Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2006 14:12:25 -0700
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: "The Horny Club"  Part III

"The Horny Club"  Part 3
by posingstrap

	"Todd?"

	I'd made it back to the house in time to clean myself
up and leap into bed.  In fact, by the time I heard Poppa
open my door and call out my name, I was just about
asleep.

	His voice, though, stirred me--its deep, loving tone
telling me everything was going to be okay.

	"Yeah? -- Poppa?"  I saw his hugeness silohetted
against the hall light as he entered.

	Not switching on the lamp, he instead sat on my bed,
the available light casting shadows on his square-jawed
ruggedness.  "You've had a big day, son."

	I scooted up against my pillow, nodding, examining
what I could see of his eyes.

	"Poppa?"

	"Yes? .....  You can tell me anything, Todd.  And I
mean, ANYTHING now...."

	I let out a deep, shuddering sigh.

	"What is it, Toddie?  C'mon son..."

	"I had me a big night, too, Poppa!"

	His gigantic shoulders and chest tensed under his
lumbershirt, his face turning to stare directly into my eyes.
"You were out there, weren't you?  I thought I heard...."

	"....me and Tom and Jeb...."

	He ran his large hands up his face and through his
black, wavy hair.  "...oh, Jesus Murphy...."

	"....I stayed here in my room like you told me, but then
it got so lonely!  I didn't know if you were even...."

	"....th' toothpaste's sure out of the tube now, huh?"
he said to himself, looking straight up at the ceiling, shaking
his head.

	"We had to find out--you know--learn about being a
man...."

	"....I want you to know I'm not a queer, Todd..."
his voice was so low and still, I barely heard him.

	"...Shit!  WE ain't either!!!"  My eyes blazed, my
vehemence catching us both by surprise.

	Suddenly we caught each other's eye and smiled,
then laughed.  It was a good, soul-cleansing moment.
His big hand came over to ruffle my dark-brown hair.
"It was hot, huh? -- being with Juan?"

	We both grinned knowingly, then laughed for what
seemed like whole minutes.

	"Look, Poppa--I heard what you said...you know,
to Juan..."

	He gazed at me, not speaking, waiting for me to
finish.

	"....and Tom n' Jeb ain't gonna breathe a word--not
one word--to ANYONE!"

	He searched my face, his dark, dark eyes fixed on
mine.

	"I know them real good!  And when they swear
silence--hell, Poppa--they MEAN it!...."

	He nodded a bit.  "Ok--so tell me this then..."

	"What?"

	"I know Juan--or at least I think I do."  He paused.
"But I gotta ask this..."

	"Shoot."

	"Did he force any'a you -- you know -- get you to
do stuff you didn't want...."

	I shook my head.  "....hell, me n' Jeb n' Tom pretty
much MADE him!  He kept saying he had to get back to
his chores!"

	"...swear to God?"

	I solemnly raised my right hand.  "And hell, Poppa--
we needed to know!  We were in a bad way--so scared of
our own bodies and not knowing what to do about it...."

	"....well, you know NOW, huh?"  His big hand grabbed
my knee through the covers. "You've learned more in one day
that I've learned in whole years!"

	"Poppa?"  I smiled nervously.

	"What?"

	"You want to join our 'Horny Club'?" I could barely ask
the question, my voice all breathy.

	He dug his hand into his shirt and rubbed his fleshy,
hair-forested pecs.  His face looked serious and stern, making
me instantly wish I hadn't asked--making me want to take it
back.

	"That depends."  A slow smile spread over his wide lips.
"....who's the President?"

	"Tom, I think!" I started to giggle in relief.  "It was his
idea!"

	Poppa leaned over and kissed my forehead, then pulled
the covers to my chin and stood up.  "I'd rather be in on
things and know what's going on, than say 'no'."

	"Super!"  I smiled.

	"Thank th' Lord we live on a farm," he walked to the
door, his 6' 2", broad-shouldered body silohetted by the light.
"And thank god your momma made me plant that cedar
hedge around it before she took off an' left us."

	"Goodnight, Poppa."

	"Goodnight, Todd.  You're a good boy.  So are your
buddies."

	"So's Juan, Poppa."

	"Yep.  It could have been a lot worse...."

	"....Billy Jacobs got Sally Rundle pregnant!  They're
dropping outta school come fall....."

	"Yep!" he sighed.  "It sure as shit could've been
a whole lot worse!"

	"None'a us can get pregnant, Poppa!"

	"G'night, Todd."

	"Thanks, Poppa.  I love you...."

	He paused.  "....love you too, boy.  An' that's
sure no lie...."  he closed the door.


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	I smelled bacon and coffee, heard the birds from
my window, then felt my morning hardon pushing up
against the sheets.

	Pure joy grabbed my heart--every single memory
of the day before suddenly tingling over my satin-smooth
cockhead--making me throw back the covers and admire
my huge-knobbed seven-incher.  It throbbed from its
dark wheatfield of bush, pulsing against my sun-browned
stomach, begging me to play with it.

	"Uh-uh, buddy!" I whispered down at the beautiful
thing.  "There's bigger fish for you to fry...."

	I heard voices coming from the kitchen.  Was it the
radio?  Then I remembered it was Sunday.

	Juan always came over for our big breakfast on
Sundays!  And I tore off naked for the bathroom, my
mushroom-headed bad boy spanking my flat belly, my
over-sized boyballs bouncing lustily.

