Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2006 21:59:09 -0700
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: "Naked Gymnast Weekend" - Part One

	"It's sure getting colder," Chico said, looking out the
sliding doors, "--but at least it's not supposed to rain."

	"The sun's still hot, though," Tony said from the sofa.
"It's going to be great.  We can always use that wood stove,
huh, Jordan?"

	I brought out a round of beers.  We clinked bottles and
sat in my parents' beatup, cabin furniture.  "As long as we cut
more.  My dad really gets pissed if I use his precious woodpile."
I laughed then.  "I swear he actually counts the logs!"

	"The lake looks VERY cold," Chico's South American accent
made me smile.  "I just want to stay in this place."

	"There's the hot tub, too," I swigged my beer.  "We
replaced the filtration system--all we have to do is switch it on."

	"Really?"  Chico's light-brown eyes lit up.

	"See, Chico?"  Tony grinned.  "Now we can be Danish, like
Jordy--hot tub until we're boiling to death--then jump in the lake!"

	"I'll just stay inside of the tub,"  Chico said.  "I can't stand it,
being cold!  It is so COLD, here!"  He shivered theatrically.
"--especially close to the water!"

	"You say that every year, man.  How long does it take to
adjust?  Jeez!"  Tony swigged his beer.  "I've lived here less time
than you, and I'm fine with it."

	Chico shrugged, then drank.  "Italy isn't Argentina--okay?"
He looked even smaller in the old armchair.  His perfectly
proportioned body was curled-up into it, like a Puma--like some
kind of lithe, exotic cat.

	It was great having the cabin to ourselves.

	"Your routine was amazing yesterday," I said to Chico.

	His white teeth flashed a smile.  "Thank you.  Yours was,
too!  You have got your dismounts to be perfect!"

	I looked at Tony.  "Are you really going to switch to the
rings?"

	He shrugged his big shoulders.  "Coach said I don't have
to give up the bars--but no one wants to do rings.  And someone
has to."  His eyes were almost black, I noticed--all pupil.  "Why
don't you volunteer?"

	I laughed.  "High bar and rings go together.  Parallel bars
and rings are totally different!  Totally."  I swigged my beer.
"Besides, you're built for rings.  I don't have the lats for it."

	"Shit,"  Tony wiped his mouth.  "You've got lats to die for,
Jordie!  Don't give me that crap!"

	"I wish I could do those things,"  Chico said.  "The coach
always say 'no' to me because I am small."

	I looked at him, envying Chico's compact physique.  "Well,
he's full of it, man.  All one of us has to do is lift you up--once
you're there, you'd be awesome!"

	Tony killed his beer, watching Chico and I finish ours.
"--Coach has such a thing about size.  It's really stupid."  He got
up from the sofa.  "You mind if I get three more?"

	I handed him my empty, looking up at his six-foot body.
"Yeah, well, just because you want to try doing floor routines,"
I said.

	"What's wrong with that?"  Tony headed to the fridge.

	"Not everyone can do it,"  Chico said.  "Guys like you and
Jordan would maybe get a back injury.  It's easier when you're
a shrimp."

	"There you go again, man.  You may be short, but you're
sure no shrimp!"  I said, looking at Chico's shoulders and arms.

	Tony came back in and handed down our beers.  "How'd
you get started in gymnastics, Jordie?  They don't teach it in
high school."

	I took a swig, then shook my head and laughed.  "If I
told you the truth, I'd never hear the end of it!"

	"Oh yeah?"  Chico's eyes were studying my face.  "Is it
a secret?"

	"It's--I don't know--embarrassing, I guess."  I shifted my
180 lbs. around in the chair.  I smiled and shrugged.

	"Jeez!"  Tony grinned.  "What's the big deal, Jordie?  I
thought you'd just say 'The Olympics', or something."

	I swallowed even more beer.  "You'll just ending up
mocking me."

	"Of course!  It's so easy!"

	Even one beer has an effect on me, and we'd finished
our first round way too fast.  Alcohol always loosens me up
more than I'm comfortable with.

	I stood up.  "Shit.  Who cares?  I'm not proud.  I was
only twelve.  We were all twelve once."

	"No shit," Chico grinned.  "Tony still is!"

	I walked over the rug and onto the rough pine floor.  I
could feel their eyes on me as I knelt down and rooted
through the bottom shelf of a cobwebbed bookcase.  It was
full of magazines and old yearbooks.

	"This is getting interesting!"  Tony called out.

	"It's probably a trophy his dad won, or something," Chico
said.

	"That wouldn't be embarrassing," Tony said.

	I saw Chico's big brown eyes widen as I brought over the
magazine I'd dug out.

	"Hola!" he said, staring up at the photo on the back.  "What
the heck is THAT?"

