This is the second installment of my story "Posing Strap Trio". Note....this story is more like an erotic feature film than a Falcon DVD. A reader in need of a quick fix might want to go nifty surfing.
POSING STRAP TRIO
[Chapter Two......continued....]
DJ reluctantly let his hand slip from Tony's chest as he moved away to strip off. Not waiting for his little show, the other two were joining him in climbing into their flimsy, genital-stuffed posing pouches. Tony felt conflicted. He sat naked from the waist down, managing to slip the poser up his big calves and thighs. Once he'd hefted his jumbo equipment inside the little orange pouch, he stared down at himself. The cotton triangle looked hideously full. The string holding it in place looked ready to snap under the weight of all he had going between his hairy legs.
He kept his shirt on while watching DJ and Juan get naked. Tony promised himself not to get carried away again after what had happened earlier in the front room. What he saw before him wasn't helping his resolve. Juan's mocha-toned physique--and DJ's tanned muscles--flexed and shifted before his eyes. The two were laughing, their cocks half-hard, their balls jiggling around as they gracefully managed to step into the loops of string and pull the tiny coverings into place. The sight of one another sporting a piece so sex-packed and tiny that their cockhair puffed from the sides, made them grin and hip-toss their stuff around. They winced at the sexy thrill the string up their ass created.
Only after crunching their abs and moving into a double biceps pose did the grinning pair look over at Tony. His flannel, blue-plaid shirt fell open, his Tom of Finland giant-nippled pecs staring out at them. His husky thighs were trying their best to hide the unhideable. His attempts at modesty only made the orange pouch truly strain to hold his bulging equipment inside. His rich black bush thundered over the top of it, his cockhead nearly ripping through.
DJ looked at his handsome face. Tony was classically beautiful as a man--almost too handsome, too proportioned. What added character to his high-cheekboned, square- jawed look was his slightly crooked nose which had gotten busted from a fist fight over a girl. When DJ's eyes finally managed to connect with his, Tony looked away, only to then try not staring at Juan's Latino-wrestler physique. Juan stopped flexing his smooth, rippling, milk chocolate thighs and joined DJ in once again sitting around the kitchen table.
"We could still go fishing you know," DJ offered. "How about some coffee?"
"I could make us some Kraft dinner," Juan said, looking at DJ and raising his eyebrows, wondering what was up with Tony.
"Yeah, maybe," Tony said. "I've gotta sober up. This is nuts." He looked at DJ's gymnast torso....at the perfection of his deltoids and the ripped quality of his triceps. "Lemme ask you two somethin'........"
"Fire away," DJ said, winking at Juan then looking back at Tony.
"You ever...you know...do this kind of shit with anyone else?"
"You serious?" Juan asked, crossing his legs, suddenly wishing he were fully dressed. "You're the one with brothers, Tone."
"Not me, man," DJ said. "I only found out how to beat off one night when I suddenly woke up doin' it!", he laughed. "I thought my dick had exploded or something."
Tony laughed weakly while Juan got up to put on some coffee. "You think I'm turning queer?", the big Italian asked, looking out at the lake.
"Shit," Juan said from the stove. He turned around, his cherry-red posing strap jiggling, his defined muscles fluidly shifting. He pointed to the physique mags on the table. "You think guys like THIS are queer, Tone? Huh? You think every guy in fuckin' America's queer?" He picked one of the books up, thumbing through it. "They're from every state in the Union, man." He snorted. "Half the little write-ups say they're in the Marines or the Navy, for Christ's sake."
Tony smiled weakly, then sighed. "I guess I just can't figure all this shit out." He laughed a bit. "My brothers and I used to share one big, king-sized bed."
"No, shit," DJ said, lifting his eyebrows at Juan.
"One night I woke up and found my hand shoved down between Ricky's legs."
"Holy," Juan turned down the flame under the coffe pot. He searched Tony's face.
"Yeah," Tony said, looking down at the table. "Holy!... He just pulled his jockeys off and let me play around. Suddenly I just had my hands full of dick and balls. He never said a word---even after he'd, you know, blown his load."
"You jerked him OFF?!", DJ blurted, sharing a look of smiling shock with Juan.
