"Godamned rain," Tony said, already popping open a Coors. His six-foot-one-inch body dominated the front room window as he gazed out at the lake. "We could still go, you know--- fish bite like crazy in this weather."
"I'm not going with lightning like that," DJ said from the kitchen. His blond head nodded out at the blowing trees. "Besides, the boat'll tip over."
"Shit," Juan said. His dark Latino body glistened as he towelled his round ass. "You nearly tipped it over yesterday...you keep horsing around," he said, nailing DJ with a smiling scowl.
Tony watched Juan wrap the towel around his tight waist. "What's to do on a day like this? Hell. We finally get to come here on our own, and....!"
"We could play cards," DJ grinned. "Strip poker!"
"Shit...listen to the big talker," Juan messed up DJ's super-curly hair. "Feeling a little horny this morning?"
"Sure," DJ knocked Jim's hand away. "Always. I'd go around bareassed if you guys'd do it, too, man."
Tony swigged some brew and came over to the breakfast table. His green eyes watched Juan and DJ intently, and his sheer height and size made the other two give him their attention.
"So?", his voice was deep and ballsy. "---join a nudist colony---that's what they're for."
"Would you get me a beer?" DJ said to Juan. He looked up at Tony. "Maybe I should---but they're just stupid. Big huge fences---a bunch of losers playing badminton. You know Mike Bates? He peeked over the fence at that one near Saratoga ."
Juan's muscular lats flexed as he reached into the fridge. "Most guys our age are pretty damn modest. You yack about strip poker, but you're the worst, Deej---always locking the bathroom, for shit's sake."
"All farm boys are. It's because of our parents." DJ looked fresh as all outdoors, his smile growing conspiritorial. "But you know---there're some dudes who AREN'T modest--- a lot of guys, actually." He took the beer Juan handed him. "I've even got proof!"
"No shit," Tony swung his legs to straddle a chair. "DJ's got proof," he said to Juan, watching the handsome Latino go into the bedroom.
"Yeah. Proof. I got proof." DJ got up, his developed shoulders stretching his tee-shirted chest. "It's OLD proof.....but then, you know, proof's PROOF." His shirt came only mid-waist, showing a sugaring of darkblond hair leading from his perky navel down his tanned, concave belly.
Tony took in DJ's body, his eyes so dark, DJ didn't see him looking. Tony spoke right to his displayed, tanned abs. "This we gotta see." He nodded to Juan, emerging half-dressed from the bedroom. "Deej is gonna show us some old dudes that aren't modest."
"Oh really?", Juan rolled his eyes. "This'll be interesting. Where are they, DJ?--- waiting in the boathouse?"
"Shutup," DJ brushed Juan's shoulder to go outside to the garage. "They're not 'old dudes'....they're just.... oh hell. You two never believe anything I say. I gotta PROVE everything. So now I'll go get your precious proof."
Tony and Juan exchanged knowing smiles as they emptied their beers and crushed the cans. Juan went over to take out two more. The wind howled around the summer house, the picture window awash with pelting rain. The three guys were buddies, growing up together in their small town school and involved in things like 4H. Their lives had been spent earning merit badges in Scouts and attending their respective church's youth groups.
Getting to use DJ's uncle's place was a first for them. They'd just graduated, and understanding senior had even left them a couple of cases of beer.
A bolt of lightning split open the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. No sooner did Juan pop the caps of two fresh ones, than DJ came back in with a filthy, waterstained, large, brown envelope. He tried wiping the dust and cobwebs off it, which only seemed to make it worse.
"What the hell is that supposed to prove, dude?" Juan backed his chair away from the little cloud of dirt and dried leaves.
DJ said nothing back. He opened the flap and pulled out two ancient-looking, pocket-sized magazines.
"Jeez, DJ," Juan eyed them, smelling the mildew. "What the hell are those?"
"Proof, bubba---proof!", Todd grinned, slapping them down on the table.