	I stood between the sofa and Chico's armchair, looking at
the cover.  "It's a 1972 copy of 'The American Nudist'," I smiled.
"I was twelve--and my best friend found it hidden in his sister's
bedroom"

	"No shit!"  Tony said, his curiosity rising.  "And so you kept
it?"

	I thumped the cover.  "This guy's physique made me want
one just like his,"  I felt stupid admitting it.  "And the little write-up
says he's a professional gymnast."

	"Lemme see it,"  Chico said, just as Tony reached up and
grabbed it.

	"Holy crow!  No friggin' wonder!  Look at that body!"

	Chico bounced out of his chair.  "Wow!  He sure has a
hairy chest!"

	"Shit," Tony laughed up at him.  "So do YOU, man--and
your pecs are even BETTER than his!"

	Chico rubbed his t-shirt, still staring down.  "I don't have
THAT much hair.  And I'll never have biceps that big."

	"Yeah, well, that's not ALL that's big on this dude," Tony
said with a smirk.

	I could feel my cheeks start to burn.  If it's one thing I
hate about myself, it's that I blush very easily--and being blond
makes it really noticeable.

	"What are you talking about?"  Chico laughed.  "Yours is
way bigger--so's Jordie's!"

	"So's YOURS,"  Tony said back.

	"Jesus," I said.  "I knew I shouldn't have shown you this."

	"Too bad we're circumsized," Chico said to Tony.  "Look
at all that sweet skin on his."

	"Huge balls, though, huh?"  Tony swigged some beer.  "And
he sure is hairy."  He looked up at me.  "You're really hairy down
below--just like me."  He nodded at Chico.  "It's only Chico who has
hair on his chest."

	"Even my ass crack has hair--not much, though,"  Chico
giggled.  "It all keeps my body warm--too bad for you guys."

	Tony thumbed through the rest of the magazine, Chico
sitting beside him on the sofa.  They seemed totally absorbed.

	I decided to return to my chair, surprised to see I was
already most of the way through my second beer.

	"I guess they put their 'star' on the cover.  Everyone else
in here looks ready for the nursing home!"

	"We have a nude beach in Buenos Aries, but only the beautiful
people use it," Chico said. "These guys seem to love volleyball, but
these old women should just plays cards or something!"

	"I could get into this," Tony finally tossed the magazine
aside.  "I hate wearing a jockstrap everyday."  He killed his beer,
with Chico not far behind.

	"I never used to wear one," Chico said, fumbling with his
jeans.  "--not until you two forced me to!"  He took Tony's empty
and got up when I showed him mine.

	"Get three more, please." I looked at Chico's male bulge and
smiled.  "No one 'forced' you to, ok?  We very kindly pointed out
that you looked like you were trying to hide a cucumber!"

	"Ardite!" Chico swore in Spanish, hunting for more beer.

	Tony laughed, knowing we were getting Chico going, "You
Latinos wear pants a whole size too small," he called over.
"--like you're trying to wow the babes."

	"Fuck.  I don't even like chicks," Chico countered.  "--it's just
a style!"  He came in and handed around the bottles.

	"Well, guys with wangs like ours have to be modest, or it
looks like we're advertising," I said, the beer loosening me up more
by the minute.

	"So?"  Chico's eyes flashed at me, then at Tony.  "We aren't
'advertising' nothing out here, anyways!"

	Tony burst out laughing, making Chico glare at him.  "What's
THAT supposed to mean, man?"  Tony asked, shrugging at me,
trying to goad Chico on.

	"I MEAN," Cho's face looked fiercely cute whenever we got
him fired-up.  "There isn't anybody OUT here, IS there, Mr. Big Guy?"
He nodded at the picture window.  "We don't have to wear a jock in
front of each OTHER!"

	I tried not to laugh.  Chico's accent always grew broader when
he was upset.  It made Tony and I continually try to get him riled.

	"It's not exactly a nude beach in Buenos Aries, either, Chico,"
Tony tipped his bottle to his full lips.

	"What's THAT supposed to mean?"  Chico mimicked Tony back.

	I felt Tony was beginning to push Chico too far.  I shrugged.
"There really ISN'T anyone around," I said to him.  "After Labor Day,
the whole place empties out."  I nodded at the window.  "You see
any boats out there?"

	Tony looked at the autumn-colored trees and mountains.  Even
from where I sat, I could see everyone's dock pulled up onto their
lawns.  "The only thing I see are some ducks," Tony said.  "But that
doesn't mean..."

	"Hell," Chico huffed.  "People in this country are wimps!  In
Argentina we show our bodies OFF!--in Italy, the same!"  He
swigged his beer.  "What's your big problem?"  He scoffed.
"You've lived here too long, Rosario!"