Tony nodded, looking pensive. "Not really---I mean, I don't THINK I did. But after a few strokes he was just shooting all over my hand. Then I felt my own let go." He smiled up at Juan who set a mug of coffee down in front of him. "Ricky went into the bathroom--- I went in after---and then we just went back to sleep."
"Jeez," DJ got up to get some milk, "What'd he say...next day, I mean."
"That's just it," Tony scratched his unshaven jaw. "He never said a thing about it. And one night Donnie fooled around with me the same way, and the same thing happened. Shit."
DJ put two sugars in his mug. "And they're both married now, right?"
"With KIDS," Tony nodded, his voice all quiet. "They keep asking me who I'm dating!"
Juan took a sip of coffee. He looked out the window at the sun glinting off the rippling lake. "Well," he smiled, "Who ARE you dating, Tone?"
The three burst into tension-breaking laughter lasting whole, gut-wrenching minutes. When they finally calmed down, DJ fingered his teaspoon. "Horny's horny....that's what I always say, man," he pronounced. "If Cindy Crawford was out there on the lawn right now stripping, I guess I'd throw a rod." He shrugged, looking at the others. "I guess I would."
"Shit," Juan smiled. "Don't tell me you're horny again! You busted your nuts only about an hour ago."
DJ picked up "Physique Pictorial". "I've blown my wad four times in a fuckin' ROW over these," he admitted. "A few of these dudes are friggin' AMAZONS."
"What is it about muscles?", Tony picked up the "Athletic Model Guild" mag. "Is it because we have to workout so fuckin' hard for our own?---because we just appreciate 'em on some other guy?"
"We two aren't anywhere NEAR as built as you, Tone," DJ said sincerely. "You're a fuckin' MAN....."
".....even next to coach," Juan agreed.
"Shit," Tony put the book down. "Don't give me THAT crap! The coach is like a fuckin' Hercules!" He turned his dark green gaze on Juan and DJ. "Anyway, I'd give anything to look like you dudes. Shit. So would coach."
DJ's hand drifted up to feel his smooth, full pecs. "You think so? My tits always swell up, like they always want attention." His big tanned nipples looked so perky, they looked like he could just peel them right off. "I'm always doing presses to get 'em to be like yours."
"I swear to God," Juan said, getting up to pour out more coffee, "---when I'm wrestling? I SWEAR, some dudes seem to be feeling mine up---or else I'm just nuts, man!"
"Shit," Tony said, opening his shirt more. "Mine just keep getting bigger---and hairer. I've almost STOPPED with the bench presses. My shirt's don't fit. If I wear a white one, you can see my fuckin' chest hair and nipples through it."
"So fuckin' tough, man!", DJ said.
"Oh yeah, Juan agreed. "I'LL take some of that manhair for myself, anytime you wanna share it."
"Jesus," Tony said, eyeing the other's pecs. "Here we fuckin' go again!"
At that, the trio fell silent, sipping their coffees while squeezing their muscular thighs together, prisoner's of Tony's eternal guilt. The sun kept hiding under a cloud, only to re-emerge in all its glory.
"What about arms?", DJ murmured.
The other two burst out laughing.
Juan lifted into a double biceps flex, which bouldered his dark muscles like twin shotputs. Tony bested him, his biceps so hugely tight against his flannel shirt, they threatened to rip right through. None of them had his power and size, nor pretended to.
"I think a good set of arms is what makes a man a man," Tony said, relaxing his pose.
"You're THE MAN, then," DJ said appreciatively. "No question!"
They sipped their coffees, looking furtively at one another, knowing totally--each of them--where everything was once again headed.
Tony grabbed "Physique Pictorial" and looked through it. "Pecs, biceps--hell--fuckin' ABS, fuckin' LEGS....", his eyes lingered on a picture of a young marine. His cap was set way back on his head, a huge grin on his face. The dude's pouch was made out of something so translucent, Tony could see his fat cockhead trying to punch through it. His physique was everything Tony ever wanted---meaty and ripped--- tanned and hairless except for the bit of cockbush peeking out the top. He had both arms thrust between his furry thighs, his fingers feeling up his hunky balls. "None of these dudes would strip down like this if they didn't have what it takes between their legs, man." He whistled out a stream of air. "No amount of bench presses and dumbell flys're gonna help in THAT department."
