Date: Sat, 06 May 2006 12:53:28 -0700
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: "Naked Gymnast Weekend" - Part Three

	After celebrating things with a fresh round of beers, we lay
in one another's arms, the hot tub bubbling--steam rising up
into the cold October night--great big grins on our satiated faces.

	"We're breaking all the rules, huh?" Chico said, finally.

	Tony nodded and chuckled.  "--all the dumb, jock rules!"
He reached out both hands and fondled our underwater cocks.
"If they could see us now...."  he laughed, wagging our big,
languid salamis.

	I gasped at his firm fingers, then dove in and grabbed his,
making Tony jump.  "But you know..." I said, "I can't help
thinking...."  I gradually let go and put my hands behind my
head, looking up into the night sky.

	"....let's NOT think about it, ok?"  Chico said.  "--let's get
something to eat!"

	I reached out and stopped him.  "No, wait...I mean, if
WE'RE breaking all the rules, then hell--we can't be the only
ones...."

	"....I suppose," Tony's eyes searched mine, wondering
along with me.

	"....like if what you say is true--that you guys see all these
boners springing up in the showers...."

	"What???"  Chico laughed.  "--you think David Spencer is
fooling around with someone???"

	I shrugged.  "--wouldn't shock me."

	"Oh, yeah?  Like with WHO?" Chico's smile was so white
when he grinned, his eyes bright with intrigue.

	"Mark Wynn!" Tony hooted.

	Mark Wynn was the most foul-mouthed jock on our team,
always smacking guys on the butt in the shower, making lewd
accusations.

	"No way!" Chico giggled, trying to picture those two
together naked.

	"I'll bet they're getting it on with SOMEONE--just probably
not with each other...."

	"I hate all that hypocrite, two-faced bullshit," Tony said,
staring at us.  "It's guys like Wynn who make guys like David
afraid of being themselves, you know that?"

	"We should have a party!" I suddenly leapt up, water
sloshing over the edge.

	"Seriously?" Chico's cute face lit up with excitement.

	"Sure!  Why not?--we've got the whole weekend, right?"

	Chico jumped up onto the ledge, hip-tossing his banana
cock and big balls around, flinging water all over our faces.
"A naked, hot tub party!"

	Tony grabbed his mocha thighs, pulling him back down.
"Hey! Get a grip, huh?  You know THEM!  They're not gonna...."

	"....if we invite the right guys, it COULD get interesting,
though," I gave Chico's submerged dong a horny tug.

	He grinned and chuckled.  "I know who I'D invite!"  He
looked back-and-forth between us.  "Coach DAN!"

	Tony scoffed.  "He'd NEVER come in a million years,
Chico, you dodo!"

	"I'm not this, what-you-call-it....a dodo!" Chico's eyes
flashed Latin fire.  "He WOULD come!  He has many party
photos on his wall!"  He punched Tony's big bicep wetly.

	"That's true, Tone--he and his jock friends toasting the
camera, looking bombed?"

	".....we aren't exactly his buddies, now are we?" Tony
countered.  "But if we keep it small...."

	"I say six, total--including us," I looked across the hot
tub.  "--six in here is perfect.  Seven's too many."

	"Getting the Coach here is the main thing," Tony said,
playing with his underwater cock and balls.  "He's so fucking
hot, man...."

	"Who would you invite, Chico...besides Coach Dan?"

	Chico gave me a foxy smile.  "Tommy," he said right
away.  "I'd pick Tommy!"

	Tony nearly spit out his beer.  "Tommy, the Equipment
Boy???"

	"He can't be more than sixteen!"

	"Yeah, but he's real cute!" Chico smiled.  "--and more than
THAT...."  Chico paused dramatically.

	"....What???" Tony and I both asked at the same time.

	"...Coach Dan always has him near him," Chico said.  "I've
watched them.  They're like THIS...." he put two fingers together.

	"You lie!" Tony laughed.

	I stared at Chico, then nodded.  "It's true that Tommy's about
the only person Coach has inside his office...."

	"He's not my choice, really.  There are so many on the team
hotter than he is," Chico said.  "--but if Tommy comes, and we
have lots of beers....". he winked at us.

	"....things will get VERY interesting in the ol' hot tub!" Tony
dove his hand down to feel up my cock and balls.

	I laughed at Tony's fondling fingers.  "Okay, then...
that's two.  Now we need a third...."

	"Who would YOU like?" Chico asked me.

	I looked at him, then at Tony.  "You're gonna kill me for saying
this..."

	Tony punched my bicep.  "WHO???  C'mon, say it!"

	I looked at Chico apologetically.  "Mark Wynn," I said lamely.

	"Wha-a-a-a-a-t?" Chico stared at me.

	"You jest!" Tony laughed.

	I drank my beer, waiting out their theatrics.  "I want to see him
lose that jock attitude," I said.  "And at a party with the Coach?
ESPECIALLY if Coach and Tommy are getting friendly?  Hell..." I
snorted.  "...I'd like to see his face when that starts happening!"

	"You want to see Mark get all hot and horny, don't you?" Chico
grinned.

	"I want to see him show his true colors," I smiled grimly.  "He's
smacking butt and bullying guys like David for a reason...."

	Tony smiled a little, getting my point.  "I'd LOVE to see that big
fucker get his!"

	"Wow!" Chico said.  "This is really getting IN-TER-ES-TING!"

	"Now look," I said, "--we three should stick to having say, two
beers each.  We can fill our bottles with water after that so we look
like we're getting bombed along with them."

	"Yes!  That way we'll be sober and can push things in the right
direction," Tony said.

	"I just hope Mark doesn't start getting rough or something,"
Chico sipped his beer.

	"Coach Dan'll nail the bastard if he does," Tony said.  "--or I
fuckin' will!"

	"Okay, good," I announced.  "It's settled.  And now all we have to
do is make the phonecalls!"  I raised my bottle and we all drank a toast
to our plans.

	And as I hoped, all of them said they'd show up--especially Mark--
who kept asking me if I were serious.  It seemed he rarely got invited
out anywhere, which came as no huge surprise.

	And once I'd finally hung up the phone--yelling 'YES!' when Coach
Dan said he'd come--I suddenly realised I was sitting there alone.  And
then when I found Tony and Chico in the spare bedroom--sprawled out
together naked and snoring away--I decided to call it a day, too, and
was pretty quickly snoring naked, right along with them.


			*	*	*	*	*	*

	Interestingly--certainly to Tony and Chico and me--Coach Dan and
Tommy arrived together in the Coach's Jeep.  With Mark Wynn already in
the cabin, we couldn't comment on how relaxed the two of them seemed
as they came up the driveway.  In fact, all Chico and Tony could really do
from then on is throw me meaningful looks.

	Coach Dan sat with Tommy on the sofa in front of the front window
and everyone began talking gymnastics.  I kept busy, playing the host,
and watching how everyone was integrating.

	The 'wild card' in our little party was Mark.  And sure enough, in
Coach Dan's presence, Mark's usual jock attitude withered.  It was
interesting to see him try to find a place to fit in.

	Mark is a masculine, brush-cutted, dark-blond--a beefy-chested,
big-shouldered guy--who either dominates everything, or, failing that
possibility, simply says nothing at all.  And he sat in the armchair drinking
his beer as if he needed it, while his green eyes kept envying everyone
else's relaxed sociability.  And mostly, his gaze drifted from the Coach to
Tommy, and back again.  He seemed envious that the much-younger
equipment boy was so quietly self-assured, sitting right beside the
stud-built, ultra-masculine Coach.

