Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1998 10:11:59 PDT
From: Derek D <derekdiq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tensome

A real live person. That is why there are probably coding errors in it.

This is a pornographic story about ten consenting adult males who meet on a
train and have sex.

pornography, gay, orgy

This is a completely fictional story of all male sexuality. If you do not
want to read such a story, you should stop reading and think about how you
ended up here. If you did not want to read another of these disclaimers --
too bad, you just have. Do not read the story if it is illegal at that
particular location. Take it home with you instead, since it is pretty
long. Use a disk. Your own disk. Do not steal a disk. If the law in your
country or state considers you too young to have sex, remember that reading
is not sex. Words cannot legally be banned in any free country. Always,
always practise safe sex, unlike the people in the story, who are imaginary
and thus never get sick unless otherwise indicated. This story is free for
all. It should not be distributed for money. No one may charge you money
for it. Copyright Derek Diq 1997. Feel free to mail me with comments or
questions at derekdiq@hotmail.com. Just keep it real.

				  Tensome
			       by Derek Diq

       The train came to a halt. Looking out of the windows on both sides,
none of the guys could see why. On one side there was only the steep
mountain side, on the other was just a vast field of snow. They had stopped
in the middle of nowhere, on a snowy slope in Siberia. The train did not
move.

       Since there were only eight passengers on the train, the staff had
only prepared one compartment for daytime use, by opening the wall between
two night compartments and turning the beds into seats, leaving the other
ten night compartments unchanged. So the guys all ended up in one room.
Some had been sleeping for most of the afternoon, but some were talking and
playing cards. Now they wondered what had happened.

       24 year old Kaveem was in one of the bathrooms at each end of the
car, shaving. He felt the train slowing in and stopping, and held the razor
away from his chin before the impact of the brakes shook the car. The sound
of metal against metal, then silence.

       Kaveem looked at his face in the dirty mirror, posing, admiring his
own handsome looks, stretching the skin to see if he had missed a spot. His
skin had a dark hue that hinted to his origin in southern India. He had
removed his shirt to avoid getting it wet. It was extremely cold outside,
but inside all the electric heaters were on, making the railway car nice
and warm.

       Checking his left cheek he got an idea. He took the can of shaving
gel and raised his left arm, ruffling his long hair and pulling the hair
away from his dark brown eyes as he put his hand on the back of his head
and held it there. He looked in the mirror at the tuft of wiry, very dark
brown hair in his armpit, then applied the gel. It felt cool against the
moist warmth of the armpit. Kaveem put the can down and massaged the gel
into the hair with four fingers of his right hand.

       Without rinsing his hand he grabbed the razor and started shaving
away the smoothened, soapy hair. There was quite a lot of it on the edge of
the sink when he was done with both armpits. Not wanting to block the
drain, he put the hair in the waste basket and covered it with a paper
towel. He didn't want any of the other guys to start joking about it.

       As he was looking at the result in the mirror, comparing his
naturally smooth chest with his newly smooth armpits, hands on top of his
head, his hair reaching his naked shoulders, there was a knock on the door.

       "Hey! You fall in? The other one's busy too, and I really, really
need to go!" Mitchell banged on the locked door. Kaveem put his shirt back
on in a hurry and opened the door. The redhaired American looked at him
with a smile that Kaveem would have recognized if he hadn't been in such a
hurry to leave.

       Mitchell shut the door but didn't lock it, just in case, but Kaveem
was already back in his seat. Markku, N'Komo, Ernando and Paolo were
playing cards, and Kaveem joined them after the next deal.

       Mitchell unbuttoned his jeans and took out a fine piece of cut meat
. Aiming at the bottom of the bowl, he let out a strong jet of hot urine
that made a foaming sound when it hit the water. When he was done, he let
the remaining few drops leave the slit in his cockhead, shook his
full-sized penis and put it back in.

       Taking a piss always reminded him of shooting a load, something he
had done often during the 27 years of his life. The way the urine makes the
nerves tingle when it rushes out through the member, the way it looks as it
gushes out. Mitchell felt himself grow harder as he thought of it.

       He opened the door and went back to the others, keeping his legs
wide apart as he strode along the hall, so that his erection wouldn't be so
obvious. Before he opened the door to the compartment he decided to turn it
upwards and let his broad belt take care of hiding it, just in case. He
didn't notice that the bottom button in his fly had opened from the
straining cock beneath. There was no opening, and he was wearing underwear,
but that undone button still added to his already striking apperance,
making him look even sexier.

       As Mitchell entered, the others were playing cards. By now Kaveem
had joined the game, and Mitchell sat down to do the same. On the seats
next to each other he saw Josh, the Israeli guy, and Liu, the Korean, fast
asleep. Josh's head had rolled to his left, and Liu's had rolled to his
right, so they were only inches away from each other. Mitchell thought they
looked like a couple. That thought made his cock stir again. He turned his
eyes to the cards.

       Josh had gone to sleep first. He was wearing blue denims and a faded
grey sweater. His very short, curly hair had a light brown nuance that
somehow seemed to match his green eyes. He was 26 years old. Glancing at
him from time to time and liking what he saw, Liu decided to get some
excuse to sit himself next to him. After adjusting the luggage on the rack,
he sat down casually next to the boy of his interest.

       It felt nice just to sit there, relaxing, watching the others
playing cards, watching Josh sleep, watching Josh's denim clad crotch move
as he dreamt, quickly looking away again... Josh put his right hand over
his now bulging crotch, as if to hide it, but then Liu saw that he was
actually squeezing his balls very carefully in his sleep.

       An erection was beginning to tent out Liu's chinos, so he put his
left hand over his own crotch and pretended to go to sleep too, tilting his
head towards Josh, both to get closer and to see more of those great thighs
and knees and the creases where Josh's groin started. Nothing helps falling
asleep like pretending to sleep. After a little while the 23 year old
Korean slipped into a wonderful dream, still covering his hardon with one
hand. It looked perfectly innocent.

       While Kaveem and Mitchell were out of the compartment, there were
only four guys playing cards. Markku, 29, from Finland, was a gigantic
blond hunk who stood 6'5" tall. As if to match him, there was a 28 year old
Black nobleman called N'Komo, who was from Nigeria. He was 6'3" tall. The
two men sat opposite each other, knees touching at times. Markku sat on the
seat and N'Komo sat on a chair that they had borrowed from the cafe, with
his back to Liu and Josh. To Markku's left sat Ernando and Paolo.  Ernando
was 24 years old and came from Colombia. Paolo was 25, from Portugal.

       Next to Markku's blond, crew-cut hair Ernando's hair looked like
dark, dark brown satin, combed back over his head, away from his thin,
youthful face. Around his mouth Ernando had a very short cut beard, only a
couple of millimeters, that covered his upper lip, his chin and about an
inch to each side. The darkness of the hair brought out the healthy redness
of his masculine lips.

       Paolo had curly, light brown hair that sometimes got in his eyes,
only to be pushed aside with the back of his hand. Paolo's mouth was wide
and full of white teeth that were a bit uneven. That flaw could only be
detected when Paolo smiled his broadest grin, and then only after looking a
long time. Paolo smiled a lot and Markku looked a lot.

       The only one of the guys at that time who wasn't reacting in some
way to the others was N'Komo. He had very short, curly, black hair and his
smooth skin was almost as black. He was playing cards and enjoying it. Once
in a while the others would see him lick his full lips and shift in his
seat, when he was thinking of going to the bathroom and whipping his meat
good, but that thought usually passed. Of course, he wouldn't mind one or
two or all of his fellow passengers in there with him, but he was in
control of his feelings and knew when there was a time for sex and when
not. He was very rarely wrong about that. This time, however, he was.

       Working in the cafe was Mahmet, a 22 year old Turkmenian. He had
just finished clearing the tables after lunch and sat half-asleep by the
cash register. Mahmet felt the electric heaters working overtime. The heat
was making him drowsy. He stood up and went over to the climate control,
where he attempted to lower the temperature a few degrees. It didn't seem
to work. The knob turned without clicking as it should do when it passes
the current temperature, and Mahmet decided that the controls wouldn't
work. He gave up trying and sat down on one of the chairs at a table,
resting his head on his arms. He fell asleep.

