Tensome

A real live person. That is why there are probably coding errors in it.

This is a pornographic story about ten consenting adult males who meet on a train and have sex.

pornography, gay, orgy

This is a completely fictional story of all male sexuality. If you do not want to read such a story, you should stop reading and think about how you ended up here. If you did not want to read another of these disclaimers -- too bad, you just have. Do not read the story if it is illegal at that particular location. Take it home with you instead, since it is pretty long. Use a disk. Your own disk. Do not steal a disk. If the law in your country or state considers you too young to have sex, remember that reading is not sex. Words cannot legally be banned in any free country. Always, always practise safe sex, unlike the people in the story, who are imaginary and thus never get sick unless otherwise indicated. This story is free for all. It should not be distributed for money. No one may charge you money for it. Copyright Derek Diq 1997. Feel free to mail me with comments or questions at derekdiq@hotmail.com. Just keep it real.

Tensome

by Derek Diq

The train came to a halt. Looking out of the windows on both sides, none of the guys could see why. On one side there was only the steep mountain side, on the other was just a vast field of snow. They had stopped in the middle of nowhere, on a snowy slope in Siberia. The train did not move.

Since there were only eight passengers on the train, the staff had only prepared one compartment for daytime use, by opening the wall between two night compartments and turning the beds into seats, leaving the other ten night compartments unchanged. So the guys all ended up in one room. Some had been sleeping for most of the afternoon, but some were talking and playing cards. Now they wondered what had happened.

24 year old Kaveem was in one of the bathrooms at each end of the car, shaving. He felt the train slowing in and stopping, and held the razor away from his chin before the impact of the brakes shook the car. The sound of metal against metal, then silence.

Kaveem looked at his face in the dirty mirror, posing, admiring his own handsome looks, stretching the skin to see if he had missed a spot. His skin had a dark hue that hinted to his origin in southern India. He had removed his shirt to avoid getting it wet. It was extremely cold outside, but inside all the electric heaters were on, making the railway car nice and warm.

Checking his left cheek he got an idea. He took the can of shaving gel and raised his left arm, ruffling his long hair and pulling the hair away from his dark brown eyes as he put his hand on the back of his head and held it there. He looked in the mirror at the tuft of wiry, very dark brown hair in his armpit, then applied the gel. It felt cool against the moist warmth of the armpit. Kaveem put the can down and massaged the gel into the hair with four fingers of his right hand.

Without rinsing his hand he grabbed the razor and started shaving away the smoothened, soapy hair. There was quite a lot of it on the edge of the sink when he was done with both armpits. Not wanting to block the drain, he put the hair in the waste basket and covered it with a paper towel. He didn't want any of the other guys to start joking about it.

As he was looking at the result in the mirror, comparing his naturally smooth chest with his newly smooth armpits, hands on top of his head, his hair reaching his naked shoulders, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey! You fall in? The other one's busy too, and I really, really need to go!" Mitchell banged on the locked door. Kaveem put his shirt back on in a hurry and opened the door. The redhaired American looked at him with a smile that Kaveem would have recognized if he hadn't been in such a hurry to leave.

Mitchell shut the door but didn't lock it, just in case, but Kaveem was already back in his seat. Markku, N'Komo, Ernando and Paolo were playing cards, and Kaveem joined them after the next deal.

Mitchell unbuttoned his jeans and took out a fine piece of cut meat . Aiming at the bottom of the bowl, he let out a strong jet of hot urine that made a foaming sound when it hit the water. When he was done, he let the remaining few drops leave the slit in his cockhead, shook his full-sized penis and put it back in.

Taking a piss always reminded him of shooting a load, something he had done often during the 27 years of his life. The way the urine makes the nerves tingle when it rushes out through the member, the way it looks as it gushes out. Mitchell felt himself grow harder as he thought of it.

He opened the door and went back to the others, keeping his legs wide apart as he strode along the hall, so that his erection wouldn't be so obvious. Before he opened the door to the compartment he decided to turn it upwards and let his broad belt take care of hiding it, just in case. He didn't notice that the bottom button in his fly had opened from the straining cock beneath. There was no opening, and he was wearing underwear, but that undone button still added to his already striking apperance, making him look even sexier.

As Mitchell entered, the others were playing cards. By now Kaveem had joined the game, and Mitchell sat down to do the same. On the seats next to each other he saw Josh, the Israeli guy, and Liu, the Korean, fast asleep. Josh's head had rolled to his left, and Liu's had rolled to his right, so they were only inches away from each other. Mitchell thought they looked like a couple. That thought made his cock stir again. He turned his eyes to the cards.

Josh had gone to sleep first. He was wearing blue denims and a faded grey sweater. His very short, curly hair had a light brown nuance that somehow seemed to match his green eyes. He was 26 years old. Glancing at him from time to time and liking what he saw, Liu decided to get some excuse to sit himself next to him. After adjusting the luggage on the rack, he sat down casually next to the boy of his interest.

It felt nice just to sit there, relaxing, watching the others playing cards, watching Josh sleep, watching Josh's denim clad crotch move as he dreamt, quickly looking away again... Josh put his right hand over his now bulging crotch, as if to hide it, but then Liu saw that he was actually squeezing his balls very carefully in his sleep.

An erection was beginning to tent out Liu's chinos, so he put his left hand over his own crotch and pretended to go to sleep too, tilting his head towards Josh, both to get closer and to see more of those great thighs and knees and the creases where Josh's groin started. Nothing helps falling asleep like pretending to sleep. After a little while the 23 year old Korean slipped into a wonderful dream, still covering his hardon with one hand. It looked perfectly innocent.

While Kaveem and Mitchell were out of the compartment, there were only four guys playing cards. Markku, 29, from Finland, was a gigantic blond hunk who stood 6'5" tall. As if to match him, there was a 28 year old Black nobleman called N'Komo, who was from Nigeria. He was 6'3" tall. The two men sat opposite each other, knees touching at times. Markku sat on the seat and N'Komo sat on a chair that they had borrowed from the cafe, with his back to Liu and Josh. To Markku's left sat Ernando and Paolo. Ernando was 24 years old and came from Colombia. Paolo was 25, from Portugal.

Next to Markku's blond, crew-cut hair Ernando's hair looked like dark, dark brown satin, combed back over his head, away from his thin, youthful face. Around his mouth Ernando had a very short cut beard, only a couple of millimeters, that covered his upper lip, his chin and about an inch to each side. The darkness of the hair brought out the healthy redness of his masculine lips.

Paolo had curly, light brown hair that sometimes got in his eyes, only to be pushed aside with the back of his hand. Paolo's mouth was wide and full of white teeth that were a bit uneven. That flaw could only be detected when Paolo smiled his broadest grin, and then only after looking a long time. Paolo smiled a lot and Markku looked a lot.

The only one of the guys at that time who wasn't reacting in some way to the others was N'Komo. He had very short, curly, black hair and his smooth skin was almost as black. He was playing cards and enjoying it. Once in a while the others would see him lick his full lips and shift in his seat, when he was thinking of going to the bathroom and whipping his meat good, but that thought usually passed. Of course, he wouldn't mind one or two or all of his fellow passengers in there with him, but he was in control of his feelings and knew when there was a time for sex and when not. He was very rarely wrong about that. This time, however, he was.

Working in the cafe was Mahmet, a 22 year old Turkmenian. He had just finished clearing the tables after lunch and sat half-asleep by the cash register. Mahmet felt the electric heaters working overtime. The heat was making him drowsy. He stood up and went over to the climate control, where he attempted to lower the temperature a few degrees. It didn't seem to work. The knob turned without clicking as it should do when it passes the current temperature, and Mahmet decided that the controls wouldn't work. He gave up trying and sat down on one of the chairs at a table, resting his head on his arms. He fell asleep.

