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The summer had been so terribly hot, and this weekend was turning out to be no different! I'd just closed on the house a couple of weeks ago and gotten moved in over the last few days. Everything seemed in place, and I'd unboxed all the "small stuff" earlier in the afternoon and had been putting it all in its various places. It didn't take as long as I thought, though, but my back was aching. The couple of beers I'd had a little while ago had me feeling right, and I was ready to test drive the oversized bathtub.
I lingered in the bath a while, blowing the bubbles from my nipples which became erect with the coolness of my breath, goose-flesh rising on my skin. I was thinking about Harris George, my back yard neighbor. The first time we'd met was about two weeks ago, speaking from across the fence as I came to the house the day of closing. I'd come by to check out the yard and make plans for landscaping, and he'd been outside doing some landscaping of his own. He had short, shock-black hair and breathtaking hazel eyes - a smudge of dirt across his cheek. He'd been shiny with sweat, shirtless, with broad shoulders and perfectly sculpted pectorals with soft-appearing, dark black hair across them leading down in a progressively thinner trail and disappearing into a pair of hunter green carpenter shorts. He had on black Nikes, sockless, and that soft-appearing black hair continued down his well-toned calves. I remembered thinking "Oh my G-d, my very own Adonis right in my back yard!" He was a beautiful man of at least 6' 2", deep brown tanned skin, strong-looking hands (no chewed fingernails there!), and not-too-bulging muscles. He belonged in an underwear catalog!
Since first meeting, we'd spoken briefly a few times, but earlier today we spoke longer, I'd really enjoyed talking with him. After all the unboxing earlier, I'd seen him. He was outside on his deck. He had his tiki torches lit and was sipping on a Budweiser, a red cooler to his left. I had come out to call for my cats and he called out to me as he got up from a very comfortable-looking teak positional deck chair. The cats were not forthcoming even as I walked across the soft, cool grass towards the white picket-type fence separating our back yards, where Harris now stood. He had an unopened Budweiser in his right hand and as I approached, he smiled at me and held it up, gesturing with his eyes as he said "Care for a beer?" Our hands touched briefly as I took the beer from his hand. He asked how things were going with the move and offered his muscle with anything large I might need help with, unless, of course, my husband could manage. I looked at him, his eyes glimmering, and replied "No, no husband. I may just take you up on that offer!" We grinned at each other as we sipped beer and made a little more small talk.
He was originally from Santa Fe, New Mexico. He'd come here about six months ago, transferring in with the jet aircraft company that had been bringing in so many jobs to the area. Single, no c***dren, never been married. He'd grown up with 2 sisters and 2 brothers, he being the middle c***d. He'd graduated a couple of years ahead of me so I figured his age to be about 37. He was a Jeep man, an avid fisherman, and loved football and NASCAR. I thought it was interesting that we shared an amazing amount of interests, even liking the same couple of drivers and despising the same ones, too! The conversation flowed easy and free, I loved his accent, and my beer can emptied quickly. He offered another, and as he walked the 25 or so steps back towards the cooler on his deck, I couldn't help but admire how fine his ass looked in his board shorts. He walked back towards me, his white T-shirt clinging just-so against his body, and I was surprised by the sudden one-of-a-kind throbbing sensation between my legs and I felt my panties immediately dampen. I guess my mind was working overtime subconsciously. He passed the cold, wet can of beer to me over the fence. As I grasped the can, he didn't let go, instead holding firmly to it in my hand and skillfully popping the tab. He flashed a quick grin, catching my eyes as he did so, and then quickly asked me to tell him a little about myself.
I took a sip of the icy, cold beer, glanced around the yards for the missing kitties, and began to speak. I told him that I was originally from this town, but moved to the coast several years ago when I married my high school sweetheart, Ross. Ross was a property manager for a real estate group and we lived a nice life, with lots of parties and friends and events to keep us busy. We'd not had c***dren by choice - thought we'd wait a few years - instead spreading our so-called maternal and paternal instincts amongst our menagerie of pets, my cats and his dogs. I worked for myself as a yoga instructor at the Y and also gave instruction through the local rehab center on a pro bono basis. Seems, though, that my husband, Ross, had trouble with his wedding vows, as in taking them seriously, and was quite a hit with a lot of his clients and coworkers... After the divorce, I left the coast and moved back here to be close to old friends.