       The 22 year old Russian conductor, Yury, left the other bathroom,
straightening his dark red uniform. He hadn't been masturbating, but he had
been thinking about it, slowly pulling his foresking back and forth over
the shiny cockhead, but finally wiping his ass and getting up. It always
felt good to take a shit. When he was younger he often thought of how it
would feel to have someone's cock up his ass, if it would feel as good. He
had guessed that that would be even better, and he had been right.

       Wondering about the unexpected stop, Yury went towards the intercom
to talk to the engineer. As he passed the compartment where the eight
passengers were, he opened the door and looked in. He said, "I don't know
why we've stopped, I'm gonna check what's up." He looked at Josh and Liu,
who were leaning against each other in their sleep. The sight made his
stomach quiver with those all-too-familiar feelings.

       He quickly shut the door again and went to the staff intercom next
to the sealed door that was as close to the engine he could get without
going out into the freezing cold.

       "What's going on, Dmitri?" he asked.

       "The track is blocked. There's been a small avalanche right in front
of us," Dmitri said. "I don't think the track is damaged, and I've already
called Central to let them know."

       "Oh yeah? What did they say?" Yury was getting a bit nervous.

       "The ones I talked to first seemed quite upset, to say the least.
But they calmed down when I told them that nothing really is damaged. We
still have electricity, so the cable must be intact."

       Hearing that, Yury relaxed a little. "Yeah, we're fine here too. The
heat is still working. What are we going to do?"

       "They said they were sending a rescue team, but it'll take them at
least 18 hours to get here in this weather, since they're gonna have to
clear the tracks behind us at a couple of places, too. I told them we were
going to be fine."

       "Uh-huh. We've got plenty of food here. It will be enough for at
least three whole days, since we've only got eight passengers. How about
you? You'll have to go outside to get here."

       "No, I've got my lunch here, and I bought a lot of food back there.
I haven't been home for a month, so I needed to fill the refrigerator.
Besides, it's freezing out there! I don't want to be going out till they
get here!"

       "All right then. I'll tell the passengers. Talk to you later." Yury
hung up the phone. This was going to be interesting.

       Yury went to the cafe to talk to Mahmet. He found him sound asleep,
his head to one side, resting on his uniformed arms. Yury quietly sat down
next to Mahmet and started to wake him up. First, he softly blew on
Mahmet's black hair, causing it to move gently across his forehead.  Mahmet
did not react. Then, Yury decided to get a little braver. Knowing that any
one of the passengers could walk into the cafe at any time, he slowly
opened his mouth and extended his tongue.

       As he moved toward Mahmet's ear, he could hear his heart rushing and
feel his male organ filling with hot blood. Reaching the earlobe with his
tongue, Yury succeded in waking Mahmet, but that did in no way mean that he
stopped. After tracing his colleague's chin with his tongue, Yury then
licked Mahmet's warm lips and ended up kissing him passionately. Mahmet
responded and soon his tongue had slipped into the other's mouth, mingling
the two young men's saliva and feeling their quivering breath.

       "Mmmmh, that's a nice way to wake up, man..." Mahmet said. He
reached over Yury's shoulders and hugged him closer. They kissed again.
Mahmet rose and stood next to Yury, feeling their bulging crotches meet and
rub against each other.

       Yury said, "Oh yeah, I was gonna tell ya--the train is stuck and
we're gonna have to wait here for the rescue team to come." He looked his
lover in the eye and smiled, still holding him in his arms. "I think it's
gonna be just great. We just have to tell the passengers and then we'll go
to our compartment and...relax." Mahmet smiled, too, knowing what that
usually meant.

       They went through the narrow hall outside the compartments with one
arm haning on the other's shoulder, but when they got to the door, they
straightened out their uniforms and their appearance before they opened it.

       Yury stepped in first. "Good afternoon," he said. "There has been a
bit of an accident. That's why we've stopped. Er... We probably won't get
anywhere for about 18 hours. The track is blocked in both directions, so we
have to wait here for the crew that's coming to clear it. We have food and
water--free drinks if you like--and the electricity is still on, so there
is no real danger. But if you have to be somewhere tonight, I'm sorry to
say, you won't. You can use the phone in the cafe if you need to."

       First there was silence. Liu and Josh looked up, wanting to know
what was going on and what had happened. Then everyone started talking. It
turned out that none of the passengers really minded being stranded in the
middle of nowhere, as long as there was free booze and some warm radiators.
No one had had anything planned for the night--they hadn't been expecting
much from that particular Siberian town anyway, so all in all this was a
turn for the better.

       "Since you won't be doing much work for a while, why don't you sit
down with us. Join the game," Mitchell said. Mahmet and Yury almost looked
at the other one for approval, but didn't. They were hoping not to be too
obviously longing to be alone together. Mitchell continued: "'Course you'll
have to grab a couple of chairs first..."

       Yury quickly went back to the cafe and brought not only two folding
chairs, but also a large bottle of vodka. He was greeted with a roaring
cheer from the guys when he returned. "Where are the shot glasses, man?" he
asked Mahmet.

       "Don't worry, we'll drink out of the bottle," Markku said.

       Mahmet got up anyway, handing over his cards to Yury. "I'll get
them. You take care of this hand for me."

       When Mahmet got back, the bottle had already been passed around and
the glasses didn't seem needed. He put them on the shelf above Liu and
Josh. They were still not quite awake, but the vodka had got their blood
pumping a little faster. Liu at one time had both hands in his lap. The
tent was getting too visible... But he managed to control it and it went
down again. The bottle came round for the second time.

       Paolo kept winning the game, and soon he wanted the others to start
playing for more money. They all said no, not because they didn't have more
but because they didn't want to lose more at every hand. The bottle had
gone round a number of times, and the group was getting louder and looser.
The vodka was getting scarce.

       Mahmet, seeing this, got up--with a "Whoa! I didn't drink *that*
much!"--and went to the cafe again. He came back with two more bottles of
the kind.

       Then Ernando got an idea to raise the stakes without having to give
away more of his money to Paolo. "Hey, whaddaya say the one who loses gets
to do something the winner tells him to?"

       "Sure. I'm gonna be hard on you, though." Paolo smirked, confident
that his winning streak would last.

       Soon after, Liu decided to join the game, too. He got himself a
chair and sat down between Paolo and Mahmet, who was sitting next to Yury.

       It was getting difficult using just one deck of cards as the number
of players grew. Mitchell rummaged through his backpack and found another
deck, which they added to the first. Then they had to improvise a few new
rules to make the game work. None of them was all that bright after the
first bottle of vodka, so it didn't really matter. They were having fun,
anyway. Josh sat down between Paolo and Ernando.

       The first to lose a hand under the new rules was, of course,
Ernando, the one who had made the suggestion. Paolo was just as naturally
the winner.

       "So..." Ernando said, looking at Paolo. "Whatcha gonna make me do?"

       Paolo couldn't think of anything better than making Ernando take
another sip of vodka, which everyone, Paolo included, thought pretty lame.
When Ernando had taken his sip, they passed the bottle around again, ten
pairs of lips feeling the glass, one after the other.

       It was already rather dark out, a cold winter evening, but inside
the air was nice and hot. Hot and moist, actually. "Damn it's hot in here,"
Kaveem said, wiping beads of sweat from his face and brushing away a strand
of hair from his eyes.

       "Yeah, but it sure beats being frozen. I tried to take it down a
notch before, but the controls didn't work," Mahmet said. He looked at
Kaveem, holding his gaze just a bit too long. He liked what he saw.
Lingering on Kaveem's sensuous lips Mahmet felt a familiar stirring between
his legs. He turned his head and happened to look straight into Yury's
eyes. The stirring got worse and he had to shift in his seat.

       Yury smiled at him and gave him a nudge with his right leg to get
Mahmet to take a peek at his cards, holding them at an angle. Mahmet's
erection started to get painful and he discreetly adjusted it. Yury noticed
it of course and winked. On another level of consciousness, everyone
noticed. Within a minute all ten were shifting in their seats and
"discreetly" adjusting their full packages. The mood and the conversation
was turning to sex.

