Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2006 17:44:50 -0700
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: Joe's Gym Posedown Orgy

	"There's nothing to lose but your clothes,"
Joe winked, handing out the flyers.

	I watched from my cross trainer--watched
how he was very selective about who got one.

	"Sorry, pal," he said to a tall, lanky guy,
"--serious lifters only!"

	None of the chicks got one either, one of
them calling him a misogynist.  Then the most
built dude in the gym got stopped as he headed
out the door.

	"It's a promotional thing," Joe handed him
the invite.  "--biggest physique jocks in town will
be there..."

	"...yeah, Joe?  What's in it for me, man?
That's one of my workout days."

	Even Joe--a burly, ex-wrestler--looked
humbled by the tanned, ultra-pumped stud's
6'2" body.  "--free food--free drinks--a chance
to strut your stuff..."

	"...keep talking, Joe," the guy worked
his muscular, unshaven jaw as he read the
handout.

	"--and there'll be a photographer--the
best there is..."

	"--So???"

	"So, you'll get prints of the shots he
takes of you, Rick--that's gotta be worth
at least..."

	"...I know what it's worth--now what's
the catch?  With you there's always a catch."

	Joe spread open his palms.  "Hey, Rick--
c'mon, man!  The only thing I'm asking is that
you guys wear posing thongs..."

	"Turning queer on us, Joe?" Rick smiled
wryly.

	"I TOLD you, it's a promotional thing!
There'll be a posing stand, even.  The
photographer said..."

	"...just ribbing you, man.  Yeah--ok,
Joe," he stretched his huge arms.  "Count
me in.  I need the photos."

	I have to admit I was flattered when
Joe sought me out, beginning his spiel, which
I cut off telling him I'd heard what he'd said
to Rick.

	"No oil or nothin' like that," Joe said,
"--and forget about shavin' your legs and
chest and all that shit.  This isn't LA--I just
want people to see some shots of
goodlooking dudes who workout here."
He pawed his beefy pecs through his
tanktop.  "And the thongs'll bring the
ladies in here."  He smiled at me.  "Hell, we
might even do a calendar..."

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

	It was one of those West Vancouver
architectual wonders--a penthouse condo
on top of a multi-tiered building--each level
jutting further out over a steep drop down
to the blue Pacific.

	Joe met me at the door, holding a
scotch.  "Don't look so shocked!  This place
ain't mine--but it's nice to have friends in
high places, huh?"  he winked at his pun.

	Behind his huge body I glimpsed any
number of near-nude, strolling studs, making
me suddenly feel both nervous, and way
over-dressed.

	Joe himself wasn't following his own
rule--wearing a Joe's Gym t-shirt and a kilt,
of all things.  "You can change in any of the
bedrooms--" he nodded towards the hall, "or
even right here, if you want, Todd.  I can keep
any valuables you got in the safe."

	"There's even a safe in this place, huh?"
I smiled, my eyes focused behind him.
"Where is it?--behind your friend's portrait?"
I handed him my wallet and watch, eyeing a
tall, broad-shouldered, black dude walking
past in a snow white T-barred thong that
left nothing to the imagination.  I recognized
him from the gym, vaguely remembering
someone calling him Jessie.   "So what's th'
deal, here, Joe?  We just get naked and walk
around??"

	"ALMOST naked, dude--there aren't any
babes to distract you--but this isn't a pornset,
ok?"

	"I was joking, Joe."

	"Whatever--just so you know th' score.
Think of it as a party with a photographger
who's hoping to get some physique shots
worth publishing."

	"Cool."

	"There's an open bar, or an assortment
of juices in the fridge--the dining room has a
buffet..."

	"...so all we do is walk about looking
pretty..."

	"...and there's a posing stand--or whatever
you call it--so you guys can show off and get
some physique pics done--"

	"...I'll haul 'em out when I'm old n' grey
and see what a hunk I used to be, huh?"

	"Nothing lasts forever," Joe patted his
receding hairline, "--take it from me," he
grinned.

	There had to be at least four bedrooms
to choose from.  I opened a door and walked
in on a bareassed, dark-skinned guy bending
over to pull up his tiny thong.

	"Oh, sorry...."

	"For what?" he said over a big shoulder.
"--you can help me figure out how to get into
this thing!"

	His voice was Latino-sounding--a
matter-of-fact, friendly dude it seemed.

	"I'm sure no expert," I tried not checking
out his lightly-furred, stud butt and his very
dark, very large balls swaying below.  "I had to
go out and actually buy one of these numbers..."

