This is a continuation of my story "Posing Strap Trio". I hope you will enjoy these new chapters.
POSING STRAP TRIO
[....Chapter Seven....continued]
"C'mere," Tony said to the two of them.
The candles were nearly melted down as the flames flickered across their sweat sheened bodies. The trio nuzzled and kissed, the smell of male sex in their nostrils. DJ's cock was harder than ever, demanding release, while the blond's big heart only wanted to love his brothers and lie against their warm, panting bodies.
For a long while DJ gave himself over to the lulling, beautifully sensual feeling of lying there in the flickering light with his naked, sexually-drained lovers. But he was the one who'd taken both their hot loads. Their liquid joy was still sliding down his throat and swimming in his ass. Leaving them drifting off to sleep, he blew out the candles and then took a long, hot shower. Every muscle and tendon in his gymnast body begged to return to bed-- every muscle but one.
"Shit," he smiled, trying to ignore his stud erection. It flexed all by itself whenever the needling spray thundered over the ultra-sensitive skintaut dome. He turned his back to the water, bending over to grab his ankles. Using his inner muscles, he evacuated the last of Tony's big load, the feeling a huge, unexpected turn-on.
"What a rush, man," he smiled, grabbing the Irish Spring. He thumb-fucked his tight hole. "Bye-bye cherry," he shuddered, his soapy thumb hitting his cock-bruised pleasure spot. Standing back up, he lathered his flopping balls, his great erection snapping about in the spray. The ripe feelings made him hornier than ever. "Ooooh, shiiiit," he jacked his soapy eight-incher. "I gotta get off somehow...gotta blow..."
The incredible current of horny thrills was so gut-wrenchingly sweet, it was too wild, too good to waste all alone in the shower. "Make it last, DJ," he muttered, rinsing off and stepping out. He grinned as he towelled into his ultra-curly vee, the springy, blond bush forming a perfect triangled wedge behind his great big cock. He had to avoid towel- ling his aching hardon for fear of setting it off into cumblasting bliss.
He sauntered his proud erection into the kitchen and spied the old brown envelope lying on the countertop. His horny dick rubbed the ledge, once again warning him of its hair-triggered readiness. DJ grinned at the horny waves of sensation and backed-off while fumbling his healthy, hair-feathered balls. Reaching into the envelope, he pulled out yet more posing straps. One was made of black fishnet, the tiny meshed holes spreading wider as he fingered the little pouch. The next one was the same, only in white.
"Oooooh shit!" he whispered. "These are soooo hot!" He brought the mags and skimpy posers to the kitchen table and sat down, his muscular cockhead rubbing up into his abs, nearly hitting his big tits. He stared down at the giant thing, amazed once again by the simple fact that it was really all his--all his to own and enjoy for the rest of his horny life. "You big fucker," he breathed at the hot thing, "--full'a juice..." The hole expanded even more over his words, and every horny millimetre of the rosey muscle begged for attention.
DJ opened "Physique Pictorial" to a black and white photo of two dudes horsing around in an outdoor shower, trying to pull one another's posers off. They were laughing, water splashing over their tanned muscles. Their full pouches were so wet, DJ could make out everything swinging inside. "Damn!" he smiled. He both loved and felt frustrated by such pics. They showed so much, yet never enough.
He took the black posing strap and leaned forward, slpping it over his ankles. "Jeez," he whispered, wondering how he'd ever be able to sling his hot cock inside it. He stood up and felt the string riding up his inner thighs and up the split rounds of his perfect ass. His fat balls alone made the sheer fabric sag and stretch.
Breathing deeply, he wedged his nerve-studded rod just under the lip of the black netting, the feelings so intense he felt his balls nearly blast off. "Holy smokes," he murmured, the lewd display almost too hot to look down at--the feelings way too much to handle.
He heard movement in the bedroom, and for a second felt shy--but only for a second.
"DJ? What're you......?" Juan rubbed his sleepy eyes. Standing before him with hands on hips was DJ.
"Hey, Juan--check out my new outfit, man." He turned sideways and sucked-in his abs, the meshed pouch so completely distorted, Juan could view everything from DJ's pressed- out cockhead right down to his gigantic balls. Blond cockhair curled out the top.
