Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2006 00:22:18 -0700
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: "The Horny Club -- Part 2"

	"Meet me tonight--10 o'clock--by the
big oak," I managed to whisper before Jeb
and Tom grabbed their clothes and tore
out of the barn.

	My Dad went ballistic--cursing Juan out
and ordering me to my room--then suddenly
taking off in the pickup, leaving me wondering
where he was and even if he'd ever come back.

	At first, I did stay in my room--feeling
relieved he'd gone--yet also apprehensive
about what Poppa would say when he came
home.  At the very same time, I felt strangely
calm and glad of what we'd all discovered
together with Juan in the barn.  I mean, my
sweaty-palmed nervousness had totally
vanished the very second I felt my cock
explode all over Juan's hunky tits.
Something deep inside me felt way, way
more peaceful, even as I grew more anxious
about having been caught doing it.

	That peacefulness didn't last forever
though, as I sat on my bed listening for the
sound of the pickup.  Having discovered the
joys of 'blowing a load', I just got hornier by
the minute.  Yet, because I was now 'in the
doghouse', awaiting a serious lecture, I
didn't dare try experimenting with my new,
fleshy, big-headed toy.

	Yet, the minutes became hours--and
I got hungry, and ventured down to the empty,
lonely kitchen--beginning to wish Poppa
would just return--wanting to get whatever
punishment he had in mind overwith.

	I watched the sinking sun turn to dusk--
then watched dusk become nightfall.  I made
some Kraft Dinner with hot dogs.  I thought
about Juan--whether he'd been fired, or where
he was--thought about Jeb and Tom, suddenly
remembering I'd told them to meet me at
10:00 by the oak tree near the tool shed.

	Eight o'clock came and went.  Nine
o'clock came and went--me growing more
jumpy by the minute, and also more horny.
'What if my Dad pulls-in just as Jeb and Tom
are walking down the drive?'  'What if he
pulls-in and discovers I'm not in my room
and finds me outside instead?'

	It was a big, fucked-up mess--and
being horny wasn't helping things.  All I
wanted to do was rewind the tape and
pretend my Dad hadn't busted-up our
naked fun!

	Suddenly I heard Tom's signal--his cool
imitation of a night owl--our secret code
whenever we three sneak out for a night dip
in the swimming hole.

	It was dark as pitch outside--fireflys
everywhere--and still, and humid.  The light
from the kitchen helped guide my way until
I couldn't see a blasted thing.

	"Hey!  Over here!"

	My eyes gradually adjusted to their
T-shirt-and-gymshorts-bodies leaning against
the tree.  We exchanged hand grips.

	"You get away ok?"

	"Yeah.  No problem," Tom said, his voice
hushed.  "We thought you wouldn't show, man."

	"Did you get a whuppin'?" Jeb asked, all
concerned.

	"Naw.  Fact is, he isn't even here!  He
went off somewhere in the truck!"

	"What?"

	"Yeah!  It's wierd...."

	"Where's Juan?"  Jeb's stage whisper
was so loud, he may as well have just said it
plain.

	I shrugged.  "I don't know.  I'm supposed
to be in my room, but...."

	We suddenly heard the distant sounds of
a vehicle, turning to see headlights cutting
through the cedars ringing our property.

	"Shit!  Here he comes!"

	I had enough time to make it back to the
house, but was so panicked I ran behind the
toolshed with Tom and Jeb.  We watched the
headlights turn onto our long drive--illuminating
everything in their path--soon to include the
toolshed.

	"Fuck!  He finds me out here and I'm
toast!"

	But the pickup wasn't stopping in front
of the barn as usual.  It veered-off to the left
of it, down the cow lane.

	"He's going to the bunkhouse!" A thrill
went up my spine.

	"The what???"

	"Juan's!  He's heading for Juan's!!"

	Theatrical visions of my Dad with a
shotgun, coming back to kill Juan filled my
over-active brain as we heard the truck
stop and the engine turn off.

	"You better go back to your room!"
Jeb whispered loudly.

	"Keep your voice down, Jenkins!
You idiot!"

	Being fifteen and reckless, I did no
such thing.  Why would I wait in my room,
when I saw myself dramatically stopping
a murder?

	We heard deep voices, then the
screen door slam as we ran in a low crouch
like commandoes.

	"What are they saying?"

	"Shut the fuck UP, Jeb!"  Tom
smacked his big shoulder.

