The movers were like they stepped out of a porn; gym-bodied, aromatic after what must have been a hard day, and loads of deep-voiced low-brow bro-speak.
I’d had to part with the adjustable-height desk I bought when we moved five years ago; it got a sudden attack of priapism when I had it raised (it wouldn’t go down). My inner cheapskate tried a bar stool; my chin was basically at the desktop. The manufacturer’s “support” rep had said it would cost more to repair it than to buy a replacement. Over two grand for five years’ use? I’d buy someone else’s product, probably pay more, be sure I had an extended warranty, and expect more. Which is exactly what I did; and what was being delivered with a bonus for us.
“Nice place, sir,” the thickly-muscled furred one with Murph on his very well-fitting shirt said as his head swiveled and his eyes roamed when I took them to my study.
He stopped in the foyer briefly to pointedly look at the great beach photo of the three of us from San Diego that got a lot of looks from guys visiting. “Friends? That here in Jax Beach or somewhere?”
I didn’t point-out that obviously it was somewhere and he had meant to say ‘somewhere else.’ “San Diego earlier this year; my husband and our boyfriend.”
His head snapped up and he looked me up and down with scrutiny like he was reassessing me … and cruising me. Then he grinned and said, “Great photo.” I let that go without reaction other than a smile.
I led them to the study a ways farther and took them in and pointed to the desk they were removing. “It has a terminal case of priapism,” I told them provocatively. Murph snorted; the other younger guy who didn’t have a name on his shirt said, “Huh?”
“What Brianne wishes you had,” Murph told him. While unnamed guy huh’d again Murph said, “We’ll have this out of here in no time and can start bringing the new one in. It’s going to be a good half-hour to get this monster disassembled; then a lot of in-and-out before we assemble your new one. I’ll let you know when we’ll need to go in and out so you can corral that adorable pooch of yours.” Honestly I heard him but my lizard brain was stuck on in-and-out.
They had it in pieces and out in less than a half-hour. They had brought-in the several pieces of the new desk and I followed the last one in. I wanted to see how the new shade of light walnut fit in my study with the ash of the other pieces, the legs of my recliner, and my prized possession a table that once held Joan Crawford’s notorious tumblers of vodka on the rocks. A true gay treasure.
As they removed the bungees and moving pads and revealed the too-expensive pieces I’d splurged on I was relieved at the color-continuity. I also enjoyed the site of both of them in form-fit uniforms moving around with bulging muscles and other bulges under the khaki fabric.
“Looks great in here,” Murph said as if he was reading my mind.
Then the unnamed one asked if he could use “the facilities.” I showed him the door to the pool bathroom as opposed to my bathroom in my study and went back to see Murph bending over and peering at some packing on the edge of the surface of the side piece of the desk; I later saw that was the control panel to raise and lower it. What an ass in his straining uniform pants! I was transfixed and when he stood suddenly and turned toward me I was caught still staring.
“Anything you uh need?” I stammered sheepishly.
He smirked at me. SMIRKED. “Maybe later; I’ve got your phone number. Down-low for now; just give me and my helper some room to work without ummm distraction?” Again that appraising glance from my head to my crotch.
I heard the toilet flush and snapped my head around toward the pool bathroom with an even guiltier look. I looked back to Murph. “We cool bro?” he asked as I heard the door open.
“I’ll just be within ear-shot outside with our dog if you need me,” I said and rushed past the returning mover toward the other end of the house.
I found Kent in his study looking intently at one of his three monitors. Far more handsome than the mover; as built as the mover in a leaner more swimmer or baseball-player way. The appraisal was easy as Kent hadn’t bothered with clothes when the delivery men had come in the gate. Damn I’m a lucky guy. “I think the hot mover just said he’d be back for some fun when he was alone,” I said when Kent looked over to see me smiling.
He smiled. “Have I told you lately how handsome you are even in clothes when you cover that SMOKIN’ hot bod of yours?”
