"Fullmoonin' Fever"

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Fullmoonin’ Fever

19yr old Brad comes from Austin for his annual visit to Tommy and the farm, bringing with him his new muscles and raging hormones.

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this here story's m’ own and i din't get high marks in enlgish, but i'm gonna write it cuz i gotta get stuff out in the open before i xplode--everythins happenin so quick an i'm only 18. that happened only a few months ago on May 9th, 1987. it's about my cuzin brad who's maybe 19, or even 20 now and from austin and gettin wilder by th day. 'what you do for fun these days kid' he asks me when he first arrive. i kicked at the dirt cuz i thought it rude he calls me kid. 'i do the same as always. You was here last year and the year before that, so why do you ask when you alrredy no?'

he laughed out loud and opened the buttons at his neck and i could see th’ deep groove partin his muscle chest. Brad says he works out wi his home made weights in the garage, tho i've never been to Austin and don’t even no, but he must be cuz he’s got muscles i no he dint have last summer. way more i kin see from his chest alone.

'i like it when you get mad' he said back. he laffed even more an rubbed his hand all down his shirt, lovin hisself. My aunt Ina brings him cuz she says he's a hanfull. he don't have no father or mother cuz of some accident. brad never talks about it, and he gives Ina trouble cuz he's so wild. he's not really my cuzin but my sister Lucy tol me he is so--that Ina is really his momma . she got knocked up when she was in hi school an she gave brad away until his fake folks got killed somehow on a trip, then she decided to take him back, make sure he had a home. i don't no if its true cuz brad dont talk serious ever.

brad shoved me but i knew he would so i braced myself. 'hmmmm, your arms n'shoulders are gettin big, tommy. you workin out some?' 'maybe,' i spit on the ground. 'hell brad you otta no i work so hard round this place--if i don't get big everywhere i be surprised. i'm not yet your size but just wait ok?' he laffed again real hard and then looked me up and down while still rub bin his chest. 'why you lookin at me brad? see something you like?’ he laffed again, his mule brayin laff, an tried to tackle me but i slipped out of the way. 'your cute you no that tommy? you could be in the movies like that guy mat dillon.'

'i don't no who that is, an it dont matter cuz we gotta help samson in the barn now, so stop foolin aroun.' we walks from the porch an the sun is so damn hot i unbutton my shirt too. brads a real city boy but when he gets here he puts on overalls an makes a show of wipin his brow with a big red kerchif an walking witha swagger. He dont no how it makes everyone smile, specially samson. samson is our hired help who lives in the bunkhouse on his own. we used to have maybe five helps but not now. samson is the only one who stayed and hes maybe my best friend even tho hes like 25 or even more.

'you no tommy i was gonna ask you a question cuz its full moon tonight.' i stopped walkin an shaded my eyes to look at him closeup. i squinted m’eyes, sizin’ him up, 'we ain't doin what you tol me bout last year' i said to his grinnin face.

brad is hansome, no question an everyone says it. he looks like he's half mexican an my sister lucie says his real daddie was. she says theres no guys more dark n'hansome than brad, cept maybe tony danza, whoever that is . he laffed his head off this time an shoved me nearly off m'feet. 'shit, tommy, see?--you remembered it, so it must've ment somethin or you wouldnot remember what i tol you!'

i kept headin us to the barn. 'all i member is you sayin that a full moons a time you feel all crazy.' 'yeah,' he laffs at me, his dark eyes all twinklin. 'an what else?' 'shit' i said back. his big hand reaches out an pulls me so close we're standin face t'face an his warm breath wuz washin over me. i couldnt look him in th eye.

i just kicked at the ground. 'if anyone ever saw us we’d get bullwhipped.' my voice dropped an i looked to th'house. 'whooee,' he yelled out makin me more jittery. 'see?' he grabbed me by th'bicep. 'godamn--see what?,' i asked his grinnin puss. he laughed '---you wanna do it but yer jus afraid of bein caught?'

'knowin you we sure would cuz'a your mule laff alone brad.' he was starin again inta m'eyes an all over me. 'if you promise to shut your mouth, then maybe' i said then '--only cuz its hotter n'hell an it would feel cooler is all.' i felt so queer havin his dark eyes look right thru me that way, like he was lookin me all over an i mean ALL over. 'but we have'ta go far beyon the barn, brad. we gotta go way the hell....' 'i knew you'd cave in,' he wiped his wide lips an smiled. his lips are real wide, an his face is so dimpled an cheekboned an his ears so small it makes his lips look like they were made for kissin an thats what lucy said one time. 'he looks like a grownup boy.' 'hellsbells, luce, thats what he is, dumass' i said back. 'him an me's both'a us still only teens.'