	"....not our usual outfit, huh?" he finally
managed to get his feet through the flimsy
straps as I threw my shirt on the bed.

	"...Joe should've had a male stripper here
to help us out," I opened my pants and let them
drop.  I watched his broad-shouldered, wide,
muscled back straighten as he slid the
T-barring strap up betweeen his totally-round,
undimpled, dark brown cheeks.

	He laughed a bit, then turned--his
full-sized pecs lightly haired--his nipples
very large and very dark.  "If this was a club
or something, I could maybe get into this,"
he pulled the straps into the delving groove
his intercostals made above his narrow hips.
I had to glance down at his canary-yellow
pouch.  It was very, very full.  "My name's
Jose," he put out his hand.

	My bikini briefs were halfway down
my cock.  "I'm Todd, Jose," I stood back up,
my brown pubic bush on display.  "--hell of
a way to meet a guy, huh?"

	He watched me strip--my soft,
big-headed dong slapping my low-hangers.
"Works for me," he grinned.  "--no one says
two words to me at the gym."

	I quickly fished my black-strapped,
blue-pouched poser out of my jacket on the
bed, feeling observed and shy.  "Now it's your
turn to advise ME," I ripped open the package,
my dick thudding my nuts.  "You'd think
Speedos would do for something like this..."

	"...or a jockstrap," Jose watched me
fumble the elastic strings up my hairy thighs
and snap the pouch into place.

	"Woah," I laughed.  "--how about that
T-bar!"

	"It's carving me a new asshole," he
pulled at his pouch as we walked to the door.

	Watching Jose's globes rub together
was getting me more aroused than I ever
would have thought.  Not gay--but then again,
not seriously straight, either--I was in a kind
of never-neverland-zone when I arrived at that
party.  Truth be told, I was feeling very
fucked-up about what was going on in my
confused head.

	"You want a drink, Todd?--or are you
a juice-only nut?" Jose asked over his shoulder.

	"At something like THIS?" We entered
the expansive living room. "I need all the liquid
courage I can get!"

	There were guys everywhere--all of them
musclestuds--all of them as nearly-nude as we
were.  I only recognized a few.  I hadn't a clue
where Joe had gotten the others from.  Some
were short, yet perfectly proportioned--and
others--like the statuesque black hunk, Jessie,
were straight out of the latest 'Men's Health'
mag.

	"You don't need to be nervous, you know,
Todd," Jose grabbed the Johnnie Walker off the
table serving as a bar.  "You look born to wear
that thing."  His big, wide-set brown eyes, ran
over my hard-earned pecs and down my torso.

	"Thanks, man," I said, genuinely grateful.
"--you, too, buddy."

	I didn't allow myself to again check out
his own, big-nippled chest--I was having enough
trouble willing my cock to stay soft as it was.

	"Hey, dudes--I'm the photographer--
Ron."

	I turned to see a fully-clothed, very
handsome Asian, about twenty, smiling up at
us.  Around 5'6", he nicely filled-out his Joe's
Gym T-shirt, having a good set of shoulders and
biceps on him.  His perfect nipples dented the
cotton fabric.

	"Hey, Ron!  I'm Jose, and this is Todd..."

	We shook hands, Ron's eyes running
over our nude torsos, a non-digital Nikon
around his neck.  "Lookin' good, dudes!  I won't
have to work at making you two seem more
ripped!"  His exotic, very sexy eyes flitted over
our full pouches.

	"So, Ron--how'd you weasel out of
wearing one of these?" Jose patted his thong.

	Ron laughed, a sweet, merry sound.
"Oh, I doubt you'd want to see ME in a thong!
You're the ones who're built!  I'm just a
shrimp..."

	Jose's hand suddenly reached out and
tested Ron's bicep.  "...some shrimp, pal.
You're being way too modest!"

	"And you're being way too flattering!"
He flexed into Jose's grip a bit, then laughed
again.  "Anyway, I hope you'll step up on the
podium and pose for some shots--I'll look
forward to it!"  He smiled and headed towards
the sliding doors.

	"Friendly guy," I watched him go, noting
his gym-shorts-covered, sweet butt.

	"So far everyone I've met's friendly," Jose
handed me a scotch and water,"--meaning you,
Todd."

	"It's mutual."  We clinked glasses, then
headed back into the living room.

	"Jesus--check out these giants, man!--holy
smokes!"  Jose's voice was hushed, his eyes
surveying the thonged 'competition'.