I wobbled a little on knees that always go weak when my husband compliments me and particularly when he looks at me like a meal. “No wonder the mover wants you,” he added. “OR he’s working it for a big tip,” Kent said with his usual keen sense. I realized he was probably right. “Or more likely both seeing as what’s on offer,” Kent said with a smirk. “Care to close the door and give me some of that?” I didn’t give Nigel a second thought all alone out on the lanai.
A very short thirty-seven minutes later my ass had been pounded hard enough that I did give a second thought to the noise possibly carrying through the house. I was pulling-up my shorts over my dripping ass when I heard the mover calling my name. “Just in time,” I said with a giggle.
Kent kissed me with his slimy still-hard dick waving. “Any time is just in time hon,” he said and gave my ass a squeeze.
As it turned-out they were far from finished; he just wanted to confirm I wanted the desk in the same location and position as they began to join pieces. And as it further turned-out they did an amazing job, the desk looks and works great, and I tipped them more tha handsomely.
It was almost two weeks later when I unexpectedly got a text from Murph Friday night while we were watching an interview with Michelle Obama on the lanai. I’d written off his comment the day they delivered the desk as what Kent had supposed; flirting to get the big tip. It had been reinforced; particularly when he’d looked me over, sniffed, and adjusted himself that day when I went in response to him calling for me. He obviously knew I was freshly-fucked and grinned with clear understanding … and approval.
The text was from the number I’d gotten the call from the day they were delivering when they had trouble finding our address inside the country club; corner lots’ addresses! The message included a photo first of a fat dick-head either just removed from a hairy bubble butt and gaping red puffy cummy hole or about to be the next one in. The text itself said simply, “I have some free time this weekend.”
I voice-commanded the television to pause the play and casted my phone to the screen. “Whoa!” Kent said as Daniel said, “Beaut!” to the full-screen of the photo. “Someone we know?” Kent asked with a smirk.
I thumbed to the message and the furniture store name I’d applied to the number a week before. Kent laughed. “My money was on your appeal all along babe,” my husband said with a grin.
“Oh the tradie?” Daniel asked.
“Apparently,” I said.
“Which bloke is he?” Daniel asked like we’d know. He knew it was just the conversation that day; there’d been no shedding of clothes … not theirs anyway.
“I’m hoping it’s both and that’s an offer,” Kent said.
I laughed and Daniel exclaimed, “Bonza!” with feeling.
“It’s supposed to be eighty Sunday; invite them for some afternoon pool fun?” Kent suggested.
I took a selfie of the three of us naked on the big lounge and left my phone screen projected to the television while I sent it back. Without any message to him he texted back, “Is that an invitation? And how is it you’re not freezing those big nuts off?”
We laughed and I hit the button to FaceTime him. He was obviously driving when he answered; the video was from a dash mount in what looked like a pick-up. “Thanks; this is easier because I’m driving.”
“We can see that,” I told him and laughed. “So yeah it’s an invitation; but a couple of questions. Which are you in the pic you sent? And is your offer the both of you or just you?”
“I don’t think the closet case I just balled would be up for it. That was the Home Depot men’s room; a married guy I occasionally meet there.”
“NICE!” Kent said. “And maybe he would be. Worth an ask.”
Murph gave a smile toward the phone. “We haven’t met yet but I can tell you’re a smart fucker!”
“He’s a right smart fucker,” Daniel added. “Both of my men are!”
I wondered if it was territorial. “Says the rocket scientist about the technologist and me the lowly CPA.”
“This is one hot slumming scene with the blue collar delivery guy we’ve got brewing here,” Murph said. “When are you thinking?”
“Where are you driving to now?” Kent asked.
“What happened to the pool on Sunday?” Daniel asked.
Kent put his hand on Daniel’s hard-hewn abs. “Since when have you been patient”
“Fair point,” Daniel laughed.