	I actually took one of my cold showers, wanting to
calm down my hormone-horny hardon, til it could really
have some satisfaction.  Then, donning my usual T-shirt
and gymshorts, I tromped down the hall.

	The first thing I saw from the hallway was my Dad's
naked, furry, beachball butt, and his V-wedged, muscular
back as he poked at some bacon cooking on the stove.  My
eyes then darted to the table, seeing Juan's nude, huge-
shouldered, deep-grooved spine and flared lats as he sat,
back to me, facing Poppa.  My eyes travelled from the nape
of his brown bullneck to his nude bubble-butt hugging into
the back of the kitchen chair.

	"We'll have to take off that second cut before it rains,"
my Dad was saying.  "But the mower needs sharpening..."

	"Ahem," I cleared my throat.

	"Hey, Tiger," Juan turned in his chair, his overalls
and jockeys neatly folded on the floor.

	Not actually nude as I'd thought, Poppa wore a
triangular loin cloth, the corners tied by plain kitchen string
that fit along the grooves of his muscular saddle where his hips
met his 30" waist and went around his back.  It looked
homemade--like he'd used an old T-shirt to create a skimpy
pouch to sling his big cock and balls into.  And, being
homemade, it sagged under the weight of his heavy
genitals, exposing his black, fluffy, freshly-showered pubic
bush.

	"P-Poppa...." my eyes ran riot over his huge, hairy pecs,
muscular biceps, meaty forearms and thighs, then darted
back to that erotically-obscene pouch.

	"You better get that 'Horny Club' President over here
real quick, before I start the pancakes!" he grinned at me,
then winked at Juan.  "--Jeb, too, if he's hungry!"

	I nodded, then tore off into the living room, hearing
them chuckle and laugh.

	"Good thing he slept in, or we wouldn't have finished
'em, huh, Jake?"

	My fingers trembled as I dialed Tom's number.

	"I owe you a couple'a wifebeaters, man!"

	Tom said he'd be over in a flash after I stammered out
what was happening.  Jeb, however, must have gone off
with his folks to church.  'What a shame,' I thought with a
grin, turning toward the kitchen, '--Tom and I are gonna be
worshipping something a whole lot more exciting!'

	I re-entered to see Juan at the counter, reading the
back of a pancake mix box.  He, too, wore the same,
homemade covering--his kinky-haired bush puffing out the
gaping top--his fat salami and fat balls slung inside that
bulging, threadbare pouch.

	Suddenly it was ME who was nervous.  Yesterday, I
was doing everything possible to make Juan show off his
body--coaxing him to be more daring.  But now that both
he and Poppa knew we'd watched them having sex
together, they'd gone whole hog the other direction!

	And so, yeah, I was almost trembling--our modest,
country kitchen had become a muscleman's, loincloth
cookoff!  A piece of kitchen string was all that split my
Poppa's furry, volleyball butt--disappearing in his tight,
male crack to emerge above the erotic Y above his
full, round cheeks--the little string knotted to the
string serving as his waist support for the crammed,
wifebeater pouch.

	I sat down quickly to hide my big-headed erection
tenting the front of my shorts.  "Um, Jeb's not home, and
Tom's on his way," I tried to sound casual.

	"Good!" Poppa gave a quick wink in Juan's
direction.  "Once the President's here, we'll have
quorum!"

	"Yeah, well, he'll likely be here in five minutes--
or less," I didn't know where to look.  Every place my
eyes landed, I saw naked muscle and masculine
bulges.  "He's riding his new bike."

	Juan chuckled, his biceps rolling and flexing as
he stirred the pancake batter.  "If you told him what I
THINK you told him, he'll be here any second!"

	"No doubt," Poppa chuckled, too, his furry globes
rubbing and frictioning as he went over to the fridge.
"Get out the syrup, Todd--and set a place for our
President."

	I swallowed thickly as I got up and moved towards
Juan.  His big, triple-bulging pouch was planted against
the cutlery drawer--and he stood right in front of the
lower cupboard where the syrup was.

	"Excuse me," I crouched down.

	He took his time backing-up, letting his heavy,
string-held, wifebeater sexbundle brush my t-shirted
shoulder as he turned.  I could feel the heat of his
loins--smell the maleness of his freshly-showered body--
and my big cockhead bloomed into my gymshorts as I
crouched lower to open the cabinet.

	Hell--I could handle pumping Juan's naked cock,
and had no problem getting off on the sight of the two
of them going at it in the bunkhouse--but having to
casually go about getting things ready for breakfast
while they walzed around in skimpy, bulging posers
was an erotic agony!

	By the time I'd set our round kitchen table for four,
I was back to feeling I was going to have a heart attack.
And it puzzled me why they weren't themselves throwing
big rods in their pouches.  It got to where I couldn't look
at those heavy, cockhair-puffing, sex hammocks swaying
between their bulging, furry, masculine thighs.

	"Hey, Todd!"

	I jumped up and flew out the screen door onto the
porch.  "Holy shit, Tom!  You just aren't gonna believe
this!"

	"It's still like you said on the phone?  I haven't
missed anything?"  He almost castrated himself getting
off his bike.

	I didn't have to even answer him.  His large, black
eyes ran up my bare legs and spied my rockhard erection
tenting out my gymshorts.

	"Wow, Todd!  It's really true, then, huh?"

	I nodded, smiling as he came up the stairs.  I gave
his own gymshort-covered butt a feel as we went inside.

	"Hey, Mr. President!  Set yo'self down, son!"

	Tom's eyes grew huge, seeing Juan wearing almost
nothing but a big, welcoming smile.

