A Few Weeks with the Cable Stud
I was reading in the late afternoon sun by the pool; Election Day. Don’t tell my dermatologist because I always find ways to imply to him that my tan is incidental. It’s not; I’m addicted to the sun both emotionally and physically. Hell I’ll be fifty-five soon and I can’t go pasty AND old!
I was reading a novel; a gay romance. Anything to avoid more propaganda and rhetoric about the election. I’d voted as had Kent; we’d done all we could in the household as our recently-added third wasn’t a citizen and couldn’t add his vote.
Kent was off meeting some business people he has a contract with; a very large nationwide company headquartered in our own city so the occasional in-person meeting. Today was one of those which he either enjoyed and came home more up-beat than usual or came in sullen and needing a rough fuck to work past his aggressions. Selfishly you know which one I hoped for!
Josh got home from his own work thing; he works from home some in a spare bedroom we’d given him and had refitted it for his office. But his work often has him “in the field” with his company’s community clients. That’s how we met actually; and the night of that meeting I invited him home for some three-way play and the rest as they say is history.
Josh came straight through and out onto the lanai and paused looking down at me. “FUCK mate! You’re a right sight for a needy bloke.” he said with a reverent tone. He ran his eyes from my dick to my face, down to my toes, and back to my dick again; that made my dick jump. Then he swung one long leg over the lounge and lowered himself to kiss me hello without getting his well-tailored clothes sweaty against my glistening bod.
I was getting used to the kisses. He was kissy from the start which had seemed intrusive to me; Jef hadn’t been that way at all … until much later when we’d all fallen in love as well as our lust. Josh wasn’t Jef in almost any way you could think of except that he was quite similar physically and every bit the satyr Jef was; and Kent and I are.
This time though the long and very hungry kiss ended abruptly with with a great sigh afterward as he stood and began to undress. He was clearly hang-dog in his demeanor.
He began stripping to match my nakedness and the house rules; he’d taken to living naked at home very eagerly. As his wiry blond fur and taut tanned skin stretching over nearly zero body-fat and long lean muscles anywhere you looked came into view I savored the site of him and contemplated how a guy like me had ended-up with a hunk for a husband and a young stud for a third; both of them nearly fifteen years my junior and hot as a camp-fire. I also wondered what was bothering the usually-exuberant Aussie stud we’d added to our household.
“How was your day?” I asked him neutrally.
“I’m buggered after a Barry Crocker. I still have a job; that was about all that went right,” he said more obviously sullen than I’d noticed before. “And you know I can’t vote and I have a crook about how it might go tonight.” I got the gist even as I didn’t understand many of his native sayings.
I put my phone down and watched as he got out of his khakis. “Guess my lucky jock-strap hasn’t helped today?” I said with an attempt at humor as the grimy waist-band and pouch were revealed.
Early on in our … association with this stunning stud he’d taken my stinking jock-strap out of the wash basket in the closet without a word one day and wore it; and had kept it since wearing and wore it at least to work-out in daily. I’ll admit it turned me on to no end.
“It got me a compliment and a proposition at the clubhouse restroom where we were doing the sign-ups today so I should count those as something. To be completely truthful both times I ”
“Different men or the same one?” I asked presuming the source of both was men.
Josh stripped down the jock and when it was off brought it to his nose and took a deep sniff. Another sigh; this one far more positive in tone. I can honestly say I’ve never been a fan of my own dirty underwear scent; unless it’s the scent of Kent’s cum which ran out of my well-fucked hole. “Two. And both hot men to be honest. Both married, young, and clearly not getting enough head from their young men wives.”
Unsurprising on any of those counts. Josh is one hot number. His bare ass framed in straps? Irresistible. And wives and head? Well we know women typically suck dick when they do because their husbands want it; we suck dick because we love sucking dick. “Did you at least blow them?” Our agreement was strictly no anal outside our three-some without prior discussion but oral and handies was well within discretion. We’d made it simple … like it was with Jef and like it was with each other (more or less).
