Date: Tue, 09 Mar 2004 22:04:48 -0800
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: Posing Strap Trio 2

This is the second installment of my story "Posing Strap Trio".
Note....this story is more like an erotic feature film than a Falcon DVD.  A
reader in need of a quick fix might want to go nifty surfing.

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POSING STRAP TRIO

[Chapter Two......continued....]


	DJ reluctantly let his hand slip from Tony's chest as he moved away
to strip off.  Not waiting for his little show, the other two were joining
him in climbing into their flimsy, genital-stuffed posing pouches.  Tony
felt conflicted.  He sat naked from the waist down, managing to slip the
poser up his big calves and thighs.  Once he'd hefted his jumbo equipment
inside the little orange pouch, he stared down at himself.  The cotton
triangle looked hideously full.  The string holding it in place looked
ready to snap under the weight of all he had going between his hairy legs.

	He kept his shirt on while watching DJ and Juan get naked.  Tony
promised himself not to get carried away again after what had happened
earlier in the front room.  What he saw before him wasn't helping his
resolve.  Juan's mocha-toned physique--and DJ's tanned muscles--flexed and
shifted before his eyes.  The two were laughing, their cocks half-hard,
their balls jiggling around as they gracefully managed to step into the
loops of string and pull the tiny coverings into place.  The sight of one
another sporting a piece so sex-packed and tiny that their cockhair puffed
from the sides, made them grin and hip-toss their stuff around.  They
winced at the sexy thrill the string up their ass created.

	Only after crunching their abs and moving into a double biceps pose
did the grinning pair look over at Tony.  His flannel, blue-plaid shirt
fell open, his Tom of Finland giant-nippled pecs staring out at them.  His
husky thighs were trying their best to hide the unhideable.  His attempts
at modesty only made the orange pouch truly strain to hold his bulging
equipment inside.  His rich black bush thundered over the top of it, his
cockhead nearly ripping through.

	DJ looked at his handsome face.  Tony was classically beautiful as
a man--almost too handsome, too proportioned.  What added character to his
high-cheekboned, square- jawed look was his slightly crooked nose which had
gotten busted from a fist fight over a girl.  When DJ's eyes finally
managed to connect with his, Tony looked away, only to then try not staring
at Juan's Latino-wrestler physique.  Juan stopped flexing his smooth,
rippling, milk chocolate thighs and joined DJ in once again sitting around
the kitchen table.

	"We could still go fishing you know," DJ offered.  "How about some
coffee?"

	"I could make us some Kraft dinner," Juan said, looking at DJ and
raising his eyebrows, wondering what was up with Tony.

	"Yeah, maybe," Tony said.  "I've gotta sober up.  This is nuts."
He looked at DJ's gymnast torso....at the perfection of his deltoids and
the ripped quality of his triceps.  "Lemme ask you two somethin'........"

	"Fire away," DJ said, winking at Juan then looking back at Tony.

	"You ever...you know...do this kind of shit with anyone else?"

	"You serious?" Juan asked, crossing his legs, suddenly wishing he
were fully dressed.  "You're the one with brothers, Tone."

	"Not me, man," DJ said.  "I only found out how to beat off one
night when I suddenly woke up doin' it!", he laughed.  "I thought my dick
had exploded or something."

	Tony laughed weakly while Juan got up to put on some coffee.  "You
think I'm turning queer?", the big Italian asked, looking out at the lake.

	"Shit," Juan said from the stove.  He turned around, his cherry-red
posing strap jiggling, his defined muscles fluidly shifting.  He pointed to
the physique mags on the table.  "You think guys like THIS are queer, Tone?
Huh?  You think every guy in fuckin' America's queer?"  He picked one of
the books up, thumbing through it.  "They're from every state in the Union,
man."  He snorted.  "Half the little write-ups say they're in the Marines
or the Navy, for Christ's sake."

	Tony smiled weakly, then sighed.  "I guess I just can't figure all
this shit out."  He laughed a bit.  "My brothers and I used to share one
big, king-sized bed."

	"No, shit," DJ said, lifting his eyebrows at Juan.

	"One night I woke up and found my hand shoved down between Ricky's
legs."

	"Holy," Juan turned down the flame under the coffe pot.  He
searched Tony's face.

	"Yeah," Tony said, looking down at the table.  "Holy!... He just
pulled his jockeys off and let me play around.  Suddenly I just had my
hands full of dick and balls.  He never said a word---even after he'd, you
know, blown his load."

	"You jerked him OFF?!", DJ blurted, sharing a look of smiling shock
with Juan.