"Jesus, DJ!--where'd you get that?!"
"Hot, huh?", he ran his fingers up the netted length of his big fat hard cock. It looked for all the world like a sex-crammed hammock. "Try on the white one!"
Juan was himself totally nude, his dark mucles gleaming, his even darker cock tumescent. Seeing DJ's lewd poser awakened it, sending horny-gathering shivers deep inside Juan's hunky balls. "I better get the damn thing on now, before I throw a rod....", he smiled, his dark eyes still lidded from sleep. "What time's it?" he added, climbing into the filmy white-meshed string thong.
"Who the hell cares?" DJ rubbed his fishnetted balls. "You look so FUCKIN' HOT!"
"SHHHHHHHHHH," Juan laughed, flopping his nuts and cock into the white sling. "Tony's sleeping!"
"Ohhhhh baby," DJ's blue eyes glinted as he drank in how the white mesh barely held in the exaggerated heftiness of Juan's cock and two, punched out balls.
His beefsteak dick stretched inside the revealing sling, making the support strings sag from the weight. "I can see your cockbush'n balls'n big cock through the little holes, dude!"
Juan's brown eyes stared at DJ's porous black pouch--at the mystery of all that hot, fleshy masculinity semi-hidden inside the black net. He stared at how DJ's big cockhead was molded by the craddling, seethru mesh. "That's makin' me nuts, DJ," Juan breathed deeply, feeling his pouched burritto bloat and shift around between his legs.
"Show me your thighs, man," DJ grinned, loving the whole horny scene taking place right in the middle of the kitchen, in the middle of the night.
Juan stepped into the light and away from the table. "You like my wrestler legs, huh, DJ?", he said, his usual doe-like eyes turning black with lust.
"You know it, dude," DJ's voice dropped off as Juan turned his leg outward.
Suddenly his thigh flexed to twice its size, the corded, smooth, mocha-toned muscles overlapping one another in a array of amazing bulges.
"Are my tits big enough, dude?" He flexed them also, then crossed his forearms and used his thumbs to flick the nipples.
"Shit, Juan......" DJ felt waves of horny desire spread from his balls up his throbbing, trapped piece.
"....this holey poserthing can't seem to hold in my big Puerto Rican dick, Deej."
DJ stared between Juan's smooth, tremendous dark thighs as Juan lightly cupped his bulging, white fishnet. "Ohhh man, Deej," Juan smiled. "I can feel the hair on my balls through the little holes!"
"Oh God," DJ swallowed thickly. "You look so hot in that white piece'a nothin'!"
The 'little' Puerto Rican was five-foot-eight, 165 pounds of muscle. His wrestler body radiated energy, every smooth inch trained to dominate any opponent. Juan's aggres- sive exterior was mitigated by his large brown eyes and wide, full lips. When he smiled, his white teeth flashed, his dark face lighting up, and two dimpled creases appeared in his cheeks. His pecs were two swollen mounds--the large nipples dead center, and his full biceps rolled and swelled as he stood there fingering his cones.
Juan stood there with one hip tilted higher, his white meshed G-string resembling an anaconda trap. His beefy chiquita crawled around inside it, fighting to get free. Seeing DJ's lapis eyes darting over his physique, Juan gave him a foxy smile, lifted his arms, laced his fingers behind his neck and crunched his abs.
"Awwwwh, fuuuuck," DJ moaned. "Look't your tits!--look't your hairy pits, dude--SHIT."
The stunning pose made Juan's basket thud forward, nearly snapping the guywire supports. His teeth dazzled as he turned sideways to show his blond boyfriend the whole effect of his crammed, white fishnet pouch. "Why don'cha stop staring and come and get it, Deej?"
DJ was too proud to just head straight across the kitchen floor. Instead, he swag- gered over, parading his fully turned-on, tanned, posing-strapped, blond stud physique. Juan watched him while flexing his killer thighs and biceps. A scheming smile spread over his sexy, wide lips as he noted DJ's overconfident swagger. He waited til he could feel the warmth of DJ's body--til DJ's hand reached out to fondle his hot basket of dark chocolate.
