"Unnnggghhh!"
My eyes rolled back in my head as my hand stroked up and down my rock hard cock. Ever since I'd started this pizza delivery job my horniness levels----which were already very high as a testosterone-filled college athlete----had shot through the roof. I was jacking it five or six times a day and still feeling the need to nut.
My substantial meat now glistening in my palm, slick with spit and precum as I fisted my thick shaft for the fourth time today. Lately, I'd been getting really turned on by the sight of my own dick. I had to admit it was a pretty beautiful piece, girthy and solid, with a good-sized head wrapped in some delicious-looking foreskin. Though I never really got the chance to line it up next to another dude's, I was pretty sure my bat ranked up there compared to most, the curving tip of my dickhead slipping past the nine-inch mark on a ruler when I measured it. Go ahead and pull out a ruler right now. Look at the notches and imagine a dong that size slapping against your open fingers. That's what I was working with as I flogged my own monster.
The other thing occupying my thoughts was my asshole. Ever since that embarrassing incident the other day where I'd accidentally gotten my mouth stuck on a giant cock and a bunch of gay dudes had fucked me, my puck had been acting strange. It was almost always sort of twitching now, sending out some kind of signal I couldn't really interpret. It's like it had been activated in a weird way. As my hand ran down my shaft, my fingers slid around my hairy balls and tickled against my taint. Ohhhh yeahhhh, that felt amazing. My pinkie slipped inside my hole almost on its own and was quickly sucked inside. My ring finger followed into my quivering chute and my middle finger was rubbing against my opening when my phone chirped.
Shit, shit! It was a text from my boss at the pizza delivery place. He was telling me I was due at work five minutes ago. Without thinking about it, my panicked free hand randomly pressed some icons on the screen.
Click Oh man, my smartphone snapped a dumb picture and, worst of all, immediately sent it to my boss. It showed my ginormous dick covered in sweat and spit and dong-juice sticking straight up in the air as my thumb hooked around its base, the rest of my hand clutching my nutsac and sliding in the direction of my asshole. Argh! I'm such a klutz sometimes!
Having no time to finish jacking, I threw on my super-tight delivery uniform (dry-cleaned since that last incident) and raced down to the pizza parlor. Of course, my hormones were still pumping through my body and my colossal stiffie was raging, its enormous outline clearly visible in the itty-bitty pants I was wearing. Panting, I stood in front of my huge ox of a boss, his massive shoulders and chest wrapped in his revealing apron. Wiry hairs covered almost every inch of his bare skin and a strong musky smell wafted out from his bushy armpits.
"Glad you could join us," he said with his big Greek grin. "I see why you were a bit late."
His calloused hand reached toward the outline of my dong, pointing to the spot of leaky boy brine that had blossomed at its tip. Ever so gently, he caressed the full figure of my cock, tracing his way all around the shaft and head and balls. He seemed to be really taken in by seeing my large fuck stick in real life. I really appreciated that he hadn't mentioned the accidental dick pic I'd just sent him. What a cool guy.
"My own beast can act out sometimes, too," he said in a throaty voice.
Lifting his apron, he showed me that his sweatpants had been pulled down across his thick thighs, revealing his own humongous erection. His dong was definitely bigger than mine, almost comical in its size and dimensions. With one hand, he peeled back the tip of his foreskin, freeing that mammoth mushroom-tip crowned by a glistening drop of precum. His low-hanging balls looked full and weighty and his entire crotch area, including the ham-hock curve of his glutes, was covered in a dense forest of that black wiry hair. A pungent smell hit my nose----ball sweat and dick juice and manly funk, causing the twitching of my asshole to reach a fever pitch for some reason.
My boss looked at me expectantly, seeming to be waiting for me to do something. I was just happy with how chill he was being regarding my bumbling photo accidents and obvious boner, telling me how he often had problems with horniness, too. Everybody deserved to have a boss like him.
After a moment, he tucked away that marvel and told me that today I'd have some help on my pizza run. Whistling, he called out: "Trent!"