The 22 year old Russian conductor, Yury, left the other bathroom, straightening his dark red uniform. He hadn't been masturbating, but he had been thinking about it, slowly pulling his foresking back and forth over the shiny cockhead, but finally wiping his ass and getting up. It always felt good to take a shit. When he was younger he often thought of how it would feel to have someone's cock up his ass, if it would feel as good. He had guessed that that would be even better, and he had been right.

Wondering about the unexpected stop, Yury went towards the intercom to talk to the engineer. As he passed the compartment where the eight passengers were, he opened the door and looked in. He said, "I don't know why we've stopped, I'm gonna check what's up." He looked at Josh and Liu, who were leaning against each other in their sleep. The sight made his stomach quiver with those all-too-familiar feelings.

He quickly shut the door again and went to the staff intercom next to the sealed door that was as close to the engine he could get without going out into the freezing cold.

"What's going on, Dmitri?" he asked.

"The track is blocked. There's been a small avalanche right in front of us," Dmitri said. "I don't think the track is damaged, and I've already called Central to let them know."

"Oh yeah? What did they say?" Yury was getting a bit nervous.

"The ones I talked to first seemed quite upset, to say the least. But they calmed down when I told them that nothing really is damaged. We still have electricity, so the cable must be intact."

Hearing that, Yury relaxed a little. "Yeah, we're fine here too. The heat is still working. What are we going to do?"

"They said they were sending a rescue team, but it'll take them at least 18 hours to get here in this weather, since they're gonna have to clear the tracks behind us at a couple of places, too. I told them we were going to be fine."

"Uh-huh. We've got plenty of food here. It will be enough for at least three whole days, since we've only got eight passengers. How about you? You'll have to go outside to get here."

"No, I've got my lunch here, and I bought a lot of food back there. I haven't been home for a month, so I needed to fill the refrigerator. Besides, it's freezing out there! I don't want to be going out till they get here!"

"All right then. I'll tell the passengers. Talk to you later." Yury hung up the phone. This was going to be interesting.

Yury went to the cafe to talk to Mahmet. He found him sound asleep, his head to one side, resting on his uniformed arms. Yury quietly sat down next to Mahmet and started to wake him up. First, he softly blew on Mahmet's black hair, causing it to move gently across his forehead. Mahmet did not react. Then, Yury decided to get a little braver. Knowing that any one of the passengers could walk into the cafe at any time, he slowly opened his mouth and extended his tongue.

As he moved toward Mahmet's ear, he could hear his heart rushing and feel his male organ filling with hot blood. Reaching the earlobe with his tongue, Yury succeded in waking Mahmet, but that did in no way mean that he stopped. After tracing his colleague's chin with his tongue, Yury then licked Mahmet's warm lips and ended up kissing him passionately. Mahmet responded and soon his tongue had slipped into the other's mouth, mingling the two young men's saliva and feeling their quivering breath.

"Mmmmh, that's a nice way to wake up, man..." Mahmet said. He reached over Yury's shoulders and hugged him closer. They kissed again. Mahmet rose and stood next to Yury, feeling their bulging crotches meet and rub against each other.

Yury said, "Oh yeah, I was gonna tell ya--the train is stuck and we're gonna have to wait here for the rescue team to come." He looked his lover in the eye and smiled, still holding him in his arms. "I think it's gonna be just great. We just have to tell the passengers and then we'll go to our compartment and...relax." Mahmet smiled, too, knowing what that usually meant.

They went through the narrow hall outside the compartments with one arm haning on the other's shoulder, but when they got to the door, they straightened out their uniforms and their appearance before they opened it.

Yury stepped in first. "Good afternoon," he said. "There has been a bit of an accident. That's why we've stopped. Er... We probably won't get anywhere for about 18 hours. The track is blocked in both directions, so we have to wait here for the crew that's coming to clear it. We have food and water--free drinks if you like--and the electricity is still on, so there is no real danger. But if you have to be somewhere tonight, I'm sorry to say, you won't. You can use the phone in the cafe if you need to."

First there was silence. Liu and Josh looked up, wanting to know what was going on and what had happened. Then everyone started talking. It turned out that none of the passengers really minded being stranded in the middle of nowhere, as long as there was free booze and some warm radiators. No one had had anything planned for the night--they hadn't been expecting much from that particular Siberian town anyway, so all in all this was a turn for the better.

"Since you won't be doing much work for a while, why don't you sit down with us. Join the game," Mitchell said. Mahmet and Yury almost looked at the other one for approval, but didn't. They were hoping not to be too obviously longing to be alone together. Mitchell continued: "'Course you'll have to grab a couple of chairs first..."

Yury quickly went back to the cafe and brought not only two folding chairs, but also a large bottle of vodka. He was greeted with a roaring cheer from the guys when he returned. "Where are the shot glasses, man?" he asked Mahmet.

"Don't worry, we'll drink out of the bottle," Markku said.

Mahmet got up anyway, handing over his cards to Yury. "I'll get them. You take care of this hand for me."

When Mahmet got back, the bottle had already been passed around and the glasses didn't seem needed. He put them on the shelf above Liu and Josh. They were still not quite awake, but the vodka had got their blood pumping a little faster. Liu at one time had both hands in his lap. The tent was getting too visible... But he managed to control it and it went down again. The bottle came round for the second time.

Paolo kept winning the game, and soon he wanted the others to start playing for more money. They all said no, not because they didn't have more but because they didn't want to lose more at every hand. The bottle had gone round a number of times, and the group was getting louder and looser. The vodka was getting scarce.

Mahmet, seeing this, got up--with a "Whoa! I didn't drink that much!"--and went to the cafe again. He came back with two more bottles of the kind.

Then Ernando got an idea to raise the stakes without having to give away more of his money to Paolo. "Hey, whaddaya say the one who loses gets to do something the winner tells him to?"

"Sure. I'm gonna be hard on you, though." Paolo smirked, confident that his winning streak would last.

Soon after, Liu decided to join the game, too. He got himself a chair and sat down between Paolo and Mahmet, who was sitting next to Yury.

It was getting difficult using just one deck of cards as the number of players grew. Mitchell rummaged through his backpack and found another deck, which they added to the first. Then they had to improvise a few new rules to make the game work. None of them was all that bright after the first bottle of vodka, so it didn't really matter. They were having fun, anyway. Josh sat down between Paolo and Ernando.

The first to lose a hand under the new rules was, of course, Ernando, the one who had made the suggestion. Paolo was just as naturally the winner.

"So..." Ernando said, looking at Paolo. "Whatcha gonna make me do?"

Paolo couldn't think of anything better than making Ernando take another sip of vodka, which everyone, Paolo included, thought pretty lame. When Ernando had taken his sip, they passed the bottle around again, ten pairs of lips feeling the glass, one after the other.

It was already rather dark out, a cold winter evening, but inside the air was nice and hot. Hot and moist, actually. "Damn it's hot in here," Kaveem said, wiping beads of sweat from his face and brushing away a strand of hair from his eyes.

"Yeah, but it sure beats being frozen. I tried to take it down a notch before, but the controls didn't work," Mahmet said. He looked at Kaveem, holding his gaze just a bit too long. He liked what he saw. Lingering on Kaveem's sensuous lips Mahmet felt a familiar stirring between his legs. He turned his head and happened to look straight into Yury's eyes. The stirring got worse and he had to shift in his seat.

Yury smiled at him and gave him a nudge with his right leg to get Mahmet to take a peek at his cards, holding them at an angle. Mahmet's erection started to get painful and he discreetly adjusted it. Yury noticed it of course and winked. On another level of consciousness, everyone noticed. Within a minute all ten were shifting in their seats and "discreetly" adjusting their full packages. The mood and the conversation was turning to sex.

They decided to change the rules again. Mitchell was first to suggest it: "Since it's so hot here, having to take of your clothes isn't really that harsh either, but it sure beats that 'truth or dare' thing we've got going now. Whaddaya say, dudes?"

