Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2006 11:25:11 -0700
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: "Naked Gymnast Weekend" - Part Six

	I re-entered Heaven, my hands gripping Dan's rough jaw as
I fed him my tongue and felt my cock glow thickly against his
lightly-haired abdominals.  His biceps held me in a vicegrip
against his hunky physique.

	I lifted my head.  "Um, Dan?"

	"What, Jordie?"

	"You and Tommy....are you--I mean--you know...?"

	"....together??" He looked a bit surprised.

	"Um, yeah," I felt my neck burning, suddenly feeling silly.

	"Hell, no!" he said, bulging his solid arms.  "I just look out for
him.  He's just a kid...."

	"Yeah," I grinned happily.  "A kid."

	"--a HOT kid, you gotta admit!..." the Coach grinned.

	"No shit," I laughed, brushing back the Coach's wavy curl.

	"YOU got somethin' going?" he then asked quietly.  "--you
know, with.....?"

	"....Chico?  Tony?" I filled-in.

	"Yeah."

	I shook my head, feeling tremendous all of a sudden.
"They're buddies."

	"--just...'buddies'?"

	"Yeah--just buddies," I tried not to let him sense my awe over
his interest.

	He flashed his thickly-lashed eyes at me.  "I have two
questions," he said then.

	"Shoot," I held his gaze.

	"Number one--you think we'd make a good pair?"

	I almost blinked, yet managed to match his serious, challenging
stare.  "Yeah Dan--I do."  A thrill went through me.  "...and number
two?"

	His eyes dialated--all pupil--totally black and vulnerable.  "--you
want to fuck me?"

	At first my heart stopped beating, then began to pound.  "All
night long," I said, looking at his eyes, his lips, his rugged jaw, feeling
his body shift beneath me.

	We kissed, long and sweet, hearing the distant clink of empty
bottles, the party nearing its end.

	"We better get out there," I said.  "--say our goodbyes..."

	He took my hand as we rose off the bed.  "You think they're
gonna...?"

	"I think they know," my shoulder brushed his giant bicep as
we moved into the hall.

	"--think they can drive?"

	"We'll make coffee," I surveyed the kitchen.  "--or put them in
the guest room."

	"I'm worried about Tommy."

	But Tommy was cool--and the athletics of constant sex had left
all of them pretty much sober, but tired.  And they brought in the
empties while I handed out fresh towels.

	My eyes alone told me Tommy was with Chico, and Tony with
Mark.  Chico winked at me knowingly as everyone dressed--everyone
but the Coach and I.

	"Thanks," Mark Wynn said to me.  "I'm going home with Tony."

	Tommy beamed happily.  "And I'm going over to Chico's.  His
parents are away," he blushed.  "And mine think I'm sleeping here!"

	The Coach and I hugged each guy goodnight as we stood
together on the front porch--grinning at our brazenness--standing
there buck naked, our cocks and balls on display for any car that
happened to drive by.

	"We're alone," he said after closing the door.  "How's it feel?"

	"Nice--real nice," I rubbed against his hairy thigh.

	"You need anything?....Coffee?"

	I deliberated a few seconds.  "You're going to think this is dumb..."

	He shrugged those huge shoulders.  "--just name it, baby..."

	I hesitated, then smiled.  "I want to look at you, Coach."

	He laughed and raised his incredible arms.  "Look all you want!
You've been doing it all night...."

	"--not alone I haven't," I said.  "So how about I go get back in
the tub..."

	"...sounds gooood!"

	"...and you climb back into that little bikini of yours?"

	He looked a bit surprised.  "Seriously?"

	I nodded.  "Then come out and pose for me?"

	He quickly swivelled me towards the hall.  "Well, then, get out
there!  Just grab us a couple of beers first, okay?"

	I went to the fridge and opened it, only to see my jockeys land
beside me on the floor.  "You put your shorts on too," he said.  "That
way we'll be equal."

	The hot tub felt great--my wet jockeys a sopping second skin as
I sipped my beer--feeling like the luckiest guy on the planet.  And
though he wanted me to call him Dan--he was still the Coach--cuz
hell, no one that endowed, that hugely-muscled, tall, and ruggedly
virile could be anything but 'The Coach' to me.

