Date: Sat, 20 May 2006 18:16:06 -0700 From: posingstrap@hotmail.com Subject: "Naked Gymnast Weekend" - Part Five Before I knew it we were all stumbling down the hall, out onto the deck and sloshing back into the hot tub. The hot water revived my flagging cock, the nerves so shorted from Tony's tight ass that I couldn't handle the overly-sensitive feelings. Only Mark and the Coach stood there with fullblown erections--not having had the chance to unleash their loads--watching us wobble about in a post-orgasmic stupor. And even when Chico, Tony, Tommy and I finally sat on the edge, catching our breath, the Coach and Mark still stood defiantly in the middle of the tub, cocks proud and twitching in their neglect. "Looks like it's just you and me, pal," Coach Dan said, eyeing Mark's beefy, hot-nippled pecs. Mark nodded while massaging his very pink butt tenderly. The Coach noticed the brush-cutted jock's rueful eyes as Mark stared at the biggest, most fearsomely throbbing, vein-roped erection he'd ever seen in his life. "Don't worry, Wynn--I'm not gonna fuck you," the Coach said quietly. "I just want to blow my wad." Mark seemed to physically change, his muscles relaxing even as his tube-steak-of-a-cock swelled excitedly at the Coach's reassurances. "What do you feel like doing?" the Coach asked. "I mean, we both need to unload, here....and these boys've already had their fun..." "I dunno," Mark breathed, looking worshipfully at the Coach's massive, hairy pecs. Coach Dan didn't wait for Mark to finally make a move--he simply locked an arm over Mark's bullneck, leaned down and took in half of Mark's face with his mouth. Mark groaned and sucked Coach Dan's tongue, his hands reaching up to squeeze all the thick pecmeat he ever wanted to grab. I watched their rigid cocks thump together, the sensations rippling through their muscular bodies. And the Coach then mashed Mark's face down between his mountaneous pecs, making me envious, hearing Mark's muffled groans. "I fucked that big, hairy ass," Chico murmured, as if he couldn't believe he'd been given the honor. "How was it?" I asked, still overwhelmed by having just fucked Tony's. The Coach was dry-humping Mark's abs, his asscheeks flexing and parting to show us his furry crevace and bull-sized balls. "What do YOU think, man?" Chico looked ready to go for it a second time. Mark somehow managed to climb out of the Coach's arms, and quickly came behind him, turning him til we could see Mark's hands feeling-up that overly-muscled torso--jostling the Coach's meaty tits, running up-and-down his furry abs--digging-down into that thick pile of cockhair to tease the Coach's fully-erected, horse-sized cock in our direction. "Oh God," the Coach swooned at us. "Look at you boys--sitting there staring at my big, hard dong!" Mark reached under and grabbed the Coach's balls from behind his husky thighs, fumbling them at our eager eyes. "Awww, SHIT," Chico stood up, his banana-sized cock flopping around half-full in the turquoise glow of the tub. The Coach rubbed his big ass against Mark's hot meat while smiling at Chico. "You look about ready to fuck me again," he said, watching Chico's hose bob higher, stiffening as it bounced. Chico swayed his small hips, making his unwieldy salami look even more obscenely male. "You liked it, huh, Coach? Liked having this South American cock up your big ass?" The Coach was too proud to answer, but his dark, glittering eyes said it all. Hearing this, Mark wasn't about to give Chico the chance. He angled his hips to suddenly peel the Coach's still-slippery asslips apart. "UNNgggh," the Coach's torso bent forward, his mouth slack. "What th' fuck.....?" "Oh, Jesus!" Mark moaned, his face looking as stunned as the Coach's. And we watched the blond jock's hips sink half his abnormally-thick cock into the Coach's juiced-up butt. "GodDAMN, Wynn!" Agony seemed to grip the Coach's features, making his Herculean muscles flex. Unable to stop himself, Mark's hands gripped the Coach's narrow hips and drove home the whole of his porkroll rod. "Holy smokes!" Mark's eyes were huge. "My cock...it's...." "Don't move!" the Coach ordered, jerking his head around at Mark. "You're ripping me in fuckin' HALF!" For a minute no one seemed to know what to do, least of all Mark Wynn. He stood behind the bent-over Coach, staring down at his dark-blond bush mashed against the swells of the roundest, most muscular ass on the planet! Only Chico seemed confident as he came down into