A Former Neighbor Meets the Cable Stud-boy
The text came out of the blue; we hadn’t seen our former neighbor and married straight fuck-bud for months.
Mack: Was at the club for a match. Didn’t think I’d have time but do and would like to stop by. OK?
The text hot both of our watches; and we met in the family room heading toward each other after reading it. Kent’s dick was thickening … as was mine. I looked down and laughed. “That’s a yes then?”
Josh was floating in the pool oblivious to what was about to happen. Kent looked that way and said, “We should ask the boy.”
Josh is hardly a “boy,” but we think of him that way despite him being only months younger than Kent. We’re all still adjusting but so far being a thrupple is great; having him as the third is really great.
“Joshy,” I called out to him loud to overcome his AirPods.
He snapped his head our way. “You need me?” he asked and then dipped his sunglasses dramatically and obviously checked-out our semis. “Mmmm looks promising!”
We laughed and walked out to the lanai and I told him, “Remember that married guy we told you about?”
“Which one?” he interrupted me with a guffaw. He had a point.
“Mack,” Kent provided helpfully. “Our former neighbor.”
“I’m hoping you’re about to say I’m going to meet that straight stud.”
“If you don’t mind.”
Josh jumped off the float and nearly yelled, “Strewth!” We’d learned that when said with a smile or grin that was a very good thing.
I texted back while Kent told Josh that Mack was at the club and would be here soon. Josh asked if his hole would be offered to Mack.
“That’s up to you Josh,” Kent said with a serious tone.
“You own me; it’s up to you,” Josh corrected near enough to be dripping on us.
“No Josh. We don’t own you,” Kent persisted unnecessarily.
We’d been through this a few times. Josh is a natural sub. Nothing hard core but a stud who’s a sex-pig and submissive … well there are just fringes we hadn’t explored.
“Right mate. We’ll do it your way,” Josh said with a grin. “Kent … daddy … will you please offer my bung-hole pussy and the rest of me to your manly straight stud mate?” He batted his wet eyelashes dramatically.
Kent enjoyed the “daddy” nonsense more than I; but we all loved being together and were adapting to the changed dynamic.
“Come here boy,” he ordered and pulled Josh into a clench kissing him hard. When he pulled away Josh was gasping and flushed; I know the feeling. “Just revving your jets.”
Josh’s dick showed that Kent had done just that.
The gate security app chimed on our watches. “He’ll be here in a minute,” I said unnecessarily.
Mack Burnstag is a true stud. Tall, dark, handsome, killer body, pelted, and a very nice guy. Basically my age (he’s two years younger) and also retired our married friend, former neighbor, and fuck-buddy spends his time constantly surfing, biking, playing tennis, climbing, and most anything else energetic and physical. His marriage and family life is one big train-wreck. When he lived across the street from us he’d been the best neighbor. We were good neighbors too in a way; we blew him when we found out he hadn’t had sex with his unpleasant wife for years.
Mack is a hippy at heart; goes with the flow, doesn’t sweat labels, and is content to be himself. Himself turned out to be a highly sexual man who took to man-sex with ease and acuity.
“Crikey he’s everything you described,” Josh said almost drooling as we watched through our glass doors when Mack turned and walked up to the porch.
Mack’s body had apparently been challenged at lot since we saw him; positively ripped in that way that bodies in use have that gym bodies don’t.
I held the door open and Kent bro-hugged Mack first. Welcomes all around; but Mac shook Josh’s hand formally when they were introduced. Then Mack looked at us. “You two find the best.”
“We found you didn’t we?” I countered and closed the door to the mid-day heat.
“Are you going to leave those sweaty clothes on?” Kent asked.
“Oh man. Sorry! I didn’t shower after the match. I can grab my duffel out of the truck and shower quick if you want.”
The three of us nearly shouted “NO!”
Mack started at that and then broke into a grin. “A like-minded young man?” he asked looking at Josh.
“A bloke who likes blokes not lilies!” Josh answered.
“You’re staying for some fun right?” Kent asked his earlier question differently.
Mack’s grin widened. “I’d you’ll have me. I haven’t exactly kept in touch.”
“Get those fucking clothes off and the real touching can get underway. Josh get his tennis shorts down!”
Mack mock protested and loved being the object of three gay men’s desire. But he really straightened and puffed-out his chest when Josh exposed Mack’s sweaty jock-strap. “Mmmmm,” escaped his lips.
“You planned to show-up here!” I accused Mack.
His smile was a bit … resigned. “Yes,”he said simply.
Josh had his face in Mack’s sweaty pouch; rubbing it all over him and huffing to accompany his moans. The look of bliss was worth watching; on our boy’s face as well as Mack’s.
