Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 13:00:21 EST
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: Retreat Part 2

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.