I heard splashing and sexual taunts, and decided I may as well play host and open a new set of beers. My cock flopped around as I used a damp cloth to wipe all the cum I could find off the floor and furniture. And standing back up, I looked down at the dazed, dripping thing, 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 parent's rustic cabin by the lake had just held six, naked, muscular guys, flaunting their cocks and bodies for each other, including our hairy-chested, dick-loving Coach.
And now they were whooping it up in our hot tub-- still naked and turned-on.
"Get out here, Jensen!" I heard Coach Dan call.
"Yeah! Show us your stud body, man," Mark Wynn yelled.
I couldn't quite clutch six bottles at once and had to put them on a tray. And far from quelling my horniness, the fact that I'd just blown a huge load only seemd to make my cock want more.
"All RIGHT!" Mark cheered. "More beer!"
They were all sitting on the tub's rim--feet kicking in the water--legs spread open, hard cocks spearing out at me, watching mine tock back-and-forth as I carried the tray of beers.
Tommy had his arm flung over the Coach's husky thigh, his hand toying with the muscleman's incredible bag of hairy balls. And the blue-green glow and rising steam made their skyward erections look even more gigantic and mysterious-- like they were rising in the mist.
Instead of walking around the edge, I sauntered down the steps and waded into the tub, giving them a perfect view of my naked cocks and balls.
"Thanks," Chico smiled sexily, taking a bottle from the tray, spreading his manly thighs further to show off his dark, disproportionately-large tool.
"No problem," I smiled back, thrilling over the sight of his brown, hairy pecs and beautifully muscled body. Everything he had turned me on--especially his huge, banana rod!
Mark Wynn's forearm-thick, meaty, pointy-tipped, blond-bushed iron thudded out at me at a rakish angle. He looked proud of what he had--the initiation in the cabin had given him a cockiness about his body. "Have a feel if you want," he said, smiling proudly and parting his fleecy thighs.
Devilishly, I instead took an ice cold beer and used it to rub his thin-skinned ballbag.
"Jesus!" he shuddered, the skin instantly puckering-up.
"You know, you've changed," I confided quietly, handing him his bottle.
"Oh?" he looked momentarily nervous.
"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 fat, skin-cylinder a squeeze. It was enormously thick around, and pulsed hotly in my grip. "Mine's not as big 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 boycock. I wanted to tie a big bow around his brand-new trophy of manhood. Perfectly shaped, the ivory shaft gleamed in the light, the satiny head ripe and rosey. 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 tip. It felt hot against my lips.
"Ooooh," Tommy breathed-out, his hardness throbbing. "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."
"You--you turn me on, Jordie," Tommy blushed hotly. "You turn me on a LOT! Thanks for kissing my DICK!" he said proudly, looking into my eyes.
"You want to kiss mine later on?" I asked boldly, oblivious to everyone else, drinking in his deep blue eyes.
"Yeah!" he whispered back. "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 a low voice when I moved before him.
"Jesus," I murmured, eye level with what had to be the biggest, fattest, tallest, vein-roped cock on earth! The head glowed and preened under my gaze, the big-lipped crown so flanged, it looked carved. This only made the marble-polished head all the more manly--a knob the size of a baby's fist, the hole a stretched 'O' of erotic invitation.
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 hairy peaches.
"You like 'em?--my big balls?" he asked, watching my eyes stare.
The skin was brown and generous, ropey folds of it hanging like drapery from his giant cock, and my awe over them made the Coach push his hips forward til the big bag fell over the edge of the tub. His gigantic balls hung there like weights on a cuckoo clock.
"Jesus, Coach," I repeated, reaching out my palm and coming up under them.
The huge male guavas tumbled into my grip, then dropped on either side, unable to be contained. I then brought my hand up the back of the rich cords, feeling the hairy fold of endless, soft skin--and pulled. "Oh yeah," he sighed. "You know how to do it, Jensen!"
I pulled again, encircling my fingers around the whole, upper hang, stretching the skin down to cluster his 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 totally upright.
I leaned in and rubbed my lips over the satiny, fat head, which stretched and oozed out a shiny pearly of pre-cum. "God DAMN, Jensen!" the Coach husked in appreciation, taking the tray out of the way, wanting me to really get into things.
Saliva flooded my mouth, and my lips had to expand completely as I tested my mouth's ability to handle a cock that size. And when his thick flange pushed past my lips, I pulled back a little to toy with the resistance.
