Date: Thu, 10 May 2007 05:24:30 -0700
From: posingstrap posingstrap <posingstraper@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Fullmoonin Fever'

	This here story's my own and I din't get high marks in enlgish, but
I'm gonna write it cuz i gotta get stuff out in the open before i
explode--everythings happenin so quick an i'm only 17.  It's about my
cousin brad who's maybe 19 now and from Austin and gettin wilder by th day.
'what you do for fun these days kid' he asks me when he first arrived.  i
kicked at the dirt cuz i thought it rude he calls me kid.  'i do the same
as always.  You was here last year and the year before that, so why do you
ask when you alrredy no?'
	He laughed out loud and opened the buttons at his neck and i could
see the divide partin his chest.  Brad says he works out in the garage, tho
i've never been to Austin. 'i like it when you get mad' he said back. he
laughed even more an rubbed his hand all down his shirt, lovin hisself. My
aunt Ina brings him cuz she says he's a handfull.  he don't have no father
or mother cuz of some accident.  brad never talks about it, and he gives
Ina trouble cuz he's so wild.  he's not really my cousin but my sister Lucy
tol me he is so--that Ina is really his momma .  she got knocked up when
she was in high school an she gave brad away until his new folks got killed
somehow on a trip, then she decided to let him stay with her.  i don't know
if its true cuz brad dont talk serious ever.
	brad shoved me but i knew he would so i braced myself.  'hmmmm,
your arms n'shoulders are gettin big, tommy.  you workin out some?'
'maybe,' i spit on the ground.  'hell brad you otta no i work so hard round
this place--if i don't get big everywhere i'll be surprised.  i'm not your
size but just wait ok?'  he laughed again real hard and then looked me up
and down while rub bin his chest.  'why you lookin at me brad?  see
something you like?'  he laughed again and tried to tackle me but I moved
out of the way.  'your cute you no that tommy?  you could be in the movies
like that guy mat damon.'
	'i don't no who that is, an it dont matter cause we gotta help
samson in the barn now, so stop foolin aroun.'  We walks from the porch an
the sun is so damn hot i unbutton my shirt too.  brads a real city boy but
when he gets here he puts on overalls an makes a show of wipin his brow
with a big red kerchif an walking witha swagger.  He dont no how it makes
everyone smile, especially samson.  samson is our hired help who lives in
the bunkhouse on his own.  we used to have maybe five migrants but not now.
samson is the only one who stayed and hes maybe my best friend even tho hes
like 25 or more.
	'you know tommy i was gonna ask you a question cause its full moon
tonight.'  i stopped walkin an shaded my eyes to look at him closeup. 'we
ain't doin what you tol me bout last year' i said to his grinnin face.
brad is hansome, no question an everyone says it.  he looks like he's half
mexican an my sister lucie says his real daddie was.  she says theres no
guys more dark n'hansome than brad .  he laughed his head off this time an
shoved me nearly off m'feet.  'shit, tommy, see?--you remembered it, so it
must've ment somethin or you wouldnot remember what i tol you!'
	i kept headin us to the barn.  'all i member is you sayin that a
full moons a time you feel all crazy.'  'yeah,' he laughs at me, his dark
eyes all twinklin.  'an what else?'  'shit' i said back.  his big hand
reaches out an pulls me back til we're standin face t'face.  i couldnt look
him in th eye.  i just kicked at the ground. 'if anyone ever saw us we'd
get bullwhipped.'  my voice dropped an i looked to th'house.  'whooee,' he
yelled out makin me more jittery. 'see?' he grabbed me by
th'bicep. 'godamn--see what?,' i asked his rinnin puss. he laughed '---you
wanna do it but yer jus afraid of bein caught?'
	'knowin you we sure would cuz'a your laugh alone brad.'  he was
starin again inta m'eyes an all over me.  'if you promise to shut your
mouth maybe' i said then '-- only cause its hotter n'hell an it would feel
cool is all.'  i felt so queer havin his dark eyes look right thru me that
way, like he was lookin me all over an i mean ALL over.  'but we have'ta go
far beyon the barn, brad.  we gotta go way the hell....'  'i knew you'd
cave in,' he wiped his lips an smiled.  his lips are real wide, an his face
is so dimpled an cheekboned an his ears so small it makes his lips look
like they were made for kissin an thats what lucy said one time.  'he looks
like a grownup b oy.'  'hellsbells, luce, thats what he is, dumass' i said
back. 'him an me's both'a us still only teens.'