	"Um, hi, Juan."  His eyes then popped out seeing
Poppa's hairy, he-man physique decked-out in nothing but
that over-stuffed cloth triangle.  "Oh Lordy," he breathed,
thinking he'd died and gone to Horny Heaven.

	"You may as well call me Jake," Poppa said.  "Mr.
Stewart is a little formal now that we're all in your club,
Tom."

	Tom had to be led by me by the arm to the table.
And when he sat down, next to me, his eyes were running
riot over my Dad's furry, giant pecs and beefy biceps--and
everything else.

	"He means 'The Horny Club'," I laughed at his
stunned face.

	"Oh?  Really?"  His voice was all breathy.

	Juan's bubble butt bounced high and round as he
brought the batter over next to Poppa.  "Jake wants to
join us--but not if you can't keep it a secret," he said
over his huge shoulder.

	Tom eyed those two bare, man-sized asses, the
single string slicing up their cracks, and nearly toppled
his chair.  He shot up with his right hand raised.  "Oh, I
swear t' God A'mighty I won't breathe a single WORD!"
His face was flushed, his gymshorts tenting in heat.  "So
I surely do hope you'll join in, um, Jake!"

	We laughed--him, too--at his embarrassed and
excited eagerness to please.  And Poppa waved him back
down.

	Only then did I finally see that while I was out on
the porch, they'd put duplicate posers on our two
breakfast plates.

	Poppa watched us discover them.  "Well, now that
I'm on the team, how about you two trying on the uniform?"

	We looked at each other, then back up at them.
"God.  Right HERE?" I asked.

	"Sure!  Or go to your room, if you prefer...."

	We both grabbed our new posers and took off down the
hall.

	"I hope you tied those knots tight, Juan," I heard my
Dad say.

	"Hmmmm.  I kind'a hope I DIDN'T!"  Their deep,
male laughter filled our ears as we ducked into my room.

	Tom was already pulling his T-shirt off his black-haired
head.  "Oh, buddy!  Do you BELIEVE this???"

	He and I both pulled our shorts way out and down
past our roaring hardons.  The beauty of Tom's tough,
muscled body and that wedge of midnight-black bush in
his beercan-cocked vee was every inch a turn-on to me
as seeing Juan and Poppa nearly-nude.

	Tom, though, was staring at my own, huge-headed
seven-incher, and my fat, low-hangers.  "I thought you'd be
grounded for life!"

	"Yeah--me, too!"  I held up the string-tangled poser,
trying to figure out how to climb into it.  "But instead of lying,
I told him we'd seen everything last night."

	Tom had no problem climbing into his, and helped me
get my feet through the loops.  "No shit?  That took guts,
Toddie!  I'd have lied my face off!"

	We struggled to pull the pouch up and over our
thrusting erections, the sweet thrills making us shudder and
laugh.

	"Once he knew we weren't the only ones doing stuff
with Juan--that we'd caught HIM doing the same thing--well,
he kind of threw in the towel," I grinned.

	We both had to stand there willing ourselves to calm
down.  The slightest touch or movement would have sent our
cocks into orbit.

	"Threw in the towel!  No shit, huh?  He's buckass naked!"
He started giggling and shaking, both of us too excited to
function all of a sudden.  "If Jeb was here, he'd be shootin'
his load all over the kitchen table!"

	"You boys need any help?"  Poppa called out, then
laughed with Juan.

	"Oh, man!  I'm so close to poppin' my cork, wearing this
sexy thing!"  Tom stared at our obscenely-thrusting pouches--
so utterly tented, our naked balls were practically falling out.

	"We're coming!" I yelled back.

	"No doubt!" Juan said, the two of them laughing more.

	It was like horny torture walking back to the kitchen, the
cloth frictioning our cockheads almost to eruption.

	"Well, well," Poppa said. "--a little excited, are we?"

	Juan just stared between our legs, his dark eyes glowing.
"You two better sit down n' take a load off...."

	We all laughed at that, as Tom and I joined them at the
table.  It was unreal to see us all naked from the waist up,
sitting there eating pancakes and bacon, our eyes all over Juan
and Poppa's muscles.

	Nothing makes me hornier than a real man's chest--
and my Dad has tits that punch out from his shoulders like
two sofa cushions with nipples!  Coated with soft, downy,
black hair, those wide-circled, meat-mountains sport two
bullet-bullseyes, fighting their way to freedom through his
tit forest.

	And Juan's are so mighty and muscular, they swooped
out over the table, dark and gleaming, jostling whenever he
lifted his fork.  His nipples were saucers of sex--bee-stung--
pulling the muscle they sat on into up-thrusting cones.

	"So now that the 'Club' has gathered..." Poppa said,
munching on a piece of bacon.

	"....except for poor Jeb," Tom said, barely able to eat
he was so worked-up.

	"....what do you want us to do?"  Juan finished the
question.

	We looked right into Tom's large, thick-lashed, dark
eyes.

	He is a very handsome guy--Tom is.  Not only does he
have a strong jaw, but his chin is dimpled--and above it are
full lips and a wide mouth which curls up when he smiles,
making dimples at each corner.  His nose is straight, and
his cheekbones are so high, his big eyes look almost shut
when he grins.

	But he wasn't grinning now.  His full, dark eyebrows
tilted upwards in surprise.  "....want you to DO?" he
looked at them, and then at me.

	"You're the President," I passed back the ball.