       They decided to change the rules again. Mitchell was first to
suggest it: "Since it's so hot here, having to take of your clothes isn't
really that harsh either, but it sure beats that 'truth or dare' thing
we've got going now. Whaddaya say, dudes?"

       N'Komo laughed. "Hey, truth or dare, that wouldn't be all bad
either! Can't we do both? Or truth or strip?"

       The others liked both alternatives. A chorus of eight dark voices
agreed to make a try: "Yeah."

       Not knowing what they'd really decided on, they played another
hand. This time, Paolo wasn't the winner. It was Mitchell, and the loser
was Markku.

       "OK, man... truth or strip or dare or whatever," Mitchell said.

       "Truth."

       The guys booed. "Chicken!"

       Markku didn't take it too seriously. The vodka hadn't had as great
an effect on his huge body as on some of the smaller guys, but he was waaay
relaxed.

       "No, sssh, I'll ask him something. Er... When was the first time you
used a condom?"

       Mitchell grinned, pleased to have turned the situation around. "I
was fifteen," Markku said. "I wanted to give it a try, but I didn't really
like it."

       "What do you mean? You never wear a condom? That's fucking lethal!"

       Markku smiled back at Mitchell: "Sure I do. But there are other ways
of playing it safe, too, man. Besides, I'm so big I *can't* wear a regular
condom. The standard size is just too tight for my meat."

       The others gawked at Markku.

       "What?" he said, wanting them to believe him. "It is!"  Mitchell
looked incredoulusly at him. Markku continued: "Well, I don't have to wear
a lot of condoms anyway. I've had the same boyfriend for four years. But I
guess I'm gonna have to start again now, since we broke up a month ago."

       Mitchell ignored the bit about the boyfriend, saying "Wow, a whole
month without sex?"

       "Yeah, I haven't been in the mood, you know."

       Paolo looked at them both. "Whoa, whoa! Wait a minute!  What's this
*boyfriend* talk? You gay?!"

       "Come on, it's the nineties! You still have a problem with that?"

       "Well, yeah! Getting a boyfriend to hang around for four *years*,
that is..." Paolo grinned.

       At first, no one said anything. Then someone started laughing.
Quietly at first, then louder, making all the others laugh too. The tension
disappeared, and they continued playing. During the condom talk, the seven
guys not involved had been re-adjusting their now blatantly apparent
boners, and Yury and Mahmet had been exchanging glances.

       Mitchell reached for the bottle down on the floor, but when he saw
that it too was empty, he said "Hey, Mahmet, you got any beer over in that
bar of yours? We'll save that last bottle of vodka for later."

       "Yeah, sure. I'll go get it." Mahmet waited till his turn was over
and then he left to get the beer. Mitchell followed his uniformed ass out
the door with his eyes, imagining what the skin could look like underneath
the dark red fabric. Before he knew it, it was his turn again. He was
loosing big and loving it.

       When Mahmet returned, carrying a whole lot of beer bottles, Mitchell
was just removing his shirt on the orders of Liu.

       "It was your own idea, wasn't it?" Liu laughed.

       The beer went down fast, since they were all sweating rivers. Many
of them kept returning their gaze to Mitchell's bare chest, where drops of
sweat were trickling down the perfectly smooth, rosy skin. The nakedness
didn't seem to bother him. His dark nipples were standing out in the chill
that his evaporating sweat provided. When he was reaching for a new card,
Kaveem noticed that Mitchell also had shaved his armpits. Kaveem started
wondering if that smoothness was all natural, or if Mitchell maybe shaved
other parts of his body too.

       Next to lose was Josh, who at the command of Ernando removed his
shirt. He was not as defined as Mitchell, but he had a nice swimmers build
and a thin dusting of hair over his upper chest, especially around the
nipples. He wasn't sweating as much, either, but he dried his pecs with his
shirt anyway, looking casually at Liu. Liu felt like his guts were on fire,
and it was not because of the vodka mixing with his second bottle of beer.

       After a while, all were shirtless and dripping with sweat. Somehow
the temperature in the compartment had gone up when they were wearing less
clothes. They all found it rather odd. All but for N'Komo, who now was well
aware of what was coming.

       Liu's chest was naturally smooth, and darker than Josh's, but
otherwise he was of about the same build. Markku, on the other hand, had a
more hair, of a golden blond color that went well with his fair skin, and a
fantastic definition--almost as great as the professional bodybuilder that
had been his boyfriend.

       Ernando had a hairy chest, too, and he was also rather muscular, but
not like Markku. Paolo was hairless and had more of a swimmers build. Both
of them had that Latin Lover dark hue that made the others shift once more
in their seats.

       N'Komo was almost as muscular as Markku, but not quite. He had
smooth, very dark skin which glittered with sweat. Kaveem enjoyed the sight
as he was taking off his own shirt and revealing a well-defined, smooth
chest and his newly shaven armpits. He wasn't as sweaty or as muscular as
N'Komo, not even as muscular as Mahmet, who was 2 years younger, but he
still looked good enough to eat--as so many men had pointed out to him
while they were doing just that.

       Yury and Mahmet both looked embarassed when their shirts came off.
They had taken off their jackets much earlier--because of the heat and not
because they had lost--and put them in a pile on the floor. Now they put
their shirts on the same pile and looked at each other's chests.

       Mahmet was the muscular one, Yury was more of a swimmer. Mahmet was
rather hairy, but the black, short, and curly didn't touch an inch of his
back. Yury knew that the small amount of hair at the bottom of Mahmet's
back continued below the line of his pants, spreading across his lover's
firm ass cheeks.

       Yury had some chest hair, but it was more like the dusting of the
pecs that Josh had. The reason for their embarassment was that they
realized that they were putting their clothes in the same pile, just as
they usually did. Dressing in the morning is so much easier when two guys
who have to wear the same kind of uniform are also the same size and sleep
in the same bed, but now Yury and Mahmet were worried that it would be too
obvious.

       Normally, it wouldn't have been *too* obvious, of course, but then
they noticed the hickies that covered their pecs and bellies... Everyone
saw it, but no one commented. They felt relieved not to have to explain the
situation to a bunch of guys they didn't know, even though they *had* been
happy that the condom conversation and the revelations about both Markku
and Paolo hadn't turned into a nasty argument.

           The hot air in the compartment was now full of human moisture,
smelling of locker room and sauna. Simply breathing in the atmosphere was
enough to keep the guys hard. The game continued, the guys laughing more
and touching more for every hand. By accident or on purpose, they were
bumping into each other and patting each other on the shoulder, rubbing
their thighs against the guys next to them, feeling their own sweaty pecs
with the palm of their hand and then landing that palm on the back of the
next guy.

       When everyone had got both their socks off, Ernando was the first to
lose his pants.

       Mahmet looked him over, noticing the distinct bulge in his crotch
and smiling. "All right, you'll have to take off your pants. That's all you
got left, man."

       Ernando was getting red in the face, but he immediately complied
with the rules he had suggested. He unbuckled his belt. Slowly, very
slowly, he started unbuttoning his fly, trying to will his hardon down.
When he got to standing up and pulling the faded blue jeans down over his
thighs, it was much softer than before, but it was still very clear that he
was excited.

       His boxer shorts were moist with sweat and clung to his skin like
tights. The outline of his very, very thick penis was clearly visible to
all who were looking on with interest. They all were.

       When Ernando sat down again, having pulled the trouser legs over his
naked feet, thus turning the jeans inside out, Mitchell started clapping.
The others joined in, and Ernando stood up and took a bow. From behind him,
Mitchell could see the fabric rising up between Ernando's flexing buttocks.

       After that, things went pretty fast. It was almost as if the others
wanted to lose, in order to join Ernando in exposing themselves. Josh, then
Markku, then Mitchell, then Liu got their pants off, one after the other.

       Now five guys were almost naked, getting looks from the other five
and each other as soon as they weren't looking in that particular
direction. Boners were beginning to show again, even though they still
wanted to hide them. All five pairs of boxer shorts had obvious folds and
creases.

       Looking long enough, Liu actually managed to see the folds in Josh's
crotch move as more blood flowed into the throbbing organ. When he looked
up, he noticed Mitchell watching him. His face turned red, but Mitchell
just winked and smiled. Liu suddenly noticed that Mitchell had a wet spot
on his shorts, just as Liu himself felt that he had.

