Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 18:32:54 -0700
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: "The Horny Club"

"The Horny Club"
a story by posingstrap@hotmail.com


	See, what happened was...Tom, Jeb and I were
out in the barn with Juan--my Dad's hired-hand--at a
time when lifting weights was kind of new.

	Being farm kids, we couldn't afford any of those
Joe Weider barbells we saw advertized in the back of
comic books.  So my Dad suggested we go ask Juan to
help us cuz he had made his own set.

	"I dunno, Poppa--Jeez.  Can't you ask him for us?"
I watched my Dad rub his solid, unshaven jaw.  "He don't
talk to me much."

	"That's because you don't talk to him, Todd."  He
pawed his open-collared, lumberjack shirt, me watching
his hairy pecs roll around underneath.  "Just take Tom
and Jeb with you and ask him.  No big deal--he'll be
pleased."

	I took one last, lingering look at the body I hoped
I'd one day have--at how the bulk of his lumbershirted
shoulders and chest V-ed down his torso into his
full-crotched jeans.

	"You gonna stand there gawkin' all day, or go
ask him?"  he sipped his mug of coffee.

	Not having a Mom or brothers and sisters
was fine by me--my Dad was more than enough
parent to love and admire.  Only seventeen years
older--I was fifteen then--he looked hunkier
than Rock Hudson and the Marlboro man put
together.  Just being near him did things to me
and my buddies we didn't understand--intense,
heart-racing, lump-in-our-throat feelings.

	I mean, you gotta understand right off the
bat that being farmboys in 1961 Vermont meant
that we knew absolutely zip about what made us
feel that way--we only knew that we did.

	And Juan?  Juan, if anything made us go mute
in total awe.  Half Latino and half African-American,
Juan was dark-skinned, six-foot-two, maybe 240 lbs,
with biceps and chest and shoulders his workshirts
simply couldn't seem to contain.  So we were way
spooked over having to interrupt his workout and
stammer out our hope that he could help us develop
our teen bodies.

	"No problem," he'd said, wiping his brow.
"--but you're going t'have to make your own weights.
Mine'll kill you kids."

	That's when the fierce-looking giant showed us
how to choose different-sized tin cans and mix cement,
and make our very own barbells using leftover pipe.
He did this with a tolerating smile in the heat-sheltered
coolness of the barn.

	"Put 'em outside in th' sun now to set--there's
nothing more you can do until they're dry."

	"This one looks ready now, Juan.  It's been over
an hour."

	He gazed at me as if looking right through me.
"Cement doesn't dry in an hour, ok?  Now put 'em
outside an' go off swimmin' or something."

	Jeb quickly began doing as he was told, but Tom
and I stood there staring at Juan's button-popping pecs.
"C-can we watch you?"  Tom's eyes were darting all over
Juan's body.  "You know--get some pointers?"  He gave
out a breathy laugh.

	Juan put his hands on his hips, framing his 30"
waist, sizing us up.  By then Jeb was back, wondering
what was going on.

	"You three really want 'some pointers', or just
want'a stare at my body?"  The smallest of smiles
played over Juan's wide, full lips.

	We looked at each other, Tom suddenly
breaking into an impish grin.  "A little'a each!"

	Jeb punched him, a resounding smack on his
muscled, t-shirted shoulder.

	"Hey!  Just tellin' th' truth!"

	Juan silently began undoing his shirt, watching
us go catatonic as his chest came into view.

	"Who sent you's over here?"

	"My Poppa.  He said you'd 'be pleased'."

	Truth be told, I'd never seen Juan 'pleased' in
my life.  He kind of smiled to himself, though, hearing
that.  "Oh, he did, huh?  Well, he ain't gonna be too
pleased that I'm way behind in m' chores..."

	When that old, torn workshirt fell open, so did
our mouths.  We saw the carved valley between his
gigantic pecs--the undulating ripples of his
velvet-skinned abs--and stared at the way even his
bellybutton looked muscular, the deep hole stretched
open, a stream of black hair going down his brown,
lower belly.

	Below that was a massive bulge mounding-out
his jeans.

	"Oh, man!" Tom whispered as Juan pulled his shirt
clean off, flexing his pecs--making each one jump and
dance--his nipples poking out.

	"Like that, do you?"  He smiled grimly, then
raised his right arm and flexed his bicep into a
gargantuan, three-tiered boulder.

	"Jeezums!"  Jeb stared.

	"Golly," Tom murmered.  "I'll do anything to have
arms like that!"

	I just memorized every mountain and valley--
the way his deep armpits sheltered a sexy pocket of
manhair--the way his triceps punched out--how his
deltoids striated.

	"So now," Juan relaxed his pose, "let's see what
you three got."

	"U-us?" Jeb stammered, his angelic, freckled,
pug-nosed face turning pink.

	"You want us to....?"  I looked down at myself.

	"If your Poppa wants me t' train you, then I gotta
see what I'm workin' with, don't I?"

	"Hell--I'll show you," Tom said, "--I ain't shy."