	"Hey!  Since WHEN?"  he held a forkfull of pancakes
in mid-air.  "Who made ME the President???"

	Juan shrugged his gigantic shoulders.  "All in favor?"
he raised his large hand.

	All hands shot up, except Tom's.

	"Hell--I don't KNOW what we should do!" he looked at
Juan and Poppa's mature, muscular torsos.  "I'm just a kid!"

	"You're horny though, ain't you?"  Juan smiled.

	"HORNY???  Hell!  I'm PAST horny!  I'm nearly rippin'
this poser thing apart down here!"  he leaned back to eye his
crotch.

	"I say we go back to the scene of the crime," I grinned.

	"Which one?"  Poppa looked at Juan with a smile.

	"To the barn!" Tom said.  "I LOVE your barn!!!"  He
looked at Juan, then at Poppa.  "These posers are so
damn cool!  And maybe Todd and I could watch you lift
weights, and maybe you could pose for us--you know--show
us your muscles?"

	Poppa shrugged.  "You're the President--and this is
'The Horny Club'--and whatever you want us to do that's
horny? We'll do it."

	"Seriously?"  Tom looked at them, then grinned at me,
his eyes squinting whenever he smiled.

	"But if someone starts doing something you DON'T like,
you have to pipe up," Poppa sounded serious.  "If you're
feeling funny about something, then say so, and we'll stop."
Poppa got up, his over-stuffed poser sagging under the
weight of his cock and balls.  "That's the only rule."

	Juan got up, too, his near-nude, hugely-muscled
physique suddenly dwarfing the room.  "We're happy to
teach you things, but you have to tell us what."

	"Wow!  NO problem!!  Huh, Todd?"

	"Just leave everything," Poppa said to me as I started
to clear the table.  "First things first!"

	I wish to hell I could have snapped a photo of Tom
between my Dad and Juan on the porch--Tom's poser
hideously-tented--the other two looking like Greek gods with
their sex hammocks thudding outward from their burly thighs.

	I wish to hell I had a movie of us heading to the
barn, too.  God--their butt globes were rubbing together
in the sun, their heavy posers sagging and swaying out
from their crotches--their sunlit muscles, the sunlight
twinkling in Poppa's chesthair--Juan's stud nipples casting
shadows on his undulating abs.

	Once inside, our eyes adjusting to the cool darkness,
Tom and I grew more confident and sure of ourselves.
After all, this was where we'd had out very first horny fun!
And all of a sudden it was Poppa who looked a bit nervous,
eyeing my hard-cocked pouch and sturdy, nicely-muscled
body.

	He and Juan headed for the weight-lifting equipment
we'd made the day before.

	"You, uh, want us to show you how to use the dumb
bells?" Poppa asked me.

	"Hell, no!" Tom stood before them, hands on hips--his
poser stretched all out of shape.  One of his naked balls was
tumbling out the side.  "Have you guys ever wrestled each
other?"

	A look of surprise crossed their rugged faces.
"Wrestled?" Juan looked at Poppa's huge shoulders and
bigass biceps.

	"Yeah--you know--tried to pin one another!"  Tom
smiled impishly.  "I think Juan would win, wouldn't you,
Todd?"  He gave me a suggestive wink.

	Playing his game, I rubbed my jaw, looking at
Juan, then at Poppa, then back at Juan.  "Yeah--maybe
you're right," I shrugged, trying to keep from smiling.
"Juan's got the edge."

	My Dad's eyes grew wide.  "W-what???  You're
siding with JUAN???" he stared at me.

	I shrugged.  "Well, he's only 28, Pops!"

	I didn't know who he was going to come after
first--me or Juan--but suddenly he lunged for Juan's
waist, locking his arms around him, his grizzled jaw
crushed between Juan's giant pecs.

	Juan's breath whooshed out.  "Hey!" he yelled in
surprise, crashing to the wooden floor under Poppa's
weight.

	From then on it was a bonerizing musclematch
made in Horny Club Heaven--my Poppa's huge thighs
splayed open, Juan's meaty forearm sliding into his
furry asscrease--my Dad's fat balls falling out against
Juan's wrist--their jostling pecs mashed together, their
mighty biceps bulging, as they grunted and tried to
gain control.

	"Woah!" Tom grabbed me around the waist,
hugging me.  "Look at that!"

	Juan managed to flip Poppa over--their threadbare
pouches churning together--creating friction, making
their encased cocks chub-up.

	Poppa's hand fought its way through Juan's
torso-hugging legs--grabbing wildly at Juan's rolling
butt cheeks.  His fingers latched onto the support
string and yanked it apart.

	"Holy Jeez!" Tom pointed.  "Juan's bareass!"

	Those huge, dark bullballs suddenly hung in all
their male glory below Juan's spread beachball cheeks,
his dusky-pink bullseye winking at us.  He grunted as his
poser fell away, flopping his tubular cock against Poppa's
flexing abs, his face pushed into my Dad's hairy
pec-slabs.

	Juan swiftly straddled Poppa's sides, using his knees
to pin Poppa's outflung biceps.  "Unnngh!" Poppa grunted,
unable to move under Juan's 240 lb. bulk.

	Tom and I hurried to get a full-length view, just in
time to watch Juan's naked bulldick fill with lust and tock
upward to its naked, ten-inch glory, the glossy, flared head
dripping onto Poppa's leathery, sun-browned neck.

	"Awwwh, man!" Tom moaned.  "Check THAT out,
Toddie!"

	Suddenly the barn door creaked open.

	"T-Tom?  Todd???"