       Then Kaveem, Yury, and Mahmet lost, one after the other. Eight out
of ten were sitting there with their boners practically in the open.
Kaveem's shorts had a button fly, so Mitchell and Markku, who were sitting
at the best angle, got a good look of his dark pubic hair and what seemed
to be, but not entirely clearly was, the young man's swelling thang.

       Paolo had started winning again, and when it became his turn to
remove his jeans, he and N'Komo were the only two guys still in their
pants. Looking around the group of near-naked men eagerly eyeing him with
raging hardons showing clearly through their boxers, Paolo put a hand down
the front of his pants and adjusted his package before stripping out of his
jeans. Unlike the others, he was wearing briefs and not boxers. His erect
penis lay to the right over his hip, held in place by the strap of the
briefs, which just barely covered its thickness and length.

       The last to lose his pants was N'Komo. He had been winning a lot,
after a while telling the guys to take off just one sock, in order to
prolong the game. Now no one but him was wearing anything, except for their
shorts, and he had only his pants left.

       A thick ridge was visible along the inside of N'Komo's right thigh,
ending about a hand's width below his crotch. He first had one hand there,
trying to cover it from sight, but the tip showed anyway, and as the others
didn't bother about their obvious, unhidable erections, N'Komo had decided
not to bother either.

       Josh smirked when his winning hand hit the table. "Off they come,
N'Komo!"

       N'Komo smirked right back at him and stood up, unbuttoning his fly.
He carefully folded the two halves of the fly to the side to show the guys
what was going to happen the next second. N'Komo wasn't wearing any
underwear.

       As he pulled his trousers down toward his knees, N'Komo felt how the
tension of having his manhood constrained disappeared. He heard someone
gasping, and then he stood up again, kicking off his pants and stepping out
of them. His throbbing cock was painfully hard, pointing out at an upwards
angle from his hips, aiming straight at Ernando's wide eyes.

       Markku couldn't take his eyes from the massive black cock, either.
No one could. It was uncut, 9-1/2 inches long and about 5-1/4 inches in
circumference. The big head was shining with precum, and precum was still
leaking out of the dark piss slit.

       N'Komo took his foreskin between his right index finger and thumb
and pulled it forward, over the glowing head, spreading the precum evenly
across the hot, slick surface. Then he sat down again. "Let's keep playing,
guys," he said and smiled hornily.

       Yury won next, and Markku was going to heed his command. Having
watched N'Komo's enormous cock and getting curious about Markku's
statements earlier, Yury stood up, his erection tenting out his thin boxer
shorts.

       "We have some condoms in the pharmacy box. I wanna see if Markku was
telling the truth," Yury said. He left, almost running, before he had to
explain himself.

       He ran to the cafe, threw out the contents of a large box onto one
of the tables, and returned less than a minute later, one large cardboard
package in his right hand.

       "Wow, that's a thousand condoms, dude!" Mitchell said.

       Yury shook his head and looked at Mahmet as he answered the
American. "No, it's only three quarters full." He and Mahmet had been using
a lot of condoms lately.

       "Sure," said Markku, pulling his shorts down and kicking them aside.
His balls hung low, touching the seat of his chair when he sat down. His
big, fat member rose hard and solid from his blond, wiry-haired groin,
stretching 9-3/4 inches in front of him. That was a little longer than
N'Komo, but he wasn't much thicker. A little, but not a lot.

       Mahmet handed him a condom from the box, and Markku opened its
wrapper. He stood up to give the guys a better look, and then he took a few
steps forward and placed himself in front of Yury. He was holding his hands
by his sides, palms out, almost shrugging, as if to say "no contest". Then
he pushed his hips forward, thrusting his massive cock toward Yury's face.
He held out the rubber with both hands and tried to get its tight ring
across the wide head of his drooling manhood.

       "See? Can't be done. I need a bigger size." He smiled at Yury's
stare and watering mouth.

       "They stretch much more than that," Ernando said.

       "Oh yeah? What do you know?" Markku said.

       Ernando hesitated, but then he looked Markku straight in the eye and
said "My cock's a bit thicker than that."

       "You kiddin' me?! Awright, you try it, then!" Markku tossed the
sticky rubber to Ernando, who stood up and positioned himself in front of
Markku's huge dick.

       Everyone could see that Ernando had one major hardon under his
shorts, but it was not nearly as long as either Markku's or N'Komo's.
Before Markku could react, Ernando reached down and pulled the rubber over
the Finn's hot dickhead.

       As Ernando was rolling the tightly stretched condom down along the
throbbing shaft, Markku let out a sigh of surprise. "Hell, I thought you
were gonna show it on your own dang wang! Hey, that feels kinda good,
man..."

       Yury looked on with rising excitement. "I guess you were wrong,
Markku," he said. "But I'd sure like to see you do it on yourself too,
Ernando..."

       Ernando nodded to Mahmet, who already was standing by with another
rubber.

       Oblivious of the fact that he didn't have to do anything of the
kind, Ernando pulled down his shorts and revealed a shortish but very fat
cock. It was about 6 inches long, and it had a circumference of at least
6-1/4 inches.

       The air in the compartment had a strong smell of sex. Nine guys
watched, mesmerised, as Ernando pulled the condom over the head of his cock
and rolled it down to his dense, black pubic hair. He had the thickest cock
they had seen in a long time--some of them never outside a magazine.

       "Wow..." Mahmet said, no longer forcing himself to act indifferent
about the situation.

       "Yeah, wow," Mitchell added.

       All ten were now sitting down again, cocks poking up at their boxer
shorts, some even sticking out one way or the other. Markku and Ernando
were wearing condoms that squeezed their already hard erections and made
them grow even harder. N'Komo watched them get bigger inside the tight
rubber and his massive member swelled too.

       Paolo's cock was now completely erect, and he had no way of hiding
it any more. It was pointing straight up at his navel, following the crease
in his washboard stomach. The elastic in his briefs was holding it firm
against his belly, and his balls were still covered by the white cotton.
Some of Paolo's pubic hair was showing next to the shaft of his cock, but
details like that were not noticed at the time.

       "So, do we continue or what?" N'Komo said, shuffling the cards.

       "Yeah, sure..." answered the others, having moved their eyes from
Markku's meat to N'Komo's. They agreed that the next hand would be the
last, and that the winner would decide a penalty for all of them, not just
the guy with the worst hand. They all hoped it to be something sexual, even
though no one still had said the word "sex" out loud. They didn't have to.

       When Josh won, nobody expected him to say what he did. He had seemed
a bit cautious and shy. "I want you to shoot a load into these glasses and
then drink your own cum! The one who cums last has to drink mine!"

       The guys reacted wildly. First "What?!" and "No WAY!!" then "Aw,
come on, let's just do it and get it over with..." Then they realized that
all of them wanted to have sex together, and that they didn't have to act.

       Josh passed the shot glasses around and he and the others who were
still wearing something got completely naked, kicking off their boxers and
letting their erections grow to full power. They sat looking at each other
for a few seconds, maybe a minute, but then N'Komo started jacking his
rigid tool.

       He used both hands at first, fucking his fists to get started, and
then he went over to the usual right-handed handjob. Seeing him got the
others started, not only because they were turned on by the magnificent
sight, but also because they wanted to compete with him. Not that anyone
would mind cumming last. Josh spit in his left palm and started at a slower
pace, gripping his balls with his right hand.

       "Aaah! Aaaaaaahhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Liu shot a big load onto his belly,
strands of cum reaching all the way to his shoulders, a pool of white semen
gathering in his navel. He used the glass to scrape it up, and then he
lifted it to his mouth.

       He had tasted his own many times. At the age of 14, he had learned
how to suck his own cock, and he could still do it, so once in a while he
would shoot a load straight into his own throat. This time he used a glass.
He was used to the salty taste and that special sticky friction that cum
gives to your tongue, but drinking cum in the company of nine guys who were
beating off at an astonishing pace in order to do the same did enhance the
experience.

