Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2015 04:01:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: rob styles <stud27ent@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oh, What Males Will Do When IT Gets Hard!

Oh, What Males Will Do When IT Gets Hard!


There are many ways to calm your groin when the urge strikes. You can jack
off, you can connect to another man and do something you both enjoy, be it
manually, orally, by penetrating his manhole , or by letting him penetrate
yours. You may connect with two guys or with three, or more and stage a
real orgy, or finally you can join others in a group specifically devoted
to masturbation, in which everyone either jacks himself off, or jacks off
another guy who either leans back and enjoys having his cock worshiped, or
he too worships yet another guy's cock, for there is something to be said
about holding a hard cock in your hand, or in your mouth.

I heard of such a group and I joined it. We were a bunch of guys, naked
from the waist down, seated on a sofa and on some chairs arranged in such a
way that each of us had a view of the gay porn on the TV screen. Yes, we
all had such a view, but none of us actually looked at the TV. With
numerous hard cocks on display, there was enough to watch live. There was
this trucker, a fortyish fellow with an energetic face and a beautiful
tanned body, not overworked at the gym. He was stroking at a moderate pace,
but must have been doing so for quite some time, certainly from before my
arrival. Suddenly he started moaning, accelerated his stroke and asked for
the cum-bucket, a big spherical glass bowl with a grey gooey liquid at the
bottom. He got up from his chair, his neighbor held the bucket in front of
his piss-slit, and we all joined a chorus of "Shoot your load." Emitting a
loud sound he sprayed in four squirts his man-juice in the bowl. As soon as
he was done, a big smile swept across his face, and he sat down again and
resumed stroking his now flaccid dick.

Right after the trucker had reaped his jizzing reward, a young chubby
fellow, somewhat of a nerd, asked for the bucket and squirted his
transparent cum in it. When done, he put his right index finger in the
bucket and then took it in his mouth to enjoy the taste of his own cum and
of the cum of his predecessors. We all laughed. The chubby guy got up and
went in the bathroom to dress. A few minutes later he was leaving fulfilled
and a bit taken aback by our laughter, though not too sensitive about it,
he must have been used to this kind of reception. In the end, after all, he
had found delicious that taste of well-blended cum.

Barely had the chubby fellow left, than a very handsome Hispanic man in his
early twenties came to claim his place, tense with sexual desire. He had
not removed his black tight briefs through which he was massaging an
imprisoned and yet soft large cock. I turned to him and asked him, "Aren't
you going to show us what is hidden in those briefs?" He responded to my
question by pulling his briefs down to his ankles, taking the freed organ
in his right hand, and giving it a few strokes. It obediently rose to full
size and he gave me an inquisitive look. By this he could have meant, "Is
this big enough for you?" or he could have been inviting me to start
jacking it. I decided that he must have meant the latter and knelt down in
front of him, pushed away his own hand and started stroking that beautiful
big organ. There was total silence in our group, everyone knew this was
something we all like to do. The Hispanic was very horny. He leant back in
his chair and a couple of minutes later announced "I am about to cum." The
truck driver and another fellow, a balding fiftyish gent, got up together
to hold the cum-bucket, each providing one hand for this task, and with the
other beating their meat with the right pressure and speed. The Hispanic's
cock suddenly squirted five jets of hot cum which raced past the bucket and
landed in my face and on the calves of the bucket holders. As if by
prearrangement, everybody started clapping, and the Hispanic feigning
embarrassment took his cock in his own hand, wiped off the cum and offered
it to me to taste. I accepted and the very saltiness of that taste almost
made me cum too. I stood up and started rapidly jacking my hard-on, and the
truck driver put down the bucket and moved behind me. From there he took
over and was jacking me as if he were jacking himself. He also applied to
my cock the right pressure, and the right speed, rested his head on my
shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Please fill my hand with your jizz." It
took less than another minute before I heeded his request and shot a big
load in his hand. Pleased, he smeared it all on his chest and started
caressing his cum-covered nipples. His hard-on was visibly growing and the
Hispanic fellow got up from his seat, knelt down and started sucking the
truck driver off.

In the midst of this so naturally developing sequence of events, the bell
rang and our naked host opened the door to a young, at most twenty
years-old, student at the college of this suburb. He was thin and maybe six
foot tall and rather pale. It was not clear that he knew what he was
expected to do here, but he did know. In no time at all he joined us naked,
and became the center of attention. His cock was some eight-inches long,
though quite thin. Barely had he started to give his cock the kind of
attention it was asking for and well deserved, than the host knelt down
before the student's seat and took that long cock in his mouth. Given its
size, he had no difficulty deep-throating it, and this elicited a sequence
of extreme pleasure moans from the student. Obviously unaccustomed to such
marvels, the student came in the host's throat.

I asked him whether he had come out as gay. He answered that he was not gay
just "bicurious."  I could believe that he was bi, but, come on, it was
rather clear to us all that he was well enough versed in this marvelous way
guys pleasure guys, that whatever curiosity he might have had when he
started enjoying the cocks, mouths, asses and hands of men, must have been
dispelled by now. To make his status clear to all of us, he mentioned that
he was engaged and was going to get married in two weeks to his father's
boss's daughter.

"Have you fucked her already?" I asked him.

"Yes!" he forcefully answered, but could not hide the laughter that
overcame him.

"What do you prefer, her cunt or to suck a hard cock while someone jacks
you off?" I went on.

"That isn't a fair question, because when I fuck her, I shut my eyes and
imagine I have a cock in my hand. If I couldn't hold on to this fantasy, I
would lose my erection, and be embarrassed. The cunt itself leaves me
cold."

"Isn't that a precarious foundation for a marriage?"

"It is, but once I sire a child, I will divorce her. I'll invent a good
reason. Then I'll move away to where my parents lose touch with me and
enjoy the good life with lots of beautiful cocks. Now, if my father knew,
he would shoot me, believe me. He owns a gun." At this confession his
demeanor changed and tears came in his eyes. I walked up to him, pulled him
close to me, hugged him and gave him a deep kiss. Our tongues fought the
battle of men's pleasure. I had him bend over the table on which the
cum-bucket had been placed with the by now higher cum level, and I started
fingering his hole. From his excited pleasure-expecting reaction to this
gesture, it was clear to me that this "bicurious" fellow's manhole was far
from virgin. I pushed my hard cock in it and he tightened his ass and was
moving it receptively. The truck driver knelt down, took the student's hard
cock in one hand, while rubbing himself with the other. Our host started
spanking the student's bubble butt. After some ten minutes of this action,
I pulled out and the Hispanic fellow pushed his hard-on into the student's
ass. I was rubbing my hard-on and the host and another member of the group
came to me and together started licking my shaft. Give it another five
minutes and cum was flowing, everywhere, even the cum-bucket spilled, it
was a real flood. It was the joint ecstasy of males, it was what cocks
ultimately harden for.