	Tony grinned at me.  "First he complains about being so
f'ing COLD--the next thing you know, he's drinking like a sailor
and trying to get us to go around bareassed!"

	"Shut up," Chico said, looking hurt as well as angry.  "You
had so many beers, too."  His speech was becoming a bit slurred.
"And you are the one who said you wanted to be the Nuderist, or
whatever they are called," he pointed at the magazine.

	Tony put his hands up in a gesture of truce.  "Okay--okay,
man.  Calm down!"  He smiled at Chico.  "I apologize--OKAY?  I'm
sorry!"

	"You don't even mean it.  I can tell," Chico looked at me.
"You both always make me get mad.  You like that. I know it."

	Tony set his beer on the floor, then got up from the sofa.
His wide-shouldered body dwarfed the room.  "We'll have to
fire-up that woodstove," he said, tugging his T-shirt from his
waist.

	"What are you doing NOW?" Chico said.

	"You don't believe me when I say 'I'm sorry'?"  Tony
shrugged, pulling his shirt up.  "I guess I have to strip to show
you I'm not pretending."

	Chico and I both stared at Tony's tanned, muscular abs
--at how deep and muscle-stretched his bellybutton was--at
the black feathering of hair disappearing inside his
male-mounded jeans.  He stopped just as his t-shirt came to
his big chest.  "Well?  Don't just sit there gawking," he said
down at us.  "You told me there's no one around!"

	"Well, yeah.  I did--but..."  I hastily looked again out the
front window.

	"And YOU," Tony stared at Chico. "--Mr. Nude Beach--put
your money where your mouth is!"  He pulled his shirt off, his
thick, beefy pecs jostling as he tossed it on the floor.  "You're
the one who blames us for having to wear a jock!"

	Chico looked shy and flustered all of a sudden.  He
watched Tony flex his huge, muscled biceps and shake out his
arms.  "Maybe it IS too cold for this," Chico said, looking at me
for support.

	"Oh, no you don't!"  Tony pointed at him.  "You can't
accuse ME of living here too long, and then not want to go all
the way!"  He reached down to unbuckle his belt.  "'In Argentina,
we show our bodies OFF!'", he mimicked Chico's accent.

	"We should've stopped at two," I said, holding up my beer
to see how much was left.  "We're all getting bombed.  This is
nuts!"

	Chico was up on his feet, his face in line with Tony's pecs.
He looked determined to meet the latest challenge to his South
American pride.

	Tony smiled over at me, nodding down at Chico's wordless,
self-absorbed stripping.  I watched the dark, mocha-toned muscles
of Chico's well-developed, wide-shouldered back emerge.  Then I
got up to see if there were wood in the stove or not.

	"You, too, hotshot," Tony said to me.  "You're not getting out
of this."

	I could already feel the blood rushing up my neck.  By
defending Chico, I'd suddenly ended-up getting roped into using
my parents' cabin as an all male nudist colony.

	"Shit," I said, lighting a match to the kindling.  "I KNEW I
shouldn't have shown you that stupid magazine!"

	When I'd gotten the stove going, I turned around to find
Tony and Chico standing in the middle of the room wearing
nothing but their jockstraps.

	"Jesus," I stared--looking from them to the picture
window.

	"You're a little over-dressed, aren't you, Jordan?" Tony
swigged his beer.  Chico looked at me blankly, like he was so
mad at Tony, his pride wouldn't let him come to my defence.

	"Oh come ON, guys!" I fumed.  "We're not going to get
naked for REAL, are we?"  I stared at their bulging pouches
--at their bared asses.

	The stove was only beginning to warm up the little
cabin.  Tony shrugged, he and Chico finally smiling together
--only NOW they were smiling at my blushing protests!

	"What's the problem?"  Chico asked.  "We shower
together all the time!"

	"Yeah," Tony said.  "What's your problem, Jensen?"

	I felt my face turn beet red as I realised they weren't
going to back down.  Worse, I could feel the beer making
me lose my usual control.

	"I--I can't tell you," I stammered, backing away a
little.

	"Tell us what?" Chico looked up at Tony as if I were
a nutcase.

	"My problem is...," I hesitated. "...I mean--I don't
HAVE a problem really--but..."

	"...but WHAT?"  Tony pressed, his dark eyes searching
my blushing face.

	"You can tell us anything," Chico saw that I was
genuinely uptight.  "Really.  We won't laugh at you."

	I looked up at the ceiling as if hoping for divine rescue.
Then I looked at their curious, beckoning eyes.

	"Oh shit," I said, my face so scarlet I could hear my
pulse beating in my ears.  I kicked at the circular rug on the
floor.  "It's just that I--" I cleared my throat, and spoke
down at the rug.  "--I mean, I sort of, um, get too excited...."