	"Jeb!" Tom yelled.  "Get in here quick!"

	Even before his eyes could adjust to the darkness,
Tom and I slid the door shut, then attacked and stripped
him buck naked.

	"Hey!" The fair-haired Jeb stood with us by the door,
his soft, fleshy dong curled over his low-hanging nuts.
"What's going on?  What're you WEARING???" he stared,
wide-eyed.

	We led him over to Juan and Poppa.

	"Ohmygod!"  his over-sized cock instantly began
filling with hot blood as he stared at Juan's naked erection
knifing from his thick, wooly bush, my Dad staring up at his
heavy-hanging, generous, dark balls.

	"They're wrestling!" Tom announced.  "And they
made us these cool pouches!"

	"Where were you?  I phoned over to your place
earlier," I watched Jeb's eight-incher hurling itself upward
in pulsing heartbeats til it curved inward, the slightly-smallish
head kissing his bellybutton.

	"We were in church," Jeb stared at my lust-distorted
poser--my cock lancing hotly to the left.

	"I'm the 'Horny Club' President!" Tom tilted his hips to
show off his 'official', obscenely-stretched pouch.  "And we
get to tell Juan and Jake, here, what to do!"

	"J-Jake?" Jeb stared at my pinned Poppa.  "That's
Mr. ... I mean, that's your Dad, Todd!"

	"Stop yacking and get busy," Tom ordered, trying to
impress Jeb with his new status as President.  "I want you
to play with my cock!"  He suddenly walked over behind
my Dad's head, his poser thrust out between Juan's meaty
pecs.

	He sounded so high and mighty--full of Presidential
authority--that is til Juan's giant biceps locked around his
little waist, and crushed his loin-cloth-trapped erection
against his tits.  "OH!" Tom gasped, his large eyes wide in
horny alarm and surprise.

	Blond, curly-haired Jeb started masturbating over the
raunchy sight, his ivory-skinned muscles flexing--his hips
tilted--his mouth slack.  But I quickly moved behind the
bear-hugged Tom, looking down at my Dad lying flat on
his back.

	"Are you okay, Poppa?"

	"With THIS view?"  he grinned, nodding up at Tom's
spread-open bubble butt.  "You tell me!"

	"Ohhhhh, Juan!" Tom groaned.

	Poppa and I watched as Juan's fingers hooked under
the string splitting Tom's cheeks and broke it apart.  The
flimsy pieces fell away, making Tom moan and friction what
remained of his poser off his tit-rubbing cock.

	His naked, beercan-sized, five inch rod rode up between
Juan's sweat-slippery, brown, hairless pecs, Tom fucking the
crease.  "Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!" he groaned.  "I missed out on
this yesterday!"  His fat balls massaged Juan's nipples, Tom's
hands coming behind Juan's head, shoving his rugged face
between the Irish teen's own mounded pecs, which Juan licked
and kissed.

	"Do something for me," Poppa said from the floor,
freeing his biceps from beneath Juan's knees.

	"Sure!  What?" I felt dazed with lust and horniness.

	"My poser...it's too tight...."

	"...you want me to....?"

	He nodded, smiling up at me.  "....I know I'm your Dad
and all--but today let's just be two guys in the 'Horny Club'.
OK?"

	"Sure!"  My heart pounded with joy.

	"And Todd?"

	"Yeah, Poppa?"

	"He gave me a broad smile and a wink.  "If Tom and
Jeb can call me 'Jake', then so should you!"

	I felt a thrill grab my balls.  "I--I don't know if I can, um,
Jake...but I sure do want to!"

	He laughed, the deep, rolling sound an aphrodisiac.
"Cool.  Now how about taking care of business?"

	"Do that thing you did to Jeb!" Tom's satiny, mushroom
cockhead smeared Juan's pec crease with boyjuice, making
the enormous, muscle-mounds wet and shiny.

	Juan laughed and used both hands to push inward and
pillow his hunky mantits over top of Tom's sizzling porker,
watching Tom piledrive his lusty cock in-and-out Juan's pec
tunnel.

	"Oh God, yeah!  Fuck!"  Tom shouted up to the rafters,
his big eyes rolling back in ecstacy.

	I moved trancelike behind Juan, my eyes caressing his
beachball, naked butt, the muscular globes so full and round
there wasn't even a dimple.  Below him--spread out on the
barn floor--were Poppa's hairy, muscular calves and gigantic
thighs.

	"C'mere, Jeb," I heard my Dad saying.  "Why don't you
sit on my face?"

	"S-eriously?"

	I watched Jeb's sturdy, naked body--his eight-inch rod
bouncing about--as he straddled Poppa's chest and squatted.

	"Ohhhh!  W-what are you DOING???"

	Poppa's large hands pried apart Jeb's cute cheeks, his
unshaven face burying itself in his hairless, pink crack.

	I felt a twinge of envy--wondering why it was Jeb's ass
and not mine getting all the attention--until I knelt between
those outspread, hunky thighs, staring at the way Poppa's skimpy
poser bulged in horny heat.  And suddenly I knew my Dad was
offering me the best position of all--where I could play around
with his King Kong cock and bigass, hairy balls!

	"Oh, Jeb!" I heard Tom cry out.  "Is that your TONGUE
up my butt?"

	Picturing the church-going, blond-curly Jeb tongue-fucking
Tom's hot ass made me dig my fingers under the deliciously-erotic
cloth, covering Poppa's thumping cock and balls.