“Both of them,” he said with another sigh but as if it was obvious. He finished carefully folding his slacks onto one of the lanai chairs. “Neither was hung, both were cut, and both were fast cummers and dribblers not shooters. Is that a married bloke thing?” He sat down with another less dramatic sigh by my legs and rubbed up my leg almost as if he didn’t know what he was doing; his mind was on something and he was silent. He played with the thick hairs on my quad but didn’t go near my big sweaty balls; he usually couldn’t keep away from them.
I enjoyed his touch until the break in conversation became awkward. “That sounds like a good day the way I’m hearing it; dribblers or not! And you know America survived twenty-seventeen to twenty-twenty; we’ll survive twenty-twenty-five to twenty twenty-eight if we have to. And you’re here legally anyway.” A vast over-simplification I knew.
More silence, more gentle stroking of my leg, and stops to play with my thigh pelt; but not my balls. “What’s really troubling you Joshy?” He’d confessed early on when I slipped and coined the boyish variation of his name that he loved it.
His smile was half-hearted and fleeting. Then he took a big breath. “I need to say something; and I’ll need to say it again when Kent gets home. But I need to say it to you now Al. Might hap be the kind of convo that needs bathers.” Serious; ‘bathers’ means a bathing suit. And now he wasn’t even looking at my big balls and fat dick.
I looked him in the eye. “House rules: we don’t hold back with each other. You’re safe to say what you need or want to say Josh.”
He looked away and took a deep breath. Every muscle in his torso and neck was perfectly defined in the motion and my dick jumped. Pay attention Sherbourne! I admonished myself. My dick protested that I was doing just that.
Then he faced me eye-to-eye again with a grave and rueful look. “I found out today from one of the heads that my commissions are going to be shite for this quarter and probably the next. The company’s settlement with this community over the way the contract was approved isn’t the only one. And I’m a boofhead for buying my Beamer baby; way too exy any way you look at it!” The car with his commissions had still been a stretch; I’m a retired auto finance guy and didn’t need a detailed consultation to piece that one together. The company’s blow-back didn’t surprise me; I was one of the very vocal critics about how our now-former HOA board had been manipulated into agreeing to that contract.
I didn’t say anything and let him finish.
“Two things,” he continued gravely holding my attentive gaze. “Most importantly I can’t thank you enough for letting me move in and telling me I didn’t have to rattle my dags to find a place that would be big bikkies. You already know I love being with you two; fuck it’s no secret I fell arse over noggin in love with both of you even if by bung-hole was begging for A and E for a while.” Another very brief smile. “But now this financial boost ya gave me after my lease renewal came with such a shocking jump … but the news I may be living on base for half the year … “
His pause was accompanied by breaking eye contact and looking into the distance to the lake. I reached up and grabbed the muscle mass in his finely hairy forearm and gave him a caress and a squeeze to encourage him. He looked back with less confidence. “Well it would be hard to leave you two for both reasons but I want you to know ... I won’t be a bludger. Given the hit my income is going to take because my company is run by eeedjits I might not be in a hurry to find a place soon. It feels like I might … ” I started to say something but he squeezed my thigh and I let him continue. “Let me get this off my chest. I’m a right happy little vegemite here with you; probably too happy and too comfortable already. You blokes might have to kennet my arse to get rid of me when my time is up and I don’t want you to hesitate when you’ve had your fill of me. There I said it,” he said with a huge sigh.
I held his gaze and saw his pain … over so little really. While his apartment which he’d been able to afford before the lease renewal hike wasn’t the most expensive in town it was very high-end; he would be able to find something at that previous level a bit farther out of downtown if he had to. But he didn’t have to … and neither Kent nor I wanted him to.
Josh needed redirection and focus; don’t most subs? I knew what to do.
“Kiss my sweaty balls Josh,” I said with restraint but insistence.
Without any response he leaned over and got to work. And he did began working my balls over very well. I took a long drink from my sweating water bottle and let my dick harden to steel and jut skyward … and had another thought.
For over five minutes be nuzzled, licked, sucked, huffed, and handled my balls until my pre-cum was flowing and had run fully down the length of my full hard-on and had smeared his face. The shinier more viscous fluid distinguishable from his own spit and sweat from the sun and heat.
“I need to piss,” I announced suddenly.