N'Komo laughed. "Hey, truth or dare, that wouldn't be all bad either! Can't we do both? Or truth or strip?"

The others liked both alternatives. A chorus of eight dark voices agreed to make a try: "Yeah."

Not knowing what they'd really decided on, they played another hand. This time, Paolo wasn't the winner. It was Mitchell, and the loser was Markku.

"OK, man... truth or strip or dare or whatever," Mitchell said.

"Truth."

The guys booed. "Chicken!"

Markku didn't take it too seriously. The vodka hadn't had as great an effect on his huge body as on some of the smaller guys, but he was waaay relaxed.

"No, sssh, I'll ask him something. Er... When was the first time you used a condom?"

Mitchell grinned, pleased to have turned the situation around. "I was fifteen," Markku said. "I wanted to give it a try, but I didn't really like it."

"What do you mean? You never wear a condom? That's fucking lethal!"

Markku smiled back at Mitchell: "Sure I do. But there are other ways of playing it safe, too, man. Besides, I'm so big I can't wear a regular condom. The standard size is just too tight for my meat."

The others gawked at Markku.

"What?" he said, wanting them to believe him. "It is!" Mitchell looked incredoulusly at him. Markku continued: "Well, I don't have to wear a lot of condoms anyway. I've had the same boyfriend for four years. But I guess I'm gonna have to start again now, since we broke up a month ago."

Mitchell ignored the bit about the boyfriend, saying "Wow, a whole month without sex?"

"Yeah, I haven't been in the mood, you know."

Paolo looked at them both. "Whoa, whoa! Wait a minute! What's this boyfriend talk? You gay?!"

"Come on, it's the nineties! You still have a problem with that?"

"Well, yeah! Getting a boyfriend to hang around for four years, that is..." Paolo grinned.

At first, no one said anything. Then someone started laughing. Quietly at first, then louder, making all the others laugh too. The tension disappeared, and they continued playing. During the condom talk, the seven guys not involved had been re-adjusting their now blatantly apparent boners, and Yury and Mahmet had been exchanging glances.

Mitchell reached for the bottle down on the floor, but when he saw that it too was empty, he said "Hey, Mahmet, you got any beer over in that bar of yours? We'll save that last bottle of vodka for later."

"Yeah, sure. I'll go get it." Mahmet waited till his turn was over and then he left to get the beer. Mitchell followed his uniformed ass out the door with his eyes, imagining what the skin could look like underneath the dark red fabric. Before he knew it, it was his turn again. He was loosing big and loving it.

When Mahmet returned, carrying a whole lot of beer bottles, Mitchell was just removing his shirt on the orders of Liu.

"It was your own idea, wasn't it?" Liu laughed.

The beer went down fast, since they were all sweating rivers. Many of them kept returning their gaze to Mitchell's bare chest, where drops of sweat were trickling down the perfectly smooth, rosy skin. The nakedness didn't seem to bother him. His dark nipples were standing out in the chill that his evaporating sweat provided. When he was reaching for a new card, Kaveem noticed that Mitchell also had shaved his armpits. Kaveem started wondering if that smoothness was all natural, or if Mitchell maybe shaved other parts of his body too.

Next to lose was Josh, who at the command of Ernando removed his shirt. He was not as defined as Mitchell, but he had a nice swimmers build and a thin dusting of hair over his upper chest, especially around the nipples. He wasn't sweating as much, either, but he dried his pecs with his shirt anyway, looking casually at Liu. Liu felt like his guts were on fire, and it was not because of the vodka mixing with his second bottle of beer.

After a while, all were shirtless and dripping with sweat. Somehow the temperature in the compartment had gone up when they were wearing less clothes. They all found it rather odd. All but for N'Komo, who now was well aware of what was coming.

Liu's chest was naturally smooth, and darker than Josh's, but otherwise he was of about the same build. Markku, on the other hand, had a more hair, of a golden blond color that went well with his fair skin, and a fantastic definition--almost as great as the professional bodybuilder that had been his boyfriend.

Ernando had a hairy chest, too, and he was also rather muscular, but not like Markku. Paolo was hairless and had more of a swimmers build. Both of them had that Latin Lover dark hue that made the others shift once more in their seats.

N'Komo was almost as muscular as Markku, but not quite. He had smooth, very dark skin which glittered with sweat. Kaveem enjoyed the sight as he was taking off his own shirt and revealing a well-defined, smooth chest and his newly shaven armpits. He wasn't as sweaty or as muscular as N'Komo, not even as muscular as Mahmet, who was 2 years younger, but he still looked good enough to eat--as so many men had pointed out to him while they were doing just that.

Yury and Mahmet both looked embarassed when their shirts came off. They had taken off their jackets much earlier--because of the heat and not because they had lost--and put them in a pile on the floor. Now they put their shirts on the same pile and looked at each other's chests.

Mahmet was the muscular one, Yury was more of a swimmer. Mahmet was rather hairy, but the black, short, and curly didn't touch an inch of his back. Yury knew that the small amount of hair at the bottom of Mahmet's back continued below the line of his pants, spreading across his lover's firm ass cheeks.

Yury had some chest hair, but it was more like the dusting of the pecs that Josh had. The reason for their embarassment was that they realized that they were putting their clothes in the same pile, just as they usually did. Dressing in the morning is so much easier when two guys who have to wear the same kind of uniform are also the same size and sleep in the same bed, but now Yury and Mahmet were worried that it would be too obvious.

Normally, it wouldn't have been too obvious, of course, but then they noticed the hickies that covered their pecs and bellies... Everyone saw it, but no one commented. They felt relieved not to have to explain the situation to a bunch of guys they didn't know, even though they had been happy that the condom conversation and the revelations about both Markku and Paolo hadn't turned into a nasty argument.

The hot air in the compartment was now full of human moisture, smelling of locker room and sauna. Simply breathing in the atmosphere was enough to keep the guys hard. The game continued, the guys laughing more and touching more for every hand. By accident or on purpose, they were bumping into each other and patting each other on the shoulder, rubbing their thighs against the guys next to them, feeling their own sweaty pecs with the palm of their hand and then landing that palm on the back of the next guy.

When everyone had got both their socks off, Ernando was the first to lose his pants.

Mahmet looked him over, noticing the distinct bulge in his crotch and smiling. "All right, you'll have to take off your pants. That's all you got left, man."

Ernando was getting red in the face, but he immediately complied with the rules he had suggested. He unbuckled his belt. Slowly, very slowly, he started unbuttoning his fly, trying to will his hardon down. When he got to standing up and pulling the faded blue jeans down over his thighs, it was much softer than before, but it was still very clear that he was excited.

His boxer shorts were moist with sweat and clung to his skin like tights. The outline of his very, very thick penis was clearly visible to all who were looking on with interest. They all were.

When Ernando sat down again, having pulled the trouser legs over his naked feet, thus turning the jeans inside out, Mitchell started clapping. The others joined in, and Ernando stood up and took a bow. From behind him, Mitchell could see the fabric rising up between Ernando's flexing buttocks.

After that, things went pretty fast. It was almost as if the others wanted to lose, in order to join Ernando in exposing themselves. Josh, then Markku, then Mitchell, then Liu got their pants off, one after the other.

Now five guys were almost naked, getting looks from the other five and each other as soon as they weren't looking in that particular direction. Boners were beginning to show again, even though they still wanted to hide them. All five pairs of boxer shorts had obvious folds and creases.

Looking long enough, Liu actually managed to see the folds in Josh's crotch move as more blood flowed into the throbbing organ. When he looked up, he noticed Mitchell watching him. His face turned red, but Mitchell just winked and smiled. Liu suddenly noticed that Mitchell had a wet spot on his shorts, just as Liu himself felt that he had.