“I’ve got a family commitment now; that Sunday offer sounds good though. I usually hit the gym around nine on Sundays; could go earlier and have time to shower and get over to your side of town fresh and clean at say ten-thirty?”
“Counter-offer,” I said. “You shower BEFORE the gym and get yourself clean outside AND inside.” I let that hang there a minute and heard him grunt. “Then you hit the gym and come straight here from there; all pumped and ready to be pumped.”
“FUCK dudes! You want me sweaty?” he asked nearly moaning. “That’s fuckin’ hot. And a problem since I’m on my way to dinner with my mom and I doubt this wood is going to go down with a hot sweaty session with three studs on my mind!”
“Hell,” Kent chimed in. “We saw that photo, thought it was you with at least one load in you, and we wanted you that way.”
“Dudes! Not helping!”
We laughed. “Have a nice dinner with your mom. And wear a dirty jock-strap Sunday,” I told him.
“Wear the one you keep by your bed and wank into,” Daniel suggested.
“You have a cam feed from my bedroom or something?”
“Definitely wear that one for your workouts until we see you and then wear it to come and see us!” Kent added.
Sunday morning arrived. We all woke with morning wood as usual and were one load in each when I protested. “If I’m gonna have anything left for Murph when he gets here I need to tap-out now!”
Kent said, “You fuckin’ know that’s not true.”
“I’m pushing sixty!” I protested.
“A right hot sixty and several years to go mate,” Daniel said and took my balls in his hand.
And my protests ignored, after another round we finally texted Murph. “We’re all sweaty and cummy. Wish you were here already.” A selfie of the three of us disheveled and satisfied on our bed accompanied the text.
Murph’s response was immediate. A selfie of his fat hard-on ready for action.
“ETA?”
“Have a few more sets here. Might be delayed if you keep my cock riled.”
“We can give you a work-out you’ll never forget,” I sent back.
“Have mercy! I’m not built like you and it takes me working hard to not end up pudgy.” A short interval and then another text from him. “Fuck it I won’t be the first guy working out with a boner. C ya soon.”
“Plenty of after-work-out protein awaits you here,” I sent mercilessly.
“Grrrrrrrrrrr” was what we got back.
We didn’t shower. If Murph wanted to we’d do it together in the large wet room we’d designed with such hopeful purpose in mind. We stunk in the bad/good way men stink after strenuous sex; sweat and cum and all man.
We all met him at the door; including Nigel who greeted him like a returning hero bypassing the sniffs and checks and going in for a jump into his thickly-muscled arms and licking his face and neck. “This pup is major adorable,” Murph said holding Nigel close. “His dads aren’t anything to scoff at either!” He gave each of us appraising looks head to toe; mostly in between.
As the sweaty pumped visitor set our dog to the floor more gently than his exuberant squirming warranted I took note of his thick hairy legs bared today, the deep scoop of the neck of his soaked tank, the cleft between epic pecs, the rippling muscles of his cantalope-sized shoulders, the tightness of his sweat-streaked shorts, and the enormous bulge in front and perfect globes of his ass in back. “Mmmmmmmm,” came Kent’s appraisal to my left. To my right only audible heavy breathing from Daniel.
Murph came up to his five-nine height and was giving Daniel and Kent intense scrutiny. I momentarily wondered if I was to be ignored as the butcher’s scrap in favor of the prime cuts. Until Murph turned his gaze to me and devoured me with his eyes; slowly and deliberately. His tented crotch made his assessment clear.
It was as if we were in a slo-mo scene; nothing audible but breathing. Even Nigel seemed frozen in place as the primary action in the scene slo-mo’d forward. Murph’s appraisal of me continued until Kent cleared his throat and threw his arm around my shoulders; the blast of his pit-stink jolting me and going straight to my sac.
“You obviously like what you see. Can’t say it isn’t mutual.”