	I myself was pleased at how physically relaxed the group became,
aside from Mark.  The Coach spread his arms out over the top of the
sofa, his hand drifting down to brush Tommy's shoulder.  And it wasn't
long before I was handing out beer number three, while making sure
Chico and Tony received only water in theirs.

	Chico winked at me when he took a swig.  He was appointed to be
the one to push things ever-so-slightly in the right direction once everyone
began loosening-up.  And being the shortest, and therefore the least
noticeable, Chico was still the most sexual guy I knew.  His dick was so
oversized for his height, his beautifully-muscled body seemed ruled by it.
So when Chico saw Coach Dan stretching his arms out on the sofa, he
'upped-the-anty' by leaning back in his plain, wooden chair.

	We traded smiles, because with anyone else, it would have been a
pretty casual thing to do.  But for someone with a basket like Chico's, it
was unmistakeable.  Tony and I convinced the little giant to wear his
threadbare, red Speedos under his jeans, and the skimpy suit shaped
Chico's equipment into a grapefruit-sized mound.

	With his feet stretched-out, Chico leaned the chair back on two legs,
and even as the Coach yacked-on about sports to Tony and Mark, his
eyes drifted over Chico's prominent male bulge.  To his credit, Chico merely
tipped his water-filled beer bottle back, acting as if he wasn't aware.

	The temperature in the cabin began rising.  And with everyone else
guzzling their third beer, Tony casually began undoing some buttons on
his denim shirt.  We decided he shouldn't wear an undershirt, and Tony's
deep pectoral divide was clearly exposed.  And this seemed to grab Mark's
attention.

	Tony had to stifle a smile when he saw Mark's eyes first sneak a peek
at his chest, only to then land on Chico's crotch mound.  Mark coughed a
bit, glancing down at the floor, while absently spreading his legs, trying to
quickly re-adjust his cramped-up jeans.

	In any other situation, all this would have gone unnoticed--but Tony,
Chico and I were orchestrating the whole, sexy, male get-together.  And
for my part, I decided to leave my jean button open after taking a pee.

	There came a natural lull in the conversation because, by this time,
everyone was reduced to talking about golf of all things.  No one seemed
keen on going for beer number four.  And with three in their systems, eyes
were straying all over the place.

	I saw Tommy glancing at my opened jean button.  The Coach
seemed unable to keep his eyes off Chico's bulging crotch, and Mark was
furtively looking at each of our muscular bodies, not sure where things
were heading.

	"Maybe I should open the door," I said, always the perfect host.  "It's
getting too hot in here, huh?"

	That was Tony's cue.  "Call me nuts or something," he said, smiling
and shrugging, "--but does anyone else feel like going for a SWIM?"  He
pulled at his shirt.  "I'm beginning to get sweaty!"

	And THAT was Chico's cue.  "Are you crazy, Rosario?" he falsely
protested.  "--number one, it's pitch dark out there," he nodded towards
the lake.  "And number two, it's in the middle of OCTOBER."  He made a
point of grabbing his crotch, protectively.  "We'd all freeze to death!"

	Coach Dan chuckled a little, his eyes on Chico's bulge-clutching
fingers.  "Didn't you tell us about a hot tub, Jordan?" he looked over
at me.

	I nodded from the kitchen.  "It's out back and ready to go."  I
glanced at Tony, who gave me a quick wink.

	The Coach stood up, his six-foot-two body commanding in its
strength and size.  He deliberately began undoing his belt.  "Well,
hell then, Chico," he said.  "Why worry about it?  The lake will sober
us up some--and the hot tub'll feel great after!"

	As if eager to take the Coach's every lead, Tommy was on his
feet, unbuttoning his flannel shirt and pulling it off.  "Um, I didn't
bring a suit," he mumbled to the Coach.

	"Me, too," Mark Wynn said, looking uncomfortably at everyone
suddenly undressing.

	"So?  I don't have one either," Coach shrugged, "Who cares?
It's night!"

	"Hell," I said casually, trying like crazy not to let my eyes stray.
"We're totally the only ones on the whole lake!"

	Chico dropped his pants, his wornout red Speedo pouch so
frayed and stuffed with sex, it bulged like a threadbare, Christmas
stocking between his furry, muscular thighs.  He quickly got rid of his
T-shirt.

	"Jesus Christ," the Coach said.  "What've you got IN there,
Chico???"

	"--whatever it is, ist's gonna rip through any minute," Tony
complained, playing the game we'd planned.

	"Shut up!" Chico said in mock indignation.  "I can't help it if
I'm hung!"

	"Wow," Tommy said in his high-pitched, young voice.  "--looks
like ALL of you are big down there!"

	Coach Dan was now shirtless, folding his jeans, wearing only a
sheer pair of white bikini briefs.  The pouch was jam-packed with
dick and balls, and his dark pubic hair poked from the out stretched
top.  The fabric translucently revealed the pressed-out shape
of a beautiful, huge cockhead and the weight of all the Coach had
hanging turned his pair of briefs into a bulging thong, impossible
for me NOT to stare at.

	"If you got it, boys, flaunt it," he said proudly.  "We all work
hard for bodies like these."  His eyes lingered over all the solid,
athletic, gymnast torsos flexing in the little cabin's soft lamplight.

	Mark seemed the most embarrassed, sporting an old,
somewhat-frayed jockstrap.  I also noticed that of all of us, he was
the one beginning to show signs of being turned-on.  The hefty
pouch was slightly angular.

	Tony wore jockeys, as did I and Tommy.  Tommy was no
longer feeling exposed, and stood rather relaxed beside the
Coach.  Not a gymnast, his body lacked the power of the rest of
ours.  But making up for it was his knockout chest.  Two,
big-nippled cones stood out from the centers of his mounded
pecs in perky, aroused distension.  It was the only indicator that
the nicely-muscled boy was excited by all the muscled, male
bodies in the room.

	Most teens his age had nothing special to look at while
standing in their jockeys.  Tommy's though, hugged his slim
waist like a second skin.  That's because the pouch was being
pulled down by a fist-sized bundle of family jewels.

	To me, though, it was Chico and Tony who made my heart
pound.  As sexy as the Coach was--with his hair-forested, hunky,
ripped pecs and enormous arms and shoulders--my mouth
watered the second I saw Chico's red Speedo and Tony's
big-cocked jockey shorts.

	To my delight, I saw my best buddies staring back at my
physique and bulging pouch.

	"I guess I should lead the way," I said, filling the charged
silence.  "The yard slopes down to the dock, and the grass
could be slippery from the dew."  I looked at all the muscled
flesh, feeling the raw power of it.  "Do you want me to hand
out some towels?"

	 It was Mark Wynn who unexpectedly stalled things.
"Look," he said.  "--are we really gonna go swim in the LAKE?"
He already looked frozen.  He spoke to the Coach, as if
appealing to a man's sensibility.  "It's pitch dark out there!" he
muttered.

	We were already lined-up, with me opening the front
door.  Frosty air gushed into the room through the screen, a
frigid foretaste of what was in store.  Beyond the porchlight
was a sea of black.

	Coach Dan scratched his unshaven jaw, looking out at
the swallowing, October gloom, feeling the truly arctic air
suddenly washing over his bikini-clad, naked body.

	"I guess we could think about it over another beer,"
he smiled at each of us.  "It might take a little more 'liquid
courage'!"