	Tony nodded, looking pensive.  "Not really---I mean, I don't THINK
I did.  But after a few strokes he was just shooting all over my hand.
Then I felt my own let go."  He smiled up at Juan who set a mug of coffee
down in front of him.  "Ricky went into the bathroom--- I went in
after---and then we just went back to sleep."

	"Jeez," DJ got up to get some milk, "What'd he say...next day, I
mean."

	"That's just it," Tony scratched his unshaven jaw.  "He never said
a thing about it.  And one night Donnie fooled around with me the same way,
and the same thing happened.  Shit."

	DJ put two sugars in his mug.  "And they're both married now,
right?"

	"With KIDS," Tony nodded, his voice all quiet.  "They keep asking
me who I'm dating!"

	Juan took a sip of coffee.  He looked out the window at the sun
glinting off the rippling lake.  "Well," he smiled, "Who ARE you dating,
Tone?"

	The three burst into tension-breaking laughter lasting whole,
gut-wrenching minutes.  When they finally calmed down, DJ fingered his
teaspoon.  "Horny's horny....that's what I always say, man," he pronounced.
"If Cindy Crawford was out there on the lawn right now stripping, I guess
I'd throw a rod."  He shrugged, looking at the others.  "I guess I would."

	"Shit," Juan smiled.  "Don't tell me you're horny again!  You
busted your nuts only about an hour ago."

	DJ picked up "Physique Pictorial".  "I've blown my wad four times
in a fuckin' ROW over these," he admitted.  "A few of these dudes are
friggin' AMAZONS."

	"What is it about muscles?", Tony picked up the "Athletic Model
Guild" mag.  "Is it because we have to workout so fuckin' hard for our
own?---because we just appreciate 'em on some other guy?"

	"We two aren't anywhere NEAR as built as you, Tone," DJ said
sincerely.  "You're a fuckin' MAN....."

	".....even next to coach," Juan agreed.

	"Shit," Tony put the book down.  "Don't give me THAT crap!  The
coach is like a fuckin' Hercules!"  He turned his dark green gaze on Juan
and DJ.  "Anyway, I'd give anything to look like you dudes.  Shit.  So
would coach."

	DJ's hand drifted up to feel his smooth, full pecs.  "You think so?
My tits always swell up, like they always want attention."  His big tanned
nipples looked so perky, they looked like he could just peel them right
off.  "I'm always doing presses to get 'em to be like yours."

	"I swear to God," Juan said, getting up to pour out more coffee,
"---when I'm wrestling?  I SWEAR, some dudes seem to be feeling mine
up---or else I'm just nuts, man!"

	"Shit," Tony said, opening his shirt more.  "Mine just keep getting
bigger---and hairer.  I've almost STOPPED with the bench presses.  My
shirt's don't fit.  If I wear a white one, you can see my fuckin' chest
hair and nipples through it."

	"So fuckin' tough, man!", DJ said.

	"Oh yeah, Juan agreed.  "I'LL take some of that manhair for myself,
anytime you wanna share it."

	"Jesus," Tony said, eyeing the other's pecs.  "Here we fuckin' go
again!"

	At that, the trio fell silent, sipping their coffees while
squeezing their muscular thighs together, prisoner's of Tony's eternal
guilt.  The sun kept hiding under a cloud, only to re-emerge in all its
glory.

	"What about arms?", DJ murmured.

	The other two burst out laughing.

	Juan lifted into a double biceps flex, which bouldered his dark
muscles like twin shotputs.  Tony bested him, his biceps so hugely tight
against his flannel shirt, they threatened to rip right through.  None of
them had his power and size, nor pretended to.

	"I think a good set of arms is what makes a man a man," Tony said,
relaxing his pose.

	"You're THE MAN, then," DJ said appreciatively.  "No question!"

	They sipped their coffees, looking furtively at one another,
knowing totally--each of them--where everything was once again headed.

	Tony grabbed "Physique Pictorial" and looked through it.  "Pecs,
biceps--hell--fuckin' ABS, fuckin' LEGS....", his eyes lingered on a
picture of a young marine.  His cap was set way back on his head, a huge
grin on his face.  The dude's pouch was made out of something so
translucent, Tony could see his fat cockhead trying to punch through it.
His physique was everything Tony ever wanted---meaty and ripped--- tanned
and hairless except for the bit of cockbush peeking out the top.  He had
both arms thrust between his furry thighs, his fingers feeling up his hunky
balls.  "None of these dudes would strip down like this if they didn't have
what it takes between their legs, man."  He whistled out a stream of air.
"No amount of bench presses and dumbell flys're gonna help in THAT
department."