'no one's caving in,ok?' i kept on marchin us to the barn. 'your a guest here an i have'ta meet you halfway poppa tol me. he said your crazier n'a coon but that i'm way too serious an your good for me that way.' i felt his arm come round my neck an his breath hot on my face. 'he's rite, an tonite i'm gonna loosen you up, you wait.' I squirmed out of his grip feelin flushed at how big his biceps felt, cause they were full an strong n'warm and it was like how i couldn't catch m breath for awhile.

we ate late cuz momma had gone out to help over to the church. all thru it brad kep starin at me an then kickin at me under the table like he was ten instead of near 20. i tried ignorin him til finely when i looked back he licked his lips and then licked off the choclite sirup from his spoon real slow an then grinned at me somemore like we had some kinda secret tween us. m'eyes kept lookin at how deep that valley is now dividin his suntan muscle tits an how even his brown neck is thicker muscled now and his shoulders so wide they brushed pops as they sat t’gether. try as i might i couldn’t stop starin’ only to have him catch m’eye an wink and lick more choclite off his fingers, takin his sweet time over the middle one like it was speshul an’ then laffin’ his stupid laff.

'your feelin your oats, huh, you two?' poppa said to me, his green eyes narrow. he was someone brad always lisened to cuz my poppa is no-shit built like a weightlifter, hairy ches’ n all. 'well, at least here you can't get to no trouble, an there's no point goin to town cuz yer too young an end up doin somethin stupid.' Brad laughed an ran his foot up my leg 'its full moon t’nite uncle luke-- i'm a’ways crazy under a moon.'

pop looked at me like he wondered what i was thinkin then he looked back at him 'don't worry, brad, cause mr.serious here will keep you in line.'

my momma jes sat an shook her head at brad's wild ways, 'save your fork cuz i got pie.'

 

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Sittin on the porch steps after, it seems like the groun gits a little misty an chill even tho its still kinda hot out from th day. we watch the sky go from orange to purple to showin first stars. some fireflies came out to say hello. 'i don't see no moon,' i spat on the groun. 'maybe you got your timin all screwedup, brad.' then I smirked an kicked his foot.

he kep brushin his full muscle gainst my shoulder, makin little goosbumps brek out on m’ skin. his bigass bicep was warm in the evenin chill. he kept openin and closin his thighs, like he coudn't control hisself when next to me. 'it'll be up, don you worry yerself, kid. by th’ way, how old is that samson?' 'i'm not your kid--i'm your cuzin and i'm not sure but maybe 26 or so. he's jus’ big an that makes it hard to no.'

'he sure as shit IS big,' brad whiseled. 'i can't even imagine how big his dong is. oh god, i'll bet he has the biggest one on earth--him an yer daddies!'

'what you talkin 'dongs' for jerk?' i look quick aroun th’ shadow’d porch. 'holy smokes you lunatik, momma or luce could be standin at the screen lisenin t’you.'

I got up real quick then, an we walked over the dewy grass an thas when we seen the rim of the biggest moon i ever did see jus’ rising slow like up from the fields yonder.

'see there? see there?' he pointed an jumped up n down. 'godamit—shit!--YES--jes look at that sonofabitchin moon!!' he grabbed my shoulders in both hands, grinnin at me like th’ lunatik he is. he looked like he was so happy he would plant a big one on me. 'i tol you tommy—din I tell you?'

'it ain't like you frig'in MADE it big, brad, but it sure is big, i'll give you that cuzin' i had to laff at his hansome full wide smilin lips an shinin teeth. 'you win th prize a'right.'

'Come on,'he said,suddenly unsnappin the bib of his denims. ‘no, are you crazy, brad, what's the matter w’you?' i looked back at the house which had buttery light floodin out the windows all over th dark grass. 'we're not even pass the front yard!'

'they's just watchin larry king an you know it,' he let his bib fall down to his waist an then undid his shirt. i jes kept on walkin, headin for the cowpath an the fields. 'hey, what's up with you' he clomped after me. 'you know they can't see nothin from inside there an don care a hoot even so.' m'thoughts was all mixed an i felt kinda panicky an kept headin for that big moon, finely stopping in the yard in front of the barn. when I finely turned an saw him, no shirt an holding up his overalls, his muscleman pecmounds standin out, those fulltilt-size tits makin me tremble somethin fearce an i still don’t no why.

its like his muscletits was so naked an starin back at me, darin me to be nekked an show off m'own in th moonlight. 'hey,' he looked an grinned. 'i kin see ya plain as day now--see that?' he pointed at th turkeyplatter moon crestin th weepin willow in the far field. when i looked back at him an gave a crooked smile, his face changed like he was almos in pain. 'holy shit tommy, yer so dam cute i'm gettin all horny, swear to god, tommy." his voice was real downlow breathy an sexy his eyes dark as coal, runnin up n'down me. 'come on, now, will ya tommy please' he tried t’ act normal, but he was starin at me an soundin so growly n'needylike, a deep voice more like a man then th boys we both was. 'i wanna be nekked with you an i dont wanna hearin you say no more about it,hear me.' I nodded--only nodded cuz no one, specially brad hadnt ever said 'i wanna be nekked with you' like that—so breathy forceful an starin right thru me.

it was like i suddenly felt all hot n'chilled t’gether an myhands was shakin so bad i couldn't hardly undo m'clothes. i just kept tremblin an watchin brad let them overalls drop t'the groun, his briefs so white n'hefty under the moonlite it looked like they was tryin hard to hold in a sack'a fruit! th front of them shorts swayed, a big ol'heavy bundle, givin me th'shakes so bad cuz i never laid eyes on anythin so sexy in m'life, cept when i saw poppa once in th shower. i mean hell, we's jes kids an usually our shorts show we got next'tnothin inside em, you know?