	"No wonder Ron says he feels like a
shrimp," I murmured.  "--so do I."

	Already a certain, cliquey thing seemed
to be going on--the Scandinavian, tall, built,
blond studs hanging out together--comparing
tans--the shorter guys left out, each trying to
appear taller.  The few men of color were
gathered on the balcony--vying for attention
from the huge Jessie in his white, sex-crammed
poser.

	He must have been 6'4", with a set of
pecs I never dreamed possible.  Had I seen such
a chest in a muscle mag, I'd have dismissed it
as being air-brushed.  His saucer-sized nipples
were so perky, they looked almost glued on the
crests of those huge, shelf-like pecs.

	"Fuck--maybe I should ditch you and find
out where the Latinos are hanging," Jose scoffed.
"--no favoritism going on here!"

	I laughed, liking Jose more and more.
Not only was he built and beautiful--he lacked
attitude.  "Yeah--and I'll join the white-bread,
short club!"

	"Short???--what are you...5'10"?--
5'11"?"

	"I'm 5'10 1/2" to be exact--same as you,
I think."

	The doorbell rang.  We watched Joe
usher in the hunky Rick.

	"Wow!  Who's THAT dude?"

	"Haven't you seen him at Joe's?  His
name's Rick."

	"...I guess he'll join the 'tall club'," Jose
stared as Rick nodded at Joe's instructions and
then headed for the hallway.

	"....he's in a league of his own, I think,"
I watched his perfect bubble butt switch
back-and-forth below his endlessly deep,
V-shaped back.

	We sipped our scotches--hearing
occasional bursts of male laughter--and
watched Ron crouching and shooting away
while his muscled subjects flexed and preened.
It didn't take long to discover that nearly all
of the California types had devoted a lot of
effort to shaving every square inch of their
bodies, the effect making them look like
burnished, tanned gods.

	I myself like a little--or even alot--of
well-placed hair on a guy's physique.  It's
masculine--which was one of the reasons I
found Jose's lightly-haired pecs so hunky.
The other reason--which I couldn't admit to
then--were his darkly-seductive, pencil-eraser
nipples, and permanently-tanned, satin-like
skin.

	"Judas Priest!" Jose was staring behind
me.

	I turned to watch Rick make his
entrance, his black thong so sheer, the
whole world was invited to check out his
big fat dong, and even fatter balls.

	"Looks like we're a bit over-dressed all
of a sudden," I murmured.  "Jesus Christ!"

	"...and, turned into shrimps," Jose said.
"--check out those biceps..."

	"...and abs and delts..."

	"...and lats and PECS!  Holy shit!"

	I maybe could've handled seeing Ripped
Rick in that seethru black thong of his--could
have even dealt with his soccerball bare butt
bouncing out from his hips.  But godalmighty--
that chest!  Unlike Jessie's sloping, meaty
slabs, Rick's mammoth tits were a mirror
image of his butt!  Muscular cheeks
with rivet-sized nipples, coated with a swirling
forest of fine, ultra-curly, black hair, his tits
made my mouth juice up--made me have to
tear my eyes away before my thong pouch
jutted upward.

	I felt Jose grab my arm.  "He's heading
our way, Todd..."

	Hey--how's it goin'?"

	Even his hand was hairy, wrapped
around either a gin and soda, or just plain
soda.

	"My name's Todd--and this is Jose...."

	He nodded, then genuinely smiled.
"I'm Rick."  He looked around.  "Some party,
huh?"

	Wherever he looked, guys were
looking back at him--sizing him up--their
envy blatantly obvious.  He seemed to care
less, looking quickly back at us.  "Where's the
photographer guy?  Joe says...."

	"....he's out there on the balcony.
Name's Ron..." Jose sounded like he was trying
to work at being relaxed, while keeping his
eyes from straying away from Rick's handsome
face.

	If it weren't for a nose that looked
like it had been busted once, Rick's
cheekboned, strong-jawed, unshaven face
would have been on the cover of 'GQ'--along
with his stud physique.

	"You pose for him yet?" Rick looked at
the painted, four-foot-square, plywood box
in the octagonal, glassed-in atrium.

	"Hell, nobody's posed yet--for him, or
anyone else," Jose said.  "I'll need a few
more of these before I'LL climb up there!"

	Rick looked him over, smiling--then
turned his light-brown eyes on me.  "You two
look hot, man.  Don't give me that false
humility shit."

	I didn't know what to do with the
compliment.  "You feel like kicking things
off?"  I nodded towards the atrium.

