Erotic Story, "Posing Strap Trio" by posingstrap

[Posingstrap]

Posing Strap Trio
...join Tony, DJ, and Juan as a rainy day in DJ's great-uncle's cabin becomes more eventful and eye-popping.


Chapter One

"Godamned rain," Tony said, already popping open a Coors. His six-foot-one-inch, wide-shouldered body dominated the front room window as he gazed out at the lake. "We could still go, you know--- fish bite like crazy in this weather."

"I'm not going with lightning like that," DJ said from the kitchen. His blond head nodded out at the blowing trees. "Besides, the boat'll tip over."

"Shit," Juan said. His mocha-toned Latino body glistened as he towelled his round ass. "You nearly tipped it over yesterday...you keep horsing around," he said, nailing DJ with a smiling scowl.

Tony watched Juan wrap the towel around his tight waist. "What's to do on a day like this? Hell. We finally get to come here on our own, and....!"

"We could play cards," DJ grinned. "Strip poker!"

"Shit...listen to the big talker," Juan messed up DJ's super-curly hair. "Feeling a little horny this morning?"

"Sure," DJ knocked Juan's hand away. "Always. I'd go around bare-assed if you guys'd do it, too, man."

Tony swigged some brew and came over to the breakfast table. His green eyes watched Juan and DJ intently, and his sheer height and size made the other two give him their attention.

"So?" his voice was deep and ballsy. "---join a nudist colony---that's what they're for."

"Would you get me a beer?" DJ said to Juan. He looked up at Tony. "Maybe I should---but they're just stupid. Big huge fences---a bunch of losers playing badminton. You know Mike Bates? He peeked over the fence at that one near Saratoga."

Juan's muscular triceps flexed as he reached into the fridge. "Most guys our age are pretty damn modest. You yack about strip poker, but you're the worst, Deej---always locking the bathroom, for cripe’s sake."

"All farm boys are. It's because of our parents." DJ looked fresh as all outdoors, his smile growing conspiratorial. "But you know---there're some dudes who AREN'T modest--- a lot of guys, actually."

He took the beer Juan handed him. "I've even got proof!"

"No shit," Tony swung his legs to straddle a chair. "DJ's got proof," he nodded at Juan, watching the handsome Latino go into the bedroom.

"Yeah. Proof. I got proof." DJ got up, his developed shoulders and pecs stretching his tee-shirted chest. "It's old proof.....but then, you know, proof's proof!" His shirt came only mid-waist, showing a sugaring of dark blond hair leading from his perky navel down his tanned, muscled belly.

Tony took in DJ's body, his eyes so dark, DJ didn't see him looking. Tony spoke right to his displayed, tanned abs. "This we gotta see." He nodded to Juan, emerging half-dressed from the bedroom. "Deej is gonna show us some old dudes that aren't modest."

"Oh really?" Juan rolled his eyes. "This'll be interesting. Where are they, DJ? --- waiting in the boathouse?"

"Shutup," DJ brushed Juan's shoulder to go outside to the garage. "They're not 'old dudes'.... they’re just.... oh hell. You two never believe anything I say. I gotta prove everything. So now I'll go get your precious proof."

Tony and Juan exchanged knowing smiles as they emptied their beers and crushed the cans. Juan went over to take out two more. The wind howled around the summer house, the picture window awash with pelting rain.

The three guys were buddies, growing up together in their small-town school and involved in things like 4H. Their lives had been spent earning merit badges in Scouts and attending their respective church's youth groups.

Getting to use DJ's great uncle's place was a first for them. They'd just graduated, and the understanding gentleman had even left them a couple of cases of beer, knowing they’d be wanting to celebrate.

A bolt of lightning split open the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. No sooner did Juan pop the caps of two fresh ones, than DJ came back in with a filthy, water-stained, large, brown envelope. He tried wiping the dust and cobwebs off it, which only seemed to make it worse.

"What the hell is that supposed to prove, dude?" Juan backed his chair away from the little cloud of dirt and dried leaves.

DJ said nothing back. He opened the flap and pulled out two ancient-looking, pocket-sized magazines.

"Jeez, DJ," Juan eyed them, smelling the mildew. "What the hell are those?"

"Proof, bubba---proof!" Todd grinned, slapping them down on the table.

The weathered, black-and-white glossy cover of the first mag showed a photo of a smiling muscled teen wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and a little bulging loincloth. The title, "Physique Pictorial" was printed above his nearly naked photo. The date 1958 was in the upper righthand corner. He was standing on a mountain, his tanned muscles rippling, flexing his biceps with a big proud, happy grin on his cute face.

"Holy shit," Juan picked it up, staring at the cover. His dark brown eyes widened.

Tony nonchalantly reached over to grab the second one. It said, "Athletic Model Guild" on it, with a black-and-white pencil drawing of a biker with tight leather shorts, his almost grossly over-sized chest unbelievably nippled. Next to him was a guy looking much like DJ--- big-nippled pecs, smooth-as-silk muscles---his arm slung casually over the biker's neck, wearing nothing but an obscenely packed swimsuit.

Tony's eyes narrowed. "These were out in the garage?" His voice was quiet as he pulled apart the water-damaged pages.

DJ laughed. "Would you believe it? They're my Great Uncle Jim's!" His voice got all excited. "Remember that World War II paper we had to do for Plover's class? ---back in May?" The other two nodded absently, absorbed in the photos. "We were all here for Memorial Day and Uncle Jim told me he had a bunch of old Life magazines out in the garage." He pointed at the mags. "And when I opened this up to see what it was? SHIT! I couldn't friggin' believe it! He must have forgotten he’d saved them.”

"Godamn," Juan whistled, pulling at his crotch. "Who would EVER.....I mean, shit!" He looked over at Tony, who was totally absorbed in a photo of a muscleboy laughing at the camera, his little pouch bulged and sagging from being too stuffed as he sat with his legs spread wide open. Tony flashed Juan the picture.

"Shit," Juan thumbed through the glossies. "They put out stuff like this way back in the fifties?" He shook his head. "Hell, it's worse than hardcore porno shit. I mean, these dudes are still in high school.... you know? ---YOUNGER than that, even! Hell, this kid looks like he's friggin'….!" He rearranged the front of his jeans. "I can't believe it.... hell, it's makin' me...."

"Told 'ya's," DJ grinned over Juan's brown shoulder. "Just look at this!" He grabbed it away and showed them both a photo of a really developed kid, his string thong barely able to hold in his full-blown boner. The sides of the cloth were gaping open, pubic bush curling out. The kid had a great big smile on his face, like he was happy his picture would be looked at by the entire world. "One of these dudes could be Uncle Jim!" DJ crowed.

Tony's eyes flashed for a second. "Gimme that," he grabbed it out of DJ's hands.

DJ watched the big guy examine the kid's hardon, then turn to each photo, not saying a word. He whistled. "I don't know why this gets me goin', but it does." He thumped the picture of a kid with a fishnet thong. "They look so innocent or somethin'---like you two---like they're right off the farm." He showed Juan another photo. "They've all got these weird haircuts and grinnin’ like it's gonna be in the fuckin' yearbook or somethin'. Shit. Can you imagine a kid back then lettin' himself be photographed like that?"

Juan took the mag Tony had been looking at, staring at the "Tom of Finland" drawing on the cover. "Looks almost like you, Tone," he said, pointing at the biker. "Looks like you doing welding in your dad's shop---hairy chest....big friggin' arms."

"Shit," Tony glanced up. "I wouldn't be caught dead in leather shorts like those."

"Oh yeah?", DJ's eyes twinkled. "Then, what about.......?", he fumbled back inside the brown envelope. "......what about......in THESE!"

Juan and Tony watched as he pulled out a handful of cloth. Only when he lifted one up did they see it was a little pouch held together by string.

"What the fuck......?" Tony seemed to lose his usual cool. He reached down and grabbed a blue one. The triangular bit of material looked absurdly small in his outstretched fingers. "Where'd these come from? Inside with the mags?"

DJ laughed, nodding his head. "He must have sent away for 'em! I mean, there's nothing to them! ---like there's no seat or nothin'....it's like a jockstrap with no straps. They’re just like the ones in these old magazines.” He laughed and threw a yellow one up in the air. "They're old as hell and faded and all, but they're not really dirty. We could wash 'em......"

"Oh yeah?", Tony looked at DJ, his green eyes intense. "What the hell are you sayin' man? ---that just because your uncle's an old fruit, we're supposed to put these on?"

"I dunno," he shrugged, looking to Juan for some kind of support. "We COULD....I mean, hell, why not? ---no one here but us chickens!" He grinned, his face growing pinker by the second.

"No friggin' way," Juan said. "I'm as hard as a fencepost. All this shit’s making me horny."

DJ sat down beside him, looking across at Tony, then back at Juan. "So? Calm down a little. Have another beer." He nodded at the window. "We've got all day. It'll be so cool!"

"You don't know squat about posing," Tony said to DJ. He tapped the photo of a guy with his arms raised his biceps and thighs totally flexed. "A guy like this is a professional."

DJ stood up and began tugging at his jean button. "Oh yeah?" He pointed to the open mag. "Most of those poses are just natural, man." He picked up a red-and-white striped pouch. "The real question is whether you guys can even fill one of these up. Most of these kids look like they're trying to hide a peanut." He stared at Juan and then Tony. "Yeah...the REAL question is whether you could even fit into something this small, dude."

Tony half-smiled as he rose, towering over DJ. "You could only HOPE of having HALF of what I've got packin', man." He grabbed the blue pouch off the table. "You don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about, DUDE! Shit. You lookin' for some proof, here? ......Hell....I’ll give you proof...."

The other two grabbed their pick of the pile. DJ headed for the bathroom, while Juan went back to the bedroom. Tony didn't seem to care, standing in front of the picture window, muttering to himself as he stripped off his shirt.

"Oh, shit, I'm still hard," Juan laughed from the bedroom. "Go down, goddammit, go down!"

DJ laughed from the bathroom door. "Even hard, you're not gonna make a dent in that thing," he called out. "My balls alone are filling up mine."

His challenging taunts were barely heard by Tony, who was puzzled by the mechanics of trying to climb into something so flimsy. Certain tasks confused the big teen. Not overly bright in school, he had to settle for majoring in shop. And now he couldn't untangle the strings. Once he did, he couldn't believe the wild feelings that single line of string riding up his deeply-split, muscular cheeks generated. He looked back at his round, lightly furred ass. He was sensitive about his hairy body and height. He longed to be smooth-bodied and tightly muscled like Juan and DJ. In his own mind, his physique was overly masculine---too built, too bulky, compared with his two, athletically gifted, more naturally muscled buddies.

"Holy shit," Juan whistled when he saw Tony turn from the front room window.

"W-what?" Tony looked down at himself, wondering if his pouch was even holding all he had inside. The blue covering thudded out from his enormous thighs. Black hair gushed from its gaping top. The strings from his narrow hips seemed about to snap.

"You're friggin' HUGE down there, man." DJ said from the bathroom door.

"Told ya's," Tony grumbled, eyeing their erotic physiques. "But so're you two," he offered, staring at Juan's canary yellow sock. His eyes drifted to DJ's red-and-white striped sack of sex. He swallowed then, clearly able to make out the shape and size of DJ's fat cockhead.

Appreciating the attention, DJ sauntered into the room, wagging his thrusting, candy-striped package, enjoying Tony's unabashed staring.

"Lemme see your ass," Tony remarked darkly from the window.

DJ laughed, his gymnast, pec-blessed body swivelling around to flash Tony and Juan his round, hard ass. Dark blond hair, the texture of goose down, rode up his exposed slice. He bent over to even show off his winking, pink pussy.

"Awww, fuck," Tony said, feeling blood pump into his cloth-trapped cock.

Juan's eyes looked glazed-over as he watched DJ's show. His gaze then fixed on Tony's pouch---watching it grow ever more angular and stretched. It bulged with balls, the shaft of something very large pressing heavily against the tiny cloth. His own dick hurt as it thrust forward against its yellow fabric confinement. His beautifully mounded, mahogany tits swelled, the nipples hard rivets. His mouth welled-up with saliva. He bent his knees, trying in vain to readjust his sexy package.

"I dig your hairy chest," Juan heard himself say, staring at the big Italian.

Tony smiled, happy to hear his body was a turn-on after all. He flexed his bicep, and then his meaty pecs. "Wanna feel?", he asked Juan, moving in closer.

As though in a lust-driven trance, the trio found themselves in a triangle of thonged nakedness, their pouches filling in heat, looming brightly---inches apart.

Tony's unexpected offer made DJ and Juan both reach out to feel a set of tits they each only dreamed someday of being allowed to touch. Once invited, there was no stopping them. Tony's head fell back as he felt them lavish attention on his needy tits, exploring fingers squeezing and worshipping his muscular slabs.

"Oh fuck," Tony growled. "Pinch the fuckers. KISS those big hairy tits!"

He moaned then---looking at the ceiling---feeling tongues and lips slobbering his achy, huge nipple cones. In masculine lust, Tony felt his hands grab mounds of slick, hot ass as he pulled DJ and Juan further onto his swollen pecs.

Cloth-trapped cocks rubbed and thrust as groans filled the room.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Tony complained, making DJ afraid he'd gone too far. Instead, Juan and DJ watched as Tony backed-up and hooked his thumbs into the top of his straining, blue poser.

Cock---hugely erected dick, a huge mushroom head blossoming from the shaft thundered free. The flimsy blue cloth fluttered onto Tony's thick thighs. The nine-inch, richly veined javelin thwacked Tony's belly--his man-sized nuts heaving back-and-forth as he wrestled the tiny poser off his gym-built legs.

Permission granted, the other two stared at Tony's hairy, naked display ---at his swinging bull balls and flexing cock, as they, too, rid themselves of their little items.

Tony stood there in erected, hot-cocked splendor, watching his buddies' hunky dicks swing out and stiffly bob in heat. He gazed at their suede-skinned balls, at the seductive sway of their rock-hard, meaty cocks. His may have been the biggest, but theirs were hunky and fat and perfect and hot.

Juan's shaft looked dark and seductive, the spread head’s hole staring back at DJ and Tony. Curving in lust, it was thicker than expected, almost glowing in its arousal. It all shot up from a rich, thick pile of kinky black curls.

His even darker balls hugged the base of his cock like two hunky, deep-toned tennis balls. His beautiful, brown body shimmered in the light of the window. There didn't seem to be a single hair on his delineated, wrestler's thighs.

DJ's cock was proud and pink, spearing at a rakish angle from a pile of spun gold. The head of his hotness was a perfect dome, with a beautiful, flared flange. It stood tall and proud above a set of generous and gorgeous balls. A dusting of goose-down coated them, and made the other two want to play and mess with his toys.

Tony nearly lost his mind, staring back-and-forth at DJ's swollen pink dick to the throbbing dark meat of Juan. He watched Juan's big bruiser pulsing, then saw DJ's perfect mushroom-capped cock open its mouth and turn mauve. He couldn't wait.... didn't wait, but came in to grab his fill of balls, his fingers diving in behind then to dig into Juan and DJ's tender taints.

The two moaned, then found themselves locked in a kiss, their pent-up passion boiling over, their hands clamping over Tony's ten inches, their fingers then falling to have at his low-swinging, hot, fat, furry peaches.

Tony's lips found their mouths, their tongues swiping at chins and teeth, little cries filling the room. And without prompting, they were just as suddenly locked in a frenzy of group jackoff---hands wrapped over the nearest fat cock.

Balls flew in abandon as knees bent and pelvises thrust upward---eyes raced over tits and rippling abs and swollen cockheads---mouths groaned and arms slung around behind to grab at flexing, muscular, virgin cheeks.

In a flurry of ripe fisting---their moans and panting bouncing off the ceiling---their bodies trembled together, their muscles seizing and flexing.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Juan's eyes snapped open, his mouth gasping. His balls rode up in warning, trying to snap inside his body. He stared wildly at Tony and DJ, wondering whose hand it was that was sending him over the cum-shooting cliff.

Tony felt an electric current seize his huge cock as he pumped DJ's thick, pink-headed rod. DJ cried out, knees buckling, his own hand unable to surround Juan's dark, pulsing meat. Cum shots erupted, the white jizz firing onto tits and chins and abs. Knees gave way while hands kept milking, as balls emptied and swelled. Their collective cream flew everywhere, landing on the floor, the table, the window. It gushed from their contorted teen rods, the sweet thrills making them slam together, their sweat-sheened bodies rubbing and flexing. Juan's knees gave way.

And then, as if on cue, they all dropped to the rug, their hands fondling one another's nakedness, seeking comfort, needing affection. No one spoke---their nudity, their heaving breaths, their stunning, surprising sexual climax---all of it spoke to each of them far more clearly than words.

Biceps, thighs, and hands rubbed into fleshy muscle, their dripping cocks still erect, their ballbags elongating as they panted together and heard the rain pelt the window. It was as though the wind and pattering drops were themselves applauding the beauty of these innocent nature boys, lying together dazed and naked in the front room of DJ's uncle's old summer house by the lake.

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[Posingstrap]

Chapter Two

Mumbling and extricating themselves the cum-covered trio fell silent. DJ instinctively collected the posing straps and muscle mags, all the while knowing he was probably going to be blamed for what had just happened. The sullen spectre of teen guilt seemed to hang in the air. Staring out the window, he heard the shower go on, then saw Juan go into the bedroom. The muscular gymnast went to the sink and then used a cloth to clean up all the telltale boy cream. He wasn't used to feeling lousy, especially after something as mind-blowing as what they'd just done together.

After all of them had showered and dressed, they one-by-one drifted back into the kitchen, sitting once again around the table. Tony stared in a pout out at the storm, which, if anything, had only gotten more intense.

"I think you owe all of us a new beer," Tony said to DJ without looking away from the window. "And if you or Juan say one single word---to ANYONE....."

"Hey," DJ said, stumbling over his chair to obey Tony's accusing demand, "---you think I'm completely nuts?" He took out three more, then handed them over, not able to look his buddies in the eye. "It just, um, happened---ok?"

"Rain must make him horny," Juan said, raising his can in an attempt at a toast.

"---must make us ALL horny, you mean," Tony muttered. "---or else it's the beer."

"You gotta at least admit one thing," DJ looked back-and-forth between them. "---those muscle books are pretty friggin' amazing, huh? I couldn't believe it when I came across them."

Juan rolled his eyes at Tony. "Hell, Deej, there's total hardcore booty all over the friggin' net and you get all hot over a bunch of guys wearing cowboy hats and little G-strings."

Tony's smile was crooked and sly. "You gotta admit they ARE pretty hot, man." He looked over at the garage door. "You sure no one's gonna come in here? What if your folks'd walked in while we were......?"

"I TOLD you guys," DJ complained, "---they're in friggin' MAINE with Uncle Jim!" He crossed his arms, biceps flexing. "Godamn! It's always like you never trust me. You want proof of THAT now, too?" He threw back his beer, some of it missing his mouth.

"Sure is wild out there," Juan said. "At least the lightning's stopped. How many other cabins are there?"

"None," DJ said. "He bought it in friggin' 1945 or something---he says he won't sell lots till he's fished it clean of smallmouth."

Tony put his empty down with the pile of others and absently pulled at his crotch. "Get me another---SLAVE," he smiled darkly at DJ.

Juan gave Tony a conspiratorial smile. "Gonna make him pay?", he asked, nodding at DJ to bring him one, too.

