The following is a work of fiction, fantasies designed to excite the flesh as well as the mind. I appreciate comments and suggestions.
Buck was beside me. "I'm headed to the barracks." He said. "So, what do you think?" He asked as I walked with him.
"It's fantastic; the location couldn't be more beautiful and private. How long has it been here?" I asked
"The main building and cabins were built about 20 years ago. Geoff and I bought it ten years ago, then spent the next few years adding the other buildings, remodeling. We had plans for more expansion, but we can handle the occupancy with what we have and it's profitable so why fix something that's not broken? I change out the play rooms every so often, based on requests but mostly it's just maintenance." I followed him through the Barracks, he stopped once or twice to straighten the beds.
He moved quickly into the lavatory. At the urinal, my prick hardened again as he hauled out his plump meat and started to take a leak. "Ahhh." He sighed. He didn't stop me as I pulled down his shorts and grabbed a furry butt-cheek in one hand and his pissing hose in the other, it began to lengthen immediately. "Careful, you might get wet. Unless that's what you're into."
"When the mood strikes," I replied as I dropped to my knees. "But that's not what I want now."
I studied his crotch, two rounded goose-eggs held tightly in their downy sac. His cock, 8 inches, as thick at the head as at the base with a wide protruding vein running the length of the sizeable shaft. The fleshy rimmed cap, crimson and bloated, covered with a glistening mixture of piss and pre-cum. I breathed in his musk.
"Suck it," He growled shoving his cock into my mouth. "Gotta shoot, so horny!" I swallowed half the pole, gagging before I could control my throat, I pulled back tasting the dripping snot and dove down again as he thrust forward. My nose nuzzled his sweaty, pungent pubes. Sensing his urgency, I held onto his butt and let him fuck my mouth, first fast and furious, then long and slow, giving me a chance to taste his juicy rammer. I ran a hand under his shirt, pecs firm and fleshy, I pinched a stiff tit causing a shudder to run through him. "Yesssss." He sighed and picked up the pace again. I pushed up the t-shirt and grabbed his left tit with my other hand. He snarled as I pulled and twisted the sensitive nubs, his fuck-tube growing impossibly huge.
He pushed my face away and grabbed the spit-slickened rod, close to the edge. I stood, frantically pumping myself and fastened my mouth on his right nip. "Yeah, that's it baby, making me cum." His voice deep and throaty." Going to fucking empty my balls, ohhhh yeah." I felt the first hot blast hit my cheek, drip wetly down my face. With each grunt, another volley of spunk, by the fourth salvo I was ready. I pulled back and pounded my belching dick. I couldn't see, my body reeling with each contraction, gonads spasming sending the searing fluid racing to the tip of my shaft, exciting me further. With one final convulsion, I was spent.
"Impressive." I heard Buck's voice. As exhilaration ebbed, I was finally able to focus; we were both covered in pearly nut- sauce. "Give me an hour, I'll be ready to go again and make it last longer." He continued rubbing the drool around my mushroom making me tremble. "Looks like you're ready to go again." I was still impossibly hard. "Want a shower?" He asked me.
"No," I replied. "Think I'll take a walk and air dry." We held each other, our tongues battled. He then went towards the showers and I happily strolled outside. He was right, the painful ache in nuts was temporarily relieved but I was still horny. I look down, the sticky juices still dripping down my skin, my jock damp with our spilled loads, the sensitive tip of my erection poking at the coarse material.
I paused by Cabin 5, there was an outdoor shower where the twins were busily soaping each other. They had beefy bodies; firm, toned but not overly so, both covered with black curly hairs dripping with soap. As expected, two identical un-cut staffs jutted from a dense growth of black fur. They playfully grabbed each other through the suds.
Suddenly, muscle-man was at my feet, nose inches from my crotch, sniffing my soggy jock. I thrust slightly, he sighed loudly sniffing the stale gism. He tentatively ran his tongue along the pouch, until he found a particularly wet spot, he clamped his mouth down and sucked not only the cloth but also my left nut causing me to first wince, then sigh with pleasure. I watched his throbbing pole, stiff as iron, bouncing frantically as he chewed. He ran a finger from base to tip, then back again, his balls slipped tightly in his shaved groin. He ground his face in my crotch, finding another wet spot as he reached for his discarded jock, held it to the head of his straining member. Silently, no moans, no screams, he came. Globs of velvety-white sap oozed through the slit. Pulling away from me, he stared down as the last spasm died, his long tongue slithering out to sensuously lick the creamy load. One long, last milky strand dripped from the bulbous head as he stood now chewing the load in his jock.
"Fascinating." A voice said behind me. The twins, finished with their shower had been watching us. "I'm Luke, that's Loren." I stared at the pair. Luke was in a semi-squat, arms resting on enormous thighs, behind thrust back while his brother knelt behind with his face buried between the high-rounded cheeks. "Ahhhh," he purred stroking his turgid dick. "No one eats ass like Lorenzo."