	Of the three of us, dark-haired Tom was the most
built.  All of us had bodies more developed than most
boys our age, simply because we came from farms.  The
'townies' called us 'hicks'--but never to our faces.  He
began pulling off his t-shirt, Jeb and I following suit.

	"Well now, whadda'ya' know," Juan looked down
from his towering height, arms folded.

	"What?"  Tom pushed his chest forward, his
well-developed pecs on display.  "So, tell us--how do
we look?"  He even raised his right arm and made a
muscle.

	A full-fledged grin transformed Juan's rugged,
big-boned face.  He looked more Latino than
African-American, except for his sexy full lips and short,
kinky hair.  "Not bad--not bad at all.  Hell, how old're
you three?"

	"Fifteen--'cept Jeb," Tom went into a double-biceps
pose.  "--he'll be fifteen soon, tho', huh, Jeb?"  Tom
examined his own muscles adoringly.

	"A-August," Jeb's eyes kept darting over Juan's
naked torso.

	"I was skinny as a rail at your age--except down
here...."  he suddenly cupped his bulging jeans.  "...got
tired of being teased--wanted a body to go along with
what I got born with, I guess."

	We fell silent, Jeb blushing like a tomato--me
staring between Juan's legs--Tom not only staring,
but absently feeling up his own crotch.

	The silence went on a long time, the only sound
the barn swallows chattering as they sailed in and out
of the overhead loft.

	"Oh, I see--you're fifteen, but you don't talk about
your equipment none, huh?"

	"God.  Heck, no," Tom's eyes ran from Juan's face,
to his half-melon pecs--down his endless abs--to stay
fixed on Juan's mounded fly.  "--but I sure wish we could!"
Tom kept pulling at his crotch.  "M' Daddy tells me it's
th' 'devil's playground'--keeps tellin' me to take cold
showers, whatever th' heck THAT'S supposed to mean!"

	Juan actually laughed then--a low, deep chuckle.
"He means he can see you're horny, boy--but he doesn't
want to use the word!"

	"Some of the guys say that in the lockerroom,"
Jeb piped up, his brow furrowing, eagerness in his voice.
"--but I don't know what it means."

	"They don't either," Tom scoffed.

	"Neither do you, O'Rourke! None of us do," I felt
my heart pounding--the same feeling I get whenever
my Dad gives me a hug.

	"Fifteen, huh?--and you don't know what 'horny'
is??"  Juan's large eyes grew larger as he smiled in
disbelief.

	"Nope," Tom looked at him challengingly.  "We're
farmboys--ok?  No one tells us nothin'!"  He spat on the
barn floor.

	Juan's smile evaporated, a look something close
to apology on his high-cheekboned, broad-nosed face.
"Then it's high time you heard it from SOMEone!"

	"Good!  C'mon--tell us!"

	Juan cleared his throat, my eyes memorizing the
size of his wide-circled nipples, planted smack in the
center of each, enormous pec.  "You three are horny
right now, just lookin' at my muscles."

	Again we fell quiet.  No one had ever spoken
like that to us in all our young lives.

	"All I know is, I can't hardly breathe," Jeb said,
looking like he was confessing a dark secret.

	"Bingo," Juan pointed at him, even that small
gesture making his tits jump.  "--and you're getting
hard in your pants, aren't you?"

	A prolonged silence met his open, outspoken
query.

	Finally Tom looked at me, then at Jeb, a scowl
on his cute, handsome face.  Tom was Irish--dark Irish--
with a wide, full mouth and big, almost black eyes.
He looked tough, even when he smiled, which he wasn't
then.  "Shit!  I'm hard as a fencepost!"  he stared at us.
"And so're you two.  C'mon!  Admit it!"  His eyes flashed
fire, then shot down to our jeans.

	"Yeah--I am, I guess," Jeb's face was scarlet.

	"Me, too," I murmured.  "I get hard a million times
a day!  In homeroom--in the library--at night in my bed..."

	"Is THAT 'horny'?" Jeb asked wonderingly up at
Juan.

	"Yup.  Horny's them ripe feelings in your balls,
when your cock shoots up like horns on a bull."

	My jaw fell open, disbelieving a man like Juan
was using words only the 'townies' used in the
lockerroom.

	"Oh God," Jeb breathed, his voice all shaky.
"I want to talk about this...I do.  Don't get me
wrong...."  He looked almost ill, his jeans looking
like he had a lead pipe shoved down them.  "--but
this being 'horny' drives me crazy!--like I'm going
to die, or something!"  He looked nearly close to tears.

	"Yeah," Tom nodded at him, suddenly gripping
Jeb's shoulder.  "--like having a heart attack, huh?"

	"I DO take cold showers," I admitted to the
group, "--but even then I'm still hard."

	"Goddamn!" Juan swore, his face looking
confounded.  "You mean you seriously don't know
what to DO when you feel horny???"

	We looked up at him, mutely shaking our
heads.