Harris was listening intently, but I could sense his eyes scanning my body. I was wearing cutoff jeans shorts and a babydoll pink spaghetti strap tank top. Admittedly, my career as a yoga instructor and years of a (mostly) healthy lifestyle had kept me in shape. Knowing that my body was being appreciated up close and personal like this stirred something in my loins again and I could feel my crotch being to ache. I shifted ever so slightly and felt my pussy lips move against one another, slick with my juices.
We spoke a while longer as the dusk turned into dark. The tiki torches on Harris' deck were putting off a nice glow and the thought crossed my mind that it could possibly be quite interesting having this hot, single man right in my backyard. I think I even blushed as my mind wandered. Harris spoke - "Would you like to come over here and have another beer, enjoy the cicadas' song?" Oh how I would, but I really needed to find the cats I told him. I needed a bath, too, out here sweating in the still, summer evening air. I didn't want to get too tipsy, either, talking to this G-d of a man at the fence, so I begged off. He said if he spotted the cats he would call me - "By the way, let me go ahead and get your number..." I gave him my number. He tapped the digits out quickly on his Blackberry as I admired his perfect hands and fingers. I thought again about sharing another beer with him, then thought better of it.
I had nearly fallen asleep in the tub as I reflected back on the evening and on Harris. The water was no longer hot and my fingertips and toes were wrinkled little prunes now. It had been too long since I'd been with a man intimately, and taking care of myself that way had become almost a bore. ...almost... Now that I had Harris just yards away, though, I knew what I would be doing, and who I'd be thinking about doing, later tonight alone on my bed. I smiled a little at myself in the mirror as I dried my face with the towel, and wondered if I had fresh batteries.
In my bedroom, now lotioned up from head to toe with my favorite products, I stepped into my favorite cozy little romper. It was just an old thing, cotton now worn thin from years of wear and washing. It buttoned up the front from the waist up - just 3 buttons - and had a V-neck. It was too short for anything other than wearing casually, alone, in the house relaxing, but it was cute and comfy and made me feel "at home". I buttoned the romper as I checked my bedside table for fresh batteries. Sure enough, I had more than enough batteries for an army of single women, and my trusty friend Bob was snuggled in there between them, clean and ready for me later on. Oh how I longed to be with a man, and the sooner the better!
I curled up on the sofa in the sitting room and read a few chapters of a book, not really into it but passing the next little while until I was ready for bed. Then I thought about the cats again. It was after 9:00 at night now. I set the book down, marking the page with my To-Do list for tomorrow that I'd been jotting things onto intermittently. As I swung open the French doors leading out to the patio, I called for the kitties. Nothing. It was quiet out, barely a breeze. Only the sound of a tree frog in the distance, answered by a lucky mate. If only I could be so lucky, I thought to myself. I stepped out the door onto the patio, closing it behind me, making sure I wasn't locking myself out. "Here kitty, kitty!" Still nothing but the horny tree frog. I tiptoed through the grass out into the yard, calling again for those stubborn cats, but they must have still been exploring the neighborhood. Hopefully, they'd be alright. I decided to go back in and just set some food out for them in case they came back while I slept.
As I began to turn to go in, I saw her. There she was, my little orange tabby girl. She was atop Harris' fence, facing his house but with her head turned toward me. I swear she was grinning! She stealthily dropped down into his yard and dashed off. I took off after her, hopping over a few pine cones, and with a silent leap, I was over the fence and in Mr. Could You Be Any Finer's back yard. Almost whispering, I called for that sneaky cat. "Peaches.. Peaches... come to momma, Peaches..." I didn't see her, but I noticed that the Venetian blinds at Harris George's back doors were not pulled to and that the doors were open to the night. Lamplight lit the room just a bit more than dimly, and I could hear Jeff Beck's Blow By Blow playing softly from unseen speakers. Not only was this man incredibly gorgeous, he had perfect taste in music, too. I stepped closer, and there he was. I could see him sitting on his sofa, shirtless, and seemingly he had company. He was looking towards his left and then he spoke. Just then, a man of about his same height stepped into view. He was carrying a towel in one hand and a clear bottle in the other. I was mesmerized. There was Harris, bare-chested, and another man just as gorgeous. I watched quietly, peering up over the floor of the deck.