"Enjoy yourselves, guys." I told them with a smile and made my way to the main building.
I retrieved my discarded pants that lay where I'd left them and headed to my room. I slipped into a fresh t-shirt and shorts after a quick shower and went down to the great room. The room suited the location; big, airy with a large stone fireplace, sofas and chairs, walls covered with bookshelves. JD sat in a far corner talking to another man however he motioned me away as I approached; he was `in-session' and didn't want to be disturbed. I sat and read for an hour, during which the Bear (Tom - I'd learned) came in to read as did Alex (the black man). It soon became too difficult to concentrate on anything but Alex, bare- chested on the sofa, reading with one hand under his sweats, idly playing with himself. I became increasingly horny watching the rounded tip of his beef-stick slip out and his hand dip further between his legs. It wasn't long before my boner poked out the side of my shorts. Alex, continually reading, slipped the sweats down and grabbed his balls, his chocolate skinned stalk waving straight up then falling, slapping loudly on his belly. Again and again he pulled and let go, the thunderous sound of flesh hitting flesh exciting me. I decided to see what was else was going on around the Retreat.
Back in my room, I lay on the bed and turned on the `in- house' channel. It took awhile to figure out how to pan through the rooms and stop the camera but soon I was cruising through with some speed. The rooms in the main building were mostly empty except for the athlete now dozing on his bed. The cabins were also quiet, the brothers having found somewhere else to explore. There were several people either eating or preparing meals in the kitchens. Muscle-man lounged in the hot-tub with JD's earlier fuck-bud. The Barracks was equally quiet. The hairy guy with tit- rings was in the shower, the man I'd seen sleeping in there earlier watching him, hand down the front of his pants playing pocket pool. The rooms below were empty except the garage, Blair was in there straightening up. I found the brothers, in the gym, working out in matching tight wrestling singlets.
I saw Jackson was in the processing of showing four new guests around; two were in Cabin 1, one in Cabin 2 and one the Barracks. I panned to the couple as they entered. The younger, a brunette in his early 20's, immediately stripped down to a baggy pair of boxers, revealing a tight swimmers body. He reached up and kissed the other, a man two decades older, Daddy. His shirt was slowly unbuttoned, the younger taking time to run his fingers through the forested, curly chest hair, burying his face in the man's pit as he pulled back the shirt. The boy knelt to untie the shoes, slip off the socks before turning his attention to the belt and pants, the man stepped out of them as they fell. The young hands roamed over the furry legs, up to gently caress the slab of swollen meat barely contained in a pair of white jockey shorts. As he reached for the waistband he was pulled back up in Daddy's strong arms.
Moving on, Cabin 2 was already empty. The new arrival to the Barracks was in the shower, washing away the dust of his journey. Tall, probably 6'4", bald with a nice body. He was soon joined by the arrival in Cabin 2, a thirty-something guy with smooth skin covered with several tattoos. The two watched each other shower with interest. My rising cock told me it was time for a walk.
I first stopped by the gym for a few minutes. The twins were at it, now naked on the weight bench. Loren, I assume on the bottom, tongue plunging in and out his brother's hairy butt-hole while his balls were getting a spit bath from Luke. Watching them made me think that's the closest you could be to licking you own ass. I snaked a hand down my crack, tickled the tight ring wondering what it would feel like. Luke whimpered as his brother sneaked two fingers into his wet, gaping hole while chewing his furry nut-bag.
My shorts were spotted with pecker juice as I walked out toward the hot-tub. JD introduced me to Max (his earlier fuck- bud), Daniel (muscle-man), Mike (the athlete) and Eric (the blond). JD was in the midst of explaining to the group different techniques to postpone orgasms. I sat and joined the group.
"Hank here," he said pointing to me. "Is a master at prolonging his climax."
"Except," I said clutching my balls, "when my left nut starts aching. Once that happens, nothing can stop me from..."
JD interrupted. "If any of you guys have a thing for taking a cum shower, that's the time to find Hank, get his nuts in a death grip, after a few hard tugs you won't be disappointed. I've seen this guy's spunk shoot over his head two, three times before he'd done unloading."
"Unless I'm aiming for my mouth." I said smiling. I observed the various methods each man used. Max holding his fattened shaft in his palm, with each squeeze the engorged head expanding. Daniel's long prick stood stiffly, fingertips running lightly up and down. Eric's thumb and forefinger wrapped at the base, clutching his nuts. Mike seemed closest to shooting, breathes in short, deep pants; hand wrapped around his 7 inches pumping rapidly.