"He's always the one to dream up trouble. Hell, all this beer alone is trouble! I don't even want to know how you got hold of it."

DJ laughed and sat back down, popping the tabs for the other two. "He's got so much booze stacked in the garage, I could sell it and he wouldn't know."

"The most I ever had was two---at my brothers' wedding." Tony's voice was getting thicker. Of the three, he was the only one who felt free to admit his innocence. He was older than the other two, having had to repeat two grades. Even so, he looked a good five years older than nineteen and a half.

"I am....gettin' a bit hammered, I must say," Juan announced, grinning.

"And I'm still horny!", DJ giggled, tipping his chair back.

"When I beat off?" Tony's swallow was sloppy, running down his unshaven jaw. "---it only seems to make me get goin' all over again!" He wiped his dimpled chin. "---makes me wish I never started."

"What's wrong with that?", DJ asked, staring back, "I jack off every chance I get!"

"---wouldn't if you were Catholic," Tony sounded sullen. "---wouldn't if you had to confess it every friggin' Wednesday."

"You aren't gonna confess THIS....I mean what happened just now?" Juan stammered.

Tony snorted. "I'm Catholic, but I'm not fuckin' crazy." He felt the weight of his beer, wondering how empty it was. "Tell me somethin'...."

Juan and DJ looked over at the darkly handsome Italian. Tony's eyes shifted as he centered himself on his chair. He looked down at the table. "Do I look like a freak to you guys?"

DJ actually spewed out beer. "A freak??"

Juan's large brown eyes widened even more. "What're you SAYIN'?"

"Yeah. I mean, I'm such a gorilla." He looked at them challengingly. "You two are nice'n smooth all over--'cept under your arms and, you know....."

"....down here," DJ grinned, shoving his jeans down to show off his vee of golden bush.

"Yeah," Tony looked at the blond teen's little display. "And like in the locker room?" He swigged more beer. "There wasn't a hairy chest anywhere. Only the coach---only he's not nineteen."

"Totally, totally hot, man," Juan said earnestly.

"Totally," DJ nodded emphatically. "Hell, even COACH wished he had your body--- I saw him check you out once, man. And he was lookin' at ALL you had goin’!"

"Awww, fuck that," Tony couldn't help but grin. "You're the ones who matter the most," he said, kicking the table leg. "You two were in wrestling and gymnastics. I just heaved the iron around in the garage."

"So?", Juan shrugged. "Westling's okay, I guess, but all I got out of it was some new enemies. Every time I pinned a dude, he'd whisper some stupid threat in my ear."

"You're OUR hero," DJ said to Tony, checking the window, seeing how the storm was finally passing. "Every chick on the planet wants you." He got up to get a new set of Coors. "And instead, you hang out with us!"

"Chicks bore me," Tony said, accepting another brew. "I guess it's because I only have brothers."

"I never see 'em around," Juan said, finally spying a little blue in the sky.

"We used to mess around some before they got married," Tony said, gazing out the window at the lake. His eyes grew soft and dark. "We sure did mess around....."

"I'm never getting married," DJ and Juan practically said at the same time. They laughed and pointed at each other.

Tony shoved his beer at theirs, the three quickly toasting themselves. "Here's to just US," he vowed.

"Godamn!", DJ grinned, swallowing a third of his at once.

"I'm so friggin' horny now," Juan admitted. "I wanna try those little jockstraps on again."

"I don't want blue this time," Tony said, pulling at his crotch. "I want the orange one."

DJ was already heading into the bedroom. "I've gotta black one, too," he called out. "You'd look totally outrageously hot in that, Tone!"

"My whole fuckin' BODY'S covered in black," Tony muttered. "Fuck that."

"Shit," Juan said. "---if you want the truth, you should just go around NUDE, man! Seriously."

"Fuck," Tony muttered again, seeing DJ come back with the physique books. "it's gotta be the beer. What's all this shit about?" He looked upset, his ruggedly handsome face frowning.

DJ stood in apprehension, suddenly trying to hide his sexy stash. "Look," he said down at the table. "Maybe you two just want to take one of 'em home or something."

"I'm just so fuckin' horny," Tony said, looking up at the ceiling. "Those pictures! Jesus, Mary and Joseph," he shook his head. "Up till you brought those out, I was fine. Now I'm gettin' hard just seein' 'em in your hands."

"I practically throw a boner when I'm in the showers after a meet," Juan said. “Hell, I even threw one once in a bout!”

"Hell," DJ said, still keeping the items half-hidden. "I get hard in church. I get a boner in the fuckin' library!"

"Over chicks?", Tony looked dazed, confused, the beer seriously getting to him.

"Over nothin'!" Juan announced. "Gimme a new beer," he ordered up at DJ. "Who the fuck cares, anyway?" He looked at Tony, his brown eyes all earnest. "We'll turn onto cunt when the time comes," he said without any joy. His face grew bright again, seeing the sun starting to emerge over the dark lake. "I just dig seein' who’s got something even close to mine!" He laughed and took a swig.

"Funny about that," Tony smiled to himself. "We're each about the same. Every other guy I check out has a little finger hanging’ down between his legs."

"The proof comes only when we're hard n'all," DJ said, hoping he'd not gone too far. "Yours're the first ones I've EVER seen hard!"

"Chicks've got nothin' to GET hard," Juan complained. "And hooters aren't pecs."

"You's guys' pecs are way hot," Tony said, downing more beer. "That drawing, though," he nodded over to DJ, who then felt free to bring everything out once again. "I don't know who that 'Tom' guy is, but he can't be drawing from models. Those chests aren't real, man."

"Trust me," DJ said, thumping his finger at the drawing in question. "Your tits top THIS any day, dude!"

"Fuck," Tony said, a dark smile filling his face with pride. "Even chicks can't have nipples that big."

"Jesus," Juan said, staring at the opened, hairy vee of Tony's shirt. "YOU sure have nipples, man! ---they're the size of friggin' silver dollars!"

In a bleery smile, Tony reached in to flash the two his whole right pec. A huge rosy nipple poked out from a spread of black curls. As if the air alone stimulated it, the wide cone suddenly swelled like a bullet, its rubbery nub rising up from the surrounding fur.

"Oh, Jesus," Juan said to DJ. "Check THAT out!"

Tony let his shirt fall back to cover him up. "Oh God," he muttered. "I'm a fuckin' Catholic. What's WITH this shit?"

"Look," DJ said, dropping his pile of posing straps on the table. "What's 'Catholic' got to do with it? I'm a fuckin' BAPTIST for Christ's sake!"

"Yeah," Juan chimed in. "And I'm a Methodist---but fuck, Tone, horny's HORNY! I'd fuck a godamned SHEEP if I thought it was hot."

"Who the fuck cares?" DJ added in exasperation. "We're just buddies. Big deal."

"I miss my brothers," Tony murmured, grabbing his crotch. He reached over to thumb a magazine. "I'd pose like these guys, too, if I knew my brothers would see me." He swallowed more beer.

DJ and Juan swallowed, too. For a split second the entire cabin lit up with a burst of cloud-breaking sunlight.

"We're your brothers, too, you know," DJ said, moving closer to Tony. "We dig you, man."

Juan got up and came over also, the pair standing crotch-level to brush each of Tony's huge shoulders.

"I don't have anyone but you guys," he said. "We gotta stick together."

"Maybe we should go for a swim in these things," DJ suggested with a grin. "No harm in that!"

"I'll fuckin' drown, I'm so drunk," Tony said, rubbing his shoulders into their jeans. "But I sure am horny."

As usual, DJ was the first one to start peeling off his t-shirt. "Let's just pose! Shit---I even brought a camera!"

"Oh? And do what with 'em, DJ? Submit 'em to some kind of porn site?" Juan said sarcastically.

"Come on, man! We can use 'em to beat off over each other."

"I wanna beat off NOW," Tony said. "Take fuckin' pictures of THAT!", he grinned up at DJ.

"Hey," the curly-headed blond said, daring to reach down to open the buttons of Tony's shirt. "Now YOU'RE the one who's goin' too far!"

Tony clasped his hand over DJ's, drawing it down into his vee---onto his naked, hairy pec. "You want a big lug like me?---a big, hairy, Sicilian altar boy?---huh?" He gazed up at DJ. "Put on that striped one again. Give Juan and me a show!"

DJ reluctantly let his hand slip from Tony's chest as he then moved out to strip off. Not waiting for his little show, Tony and Juan were joining him in stripping off and climbing back 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 furry 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 manly 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. "I’ll bet you any amount of money they did it just to make some easy cash as a one off, never thinking they’d make on the cover of some magazine they’d never even heard of.”

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 Ricardo’s legs."

"Holy," Juan turned down the flame under the coffee 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 both 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 go off—and I mean go off." 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." He looked down at the table, eyebrows knitted together.

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

"With tons of 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.

 

[Posingstrap]

"If Kylie Jenner 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 couple of these dudes are friggin' hot. I don’t care how you’re wired—they just are."

"What is it about muscles?" Tony picked up the Athletic Model Guild. "Is it because we have to work out 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, I’d bet on it."

DJ's hand drifted up to feel his smooth, full pecs. "You think so? My nipples always swell up, like they always want attention." His big dusky-rose nubs were so perky, they looked like you 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 thicker. I've almost STOPPED with the bench presses. My shirts 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 man fur 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, prisoners of Tony's Italian Catholic guilt. The sun kept hiding under a cloud, only to re-emerge in all its glory.

"What about biceps?" DJ murmured.

The other two burst out laughing.

Juan lifted into a double biceps flex, which bouldered like twin shotputs. Tony bested him, his biceps so hugely tight against his flannel shirt, they threatened to rip right through. None of the two 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—all three them--where everything was once again headed.

Tony grabbed Physique Pictorial and looked through it. "Pecs, biceps--hell--fuckin' ABS, fuckin' QUADS--GLUTES....", his eyes lingered on a picture of a young marine on his knees leaning way back. His cap was at a rakish angle on his head, a huge shit-eating smile on his face. The dude's pouch was made out of something so flimsy, 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 muscled thighs, his fingers lewdly dug into and outlining all he had on display. "None of these dudes would strip down like this if they weren’t fuckin’ happy with what they had between their legs, man." He whistled out a stream of air. "No amount of bench presses and dumbbell 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 kind of tentative, almost shy.

"---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 doing so, their cherry red, and red-and-white-striped posing pouches sagging and hefting their weighty equipment in his direction.

"Yup."

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, smiling. 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-blessed, cockbush-crested orange pouch. It was so full, every bulge let the whole world know exactly what was crammed inside. "You dig my shit?" he asked them, fondling his hang, tossing the poser with his hips.

"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 hollered. 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 swollen sex sirens calling out for all to ogle. 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 bounded 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 really good view.

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

"There’s more to do than THAT!" DJ teased, 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 giant tits," Tony ordered.

The two fell onto his nipples, tongues lashing his tumescent cones. Tony reached both hands down to pry open their stretched pouches. And soon his hands were full of hot dick and 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 heat and new-found lust. In a fevered daze they looked down to smack their stiff timber---to swordfight---to feel their naked hardons joust and collide.

"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 stud-loving, weightliftin' Catholic bastard!"

Tony looked down at their wild-eyed cocks, then back into DJ's fevered eyes. "Sweet Mary n’Joseph! ---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 cock-hungry stud suddenly began slobbering and kissing and sucking like the cock-starved stud that he was.

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, gorgeous 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 furry 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 voraciously 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.

"JJJJJEEEEZZZUUUZZZZ”, 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.



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[crazyom]

Well, you did it. That was HOT! I could see those three so clearly and so beautiful to behold, as different as they are from one another. It was like I was one of them, identifying with their initial reservations and fears, worried about what the others would think when they saw what I had or what they might think if I really told them what I thought or wanted.

Truth be told, I indentified most with Juan. I was small and wiry and hard a naturally darker complexion than most and I loved wrestling with others. In fact, in summer I was often asked if I was North American Indian with my darker skin, that tanned very quickly and my almost jet-black hair that didn't getting lighter in the summer. It didn't hurt that I enjoyed wearing the minimum of clothing so I was darker quickly and was always very active - running long bike rides, etc.

This was so stimulating, got me hard and cumming. Unfortunately, I came much too early so I didn't have anything left when it heated up again and got even more sexy, although I did get hard again. It was great that they were such good, commited friends - not only accepting their differences, but enjoying them and admitting it. It was especially impressive with Juan and DJ honestly complimenting Tony on this physique and obviously not being judgemental about his academic challenges or how much bigger his body was than theirs. Too often I have seen larger, less academically inclined guys be objects of ridicule. So, Lance, my friend, you see you still have it in you. You characters are loveable and sexy and horny and make your readers wank and cum - hard! So you accomplished the aims you expressed to me, and demonstrated intellect and tolerance and love. I'll keep following you and providing my inane comments - sorry about your luck, pal.

 

[Posingstrap]

.....such a WONDERFUL endorsement. I NEEDED that boost to my flagging writer's ego, buddy.

 

[Posingstrap]

Chapter Three



Tony was the first to shower and dress.

All the beer and excitement had finally gotten to him. No sooner did he lay down on the front room sofa, than he totally passed out. Once back in their jeans and t-shirts, Juan and DJ and cooked up some Kraft Dinner and hot dogs.

"Just drink tons of water, man," DJ squirted some ketchup beside his. "There's some aspirin somewhere around here, too."

Juan rubbed into his temples, "I'm really kind of okay---it's not really a headache," he said, reaching for the pepper. "I'm just feeling kind of 'flat' or something."

"The food's helping me some," DJ smiled. His cherubic face looked even cuter when he was eating. He nodded into the front room. "Check out The Dude."

They laughed to see how the big bruiser was flung all over the sagging couch. He looked like a boxer down for the count. He was breathing like a grizzly.

"What a body, huh?" Juan broke into a grin. "Even tight ends aren't built like that."

"---that hunky chest?---those arms? Shit." DJ squirmed in his chair, shaking his head in awe.

"His biceps are like fifteen inches," Juan turned in his chair, gazing at the sleeping hulk. "And man!---I mean, JESUS, DJ........!" His eyes grew as he stared at Tony's mounded jeans.

DJ nearly choked on his food to see Juan's sexy Latino smile. Todd thought Juan was about the sexiest guy he'd ever seen---the high cheekbones, beautiful nose, and perfect, velvety-brown skin. But it was Juan's wide, luscious lips that melted DJ down into perpetual horniness. He laughed and nodded like crazy, trying to swallow his food. "I KNOW," he said finally, "It's like a fuckin' baby’s arm when it's hard."

Juan kept staring at their knocked-out buddy. "It's filling out his crotch right now, just lyin' there sleeping!"

"If his lips start puckering in and out, we'll know what he's dreaming about."

"You bastard!" Juan laughed.

Tony jumped and kind of rumbled, his hand digging into the hairy opening of his flannel shirt. He rubbed his beefy pec, then fell even deeper into sleep, leaving his shirt open, his ripe nipple exposed.

"You think all his Catholic guilt is gonna fuck this all up?" DJ spooned more food onto Juan's plate.

Juan stared at Tony's big-nippled chest. "I sure as hell HOPE not—I’d be a hung-up Catholic myself if it weren’t for my parents deciding to turn Methodist," he muttered. "We can't keep gettin' hammered just to make him let go and forget his hangups.”

"Oh yeah?" DJ asked. "Why not?"

The two giggled conspiratorially while hoping Tony might feel himself up again. He didn't. He was out cold.

"---I ask you something?" Juan smiled, feeling a little nervous.

DJ shrugged, then drank some milk. "Sure. What’s up?"

Juan pushed his macaroni around with his fork. "I know I'm not Tony.....I mean--- you know---I'm not exactly a Michaelangelo statute or anything....."

"Fuck!" DJ breathed out, staring into Juan's sexy brown eyes. "You serious, man?"

"Don't tease, okay DJ?" Juan looked more nervous---conflicted.

"TEASE?---Shit, Juan---you're like the sexiest dude on the whole, fuckin' PLANET!" DJ laughed out, disbelieving the wrestling champion's humility.

"Yeah, right!" Juan muttered. "Don't fuckin' fuck AROUND, DJ!"

"Ohmygod," DJ threw his fork down on the table. "Don't you even fuckin' KNOW what you GOT, Juan?---Jesus!"

"All I'm asking, DJ, is a simple......"

"....an' I'm TELLIN' you, dude!" DJ's voice was rising. He caught himself then, leaned forward, and when he spoke next, his voice almost cracked from emotion. "You're so hot, I get hardons just sayin' your name!"

"Awwww, Jesus," Juan looked like he was smiling and frowning at the same time. His face began to turn even darker as he blushed. "You're the ONE, Deej. Your body?---your sweet, sexy face!" He turned his plate with his fingers. "---horny all the fuckin' time? Shit!"

"What'd'ya think I'm horny OVER?", DJ reached across to take hold of Juan's thick wrist, then his whole hand. "You think we're best buddies for NOTHIN'? Shit! Think about it!"

Juan let his hand be held by DJ's, his cock suddenly filling out his jeans.

"All the chicks dig blond musclestuds like you," he said. "I'm Puerto Rican, for Christ’s sake. Hell, I even thought about maybe even changing my name to 'Jimmy'."

DJ kept their handgrip solid, looking deeply into Juan's dark brown eyes.

"I don't care if your name's fuckin' Karen!......"

The two broke into breathy laughter while they kept their hands clamped together.

"---your body's like muscled CHOCOLATE, or somethin'," DJ whispered hotly. "---and your heart's way, way humble......"

"I think.....", Juan faltered, then squeezed DJ's hand harder, squeezing it in his wrestler's tight grip. "I think I kinda LOVE you, or somethin'.......", he closed his big brown eyes, feeling a shiver ride up his spine.

"No shit?", DJ challenged, his blue eyes searching Juan's supercute face.

"No shit," Juan whispered down at their hands.

"Then I'm the luckiest, whitebread sonofabitch in America!", DJ said, squeezing Juan's hand almost to a pulp. "Whooooeee!" he yelled.

Tony coughed, then batted his sleepy eyes a few times. He shifted his huge frame around on the couch---tried to gain consciousness, but gave up, smacked his lips---and fell back asleep. Juan and DJ watched him, wondering if their moment together was going to get interrupted.

Juan nodded over at him. "Wh-what about Tony?"

"We ain't a coupla' CHICKS, you know, Juan," DJ said, finally letting his grip relax. He pushed back his chair. "Love's love, you know."

".....but all that Catholic bullshit," Juan protested.

"Tell me you don't love Tony," DJ said, "---hangups and all." He kicked Juan's feet under the table. "…and then try and tell me we two haven't got a few hangups of our own."

Juan looked at the slumbering stud, now lying on his side, his big crotch bulging. "He drives me nuts," Juan said. "You," he said to DJ, "you I UNDERSTAND. You know that Elton John song ‘The One’?---to me, Deej, to me you feel like 'The One' or something.....", he looked back at Tony. "Him? He just makes me crazy!"

"That makes two of us, man. That makes us both crazy," DJ said, leaning back in his chair, his horny, tented jeans coming into view. "Let's just say we both got somethin' together, okay?........you an' me."

"Um.....sure!", Juan breathed-out, his eyes planted between DJ's legs, then switching to those blue blue eyes.

"No, LISTEN," DJ said, his voice earnest. "You're like THE ONE to me, too. I mean, you're the guy I dream about after whacking off to my vision of you---swear to God---ALWAYS been true....."