Like lightning, Juan shifted his weight and darted past, running out the door onto the lawn.
"What th'fuck??" DJ caught the screen before it slammed. "HEY!" He flipped on the porch light.
Juan was laughing, bent over, his hands spreading his muscular little ass, flashing DJ his teasing hole. C'mon dude--you want it? Huh?"
"Shit," DJ charged outside into the chilly night, his bare feet sliding on the dewy grass, throwing him off balance.
Juan swivelled around in a crouch, "Think your gonna get it that easy, stud?"
DJ laughed, the porch light just bright enough to see Juan's chockfull poser heave around as they began wrestling. He knew he was no match, but was loving the slippery, muscle- hugging contact as he tried throwing Juan off balance.
Juan turned him around in a split second, his arms locking around DJ's upper abs, his cock-crammed pouch wedging open his buddy's sweet, round butt.
"Big Tony's not here NOW, is he, hotshot? Huh?" he ground his hot poser against DJ's asshole.
DJ giggled at Juan's attempt at sounding menacing, grabbing Juan's biceps and using his gymnast skill to roll forward, bringing Juan with him. Suddenly Juan was lying on the wet lawn with DJ straddling his waist.
"Think you got ALL the moves, baby?" DJ's arms shot out to pin Juan's shoulders. Juan laughed, knowing all he had to so was hook one leg around DJ's waist and throw him.
"What's my punishment, Mr. Big?" His beautiful eyes stared between DJ's spread, golden thighs.
"I dunno," DJ panted, grinning. "--lemme think....." He took Juan's arms and threw them behind the latino's head, anchoring his wrists to the ground. The swift movement slogged his fishnetted bundle right across Juan's face.
"Uhhhhhhh," Juan breathed-in the scent of pure boy and Irish Spring. His nose rubbed the mesh, wanting DJ's horny cock--wanting to feel his soft, crepe-skinned fruitbag. DJ laid the whole hot bundle over his mouth, moaning at the licking friction of Juan's wild tongue as it rasped against the mesh.
DJ sat up, his knees on either side of Juan's head, his blacknet pouch hanging there suspended above Juan's worshipping mouth. "You want balls, dude?--want some hot, blondboy BALLS?" He snaked a finger into the side and pulled. The fullsome orbs plopped heavily down, smacking and filling Juan's open mouth. DJ's torso shuddered over the ripe slobbering of Juan's latino lips as they pulled at the rich, hair-sprinkled drapery of DJ's ballsy warmth.
Juan's cheeks bulged, his eyes large as he breathed through his nose.
"Oooooh, baby-BABY!--How do those big knockers TASTE, huh?" DJ's abs flexed as a riot of horny tremors rifled up his thighs. "Best fuckin' meal you've had all day!"
Then suddenly DJ's eyes flew wide open.
Juan brought his arms behind DJ and suddenly pulled aside the string bisecting DJ's asscrack, driving his thumb up the tender center of DJ's recently fucked hole.
"JJEESSUUSS!" DJ's balls evacuated Juan's lips with two, loud, wet 'POPS'. "What'ch'u DOIN'??!"
Juan's dark eyes watched DJ's initial shock transform into a lip-licking moan of sweet surrender. "UUhhhhhhhh," DJ's eyes closed as he used his hands to pull the string over, his ass fucking itself on Juan's thick digit. He shuddered, his balls gathering in a heap, the blond hairs standing on end. "You gonna fuck me now, Juan?", he moaned, his blue eyes half open, glazing over in lust.
Juan's well-tempered aggressiveness centered itself between his legs. He pulled his thumb out and deftly rolled DJ onto his back. The pale light from the porch's single bulb cast shadows over their poserclad physiques. A night breeze blew across their muscles as Juan looked down at the blue-eyed gymnast. "Yeah, DJ," he said, his voice husky. "I'm gonna make love to your sweet hole with my big cock."
He pulled aside the white mesh and they both watched his hugely swollen, mahogony rod thwack his rippled abs. ".....but first you're gonna get me all ready for you, baby." And he kneeled his rigid erection over and above DJ's staring face.
"Ohhh--oh fuck!", DJ whispered. "Lemme play with all this some, huh?"