	It seemed to take him a long time--like he was trying to build
up my expectations--for after all, I HAD seem him strip already--had
been all over his naked body.  But with everyone else around, my
eyes were forever wandering to take in the rest of the action.  It was
distracting--sexy as hell--but not the private show I'd soon be getting!

	Finally the screen door opened--the glow of the tub dancing
across his six-foot-two body.  The Coach was wearing his wifebeater,
which rode up his hairy, ripped abs, above his sex-packed bikini
briefs.

	"Hey," he sauntered over, "you got my beer?"

	Unable to speak, I almost spilled it as I handed up the bottle.
He nodded, then backed up on the decking to give me a total view
of himself.

	"So," he said, taking a swig.  "You still like what you see?"

	I nodded, a stupid smile on my face.

	"So do I," he said, looking through the water between my legs.

	"It's just 'us' now."

	"I always loved a man's equipment," he said, dropping his
hand down to fondle his heavy pouch.  "And big muscles," he
added, flexing his arms.  "--ever since I was a kid."

	"Me, too," I said, watching his biceps roll like boulders.

	"--guess that's why we both work out so much."

	I shivered at his words, staring at his hair-sworled navel--at
the river of hair down his endless, flat, lower belly towards the rich
delta in his packed bikinis.

	"My body was a natural for developing more bulk--except for
my thighs," he casually posed his upper torso, flaring his lats, his
wifebeater stretching and rippling. "And with the dick and set of
balls I got born with, I really needed killer quads."

	He thrust out his right leg and flexed it, making the corded,
stacked muscles dance in the turquoise light.  His hefted pouch
jiggled in the vee of his tremendous legs, its whiteness set off by
all the hairy dark bulk cradling it.

	"God," I breathed.  "You sure did succeed, Coach!"

	"Your legs are beautiful," he said back.  "--you have to
bust your balls for 'em, too?"

	I shook my head, flexing my quads in the water.  "I have to
knock myself out over my abs," I said, staring at how his tank top
hugged his well-defined, articulated six-pac.  And he ran his big
hands up over them, feeling each ridge slide over his fingers.

	"When you were a kid, did you check guys out?" I asked,
watching him casually swig his beer, his every movement a
re-arrangement of erotic massiveness.

	"At the public pool, I was always finding some excuse to
go into the change room," he stared into the water at my
body.  "--soon as some hunk would go in there, I'd be right
behind him" he grinned.

	"Me, too," I breathily laughed.

	"There was this lifeguard named Kyle--I was like, fourteen
or something," he recalled.  "And I would stand below his chair,
trying to look up between his legs."

	"Was he hot?" I wondered, my cock starting to tingle as I
drank-in his on-display physique and eagerly awaited another
of his sexy experiences.

	The Coach casually began walking down the steps into
the tub to get warm.  He didn't sit down, but stood on the
opposite side to let me keep looking at him.  He nodded and
grinned at me.  "Oh Kyle was hot alright--a big blond jock like
you, with just as much hidden in those Speedos of his."  He
swigged more beer and fondled his bikinis for me.  "Of course,
he knew what I was up to, though I couldn't see his eyes
behind those mirrored sunglasses."

	"Did he talk to you?"

	The Coach laughed a little.  "You know lifeguards!  They
only grunt when you ask them questions.  And I asked
everything I could think of!"  He laughed, playing with his basket.

	"Shit," I said.  "That took guts..."

	"Yeah, well--he really turned me on--though I hardly knew
why at fourteen."  He pawed his right pec through his shirt,
making the thick nipple swell out at me.  I could see the black
forest of his hairy chest through the thin fabric, which stretched
across those mounded pecs as if ready to rip apart.  "I must
have been flashing him a rod half the time," he smiled, "cuz he
never told me to get lost like he did everyone else."

	"Jeez," I said, my eyes travelling over that amazing body.
"Did you ever....?"

	He nodded emphatically.  "I finally got the balls to ask him
to help me with my breast stroke...."

	"No shit!"