	'no one's caving in,ok?' i kept on marchin us to the barn.  'your a
guest here an i have'ta meet you halfway poppa tol me.  he said your
crazier n'a coon but that i'm way too serious an your good for me that
way.'  i felt his arm come round my neck an his breath hot on my face.
'he's right, an tonite i'm gonna loosen you up, you wait.'  I squirmed out
of his grip feelin flushed at how big his biceps felt, cause they were full
an strong n'warm and it was like how i couldn't catch m breath for awhile.

	We ate late cause momma had gone out to help over to the church.
All thru it brad kept starin at me and then kickin at me under the table
like he was ten or eleven instead of near 20.  I tried ignorin him til
finally when I looked back he licked his lips and then licked off the
chocolate sirup from his spoon real slow an then grinned at me somemore
like we had some kinda secret tween us.  m'eyes kept lookin at how deep
that valley is now partin his suntan chest an how even his brown neck is
thicker muscled now and his shoulders so wide they brushed pops as they sat
together. 'your feelin your oats, huh, you two?'  poppa said to me, his
green eyes narrow. he was someone brad always lisened to cause my poppa is
no-shit built like a weightlifter, hairy chest n all.  'well, at least here
you can't get into no trouble, an there's no point goin to town cause your
too young an end up doin somethin stupid.'  Brad laughed an ran his foot up
my leg 'it's full moon tonite uncle luke-- i'm always crazy under a moon.'
pop looked at me like he wondered what i was thinking. then he looked back
at him 'don't worry, brad, cause mr.serious here will keep you in line.' my
momma jes sat an shook her head at brad's wild ways, 'save your fork cause
i got pie.'

	sittin on the porch steps after, it seems like the ground gets a
little misty an chilled even tho its still kinda hot out from th day.  we
watched the sky go from orange to purple to showin the first stars.  Some
fireflies came out to say hello.  'i don't see no moon,' i spat on the
ground. 'maybe you got your dates screwedup, brad.' then I laughed. he kept
brushin his full muscle gainst my shoulder, makin little goosbumps break
out on my skin.  his arm was warm in the evenin chill.  he kept openin and
closin his thighs, like he couldn't control his energy.  'it'll be up, don
you worry yourself, kid.  By the way, how old is that samson?'  'i'm not
your kid--i'm your cousin and i'm not sure but maybe 26 or so.  he's just
big and that makes it hard to no.'
	'he sure as shit IS big,' brad whiseled.  'i can't even imagine how
big his dong is.  oh god, i'll bet he has the biggest one on earth--him an
yer daddies' 'what you talkin about 'dongs' for jerk?' i looked quick aroun
the shadowy porch.  'holy smokes you maniac, momma or luce could be standin
at the screen listenin to you.'  I got up real quick then an we walked over
the dewy grass an that's when we seen the rim of the biggest moon i ever
did see just rising up from the fields beyond.  'see there? see there?' he
pointed an jumped up an down. 'godamn--just look at that sonofabitchin
moon!' he grabbed my shoulders in both hands, grinnin at me.  he looked
like he was so happy he would plant a big one on me.  'i tol you tommy--din
I tell you?'  'it ain't like you frig'in MADE it big, but it sure is big,
i'll give you that cousin' i had to laugh at his hansome full wide smilin
lips an shinin teeth.  'you win th prize a'right.'
	'Come on,'he said,unsnapping the bib of his denims.  "No, are you
crazy, brad, what's the matter with you?' i looked back at the house which
had buttery light floodin out the windows all over th dark grass.  'we're
not even pass the front yard!'
	'They're just watchin larry king an you know it,' he let his bib
fall down to his waist an then undid his shirt.  i jes kept on walking,
heading for the cowpath and the fields.  'hey, what's up with you' he
clomped after me. 'you know they can't see nothin from inside there an don
care a hoot even so.'  m'thoughts was all mixed an i felt kinda panicked an
kept headin for that big moon, finally stopping in the yard in front of the
barn. when I finally turned an saw him, no shirt an holding up his
trousers, his muscleman pecmounds standin out, those fulltilt-sized tits
makin me tremble somethin fearce an i still dont no why.  its like his
muscletits was so naked an starin back at me, darin me to be naked an show
off m'own in th moonlight.  'hey,' he looked an grinned. 'i kin see ya
plain as day now--see that?' he pointed at th turkeyplatter moon crestin th
weepin willow in the far field.  when i looked back at him an gave a
crooked smile, his face changed like he was almos in pain. 'holy shit
tommy, i'm gettin all horny, swear to god, tommy."  his voice was real
downlow breathy an intense his eyes dark as coal, runnin up n'down me.
