I heard splashing and sexy taunts, deciding to play host and open a new set of beers, my cock flopping as I used a cloth to wipe all the cum I could find off everything. And trust me, there was a lot. Standing back up, I looked down at my dazed, dripping dickhead, not fully believing what had just happened--that only a few minutes ago, I was pumping my meat while watching the Coach suck Mark Wynn off!
My Catholic parents’ rustic cabin by the lake just held six naked gymnasts brandishing huge hardons at each other, including our hairy-chested, cock-proud Coach. And now they were whooping it up in our hot tub, still naked and even more turned-on.
"Get out here, Jensen!" Coach Dan yelled.
"Yeah! Show us your stud body, man," Mark Wynn crowed.
I couldn't quite clutch the six bottles, so put them on a tray. And far from quelling my horniness, the fact that I'd just blown a huge load only seemed to make my cock more alive than ever. It began seriously chubbing from their sexy catcalls alone.
"All RIGHT!" Mark cheered. "More beer!"
They were all sitting on the tub's edge--feet kicking in the water--legs spread open, cocks spearing out at me, watching mine dance around half-full as I maneuvered my way around to the stairs lifting the tray.
Tommy had his arm flung over Coach's husky thigh, hand toying with the muscleman's fat furry balls, and, like Mark Wynn, no longer as shy. And the blue-green glow and steam made their up-thrusting cocks look gigantic and mysterious--like they were rising from the mist.
I sauntered down the steps and waded down into the tub, giving them a lewd display of my Danish cock and balls.
"Thanks," Chico smiled sexily, taking a bottle from the tray, spreading his manly thighs further to treat me to a one man show of his disproportionately-large tool.
"No problem," I grinned back, thrilling over it and his brown, hairy pecs and beautifully muscled body. Everything he had turned me on--especially his huge, plantain-sized rod and fat balls.
Mark Wynn's forearm-thick, meaty, blunt-nosed, blond-bushed crowbar thudded out at me like a dare. Now rightfully proud--the initiation in the cabin had brought back a brand-new self-confidence. “Have a feel if you want," he said, spreading his fleecy thighs.
I instead took an ice-cold beer and devilishly touched his thin-skinned ballbag. "Jesus!" he shuddered, the skin puckering-up.
"You know, you've changed," I confided quietly, handing him his bottle.
"Oh?" he looked momentarily wary.
"I like THIS Mark Wynn way, way better, man," I winked at him and thudded my big, hard cock against his submerged calf.
"Wow," he smiled. "You're real big down there!"
I reached between his blond-furred thighs and gave his thick, rigid badboy a squeeze. It was amazingly thick around and pulsed hotly in my grip. "Mine's not as fat and tough as THIS beauty!" I admired, before moving on.
"--you going to feel me up, too?" Tommy asked, his pug-nosed face flushed and shy. I looked at the brown-puffy hair pillowing at the base of his super-hard cock. I wanted to tie a big bow around his brand-new teen trophy of manhood. Perfectly shaped, the ivory shaft gleamed in the light, the satiny head ripe and rosy. Two egg-sized, fuzz-covered balls hugged the base protectively.
Raising the tray, I leaned-in and planted a sweet kiss on the open-mouthed crown. It felt hot against my lips. "Ooooh," Tommy breathed-out, feeling it throb in response. "You're real good to me, Jordan!" he whispered.
"You're no kid, Tom," I said, handing over his beer. "That's a man's stud cock you've got there—plus, we’re only a few years your senior, you know."
"You--you turn me on, Jordie," Tommy blushed hotly. "You turn me on a LOT! Thanks for kissing my DICK!" he whispered.
"You want to kiss mine later on?" I whispered back, oblivious to everyone else, drinking in his deep blue eyes.
"Yeah!" he squeezed his thighs at the invitation. "You'd let me?"
I rode my wet hardon up his calf. "You can do whatever you want with it," I winked. "You're a sexy dude, Tom."
Our gaze lingered until the Coach spread his thunder-thick thighs for me, showing off all he had going. "Great party," he said in his deep, low voice when I moved before him.
"Jesus," I murmured, eye level with what had to be the biggest, fattest, tallest, vein-roped cock ever. The head glowed and preened under my gaze, the big-lipped crown so flanged, it looked carved. This only made the perpetually aroused head all the more manly--a knob the shape, and practically the size of a portobello mushroom--the hole a gaping 'O' of horny neediness.
Coach Dan made his inner muscles bob the whole, hefty log out at me. Piles of thick black hair wafted around the base, leading my eyes down to his sack of sparcely-furred peaches.
"You like 'em? --my fat balls?" watching my eyes shine.
The skin was brown and generous, ropey folds of it hanging like hair-sprinkled drapery from his giant cock, and my awe over them made the Coach push his hips forward till the big sacs tumbled over the edge of the tub. His gigantic balls hung in heavy suspension.
"Jesus, Coach," I repeated, reaching out my palm and coming up under them.
Their hugeness tumbled over the sides, unable to be contained. I then brought my hand up the back of the rich cords, feeling the sexy fold of endless soft skin--and pulled. "Oh yeah," he husked. "You know how to do it, Jensen!"
I pulled again, encircling my fingers around the whole, upper hang, stretching the skin down to cluster those sexy twin goose eggs. I wagged the giant orbs about--marvelling over how hunky they were--and then I yanked them, watching his massive cock lever downwards at me, indignant over being forced to be anything but proud and erect.
I leaned in and rubbed my lips over the satiny, fat head, which stretched in reply and oozed glistening cock honey. "God DAMN, Jensen!" the Coach husked in appreciation, taking the tray away.
Saliva flooded my mouth, and my lips had to expand completely as I tested my mouth's ability to handle a cock that size.
, you, saclove!