	Juan's huge biceps flexed as he ran his hands
over his scalp.  He looked up to the rafters, shaking
his head, then back down at us.  "You mean to tell
me," he looked straight into my confused face,
"--your Poppa hasn't taught you how to whack OFF??"

	I shook my head some more, turning the new
phrase over in my mind.

	"Do what?"  Tom boldly asked.  "Whack WHAT??"

	"Holy Crow!--whack off!!  Beat your meat!--
blow your load!  MASTURBATE, for Christ's sake!"

	We seemed to wither hearing him use the Lord's
name like that, shrinking back at his forcefulness.

	"OK--ok--ok," his voice dropped.  Juan pulled out
a red handkerchief and wiped his brow.  Looking out
towards the barn door, he then looked back at us.
"Tell me somethin' now, boys...."

	"Sure--this is cool!"  Tom grinned suddenly.

	"--do you's ever wake up in th' morning all wet
in your PJ's?"

	I wanted to die right there on the spot!  Jeb
looked like he'd just been shot.

	"Sure I do!" Tom said, wanting to solve the
mystery.  "It's gross!--like I wet th' bed, only worse
--and...and I don't even remember doin' it!"

	Jeb and I nodded, feeling a bit of relief.  There
were lots of times when Tom's bluntness got us into
trouble--especially at school.  But this time I felt
nothing but relief.

	"That's a 'wet dream', boys! That's your
fifteen-year-old body tellin' you it needs some
satisfaction!"

	"SatisFACtion??"  Tom gazed at him, his black
eyes blinking.

	"Yeah!--I mean, hell!--if you don't know enuff
to beat your meat, your body does it FOR you!"  he
suddenly laughed, then forced himself to be serious.
"But Jesus, boys--there's sure no satisfaction poppin'
a load when you can't even remember you DONE it!"

	"Shit," Tom swore, looking defiant.  "You can't just
tell us stuff like 'popping a load' and 'whacking off' without
telling us HOW!"  he stared up at Juan.  "I'm so...so horny
right now, it's like I'm gonna die!"

	"Damn!"  Juan's voice fell, his hand feeling up his
huge, shiny pecs.  "What've yo' got yo'self into, Mr. Juan?
--huh?" he muttered.  He looked at our blinking, needy
faces, then over to the barn door--at the brilliant sun
making the yard look almost white.  "Ok--ok..." he spread
open his huge hands.  "Here's th' deal.  I'll teach yo's--but
you gotta PROMISE--swear t' GOD, that this stays quiet,
you hear??!"

	"I SWEAR!" Tom's hand shot up, ours joining his.
"--on a stack'a Bibles!"

	"Shit.  SAY it, boy!" he pointed at me, singling me
out.  "Say it, Todd!"

	"I--I swear," I said.  "I won't breathe a word!"  A
thrill went through me, hearing Juan say my name.

	"Go close th' door--an' first check if the pickup's in
the yard!"

	Tom beat me to it, sliding the big, noisy door almost
before I could check the drive.

	When we came back, Juan looked pained, like he was
changing his mind.  Jeb, too, looked pained--like he was
going to have a mini-stroke right there in the cool, dark barn.

	"God!" Tom gushed, stepping in beside Jeb and me,
facing Juan.  "This is SO cool!--like we're starting a club!"

	"Yeah," Juan muttered.  "--a horny club--just what I
need!"

	"'The Horny Club' is now in session!" Tom laughed,
then grew sober seeing Juan's glaring eyes.

	"Ok--let's get this ova'with," he suddenly undid his
jean button.  "--an' pray t' God your Poppa don't walk in!"
He looked at us staring at his jeans.  "Hey!--don't just
watch!--get yo' pants off!"

	"Oh, man," Jeb breathed.

	"Yes sir!"  Tom quickly popped open his snap and
rasped down his zipper.

	Suddenly it was like a race, Jeb and I trying to keep up
with Tom's eager stripping.  In no time we were standing
before Juan in our Fruit-of-the-Loom's, Jeb and I modestly
trying to hide our tented pouches.

	"Oh, Jeez!  I'm soooo horny!" Tom said, showing off his
upthrusting shorts.

	Juan pulled down his zipper carefully, like he was
afraid of hurting himself.  I stared as the waistband of his
white briefs stretched open from something enormous
inside, wanting out.

	"Holy smokes!"  Tom stared as Juan's jeans spread
open--as Juan's jockey pouch suddenly thudded into space.

	"I told you I was big," Juan shrugged.  "--but then
so are you three, seems t' me,"  he shoved his jeans down
to his ankles, then stepped free of them, his huge,
snow-white pouch swaying.

	He stood back up, eyeing our tented jockeys.  "Well,
now--there can't be a 'Horny Club', 'less we get naked, can
there?"

	"I guess not," Jeb said, his body kind of trembling.

	"--but just t' make you feel more relaxed...." Juan
hooked his thumb into his waistband.  "--I'll go first..."