       "Aaaaaahhh! Unnhhhh!" Mitchell came, and his whole body jerked as
the pleasure drained his powers. He had his left hand cupped beneath the
slit. He felt the first blast of cum hit and spill over onto the floor. The
next blast went over his hand and hit the inside of his left thigh. That
would normally have been a hairy spot, but Mitchell had done some shaving
together with two guys in Moscow just three nights earlier, and his entire
body was hairless, save for the red hair on his head.

       When ejaculation had subsided, Mitchell tilted his hand and poured
the juices into the glass. Following Liu's example, he scraped the cum from
his thigh with the glass. Then he drank it.

       "Unnnhhhhhhh! Hrrraaaaaaah!" Mahmet convulsed, shooting a large load
all over his hairy chest. His cock was very thick, too, but more in the
range of Markku and N'Komo than the monster thickness of Ernando. Mahmet's
erection was curved upwards and had a large vein that caught the attention
of anyone looking at it. For the moment, Liu, Mitchell, and Josh were
looking at their blasting companion.

       Mahmet dotted his pecs and abs with drops of hot cum, and before he
took the glass to gather it all up, he licked his right index finger, which
was dripping with his load.

       "Huuuhhh! Huh! Hunnnh!" Markku held his glass in the stream of sperm
and managed to get just as much of it on the outside as on the inside. He
had to lick his whole hand clean before taking a sip from the glass. Then
he licked the outside of the glass too. He had torn the condom from his
huge meat when he started jacking off, to give himself some more room.

       Realizing that he would have to drink his own cum and in effect lose
the competition to the other guys if he was the last one to cum, Josh
started working his meat faster. He applied some more spit and it felt
great. Before he knew it, he was firing a load onto himself. He got it into
his glass and waited. He had a surprise in store for the last guy.

       "Haaaahhhhhh!" Ernando filled his condom with hot, steaming semen.
Pumping out wad after wad into the tight rubber, he threw his head back and
enjoyed. "YEAH!!! YEE-HAH!" As his penis shrunk after ejaculating for more
than 30 seconds, Ernando grabbed the condom and pulled it off. The thick
organ was glistening with sperm that had been smeared out by the condom.

       Ernando didn't go limp after his violent orgasm, instead he noticed
himself swelling again when he got the rubber off. When he looked around at
his cum-eating, grinning friends he saw that they all were sporting big
erections.  They were taking it easy, watching the competition. Now they
were looking at him. Ernando emptied the condom into his shot glass, which
became almost full.

       "Man, you shoot a lot, dude!" Mitchell said, admiring the amount of
hot spunk as Ernando was gulping it down.

       "Oooohhh! Ahhh! Unnnh!" Yury's load drooled along the back of his
hand and he quickly got it into the glass and drank it. Some sperm oozed
out of his slit as he was tasting the first blast, making his once again
erect, uncut penis look like a volcano. It ran down the shaft, back and
front. It slowed down when it reached the curly hair at the base.
Eventually it found its way across his fuzzy balls. When Yury noticed it,
he took four fingers and swept it up. He licked them thoroughly.

       Mahmet watched, wishing that it would be him licking Yury's fingers,
as he had done so many times before.

       "Mmmmmh!!!" N'Komo opened his mouth and shot straight into it,
without missing a drop. Then he took the glass and let out the semen that
he hadn't swallowed. It ran along his tongue and dripped from the tip into
the waiting glass. The seven guys watching were amazed that his stiffy
hadn't gone down one bit. The black, shiny pole was still as erect as when
N'Komo was ejaculating into his own mouth. He tilted the glass and slowly
swallowed his load.

       "Yaaaaahhh! Yeah!" Paolo pulled his foreskin back one more time and
let his cum out. It burst onto his smooth stomach and chest in short, rapid
spurts.

       He didn't shoot a lot, so Mitchell said "You been wackin' off today
already, man?"

       "Yeah, I had to go twice this morning. I get kinda hot."

       "Come on, eat it before it sinks in!"

       "Oh yeah..."

       Mitchell smiled as Paolo took a glass and wiped himself off. Then
Paolo slowly licked the glass clean, with his eyes locked to Mitchell's.
All the guys could see his tongue inside the glass, stirring the sperm,
lapping it up.

       Kaveem had lost the game. He was playing slowly with himself,
looking at Paolo drinking cum, when Josh handed him the shot glass with his
cum in.

       "Here. You drink this, and *I'll* drink yours!"

       "What? I..." Kaveem didn't say anything more.

       Josh squatted before him and quickly took the tip of his hot, hard
penis in his mouth. "Mmmh!" they both said. The others weren't shocked at
all. They just watched with growing anticipation.

       Opening wide, Josh managed to get more and more in. He was in many
ways an expert cocksucker, something that had been pointed out to him many
times. Applying some suction, he started to move his head in circles and
double circles.

       Kaveem groaned and whined and soon his previous work on his meat
payed off, sending a creamy wad down Josh's throat. Josh pulled away, first
recieving a blast in his mouth, then letting Kaveem glaze his face with the
rest of his load.

       Kaveem stood up, pulling Josh with him so that he was standing on
his knees. Just as the others after their ejaculations, Kaveem was hard as
a rock again only seconds later.

       "Anyone else want a piece of me?" Kaveem said with a wide grin,
putting his hands behind his neck and arching his back, making his
glistening hardon bob in front of him. Liu, Mitchell, and N'Komo reacted
immediately.

       Four young men were standing on their knees before Kaveem, fighting
to get some part of his wonderful genitals into their mouths. The head of
the cock, the left side of the shaft, the right side of the shaft, the
heavy sack of balls... Their mouths were everywhere, alternating, kissing
across Kaveem's hot rod, their tongues meeting beneath the ridge of flesh
that runs under the shaft.

       Kaveem was in heaven. He bucked his hips and shuddered with joy.
Saliva ran down his balls, only to be licked up by whoever was taking a
turn down there, dripping onto an outstretched tongue. When he came again,
Kaveem coated four pairs of lips with his cum.

       The beer was beginning to make its way through their handsome
bodies. When Mitchell said "I need to take a piss," Kaveem immediately said
"Yeah, me too." and Paolo quickly followed: "Me too."

       They all headed out the door, butt naked, and strutted down the
corridor towards the bathroom, not knowing what they would get up to when
they got there...

       All three went in at the same time. Mitchell locked the door behind
them. The toilet was very cramped even for one, and for three not so small
men there was hardly room to move. Their naked bodies touched, their
shoulders, arms, hands, hips, thighs and calves rubbing against each other.

       There was no lid on the bowl, so they could have started urinating
as soon as they liked, but standing there next to each other, feeling the
heat of each other's bodies and smelling the recently spilled juices on
their skin, their hardons wouldn't let them.

       "Man! I'm too hard to start!" Mitchell said, and both Kaveem and
Paolo felt the same way: "Me too!"

       Mitchell managed to lift his arms and put them around the shoulders
of Kaveem to his left, and Paolo to his right. "Come on, dudes, we gotta
relax a bit and let it out..."

       "Yeah." They both put their arms over Mitchell's shoulders, resting
their hands on the shoulder of the one furthest away. The three of them put
their sweaty heads together and started breathing slowly, with their eyes
closed.

       After a few seconds, they all felt more relaxed and the blood was
starting to leave their engorged penises. Mitchell was the first to go. He
let out a strong jet of hot, almost transparent urine that hit the edge of
the bowl, spraying Paolo's calves with a fine mist of droplets.

       "Hey! Watch where you aim that thang!!!" Paolo yelled, trying to get
out of the way.

       "Why don't you hold it for me, then? My hands are busy," Mitchell
said, rubbing the shoulders of his two friends.

       "Sure..." Paolo took Mitchell's dick in his right hand and aimed it
into the bowl. When there were only drops coming from it, he shook it to
get them off too.

       That instantly made blood rush back into it, and Mitchell groaned
"Mmmmh! That feels *good*!"

       "Yeah, so I noticed..."

       Now Paolo was ready to urinate. His hot stream hit Kaveem straight
on the knee.

       "HEY! You too?!" Kaveem shouted, still too hard himself to get any
piss out.

       "Well, could you aim it for me? I'm kinda busy too now..."  Paolo
slowly ran his fist up and down Mitchell's growing shaft.