Our boy groaned and gave each of my balls a strong suck before releasing me from his lingually-induced bliss and raising up. “Oh I’m not going anywhere,” I told him.
His eyes got wide with surprise and then very hot with desire. “You want me to … ?”
I didn’t say anything; I just held his gaze and flicked my eyes to my dick and back.
Now you might think this was unprecedented or punitive; it was neither. Josh had made it clear that serving us was what he most enjoyed and had included savoring our bodily fluids; “All of them” he’d said with a leading tone. He’d even gone so far as to offer … well let me stop there as no way in hell were we into THAT. Water-sports is one thing; and we’d indulged rarely.
I flicked my eyes down again and raised my eyebrows. He was on me with his lips halfway down my long veiny shaft and tightly circling it.
I’m one of those guys who can always piss. I drink a ton of water and I have no prostate problems whatsoever despite close to ten years of my husband’s abuse of that gland inside me. I caressed Josh’s handsome face as I let my stream flow into his warm mouth. He moaned and swallowed and grunted and swallowed over and over again until I was good and truly drained. Then he carefully licked me clean but only that and raised himself and faced me.
“Good boy,” I told him and he beamed.
“Thank you sir,” he said, swallowed again, and lowered his eyes.
‘Sir’ was allowed only rarely. We’d discussed this and while we hadn’t drawn a line we made Josh understand that he could be our sub sexually but only then; were equals and men otherwise. So ‘sir’ was preferred by us to be rare and judiciously used which Josh understood. This seemed like a good choice of time.
I still had my hand on his sweaty cheek. I gave him another caress and then brought my arm back and laced my hands together behind my head. “Josh you’re here because we enjoy having you here,” I told him. “The apartment thing was more convenient as it turned-out; you were with us all the time anyway.”
He’d turned his face to mine when I spoke and he smiled appreciatively at my words. “And house rules apply. I keep saying that but it’s true. If we were even the slightest bit in doubt about you being here we’d talk to you about it. But I can already guess that won’t happen.” I couldn’t tell him more than we enjoyed his company and his body; and it wasn’t the time to talk about resale on his too-expensive car if he needed or wanted to go that route or politics or … anything for that matter.
“Suck my dick boy!”
His appreciative smile widened to a grin. And without a word he went at me.
Josh’s cock-sucking skills were top-notch when we met. Sure he had to level-up with my husband’s monster dick but not too much and he did it easily. My knob was well in his throat and he licked my balks when his nose was in my bushy pubes. Then he pulled up and swirled his tongue around my shaft as he did, sucked and swirled his tongue around my throbbing head, and worked that tongue under my foreskin before teasing my slit and making my body tingle from scalp to toes. Then he was back down again massaging my knob with his throat again.
“Of fuck yeah I needed this.” What man doesn’t; always?
Josh moaned hungrily all the while he sucked me and drooled pre-cum from his far more modest dick onto my ankles. He pre-cums like a running tap, cums like a stud stallion and yet rarely touches himself.
Josh’s dick-work was of a skill level that he could leverage into a lucrative training business should he choose to. Solely his lips, tongue, and mouth; his hands were planted by my hips and his mouth alone had my body humming.
Josh got me to the edge and backed me off just slightly but did so over and over. I made no encouragement for him to finish me and swallow my load; I just opted to enjoy another of his wonderful sessions for as long as I could hold-out.
I had the benefit of the school-style wall clock on the wall of the lanai to be impressed with both of us at the thirty minute mark. Mostly I was impressed with me and mostly for being able to read the clock as blissed-out as my body was. I gently took his head and raised him all the way off my dick. I swiped my thumb over his slimy lower lip and he licked it but didn’t suck it in. We looked at each other; his eyes heavy with desire and satisfaction and need and pleasure all at once.
“Time for you to get fucked,” I told him and saw his pupils dilate which was somehow very very erotic.
“Hard and merciless; your pleasure always drives mine,” was his answer, “but right now I need you to USE me. Plain talk. House rules,” he said with a grin.
“Get on your hands and knees and arch that back!” I ordered him gruffly swinging my legs off the side and standing.