	It was like time itself stopped--Juan's non-challant
removal of his jockeys now etched in my memory like a
slow-motion film--his giant hardon head snagging under
the lip of the waistband, his muscled, flat, mahogany
stomach narrowing to a sexy vee, his black, kinky bush
of manhair suddenly spring out.

	Juan's trapped erection logrolled against the white
cotton til it, too, suddenly polevaulted free--a ten-inch,
horse-chestnut-toned banana with a huge, shiny, blunt
head on it, the mouth a pouty 'O'.

	"Criminey!" Tom exclaimed in awe.

	Jeb literally backed away in alarm.

	"Damn shorts," Juan fought them down his bull
thighs, his cock thumping his abs.  "--they never have
my size at Woolworth's..."

	"Judas Priest!" Tom pointed, "--are those your
BALLS??"

	I suddenly wanted to punch him--one of those
times when Tom's big mouth got to me.  I half-expected
Juan himself to slug O'Rourke--deck him on the barn
floor.  Instead, Juan laughed, craddling his puckered
hang in one palm.  "Why? Are they that ugly?"

	"HELL no!" Tom's eyes were big and adoring.
"They're super!"

	Juan looked briefly towards the closed barn door.
"Want to feel 'em?"

	"Golly!  CAN I??"

	Jeb and I stood there as if bolted to the wooden
floorboards, watching Juan let his weighty nuts go--
watching them fall like ripe fruit below his mahogany,
naked love rod--watched Tom worshipfully move in
closer.

	His lily-white hand trembled as he lifted his palm
upwards, the top of his head brushing against Juan's
bulging pecs.  "Awwwh, man!" Tom's hand could only
seem to cradle one of those dark goose-eggs, so he
quickly brought up his other, watching them plop and
slide over his hot little palms.

	Juan seemed to be in pain or something, his eyes
closing, his mouth open.  He backed away, as if losing
his balance.  "Ok--ok, boy--we gotta get somethin' going
here...."

	Tom's eyes glittered as he watched Juan's
mushroom-headed whopper sway out from his hairy
crotch.

	"....Ok, you three--get outta those shorts,now.
C'mon. We ain't got all day....."

	"Oh, man," Jeb stared in nervous excitement as
he joined Tom and I in pulling out our waistbands and
shucking down our jockeys.

	Our three, stiff teen boners lanced from our
sweet bushes like helmetted soldiers.  Tom showed
his off, his hands on his ass, his hips thrusting his Irish
pride-and-joy as far out towards Juan's as he could.  He
may have been the most perfectly muscled of us three,
but his cock was the shortest.  About five inches tall, it
made up for it by being as big around as a can of
Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup--with the
mushroom head to boot!  Being so chunky, his erection
seemed to use up all Tom's available ballskin, his nuts
hugging-up to the base like a pair of punched-out
apricots.  Tom also sported a thicket of manly cockhair
that wreathed his cockbase and formed a perfect,
wedgy triangle between his solid thighs.

	"Goll-LY, Jeb!"

	"W-what?"  Jeb was trying in vain to hide his
turned-on rod with his hands.  But hands--even hands
the size of Juan's couldn't've hidden his rosey-pink
boycock.  Jeb's surname was Jensen (we called him
'Yeb Yensen' sometimes) and his Swedish skin rocket
tottered eight full inches up out of his blond bush like
he was wielding a guided missle.

	"Don't be shy about that Beauty, boy--it's a real
nice one," Juan whistled in appreciation.

	"It is?"

	"Take your hands away," Tom pulled Jeb's right
arm back, staring at the sturdy, inward-curving shaft with
the prominent vein snaking up the underside.  Our eyes
stared at its bulging girth--how the slightly-smallish,
slightly-pointed head glowed a coral pink as it nearly
dove into Jeb's little bellybutton.

	Jeb's strawberry-blond bush coated his tender-skinned,
generous-sized balls and puffed from his pubis like Swedish
angelhair.

	Juan chuckled to see Jeb begin to realise he had a real
man's cock between his legs and tuck in his pert, bare ass to
make his eight-inch thumper bob around proudly.

	"Ok, Stewart--let's see yours," Tom's black eyes glowed
as I put my hands on my hips.

	"Wow," Jeb said, "--look at that!"

	My cock gets so hard when aroused, it knifes up from
my dark-brown bush like a two-by-four, only about a
quarter-inch of space between it and my sun-browned flat
belly.  Not as thick as Tom's knockwurst--yet very solid--my
seven-inch shaft seems to bloom at the top, my enormously
bulbous cockhead so flared, it makes my erection look twice
as big as it is.  My peehole had opened like a spout, drooling
a kind of clear fluid that bewildered me yet again as everyone
stared between my legs.

	"What a huge head!--and, Jeez!--check out those balls!"
Tom looked admiringly at my hairless, low-swinging kiwis
which brushed my furry thighs as they swayed.

	"Tell me somethin', boys..."  Juan's giant hardon seemed
to flex all by itself as he looked down at our raging erections.