	Everyone seemed to sigh in relief and move away from
the cold.  Breathy laughs filled the warm cabin.

	"Close that DOOR!" Tony said to me, exchanging a wink
and smile.  And suddenly we were all about to sit around
again--only this time practically buckass naked!

	Everyone's relaxation level seemed challenged by Mark
Wynn's uptightness.  The beefy-chested, big-boned jock
didn't know where to keep his eyes focused as everyone
resumed their seats.  Everywhere he looked there was
masculine muscle on display, and his cheeks were burning
in response.

	"Well," I began babbling away, opening beers like
crazy, "--it's not as 'spooky' as it looks out there," I chatted
out at them.  "Tony and Chico and I tested it out last
night!"

	Chico and Tony gave me warning looks, as if I
shouldn't have revealed that information.

	"--you three are, um, buddies?" the Coach asked,
staring at my full jockeys as I walked towards the sofa
with his brew.

	"Yeah," Tony rescued me.  "We help each other perfect
our routines and shit."

	The Coach's eyes drifted over Tony's tanned, big-pec'd,
big-biceped physique and then down at his snow-white pouch.

	Chico laughed at the Coach.  "Those two want to try
doing floor stuff," he said disparagingly.

	All eyes rivetted on Chico's dark, hair-sprinkled, fulsome
pecs and the prominent, almost-obscene fulness of his
threadbare, red Speedo.  I swear I could see some ballskin
leaking out a fraying hole.

	"It'll kill your lower back," Coach Dan said to Tony and me.
"Guys like Chico--and Tommy, if he ever decides to try it--are...."
the Coach's eyes looked over Chico's tightly-muscled body.
"--well, they're better 'equipped'--lower to the floor," he said,
clearing his throat.

	"Excuse me," Mark muttered, getting up rather quickly to
head for the bathroom.

	Tony got up from his chair.  "I'm not THAT tall, Coach," he
said, putting his entire, six-foot body on display.

	The Coach's eyes really gave Tony's physique a long, careful
examination.  "You aren't just tall, Rosario," he stared.  "--you're
big.  Big everywhere!"  The Coach's gaze was firmly planted on
Tony's crotch.

	Tony laughed, giving his pouch a healthy feel.  "Gee, thanks,
Coach!" he said.  "Coming from you, that's a real compliment!"

	"Hell," Coach Dan said, "I don't know what it is about this
sport, but Jesus Christ," he looked at Tony's male bulge, then
at Chico's Speedo, then at my jockeys, "--it sure seems to attract
boys with big dicks!"

	Just then Mark walked back in, futilely trying to use his
beer bottle to disguise the fact that he was throwing a sexy-looking
rod.  All eyes landed on his unhideable jockstrap.  His lips trembled
in embarrassment as he quickly sat back down in the armchair.
It was totally obvious that the big jock was suffering as Tony stood
before him--hands on hips--his weighty pouch leaving little to the
imagination.

	Chico and I traded worried looks.  If Mark remained this
uptight, the whole party would cave in, and we'd end up talking
about nothing but sports--or worse, start yacking about chicks!

	"--Coach was just saying how everyone on our team seems
unusually 'gifted' in the 'dick department'," Tony said bluntly to
Mark.

	An anxious thrill wnet up my spine.  Leave it to Tony to
confront Mark directly!

	"Yeah," Coach Dan said, chuckling.  "And you're no exception,
Wynn!"

	"You've got a BIG one," Tommy's high-pitched, quiet voice
showed the beer was starting to talk for him.

	Everyone laughed, with even Mark giving an embarrassed smile
at the compliment.  "Well, it seems to want to get even bigger tonight,"
he half-whispered, quickly swilling down his beer.

	"No worries," the Coach said, shrugging.  "When it comes to
being horny, I say it's just stupid to ty and put the brakes on it."
He leaned further back in the sofa.  "Either I'm totally blind, here,
or I'd say we're ALL starting to feel our 'Wheaties'!"

	Mark's green eyes widened.  He drank nearly half his beer in
one swallow.  "I get so embarrassed," he confessed to the Coach.
"I get horny at the worst times!"

	"Well, this ain't one of 'em, Wynn," the Coach said back.  "If
there were chicks here--well, that's a whole different ballgame, huh?"
He ran a large hand over his huge, hairy pecs.  "But hell, we're just
a bunch of guys feeling proud of what we got!"

	Tony smiled at me and sat back down, looking at the Coach.

	It appeared that the fourth beer was the charm--the catalyst
we'd been praying for.  Everyone was becoming loose-lipped and
uninhibited by the minute, and this certainly did include Chico!

	The small, muscular Latino patted his Speedo affectionately.
"I really LIKE my dick and balls," he announced to the whole cabin.
"I look at them every chance I get," he added, with his South
American accent making him sound so innocent and cute.  "I guess
that's why I like seeing what other guy's got!"  He shrugged, and
drank some beer.  "It makes me real horny!"

	There was a very tense, charged silence in the already-electric
cabin.  All eyes were rivetted on Chico's fondling hand.  I myself
thought I was going to have a mini-stroke.  Chico had certainly
bumped things up a few notches!

	Coach Dan was by far the oldest in the group.  I knew for a
fact he was really only twenty-eight--and being the oldest, he held
most of the cards.  Beyond that--besides his age--he was our
Coach and our muscled leader and authority figure.

	I held my breath, wondering what our stud-muscled,
big-biceped, hairy-chested, number one guest would say.

	My eyes grew huge to watch him open his hairy thighs at
Chico and reach down to fumble with his own overstuffed,
practically-translucent, bikini briefs.  "I guess THIS makes you
horny, too, then," he challenged Chico.

	Chico swallowed, his eyes fixed on the sexy display.  "Oh
yes," he managed to admit, "--it really does, Coach!"

	"Oh hell," Coach Dan laughed.  "It's no better n' yours,
or anyone else's, man...."

	"...I don't know about that," Tony said, staring. "It's gotta
be gigantic!"

	"Heck--we're just GUYS," the Coach smiled, drinking his
beer.  "We can't get one another pregnant!  We're having a little
stag party--getting off on what the other guy has to be proud of!"

	He pawed at his chest a little and looked around the room.
"--may as well go with the flow--have some fun being a bunch of
horny, hung dudes with nothing to do!"

	"Wow!" Chico smiled, all teeth.  "We could have a game!
See who's the biggest!"

	Coach Dan shrugged.  "Sure--why the hell not?  I've done
it before...."  He drank his beer, then looked at me.  "You got a
deck of playing cards, Jordie?"

	I nodded absently, my eyes all over the Coach's bikini-fondling
fingers.  "Yeah," I said.  "There's a deck right here."  I went to the
kitchen counter to retrieve the cards.

	"Just pull out a 'Nine', 'Ten', 'Jack', 'Queen', 'King', and 'Ace'
of anything," he said, with everyone listening raptly.

	I did so, my fingers trembling with excitement.  "Okay," I said,
"you want them shuffled, I guess, huh?"  I suddenly needed a real
beer, instead of the water.

	"Yeah," Coach Dan smiled at everyone.  "So here's how it
works, guys...."  He opened his beefy, hairy legs.  "Whoever gets
the 'Nine' goes first....."

	"...um, excuse me?  Goes first???" Mark asked, his voice all
breathy.  "What do you mean, 'Goes FIRST'???"

	The Coach shrugged non-challantly.  "He stands in the middle,
strips of his shorts, and does whatever it takes to get hard...."

