“FUCK,” was all either of the men could say.
There were two men left now. He blew one, while the other masturbated, going back and forth. Almost, as if in unison, their grunts and groans sharpened. Robbie came first and he made it nasty. He held the back of Scott’s head while he came all over it. Not just his face, he made sure to get great, sticky gobs into the major’s hair.
A great, loud groan exhaled from Sarge shortly after and he added his load to the mess. This one landed mostly on Scott’s chin and chest and as the last of their orgasms died down, Scott sank back on his haunches and watched the two men pull up their pants and zip their flies as needed. Their banter was casual, as if they had not just participated in a gangbang.
“Man, that was crazy.”
“Yeah, crazy hot.”
Their words became background noise and the frenzied energy started to dissipate. The dirty blonde had cum in Scott’s mouth first and then up his ass. Ray, Sarge, and Robbie had all cum on his face and chest. The first man’s semen leaked out of Scott’s worn asshole and down the back of his thighs, while his own still painted his abs. Scott was a mess. Completely and totally used. Ray walked over from where he had been watching the last two finish and looked down at the naked cum covered husband.
“What do we say?” The cop said.
Scott had no trace of anything that might resemble pride. He looked up at the man towering over him.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Good boy.”
It was over for the other men but not quite for Scott yet.
“Is there somewhere I can rinse off?” Scott asked, sheepishly. His clothes were in his car just at the edge of the yard but they felt so far away.
“There’s a hose out back,” Ray said dryly.
“Damn,” said Sarge. “I would’ve let him use my shower.”
“Nah, he’s an outdoor dog,” Ray replied.
Sarge shrugged, as if having a naked man in his backyard were a typical Saturday morning for him. Scott got up, walked to the door and stopped to gather himself. Walking around naked was something he’d never really gotten used to and doing it with the semen from four different men all over his face and body was going to take some preparation. After a moment, he sighed and scurried outside, moving to quickly get to the back of the shed/guest room. In the short distance he looked out into the backyard to see a large figure laying in the grass. The man paid him no mind, which Scott was grateful for.
The area behind the room was shaded and Scott quickly found the green water hose attached to an outdoor spigot. The way it jumped with the rush of water reminded Scott of the way his cock jumped whenever he thought of Ray. He held the end and tested the water with his hand. Cold. Maybe that was what he needed. He held the hose up over his head with his right hand, running his fingers over his hair with the left. It took several swipes to the get all of what was left there but eventually, the major was able to move to his torso. It was a bit cumbersome holding the hose with one hand while rinsing away the sweat, semen, and dirt with the other. Finally, he held it over his shoulder to let the cold water run down his back and then spread his ass cheeks the best he could.
By the time Scott turned off the hose, he was shivering. It was a nice day but it was still April. Just as he was imagining a miserable ride home in sopping wet clothes, warmth enveloped him from behind. He stood still, gratefully, as warm dry towel slid down his back and was wrapped around his waist. He turned to see Sarge, wearing a different shirt and an affable expression.
“Fresh out the dryer,” he said, giving Scott’s now towel wrapped ass a light pat. “Just leave it by the door after you get dressed.”
“Thank you,” Scott said, as the man walked away.
Scott finished drying off and wrapped the towel around his waist for the walk back to his car. He had to admit that he like the feeling of the green grass underneath his bare feet. He also didn’t mind the sight of the large man who now lay sunbathing on a bed of towels wearing only a pair of athletic briefs. As he walked past, he realized that he recognized the man. This person had witnessed one of Scott’s previous humiliations at a martial arts studio.
His eyes had been closed but he opened them as Scott walked by. Scott stopped in his tracks immediately.
“Sounds like you had fun,” the man said casually. Scott realized that he must have looked bewildered when the man followed up with, “I could hear you screamin’ all the way out here.”
“Oh,” Scott said trying not to look embarrassed. Before he could stop himself, he wondered out loud why the man hadn’t joined.
“Eh, threesomes can be fun but any more’n that is a lil’ too much for me.”
Scott noticed a bit of a Southern drawl and also the casual way he spoke about things like threesomes and group sex. Scott also noticed his body, as the man soaked up the sun. Ray looked like a bodybuilder but this man had muscles that were not just for show and it was clear that this guy had no qualms about showing some skin. He had actually already closed his eyes again, completely unfazed by the strange man ogling his physique. As he sheepishly got dressed by his driver side door, Scott wished that he had an ounce of that man’s confidence.
Sitting in the car on the way home, feeling the tender soreness in his rear end; Scott resolved to never tell anyone about what had just happened.
He told his friend John everything a week later.
The Major also took his commander up on his offer of more work. He was 37 now, and five years away from retirement. The travel was extensive: two months in San Antonio here, a month in Florida there, several months in Colorado, and so on. He found sex in all of those places. And he’d realized that no one really cared enough to question what he was doing off duty. Eventually, he became a Lieutenant Colonel and landed himself a position as a commander of a decent sized unit. It was a tough two-year assignment but he was able to follow that with an assignment right back in the area where he’d met Ray to finish out the final two years of his Army career. He went back to the house he’d shared with his wife and daughter, but only temporarily. His wife had loved the prestige of being a commander’s wife but once it was over, she decided to move on with one of the men she’d been secretly dating. Still, the divorce was amicable enough. Scott stayed at John’s place while waiting to sell the house and for the divorce to finalize. They’d kept in touch and remained friends, and Scott was eager to start his life after the Army. He’d be 42 years young and experienced enough to live his life out in the open, without fear, without shame, and often, without clothes.