"Jesus," Juan stared at DJ's bulging jeans.

"That isn't gonna change---Tony or no Tony."

Tony began rousing, as though the sound of his own name was making him waken. Whole seconds went by before he drifted back to sleep.

"But it'll take BOTH our big hearts---and big cocks---to spread the love far enough to handle THAT hunky, hung-up dude!", DJ declared, flashing Juan a bright smile.

Juan gazed over at Tony, then looked back at the blond gymnast.

"I feel like a godamned jealous chick," he muttered. "He REALLY drives me nuts, DJ!"

"Look," DJ said, righting his chair and leaning in, his voice solid and sure. "---when it's the three of us? You an' I give what we got goin' together to Tony. No stupid head games. No bullshit......"

"....Three Musketeers?" Juan smiled.

"Right-the-fuck-on. Three fuckin’ Musketeers!" DJ said.

"He needs us," Juan slowly nodded in agreement.

"Juan, baby?" DJ waited to see Juan's big Latino eyes looking into his own. "You and I need him, too. Yeah, we got muscle---yeah, we got cock," he grabbed his tented crotch and squeezed. "---and yeah, we got each other.....", he smiled, the dimples in his tanned cheeks deepening. ".....but only TONY drives us BOTH wild when he's around—sometimes crazy good wild and sometimes rolling eyes wild—and we need some wild in our lives."

"Spread the love," Juan said.

DJ raised his palms up. "No chicks around here," he said shrugging his big shoulders and looking at the walls. "---only three dudes who know better'n to get all precious and jealous and spiteful and shit."

Juan nodded over at Tony. "He sees us as bein' his brothers now."

"What'a fuckin' COMPLIMENT, man," DJ said. "You ever SEE his brothers? Fuck!"

"---studs, huh?"

"STUDS?", DJ laughed. "Fuck. Their wives had better be spreading ‘em, is all I can say!---those studs as secretly hot for guys as it sounds like they are?"

"Deej?", Juan asked, his voice quiet.

"Hey, baby," DJ whispered back.

"You dig me, man?---Seriously?"

DJ put his fingers to his lips. “It’s this that tells lies.” Then he stood up. He rubbed his palm over his thickly-full crotch. "This never lies, and it sure ain’t right now. Or do you need me to pull it the fuck out right here to show you?”

Juan pushed back his chair, his eyes liquid and dark with passion.

They moved closer, shoving the table away with their muscled thighs. DJ's hands came up behind Juan's beautiful brown, warm neck. He ruffled the soft hairs at the nape. Juan moaned. DJ looked into the sweetest smile he'd ever seen--at Juan's dark face and amazing lips. He looked at how white and even his teeth were, and how pink his tongue was.

Their lips first brushed, then spread wide, a current of static electricity driving their horny crotches together, their tongues waging erotic, wet warfare before making sloppy love together.

"Uhhhhhh," Juan moaned, "---your big hard cock, Deej."

"Awwww, fuckin' HOT," DJ breathed over those juicy, fat Latino lips. "So fuckin' SWEET!"

Juan's wrestler's arms wrapped around DJ's waist, pulling the blond jock further into his lip-juicy, tongue-swabbin kiss.

Tony began grumbling from the sofa, his beer induced stupor slowly giving way to consciousness.

Juan and DJ crushed their jean-covered crotches together, their mouths fighting, caressing, sucking tongue, biting chins.

"I so fuckin' LOVE you, dude," DJ gasped. "---always, always have---ever fuckin' WILL!"

"Oh, Jesus," Juan bit DJ's earlobe, never ever thinking this moment would happen. "I want you, Deej! All the WAY," he whispered. "You know what I mean, man! Will you, huh?---will you?" DJ instinctively reached behind to grab Juan's totally round ass. "You sure, baby?"

"Oh, yeah---" Juan licked DJ's ripe earlobe. "---been saving' it up for you, man."

"Jesus," DJ wrenched Juan's face forward so he could look deep into those brown, brown eyes.

"YOU'RE the stud I want, dude!", he panted. "---that big hot dick?---you think I don't want it too? Huh? You can just CRAM your big fucker up......"

"......up your what?", they both heard mumbled from the sofa.

The two crotch-hot teens suddenly froze to then look around and see Tony blinking sleep away from his eyes. "You two gettin' it on together?" he mumbled, "---without ME?"

 

[Posingstrap]

"Hell, yeah!" DJ called out, diving back in to give Juan's cocksucker lips another workout.

Juan looked admiringly into DJ's blue eyes, happy at his open bluntness before Tony's testiness.

"When the cat's away....." DJ laughed. "Anyway---Juan's no fuckin' MOUSE," he pushed his hot crotch rocket further against Juan's hardness. "We're LOVERS, Tone!"

"Shit," Tony sat up, rubbing his eyes. "I love ya', too, you know. Both'a you."

"---an' we love YOU," Juan said over his shoulder.

"---Catholic bullshit and all," DJ laughed, keeping hold of Juan's little waist.

"You been talkin' 'bout me," Tony protested weakly, flexing his big arms, trying to wake up.

"We both agreed that you make us crazy," DJ watched as Tony got up from the couch. "You hungry? We've got mac and cheese."

Tony looked down at himself as though surprised he was so big in the crotch. "Hot dreams," he wiped his eyes with his huge hand. "Full'a dude sex, 'n shit."

"Jeez," DJ smiled broadly, dimples in his cheeks, "---now why would THAT be, I wonder?"

"I sucked your big dicks," Tony said, more to himself than to them. "Now I'm not just queer---I'm a fuckin' COCKSUCKER, thanks to you two fruits!"

Juan looked sort of stricken, his abs tightening up. He looked quickly at DJ--- looking for somebody to say something.

"Yeah, well, tell me you didn't like it, dude," DJ gently nudged Juan away in order to confront him face-to-face.

"I thought it was US---like us three TOGETHER," Tony mumbled, standing over DJ like a huge kid. He glanced with hurtful eyes at Juan.

"It IS," DJ poked Tony's bulging chest. "Buddies." He thumped his shotput shoulder. "Pals...."

"Lovers?" Tony looked into DJ's crystal eyes, his own not blinking.

"Lovers, too," Juan said.

DJ suddenly wrapped his arms around Tony's solid torso, his face rubbing into the deep, hairy valley of Tony's open shirt. He reached out to grab Juan's arm.

The three fell into a Tony-dominating, three-way embrace.

"I need you guys," Tony husked. "You're my big brothers, now." He stood a full five inches taller.

"Wanna play around between our legs in the night?" DJ asked, groping Tony lewdly.

"Shit, yeah," Tony rumbled, his mouth burying itself in each of their scalps. "I know I'm trouble'n all---got my shit to deal with....."

Oh, Jesus," Juan said out, "---three queer JOCKS?---it’s a fuckin’ recipe for getting shit to deal with."

"---gotta keep it all quiet," Tony nuzzled the tops of their heads, "---do our lovin' when there's a chance."

DJ brought Juan's face into Tony's opened shirt, watching him nose-dive into the furry canyon. "Lots'a chances out HERE," DJ said.

Tony leaned down to brush DJ's lips. "Other times, too," he licked. "I need you real bad...."

DJ kind of shoved everyone about till they were sitting back around the table, their lusty eyes checking one another out. He got up and went to the stove to dish Tony out some food.

"We gotta come clean," DJ said, putting down Tony's plate. "You dig us BOTH, or what?"

"Shit," Tony smiled, squeezing ketchup all over the place. "With brothers, you don't pick and CHOOSE," he said. "I love ya' both the same."

"What if Juan and I get it on sometimes?", DJ pressed further, watching Tony shovel in his macaroni.

Tony shrugged, then swallowed. "Do I make you BOTH nuts, or what?" he asked.

The two looked at one another, then raised their eyebrows and nodded. "You make us BOTH nuts," Juan said. "Trust me. Just watchin you EAT is makin' us nuts. Ever think about closing your mouth when you chew?"

"Then who cares?", Tony shrugged again. "If I'm in the picture, I get you both--- if I'm not, you only get each other." He plowed in more food. "So what?---seems like I kind'a win, don't it?"

"Fuck," DJ raised his eyes to the ceiling. "That's EXACTLY why you make us crazy."

"I'd only get upset if you were includin' me out'a pity, or some shit like that," Tony said. He held his fork in his big fist and pointed it in their direction. "You sure I'm not just a big loser to you two?---everyone else seems to......"

".....totally hot," DJ said flatly. "TOTALLY."

"You're like a fuckin' gladiator," Juan said. "---makes us nuts just looking at your biceps when you pick up your fork."

Tony accepted more Kraft dinner from DJ and squeezed ketchup completely over it. "I got feelings, too," he said, his deep voice always sounding edgy and testy. "My heart's good."

"You love us, don't you," DJ said, his voice very quiet. "---alot, huh?"

Tony glanced at him, then at Juan. He pointed to his chest with his fork. He nodded. "Deep inside here," he said. "You're my true brothers now." He dug the fork into his food. "You two don't fuck around and then just pretend it never happened and leave me wondering why."

The house became still, the silence filled with Tony's plainspoken honesty. They watched him keep piling in the macaroni. "We got any milk?" he asked as while chewing away.

DJ was quick to go get the big man his milk. He and Juan felt their hearts beating.

"I know I should be all turned-on by chicks", Tony glugged down some milk. "But I'm not." He shook his head a little, then looked at them. "An' it's not like I hang out in the locker room tryin' to check guys out an' shit." He shrugged. "Like, aside from you and my brothers, I’m not all that interested. It’s weird. I just don't get it, I guess."

"Um...what, exactly?" Juan wondered, his beautiful face curious.

"We got any more?" Tony lifted his empty glass.

DJ got up and then just handed Tony the entire quart.

"---why you two give me such boners every godamned minute we're together," he drank from the carton.

"Hmmm, I think I know." DJ said in a low confidential tone, leaning in and looking deep into Tony’s brown eyes. "It's the milk."

They laughed like maniacs, Tony almost choking.

DJ looked out the window at the birch trees and green, green lawn---at the sparkling, inviting lake. "You know, I swear to God no one's around but us."

"We're supposed to be fishing," Tony said, nodding at the equipment by the door.

"Well, fuck that," Juan said flatly.

"I say we make this our own little nudist colony," DJ grinned. "---you know?....like, just go around friggin' bareass!"

"With boners?" Tony looked down at himself. "I've got a rod as big as a fencepost right now." He looked outside at the wide-open yard, completely visible from the lake. "When we're out there, I feel like the whole friggin' world is watchin' me."

"Me, too," Juan said. "I don't mind being in here all naked.....but hell, I keep expecting someone to paddle by in a canoe."

"So?" DJ grinned, rubbing his crotch. "That's the thrill, huh? I mean, shit....no one IS gonna paddle by, but still---it's a fuckin' turn-on showing off our bodies right out there in the open." He looked at Juan,

then at Tony. "Don't be so fuckin' modest. Hell---anyone seein' these muscles'd think they'd died and gone to heaven."

Tony looked at Juan and kind of shrugged.

"Once we're back in town, we're gonna have to REALLY be careful," DJ went on, pulling at his jeans. "---like use the baseball dugout at night...that kind of shit."

"You got THAT part right," Tony said. "All any of us needs is to get caught...."

".....well, fuck," DJ said. "We're out HERE now! We can be bareassed in the middle of the fuckin' DAY---swimmin', walkin', struttin', checking each other out---the wind ticklin' our balls---the sun warmin' up our bigass COCKS."

Tony looked out at the wind-tossed trees, at the hot sun reflecting off the water and began undoing his shirt.

DJ suddenly got up and raced outdoors, the screen door slamming. He reappeared right in front of the kitchen window, laughing at them. Juan and Tony watched through the glass, the whole scene like a movie.

"Crazy bastard," Tony said, a smile on his big lips.

DJ kicked his shoes off and strutted around, peeling off his shirt while tugging open his jeans. The two could hear him singing, rocking to his own beat.

"What'a body he's got," Tony stared. "Check out those lats—those baseball-sized delts."

"Gymnasts have it all," Juan said, watching DJ's deltoids bunch and flex. He stared at his tanned pecs, the way they thickly bounced, then mounded in a solid flex.

DJ's biceps were perfectly proportioned, while his triceps were incredibly ripped. The two voyeurs followed the pronounced tapering of DJ's torso---how his big chest and wide lats suddenly narrowed. His truly awesome abs rippled as he shoved his jeans over his big thighs.

"Fuck," Tony said, rubbing his mounded crotch. "That's so fuckin' hot." He looked at Juan. "I gotta see you too--gotta see your stud bod out there."

"Me?" Juan looked nervous. "I'm not........"

"....don't give me that crap! You're fuckin' hotter than HE fuckin’ is!"

Tony stared at Juan. "You think I've never checked you out when you're wrestling?---Hell."

Juan watched DJ shucking his jeans off his bare feet, his gorgeous Adonis Belt swooping down to perfectly display his posing pouch thudding against his fleecy tanned, bulging thighs. The next thing Tony heard was the screen door slamming a second time. And then DJ was whooping it up, his hefty striped poser rubbing into Juan's thigh as he reached out to help Juan take off his shirt.

"So fuckin' hot," Tony said, pulling his own shirt free of his big shoulders. He stared out the window. "Look at those dudes...fuck!....the hottest pair'a studs on the whole fuckin' planet." He watched DJ pull at Juan's belt buckle---stared at the contrast of golden muscles beside Juan's Latino physique. Juan's body looked like cocoa butter, smooth and rippling and reflecting the sun.

Tony undid his jean buttons and stood up to shove them down over his huge, hairy thighs. "And they say they're nuts over ME?"

DJ and Juan bumped hips, arms flung over one another's wide shoulders. They were each five-foot-eight---each weighing a hundred and sixty-five muscular pounds. Juan's thighs, abs and ass were his best features, while DJ had lats, deltoids and triceps to brag about. Both of them had just the best tits two physique-blessed dudes could even dream of, plus lots going on between their legs, and they bounced their posing-strapped cocks around, giving Tony an eyeful.

"I'm the luckiest fuckin' gorilla in the whole fuckin' jungle," Tony muttered, watching DJ feeling up Juan's perfect, milk chocolate ass.

 

[Posingstrap]

"C'mon!!!" DJ yelled, his voice carried off by the wind. He couldn't see into the kitchen--- could only see their own naked, totally hot reflection. "C'mon, Tony!!! What the fuck're you...........?"

His words caught in his throat, his eyes growing big as saucers.

Tony stood in the open doorway.

"Jesus," Juan actually shuddered.

Tony smiled at their hushed, awed faces. His huge, mushroom-capped erection tottered proudly before his flexed abs. A thick delta of black hair wreathed the base of his monstrous cock, the head so taut, it reflected the sun. He brought his hand down to fumble his enormous lightly-furred bullballs. Staring back at their two admirers were nipples with great big rosy areolas poking up through his tasteful coating of chest hair like a pair of headlights.

Tony flexed his cantaloupe biceps and smiled. "S'matter?", he said, his voice all ballsy and deep. "I thought we was goin' bareass."

The screen door slammed, making DJ and Juan shiver, as though they been wakened from a vision. They stared as Tony swaggered down the steps, deliberately tossing his hips about. "See how my bigass cock jumps around," he said.

They both nodded mutely, their eyes following each throbbing sway of his rigid rod.

"You two're crazy over my monster cock, huh?" He rubbed his furry pecs, his wide shoulders flexing, his bicep bulging. "And you want more of my hot chest, huh?"

"Oh fuck," DJ muttered, his hands blindly trying to peel off his hardon-challenged poser.

"Yeah, baby," Tony said, slowly fisting his nine inches at them. "You and Juan get naked for me. Show off those bodies--show off your big fat balls, Juan. I love those big balls of yours. They just hug up against that big sweet cock, tryin' to make love to the fucker."

DJ and Juan looked at each other as their rock-hard rods careened free of their little posers.

"Shit," Tony husked. "Look at DJ's heavy-hangin' bag, man! Hell, look at those furry stud balls. You both got really hunky stud cocks, dudes. You make me feel so fuckin' full of cum. I just wanna blow my rocks right here, without even havin’ to touch it, blow all over your stud muscles."

"Ohhhhh," Juan moaned, his brown eyes big and staring at Tony's bush-surrounded hugeness. DJ looked mesmerized, as though all he could see were the thrusting beauty of Tony's throbbing nipples.

"Don't just stand there," Tony said, his giant erection twitching in the sun. "Show off them balls! Lemme see 'em swing around, man. Fuck. What're balls for? Air out those stud nuts.... let 'em breathe, dudes."

DJ and Juan smiled at each other, getting back into things. They left their posing straps behind and jogged over the lawn, showing off their naked physiques to the sun and the wind and anyone else who might be paddling by in a canoe. Juan's balls weren't able to swing. The twin orbs just punched out at the base of his ab-slapping dark meat like suede-skinned peaches.

DJ's bounty flopped around and thudded, the male eggs so heavy they swung up wildly, only to smack back down against his fleecy, tanned thighs.

"Jesus," Juan laughed, staring at everyone's hard, bouncing cocks. "We sure are bareassed, NOW!"

"So fuckin' sweet," Tony stared. And the three began to strut around like colts in heat, tilting their hips to make their oversized fuckpoles muscle about in air-kissing thrusts, loving the thrills only an ironhard erection can produce just from being so fucking turned-on by its own size and beauty.

"Feels so damn sexy!" DJ yelled at them. "Look at these hot cocks, man! I love the wind blowin' across my big fat cockhead, man!"

Juan's latte-toned butt bounced and flexed, the perfect spheres so solid, they couldn't even jiggle. Tony's scything monster cock looked too proud to do anything but throb as he tried to get the huge thing to bounce around. The rakishly-jutting nine-incher swaggered in front of him, swathing through the wind, reflecting the sun while his nipples stood out from his gorgeous pecs like corks.

DJ pranced like a goatboy, his hideously distended erection shaking and trembling with each jolting heave of his hips. "Look at these huge things, dudes! Show the fuckin' WORLD!"

"Hell, Juan," Tony said as the naked Latino arched his proud number. "That dark meated dick of yours looks so big around, it's a wonder it doesn't just snap clean off."

Juan stared at Tony's King Cock---stared at how the arrogant thing swooped forward. Like a machete through the jungle, it just carved a pathway before itself.

"Lookin' at yours is making mine juice," Juan moaned. And Tony watched in fascination the dark, fat, veiny shaft trembled, bringing a spurt of cockcandy from the big 'O' of Juan's dickmouth.

"Oh, Christ," Tony moaned. "Yours is makin' mine juice up too!" And all three of them stopped to watch Tony's apricot-sized cockhead spew a river of pre-cum down the bulging vein on the underside of his trunk-sized rod and spindle down onto his furry thighs like hot syrup.

"Jesus," DJ shivered, "I'm juicin', too, dudes." His inner thighs squeezed together, making his cockhelmet stretch the hole and turn maroon.

Tony and Juan stared as his cocklips opened and a pearl of liquid lust bubbled out.

"Uhhhh," Juan felt the wind blow across his drooling cockhead, cooling the evaporating pre-cum, making his cock stretch and buck around.

"My cock's so fuckin' HARD, looking at those two big cocks," Tony said. "Look at my cockhole, man! It feels like it's just gonna split wide open."