The whole, fist-sized head flattened my tongue, bulged my cheeks and massaged the roof of my mouth as I tried to take him in. And I felt the muscular rigidity of the underside massage my tongue as the colossal head nudged my tonsils.
Water came to my eyes, my lips aching to try and circumference the girth of a cock too huge to be human! Yet still I pushed down, his satiny crown entering my throat.
"Oh, fuck, Jensen!" the Coach hissed. "Go for it!"
I breathed through my nose--his cockhair tickling it as I willed myself to relax--my hands pulling on his huge balls while I snorted and suddenly dove down to feel his entire billyclub navigate its way into my throat and nearly enter my gullet.
Cheers hit the air when my grasping mouth pressed into his cockbush--when my scalp rode against his abs--when the entirety of my straining gulet was filled with Coach Dan's Monster Cock!
"Fuck! He DID it!" I heard Tony say.
The Coach groaned--his battering ram expanding my lips even more--and then I bobbed a bit, trying to massage the thing with my throat, as oceans of saliva aided my effort-- as the pulsing whopper slid in-and-out against my tongue and aching lips.
"Oh Christ--don't stop NOW!" he moaned as I let the head out with a loud, wet 'pop'.
My hand let go of his balls, and his gigantic fuckpole thwacked his furry abs--looking steamy and horny as hell-- and I swallowed, my eyes glazing as I stared at what I'd just taken inside. "Too much," I croaked, "--too fucking much, Coach!"
I could see the periferal blur of fisting hands as the four others pumped their cocks, hoping to watch me once again suck the Coach's horse-sized dong.
"God, but you've got a hot mouth!" the Coach's eyes smouldered down at me. "I almost shot."
"I'd have drowned," I smiled--reaching for a beer of my own off the tray--stepping back to witness the erotic display of five pair of wide-spread thighs--hard cocks spearing-up from pubic-bushed forests.
The Coach stared at the way my own cock pulsed hotly between my legs, the head wet with pre-cum. "Come on guys," he called out, "Give me a show! Strut around awhile..."
And everyone laughed--grabbing their beers, getting up, with me wading out of the tub to join them-- and we sauntered about the decking, hardons twitching in the hot tub's glow, my balls thudding heavily against my blond thighs as my eyes followed the proud display of muscular, naked gymnasts, sporting hard rods and swaying nuts.
"I'm so HORNY!" Chico laughed, tossing his gigantic cock in knifing-thrusts at the sitting Coach. And we gave one another a passing feel as we marched by each other, revelling in our masculinity, loving the pleasure of actually touching another naked dude's juicy piece and flopping balls.
Tony stopped me by clamping his fist around both our soaring dicks, trying to trap them together--unable to manage it--his black eyes drilling into me as I shuddered to feel his hugeness bumping against mine.
And as we came near the Coach, each guy paused to brandish his rod, with Chico actually thumping his leaking cock on the muscleman's head--then slinging his furry balls across his licking face.
When my turn came, the Coach gave me a biceps flex--ordering me to flop my huge nuts all over his mountaneous muscle--and I moaned to feel my soft balls roll across that smooth expanse of power, when suddenly he reached his forearm up between my spread thighs and played with my asshole, while licking my stiff dick.
My legs turned to jello at his touch--rivers of clear syrup pouring down my shaft onto his lapping tongue--and I shuddered from the thrills, having to back away, afraid I'd shoot my hefty load.
"You're so hot, Jensen," the Coach muttered, staring at my swaying rocket. "--so fuckin' HOT...."
The compliment only enflamed my turned-on state, making my balls feel swollen with cum, and it was all I could do to let someone else share the Coach's attentions. Hell, it was all I could do to not just whack-off at the sight of all those parading, thumping cocks teasing my eyes, fanning my lust.
I watched Tommy shyly approach the sitting Coach, his boycock so erect it looked ready to launch into orbit. And I watched the Coach's sensitivity--at how he talked gently up at the proud teen, then only gave Tommy's sweet dick a nice squeeze, leaving the boy fevered and blushing.
"This is so WILD!" Chico crowed, swilling beer, flaunting his giant cock.
Tommy laughed and mimicked him, watching their erotic weapons clash--engaging in ferocious swordplay-- moaning over the sexy sensations rifling up their tight-skinned shafts.