	"Holy FUCK!!!"  Mark sprayed beer all over the room.

	"....and then he has to make sure we all get a real GOOD look at
it!"  The Coach looked around at each of us.  "--sound cool to you?"

	"Fuckin' A!" Tony grinned at Chico and me.

	"What do you say, Mark?" I shuffled the cards.

	The big jock's eyes looked nervously at the playing cards, his
face red as a tomato.  "Even if I get the 'Nine', I--I don't think I could
go first," he looked tortured.  "I've never done things like this before."
He rotated his bottle around in his fingers.  "--never in my life!"

	"Okay.  Fair enough," Tony said.  "Let's all just agree that if you
get the 'Nine', we do it over until you get a higher card."

	Heads nodded.  "No sweat," the Coach said.  "The whole point
is to have a little fun, is all," he shrugged like it was just a way to pass
the time.  "I mean, Christ, we're probably gonna end up naked in the
hot tub anyway--and we're already admitting we're horny."

	"Yeah," Tony said, "Now none of us will be embarrassed about
throwing a rod--cuz we're all gonna!"

	"Hand them out, man," Chico grinned.  "And I hope I'M the
first one!"

	"I hope you are, too," Tommy smiled a sweet, beery smile at
Chico.

	It made us all crack up, and my crotch was tingling just going
around letting everyone take a card.  I watched the guys look at
their selection, all of them reacting to their fate.  Only then did I
look at my own.  My heart pounded in my ears.

	Mine was the 'Nine'!!

	Everyone was looking at everyone else, while I set aside my
beer bottle filled with water to then open a real one and take a huge
gulp for courage.

	I walked into the middle of the room to their cheers and shouts.

	"You want to watch me get hard through my shorts--or hard
with 'em off?" I asked, trying to act casual.

	"Off!" Everyone laughed, eyes fixed on my jockeys.

	"I'm glad I still have my tan," I said, looking at each of them
while flexing my pecs and arms.  "We blonds need some color, huh?"

	No one spoke--just stared up at my muscled, big-shouldered,
gymnast physique and nodded mutely.

	I dipped the waistband down with my thumb.  "I'm blond all
over....see?" I showed-off my pubic bush.  "It's the only hair on my
body--so I really dig it!"

	"Sweet!" Tommy said.  "I wish my bush looked like that!"

	Tension-breaking laughter filled the intimate room.

	"And here's my Danish cock," I smiled, getting into the fun of
it.  And I pushed my jockeys down past my low-swinging, blond-furred
balls.

	Approving sighs hit the air.

	"Um, I can't see," Mark said anxiously from his chair.

	I turned to him and pulled my jockeys down to my ankles and
stepped out of them.  Mark's face was beet red as I paraded my
thick, big-headed dork before him.  "You like it, Wynn?" I asked
down at him.

	He nodded.  "It's big, Jordie," his voice was hushed, awed.
"--real big!"

	"Uh huh," I said, "And you staring like that is making it
even bigger..."

	"Holy," Mark said as my eight-inch cock began filling and
bobbing.

	I turned to Tommy, whose blue eyes stared at everything as
if starved.  I dug my fingers down into my cockbush and ruffled
through the soft curls.  "See my nice bush, Tommy?" I asked
quietly.  "Go ahead--feel how nice and fluffy it is."

	Tommy's small hand trembled as he reached forward.  His
little fingers felt sexy as they played in my golden, soft, most-male
of hair.  He seemed too nervous to actually touch anything else,
diving-in to his knuckles, then reluctantly pulling out.

	"You're making my cock get all hard, Tommy," I smiled.
"See that?"

	He nodded, breathing deeply, his eyes glowing.

	I backed up into the room to let everyone watch my fat cock
loll around, and there wasn't a peep as each guy stared at my
naked, horny dick rising upwards in heartbeats.

	"Pose," Coach Dan said.

	Whatever inhibitions I started out with disappeared.  I felt
completely turned-on and horny--lifting my arms and flexing my
abs--feeling my skinrocket erect to full-tilted splendor.

	Wow!" Tommy breathed.

	I walzed my hugeness around the room while flexing my
arms and tits.  My cock felt too good to be true--preening and
pulsing before their appreciative eyes--a throbbing muscle of
pure sex.  I felt terrific--felt like I could conquer the world with
my big, hard cock!

	I'd certainly 'risen' to the occasion.  Very glad now that I'd
been the one to go first, I walked to the kitchen counter, and
rewarded myself by drinking a real, much-needed beer.

	"So who's got the 'Ten'?" I asked, my elbows up on the
counter, my giant erection sticking out at them.

	No one seemed to want to do anything but stare at my
body, making me laugh in appreciation.  But now I really wanted
to enjoy the others getting naked for my own horny pleasure.

	Tony got up from his chair, with everyone murmuring in
approval that he was next.

	The dark Italian's jockeys were obscenely angular in
obvious horniness, and his hunky, six-foot body reflected the
light--pecs gleaming, white jockeys contrasting his mahogany
skin.

	Tony smiled directly at Mark Wynn, who had the look of
a deer caught in the headlights.  "I'm not blond, am I, Mark?"
It was more a statement than a question.

	The beefy, buzz-haired jock shook his head, eyes running
from Tony's narrow waist, up his ab-ladder, across his smooth,
sirloin-slabbed pecs, to Tony's shotput-sized delts.

	"This is Italian meat inside here," Tony said, pushing his
narrow hips out at Mark.  "See?--it's already hard."

	Mark said nothing, his adam's apple bobbing as he
swallowed.

	"Give it a feel, man," Tony said, walking two steps closer.

	Mark hesitated, looking like he wanted to do exactly that,
yet wasn't able to.

	"Come on," Tony said confidentially.  "It's just my cock,
Mark--and you've smacked my bare ass enough times...."

	Everyone laughed nervously, waiting to see what would
happen next.

	Mark took a hurried, yet large swig of beer.  And that
in itself--all the beer he'd drunk, gave him just enough
determination to actually reach his hand up.  Yet Tony wasn't
about to let him retreat quickly, and he took him by the
wrist and plastered Mark's hand all over his white pouch.

	"Oh yeah," Tony said.  "Feel my big, hard cucumber
COCK?  You're making it real real hot, Wynn!"

	From where I stood, all I could really see was Tony's
muscular, round, white-jockeyed ass, and Mark's reddening
face.  And the seated, big jock's mouth fell open as Tony
kept giving him a feel of something very huge, and very
turned-on.

	Tony then backed away, leaving Mark's hand in
mid-air.  "Hey, Coach," Tony said, sauntering over to the
sofa.  "--want to do the 'honors'?"

	"Sure," the muscled stud said.  "No problem!"  And
he brought both hands up to Tony's elastic waistband and
pulled it out and then down.

	"Jesus", the Coach said, his face having to back away
as Tony's giant, naked, mushroom-headed cock lurched-out
in horny, happy freedom.

	Tony's jockeys were bunched around his muscular,
hairy thighs as he showed off his naked, Italian salami.  "You
like my big, hard cock, Coach?" Tony smiled.

	"It's a beauty," he looked at it admiringly.  "--a work of
art, Tone...."

	"Thanks," Tony said, shoving his shorts down, and off
his feet.  "One-hundred-percent Grade A, Italian MEAT,"
Tony lanced it out into space with his tilting hips.