From the kitchen came another delivery dude, a guy my age, Afro-Caribbean-looking with dark skin and dreadlocks but hazel eyes and some freckles on his face. His own pizza boy costume was just as tight as mine, showing off his incredibly toned body, the shirt so stretched I could see every one of his abs. He looked lean and limber, maybe a dancer if I had to guess, though definitely a gym rat like me. He must have been sizing me up as well, since his mischievous eyes were glued to my frame, taking me in from head to toe.
"You must be Troy." He shook my hand. "Pleasure to be working with you."
Tapping my butt, the pizza store owner told us to get a move on. "Follow Trent's lead," he said. "He'll show you what to do."
We grabbed a huge haul of pizza boxes and got in Trent's car. He was a really sweet guy, telling me as he drove down the small streets of our college town that he was something called a "go-go boy" on the weekends in the city----I assumed it was another one of those new delivery apps----but that ever since he'd started working for the pizza shop, he was raking in the cash. That made me happy to hear. I had been worried that being a delivery boy wasn't going to be enough to keep my bank account full.
Just before we arrived, Trent asked me to reach into the glove compartment. I pulled out a huge cone of paper, a massive joint that Trent had rolled before heading out. When he asked me to light it, I hesitated, unsure about getting high on our pizza run. But then again the owner had told me to follow Trent's lead. It didn't seem like it would hurt all that much to take a few puffs.
A few minutes later, with my head starting to spin, we pulled into a parking spot in front of the school gym. Through my half-stoned haze, I realized I didn't know we were delivering pizzas to campus. Oblivious to my confusion, Trent jumped out of the driver's seat and told me to get a move on. He seemed really excited to be delivering these pies.
We walked down some halls, headed somewhere I'd never before been, and came to a large open room. Inside stood exercise machines, weights, mats, and all kinds of equipment. It looked to be a private gym room I didn't know existed, which made sense because a bunch of dudes were in here working out completely naked. Right next to us, a lithe and cut athlete was doing push-ups in the buff. A ways farther off, guys were lifting weights while admiring their nude figures in the mirror. And on one side there was a row of jocks giving each other some pretty interesting massages. As the pot settled in my brain, I started wondering what exactly was going on.
"Fuck yeah," said Trent, putting his portion of the pizza boxes down and shucking his shirt. His well-developed chest was covered in a coarse dusting of hair. I thought it was funny that a straight dude like him was so quick to get naked around a bunch of guys.
He sped off into the gym, leaving me alone to puzzle out what I needed to be doing in order to get paid. With my baked brain, things felt extra hard to understand and I was caught for a minute just staring at all the lewd nude dudes getting pumped all around me. There were naked guys on pommel horses and some others on rings. And there on the floor nearby me, one dude was helping stretch another's legs. As the guy on top leaned forward, I saw how he pressed his large hard cock against his companion's similarly-sized erection.
Despite being baked, I was starting to put two and two together. It looked like this was the gymnastics team's practice, even if it wasn't like any practice I'd ever seen. The whole squad must be gay, I realized, meaning they were comfortable working on their bodies out in the open like this and even slapping dongs together. Gay gymnasts made a certain kind of sense to me. It was definitely one of the gayest sports in my mind.
Just then one of the naked guys came up and introduced himself as Esteban, an assistant coach. He had a bulkier build than most of the agile gymnasts around, a thin mustache resting on his upper lip, and the cock and balls of a bull. While tugging on his giant uncut pole absentmindedly, he explained that the team loved working out like this because it got their testosterone flowing, which helped develop muscles. And, of course, all guys no matter their sexual orientation found it stimulating to be around other nude men, working out in a natural, classical style like this.
My stoney-baloney brain had trouble following everything he was telling me but as I stood there watching his hand slowly work its way up and down his colossal shaft, my focus was completely tuned to my asshole, which was now twitching like crazy. Having never before felt the feeling, I kept wondering what it signified and what I was supposed to do about it. With a graceful grin, Esteban looked into my eyes.
"See anything you like?" he asked.