	He laughed.  "Yeah, and he sort of grunted a 'yes', and told
me to beat it til he'd closed the pool."  The Coach sipped his beer
and shifted his giant thighs to show off his bulging crotch.  "So I
stuck around, nearly dying with excitement!"

	"No SHIT," I said again.

	"So we had this private lesson in the shallow end, with me
nearly drowning as I tried to check out his Speedos underwater."
He laughed deep and knowingly.  "And after a few minutes of that
stupidity, he turned me over, took off his sunglasses and said,
"What's your name again, kid?"  The Coach scratched his rough
jaw, recalling the whole thing.  "I was floating there, looking up
into the sexiest blue eyes I ever saw and stuttered out, 'D-Dan'!"

	"Holy," I breathed.  "What happened then?"

	The Coach leaned against the tub, his full pouch getting
even fuller.  "He says to me, 'I think we both know, Danny, that
you aren't wanting just a swimming lesson, here, are you?'"  The
Coach laughed, recalling things.  "And I tried to protest, but he
kind of pointed down at my suit and said, 'I think you're getting
all excited over my body.'"

	"God!"

	"Yeah, right," he smiled.  "So then he says, 'I don't mind
that, kid--but you ain't gonna get to first base lying about it.'"  The
Coach fumbled his sex-stuffed bikini.  "So I said, 'You've got the
greatest body I've ever SEEN--I'll never have muscles like yours!'"

	"What'd he say then?"

	"He didn't say anything--he just climbed out of the pool,
heading for the change room, turning at the door to see if I was
coming or not."

	"...bet you WERE...."

	"Damn right!" he grinned.  "My boycock was poking my
swimsuit out like a peenball hammer.  And Kyle looked at it, and then
was waiting for me in the showers..."

	"Holy Jeez," I whispered.  "Are you serious?"

	The Coach nodded.  "--swear to God--and he turns on the spray
and says to me, 'Well, Danny, you gonna show me what you got
before it rips through your trunks?"

	"Jesus.  I would've died!"

	"I nearly did--I mean, a fourteen-year-old teen?--hardly even
knowing what a boner was for, much less showing it off?--God DAMN,
I was nervous!"  He smiled down at his bikinis, which were tenting-out
by the second at the memory.

	"So--did you take them off?"

	He laughed.  "Well, I got so shaky, looking at his hairy-blond
pecs, that he dropped his roughguy attitude and just handed me a bar
of soap."  The Coach sipped his beer, nodding at my wide-eyed
disbelief.  "--swear to God--he hands me the Ivory and says, 'Calm
down, Danny-boy--there's no one here but us.  And I'm just a guy like
you.  ...So why don't you just relax and soap me up a little?"

	"SERIOUSLY?"

	He nodded, laughing.  "Well, I dropped the damn soap--and when
I got on my knees to pick it up, he stepped-in, his knees touching my
shoulders.  And I was looking right at his big, red, Speedo basket!"

	"Holy crow..."

	"His big fat cock was bent over his balls like a crowbar, and the
huge head was ripping at the cloth."  The Coach shook his head,
grinning at me.  "So he says, 'Why don't you help take these off for
me, Danny?  I think you'd probably like to!'..."

	"I can't believe this--he SAID that?"

	The Coach nodded, laughing.  "And my hands shook, and I felt
those hot, hairy thighs against my fingers, and his soaking suit
was so full of dick, I couldn't get them off....so he says, 'Here--let me
make it easier for you', and slides his suit down til the biggest,
fattest, hunkiest cock on the planet swings up and hits me on the
chin!"

	"Oh God."

	"'Oh God' is right, man!  I backed away, my eyes popping out.
And he says, 'Go ahead, Danny--soap it up for me--you want to,
don't you?"  And I took the soap and then got to play around with
his huge, fat, blond-bushed cock and flopping, hunky balls...."  He
shook his head at the memory, thrusting his bikinis at me luridly.
Then he dropped his fingers down to outline his upthrusting log
lengthwise, pausing to outline the ridge around his cockhead.