	"Oh, man," Jeb breathed, "--ask quick!  I think I'm gonna
faint, or something!"

	"--do th' other guys at school have cocks like these?"

	Tom squeezed his thighs together, like he had to pee.
"How would WE know?" he said, his voice all breathy and
urgent.  "--I've never even seen Jeb n' Todd's when we're
like this!"

	"Oh God--I've gotta do something quick!" Jeb's eyes
were the size of saucers.  "I'll try anything--cold shower--hot
shower..."

	"I can't believe this," Juan muttered, watching me go
into contortions over the needling tingles rifling up my
big-headed prong.  "Haven't you ever tried rubbing them?
I mean, don't they FEEL like they want'a be rubbed???"

	"That only makes it worse!" Tom looked upset.

	"Like a mosquito bite," I added, trying to will my
boner back to normal.

	"God knows I want to!" Jeb moaned.  "I tried it
one time and my knees caved in."

	"Oh Sweet Jesus," Juan muttered.  "Even Ripley's
wouldn't believe this one..."  He stepped-in towards us,
his hard, exotic tool swaying out from his hair-piled
crotch.  "Now calm down and listen-up, men...."

	"Ok--but hurry, please," Jeb whimpered.

	"...I may be way older n'you--which I'm not--but
cocks're cocks, ok?"  He looked down at his preening
ten-incher.  "Yeah, they're different shapes n' sizes...
but mine's feelin' the same feelings yours is, ok?"

	"I dunno about that," Tom said ruefully.

	"...well, it does, ok?--like someone's plugged the
damn thing into a light socket n' thrown the switch!"

	Tom broke out in tension-releasing laughter,
then suddenly stopped, looking kind of wild-eyed.

	"...and the best way to calm it down is to make it
blow..."

	"...B-BLOW??" Jeb stammered, "--that sounds..."

	"...so, you're gonna watch mine do it," Juan spoke
over Jeb's whining, "--an' when you see how I'm still
livin' n' breathing afterward, you can try it out on your
own."

	"Yeah, sure--yeah--ok--yeah--good--" Tom babbled,
his eyes all large and shiny.

	"Good--now here's th' deal," Juan tilted his hips, his
huge totem levering out at our chests.  "--you're all gonna
take a piece a'this--"

	"...you mean, HOLD it??" Jeb looked awed.

	"...for starters.  Now go on--take a section..."

	Tom immediately latched onto the head.

	"JESUS!!  Lower down, boy!--FUCK!"

	Tom let go as fast as he'd grabbed on, watching
the mighty thing buck in heat.  It took awhile for it to
stop flexing.

	"Ok, Todd--YOU take it. Just under the head--ok,
boy?"  Juan's voice was all husky-sounding.  "--DON'T
squeeze it! JUST...wrap you hand around it..."

	I nodded--too overwhelmed to speak, my hand
shaking as I reached out and touched Juan's hot,
throbbing, naked cock.  It pulsed in my small hand,
my fingers unable to completely surround its
velvety-steely girth.

	"Now you, hotshot.  And don't be so rough."
Juan glowered at Tom.  "I told you mine's as ripe as
yours, didn't I??"

	"Yessir," Tom swallowed, his adam's apple
bobbing.

	"Hold on under Todd.  And then you," he looked
at the trembling Jeb.  "--you take hold'a the bottom
third."

	"Oh, cripes!" Tom breathed.  "This's gotta be
th' absolute BIGGEST...."

	"Okay.  Now...what you're gonna do is milk it--
you know, the way you do the 'bossies'," Juan put his
hands on his hips.

	"Not yet!" he scowled at Tom, "--and prob'ly
I'll start huffin' n' puffin' and looking like I'm having
a stroke--but that's not because it hurts, or I'm in
pain.  It's cuz it feels GOOD--real good!  Understan'?"

	"Cool!"  Tom's hand was just under mine.  I could
feel how eager he was to get started.  "So if I'm jumpin'
around n' shit, just hang on--and, for god's sake, keep
pumpin'!"

	"Wow!" Tom looked at me.  "Can you believe
this???--we're holdin' onto Juan's big, hard cock, man!"
he whispered.

	"You follow ME,"  I announced, self-importantly ,
"--I won the 4H Milking Event, remember?"

	"Ok, boys.  Now, first...go UP.  That's it.  Slowly...
slowly...yeah--just like that!"

	The swallows were busy flying in-and-out of the
loft--their little cheeps and cries echoing above--and
man, were we ever busy below!  My fingers were intent
on finding my 4H, prize-winning, firm-yet-gentle rhythm.

	I felt Juan's velvet-skinned, solid-centered love
muscle radiate its erotic heat over our hip-to-hip, naked
bodies--watched that sexy, dark skin slide up against his
flared, glossy cockhead, then stretch as our three hands
came down, Juan's big vein throbbing against my fingers.

	"Ohhhhh, yeah, boys!  That's it!  A little faster now--
stay together...oh, baby, baby!...."

	My knuckles grazed his muscle-stretched belly button
on the way up and felt his exotic, bushy cockhair on the way
down.