	Thank God there were bushes to duck
behind as we looked through the large,
single-paned window.  Like a movie--the
sound perfectly clear through the screen
door--we watched my Dad poke his finger
into Juan's pec-stretched wifebeater.

	"I should fire your ass--you know
that???"

	"You've been drinking,"  Juan flexed
his chest against Poppa's finger.

	"Yeah, man?  So-fuckin-WHAT??"  His
unshaven jaw flexed menacingly.  "You're
lucky I went n' cooled off, you son-of-a-bitch!"

	"Look, Jake...."

	My Dad shoved him backwards, the two
huge studhunks nearly equal in height and size.
"What th' FUCK were you DOIN'???!  Huh???
I mean, FUCK, Juan!!!"  His green eyes blazed
emerald.  "Foolin' with Todd was bad enough--
but the NEIGHBOR kids???"  He blew out air in
exasperation, two inches from Juan's
dark-brown, big-boned face.

	"They won't say a word.  They ain't
crazy, Jake."  Juan refused to budge, and
stood staring right back.

	Poppa glowered at him, then shook his
head.  "What...what th' fuck were you
THINKING??--I mean, Jesus Christopher,
Juan!....."

	"I dunno,"  Juan looked up at the
ceiling, then back at him.  "It just
happened!  They wanted to see me pose.
Then they wanted to feel up...."

	"...they're just kids, Juan.  CHILDREN,
for Christ's sake!"

	"....th' fuck they are!"  Juan's deep
voice vibrated.  "They're fifteen, Jake--
FIFTEEN--an' don't even know what to do
when they're horny!  Fuck!--didn't know
what horny IS, even!"

	"They sure-as-shit do NOW, huh,
Juan?  Christ!  Right there in the barn???"

	"I couldn't believe you never had a
talk with your boy--him standing there
sayin' he didn't know what t'do when
he's throwin' a rod.  All of 'em squeezin'
their legs together, worrying they's
gonna have heart attacks...."

	"...it's better that way."

	"What way??"

	"Not knowin'."

	"Well they do now."

	"No shit."

	We were crouching and holding onto
to each other's arms--watching them
standing there glaring--afraid even our
breathing was too loud.

	"Awwwh, Juan!  Fuck!"

	"They were gonna have to find out.
One way or another, they were..."

	"...they better not find out..."  Poppa
moved even closer to Juan.

	"They won't...."

	I let out a gasp, seeing my big,
masculine Dad put his large, work-rough
hands on each side of Juan's bullneck.

	"You son-of-a-bitch, Juan..."

	"H-Holy!"  Tom breathed.

	Their mouths crushed together, Juan's
hands suddenly reaching in to rip open my
Dad's shirt--snaps popping, his hairy pecs
mountaining out--his nipples erect as corks.

	I nearly laughed, then nearly burst into
tears--my emotions in freefall--my body
starting to shake.

	Their kiss was wet and hard--almost
like they were fighting--Poppa taking hold
of Juan's wifebeater and tearing it clean
down the center--his fingers squeezing
Juan's tits, making his thick nipples jutt
out.  Still locked in a tongue-battling kiss,
Juan pulled my Dad's shirt off, his rough
hands sliding up to play with Poppa's pecs
--the very pecs I rarely got to see, much
less play with!

	"Fuckin' stud," my Dad growled,
"--tryin' to make me crazy?  Huh??"  He
smacked Juan's swells with his fists, the
sound meaty and male.  "HUH?" he
smacked them again.  "--turnin' my boy
queer...th' way you did me???"

	Juan's fingers combed thru my Poppa's
chest hair like he was worshipping it--
worshipping his bulltits--his ultra-male,
manhair-carpetted, heavy-nippled
mountains.  "No one's turnin' no one nothin'!"
Juan suddenly grabbed my Dad's crotch with
one hand.  "You were like THIS, the second
you laid eyes on me, man--you AND them
boys!"  We saw his fingers grasping what
looked like a hammer, angling to the left of
my Dad's fly.  "Fuck!  We're just HORNY,
Jake!"  He roughly pulled open the copper
button and rasped down the zipper.  "See
that?  Now we're ALL in 'The Horny Club'!"
he laughed.

	"Wow!"  Tom whispered. "Hear
THAT???"

	"Shhhh!" Jeb whispered loudly, making
me punch his arm.

	Poppa moaned to feel Juan's expert
fingers play with his hard cock through his
jockeys.  "Horny Club???  What's a 'horny
club'?"