	"So right then and there, I made a pact with myself to have a
body just like his," he swooped his giant arms up in an arc and flexed
everything he had at me.  His tank top ballooned, his nipples
poking-out the thin cloth.  I stared into his deep, hairy pits--at gleaming
triceps, bulging biceps--at striated deltoids, wedgy lats.  His shirt rode-up
his deliniated abs, his swooping intercostals narrowing to the sexy vee of
that sex-crammed bikini, so full of hard cock and bouncing balls, it looked
like a banana and two oranges slung in a tiny hammock.  Black hair
poured out the top.

	"Do I turn you on, Jensen?"

	"More than you know," I managed to say.

	He smiled, and went into a hand-clasping side pose, his chest
expanding, his triceps punching out, his stomach sucked-in, his pouch
thrusting mightily.  "Enough posing?" he asked.  "My dick can't take
much more of this..."

	"Neither can mine," I stood up, facing him.

	"God," he breathed.  "--except for not having hair on your chest,
you look exactly like Kyle the Lifeguard."

	I felt up my glistening, wet pecs, thrumming the nipples with my
thumbs.  "You disappointed?--that I don't have hair?"

	"Hell, no," he said quickly.  "That golden bush of yours is plenty to
play in!  Beside, I've got enough on my tits for both of us."

	I smiled, and pushed my wet jockeys down to show off my sexy pile
of tightly-coiled curls.  And he stared at my angel-haired bush, then
absently hooked his thumb down to expose his own thick, black, cock-carpet.

	"This is hot," I said, "--showing off our bushes..."

	"Show me your cock, man," he said, eyes glittering.  "I want to see
your hard cock..."

	It bounced out of the top of my jockeys like a sprung cheetah,
twitching in the air.

	"Shit, that's so hot," he stared.  "--now your balls..."

	They tumbled down, grazing my hairy thighs.

	"Fat, bigass BALLS," he murmured, seemingly unaware of freeing his
baseball-bat-of-a-cock.

	"Monster Cock," I whispered.

	He smiled, then really let it go.  It lurched and swung stiffly at a
lurid angle, nearly a whole foot above his hairy forest.  It was unreal.

	"--ready for some BALLS?"  He took my slack, open-mouthed stare
as a 'yes' and slid his bikinis down to reveal the hairy drapery of his
ultra-male eggs.

	He stood there in just his tank top--big-balled, hard-cocked--his
black-hairy crotch on display--making him look like a half-dressed Greek
god.  His fingers bent down the entire length of his up-thrust cock, then
let it snap up to smack his belly.  Then, spreading his hairy thighs, he
swung his heavy-hung balls in lazy circles.

	"Stud balls," I murmured.  "--bull balls."

	"They're so big, I don't know what to do with 'em," He smirked.
"We should find an island somewhere--just go around cock-swinging
nude!"

	I visualized us strolling among palm trees and ocean surf, our
maleness hanging-free between our legs--the sun making our bushes
twinkle in the vee of our husky thighs.  We'd stare as we walked, til
our cocks grew full and speared outward, ready to make love to one
another yet again.

	When I looked up, he was pulling his tank top off, his giant pecs
like hairy mountains--the ripe nipples standing out like rubber bullets--
and he flexed his sex-swollen tits, then ran his fingers through the
soft, black, pec-forest.

	I saw his other hand drop down and weigh his male peaches.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" he asked.

	I waded towards him, my hot cock swaying with each step.  "I
don't want to fuck you.  ....I want to make love to your ass," I said.

	"...with your big cock?"

	"Yeah," I said, making it flex and buck.  "With my big, hard
COCK..."

	He turned his back to me and planted his hands out over the deck.

	Now, probably to some, a small, smooth butt is their idea of perfection.
To me, though, his big-cheeked, hairy soccer-balls--with that deep,
fleecy furrow--looked like the most masculine, fuckable ass on earth--a
real MAN'S butt!

	I breathed deeply, then let his black fuzz tickle my ultra-sensitive
cockhead.  A riot of feeling erupted across my knob til thick syrup juiced
out the open hole and candied along his deep crack, smoothing the
feathery hairs, diving both of us mad.

	"Awww, fuck me, Jordie--SHIT...." he husked.

	"You want my lifeguard COCK, Dan?" I teased, poking at his
resisting slit.

	"Yeah," he muttered, "--you know I do, man..."