Juan sucked-in his breath, not sure his nerve-shorted rod could handle anymore teasing. He placed his hands on his hips and watched as DJ reached up and pushed aside the pouch and began petting his suede-skinned, lightly haired tennis balls. The punched-out stud peaches barely jiggled as DJ felt their enormous, vulnerable masculinity.
Breathing shallowly, DJ's hands reached higher, jacking the meaty muscularity of Juan's burgeoning Big Boy. The dark stallion couldn't be circumferenced, and Juan moaned as DJ brought in both hands, trying like hell to fist it. A trickle of clear dew rivered out the 'O'-stretching mouth, slicking-up DJ's hands.
"Oh fuck!--so fuckin' big AROUND!" DJ moaned, trying to bounce the giant number against his flat palm. It bruised him instead, barely moving, the slapping sounds reverberating over the still lake.
"You're gonna fuck my little cherry with THIS?", DJ reached protectively down to finger his pink rosebud.
"You're not 'cherry' no mo', cracka'," Juan jacked himself slowly. "None of us is, boy!"
"Oh fuck, Juan--stop playin' with me, man!"
Juan leaned down. "I love you Deej--you know I do, baby." His wide lips pulled at DJ's, then took in his whole mouth, Juan's tongue slow-fucking DJ's slurping lips.
Suddenly DJ rolled backwards onto his shoulder blades, using his forearms to balance his arched back. "Oh fuck me. FUCK ME, JUAN!--I want your big hard cock NOW, dude! I need it so bad!"
He didn't have to do much of anything, really. The hotcocked, cute, muscular latino simple moved into position, pulled aside the pouch string, and let a gob of spit fall from his lips onto DJ's already-open hole. Juan let another fall onto his glossy cockhead. He jacked his saliva all over his brown beauty, juicing it up while thumb-fucking DJ's upraised butt with his right.
The sight and sensation was way too carnal for both boys, making DJ stare cross- eyed at the nearness of his own upside-down erection knifing out from the black poser. That sight alone made Juan stop his jacking for fear of blowing right then-and-there. He shoved two fingers deep inside DJ's sweet ass.
"Oh Jesus, stop teasing me! I'm gonna lose my mind, you keep on......" DJ's pleading suddenly stopped.
Juan fell to his knees, hooking DJ's bent legs over his muscled shoulders, his hands gripping each melon, his brown eyes staring down at the sight of all that hot ass offered up to him on a platter. It was so round and sweet, downy blond hair ringing the pink hole. Juan heard DJ moaning softly. Looking past his ass, he saw DJ's velvety balls hanging upside-down in their black-meshed confinement. Spearing down from the top of it was DJ's pouch-escaping, throbbing cockshaft. So totally curled over was the blond stud that he was using his tongue to polish the dome of his beautiful hard cock.
"God DAMN, Deej!--you're suckin' your own DICK!"
Juan stared wide-eyed as DJ washed the pre-cum off his leaking mushroom head. "Awww, FUCK, DJ!--how's it TASTE, dude? That's so fuckin' hot, man!"
"Help me," DJ panted. "....bring my legs down behind me."
Juan backed up to watch DJ extend his legs straight up in the air, then helped to guide them down towards DJ's head. "Uh," DJ grunted, as the top third of his fat cock poked from his poser and speared into his open mouth. His eyes squeezed shut over the thrills as he began sucking.
Juan couldn't believe the agility of DJ, even as he stared wide-eyed at the sight of DJ's sweet lips eating his own sweet cock. "Oh man," Juan breathed, so close to unloading he had to do something. Staring at DJ's bentover body--hearing the lewd slurping--all Juan could really look at was the invitation of his buddy's asshole. It wasn't clenched--wasn't even winking. It was wide open--a waiting, steamy hole, silently begging for Juan's whopping dick.
Standing back up, Juan quickly rid himself of his posing strap, then bending at the knees, used both hands to pry his stiff throbber down.
"UUUGGHHhhhhhhngg," DJ groaned, nearly biting his own dick at feeling five inches of wrist-thick meat tunnel down his upraised ass.