       "Of course." Kaveem reached out with his left hand, taking hold of
Paolo's manhood. He aimed it down into the bowl, feeling the foreskin move
across the slick head. Kaveem took care not to grip it too tight, since he
knew that that would get Paolo hard again.

       As he was concentrating on his task, Kaveem noticed that he too was
urinating. His piss went straight down the drain, but he wanted a bit of
fun too, so he made a sudden move with his hips that sent the jet splashing
all over his own hand and Paolo's crotch.

       "Little help?" he said.

       "Come on, I only have two hands!" responded Paolo.

       "I'll do it again."

       "All right, all right..." Paolo let go of Mitchell and grabbed on to
Kaveem instead.

       Mitchell was finished, but he didn't want to leave them on their own
in there, so he started cosying up to Paolo, kissing his cheek, tongue-
tracing the line of his jaw, licking his neck. He was harder than ever, and
suddenly he felt two dick heads nudging against his own. Paolo and Kaveem
were finished too and wanted some fun.

       Kaveem had started to give Mitchell the same treatment as Paolo had
been getting from Mitchell, and Paolo was busy rubbing their three cocks
toghether, his fingers locked with Kaveem's, but then they all got the same
idea.

       "I bet the others want some too!" Kaveem said, and Paolo agreed:
"Yeah!"

       Mitchell said, "I'd sure like to find out."

       They dried their legs with paper towels and went back to the
compartment, dicks standing firm in front of them. Kaveem and Paolo could
smell Mitchell's sweat on their shoulders, and Mitchell smelled of both
theirs.

       When they opened the door another smell greeted them. It was very
obvious what had been going on in there. They smiled. The gym/sauna smell
had been added to by the musky smell of ten steaming hot ejaculations,
making them think of secret midnight masturbation contests in hot dorms at
respective summer camps many years earlier. Now, could the others be
persuaded? Looking around, that didn't seem like too difficult a task.

       Josh and Liu were sitting on the floor with their naked legs crossed
around each other, hugging and kissing. Markku and N'Komo were standing
opposite each other, looking straight into each other's eyes, one huge cock
pressed against the other by four eager hands, measuring which one was the
longest, the strongest, the thickest, the boldest, the horniest... It was
almost a form of cock-wrestling, but no one wanted to win, just to keep on
wrestling.

       Yury and Mahmet were enjoying Ernando's fat cock, and Ernando was
enjoying both having their four hands caress him and having a cock in each
hand. Mahmet's thick, rough surfaced, bent limb was a wonderful contrast to
Yury's slightly longer and slightly slimmer one, and vice versa.
Occasionally they kissed, too.

       All looked up when the three entered the compartment, but none of
them seemed uneasy getting caught by the ones that had been away. They knew
that the three guys had been doing something similar just seconds ago.

       "We have an idea," said Mitchell. "Or maybe I'm the one to blame..."
he added, looking at the other two.

       Paolo and Kaveem shrugged. "No, man, we're in on it too."  "Yeah,
count us in on this."

       Markku looked at them, not letting go of N'Komo's cock, nor his own,
and said: "I think I'm gonna like this idea..."

       "What is it?" N'Komo asked, still stroking both cocks, but he too
now looking at the three guys standing by the door.

       Mitchell looked at all of the guys, seeing the same question in all
of their eyes. He answered them. "A tensome."

       "It's a rare thing to have something like this happen. Let's do it
now, when we have the chance. We have all the condoms we need, and I've got
some KY in my backpack," said Mitchell.

       "Me too," said Kaveem.

       N'Komo got up and opened his bag. A few seconds later, all eight
passengers were holding jars and tubes from their luggage. Mahmet and Yury
didn't have to go and get their stash.

       "Now, I don't know what you guys would like to do," Mitchell said,
"but us three, we've got some idea what *we* wanna do, I think. You guys
can follow and do what you like."

       He looked at Kaveem, who nodded consent: "On three."

       "One."

       "Two."

       "Hey, whatcha gonna do?" Paolo wondered.

       The next second, he found out.

       "Three." Kaveem and Mitchell locked hands and swept Paolo off his
feet, carrying him between them.

       "Oh, I see..." he said, both flattered and amused.

       "Could you grab some pillows from the rack, Mahmet?" Kaveem said.

       "Sure."

       Mahmet laid the pillows on the floor where Mitchell indicated.
Kaveem and Mitchell then laid Paolo on the thin and narrow bed of pillows.
Talk about getting laid.

       Kaveem bent down over Paolo's face, so that they were facing each
other upside down, and started kissing his face, his lips, his chest, his
nipples, his eyes, his nose.

       Mitchell started kissing the other half of Paolo's body--his
washboard stomach, his navel, his thighs, his balls, his wiry pubic hair,
his shaft, his glans penis, its slit. As Kaveem started French-kissing
Paolo, Mitchell went down on his throbbing bone.

       Kaveem's hands were on Paolo's cheeks, hugging his mouth closer.
Mitchell's hands were on Paolo's sensitive nipples, gently caressing the
area around the erect points, as Mitchell gulped down more and more of his
hardon. Paolo was moaning with bliss.

       Ernando was the first to react. He moved along Paolo's outstretched
body and ran a finger along Paolo's right side. Paolo squirmed and groaned
even louder. Ernando bent down and started licking Paolo's right arm pit.
Then he got another idea and eased himself down to where Mitchell was
giving such excellent head.

       As Ernando approached Mitchell's mouth with his fat, hard cock,
Mitchell saw him and opened wide to get him in too. Rubbing his balls
against Paolo's shaft, Ernando moved up onto where he could sit on his
haunches and have Mitchell give them a double decker blowjob.

       For a second Paolo broke free from Kaveem's hot kiss and said: "Come
on, Ernando... Sit on it, dude!" And Ernando liked the idea.

       Mitchell released both men's cocks and handed Ernando a condom to
put on Paolo. Ernando hesitated at first, but then he rolled down the
rubber over Paolo's pulsating penis. Mitchell applied a generous amount of
lubricant to Ernando's puckered hole, using his middle finger. As he did,
he felt that Ernando was not going to have any trouble taking Paolo up the
ass. As a matter of fact...

       "You ever been fucked by two guys?" Mitchell asked, hoping for
approval.

       "No, but I think I could take it, man." Ernando winked at Mitchell.

       "We'll get Paolo in first, and then we'll se," said Mitchell. He
lubed Paolo up and helped the guy enter Ernando. Mitchell then started
giving Ernando head, bobbing up and down, using his tongue to circle the
cock head under the foreskin, which he pulled forward.

       Ernando roared. "MAN!!! YEAH!"

       N'Komo and Markku knelt beside Paolo's head and stroked the back of
Kaveem's head with their hard man-tools. He looked up and saw them standing
over him, smiling, breathing heavily.

       Kaveem asked Paolo: "You wanna suck some cock, man?"

       "Yeah, bring 'em on!"

       Kaveem and Paolo sucked both cocks simultaneously, feeling the
other's tongue and lips now and then across the huge truncheons of meat
that the Nigerian and the Finn were packing.

       Slurping away at the shafts of two hot dicks, Kaveem suddenly felt a
hand on his tight ass.

       Mahmet asked in a hoarse voice: "Can I do you? I've only been with
Yury before."

       Kaveem lifted his long-haired head from the two hardons. "You might
wanna wear a condom anyway, you know..."

       "Oh, I didn't mean that! I've already got one on--see?"  Mahmet
stroked Kaveem's hairy butt with his hard, rubber clad cock. "I just wanted
you to know I might not be all that good at it, since I'm not that
experienced."

       Kaveem smiled and flexed his ass to reveal his tight, red hole. "Me
neither, dude."

       "You a virgin?"

       "No, but not far from it... Just use a lot of lube and it'll be
great. Go ahead."

       Mahmet took almost a handful from a big jar on the floor and started
by entering with his little finger. It went in easy, so he tried again with
some more lube and a bigger finger.

       Kaveem moved his hips around to feel the fingers entering his butt.
Mahmet got braver and used both his index finger and his middle finger.
When that went smooth, he got more lube on his fingers and pushed three of
them inside. He could feel Kaveem's prostate gland, and Kaveem could
certainly feel him touching it. "Mmmmh!" he groaned through the penises in
his mouth.