	I felt the heat of his loins, my fingertips plunging into thick
hair and nudging my own Dad's softer-than-soft ballskin.  It
suddenly made me crazy with incestual lust--making me thrust my
other hand inside, my knuckles lifting the fabric, my fingers
caressing the very balls that made the lovecream that gave me
life!

	They were huge and hot and male and hairy, sliding around
my probing fingers, bringing muffled moans from Poppa as he ate
out Jeb's virgin hole.

	"JUAN!" Tom shouted.  "Oh yeah, Juan!  Suck my hard cock,
man!  UUUUHHHHHHhhhhh!"

	I ran my two hands up the thick-ridged belly of Poppa's
throbbing nine-incher, feeling the pulsing vein, picturing Juan
kneeling across Poppa's torso--his head bobbing as his big, Latino
lips tugged at the thick flange of Tom's mushroom cockhead--
nibbling the tender, webbed skin below it--then plunging his hot
mouth down Tom's lip-stretching five-incher to bury his face in
all that knuckle-deep cockhair.

	"C'mon, Jeb--that's it--sling those balls into my mouth...."
Poppa's voice was husky and urgent, making me suddenly pull
free of his cloth covering and snap the string apart.

	That giant-headed, nine-inch throbber bucked in horny
heat--freed at last to show off its naked perfection.  And I
worshipfully ran my fingers over its muscular length, marvelling
over its masculine power and size, then smeared Dad's cockcandy
all over the satin-smooth, fat, helmet head.

	Popping out Jeb's teen balls, Dad groaned up at the loft.
"Awwwh, yeah, Toddie!  Play with your Poppa's big cock, son!"

	His lusty cry made me pry it stiffly up to my drooling lips,
basting it like a Christmas turkey, slobbering my tongue up that
loose-skin, sheathed core, to then plant loving kisses over the
candy-apple head.

	"Awwh! Awwwh! FUCK!" Poppa suddenly lunged upward,
taking no prisoners.

	Only then--as I saw Juan topple backwards toward me--
saw Tom and Jeb dive for cover, and Poppa rise up and tower
over us--did I realise he'd allowed himself to be pinned by Juan.

	Bullballs swinging--his thumping cock dripping pre-cum
all over the barn floor--he headed for the jumble of hay bales,
throwing a horse blanket over a few.  I watched his bunching
upper-back muscles, flexing lats and the seductive sway of
Poppa's hairy balls below his furry ass when he parted his
massive thighs.

	"Get over here, Juan," he said.  "It's time we bump things
up a knotch or two."

	We stood together watching Juan's ten-inch, mahogany
crowbar knife though space--his enormous tits and round ass
nakedly on display--walking majestically over to Poppa.  And
then following my Dad's lead, he climbed up on the
blanket-covered bales--the two of them side-by-side on their
hands and knees, bare asses mooning us--their big thighs
spread wide.

	"Look at their BALLS!" Tom shouted, grabbing my bicep.

	"Oh god," Jeb whispered, following us as we hypnotically
walked closer, our cocks snapping around in hot arousal.

	"Do what you want," Juan husked over his right shoulder.
"We both showered....so go for the gold!"

	Not hesitating a second, I headed for my Poppa--my
glowing cockhead in line with his furry, naked buttcrease--
suddenly mezmerized by the sight of the most private, most
intimate part of my stud-Dad's, ultra-masculine body.

	Those two down-haired, male globes were spread like a
silent, beckoning invitation--one only my twitching, drooling,
big-headed cock seemed to understand.  It bucked as it felt
the heat radiating from the bullseye of Poppa's hairless,
dusky-pink slice--that maddeningly winking oval of love, calling
to my cock--begging it to probe inside.

	"Awww, MAN!" Tom was squatting just low enough to rub
his tits all over Juan's wide-open butt, the sight raunchy as hell.

	And Jeb--left out--headed around the bales to offer Juan
and Poppa his proud, dripping, eight-inch, virgin cock and
pink, jiggling balls.  I could hear his moans as they leaned-in to
lick and play with all he had going.

	I was trembling--my mind shutting down--my hard cock
taking over the controls.  And it rubbed its horny length up
Poppa's crease, the prickly tingles bunching-up my fat, horny
nuts.  And when I slid it back down, my cockhead got pried
under the swells, suddenly bending my shaft backwards, my big
bulb banging Poppa's furry ballbag.  Delicious thrills rifled up my
tingling spine as I felt my knob hit those soft rocks, my cockbush
scrubbing Poppa's tender twat.

	"Ummmmph!"  I looked to my right to see Tom's whole face
buried inside Juan's beachball, mocha-toned ass, whorishly lapping
Juan's slit.  Tom was squatting--his broad back arched--his own
sweet butt wagging as he snorted and rooted into Jaun's crease--
his boyballs swinging below.

	"Awwwwh, c'mon, Todd!"  I heard Poppa yell over his
shoulder.  "DO IT!!!"

	"D-do what?"  I had to ask.

	"FUCK it, son!  That's what it's FOR!"

	And hell--was he ever right!  I mean, my horny COCK sure
knew what it was for--drooling and flexing, the flange so flared it
curled back on itself.  It bucked and throbbed as I experimentally
let the head kiss Poppa's winking, segmented oval, strands of
syrup twining in mid-air.

	"Just shove it IN, Todd!"

	Poppa's lusty cries got Tom's immediate attention, and in
seconds he was beside me.  "You know what 'FUCK' means,
don't you???"  His five-inch, beercan dork was raring to do what
I was too nervous to try.