But the next moment I was distracted by a crazy sight behind him. Leaning over to get a better look, I was flabbergasted. Trent was on all fours on the floor in front of a guy sitting on one of the exercise benches. His pants had come off, exposing his smooth bare butt cheeks outlined by a tight white jockstrap. And there in his mouth was a stupendous gonzo dong. I almost burst out laughing! Straight Trent was supposed to be more experienced than me but here he was stuck in exactly the same situation I'd gotten myself into on my first delivery.
Leaving Esteban behind, I walked over to my delivery partner and watched as that giant cock repeatedly went in and out of his beautiful lips. He sure was stuck, completely unable to stop himself from blowing the massively hung dude in front of him. I slapped Trent on the ass in a friendly athletic way.
"Need some help there, buddy?" I said.
He looked up at me and smiled as well as he could with his cock-stuffed mouth. "Mrfffle."
Having just experienced the shame of this position, I knew I needed to get Trent out right away. Luckily, those gay dudes from the other day had given me a really good idea of how to start trying to getting him loose. Crouching behind Trent, I cupped his gorgeous behind and then spread his cheeks apart. Even though rimming a guy was not something a straight jock like me was supposed to be doing, it was more important to be a good friend. My tongue dove right down atop his quivering asshole and started licking in earnest.
"Hnnggh," moaned Trent as I went to town on his keister.
He sure seemed to appreciate the favor I was doing him. In all honesty, it wasn't that bad, his tight puck a pretty amazing prize, so snug and luscious that I started really getting into it. My tongue worked its way into his tight rear tunnel and his ass cheeks practically clapped the sides of my face, sucking me in further. Pretty soon, I was flicking my tongue in and out of his hole, searching for the place that was supposed to help him get unstuck from that giant dick on his face. Despite the fact that I'm sure he was mortified, Trent helped me out by bucking his soft hole wildly all over my tongue. My own puck was keyed up to an insane level, its every twinge in my body magnified by the focusing weed.
Looking up, I noticed that a number of the gay gymnasts had circled around the scene, brandishing beautifully-large cocks and jacking them like their lives depended on it. Of course! These nice dudes were reminding me that it was cum which had ultimately led me to drop the hog in my mouth and that I was going to have to introduce Trent to the concept. Standing, I grabbed ahold of Trent's elastic jockstrap and introduced my enormous stoner boner to the ring of his asshole. There was a moment of pressure and then my hard dong slipped inside, almost pulled in by the heaven that was Trent's chute. Damn! Now I understood why gay guys like fucking ass so much! This was amazing! Trent's tunnel was snug and incredible, perfectly wrapping around my thick erection.
I plowed my dong into my co-workers compartment, trying to help shake him off that frontal cock. Trent made grunting noises, particularly emphatic and encouraging every time I pushed all the way in, making me think that he was likely catching on to what needed to happen. I know it had taken me a while.
The gay circle jerkers around us must have realized I was straight and not able to fuck Trent in the right way to help him get loose. Luckily, one of them obliged by coming up behind me and directing his giant dong right into my aching asshole. From here on out, he would help me makes the moves to free my friend. And, as an added bonus, the fire in my tight jock chute was partially doused by getting some great dick. Ah! Another light bulb went off in my head. During that last incident, my body had learned the pleasures of getting banged and had been crying out for more indulgences this whole time. It all made perfect sense. I'd have to figure out a way to satisfy it from now on while keeping myself as straight as possible.
The gymnast plowing my ass smelled amazing, a full funk of pheromones produced during his sweaty workout swirling around the both of us. I let myself be directed by his experienced donging, the two of us able to thrust even more forcefully into Trent's love tunnel. Panting, the gymnast circled my hard nipples with his fingers as he jackhammered away, driving me wild as I felt totally consumed by cock and balls and ass. A stoned thought in my brain told me that this was what sex was supposed to be.
"I'm so close," the guy behind me whispered into my ear.
He promptly shot an enormous wad of jizz into my hole, convulsing and pressing himself deep inside me as he moaned like a madman. His cock slipped out a second later and another of the gymnasts in the circle took over, stuffing another huge schlong in my ass to help show me how it was done. I was feeling great, stimulated from head to toe, and happy to know that I was giving Trent just what he needed while also satisfying the ache in my ass. The second guy came after a few minutes, depositing another helping of jock juice inside me to mingle with the first.