The weathered, black-and-white glossy cover of the first mag showed a photo of a smiling teen wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and a little bulging loincloth. The title, "Physique Pictorial" was crudely printed above his nearly naked photo. The date 1958 was in the upper righthand corner. He was standing on a mountain, his tanned muscles rippling, flexing his biceps with a big proud, happy smile on his face.
"Holy shit," Juan picked it up, staring at the cover. His dark brown eyes widened.
Tony nonchallantly reached over to grab the second one. It said, "Athletic Model Guild" on it, with a black-and-white pencil drawing of a biker with tight leather shorts, his over-sized hairy chest unbelievably nippled. Next to him was a guy looking much like DJ--- big-nippled pecs, smooth-as-silk muscles---his arm slung casually over the biker's neck, wearing nothing but a super-packed swimsuit.
Tony's eyes narrowed. "These were out in the garage?" His voice was quiet as he pulled apart the water-damaged pages.
DJ laughed. "They're my Uncle Jim's!" His voice got all excited. "Remember that World War II paper we had to do for Plover's class?---back in May?" The other two nodded absently, absorbed in the photos. "We were all here for Memorial Day and Uncle Jim told me he had a bunch of old Life magazines out in the garage." He pointed at the mags. "And when I opened THIS up to see what it was? SHIT! I couldn't friggin' believe it!"
"Godamn," Juan whistled, pulling at his crotch. "Who would EVER.....I mean, shit!" He looked over at Tony, who was totally absorbed in a photo of a muscleboy laughing at the camera, his little pouch bulging as he sat with his legs spread wide open. Tony flashed Juan the picture.
"Shit," Juan thumbed through the glossies. "They put out stuff like this way back in the fifties?" He shook his head. "Hell, it's worse than hardcore porno shit. I mean, these dudes are still in highschool....you know?---YOUNGER than that, even! Hell, this kid looks like he's friggin' thirteen!" He rearranged the front of his jeans. "I can't believe it....hell, it's makin' me...."
"Told 'ya's," DJ grinned over Juan's brown shoulder. "Just look at this!" He grabbed it away and showed them both a photo of a really developed kid, his string thong barely able to hold in his fullblown erection. The sides of the cloth were gaping open, the poser's pubic hair curling out. The kid had a great big smile on his face, like he was HOPING his picture would end up being looked at by the entire world. "One of these dudes could be Uncle Jim!", DJ crowed.
Tony's eyes flashed for a second. "Gimme that," he grabbed it out of DJ's hands.
DJ watched the big guy examine the kid's hardon, then turn to each photo, not saying a word. He whistled. "I don't know why this gets me goin', but it does." He thumped the picture of a kid with a fishnet thong. "They look so innocent or somethin'---like you two---like they're right off the farm." He showed Juan another photo. "They've all got these wierd haircuts, and smilin' like it's gonna be in the fuckin' yearbook or somethin'. Shit. Can you imagine a kid back then lettin' himself be photographed like that?"
Juan took the mag Tony had been looking at, staring at the "Tom of Finland" drawing on the cover.
"Looks almost like you, Tone," he said, pointing at the biker. "Looks like you doing welding in your dad's shop---hairy chest....big friggin' arms."
"Shit," Tony glanced up. "I wouldn't be caught dead in shorts like those."
"Oh yeah?", DJ's eyes twinkled. "Then, what about.......?", he fumbled back inside the brown envelope. "......what about......in THESE!"
Juan and Tony watched as he pulled out a handful of cloth. Only when he lifted one up did they see it was a little bikini held together by string.
"What the fuck.....?" Tony seemed to lose his usual cool. He reached down and grabbed a blue one. The triangular bit of material looked absurdly small in his outstretched fingers. "Where'd these come from? Inside with the mags?"
DJ laughed, nodding his head. "He must have sent away for 'em! I mean, there's nothing to them!---like there's no seat or nothin'....it's like a jockstrap with no straps." He laughed and threw the a yellow one up in the air. "They're old as hell and faded and all, but they're not really dirty. We could wash 'em......"
"Oh yeah?", Tony looked at DJ, his green eyes intense. "What the hell are you sayin' man?---that just because your uncle's an old fruit, we're supposed to put these on?"