Then Kaveem, Yury, and Mahmet lost, one after the other. Eight out of ten were sitting there with their boners practically in the open. Kaveem's shorts had a button fly, so Mitchell and Markku, who were sitting at the best angle, got a good look of his dark pubic hair and what seemed to be, but not entirely clearly was, the young man's swelling thang.

Paolo had started winning again, and when it became his turn to remove his jeans, he and N'Komo were the only two guys still in their pants. Looking around the group of near-naked men eagerly eyeing him with raging hardons showing clearly through their boxers, Paolo put a hand down the front of his pants and adjusted his package before stripping out of his jeans. Unlike the others, he was wearing briefs and not boxers. His erect penis lay to the right over his hip, held in place by the strap of the briefs, which just barely covered its thickness and length.

The last to lose his pants was N'Komo. He had been winning a lot, after a while telling the guys to take off just one sock, in order to prolong the game. Now no one but him was wearing anything, except for their shorts, and he had only his pants left.

A thick ridge was visible along the inside of N'Komo's right thigh, ending about a hand's width below his crotch. He first had one hand there, trying to cover it from sight, but the tip showed anyway, and as the others didn't bother about their obvious, unhidable erections, N'Komo had decided not to bother either.

Josh smirked when his winning hand hit the table. "Off they come, N'Komo!"

N'Komo smirked right back at him and stood up, unbuttoning his fly. He carefully folded the two halves of the fly to the side to show the guys what was going to happen the next second. N'Komo wasn't wearing any underwear.

As he pulled his trousers down toward his knees, N'Komo felt how the tension of having his manhood constrained disappeared. He heard someone gasping, and then he stood up again, kicking off his pants and stepping out of them. His throbbing cock was painfully hard, pointing out at an upwards angle from his hips, aiming straight at Ernando's wide eyes.

Markku couldn't take his eyes from the massive black cock, either. No one could. It was uncut, 9-1/2 inches long and about 5-1/4 inches in circumference. The big head was shining with precum, and precum was still leaking out of the dark piss slit.

N'Komo took his foreskin between his right index finger and thumb and pulled it forward, over the glowing head, spreading the precum evenly across the hot, slick surface. Then he sat down again. "Let's keep playing, guys," he said and smiled hornily.

Yury won next, and Markku was going to heed his command. Having watched N'Komo's enormous cock and getting curious about Markku's statements earlier, Yury stood up, his erection tenting out his thin boxer shorts.

"We have some condoms in the pharmacy box. I wanna see if Markku was telling the truth," Yury said. He left, almost running, before he had to explain himself.

He ran to the cafe, threw out the contents of a large box onto one of the tables, and returned less than a minute later, one large cardboard package in his right hand.

"Wow, that's a thousand condoms, dude!" Mitchell said.

Yury shook his head and looked at Mahmet as he answered the American. "No, it's only three quarters full." He and Mahmet had been using a lot of condoms lately.

"Sure," said Markku, pulling his shorts down and kicking them aside. His balls hung low, touching the seat of his chair when he sat down. His big, fat member rose hard and solid from his blond, wiry-haired groin, stretching 9-3/4 inches in front of him. That was a little longer than N'Komo, but he wasn't much thicker. A little, but not a lot.

Mahmet handed him a condom from the box, and Markku opened its wrapper. He stood up to give the guys a better look, and then he took a few steps forward and placed himself in front of Yury. He was holding his hands by his sides, palms out, almost shrugging, as if to say "no contest". Then he pushed his hips forward, thrusting his massive cock toward Yury's face. He held out the rubber with both hands and tried to get its tight ring across the wide head of his drooling manhood.

"See? Can't be done. I need a bigger size." He smiled at Yury's stare and watering mouth.

"They stretch much more than that," Ernando said.

"Oh yeah? What do you know?" Markku said.

Ernando hesitated, but then he looked Markku straight in the eye and said "My cock's a bit thicker than that."

"You kiddin' me?! Awright, you try it, then!" Markku tossed the sticky rubber to Ernando, who stood up and positioned himself in front of Markku's huge dick.

Everyone could see that Ernando had one major hardon under his shorts, but it was not nearly as long as either Markku's or N'Komo's. Before Markku could react, Ernando reached down and pulled the rubber over the Finn's hot dickhead.

As Ernando was rolling the tightly stretched condom down along the throbbing shaft, Markku let out a sigh of surprise. "Hell, I thought you were gonna show it on your own dang wang! Hey, that feels kinda good, man..."

Yury looked on with rising excitement. "I guess you were wrong, Markku," he said. "But I'd sure like to see you do it on yourself too, Ernando..."

Ernando nodded to Mahmet, who already was standing by with another rubber.

Oblivious of the fact that he didn't have to do anything of the kind, Ernando pulled down his shorts and revealed a shortish but very fat cock. It was about 6 inches long, and it had a circumference of at least 6-1/4 inches.

The air in the compartment had a strong smell of sex. Nine guys watched, mesmerised, as Ernando pulled the condom over the head of his cock and rolled it down to his dense, black pubic hair. He had the thickest cock they had seen in a long time--some of them never outside a magazine.

"Wow..." Mahmet said, no longer forcing himself to act indifferent about the situation.

"Yeah, wow," Mitchell added.

All ten were now sitting down again, cocks poking up at their boxer shorts, some even sticking out one way or the other. Markku and Ernando were wearing condoms that squeezed their already hard erections and made them grow even harder. N'Komo watched them get bigger inside the tight rubber and his massive member swelled too.

Paolo's cock was now completely erect, and he had no way of hiding it any more. It was pointing straight up at his navel, following the crease in his washboard stomach. The elastic in his briefs was holding it firm against his belly, and his balls were still covered by the white cotton. Some of Paolo's pubic hair was showing next to the shaft of his cock, but details like that were not noticed at the time.

"So, do we continue or what?" N'Komo said, shuffling the cards.

"Yeah, sure..." answered the others, having moved their eyes from Markku's meat to N'Komo's. They agreed that the next hand would be the last, and that the winner would decide a penalty for all of them, not just the guy with the worst hand. They all hoped it to be something sexual, even though no one still had said the word "sex" out loud. They didn't have to.

When Josh won, nobody expected him to say what he did. He had seemed a bit cautious and shy. "I want you to shoot a load into these glasses and then drink your own cum! The one who cums last has to drink mine!"

The guys reacted wildly. First "What?!" and "No WAY!!" then "Aw, come on, let's just do it and get it over with..." Then they realized that all of them wanted to have sex together, and that they didn't have to act.

Josh passed the shot glasses around and he and the others who were still wearing something got completely naked, kicking off their boxers and letting their erections grow to full power. They sat looking at each other for a few seconds, maybe a minute, but then N'Komo started jacking his rigid tool.

He used both hands at first, fucking his fists to get started, and then he went over to the usual right-handed handjob. Seeing him got the others started, not only because they were turned on by the magnificent sight, but also because they wanted to compete with him. Not that anyone would mind cumming last. Josh spit in his left palm and started at a slower pace, gripping his balls with his right hand.

"Aaah! Aaaaaaahhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Liu shot a big load onto his belly, strands of cum reaching all the way to his shoulders, a pool of white semen gathering in his navel. He used the glass to scrape it up, and then he lifted it to his mouth.

He had tasted his own many times. At the age of 14, he had learned how to suck his own cock, and he could still do it, so once in a while he would shoot a load straight into his own throat. This time he used a glass. He was used to the salty taste and that special sticky friction that cum gives to your tongue, but drinking cum in the company of nine guys who were beating off at an astonishing pace in order to do the same did enhance the experience.