Murph looked at Kent with a sly grin. “Weeks before Christmas; but this might be the best present ever.”
Daniel stepped up and put his hand under the bottom hem of Murph’s tank and rubbed his abs. “Strong core,” he said grinning.
Murph clamped his strong arm around Daniel and pulled him close. He inhaled deeply. “You make my ‘nads ache,” he said ineloquently. “I caught a blow-job at the gym just to take the edge off and not cum the minute I got naked with you studs like a horny teen.”
We laughed and Daniel’s hand lowered and went under the sweaty waist of Murph’s shorts until he grunted as our boy took hold. “Thick as you Al!” was Daniel’s assessment. As I stood watching our boy fondle the visitor’s goods my own dick seemed determined to show the comparison. With another sudden grunt from Murph Daniel added, “Big hairy bollocks too.”
Murph clapped a hand onto Daniel’s hard butt-cheek. “Son you keep doing that and I might just finish off right here right now.” The irony was that Daniel probably had five or more years on Murph.
“Get those fuckin’ clothes off and get into our bedroom,” Kent said with a chuckle and pointed in the general direction of our rooms.
Daniel helped by pulling Murph’s shorts and jock-strap down as he sunk to his knees in front of him. Murph was average length but very thick and had a massive set of balls as Daniel had felt. His stub was so veiny and curved it almost looked knotted. A huge head under a thick fully-over-hanging foreskin looked wet and ready.
Daniel inhaled deeply and sighed loudly. Kent and I came to Murph’s sides and pulled his tank up and over his hairy core and bulging pecs until it was over his head and discarded. Murph cast a furtive backward glance at the front door. “You really can’t see anything in here from the street,” he said as if surprised.
“We could fuck you right here over that table there,” I said pointing to the side table to the edge of the foyer, “and nobody would see you unless the Amazon delivery guy or UPS shows up.”
“And have too,” I added.
Murph chuckled as he kicked-off his sneakers. “I’ve heard about UPS and FedEx and Amazon drivers having some unscheduled deliveries if ya know what I mean. Bet you’re popular with them.” He took hold of Kent’s half-hard monster and my full hard-on. “Very popular I’m sure,” he said.
“Think you’re up to it?” Kent asked him and apparently took hold of Murph’s butt based on another grunt.
“Do I look like a guy who gets myself into situations I can’t handle?” he threw back in a growling tone and puffed his chest out.
Kent said in an equally growly voice: “What you look like is breakfast!”
“What he looks like is a man who’s about to be fucked three ways from Sunday,” I said.
“Bring it! I’m fully ready if you get my drift.”
“Get the fuck in our bedroom!” Kent said and pushed Murph.
Daniel came up with one of Murph’s gym socks at his nose and a dreamy look on his gorgeous face. Daniel had been exploring his enjoyment of feet more and more lately; this was the most blatant I’d seen him give into it and it sent a jolt of excitement to my balls watching him. I pulled him to me as we made our way to our rooms and kissed his neck.
“Fuck your crib is nice!” Murph said as we got into our bedroom.
“Crib? Seriously?” Kent asked in surprise.
Murph blushed and grinned. “I’m the senior and work with young new installers every damn day. Sorry for the Gen Z speak but it wears-off.”
“How much of that nubile young ass do you sample?” Kent asked. “Bet plenty of them want some of this beef.” Kent slapped Murph’s furry steely abs.
“Not one not ever!” Murph said adamantly. My j-o-b comes first and I intend to keep it that way. Believe me it’s not easy when you spend all days with these young bucks lying about all the pussy they get while they’re eyeing my crotch and ass.”
Kent pushed Murph face down over the edge of our bed and bent and sampled his sweaty hole. “OH FUCK!” Murph exclaimed.
To Daniel, “You’re gonna blow a wad in this hairy hole first boy. So get up there and have this bitch suck you wet so you don’t damage him going in.”