It made me all the more horny, watching their jousting fucksticks, and then I turned to watch Mark Wynn get into gear. He stood before the sitting Coach, showing off his chunky cylinder-of-a-cock--offering it with slack-jawed lust, while tossing his balls around to see what the virile Coach would do.
He simply opened his handsome mouth and slobbered the huge head all up, as Mark's beefy tits flexed in heat, the nipples becoming spears, an animalistic groan escaping his lips. So shaken by the Coach's uninhibited cocksucking, Mark looked ready to blow, and backed away just in time.
Tony then sat down beside the Coach--rubbing shoulders and biceps with him--the pair of studs spreading their thighs to show off their superhard cocks. And Tony looked at everything the Coach had, while licking his lips.
I motioned to Mark to come with me down into the tub.
"Let's watch!" I whispered.
Mark poked his over-sized porker into my asscrack as we waded though the bubbling water, me laughing at how Mark had become so relaxed and carefree.
Tony and the Coach spread their thunder thighs wider as we apprached. "C'mere," Tony said to Mark. "Show me that fat, hard dick of yours...."
Mark moved-in closer--letting Tony's knees connect with his chest--leaving me standing below the Coach, my eyes in line with his knockout, hairy pecs.
"Come back for more, Jensen?" he asked, swigging his beer.
"You know it, Coach," I said, fixing my eyes on his, trying not to flinch.
"You're the only one not afraid of my big dong," he gazed at me, holding my stare.
"You got that right," I said back, determined to be his equal.
It was stupid to even try. The Coach wasn't just a big man! I mean, hell...Tony was big--Mark Wynn was big. Coach Dan was MASSIVE--with a cock and balls to match-- and throw in the fact that his mountaneous chest was covered in black fur--that his stallion thighs were equally hairy--that his arms, even relaxed, could easily crush my skull, and that he towered a full six-foot-two, with enormous shoulders...well, no one I'd ever laid eyes on could claim to have been his equal, let alone me.
Yet still I held his gaze.
"You sexy son-of-a-bitch," he growled, "Look how hard you make me!"
The pulsing thing shot up from his black-haired nest like a totem--flexing and teasing me--the head a glossy, mauve-toned heart--big-lipped and snorting out pre-cum. The stuff rivered down the shaft to dribble over the hairy folds of his endless balls.
"I can't believe I managed to swallow that Monster," I said, smiling weakly, staring at its girth.
He said nothing. He was gazing down at my own formidable fuckpole--his dark eyes glittering--and seeing his evident lust, I moved inbetween his knees, tilting my hips to rub my shiny cockhead into the soft pillow of his hairy bag of balls.
"Goddamn, Jensen," He hissed at me. "You make me nuts, you sexy basard!"
I squeezed my inner thighs to produce a spurt of cockcandy, then smeared it over his lovesacs, my golden cockbush standing on end in kinky, electrified response. Thrills raced up my shaft, making the whole, rigid thing buck and bounce hotly against his enormous rod.
The Coach groaned, emboldening me--making me reach my hand up to then pinch one of his thick, rubbery nipples--the feeling hot and sexy, like a baby hardon, his chesthair tickling my knuckles.
Lost in lust, my knees caved-in, putting me solidly between his thighs--our cocks thumping together--my face mashed against his fur-coated pecs. And when his hands clamped around my head, I was in heaven--my hot mouth sucking his muscular tits-- my nose snuffling his meaty, hairy flesh, smelling pure Man, and groaning in joy as his thighs clamped around my waist.
He loosened his grip, and I turned my face to lick slavishly at his enormous bicep, trying in vain to bite the granite-smooth muscle. "Oh, fuck, Jensen," he moaned, "--you're gonna make me blow!"
We eased-off and panted, our eyes once again locking.
Mark and Tony were staring at us, wondering what we'd get into next. But feeling overwhelmed by it all, I simply vaulted out of the tub to sit next to the muscular giant--our thighs rubbing, adding heat to our throbbing cocks--the Coach brushing his loaf-sized bicep against my upper arm and shoulder.
Just then Chico and Tommy came down into the tub, stiff rods twitching, holding hands.
"Awww, sweet!" Mark said, "They're gonna show off for us!"
Tommy's face turned red at Mark's words. "I-I don't know what I'm doing--we just feel left out of everything..."