"Aaaaaahhh! Unnhhhh!" Mitchell came, and his whole body jerked as the pleasure drained his powers. He had his left hand cupped beneath the slit. He felt the first blast of cum hit and spill over onto the floor. The next blast went over his hand and hit the inside of his left thigh. That would normally have been a hairy spot, but Mitchell had done some shaving together with two guys in Moscow just three nights earlier, and his entire body was hairless, save for the red hair on his head.

When ejaculation had subsided, Mitchell tilted his hand and poured the juices into the glass. Following Liu's example, he scraped the cum from his thigh with the glass. Then he drank it.

"Unnnhhhhhhh! Hrrraaaaaaah!" Mahmet convulsed, shooting a large load all over his hairy chest. His cock was very thick, too, but more in the range of Markku and N'Komo than the monster thickness of Ernando. Mahmet's erection was curved upwards and had a large vein that caught the attention of anyone looking at it. For the moment, Liu, Mitchell, and Josh were looking at their blasting companion.

Mahmet dotted his pecs and abs with drops of hot cum, and before he took the glass to gather it all up, he licked his right index finger, which was dripping with his load.

"Huuuhhh! Huh! Hunnnh!" Markku held his glass in the stream of sperm and managed to get just as much of it on the outside as on the inside. He had to lick his whole hand clean before taking a sip from the glass. Then he licked the outside of the glass too. He had torn the condom from his huge meat when he started jacking off, to give himself some more room.

Realizing that he would have to drink his own cum and in effect lose the competition to the other guys if he was the last one to cum, Josh started working his meat faster. He applied some more spit and it felt great. Before he knew it, he was firing a load onto himself. He got it into his glass and waited. He had a surprise in store for the last guy.

"Haaaahhhhhh!" Ernando filled his condom with hot, steaming semen. Pumping out wad after wad into the tight rubber, he threw his head back and enjoyed. "YEAH!!! YEE-HAH!" As his penis shrunk after ejaculating for more than 30 seconds, Ernando grabbed the condom and pulled it off. The thick organ was glistening with sperm that had been smeared out by the condom.

Ernando didn't go limp after his violent orgasm, instead he noticed himself swelling again when he got the rubber off. When he looked around at his cum-eating, grinning friends he saw that they all were sporting big erections. They were taking it easy, watching the competition. Now they were looking at him. Ernando emptied the condom into his shot glass, which became almost full.

"Man, you shoot a lot, dude!" Mitchell said, admiring the amount of hot spunk as Ernando was gulping it down.

"Oooohhh! Ahhh! Unnnh!" Yury's load drooled along the back of his hand and he quickly got it into the glass and drank it. Some sperm oozed out of his slit as he was tasting the first blast, making his once again erect, uncut penis look like a volcano. It ran down the shaft, back and front. It slowed down when it reached the curly hair at the base. Eventually it found its way across his fuzzy balls. When Yury noticed it, he took four fingers and swept it up. He licked them thoroughly.

Mahmet watched, wishing that it would be him licking Yury's fingers, as he had done so many times before.

"Mmmmmh!!!" N'Komo opened his mouth and shot straight into it, without missing a drop. Then he took the glass and let out the semen that he hadn't swallowed. It ran along his tongue and dripped from the tip into the waiting glass. The seven guys watching were amazed that his stiffy hadn't gone down one bit. The black, shiny pole was still as erect as when N'Komo was ejaculating into his own mouth. He tilted the glass and slowly swallowed his load.

"Yaaaaahhh! Yeah!" Paolo pulled his foreskin back one more time and let his cum out. It burst onto his smooth stomach and chest in short, rapid spurts.

He didn't shoot a lot, so Mitchell said "You been wackin' off today already, man?"

"Yeah, I had to go twice this morning. I get kinda hot."

"Come on, eat it before it sinks in!"

"Oh yeah..."

Mitchell smiled as Paolo took a glass and wiped himself off. Then Paolo slowly licked the glass clean, with his eyes locked to Mitchell's. All the guys could see his tongue inside the glass, stirring the sperm, lapping it up.

Kaveem had lost the game. He was playing slowly with himself, looking at Paolo drinking cum, when Josh handed him the shot glass with his cum in.

"Here. You drink this, and I'll drink yours!"

"What? I..." Kaveem didn't say anything more.

Josh squatted before him and quickly took the tip of his hot, hard penis in his mouth. "Mmmh!" they both said. The others weren't shocked at all. They just watched with growing anticipation.

Opening wide, Josh managed to get more and more in. He was in many ways an expert cocksucker, something that had been pointed out to him many times. Applying some suction, he started to move his head in circles and double circles.

Kaveem groaned and whined and soon his previous work on his meat payed off, sending a creamy wad down Josh's throat. Josh pulled away, first recieving a blast in his mouth, then letting Kaveem glaze his face with the rest of his load.

Kaveem stood up, pulling Josh with him so that he was standing on his knees. Just as the others after their ejaculations, Kaveem was hard as a rock again only seconds later.

"Anyone else want a piece of me?" Kaveem said with a wide grin, putting his hands behind his neck and arching his back, making his glistening hardon bob in front of him. Liu, Mitchell, and N'Komo reacted immediately.

Four young men were standing on their knees before Kaveem, fighting to get some part of his wonderful genitals into their mouths. The head of the cock, the left side of the shaft, the right side of the shaft, the heavy sack of balls... Their mouths were everywhere, alternating, kissing across Kaveem's hot rod, their tongues meeting beneath the ridge of flesh that runs under the shaft.

Kaveem was in heaven. He bucked his hips and shuddered with joy. Saliva ran down his balls, only to be licked up by whoever was taking a turn down there, dripping onto an outstretched tongue. When he came again, Kaveem coated four pairs of lips with his cum.

The beer was beginning to make its way through their handsome bodies. When Mitchell said "I need to take a piss," Kaveem immediately said "Yeah, me too." and Paolo quickly followed: "Me too."

They all headed out the door, butt naked, and strutted down the corridor towards the bathroom, not knowing what they would get up to when they got there...

All three went in at the same time. Mitchell locked the door behind them. The toilet was very cramped even for one, and for three not so small men there was hardly room to move. Their naked bodies touched, their shoulders, arms, hands, hips, thighs and calves rubbing against each other.

There was no lid on the bowl, so they could have started urinating as soon as they liked, but standing there next to each other, feeling the heat of each other's bodies and smelling the recently spilled juices on their skin, their hardons wouldn't let them.

"Man! I'm too hard to start!" Mitchell said, and both Kaveem and Paolo felt the same way: "Me too!"

Mitchell managed to lift his arms and put them around the shoulders of Kaveem to his left, and Paolo to his right. "Come on, dudes, we gotta relax a bit and let it out..."

"Yeah." They both put their arms over Mitchell's shoulders, resting their hands on the shoulder of the one furthest away. The three of them put their sweaty heads together and started breathing slowly, with their eyes closed.

After a few seconds, they all felt more relaxed and the blood was starting to leave their engorged penises. Mitchell was the first to go. He let out a strong jet of hot, almost transparent urine that hit the edge of the bowl, spraying Paolo's calves with a fine mist of droplets.

"Hey! Watch where you aim that thang!!!" Paolo yelled, trying to get out of the way.

"Why don't you hold it for me, then? My hands are busy," Mitchell said, rubbing the shoulders of his two friends.

"Sure..." Paolo took Mitchell's dick in his right hand and aimed it into the bowl. When there were only drops coming from it, he shook it to get them off too.

That instantly made blood rush back into it, and Mitchell groaned "Mmmmh! That feels good!"

"Yeah, so I noticed..."

Now Paolo was ready to urinate. His hot stream hit Kaveem straight on the knee.

"HEY! You too?!" Kaveem shouted, still too hard himself to get any piss out.

"Well, could you aim it for me? I'm kinda busy too now..." Paolo slowly ran his fist up and down Mitchell's growing shaft.