       Mahmet smeared the remaining lube on his own dick and bent it down
toward Kaveem's waiting hole. Entering was rather easy now, and soon Mahmet
was cock deep in Kaveem. He pulled out a bit and pushed in again, feeling
the smooth friction all around. Kaveem's sphincter grasped his shaft
tightly and enhanced the experience. He repeated the motion and felt Kaveem
follow his rhythm. It felt great. For both of them.

       Meanwhile, Yury had got a condom on too, and lubed himself up. When
he was ready to act, he approached Mitchell and whispered in his ear.

       "Is it all right if I ask Ernando first?"

       Mitchell knew that his shot at a double fuck would come sooner or
later that night. "Sure, go ahead. I'm being big today."

       "Yes, you are," Yury said, tugging on Mitchell's thick, steel hard
7-3/4 inches. He leaned over to Ernando, kissing him on the lips. "Can I be
the second one in your ass? I'd really love to."

       "Only if Mitchell says it's okay."

       "No problem."

       Yury positioned himself where Mitchell had been. Standing on his
knees, with his legs between Paolo's and Ernando's, he started to enter
Ernando's ass right above Paolo's pounding cock. Ernando spread his legs
wide and pushed himself down along Paolo's shaft in order to meet Yury.

       Paolo could feel the young man's cock pressing against his,
thrusting alongside it in the same cavity. It was like making love to two
men at once, and both with his cock. Yury felt the same way as he buried
himself deep inside Ernando and pulled outwards again, all the time feeling
the hot, hard throbbing of Paolo next to his own.

       Ernando was seeing stars. He screamed, but not so much in pain as in
joy. "Dios mio! Qué sensación!!  Ahhnnnhhh...nhhhh...mmmhhhh..."

       N'Komo bent down and took Ernando's oozing cock in his mouth,
caressing it with his full lips and tickling it with his long tongue.

       Wanting to take part in the action, Mitchell asked Ernando to turn
over and face Paolo. With a great deal of difficulty Ernando did so without
separating from Paolo. Yury waited to get back in, and as soon as they were
ready, he got right back in.

       Mitchell put his head between Yury's hairy thighs and saw the two
hard cocks entering Ernando's stretched asshole. He kissed Paolo's fuzzy
balls and licked his way up to Yury's, following their cocks and brushing
against Ernando's sphincter. His tongue slipped in between the cocks and
into Ernando's burning ass. Then Mitchell started licking Yury's wrinkled
opening and fondled his balls.

       Paolo, sensing what was happening, lifted his legs and let Mitchell
suck on his sphincter, too.

       Yury now had his legs spread wide apart. Between his knees was
Ernando's sweaty back, and between his feet, which were on the floor, was
Paolo. Ernando had joined Kaveem and Paolo in kissing each other and
sucking on Markku's and N'Komo's cocks. But N'Komo wanted to get another go
at Ernando's cock, so he got down on all fours and put his head between
Ernando's chest and Paolo's. Inching his way in between them, he reached
his sweet goal and started sucking once more. Ernando moaned.

       Markku decided to give the new condom trick a go, so he stood up and
rolled one on. He lubed himself first, and then, without a word, he put two
fingers on N'Komo's hot hole. N'Komo said nothing either. He just opened
his crack a bit more, knowing that he could take what Markku was going to
hand to him. The only penis in the room that he would have to even think
about was in his mouth.

       Markku shoved a great deal of lubricant inside N'Komo. Then he bent
down and kissed the small of the man's back, right where the crack starts.
He let some saliva run down the crack and into the twitching hole, and then
he proceded to very slowly push his thick penis into N'Komo's black ass.
Markku suspected that this could be the first and last time that the
masculine Nigerian would let him fuck him in the ass, so he intended to get
the most out of it, taking as long as he could. Eventually, N'Komo would
fuck him too. Of that he was sure.

       Paolo and Ernando started kissing and hugging, caressing each other,
ruffling the other's hair. N'Komo had left his uncomfortable position and
was taking on Mitchell's stiffy instead. Kaveem was left out. He saw what
was happening to his right, and asked Mahmet to ride him over there.

       They moved slowly, with Mahmet mounting Kaveem standing with his
legs spread and his feet on the floor, the same way as Yury was mounting
Ernando. When they got close enough, Kaveem could get his mouth back onto
N'Komo's drooling meat, suckling like a randy stallion on a huge black
bull...

       Mitchell enjoyed N'Komo's lips and started thrusting into his mouth.
N'Komo answered by swirling his tongue around Mitchell's exposed glans and
circumcision scar, drinking the precum that was oozing from his swollen
balls, taking in the feeling of Mitchell's vein studded cock in his soft
mouth.

       Mitchell had Yury's balls swaying across his face every time that
the young man burrowed deep into Ernando, and he had Paolo's balls in his
mouth, so when Liu started licking him, he was pleased that someone cared
about *his* balls. Liu stuck his tongue deep in Mitchell's ass, and
Mitchell almost shot a load across N'Komo's face.

       Controlling his urge to spew his load, Mitchell flexed his buttocks
and let Liu come closer. Eating man-pussy was one of Liu's specialties, and
boy did Mitchell get to feel that.

       Liu thought that Mitchell had such a pleasant taste that he could go
on for hours--an added bonus of good personal hygiene. "Mmmmmh...mmmmmm..."
he murmured as he plunged his tongue into Mitchell's soft hole.

       Mitchell felt chills running along his entire body, focusing on that
point of his being. He answered in similar groans, with his face buried
deep between Yury's moving cheeks. That almost sent the young Russian
flying over the edge, but he managed to controll himself and keep
thrusting.

       When Mitchell felt as if nothing could get any better, Liu inserted
two fingers and found his prostate gland. That *really* got Mitchell going.

       "Fuck me. Fuck me, please! Fuck me!!" he shouted.

       Liu was ready with his lubed and condom-clad cock before Mitchell
knew what hit him. Then he knew. Boy, did he know. Liu didn't have a
particularly long or thick cock, but the motions he performed were the
motions of a god. He actually kept a finger inside Mitchell, close to his
prostate gland, while he was pushing his stiff cock into the clenched hole.

       Then he moved the finger round and up, so that it was on top of his
thrusting cock instead of below, letting the slick rubber hardness of his
engorged penis touch Mitchell's gland every time he entered. Pinching the
skin of his scrotum, Liu made Mitchell shoot his load onto the floor when
N'Komo was sucking on his shaft so hard that Mitchell later found a red
mark there.

       Mitchell convulsed in pleasure and shouted into Yury's ass:
"AAAAAAHH!!!"

       Liu kept a slow pace fucking Mitchell's ass, and soon Mitchell was
hard as a rock once more.

       Josh was standing by, waiting for some opportunity to arise. When he
couldn't think of anything more exotic, he simply put one leg over Mitchell
and stood over him facing Liu. The Korean was thrilled to finally get a
taste of the organ that he had desired for so long.

       Josh's cut cock tasted sweet to Liu, and he engulfed it as fast as
he could. He could not take it all in at first, since Josh stood proud with
an 8-1/4 incher, but most of it went in. Then Liu bent forward, trying to
straighten his throat out to get the last three inches. He managed it, and
Josh started squirming from the sensations, holding on to the back of Liu's
head and moving Liu's head along the shaft of his penis.

       The warm mouth enveloped all of Josh, and when Liu started licking
the belly of the cock and sticking his tongue out to slurp at the base and
lick the hairy skin that covered his gonads, it was almost too much for
Josh. He had received head many times, but this was the best ever. He was
about to cum, but he wanted it to last much longer, so he pulled away and
let Liu lick the tip of his now drooling, throbbing cock.

       As if he knew what Josh was thinking, Liu put one finger in his
mouth and coated it with saliva. He then searched for Josh's opening behind
his swinging pouch of balls. When he found it, Liu started massaging the
sphincter, not entering one millimeter, just circling the hole with his
saliva-drenched finger. At the same time, he flicked his tongue at the slit
in Josh's dickhead and licked the area immedeately below.

       "Unnh! Man! I wanted it to last longer!" Josh said as he shot his
salty load into Liu's eagerly waiting mouth.