"Yeah," Chico said. "And we were getting cold."
"You don't look very cold to me," Tony smirked.
"You like Chico's big cock, Tommy?" Coach Dan asked him.
"Sure," Tommy said, smiling shyly. "It's HUGE!"
"You don't mind if Tommy touches it, do you, Chico?"
Chico grinned, his teeth sparkling white. "You can do whatever you want with my dick, Tommy!"
"Really?" Tommy whispered.
Chico took Tommy's hand and put it under his dark-skinned, hair-sprinkled balls. "Go ahead--play with me," he said.
Tommy blushed hotly, his hand experimentally fingering Chico's thick, heavy lovesacs.
Tony, Mark, the Coach and I watched his virginal groping with eager eyes, the boy looking thrilled, his young body trembling as he and Chico stood thigh-deep in the swirling water. They swivelled their hips to thwack cocks, laughing with pleasure, then reached down to squeeze the pair together.
"Aren't you guys cold?" Chico asked up at us.
"Yeah," Tommy said, "Why don't we all have some fun?"
That's all it took. Soon the six of us were standing hip-to-hip, hard cocks thrusting in the middle.
"I've GOT to cum!" Chico stared at the collection of lusty, drooling dicks. "I've just GOT to!"
"Please," Tommy said to him, "--let me try something first, okay?"
Chico didn't have a chance to answer because suddenly Tommy was kneeling in the hot, steamy water, licking at Chico's balls.
"Fuck--look at THAT," Mark groaned.
Tommy moved-in to Mark's crotch and his sweet, pink tongue licked-up Mark's beer-can-sized cock, making Mark shudder, thumping his huge dick all over Tommy's licking face.
Unable to help ourselves, we all pressed our throbbing cocks over Tommy's crouching, brown-curly head as he swivelled in the water, licking madly at every prickly-shafted rod he could reach. His virgin eagerness made him slobber at balls and cocks alike, all of us moaning at his innocent rauchiness.
Not knowing what to do with our hands, we suddenly reached behind and grabbed each other's buttcheeks while Tommy luxuriated in licking five torched-out cocks.
"Ohmygod," Mark Wynn moaned, "--he's gonna make me....."
"...me, too!" Chico cried out.
"Oh FUCK!" the Coach thundered, as Tommy snuffled into his hairy balls.
"Shoot it on me!" Tommy begged from below.
And my hand was grabbing the Coach's gigantic cock and fisting like crazy--the monstrous thing bucking in my grip--and I gasped to feel someone handling my own throbbing cock. And we all stared in lusty wonder as hands fisted in slick-slapping abandon, Tommy's uplifted face mezmerized by the sight.
Balls flew in a blur. Cockhair stood on end. Cockheads expanded in warning--and then knees buckled.
Fountains of ropey jizz sailed into the air, landing everywhere--huge splats hitting tits and heaving abs--while Tommy's astonished face became ribboned with cream, his pink tongue lolling around.
Suddenly he, too, stood up, offering his redhot poker to Chico, who shuddered in orgasm and then grabbed the teen's lancing cock and masturbated like crazy.
Tommy whimpered, his blue eyes wide, his flushed face looking helplessly excited. And I stared at Chico's flying fist and Tommy's glowing cockhead, watching his pink nipples standing out rigidly, his whole body flexing, his fists clamped at his sides.
The Coach grabbed Tommy's wrist and drove the teen's hand into his hairy, steamy crotch, and Tommy grabbed the Coach's cum-slickened cock. That alone sent him over the brink, and Chico's relentless pumping frictioned him to an ecstatic release--bringing howls as Tommy squeezed the Coach's thick meat--his hips locking in a rakish tilt as the first jets of teen jizz plowed out his gasping cock.
Tommy convulsively shuddered--Chico syphoning-up many more ropes of cum--his sperm spattering the Coach's hairy tits, as we stared in awe of Tommy's endless, shuddering climax--watching it go on and on and on.
"Oh! Oh, God!" he whimpered, seizing-up to watch his cock hurl out yet another volley.
I eventually went in to bring out towels--and when everyone had soaked awhile, we all dried-off and made our way back into the living room, sitting around with a fresh round of beers.
"Holy crow, Tommy," Chico said, raising his bottle. "Here's to you, man--that was amazing!"