"Check out the size of that thing," DJ said, moving closer. "Wow. When these babies get hard, it's like I have to start talkin' to THEM...know what I mean?---it's like they’re separate entities—complete beings--the ones in charge—the ones that rule."

"Ohhh fuucck," Juan moaned. "Mine sure goes nuts when it sees the two'a yours."

The three love rockets kept bucking and spewing out pre-cum at one another. Like prize bulls, they snorted, heaving between their hairy thighs, frustrated with their handlers for not letting them loose on one another.

DJ felt the hot sun on his back, felt the wind blowing across his naked butt. He felt a rush of pure joy enter his heart. He lifted his head up to the sky and threw his arms up, turning around, feeling more alive than ever in his life. "Damn, this is so cool!" he laughed. "Let's make it LAST, dudes!" He walked along the edge of the grassy embankment, half-hoping he'd fall into the lake. "Yiiiiiihaaa!!!---Cocks are so fuckin' cool! They're so fuckin' ALIVE!" He laughed, watching the other two following him, their skintaut erections thwacking their abs. He swivelled around, nearly colliding with Juan's dark lord.

Tony plowed right into Juan's back, his hot erection smacking the muscled Latino’s round cheeks. Juan turned, his sexcharged cock suddenly thudding against Tony's giant sequoia.

"So fuckin' hot, man." Tony shuddered, his eyes full of lust. DJ joined them, spearing his weapon into the middle.

Tony watched the cock trio throb and preen and show off their muscular size.

"They knock me out, these big dicks, man," his deep voice all husky. "What is it about your hard rods? ---makes me just want t'look at 'em---play with'em---bat'em around---fuck'em up an' down---Jesus.....", he pinched his hot, horny nipples. ".....I just want to suck'em both like popsicles til they go off in my mouth...."

Juan and DJ shuddered, their flexing physiques rifled with lust. "C'mon," DJ said, moving toward a large weeping willow near the water's edge. "I'm gonna blow, you keep talkin' dirty like that, Tone. Let's get into the shade."

He watched Tony fondle his swollen giant nuts as he walked through the hanging branches---watched Juan's cock dripping so much pre-cum it spindled down from the lips of his dick. "My big balls are achin', dudes," Tony said, looking at DJ leaning against the willow's trunk. He flopped them in his flat palm, staring at their lightly-furred splendor. "They need to blast their hot load so bad!"

The other two watched his naked billiards tumble between his thighs when he dropped them. "Oh, God," DJ said. "I need to do SOMEthing, man!---but I still want to fool around in bed tonight. It makes me so fuckin' horny thinking about the three of us in that big bed....."

"I ain't gonna last till then," Tony said, staring Juan and DJ's hard-cocked, athletic physiques. "I gotta cum---I've just fuckin' GOTTA. I can still shoot off a fresh load tonight. We all can—shit, we could blow multiple times just from being so into each other."

DJ and Juan looked too turned-on to know what to do, both of them sliding down below the tree in a crouch, their backs against it, their legs spread. Their throbbing erections kept bucking and pouring out juice.

Tony squatted in front of them, spreading his own husky thighs. He made sure he gave them a perfect view of his hot rod. He squatted low enough to let his heavy balls swing down and brush into the grass. "Look at your sweet bushes, man," he said staring between their legs. "All that smooth-as-silk muscle, and then, BAM!, a tight wedge of man hair showing off your bigass dicks!"

"Ohhhhh God," Juan moaned, staring at the knuckle-deep field of black in Tony's masculine vee. "Don't talk dirty no more, Tone......I swear to God....."

"I love smearing my lovejuice all over my cockhead," Tony ignored his moaning. He reached in and used his first finger to spread his pre-cum around his shiny, purple dome. The nine-inch bronco reared up and spouted even more of the sexy stuff. "I even love the taste of it," Tony said then, bringing a strand of it up to his wide lips.

"Godddammmnnnn," DJ stared, "---what're you tryin'to do, Tone?........"

"I swear to God," Juan's brown eyes were lidded with lust, "---I'm so sexed-up now, I think I'm gonna die or something here."

Tony sucked his finger, then pulled it out with a loud 'pop'. "You remember when I was wakin'up earlier---when you two were all over each other?" He pulled at some sweet grass, then put one between his teeth. With his other hand, he began playing with his nuts.

Juan's eyes narrowed a bit. "Um, yeah....what about it?" He stared at the way Tony's bicep mounded when he juggled his fat nuts.

"Now don't get me wrong," Tony smiled a little, the grass sticking out of his teeth. "---but it sure sounded like you were both kinda....kinda hot to......"

DJ's eyes flashed at Tony. "........kinda hot to WHAT? Just fuckin' say it!" He looked quickly at Juan who was looking nervous.

"You know," Tony shifted his naked physique, "---to fuck each other, or somethin'."

Juan let out a stream of air, making DJ touch his knee to calm the Latino wrestler down.

"SO?" DJ stared directly into Tony's green eyes. "Suckin' a dick's not the ONLY thing dudes can do, you know, you big......"

Tony shrugged. "I SAID, 'don't get me wrong', ok man?" He shrugged again. "Hell, I shove my finger up my butt all the time when I'm jacking-off."

It took a couple of seconds for Juan to relax. He looked at Tony, sizing him up, wondering what the hell he was thinking. "I just wonder if it'll hurt," he said.

Tony kept chewing on the sweet grass and playing with his giant balls. The wind made the willow branches whisper above them as it caressed their naked bodies. The sun looked dazzlingly hot just beyond the tree's shade. "You two could fuck me," he said quietly. "My asshole's horny enough."

"Jesus!" Juan looked from Tony to DJ, his mouth open. "This can't be real! It just can't!"

"I need your big cocks," Tony said, his voice deep, his eyes looking between their spread thighs. "I need to have 'em fill me up." He looked into their surprised eyes. "I know you love me. I want your hard love inside me. That’s what I want. That’s what I need so bad.” His voice had become almost a whisper, a pleading moan.

"Ohmygod," DJ said. "I'm gonna shoot! Swear---swear to God---right, fuckin', NOW!"

Tony got right up to stand before the two crouching boys, his furry tits staring back at them, his gargantuan cock proud as hell, thrusting from his black pelt, his fist-sized nuts hanging below. "I've got a nice ass," he said, planting his hands on it. "It's big enough to take your big cocks, and small enough to play with." He gave it a smack. "You want to play around with my hard, sweet ass?"

Juan just stared open-mouthed at his invitation, unable to move a muscle. He watched Tony's huge dick bucking as the big guy threw both hands back to pull his ass crack apart.

DJ felt dizzy--dazed by lust. This was the tree he and his family had a picnic under only a couple of weeks earlier. He remembered how pissed off he'd been with his mother for making him go back inside a million times to get things she'd forgotten. And now? Now he was totally naked. Not only that, but so were his best friends, Juan and Tony. And not only THAT, but their cocks were so pornographically turned on, precum was twining down from Tony's mauve knob, carried by the wind to attach itself to the hair on his massively muscled thighs.

They were naked and in heat. They were naked and in heat over Tony's idea that one of them should just turn him around and shove his dripping virgin rod up the rugged Italian Catholic’s virgin asshole!

DJ finally snapped out of his daze when Tony slowly turned completely around to show off his solid, furry butt.

"See?" he said. "You like it?" He brought both hands around to smack it so hard, the sound startled a sparrow sitting in the branches. Then he pried the muscular spheres apart to give them their first good look at his rosebud. "It's totally clean, too. I made sure this morning." Tony licked his middle finger, then pushed it deep inside his soft, yielding ring. He popped it back out and sucked his finger like a cock, giving it a lewd licking over. “Clean as a whistle," he smiled at the open-mouthed boys. "Tastes better'n my dick--if that's possible," he smirked.

"Uhhhhhh," Juan moaned, staring at Tony's naked, totally masculine ass. He stared at downy black hair wisping the crack. He stared at the way the little trail swirled around his winking hole. He stared at the sight of Tony's giant ballbag swaying in lazy circles below his parted thighs.

"C'mon, Juan," Tony said, his voice so deep it vibrated. "Make love to my hot ass."

 

[Posingstrap]

DJ groaned at Juan and nodded. The two watched Tony bend over, planting his hands on the willow trunk, rotating his hips to make his big, beautiful, naked ass bounce and flex and dimple. Then DJ came in front of Juan and lifted the stunned Latino wrestler up.

Juan faltered, his ironhard cock smacking his intercostals, his abs flexing into a gorgeous six pack. And then the five-foot-eight-inch wrestler was standing there staring down at his ultra-thick vein-blessed throbber. It shot up from his crisp delta of hunky bush like a rocket taking off. His ripe cumquats hugged the base of his drooling tool, getting ready to finally be allowed to blow. Juan stared down at Tony's hot melons. His excited dick bucked in heat just inches from Tony's dusky pink slit.

"I c-can't!" he said. "I'll cum the second I even TOUCH that sexy twat!"

"Fuck," Tony said over his big shoulder. "--take hold of my hips, Juan." He looked over his other shoulder, trying to find DJ. "I need this cock so fuckin' bad, DJ."

"I know."

"Help me, buddy, ok? I need it, but I'm scared."

DJ eyed the unusual size of Juan's dark throatchoker. The slightly pointed head was big enough as it was....but the shaft simply swelled below it. The incredible girth of Juan's thick shaft made it look as big around as it was tall.

"Wait!" DJ started running towards the house, wincing over the thrills his stiff, slapping meat sent up his spine. "I'll go find some lotion or something."

"Tone?....are you SURE about this?" Juan's muscle-corded thighs were starting to tremble in anticipation. He could feel the heat of Tony's spread ass on his gleaming cockhead.

"Godamn you, Juan! Do I have spell it out to you two cocksuckers?"

His face was red from bending over. "I need it!---I need all the fuckin' love you got t'give me....." He wrenched his face around to look into Juan's brown eyes. "Oh, fuck, baby.....make it wet for me, huh? I'm gettin' scared." His eyes widened. "Look at that huge piece, dude!"

Juan dropped to his knees, his eyes crossing as the stared at the puckered slice ringed by wispy hair. Even after hearing the screen door slam, his fat Latino lips experimentally kissed it. Tony's needy hole kissed him back, and Juan went wild. He used his hands to pry that ass canyon apart, pushing his whole face inside. In seconds he was sandpapering the whole, segmented button with his pink tongue, trying to have what he knew only his hungry cock could truly have.

"Lordy," he heard DJ say above him. "How hot is that, man? Fuck!"

"UUUUUUhhhhhhh," Tony growled out at the lake. He bent over more, his hands anchored on the tree, his ass tossing across Juan's face. "Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Make love to my cunt, baby. Oh Christ, I need you so bad!"

Juan came up for air, his dark face shiny with his own saliva. "I gotta now," he muttered to no one in particular. "I gotta have it. Jesus Christ!"

"Here," DJ said.

"What the fuck is that, DJ?" Tony craned his neck over his shoulder.

"It's all I could seem to find," the blond gymnast said lamely.

"Masola?!" Tony shouted. "Juan's gonna bust my cherry using MASOLA oil!?"

Despite themselves he and DJ broke into tension releasing laughter. "It says, 'good source of Vitamin E'," he read the label.

The only one not laughing was Juan. He grabbed the jug out of DJ's hands and glugged it down Tony's furry crease, watching it slide down over his tiny twat. The slippery fluid rivered down his swinging balls until finally dripping onto the lawn. Without a single word, Juan dropped the bottle and rode his aching cock right up the greased valley, watching his oil-slicked rod massage against Tony's virgin ring.

Tony stopped laughing pretty quickly himself, feeling Juan gripping his intercostals and athletically riding his greased cock up his crack.

"Ohhhhh. Oh yeah, Juan. Oh yeah. Are you gonna fuck me now? Huh? Are you.........."

The big Italian never finished his sentence.

DJ's eyes stared as Juan grabbed the base of his greased pole and aimed the slickened ripe head at Tony's spasming hole. As soon as he experimentally knocked on the door, the pursed lips suddenly parted in greeting.

"UUUuhhhh," Juan moaned, watching the erotic lens open wide, the hole a beautiful coral pink. His hips suddenly just plowed his cockhead right into the perfect 'O'.

"UGGHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh," Tony groaned, his huge body heaving forward, the tree stopping him from falling.

"Oh! Oh, Jesus!," Juan trembled. "It's--it's so fuckin' hot....so tight!"

"Oh, fuck me, Juan," Tony husked, "---do it, baby. But...go slow, ok? Slow!"

"Umph!" Juan grunted as whole inches squeezed inside. "Oh, JESUS, Deej!", he cried, his eyes wild.

"Put it IN!" DJ said, using his hand to shove Juan's from behind.

Another four inches disappeared as Juan's dark, muscular thighs began flexing. "It's.....it's so fuckin hot in there," he moaned. "Wet...and so hot....oh fuck, man! FUCK! I swear, I'm gonna......"

His hips drove the rest of his amazing girth up Tony's virgin ass.

"Uhhh--UUUUhhhhhhh," Tony's head tossed between his outstretched arms.

Juan nearly fainted to feel his kinky black cockbush making love to Tony's round butt. "OH!" he cried, pulling out to the flange of his cockhead.

"Yeah...oh yeah, babe," Tony sounded hoarse and needy. "Now bust my cherry! Fuck me. Make love to my virgin cunt."

Juan's hips suddenly shovelled it all right back in.

"Oh, Tony....holy crow, man! What'a sight this is! He's fuckin' you, Tone!" DJ stared down, fisting his pink meat and pinching his nipple.

"Deej? DJ???" Tony called over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm here, man."

"Gimme your cock too, huh? Lemme kiss it and shit."

"Oh, Jesus," Juan stared, watching DJ strut his twitching rod over to aim the throbbing thing at Tony's staring face.

Juan couldn't restrain his pent-up need any more, and began pistoning into Tony's milking asslips, watching Tony's big Italian mouth slurping at DJ's glistening, empurpled, mushroom cockhead.

"Ohmygod," Juan panted, plowing in-and-out of Tony's hungry ass. "He's kissing his hot cock while I'm fuckin' his steamy hole!"

Tony anchored himself more, moaning with each heaving thrust of Juan's hips. His unshaven chin smacked DJ's low-swinging nuts, while his throat swallowed more dickmeat than he could handle.

"Oh..Oh...OH...OHHHHHH!!!! Oh God, Oh God, oh God, OOOHHHHH JESSSSSUUUUUSSSS!!!" Juan grabbed Tony's bentover waist, his physique quaking, his mouth open, his eyes staring down in excited alarm.

He couldn't hold out.

Stripes of Latino leche buttermilked Tony's guts. Juan's hips went wild with lust, knifing his firing cock in rapid jabs until the erratic movements made it pop out and shoot into the air. DJ stood in awe, watching the oiled-up thing firehose all over the place. Streamers of white blew out the dark rod's yawning mouth, splatting Tony's muscled back and furry ass.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Juan's entire body was flexing, his hips tilted upward. He watched in thrilled alarm as orgasmic seizures made his mighty erection fire out more volleys all on its own.

Juan whimpered and cursed and yelled, all the while staring at his out-of-control, jolting fuckstick fountain jizz onto the tree. He finally shuddered and slumped to the lawn, moaning, his brown eyes glazed over in lust, his still-spasming cock hurling out its last drops.

"Now you," Tony's eyes looked up. "Fuck me, DJ. Give me your cock, baby."

DJ couldn't quite believe his ears yet wasn’t about to argue. "Get down on your back, Tone," his voice was husky, his excited cock ramrod straight and dripping with liquid desire.

Tony looked huge, lying there, his knees bent, his wet asshole dribbling Juan's cum.

DJ wasted no time coating his love muscle with oil, then sliding down between Tony's hairy thighs. He didn't immediately enter his ass, but instead angled his body to make his hardon rub and nuzzle Tony's overheated monster. Tony moaned, looking up into DJ's sweet face.

"Get ready for some LOVE," DJ smiled, blowing air across Tony's enormous nipples. They reared-up and bloated through the chest hair, loving the attention.

"Yeah," Tony whispered, "make love to me DJ--like Juan done."

"I want to kiss you first," DJ leaned down further.

Tony moaned, those big Italian lips parting, his pink tongue washing DJ's. He took in half of DJ's face, licking, sliding his mouth over every part of the boy's handsome features.

"This ain't about fucking your ass, Tone," DJ whispered into his green eyes. "It's all about love, dude."

"Oh yeah--oh yeah," Tony said, his deep voice thick with feeling. "Love me, Deej-- be my big brother, buddy."

Still kissing, DJ raised his hips and searched around to find his hard cock and Tony's wet hole.

The huge Italian groaned into DJ's open mouth. The blond gymnast's eight-inches slid home like a hot knife through melted butter.

"Oh baby, baby---you're so hot inside there," DJ trembled. He planted kisses all over Tony's flushed, handsome face.

"Love me, Deej. Love me with your big cock, baby."

"Oh Sweet Jesus," DJ began thrusting his hips, tossing his pelvis into long, deep, sensual delves. The thrills electrified his spine, making his elbows cave in. He fell on top of Tony's hairy chest, licking at a fat nipple, biting it, his cock surrounded by a sucking, clenching heat.

"Juan....Juan!!" Tony moaned across the lawn.

"W-what?" The Latino wrestler seemed to awaken from a trance.

"Come and sit on my face, baby," Tony husked. "Lemme eat some sweet hot ass."

Juan stumbled over, his spent cock flopping around. He stared at DJ's flexing back, at his thrusting hips as DJ did pushups inside Tony's cherry butt.

In a daze, Juan straddled Tony's flushed face, his giant thighs cording with muscle as he went into a low, knee-bending crouch.

"AHHhhhhh!" he cried. "What're you.....?!"

Tony's huge lips suctioned Juan's virgin sphincter, then tongued across the slick, sweet nugget of love. He snuffled up to chew Juan's asslips, making Juan's limp cock dance about as it once again tingled with waves of renewed horniness.

"Oh, baby, baby," DJ watched them. "Yeah!" he panted, his hips suddenly jabbing in rapid bursts of lewd craving. "Suck his sweet ass, Tone--lick those fat balls!"

Juan began fisting himself, his head craning forward to stare down with wild eyes at the sight of Tony's licking tongue. He looked up slightly to watch DJ's muscled pecs flex and jump, then lower still to witness the stabbing jabs of his big ass-fucking cock.

Suddenly DJ pulled clean out with a loud 'POP'. He sat back on his heels between Tony's husky thighs, his erection red and wet and hugely thickened.

"C'mon dudes!" he cried out at them. "Let's blow--blow off these hot loads!"

Tony's big hand came down even as he kept sucking Juan's excited, bloated balls. He grabbed his thick, aching cock and began jacking like a demon.

DJ stood right up so Tony could see him, his ballbag a heaving blur as he masturbated over his buddies' flexing physiques with panting, reckless abandon.

"Oh! Oh, fuckin' FUCK this is so fuckin' hot!" DJ babbled. "We're all gonna.....gonna BLOW our hot jizz all OVER the fuckin' place, man!"

Tony's amazing body flexed muscles the other two didn't know he even had. His mountainous, hairy tits jiggled ripely, his nipple cones standing up in heated erection. His bicep turned to granite, while his knockout abs stood up in tight ridges. His hand flew over his nine inch enchilada, his mouth full of dark balls, his asshole pink and drooling.

"Oh! Oh, Jesus Christ," DJ yelled. "It's....It's.....I'm gonna.....ohhhh--ooooooh! SHHIIITTTT!"