	"...oh that's so GOOOOOD!--mmmmmMMMMMMM!
Three teens pumpin' my big, hard cock!--yeah!--faster now,
Todd!"

	A thrill of joy tingled around my super-sized cockhead,
hearing Juan say my name--say it like I was the only one
fisting him.

	"Keep it going--oh god, yeah!  Like that!  Just like that!
Oh, Christ!---mmmph!--uhhhgh!"

	Jeb was in the middle--standing wedged between
Tom and I--his small hand barely able to cling to the bottom
third of Juan's gigantic dick.  And as our pace increased, he
had to double-fist it, his freckled face flushed as he felt
Juan's huge balls flop against his fingers.

	"Play with m' tits some!  Oh god, yeah!  Reach right up
there!--take 'em--Ungh!--squeeze 'em!"

	Tom and I were barely able to manage jacking that
monster cock, much less use our free hands--but hell, we
sure weren't gonna pass by THAT invitation!  We both
rode our palms up Juan's muscular torso--not taking our
eyes away from his giant cock--til we found those hot,
bulging swells, and grabbed all the hunky pecmeat we
could get.

	"Awwwh, yeah babies!  Feel them mantits?  Them
fat nipples?--ungh!--ohhhh!--fuck, yeah!  Keep pumpin'--
uumph!  ahhhh!"

	It felt like an eternity--it felt timeless--Juan's
cockskin sliding-n'-sheathing the rockhard shaft, his
mushroom bulb oozing syrup, til all we could hear was
the wet, slick, slapping of hard, Latino cockmeat being
frictioned to the point where Juan could no longer stand
it.

	"Oh, Jesus Christ!--PUMP ME!--FUCK!--Oh, fuckin'
fuck!--I'm...I'm...I'm gonna..gonna BLOWWWWW!"

	Juan's pecs turned to granite--his whole body
seizing-up--his eyes glazing over, his monster meat
swelling to twice its girth as our hands pistoned it over
the brink.

	"UHHHHHHHNNGGGhhhhhhh!"

	Jeb's astonished face moved just in time as Juan's
cockhead turned purple, reared-back, and......"UNGH!
UNGH!  Oh, FUCK!  UNGH!"

	Ropes of white sailed over his shoulder, the sight
too incredible to believe!  We fisted on auto-pilot--
feeling the giant thing buck and seize--snorting out
jets of white lava, his balls thudding and heaving.

	"Holy!" Tom's eyes wildly watched the lewd sight
--feeling the creamy load river over his hands--smelling
Juan's maleness waft from his crotch.

	"Oh, stop!  Oh, stop!  STOP!"  Juan shuddered
violently, a sheen of sweat coating his tits.

	We let go, staring at his glowing, spurting head
--watching his naked cockrocket jerk about, spewing
the last of its load.

	Juan's eyes were closed, his fingers pulling on his
nipple-cones, his mouth slack and panting.  'If this wasn't
a heart attack,' I wondered, 'then what would one look
like?'  But after a few seconds, Juan came back to earth,
a big smile spreading over his sexy lips, his breathing
returning to normal.

	"Are--are you okay??"  Tom asked.

	"Hell, yeah!"  Juan grinned, then saw our stunned
faces.  "Hey--c'mon!  Don't look so worried!  That was
th' best ride I've had in a long time, boys!"  He ran his
hand down his abs into his bush, and grabbed his
half-hard meat, squeezing the last dribbles from the
bulbous head.

	"This is my cum.  My jizz--the stuff that makes
babies!"  He seemed all cheery and light-hearted,
almost laughing.  "It's what you guys shoot off in your
PJ's at night!"  He put his hands on his hips, his eyes
glowing with new life.  "So??  Are you ready to rumble?"

	"N-not me," Jeb backed up.  "You two try it!"

	"Me, neither!" Tom announced.

	"What???"  Juan looked at me, but I shook my head,
too.  "Are you crazy???  You're hotter than firecrackers!
Look at your COCKS!"

	They were standing from our bushes like cattle
prods--so ultra-stiff, none of us dared touch them.

	"Yeah, well...hmmfph.  Ok.  Forget it!"  Juan bent
down to pick up his clothes.

	"Wait!  What're you doing?"  Tom said, looking
anxious.

	"I dunno," Juan shrugged, his tubular meat
lengthening, "--going back to my chores, I guess."

	"But--but what about 'The Horny Club'?!"

	"What about it?"  He fingered his briefs.  "I guess
it's over for today."

	Jeb looked at Tom and me--hoping we'd do
something--then looked at Juan.  "Couldn't you just let
us look at your muscles some more, first?  You know...."

	"Yeah," Tom said.  "--not all that 'heart attack' stuff--
just maybe watch you, um, pose, or something?"

	Juan looked at the barn door.  "I dunno, boys--I'm
way behind in my chores..."

	"...we'll help you finish them!" I said quickly, my
eyes racing over his nakedness, thinking I'd never see
a real bodybuilder like Juan naked again.

