled out of Vito’s other end.
I let myself fall sideways and lean against the headboard. Kent stood proud and panting, clasped his hands behind his head, stretched. The sight of him was magnificent and Vito was taking it in from the angle on his back. “Fuck dude!” Was all he said.
“Good times,” Kent said to neither of us in particular.
“Fuck yeah good times,” Vito agreed with his sinewy legs beautifully splayed, his hairy balls descending, and his pretty dick deflating. I looked down at my own; it was turgid but slackening and slimy as hell. I didn’t have the energy to get up and shove it in Vito’s mouth to clean.
“Get the fuck up and go suck my husband’s cock clean you cock-crazed whore!” Kent barked as if he’d read my mind.
Vito looked startled but got moving. The sight of his muscles as he got up and around to put his face between my legs was almost enough to get me going again. He very tentatively checked my dick looking very closely as he held me, sniffing, and then a small lick before a longer one and then taking me in his mouth.
Kent laughed and flopped on the bed where Vito had been laying. “He was afraid you’d have his ass all over your cock hon.” And he laughed some more.
Vito let me flop out of his mouth and said with some pique, “I told you I’m inexperienced.”
Kent hooked his arm around Vito’s neck and pulled him into him. Nearly face to face Kent said, “You WERE inexperienced … before double-hung master class. Congratulations on passing the first semester.”
Then he looked at me and said, “He can come back,” with a playful grin.
“Do I have anything to say about that?” Vito asked.
Before Kent could answer I told him, “The only things you have to say are, ‘Yes sir’ and ‘Thank you sir.’ Got that?”
Vito grinned. “I can live … “ He stopped when I glared at him. “I meant thank you sir.”