I pulled Mack’s sweaty shirt over his head and Josh ran his hands up Mack’s dark-furred ripped cut torso. As I was thinking Damn! He looks good! Josh withdrew from the sweaty pouch and looked up where his hands swept slowly over Mack’s well-defined abs. “Bowsers! It’s like I’ve fallen bum first into a world of ripped daddies! America doesn’t need to be made great again; it’s bangin’ now!” Then he pulled Mack’s pouch out, freed his hard-on and echoed, “Fuckin’ oath it is!” And just like that he swallowed Mack’s dick to the base.
“Oh man!” Mack moaned.
Kent bent a bit and sniffed Mack’s sweaty shirt I was holding. “Horny fuck knew he was coming here for certain.” I took a whiff and knew what Kent had deduced; there wasn’t so much as a hint of cologne on his shirt.
“I. Hoped.” Mack gasped. Josh was working his knob and shaft and playing with his heavy hairy sac; he had Mack shuddering and gasping steadying himself with one hand on my shoulder and one on Josh’s.
“I feel like enjoying the show; what about you?” Kent asked me draping his arm over my shoulder and running his fingers down my racing stripe scar. With my free hand I grabbed hold of Kent’s massive hard-on and squeezed it tight. “Fuck!” he moaned.
“Dibs on which one I fuck when Mack’s done fucking Josh,” I called.
“Come on. We’re taking this to our bedroom,” Kent ordered.
It took a bit of doing but we managed to pull Josh off the new cock and got Mack and him into our bedroom. On Kent’s side of the bed there are two chairs in the corner at right angles; an idiotic conversation corner. On mine there is only the one matching chair with the other on the far wall facing the bed adjacent to the bedroom sofa.
“There or there?” I asked Kent after pushing Josh and Mack onto our bed. Mack landed on his back and Josh wasted no time getting Mack’s long muscular legs in the air and diving face-first into his hairy crack. From Mack’s moans and oaths it was clear Josh’s tongue was doing its magic.
“Here,” Kent answered and took a few steps back toward the couch. “I have an idea.” Kent’s ideas are always good ones.
“You like that daddy?” Josh asked having taken a moment to come up for air.
While Josh was feasting on Mack’s sweaty hole Kent was doing the same to me. He was sitting comfortably on the sofa while I stood bent over in front of him moaning.
Mack was panting. “Damn right!” he answered. “Good thing you let-up; I was about a half a minute away from cumming!”
Josh grinned proudly. “THAT you save for my bung-hole daddy,” he decreed.
Mack snapped his head to us where I was grinding back on my husband’s talented tongue.
“Guest’s pleasure,” I grunted looking up at them.
“I want you on your hands and knees on the bed at the edge” he told our boy swinging his long legs over the side and standing. His dick was hard as nails and ready to fuck.
“Drive me to Queensland daddy!” Josh said with enthusiasm as he clambered and got into the prescribed position quickly.
Mack looked at us expectantly. “Is he safe?”
“He’s dangerously addictive,” Kent dead-panned. “But he’s clean; and pre-lubed.”
“I’ve missed skin,” Mack growled looking at the hole before him. He bent down and swiped his tongue lasciviously in our boy’s crack and came up smacking his lips. “Kent,” he said and guessed right.
“Will you three soon be finished having a yarn? What’s a bloke got to do to get rogered here?” Josh asked and reached back and held his cheeks apart.
“Language would be a barrier if that wasn’t winking at me.”
Josh reached back farther and got Mack by the balls. “I’m good to take what I want if I have to,” he warned.
Mack took that cue and suddenly thrust inside the boy. Josh howled with pain and ended his loud protest laughing. “Serves me that! Okay now use me daddy!”
Kent pulled me back at the same time as Mack started drilling Josh’s bubble butt. I was pulled onto his lap and felt his wet dick-head slicking my hole. The only thing I love more than Kent’s tongue is his hard dick; and I eagerly pushed down and forced it up into me. “FUCK yeah!” both Josh and I moaned at once.
Mack worked up a face pace complete with the loud claps of his groin against Josh’s butt while Kent gyrated under me and working my insides all over the place. Round and round he rotated his hips and in and out and my hole was humming with the sensations.
Mack’s pounding was now eliciting grunts of his own with every thrust and gruntish moans as Josh took the hits. Mack had his muscular arms holding our boy by the shoulders as he pounded him with regular thrusts. “He’s. So. Tight!” he hissed. “Not gonna lassssssst,” he added.
“Yeah mate give it to me daddy,” Josh encouraged him. “Add your spunk-load to my guts.” With a long gutteral oath Mack jabbed into Josh and grimaced and then groaned. “That’s it. Fuck yeah mate fill me,” Josh moaned.