'ohmgod, brad,' i shivered, 'i dont no bout this.' he stood there hands on hips, lats flared like a cobra an his perked dark mantits callin at me from each swelled musclemound. 'your shakin only cuz your horny like me--an so what--it ain't our fault!' he pointed an accusin’ finger at th pieplate moon now well over the willow '--we got th fullmoon fever an it'll make us do an'thin it want to, man! Fuck.' he dropped them briefs an I was suddenly starin at a wedge'a curlyblack cockbush so thick it was a mans bush, an a cock so big its mushroomhead glinted in th moonglo--hell it was th fattest hose of acock with a heavywate sack'a smoothskin manballs swingin tween his manly mexicanbrown thighs, an m'mouth went wet.

under that shimmery silver light it weren’t m’lunatik cuzin brad no more but a yung greek god, a livin breathin statchu like th ones mikelangelo carved up in rome, muscles ever’where, hunky tits n’ biceps n’ abs. only difference wuz not like mikelangelos dinky dicks, brad’s cock wuz one giant huge bigass cock!

‘shit, tommy--you tryin t'tease me now--stop your starin tween m'legs an lemme see yours a’ready.' he stood hips akimbo, fingerin th satin moonreflectin head'a his giant dong, his other han pullin them bellchime balls his nuckles grazin his fleececovered thighs. i had trouble undoin all m'snaps cause truth be tol i couldn't tare m'eyes off him one second--shit, i couldn't do nothin but tremble an stare. 'sorry--i'm real nervus--an now i got me a hardon, brad, goddam you anyway.' he laughed, but breathy-like, his eyes glitterin an th moon dancin over his muscles, his stomach abs standin out in twin ridges, at least six pair, his bellybutton stretched wide cuz he was all muscle ever'where, goddamit i was goin crazy even seein his biceps flex.

When i stepped free'a my overalls, m'shorts tented so extreme I thought like they'd rip open, m'cock so crazy for brad it sent bolts'a horniness up m'spine an made me tremble afresh. 'judas priest tommy, tha's gotta be one huge dork on you baby. it's makin mine swell even jes seein it inside them jockeys. take em off tommy, come on--i waited all day for this now—shit, I been waitin’ all YEAR--an don't tease me no more ok'.

 

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I tryed kickin aside m'clothes, an m'ironbar cock screamed blue murder, th head so sexhot it felt tortured an i had to pull m'briefs down to my ankles. 'goddammit stand full up now tommy you hung sonofabitch, look!--jus look at that fullhard horsecock a'yours!--i knew it! With uncle luke showin' such a crotchful in his jeans you had'ta have one like his. shit, that's a fatheaded beauty wi bullballs to match it you hot stud. how big is that helmetheaded fucker, tommy, you teenage stud, fuck! your one big cockswingin dude an your m'own cuzin, nekked n'horny like me in this here fullmoonin stripshow under the stars, huh?'

I stared back at him, m'mouth open at his stream'a sexy jabberin til we both had to smile, then grin an laff aloud. we laffed, our cocks all sex-stiff n’bobbin aroun in heat jes like they wuz eyein’ one another as we tryed to catch our breath. 'shit, brad you sure nuff are fullmoon crzy tonight huh?' i was still tremblin but less so, m'eyes fixed on his barenekked cock as tho i might never again git th chance t'drink in th'site a'all his studhard ‘qipment. he stopped grinnin, his face concentratin once more on m'own bonerized hotrod like he'd never afore seen one even tho he had one even bigger. an even still tha's what confuses th hell outta me cuz here I got what he got an viceversa but i jes wanna see his agin an agin like i need to always see it an stare at it an be near it, and yeah, love it-- cuz I do.

yes, i’m in love with brads big hardon, i aint one t’lie, an i don’ care who reads this an thinks thas wrong or unnatral cuz jeezus i can’t help m’self an jes wanta have it as m’own t’ do what I want, an lookin at it in the moonlight, I jes wanta hold it an then squeeze it an then git down an press it all over m’face an kiss it real bad—kiss an kiss an tongue it all over its shiny head an lick right inta its sexy cocklips an lick at it and kiss it some more an jes keep it tween m’lips an stare at it like its starin back all while ploppin them manly balls in m’palm an pull em to m’mouth an wash em all over an kiss em and kiss em an kiss em n’ then turn back to his giant cock and make love to it an suck it an forget anythin else cept his cock n’balls n’muscles n’tits and then kiss his wide sexy mouth, drillin m’tongue down inside t’have ‘im all to m’self alone in this worl. so judge me or whatever but shit i don’ care cuz i’m fallin in luv wi’ him rite under this bigass moon, rite here in our yard, n’ now i jez wanna grab one’a his muscletits an squeeze it t’m’mouth an suck that big tit like a baby on its mamma, nurse on it, make that hot nipple fill m’hot lips an let me kiss it an kiss it an rub it over my lips an face an what i can’t hardly stop m’self from doin’ is pushin’ brad down so i kin rub m’hot boycock all th fuck over his tits an make his pointy nipple kiss m’cockmouth an make m’cock make sweet luv t’ his tits til it jes cum all th’fuck over em n’ coat em wi’ m’boycreamin’ cockjizz.

an shit but i too felt wild like him an full'a beans, wantin t'be nothin but nekked w'brad my hardcocked cuzin under th'fullest moon we both did ever see. 'holy smokes brad, you ever in your life see cocks like these here? jeezus, yers is so hard it looks near close t'splittin down th'seams an mine feels like a two-by-four tween m'legs.' the moon was so bright it bounced itself off th polished dome'a our hot cockheads. brad always did have this way'a walkin where his dick is pushed forward, an now all naked'n bonerized it looked like his cock was th' king of his hole body, th’ one in charge'a things.