	As much as I'd certainly seen my buddy naked--and
horny--I was breathless over his gorgeous body.  Like me,
Tony was hairless above--his muscles bulging in syncronized
perfection--and hairy below.  The effect was such that your
eyes travelled over his rippling physique to then land on a
black forest of cock-adoring bush.  His enormous rod
polevaulted out of that black, hairy nest like a dark, iron pipe,
capped by a head the size of a baby apple.

	Tony waltzed around, purposely swaying his indignant
weapon out at his admirers, walking up to each of us, and
giving us a close-and-personal view of all the naked dick and
balls we ever wanted--and then finally sat down.

	Everyone seemed to awaken from a trance, while their
eyes remained fixed on Tony's upthrust boner between his
sitting thighs.

	As a reward, I brought Tony a genuine, real beer,
smiling to myself as everyone's eyes then shifted over to stare
at my sything, stiff erection.  "So," I said, winking at Tony--
handing him his bottle, "--who's got the 'Jack'?"

	Mark Wynn looked pained as he stood up.  So pained,
no one dared cause him any additional discomfort, and
seemed to look at him as if he were about to give a piano
recital.

	Now Mark Wynn was big and built.  At five-foot-ten,
his hairless body was powerful and beefy.  His pecs were
meaty, round and mounded, with two, upthrust nipples--
looking like an invisible force were squeezing his tits into
beestung cones.  His abs undulated more than rippled--
and his waist--though not slim--was sexy as hell because
it was hard and flat, yet slightly cushioned instead of
ripped.

	Sexiest of all to me, was his deep bellybutton,
drilled into the middle of his stomach--so deep, I wanted
to poke my cockhead into it.

	"Oh God," Mark whispered, unable to look any of
us in the eye.

	His jockstrap looked ready to come apart from the
pressure of his upthrusting cock--straining to hold in
what was so eager to be let free.  And of course, we'd
all seen Mark's big dick--but never Mark with a fullblown
erection.

	I stared at his amazing twin, soccerball asscheeks--
encased by the straps of his jock, which were stretched
over the round, hard, pink globes.

	In embarrassed nervousness, Mark simply reached
down and pulled his stretched pouch open at the side.
An audible hush filled the room as his uniquely-thick
erection speared in the air, hampered by his binding
jock pouch.

	"Oh, Jeez," Mark whispered, realising he really did
have to get himself totally nude.

	I could see his thick meat poking his belly as he
fought the elastic material down his gigantic,
peach-fuzzed thighs.

	"Oh, NICE!" the Coach said.  "Show that stud cock
OFF, Wynn!"

	Mark seemed to draw courage from the
compliment and put his hands on his hips, flexing his
beefy chest while sucking in his firm, concave stomach.

	A deep nest of soft, brown curls gushed in his
defined vee at the base of his amazing dick.  And in
keeping with the rest of him, Mark's dick was beefy--
a perfect cylinder of erected meat, almost bigger
around in girth than it was tall--a piston-shaped chunk
with a huge, sweetly-pointed head capping it.  And
down below, his furry balls hugged the fat torpedo like
two, suede-skinned peaches.

	Mark slowly moved around to dutifully show his
cock off to admiring gazes.  So meaty and muscular,
it barely moved--simply punched straight up in the
air.  And when he came over to me--the only other guy
besides himself not sitting--our two cocks briefly brushed
together.

	"Oh, God," Mark said, looking at mine and his
nuzzling.

	"You must be proud of that whopper," I said.
"I've never seen anything so big around!"

	Mark tried to laugh in casual appreciation.  "My
hand doesn't even do it," he said with turned-on
excitement.

	"I'll bet," I answered, wanting nothing more than
to try seeing if my fingers could handle its circumference.

	Mark's hard, round bare ass rose and fell as he made
his way back to his chair and quickly sat down to a huge gulp
of beer.  He looked up to see everyone still admiring his
body.  "Um, who's next?" he asked, his face flushed with
pride over having done it.

	Chico showed everyone his 'Queen' of Clubs, then
got up like a sprung tiger.  "See?" he purred happily, "I
kept my happy, sweet dick soft inside here," he patted his
red Speedo pouch.  "It wasn't easy," he added, looking
over at Mark's hard cock.  "But now I'm really, really
horny!" he laughed, tossing his full-sized, male basket
in the air.

	His small hands came up to ruffle the hair on his
chocolate-toned, meaty pecs, then he ran his fingers down
over his hair-feathered, cleanly-defined abs.  He grabbed his
Speedo crotch--framing it with his spread fingers--and
walked over to Coach Dan, showing off his bulging, red
basket.

	"Here it is, Coach," he said.  "And I'm going to rub
it all over your chest!"

	The Coach sat up high to flex his hairy, meaty pecs.
Chico's quad-blessed thighs stood out in bold relief as he
then pressed his hot package into the cleft of the Coach's
swollen, furry mountains.

	"Oh yeah," the Coach muttered.  "I can feel your
big dick all over my tits, Chico!"

	Chico groaned hotly and ran his hands all over the
Coach's pecs, loving their hairy, furry thickness and
lingered a long time over his hot nipples.

	Chico backed-up to give everyone else a view
of his dark, dark body--short and compact and
beautifully-muscled.  "We both got hairy tits," Chico
said to the Coach, "I like that!"

	He pushed the bottom of his tits up with his
hands to show off his super-dark, super-pointy nipples,
then suddenly poked a finger into his hair-swirled
bellybutton, fucking it lewdly.  "Oh man," he sighed,
"I love all this sexy showing-off!"  And in a kind of
smiling ecstacy he began tossing his red Speedo, the
very male bulges of his basket careening around in
the air.

	He ran his hands up the backs of his thighs, as
if dancing to his own music.  "Oh, I'm getting all hard,"
he smiled.  "My cock's so tingly--and so're my balls," he
looked down at his tossing pouch.  "I'm really getting
so horny now, guys!"

	"Jesus," Mark said, his thighs opening-and-closing
in heat.

	"These are my oldest, most favorite Speedos,"
Chico announced.  "See the holes?--see my big balls
trying to poke through?"  He laughed.  "They can't
because they're too BIG!"

	He undulated, his hips flinging his heavy pouch
all over the place.  "They will soon, though," he smirked,
and then reached down to dig his finger into one of the
frayed parts of the red pouch. And Chico smiled at us,
tickling his balls, teasing us.

	Suddenly he just ripped the fabric open--his
half-full, coffee-colored cock falling out, his balls still
trapped inside--laughing and throwing his big wang
around like a sexy, dark banana.  "I love being a little
dude with a huge cock," he said.

	It was totally obscene--his Speedo ripped apart--
his mahogany cock flouncing from the tear.  The
unwieldy thing looked way too large to be slung with
such abandon.  It hit his brown body with thick, meaty
slaps, hardening and aroused--making Chico laugh with
horny pleasure.

	Mark's mouth was slack with passion, his eyes
trying like hell to keep up with Chico's dancing sausage.
The brush-cutted jock was rubbing his naked erection,
too turned-on to care who saw him.

	Noticing this, Chico backed-up to Mark's chair
and bent over at the waist.  This gave Mark an eye-level
view of Chico's perfect, Speedo-encased ass.  "Feel it,
Markie," Chico said over his shoulder.

	No longer so shy, Mark gave the red-suited buns a
firm smack, grinning for the first time all evening.  For
there was nothing he liked better than smacking another
stud's ass, and it seemed to re-awaken his usual jock
attitude.

	"Do it again, man," Chico smiled.

	"Awww, SWEET," Mark smacked the round globes,
leaving his hand there for a while.  "What a hot ass,
Chico," he said while feeling it up.