"I dunno," he shrugged, looking to Juan for some kind of support. "We COULD....I mean, hell, why not?---no one here but us chickens!" He grinned, his face growing pinker by the second.
"No friggin' way," Juan said. "I'm as hard as a fencepost. All this shit is making me horny."
DJ sat down beside him, looking across at Tony, then back at Juan. "So? Calm down a little. Have another beer." He nodded at the window. "We've got all day. It'll be so cool!"
"You don't know squat about posing," Tony said to DJ. He tapped the photo of a guy with his arms raised, his biceps and thighs totally flexed. "A guy like this is a professional."
DJ stood up and began tugging at his jean button. "Oh yeah?" He pointed to the open mag. "Most of those poses are just natural, man." He picked up a red-and-white striped pouch. "The real question is whether you guys can even fill one of these up. Most of these kids look like they're trying to hide a peanut." He stared at Juan and then Tony. "Yeah...the REAL question is whether you should even be wearing something this small, dude."
Tony half-smiled as he rose up, towering over DJ. "You could only HOPE of having HALF of what I've got packin', man." He grabbed the blue pouch off the table. "You don't know what the 'f' you're talkin' about, DUDE. Shit. You lookin' for some proof, here?......Hell....I'll give you proof...."
The other two grabbed their pick of the pile. DJ headed for the bathroom, while Jim went back to the bedroom. Tony didn't seem to care, standing in front of the picture window, muttering to himself as he stripped off his shirt.
"Oh, shit, I'm still hard," Juan laughed from the bedroom. "Go down, goddammit!"
DJ laughed from the bathroom door. "Even hard, you're not gonna make a dent in that thing," he called out. "My balls alone are filling up mine."
His challenging taunts were barely heard by Tony, who was puzzled by the mechanics of trying to climb into something so flimsy. Certain tasks confused the big teen. Not overly bright in school, he had to settle for majoring in shop. And now he couldn't untangle the strings. Once he did, he couldn't believe the wild feelings that single line of string riding up his deeply-split, muscular butt generated. He looked back at his round, lightly-furred ass. He was sensitive about his hairy body and height. He longed to be smooth-bodied and tightly muscled like Juan and DJ. In his own mind, his physique was overly masculine---too built, too bulky, compared with his two, athletically-gifted, more naturally muscled buddies.
"Holy shit," Juan whistled when he saw Tony turn from the front room window.
"W-what?" Tony looked down at himself, wondering if his pouch was even holding all he had inside. The blue covering thudded out from his enormous thighs. Black hair gushed from its gaping top. The strings from his narrow hips seemed about to snap.
"You're friggin' HUGE down there, man." DJ said from the bathroom door.
"Told ya's," Tony grumbled, eyeing their erotic physiques. "But so're you two," he offered, staring at Juan's canary yellow sock. His eyes drifted to DJ's red-and-white striped sack of sex. He swallowed then, clearly able to make out the shape and size of DJ's fat cockhead.
Appreciating the attention, DJ sauntered into the room, wagging his thrusting, candy-striped package, enjoying Tony's unabashed staring.
"Lemme see your ass," Tony remarked darkly from the window.
DJ laughed, his gymnast, chest-blessed body swivelling around to flash Tony and Juan his round, hard ass. Dark blond hair, the texture of goose down, rode up his exposed slice. He bent over to even show off his winking, pink asshole.
"Awww, fuck," Tony said, feeling blood pump into his cloth-trapped dick.
Juan's eyes looked glazed-over as he watched DJ's show. His gaze then fixed on Tony's pouch---watching it grow ever more angular and stretched. It bulged with balls, the shaft of something very large pressing heavily against the tiny cloth. His own dick hurt as it thrust forward against its yellow fabric confinement. His beautifully pumped, mahogany chest swelled, the nipples becoming hard rivets. His mouth welled-up with saliva. He bent his knees, trying in vain to readjust his basket.
"I dig your hairy chest," Juan heard himself say, staring at the big Italian.