"Of course." Kaveem reached out with his left hand, taking hold of Paolo's manhood. He aimed it down into the bowl, feeling the foreskin move across the slick head. Kaveem took care not to grip it too tight, since he knew that that would get Paolo hard again.

As he was concentrating on his task, Kaveem noticed that he too was urinating. His piss went straight down the drain, but he wanted a bit of fun too, so he made a sudden move with his hips that sent the jet splashing all over his own hand and Paolo's crotch.

"Little help?" he said.

"Come on, I only have two hands!" responded Paolo.

"I'll do it again."

"All right, all right..." Paolo let go of Mitchell and grabbed on to Kaveem instead.

Mitchell was finished, but he didn't want to leave them on their own in there, so he started cosying up to Paolo, kissing his cheek, tongue- tracing the line of his jaw, licking his neck. He was harder than ever, and suddenly he felt two dick heads nudging against his own. Paolo and Kaveem were finished too and wanted some fun.

Kaveem had started to give Mitchell the same treatment as Paolo had been getting from Mitchell, and Paolo was busy rubbing their three cocks toghether, his fingers locked with Kaveem's, but then they all got the same idea.

"I bet the others want some too!" Kaveem said, and Paolo agreed: "Yeah!"

Mitchell said, "I'd sure like to find out."

They dried their legs with paper towels and went back to the compartment, dicks standing firm in front of them. Kaveem and Paolo could smell Mitchell's sweat on their shoulders, and Mitchell smelled of both theirs.

When they opened the door another smell greeted them. It was very obvious what had been going on in there. They smiled. The gym/sauna smell had been added to by the musky smell of ten steaming hot ejaculations, making them think of secret midnight masturbation contests in hot dorms at respective summer camps many years earlier. Now, could the others be persuaded? Looking around, that didn't seem like too difficult a task.

Josh and Liu were sitting on the floor with their naked legs crossed around each other, hugging and kissing. Markku and N'Komo were standing opposite each other, looking straight into each other's eyes, one huge cock pressed against the other by four eager hands, measuring which one was the longest, the strongest, the thickest, the boldest, the horniest... It was almost a form of cock-wrestling, but no one wanted to win, just to keep on wrestling.

Yury and Mahmet were enjoying Ernando's fat cock, and Ernando was enjoying both having their four hands caress him and having a cock in each hand. Mahmet's thick, rough surfaced, bent limb was a wonderful contrast to Yury's slightly longer and slightly slimmer one, and vice versa. Occasionally they kissed, too.

All looked up when the three entered the compartment, but none of them seemed uneasy getting caught by the ones that had been away. They knew that the three guys had been doing something similar just seconds ago.

"We have an idea," said Mitchell. "Or maybe I'm the one to blame..." he added, looking at the other two.

Paolo and Kaveem shrugged. "No, man, we're in on it too." "Yeah, count us in on this."

Markku looked at them, not letting go of N'Komo's cock, nor his own, and said: "I think I'm gonna like this idea..."

"What is it?" N'Komo asked, still stroking both cocks, but he too now looking at the three guys standing by the door.

Mitchell looked at all of the guys, seeing the same question in all of their eyes. He answered them. "A tensome."

"It's a rare thing to have something like this happen. Let's do it now, when we have the chance. We have all the condoms we need, and I've got some KY in my backpack," said Mitchell.

"Me too," said Kaveem.

N'Komo got up and opened his bag. A few seconds later, all eight passengers were holding jars and tubes from their luggage. Mahmet and Yury didn't have to go and get their stash.

"Now, I don't know what you guys would like to do," Mitchell said, "but us three, we've got some idea what we wanna do, I think. You guys can follow and do what you like."

He looked at Kaveem, who nodded consent: "On three."

"One."

"Two."

"Hey, whatcha gonna do?" Paolo wondered.

The next second, he found out.

"Three." Kaveem and Mitchell locked hands and swept Paolo off his feet, carrying him between them.

"Oh, I see..." he said, both flattered and amused.

"Could you grab some pillows from the rack, Mahmet?" Kaveem said.

"Sure."

Mahmet laid the pillows on the floor where Mitchell indicated. Kaveem and Mitchell then laid Paolo on the thin and narrow bed of pillows. Talk about getting laid.

Kaveem bent down over Paolo's face, so that they were facing each other upside down, and started kissing his face, his lips, his chest, his nipples, his eyes, his nose.

Mitchell started kissing the other half of Paolo's body--his washboard stomach, his navel, his thighs, his balls, his wiry pubic hair, his shaft, his glans penis, its slit. As Kaveem started French-kissing Paolo, Mitchell went down on his throbbing bone.

Kaveem's hands were on Paolo's cheeks, hugging his mouth closer. Mitchell's hands were on Paolo's sensitive nipples, gently caressing the area around the erect points, as Mitchell gulped down more and more of his hardon. Paolo was moaning with bliss.

Ernando was the first to react. He moved along Paolo's outstretched body and ran a finger along Paolo's right side. Paolo squirmed and groaned even louder. Ernando bent down and started licking Paolo's right arm pit. Then he got another idea and eased himself down to where Mitchell was giving such excellent head.

As Ernando approached Mitchell's mouth with his fat, hard cock, Mitchell saw him and opened wide to get him in too. Rubbing his balls against Paolo's shaft, Ernando moved up onto where he could sit on his haunches and have Mitchell give them a double decker blowjob.

For a second Paolo broke free from Kaveem's hot kiss and said: "Come on, Ernando... Sit on it, dude!" And Ernando liked the idea.

Mitchell released both men's cocks and handed Ernando a condom to put on Paolo. Ernando hesitated at first, but then he rolled down the rubber over Paolo's pulsating penis. Mitchell applied a generous amount of lubricant to Ernando's puckered hole, using his middle finger. As he did, he felt that Ernando was not going to have any trouble taking Paolo up the ass. As a matter of fact...

"You ever been fucked by two guys?" Mitchell asked, hoping for approval.

"No, but I think I could take it, man." Ernando winked at Mitchell.

"We'll get Paolo in first, and then we'll se," said Mitchell. He lubed Paolo up and helped the guy enter Ernando. Mitchell then started giving Ernando head, bobbing up and down, using his tongue to circle the cock head under the foreskin, which he pulled forward.

Ernando roared. "MAN!!! YEAH!"

N'Komo and Markku knelt beside Paolo's head and stroked the back of Kaveem's head with their hard man-tools. He looked up and saw them standing over him, smiling, breathing heavily.

Kaveem asked Paolo: "You wanna suck some cock, man?"

"Yeah, bring 'em on!"

Kaveem and Paolo sucked both cocks simultaneously, feeling the other's tongue and lips now and then across the huge truncheons of meat that the Nigerian and the Finn were packing.

Slurping away at the shafts of two hot dicks, Kaveem suddenly felt a hand on his tight ass.

Mahmet asked in a hoarse voice: "Can I do you? I've only been with Yury before."

Kaveem lifted his long-haired head from the two hardons. "You might wanna wear a condom anyway, you know..."

"Oh, I didn't mean that! I've already got one on--see?" Mahmet stroked Kaveem's hairy butt with his hard, rubber clad cock. "I just wanted you to know I might not be all that good at it, since I'm not that experienced."

Kaveem smiled and flexed his ass to reveal his tight, red hole. "Me neither, dude."

"You a virgin?"

"No, but not far from it... Just use a lot of lube and it'll be great. Go ahead."

Mahmet took almost a handful from a big jar on the floor and started by entering with his little finger. It went in easy, so he tried again with some more lube and a bigger finger.

Kaveem moved his hips around to feel the fingers entering his butt. Mahmet got braver and used both his index finger and his middle finger. When that went smooth, he got more lube on his fingers and pushed three of them inside. He could feel Kaveem's prostate gland, and Kaveem could certainly feel him touching it. "Mmmmh!" he groaned through the penises in his mouth.