'shit, i'm so crzy inlove with these t wo cocks i'm goin nuts,' he stared at me, his mouth slack an eyes glazed over. 'what a fuckin beauty that cock a'yers is tommy, shit. you yerself lookin fer all the worl like that actor matt dillon an standin there bareass necked an me lookin at the flared rimround that big ol mushroom head? its makin me so ... uhhhhhh!. . . oh cripes a’mighty cuzin I’m goin ravin mad drinkin in yer muscle big cock beautyness.'

i looked at him an how he squeezed his eyes an his big thighs t'gether at th same time an how it made his lowswingin nuts kinda plumpup an gather'neath a cock so hard it lerched aroun’ like it was eyein’ m’own an then jus drooled out its sexsyrup.

'ohhhhh,' i moaned, my own pride'njoy buckin aroun in th air wi’ a mind'n will all its own. 'i'm like shakin n'tremblin deep inside m'body seein' all your barenaked muscles an sexed-up huge rockhardon, brad!'

 

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i kind'a shuddered then an brad took hold'a my hand, 'c'mon, let's walk apiece cuz if i don't i'm gonna xplode or have me a real heart attak or somethin, hear me?'

an th moon was well above us now, makin th cowpath an grass an pasture shimmer all silver an clear as day. his hand was big'n muscular an his furry thighs brushed gainst m'own. we had t'laff cuz we was so mezmerized in watchin our fucksticks lunge and jig about that we tripped, makin them two skinrockets nearly snap clean off they was so stiff! 'ooooh, feel that?' brad moaned at me. 'feel them sparks? stop a minute tommy, cuz...' he turned an his stiff cock brushed heads with mine. 'h-holy', i jumped. 'oh brad, judas priest, i need t'touch yers or somethin here, cuz i'm burnin up w'fever over that fat hard cock now that its so dam closeup. it is callin m’name an blowin kisses an i want it more’n I ever wanted an’thin in this worl! jes let me touch it--feel it, i promise i’ll...'

an DAMN if he didn't jes lean in an crush his big sexylips gainst m'mouth! hell! it was like lightin a firecracker cuz i cried out an flung m'bicep round his thick neck. i moaned an kissed him all tongue deep down his wet throat while rubbin' ever inch’a m’hotcock all over his big fucker. holy shit, I din't no what in fuck i was doin but he kissed me so deep back i had no breath an his big hands was grabbin m'bowlinball asscheeks an rubbin his headwet cock up m'abs an cryin, 'tommy, tommy, i need you tommy an you no it so don't be pullin away--give me your nekked fineassbody, you fucker, you littlestud.'

his words was like tongues'a fire, stokin m’ horniness an i moaned so low i din't no it was me, my hips shovellin cock tween his hairy clampin’ musclethighs, fuckin anythin a'his I could have. all i knew was i needed my cuzin brad like i needed breath, an i wanted his hole fuckin body rubbin mine til we was nothin but a humpin, kissin' barenaked couple'a hot n’horny dudes under the biggest bigass moon!

now lookit, not him, nor me knew what th’ fuck we was doin’, see?
i never had no sex b’fore, an he neither, not even wi chicks, only beatin our meat while lookin down at our bigass cock an admirin it while feelin up them big boyballs till it jes spirt ropes'a cum all over th place—hittin the pillow an even th damn wall, an yes m’own face.

‘o fuck tommy, fuck!’ brad grabbed m’jaw wi his left hand an squeezed m’ lips t’gether an leaned in an washed his sexy tongue all over ‘em then bit ‘em an kissed ‘em, loosenin’ his grip t’ drill his tongue right down m’ gullet. it made me so fevered i jes kept kniffin m’hotcock up gainst his swollen ballbuster, hittin his ballbag wi m’own ballbag, ruttin like dogs in heat.

we wuz pantin like we couln’t catch our breath, our eyes lookin kind of crazedlike, kind’a glassy n’wild, an I grabbed him by his muscled shoulders an stared an whispered hot in his hansome face, ‘look, brad, look, we gotta get hold’a ourselves now, hear me?’ an he nodded, nodded like he needed me rite then t’somehow someway calm us th’ fuck down or we’d have us some kind’a stroke!

an i slid down his tight body in slow motion, kissin them muscletits, first one, then t'other, chewin lightly on each hard sexheated nipple, then tonguing em an worshiping each one while squeezing th'fuckers inta m’hot mouth, tastin’ brads taste, washin over them nipples wi the flat’a m’tongue, drawin’ deep moans outta brad, him nosin’ inta my hair an kissin m’head, drivin me inta wantin each nipple so f’in much, i a’most wanted t’ just bite em off! fuck! i had t’have em!-- suckin n’ kissin an lickin an squeezing them thick slabs a mantit, an kissin’ em over agin and agin, an snortin like a ruttin’ pig, not carin’ a hoot what i sounded like or nothin. i needed them tits like i needed life itself, swear t’god.