The stranger had dark blonde hair that curled a little around his face and ears and hung just at mid-neck level. He was shirtless, too, and as he moved to sit down on the sofa next to Harris, I could see that he was clad only in boxer briefs, black with a white elastic band. He had very little body hair, unlike Harris, and was less darkly tanned. Just then, as he was beginning to sit down, Harris turned slightly toward him, extended his arm, and touched the man's belly, which was flat with the kind of 6-pack abs you see on guys in television commercials... or underwear ads. The blonde stranger stood still as Harris ran his hand across his belly. I saw his cock becoming erect, and he smiled down at Harris, who had noticed, too. They exchanged words, which I could not hear, and as Mr. Blonde's erection grew and began to strain against his Hanes, Harris let his hand move lower down his friend's abdomen and onto his ever-hardening cock. With his hand flattened, he ran it up and down the shaft 2 or 3 times, his other arm slowly moving, obviously with his own cock in his hand.
Harris shifted on the sofa, moving forward, and the blonde man sat down next to him. I could now see that Harris, too, was clad only in a pair of boxer briefs. He sat back then as his friend sat down, their broad shoulders about an inch or so apart. Harris' hand was now in his own lap, and his friend the same. As they touched themselves in the most intimate of ways, they were speaking to each other, laughing, pointing towards what must have been the television. The conversation seemed quite relaxed, and they were obviously very comfortable with each other and not nervous at all, as if this was nothing unusual and completely within the norm of an evening activity. It was nothing I'd ever seen in person, though, and obviously had my full attention. I'd not even noticed that I'd begun to touch myself through the thin cotton material of my romper. As a matter of fact, I could feel the heat of my crotch against my fingers, now moist from what witnessing this scene was doing to me. I looked around nervously, wondering if anyone was spying on me as I spied on Harris and his friend. I was excited and embarrassed at the same time. My pussy was soaked and it actually ached I was so turned on. I had no intention of missing what might come next, and the thought of spying on the two gorgeous men only 25 feet away from me made feel quite guilty. I knew I should just walk away, let these men have their privacy, but I was frozen there, full of lust and wanting to know what they would do next.
As if on cue, the blonde man stood up. As he stood, he turned slightly toward Harris, who looked up at him. The man's cock was straining against the fabric of his underwear. Even covered up, I could tell that he was much larger than my ex-husband. At that instant I wondered what Harris would look like. I shifted my gaze from the blonde's package over to Harris. He was sitting back, relaxed, one arm extended across the back of the couch, the other in his lap, still stroking his dick through his underwear. His was looking at his friend as the blonde raised his hands to his sides and began to slide off his Hanes. His cock popped out from under the elastic band and comically bounced up and off his belly. It was beautiful, like artwork. Harris smiled and said something that made his friend's face turn into a huge grin and he laughed a deep laugh, throwing his head back and then suddenly looking my way. I was as still as a rock. There was no way I'd been spotted, was there? Then, Harris pointed out the door, and his friend looked back down and began to stroke himself. Harris said something else, and his friend closed his eyes. Harris reached around and picked up the bottle the other man had brought in with him. I realized it was lube as he popped open the lid with his thumb. His friend heard the sound and opened his eyes. He held out his hand and Harris drizzled the clear liquid into the man's palm. The blonde began to stroke the lube onto his hard cock, and Harris stood up. He was still speaking. I wished I knew what he was saying to his friend. Harris reached up with both hands and began to peel down his own Hanes. His friend's eyes were still closed, his head tilted back a bit, but I could see what Harris was hiding under his board shorts the other day. More artwork. It was unreal. His cock was thick and even from my vantage point I could see the definition that separated his cockhead from the shaft. At that moment I knew what the term "mushroom head" meant!