	Still bent over, Chico reached both hands behind
him, his fingers finding a thin spot in the nylon.  "Have
a REAL good look at it, Markie!" he said, suddenly
ripping the whole seat apart.

	Mark's eyes popped at the sight of Chico's
lightly-furred, naked ass jutting out from shreads of
red material.

	Chico mooned the sexy spheres at him.  "Now
give it another one," he said.

	The firm slap resounded in the room, Mark's
fingers lingering, feeling the swells of Chico's brown,
muscular butt.  "God damn!" Mark said.  "Hot, sweet
ASS, baby!"

	Chico rose back up, the red, tattered suit now
falling limply over the base of his airborne, swollen,
fuck muscle.  There were no Speedos left--his cock
standing at full-tilted attention, looking obscenely
large on his beautifully-muscled, yet still
innocently-boyish body.

	Chico walked the gigantic billyclub over to
Tommy.  It tocked and twitched in an arc before his
hips.  "I can't seem to take this dumb suit off," he
said.  "Why don't you help me?"

	Tommy's blue eyes turned violet as he raised his
little hands to fumble with the shredded fabric.  It
snagged on the flared lip of Chico's fat cockhead,
making Tommy's fingers tremble with excitement.
"Holy Jeez!" he murmured.  "It's--it's so BIG!"

	"Like it?" Chico made it throb, the lights in the
room glinting off the bulbous mushroom head, the
veiny shaft so tight-skinned, it looked ready to split
open.

	"What a pair of BALLS!" Tommy exclaimed,
still trying to free the thrusting rod.

	The cloth fluttered down Chico's furry legs to the
floor.

	"You can touch 'em you know," Chico kicked aside
his shredded Speedo.  "They're real soft and warm,
Tommy...."

	The teen's face turned pink as his fingers gently
probbed the velvety skin of Chico's fat, fleecy, ultra-male
lovesacs.  "Oh, MAN," Tommy whispered, withdrawing
his hand as though it were scorched.

	Chico grinned in horny appreciation and wagged
his enormous dick at the Coach, then walked to Tony,
then me, and finally showed Mark his pride-and-joy. "If
it weren't for this little game of ours," Chico said, "I'd
just do this sexy stuff for you all night!" He watched
Mark staring at his naked, turned-on body.

	He seemed reluctant to sit down--and once he
actually did, his oversized erection almost hit him in the
chin!

	Tommy cleared his throat, then swallowed some beer
and got up from the sofa.  He handed me the 'King' of
Hearts.  And not only was the lithely-built boy with his sexy
pecs hard inside his jockeys, there was a telltale wet stain
spreading over the out-thrusted pouch.  "I'm so turned-on,
I think I'm gonna...." he stammered.

	"Take it slow," Coach Dan said quietly.

	"Oh God," Tommy breathed, feeling five pairs of eyes
on him.

	His coral-pink nipples stood out, erected and taut,
jutting upwards in the light.

	Tommy's muscles were baby-skin smooth, the skin
creamy, like polished marble.  "Oh, Coach," he whispered,
"tell me what to do...."

	"Okay, baby--it's okay," the Coach's voice sounded deep
and gentle.  "Close your eyes--okay?"

	Tommy nodded, squeezing his eyes shut.

	"Now just relax, Tommy," the Coach said.  "--and imagine
you're all alone in the woods..."

	"Okay," Tommy smiled a bit.

	"....and no one is there but you, and the trees...and the
sun is shining on your body through the leaves...."

	Tommy breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling,
looking sexy and relaxed.

	"And, Tommy," the Coach went on, "you're all horny."

	"No kidding!" Tommy smiled, eyes still closed, his
jockeys tented in arousal.

	"You're horny because you just like your big dick so
much--and it's begging you to let it out of your shorts."

	Tommy laughed a little and put his hand down and
pressed his fingers against his swollen boycock.  "OOoooh,"
he sighed, "My big boner!"

	"Yeah," the Coach said, "Feel it?  Isn't it great?"

	"Oh, yeah!"  Tommy said, his voice husky.  "Feels so
hard--so horny!  It's all wet..."

	The Coach sat back, his dark eyes watching every
slight movement.

	Tommy sighed and then--eyes firmly shut--peeled his
jockeys down over the top of his pink, pointy-headed,
sweet-looking hardon.  It was rosey in the lamplight, the
glossy knob glistening with pre-cum.

	He pushed his shorts down to his knees and ran his
fingertips up the straining, skin-blessed shaft, the whole seven
inches looking brand new--right out of the box--surrounded by
a lush bush of sandy-brown hair.  Fat, juicy balls hung in their
luxurious skinbag, coated with whispy fuzz between his hairless
thighs.

	No one made a sound.

	Tommy rotated his hips, letting the jutting pole sway in stiff
counterpoint--a cock to be proud of--very thick around at the base,
tapering up at the top--and crowned by a big-lipped tulip bulb.
Juice pearled at the tip of the spread open lips.

	The boy opened his eyes to see us staring in hushed awe,
and then carefully walked around to give everyone a good view of
his bursting-with-pride joystick.  And I drank in the beauty of his
peachy-smooth, round buttcheeks as he then sat back down
beside the Coach.

	"Good show," Coach Dan said, putting his hand on the
boy's knee.

	"God, thanks!" Tommy whispered, looking like he'd just
conquered outer space.

	"Well!" the Coach said heartily.  "I guess we know who's
got the 'Ace'..."

	My eyes felt challenged, not knowing how to take in the
whole of his wide-shouldered strength and power.  His tiny
bikini briefs hugged his narrow hips, hideously distended by
a cock so hard and so enormous, the colossal head nearly
ripping through.

	"Jesus God!" Tony said.

	Coach Dan brought his arms behind him to flex his
eye-popping triceps, his movement making his distorted
pouch angle outwards like a spinnaker sail in a storm.  And
then he smoothly swung into a double biceps pose--his
arms becoming tremendous boulders--while then swinging
those arms back behind him, clasping his hands just under
his hard ass to flex his tits--the hairy mountains jumping
independently of each other--his fingertip-sized nipples like
a second pair of staring eyes.

	"Holy shit!" Mark said.  "Check out those pecs!"

	The Coach laughed a bit and patted his thrusting
briefs.  "Want to see more?" he teased.

	"I can't stand it!" Chico hoarsely shouted.  "I'm SO
horny now!  So HORNY!"

	The Coach slipped a finger down the inner seam of
his pouch and teased both his hairy balls out, their
lewdly-male potency hanging from the pulled-aside bikini.
Gushes of rich, black hair poured from the exposed gap,
and he patted his gigantic log of a cock.  "You boys made
me get hard inside here--see?" he said, smiling at our
open-mouthed stares.

	And then he just slid both hands down into his
waistband and fanned the material out and over his
Cock-of-Cocks.

	It shot upward above his deep bellybutton, the huge,
blunt-nosed head brushing his hairy abs, while endless
folds of thick, juicy ballskin draped over two rocks the size
of pomegranates, the bulging orbs covered in fleecy fur.

	It simply was the hairest, most erotically-male
display I'd ever hoped to see!

	"Oh, Sweet Jesus!" Tony whispered.  "That can't be
for REAL!  It just can't!"

	The Coach chuckled and seemed almost unable to
pull his briefs completely off--his thunderous cock
stabbing hotly at his tits and abs, looking haughty in its
arousal.  And finally he stood up again and looked at us
staring at him.  "I'm a hairy bastard, huh?" he said,
digging his fingers into his jungle-of-a-cockbush.