Murph again exclaimed, “OH FUCK ME!” as Kent shoved his face back between those thick furry cheeks and regained his target. Daniel scrambled onto the bed and got on his knees in front of Murph who eagerly sucked Daniel’s drooling dick in with a long groan of satisfaction from both of them.
The muscular expanse of Murph’s back was impressive; as was the pelt of fur that stretched from shoulder to shoulder and down the middle of his back. This man did not make any effort to disguise his masculinity with manscaping. The thatch of thick curly fur at the small of his back was dense and dark; I wondered how it would feel tickling my groin as I pounded his hole. Which brought me back to the moment; I was at a loss for what to do as my men were both occupied with our visitor.
Having already blown two wads I could pleasurably spectate. As the senior member of the group I accept that my performance cannot equal theirs; despite the occasional peaks of unexpected achievement which my two sexy men elicit from me. Still, my dick was hard as steel and dripping; apparently I was at one of those elicited junctures.
Murph was going to town on Daniel to the extent that I wondered if he might take the prize orally before Daniel mounted him. “Get the fuck inside him Daniel!” I barked as I pushed him out of the way and shoved my dick into Murph’s slobbery mouth.
Daniel wasted no time nor did Kent in making way for Daniel to shove himself inside Murph’s sopping cunt. “NNNNNNNNMMMMGGGGHHHHHHH!” Murph granted at the intrusion with his mouth full of my dick.
I held fast on his head and pushed his limits as I intruded his throat just enough to panic him. “Easy boy; we’re just getting started,” I told him and eased back some momentarily before the next thrust.
As Daniel is wont to do he was pounding Murph aggressively. As talented a bottom as Daniel is his topping skills are singular; the fortunate aspect being that his pleasure topping is fractional compared to his pleasure bottoming so he can pound away for a good while before he’s done.
Kent was more resourceful than I at figuring out where to be in this melee. He had crawled up on the bed behind me, gotten on his back, and gotten his head underneath me so that he could tea-bag me. He also slicked his two middle fingers and worked my hole as I worked Murph’s mouth and throat. Kent’s mastery of my body gave me maximum excitement though with no danger of my conclusion.
Similarly Murph’s apparent oral unfamiliarity with big thick dicks was posing no danger of me finishing prematurely that way either. His gagging and coughing was deceiving; his eagerness overshadowed his limitations, and he had no apparent desire to be gone easy on.
I was regularly invading his throat and jamming myself as deep into him as possible; the cadence was a bit moderated by his gags and convulsions. But when I pulled out and ask if he was okay he took one of those thick arms and yanked my dick back into his mouth and drove himself down until his nose jammed violently into my bush. Asked and answered. I proceeded to skull-fuck him with little concern.
“Fuck I’m gonna spoof!” Daniel suddenly shouted. I felt Murph’s body jolt in my direction with Daniel’s last thrust hard into him, and watched our boy’s beautiful face as it contorted in his release.
I backed off Murph’s mouth in time for him to growl, “Give me every drop boy!”
Daniel cums a ton even when it’s his third of the morning. My own dick twitched as I watched him shutter with every pump of his juice into Murph’s hot waiting hole. “FUCK!” Murph exclaimed. “Feels like gallons and I can feel every pulse of his rod.”
Daniel finally twitched violently and pulled back suddenly; a welp came from Murph as Daniel broke free. “Intense!” was all Daniel could say panting.
“Get back up here and let him clean you off,” was my instruction. I crawled off the bed and replaced Daniel in position behind Murph. I rubbed my fat wet knob against Murph’s cummy hole and teased him.
Murph was sucking lasciviously and gyrating his hole against my tip; he wanted it bad. But I could tell despite the recent use that he was not ready for a rough intrusion of someone my size.
“Relax Murph!” I said sharply to get his attention and gave him a strong slap on his hairy bubble ass-cheek.
“OY! Watch that! I’d prefer my knob stays attached and not bit off in his gob!” Daniel yelled as Murph jerked from the impact.