I had to get closer. I wanted a better view of this steamy scene, and I just had to know what Harris was saying to his friend. As Harris continued to speak to the blonde, he pulled his cock down and out so that it was straight out in front of him. He held the bottle of lube in his other hand and drizzled some down the shaft. He closed his own eyes, dropped the lube onto the floor, and began to stroke himself. I could not believe my eyes. Here were two gorgeous, perfectly built men standing naked before one another, masturbating together right before my spying eyes. Both men had their eyes closed. Harris' lips were moving, a narration to his friend that I had to hear. I made my move.
I stepped around to the side of the deck and around it to the side steps, thankful for the moon that provided just enough light so I could make my way. The men were out of my line of sight at this point, and I didn't want to miss a thing. I tiptoed up the four steps and moved silently onto the deck, praying that I wouldn't encounter any squeaky boards. As I moved slowly across the deck, I could feel the air cooling the damp cloth covering my pussy. I reached down with my hand and cupped my crotch, pressing down on the mound of my pubic bone as my fingers pushed the fabric into my pussy. I was so incredibly wet, my nipples were sensitive to the bloused fabric brushing across them, and my arousal was making me brave. I was mere inches from the doorway. I hesitated, wondering what would happen should they spot me spying on them. I thought I should come up with a story, just in case, but just as the thought crossed my mind, the men came into my line of sight.
They both still had their eyes closed and heads back, but now Harris was stroking his friend's cock and his friend was stroking Harris'. My heart was racing. I was less than 10 feet away from them. My pussy throbbed in my cupped hand and I pressed in harder to try to quell the sensation. I knew it must be the same feeling that men refer to as blue balls I was aching so deeply.
Harris began to speak, and now I could hear him. "She's sucking your cock, Carter. Can you feel it?" His friend sucked in his breath and, eyes still closed, nodded his head and replied, "mhmm... mhmm..." Harris said, "Then she's gonna suck mine. I think you should fuck her from behind when she does." Carter again replied with a soft "mhmmm." Harris stepped forward and their cockheads touched. I was in heaven. "I bet she's got a tight pussy to match that tight body of hers. Whatcha reckon?" Harris said, as his stroke sped up on Carter's huge dick. "Man that's a tight pussy, isn't it? Slide your cock in deeper, man. I know she wants it so bad..." Carter licked his lips and finally spoke, "You're a good friend, dude, sharing your new girl with me like this." Harris said, "Yeah man, you got that right. I wonder what she's doing right now." Carter opened his eyes and looked down at his cock in his friend's hand, his own stroke on Harris' cock slowing. Harris opened his eyes and looked at Carter, still stroking his friend. He took another step forward and grasped his friend's hand, removing it from his cock. He then took hold of both of their cocks in both of his hands and began to stroke. Carter closed his eyes again, his jaw becoming slightly slack, his head going back again. Harris kept his eyes on the prize - he had two fat, veiny cocks, shiny from their intermingled pre-cum in his hands, stroking them together. I knew it had to feel amazing. I felt my pussy dripping. My inner thighs were cool and sticky and wet. I closed my own eyes and began to pinch my nipples, pressing against my clit with my ring and middle fingers a little bit harder. I heard the men both moan breathily in unison and Harris said, "The next time you're here maybe we can get her to come across that fence..."
My heart skipped a beat and fell down into my stomach. I opened my eyes. They were both looking straight at me! They each now had hold of their own cocks, and Harris had a sly grin on his face. Carter, well, my first thought was that he looked hungry. I didn't know what to do. I know I was blushing, caught spying on something so intimate, but damn it they were masturbating and talking about ME! How hot was that?? I was so embarrassed. How long were my eyes closed just then? How long had they known I was there watching? I took a step back and stumbled over, of all things, Peaches the cat. Just like that, Harris was there. I'd fallen against the lounge chair he'd been lying in earlier in the evening. He reached out for my hand. I took it and he stood me up, still grinning. Now Carter was there, too. He had placed one hand on my elbow, his other at the small of my back. I was nearly sandwiched between them. I tried to speak. Harris placed his index finger softly against my lips. "Shhh.. it's okay. It's perfect actually." I looked into his eyes. They were glassy, sleepy looking. I looked to my right at Carter. He was so handsome. I could see his smile in his eyes.