the tub to brush his lush, full bag of nuts over the coach's uplifted face. "Here Coach--have some big balls to play with!" "Oh YEAH," the Coach licked at the chubby, furry hang of soft, tender skin. Chico bent his rigid cock down to wipe it all over the Coach's tanned brow, his legs trembling excitedly. And the Coach began snuffling and slurping, while his ass slowly started milking Mark's buried dork. "Oh--oh God," Mark whimpered, watching his turgid rod reappear, then slowly disappear again. "Now, FUCK me!" the Coach said, his face buried in Chico's Latin balls. For a minute Mark looked dazed--like he'd gotten himself into a position he couldn't handle. But then his jock body took over, his hips shovelling that needy, seeking, whopper-of-a-cock in-and-out of the Coach's swallowing, greedy asslips. And Mark threw back his head and hollered incoherently, his hips settling into a sexy rhythm. The lusty jock broke into a devilish grin, disbelieving his luck, beginning a lewd tango with his lower body--rotating, spiraling, dancing his rigid chunk into the ripe swells of that full, round, furry beachball. Tony kept eyeing Chico's own swivelling ass, his Italian meat growing thicker between his husky thighs, while Tommy sat on my other side, staring open-mouthed at Mark's carnal, wanton hip action. I couldn't help but reach over to play with Tommy's swollen nipples, which grew like ripe berries when I thumbed them. And the cute boy smiled at me, then reached his hand down to pet and play in my super-soft, blond cockbush, making my whole crotch tingle with excitement. Tony climbed down to glide his hard cock along the slice of Chico's ass divide, while Chico watched the Coach licking and kissing his cock and balls. And without giving Tony a word or a nod, he backed-up and bent over, spreading his tight cheeks for Tony. This made Chico and the Coach begin a slow, wet kiss, as each of them offered up their willing ass. And Tony wasted no time, pausing only to let a drool of spit fall onto his cock before spearing the huge thing inside Chico's perfect, pert butt. "Awwwh, SWEET!" Tony grinned over at Mark, who responded by giving the Coach's ass a ringing smack. And the two began fucking like they'd done nothing else their whole, entire lives! By this time, Tommy and I grew far too hot to simply watch. Not really sure what I was doing, I pushed him backwards onto the decking, then dove down to suck his hard, pink, sixteen-year-old cock. Not wanting to deprive him, I swung my lower body up over his face, dangling my heavy balls above his eyes. And the next thing I felt were his sweet, cupid lips trying to stretch over my super-sensitive cockhead. Soon we were moaning along with everyone else, our throats stuffed with cock, our heads swinging up-and-down between our spread thighs. I paused in my cocksucking to crane my neck back to catch the action inside the tub--watching Mark and Tony's hips pistoning-- their balls flopping and slapping Chico and the Coach's asscheeks. And the two stud-fuckers leaned way over the Coach and Chico to wage tongue-tip battle. Tommy shifted his mouth to try swallowing my heavy balls-- laving them with his saliva--and I groaned and mindlessly dove down to slobber his own juicy boyballs, the sweet nuggets sliding into my mouth like rock candy. Water began sloshing the sides of the tub, signalling a fury of heady, lust-crazed fucking. And not wanting to miss it, Tommy and I got up side-by-side on our knees--reaching our hands over to fist one another--watching Mark go into convulsive shock, his mouth opening in horny wonder, his face turning red, his chest expanding, as his hips simply locked upwards against the Coach's hard, round ass. Seeing this, Tony began pumping like mad into Chico, until the big Italian stud suddenly quaked all over, shuddering, gasping, and then flooding Chico full of his hot, thick jizz. The gusher oozed out the base of Tony's cock, dribbling over Chico's balls to fall into the swirling tub. Chico rose up, Tony's rod still deep inside, and pumped his rigid banana over the Coach's uplifted face. Howling with fevered joy, the little, muscular Latino's dark body rippled and flexed as thick spurts of cum roped over the Coach's open mouth. Tony levered his hips as Chico shuddered against him, his hands toying with Chico's chesty nipples, chewing at his earlobe. Ripe as Tommy and I were, the utter maleness--the athletic, carnal display of flogging balls, flying jizz and heaving, muscular