His knees turned to jello as thunderbolts of feeling grabbed his balls and sizzled his cock into a skincannon, firehosed molten cum.

Juan stared, then saw Tony simply throttle his huge dick, the mushroom capped head ballooning into a purple dome about to explode.

Tony quaked, his mouth gumming Juan's hunky balls, as white ropes of hot jizzy jizz, erupted from his cock, hitting Juan on the neck. DJ pumped a stripe of viscous white onto Tony's hairy pecs, then shot another on Tony's jaw. His body shuddered, then seized again, his hips locking upward as his orgasmic fuckpole blew out another gusher.

Juan rose up suddenly, his own knees caving in as he thrust his untouched dick straight out at DJ. A look of amazed wonder filled his cute face as he witnessed his proud muscle expand, then buck, then unleash a fireball of white lava all by itself. It flew through the air, landing on Tony's hot balls and fisting hand.

Whole minutes later they were back in a naked heap, panting under the weeping willow, rubbing their warm cum into one another's sweat-shiny muscles. The summer breezes rustled through the willow's branches. A red-winged blackbird screed shrilly from the cattails and reeds.

"Ohmygod, ohmyGOD!" DJ panted. "That was UN-fuckin-BELIEVABLE!"

"C'mere and kiss me, dudes, huh?" Tony mumbled, reaching for their warm, pliant necks.

And so then, they did.

They kissed for a long, long time, the afternoon sun dipping in orangey fullness through the branches of the whispering trees.

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[crazyom]

It's great these guys are really letting go in this isolated setting - getting past their hang-ups, recognizing how hot they all are and how much they are into one another (pun intended). Also, so beautifully innocent in their enjoyment. They are going to have some real challenges when they get home, being so horny for one another and trying to keep a low profile, but I'm sure they UP for it. Maybe the uncle can help them find places of sanctuary so they can keep up their relationship, after all he already not only provided the cottagem but also added stimulation that helped so much in getting past their initial inhibitions. Fantastic story, Lance. You're certainly giving me a helping hand, making life a little more exciting and feeling good about it - no guilt around exploitation or violence, just guys responding to their needs and one another. Thanks again. It's going to be HARD for me to be patient until you bring us some more.

 

[crazyom]

Of course, it's only fair that DJ and Juan get the full experience, as well as Tony - as in Tony getting to fuck their tight holes and they get to feel what it's like to have themselves blown out by their BIG BROTHER. Just saying: "All for one and One for all" after all they are the Three Musketeers!

 

[Posingstrap]

....there's more to cum with the three musketeers, and thank you for your fulsome praise

 

[Posingstrap]

Chapter Four



"C'mon!" DJ yelled. His blue eyes were as blue as the lake. He was watching Tony and Juan take their time joining him on the dock.

Tony had his big arm draped over the shorter wrestler's shoulders, while Juan's was flung around Tony's waist. "What's the big fat hurry?" Tony yelled back.

Their hip-to-hip stroll made their cucumber schlongs slap lazily and heavily against their very developed thighs. Tony's jumbo balls tumbled against his large cockhead, while Juan's suede-skinned lemons perched themselves snug against the base of his dark dick. It had the effect of making him appear half-hard all of the time.

DJ may have yelled to them to hurry, but he was mesmerized by the sexy, hardon-making sight of his two nude friends. He stared at the contrast of Tony's tanned physique alongside Juan's darker Latino musculature. So too did DJ love the contrast of Juan's smooth-as-silk mocha skin next to Tony's raw male virility. The Italian's giant pecs with their enormous nipples punched out into the sun, the dark forest of curls swirling around each thick rivet. Crowning the whole display were those big fat flopping cocks, the heads so heavy DJ swore he could hear them thudding as they swung and flopped carefree from side-to-side.

Juan and Tony fell silent, staring back at DJ. Both were just as awed by the gymnast's perfect nudity. Though blond, he tanned very dark, a bikini line of white his only paleness. A wheatfield of spun gold gathered in the triangle above his tubular hang. The pink helmet head dangled against a pair of balls so potent and low-hanging, the generous, velvety bag swayed several inches below his meaty piece.

DJ had his hands on his hips, his fingers drawing their eyes from his delineated Apollo’s Belt straight into the apex of his hair-piled, lolling display. Smiling a little, DJ reached down to fondle his downy peaches, making his thick sausage slog over to the left, then fall back against his brown, fleecy thighs.

The trio had rarely viewed one another soft, and DJ's eyes shifted with each healthy slap of his friends' swinging cocks and dancing balls.

"Nice cocks, dudes," he smiled, playing with his nuts.

"I don't want to do this." Tony eyed the lake distrustfully. "It looks cold as hell."

"We've gotta do something, here," DJ said back. "We're coated in jizz and Mazola, Tone."

"So?"

"You're going in, Tone. That's all there is to it, dude."

He folded his huge biceps over his barrel chest. "You couldn't throw me if you had to, dinkhead."

DJ reached out and yanked his big banana.

What followed was a free for all of naked bodies, cocks and balls heaving wildly, as each tried to push the other over the edge. It took both Juan and DJ to finally throw the muscular giant off kilter.

A thunderous splash was answered by two more, the three of them instantly shocked by the heart-stopping impact of cold water against hot skin.

"Christ!" Tony yelled, coughing and spitting.

"Cold at first, huh?" DJ splashed him.

"Ohmygod, it's freezing!" Juan's wide lips trembled.

Tony immediately made his way to the wooden ladder. "This is fuckin' nuts, DJ!"

Juan also swam over to grab one of the rungs, unable to stop shivering. The two watched DJ nosedive under and disappear. Twenty seconds later he was bobbing up between them and spitting water in their faces.

"It's getting warmer, huh?" He tossed his hair from his forehead, looking happy as hell.

"Warmer than what?" Tony frowned. "I'm gettin' out."

"Oh shit, c'mon man," DJ splashed him. "Give it a chance, dude."

"H-how's your ass doing, Tone?" Juan's lips wouldn't stop trembling. His brown eyes looked even larger, making DJ fall in love with the cute Latino all over again.

"I dunno," Tony smiled. "Wanna feel?"

DJ laughed, his legs treading water like mad.

"Be serious for once," Juan said. "Did it hurt?"

Tony shrugged. "Of course it does—no lie. If I didn't actually want to be fucked, I couldn’t have handled it at first." He tossed his wet black curls off his forehead. "But when you want it, it hurts better'n anything in the world. And Mazola is a butt saver—thanks, DJ."

"Oh God," Juan shivered even more. "Then it DOES hurt!," he said to DJ. "I told you."

"You may not want it now," Tony said, his voice bouncing off the underside of the dock. "--but sometime you will." His deep voice sounded matter-of-fact. "No one's gonna jump you, y'know, Juan."

"Yeah," DJ treaded closer, enjoying the feeling of all that water caressing his nude muscles. "Thinking about it right now, it seems pretty radical--but you told me yourself . . . "

". . . I know I did, ok?" Juan said quickly.

"Shit," Tony smiled. "It still fuckin' feels like I've got someone's arm up my butt." He climbed up the rungs, water sluicing off his broad back. “But I’m proud of that feeling. It’s the feeling of having been loved.” And then DJ and Juan were staring directly at his two, perfect spheres.

"It's funny, you know...." Juan said to DJ.

"....my ass?" Tony looked menacingly down at Juan.

"N-no!" Juan's cute face looked surprised. "Shit, no, Tone. God--you sure are hung up about your body."

Tony looked down over his shoulder, his face frowning. "My ass is too big and hairy," he said. "I should shave it so something."

"God, no," Juan and DJ said together, staring directly at its muscular swells. "A man's butt's SUPPOSED to have some hair, Tony," Juan said. "It makes it...I dunno... mysterious."

"Yeah," DJ said. "We've got baby butts--like we're still in diapers."

"Your asses are sweet--just some fuzz down the cracks," Tony came back down into the lake, grinning at them. "--like honeydew melons!"

"Yours is like soccer balls, dude," DJ's eyes sparkled, his super-curly blond hair catching the light of the sun.

Juan positioned himself behind Tony, wanting what was now submerged. "Yours makes me want to just dig into that tight furry crack," he whispered, moving closer. "Explore it."

Tony smiled, looking into Juan's big brown eyes. "You two have real sweet ones," he said. "--like they're just beggin't' be played with."

"God," DJ splashed the others. "You keep saying I'M the horny one! If you aren't actually DOIN' it, you're both TALKIN' about doin' it."

Tony reached out and grabbed DJ's wrist before being splashed again. "Oh? So fuckin' WHAT! What'd'ya wanna talk about, dude?--Fishing?"

"Maybe," DJ enjoyed Tony's rough grip. "We have done any yet."

"We're doin' some right now," Tony let go of DJ's wrist. "We got three big dicks wigglin' at them bigmouthed bass." He reached under and found DJ's bunched-up dick. "--maybe you'll get...a BITE!"

DJ wrestled his hand away and ducked under. His hand slid up the big Italian's thighs and squeezed his big sausage roll. His head popped up and he spit water, "If they go after anyone's, it'll be THIS one, dude!"

Tony made no moves. He just let DJ keep hold of his underwater dick. "Feels good," he said, his dark eyes penetrating DJ's.

"Awww, fuck," Juan said at them. "What's all this horny shit? Haven't you two had enough?"

"What's enough?" Tony smiled. He enjoyed making Juan get all confused. Juan always seemed surprised by his own sex drive--like he was still new to feeling turned-on-- and didn't quite know how to handle it.

"I don't know," Juan sputtered. "We've fuckin' blown our wads three times already!"

"No one's tellin' you to blow your wad, dude." Tony looked into Juan's cute face. "Just play with my balls some, ok? They're cold."

"Awww Jesus," Juan looked even cuter as he moved in closer.

Tony reached over and took hold of Juan's dark brown hand. "Here," he said, pulling the wrestler's arm under the surface, "I'll even help you find 'em."

Juan's big brown eyes blinked twice as he felt Tony's muscular thighs sliding across his warm fingers, until his palm connected with the Italian's submerged hang.

"Ohhh, fuck!" Juan moaned. They felt huge and puckered and leathery. "Your big fat balls, dude!"

DJ's fingers bumped Juan's hand as he tried his best to completely encompass Tony's water-chilled cock. Even soft, it challenged his grip.

"Get me all hot, man," Tony said to the pair. "Give me an underwater rod."

He grabbed the rungs of the ladder for support, his eyes trying to look down into the lake. He flexed his ass, trying to give DJ's hand more cock.

"Oh, shit" Juan said breathily. He suddenly treaded away from the other two. "I gotta pee...real bad."

Tony reached out, grabbing his forearm. "Do it from the ladder, dude. I wanna watch!"

"No way," he resisted. "I can't pee when someone's watching me."

DJ and Tony exchanged smirks, then dove under to wrestle him to the ladder.

"If you can friggin' blow your WAD in front of us, you can take a piss, man."

Juan felt their solid grips on his biceps. "C'mon," he protested. "I can't, ok?-- I never even use a urinal. I always have to use a stall."

His brown eyes looked huge, moving from DJ to Tony and back again. "You bastards," he finally had to smile, his face growing flushed. He wrenched himself free and climbed up, water sluicing down his cocoa- toned, muscular back. It splashed down the deep divide of his perfect round butt.

"Ohmygod, it's freezing cold up here," he complained, trying to turn around.

DJ and Tony watched his naked physique break out in goosebumps. They stared up from the lake--stared up between his flexing, muscle-corded thighs.

"God, I love your body, Juan. Fuck." Tony looked at Juan's cock-hugging balls, now so chilled, they almost seemed too big to stay in their tight-skinned sac. "Your cockbush turns me on so bad...so deep and black and sweet." He stared up at the hunky sight. "Look at the water shining in those tight curlies, man."

"Look at his nipples," DJ murmured. "They're like dead center on each big pec."

"No shit," Tony muttered. "And those deltoids and biceps--Jesus, Juan."

The doe-eyed Latino's full lips shivered. "Don't m-make me throw a rod!--I'll never be able to pee."

DJ wasn't listening. "He's got killer thighs, huh? Those wrestlers have the thighs of death, man. And his balls are so damn out there! Bam!-Bam!...huggin' his sweet chocolate dick, man!"

"Check it out, Deej--it's gettin' bigger..." Tony pointed.

"O-oh f-fuck," Juan looked down past his pec mounds. "Don't get me hard, guys. I gotta pee like a friggin' racehorse...."

"What'a hot cock that is," DJ's voice was reverent. He watched the lake-chilled, umber head blossom. It transformed itself from a wrinkled prune to a burnished, glossy plum. The cock hole opened fully, staring back at the admiring boys.

"Look at that badboy grow!" Tony watched its coiled thickness begin stretching. The shaft swelled, the weighty head bobbing in heartbeats. It grew to twice its size, then began bulging under their gaze until it literally tripled in girth.

"Uhhhhh," Juan's body shook with a riot of sensation, his kingsized cock bouncing stiffly upward. "My bladder's gonna explode!--Damn you, DJ!"

"How hot is THAT!", Tony said, looking up at the wrestler's turned-on display. He watched Juan's flexing, muscular cock turn rockhard in complete arousal, the sight totally transforming the built Latino's entire physique.

"Godamn, I just wanna SUCK that big fat sweet cock," DJ stared at it.

Juan grabbed the ladder posts mightily, his muscles trembling and flexing. He stared down at the water-treading DJ and Tony--stared down at his totally swollen, pulsing erection.

"OOOOOhhhhhhhuuuuugggggggghhh."

His turgid piece bucked wildly. Juan felt a seismic tremor uncork his bladder. Gripping the posts for dear life, his triceps popped, his thighs flexing outwards, his cock heaving and lurching.

DJ and Tony stared in panicked alarm as a gyser of yellow fountained in a golden arc over their heads, the hot piss hosing the lake.

Juan's eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth grimacing. "AAAAhhhhhhhhhhgggg," he moaned, his emptying bladder feeling big as a football, the endless gusher still waterfalling all over the place. His hugely turned-on cock pumped out piss in a mixture of relief and orgasm, making Juan grunt and quake, nearly losing his grip.

Not wanting to get hit, DJ and Tony ended up swimming directly into it, the potent, hot spray splatting their faces, making them duck under and swim further out.

Juan finally grabbed his firehosing dick, shudders going through his body, shaking out the last spurts, his mind a complete blank as he gave himself over to raw physical forces. He saw DJ and Tony resurface, watching him moan and squeeze his fat cockhead free of the remaining drops.

"I hope you got nailed," he said, pissed off as well as pissed out. "That nearly killed me, you bastards."

He jumped back into the lake, then immediately climbed back up the ladder and onto the dock, heading for the cabin.

 

[Posingstrap]

DJ and Tony watched him as they, too, made their way up onto the dock. Only when they left the relative warmth of the lake did they realise why Juan had been shivering. The late afternoon sun was behind the trees and the wind turned their muscles into a mass of goosebumps. The evaporating breezes instantly shrivelled their balls and made their man-sized dicks poke from their wet bushes like shy turtles.

DJ raced ahead, bringing out towels. They dried off on the cedar deck. "Damn," he muttered, his body trembling, his lips blue. "I wanted to stay all naked and shit."

Juan stared at him darkly. "The hell with that, DJ. I've never been so cold in my whole godamned life."

DJ knew better than to answer back, joining the others in climbing into his jeans and warmest flannel shirt. He then went into the house and came back with three beers. The sun was casting long shadows over the lawn as DJ poured a bunch of gasoline over the charcoal in the barbeque.

Grinning at them, he ceremoniously threw in a lit match. Tony and Juan nearly dropped their beers at the sudden whoosh of flame.

"Jesus!" Juan's chair tipped backwards. "--you know what you're DOIN', DJ?"

Tony glugged some beer. "Just don't burn your dick off, dude—or that sweet brown bush'a yours."

"It's BLOND," the cute gymnast insisted, "AND, yes, I know what I'm fuckin' DOING, ok?" He poked at the briquettes with a stick. "--if you weren't so godamned hungry....."

"....oh yeah," Juan rolled his eyes at Tony. "--now it's all OUR fault all of a sudden!"

The blond jock grabbed his brew and sat in the remaining Adirondack chair. "You know what's so cool?" He raised his can in a toast and took his first swig.

"What's so cool, dude....tell us," Tony said, nearly halfway through his.

"--that we really get along," DJ said sincerely, smiling like he'd just discovered The Meaning of Life.

"I guess so," Tony said. "--we get along perfect when we're suckin' dick, or getting wasted."

"--or both!" Juan finally smiled again, feeling happy.

"No--c'mon!" DJ grinned. "We DO!" He relaxed, his body finally warm enough to stop shivering. His blue eyes were almost purple in the twilight. "We're so awesome together now."



"Me too?" Tony murmured. He looked from DJ to Juan, still feeling insecure and left out of their special friendship.

"Fuck," Juan said, sounding unusually firm. He looked at the square-jawed Italian. "It's US--okay?" he pointed at each of the others, then at himself. "We're your fuckin' brothers now."

"I'll say!" DJ joked, drinking more beer.

"Shut up, Deej", Juan said. He turned his dark brown eyes on Tony. "You're the most honest, big-hearted dude that me'n Deej could ever, EVER, fuckin' hope't have as a buddy," he said. "So?", he demanded. "Are we your big brothers, or NOT?"

Tony shifted his big, muscular physique in the sagging lawnchair. "Shit," he said, looking away from the others. "I love you guys so fuckin' much," he muttered. His flannel shirt stretched over his biceps as he swiped at his eyes. "You two..." he fought for words, making DJ and Juan suddenly look at one another with raised eyebrows. ".....you two make me....make me want'a hold you and love ya' up--all the fuckin' TIME."

Juan and DJ felt unable to move, unable to do anything except feel Tony's big heart reach out to them.

"I look in the mirror," Tony then said, wiping at his unshaven cheek. "--I see this big, built dude with a big dick'n balls." He spoke out at the orangey sky. "I smile--and yeah, my teeth are straight--I see a dude who's nice to look at n'shit." He shrugged, taking time to swig his beer. "--but I don't buy it," he shrugged again. "I feel left out—like it's not really me, or somethin'."

"Tony," DJ got up from his chair.

The rugged-face Italian shook his head, then went on. "--but I hook up with you two dudes--two perfect studs--and....and, Jesus." His green eyes opened to then stare at them. "--you somehow see the guy in the mirror!--you see the Tony I think I'm NOT!"

"Shit," Juan said, frowning. "Your brothers sure fucked you up, but good." He stood up, his body looking compact and powerful. "WE'RE the lucky dudes--me'n Deej!-- FUCK."

"You belong with US, now," DJ agreed, he and Juan moving closer to Tony's chair. "We're COCK buddies, now. FUCK brothers!--try and get in the way of that!" he yelled out to the whole world, running his hands down over Tony's flannel-covered, beefy tits.

"You make me feel BIG," Tony put his hands over DJ's, feeding him his fat nipples. "--big'n strong an' tough'n shit."

Juan watched them, pulling at his cock-mounding fly.

For a while no one said a word. DJ went into the house, leaving Tony and Juan drinking their beers, watching the sky turn from orange to purple.

"You know, one thing bothers me," DJ said, reappearing with a box of beef burgers. He threw the frozen patties onto the grill. "Not to get all Freudian n’ shit, but are Juan'n I some kinda fuckin' SUBSTITUTES for your real brothers, Tone?" His blue eyes bore into Tony's as he took a swig of beer.