Harris started to move back a step, still holding my hand, coaxing me forward toward him, Carter right beside me. I knew what was coming next, and my swollen pussy lips ached for it. I stepped forward and the three of us walked into the house.
I lingered in the bath a while, blowing the bubbles from my nipples which became erect with the coolness of my breath, goose-flesh rising on my skin. I was thinking about Harris George, my back yard neighbor. The first time we'd met was about two weeks ago, speaking from across the fence as I came to the house the day of closing. I'd come by to check out the yard and make plans for landscaping, and he'd been outside doing some landscaping of his own. He had short, shock-black hair and breathtaking hazel eyes - a smudge of dirt across his cheek. He'd been shiny with sweat, shirtless, with broad shoulders and perfectly sculpted pectorals with soft-appearing, dark black hair across them leading down in a progressively thinner trail and disappearing into a pair of hunter green carpenter shorts. He had on black Nikes, sockless, and that soft-appearing black hair continued down his well-toned calves. I remembered thinking "Oh my G-d, my very own Adonis right in my back yard!" He was a beautiful man of at least 6' 2", deep brown tanned skin, strong-looking hands (no chewed fingernails there!), and not-too-bulging muscles. He belonged in an underwear catalog!
Since first meeting, we'd spoken briefly a few times, but earlier today we spoke longer, I'd really enjoyed talking with him. After all the unboxing earlier, I'd seen him. He was outside on his deck. He had his tiki torches lit and was sipping on a Budweiser, a red cooler to his left. I had come out to call for my cats and he called out to me as he got up from a very comfortable-looking teak positional deck chair. The cats were not forthcoming even as I walked across the soft, cool grass towards the white picket-type fence separating our back yards, where Harris now stood. He had an unopened Budweiser in his right hand and as I approached, he smiled at me and held it up, gesturing with his eyes as he said "Care for a beer?" Our hands touched briefly as I took the beer from his hand. He asked how things were going with the move and offered his muscle with anything large I might need help with, unless, of course, my husband could manage. I looked at him, his eyes glimmering, and replied "No, no husband. I may just take you up on that offer!" We grinned at each other as we sipped beer and made a little more small talk.
He was originally from Santa Fe, New Mexico. He'd come here about six months ago, transferring in with the jet aircraft company that had been bringing in so many jobs to the area. Single, no c***dren, never been married. He'd grown up with 2 sisters and 2 brothers, he being the middle c***d. He'd graduated a couple of years ahead of me so I figured his age to be about 37. He was a Jeep man, an avid fisherman, and loved football and NASCAR. I thought it was interesting that we shared an amazing amount of interests, even liking the same couple of drivers and despising the same ones, too! The conversation flowed easy and free, I loved his accent, and my beer can emptied quickly. He offered another, and as he walked the 25 or so steps back towards the cooler on his deck, I couldn't help but admire how fine his ass looked in his board shorts. He walked back towards me, his white T-shirt clinging just-so against his body, and I was surprised by the sudden one-of-a-kind throbbing sensation between my legs and I felt my panties immediately dampen. I guess my mind was working overtime subconsciously. He passed the cold, wet can of beer to me over the fence. As I grasped the can, he didn't let go, instead holding firmly to it in my hand and skillfully popping the tab. He flashed a quick grin, catching my eyes as he did so, and then quickly asked me to tell him a little about myself.
I took a sip of the icy, cold beer, glanced around the yards for the missing kitties, and began to speak. I told him that I was originally from this town, but moved to the coast several years ago when I married my high school sweetheart, Ross. Ross was a property manager for a real estate group and we lived a nice life, with lots of parties and friends and events to keep us busy. We'd not had c***dren by choice - thought we'd wait a few years - instead spreading our so-called maternal and paternal instincts amongst our menagerie of pets, my cats and his dogs. I worked for myself as a yoga instructor at the Y and also gave instruction through the local rehab center on a pro bono basis. Seems, though, that my husband, Ross, had trouble with his wedding vows, as in taking them seriously, and was quite a hit with a lot of his clients and coworkers... After the divorce, I left the coast and moved back here to be close to old friends.