"Been jacking for too long," He told the group. "I really need to pop." He leaned back, legs bent and spread. He popped a finger in his mouth and shoved it roughly up his hole. He closed his eyes, moaning continuously as be stroked. "Yes" he yelled. A gooey stream of semen spilled from his dick-lips just before the first arcing stream shot a foot in the air, followed by another four short blasts, his creamy deposit dripping through his pubic hairs.
I quietly got up and continued on towards the barracks. The door to Cabin 1 was closed but it didn't block the noises, moans and sighs, from inside. I was thankfully only half-hard as I entered the Barracks, I needed to take a leak. No one was around; I headed downstairs after emptying my bladder.
I paused at the door of the Dungeon, a video was playing. The screen showed four men, two in vests only, two naked - muscled bodies damp with sweat and oil. One was strapped to a frame while a second attached a ball stretcher and weights stopping occasionally to slap the meaty cock out of the way. Tit clamps were next. I could hear someone in the room moaning and the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Peeking around the door I was surprised to see Blair, his overalls unzipped to the crotch. His balls were tied to a thin strip of leather clipped to a small eye- hook in the floor. He stared at the video swaying back and forth, his balls tugged with each backward movement. What amazed me was his dick. For someone as tall and lanky, I wasn't expecting the 9 inches of bulky, fat man-meat he was stroking. He glanced at me, mouth open in a soundless cry, leaning back further, his nuts stretched painfully. I left him to his pleasures.
The two I'd seen earlier in the showers were in the garage. The tall man, wearing only a white t-shirt sat in the passenger side of the convertible with the seat back so he could get his feet on the dashboard. He worked a generous size dildo in and out his ass, lubed no doubt with the ample supply of grease. The second man knelt atop the hood stroking a 7 inch rammer with a notable curved upward. Both men watched me as I stripped and got in the driver side. I nestled back into the seat, the man on the hood shimmied over to my side and pressed himself against the windshield, fucking the glass in front of me with his well oiled prick.
"Bryan." The guy next to me said, leaning over with a greasy hand intent not on shaking hands but to grab my hot poker. I sighed as he stroked a liberal amount of lube up and down my shaft before turning his attention back to pummeling his hole.
"Dennis." The guy above me said, never missing a beat as he fucked the windshield.
The three of us continued the action, watching each other silently, lost in our own worlds. After another 5 minutes, Bryan leaned back against the door, one long leg slung across the seat, now long-stroking his meaty battering ram and pinching at his nips. I reached down, gripped the bottom of the slippery dildo, pulled it out and pushed quickly back. The resulting sigh of contentment was enough encouragement for me to continue.
"Hey, got room for a few more passengers?" A voice called from the door. The twins didn't wait for an answer, one walked over to the passenger side waving his stiffer in Bryan's face. "The real thing is so much nicer, want to take a ride?" In response, Bryan peeled back the tight skin with his tongue and licked the exposed head. It had to be Luke, by that time Loren was on the hood, face buried in Dennis' ass pushing his cock and balls flat against the windshield.
Luke settled in the seat next to me, it took some maneuvering for Bryan to fold his legs around in the tight space but he soon sat, impaling himself on Luke's steely fuck-pole with a heavy sigh. "Not as big, but so much sweeter." Bryan said as he began to bounce. Luke reached around Bryan's waist, hands around the jutting organ. Bryan set the pace, fucking himself with Luke's dick while pumping through the interlocked fingers.
Dennis and Loren were both squatting on the roof of the car, watching, hands in each other's crotches. I sat back not touching myself, I didn't need to, my cock had a life of its own, thumping a continuous rhythm. I contracted my muscles leaning slightly forward to tickle the head in my hair covered belly. The car rocked with the pace of the two screwing men. The smell of sex filled the room. I studied the four men. Based on their posture, breathing, expressions - who would be first to climax? I guessed Dennis who was now licking the dripping sweat from Loren's pit. His uniquely curved dick dribbling a bounty of silvery slime.
But it was Loren that bellowed "I'm gonna shoot!" Luke, finger's squeezing Bryan's tits, looked to see his brother rear up and let Dennis milk the frothy load from his prick, white heavy, wads of spunk that trickled down the glass. "Arghh." The strangled cry was Bryan's with his fist a blur, plunging down one final, time. He no longer stroked or pumped, he held the base of his bloated hose as it began to spurt, the first two streams hitting the inside of the windshield where Loren had cum. Hot creamy bullets fell on the dash, the floor, dribbled down his hard flesh.
His wad spent, Loren now feasted on Dennis' unbending erection. Spit dripped from the sides of his mouth as he sucked the hard flesh. Holding the cock firmly by the base he dipped up and down frantically. The rhythm matched his brother's furious fucking.
"Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum." Dennis began chanting. Loren's hand shot between his legs to Dennis' hole. He pulled the spraying rod out of his mouth, aiming the gushing poker around until his face was coated with cock-snot. I breathed in the heady scent of sex, sweat and scum sending a small spurt of jizz up my shaft. Luke grabbed Bryan's waist, pulling up then forcefully down - followed by a series of short jabs that emptied his balls.