Tony took his time answering. He was feeling more sure of himself, more secure. "They should be so friggin' lucky," he said, trading stares with DJ, then slowly looking over at Juan. "They want 'cunt'?" He shrugged. "Hell--they got it."

"What I mean is," DJ persisted.

"NO," Tony growled, his eyes flashing. "What I fuckin' MEAN is that you ain't two CHICKS, ok?"

DJ nodded, wondering what the logic was.

"--we ain't ALLOWED to fuckin' marry each other, us three, at least not yet as things stand," Tony went on. "--'fuck buddies' don't do it for me--fuckin' FRIENDS don't cover what I got inside f'you." His voice was so deep it vibrated. "The closest I got inside is BROTHERS, ok?"

"Yeah, sure, Tone," Juan said, backing away from his intensity.

"--Not my OWN brothers," Tony kept insisting, "--they're all 'pussied-up' with families'n'shit." He looked from Juan to DJ and back to Juan. "--but we Italians mean BROTHERS when we say 'brothers'!--you get me?"

DJ and Juan simply nodded, their eyes staring at Tony's flexing muscles.

"It's deeper than rings'n best mans'n flowers'n shit," Tony said. "WE don't need that crap." He looked up at them. "When I say you're my BROTHERS--I MEAN it! In HERE," he thumped his huge chest.

The wind blew the smell of barbequed burgers around the deck.

"Jesus Christ!" DJ murmured. "I think that calls for another BEER!"

"Fuckin' right," Tony said, a slow smile finally appearing on his roughly handsome face. He looked up a Juan. "You dig it, dude?"

Juan sat back down, looking dazed. "It...it kinda gives me a...a hardon," he admitted.

"That makes TWO," Tony said as DJ headed back for more beer.

"Oh, Jesus," Juan shuddered in his chair, his features now even darker in the shadowy light. "I never felt THIS way before," he killed his beer. "--never in my whole life, Tone."

"Me neither," Tony said, watching DJ come back out and hand him a new beer. "No pressure, though, dudes." He popped the tab. "Things change and life goes on." He wiped foam off his full lips. "When you jocks have enough of Tony--you just say it." He leaned back. "But while we still have what we got?" He shrugged. "It's just fuckin' sweet, is all."

"God," DJ said, standing next to Juan's chair. "We may've fucked you up the ass--but Jesus Christ, Tone--you just fucked us up the HEART."

"I just fuckin' love you," Juan said, his voice suddenly sounding Italian. "--and DJ-- AND all this horny, jock shit!" He laughed, the others clinking beers with him.

"Then let's just fuckin' EAT," Tony said, a feeling of pure joy entering his big heart.

They tore into their burgers, the swim making them ravenous.

"You're friggin' lucky I packed these burgers, you losers," DJ said between swallows. "I figured we'd just be eatin' bass by now."

"Oh, we've been eatin'," Tony smiled slyly at Juan. He pulled down his fly. He reached inside and just flopped his hairy cock and balls out. "It just ain't been exactly BASS!"

"Oh, Jesus God," Juan said, looking at Tony's half-hard, big-headed dick--at his hugely soft balls hanging out his jeans. "Check all THAT out, Deej!"

"It's fuckin' fillin' UP," DJ breathed, staring. "You're springin' a fuckin' ROD at us, Tone--right out here while we're eating!"

"Fuckin' right," Tony said, looking from DJ to Juan, still chewing his burger. "Haul yours out."

"No problem, dude," DJ shoved the rest of his burger in his mouth. He tore open his jean button, ripped down his zipper and shoved his jeans down over his fleecy, tanned thighs. Teasing the others, he fondled his bikini briefs, using his fingers to play with his pouch-stretching cock and balls. Then he just reached inside and slung the whole ample bundle out the side. His golden bush caught the last glimmers of sun while his thick, pink-headed dick looked dazed as it stretched and fell against DJ's generous, peach-fuzzed balls.

"Ohhhhh, f-u-c-k-k-k," Juan stared from DJ's to Tony's thickening tools.

"Let's see it, dude," Tony said to him, "--before the fuckin' sun disappears."

Juan licked his fingers, then stood up, fighting to spread open his pants. He, too, played with his pouch, letting them see the way his dark physique made those white briefs outline his thrusting sex. His superfull testicles filled out the cloth like tennis balls. "I wanna punish you guys for makin' me pee," he said, tracing his thick meat through the thin cotton. "Maybe I won't even let you see it." He rubbed his palm over his cock-hugging balls.

"C'mon dude, show us," Tony said. "We did you a fuckin' favor gettin' you to piss in front of us. Now you can do a repeat without being shy."

Juan parted his smooth, muscle-corded thighs, then suddenly pulled down his waistband. His great, dark, very thick cock catapulted out of his black, kinky bush like a sprung animal. The colossal shaft was already sexed-up, his balls bulging below it.

"Oh yeahhhhh," Tony breathed, feeling his dick jerking in horniness. "Hot chocolate COCK," he said.

"Fuck," DJ said. "Let's just get naked!" He stumbled as he tried yanking his jeans free of his feet, his eyes staring on Tony and Juan's swollen dicks.

"Put on the fuckin' lights," Tony said. "I wanna see what we got, dude."

DJ hurriedly rid himself of the rest of his clothes, then grinned to feel his cock smack his thighs as he went in to give them more light.

"Fuck--what'a body," Tony said. "--so fuckin' hot, Juan."

"It's nothin' like YOURS," Juan stared at Tony's colossal, hairy pecs--at his silver dollar-sized areolas with their rubber bullet nubs.

"You fucked me," Tony said, his voice low and soft. "I still feel it up inside my ass."

"Oh God," Juan said, staring at Tony's enormous cock with its thick-collared head. "You gotta fuck us too, Tone."

"I can't find the stupid light switch!" DJ yelled from inside the cabin.

"I'll make it good for you," Tony slowly jacked his kingsized tool. "I'd never hurt you or Deej."

"Oh fuck, you make me nuts," Juan said, watching Tony's maddening cock-milking. "Your heart's bigger than your big cock!"

"And tonight?" Tony smiled. "I'll put your sweet boyface on my big hairy tits." He rubbed his palm over his ripe nipples. He raised his huge arms into mountains. "--keep you warm'n safe'n shit--snow--rain--fuckin' tornado!" he smiled. "You's my big brothers—my heros!"

"Jesus Christ," DJ yelled. "Forget it. Just come in here, ok?"

He was standing at the table, holding a big bowl of potato salad. "It's getting too cold out there anyway. You dudes still hungry?" His cock was dangling low against his even lower, swinging balls.

When DJ looked up, he saw Juan and Tony pause in the front room to kiss, their outrageously erect cocks doing a tango below. "Jesus," DJ said, "--don't mind ME."

Tony looked at him and grinned. "I was just tellin' Juan how I'll hold you's in the nighttime." He and Juan walked toward the kitchen, their great dicks sything back-and-forth. "I'd fuckin' die before anything'd threaten you." He flexed his big hairy pecs in the kitchen light. "I'll tuck your sweet heads right up into my big warm armpits," he raised his huge biceps.

"Can we play around with your balls'n cock, too?" DJ asked, staring between his hairy thighs.

"Sure," Tony said, reaching down to flop his kiwis around at them. "They're all yours now."

"Ohhhh, sweet!" Juan stood there staring so intently, his shiny cockhead issued a perfect pearl of pre-cum in the stretched hole.

"Fuck," DJ said, putting down the potato salad, staring at their muscles--at their hairy vees--at their flexing, erected flesh. "Come September, we gotta move, guys." He licked his lips. "--move someplace-- get an apartment."

"Shit, I could!" Juan said. "They want me out--keep asking why I'm not going off to college like everyone else."

"I'll take good care'a you's," Tony slowly fisted the generous skin over his muscular shaft. "My Momma's second cousin's got a farm in Vermont. He's way cool, dudes." He fingered his massive hairy balls.

"He's got a black dude for a live-in partner." He smiled. "They run it with a profit, too."

"No shit?" DJ said, his own cock now roaring hard.

"I'm still hungry," Tony said, looking at the big bowl of potato salad.

DJ grinned, then winked at Juan. Juan's mouth opened in astonished alarm as DJ pried his stiff whopper down into the middle of it.

"What're you....??!!"

DJ laughed. "It's cold!" He shivered, laughing to see his big erection bounce out, covered with the creamy stuff. "Wanna lick my hot appetizer?" DJ grinned over at Tony.

Tony watched the mixture slide down onto DJ's big balls, then just dug his fingers into the bowl and painted his fat nipples.

"You hungry too, Juan?" Tony smiled, his eyes dark green and shining.

Juan stared at Tony's pecs--at the pasties of salad making the Italian's huge tits look lewdly distended.

"C'mon," Tony said, "I wanna eat DJ's big cock."

A groan fell from Juan's lips as his arching cock led him forward to lick at Tony's nipples.

"Atta boy!" DJ cheered, turned on by those big Latino lips sucking at Tony's tits, licking each nipple wildly.

"Nice salad," Juan smiled shyly, rubbing his nose into the furry canyon of Tony's massive pecs. "You make it, DJ?"

"You kiddin'?" DJ said, watching Tony moving his way. "It's from Wegman's Deli counter."

Tony crouched before DJ's spread legs, eyeing the mayonnaise cock and yummy coated balls. "Looks good enough to eat," he said, then nibbled at the huge head.

DJ's muscles flexed as currents of sex raced up his dick. Tony's mouth began feasting on the whole twitching shaft. "God DAMN," DJ smiled at Juan. "Put some on your bicep, dude. Lemme lick it all off."

Juan hesitated, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Tony cleaning off DJ's jiggling balls. He made his right arm into a flexed mound of muscle, then slathered salad on top and came over to DJ.

"Oh yeah!" DJ yelled. "Put THIS in a Wegman's commercial!" He stared at the contrast of pale potato salad crowning the mahogany darkness of Juan's perfect bicep. He leaned down to kiss the huge muscle, eating it clean, then tonguing the whole, sexy boulder.

"Awwwh, Christ," Juan moaned, loving DJ's voracious licking. "Feels so fuckin' good, dude."

Tony was snuffling into the sweet pile of DJ's golden cockbush, his tongue lashing at gleaming wet cock and spit-shiny balls. DJ began dancing around, unable to handle the sensations. "I gotta light some candles or something," he looked in the cupboards.

"I wanna hold you dudes in bed," Tony said, watching DJ's dancing erection careen and bob as he grabbed three candles.

"C'mon, Juan," DJ said. "Tony wants to love us all up!"

 

[crazyom]

OK, enough with the BIG build-up. Can’t wait to hear about Tony looking after DJ and Juan. If Tony still feels that their cocks are still in him, just thinking about how they’re going to feel when Tony gets done fucking them is a turn-on. And, if that’s a turn-on, then when he’s doing them is going to be even hotter.

Obviously these guys are in ‘lust’ with each other, but it seems it’s becoming deeper (pun intended), sounds like is growing into love. It’s great to see Tony gaining confidence in himself and expressing himself so openly and clearly to the others and them being so nurturing to him, beyond the sex. Don’t try to tell me you just want your stories to provide a good wank, which you are doing. You are making these guys sincerely lovable and loving and that’s fantastic. Continued thanks and appreciation. I’m so glad I discovered you and you have allowed me in so much.

 

[Posingstrap]

OK, enough with the BIG build-up. Can’t wait to hear about Tony looking after DJ and Juan. If Tony still feels that their cocks are still in him, just thinking about how they’re going to feel when Tony gets done fucking them is a turn-on. And, if that’s a turn-on, then when he’s doing them is going to be even hotter.

Obviously these guys are in ‘lust’ with each other, but it seems it’s becoming deeper (pun intended), sounds like is growing into love. It’s great to see Tony gaining confidence in himself and expressing himself so openly and clearly to the others and them being so nurturing to him, beyond the sex. Don’t try to tell me you just want your stories to provide a good wank, which you are doing. You are making these guys sincerely lovable and loving and that’s fantastic. Continued thanks and appreciation. I’m so glad I discovered you and you have allowed me in so much.

....your continuing input is helping the storyline!

 

[Posingstrap]

DJ led them to a room none of them had yet been in. He fumbled with the matches, making the others hold their candles closer. "This is like that movie we saw," he made ghostly 'whooos'.

"Yeah, except those dudes weren't naked and throwin' rods," Tony said, examining the wooden door. "Whose room IS this, Deej?"

With candles now lit, DJ opened the old fashioned latch. Very cold air washed over their physiques, making Juan shiver and squint into the darkened space.

"Cold, huh?" DJ said. "No one sleeps here except my folks—Uncle Jim lets them use it when we're all here together." He walked right past them holding his candle up high. "Check out the bed!"

"This is your FOLKS' bed?" Juan said, eyeing the king sized, quilt-covered expanse. "I thought we'd just use our own."

"Fuck that," DJ grinned. "We need room, dude." He moved right up to the headboard, setting the candle down on the side table. "Jeez, but you dudes look hot in this sexy light!" He went and grabbed theirs, adding them to his own.

Tony and Juan stood at the wooden baseboard, still feeling shy about using an unfamiliar bed. "Fuck," Tony finally said, his deep voice filling the cold space. "It's friggin' freezing in here." He looked at the giant shadows their nudity cast on the knotty- pined walls. "What'd'ya want us to do NOW, Deej?--Pose for you?"

"Fuck yeah!" DJ grinned. "Lemme see those sweet, hot bodies!"

Tony wasted no time moving into a double biceps pose, his arms turning to granite, his forested pecs mountaining into beefy slabs of nippled strength.

Juan turned sideways, drawing his wrestler's arms into an angled slant behind his round ass. He suddenly flexed his triceps until his smooth, chocolatey muscles popped out in ripped definition.

"Oh fuck! That's so fuckin' hot!" DJ stared at Juan and Tony. "Look at the friggin' WALL, man!" The obscene shadows cast by the candlelight made Juan's erection look three feet high. The cute Latino grinned and flexed his muscular cock while DJ and Tony watched the silhouette of it carve its way almost to the ceiling.

DJ had his hands on each hip. He sucked in his abs to flare out his wedgy, gymnast lats, lift his muscular ribcage and flex his pecs. His softball-sized deltoids crowned his big biceps as his eight-inch erection trembled up against his concave belly. His huge, gorgeous balls swung between his golden-fleeced thighs. Keeping his pose, he stood sideways to the flame, watching his silhouetted cock knife up beside Juan's on the wall.

"That's enough to make anyone queer," Tony said, staring. "Look at what you dudes're doin' to my big cock!"

Juan and DJ stared at the enormous size of Tony's turned on, vein-laced erection with its glossy, thick-collared head.

"You two make me so fuckin' hard, every fuckin' minute," Tony said, staring down at himself. "--can't fuckin' HELP it," he flexed his furry tits. "I shoot my big load all over the place, then it just gets even harder all over again."

DJ stared at Tony, then over at Juan, his eyes fixed on their beautiful, erect cocks-- at their muscular, naked physiques. "Shit," he muttered, "I thought I'd die when you went along with tryin' on those little poser dealies." He looked down at the huge expanse of bed. "Now we're gonna play bareass, all night long in bed together!"

"I'm gettin' real cold, Deej," Tony said. "I wanna hold you two in my arms."

"Get the fuck on there, big boy," DJ grinned. "Let's make this bed experience some REAL lovin'!"

Juan and DJ watched Tony's muscular, two hundred pounds climb into the middle, till he lay flat on his back, his huge cock spearing up in a stiff arch over his tanned belly. His handsome face lay back into the pillows, looking up at them.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he said, watching them staring at his beefy tits. He patted the quilt on either side of his tremendous physique.

"Just lookin'," DJ purred, kneeling his way over to Tony. "You're sexier than ever in bed like this, Tone."

Juan came around the other side, then kneed his way closer. "God," he said, his body still shivering in the dim candlelight. "We're throwin' rods in your parent's bed!" He flashed a big dazzling smile over at DJ.

DJ snuggled into Tony's muscular warmth, running his fingers through the Italian's curly chest hair. "That's three more hard cocks than THIS bed's ever seen!" he licked Tony's big fat tit cone.

Tony wrestled his biceps under Juan and DJ to draw both their faces onto his big hairy pecs. The sound of slurping filled the knotty-pined, candlelit room as the two dudes nursed wetly on his juicy, plumped-up, turned-on nipples. The two zoned into that needy, hungry, tit-loving place where hunky mantits rule, filling wet mouths with all any man wants or needs in this world.

"You warm now, huh?" Tony kissed into their scalps. "--suckin' on my big tits?"

"Oh God, don't make this end," Juan came up for air. "Please—if there's a God in heaven, don't EVER make this fuckin' stop!" he said up at the shadowed ceiling.

"--Don't have to y'know," Tony said. "I'm serious about my cousin Rick and his place, man."

"So am I," Juan said, coming up for air and rubbing his nappy head against Tony's full bicep. "My folks don't give a shit where I go, as long as it's out of the house."

"I'd go to fuckin' MARS to be like this together," DJ said, resting his head sideways to stare down Tony's abs to view the huge, glowing cockhead.

"I've been there plenty of times--Vermont, I mean," Tony bulged his biceps under their warm, pliant necks. "He's darker skinned than you, Juan."

The Latino wrestler erotically ran his palm down the ridges of Tony's fleecy-haired abs, never before being so quietly near the big Italian's nudity. "That so?" he replied, not totally listening.

"His daddy was from Morocco, I think." Tony watched Juan's palm slide down his tanned, concave belly, then touch under his sensitive crown. "--and his Momma was treated like crap for marrying a foreigner."

"--that why your folks hate him?" DJ asked, thrilled over having Tony's hairy pecs to nuzzle and kiss and lick and nurse on like some sort of nipple-filled heaven on earth.

"They don’t really hate him—they just don’t talk about ‘im, cuz he's queer, I think," Tony said. "The black dude he lives with--Joey--came back with him from a trip he took to Ghana or someplace like that." He pressed Juan's hand right down into his cockbush to let him play in the thick, warm pile. "They're beautiful men,” Tony said. "Both are smaller than we are, maybe five foot seven or eight, but have really gorgeous physiques.” Juan's fingers dug and ruffled into Tony's thick hair, thumping the base of his giant erected meat, his eyes gazing at the big, shiny helmet. "They go around wearin' nothin' in the summer--and they sleep in a bed made for lovin’."

"No shit," DJ began to get very interested. He used his first finger and thumb to play with Tony's ripe nipple. "You think they'd really let us all......?"

"......sure I do," Tony nodded. "Rick told me that when I finally get my shit together, I should bring my 'babe' to come and try out country life." He grinned up at the ceiling. "He’d be the happiest queer in Vermon if I brought you two dudes. Hell, he'd just smile and give us the room with three beds, and just push 'em all together."

"Look at your big juicy hard DICK, Tone," DJ whispered, watching Juan toy with it. "Lookit how fuckin' turned-ON it is!"

"It's all yours, y'know," Tony said thickly. "You and Juan make it hard like this when you're even near me."

Juan stared at how the candlelight made Tony's physique glow—made his cockhair so thick and black, his fingers disappeared into it. "I want to go with you, wherever we can be like this--me and Deej."

"Me too," DJ said, kissing Tony's pec and then up his tanned, warm neck. "We gotta stay together from now on."

"Are they friendly?" Juan asked.