Mahmet smeared the remaining lube on his own dick and bent it down toward Kaveem's waiting hole. Entering was rather easy now, and soon Mahmet was cock deep in Kaveem. He pulled out a bit and pushed in again, feeling the smooth friction all around. Kaveem's sphincter grasped his shaft tightly and enhanced the experience. He repeated the motion and felt Kaveem follow his rhythm. It felt great. For both of them.

Meanwhile, Yury had got a condom on too, and lubed himself up. When he was ready to act, he approached Mitchell and whispered in his ear.

"Is it all right if I ask Ernando first?"

Mitchell knew that his shot at a double fuck would come sooner or later that night. "Sure, go ahead. I'm being big today."

"Yes, you are," Yury said, tugging on Mitchell's thick, steel hard 7-3/4 inches. He leaned over to Ernando, kissing him on the lips. "Can I be the second one in your ass? I'd really love to."

"Only if Mitchell says it's okay."

"No problem."

Yury positioned himself where Mitchell had been. Standing on his knees, with his legs between Paolo's and Ernando's, he started to enter Ernando's ass right above Paolo's pounding cock. Ernando spread his legs wide and pushed himself down along Paolo's shaft in order to meet Yury.

Paolo could feel the young man's cock pressing against his, thrusting alongside it in the same cavity. It was like making love to two men at once, and both with his cock. Yury felt the same way as he buried himself deep inside Ernando and pulled outwards again, all the time feeling the hot, hard throbbing of Paolo next to his own.

Ernando was seeing stars. He screamed, but not so much in pain as in joy. "Dios mio! Qué sensación!! Ahhnnnhhh...nhhhh...mmmhhhh..."

N'Komo bent down and took Ernando's oozing cock in his mouth, caressing it with his full lips and tickling it with his long tongue.

Wanting to take part in the action, Mitchell asked Ernando to turn over and face Paolo. With a great deal of difficulty Ernando did so without separating from Paolo. Yury waited to get back in, and as soon as they were ready, he got right back in.

Mitchell put his head between Yury's hairy thighs and saw the two hard cocks entering Ernando's stretched asshole. He kissed Paolo's fuzzy balls and licked his way up to Yury's, following their cocks and brushing against Ernando's sphincter. His tongue slipped in between the cocks and into Ernando's burning ass. Then Mitchell started licking Yury's wrinkled opening and fondled his balls.

Paolo, sensing what was happening, lifted his legs and let Mitchell suck on his sphincter, too.

Yury now had his legs spread wide apart. Between his knees was Ernando's sweaty back, and between his feet, which were on the floor, was Paolo. Ernando had joined Kaveem and Paolo in kissing each other and sucking on Markku's and N'Komo's cocks. But N'Komo wanted to get another go at Ernando's cock, so he got down on all fours and put his head between Ernando's chest and Paolo's. Inching his way in between them, he reached his sweet goal and started sucking once more. Ernando moaned.

Markku decided to give the new condom trick a go, so he stood up and rolled one on. He lubed himself first, and then, without a word, he put two fingers on N'Komo's hot hole. N'Komo said nothing either. He just opened his crack a bit more, knowing that he could take what Markku was going to hand to him. The only penis in the room that he would have to even think about was in his mouth.

Markku shoved a great deal of lubricant inside N'Komo. Then he bent down and kissed the small of the man's back, right where the crack starts. He let some saliva run down the crack and into the twitching hole, and then he proceded to very slowly push his thick penis into N'Komo's black ass. Markku suspected that this could be the first and last time that the masculine Nigerian would let him fuck him in the ass, so he intended to get the most out of it, taking as long as he could. Eventually, N'Komo would fuck him too. Of that he was sure.

Paolo and Ernando started kissing and hugging, caressing each other, ruffling the other's hair. N'Komo had left his uncomfortable position and was taking on Mitchell's stiffy instead. Kaveem was left out. He saw what was happening to his right, and asked Mahmet to ride him over there.

They moved slowly, with Mahmet mounting Kaveem standing with his legs spread and his feet on the floor, the same way as Yury was mounting Ernando. When they got close enough, Kaveem could get his mouth back onto N'Komo's drooling meat, suckling like a randy stallion on a huge black bull...

Mitchell enjoyed N'Komo's lips and started thrusting into his mouth. N'Komo answered by swirling his tongue around Mitchell's exposed glans and circumcision scar, drinking the precum that was oozing from his swollen balls, taking in the feeling of Mitchell's vein studded cock in his soft mouth.

Mitchell had Yury's balls swaying across his face every time that the young man burrowed deep into Ernando, and he had Paolo's balls in his mouth, so when Liu started licking him, he was pleased that someone cared about his balls. Liu stuck his tongue deep in Mitchell's ass, and Mitchell almost shot a load across N'Komo's face.

Controlling his urge to spew his load, Mitchell flexed his buttocks and let Liu come closer. Eating man-pussy was one of Liu's specialties, and boy did Mitchell get to feel that.

Liu thought that Mitchell had such a pleasant taste that he could go on for hours--an added bonus of good personal hygiene. "Mmmmmh...mmmmmm..." he murmured as he plunged his tongue into Mitchell's soft hole.

Mitchell felt chills running along his entire body, focusing on that point of his being. He answered in similar groans, with his face buried deep between Yury's moving cheeks. That almost sent the young Russian flying over the edge, but he managed to controll himself and keep thrusting.

When Mitchell felt as if nothing could get any better, Liu inserted two fingers and found his prostate gland. That really got Mitchell going.

"Fuck me. Fuck me, please! Fuck me!!" he shouted.

Liu was ready with his lubed and condom-clad cock before Mitchell knew what hit him. Then he knew. Boy, did he know. Liu didn't have a particularly long or thick cock, but the motions he performed were the motions of a god. He actually kept a finger inside Mitchell, close to his prostate gland, while he was pushing his stiff cock into the clenched hole.

Then he moved the finger round and up, so that it was on top of his thrusting cock instead of below, letting the slick rubber hardness of his engorged penis touch Mitchell's gland every time he entered. Pinching the skin of his scrotum, Liu made Mitchell shoot his load onto the floor when N'Komo was sucking on his shaft so hard that Mitchell later found a red mark there.

Mitchell convulsed in pleasure and shouted into Yury's ass: "AAAAAAHH!!!"

Liu kept a slow pace fucking Mitchell's ass, and soon Mitchell was hard as a rock once more.

Josh was standing by, waiting for some opportunity to arise. When he couldn't think of anything more exotic, he simply put one leg over Mitchell and stood over him facing Liu. The Korean was thrilled to finally get a taste of the organ that he had desired for so long.

Josh's cut cock tasted sweet to Liu, and he engulfed it as fast as he could. He could not take it all in at first, since Josh stood proud with an 8-1/4 incher, but most of it went in. Then Liu bent forward, trying to straighten his throat out to get the last three inches. He managed it, and Josh started squirming from the sensations, holding on to the back of Liu's head and moving Liu's head along the shaft of his penis.

The warm mouth enveloped all of Josh, and when Liu started licking the belly of the cock and sticking his tongue out to slurp at the base and lick the hairy skin that covered his gonads, it was almost too much for Josh. He had received head many times, but this was the best ever. He was about to cum, but he wanted it to last much longer, so he pulled away and let Liu lick the tip of his now drooling, throbbing cock.

As if he knew what Josh was thinking, Liu put one finger in his mouth and coated it with saliva. He then searched for Josh's opening behind his swinging pouch of balls. When he found it, Liu started massaging the sphincter, not entering one millimeter, just circling the hole with his saliva-drenched finger. At the same time, he flicked his tongue at the slit in Josh's dickhead and licked the area immedeately below.

"Unnh! Man! I wanted it to last longer!" Josh said as he shot his salty load into Liu's eagerly waiting mouth.