Harris was listening intently, but I could sense his eyes scanning my body. I was wearing cutoff jeans shorts and a babydoll pink spaghetti strap tank top. Admittedly, my career as a yoga instructor and years of a (mostly) healthy lifestyle had kept me in shape. Knowing that my body was being appreciated up close and personal like this stirred something in my loins again and I could feel my crotch being to ache. I shifted ever so slightly and felt my pussy lips move against one another, slick with my juices.
We spoke a while longer as the dusk turned into dark. The tiki torches on Harris' deck were putting off a nice glow and the thought crossed my mind that it could possibly be quite interesting having this hot, single man right in my backyard. I think I even blushed as my mind wandered. Harris spoke - "Would you like to come over here and have another beer, enjoy the cicadas' song?" Oh how I would, but I really needed to find the cats I told him. I needed a bath, too, out here sweating in the still, summer evening air. I didn't want to get too tipsy, either, talking to this G-d of a man at the fence, so I begged off. He said if he spotted the cats he would call me - "By the way, let me go ahead and get your number..." I gave him my number. He tapped the digits out quickly on his Blackberry as I admired his perfect hands and fingers. I thought again about sharing another beer with him, then thought better of it.
I had nearly fallen asleep in the tub as I reflected back on the evening and on Harris. The water was no longer hot and my fingertips and toes were wrinkled little prunes now. It had been too long since I'd been with a man intimately, and taking care of myself that way had become almost a bore. ...almost... Now that I had Harris just yards away, though, I knew what I would be doing, and who I'd be thinking about doing, later tonight alone on my bed. I smiled a little at myself in the mirror as I dried my face with the towel, and wondered if I had fresh batteries.
In my bedroom, now lotioned up from head to toe with my favorite products, I stepped into my favorite cozy little romper. It was just an old thing, cotton now worn thin from years of wear and washing. It buttoned up the front from the waist up - just 3 buttons - and had a V-neck. It was too short for anything other than wearing casually, alone, in the house relaxing, but it was cute and comfy and made me feel "at home". I buttoned the romper as I checked my bedside table for fresh batteries. Sure enough, I had more than enough batteries for an army of single women, and my trusty friend Bob was snuggled in there between them, clean and ready for me later on. Oh how I longed to be with a man, and the sooner the better!
I curled up on the sofa in the sitting room and read a few chapters of a book, not really into it but passing the next little while until I was ready for bed. Then I thought about the cats again. It was after 9:00 at night now. I set the book down, marking the page with my To-Do list for tomorrow that I'd been jotting things onto intermittently. As I swung open the French doors leading out to the patio, I called for the kitties. Nothing. It was quiet out, barely a breeze. Only the sound of a tree frog in the distance, answered by a lucky mate. If only I could be so lucky, I thought to myself. I stepped out the door onto the patio, closing it behind me, making sure I wasn't locking myself out. "Here kitty, kitty!" Still nothing but the horny tree frog. I tiptoed through the grass out into the yard, calling again for those stubborn cats, but they must have still been exploring the neighborhood. Hopefully, they'd be alright. I decided to go back in and just set some food out for them in case they came back while I slept.
As I began to turn to go in, I saw her. There she was, my little orange tabby girl. She was atop Harris' fence, facing his house but with her head turned toward me. I swear she was grinning! She stealthily dropped down into his yard and dashed off. I took off after her, hopping over a few pine cones, and with a silent leap, I was over the fence and in Mr. Could You Be Any Finer's back yard. Almost whispering, I called for that sneaky cat. "Peaches.. Peaches... come to momma, Peaches..." I didn't see her, but I noticed that the Venetian blinds at Harris George's back doors were not pulled to and that the doors were open to the night. Lamplight lit the room just a bit more than dimly, and I could hear Jeff Beck's Blow By Blow playing softly from unseen speakers. Not only was this man incredibly gorgeous, he had perfect taste in music, too. I stepped closer, and there he was. I could see him sitting on his sofa, shirtless, and seemingly he had company. He was looking towards his left and then he spoke. Just then, a man of about his same height stepped into view. He was carrying a towel in one hand and a clear bottle in the other. I was mesmerized. There was Harris, bare-chested, and another man just as gorgeous. I watched quietly, peering up over the floor of the deck.