‘oh tommy, m’tommy boy, you lovin up my mantits w’ yer sweet tongue! oh god! i’m crazy fer you, feedin on my tits like that, tommy--yer m'loverboy now, hear me? my one an' only lover, so hot n' tender!'

an i slowly came off them nipples slid down more feelin that hot cock’a his risin’ up gainst m’hard belly, th more I slid lower, kissin m’way down an lickin inta the ridges of his abs, an pausin t’dip m’tonguetip inta the deep well of his deep musclestretced bellybutton, that sexy indent, that little cave of sex that made me suction m’lips right over it an then suck an diddle in it, while his steamy hard cock nudged under m’ chin beggin for attention an m’lips traced down that sexy river’a sex hair featherin down his flat musclebelly, kissin’ them feathery hairs, m’ chin thumpin his fat cockhead, an m’ nose now deep inta the sex forest of brads soft manbush, that pillow of cock wreathin puffy black hair that makes me wild wi’ desire when i first lade eye on it under th stars. i nosed inta it breathin in the scent of m’ brad, chewin inta it wi m’lips.

i wuz kneelin in th damp grasses, it ticklin m’ nekked ballbag, us hearin a whip-poor-will callin inta th moonlite, them fireflies winkin their joy down at us two muscleteens makin hot sweet love t’gether.

‘tommy tommy! you kissin’ m’cockbush? you kissin me right where i live? oh god tommy i am fallin in love wi you by the second, you sweet Loverboy, nosin inta m’ manbush an rubbbin yer nose gainst my hot cock, hot fer you only--hear me now? swear to god! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!’

 

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His words make me nuts, his growly voice speakin love t’ m’ starvin’ heart like that? Fuck. you get me? like i’m so needy inside me, so empty a’ love that brad’s sweet sexy talk down at me while i’m smellin his man smell, that smell when you rub yer nose right inta that place no one ever noses inta—that spot where hard cock, soft balls, an beutiful bush join, nosin right th fuck inta that beutiful manly place a’ sex n’ privacy n’ personal personal joinin’ up of cock n’balls n’thigh n’ ever’thin that makes a man a man? you, you reader, you—if you’s still readin this far inta m’story, you gotta no that smell, don’cha-- that musky teenboy smell a’ sex n’ testostoron an musk? that smell? Fuck. i mean, FUCK! an brad talkin down at me in his growly needy voice, an my heart nearly xplodin in luv for him in that moment, like i was in horny heaven, man. god. i jes sniffed n snorted n then started nibblin inta his hang a’ ropey ballskin, m’lips gummin’ his folds of juic y balls—'oh fuck oh fuck tha’s so fuckin hot tommy. oh fuck what’chu all doin’! what’chu all DOIN’ TO M' HOT BALLS?? Huh? makin’ luv now t’ m’ fat balls tommy? you hot stud, chewin on my nuts like that? Oh ohhh tommy tommy fuck tommy fuckfuckfuckfuck.’ an his head was fallin back, him cryin his love f’ me to that big moon? oh god in heaven i wuz a’most cummin hearin an seein an smellin an chewin…an I chewed up his throbber, up that tightskinned loverocket, nosin inta that thick vein goin up it, gainst that fuckmuscle a’love of m’ brads hot cock. ‘oh no, tommy, oh no, not m’giant cock now? Huh? huh? you chewin up m’ rod? Ooooohhhhh, tha’s m’ boner yer makin love to now, aint’cha? Hmmmmm? oh oh oh oh tommy, i’m leakin out m' mansyrup, i can feel it lurchin n' buckin! fuck oh fuck oh fuck, what’chu’all doin, mmmmmnnnnohhh, tommmmmy!'

i nibbled n’ nibbled m’ way up that hard ridge of his torched out hardon, th’ hefty thing oozin’ n jerkin aroun’ th more i made m’ way up it, m’ nose rubbin inta silkyhard n’ steamy skin, til it bumped up gainst th ridge of his huge cockhead, that rim tween th head an th boner? that spot of spots? an it was dark out, see? only th moonlight t’ see by, an so only m’ lips an nose wus tellin me where i was as i nibbled m’ way up his hard fat throbbin love pole. an when i bumped up gainst that flarin head, i nearly swooned in m’ crazy love for brad, cuz who in this worl offers up their very own cock to another—their treshure, their pride n’joy, their love toy, their big beauty--cuz his wuz so beautiful, so hunky, cuz unlike m’own mushroom headed dong, his was delikate an flared, wi a deep lip swoopin up t’ form a slitely pointed tip at witch there was his big open cockmouth jes oozing lovejuices t’ have me lap up. ‘tommy don’t tease me, baby, do not tease me now cuz Jeezus i cannot take no more, hear me? yer kissin’ m’dickhead, makin me get th’ shakes cuz no one has ever kissed me there, tommy, no one, ohfuck, ohfuck, OH FUCK WHAT’CHU ALL DOIN’ TOMMY? yer lickin m’ hot cock. Ugggghhhhhh’, he was a’most topplin’ over makin me grab his legs an smash m’face right gainst his eight inch man rod, smellin his man smell an feelin th steam risin from his buckin broncho. ‘TOMMY TOMMY! back off now, hear me! i’m so close t’ blowin an’ i can’t blow now!’ an he renched hisself free a’me an backed away some t’ then fall t’ his knees an’ throw his hole hot body gainst mine an crush his mouth gainst mine t’ tongue bath m’hole face an bite my chin an reach down t’ pull m’ asscheeks up gainst his hot body, me pantin an fuckin his hard belly an thumpin his big hardon wi m’own. ‘no brad, no, brad, BRAD! i’m agonna cum!’ an i had t’push him til we both were kneelin there watchin them hardons flexin in heat, juices flowin like rivers down their hardness, cocklips spred so wide open they wuz starin up at us, like accusing us of neglekt, of not lettin em jez blow their loads.