bodies--made us do nothing other than stare as we jacked, our excited rods drooling pre-cum all over the deck. The quartet in the tub fell into the water in post-orgasmic, panting gasps--all except the Coach, who once again stood there with a stallion-sized, neglected erection. And his massive body glistened with sweat, his chesthair matted against his killer pecs, nipples bloated with lust, his cock looking twice its enormous size. "Goddamn it," he glowered, looking right at me. I blinked at him, wondering what I'd possible done to warrant such a look. "I suppose you think it's probably YOUR turn to fuck my big ass, too, huh, Jensen?" he said. "--everyone else has!" I shook my head dumbly, looking at his roaring hardon and cum-swollen balls. "I can't blow off with a cock up my butt..." he growled in frustration. "--don't worry," I interrupted, reaching my arm out, hoping he'd come over. He looked at me--so handsome in his upset-- first ducking under and washing himself clean, to then sythe his gigantic, naked rod towards me. I stood up to greet him as he came up out of the water onto the deck. "Do you, um...you want to fuck ME, Coach?" I asked, trying to hide my nervousness. Coach Dan tossed a wet curl off his brow, and backed-up so that both of us could openly view the truly Olympian proportions of his gargantuan piece. "Maybe a guy like Wynn thinks he can plow a guy's ass without asking," he said quietly, "...but let's face it, Jensen--as built as you are--" he looked at my solid physique admiringly, "--we both know you aren't gonna be able to handle this Bad Boy up your rearend!" I breathed out a sigh of relief. After all, I WAS still a virgin-- Tommy and I being the only ones left who hadn't yet been skewered. "I could try, though, Coach," I insisted gamely. His tremendous cock swelled at my words. "Aww, fuck," the Coach said. "--just you saying that makes me go nuts, man." A burble of clear syrup juiced out his big, open cockhole, then dripped off the lip of the giant, flanged head. "I'm so horny for you, Coach," I whispered. "You're so beautiful, all hot and hard like that!" "Jesus Jensen, you hot stud! FUCK," he said, his voice so deep and ballsy. "Play with my big rocks, man. Do whatever the fuck you want. Just don't..." I looked at his swaying, ultra-male beauties and nearly did reach down to have them in my tingling fingers. But then I glanced at Tommy, Chico, Mark and Tony. "Hey, Coach," I said so that only he would hear, "--how about we go inside? Just you and me...." "C'mon," he grabbed my bicep and a towel. All the beer we'd drunk made it seem not quite real. And soon we found ourselves looking at the king-sized bed in my parent's master bedroom, the little lamp on the dresser throwing obscene shadows of our two, lancing erections all over the pine walls. The Coach looked into my blue eyes, then back at the bed while towelling himself dry. "It's okay, Coach," I said. "You just lie down," I pushed him gently. "It's time someone did more than just fuck your ass..." "Oh, yeah," he sighed--easing his two-hundred-thirty-five pounds of pure muscle on the bed--lying there on his stomach, while I went in to retrieve the oil. Straddling his amazingly slim hips, I lowered my heavy balls to brush sexily over his furry, basketball-ass. The hair on my big nuts skimmed the silky, black down along his cleft, sending horny shivers through both of us. His beefy body was so warm and inviting against my spread thighs. "Oh, your BALLS," he sighed. "--all over my big, hairy ass!" I flopped them across those muscular globes--making my hard cock buck and lurch in the golden light--then sat back in the saddle and drizzled oil up his muscle-indented spine, and into the sexy Y at the top of his full cheeks. Using both hands, I leaned into the sweeping fan of his enormous back, my fingers luxuriating in the play of his pliable muscles. "Oh God, Jordie," he whispered, "--feels so fuckin' good, man!" "Big stud Coach," I husked, really pressing my weight into the power under my slippery hands. "--letting me feel up your naked stud body." And I worshipped the fanned beauty of his incredible lats, then dug my fingertips down inside the warmth of his cavernous, hairy pits. His ass squirmed under my weight, the erotic hills thumping my balls. And I dribbled oil on my fat nuts, then flopped them all over his beautiful round butt, grinding my hips, then riding my slickened cock up the valley of his back. "Jesus, Jensen," Coach