Fuck it. “Hold on!” I told both of them.
“Now you’re on the right track,” Kent said to me with a wink. He was behind Daniel kissing his neck and fingering him while Murph licked him clean.
I SHOVED in; one shove and held. Murph bucked hard and gave a muffled scream that morphed into a growl. “Teasing me you fucker? Think I can’t take it like a man?”
Game ON! I drove in DEEP and ignored his clenching hole and channel desperately trying to keep me out. Another scream/growl louder that time and then, “FUUUUUUUUCK!”
“That a request or a protest?” I taunted him.
“Asks the guy who’s got a fuckin’ flag-pole shoved up my guts!”
I pulled back almost painfully he was so tight. His groan was long and loud; but he ended with, “Come on; I’m no snowflake!”
Who am I to deny a guest in my home. I began rhythmically pounding his TIGHT hot ass. He groaned with each thrust and moaned with each withdrawal. Kent had Daniel leaning back against him and was stroking Daniel’s hard-on with his right hand while he tweaked Daniel’s left nipple and kissed his neck.
“He’s beautiful when he’s fucking isn’t our Al?” Kent said low into Daniel’s ear.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Daniel said in the throes of rapture from Kent’s ministrations.
Without the encumbrance of Daniel’s dick in his mouth Murph was partially reared-up and pushing back into my every thrust. He was so fucking tight that the friction burned like fire. It was intoxicating and I couldn’t stop myself from nearly manically pounding him.
Murph’s cries, moans, grunts, and groans were continuous; as were his counter-moves which doubled the force of my thrusts. He had his right hand furiously stroking himself and he occasionally articulated words; several times, “Fuck! Like that! or “YEAH THERE!”
The latter came as a long wail when he finally shot his load all over the bed. His chute spasmed with contractions around me and pulled me toward my own climax. But it was Daniel who’d maneuvered himself to get Kent inside him while Kent continued to stroke him who blasted next.
“Yeah FUCKKKKKKKK!” he shouted and let loose with an impressive shot that caught Murph’s face directly.
Murph was still bucking through his own release but when Daniel’s sperm drenched his face he dove back onto Daniel’s hard-on to catch the subsequent blasts. The change in angle added to the friction on my dick and I was letting loose up the visitor’s hole myself.
I cried out and pumped my seed into Murph while I slapped his ample ass. He slurped every drop until Daniel was shrieking from over-sensitivity. And then he shrieked as Kent roughly pulled out of him and ran around to where I was. “I’m gonna blow in him too.”
I moved aside with a snide, “Three actually,” and let Kent push into the gooey mess that was Murph’s hole.
“CHRIST!” he grunted. “Feels like a Dodge Ram going up there.”
Kent pounded him for longer than I’d thought he’d last. Daniel had laid back on the bed and was watching and I stood dumbly beside watching Kent’s mammoth member saw in and out of him. Murph taunted him, “COME ON!” and Kent finally drove in with one final brutal thrust and a loud groan. “FUCK YEAH!” Murph shouted as Kent added his DNA to the flood already in him.
When Kent was done he staggered back and plopped out of Murph’s brutalized hole. A huge PLOP accompanied it along with a stream of seed flowing out and plopping onto the floor. “I feel open enough to fist!” Murph said reaching back to feel his gaping butt-lips. “Holy fuck I might be!”
I had caught Kent and guided him back toward the bed where he settled in a heap next to Murph and reached over to Daniel.
Murph surprised me by saying, “I got another round I need to blow here. Mind if I use your beautiful boy’s hole?”
Daniel’s eyes went wide and his grin was wider. “His choice,” I said. And with that Daniel flipped around and got his knees back to his chest.
“There’s your answer.”
Murph mounted Daniel gently. He rubbed his drooling knob all over Daniel’s recently-fucked hole and finally pushed in. Daniel moaned and clutched at Murph’s muscles and fucked up into him. “Damn he’s fine!” Murph exclaimed as he began thrusting.