Tommy looked down between his legs at his softened dick. "You guys really turn me on," he said shyly. "Just sitting here like this is getting me horny all over again!"
Beside him the Coach smiled, spread his hairy thighs and rubbed his unshaven jaw. And Chico looked down at Coach Dan's thick hoser, hanging over his giant, hairy balls. "You've got the biggest cockhead I've ever seen, Coach, Jesus..."
"Don't you love how every guy's dong is different?" Tony said, eyeing our fat, soft dicks.
"You've got a super one," Mark said to him. "Everyone loves your cock, man!"
I looked at the Coach, who was staring between my legs. "Oh, man," I said. "--look at all these hot bodies! It's like our very own, private, male nudist colony!"
"I know," Tommy breathed. "I can't believe I can look at you naked studs all I want!"
None of us were throwing rods after having so recently blown our loads. But I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd get another one going. Already I could feel my balls making more jizz.
The Coach slung back his beer, then laid his enormous arms out along the top of the sofa, exposing his beautiful, expansive, hairy chest. Tommy sat on his left, and Chico on his right. Mark and Tony sat in the armchairs at either end. I sat naked on a kitchen chair facing the sofa, with a good view of everyone's nude bodies.
"At my first university job, I was the football coach's assistant," the Coach said after a while. We drank our beers, our eyes drifting over his hairy torso and crotch.
"I'll bet that was hot," I offered, hoping he'd say more.
He swigged his bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, it was," he smiled a little. "--'course, you guys know there's that 'invisible line' no one can cross?" he added, looking around.
Everyone laughed a little and nodded, and my eyes instincitively stopped staring at the Coach's big cock and balls, knowing that boundary all too well.
Mark Wynn smiled and coughed. "I've smacked a lot of ass, but that's as far as it goes..."
"...smacking ass is what got you invited tonight, Wynn," Tony said cryptically, making all of us laugh.
"Well, football jocks SPECIALIZE in ass-patting," the Coach said, his deep voice filling the room. "In fact, those guys were about the most physical studs I've ever seen..."
"I guess football being a contact sport lets them fool around alot," I said, leading him on.
The Coach swigged his beer dry. "No shit," he said. You got THAT right!"
"Wow," Tommy said, finishing-up his own bottle.
I got up to go get another round. It felt good to be cock-and-balls-swinging naked, listening to the Coach launch into a raunchy football story.
"They thought nothing about scrubbing each other's backs in the showers," he went on. "I mean, when you're six-four and three hundred pounds, you need a little help back there sometimes, huh?" He smiled to himself at the memory.
"Oh, Jeez," Mark Wynn said, killing his beer. "I can see those sweet jock butts now, man!"
The Coach nodded at Mark. "--like cannon balls, baby," he winked. "--with cracks so deep your whole hand would get swallowed inside..."
"Awww, Jesus," Tony said, shifting his muscular body on the sofa.
I consciously let my thick cock flop sexily around and slap my balls as I came in to hand out fresh beers. And for a minute, no one said a word as they watched my tossing dong and blond-puffy crotch.
"Rumor has it," I said, handing the Coach his bottle, "-- that receivers have a 'thing' about quarterbacks. Is that true?"
Coach Dan laughed knowingly, his eyes following my thick, swinging dick. "You're more in the loop than I expected, Jensen," he toasted me. "--not only THAT, but tightends and fullbacks have a thing about receivers AND quarterbacks..."
"Gee," Chico said, taking his beer. "--so who do quarterbacks go for?"
"Assistant Coaches!" Coach Dan laughed, giving us all a sly, foxy look and wink.
A lusty moan escaped our lips, our eyes running over every muscular inch of the Coach's nude physique. I was just about to sit down when he said that, and his sexy announcement went straight to my balls, and I stood there feeling hot blood pulse into my cock, making the dangling thing suddenly tingle and jerk upwards.
"You must dig quarterbacks, too, Jensen," the Coach nodded at my lolling, filling fleshtube.
"--OR Assistant Coaches!" Tony laughed, making me sit down quickly.
"After we'd won this really important game," the Coach went on, "--they were REALLY horsing around in the showers," he recalled. "I mean, NOBODY'S ass was safe, man! And then one of the receivers started tying to grab the quarterback's dick..."
"Was--was it BIG?" Tommy asked eagerly.
Everyone laughed, yet we all wanted to know the answer!