Dan whispered hotly--and suddenly he was rolling over beneath my spread thighs--my big-headed rod arching above his twin, hairy pecs, his handsome face staring up at it. "What a stud cock," he said, his warm breath washing over its oiled-up length. Unable to speak I was so turned-on, I leaned forward to push his thick pecs together, then rode my slippery dork down into the hairy divide. We both moaned, his head lifting from the pillow to watch my cockhead tunnel between those meaty mountains. And I levered my hips til my bulbous, glistening cock bumped his cleft chin. "Oh yeah," he sighed, staring cross-eyed at my mushroom headed seven incher. Knowing what he wanted, I slid my knees into his armpits to then drop my hefty balls all over his full lips. And he licked at them, electrifying the blond fur, making the velvety skin gather up into a puckered fist. My breathing quickened--the Coach shifting down to lift his face up into my spread ass, planting a wet, suctioning liplock over my hole. And I moaned--using my hands to spread my round butt further over his slurping mouth, til he suddenly speared his muscular tongue right into my tender, clenching, cherry ring. "OOOhhh," I groaned, tossing my head, reaching back behind me to find and squeeze his enormous fuckpole. He jumped under me--his tongue diving deep--and I howled in pleasure, making him suck my tiny slit til it began opening and closing in heat. "Oh, FUCK!" I yelled hoarsely, sliding down his furry body to bump my ass into his blunt-nosed whopper. "You gotta, Coach-- GOTTA," I trembled, reaching back there to aim his monster dick at my needy hole. "Jesus," he stared at me. "Where's the oil?--don't you know?...you can't just..." I frantically twisted my torso to find the bottle--nearly emptying it over his crotch and my ass--and with him fumbling down to prop up his slippery, ten-inch meat, I rose up on my haunches. "Yeah," he smiled grimly. "That's it--ease your way down on the fucker!" I panted, wanting nothing more than his Cock-of-Cocks up my ass. I mean, after all, if his tongue felt that good....... My eyes bulged--my face turning scarlet--sweat beading on my brow. It felt like a motherfucking ear of corn! "Breathe, Jordie, Jesus," he whispered up at me. "Pretend you're taking a dump--it's the only way--squeeze out as I push in..." I expelled my lungs and pushed out my asslips, then simply sank onto his oily, pulpy knob. My teeth gritted at the searing pain, but I refused to stop. And that baby-apple-of-a-cockhead popped me wide open, til my firey ring clamped over the first inch of his forearm-thick shaft. I trembled, staring down at him for reassurance. "J-J-Jesus Christ," I panted. "Jesus GOD...." "Take it slow, baby. Holy Christ, but you're tight!" All the beer on earth couldn't numb the pain, yet lust alone drove me down further. And then Chico was suddenly in the doorway. "Santa Maria!" he said, staring at us. "Oh God, Chico," I said. "Oil me up back there, man!" The dark, little man's banana cock slapped his tumbling balls as he quickly grabbed the oil and poured it over my skewered ass. "That's it, Jordie," he said. "Just work your way down...." He massaged my lower back while I willed myself to relax. And a warm, unexpected glow ringed my overwhelmed asshole, making me take several more inches. "Wow," I said. "I'm doing it!" "You okay, Tiger?" the Coach looked hopefully up at me. I nodded, smiling weakly, then squatted-down with heroic effort, to suddenly feel his cock nearly enter my throat. "Ohmygod," I gasped, feeling his cockbush brushing my cheeks. The Coach let out a shaky moan, so deep and full, the walls vibrated. Chico stood beside me, his soft salami-of-a-cock beginning to thicken and bob before my eyes. "Oh, yeah, Chico," I smiled, my face draining of blood. "Handle that piece of yours for me--take my mind off things..." I stared at his beautiful, deeply-tanned, black-bushy vee--at his thick, cucumber cock as he fingered its heaviness for my pleasure. "Want it?" he whispered, trying to distract me from the obvious. "Oh yeah," I stared at his naked, low-slung, swaying bag of balls--and as I reached-out to cop a feel, I rose up--half the Coach's buried cock sliding out of my ass. "OOOooooh," I moaned, as waves of warmth tingled my asshole. "Oh Jesus," the Coach head was tossing on the pillow. "--you're fucking my fuckin' COCK!" It felt amazingly good all of a sudden, making me rise up til I felt the lip of his crown resisting my clenched