It took a few moments for them to recover then all eyes turned to me. I shook my head no.
"Incorrigible." JD said from the doorway, standing next to Buck.
"Nope," he replied. "Amazing."
Buck treated us to dinner that night. It was a quiet, pleasant meal. A few of the men I'd seen around the Retreat were there the same time, Alex was sharing a table with Mike, Daddy and son, the twins, Eric and Tom at tables by themselves.
"So, Hank, " JD asked. "How's the left nut feeling?" I gave a swift kick in the direction of his shins. He continued, avoiding my sneer. "As I told you, Buck, Hank is a great example of self-control for my seminars. He`s perpetually horny, has no inhibitions, stays hard by sheer will and has unbelievable control. He can climax whenever he wants, with two exceptions, when his left nut aches and with a certain type of man."
"And that type is?" Buck asked.
"Very much like you!" JD responded." My foot connected with his ankle making him wince.
"That's not exactly true." I said defensively. "I have control however it's the intensity that's variable. You did those fucking volume experiments on me, JD. I have more intense orgasms and produce more sperm when my left ball hurts."
"Or with someone like me?" Buck asked.
I blushed. I didn't like where the conversation was going. In an attempt to change direction I asked Buck, "You mentioned Geoff, where is he?"
"Gone, cancer." He answered matter-of-factly.
I blushed again. "I'm so sorry." I said my face hot and flushed.
"No need," he replied standing up, offering me his hand. "JD, I'll let you know the results of my own volume tests, though you probably shouldn't rely on the authenticity." With that we walked out. His cell rang. I stepped into the bushes to take a piss as he talked.
He came up behind me. "How does your left nut feel?" Fingers rolling my balls as he asked.
"Not bad, yet." I told him.
He responded simply, "You're ass is mine." My jeans were slipped down and I could feel his fat fuck-pole nestle in my crack.
"Life's a bitch." I couldn't stop myself. "How's your control?"
"Depends. How tight is your ass?" He asked. "C,mon, it's getting cold, let's soak in the tub for awhile."
It was quiet as we walked along the path, Max sat on the porch of his cabin, as did Daddy (enjoying an after dinner smoke) as his Son massaged his back. There were two men already in the tub, Alex lay back with his eyes closed, the guy with tit rings staring up in the sky. The water felt, stark contrast to the cool, evening air. I began to doze, hand resting lightly on Buck's thigh. It was probably 10 minutes later that I woke up to soft, whimpering sighs. Bryan had quietly joined the group, he was yanking the tit-rigs and licking the bushy armpit. Alex sat atop the rim of the tub, towel wrapped around his shoulders fondling his growing erection. Bryan stood and poked the head of his cock into the dampened pit, murmuring a simple "Hot!" as the silky hairs tickled the burgundy tip. Buck was watching them, I moved my hand into his lap, he was hard. "Let's go rinse off in the Barracks and see if we can find some action." He said getting out of the tub.
We toweled off and raced naked past the cabins. The Barracks was warm, the showers deserted. We played each other as we rinsed. I told him about seeing Blair in the dungeon earlier and my amazement at the size of his dick.
"He gets more than his share of attention." Buck told me. "You should see him and Jackson together, they make quite the pair." Most of the rooms downstairs were empty, the office door slightly ajar. We paused for a few minutes, watching the Daddy, dressed in white shirt and slacks being orally serviced by his similarly dressed son. Across the hall, Mike was sitting atop the seat, facing to the back seat where Daniel sat, his muscular arms around Mike's thighs face buried in jock-covered crotch.
"Does it hurt yet" Buck stood behind me, slipping his shaft between my legs, bumping my balls with his wide cock-knob. I leaned back, feeling the warmth of this skin.
Another peek into the office, the naked young man lay spread across the desk, his daddy's face buried in the crack his slender white ass. One of the twins was in the dungeon, sweat streaming down his chest, arms cuffed high above his hand, a combination cock-ring and ball stretcher/separator made his pulsing organ beat rhythmically in the air. The video on the screen showed two men fucking noisily as they sucked, in turn on a thick, 8 inch cock continuously pushed between their faces. Buck's dick pounded against my thigh. I dropped to the floor and feasted on the dribbling meat causing a groan from the twin just as his brother walked into the room.
"Wow," he said looking at us then walked up to his brother. "You are gonna be so fucking hot, later." A big wad of spit dripped from his mouth landing on his brother's dick, he turned around, squatting and with practiced ease, slid his ass onto his brother's rammer. His brother sighed loudly, only getting a few quick jabs in before his twin pulled away. "He really loves it." He said walking past us. We followed him into the orgy room.