Tony smiled, happy to hear his body was a turn-on after all. He flexed his bicep, and then his meaty pecs. "Wanna feel?", he asked Juan, moving in closer.
As though hypnotized, the trio found themselves in a triangle of thonged nakedness, their pouches filling in heat, looming brightly---inches apart.
Tony's unexpected offer made DJ and Juan both reach out to feel a set of pecs they each only dreamed someday of being allowed to touch. Once invited, there was no stopping them. Tony's head fell back as he felt their exploring fingers squeeze and handle his muscular slabs.
"Oh fuck," Tony growled. "Pinch the fuckers. KISS those big hairy tits!"
He moaned then---looking at the ceiling---realising that tongues and lips were now slobbering his achy, huge nipples. In masculine lust, Tony felt his hands grab mounds of slick, hot ass as he pulled DJ and Juan further onto his swollen pecs.
Cloth-challenged cocks rubbed and thrust as groans filled the room.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Tony complained, making DJ afraid he'd gone too far. Instead, Juan and DJ watched as Tony backed-up and hooked his thumbs into the top of his straining, blue strap.
Cock---hugely erected dick, with a head like a big mushroom, thundered free. The flimsy blue cloth fluttered onto Tony's thick thighs. The ten-inch spear of veiny muscle thwacked Tony's belly--his man-sized nuts heaving back-and-forth as he wrestled the tiny poser off his gymbuilt legs.
Permission granted, the other two stared at Tony's hairy, naked crotch ---at his swinging bullballs and flexing cock, as they, too, rid themselves of their little items.
Tony stood there in erect splendor, watching his buddies' hot dicks swing out and stiffly bob against their flat bellies. He gazed at their tumbling balls, at the seductive swoop of their rockhard treasures. His may have been the biggest, but theirs were handsome and sweet and ample.
Juan's erection looked dark and perfect, the slighty pointed wet, the hole staring back at DJ and Tony. Curving in lust, the shaft was thicker than the head, growing absolutely gargantuan as it got close to the flange. It all shot upward from a rich, thick wad of kinky black curls. His even darker balls hugged the base of his cock like two hunky, deep-toned tennis balls. His beautiful, brown body shimmered in the light of the window. There didn't seem to be a single hair on his deliniated, wrestler's thighs.
DJ's cock was proud and pink, spearing at a rakish angle from a pile of spun gold. The head of his hot erection was a perfect dome, with a beautiful heart-shaped flange. It stood tall and proud above a set of generous and free-swinging balls. A dusting of goose-down coated them, and made the other two want to play with his toys.
Tony nearly lost his mind, staring back-and-forth at DJ's swollen pink dick to the throbbing dark meat of Juan. He watched Juan's big bruiser pulsing, then saw DJ's perfect mushroom-capped cock open its mouth and turn mauve. He couldn't wait.... didn't wait, but came in to grab handsfull of balls, his fingers diving in behind then to dig into Juan and DJ's tender creases.
The two moaned, then suddenly found themselves locked in a kiss, their hands clamping over Tony's ten inches, their fingers then falling to have at his low-swinging, hot, fat, hairy balls.
Tony's lips found their mouths, their tongues swiping at chins and teeth, little cries filling the front room. And without prompting, they were just as suddenly locked in a frenzy of mutual jackoff---hands wrapped over the nearest big dick.
Balls flew in abandon as knees bent and pelvises thrust upward---eyes raced over tits and rippling abs and swollen cockheads---mouths groaned and arms slung around behind to grab at flexing, muscular, virgin cheeks.
In a flury of ripe fisting---their moans and panting bouncing off the ceiling---their bodies trembled together, their muscles siezing and flexing.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Juan's eyes snapped open, his mouth gasping. He felt his balls ride up in warning, trying to snap inside his body. He stared wildly at Tony and DJ, wondering whose hand it was that was sending him over the cliff.
Tony felt an electric current thrill his huge cock as he pumped DJ's thick, pink-headed rod. DJ cried out, his knees buckling, his own hand unable to completely hold Juan's dark, pulsing shaft.