	"Tell us the truth, man," DJ said, searching Tony's eyes.  "Do Juan
and I...I mean, you know---," his voice grew faint.

	"---do WE have what it takes?", Juan filled-in, his voice kind of
quiet, nervous.

	Tony sipped his coffee, looking out at the lake.  Then he shrugged.
"I dunno," he muttered at them.  "Stand up."

	The two nearly toppled their chairs, their cherry red and
red-and-white-striped posing pouches sagging and hefting their weighty
equipment in his direction.

	"Yup," Tony nodded.

	The three again burst into hilarious laughter, DJ and Juan wagging
their goodies out at each other, their hips tilted, their big thighs corded
with muscle.  They collapsed into their chairs feeling ripe and full of
juice.

	"You bastard," DJ said.

	"You asked," Tony shrugged.  He stood up, opening his flannel
shirt.  "So?  Do I make it onto the cover of something?"

	"Fuck," Juan said.  "You've got pecs and biceps dudes could only
HOPE for, man."

	 Tony absently fingered his sex-loaded, cockbush-crested orange
pouch.  It was so full, every bulge let the whole world know exactly what
was crammed inside. "You dig my stuff?," he asked them, fondling his
equipment through the poser.

	"You dig OURS?!" DJ challenged back, his eyes lidded, staring
directly at Tony.

	"I don't know what made 'em get married," Tony said then.  "You
guys've got all I ever wanted."  He sat back down.  "Cunt in the flesh must
be better'n I think."

	"Then," DJ announced, standing up to go to the fridge.  "Then,
here's your first True Confession," he said, pulling out a fresh Coors.
His tanned body shimmered with muscle, his gymnast physique a work of art.
"Tell your fuckin' priest---shit, I don't give a shit!---," he handed over
two more cans.  "---I'm your first gen-u-ine, blue ribbon QUEER," he
grinned across the table at Tony.  "Cunt doesn't do NOTHIN' for this
country boy!"

	"Whooooeee!", Juan yelled.  "A 'gash' is just a GASH, man!  Gimme
something to LOOK at!"

	DJ and Juan clinked beers, as Tony half-laughed, half-smiled.

	"Oh, make me a protestant," he said, looking soulfully up at the
ceiling.

	"Fuck!"  Juan almost shouted.  "I felt your hairy pecs all up, man!
Hunkiest tits on the fuckin' PLANET!"  He stared at Tony---at the big
Italian's gigantic nipples.  "You've ALREADY done more than you can confess
to some kind of priest, dude!"

	"Oh, fuck," Tony mumbled.  "You're makin' me horny all over again!"

	"Oh, yeah?", DJ challenged.  "For WHAT, dude?"  He got up and threw
his big biceps around Juan, his hands squeezing the hot Latino's sculpted,
stiffly-nippled pecs.  "For pecs, Tone?"  He reached down to fondle his
striped posing pouch.  "For DICK?---for BALLS, baby?"

	Tony suddenly rose up, ridding himself of his blue-flannel shirt.
"Oh shit, let's do it man!" he said, going into a flexed, full
double-biceps pose.  "Let's do this hot shit."

	DJ headed them all outdoors, the cooling breezes worshipping their
muscles, their posing-pouched nakedness.  They whooped and hollared.  Juan
sucked in his abs and flexed his brown chest and arms, the definition
dazzling, his wrestler thighs a network of overlapping muscle.  His cherry
posing pouch thudded out from the gorgeous vee of his crotch.  DJ threw his
gymnast arms behind him, flexing his tremendous triceps, clasping his
hands, making his pecs jump and turn to solid rock.  His nipples pointed
out like earplugs, his striped poser so crammed with dick, it swayed in
counterpoint to his swivelling hips.

	"Oh, man....some ASS!" Tony rubbed his orange sack of sex.  "Gimme
some ASS!"

	The two turned to bounce out and flex their perfect globes.  Juan's
simply ballooned out, the luscious spheres hairless and dark as cocoa.
DJ's melons were split so deep, he had to pry them open to give Tony a real
good view.

	The bodybuilder Italian's pouch instantly grew angular, thusting
stiffly outward, his trapped cock all hot and throbbing.  "I wanna beat off
so fuckin' bad!"

	"There more to do than THAT!", DJ said, jiggling his pouch lewdly.
He strutted towards the other two, "Beat MINE off---hell, take hold'a
Juan's."

	They stood together, their posing straps barely able to hold their
hardons inside.

	"Lick my hairy tits," Tony ordered.

	The two fell onto his nipples, tongues lashing his enormous cones.
Tony reached both hands down to pry open their stretched pouches.  And soon
his hands were full of hot balls.