	'come on,will ya tommy please' he tried to act normal, but he was
starin at me an soundinso growly n'needylike, a deep voice more like a man
than th boys we both was. 'i wanna be naked with you an i dont wanna hearin
you say no more about it,hear me.'  I nodded--only nodded cause no one,
specially brad hadnt ever said 'i wanna be naked with you' like that--so
breathy forceful an starin right thru me.  it was like i suddenly felt all
hot n'chilled together an m'hands was shakin so bad i couldn't hardly undo
m'clothes.  i just kept tremblin an watchin brad let them overalls drop
t'the groun, his briefs so white n'hefty under the moonlite it looked like
they was tryin hard to hold in a sack'a fruit.  th front of them shorts
swayed, a big ol'heavy bundle, givin me th'shakes so bad cuz i never laid
eyes on anythin so sexual in m'life, cept when i saw poppa once in th
shower.  i mean hell, we's jes kids an usually our shorts show we got
next'tnothin inside em, you know?
	'ohmgod, brad,' i shivered, 'i dont no bout this.'  he stood there
hands on hips, lats flared like a cobra an his perked dark mantits callin
at me from each swelled musclemound.  'your shakin only cuz your horny like
me--an so what--it ain't our fault!'  he pointed an accusing finger at th
pieplate moon now well over the willow '--we got th fullmoon fever an it'll
make us do an'thin it want to, man!  Fuck.'  he dropped them briefs an i
was suddenly starin at a wedge'a curlyblack cockbush so thick it was a mans
bush, an a cock so big its mushroomhead glinted in th moonglo--hell it was
th fattest hose of acock with a heavyweight sack'afurry manballs swingin
tween his manly mexicanbrown thighs, an m'mouth went wet.
	'shit, tommy--you tryin t'tease me now--stop your starin tween
m'legs an lemme see yours already.'  he stood hips akimbo, fingerin th
satin moonreflectin head'a his giant dong, his other han pullin them
bellchime balls his nuckles grazin his fleececovered thighs.  i had trouble
undoin all m'snaps cause truth be told i couldn't tare m'eyes off him one
second--shit, i couldn't do nothin but tremble an stare.  'sorry--i'm real
nervous--an now i got me a hardon, brad, damn you anyway.'  he laughed, but
breathy-like, his eyes glitterin an th moon dancin over his muscles, his
stomach abs standin out in twin ridges, at least six pair, his bellybutton
stretched taut cause he was all muscle ever'where, goddamit i was goin
crazy even seein his biceps flex.
	When i stepped free'a my overalls, m'shorts tented so extreme i
thought like they'd rip open, m'cock so crazy for brad it sent bolts'a
horniness up m'spine an made me tremble afresh.  'judas priest tommy, tha's
gotta be one huge dork on you baby.  it's makin mine swell even jes seein
it inside them jockeys.  take em off tommy, come on--i waited all day for
this now an don't tease me no more ok' I tryed kickin aside m'clothes, an
m'ironbar cock screamed blue murder, th head so sexhot it felt tortured an
i had to pull m'briefs down to my ankles.  'goddammit stand full up now
tommy you hung sonofabitch, look--jus look at that fullhard horsecock
a'yours!--i knew it, with uncle luke showin' such a crotchful in his jeans
you had'ta have one like his.  Shit, that's a fatheaded beauty wi bullballs
to match it you stud. how big is that helmetheaded fucker, tommy, you
teenage stud, shit!  your one b ig cockswingin dude an your m'own cousin,
naked n'horny like me in this here fullmoonin stripshow under the stars,
huh?'