Unfortunately, my own adventures jacking off earlier were making it difficult for me to achieve my nut now. Though I continued banging the daylights out of Trent, slapping my large hairy nutsac against his chiseled cheeks, my dong was not yet ready to fire off. That was too bad since cum was what had made me realize how to drop the giant dick in my mouth. I only hoped that Trent would recognize the salty spooge starting to fill me up and realize what he needed to do.
Meanwhile, gymnast after gymnast had taken their turn in my ass and I could feel it dripping with plenty of jock jizm. As another huge prize entered my chute, I turned my head to find Esteban pressing his bull cock inside me. Wow! That thing was enormous, stretching my hole in a way it hadn't been stretched before and pressing even more amazing buttons within it. Instinctively, my mouth reached for his and we kissed with abandon, our tongues swirling together as he fucked me within an inch of my life. It was probably the gayest thing I'd done here today but some part of me figured that I might as well fall in with some of the local customs as long as I was in this gay fantasy land.
Esteban was a master cock driver, pressing himself in and out of my slick hole with an amazing rhythm. The movements got transferred via my long dong to Trent's superb ass and the three of us moaned with pleasure. I even saw the dude whose giant cock was stuck in Trent's mouth throw his head back and grunt from the spectacular fuck train happening in front of him. With the weed swirling around my head, I was totally lost in the moment, consumed by the tight hole squeezing my hard cock and the super-sized boner banging away at my backside.
But even Esteban came before me, calling out in Spanish as he achieved what seemed like an insane orgasm, his huge dick convulsing as it launched tons of man cream into my ass. With a final kiss, he pulled out and walked away.
By this point, almost the entire team had deposited their jizz inside me and there weren't many candidates left. That's when up stepped the team coach, a grizzled guy in his 40s, gigantic and Russian looking, his face practically hidden in his bear beard, his body absolutely covered in a manly carpet of body hair. He was built like no one else around, his muscles bulging and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Unsurprisingly, he also had the biggest cock around, a massive tool, thick and long, that looked like it could do serious damage to the unprepared. Thankfully, my hole was already quite stretched and slick from all the previous dongs it had received and I felt nothing but absolute pleasure as his gigantic fuck stick worked its way into my puck.
Wow! Now that enormous cock was starting to do the trick. I could feel my balls tightening as the coach plowed into my rear, his donkey dong reaching regions that had never before been touched. I gave myself over to his manly manipulation of my innermost areas, feeling as he slid in and out of my well-used hole. The funk coming off all of us was filling up my brain, making my dick harden even more inside of Trent's amazing ass. Pretty soon, I could feel the orgasm building.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" I called out as my fifth nut of the day shot into Trent's snug man-snatch.
Explosions went off inside my skull as I fired goblet after goblet of splooge, filling Trent's back compartment to such an extent that cum came dripping out around my thick shaft and formed a puddle on the floor. The convulsions in my rear must have set the coach off as well since, with a big bear growl, he shoved in his monster cock to its fullest extent and dropped yet another huge load into my flooded asshole. Even more impressive, the gymnast corking Trent's mouth achieved his own nut right at that moment, bucking his hips up to give my co-worker a taste of what looked like a massive helping of savory splooge. And to top it all off, Trent himself came, a feat I didn't even know was possible given that nobody was working on his cock. These gay dudes certainly had a lot to teach me.
A round of applause erupted from the crowd around us, nearly all of them wiped out from their workout and then the sex workout that had followed. Most of the gymnasts were lying in heaps on the floor, wrapped around their buddies, laying heads on chests, as they continued touching their long soft cocks at the scene before them. A few of them had even sprung huge erections again and I was amazed to see some cum geysers shooting off as things wound down.
As the coach handed us a fat stack of twenties, I was beaming inside. Not only had we done a good job with the delivery, but I had helped out my new buddy Trent. Hopefully, both of us would be more careful in the future and not let ourselves get stuck in such an embarrassing situation again.
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