Lapping at Josh's cock, glazing it with cum, then swallowing the part of the load that wasn't running down his chin and dripping onto Mitchell's back, Liu said: "We'll do plenty of more fucking, you and me..."

It didn't sound very romantic, but Josh took it for what it meant. He felt all warm inside and bent down to kiss Liu, who met his face halfway, coming up from his cock, cum all over his lips. They kissed for quite a while. Josh could taste his own seed on Liu's lips, and that made it even better.

While they were kissing, Liu kept his pace ramming Mitchell. Soon he embraced Josh, pulling him closer, and gave Mitchell one last, deep jab to the prostate. Liu quivered as he was filling his condom with creamy spunk, still deep inside Mitchell's ass, and Josh held him tight.

N'Komo had been doing his very best to get more juice out of Mitchell, and at that final jab of Liu's he succeded. Mitchell spurted out that hot, colorless fluid that still tastes like sperm but doesn't have as much of the white in it that it does the first couple of times one shoots in a day. N'Komo wasn't looking, he was drinking, so it didn't matter. Mitchell's hard cumstick swelled in N'Komo's mouth as he blew his hot load.

This time Mitchell's cry of pleasure did send the young Russian flying over the edge. Yury pulled out of Ernando, leaving Paolo's cock inside, which made Ernando and Paolo connect even closer. He ripped off the condom and blasted away across Ernando's back. Ropes of cum hit the tanned skin like white whiplashes.

Yury shouted as he felt his balls disappear into his groin, as they sometimes do when excitement has been prolonged and the body really badly wants to ejaculate. He shot wad after wad after wad, baffling at the sight of so much cum. His legs wouldn't carry him any longer, so he collapsed to his right, onto the floor, where he lay laughing and panting, holding on to his sore cock as the last of his massive load oozed out onto his belly.

"Weee-haaa!"

Seeing his lover in such orgasm brought Mahmet to the point of no return. He picked up speed and started moving in and out of Kaveem with full force. Kaveem soon followed, keeping the pace that Mahmet set. When the tight, hot hole of Kaveem's ass fondled Mahmet's rigid boner, Mahmet felt what it was like to be alive. He felt his head swim as he pulled out of Kaveem completely, to do as Yury had done.

The condom was easily discarded, and with his right fist Mahmet pounded his meat as his left hand pressed on what felt as the root of his manhood, a point behind his balls. The orgasm shook his whole body, and semen gushed out of the wide open slit in his swollen, red penis. His entire organ had now assumed the same dark red color as the head. It was pointing straight up, so the first load went straight up, too, raining down on Mahmet and Kaveem in white, sticky drops. Next, the jet of juice hit Mahmet in the face, running from his eyebrows across his nose and eyes to his mouth. Mahmet fell onto a chair, where he sat, breathing heavily and wearing a broad grin, as his load pumped out onto his chest and continued to run out onto his thighs.

Kaveem felt the drops of Mahmet's cum on his back only seconds after Mahmet had pulled out of him. He sat on his haunches and watched Mahmet spray his stuff. He liked what he saw. His own hard cock was not going to be a problem, as long as he could gather enough arm strength to give himself a handjob. "Wow, that boy can fuck!" he thought to himself. Then he felt a hand wrapping around his hardon, tugging him toward Ernando and Paolo.

It was Paolo. He worked his wrist round and round, up and down. Before Kaveem could get him to slow down, he started to feel that burning sensation in his balls that ment happiness on so many occasions.

"Man, I'm gonna cum!"

Paolo didn't stop, and the burning grew to a fire. Warm flames were licking his insides, heating him up to the boiling point. This one was going to be good.

Wads of sizzling hot cum shot out of Kaveem's rock hard cock, quite a few of them hitting Ernando's left side. Kaveem groaned and bit his lip, moving his hips under Paolo's expert hand. Even when he thought it was over, jism kept flying across the floor. Ernando's naked, tanned skin had taken one man's load already, but now Kaveem was adding to the rivers of cum on the man's back. The final draining ejaculation brought Kaveem's semen drooling across Paolo's hand and down into Kaveem's nest of pubic hair. He threw his hair back and leaned against one of the chairs, exhausted. Sweat was running down his dark chest, and his long hair was wet with it, too.

Markku had been watching the loads fly across the room, but he had kept the same slow pace going in and going out of N'Komo. Now he started going faster and harder. N'Komo groaned with each powerful thrust, and Markku knew that he was doing it right. Harder and faster. Harder and faster. N'Komo was twitching, but not to get away. He wanted the most of this. He was getting closer and closer without even touching himself. That hadn't happened to him for many years--of course, he hadn't been fucked by someone that big for many years.

As Markku reached his peak, pushing all the way in and staying there, N'Komo climaxed too. Watching the two of them come, Kaveem could swear that Markku was shooting straight through N'Komo and out his cock. That's what it looked like. N'Komo shot thick, creamy white sperm onto the floor as Markku stood over him, shuddering and roaring, a monster cock buried to the hilt in his ass, his arms stretched in the air.

N'Komo's sperm formed a pool beneath his hard, ejaculating penis. N'Komo himself was unable to move. He just pressed his ass tighter to Markku, bringing his chest almost in contact with the floor. He rested his head on his hands, facing left, and the look on his face was pure ecstasy.

During all the men's orgasms Paolo had been slowly moving in and out of Ernando, often hugging and kissing him, too. Now Paolo pulled out his painfully erect cock and removed the very used condom with his right hand. The back of that hand was still full of Kaveem's load. With his left arm around Ernando, he pressed against him and without being able to see it started massaging his penis.

Mitchell then sent him soaring by licking just a couple of times at the fold of skin that connects the foreskin to the head of the cock. Paolo fired his load up between Ernando's buttocks and onto his back. The blast after that landed on Ernando's hairy butt cheeks, and the rest left Paolo's nads in a steady stream as he was hugging Ernando tight. The juice ran down his wrist, mingling with Kaveem's, and continued onto Paolo's balls, where Mitchell licked it up.

Ernando lay on top of Paolo. He never wanted to get up again. But the aching in his balls was getting so severe that he knew that he had to get his rocks off. Slowly rolling down from Paolo's chest, he lay down to Paolo's right, still kissing him and holding him tight. Paolo followed. He leaned on his right elbow, next to Ernando, not wanting to let him go, either.

Yury's load on Ernando's back was now mixing with some of Kaveem's on the floor. Ernando felt the cool puddle of cum that N'Komo had fired next to his right calf. He raised his right leg, and his ankle touched the hot and sticky head of N'Komo's penis.

Very slowly, Ernando took his extremely thick cock in his right hand. He felt that it was beginning to grow hard again after that serious pounding of his ass made it shrink. Paolo helped him, using his left hand. Up, down, up, down. The foreskin covered his dickhead, then left it bare again. Covered, bare, covered, bare. Faster and faster. Feeling better and better. Getting harder and harder, hotter and hotter. All the guys were watching. Paolo kissed him again. Faster, harder, hotter. Faster, harder, hotter. Faster harder hotter. Fasterharderhotter.

Ernando came. His enormous load shot out of his rock hard penis. Blast after blast, wad after wad, landing all over the room. Paolo's hand was soaked, and so was Ernando's. The first blast hit them both in the face, then their chests, and then they pointed his extra thick cum shooter straight up, hitting even Kaveem, who was sitting two feet away.

Aiming even further away, Ernando sprayed seed on Mitchell, Josh and Liu. The next blast hit Markku in the chest and ran down onto N'Komo. Ernando's whole body was shaking from the orgasm, and he let go of his cock. Paolo had to hold it himself. The last two blasts hit Yury, who was still lying on the floor next to them, and Mahmet, who was sitting on his chair right above their heads.

The ten guys were completely spent. They didn't move for almost half an hour. They just sat there, stood there, lay there, relishing the afterglow of their fantastic tensome.

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