The stranger had dark blonde hair that curled a little around his face and ears and hung just at mid-neck level. He was shirtless, too, and as he moved to sit down on the sofa next to Harris, I could see that he was clad only in boxer briefs, black with a white elastic band. He had very little body hair, unlike Harris, and was less darkly tanned. Just then, as he was beginning to sit down, Harris turned slightly toward him, extended his arm, and touched the man's belly, which was flat with the kind of 6-pack abs you see on guys in television commercials... or underwear ads. The blonde stranger stood still as Harris ran his hand across his belly. I saw his cock becoming erect, and he smiled down at Harris, who had noticed, too. They exchanged words, which I could not hear, and as Mr. Blonde's erection grew and began to strain against his Hanes, Harris let his hand move lower down his friend's abdomen and onto his ever-hardening cock. With his hand flattened, he ran it up and down the shaft 2 or 3 times, his other arm slowly moving, obviously with his own cock in his hand.
Harris shifted on the sofa, moving forward, and the blonde man sat down next to him. I could now see that Harris, too, was clad only in a pair of boxer briefs. He sat back then as his friend sat down, their broad shoulders about an inch or so apart. Harris' hand was now in his own lap, and his friend the same. As they touched themselves in the most intimate of ways, they were speaking to each other, laughing, pointing towards what must have been the television. The conversation seemed quite relaxed, and they were obviously very comfortable with each other and not nervous at all, as if this was nothing unusual and completely within the norm of an evening activity. It was nothing I'd ever seen in person, though, and obviously had my full attention. I'd not even noticed that I'd begun to touch myself through the thin cotton material of my romper. As a matter of fact, I could feel the heat of my crotch against my fingers, now moist from what witnessing this scene was doing to me. I looked around nervously, wondering if anyone was spying on me as I spied on Harris and his friend. I was excited and embarrassed at the same time. My pussy was soaked and it actually ached I was so turned on. I had no intention of missing what might come next, and the thought of spying on the two gorgeous men only 25 feet away from me made feel quite guilty. I knew I should just walk away, let these men have their privacy, but I was frozen there, full of lust and wanting to know what they would do next.
As if on cue, the blonde man stood up. As he stood, he turned slightly toward Harris, who looked up at him. The man's cock was straining against the fabric of his underwear. Even covered up, I could tell that he was much larger than my ex-husband. At that instant I wondered what Harris would look like. I shifted my gaze from the blonde's package over to Harris. He was sitting back, relaxed, one arm extended across the back of the couch, the other in his lap, still stroking his dick through his underwear. His was looking at his friend as the blonde raised his hands to his sides and began to slide off his Hanes. His cock popped out from under the elastic band and comically bounced up and off his belly. It was beautiful, like artwork. Harris smiled and said something that made his friend's face turn into a huge grin and he laughed a deep laugh, throwing his head back and then suddenly looking my way. I was as still as a rock. There was no way I'd been spotted, was there? Then, Harris pointed out the door, and his friend looked back down and began to stroke himself. Harris said something else, and his friend closed his eyes. Harris reached around and picked up the bottle the other man had brought in with him. I realized it was lube as he popped open the lid with his thumb. His friend heard the sound and opened his eyes. He held out his hand and Harris drizzled the clear liquid into the man's palm. The blonde began to stroke the lube onto his hard cock, and Harris stood up. He was still speaking. I wished I knew what he was saying to his friend. Harris reached up with both hands and began to peel down his own Hanes. His friend's eyes were still closed, his head tilted back a bit, but I could see what Harris was hiding under his board shorts the other day. More artwork. It was unreal. His cock was thick and even from my vantage point I could see the definition that separated his cockhead from the shaft. At that moment I knew what the term "mushroom head" meant!
I had to get closer. I wanted a better view of this steamy scene, and I just had to know what Harris was saying to his friend. As Harris continued to speak to the blonde, he pulled his cock down and out so that it was straight out in front of him. He held the bottle of lube in his other hand and drizzled some down the shaft. He closed his own eyes, dropped the lube onto the floor, and began to stroke himself. I could not believe my eyes. Here were two gorgeous, perfectly built men standing naked before one another, masturbating together right before my spying eyes. Both men had their eyes closed. Harris' lips were moving, a narration to his friend that I had to hear. I made my move.