"They're real men, I guess you'd say," Tony said. "I don't know--they work out in the barn--and I mean REALLY work out. They had me doing lots of cardio and really targeted lifting."

"Nice bodies, I guess, huh?" DJ asked.

"Incredible," Tony said. "Ricks' is the color of, I don't know, coffee'n cream--only real shiny. And Joey's is like mahogony, dark and hunky. Fuck. So, you know, dark, toned, perfectly proportioned, with all of it so beautifully-put together they can wear anything without anyone detecting that underneath is a body to die for!"

DJ smiled slyly, winking over at Juan. "What about their......?"

".......never saw 'em," Tony smiled back. "I guess cuz I'm family, they kept their shorts on the whole time." He looked down his torso to examine his arching cock. "But those shorts just bulged. Again, nothing our of proportion, just showing a really nice package.”

"--CAN'T be better than THIS," Juan said sliding his face down Tony's abs to stare right at the open-holed head of Tony's huge dick.

"They got nice hairy pecs like yours?" DJ asked, pinching his fat nipple.

"Nope," Tony said, smiling. "So knowin' how much you dig my hairy chest'n legs'n cock'n balls, I wouldn't feel jealous or nothin'--'sides, they's a real couple, even if we'd sometimes get it on t'gether with'em."

"No worries," Juan said. "No one could make us feel as good as this, Tone." He stretched his tight, muscular physique like a jaguar along Tony's, loving the feel of his hairy thighs and beautiful chest against his smooth, cocoa butter skin.

There came a minute or two of contented silence. The chilled, candlelit bedroom was now wrapped in the late August night. Their bodies radiated sexual heat, making Juan and DJ snuggle into the huge Italian even more.

"I wanna see your cocks'n balls," Tony said. "I'm only lookin' at my own."

"You want to suck our big cocks?" DJ rubbed his pink hardon across Tony's warm, hairy thigh.

"I just want'a look at 'em, and feel 'em up with my hands," Tony said. I've sucked 'em more than I've even fuckin' LOOKED at 'em--up close, I mean."

DJ looked across Tony's big chest at Juan. "Just slide yourself sideways, and turn around on the bed," he directed. "And Tony, you scoot your ass down some."

DJ demonstrated by turning himself about, his feet now hitting the headboard-- his crotch came in line with Tony's shoulder and his own face was now staring at Tony's hairy thigh. Juan quickly did the same, his tender-skinned, dark erection jumping wildly to suddenly feel itself caressed by Tony's unshaven jaw.

"Ooooh," Juan shuddered at the riot of sensation. He sat up on his elbow like DJ, the two of them smiling at each other from either side of Tony's cockbush-blessed whopper.

"Oh fuck," Tony whispered, a hard cock on each side of his rugged face. "Look at them boyboners!"

DJ and Juan winced in sweet torture as Tony's unshaven face moved back-and-forth against their sensitive cocks. They reached their free hands over to play with his big-headed burrito.

"God DAMN," DJ said, "--BOTH our hands can't cover this fucker!"

They tried to surround the hot shaft, their fingers unable to completely make it. It was pliant, yet muscular, leaping around in their grasp, its gaping hole oozing a crystal of clear dew as they jacked it manfully.

Tony awkwardly tried to bring his own hands up to grab the two dicks before his eyes. The most he could manage was bouncing them rigidly on his fingertips.

The two boys shuddered at the feeling, their mouths gasping at the beauty and feel of Tony's supersized dong.

"Look at your sweet, fat boyballs," Tony said, then turned his face to cuddle his nose into Juan's dark, suede-skinned bundle.

"Unnnhhh," Juan moaned, his fingers clamping over Tony's pulsing meat. Juan's balls felt ultra-alive against Tony's chin and licking tongue. He squirmed into Tony's muscular strength.

DJ and Juan then took Tony's lead and left the huge cock to then fool with Tony's giant, skin-blessed balls.

"Oh yeah!" Tony husked, swivelling his face to kiss and nose into DJ's velvet-skinned pile of nuts. "My big BALLS," he muffled into the mass of fleshy fruit. "Play with 'em--love 'em all up!"

DJ groaned at the double thrill of holding Tony's thick ballpouch in his palm while feeling Tony's rough face kissing and licking his own.

DJ and Juan rose up together to then plant their faces into Tony's hairy, warm, naked crotch.

"Ohhhh, smells so GOOD," Juan moaned. "--so warm and furry!"

"Smells like total MAN," DJ said, pausing to lick at Juan's big lips then locking into a full-tongued kiss. They locked lips and then nuzzled Tony's skintight cock, their tongues laving up the shiny-taut head, making the whole thing buck and rear at them.

"Oh, we gotta!" DJ whispered hotly at Juan, his mouth wet with their combined spit.

"I know," Juan smiled shyly, his white teeth flashing, his cheekbones gleaming in the candlelight.

"Sittin' on it is probably better," DJ said, staring at the alarmingly large cock. "More control, or somethin'."

"I wanna go first," Juan said. "I'm so fuckin' ready, Deej!"

 

[Posingstrap]

Chapter Five

DJ grinned, then looked up to see Tony looking almost crosseyed at the two wet, shiny cocks before his face. "Hey, Tone," DJ grinned. "Juan wants to sit on your big King Cock, man."

A look of concern crossed the Italian's features. "You sure, Juan?" He rose up on his elbows, their big dicks rubbing into his biceps. "It's awful hard'n big, Juan", he looked at it. "Maybe you dudes should just fuck me instead--I don't wanna hurt anyone."

"You HAVE to bust our cherries," Juan said, already rising up to crouch beside him in the bed. He threw his muscular leg over Tony's waist as DJ rolled out of the way. "I'm not gonna give it, if I can't take it, too--besides, my ass is so fuckin' hot for this big hard cock, man." He straddled Tony's waist, looking down into his lust-lidded eyes.

Juan reached behind him to lift Tony's whopper and rub it against his rosy opening.

"Oh fuck!" Tony shuddered at the feeling. "Get in there DJ—make it wet for him."

The blond, tanned gymnast flashed Tony and Juan his sexiest smile, drool already falling from his lips as he moved down into a better position.

Juan looked over his shoulder and arched his back, presenting DJ his silky, muscular, spread butt. "UUUUhhhh," he groaned to feel DJ's lips kiss into his untouched, puckered hole, the wet suction making him shudder.

DJ wasted no time slobbering up the tiny, hair-feathered slice, driving his whole tongue up the resisting cherry ring. Juan wiggled and grunted, clamping his hands down on both cheeks to spread his tight asscrack wide open. He felt flames of energy rifle through his ass, making him shake it into DJ's face.

Tony could do nothing but stare up into the utterly cute handsomeness of Juan's turned-on expression. The boy he loved as much as DJ was pursing his big lips and licking his pink tongue across them as he moaned and tried to watch the sloppy action.

Suddenly Tony's muscles flexed as DJ then moved down to tongue-bathe Tony's ass-hungry cock. DJ's lips burbbled spit over the purpled, taut head, then tickled into the wide open hole.

Tony's torso jumped, nearly toppling Juan off the bed. "Jesus CHRIST," Tony yelled. "I'll fuckin'CUM, you do that again!"

DJ laughed merrily, then smacked Juan's hard, round cheeks soundly. "I think he's ready for it now, dude!" he pronounced. "Wait!" He leapt off the bed and grabbed some suntan oil from the dresser. "This'll do the trick." He drove his oiled-up middle finger deep inside Juan's lust-shaken asshole.

"OOOhhhhhhhhh," Juan breathed.

Not stopping there, DJ dribbled more onto Tony's flexing, deep-lipped cockhead, the smell of Coppertone filling the candlelit room.

"Now you just EASE the fucker in, DJ," Tony husked out at him. "And cut out the fuckin' GAMES, dude--I don't wanna hurt my sweet Juan."

DJ became quiet as he bent Tony's giant throbber up towards Juan's impossibly small slit. The two looked unable to perform the job--one way too big--one way too tiny.

"Easy now," DJ said, as Juan rose up into a crouch and then slowly lowered himself down. "Take 'er slow, dude."

A smile broke over Juan's face, even as his brow beaded up with sweat. "Feels incredible," he whispered down at Tony. "I'm about to fuck myself on the biggest cock on earth!"

Tony looked at the smiling Latino with a mixture of alarm and pure lust. He felt the slippery, unyielding opening pressing over his blunt dickhead, the sensation almost bringing tears to his eyes. "Oh Jesus," Tony breathed, reaching his large hands up to fondle Juan's smooth, dark pecs.

Juan put his own hands over Tony's, helping him squeeze and massage his wrestler-sized tits. He sat down with slow determination, his virgin hole stretching dramatically against the girth of Tony's fat, muscular bulb. He knew if he could just clamp over the hugeness of Tony's giant head, the rest would be easier.

"Ungh," he grunted, feeling his asslips yield over the collar of Tony's fat knob. Sweat then did break out on his dark forehead as he smiled down at Tony. "You're in there now, Tone," he whispered. "Just gimme a second....." His eyes watered as he swallowed and used his wrestler’s resolve to overcome the initial discomfort.

"Oh fuck but you're hot!" Tony's eyes squeezed shut. "--like a fuckin' furnace in there!"

Juan laughed a little, then just went for gold.

With gritty determination, the mocha-colored, muscular jock slowly took in a third of the nine-inch rod. "UUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!" His eyes squeezed shut, perspiration beading on his brow.

"Oh sweet Jesus Christ," Tony looked almost scared. "Juan! Juan! You okay, baby?"

Juan willed his asshole to relax and accept Tony's dick, nodding to the big Italian he was alright, meanwhile inching slowly slowly down, breathing in a shuddering effort to relax. He finally felt the whole wonder of nine inches of Grage A Cock up inside his steamy guts.

He finally opened his eyes. "You're fucking me, man," he said hoarsely down at Tony, taking his buddy's large hands and rubbing them over his spearing nipples.

"Juan," Tony said with feeling.

The dark-skinned stud rose back up on his knees, feeling the incredible shaft electrify his grasping ring as it slid nearly all the way out. He then sat back down, and laughed up at the ceiling. "You're bustin' my little baby cherry, Tone," he laughed, proud of himself as he fucked himself with firm, and increasingly-pleasurable strokes.

“My big dick's on FIRE!" Tony moaned, his fingers pinching Juan's perky nipples, his head tossing on the pillows.

"Far-fuckin' OUT!" DJ cheered, watching the carnal display of Tony's wet shaft being swallowed by Juan's stretched asshole.

"You sure it's ok?" Tony asked again, his fingers massaging Juan's biceps.

Juan pushed Tony's hands way down to find his thumping, erect dick. "My big COCK thinks it is, man," Juan said, now bouncing his body up-and-down on the enormous shaft. "I'm harder than a fuckin' corncob feelin' your beautiful dong fuckin' my ass!" The sweet-faced wrestler laughed in triumph. "Oh, you GOTTA ride this buckin' bronco, dude," he beamed at DJ, his body bobbing, his muscles rippling in the candlelight, the bed squeeking. "Once it's in--it's REALLY in!"

"You better hurry!" Tony gimmaced. "--too fuckin' hot--too fuckin' SWEET!"

Juan could feel Tony's fuckpole expanding in warning, and quickly knelt onto the bed, rising-up to then pull free of the giant knob with a loud suctioning pop.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh," both he and Tony moaned together.

DJ was standing off to the side, over by the bed table, already finger-fucking himself with Coppertone. His usual bravado was caving in as he looked at the sheer girth of Tony's gleaming shaft. It made his own erection begin shrinking in nervous alarm at what awaited his virgin ass.

Juan stood proudly on the other side, his own cock so completely erect, it was dribbling juice on his sweat-sheened thighs. "You'll see, Deej," he encouraged. "Don't waste time over the pain, dude--better to just get the fucker right the fuck UP there!"

DJ trembled a little as he climbed aboard and crouched, his knees up against his face. Below him, Tony's hand was slowly masturbating his blissed-out cock--the shiny cucumber wet with pre-cum.

Tony looked up into DJ's unusually worried face, then over at the triumphant Juan. "This ain't a godamned CONTEST, dude," he said.

"I know," Juan said, looking apologetic. "I just didn't think I even COULD, is all," his voice fading away.

"You did great," Tony smiled back. "You SHOULD be proud, baby. But now we gotta be here for DJ."

Tony looked up again at the anxious DJ, sitting astride his narrow waist. "Deej?"

"What?" he said back, as though waiting for some kind of instructions.

Tony just reached his long, muscled arms out behind DJ and pulled the blond gymnast down onto his big chest. He wrapped his biceps over his neck, as Dj began kissing and sucking his babycock nipples.

"Juan knows it ain't about bustin' cherries, or provin' you're a man, baby," he said into DJ's curly-blond scalp.

"I know," DJ muffled against Tony's hairy tits.

"It's about gettin' more love in ya'," Tony said. "When you was inside me, that's what I felt--I felt you lovin' me right up inside my body."

DJ shimmied himself up to find Tony's mouth. They kissed and cuddled until DJ's dick began swelling up again between their sandwiched torsos. He then slid himself down further and spread his thighs to feel Tony's dick push against his asshole.

No one spoke as DJ looked silently at Juan for help. Juan bent over the bed and held Tony's hot cock up just high enough to center it right at DJ's oiled-up pink button. DJ then kept sliding down Tony's torso, feeling the blunt knob bump into the puckered button of his virgin ring.

DJ breathed out a whoosh of air as he scooted down further, feeling the corona of Tony's knob enter his stretching hole. "UUUUhhhhhhh," he moaned as his asslips suddenly sealed over the collar like a rubberband, throttling the hot cock, making Tony moan along with him.

DJ regathered his forces and slid his ass further down onto the shaft, his eyes tearing-up, his face flushed. "Oh fuck," he said. "I think I'm almost there."

"You feel so damn GOOD, Deej," Tony husked over his blond head. "Your ass is so fuckin' tight--it's lovin' up my big hard rod, dude."

DJ grunted as he used his triceps to lever into a push-up position, looking down at Tony's lusty eyes. It felt for all the world like he had cock shoved clear up into his throat as he rose further upwards.

DJ finally managed, with Juan's help, to rise to a sitting kneel, his knees hugging Tony's lats. "Ohhhh," DJ moaned, "It's in all the WAY, Tone." He tried to smile--his face red and perspiring.

"So fuckin' HOT," Tony said. "Your baby butt's roasting my big DICK."

"You okay, DJ?" Juan rubbed DJ's big shoulder. He looked concerned.

"Wait a sec," DJ said quickly. He closed his eyes, getting used to the feeling of someone having polevaulted right up his virgin ass. The burning, torturing sensations were slowly giving-way to a dull numbness.

And then, after an endless minute or two, an incredible, sexy warmth kicked-in.

DJ laughed suddenly, his usual merriment reviving. "OhmyGOD!" he yelled out, making Tony's eyes fly open.

"S'matter?" Tony asked.

"It's so fuckin' GOOD all of a sudden!" DJ laughed, experimentally milking Tony's hardness--rising up to a full kneel and sitting back down again.

"Told you!" Juan laughed, bending over to kiss DJ's sweet lips.

DJ's tongue did battle with Juan's. DJ suddenly felt a great, enormous wall of anxiety give way deep inside him. In its place came a rush of ecstatic joy. DJ knew he'd just become a complete, sexual, cockloving man. All three of them had broken each other in! All three began grinning at each other.

"Can you drive it up me yourself, Tone?" DJ smiled down as he bounced on Tony's big cock.

"Yeah," Tony said, beads of sweat plastering his wayward curl on his forehead. "But I'll fuckin' CUM if I do that!"

"So?" Dj laughed in sexy pleasure. "CUM! Fill my little ass with your hot cream, dude!"

"Ohhhhh," Juan moaned, hearing that--watching how DJ's blushing boycock was now roaring hard and smacking his belly when he bounced. Juan was unable to stop himself and climbed up on the squeeking bed to straddle Tony's torso and feed DJ his dripping dick.

The candlelit room glowed, filled with the sounds of squeaking boxsprings and hot male rutting. DJ sucked Juan's dark meat like a madman as Tony's hips plowed upwards, driving his aching cock deep into center field. DJ's ripe cheeks bounced against Tony's slamming thighs, his balls slapping Tony's abs.

"UUUUUhhhhhhhh," Juan groaned, knowing he couldn't last much longer, staring down at the carnal sight of DJ being fucked even as the muscular gymnast sucked his giant darkmeated cock.

All of a sudden Tony's hips locked in a seizure of thrilling joy, burying all nine inches up DJ's cherry ass. A look of astonished wonder crossed his face as he suddenly realised he was sailing over the edge.

"Oh fuck," was all he managed to say, his balls suddenly swelling, his cock lurching wildly inside DJ's steamy ass. A tremendous shudder shook his whole physique as the first wave broke, sending a glut of jizz up DJ's guts.

DJ felt Tony's shaft expand to twice its size, the giant head bumping his joybuzzer as it fountained out liquid warmth, coating his virginal tunnel. It made the cute blond swallow all of Juan's hot cock, his throat muscles syphoning the juicy shaft to the brink of ecstasy.

Juan saw Tony's orgasming body, felt the primal urges inside his balls suddenly trigger his own mind-blowing eruption. DJ's massaging throat sent him into orbit, his own hips driving dick into DJ's willing gullet. A searing blast of male cream hosed DJ's tonsils, the cockloving gymnast suddenly filled with buttermilk at both ends.

"Oh! Oh! OH JESUS," Juan yelled, his head flung back, his eyes staring at the ceiling. "My cock! My big COCK!"

Tony jumped and grunted, his hips slamming DJ's ass, his orgasm unending as his cock reared back and fired yet more cum up the assthrottling hole. He saw Juan's own ass shaking with lusty feeling as the dark wrestler face-fucked DJ, his shooting cock plowing pints of jizz down their buddy's throat.

Too occupied to attend to his own need to cum, DJ was busy swallowing cream and milking Tony's shaft with his broken-in ass. It dribbled down his chin and drooled out his asshole. And still the two pumped their endless supply of sperm into DJ's hungry ass and mouth, until finally Juan pulled out, his cock throbbing out the last of his juice.

"Uhhhhhhhhh," DJ moaned, wiping his lips, staring at the dark, twitching rod. He watched Juan climb off the bed, and then saw Tony open his eyes and gaze up into his face.

"Holy shit, dudes," DJ said. "I'm gonna float away, I'm so full'a your cream."

"C'mere," Tony said to the two of them.

The candles were nearly melted down as the flames flickered across their sweat sheened bodies. The trio nuzzled and kissed, the smell of male sex in their nostrils. DJ's cock was harder than ever, demanding release, while the blond's big heart only wanted to love his brothers and lie against their warm, panting bodies.

 

[Posingstrap]

For a long while DJ gave himself over to the lulling, beautifully sensual feeling of lying there in the flickering light with his naked, sexually-drained lovers. But he was the one who'd taken both their hot loads. Their liquid joy was still sliding down his throat and swimming in his ass. Leaving them drifting off to sleep, he blew out the candles and then took a long, hot shower. Every muscle and tendon in his gymnast body begged to return to bed-- every muscle but one.

"Shit," he smiled, trying to ignore his stud erection. It flexed all by itself whenever the needling spray thundered over the ultra-sensitive skintaut dome. He turned his back to the water, bending over to grab his ankles. Using his inner muscles, he evacuated the last of Tony's big load, the feeling a huge, unexpected turn-on.