Come shots errupted, the white jizz firing onto tits and chins and abs. Knees gave way while hands kept milking, as balls emptied and swelled. The stuff went everywhere, landing on the floor, the table, the window. It gushed from their contorted rods, the sweet thrills making them slam together, their sweat-sheened bodies rubbing and flexing. Juan's knees gave way.
And then, as if on cue, they all dropped to the rug, their hands fondling one another's nakedness, seeking comfort, needing affection. No one spoke---their nudity, their heaving breaths, their stunning, surprising sexual encounter---all of it spoke to each of them far more clearly than words.
Biceps, thighs and hands rubbed into fleshy muscle, their dripping cocks still erect, their ballbags elongating as they panted together and heard the rain pelt the window. It was as though the wind and pattering drops were themselves applauding the beauty of these innocent nature boys, lying together dazed and naked in the front room of DJ's uncle's old summer house by the lake.
Chapter Two
Mumbling and extricating themselves finally, the come-covered trio fell silent. DJ instinctively collected the posing straps and muscle mags, all the while knowing full well he was probably going to be blamed for what had just happened. The sullen atmosphere of guilt seemed to hang in the air. Staring out the window, he heard the shower go on, then saw Juan go into the bedroom. The muscluar gymnast went to the sink and then used a cloth to clean up all the telltale sperm. He wasn't used to feeling lousy, especially after something as mind-blowing as what they'd just experienced.
After all of them had showered and dressed, they one-by-one drifted back into the kitchen, sitting once again around the table. Tony stared sullenly out at the storm, which, if anything, had only gotten more intense.
"I think you owe all of us a new beer," Tony said to DJ without looking away from the window. "And if you or Juan say one single word---to ANYONE....."
"Hey," DJ said, stumbling over his chair to obey Tony's threatening tone, "---you think I'm completely nuts?" He took out three more, then handed them over, not able to look his buddies in the eye. "It just, um, happened---ok?"
"Rain must make him horny," Juan said, raising his can in a silent toast.
"---must make us ALL horny, you mean," Tony muttered. "---or else it's the beer."
"You gotta at least admit one thing," DJ looked back-and-forth between them. "---those muscle books are pretty friggin' amazing, huh? I couldn't believe it when I came across them."
Juan rolled his eyes at Tony. "Hell, Deej, there's total hardcore booty all over the friggin' net and you get all hot over a bunch of guys wearing cowboy hats and little g-strings."
Tony's smile was crooked and sly. "You gotta admit they ARE pretty hot, man." He looked over at the garage door. "You sure no one's gonna come in here? What if your folks'd walked in while we were.....?" "
"I TOLD you guys," DJ complained, "---they're in friggin' MAINE with Uncle Jim!" He crossed his arms, biceps flexing. "Godamn! It's always like you never trust me. You want proof of THAT now, too?" He threw back his beer, some of it missing his mouth.
"Sure is wild out there," Juan said. "At least the lightning's stopped. How many other cabins are there?"
"None," DJ said. "He bought it in friggin' 1945 or something---he says he won't sell lots til he's fished it clean of smallmouth."
Tony put his empty down with the pile of others and absently pulled at his crotch. "Get me another---SLAVE," he smiled darkly at DJ.
Juan gave Tony a conspiritorial smile. "Gonna make him pay?", he asked, nodding at DJ to bring him one, too.
"He's always the one to dream up trouble. Hell, all this beer alone is trouble! I don't even want to know how you got hold of it."
DJ laughed and sat back down, popping the tabs for the other two. "He's got so much booze stacked in the garage, I could sell it and he wouldn't know."
"The most I ever had was two---at my brothers' wedding." Tony's voice was getting thicker. Of the three, he was the only one who felt free to admit his innocence. He was older than the other two, having had to repeat two grades. Even so, he looked a good five years older than nineteen and a half.
"I am....gettin' a bit hammered, I must say," Juan announced, grinning.
"And I'm still horny!", DJ giggled, tipping his chair back.