	"Sexy as hell, Coach," Mark Wynn muttered.  "Look
at that COCK!"

	"Glad you like it, dudes," the Coach said, waltzing his
incredible Titan around the room.  "--like the rest of you,
it's sometimes embarrassing when it decides to do THIS,"
he waved it stiffly about, showing off its hardness.  "--but
we wouldn't want to trade them in for a smaller model,
now would we?"

	"God, no," Chico stared.

	It was way more male than any of our young cocks--
a man's cock--a he-man's, bigass, Amazon Cock--veiny,
bulging, hair-wreathed, thumping, pulsing COCK!--arching,
preening, throbbing before him like a proud weapon, the
head flared and deep-toned.

	The Coach ran his palms over his hairy, generously-full
pecs, his huge biceps rolling, "Guys like us should be proud of
our big cocks," he said, making his flex hotly at Chico.  "But
you know what really turns me on?"

	"Oh man," Chico sighed, staring, "What, Coach?"

	The Coach dropped his arm and dug his hand into his
thickly-forested vee.  "...a nice fat set of THESE," he grunted.

	"Your balls," Chico whispered, watching the Coach pull
his hairy billiards forward in his palm.

	"Damn right!" he fondled his sexy hang.  "Like 'em?"
he asked.

	Everyone stared hypnotically, watching the huge eggs
tumble loosely around in his large hand, their weight and
size making them fall over the sides like ripe avacadoes.

	"Come on, guys," his voice was deep and quiet.
"Help me play with my big, hairy balls..."

	Chico didn't need a second invitation, immediately
sliding from his chair to his knees, his face only inches from
the furry velvet of Coach Dan's naked, male nuts.

	Tony came over behind Chico--his huge cock wet
and throbbing--and, as he reached out to have a feel of
that stud hang, his own ample bag draped over Chico's
curly-haired head.  This made Chico lift his face to suddenly
lick at Tony's sac, his eyes slitted with passion.

	Tony grunted, then grabbed Coach Dan's purse of
goodies, the bag so full of sex, Tony needed both hands.

	I then came behind the Coach, mezmerized by his
full-sized, beachball butt, my hard cock glancing over the
deeply-divided, solidly-muscular rounds.

	"Oh, yeah," he turned to stare into my blue eyes,
"Rub my big, hard ass!  Rub it with your big, blond cock,
Jordan..."

	I swooned at his words--at the feeling racing up my
torched rod--at the almost feminine softness of that whispy
hair covering those totally-masculine swells, as it caressed
my tingling shaft.  And I drew his narrow hips back with
both hands, sliding my wet, slick tool up his deep divide.

	Chico slurped Tony's balls, the sound wet and
sloppy, and Tony moaned, his cock lurching around, his
hands full of the Coach's fat nuts.

	"Get over here, you two," Coach Dan stared at
Tommy and Mark.  "Play with my big, hairy tits..."

	Mark Wynn looked tortured, his face flushed with
carnal lust, his beercan-sized cock dripping pre-cum
like a spigot.  "Oh Jesus," he whispered harshly.  "I
can't take this sexy shit, man!" he confessed to Tommy,
looking helpless.

	"M-Me, too," Tommy said, moving in to Mark, his
nipples all pink and stiff--his boycock dancing all by itself
in heat.

	Mark groaned as Tommy came closer, then lunged
his face into the shocked teen's pec valley, licking the
buttery skin.  And then Mark latched onto one of Tommy's
hot cones, sucking like a starving baby.

	Tommy's head fell back, his hand reaching out to
force Mark's mouth further onto his sweet tit.  "Oh, God,
Markie," he whispered, his other hand falling down to find
the jock's huge-around cock.

	Mark's hips shot out into Tommy's grip, his whole
body going rigid.  He came off the boy's chest in astonished
surprise, staring at the small fingers trying to encompass his
iron-hard bar.  "Fuck!  You're holding my COCK!"  Mark's
hips pumped into Tommy's massaging hand, pistoning his
hugeness into the boy's inadequate grip.

	We stared at the sight--Tommy's face beet red and
lusty, his fingers unable to grasp it all, and Mark trembling,
his legs bent at the knees--his hips out of control--his balls
slogging below Tommy's challenged hand.

	Mark's eyes flew open, and, just in the nick of time,
the big jock pulled free of Tommy, his cock drooling and
spasming.

	"Take a deep breath," the Coach advised, "We gotta
pace ourselves--the night's still young...."

	Tommy walked his own rockhard erection over to us,
leaving Mark, as he then stared at the Coach's chest.

	"Go on.  I said you could play with 'em," the Coach
sounded gruff, while he flexed his tits.

	Tommy's hand was small and pale as his fingers
combed through the forest of chesthair, and the Coach
flexed his chest outward into Tommy's small palm, feeding
the boy more meaty muscle.  "Smack 'em, Tom-boy," he
growled.  "Get a little rough!"

	Tommy's boycock rode up the Coach's hairy thigh,
massaging itself as his hand experimentally tried to spank
the furry mountains, his slaps sounding childish against
all that power.

	"Get over here, Wynn," Coach Dan ordered.

	Mark's eyes narrowed in lust as he looked at me
shimmying my hard cock over the swells of the
muscle-coach's furry ass--my right arm flung around
his narrow waist, my baby finger buried in the cave of
the Coach's bellybutton.  And I moaned, my face
pressing into the arch of that amazing back, and I
kissed and licked the Coach's tanned skin.

	Tony's cock pulsed at a rakish angle above
Chico's scalp, his balls all over Chico's forehead.  And
Tony was busy feeding Chico the Coach's huge balls
as the little Latino drooled all over the hairy orbs and
sucked each one in turn.

	Mark's cock was a huge piston of upthrusting
heat, the fat head still dripping juice on the floor as
he walked the twitching beast over to the other side
of the Coach.

	"You dig this sexy shit, huh, Wynn?" Coach Dan
looked down at Mark's slippery rod.  "You look ready to
pop your cork!"

	"No one's ever touched my cock before," Mark
whimpered with lust, staring at the Coach's chest.

	The Coach brought his large hand behind Mark's
brush-cutted head and forced the dark-blond jock's
mouth onto his swollen, right nipple.  "Have some hot
tits, Wynn--get into the action..."

	Mark moaned and sucked greedily on the thick
slab, making Coach Dan laugh at the sight of his
boy-lavished body, while locking both biceps around the
necks of Tommy and Mark, forcing their mouths even
further onto his rivet-sized nipples.

	The Coach felt me licking at the broad nape of
his bullneck--my cock wedging up between his
basketball cheeks--and suddenly jerked his face around
to speer his tongue out against mine.  And I moaned
and swordplayed with his, then dove past to nibble at
his earlobe.

	"Oh Jesus, buddy," the Coach husked, "--that's
my spot..."

	Suddenly Chico stood up, coming between Mark
and Tommy, making everyone jockey around for
somewhere to be.  "Get over here, Jordan," the Coach
said to me, "We're all gonna blow..."  And I wedged
myself between Tony and Chico, staring down into a
bouquet of cocks, speering into the center.

	We thwacked those hard cocks, wincing and
moaning--pre-cum spurting out our open-O cocklips,
sleucing over the fat heads--creating a steamy slapping
sound, the aroma of man and boys filling the cabin.
And we locked arms, our hands all over one another's
flexing asscheeks, grunting at our clashing javelins,
thrilling at the sensations rifling up our big rods.