"Tell us the truth, man," DJ said, searching Tony's eyes. "Do Juan and I...I mean, you know---," his voice grew faint.
"---do WE have what it takes?", Juan filled-in, his voice kind of quiet, nervous.
Tony sipped his coffee, looking out at the lake. Then he shrugged. "I dunno," he muttered at them. "Stand up."
The two nearly toppled their chairs, their cherry red and red-and-white-striped posing pouches sagging and hefting their weighty equipment in his direction.
"Yup," Tony nodded.
The three again burst into hilarious laughter, DJ and Juan wagging their goodies out at each other, their hips tilted, their big thighs corded with muscle. They collapsed into their chairs feeling ripe and full of juice.
"You bastard," DJ said.
"You asked," Tony shrugged. He stood up, opening his flannel shirt. "So? Do I make it onto the cover of something?"
"Fuck," Juan said. "You've got pecs and biceps dudes could only HOPE for, man."
Tony absently fingered his sex-loaded, cockbush-crested orange pouch. It was so full, every bulge let the whole world know exactly what was crammed inside. "You dig my stuff?," he asked them, fondling his equipment through the poser.
"You dig OURS?!" DJ challenged back, his eyes lidded, staring directly at Tony.
"I don't know what made 'em get married," Tony said then. "You guys've got all I ever wanted." He sat back down. "Cunt in the flesh must be better'n I think."
"Then," DJ announced, standing up to go to the fridge. "Then, here's your first True Confession," he said, pulling out a fresh Coors. His tanned body shimmered with muscle, his gymnast physique a work of art. "Tell your fuckin' priest---shit, I don't give a shit!---," he handed over two more cans. "---I'm your first gen-u-ine, blue ribbon QUEER," he grinned across the table at Tony. "Cunt doesn't do NOTHIN' for this country boy!"
"Whooooeee!", Juan yelled. "A 'gash' is just a GASH, man! Gimme something to LOOK at!"
DJ and Juan clinked beers, as Tony half-laughed, half-smiled.
"Oh, make me a protestant," he said, looking soulfully up at the ceiling.
"Fuck!" Juan almost shouted. "I felt your hairy pecs all up, man! Hunkiest tits on the fuckin' PLANET!" He stared at Tony---at the big Italian's gigantic nipples. "You've ALREADY done more than you can confess to some kind of priest, dude!"
"Oh, fuck," Tony mumbled. "You're makin' me horny all over again!"
"Oh, yeah?", DJ challenged. "For WHAT, dude?" He got up and threw his big biceps around Juan, his hands squeezing the hot Latino's sculpted, stiffly-nippled pecs. "For pecs, Tone?" He reached down to fondle his striped posing pouch. "For DICK?---for BALLS, baby?"
Tony suddenly rose up, ridding himself of his blue-flannel shirt. "Oh shit, let's do it man!" he said, going into a flexed, full double-biceps pose. "Let's do this hot shit."
DJ headed them all outdoors, the cooling breezes worshipping their muscles, their posing-pouched nakedness. They whooped and hollared. Juan sucked in his abs and flexed his brown chest and arms, the definition dazzling, his wrestler thighs a network of overlapping muscle. His cherry posing pouch thudded out from the gorgeous vee of his crotch. DJ threw his gymnast arms behind him, flexing his tremendous triceps, clasping his hands, making his pecs jump and turn to solid rock. His nipples pointed out like earplugs, his striped poser so crammed with dick, it swayed in counterpoint to his swivelling hips.
"Oh, man....some ASS!" Tony rubbed his orange sack of sex. "Gimme some ASS!"
The two turned to bounce out and flex their perfect globes. Juan's simply ballooned out, the luscious spheres hairless and dark as cocoa. DJ's melons were split so deep, he had to pry them open to give Tony a real good view.
The bodybuilder Italian's pouch instantly grew angular, thusting stiffly outward, his trapped cock all hot and throbbing. "I wanna beat off so fuckin' bad!"
"There more to do than THAT!", DJ said, jiggling his pouch lewdly. He strutted towards the other two, "Beat MINE off---hell, take hold'a Juan's."
They stood together, their posing straps barely able to hold their hardons inside.
"Lick my hairy tits," Tony ordered.
The two fell onto his nipples, tongues lashing his enormous cones. Tony reached both hands down to pry open their stretched pouches. And soon his hands were full of hot balls.