	Juan chuckled as my Dad struggled
with Juan's tented jean-fly, trying to get
at his thick, mounded tool.  "The name
your boy gave our naked fun-n-games
out in th' barn...."

	"Me??? I didn't name anything!" I
huffed.  "YOU did!"  I looked at Tom, then
did a double-take.  "Hey!  What are you
DOING???" I whispered.

	Tom had his shorts shoved down to
his ankles, his hand wrapped around his
soup-can, naked cock.

	"What does it look like?"  he grinned,
showing off his mushroom knob, the dim
light from the window making it gleam
like polished marble.

	Their jeans off, they thrust their hips
forward--their jockey-pouched, throbbing
irons swiping back-and-forth--wet stains
spreading from their trapped, pulpy
cockheads.

	"I need those balls," Juan's husked,
his hand urgently spreading my Dad's thick,
hairy thighs and pushing the white cloth
into a grapefruit-sized bundle.

	Without a word, Jeb and I both let our
horny cocks hit the night air, the feeling as
erotic as the scene playing out before our
lusting eyes.

	Poppa was groaning--Juan now on
his knees--his face pushed into my Dad's
pouched nuts, the size of them covering
all of Juan's rooting nose.

	"You want those hairy lovesacs, huh?
Huh, man?  Yeah!  Fuck!"

	"Oh god,"  I whispered, suddenly
reaching out and finding Tom's hot cock
waiting for me.  I pushed my fingers into
his thick, hairy delta--wishing it were my
Poppa's--but thrilled even so.

	"Give 'em to me, Jake.  I need 'em
now--c'mon man...."

	My Dad pulled aside his pouch--his
hairy, ultra-male balls thudding over
Juan's wet, spread lips--his skin-heavy
hang being teased by Juan's pink tongue.

	I felt Tom's hand take hold of my
prickly, lust-vibrating rod, making my balls
bunch up in a heap.

	"You know how, Juan!  Fuck--do you....
know HOW."  Poppa groaned up at the
ceiling as Juan used his baby finger to tease
one of those hairy peaches past his bigass
lips.  "You hot ballsucker, you!  Fuck, that
turns me on so bad..."

	I felt Jeb's hand playing with my own
furry kiwis--felt Tom begin jacking me as I
jacked him back.  My left hand reached out
to find Jeb's curvy cock, the throbbing thing
so big I looked down at it in awe as I began
jacking him, too.

	"Awww, get naked for me, Juan--show
me those balls, man!"

	Poppa's hairy pec mounds swelled in
heat--his nipples bloated with lust like a second
pair of staring eyes--as Juan rose up and let his
pants fall to the floor.  Flexing every muscle in
his body--his incredible, sun-darkened,
smooth-as-silk pecs jumping--Juan showed off
his swollen, white jockey pouch.  His enormous
biceps rolled and bouldered as he fingered his
soft, tumbling avacadoes through the thin
cotton, watching my Dad lick his sexy lips and
stare down at them.

	Their stallion-sized cocks thumped
forward in their jockeys, stretching the elastic,
the cotton now a second skin against the
swollen shafts and bulbous heads.  I stared at
the lewd, erotically-obscene sight of my Dad's
hairy, naked balls hanging out the side--barely
able to breathe as I slowly jacked Tom and
Jeb's throbbing tools--hungering to see the
very erection that gave me life.

	"Oh, c'mon--c'mon!"  Tom whispered,
echoing my own hot thoughts--hoping, wishing,
praying they wouldn't suddenly change their
minds--aching to see their huge-headed,
naked mancocks.

	"You, too,"  I heard Juan say as he
hooked both thumbs inside his waistband.

	Poppa nodded--and then, as if silently
counting 1, 2, 3--they stretched their elastics
way out, their polished cockheads glinting in
their nude freedom, as endless inches of thick,
vein-bloated shaft emerged before our horny
eyes.

	"Goddamn!"  Tom squeezed my dick
mightily.

	"Jeepers!"  Jeb's rod suddenly bucked
and spurt cockcandy all over my milking
fingers.

	"That's beautiful--so fuckin' beautiful,
man,"  we heard my Dad say, his voice all
hoarse.

	"You, hairy, horny bastard,"  Juan
stared at the virile, cockbush forest piling
around Poppa's lovepole and bullballs.