“Come on daddy!” Daniel urged. “Fuckin’ fill me up!”
Murph’s muscle-packed fire-plug frame wasn’t elegant as he reamed Daniel; but it was powerful and sweaty and their mutual grunts and exclamations reverberated in my sac. I’d laid down basically on Kent and he was holding me tight as we watched the shared rapture.
It went on for a while until Daniel began stroking himself and repeatedly urging Murph to “Fuck it out of me.” Apparently Murph’s drastically curved dick was doing something right because Daniel finally shouted, “COME ON DADDY! Shoot with me!” and with another few strokes was blasting another fountain.
“Oh Christ!” Murph moaned and reached down and pulled Daniel up into a bear hug as he jerkily pounded out a few final thrusts and exhaled a long moan as his body twitched.
Daniel turned to us. “He’s thick like you,” he said dreamily as his arms clutched Murph’s thick neck.
When Murph was apparently finished making his deposit he gently laid Daniel back and slowly pulled his softening nub out. He flopped back across the foot of the bed. “Fuck Jesus!” he gasped.
“Two things best kept separate,” Kent said dryly.
Murph was momentarily stumped. Daniel sniggered. I rolled my eyes.
“You don’t bottom much do you?” I asked Murph.
“I’ll say this. That was three times the number of times I’ve bottomed all year.” He paused. “Probably all of last year. My ex broke-up with me on New Year’s eve the year before; he was pretty much a total top.”
“Sorry about the break-up,” Kent said with genuine empathy.
“Baaaaaah,” Murph scoffed. “Goddamn fucker; about all he was good for was those seven and a half inches. Thought he was God’s gift. He should meet you two,” he said and then snapped his head to Daniel. “No offense to the pretty boy here. You fucked me better than Ace ever did.”
“Ace?” Kent snorted.
“I know right? What was I thinking? I was thinking with my fuck-hole that’s what it was!”
“I for one think that fuck-hole is bonza!” Daniel chimed-in.
Murph snapped his head to us.
“It means super in American,” Kent said.
“Right back atcha you beautiful stud you!” Murph said to Daniel who beamed. “Have you ever done any modeling?”
“You mean like OnlyFans? Yeah I … “
“I meant like Polo or Tommy Hilfiger. You’re gorgeous. FUCK! You all are!”
“Okay maybe let’s ease off on that. It already reeks of fucking and man in here; I’d hate for it to start stinking of bull-shit!” Kent said.
Murph grinned sheepishly. “You’re all handsome. And I already got railed better than I can ever remember. Mostly I don’t lie. I was kind of surprised you gave me the opening Al.”
“Al gives his openings pretty freely,” Kent teased.
“Speaking of,” I said with an edge toward redirecting that comment, “what’s the over-under on coaxing that thick club of yours back to another round? I’ve got an OPENING that has an urge.”
As Murph said he might need a little time his fat stub of a dick started to grow. “Don’t be fooled; he never backs down from a challenge but I know I need some time.”
“How about a shower and then some food and pool time?” I countered and got up.
“Yeah! What the fuck? You promised me a few loads of pure protein for after my work-out!”
I put my arm out to grab Murph’s wrist and hoist him up. “I didn’t say it would be orally ingested. Consider that suppository delivery!” I joked. And there’s at least two men here who can deliver on the oral delivery shortly.”
“Consider us volunteered,” Kent said and gave Daniel a hand to make all of us standing.
“In the army we called that ‘voluntold’!” Murph joked as we went into our bathroom. “But I’ll say that’s better than anything I was ever voluntold in the army.”
I’d been worried that we might not have anything to talk about over lunch and some recovery time in the pool. At least we could talk about the army.
As it turned-out there was no lack of conversation … and not much of it compared to the next rounds that didn’t get put off for long.
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