	"Look at all that hard COCK," the Coach
whispered hotly.  And his was twice the size of ours,
barely moving under everyone else's assault, as hips
swivelled and cocks glanced and bruised each other
in a tortured tango of ripe, horny, erected meat.

	"Now dig a hand in and grab the balls of the
guy on your right," the Coach muttered.

	Fascinated and eager, I fumbled my fingers down
beside me and then froze as Chico's hand grabbed my
bag, the feeling too erotic to handle.  "Ohhh," I
moaned, reaching down and finally finding Tony's
warm, furry jewels.

	"Oh, Jesus," Tony's knees bent.

	"My BALLS," Mark Wynn yelled, never having had
anyone clutch his naked rocks before.

	Tommy was fondling Mark's blond-furred sac,
while the Coach was cupping Tommy's.  "Take 'em,
Wynn," the Coach ordered, feeling left out.  And Mark
gasped and moaned, just able to reach his shaky hand
under the tremendous hang of the Coach's furry
peaches.

	The dark-blond jock seemed too turned-on to
know what was happening.  "Oh my god, Coach!" he
shuddered.  "They're huge!"

	"Fuckin' hot--you playing with my nuts," the Coach
husked.  "Give `em a pull, damn it, Wynn!"

	Mark looked flushed and dazed, and when he
yanked those hairy bells, suddenly everyone did the
same, pleasured howls filling the air as balls stretched
and thick boners careened about above them.

	Mark Wynn's hips began jerking around wildly as
Tony pulled the hefty weight of the big jock's blond
lovesacs.

	"Take a cock," the Coach said.

	No sooner did Mark find the Coach's Monster Cock
than Tony wrapped his fingers over Mark's, and Mark's
mouth opened and closed like a fish in a boat, his beefy
body trembling, his nipples bloating like rubber bullets.

	The Coach recognized all the signs and suddenly
used his tremendous arms to part our cock-fisting circle.
And we stood at either side of the Coach and Mark
Wynn--Mark looking like a turned-on naked slave before
a hairy, cock-erected Lord of the Jungle--their two
lancing totems standing at attention, inches apart,
throbbing at one another.  "--'s'matter, Wynn?  No
dude ever played with your dick and balls before?"

	Mark shook his head, his eyes big and nervous.
"N-no, Coach!"

	"Then I'll bet no heavy-hung stud has ever done
THIS to you either," he dropped to his knees and
suddenly licked Mark's piston-sized, mushroom-capped,
dripping cock.

	"FUCK!" Mark shouted, backing up.

	Coach Dan's arms shot out and clamped around
the beefy jock's blond-furry thighs, drawing him closer,
and he stared at Mark's straight-as-an-arrow slab of
drooling dick and blew a stream of cool air over the
simmering, glassy head with its open hole.

	I swear to god I saw steam rising from it.

	"Jesus!" Mark struggled.

	I watched the Coach's large hands slap each of
Mark's asscheeks--watched the Coach's full lips part--
watched Mark's on-fire, big, beercan-sized cock
disappear into the Coach's hot, wet mouth, his
unshaven face buried in dark-blond cockbush.

	Mark howled--his hands clamping over the
Coach's head--his hips driving his cock deep into the
Coach's swallowing throat.  And the Coach sucked
that girth-blessed chunk of cock wetly, his cheeks
denting as he vacuum-sealed the whole thing while
Mark stared and quivered and whimpered.

	Tommy was masturbating like mad--lust
flushing his cupid face--his balls flying, his boycock
bumping and rubbing the Coach's bicep.

	Chico backed his little ass up against my lusty
cock--then bent over, hands on knees--and tossed
those melons of his up-and-down, searing my steamy
meat til it juiced.

	Tony walked his hard dong over to Chico's
bent-over face and swiped his wet erection all over
the little Argentinian's big, Latin lips.

	I stared at the Coach slobbering Mark's
virgin cock--at the in-and-out of that huge dick
pumping the Coach's masculine mouth--at Mark
gyrating his hips, gasping for air, looking lost in
space, plowing the Coach's throat.  "Awww!"  he
shouted hoarsely, "Awwwww FUCKKKK!"

	In agitated alarm, Mark suddenly pulled his
giant, wet erection free, only to watch it lurch
around, cannonading a fountain of cream all over
the Coach's face.

	The spurting throbber reared and bucked,
pumping hot jizz-jets over the Coach's jaw and lips.
And the Coach dove over the flowing cock to take it
back down his throat while Mark's body jumped and
flexed as he shouted obscenties.

	Tommy suddenly froze and then let loose a
gyser of boyjizz onto the Coach's bigass bicep, his
tongue lolling out, making Tony, Chico and I gather
around and fist ourselves over the erotic sight.

	"Que hermoso!!  Es un perro!" Chico shouted,
moving quickly to aim his hot banana at Mark's
rockhard, naked ass, then tensing-up as fountains
of Latin leche roped over those pink, shiny globes.

	I stared in my frantic cock-flogging to watch
Tony take aim, shudder, then groan as his skincannon
flexed to twice its size, then erupt--white cum sailing
out--hitting the Coach's hairy tits and shoulders.

	I felt my balls gather into a leathery bundle, my
cockbush standing-up, electrified, and stared at Chico's
brown bubblebutt in sheer lust, watching my fisting hand
suddenly pump out a pint of gymnast jizz striping Chico's
cheeks--tremors of mind-blowing orgasmn rifling through
my body--my cock leaping in my grip, reloading and
snorting.

	Before I'd even stopped spurting, we were urging
Coach Dan to his feet, Tommy and Mark pushing their
faces into his pillowing, hairy pecs, chewing his nipples.

	Chico fell to his knees, then bent backwards, face
upraised to lick at the Coach's bigass, hairy balls.  And
Tony and I each grabbed hold of his velvet-encased,
iron-hard King Cock--me taking the upper half--pounding
it mercilessly, while reaching around his back to play
with his big, round ass.

	"Awwwh, fuck!" he groaned as I leaned past Mark's
head to tongue Coach Dan's earlobe.  And his juicing
cockhead turned to polished marble as the loose shaft-skin
rode up to kiss the flaring flange, the open mouth issuing a
steady stream of pre-orgasmic candy.

	Chico felt those low-hangers suddenly rise-up into
a leathery, grapefruit-sized purse, warning of what was
about to erupt.  And the little Latin simply bit into the
puckering bag, gumming the sexy skin, making the
Coach howl and quake.

	His hot-and-horny rod swelled and throbbed, the
whole, hunky thing bucking around like a wild animal
til it suddenly turned to steel and exploded.

	"UHHHHHUUUUUGGGH!"  The Coach went into
catatonic spasms of lust, his tits expanding to the point
where Tommy and Mark could only back away and
stare at our Herculean Coach being seized in an ecstatsy
of orgasmic thrills.

	Cum volcanoed out his Titan Missle, splatting
Chico's upraised torso, coating the little Latin's furry
pecs, dripping off his baby-cock nipples.

	"Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh, fuck...I can't stop!--
can't stop cumming!"  The Coach's biceps bouldered
in heat, his giant cock spraying the whole room, his
body rigid in its overwhelming power and potent
release.

	And then we were kissing him, massaging his
muscles even as Tony was heading for the back door.
"Come on!" he yelled, his lolling cock dripping cum
all over the floor as he ran for the hot tub.


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