"Oh, God," he cried at the ripe feelings. "Suck my big pecs---gimme those fat cocks!"
The boys fought with the string around Tony's hips, finally pulling free his jumbo cock. It knifed upward, proud, male, erect, pulsing with lust. In a heated daze they looked down to smack their stiff timber---to swordfight---to feel their naked hardons joust and colide.
"Oh, suck it!" Tony yelled out into the wind and sun. "Suck my big fuckin' dick!"
DJ suddenly nailed him, his eyes blazing. "Fuck THAT, dude!" he glowered. "You fuckin' suck OURS, you weightliftin' Catholic bastard!"
Tony looked down at their wild-eyed cocks, then back into DJ's fevered eyes. "Oh fuck!---you're turnin' me queer!", he said, falling to his knees on the lawn.
"Fuckin' right!," DJ said, smacking his huge sweet cock against Tony's unshaven jaw. "This....sure....ain't....CUNT!" He pried open Tony's wide lips, reeling at the feeling, as the masculine stud suddenly began sucking.
Juan pushed his cock against Tony's scalp, his eyes staring at DJ's face. The two moved in together, locking tongues, panting into each other's mouths. Below, Tony went from white meat to dark meat, his hands reaching up to grab two perfect sets of naked, fleshy balls.
Juan and DJ's knees gave way from the riotous feelings, falling to the grass. They pushed Tony over, and both of them dove into his naked crotch, tongues fighting over the giant, vein-bulging whopper before their eyes. Their slobbering mouths traded cock for hairy balls, making Tony thrash and moan on the sunlit lawn.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Jesusssss.....so hot, so fuckin' hot!"
And then the big bruiser was wrestling Juan down to get at the beautiful Latino's own sweet meat, with DJ still feeding on Tony's. Soon they were in a circle of locked-in cocksucking. Slurps and groans filled the air. Tony plowed DJ's cock-starved mouth, his muscles standing in bold relief as he foraciously swallowed Juan's sweet-meated rod.
It was so gigantic in girth, his lips stretched to a new size while he moaned and juiced and laved the shiny bulbous head. DJ went nuts over feeling those big Latino lips slurp over his nerve-studded shaft. And the sunlit lawn was alive with the noises of three virgin cocksuckers whose hands grabbed for pecs and swollen nipples.
It wasn't to last. The sheer, pent-up load. churning in their flopping nuts made them feel that achy, exciting thrill build inside their guts. Heading over the edge of total orgasm, Tony groaned, lunging for Juan's dark dick. His hand dove up inside the wrestler's tight crack to probe Juan's hot hole. Juan's eyes flew open.
"UUUUUUGGGGHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh." The dam burst inside his tennis ball testicles, making his entire body flex and jam Tony's throat with cum-pumping cock.
DJ felt Juan's lips seal over his tender cockhead, massaging the spot just below the flange. Thrashing on the grass, he crammed all ten of Tony's hot inches down his gullet. For whole seconds he and Tony went catatonic.
"JJJJJEEEESSSSSUUUSSSS CCCHHRRIIIISSSTTT", DJ groaned, as his hips went crazy, knifing, thrusting cock into Juan's willing throat. At the very same time, a flood of rich cream splashed his tonsils, even as his own mind-blowing cock cannon blasted into orbit. The three jittered and seized, hips plowing cock into each other's steamy mouths, their muscles quaking, their jizz plowing out their snorting cockheads. The air filled with their groans and swallowing and gagging, while cream dribbled down their chins. Juan grabbed DJ's balls, wildly fondling them, while DJ began fisting Tony's still-shooting meat. Their abs seized and flexed, their hips jabbing shooting cock wherever it could go, until finally, wracked with thrills, the naked threesome fell flat on their backs, panting up into the sunlit sky.
"Now," DJ panted. "....now there's no turning back." His face rested on Tony's hot, heaving belly, his eyes fixed on the muscular size of the reluctant Italian's lurching, drooling rod. " Now we're ALL a bunch of cocksuckin' queers!" As if to make his point, he painted his tongue over Tony's nerve-shorted cockhead, making the big beefy teen jump and groan for mercy.
[to be continued......]
Thank you for reading this part of my story. There's much more to follow. I hope you are enjoying it.