	I stared back at him, m'mouth open at his stream'a jabberin til we
both had to smile, then grin an laugh aloud.  we laughed, our cocks bobbin
aroun in heat as we tryed to catch our breath.  'shit, brad you sure are
fullmoon crzy tonight huh?' i was still tremblin but less so, m'eyes fixed
on his barenaked cock as tho i might never again git th chance t'drink in
th'site a'all his studhard qipment.  he stopped grinnin, his face
concentratin once more on m'own uptilted hotrod like he'd never afore seen
one even tho he had one even bigger.  An even now tha's what confuses th
hell outta me cuz here I got what he got an viceversa but i jes wanna see
his again an again like i need to always see it an stare at it an be near
it.
	an suddenly i too felt wild like him an full'a beans, wantin t'be
nothin but naked w'brad my hardcocked cousin under th'fullest moon we both
did ever see.  'holy smokes brad, you ever in your life see cocks like
these here? jeezus, yours is so hard it looks near close t'splittin down
th'seams an mine feels like a two-by-four tween m'legs.'  the moon was so
bright it bounced itself off th polished dome'a our hot cockheads.  brad
always did have this way'a walkin where his dick is pushed forward, an now
naked'n bonerized it looked like his cock was th'one in charge'a things.
'shit, i'm so crzy inlove with these t wo cocks i'm goin nuts,' he stared
at me, his mouth slack an eyes glazed over.  'what a fuckin beauty that
cock a'yersis tommy, shit.  look at the flared rimround that big ol
mushroom head, it's makin me so ... uhhhhhh.'
	i looked at him an how he squeezed his eyes an his big thighs
t'gether at th same time an how it made his lowswingin nuts kinda plumpup
an gather'neath a cock so hard it drooled out candy.  'ohhhhh,' i moaned,
my own pride'njoy buckin aroun in th air with a mind'nwill all its own.
'i'm like shakin n'tremblin deep inside m'body seein' all your barenaked
muscles an sexed-up huge rockhardon, brad!'  i kind'a shuddered then an
brad took hold'a my hand, 'c'mon, let's walk apiece cuz if i don't i'm
gonna explode or somethin.'  an th moon was well above us now, makin th
cowpath an grass an fields shimmer all silvery an clear as day.  his hand
was big'n muscular an his furry thighs brushed gainst m'own.  we had
t'laugh cuz we was so mezmerized in watchin our fucksticks lunge and jig
about that we tripped, makin them two skinrockets nearly snap clean off
they was so stiff.  'ooooh, feel that?' brad moaned at me.  'feel them
sparks? stop a minute tommy, cuz...' he turned an his stiff cock brushed
heads with mine. 'h-holy', i jumped. 'oh brad jesus christ, i need t'touch
yours or somethin here, cuz i'm burnin up w'hunger over that fat hard cock
now that its so damn closeup.  jes let me touch it--feel it, i promise
i;ll...'
	an damn if he didn't jes lean in an crush his big sexylips gainst
m'own!
	hell! it was like lightin a firecracker cuz i cried out an flung
m'bicep round his thick neck. i moaned an kissed him all tongue deep down
his wet throat while rubbin' hotcock all over his big fucker.  holy shit, i
din't no what in hell i was doin but he kissed me so deep back i had no
breath an his big hands was grabbin m'soccerball asscheeks an rubbin his
headwet cock up m'abs an cryin, 'tommy, tommy, i need you tommy an you know
it so don't be pullin away--give me your nude body, you littlestud.'
	his words was like tongues'a fire, stokin my horniness an i moaned
so low i didn't no it was me, my hips shovellin cock tween his hairy legs,
fuckin anythin a'his I could have.  all i knew was i needed my cousin brad
like i needed life, an i wanted his whole body rubbin mine til we was
nothin but a humpin, kissin' barenaked couple'a horny dudes under the big
ol'moon.

	'what'chu'awl doin?'
	A lightnin bolt struck me hearin Samson's deepass voice suddenly
cut thru our fevered pantin and humpin, makin me feel guilty n'scared as
hell--but brad sure weren't. 'what's it look like fer cripes sake', he
clamped down his furry musclethighs, frictionin m'spasmin cock even more.
'Y'all got eyes, don'cha?'  an brad couldn't've cared less, jus kept kissin
m'neck, drawin big welts'a passion, an it was like Samson disappeared then,
cuz we was too far gone t'pay him much mind, an fell back t'ruttin
n'groanin.
	an yeah, it may'a been a full moon n'all but Samson's so dark i
thought he'd left, an then suddenly his voice was right in m'ear.  'yeah--i
got eyes--an' that's not all i got!'  an hell but wasn't he standin right
b'side us, th' big ol moon glintin off his muscles--muscles i seen b'fore
sometimes but never up close--an he had the body'a some kinda african god.