"All those guys had big fat dongs," the Coach swigged his beer.
"As big as yours?" Chico looked between the Coach's husky thighs.
The Coach reached his hand down and hefted the huge cock over his thigh. And that alone did it for me--suddenly sitting there with a ripening hardon jutting upward from my blond-bushed vee. I tried momentarily to hide it, then gave up, knowing it didn't matter.
"Easily as big as this," the Coach fondled his tubular sausage a while, then dropped it with a thick slap against his equally fleshy balls. "Anyway," he said, smiling at how all of us were now sporting uptilting, hardening rods, "--the Coach had gone off and left me in charge of closing-up--and they all knew it." He swigged his beer. "--and they'd already passed around a few bottles of champagne, so everyone was getting loopy...."
"Oh man!" Mark Wynn said, "I can see all of them playing around and shit, feeling horny in the shower!"
"Well, hell," the Coach went on, "--it wasn't long before the quarterback--his name was Steve..."
"....what did he look like?" Chico interrupted, his dark, banana-cock standing up, three-quarters hard.
"Steve? Oh hell, man. Steve was this sort-of chocolate-colored black dude--a little darker than you, man," the Coach said to Chico. "The most perfectly muscled guy you ever saw--not a hair on his body, except real thick down here..." the Coach dug his fingers into his own knuckle-deep, black bush.
"Uhhhhh," Tommy moaned, his boycock bounding upward like a flagpole. "Chico's body really turns me on," he whispered. "Steve sounds pretty hot, Coach."
"Yeah, well, with the receiver going after Steve, it wasn't long before Steve's fat, chocolate dong got all hard," the Coach recalled. "--and then everyone else's hit the air."
"Awww fuck," Tony said, opening his thighs up to let his own hardon stand tall.
"So they all went nuts, laughing and trying to grab each other's hard rods under the hot, spraying showers," the Coach swigged his beer, "--and THAT'S when Steve spotted me at the doorway, watching all the action."
"Oh yeah!" Mark Wynn muttered, "--here we go!" His solid, beefsteaked cock shot straight up above his studly balls.
"--so Steve runs into the locker room--his stiff dork smacking around--and drags me, clothes and all, into the showers!"
"Awww, fuck!" Tony repeated, staring at the Coach's beefy, hairy tits. "This is so fuckin' hot!"
"And the whole bunch of them stripped me bareassed, with their wet, naked hardons slapping me..."
"Christ!" Mark said, "--what happened then? Were you throwing a rod, too?
The Coach shrugged at him. "What do YOU think, man? I was already hard, just from watching Steve at the doorway..."
Suddenly the Coach got up from the sofa, backing-up into the room to give us all a good view of his body. His firehose-of-a-cock looped in the air, half-full, the giant head tilting up, his heavy-slung balls slapping his hairy thighs. "Steve hit the shower room floor--and the next thing I knew, my big old cock was half-way down his throat, man," the Coach said. "I'm getting a hardon just thinking about it!"
I couldn't help moaning as I watched the Coach's tubular hang pulse thickly, swaying outwards into the room. The massive meat tocked its way vertical like a flexing muscle.
"Everyone came around us--fisting their hot cocks--watching Steve-the-quarterback give the Assistant Coach a blowjob," the Coach husked. He looked down at his throbbing, vein-roped erection. "Aw, shit, dudes," he said. "Look at me--I'm getting so horny!"
"So are WE," Tommy said excitedly, staring at all of us staring at the Coach's enormously turned-on cock and heavy, hairy nuts. "What happened NEXT?"
The Coach's nipples poked out from his furry pecs like corks. His huge, muscular physique rippled with sexual current, vibrating with excitement. "The water was spraying all over us--so much steam in there, I couldn't really see--and then this huge fullback named Joe started soaping up my ass...."
By now we were all sitting there, helplessly masturbating, too horny to speak.
The Coach reached around and grabbed each of his asscheeks, then swivelled, with us suddenly staring bug-eyed at his spread, furry, round globes. "Yeah--see?" the Coach said, fingering his mysterious, deeply-cleft ass. "Joe lathered me all up in here, and SHOVED his thumb inside!"
"Auugghh," Mark moaned, as we watched the Coach roughly push his own thumb into his resisting slit and keep it there, his giant balls slapping his hand.
"Jesus," Tony stared, eyes dark and full.