I stepped around to the side of the deck and around it to the side steps, thankful for the moon that provided just enough light so I could make my way. The men were out of my line of sight at this point, and I didn't want to miss a thing. I tiptoed up the four steps and moved silently onto the deck, praying that I wouldn't encounter any squeaky boards. As I moved slowly across the deck, I could feel the air cooling the damp cloth covering my pussy. I reached down with my hand and cupped my crotch, pressing down on the mound of my pubic bone as my fingers pushed the fabric into my pussy. I was so incredibly wet, my nipples were sensitive to the bloused fabric brushing across them, and my arousal was making me brave. I was mere inches from the doorway. I hesitated, wondering what would happen should they spot me spying on them. I thought I should come up with a story, just in case, but just as the thought crossed my mind, the men came into my line of sight.
They both still had their eyes closed and heads back, but now Harris was stroking his friend's cock and his friend was stroking Harris'. My heart was racing. I was less than 10 feet away from them. My pussy throbbed in my cupped hand and I pressed in harder to try to quell the sensation. I knew it must be the same feeling that men refer to as blue balls I was aching so deeply.
Harris began to speak, and now I could hear him. "She's sucking your cock, Carter. Can you feel it?" His friend sucked in his breath and, eyes still closed, nodded his head and replied, "mhmm... mhmm..." Harris said, "Then she's gonna suck mine. I think you should fuck her from behind when she does." Carter again replied with a soft "mhmmm." Harris stepped forward and their cockheads touched. I was in heaven. "I bet she's got a tight pussy to match that tight body of hers. Whatcha reckon?" Harris said, as his stroke sped up on Carter's huge dick. "Man that's a tight pussy, isn't it? Slide your cock in deeper, man. I know she wants it so bad..." Carter licked his lips and finally spoke, "You're a good friend, dude, sharing your new girl with me like this." Harris said, "Yeah man, you got that right. I wonder what she's doing right now." Carter opened his eyes and looked down at his cock in his friend's hand, his own stroke on Harris' cock slowing. Harris opened his eyes and looked at Carter, still stroking his friend. He took another step forward and grasped his friend's hand, removing it from his cock. He then took hold of both of their cocks in both of his hands and began to stroke. Carter closed his eyes again, his jaw becoming slightly slack, his head going back again. Harris kept his eyes on the prize - he had two fat, veiny cocks, shiny from their intermingled pre-cum in his hands, stroking them together. I knew it had to feel amazing. I felt my pussy dripping. My inner thighs were cool and sticky and wet. I closed my own eyes and began to pinch my nipples, pressing against my clit with my ring and middle fingers a little bit harder. I heard the men both moan breathily in unison and Harris said, "The next time you're here maybe we can get her to come across that fence..."
My heart skipped a beat and fell down into my stomach. I opened my eyes. They were both looking straight at me! They each now had hold of their own cocks, and Harris had a sly grin on his face. Carter, well, my first thought was that he looked hungry. I didn't know what to do. I know I was blushing, caught spying on something so intimate, but damn it they were masturbating and talking about ME! How hot was that?? I was so embarrassed. How long were my eyes closed just then? How long had they known I was there watching? I took a step back and stumbled over, of all things, Peaches the cat. Just like that, Harris was there. I'd fallen against the lounge chair he'd been lying in earlier in the evening. He reached out for my hand. I took it and he stood me up, still grinning. Now Carter was there, too. He had placed one hand on my elbow, his other at the small of my back. I was nearly sandwiched between them. I tried to speak. Harris placed his index finger softly against my lips. "Shhh.. it's okay. It's perfect actually." I looked into his eyes. They were glassy, sleepy looking. I looked to my right at Carter. He was so handsome. I could see his smile in his eyes.
Harris started to move back a step, still holding my hand, coaxing me forward toward him, Carter right beside me. I knew what was coming next, and my swollen pussy lips ached for it. I stepped forward and the three of us walked into the house.
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