 

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'what'chu'awl doin?'

A lightnin bolt struck me hearin Samson's deepass voice suddenly cut thru our fevered pantin and humpin, makin me feel guilty n'scared as hell!!—twas like getting elektrokuted or hit wi a brick.

But hell, brad sure weren't scared or nothin’. 'what's it look like we’re doin fer cripes sake', he quick clamped down his furry musclethighs, t start frictionin m'spasmin cock, like he wuz showin off!

'y'all got eyes, don'cha?' an brad couldn't've cared less, jus kept kissin m'neck, drawin big welts'a passion, an it was like samson disappeared then, cuz we was too far gone t'pay him much mind, an fell back t'ruttin n'groanin, an i sucked brad’s tongue like a cock, it bein th sexiest thing ever t’ hit m’ mouth, him and i feedin each other our tongues while our hands couldn’ stop rubbin up one anothers tits, me pinchin his nipples an makin little cries down his kissin throat. shit, it was like m’whole personalatee changed under that big moon, like i wasn’t th ol tommy no more, but became brads n brads alone, needin him needin an cravin his mouth, his tits, his sexy bush down below an his thumpin bigass cock an them juicy plumped up balls—all’a him, fuck, even his belly button made m’mouth juice up wi passion for him—an yeah his muscle ass, that too, that too, god, i wanted t’bury my hole hand tween them two cheeks an feel his furry creese trap m’ fingers inside it.

an yeah, it may'a been a biggass moon n'all but samson's so dark i thought he'd left, an then suddenly his voice was right in m'ear. 'yeah—i got eyes--an' that's not all i got!' an hell but wasn't he standin right b'side us, th' big ol moon glintin off his muscles--muscles i seen b'fore sometimes but never up close--an he had the body'a some kinda african god.

'cripes a'mighty samson--y'all got th' fullmoonin fever too, huh?' brad stopped n'stared, his voice full'a wonder n'awe. an the two'a us uncoupled, overhot cocks throbbin at th' sight'a Samson steppin inta th'moon's full glow, biceps bulgin, cuppin his cantalope tits an slidin his hands real slow down his musclegod black fsique t'sling a seriously huge dong across both palms.

'holy momma!' brad's eyes opened wide. 'that cant be real samson, it jes can't!' 'oh, it's real--th' most real part'a my body--go on an' feel it, why don'cha—be gentle tho’, or i’ll deck ya.’

an hell but din't we both latch ahold'a that meaty firehose a'his, xpandin n'swellin in our grip like some kind'a livin breathin anaconda, an i couldn't help it--thinkin i'd never in m'life git me another chance—an used m'other hand t'run m'fingers thru his nuckle-deep black brillopad cockbush, thrillin over how hunky n'soft n'manly it was. 'lookit that monster get hard, tommy--shit--its gotta be a foot tall, at least a foot tall, our hans don't even fit round this bullmoose,' brad was tryin t'jack it.

'i swear i kin see th'moon reflectin' off this big fat head--see that—its big as a tomata.'

'uhhhhhh--oh yes, yeah jus pump it like that, just like that, now mess around with m'big fat horny balls too.' an hell but i din't need no incouragin that way cuz i don' know why but seein a real mans balls makes m'heart pound so bad i can't look wiout throwin a rod. like that time I tol you when m'pop left th bathroom door open after his shower? an holyjeez he was bendin over t'dry his ankles an his musclecheeks was moonin me an dam wasn't his looseskin jigglin ballbag hangin like gooseggs ina sling ? like th' hunkiest, most private part'a a mans body swayin b'low his winkin asshole right b'fore m'feastin eyes? it left me shakin an.....

'what's yer problem tommy, you can't do somethin with them fat nuts?' an suddenly brad's got hold'a m'ironbar dork n'pullin me inta Samson's crotch til m'pinkheaded cocks nosin inta his ballbag pillow. 'oh mother'a pearl,' i felt his suedeskin hang bouncin 'gainst m'hot helmethead, th wild feelins shootin off sparks an then din't m'eightinch bronco just rear back n'drool sexsyrup all over em?