	Lust and pride grabbed my heart,
staring at my own Dad's naked, brawny,
nine-inch manmeat--marvelling at how
I'd obviously inherited the same enormous
mushroom head with the thick,
heart-shaped lip around it.

	"Bring 'em over here, Juan."

	Once again time stood still--my
eyes memorizing every movement, every
flexing muscle, every inch of their stud
bodies--as Juan and my Dad encircled
their ballbags with their fingers, making
their masculine rocks huge and skintight
--as Juan closed the space between them.

	They both moaned as they rubbed
their hairy lovesacs together--staring down
at the utter maleness of it--their giant
cocks swaying above, throbbing out
lust-honey.

	I automatically dropped hold of Jeb
and Tom--and Tom of me--each of us
mimicking our 'sex teachers'--wrapping
our thumb and first-fingers around the
base of our scrotums, feeling our boyballs
pop out in a cluster.  Jeb and Tom turned
inward, while I stepped back--the pale light
from the window reflecting off our skintight
nuts, as we swooned to then feel them
frictioning against each other.

	"Awwwh, fuck--let's get off, man..."
we heard Juan say.

	Not wanting to miss anything, we
turned quickly back, reaching out to handle
each other's naked nuts while staring
through the bush's branches.

	"I need balls t'night," Poppa was
saying, "--I don't know why..."

	"--want'a suck 'em?"  Juan lifted his
leathery, mahogany eggs.

	"--let's bang 'em--feel 'em slap...."
my Dad's voice sounded lusty and hoarse.
"--c'mon--bend your knees..."

	We stared in horny-eyed wonder as
they faced one another, legs bent forward, hips
thrust outward.  One of Poppa's huge, hairy
thighs slid outside Juan's--the other inside
--the two hunks now crotch-to-hairy-crotch.

	"Take it, man--beat it for me," Poppa
hissed, their eyes staring down at their
inches-apart, big-headed whoppers.

	We grabbed each other's cocks as
Juan and Poppa did the same--Juan latching
onto Dad's, and Poppa reaching out to take
on Juan's.

	"Oh god," Jeb whispered.  "Look at
that!"

	"Fuck!"  Tom swore, pumping my
super-charged, teen boner faster.

	They jacked their skin-blessed,
silky-sheathed, vein-bloated, monster
cocks, letting their naked cum-sacs smack
below, the sound a meaty slapping--my
Dad's hairy rocks colliding against Juan's
suede-skinned bag--their big hands
whorishly fisting each other to climax.

	The sight and sounds--their slogging
scrotums, their moans and curses--made
the three of us fist one another in sync
with them, our tongues lolling out, our
eyes glazing over.

	Poppa's rugged face only got more
handsome as he panted and swore.
"Oh fuck--oh fuck!  I'm close, man!  Jesus!"

	"So am I,"  Juan's knees were caving,
his quadraceps bulging.  He suddenly
reached out and pinched one of my Dad's
thick nipples.

	"UHHHHHHhhhhngggghhh!  Juannnn!"

	My own rocket launched along with
Poppa's.  His steamy cum thundered out his
glassy-smooth, wild-eyed, skin dome like a
firehose, splashing Juan's erected tits.

	I gasped and spasmed as Tom pumped
furiously, my jetstream jizzing the bush, the
leaves of it rustling, my knees wobbling, my
body all lust-wracked and writhing.

	"FUCCCCKKKKKKkkkkk!"  Juan's eyes
flew open when my Dad reached under to
pull his ropey-skinned balls while squeezing
below Juan's open-mouthed bulb.  Rich cum
sizzled up his love-rocket, roping through
the air, dousing Poppa's manly chest,
matting his dense curls and dripping off
each thumb-sized nipple.

	For what felt like whole minutes, Tom
and Jeb flexed into wild, contorted,
doubled-over ecstacy--trying like hell not to
shout out their pleasure--as I double-fisted
their muscular cocks, watching the eratic
spews coat my legs and cock and balls.

	Unlike us--who recovered almost
immediately--Poppa and Juan's orgasmic
thrills buckled their knees, made them
collapse together, my Dad's jizz-coated,
hairy tits smearing Juan's shiny, beefy
pecs as they spasmed out the last of their
loads and fell into a tongue-hot, fevered
kiss.

	"C'mon!"  I said, a bit too loudly.

	But before we saw Poppa suddenly
break off that sexy kiss and jerk his face
toward the window, we were running like
mad through the fireflies towards the
house.


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