	"Sure.  No problem."

	"S-seriously??"  Jose's voice
cracked.

	"Do me a favor and get Joe to put on
some dance tunes--you know--electronic."

	Jose nearly tripped over his bare feet
trying to make a beeline over to Joe.

	"Hold this for me, Todd--will you?"

	I took his drink, watching his rippling,
broad back and cantalope cheeks make their
way across the living room--watched every
musclestud in the place stare along with me.

	Taking a minute to alert Ron to what
was going down, we went together toward
the sunlit space.

	"Finally someone's biting the bullet!" Ron
grinned, his flawless skin radiantly cheerful.
He adjusted his camera lens as he walked.

	"Not just ANYone," I said.  "Get aload of
HIM!"

	Ron stopped dead in his tracks, watching
Rick climb up on the podium, his sheer, black
thong even more revealing in all that natural
light.

	"Holy crow, Todd!" he whispered, his
eyes running up Rick's giant, hairy legs to fix
themselves on his pouch-bulging, on-display crotch.

	"I know, buddy!"  I laughed breathily.
"You ever do a porn shoot?"

	Suddenly the condo boomed with club
music, the bass pumping out a throbbing, fast
beat.  Jose caught up with us as the room quickly
filled with the near-nude throng of musclestuds.

	Rick seemed oblivious to all the
attention--his eyes closed--his huge-shouldered,
big-biceped, V-shaped body swaying to its own,
slow, sensual rhythm.  He ran his hands over his
furry tits, squeezing them, then pinching his
nipples.

	"Holy Fuck!" Ron began shooting in
rapid-fire bursts, moving in front of the crowd.

	Rick's hands slid down his lightly-furred
abs, slowly reaching his basket, which he hid
from sight while working his hips and butt as
he dipped down, knees bent.

	"Oh God," Jose said, "--I'm gonna throw a
rod, here--Jesus..."

	"Somone's beating you to it," I said above
the music, nodding over at Jessie.  The Mr. Black
Adonis's skimpy white poser was being stretched
to the point where it could no longer be called a
pouch.  Moving to the beat and clapping, his great
big grin told the room that he could care less his
black, tubular meat was becoming a
pouch-distorting, monster hardon!  The giant,
flared head pushed at the cloth as the shaft
lengthened and his balls fattened.

	"Goddamn!"  Jose looked around the room,
watching posers fill up with swollen dick--watching
our fellow musclestuds get turned-on by Rick's
self-pleasuring striptease.

	The hairy-pec'd stud's hands massaged his
bulging basket, while grinding and working his
bubble butt to the beat--then they came away,
revealing a huge, half-hard, fleshy tubesteak--
getting harder by the second--trapped inside his
see-thru black poser.  And already, Rick's
ultra-hairy cockbush was pouring out from the
gaping top.

	He bent his knees outward, while spreading
his giant, hairy thighs and leaning so far backward,
his hands landed on the back of the podium.

	He laughed up at the glass ceiling,
hip-tossing his dong and balls til his pouch
couldn't hold them in any longer.

	Ron gasped as he stood at crotch level,
snapping away in machine-gun rapidity.
Rick's mushroom-headed nine-incher suddenly
flopped out the top of this thong--tossing
wildly as it hardened--his fat, hairy balls
suddenly thudding free along with it.

	"Awwwh, fuck!" Ron moaned, setting aside
his camera, pulling off his t-shirt and shoving
down his gymshorts.  His seven-inch, arrow-tipped
hardon smacked his well-muscled belly--his two,
perfect, hairless balls dancing to the music, below
his black-bushy vee.

	Like a lust-demented maniac, Ron lost it
right there and then--his red shorts wrapped
around his ankles--moving inbetween Rick's
thrusting thighs, til his sweet Asian face got
cockwhipped by Rick's billyclub meat and
slogging balls.

	"FUCK!" Jose pulled down his poser,
letting loose his dark, meaty cock--the bulbous
head pushing through the generous foreskin--
all wet and glistening.

	That's all it took for me to do the
same, feeling a heart-pounding rush as my
eight-inch, big-knobbed, cut hardon sprang
out from my brown bush.

	Without so much as a word, Jose and I
reached across to feel each other's ripe cocks,
our free hands coming around to play with
each other's naked butts.  We watched as
Ron pulled Rick's poser right down and off
Rick's feet.

	A lusty roar overwhelmed the music,
the six-foot-two, Amazon-sized Jessie
literally ripping his white poser to shreads.
His purple, mushroom-headed black totem
thudded his abs--a thunder of kinky cockhair
wreathing his vee--his gigantic balls swinging
wildly as he tore through the crowd.