	"But it's so little!" I looked at the size of my polished-marble
cockhead and the tiny rosebud of Poppa's perfect asshole.

	"It'll stretch, son!  Don't worry about ME!"

	And then Tom just reached out and grabbed my rigid,
twitching rod--bending it down--his left hand coming behind the
small of my back.

	"What are you....???"

	"UMMMMMppphhhhh!"  Poppa gasped, his breath whooshing
out as all my seven inches bludgeoned through his asslips.  "Holy
FUCK!"

	"Damn you, Tom!" I shoved him away.  "Look what you done..."

	I felt a glove of heat clamping over my rod like a vice--felt Poppa's
tenderized asshole spasming around the base of my ass-happy cock.
And I felt all jumpy and excited inside--like a racehorse at the gate,
waiting for the bell.

	"Oh, man!" Tom stared at the sight of my cockbush mashed
against Poppa's spread, naked cheeks.  "I gotta try THAT!!!"

	The spasming gradually stopped--his sphincter accepting my
throbbing girth--welcoming it, wanting it.  "That's it," Poppa's voice
soothed.  "Now use your hips.  Do what your cock wants....."

	And I slid my glowing rod out to the flaring head--his asslips
nibbling around its horny length--then snapped my hips back deep
inside.

	"UUHHhhh!  Yeah!  Do that!"  Poppa groaned.  "--to the left a
little more....hit my....UHHHNGH!"  His whole body shuddered.
"Uhhhh, fuccckkkkkk!  YESSSS!  Just like THAT!"

	Tom lapped Juan's spread crack, spearing his tongue inside,
madly craving that little, flexing button.

	"Awwwh, yeah, boy!  Now give me what you got...." Juan
said, turning back to suck Jeb's big, teen cock.

	I was in a rhythm now--slamming in-and-out of Poppa's
raised, hungry ass--my hips swinging, my hands latching onto his
muscled ribcage for support.

	Tom furiously jacked his chunky five-incher a few times,
while sticking his thumb up Juan's hot hole.  "It feels good, I bet,
huh, Todd?"

	"Oh god, yeah," I was piledriving Poppa's hairy pillows, our big
balls slapping rhythmically together.  Juan and Poppa were
side-by-side, with Tom right next to me on the right.  And I watched
him let go of his ripe, big-headed railroad spike, then lean back--
while tilting his hips--and just skewer Juan's little hole--pry it apart,
and shove deep inside.

	"JEEEZUZZZZZ!" Juan hissed.

	Tom laughed in horny delight--his black bush flat against
Juan's cheeks--giving his hard butt a ringing smack.  "I'm in!"  he
announced to the universe.

	Within seconds he was matching my see-sawing pace, our hips
occasionally bumping as we grunted and moaned and pistoned in
lusty thrusts, trying to outdo one another.

	Suddenly Jeb--no longer feeling shy--pulled free of Poppa and
Juan's slurping lips and swaggered his eight-incher behind me and
Tom.

	"What th' hell are YOU up to?" Tom panted as he slammed
in-and-out of Juan's muscular buns.

	I also eyed the blond's twitching, pointy, pink whopper.  It was
all wet from Juan and Poppa's cocksucking.

	"I want to try it, too," he said stubbornly, moving so close to
Tom, Tom's round ass slapped against his thick erection.  "Give me a
turn, Tom."

	"Next time!  I can't stop NOW!" Tom complained, his brow
furrowing.

	Jeb simply used his hand to bend his stiff rod down in line
with Tom's swinging butt and just lunged forward.

	"F-F-FUCKKKK!!!!!" Tom shouted, as five inches of hard dick
suddenly busted his cherry ass!

	Jeb shoved another two inches inside, taking a two-handed
grip of Tom's small waist and grunting.

	Time stood still as Tom's mouth opened-and-closed like a
landed fish--his hips unable to stop fucking, while also getting fucked
royally in return.  Not as muscular as Tom, Jeb still was a solid, 170 lb.
farm boy, and was tough enough to hold him in place.

	"UUUHHHHhhh!  SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Tom groaned, refusing to
stop fucking even though each hip-swing back drove more of Jeb
inside his virgin ass.

	Not having Jeb's cock to suck, Juan and Poppa fell into a hot,
tongue-fevered kiss.  The sight of them leaning together--two
brawny men being fucked up the ass, passionately kissing--made me
pound Poppa's solid, furry ass like no tomorrow.

	This only frictioned my nerve-stripped cock to the brink of
blowing, causing my knees to buckle and my body to tremble.  Every
smack of my boyballs against Poppa's hairy peaches brought us both
closer to that place of sweetness and light.

	"Oh! Oh! Oh, Jeb!  Oh, buddy!!!" Tom twisted his handsome face
around--his large eyes all pupil--looking adoringly at the grimmacing Jeb,
who'd suddenly become Tom's conquering hero. "Give it to me!"  And
he fed Jeb's teen cock more of his ass, like he suddenly couldn't get
enough of him inside.

	A thrill of jealous envy shot up my spine, making me just reach
out and force Tom's head towards me--our horny eyes staring just
before our mouths crushed together.

	"Oh fuck, that's so hot!" Jeb moaned, pummelling Tom's cherry
twat.