'OHHHhhhhh tha's hot baby--now give em a bath sweetboy, lemme feel that pink tongue a'yers.'

'i dare ya', brad was pumpin away, Samson's blackbulgin bag'a sex heavin aroun, an next thing i was down on th'dewy grass, hands wrapped aroun his giant thighs, starin at his floppin jizzmakers til i couldn't stand it no more. an hell, i knew i never'd get m'self a chance like it agin in m'life, liftin m'whole face up gainst those warm floppin peaches, m'flat tongue lollin out.

'goddam!' Samson's rod thwacked his hard belly when brad suddenly let go an moved in t'offer up his own jigglin honeynuts till i was snufflin n'snortin two pair'a naked lovesacs.

'kiss m'bigasstits boy!'

i pulled back t'catch m'breath jus in time t'see brad moan n'try t'take all'a samson's meaty pec in his spread mouth usin both hands t'squeeze th' fucker deep inside--an Samson bein so much taller--so fuckin huge--brad was on his tiptoes clampin both legs gainst his bigblack thigh. an suddenly i had both rockhard cocks sidebyside an dam but din't i rise up on m'knees an' give em both a tonguebath? 'UHhhhh!' their moans hit th'night sky over me polishin their moonglintin cockdomes.

an that moon shon down on them sexrockets--one pink n'young n'juicin candy, n'one like abigass billyclub. brad loveslobbered Samsons rubberbullet tit mountains an i grabbed handsful'a barenaked balls n'laved em all up, pushin my nose inta all that soft drapin skin--two bulgin bags'a allmale fruit, their throbbin cocks droolin lovejuices down their salami shafts.

m'own badboy was buckin in heat tween m'legs, threatenin t'go off all by itself when Samson suddenly took a few steps back. 'who's got th' biggest?'

'biggest?' brad had’t stop pantin’ an looked down at me, then at his thrustin proud porker.

'brad does--no question' i stood up, feelin mine slap m'abs anpreen like it was in some kind'a beauty pagaent for cocks.

'i don't know bout that,' Samson fingered his giant, purplemushroom knob, starin at m'eightincher in th moonlight. then brad turned t' me, tiltin his boner up gainst mine, hips pushed forward. 'measure em, why don'cha?' he was grinnin at me.

'lie down on yer back' Samson ordered me.

'jeezums, what'cha'll gonna do?' brad watched me hit the ground, m’ dork throbbin juice inta ‘m'bellybutton.

'Get fucked,' Samson said back, like he was gonna take a nap, or git hisself a beer, n’moved toward me, his giant cock swayin like a derek way out there—like a babys arm.

'hey!' brad put his hands on his hips. 'there's no need for swearin, cuz we's jes boys--we's jes tryin t'unnerstand what....'

'i said, i’m gonna get me fucked,' Samson chuckled deep n'full an then straddled me, feet toward m'head, then crouchin lower, his studballs swingin. '--now aim that baby up t'th'sky an hold on tight.'

 

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'what th' hell?' brad came round b'hind him. 'y'all crazy, samson?'

An i jus din't have time t'ask questions cuz all i saw was Samson's bigblack bowlinball cheeks spreadin, his ten-inch whopper bouncin tween them parted thighs an.....

'UHHhhmmmphhhh!'

brad jumped back.

‘lectric shocks litup m'cock.

'holy shit, tommy--he's sittin on yer dick! it's slidin inside!'

'shhiiiiittt, tha's a big'un!' Samson's eyes were like saucers.

an a million little lips were nibblin down m'shaft, swallowin m'sexstiff rod, makin me so jumpy m'hips jus bolted upward, n'locked.

'UHHHHGHHH!'

i felt suctionin heat suckin me inside, m'teenboy boner burrowin inta places i din't know was possible t'probe--like slidin inta a hotsilky glove--like some kinda hornycock heaven. a rush'a feelin--a warmin glow flooded m'body, makin me grin ear-t-ear. 'tha's some cock you got.' Samson grunted n'rose a little, m'dick feelin th night air hit it. then he sat back down, an after about a minute he too was grinnin ear-t-ear. An brad was b'side us, legs spread, knees bent n'playin wi his ‘quipment. 'it don hurt?'

'hurts good! real good!' he started bouncin, smilin away, his stiff nightstick slappin his abs, bullballs thuddin m'belly. 'Oooooh man!'

no more little lips nibblin m'shaft!--this was like a cock tunnel-a-love--like someone'd shoved m'ovenhot joystick in a milkin machine!

'C'mere boy--kneel down n'loveup m'dick n'stuff.'

'how i'm sposed t'do that?' brad stood with his feet planted on each side'a m'shoulders, watchin Samson rise n'fall on my cock.

'squat th fuck down,' Samson grabbed his waist an--keepin his rhythm goin--pushed brad inta a crouch.

woah. suddenly there was two moons that night--one in the sky, n'brad's spread ass over m'face! i smelled ivory soap n'johnson's babypowder, then felt brad's velvetbagged nuts floppin over m'chin.

'goddam, tommy! look at this!'

'i can't!' i felt m'breath wash cross his split cheeks, m'lips brushin his tiny hole.