	"Oh, God," he cried at the ripe feelings.  "Suck my big
pecs---gimme those fat cocks!"

	The boys fought with the string around Tony's hips, finally pulling
free his jumbo cock.  It knifed upward, proud, male, erect, pulsing with
lust.  In a heated daze they looked down to smack their stiff timber---to
swordfight---to feel their naked hardons joust and colide.

	"Oh, suck it!" Tony yelled out into the wind and sun.  "Suck my big
fuckin' dick!"

	DJ suddenly nailed him, his eyes blazing.  "Fuck THAT, dude!" he
glowered.  "You fuckin' suck OURS, you weightliftin' Catholic bastard!"

	Tony looked down at their wild-eyed cocks, then back into DJ's
fevered eyes.  "Oh fuck!---you're turnin' me queer!", he said, falling to
his knees on the lawn.

	"Fuckin' right!," DJ said, smacking his huge sweet cock against
Tony's unshaven jaw.  "This....sure....ain't....CUNT!"  He pried open
Tony's wide lips, reeling at the feeling, as the masculine stud suddenly
began sucking.

	Juan pushed his cock against Tony's scalp, his eyes staring at DJ's
face.  The two moved in together, locking tongues, panting into each
other's mouths.  Below, Tony went from white meat to dark meat, his hands
reaching up to grab two perfect sets of naked, fleshy balls.

	Juan and DJ's knees gave way from the riotous feelings, falling to
the grass.  They pushed Tony over, and both of them dove into his naked
crotch, tongues fighting over the giant, vein-bulging whopper before their
eyes.  Their slobbering mouths traded cock for hairy balls, making Tony
thrash and moan on the sunlit lawn.

	"Ohhhhhhhh, Jesusssss.....so hot, so fuckin' hot!"

	And then the big bruiser was wrestling Juan down to get at the
beautiful Latino's own sweet meat, with DJ still feeding on Tony's.  Soon
they were in a circle of locked-in cocksucking.  Slurps and groans filled
the air.  Tony plowed DJ's cock-starved mouth, his muscles standing in bold
relief as he foraciously swallowed Juan's sweet-meated rod.
  It was so gigantic in girth, his lips stretched to a new size while he
moaned and juiced and laved the shiny bulbous head.  DJ went nuts over
feeling those big Latino lips slurp over his nerve-studded shaft.  And the
sunlit lawn was alive with the noises of three virgin cocksuckers whose
hands grabbed for pecs and swollen nipples.

	It wasn't to last.  The sheer, pent-up load. churning in their
flopping nuts made them feel that achy, exciting thrill build inside their
guts.  Heading over the edge of total orgasm, Tony groaned, lunging for
Juan's dark dick.  His hand dove up inside the wrestler's tight crack to
probe Juan's hot hole.  Juan's eyes flew open.

	"UUUUUUGGGGHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh."  The dam burst inside his tennis ball
testicles, making his entire body flex and jam Tony's throat with
cum-pumping cock.

	DJ felt Juan's lips seal over his tender cockhead, massaging the
spot just below the flange.  Thrashing on the grass, he crammed all ten of
Tony's hot inches down his gullet.  For whole seconds he and Tony went
catatonic.

	"JJJJJEEEESSSSSUUUSSSS CCCHHRRIIIISSSTTT", DJ groaned, as his hips
went crazy, knifing, thrusting cock into Juan's willing throat.  At the
very same time, a flood of rich cream splashed his tonsils, even as his own
mind-blowing cock cannon blasted into orbit.  The three jittered and
seized, hips plowing cock into each other's steamy mouths, their muscles
quaking, their jizz plowing out their snorting cockheads.  The air filled
with their groans and swallowing and gagging, while cream dribbled down
their chins.  Juan grabbed DJ's balls, wildly fondling them, while DJ began
fisting Tony's still-shooting meat.  Their abs seized and flexed, their
hips jabbing shooting cock wherever it could go, until finally, wracked
with thrills, the naked threesome fell flat on their backs, panting up into
the sunlit sky.

	"Now," DJ panted.  "....now there's no turning back."  His face
rested on Tony's hot, heaving belly, his eyes fixed on the muscular size of
the reluctant Italian's lurching, drooling rod.  " Now we're ALL a bunch of
cocksuckin' queers!"  As if to make his point, he painted his tongue over
Tony's nerve-shorted cockhead, making the big beefy teen jump and groan for
mercy.

[to be continued......]

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Thank you for reading this part of my story.  There's much more to follow.
I hope you are enjoying it.