	They just looked at me--the silence hanging there in
the room.

	"--um, too excited when I'm naked, I mean--I mean,
when other people are around."  I dared to look at them.
"It just sort of happens, is all."

	I saw Tony stifling a smile, which made me want to
kill him.  "Is THAT all?" he asked, breaking into a grin.

	"You mean, you get a BONER?" Chico asked bluntly.
He shrugged.  "So do I!  Big deal."

	He and Tony reached down to pick up their beers.
They clinked bottles.  "Here's to boner-time on our get-away
weekend," Tony toasted the air.  "I can't stay soft longer
than five minutes when I'm in the lockerroom," he said in
exasperation, as if he wanted to grab me by the shoulders
and shake me.  "Why do you think I'm always wearing one
of THESE?" he thrust out his full jock.

	"You're just trying to make me feel better," I
complained, searching their faces for sincerity.

	"Swear to God," Chico said solemnly, raising his
hand.  "I always have to be careful--but so do lots of the
guys on the team."

	"Shit," Tony swigged his beer, watching me as I
slowly began pulling off my t-shirt.  "I've spied more than
one chubby in the showers.  David Spencer's always
throwing a rod,man--the second he walks in there!"  He
laughed.  "--soon as I see HIS, mine starts to head for the
sky!"  He shrugged and drank some more.  "It's like
yawning, man.  It's natural!"

	I finally let out a breathy laugh, feeling dumb for
being so paranoid.  Chico's brown eyes were checking out
my pecs, and his open admiration didn't really bother me.
I pushed down my jeans, relieved, yet still nervous.

	We all wore silly grins as we looked down at our
trio of bulging jocks.

	"I feel like getting smashed," Chico said.  "This
is going to be cool!"

	"Hell," Tony punched him.  "You already ARE,
man!"

	Chico looked up at me expectantly, as if wondering
who was going to be first to get bareass.

	I let out a breathy stream of air.  "Chico has the right
idea," I smiled nervously.  "I need to get hammered!"

	"That's right," Chico raised his bottle, looking like a
muscular boy as he sat back down in the huge armchair.
"Forget all this silly talk--it's just US--your buddies!"

	Tony looked out the window and sat in the sofa.
"Not a soul around, man.  Even the ducks have left the
building!"

	I was determined to get past my anxieties.
"Does David really throw a rod in the showers?"

	Tony laughed and Chico nodded like mad.  "He did
it once when we were sharing that shower in the middle,"
Chico said.  "He was looking at me washing my butt!"

	"Seriously?"  I quickly snuck a peek at Chico's round,
nearly-nude, sun-browned globes.

	"The thing is," Tony jumped-in, grinning.  "His dick
is so small, you can't even tell that it's hard!"

	I laughed, the feeling such a relief after being so
anxious.  "But, come on, man," I said.  "You guys are
shitting me when you say you have to watch out, too..."

	They both shook their heads emphatically.  "One
time?"  Chico's accent was getting thicker.  "One time,
I saw Coach Dan drying off in his office!"

	"You lie,"  Tony said.  "The blinds are always
closed!"

	"Not THIS time!"  Chico sat up, his bare feet just
reaching the floor.  "My cock stood up like THIS!"  He
bent his forearm up at the ceiling.  "I had to put my
towel around me very fast!"

	"He's one built dude,"  Tony whistled, grinning at
Chico's gesture.

	"--just like that guy in the book," Chico pointed to
the coffee table.  "--hairy chest--hairy legs--AND..."
Chico broke into merry laughter, doubling over.

	"WELL???"  Tony laughed, too, loving all the
suspense.

	"--like a DONKEY'S,"  Chico's eyes became saucers.
He stood up dramatically, his jock a snow-white bulge
against his mocha skin.  He brought one hand down
halfway to his knees.  "...and...his balls hung down to
HERE!"

	Tony dissolved in laughter, while I chuckled and
killed my beer.  My eyes ran up-and-down Chico's amazing
body.  Short as he was, his lightly-haired, highly-muscular
chest and legs--combined with his perfect proportions--
made him every inch a man, yet with the innocence of a
boy.

	He seemd to like showing himself off to us, because
he kept standing there.  "Just thinking about watching him
all naked,"  he shivered a little--all of it very dramatic.
"It makes me get....."

	"....excited," I filled-in helpfully.

	He turned to face me, his pouch looking impossibly full
for a guy his size.  "Yes!  Very, very excited!"  his brown eyes
glowed at me.

	"Jeez," I muttered, his obviousness making me horny
right along with him.

	"Yeah, well, that would about do it to any one of us,"
Tony said, looking right at Chico's perfect butt.  "He's right
out of a bodybuilder's ad--except THEY'RE always shaving
their body hair."