	'cripes a'mighty Samson--y'all got th' fullmoonin fever too, huh?'
brad stopped n'stared, his voice full'a wonder n'awe.  an the two'a us
uncoupled, overhot cocks throbbin at th' sight'a Samson steppin inta
th'moon's full glow, biceps bulgin, cuppin his cantalope tits an slidin his
hands real slow down his musclegod black physique t'sling a seriously huge
dong across both palms.
	'holy crow!' brad's eyes opened wide. 'that can't be real Samson,
it just can't!'  'oh, it's real--th' most real part'a my body--go on an'
feel it, why don'cha.'
	an hell but din't we both latch ahold'a that meaty firehose a'his,
xpandin n'swellin in our grip like some kind'a livin breathin anaconda, an
i couldn't help it--thinkin i'd never in m'life git me another chance--an
used m'other hand t'run m'fingers thru his nuckle-deep black brillopad
cockbush, thrillin over how hunky n'soft n'manly it was.  'lookit that
monster get hard, tommy--shit--its gotta be a foot tall, at least a foot
tall, our hands don't even fit round this baby,' brad was tryin t'jack it.
'i swear i kin see th'moon reflectin' off this big fat head--see that--its
big as a tomato.'
	'uhhhhhh--oh yes, yeah just pump it like that, just like that, now
mess around with m'big horny balls too.'  an hell but i din't need no
incouragin that way cuz i don' know why but seein a real mans balls makes
m'heart pound so bad i can't look wiout throwin a rod.  like that time i
tol you when m'pop left th bathroom door open after his shower?  an
holyjeez he was bendin over t'dry his ankles an his bowlinball cheeks was
moonin me an damn wasn't his looseskin jigglin ballbag hangin like ripe
kiwis?  like th' hunkiest, most private part'a a mans body swayin b'low his
winkin asshole right b'fore m'feastin eyes?  it left me shakin an.....
'what's yer problem tommy, you can't do somethin with them fat nuts?'  an
suddenly brad's got hold'a m'ironbar dork n'pullin me inta Samson's crotch
til m'pinkheaded cocks nosin inta his ballbag pillow.  'oh mother'a pearl,'
i felt his suedeskin hang bouncin 'gainst m'hot helmethead, th wild feelins
shootin off sparks an then din't m'eightinch bronco just rear back n'drool
candy all over em?
	'OHHHhhhhh tha's hot baby--now give em a bath honeychil, lemme feel
that pink tongue a'yours.'
	'i dare ya', brad was pumpin away, Samson's blackbulgin bag'a sex
heavin aroun, an next thing i was down on th'dewy grass, hands wrapped
aroun his giant thighs, starin at his floppin jizzmakers til i couldn't
stand it no more.  an hell, i knew i never'd get m'self a chance like it
agin in m'life, liftin m'whole face up gainst those warm floppin peaches,
m'flat tongue lollin out.
	'goddam!'  Samson's rod thwacked his hard belly when brad let go an
moved in t'offer up his own jigglin honeynuts till i was snufflin n'
snortin two pair'a naked lovesacs.
	'kiss m'tits boy!'
	i pulled back t'catch m'breath jus in time t'see brad moan n'try
t'take all'a samson's meaty pec in his spread mouth usin both hands
t'squeeze th' fucker deep inside--an Samson bein so much taller--so fuckin
huge--brad was on his tiptoes clampin both legs gainst his bigblack thigh.
an suddenly i had both rockhard cocks sidebyside an damn but din't i rise
up on m'knees an' give em both a tonguebath?  'UHhhhh!' their moans hit
th'night sky over me polishin their moonglintin cockdomes.  an that moon
shone down on them sexycocks--one pink n'young n'juicin candy, n'one like a
bigass blackbillyclub.  brad loveslobbered Samsons rubberbullet tit
mountains an i grabbed handsful'a barenaked balls n'laved em all up, pushin
my nose inta all that soft drapin skin--two bulgin bags'a allmale fruit,
their throbbin cocks droolin lovejuices down their salami shafts.
	m'own badboy was buckin in heat tween m'legs, threatenin t'go off
all by itself when Samson suddenly took a few steps back.  'who's got th'
biggest?'