"When I beat off?" Tony's swallow was sloppy, running down his unshaven jaw. "---it only seems to make me get goin' all over again." He wiped his dimpled chin. "---makes me wish I never started."
"What's wrong with that?", DJ asked, staring back, "I jack off every chance I get!"
"---wouldn't if you were Catholic," Tony sounded sullen. "---wouldn't if you had to confess it every friggin' Wednesday."
"You aren't gonna confess THIS....I mean what happened just now?", Juan stammered.
Tony snorted. "I'm Catholic, but I'm not fuckin' crazy." He felt the weight of his beer, wondering how empty it was. "Tell me somethin'...."
Juan and DJ looked over at the darkly handsome Italian.
Tony's eyes shifted as he centered himself on his chair. "Do I look like a freak to you guys?"
DJ actually spewed out a bit of beer. "A freak???"
Juan's large brown eyes widened even more. "What're you SAYIN'?"
"Yeah. I mean, I'm such a gorilla." He looked at them challengingly. "You two are nice'n smooth all over--'cept under your arms and, you know....."
"....down here," DJ grinned, shoving his jeans down to show off a wad of golden bush.
"Yeah," Tony looked at the blond teen's little display. "And like in the lockeroom?" He swigged more beer. "There wasn't a hairy chest anywhere. Only the coach---only he's not nineteen."
"Totally, totally hot, man," Juan said earnestly.
"Totally," DJ nodded emphatically. "Hell, even COACH wished he had your body--- I saw him check you out once, man. And he was lookin' at ALL of it!"
"Awww, fuck that," Tony couldn't help but grin. "You're the ones who matter the most," he said, kicking the table leg. "You two were in wrestling and gymnastics. I just heaved the iron around in the garage."
"So?", Juan shrugged. "Westling's okay, I guess, but all I got out of it was some new enemies. Every time I pinned a dude, he's whisper some stupid threat in my ear."
"You're OUR hero," DJ said to Tony, checking the window, seeing how the storm was finally passing. "Every chick on the planet wants you." He got up to get a new set of Coors. "And instead, you hang out with us!"
"Chicks bore me," Tony said, accepting another brew. "I guess it's because I only have brothers."
"I never see 'em around," Juan said, finally spying a little blue in the sky.
"We used to mess around some before they got married," Tony said, gazing out the window at the lake. "We sure did mess around....."
"I'm never getting married," DJ and Juan practically said at the same time.
They laughed and pointed at each other.
Tony shoved his beer at theirs, the three quickly toasting themselves. "Here's to just US," he sighed.
"Godamn!", DJ grinned, swallowing a third of his at once.
"I'm so friggin' horny now," Juan admitted. "I wanna try those little jockstraps on again."
"I don't want blue this time," Tony said, pulling at his crotch. "I want the orange one."
DJ was already heading into the bedroom. "I've gotta black one, too," he called out. "You'd look totally outrageously hot in that, Tone!"
"My whole fuckin' BODY'S covered in black," Tony muttered. "Fuck that."
"Shit," Juan said. "---if you want the truth, you should just go around NUDE, man! Seriously."
"Fuck," Tony muttered again, seeing DJ come back with the physique books. "it's gotta be the beer. What's all this shit about?" He looked upset, his ruggedly handsome face frowning.
DJ stood in apprehension, suddenly trying to hide his sexy stash. "Look," he said down at the table. "Maybe you two just want to take one of 'em home or something."
"I'm just so fuckin' horny," Tony said, looking up at the ceiling. "Those pictures! Jesus, Mary and Joseph," he shook his head. "Up til you brought those out, I was fine. Now I'm gettin' hard just seein' 'em in your hands."
"I practically throw a boner when I'm in the showers after a meet," Juan said.
"Hell," DJ said, still keeping the items half-hidden. "I get hard in church. I get a boner in the fuckin' library!"
"Over chicks?", Tony looked dazed, confused, the beer seriously getting to him.