	"I like mine," Chico announced, obviously feeling
loose-lipped.  He ran his small hands over his outstanding
pecs, ruffling the black hair.  He looked right at me.  "You
think I should shave my chest, Jordan?"

	I immediately squeezed my thighs in response, which
brought a small laugh from Tony.  "Um, no--no, I don't," I
said, getting up quickly to head to the fridge.  "It's cool the
way it is."

	"--What you think, Tony?"

	"Hell--I'd give anything for a chest like that," Tony had
genuine awe in his voice.  "I think hairy pecs are hot."

	Just hearing Tony admit such stuff out loud sent a
thrill through me.  I was on my way to getting totally
hammered--and at the same time, I was becoming more
horny by the second.

	"Your pecs are the best," Chico said.  "you and Jordan
have the best chests of anybody--including the coach!"

	When I brought in the fresh beers, Chico was back in
his chair, his legs tucked under his little butt.  Both he and
Tony looked right at my pouch as I handed out the bottles.
It made me both embarrassed, and proud.

	"You know," Tony said, raising his bottle in yet another
silent toast.  "--I hate to say this, Jordie..."

	"Yeah?  What?"  I took my first swig of beer number
four and sat across from them.  I felt ready for any and all
questions--even from Tony.

	He cleared his throat, "I know you're probably all
wierded-out by this being your folks' place and all...."

	"Oh hell," I laughed airily.  "I WAS, before.  I mean
only three weeks ago, I was sitting in here with them and
Father Thomas from Sacred Heart!"  I broke up in laughter,
the beer making me woozy.  "But now?  Shit."  I shrugged.
"Now's now!"  I laughed more.

	"Okay--good!" Tony chuckled along with me.  "Because
I thought the whole point of this was to finally get
rid of these goddamned jockstraps!"

	I wasn't expecting that to come out of his mouth,
though.  I was--truth be told--quite happy with things the
way they were.  It was kind of sexy, without being too much
to handle.

	"Yeah," Chico chimed-in.  "I hate this stupid thing,
man!"

	None of us were actually all that close to being drunk.
There was a certain tension and excitement going on that
kept us alert and with-it.  But I was feeling loose and a bit
silly.  And I knew that I was the only one holding them back.
"Okay," I announced, my voice louder than I intended.  "When
I count three..."

	"God," Tony said.  "What is this???  'Hide and Seek'?"

	I ignored the comment, full of my own importance.
"One," I held my finger up theatrically, "Two..."

	Chico began lifting his pert ass off the cushion.

	"Un-un-UN!..." I wagged my finger at him.  "....wait for it!"

	"Shit!" Chico frowned, looking at Tony and rolling his eyes.

	"THREE!"

	And before I could even pull out my binding, elastic
waistband, I saw a blur of white flying through the air as Tony
and Chico heaved their jocks into the middle of the rug.  I
wondered how they managed to be so quick--my feet and
ankles caught in the straps.

	Chico let out a huge, dramatic sigh.

	"Jesus! FINALLY!" Tony shouted.  "God DAMN!"

	I still felt all modest, beer or no beer.  I didn't dare
look over at them, and kind of sat deep into the cushion,
keeping my thighs together while drinking some more.

	"THAT'S better!" Chico sighed again.

	I glanced his way only to discover him making a point
of pulling on his dark, suede-skinned ballbag.  His thick, fat
dick heaved about like a salami against his hairy thighs.

	Tony laughed, taking a swig.  "You sure it's all there,
Chico?--nothing missing?"

	I laughed then, too, nervously eyeing the little man's
incredible endowment.

	Chico shrugged, looking annoyed.  "You're just
jealous," he said to Tony.

	"Oh, I don't know," Tony replied.  He simply spread
open his muscular, hairy thighs.  His beefsteak-of-a-cock fell
thickly down onto balls so generous, they were pooled on the
sofa cushion.  "SHOULD I be jealous, Jordie?"

	I swallowed, not quite able to speak.  A jolt of sexual
current lit up my naked crotch.  "Jesus," I whispered.

	"I take it back," Chico said quickly.

	"You're looking pretty modest over there, Jensen, I
must say..."  Tony smiled slyly at me.  "It's not like we've
never seen it, you know."

	"I know that," I said, not quite able to relax.  I
swallowed some beer.  "I didn't think this would end up
being 'show and tell', that's all!" I said lamely.

	"Come on," Chico grinned.  "it's all good!"  He spread
his furry thighs even wider, and scooted forward til his balls
tumbled down below the edge of the cushion.  It was
erotically-lewd, and Tony laughed.