       Lapping at Josh's cock, glazing it with cum, then swallowing the
part of the load that wasn't running down his chin and dripping onto
Mitchell's back, Liu said: "We'll do plenty of more fucking, you and me..."

       It didn't sound very romantic, but Josh took it for what it meant.
He felt all warm inside and bent down to kiss Liu, who met his face
halfway, coming up from his cock, cum all over his lips. They kissed for
quite a while. Josh could taste his own seed on Liu's lips, and that made
it even better.

       While they were kissing, Liu kept his pace ramming Mitchell. Soon he
embraced Josh, pulling him closer, and gave Mitchell one last, deep jab to
the prostate. Liu quivered as he was filling his condom with creamy spunk,
still deep inside Mitchell's ass, and Josh held him tight.

       N'Komo had been doing his very best to get more juice out of
Mitchell, and at that final jab of Liu's he succeded. Mitchell spurted out
that hot, colorless fluid that still tastes like sperm but doesn't have as
much of the white in it that it does the first couple of times one shoots
in a day. N'Komo wasn't looking, he was drinking, so it didn't matter.
Mitchell's hard cumstick swelled in N'Komo's mouth as he blew his hot load.

       This time Mitchell's cry of pleasure did send the young Russian
flying over the edge. Yury pulled out of Ernando, leaving Paolo's cock
inside, which made Ernando and Paolo connect even closer. He ripped off the
condom and blasted away across Ernando's back. Ropes of cum hit the tanned
skin like white whiplashes.

       Yury shouted as he felt his balls disappear into his groin, as they
sometimes do when excitement has been prolonged and the body really badly
wants to ejaculate. He shot wad after wad after wad, baffling at the sight
of so much cum. His legs wouldn't carry him any longer, so he collapsed to
his right, onto the floor, where he lay laughing and panting, holding on to
his sore cock as the last of his massive load oozed out onto his belly.

       "Weee-haaa!"

       Seeing his lover in such orgasm brought Mahmet to the point of no
return. He picked up speed and started moving in and out of Kaveem with
full force. Kaveem soon followed, keeping the pace that Mahmet set. When
the tight, hot hole of Kaveem's ass fondled Mahmet's rigid boner, Mahmet
felt what it was like to be alive. He felt his head swim as he pulled out
of Kaveem completely, to do as Yury had done.

       The condom was easily discarded, and with his right fist Mahmet
pounded his meat as his left hand pressed on what felt as the root of his
manhood, a point behind his balls. The orgasm shook his whole body, and
semen gushed out of the wide open slit in his swollen, red penis. His
entire organ had now assumed the same dark red color as the head. It was
pointing straight up, so the first load went straight up, too, raining down
on Mahmet and Kaveem in white, sticky drops. Next, the jet of juice hit
Mahmet in the face, running from his eyebrows across his nose and eyes to
his mouth. Mahmet fell onto a chair, where he sat, breathing heavily and
wearing a broad grin, as his load pumped out onto his chest and continued
to run out onto his thighs.

       Kaveem felt the drops of Mahmet's cum on his back only seconds after
Mahmet had pulled out of him. He sat on his haunches and watched Mahmet
spray his stuff. He liked what he saw. His own hard cock was not going to
be a problem, as long as he could gather enough arm strength to give
himself a handjob. "Wow, that boy can fuck!" he thought to himself. Then he
felt a hand wrapping around his hardon, tugging him toward Ernando and
Paolo.

       It was Paolo. He worked his wrist round and round, up and down.
Before Kaveem could get him to slow down, he started to feel that burning
sensation in his balls that ment happiness on so many occasions.

       "Man, I'm gonna cum!"

       Paolo didn't stop, and the burning grew to a fire. Warm flames were
licking his insides, heating him up to the boiling point. This one was
going to be good.

       Wads of sizzling hot cum shot out of Kaveem's rock hard cock, quite
a few of them hitting Ernando's left side. Kaveem groaned and bit his lip,
moving his hips under Paolo's expert hand. Even when he thought it was
over, jism kept flying across the floor. Ernando's naked, tanned skin had
taken one man's load already, but now Kaveem was adding to the rivers of
cum on the man's back. The final draining ejaculation brought Kaveem's
semen drooling across Paolo's hand and down into Kaveem's nest of pubic
hair. He threw his hair back and leaned against one of the chairs,
exhausted. Sweat was running down his dark chest, and his long hair was wet
with it, too.

       Markku had been watching the loads fly across the room, but he had
kept the same slow pace going in and going out of N'Komo. Now he started
going faster and harder. N'Komo groaned with each powerful thrust, and
Markku knew that he was doing it right. Harder and faster. Harder and
faster. N'Komo was twitching, but not to get away. He wanted the most of
this. He was getting closer and closer without even touching himself. That
hadn't happened to him for many years--of course, he hadn't been fucked by
someone that big for many years.

       As Markku reached his peak, pushing all the way in and staying
there, N'Komo climaxed too. Watching the two of them come, Kaveem could
swear that Markku was shooting straight through N'Komo and out his cock.
That's what it looked like. N'Komo shot thick, creamy white sperm onto the
floor as Markku stood over him, shuddering and roaring, a monster cock
buried to the hilt in his ass, his arms stretched in the air.

       N'Komo's sperm formed a pool beneath his hard, ejaculating penis.
N'Komo himself was unable to move. He just pressed his ass tighter to
Markku, bringing his chest almost in contact with the floor. He rested his
head on his hands, facing left, and the look on his face was pure ecstasy.

       During all the men's orgasms Paolo had been slowly moving in and out
of Ernando, often hugging and kissing him, too. Now Paolo pulled out his
painfully erect cock and removed the very used condom with his right
hand. The back of that hand was still full of Kaveem's load. With his left
arm around Ernando, he pressed against him and without being able to see it
started massaging his penis.

       Mitchell then sent him soaring by licking just a couple of times at
the fold of skin that connects the foreskin to the head of the cock. Paolo
fired his load up between Ernando's buttocks and onto his back. The blast
after that landed on Ernando's hairy butt cheeks, and the rest left Paolo's
nads in a steady stream as he was hugging Ernando tight. The juice ran down
his wrist, mingling with Kaveem's, and continued onto Paolo's balls, where
Mitchell licked it up.

       Ernando lay on top of Paolo. He never wanted to get up again. But
the aching in his balls was getting so severe that he knew that he had to
get his rocks off. Slowly rolling down from Paolo's chest, he lay down to
Paolo's right, still kissing him and holding him tight. Paolo followed. He
leaned on his right elbow, next to Ernando, not wanting to let him go,
either.

       Yury's load on Ernando's back was now mixing with some of Kaveem's
on the floor. Ernando felt the cool puddle of cum that N'Komo had fired
next to his right calf. He raised his right leg, and his ankle touched the
hot and sticky head of N'Komo's penis.

       Very slowly, Ernando took his extremely thick cock in his right
hand. He felt that it was beginning to grow hard again after that serious
pounding of his ass made it shrink. Paolo helped him, using his left hand.
Up, down, up, down. The foreskin covered his dickhead, then left it bare
again. Covered, bare, covered, bare. Faster and faster. Feeling better and
better. Getting harder and harder, hotter and hotter. All the guys were
watching. Paolo kissed him again. Faster, harder, hotter. Faster, harder,
hotter. Faster harder hotter. Fasterharderhotter.

       Ernando came. His enormous load shot out of his rock hard penis.
Blast after blast, wad after wad, landing all over the room. Paolo's hand
was soaked, and so was Ernando's. The first blast hit them both in the
face, then their chests, and then they pointed his extra thick cum shooter
straight up, hitting even Kaveem, who was sitting two feet away.

       Aiming even further away, Ernando sprayed seed on Mitchell, Josh and
Liu. The next blast hit Markku in the chest and ran down onto N'Komo.
Ernando's whole body was shaking from the orgasm, and he let go of his
cock. Paolo had to hold it himself. The last two blasts hit Yury, who was
still lying on the floor next to them, and Mahmet, who was sitting on his
chair right above their heads.

       The ten guys were completely spent. They didn't move for almost half
an hour. They just sat there, stood there, lay there, relishing the
afterglow of their fantastic tensome.

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