"Over nothin'!" Juan announced. "Gimme a new beer," he ordered up at DJ. "Who the fuck cares, anyway?" He looked at Tony, his brown eyes all earnest. "We'll turn onto cunt when the time comes," he said without any joy. His face grew bright again, seeing the sun starting to emerge over the dark lake. "I just dig seein' whose got something even close to mine!" He laughed and took a swig.
"Funny about that," Tony smiled to himself. "We're each about the same. Every other guy I check out has a little finger pokin' out between his legs."
"The proof comes only when we're hard n'all," DJ said, hoping he'd not gone too far. "Yours're the first ones I've EVER seen hard!"
"Chicks've got nothin' to GET hard," Juan complained. "And hooters aren't pecs."
"You's guys' pecs are way cool," Tony said, downing more beer. "That drawing, though," he nodded over to DJ, who then felt free to bring everything out once again. "I don't know who that 'Tom' guy is, but he can't be drawing from models. Those chests aren't real, man."
"Trust me," DJ said, thumping his finger at the drawing in question. "Your tough pecs top THIS any day, dude!"
"Fuck," Tony said, a dark smile filling his face with pride. "Even chicks can't have nipples that big."
"Jesus," Juan said, staring at the opened, hairy vee of Tony's shirt. "YOU sure have nipples, man!---they're the size of friggin' silver dollars!"
In a bleery smile, Tony reached in to flash the two his whole right pec. A huge dark nipple poked out from a spread of black curls. As if the air alone stimulated it, the wide cone suddenly swelled like a bullet, its rubbery nub rising up from the surrounding forest.
"Oh, Jesus," Juan said to DJ. "Check THAT out!"
Tony let his shirt fall back to cover him up. "Oh God," he muttered. "I'm a fuckin' Catholic. What's WITH this shit?"
"Look," DJ said, dropping his pile of posing straps on the table. "What's 'Catholic' got to do with it? I'm a fuckin' BAPTIST for Christ's sake!"
"Yeah," Juan chimed in. "And I'm a Methodist---but fuck, Tone, horny's HORNY! I'd fuck a godamned SHEEP if I thought it was hot."
"Who the fuck cares?" DJ added in exasperation. "We're just buddies. Big deal."
"I miss my brothers," Tony murmured, grabbing his crotch. He reached over to thumb a magazine. "I'd pose like these guys, too, if I knew my brothers would see me." He swallowed more beer.
DJ and Juan swallowed, too. For a split second the entire cabin lit up with a burst of cloud-breaking sunlight.
"We're brothers, too, you know," DJ said, moving closer to Tony. "We dig you, man."
Juan got up and came over also, the two standing crotch-level to brush each of Tony's huge shoulders.
"I don't have anyone but you guys," he said. "We gotta stick together."
"Maybe we should go for a swim in these things," DJ suggested with a grin. "No harm in that!"
"I'll fuckin' drown, I'm so drunk," Tony said, rubbing his shoulders into their jeans. "But I sure am horny."
As usual, DJ was the first one to start peeling off his t-shirt. "Let's just pose! Shit---I even brought a camera!"
"Oh? And do what with 'em, DJ? Submit 'em to some kind of porn site?", Juan said sarcastically.
"Come on, man! We can use 'em to beat off over each other."
"I wanna beat off NOW," Tony said. "Take fuckin' pictures of THAT!", he grinned up at DJ.
"Hey," the curly-headed blond said, daring to reach down to open the buttons of Tony's shirt. "Now YOU'RE the one who's goin' too far!"
Tony clasped his hand over DJ's, drawing it down into his vee---onto his naked, hairy pec. "You want a big lug like me?---a big, hairy, Sicillian altar boy?---huh?" He gazed up at DJ. "Put on that striped one again. Give Juan and me a show!"
DJ reluctantly let his hand slip from Tony's chest as he then moved out to strip off. Not waiting for his little show, the Tony and Juan were joining him in stripping off and climbing back into their flimsy, genital-stuffed posing pouches.
[....to be continued....]
I am hopeful you enjoyed this first installment. Thank you for reading my story.