	I could feel myself starting to blush again--plus, if
I'd waited any longer, I'd have wound-up showing off a
fullblown hardon.  So, torn between keeping my legs
clamped shut and being caught with an erection, I suddenly
found myself just standing right up.

	"Wow," Chico and Tony both said at the same time.

	"W-What?" I wondered, following their eyes down
between my legs.

	My big-domed, half-hard dong was swaying out at
them--filling fast--the mushroom head becoming taut and
shiny.  I felt my ample balls grazing the blond fleece on my
thighs.

	"None of us should be jealous of anything," Tony
said, letting out a breathy whistle.

	"Look at his big cock!  Look at his BALLS!"  Chico said,
actually pointing.

	"I am, man--I AM!" Tony whispered, his eyes following
my dick's every pulse and swell.

	"Oh God," I shuddered, the feelings leaving me feeling
slightly faint.

	I sat down, my nuts smacking the chushion, making me
wince.  I kept my legs spread, swallowing beer for support.

	When I looked back finally, both Chico and Tony were
well on their way to throwing rods of their own.  They were
sitting back, staring at mine and one another's, the sight of
all our maleness pumping blood into their cocks.

	"Holy crow," I said.  "We're all springing hardons!"

	"Told you!" Chico said, his eyes going back-and-forth
between our legs.  "You aren't the only one who gets
excited!"

	"GodDAMN," Tony said.  "Your schlongs are big enough
when they're soft--but, Holy Crow--just look at those
whoppers!"

	"Look who's talking," I stared at Tony's roaring,
blunt-nosed guided missle.  "It's a wonder you have any blood
left in the rest of your body!"

	"You like MY big cock?" Chico grinned, levering the
huge thing up at us.

	"Jesus," I swallowed, waves of horniness rising from
my balls.

	"Stand up," Tony smiled at Chico.  "I want to see if
that baseball bat of yours makes you fall over!"

	Chico's smile flashed white as he bounced out of his
chair.  His dick was even darker than his body.  Still not
quite rigid, it stood straight out from his black, sexy bush,
the huge, pointy head a deep mauve.

	"It's--it's like a third ARM," I breathed.

	Chico laughed with delight and used his hips to roughly
fling the enormous thing from side-to-side.  It was so big the
giant head literally stuck out beyond his hips when it slapped.

	"OOOooooh!" Chico squeezed his eyes shut.  "--feels so
sexy!"

	He kept swivelling his hips, his cock growing
stiffer as it jounced around, wildly tossing and careening.
Chico dug under his balls and felt into the crease of his ass,
his eyes glazing-over--like he was in his own turned-on world.

	My cock was aching to be fisted, but I didn't dare.

	"Que hermoso! Que Rico!" he moaned, hip-swinging his
jutting cock all over the place, sensuously making love to his
own body with his small hands.  Tony and I looked at one
another, our mouths open, wondering what the hell Chico
was doing.

	The little man's muscled, mocha body rippled and
flexed.  His hair-sprinkled chest curved radically out,
his dark, wide-circled nipples all stiff.  He kept rubbing
over them with his palms.  But all I could see was that
curvacious, rigid, banana-sized cock thrusting out into the
room.

	When he finally snapped out of it, he let out a breathy
laugh and sat back down.  "Oh man!  I'm sooooo horny!" he
crowed, gazing admiringly at his enormous erection.  It
speared-up almost to his chest, his tennis-sized balls mounded
at the base.

	"No shit," Tony said wryly.

	"Aren't YOU??" Chico's eyes were all pupil and his
hands kept fooling with his dark, heavy ballbag.

	"I sure am NOW," I muttered, not knowing where the
hell this was all heading.

	"I want to jerk-off real BADDDD!" Chico moaned, looking
at Tony's roaring erection.

	"Not in HERE, you're not!" I said, nervously looking at
the rug and furniture.

	Once again I was putting the brakes on things--only
this time it served to bump up the sexual tension a few notches.
The truth was, I needed to whack-off as much as Chico did.
My balls were swollen, and my cock kept sending sickly-sweet
thrills up its length.

	"The sun's going down," Tony said.  "Even if someone
were around, they wouldn't see us."  His cock was helplessly
hard.

	"You mean OUTDOORS?" I imagined the three of us out
in the front yard.

	"Come on, Jordan," Tony sounded exasperated.  "We're
not gonna stand around the bathroom SINK, for Christ's sake!"
He laughed in frustration.  "There's nothing but woods out in the
back--we've gotta do SOMETHING, here!"

	"I-I've never beat-off in front of anyone before," I said
then.  "I don't know if I can, even."

	Tony looked at me like I was hopelessly inhibited--which
was exactly how I felt--and then laughed a little.

	"Well, okay then," he said.  "Let's have a little, horny
contest!"