	Smashing our lips together as I fed Tom my muscular tongue, we
fucked and fucked and fucked.  And suddenly moans and sloppy, all-male
kisses filled the barn on that bright Sunday morning as the meaty slaps
of cock-pounded ass rang to the rafters.  And Tom and I waged
tongue-flicking warfare til suddenly we began sailing off into that
never-neverland of maleness--a land of big cocks and swinging balls--
flexing muscle and masculine flesh--hot nipples and hairy armpits--
shiny, dripping cockheads....

	"Ohmygod, Tom!" Jeb's eyes flew open, his entire eight inches
flexing inside Tom's cherry ass.  "TOMMMM!"  His body went rigid with
orgasm, his bucking cock pumping rivers of sizzling cream up Tom's
hard, round butt.  It threw Jeb onto Tom's back, making him gasp,
then seize again, shouting Tom's name.

	Jeb's violent heaving plowed Tom's chunky cock deep into Juan,
battering his prostate--bruising it to meltdown--making Juan rearback
and groan.  The huge Latino felt his balls bulge and then let go, a tidal
wave of jizz shooting up his ten-inch shaft.  His sphincter clamped
around Tom's nerve-studded cock, throttling it, triggering Tom's own,
ball-busting release.

	"AHHHHhhhhhhgghh!"  They shook and quivered in a simultaneous
cumshoot--Tom deep inside Juan's steamy hole, Juan all over the place--
their bodies heaving together.

	Poppa suddenly lurched free of my cock--and, before I knew what
was happening--rolled onto his back, legs spread, his unshaven,
lust-handsome face staring back at me.

	"Give me that big cock," he sat up, grabbing me by my dripping
dick.

	I groaned at his hand pulling me by my erection deep between his
husky thighs.  "Poppa!"

	He crammed my aching rod back inside his steamy ass, wrapping
his tremendous legs around my waist.  "Fuck me like a man," his dark
eyes flashed as he lay back down.

	I whimpered and moaned, watching his hairy pecs jog thickly
eachtime I heaved forward--watching his giant erection smack his flat
stomach--feeling my hot-wired cock bash his cum-buzzer to a pulp.

	Jeb and Tom uncoupled, Jeb's dong dripping--and Tom pulled
free of Juan.

	"Oh, fuck!" Poppa groaned, "Gimme some balls to suck!"

	Tom came rushing over behind Poppa's lolling head, standing on
his tiptoes to lower his swaying jewels to Poppa's hungry lips, his
cock half-hard and oozing jizz over Poppa's wide forehead.

	I fucked even harder when Jeb and Juan moved-in on either side
of us to play with Poppa's cock and feel up his hairy tits.  Juan wrapped
his left hand around Poppa's nine-inch erection, milking it in long
strokes--his thumb teasing the skin just below the cum-burbbling hole.

	"So fuckin' hot," he muttered when Jeb leaned down and licked
the pre-cum off Poppa's juicing bulb.

      	Juan's right arm came around behind my back, my flexing,
swinging butt slapping his hand.

	My hips tossed around, fucking Poppa's male cunt in rapid-fire
bursts as Juan's middle finger found my cherry and went all rigid,
making me fuck myself on it each time my hips swung back.

	"Ungh!  Ungh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh, god!!!!"  I couldn't take any
more--couldn't handle the erotic thrills radiating from my
finger-fucked asshole.

	Poppa couldn't take it either--his sexy mouth full of balls--
Jeb's cupid lips sucking his whole cockhead inside.  And Poppa's
hairy pecs began thickening, his hairy thighs clamping around my
waist, pushing my cock deeper with each, orgasm-triggering
thrust.

	Tom's nuts popped wetly from Poppa's mouth, dangling
over his staring eyes.  "Oh fuck, son....I'm....I'm gonna blow!...."

	Jeb had no clue what he was in for.  The sweet,
freckle-faced blond was so caught up in his cocksucking, the
cannonade of Poppa's jizz nearly blew off the back of his
curly-haired head!

	"UhhhGHHHHHHHH!!!!" he gagged, jets of rich sperm
spraying his tonsils, then firing across his wild-eyed face.

	Poppa's body heaved upwards--his back arching, his
ass vice-gripping my entire cock--choking it, stripping my
nerve-endings, my hips locked in a forward, final shove.

	And that's when Juan's finger skewered my cherry ass
up to his knuckle.

	"UUUUHHHHHHHHHHGGGH!"

	I saw darkness, then nothing but red, then bursting,
colored dots.  Raw sperm snorted up Poppa's ass, flooding
his guts, my teen balls churning out their dammed-up load.

	I shook and quaked like a flexing rag doll as Poppa's
huge rod spewed across his hairy tits--as Jeb backed away
in respectful awe--as Tom let his ballbag get bruised by
Poppa's bouncing forehead--as Juan rotated his horny finger
deep inside and bashed my walnut-sized joy buzzer.

	Whole minutes seemed to go by as we blew ourselves
into that horny-heavenly place where men are big-cock-naked,
pulling apart their bigassed globes, begging to be played with,
flexing their biceps and flopping their balls in lusty fun.

	I fell, panting and delerious across Poppa's heaving
torso, licking his cummy nipples as he leaned up to search out
my moaning lips.

	We kissed the way men kiss--not having to be gentle--
not having to be aggressive--a long, wet, tongue-washing
kiss--our lives forever changed.

	The others, too, joined in, somehow finding a place on
those bales--our sweat-sheened, naked bodies merging
together--our mouths moving from one loving pair of lips to
the next.

	And high above in the rafters, the barn swallows sailed
around--their little squeeks and cries adding to the joy of the
moment--to the affectionate, masculine ending of our Sunday
morning session of..... "The Horny Club".

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