"Awww, HELL," the Coach moaned out. "C'mon Chico--come on and be Steve for me, man!"
Chico was on his feet in seconds, his Latino banana parting the air before him.
"Play with my big ass," the Coach begged him. "Make it wet!"
Chico knelt down, lapping into the Coach's husky butt, and, as if in invitation, Chico tilted his own beautiful, round cheeks up at us!
"Go for it, Tommy," I told the pug-nosed teen.
Tommy came away from the sofa hypnotically, arrow-straight cock bobbing--his eyes fixed on Chico's upraised, compact ass--at how the little Latino's huge balls hung suspended below.
Mark Wynn watched the sloppy action of Chico's mouth inside the Coach's deep crack. And I no sooner paused to take a swig of beer than Mark was walking in front of the bent-over Coach, offering-up his drooling, jutting slab of thick meat.
The Coach's mouth simply yawned-open to take the whole, lip-splitting piece inside. "God DAMN," Mark howled, his knees buckling at the riot of cocksucking-sensations the Coach's expert mouth was causing. The brush-cutted jock's nipples hardened into stiff rivets, making me put my beer down to come over and play with them.
"Oh, Jeezus," Mark moaned at me, his eyes wild. "What're you...?"
I just smiled and bent down to tongue his pointy bullets, when suddenly I felt a pair of hands clasp my narrow hips.
Tony's jaw sandpapered my ass crack, his hot tongue plunging inside, making me moan all over Mark's hot nipple, then gum it hard with my lips. And hell, but the whole, lamplit cabin was quickly filled with the sounds of slobbering mouths and moaning, naked, gymnast-stud sex.
"Jesus," the Coach's muffled voice called out over Mark's huge cock as he wagged his muscular ass into Chico's face.
The next thing I knew, Tony was kissing and licking his way up my arched back until I felt him tonguing my earlobe. So abandoning Mark's chest, I turned around to take Tony's muscular tongue inside my mouth--our stiff cocks thumping and nuzzling til both of us couldn't take it anymore.
Panting, we stared at all the sloppy action around us. "Too fuckin' much," Tony watched the cocksucking Coach.
"Go sit on the sofa and wait for me," I said quickly. "I've got an idea...."
Hurrying into the bathroom, I came out and calculatingly shoved a bottle of baby oil into the Coach's grasping hand. I winked at Tony and tocked my throbbing cock around at the big Italian as I came to join him on the sofa. Pausing before I sat down, I let Tony reach up and handle my bouncing balls and play with my turned-on cock as much as he wanted.
"Oh yeah!" we both heard the Coach huskily yell out.
I quickly sat next to Tony, which gave us both a perfect view of Tommy servicing Chico's ass--and Chico licking-up the Coach's deep, furry crack. He was bent at the waist, slobbering Mark's hot cock, and Mark's head was thrown back, his hands planted on the Coach's enormous shoulders.
Still throating Mark's thick cylinder, the Coach managed to pass the baby oil to Chico, who paused to look at it. "Grease yourself up!" the Coach ordered.
Tony grabbed my hot cock in excitement to watch Chico stand up and dribble oil all over his dark, horny, helmet-headed dick.
Tommy stood up also, Chico handing him the bottle. "You do it, too," Chico said eagerly to the sex-flushed teen.
"Now oil up my hole," the Coach ordered. "Get it all wet."
"Holy JEEZ," Tony said, fisting my cock like it was his own, and I reached over to take a fleshy hold of Tony's own giant erection, my eyes watching Tommy grease-up Chico's perfect butt.
"Look at Chico's COCK," Tony whispered.
I was. It was gleaming--so slickened with baby oil, the dark-meated banana looked monstrous, thrusting out from his small hips.
"Oh yeah--oh yeah," the Coach called out. "FUCK me, Chico!"
"Look at THAT, man!" Tony said, as Chico aimed his blunt cockhead, and, with quivering thighs, tried to spear inside the Coach's smallish slit.
"Look at TOMMY," I fisted Tony's beautiful rocket. "--look at...."
Suddenly Chico was buried balls-deep inside the Coach's hot, furry ass--and Tommy was slapping his own hard boycock across Chico's butt!
"Holy smokes! He's FUCKING him, Jordie," Tony looked at Chico's humping hips.
"Oh GOD you're HUGE!" the Coach yelled.