"Oh Deej! Oh Jesus!" Juan shouted out. The clasping, milking, hungry hole ate his hot dick, feeling for all the world like it had entered a molten volcano. It gripped and syphoned, making him drive it deeper inside.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah....your big cock up my ass, " DJ moaned, his own cock thumping his face, trying to find its way back into his mouth.
Juan began shaking, his giant thighs fexing as he began jabbing into DJ's spread butt with hot, rapid thrusts. He needed to cum. He needed to unload. Yet the feelings were so sweetly thrilling, he only wanted more....more ass...more thrills.
The more he pistoned it in, the greater his cock's appetite grew, needing to go all the way--all the way inside that hungry, beautiful butt. Lunging downward, Juan gasped as all eight inches of his muscular cylinder plowed DJ a new asshole.
"AAAAWWWWhhhhh," DJ groaned, his own cock suddenly re-entering his mouth. His mind shut down as his body took in cock at both ends. And then as Juan began truly fucking him, DJ's dick slammed in-and-out, the friction making him lose all control.
"Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, UH! UH! UH! OH!" Both boys grunted at the same time over each rapid-fire, torquing fuck. Juan's brain shut down. He gripped DJ between his thighs and torso, lifting the blond jock even as he pounded his ass in a crouching heat. His pink tongue lolled out as he stared down at the cum-boiling sight of DJ's cock fucking his own mouth. His stud balls buffed and bruised DJ's hard cheeks while DJ's jiggled inside his fishnetted poser.
Staring down with wild eyes, Juan changed his rhythm to deep, long strokes,
burying his whole throbbing fuckmuscle deep in DJ's ass. His inner need built to the brink, feeling the incredible suction of that squeezing, steamy glove. In the panting silence, DJ kept on sucking his own overheated cock while using his internal muscles to massage and masturbate Juan's hot-wired shaft.
Juan dug down and bundled DJ's flopping balls into a big, masculine bouquet. The maleness of it all was sending him into orbit. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he once again began jabbing in staccato thrusts, thumping DJ's ripe prostate.
"UUUUhhhhnnnnggggHHHHHH!" DJ's body flexed and contorted, his lips gumming the tender webbing just below the flange of his skintight cockhead. His lips expanded as his fevered cock bucked against the roof of his mouth. For entire seconds the two boys froze in suspended shock, Juan shaking in mindless lust, his hand wagging DJ's nutfilled sac.
"Oh," was all Juan said.
A tidal wave of pent up sperm raced through his jerking piece. His buried cock gave a mighty lurch, and buckets of boyjizz blew into DJ's guts. The bursting dam thundered out his spewing bulb, Juan's thighs quaking, his head falling back, his eyes seeing colored dots.
DJ felt the erotic pressure on his balls, felt the nerve-shorting sensation of his teeth suddenly scraping his shaft, and then felt his guts swimming in Juan's creamy jizz. "HUUUUhhhhnnngggggggg," he groaned, feeling his own wall give way, his pummeled prostate busting open. His giant cockhead flexed, his abs seized, and in alarmed fascination, DJ felt his own cock cannonade streamer after streamer of ropey jizz down his throat.
Juan stared down at the sight of DJ's lips drooling out his own hot milk as DJ attempted to keep from choking on his cum-blowing erection. "Ohmygod, Deej! Ohmygod!!" The incredible eros of it made Juan keep on fucking DJ's ass in knifing jabs, his inner forces unleashing pint-after-hot-pint of spermy jizz. "I can't stop cummmmminnnggg!"
The sound of their hoarse shouts echoed over the silent, star-reflecting lake, while inside the cabin Tony slept more soundly than ever in his life. Juan pulled his sizzling cock out of DJ's jizz-drooling ass and quickly helped ease DJ from his body contorting position.
Lying beside one another on the dewy grass, they panted and threw their arms around each other's satiated bodies.
"I love you Deej," Juan ran his fingertips over DJ's cum-coated lips, then leaned in to lick it all off.
DJ turned it all into a masculine, tongue-flicking kiss, his mind finally returning to earth, his heart so full of joy all he could do was moan and battle Juan's tongue around and smile at how sweet their lives were turning out to be.
[.....to be continued.....]
I hope you enjoyed this chapter of "Posing Strap Trio". Thank you for reading my story.