	He looked us over--at our almost ridiculous
state of arousal--dropped his jockeys, and raised his
right arm into a rockhard flex.  "--how's this?"

	"Yeah!  Super!"  Tom's eyes glowed.

	"C-can we feel it?" Jeb asked.

	"Why not?  You're in 'The Horny Club', aren't you?"

	"Wow!"  Jeb moved right in, reaching up to touch
that muscle-clustered boulder.

	We were quick to join him, my hardon riding up
Juan's naked thigh as we jockeyed for position.  Jeb's
big thumper was pushing into Juan's fat balls.

	"Wait a minute--wait a minute," Juan broke free of
our nude, teen assault, heading over to a pyramid of hay
bales stacked all the way up to the loft.  He tossed a horse
blanket on a couple that were a row higher than the floor,
and sat down, spreading his dark, mahogany legs.

	Like a muscle-blessed, Latino Santa, Juan's
six-foot-two physique looked like a naked,
dream-come-true.  "Bring those horny cocks over here,"
he motioned to us, smiling.  "Let's see what we can do."

	Tom sashayed his chunky erection over proudly,
enjoying the tingles as it jolted from his black bush.
We followed--me watching Jeb's eight-incher sway like
an inward-curving telephone pole.  It looked absurdly
huge on a teen his age, even though Jeb was no shrimp.
All of us were well-developed in a natural, farm-built way.
Solid, is what I'd call it.

	"What're you gonna do?" Jeb asked as we stood on
the floor before the elevated Juan--looking between his
legs at his turgid cock hanging eye-level down over his
giant balls--his rich, black bush on display between his
spread legs.

	"You want to feel up my pecs?"  Juan pulled on his
stud nipples.

	"S-Sure!" Jeb said, climbing up on the bale Juan's feet
rested on.  Tom and I quickly followed, suddenly discovering
we were up higher than we expected, our handons lancing
out at his chest.

	"You know when you're horny, it's not only your hands
that want to be feeling and touching..."  Juan stared at our
jutting boycocks.

	"What do you mean?"  Jeb was in the middle, between
us--suddenly apprehensive.

	"I'll bet those hard cocks of yours are beggin' to be
allowed to feel up these big tits'a mine."  Juan sat up
straighter--throwing his shoulders back--his meaty,
smooth pecs spreading.

	"Oh-God-yeah!"  Tom breathed, tilting his aching,
blunt-nosed rod closer.

	"I--I guess so," Jeb examined Juan's face nervously,
not sure he trusted him.

	"Hey--don't be so skittish,"  Juan said.  "I ain't gonna
do anything crazy, here--ok?"

	"Um, okay."

	"....just let your cock slide up between 'em," Juan
flexed his bulging hills, creating a deep valley, tailor-made
to take Jeb's naked, slightly-pointy hardon.

	"Hell, Jensen--if you won't, I sure as hell...."

	Jeb stopped Tom's challenge, suddenly bending his
knees and thusting his eight-incher between Juan's hot
pecs.  "OHHHhhhh," he moaned, his whole body quivering.

	"That's it, boy--work your hips!  Feels good, huh?"

	I felt left out, my large-headed skinrocket all jealous
and pulsing.

	"Uhhhhhhh!"

	We watched, fascinated, as Juan used his hands to
squeeze his beefy tits over top of Jeb's slip-sliding dong,
making a fleshy tunnel for him to explore.

	"Damn!"  Tom stared, then suddenly angled his hips to
rub his hardon all over Jaun's bulging bicep.

	"Yeah--that's it!  You, too,"  Juan said to me.  "--get in
on the action!"

	Jeb was moaning so loud I wanted to shush him, his
round buttcheeks dimpling as he cock-massaged Juan's
meaty tits.  I levered my tingling titan to touch Juan's left,
bulging arm--the sensation of my cock on his man-muscle
shooting sparks into my balls.

	Jeb was off in his own cock-hungry world, it seemed,
pumping his rod between those pillowing pecs, his cupid
mouth all slack.

	And then suddenly, Juan bent his head down over to
the right and I watched his pink tongue fall out.

	"H-Holy!!"  Tom shouted as Juan licked Tom's cockhead,
even nibbling the whole fat knob with his big, Latino lips.

	"Oh god!!"  Jeb stared at the lewd sight, working his
hips like mad in reaction.

	Juan slurped free of Tom, then leaned over to his left
and gave my giant head a big, wet kiss.  "UHHHhhhhgg," I
shuddered, feeling almost sick it was so erotic.

	"C'mere, boys," Juan opened his huge arms, his biceps
gathering the three of us up like we were no bigger than dolls.
And suddenly our trio of cocks were rubbing against each
other--right in front of Juan's face--the sight and feeling
leaving us wide-eyed and dazed.

	"If you want to be in 'The Horny Club', you've got to stay
put now, hear?"