	'biggest?'  brad looked down at me, then at his thrustin proud
porker.
	'brad does--no question' i stood up, feelin mine slap m'abs an
preen like it was in some kind'a beauty pagaent for cocks.
	'i don't know bout that,' Samson fingered his giant, purplemushroom
knob, starin at m'eightincher in th moonlight.  then brad turned t'me,
tiltin his boner up gainst mine, hips pushed forward.  'measure em, why
don'cha?' he was grinnin at me.
	'lie down on yer back' Samson ordered me.
	'jeezums, what'cha'll gonna do?'  brad watched me hit the ground,
my dork throbbin juice inta m'bellybutton.
	'Get fucked,' Samson moved toward me, his giant cock swayin like a
third arm.
	'hey!'  brad put his hands on his hips.  'there's no need for
swearin, cuz we's jus boys--we's jus tryin t'unnerstand what....'
	'I'M gonna get fucked,' Samson chuckled deep n'full an then
straddled me, feet toward m'head, then crouchin lower, his studballs
swingin.  '--now aim that baby up t'th'sky an hold on tight.'
	'what th' hell?'  brad came round b'hind him.  'y'all crazy,
Samson?'
	An i jus din't have time t'ask questions cuz all i saw was Samson's
bigblack bowlinball cheeks spreadin, his ten-inch whopper bouncin tween
them parted thighs an.....
	'UHHhhmmmphhhh!'
	brad jumped back.
	electric shocks litup m'cock.
	'holy shit, tommy--he's sittin on yer dick!  it's slidin inside!'
	'shhiiiiittt, tha's a big'un!'  Samson's eyes were like saucers.
an a million little lips were nibblin down m'shaft, swallowin m'sexstiff
rod, makin me so jumpy m'hips jus bolted upward, n'locked.
	'UHHHHGHHH!'
	i felt suctionin heat suckin me inside, m'teenboy boner burrowin
inta places i din't know was possible t'probe--like slidin inta a hotsilky
glove--like some kinda hornycock heaven.  a rush'a feelin--a warmin glow
flooded m'body, makin me grin ear-t-ear.  'tha's some cock you got.'
Samson grunted n'rose a little, m'dick feelin th night air hit it.  then he
sat back down, an after about a minute he too was grinnin ear-t-ear.  an
brad was b'side us, legs spread, knees bent n'playin wi his equipment.  'it
don hurt?'
	'hurts good!  real good!' he started bouncin, smilin away, his
stiff nightstick slappin his abs, bullballs thuddin m'belly.
	'Oooooh man!'  no more little lips nibblin m'shaft!--this was like
a cock tunnel-a-love--like someone'd shoved m'ovenhot joystick in a milkin
machine!
	'C'mere boy--kneel down n'loveup m'dick n'stuff.'
	'how i'm sposed t'do that?' brad stood with his feet planted on
each side'a m'shoulders, watchin Samson rise n'fall on my cock.
	'squat down,' Samson grabbed his waist an--keepin his rhythm
goin--pushed brad inta a crouch.
	woah.  suddenly there was two moons that night--one in the sky,
n'brad's spread ass over m'face!  i smelled ivory soap n'johnson's
babypowder, then felt brad's velvetbagged nuts floppin over m'chin.
	'goddam, tommy!  look at this!'
	'i can't!'  i felt m'breath wash cross his split cheeks, m'lips
brushin his tiny hole.
	'he's bouncin so much all i have t'do is hold on!  he's jackin'
hisself!'
	i pictured brad's hands wrapped round Samson's tenincher, feelin th
slip-slidin skin gainst th throbbin shaft--but i din't need no pictures--i
had Samson's black muscleass fuckin m'pink juicin cock, an brad's winkin
ass right over m'mouth.
	'why not?' i thought to m'self jus before lickin it a little.