'he's bouncin so much all i have t'do is hold on! he's jackin' hisself tween m’fingers!'

i pictured brad's hands wrapped round Samson's tenincher, feelin th slip-slidin skin gainst th throbbin shaft--but i din't need no pictures—I had Samson's hotblack muscleass fuckin m'pink juicin cock, an brad's winkin ass right over m'mouth.

'why not?' i thought t’ m'self jus before lickin it a little.

'Oooh!' brad wiggled his sweet butt and i commenced lappin it, spearin it--hell, lavin that teenypink slice all up, suddenly wishin i'd been born wi two dicks!'

a thousand little peepers n'crickets joined our gruntin n'moans, th moon risin higher as Samson's amazin butt milked m'blissed-out cock. an i fought m'hands up under brad's crouchin thighs n'dove down t'feel Samson's stretchedout asshole fuckin m'loverocket.

jus then brad lost balance, fallin back on his knees, m'head tween his thighs, his balls floppin over m'face. m'tongue shot out, lickin them soft jewels, an he rose up jus high enuff t'dangle em cross m'wet, slobberin lips. 'oh yeah, tommy--you go on doin that—tonguebath them fat balls!' he started jackin hisself like mad, wi me lovetbitin his heavin lovesacs when Samson started bouncing aroun like a madman. 'take m'dick! i'm gonna blow!'

an i quickly found his absmackin lovejuicin whopper, but could only grasp th bottomhalf--an tha's when brad took hold'a th'rest, an Samson moaned n'flew upndown m'oversexed cock. an brad sure was right cuz we din't have t'jack Samson at'all cuz his ass bouncin on my cock was doin it for us--we jus had t'hang on as it milked itself an began flexin'n juicin.

brad was jackin hisself wi his free hand an i started feelin woozylike cuz hell, samson's asshole was frictionin m'rod somethin fearce an' brad's ballbag was smackin m'face, an things was gettin outta control. i mean hell, up t'then i could handle all them wild feelin's but th' buildup was reachin a point where m'hips kept bouncin up when his ass was comin down.

'UHHHHHHH! O Jeezus!'

brad's thunderthighs was tremblin gainst m'head, his balls bruizin m'tonge, n Samson's cock was swellin n'juicin so much it made slipslappin sounds, an then suddenly Samson's assmuscles jus plain clenched round m'tremblin boyboner an i felt somethin cave-in deep inside, an i started gruntin n'knifin m'hips up deep in horny bursts.

‘Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH!' it wasn't even m'own voice, or so i thought, but m'balls bunchedup n' m'bigteencock jus let it all go, hosin Samson's guts, m'hips lockin as i shook n'spewed m'jizz washin out his hole n'dribblin' all over m'ballsn'thighs.

'fuck! I'm cummin too!' i felt Samson's lovemuscle flex t'twice its size, n'pulled m'head up onto brad's thighs t'see the whole beefy thing crowbar hard in our jackin hands, the purplehead flared n'snortin til Samson gave a low gruntin growl. he batted our smallish hands away an took control, risin up on his knees over me--m'droolin cock poppin free a'his steamy hole--an flogged that big bad manmeat like no tomorrow. His moon-reflectin pecs jogged n'flexed, th nipples like bloatedbullets, his biceps th size'a footballs, as he twofisted his kingkong cock, his avacadoballs sloggin up-n-down. an i still don know what made me, but in th heat'a th'moment, i thrust tween his spread cheeks n'shoved m'thumb right up his drippin cunt.

'FUCKKKKK!' his mouth went slack, his musclebody flexin, th head'a his giantcock flarin n'tremblin an his ass was eatin m'thumb an his thighs was cordedup, an he howled at th moon as his jizzcannon fired stripes a'hotcream cross m'neck n'tits. they splatted n'shot, his boilin balls churnin out even more.

jus then brad roseup on his haunches over m'face, his lovesacs a'jumblin blur, fistin like mad, his mouth grimmacin in hornyd'light. I’m…I’m gonna blow!' his flarin rod rearedback in his flyin fist, the peehole a gapin mouth, an man, i had only enuff time to reach up n'squeeze inta that spot-a-spots jus under his floppin nuts.

'UHHHHHHUuunggg!'

ropes'a spermy jizz gushed inta m'openmouth, m'eyes feastin' on his worshipful eyes as he jumped n'danced that tango'a'love, his hips thrustin, his hand aimin his snortin helmethead down at m'lollin tongue. 'tommy! oh! oh, tommy!' he shuddered n'spewed, n'caught a breath, then seized again, me swallowin an waitin for th'next. ‘i jes love you tommy, a’ways have, a’ways will. be wi’ me? be mine alone?’
the crickets n'peepers took awhile t'take back th night after all our howlin n'jizzmakin--hell, after all our shudderin stopped, we collapsed, feelin up spentcocks n'slippery balls, kissin n'makin out.

at some point samson must’a gone back, leavin’ me an’ brad tongue swabbin’ an feelin each others muscles an tits an cocks an balls an making a new love t’gether that is still goin’ on an a’ways will. an that big ol moon kept on shinin--lightin our way t'th' swimminhole that night--cocks swingin, balls slappin

--an all'a us laughin n'full'a th' fullmoonin fever.

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