	As much as we both wanted exactly that, I had to crouch down
first--had to worship and kiss and lick those furry, big cheeks.  The
second my lips touched that velvety muscle, I craved that big-assed
Coach like an addict!  I drove my whole face into his deep crevace,
my tongue lashing at his winking hole.  I wanted my face trapped
inside forever--to be held captive by those muscular globes, that sexy,
hot ass!

	I speared my mouth-muscle deep inside.

	"Ohhhh, my man-cunt," he moaned.

	His words enflamed me, drove me deeper--my hands trying to
pry that valley apart.  My fingers found the exotic tenderness of his
cleft, inner thighs--where the soft ballskin began--where the root of
his cock was buried.  And I massaged into it, then pulled his flopping
balls up to my lips and chewed the soft skin.

	He wagged his big butt in my face, tossing it wildly, til I bent his
rigid cock downwards to drool and slurp at the giant head.  It snapped
out of my fingers, slapping his hard belly.  "FUCK me," he shouted,
"--you gonna FUCK ME????..."

	"Yeah," I stood up, letting a drool of saliva fall onto my knob.
"You sure are impatient..."

	"IMPATIENT?  Jesus Christ!..."

	And I spread his clenched cheeks with my hands--and plowed into
his juicy slit til half my hot cock rode up his steamy tunnel in one
horny lunge.

	"UUUHHHhhhh!" he groaned.  "Just....just hold it....."

	I was in--my thighs trembling against the backs of his--my cockbush
tufted against his cheeks--my eyes seeing stars.  I fell onto his back, my
fingers clamping over his shoulders, my cock locked in the furnace of his
love tunnel.  I licked and kissed his shoulder blades, moaning along with
him.

	"You're bigger than fucking WYNN," he groaned.  "Oh God, play
with my tits or something..."

	My arms could barely circumference his massive torso, but my hands
found his meaty pecs which jostled into my palms.  And I thrilled at the
hairy thickness, my thumbs strumming his rivet-like nipples.  It made my
cock swell inside him, the heat of his steamy ass almost too much to bear.

	"God DAMN, your ass is tight!" I moaned.

	"Nothing like YOURS," he slowly began using it to milk my cock--the
feeling wild--maddeningly erotic.

	My hands slid from his pecs down the ridges of his abs, my finger
pausing to play inside his bellybutton before diving into his cockbush.  And
I hooked my fingers at the juncture of waist and hips, and then slid my
love-tortured rod out to the head.

	"Ohhhhhh God," he moaned.

	Seeking again that suctioning heat, I fed my rod back into his
clasping hole.

	"Ummmmph!" he moaned louder.  "Christ, what a COCK that is!"
He pushed back as I went forward, heightening the pleasure.  "Oh
yeah," he said.  "Fuck me!"

	I bent my knees slightly for leverage--then began swinging my
hips--slowly at first, but picking up speed.  The beautiful cheeks
pillowed my hips, jostling ripely when I drove it home.  "This ass is
BUILT for fucking," I moaned, the sensations up-and-down my cock
too sexy for words.

	"It's all YOURS now," he groaned.

	"Sweet--so hunky and SWEET!"  Slapping sounds filled the night
air, the turquoise glow of the tub rendering things dreamlike.

	"--swore to God," he husked, "--swore the first guy to let me fuck
him--" he moaned at my drilling dick, "--would have my ass for KEEPS!"

	"I've lucked out," I panted.  "--hottest damn ass--biggest--
badest...."  My hips pistoned, then jabbed, then spiralled my cock
in-and-out, my balls slapping his.

	"Oh God," I moaned.  "I'm close, man--REAL close!"

	"Feels so GOOD," he moaned back,  "--make it last!  Big, hard
COCK..."

	God knows, I wanted to--wanted that tight hole to keep loving
my dick forever--but it was too damn sexy--too friggin' much!  My
balls gathered into a leathery fist, the hairs on them standing on end.
And my hips wouldn't slow down--my nipples bloating, making me
rub them hotly as I tossed my head--my tongue falling out as I snorted
and panted.