	'Oooh!'  brad wiggled his sweet butt and i commenced lappin it,
spearin it--hell, lavin that teenypink slice all up, suddenly wishin i'd
been born wi two dicks!'
	a thousand little peepers n'crickets joined our gruntin n'moans, th
moon risin higher as Samson's amazin butt milked m'blissed-out cock.  an i
fought m'hands up under brad's crouchin thighs n'dove down t'feel Samson's
stretchedout asshole fuckin m'loverocket.
	jus then brad lost balance, fallin back on his knees, m'head tween
his thighs, his balls floppin over m'face.  m'tongue shot out, lickin them
soft jewels, an he rose up jus high enuff t'dangle em cross m'wet,
slobberin lips.  'oh yeah, tommy--you know how!'  he started jackin hisself
like mad, wi me lovetbitin his heavin lovesacs when Samson started bouncin
aroun like a madman.  'take m'dick!  i'm gonna blow!'
	an i quickly found his absmackin lovejuicin whopper, but could only
grasp th bottomhalf--an tha's when brad took hold'a th'rest, an Samson
moaned n'flew upndown m'oversexed cock.  an brad sure was right cuz we
din't have t'jack Samson at'all cuz his bouncin was doin it for us--we jus
had t'hang on as it milked itself an began flexin'n juicin.
	brad was jackin hisself wi his free hand an i started seein colored
dots cuz hell, samson's asshole was frictionin m'rod somethin fearce an'
brad's ballbag was smackin m'face, an things was gettin outta control.  i
mean hell, up t'then i could handle all them wild feelin's but th' buildup
was reachin a point where m'hips kept bouncin up when his ass was comin
down.
	'UHHHHHHH!  O Jeezus!'
	brad's thunderthighs was tremblin gainst m'head, his balls bruizin
m'tonge, n Samson's cock was swellin n'juicin so much it made slipslappin
sounds, an then suddenly Samson's assmuscles jus plain clenched round
m'tremblin boyboner an i felt somethin cave-in deep inside, an i started
gruntin n'knifin m'hips up deep in horny bursts.
	'Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH!'  it wasn't even m'own voice, or so i thought,
but m'balls bunchedup n' m'bigteencock jus let it all go, hosin Samson's
guts, m'hips lockin as i shook n'spewed m'jizz washin out his hole
n'dribblin' all over m'ballsn'thighs.
	'fuck!  I'm cummin too!'  i felt Samson's lovemuscle flex t'twice
its size, n'pulled m'head up onto brad's thighs t'see the whole beefy thing
crowbarin in our jackin hands, the purplehead flared n'snortin til Samson
gave a low gruntin growl.  he batted our smallish hands away an took
control, risin up on his knees over me--m'droolin cock poppin free a'his
hole--an flogged that bigblack manmeat like no tomorrow.  his
moon-reflectin pecs jogged n'flexed, th nipples like bloatedbullets, his
biceps th size'a footballs, as he twofisted his kingkong cock, his
avacadoballs sloggin up-n-down.  an i still don know what made me, but in
th heat'a th'moment, i thrust tween his spread cheeks n'shoved m'thumb
right up his drippin hole.
	'FUCKKKKK!'  his mouth went slack, his musclebody flexin, th head'a
his giantcock flarin n'tremblin an his ass was eatin m'thumb an his thighs
was cordedup, an he howled at th moon as his jizzcannon fired stripes
a'hotcream cross m'neck n'tits.  they splatted n'shot, his boilin balls
churnin out even more.
	jus then brad roseup on his haunches over m'face, his lovesacs
a'jumblin blur, fistin like mad, his mouth grimmacin in hornyd'light.
'thar she blows!' his flarin rod rearedback in his flyin fist, the peehole
a gapin mouth, an man, i had only enuff time to reach up n'squeeze inta
that spot-a-spots jus under his floppin nuts.
	'UHHHHHHUuunggg!'
	ropes'a spermy jizz gushed inta m'openmouth, m'eyes feastin' on his
worshipful eyes as he jumped n'danced that tango'a'love, his hips thrustin,
his hand aimin his snortin helmethead down at m'lollin tongue.  'tommy!
oh! oh, tommy!'  he shuddered n'spewed, n'caught a breath, then seized
again, me swallowin an waitin for th'next.

	the crickets n'peepers took awhile t'take back th night after all
our howlin n'jizzmakin--hell, after all our shudderin stopped, we
collapsed, feelin up spentcocks n'slippery balls, kissin n'makin out.  An
that big ol moon kept on shinin--lightin our way t'th' swimminhole that
night--cocks swingin, balls slappin--an all'a us laughin n'full'a th'
fullmoonin fever.

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