"What a rush, man," he smiled, grabbing the Axe. He thumb-fucked his tight hole. "Bye-bye cherry," he shuddered, his soapy thumb hitting his cock-bruised pleasure spot. Standing back up, he lathered his flopping balls, his great erection snapping about in the spray. The ripe feelings made him hornier than ever. "Ooooh, shiiiit," he jacked his soapy eight-incher. "I gotta get off somehow...gotta blow..."

The incredible current of horny thrills was so gut-wrenchingly sweet, it was too wild, too good to waste all alone in the shower. "Make it last, DJ," he muttered, rinsing off and stepping out. He grinned as he towelled into his ultra-curly vee, the springy, blond bush forming a perfect triangled wedge behind his great big cock. He had to avoid towelling his aching hardon for fear of setting it off into cumblasting bliss.

He sauntered his proud erection into the kitchen and spied the old brown envelope lying on the countertop. His horny dick rubbed the ledge, once again warning him of its hair-triggered readiness. DJ grinned at the horny waves of sensation and backed-off while fumbling his healthy, hair-feathered balls. Reaching into the envelope, he pulled out yet more posing straps. One was made of black fishnet, the tiny meshed holes spreading wider as he fingered the little pouch. The next one was the same, only in white.

"Oooooh shit!" he whispered. "These are soooo hot!" He brought the mags and skimpy posers to the kitchen table and sat down, his muscular cockhead rubbing up into his abs, nearly hitting his big tits. He stared down at the giant thing, amazed once again by the simple fact that it was really all his--all his to own and enjoy for the rest of his horny life.

"You big fucker," he breathed at the hot thing, "--full'a juice..." The hole expanded even more over his words, and every horny millimetre of the rosy muscle begged for attention.

DJ opened "Physique Pictorial" to a black and white photo of two dudes horsing around in an outdoor shower, trying to pull one another's posers off. They were laughing, water splashing over their tanned muscles. Their full pouches were so wet, DJ could make out everything swinging inside. "Damn!" he smiled. He both loved and felt frustrated by such pics. They showed so much, yet never enough.

He took the black posing strap and leaned forward, slipping it over his ankles. "Jeez," he whispered, wondering how he'd ever be able to sling his hot cock inside it. He stood up and felt the string riding up his inner thighs and up the split rounds of his perfect ass. His fat balls alone made the sheer fabric sag and stretch.

Breathing deeply, he wedged his nerve-studded rod just under the lip of the black netting, the feelings so intense he felt his balls nearly blast off. "Holy smokes," he murmured, the lewd display almost too hot to look down at--the feelings way too much to handle.

He heard movement in the bedroom, and for a second felt shy—but only for a second.

"DJ? What're you......?" Juan rubbed his sleepy eyes. Standing before him with hands on hips was DJ.

"Hey, Juan--check out my new outfit, man." He turned sideways and sucked-in his abs, the meshed pouch so completely distorted, Juan could view everything from DJ's pressed- out cockhead right down to his giggling balls. Blond cockhair curled out the top.

"Jesus, DJ!--where'd you get that?!"

"Hot, huh?", he ran his fingers up the netted length of his big fat hard cock. It looked for all the world like a sex-crammed hammock. "Try on the white one!"

Juan was himself totally nude, his dark muscles gleaming, his even darker cock tumescent. Seeing DJ's lewd poser awakened it, sending horny-gathering shivers deep inside Juan's hunky balls. "I better get the damn thing on now, before I throw a rod....", he smiled, his dark eyes still lidded from sleep. "What time's it?" he added, climbing into the filmy white-meshed string thong.

"Who the hell cares?" DJ rubbed his fishnetted balls. "You look so FUCKIN' HOT!"

"SHHHHHHHHHH," Juan laughed, flopping his nuts and cock into the white sling. "Tony's sleeping!"

"Ohhhhh baby," DJ's blue eyes glinted as he drank in how the white mesh barely held in the exaggerated heftiness of Juan's cock and two, punched out balls. His beefsteak dick stretched inside the revealing sling, making the support strings sag from the weight. "I can see your cockbush'n balls'n big cock through the little holes, dude!"

Juan's brown eyes stared at DJ's porous black pouch--at the mystery of all that hot, fleshy masculinity semi-hidden inside the black netting. He stared at how DJ's big cockhead was molded by the craddling, seethru mesh. "That's makin' me nuts, DJ," Juan breathed deeply, feeling his pouched burritto bloat and shift around between his legs.

"Show me your thighs, man," DJ grinned, loving the whole horny scene taking place right in the middle of the kitchen, in the middle of the night.

Juan stepped into the light and away from the table. "You like my wrestler quads, huh, DJ?", he said, his usual doe-like eyes turning black with lust.

"You know it, dude," DJ's voice dropped off as Juan turned his leg outward. Suddenly his thigh flexed to twice its size, the corded, smooth, mocha-toned muscles overlapping one another in a array of amazing bulges.

"Are my tits big enough, dude?" He flexed them also, then crossed his forearms and used his thumbs to flick the nipples.

"Shit, Juan......" DJ felt waves of horny desire spread from his balls up his throbbing, trapped piece. "....this holey poserthing can't seem to hold in my big Puerto Rican dick, Deej."

DJ stared between Juan's smooth, tremendous dark thighs as Juan lightly cupped his bulging, white fishnet. "Ohhh man, Deej," Juan smiled. "I can feel the hair on my balls through the little holes!"

"Oh God," DJ swallowed thickly. "You look so hot in that white piece'a nothin'!"

The 'little' Puerto Rican was five-foot-eight, 165 pounds of muscle. His wrestler body radiated energy, every smooth inch trained to dominate any opponent. Juan's aggres- sive exterior was mitigated by his large brown eyes and wide, full lips. When he smiled, his white teeth flashed, his dark face lighting up, and two dimpled creases appeared in his cheeks. His pecs were two swollen mounds--the large nipples dead center, and his full biceps rolled and swelled as he stood there fingering his cones.

Juan stood there with one hips akimbo, his white meshed G-string resembling a python cage. His beefy chiquita crawled around inside it, fighting to get free. Seeing DJ's lapis eyes darting over his physique, Juan gave him a foxy smile, lifted his arms, laced his fingers behind his neck and crunched his abs.

"Awwwwh, fuuuuck," DJ moaned. "Look't your tits!--look't your hairy pits, dude--SHIT."

The stunning pose made Juan's basket thud forward, nearly snapping the guywire supports. His teeth dazzled as he turned sideways to show his blond boyfriend the whole effect of his crammed, white fishnet pouch. "Why don'cha stop staring and come and get it, Deej?"

DJ was too proud to just head straight across the kitchen floor. Instead, he swaggered over, parading his fully turned-on, tanned, posing-strapped, blond stud physique. Juan watched him while flexing his killer thighs and biceps. A scheming smile spread over his sexy, wide lips as he noted DJ's overconfident swagger. He waited till he could feel the warmth of DJ's body--till DJ's hand reached out to fondle his hot basket of milk chocolate.

Like lightning, Juan shifted his weight and darted past, running out the door onto the lawn.

"What th'fuck??" DJ caught the screen before it slammed. "HEY!" He flipped on the porch light.

Juan was laughing, bent over, his hands spreading his muscular little ass, flashing DJ his teasing hole. C'mon dude--you want it? Huh?"

"Shit," DJ charged outside into the chilly night, his bare feet sliding on the dewy grass, throwing him off balance.

Juan swivelled around in a crouch, "Think your gonna get it that easy, stud?"

DJ laughed, the porch light just bright enough to see Juan's chockfull poser heave around as they began wrestling. He knew he was no match, but was loving the slippery, muscle- hugging contact as he tried throwing Juan off balance.

Juan turned him around in a split second, his arms locking around DJ's upper abs, his cock-crammed pouch wedging open his buddy's sweet, round butt.

"Big Tony's not here NOW, is he, hotshot? Huh?" he ground his hot poser against DJ's asshole.

DJ giggled at Juan's attempt at sounding menacing, grabbing Juan's biceps and using his gymnast skill to roll forward, bringing Juan with him.

Suddenly Juan was lying on the wet lawn with DJ straddling his waist.

"Think you got ALL the moves, baby?" DJ's arms shot out to pin Juan's shoulders. Juan laughed, knowing all he had to so was hook one leg around DJ's waist and throw him.

"What's my punishment, Mr. Big?" His beautiful eyes stared between DJ's spread, golden thighs.

"I dunno," DJ panted, grinning. "--lemme think....." He took Juan's arms and threw them behind the Latino's head, anchoring his wrists to the ground. The swift movement slogged his fishnetted bundle right across Juan's face.

"Uhhhhhhh," Juan breathed-in the scent of pure boy and Axe ‘Cool Ocean’. His nose rubbed the mesh, wanting DJ's horny cock--wanting to feel his soft, crepe-skinned kiwis. DJ laid the whole hot bundle over his mouth, moaning at the licking friction of Juan's wild tongue as it rasped against the mesh.

DJ sat up, his knees on either side of Juan's head, his blacknet pouch hanging there suspended above Juan's worshipping mouth. "You want balls, dude?--want some hot, blondboy BALLS?" He snaked a finger into the side and pulled. The fulsome orbs plopped heavily down, smacking and filling Juan's salivating mouth. DJ's torso shuddered over the ripe slobbering of Juan's Latino lips as they pulled at the rich, hair-sprinkled drapery of DJ's ballsy warmth.

Juan's cheeks bulged, his eyes large as he breathed through his nose.

"Oooooh, baby-BABY!--How do those big gymnast balls TASTE, huh?" DJ's abs flexed as a riot of horny tremors rifled up his thighs. "Best fuckin' meal you've had all day!"

Then suddenly DJ's eyes flew wide open. Juan brought his arms behind DJ and suddenly pulled aside the string bisecting DJ's asscrack, driving his thumb up the tender center of DJ's recently fucked hole.

"JJEESSUUSS!" DJ's balls evacuated Juan's lips with two, loud, wet 'POPS'. "What're'u DOIN'??!"

Juan's dark eyes watched DJ's initial shock transform into a lip-licking moan of sweet surrender. "UUhhhhhhhh," DJ's eyes closed as he used his hands to pull the string over, his ass fucking itself on Juan's thick digit. He shuddered, his balls gathering in a heap, the blond hairs standing on end. "You gonna fuck me now, Juan?" he moaned, his blue eyes half open, glazing over in lust.

Juan's well-tempered aggressiveness centered itself between his legs. He pulled his thumb out and deftly rolled DJ onto his back. The pale light from the porch's single bulb cast shadows over their poserclad physiques. A night breeze blew across their muscles as Juan looked down at the blue-eyed gymnast. "Yeah, DJ," he said, his voice husky. "I'm gonna make love to your tiny twat with my big Latino cock."

He pulled aside the white mesh and they both watched his hugely swollen, mahogany rod thwack his rippled abs. ".....but first you're gonna get me all ready for you, baby." And he kneeled his rigid erection over and above DJ's staring face.

"Ohhh--oh fuck!", DJ whispered. "Lemme play with all this some, huh?"

Juan sucked-in his breath, not sure his nerve-shorted rod could handle anymore teasing. He placed his hands on his hips and watched as DJ reached up and pushed aside the pouch and began petting his skin-stretched, lightly haired balls. The punched-out stud peaches barely jiggled as DJ felt their enormous, vulnerable masculinity, so aware of how vulnerable an offering-up this was for any male to present to another—the very private, most tender locus of a man’s being.

Breathing shallowly, DJ reached higher, jacking the meaty muscularity of Juan's burgeoning Big Boy. The dark stallion couldn't be circumferenced, and Juan moaned as DJ brought in both hands, trying like hell to fist it. A trickle of clear dew rivered out the 'O'-stretching mouth, slicking-up DJ's hands.

"Oh fuck!--so fuckin' big AROUND!" DJ moaned, trying to bounce the giant number against his flat palm. It bruised him instead, barely moving, the slapping sounds reverberating over the still lake.

"You're gonna fuck my little cherry with THIS?", DJ reached protectively down to finger his pink rosebud.

"You're not 'cherry' no mo', cracka'," Juan jacked himself slowly. "None a’us is, boy!"

"Oh fuck, Juan--stop playin' with me, man!"

Juan leaned down. "I love you Deej--you know I do, baby." His wide lips pulled at DJ's, then took in his whole mouth, Juan's tongue slow-fucking DJ's slurping lips.

Suddenly DJ rolled backwards onto his shoulder blades, using his

forearms to balance his arched back. "Oh fuck me. FUCK ME!--I want your big hard cock NOW, Juan! I need it so bad!"

He didn't have to do much of anything, really. The hotcocked, cute, large-eyed muscular Latino simply moved into position, pulled aside the pouch string, and let a gob of spit fall from his lips onto DJ's already-open hole. Juan let another fall onto his glossy cockhead. He jacked his saliva all over his brown beauty, juicing it up while thumb-fucking DJ's upraised butt with his right.

The sight and sensation was way too carnal for both boys, making DJ stare cross- eyed at the nearness of his own upside-down erection knifing out from the black poser. That sight alone made Juan stop his jacking for fear of blowing right then-and-there. He shoved two fingers deep inside DJ's sweet ass.

"Oh Jesus, stop teasing me! I'm gonna lose my mind, you keep on......" DJ's pleading suddenly stopped.

Juan fell to his knees, hooking DJ's bent legs over his muscled shoulders, his hands gripping each melon, his brown eyes staring down at the sight of all that hot ass offered up to him on a platter. It was so round and sweet, downy blond hair ringing the pink hole. Juan heard DJ moaning softly. Looking past his ass, he saw DJ's velvety balls hanging upside-down in their black-meshed confinement. Spearing down from the top of it was DJ's pouch-escaping, throbbing cockshaft. So totally curled over was the blond stud that he was using his tongue to polish the dome of his beautiful hard cock.

"God DAMN, Deej!--you're cocksucking your own DICK!"

 

[Posingstrap]

Juan stared wide-eyed as DJ washed the pre-cum off his leaking mushroom head. "Awww, FUCK, DJ!--how's it TASTE, dude? That's so fuckin' hot, man!"

"Help me," DJ panted. "....bring my legs down behind me."

Juan backed up to watch DJ extend his legs straight up in the air, then helped to guide them down towards DJ's head. "Uh," DJ grunted, as the top third of his fat cock poked from his poser and speared into his open mouth. His eyes squeezed shut over the thrills as he began slurping and sucking.

Juan couldn't believe the agility of DJ, even as he stared wide-eyed at the sight of DJ's sweet lips eating his own sweet cock. "Oh man," Juan breathed, so close to unloading he had to do something. Staring at DJ's bentover body--hearing the lewd slurping--all Juan could really look at was the invitation of his buddy's asshole. It wasn't clenched--wasn't even winking. It was wide open--a waiting, steamy hole, silently begging for Juan's whopping dick.

Standing back up, Juan quickly rid himself of his posing strap, then bending at the knees, used both hands to pry his stiff throbber down.

"UUUGGHHhhhhhhngg," DJ groaned, nearly biting his own dick at feeling five inches of wrist-thick meat tunnel down his upraised ass.

"Oh Deej! Oh Jesus!" Juan shouted out. The clasping, milking, hungry hole ate his hot dick, feeling for all the world like it had entered a molten volcano. It gripped and syphoned, making him drive it deeper inside.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah....your big cock up my ass, " DJ moaned, his own cock thumping his face, trying to find its way back into his mouth.

Juan began shaking, his giant thighs fexing as he began jabbing into DJ's spread butt with hot, rapid thrusts. He needed to cum. He needed to unload. Yet the feelings were so sweetly thrilling, he only wanted more....more ass...more thrills.

The more he pistoned it in, the greater his cock's appetite grew, needing to go all the way--all the way inside that hungry, beautiful butt. Lunging downward, Juan gasped as all eight inches of his muscular cylinder plowed DJ a new asshole.

"AAAAWWWWhhhhh," DJ groaned, his own cock suddenly re-entering his mouth. His mind shut down as his body took in cock at both ends. And then as Juan began truly fucking him, DJ's dick slammed in-and-out, the friction making him lose all control.

"Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, UH! UH! UH! OH!" Both boys grunted at the same time over each rapid-fire, torquing fuck. Juan's brain shut down. He gripped DJ between his thighs and torso, lifting the blond jock even as he pounded his ass in a crouching heat. His pink tongue lolled out as he stared down at the cum-boiling sight of DJ's cock fucking his own mouth. His stud balls buffed and bruised DJ's hard cheeks while DJ's jiggled inside his fishnetted poser.

Staring down with wild eyes, Juan changed his rhythm to deep, long strokes, burying his whole throbbing fuckmuscle deep in DJ's ass. His inner need built to the brink, feeling the incredible suction of that squeezing, steamy glove. In the panting silence, DJ kept on sucking his own overheated cock while using his internal muscles to massage and masturbate Juan's hot-wired shaft.

Juan dug down and bundled DJ's flopping balls into a big, masculine bouquet. The maleness of it all was sending him into orbit. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he once again began jabbing in staccato thrusts, thumping DJ's ripe prostate.

"UUUUhhhhnnnnggggHHHHHH!" DJ's body flexed and contorted, his lips gumming the tender webbing just below the flange of his skintight cockhead. His lips expanded as his fevered cock bucked against the roof of his mouth. For entire seconds the two boys froze in suspended shock, Juan shaking in mindless lust, his hand wagging DJ's nutfilled sac.

"Oh," was all Juan said.

A tidal wave of pent up sperm raced through his jerking piece. His buried cock gave a mighty lurch, and buckets of boyjizz blew into DJ's guts. The bursting dam thundered out his spewing bulb, Juan's thighs quaking, his head falling back, his eyes unable to focus.

DJ felt the erotic pressure on his balls, felt the nerve-shorting sensation of his teeth suddenly scraping his shaft, and then felt his guts swimming in Juan's creamy jizz. "HUUUUhhhhnnngggggggg," he groaned, feeling his own wall give way, his pummeled prostate busting open. His giant cockhead flexed, his abs seized, and in alarmed fascination, DJ felt his own cock cannonade streamer after streamer of ropey jizz down his throat.

Juan stared down at the sight of DJ's lips drooling out his own hot leche as DJ attempted to keep from choking on his cum-blowing erection. "Ohmygod, Deej! Ohmygod!!" The incredible eros of it made Juan keep on fucking DJ's ass in knifing jabs, his inner forces throttling pint-after-hot-pint of spermy jizz. "I can't stop cummmmminnnggg!"

The sound of their hoarse shouts echoed over the silent, star-reflecting lake, while inside the cabin Tony slept more soundly than ever in his life. Juan pulled his sizzling cock out of DJ's jizz-drooling ass and quickly helped ease DJ from his body contorting position.

Lying beside one another on the dewy grass, they panted and threw their arms around each other's satiated bodies.

"I love you Deej," Juan ran his fingertips over DJ's cum-coated lips, then leaned in to french kiss it all off.

DJ turned it all into a masculine, tongue-trading kiss, his mind finally returning to earth, his heart so full of joy all he could do was moan and battle Juan's tongue around and smile.



DJ’s Great Uncle Jim would eventually learn how his stash of ‘50s jerkoff mags and mail order posing straps became the catalyst for his nephew discovering who he truly was along with his two best friends—but not just that. Through exploring the courage of guys so long ago daring to share their photographed bodies with the world, they, decades later, found the courage to share themselves with one another—and in the process, found something even greater.

This posing strap trio found love.

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