He did as I bid; hands planted and his lower legs and feet off the edge of my lounger. I positioned myself between them, pulled his muscled glutes apart exposing my sweaty pink target, and let my spit dribble onto the puffy pink ring inside the thatch of blond fur. “I’m cleaned-out,” he said almost in a monotone. “Make it hurt; I need it that way Al,” he pleaded.
There’s a strong dad-track in my being that could have wrapped my arms around him and held him instead until some of his hurt abated and he could enjoy the amazing sex we always had as much as I would; but I’m also just a human man with a raging hard-on and a tight moist hole available to fuck. I pushed against his well-abused opening with my fat dick-head and disregarded the resistance; he shouted when I breached him and didn’t stop. I hit bottom, felt my heavy balls slap his, didn’t pause, pulled back and repeated.
Josh’s shouts of pain were interrupted by his encouragement and entreaties. “Use my friggin’ arse-hole with that big cock of yours Al; ruin it and flood me with your kids!”
I suppose had I been thinking with my big head it would have been worse; as it was it took me over another half-hour of ruthless pounding to even begin to get close to dumping my load. Josh took it on his knees, he took it on his back, he took it standing bent over the lounge, he rode my dick … And I suppose that had it not been nearly 85° and over 90° humidity I wouldn’t have felt light-headed from dehydration when he finally took pity on me and made me cum.
Josh reached around when we were both standing again and I was slamming his ass hard enough that the slaps echoed on the lanai. He got hold of my swinging ball-sac, gripped my balls hard, and pulled them hard too; just like he’d learned makes me lose all control. The exquisite pain and pleasure flooded me; and in another several minutes of punishing pounding I flooded him in a great groan of relief and ecstasy.
“Crikey it feels like you’re gushing inside me!” He exclaimed with joy in his voice as my dick spasmed inside him and I drained my fluids.
I stood with my hands on his wide strong volleyballer shoulders and his arms bracing us against the back of the teak lounge. Sweating. Panting. Stinking.
Despite the heat I pulled him up until more than our middles were together and mingling our sweat. I wrapped my arms around him tight and kissed his sweat-drenched neck. “Life is full of complex reasons for everything Josh. You’re here with us for a reason; we all want to be together. That’s what matters. We’re lucky enough to be able to do it.”
He pushed back against me and then turned in my arms causing my half-deflated dick to roughly exit him and swing free. He kissed me roughly and passionately and held me as tight against him for a long interlude.
Somehow in that moment I turned a corner I’d been lingering at. I held him as tightly and kissed him with abandon. I felt no disloyalty to Kent; I love him more but I loved this stud we’d taken in too. I realized I did.
“You need to cum,” I told him when we broke the long kiss. I ground my groin into his hardened-again dick to press my point.
“I got what I … “
I cut him short with a sharp order. “Cum for me!”
He looked at me and his eyes glinted not from the sun but with fire stoked in him. “Yes sir,” he said. And he began grinding into my hard groin humping me.
To assist I reached down and easily slid two fingers inside him. He hissed in the pain of his sore battered pussy but also gyrated his butt on them and ground harder into me. “This right with you?” he huffed.
“Any way you follow orders is right.”
His eyes flashed and he set his jaw and rutted against me harder.
Josh’s dick is unimpressive save for his steely hardness when he is aroused. He was punching into me more than sliding against me but he was clearly loving obeying.
His breathing changed and even more of his pre flooded my skin. “Al I’m … “
“DO IT!” I hissed at him.
He let out a strangled cry and began to pump his load up my torso as his body spasmed and I held him tight against me. The goo added to our mutual slick from pre-cumming and to our sweat. His head had been thrown back and then he flipped forward and rested it on my shoulder and panted into my neck.
“Good man,” I whispered and kissed his neck.
He gripped me tighter. “I belong to you and to Kent.”
I pulled back and then held his face so I could look into his eyes. I was about to tell Josh that while he could give himself to us willingly he did not belong to us.
But the moment changed when he jerked his head up looking over my shoulder. From behind me Kent gruffly barked as his feet pounded down the steps and on the deck approaching, “I need a hole. NOW!”