Mark Wynn stood before the Coach, his eyes popping, staring at Chico's thrusting hips, at the swells of the Coach's ass being scrubbed by Chico's crisp cockbush.
Tommy looked seized by indecision, even as his eyes hotly watched Chico's ass begging for it. And suddenly Mark just came over to the teen, roughly taking Tommy's oiled-up cock, bending it down and spearing it into Chico's crack.
The Coach, Chico, and Tommy, froze--suspended and stunned-- and then a collective groan hit the air. "Jesus Christ!" Tony said. "I don't believe this!"
Chico groaned and bent over the Coach's broad back, while Tommy bent over Chico's--all of them now hunching and moaning. And each time Chico's hips pulled back, Tommy's cock plowed the little man's ass.
Tommy's thighs trembled, his cum-filled balls slogging between as they smacked Chico's nuts and then swung back at our staring eyes. Tony and I gasped as we saw Mark Wynn feverishly start greasing-up Tommy's pink cheeks.
"Oh no, you don't," Tony got up quickly to intervene. "You're not gonna shove that salami of yours in there! He's just a kid, Wynn...."
Mark looked dazed, watching Tony grab the baby oil and then uncerimoniously turn him around and slap his round ass. "Wait a minute!" Mark whined.
Tony laughed, then slathered Mark's asscrack with his oiled-up fingers, and in seconds Tony shoved his middle finger right up into Mark's pink ring, skewering him, while using his other arm to bend the big jock over.
Tony's bludgeon-of-a-cock bounced thickly against Mark's ass until--bending the freshly-oiled thing down--Tony swiftly drove his whole, enormous erection deep into Mark's butt.
"Unggghhhh!" Mark yelled, the sound making me wince in sympathy. "AAAAAHHHHH! God DAMN!"
"Take it, Wynn," Tony husked, bending his knees while tilting his hips upward. Then he craned his handsome Italian head around at me.
"Don't just sit there, Jordie," he called. "You do ME, man!"
I hesitated, thinking Tony had to be joking.
Mark was howling like a stuck boar, while the Coach and Chico were moaning as if they were being tortured. But only when I actually got close--my stiff cock throbbing at the sight--did I hear Mark's real tune. "Oh God--MORE, man! It's--it's so BIG!"
He was bent at the waist, his head tossing, as Tony battered his ass with all of his strength.
So, too, did I hear Chico grunting with carnal delight each time Tommy's boycock dove inside his butt. The Coach was demanding rougher treatment--all of it making me so hot, I couldn't oil-up my aching rod fast enough.
All I had to do was bend my stiffness and inch my way closer-- Tony's swinging ass did the rest--and suddenly I felt his anal lips suck me right inside, the feeling wildly hot. Tony's muscular, deep-tanned butt fucked my greased-up cock--milking it, skinning it--a tight, nerve-tingling, vacuuming tunnel.
My hands found Tony's narrow waist--guiding his pistoning hips over my gigantic dick--and I felt my ballbag slap his own, while watching Tommy plowing Chico, who plowed the Coach. And soon my own moans joined the chorus of shouts and grunts.
It was becoming all too hot--too sexy. And I felt my balls swell in warning--felt my thighs tremble eratically--my cock stripped of all its sensors, the bloated thing numbed by all the horny friction. And my hands flew around Tony's body, my fingers searching for his nipples.
They were engorged with lust, his pecs jostling against my palms. I licked his deep-tanned, muscular back, my hips hunching into his every thrust, a wave of excitement taking over my pounding heart.
"Oh!" I uttered, my knees caving-in to his thighs.
A warm, wet fountain of cum suddenly flooded Tony's guts, as my cock swelled inside that clasping tunnel--only to pump out thick gushes of jizz--my head tossing around, my whole body flexing and shaking.
Suddenly Tony seized--his ass clamping over my numbed-out, cum-clogged cock--his hips quaking against my knees, as he, too, unloaded into Mark.
"UUUNNNggghhhhhhh!" Mark moaned with Tony, and then Tommy also groaned.
Unable to see anything but colored dots, I knew we'd all gone into outerspace together. And Chico was uttering Spanish oaths, and the Coach was grunting at the size of Chico's fountaining cock, and the whole room was spinning into a wild, sex-filled romp of horny, cum-blasting, ballsy, gymnast-stud orgasm.
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