	Jose and I started fisting each other,
staring at his out-of-control, massively-muscled
physique as he stopped in front of Ron's
upraised, inviting bubble butt.  He smacked
those ivory cheeks with his ten-inch monster,
uttering curses and groans.

	Ron was busy sucking Rick's lip-stretching
cock--his cute face buried in his hairy crotch--
Rick still bent backwards, hip-feeding Ron's hot
mouth.  Instead of running in alarm, I watched
Ron arch his back and raise his hard, smooth
cheeks higher while trying to throat Rick's huge
hardon.

	Bellowing in heat, the ebony-muscled
Jessie bent his giant cock down at Ron's
offered-up, pink hole--bent his knees--and
literally stuffed it in, plowing Ron's lily-white
cheeks apart.

	I couldn't take it--the sight so raunchy
and hot, I reached behind Jose's thick neck
and pulled him to my lips.  He moaned, delving
his muscular tongue down my throat.  Letting
go of our cocks, we let them tango together,
dry-humping each other's hard bellies and
grunting.

	We heard another roar, and looked to
see a smooth-muscled, tanned, Scandinavian
musclegod move in behind the assfucking
Jessie.  His eight-inch, pink rod throbbed in
heat from his crisp, blond bush, as the
pec-blessed, big-biceped Swede then used
his thumb to pry it down and split open that
black, bowling-ball ass.

	"HEY!  What th' FUCK're you DOIN'???!"
the Afro-American Hulk bellowed over his
shoulder.

	"Keep fucking and TAKE it!" the blond
bomber bent Jessie over and rammed him
full of Swedish dick.

	Joe shoved his way to the podium,
trying to Rick to stop what he'd started.
Rick was still bent over backwards, anchored
by his out-thrust arms--his hairy, nude torso
flexing up at the ceiling--his head thrown
back beyond the edge of the podium--Ron
still sucking his huge cock.

	After a bunch of useless pleading--his
'promotional' gig a bust--Joe himself roared
out curses while ripping off his t-shirt.  The
guy was built like a WWF, burly-chested
monster--his smooth pecs sporting cork-sized
nipples, his beefy body flexing a true sixpack--
a throbbing vein pulsing in his bullneck and
along the surface of his giant biceps.

	Jose and I hip-fucked our naked
cocks against our bellies as Joe swore a
blue streak, lifted his kilt to show the
room his naked, hairy crotch.  His
bratwurst-sized dong flopped around,
half-hard--the peach-sized head covered
in folds of soft foreskin--his bullballs so
heavy, they barely swung at all.

	Bending at the knee--his hands
holding up the hem of his kilt--Joe lowered
those hairy rocks to Rick's upraised face,
cursing to feel Rick's flat tongue sandpaper
them like a hungry tiger.

	"Awwwwh, fuck!" Jose grabbed my
bare ass--pushing our crotches together--
panting and humping.

	We watched Joe's wrist-thick dong
pulse upward--the foreskin retracting--
til the dome of his helmet head emerged
in all its shiny glory.  Then pulling free of
his kilt, Joe tossed it aside--his naked,
power-lifter physique proudly on display--
as he bent his kielbasa sausage down to
Rick's cocksucking mouth.

	I groaned and pushed Jose back
to slobber up his hunky tits, when another
howl hit the air, above the relentless beat
of the music.  One of Jessie's buddies--a
very young, tattooed, street-thug Puerto
Rican, with a killer body--used his lean,
muscular arms to bendover the Swedish
stud, while smacking his pink ass with his
dark, nine-inch chorizo cock.

	"I'll teach you to fuck a brotha'!" he
spanked both cheeks with his hands--his
hard-as-cast-iron, dark-meated cock
dripping pre-cum as he wetly rode the
vein-bulging shaft up that pink, split ass--
then plowed it inside, his low-hangers
slapping.  The blond stud groaned like a
wounded lion, drove his hips into Jessie,
who in turn deeply skewered the
cocksucking Ron.

	In every corner of the octagonal space,
guys were pulling off their posers.  The
whole, cliquey, whites-with-whites,
blacks-with-blacks thing caving in fast.
Erected meat of all shapes and thicknesses
swung out from bushy, ball-heavy crotches,
as muscled hunks sought out their
secret-fetish stud--feeling up biceps,
sucking on tits, and playing with cocks--
then finally falling to the floor in hot, wet
69 action.

