Tom recalls how he and Peter's lover comes back stateside from an eight month deployment.
I became moist as soon as I saw him post the video of leaving the ship on Facebook. Derek was home, back on American soil, and I was just waiting on the call from him, Peter (my husband) and I to meet.
"Welcome home, Sailor." "You need to stop by." "I missed you."
These were a few of the statuses posted on his page, from family members, friends, and acquaintances alike, but all I knew was he needed to knock our screws loose.
"All that grandstanding on social media. I hope you know that me and Peter are waiting on you," I messaged him. "I can't wait to feel you filling me."
That text went through around 9 a.m., when he was probably lingering with the ones he loved the most as he'd just exited the pier. A few hours would pass as I was in the yard, cutting the grass, and my phone went off, buzzing to the alerts of receiving text messages from him.
"You and Peter better have that bed made for me, and both your asses better be `prepared," he stated. "I'm a need some ass in the worst way."
"Well, we need some cock in the worst way. We haven't sucked anything since you left, and I think Peter and I are sick of the toys. We need the real thing, especially from our black stud of a neighbor," I told him.
I partially lied as Peter and I doubled up on the young Filipino mailman just two days prior, that comes past every day to deliver mail (he sucking us off, then we teamed up to blow him, and send him on his way one afternoon).
"We got cobwebs from the lack of getting fucked, but not for a lack of trying," I messaged back. "We need cock."
"I got dick, and plenty of it. Like I said, be ready, because I'm bringing it," he messaged in return.
We went back and forth discussing other items, such as family and friend issues, the neighborhood, when he decided to cut the written dialogue and just call me.
"You just don't know what to say, or even text from that old, dirty ass mind of yours, do you," he asked.
"I really don't. You should punish me. I've been very bad," I told him.
"I bet you have. I'm going to blaze the both of you. Do you know I've been saving it for eight months," he asked.
Eight months? How any man can not even touch himself for that amount of time is mind boggling, unless he was laid up in a hospital bed, or in a monastery. Derek for sure would have rocket fuel-type explosions inside of me and Peter when the time came. Now I really couldn't wait to get fucked, as the more Derek spoke, the more excited I became.
"That ass wet for me right now, ain't it," he asked.
"You know it is."
"Pull out Jesse and ride him for me," he directed, alluding to my 10 inch rubber dildo.
"I can't right now, got chores to do. Just know I'm not wearing any panties right now," I added.
"You never do. You and that damned Peter just love getting me worked up. I've got a surprise for the both of you, when I see you," he said. "Getting me all hot and bothered over the phone."
"I gotta warn Peter about you coming over."
"You do that. I'll get back to you later."
My heart was pumping, and my ass twitching. Peter was in the house handling bills and other items of importance, but I was sure he would stop whatever he was doing to entertain our friend if he came by. I knew Derek was locked down with friends and family for the day, so I anticipated the next day being the earliest we'd get our holes stretched. I went into the house to tell Peter, and received a text message from Derek while trekking inside, asking if he could come by 6 a.m. the next morning.
"6 a.m. is perfect. Hell, we'll leave the door unlocked for you and you could just walk right in, come up the stairs to the bedroom," I told him.
I made it in the house to see Peter naked from the waist down, and I immediately got turned on.
"Derek hit me up already. Now I'm horny," he said to me.
Peter and I hadn't performed intercourse on each other in years, as I developed into a bottom within the last decade due to the threesomes we endured, when I would get jealous watching Peter's fat ass get pounded by black cock (our preference, even though we're two older Scottish and Portuguese bred dudes). I also couldn't maintain a hard on, so bending over, laying on my back, or gobbling cock had become my new favorite positions. Peter laid on the couch with his legs in the air, pulling out his vibrator that was under the couch, then plugging himself with it in front of me, while smiling, and making direct eye contact.
"You need some help," I asked.
"If you're willing to do the honors," he responded.
I went over beside him, sitting in front of the couch on the floor, grabbing the toy from his hand before jamming it inside of him.
"Just like old times," I told him, as I used to plow Peter good with my six inch pecker.
He lifted his shirt to pull his own nipples, then I reached in to suck his cock for a bit as he hardened, while pushing and pulling the noisy item in and out of his squelching hole. It never took Peter too long to get creamy, as long as whatever he was being penetrated with, hit the right spot. And in 35 years of being together, I knew all his spots.
"Cummy ass. Should be Derek fucking you right now, not me," I told him.
"But you're here, right? Just like old times."
I was hyped we were getting fucked the next morning, so much that I pretended I was the old me, just using the toy to depict me dipping and diving into Peter's chubby ass like 10 years before. I pushed it in at the top of his hole, pressing against his gland, then would pull it out at the bottom, or to the inner left, or right angles of this hole, watching that pink mound swell in doing so.
"You miss this pussy don't you," he asked.
I did, as I remember the times Peter would make me cum within five minutes of plowing him. I started jerking the vibrator deeper, pushing the button on the end to turn up the volume, and in turn make Peter shake.
"Yeah, am I hitting the spot?"
"Fuck yes you are," he yelled out. "Oh God, Tommmmm!"
"Look at how wet you are. I'm getting you off, huh, baby," I asked.
That white cream of his splattered all over the cushion, as I kept jamming away while hearing his hole burp out pressure.
I didn't know our fling with young Derek would turn us out like this, as he wasn't even physically in our presence. I had to think back to when he bought the house across the street from us two years prior, the initial point when the fire for him progressed as we saw this young, 23 year old, tall drink of water, with his bull muscles busting through his tank top (Derek's about six foot four, 240 lbs.). He and three other young studs were moving furniture into the two story dwelling while Peter and I gazed, being the nosey, old men we were while relaxing on the porch.
"Honey, those dudes are hot," I remember Peter saying.
They would smile at us, and we'd do the same in return, each time they looked our way. A couple days later, Peter, a retired chef, who also has premium baking skills, made a German chocolate cake, and the rest was history, as that same night Peter and I were on Grindr, and spotted the bull cock carrying stud, and we made our move, and he made his way over to our place and pumped us both with loads.
"Should I make another cake," I remember Peter asking afterwards.
"I'll just have your cake," Derek joked.
"Tom, I wanna cum, I'm gonna cum," Peter yelled as I kept fucking him with the device.
"Bust your nut, baby," I told him.
I went into a trance while thinking of when we met Derek, as that was the start of him being our regular and breaking us off every chance he got. At this particular moment, Peter was howling to the moon.
"Oh Tommmmmm, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
I looked down, to see his soft cock creating a cum blizzard all over his belly and chest. I tried slurping the remainder from the tap, but ended up getting the surface residue instead, licking it all off of him.
"Jeez baby, when's the last time you came," I asked Peter.
"When Nigel came over. Pull it out," Peter told me, as he reminded me of our mailman encounter.
I did, and would see his anus swollen and dark, as I gave it a good beating. I recalled how I used to fuck him the same way, then smiled, before Peter demanded I kiss him with a mouth full of his own cum. We smooched, our tongues wrestling as he scoured his own sperm back into his system.
"I'm hoping Derek fucks you like you did me, tomorrow morning," Peter said.
"I hope so, too. I need that big dick to tear me in half," I joked. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
We kissed some more, then I stood up, in order to help Peter off the couch, and we continued on with our day, so we could be well prepared for Derek the next morning.
To be continued.................