	"Oh, great," I muttered.  "Fun and games!"

	"What KIND of contest?" Chico looked both eager and
tortured--like he was trying like crazy not to just grab his big
banana rod and go to it.

	Tony looked slyly at us.  "We'll go out in the back..."

	"...naked..." Chico said firmly, looking at me.

	"Of COURSE, naked," Tony said.  "We couldn't put jeans
on now if our lives depended on it!"

	"Continue, please," Chico said.

	"And the only way we're allowed to get off is without
using our hands," Tony looked at Chico and me for our
reaction.

	"You're crazy, Rosario!" I said.

	"Shit," Chico said, glaring at Tony.  "Then I'll just rub
myself on a tree!"

	Tony wagged his finger at him.  "No--no rubbing it on
anything."  He laughed.  "You have to cum without touching it."
He paused a bit, then laughed again.  "AND--the first guy who
DOES blow, has to do whatever the other two say--AND...the
NEXT guy to cum has to do what the winner tells him to do!"

	"That is very stupid!" Chico pouted.

	"Come on, Chico," Tony got up, his meaty rod swaying.
"It'll be fun!"

	"Always scheming, aren't you, Rosario?"  I looked out
the window.  There were purple shadows spreading on the
ground, under the trees, but it was still very bright and sunny.

	When I stood up, my hard, big-headed dick felt close to
erupting as it was, making me not really care who was the first
--I just wanted some kind of relief.  "Let's go, Chico," I headed
for the back door.  "I'll switch on the hot tub, so at least we can
all warm up after Tony loses!"

	And I was very glad I did start up the tub, because the air
outdoors was crisp and autmnal.  In fact, the second I stepped
onto the back porch, I wished I'd hit the switch when we'd
arrived.

	"Aie!" Chico said.  "--it's FREEZING out here!"

	"That dick of yours alone will keep us all warm," Tony
said, holding his hands out at the huge thing like it was a
radiator.

	"Very funny!" Chico muttered, walking down the steps
after me.

	We stood on the ground-level, cedar deck, me peering
into the surrounding woods.  I was certain everyone I knew
--including my family--was hidden among the pines.  That
thought alone was softening-up my erection.  I had visions
of this being an exercise in futility.  There was something
very public about suddenly being hardcock-naked and in
outdoors.

	Suddenly Chico was heading up the steps and back
into the cabin.  "We need more beers," he said, sounding
annoyed.

	"Oh HO!" I looked down at Tony.  "I'm not the only one
having trouble!"

	"It's c-cold out here!" Tony said, his huge cock bending
a little, the big head bobbing downwards.

	We looked at the turquoise glow of the lit-up tub,
wishing it were at least warmer than the air.

	"You feel stupid--being naked like this?" Tony asked,
his voice being carried off by the chilled breezes, his dark,
Italian face strong and handsome.  I appreciated the
question.

	I shook my head, the beer making me feel a bit
dizzy.  "It's fun!--more fun than I want to admit."

	"You're a cool guy," Tony said then.

	"I'M cool??" I laughed.  "Yeah, right."

	Tony looked me up-and-down.  "I really dig you and
Chico."

	I laughed a bit.  "He's a wild little dude when he's
turned-on, huh?"  I asked, beginning to wonder when he'd
come back out.  "You two make me loosen up--I'm such a ....."

	"...hey--you're just a guy," Tony interrupted.  "We're
all just guys--guys raised to think our dicks are only meant
to pee with!"

	"Yeah," I smiled, looking down at our half-hard
dongs.  "--with the bathroom door closed."

	"Closed??  Hell--LOCKED, for Christ's sake!"

	I heard the clinking of bottles coming from the
cabin.

	"Yours--yours is really...."  I glanced between Tony's
big, furry thighs.

	"...Yeah?" Tony's voice dropped as he followed my
eyes.

	"--well, it's beautiful," I heard myself half-whisper.

	"Oh, Jeez!" Tony looked up at me.  "Coming from
you, man....."

	"Sorry," Chico said, kicking open the screen door.
"I couldn't find the stupid opener!"

	We both turned--our moment interupted--to see
Chico clutching three beers, bouncing down the stairs--
his big salami slapping his balls.  He looked impossibly
hung for a guy his size--yet with his muscular body, his
equipment only made him that much more masculine,
short or not.

	We stood in a loose circle, the late October sun
trying to provide some warmth.  It felt odd being
outdoors--smelling the pines, hearing the jays, feeling
the fall breezes ruffling our hair and whipping around
our naked cocks and asses.  We clinked bottles while
looking around, the power of the tall trees and the
sound of the wind in their branches making me wish
we were back in the intimacy of the front room.