	Jose wasn't caught up in the
frenzied, mindless rutting--wanting a
little tenderness, a little love--pulling me
from my tit-slathering to firmly stare into
my eyes while taking hold of our throbbing
cocks.  The music changed to something
more sensual and slow, as Jose milked his
meat to pull his foreskin up over my cut,
mushroom cockead, docking our manly
fuckpoles, while delivering me a wet,
tongue-swabbing kiss.  He masturbated
us in rhythm to the grinding music, brushing
his tits across mine.

	My moans joined the others in that
orgy-filled atrium--my building lust heading
me quickly to the edge of the orgasm cliff.

	Suddenly Ron's voice filled the room
as he pulled free of Jessie's black invader.
"Give it to me!  Spew that hot, muscle-cream
all over my face!" he yelled, sliding to the
tiled floor.

	We watched, wide-eyed, as Jessie's
muscular ass evacuated its Swedish cock--
the huge stud quickly squatting over Ron's
face, lowering his black balls into the sweet
Asian's pink mouth--while fisting his giant,
purple-headed cock.

	Rick slurped-out Joe's sausage, then
rose up to full height on the podium--his
hairy tits sporting nipples the size of baby
cocks--going into a full, double-bicep's pose,
his tremendous arms topping 18", his abs
standing out in all their cut, ripped glory.
Polevaulting from his hairy crotch was his
nine-inch third arm, which glistened from
Ron's cocksucking.  Relaxing his pose,
Rick spread his stallion thighs, arched
his broad back, and began jacking his
muscular cock with both hands, his hairy
balls flopping in counterpoint.

	This seemed to trigger the whole
room into gathering around Ron--those
horny-as-hell musclehunks thrusting their
cock-dripping hips over his spread-legged
body--flogging their meaty dicks, each
wanting to be the first to douse his
naked, ivory flesh.

	"Yeah!--oh-fuck-yeah!" Ron stared
up at the carnal sight of a dozen arching
cocks and heaving balls.

	The Herculean Jessie rose up and
turned to stare at Rick's two-fisted rod,
opening his mouth to take his cum, while
beating his black BigBoy to eruption.

	Joe--still behind the podium--
whacked his beercan cock while planting
his face inside Rick's furry ass, licking like
a maniac.

	Jose planted hickies on my neck,
drawing me back into our own little world--
his large, insistent hands keeping my
naked cockhead hooded with his sexy
foreskin as he pumped me into that lusty
dreamworld where everything is erect and
hairy and male--where muscles flex and tits
are solid and balls are slapping together in
heat.

	"UHHHHHhhhghhh!"  Rick groaned,
watching in wild-eyed lust as his giant rod
exploded in Jessie's yawning, waiting, pink
mouth.

	That creamy load no sooner basted
his tonsils than he himself shot jets of hot
jizz all over Rick's naked, muscular foot.

	"Oh Fuck!  Oh Fuck!! Shoot it!  Give it to
me!!!" Ron groaned, his own cock erupting,
sending fountains of cream straight up in the
air, landing on his tits and face.

	Enormous groans filled the room as
the hunching studs watched their flogging
cocks spurt and shoot--the jizzing ribbons
striping Ron's writhing muscles--the sexy
Laotian trying to catch some in his smiling
mouth.

	Jose increased his docking, jacking
rhythm, our knees turning to jello--our
down-turned faces staring at our overheated,
frictioning rods--knowing these were our final
few seconds of pre-orgasmic bliss.

	"Unghhhh!" Jose grunted.

	"Jose!  OH!  OH, Fuckkkkkk!"

	My foreskin-sheathed cockhead
ballooned in heat, rubbing across his--
our cockmouths expanding into contorted
spouts.

	Gushers of thundering cum blasted
out at one another, spraying in all directions
as we shouted each other's name and
heaved, watching our Siamese cocks--
joined-at-the-head--fuck together and
spew out splashes of jizzy man-cream.

	Panting and close to blacking-out,
we fell to our knees--locked in an
embrace--kissing in panting, lust-relieving
joy.

	The pulsing beat of the music matched
our pounding hearts as I finally came out of
the closet for good, in the strong arms of
my new Latino-stud lover.

	"Let's blow this joint," Jose licked and
kissed into my ear, helping us to our feet.

	I looked around at all the panting,
slumped-over, naked muscles--at the beauty
of all those physiques with their half-hard,
cum-dripping dongs.

	"I think we just did," I said, shaking
out the last dribbles of my best-ever load.

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