hole. Then, forgetting Chico's offering, I excitedly sat all the way back down. "UMPH!" I gasped, my eyes popping to feel his hugeness tickle my guts. I then knelt down, straddling his sides to find a new position. He was moaning--his face full of awe. "No one's taken it before! NO one," he said. "Only you, Jensen--Jesus...." Wanting more than ever to please him--and me--I kept sliding up-and-down, amazed at the incredible warmth--the erotic gushes of tingling heat deep inside my bowels! His bludgeoning cockhead battered something I didn't know I had inside me, making my own cock thicken-up between my legs. "Play with my dick," I panted down to the swooning Coach. "--make it all hard." And I kept up my self-propelled fucking--loving the power of a huge cock up my cherry ass--as he cradled my swinging balls, and fondled my swelling rod. "Gimme some cock, man," I stared at Chico. "I'm so horny-- so fucking horny!" My thighs swung my body up-and-down over the Coach's enormous bulldick. And I yawned my mouth to suck Chico's beautiful chorizo as he kneeled on the edge of the bed. My rhythmic swings made Chico's cock fuck my sloppy mouth--made my balls flop across the Coach's hairy tits--made my own cock fuck his oiled-up fist. And my hands reached down to grab all the hairy pecmeat I could get, while the Coach muttered his lusty praise. "--thought I'd died and gone to heaven when you took me down your throat," his dark eyes were full. "--know how many guys've swallowed my whole cock, man?" I shook my head against Chico's mouthful. "--NONE--not even Steve," he fisted my hot hardon. "--and goddamn it, Jensen--you're the first to take that thing up your ass, too," he said, his face flushed with joy. "--never fucked nobody-- ever! Oh, they're quick enough to plow MY ass, man--but soon as I try to return the favor...." His eyes grew black and liquid. "Jesus, Jordie...." He seemed to choke-up all of a sudden, making me reach down--even as I kept-up my rhythm--to run my thumb over his sweet, lush lips. And he sucked that thumb of mine into his hot mouth. Sucked it like a big hard cock. And that seemed to trigger things. His hips began pistoning my heated ass, plowing his torched-out, brute-of-a-cock deep inside. And I had to pop Chico's thick dick out of my mouth as I bounced on the bed, grunting. The Coach's face went slack with passion, his head tossing, his nipples distended, his abs flexing. And I anchored my hands on the giant boulders of his biceps, driving my butt down as his hips sailed up. The room filled with slapping sounds, the aroma of muscle and baby oil rising in my nostrils. And Chico couldn't help himself and flogged his huge erection wantonly in my panting face. I stared at it while the Coach kept fisting my syrupy rod, my ballbag smacking his tits. And we moaned, then groaned, then babbled. "Cock--hot cock--up my ass!" I panted. "Makes me.... Jesus!--oh, Jesus, Coach! COACH!" I suddenly sat on his hips, his incredible club swelling in my steamy ass. And my own hips tilted upwards as a current of over-the-brink lightning jittered up my trembling, hand-squeezed cock. A flood of cum blew into the air, hitting the headboard. Coach Dan shouted, his cock expanding, lurching in my guts. And a fountain of warmth glugged into my ass, filling my guts, my hard cock pumping more cream. Chico shuddered and splatted my face with ropey cum, his cockhead purple, his big balls flopping. Shouts filled the cabin--the bed squeeking, our bodies seizing--and there was jizz all over the place, the room steamy with the smell of raw, male sex. And I fell onto the Coach's chest, licking my own cum off his chesthair, shuddering over his big, fleshy tits. And he was kissing my damp, blond head, his big arms cradling my body. Chico shook his juicy cock over us, panting, unable to speak. "Oh, Jordie," the Coach finally moaned, kissing my hair. "Oh, baby, baby," he crushed me with those football biceps. I buried my face in his meaty pecs, their hairy power all I needed, all I craved. And his fat cock popped from my hole, sending a final tremor through our bodies. Cum oozed out my stretched butt, coating my balls, and my asshole felt hot and cold altogether. And when I finally looked up, Chico had left. "Jordie?" "Yeah, Coach?" "No, baby...not 'Coach', ok?" He leaned up on his elbows to kiss me. "Just call me Dan," his full, soft, male lips pulled at mine. ******************************************************** posingstrap@hotmail.com