	"I told you this was very stupid!" Chico muttered.
"It's so cold, our cocks are hanging down!"  He looked at
our trio of half-soft dicks and frowned.

	"Yeah, but yours looks sexy when it's soft," Tony
said, staring into Chico's hairy crotch.

	"Really?" Chico's dark eyes brightened as he
examined himself.

	"It's real fat and beautiful like that," I said in
agreement.

	"You think so, Jordan?" Chico kept staring
down at his thickening tool.

	"Look at the big head on it!" I said.  "I wish
my cockhead was more pointed like yours."

	"Oh, wow!" Chico said.  "Your words are making
it tingle!"  He looked at my dick.  "Your cock is even
bigger than mine--so's your cockhead."

	"Maybe.  But it's pink.  You and Tony have nice,
dark ones, man!"

	Chico drank some beer, then went back to
staring.  "Wow--this is real sexy talk," he said.  "I never
thought you'd be saying stuff like this, Jordie!"

	"I can't help it," I said.  "Fuck!  Big, fat, horny cocks
out here in the woods....no one but us..."  I swigged my beer,
"....me looking at your sweet, Latino bush and naked balls..."

	"Ohhhhh!" Chico squeezed his thighs, making his
cockhead suddenly swoon.  The deep lip around it flared,
which opened the hole like a mouth.

	"Oh, Jeez," Tony said.  "Watching your hot cocks is
making me horny as hell, man," he stared.

	A tense silence fell over us as waves of feeling plumped
up our balls.  Our three dicks began pulsing--poking straight
out and jerking higher.  Our huge nuts mounded as they gave
away skin to feed our twitching, erecting rods.

	"Too bad we can't touch them," I said.  "I'd love to play
with your big hard dongs!"

	"Oh!" Chico shuddered a little, his cock suddenly turning
solid.  "If I could touch yours, I would shoot my cum!"

	His horny talk hit my balls with such thrills, my erecting
dick throbbed to a raging, fullblown hardon.

	"Oh, Jeez, me TOO!" Tony said, staring at my glassy-smooth
knob.  "Your blond bush makes me crazy, man.  It's like a sexy
haystack around your huge naked cock, man."

	I shivered with horniness, afraid to even look at Tony's
vein-bloated hardon.  "Oh, Jesus," I whispered, unable to take
my eyes off their skin rockets.  "I just want to reach out both
hands and rub your two dicks all over my tits, or something
--makes me so fuckin' horny!--I don't know what to do!"

	Chico's knees bent, his hips tilting upward.  A drool of
clear juice spurt over his nearly-purple cockhead.  "You're--
you're gonna make me shoot!"

	"Oh FUCK,"  Tony stared at the sight, his mouth slack
with lust.  His giant rod reared-back and drooled pre-cum
down its sides.

	"Shit," I muttered in lusty awe.  "I just want to taste that
sexy juice, man--rub it all over my face!"  And my dick felt
live-wired--directly connected to theirs.  I gasped to feel my
inner muscles flexing, pulsing out my own spurt of cock candy.

	"S-shut up!" Chico said. "You're....it's...!"  He looked shaken
--too worked-up to speak.  His thighs were trembling, his hips
involuntarily thrusting his horny cock out at us.

	"Oh YEAH!"  Tony's voice was husky.  "Make it blow,
man..."

	"...oh, give it to me,"  I heard myself utter, moving
in closer.  "Shoot it all over my naked cock, baby!"

	Chico's eyes rolled back, his mouth slack.  A groan
escaped his Latino lips.  And then he was moaning, his
entire body flexing and spasming, his cock quivering out
at me.  It was monstrous in its arousal.

	An astonished look crossed his cute face, followed
by a little gasp.  "Oh!" he said.

	And a rope of white jizz sailed out, splatting my thigh.

	Seconds later, I heard Tony suddenly grunt, and turned
just in time to see his head fall back, and a gusher of cum fly
out his raging cock.  The sight was too much.  Horny thrills
seized my swollen balls.  They nearly snapped up inside my
body, leaving me feeling helpless, taken-over, out-of-control.
"Uhhh!" I grunted.  A jet of spermy jizz thundered up my shaft,
hurling out of bulging cockhead.  I stared at the bucking bronco
as if it weren't my own.  Just as it splashed Chico's hunky tits,
a second spurt hit the little man's bicep.  I stared in whimpering
fascination as cumshot after cumshot spattered Chico's naked
muscles.  "Oh--oh God!" I panted.  "Jesus!"

	We laughed in breathy gasps, staring at all the jizz sliding
down Chico's torso.  We couldn't really speak--too dazed by the
after-shocks--and just watched our slippery, wet cocks loll around,
dripping cum.  And then finally--in horny, lust-hungry need--we all
fisted out the last shuddering spurts.


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