I felt Kent’s dick inside me thicken and harden even more and then his lips and mouth on the side of my neck as he grunted through his own release inside me. Josh watched and knew; he knows us by now. Josh’s eyes met mine with a look of reverence. I have no clue what my look was; I was lost in my husband filling me with his essence.
Mack stood rigidly planted inside Josh until Josh slid forward onto his stomach and Mack’s softening dick flopped out. A gush of his cum ran out before Josh clenched his hole and stemmed the flow.
Mack was sweating as we all were and panting. The air was rich with the stink of us and two strong cum-loads.
“I needed that,” Mack sighed and looked around at the chairs behind him.
“Go ahead; they’re scotch-guarded,” I told him as I flopped onto the sofa next to my husband.
Mack awkwardly lowered himself and sat back onto the chair. “I’m a sweat-ball,” he observed and wiped his slick furry forearm.
“I called dibs on your ass,” I told him and watched his eyes flicker.
“I haven’t taken any dick since yours last. Or Kent’s; I don’t remember.” When both of our attention was scrutinizing him he added, “I’ve fucked some and sucked and been sucked; but somehow I haven’t found anyone who … measured-up,” he said with a grin.
Josh added his two cents’ worth. “I dunno mate; you might not have the weapons my men do but you did my arse jolly good!”
Mack turned his way with a look of pride. “Tell you something Josh. For a man who takes these two men’s stallion pricks regularly you’re tight as hell.”
“Why thank you sir!” Josh said elaborately. Then, “Does that mean Kent is fucking me while Al fucks you Mr. Burnstag? I hope.”
Kent turned and leaned in for a kiss that went longer than I’d expected it. By the time we pulled apart my toes were tingly as was my scalp. “What if … “ he started softly with a broadening grin, “you fuck your husband and we let Josh loose on Mack’s hole?”
Josh’s eyes snapped open wide. He whipped his head around to look at Mack.
“Turn-about?” Mack said with a grin.
“Fuuuuuuck daddy!” Josh groaned.
I said to Kent, “I bet after this I could get off again with you kissing me some more.” When Kent went to protest I added, “While I’m screwing your brains out!”
I’d like to say that it was epic fucking my husband and watching our third battering our straight former neighbor’s rarely-fucked hole. We hadn’t asked him if he’d taken any dick up his butt since we introduced him to that pleasure. It was hot for sure; but my focus was very quickly lost all in my union with my husband. I also didn’t last long which surprised both of us when I suddenly went nuclear inside him. “Fuuuuck yeah hon! Give it all to me,” Kent yelled and frantically stroked himself over the edge.
On the other side of the bed Josh strangled out, “Can I cum inside you Mr. Burnstag?”
“Ahhhh fuuucck that’s hot!” he answered and his hand pumped a second load out of his own dick as Josh let loose and groaned and pumped into him.
When we all were laying back pressed against each other breathing hard it was Mack and me next to each other. I playfully patted his rock-hard pec. “Good to see you buddy!”
Mack laughed and brought his arms up to put his hands behind his head; the added ripeness of his pits was released and made my balls tingle despite their exhaustion.
Josh on the other side of him turned his head and nosed into Mack’s thick black pit hair. “Mmmmmmmmmmm,” he moaned. And then, “And it’s VERY nice to see you again Mr. Burnstag.”
We all laughed at that. Mack finally said, “You made me get off so fucking intensely when you said that while you were butt-fucking me. Total kinky turn-on!”
I couldn’t see Josh’s face but I know that praise fills him with joy; he’s a sub at heart and loves to please however he’s being used.
Kent brought us back to the ground. “Stay for dinner Mack? Al’s vexing his cardiologist and grilling steaks for the three of us tonight. His kids get in tomorrow for the Thanksgiving week and his daughter and daughter-in-law are both vegetarians.”
I chucked because I still don’t know how my daughter went from being the heavy-protein eating athlete she was through school and college like her brother to becoming a vegan; I was just glad she was allowing my very young grandson to have meat in his diet so we didn’t have to worry about his nutrition. My son’s wife came that way; she had him eating much less meat but hadn’t tipped him to giving it up entirely and their son was being raised vegan. She’s a nutritionist by profession and I worried less about Al Three as we call him than I would because of her training. I briefly thought with gratitude about how much my son’s body had changed and how his eating and exercising habits were so much improved by influenced.
“I wouldn’t want to impose.” Mack broke my musings.
“We insist,” Kent pressed him and vaulted off the side of the bed. “And you know you want to,” he added and waived his big swinging dick before heading toward the bathroom. “To the showers men!”
“Come on daddy,” I heard Josh say to Mack as I was getting on my feet.
“Our boy likes you,” Kent told Mack as he went through into the bathroom.
Mack also lived in a world where positive things were rarely said to him and he beamed at Kent’s words. “Then I’d be happy to stay for dinner; I like your … boy too!”