	We nodded mutely, wondering if he were going to lick
them again.  Instead, he brought his big hands in--pryed our
stiffies down--lifted his chest, and rubbed our dripping
cockheads all over his thumb-sized nipples.

	"UHHHHHhhhhgggg," our arms came around one another's
bare asses, our hips thrusting forward.  My cock dribbled syrup
across his thick pecs--needling shocks racing up my shaft--the
flat of his hands cockwiching our erections against his chest,
smearing those hunky pecs with our boyjuices.

	"OOOoooooh!"  Jeb's body trembled, making Tom and I
grab each of his naked cheeks to steady him.

	Unprepared for what came next, we stared, wild-eyed, as
Juan's large hands wrapped themselves around our cock bouquet,
the heads pressing together into one big bundle.  Yawning open
his wide, sexy mouth, Juan's big lips closed over all three, making
us jump and shudder.

	"Oh God--oh God,"  Jeb quaked.

	I was too shaken with a lust I'd never before experienced,
to speak or even moan--watching Juan begin french-kissing our
satin-headed cockbundle.  My left arm shot out to anchor itself
on his powerful shoulder, and our hips began thrusting our needy
dicks in-and-out of his grasping hands.

	"Unngh!--UUnngh!--OH!--Ahhh!"  we moaned and pumped
our tumid heads past his slobbering lips--seeking satisfaction,
seeking more thrills, wanting more and more and more and....."

	"OH!--OH GOD!!!" Jeb cried, his body catatonic.

	Juan couldn't seem to manage all three of us anymore, our
cockheads popping free of his drooling mouth--but his two hands
held steady as we pistoned in-and-out of his grip, no longer
apprehensive--no longer all wussy and precious.

	I, for one, could've cared less if I had a heart attack!--nor
did I care about Jeb's whimpers and moans.  My right hand dove
into the crack of Jeb's cute ass--joining Tom in wanting more of
that, too--our fingers digging deep, til we were both fingering
his clenching rosebud.

	"C'mon, man!--pump 'em, or something!"  Tom said, gruffly,
his hips knifing his porkbarrel-of-a-cock into Juan's lose grip.

	Suddenly Juan let go of all three--latching instead onto
mine and Tom's.  "You two take his," he said.

	Moaning like wounded animals at Juan's expert fingers
on our lusty cocks, Tom and I took our hands away from Jeb's
butt--brought them in front--and wrapped them around Jeb's
eight-incher.

	"Oh god!--oh god!--oh god!"  Jeb kept babbling--looking
down at our milking fists--his pelvis tilted, his balls slapping my
baby finger as he pumped in sync with our two-fisted action.

	The whole, horny business was more than I could process.
Were anyone up in the hayloft looking down, he would have
seen a hugely-muscled, naked Latino sitting spread-legged on
a shelf of bales--his ten-inch cock throbbing--with three naked,
moaning teens standing before him--all busy fisting, and being
fisted--their young, developed muscles flexing, as they headed
for their first-ever liftoff into manhood.

	"Oh NO!  Oh God!!  OH STOP!!!  STOPPPPP!!!!"  Jeb
demanded, his whole body quaking in alarm.

	No one was about to stop!  No one could stop!

	If anything, his whimpy protests only made Tom and
I pump faster.

	"OHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!"

	I felt Jeb's dick rear back and expand, his pointy-headed
cock suddenly exploding in a cascade of white-hot cream--the
stuff roping out over Juan's dark tits--the sight more than
Tom and I could handle.

	"Awwwh, fuck!  Look at THAT!!"  Tom groaned as we
pumped out streamer-after-streamer of Jeb's virginal cum.

	I couldn't look at it long--couldn't think--couldn't cope!
My hand fisted Jeb as if it weren't even mine, while my whole
being centered around my own hotter-than-hell cock.

	Juan's left hand flew up-and-down my seven-inch shaft--
the loose skin slip-sliding over my rockhard core--the feeling
too ripe to describe.  It felt like something alarmingly powerful
was building inside my slogging boyballs--something necessary--
something too important to try and prevent.

	"Juan!!!"  I called down, my hips locking upward, my eyes
staring in helpless wonder as his fist slowed, while squeezing
just under my peehole.

	I shuddered violently--nearly blacking-out--watching my
bulbous cockhead suddenly erupt, fountains of boymilk striping
his thick, brown neck and muscular jaw.

	"Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!!  Oh FUCKKKKK!!!"  Tom's eyes flew
open to watch his love-muscle buck in Juan's grip and pound out
a pint of white sperm, the stuff cannonading across Juan's chest.

	We both kept on shooting, leaving Jeb to take over his own
final spurts.  Shy no more, he took hold of his Swedish Sizzler,
pumping like mad, shuddering over the juicy thrills he now knew
were a joyride made in heaven!

	"What the FUCK is going ON in here!!!!!?"

	We whirled around to find my Dad--hands on hips--
glowering at Juan, his firey eyes taking in the sight of our
naked, cock-spurting, Horny Club orgy.

	"Poppa!"  I stared at him in alarm.


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