	I wildly fumbled underneath to find his big cock.  It swelled in my
grasp, making him suddenly rise fully up against my pumping torso.  He
howled and took over his gigantic rod, fisting like crazy.  And his swinging
hips did my work for me--fucking my cock, electrifying it--shorting the
nerves.

	"Oh JeeeeeezUS!" he yelled, his body quaking.

	Thick spurts of jizz flew from his man-meat, his asshole throttling my
dick.

	I felt the blood rush from my face, then boil in my cock.  And
then suddenly that building, dammed-up wall of urgent need suddenly
caved as fountains of sperm flooded his guts.

	I grabbed his body, my hips pounding, my cock exploding.  And he
was gasping, cursing--his muscles turning to iron--as we orgasmed in
breathy shouts, my hand grabbing his huge cock and squeezing it hotly.

	Our bodies slammed together in endless spasms, and Dan fell
forward--his arms grabbing the hot tub's edge--my cock suddenly
popping free of his ass, lurching in the air, still spewing its load.  And
then he was falling with a splash down onto the submerged ledge
facing me, his giant legs spread.

	I stood there in orgasmic heat--pumping the last of my cum, my
big balls heaving--until I, too, collapsed beside him, feeling the swirling
water surround and sooth my nerve-shorted fuckpole.

	It took the chirping of birds to rouse us from our stupor--making
Dan pull me up and half-carry me out onto the deck--both of us too
tired to speak.  A faint glow lightened the starry sky as we silently
towelled one another off and headed into the cabin for some
much-needed sleep.

	Turning from pulling down the blind, I found him flat out on his
back, staring up at my body as I stared down at his own.  And I
smiled, crawling in against him--laying my head on his flat, sexy
stomach--breathing over his cockbush, never wanting the moment
to end.

	"I have my own place in the woods," the Coach said, his fingers
combing through my damp, blond curls.

	"Really?" I turned my head quickly to face him.

	He smiled at my eagerness.  "--my 'gorgeous', little mobile
home..."

	"Wow," I said, realising the freedom this would bring us.

	"No nosey neighbors," he added.  "Just my cat, 'Sphincter'."

	"'SPHINCTER'?"

	"Yeah," he laughed.  "--think you can handle it?"

	I turned back, taking his fleshy cock in my hand, feeling its
warmth and burritto thickness.  "I'm handling it already!"

	He chuckled, his hard belly rising and falling while deep inside
him I could hear his heart beating.  He felt warm and muscular, his
hairy pecs like protective mountains.

	"You into maybe moving in?"

	I rose up on one elbow, staring into his eyes.  "I was going to
move into one of the dorms..."

	"A mobile home isn't a palace--but it wins hands-down over a
dorm!"

	I examined his face for more explanation, then gave up trying to
figure him out.  "All because I let you fuck me?" I smiled.

	He laughed, "Yeah!  That's the whole reason!"  He looked at me
more seriously.  "It's because I want you to, Jordan..."

	"Kiss me," I said--immediately feeling silly and childish--then felt
those colossal arms reach down and pull me up against him, his whole
mouth sealing over my lips, his hairy pecs crushing against my chest.

	Silly?  I should have said it sooner!

	I looked at him when we both came up for air.  "Does this mean
we're...."

	"...Let's just find out what it means, ok?" he said as I lay my head
on his furry, pillowing pecs.

	The Coach's beating heart was all I heard after that, as he felt his
way down my body until finding my balls.  He cradled them in his warm
palm as I nuzzled into him and reached down to cradle his own hairy rocks
in mine.  They were loose and heavy and generously-male.

	And when I awoke, his huge arm was flung over my chest.  Bright
sun shone around the edges of the blind, me staring at his tanned bicep--
big as a football, heavy as a shotput--feeling his other hand still holding my
balls.  And only then did I realise I had a major hardon happening between
my naked legs.

	My exploring fingers discovered the log of his own gargantuan cock--
primed and ready for action--as I listened to the Coach's deep breathing,
my hand travelling the whole length of his stud-sized tool.  It felt alive and
very much awake, the thick vein along its silky-skinned surface pulsing
against my fingers.

	Suddenly he mumbled and turned on his side, facing me, eyes very
much closed.  Free of his arm, I took horny delight in surveying his
slumbering nakedness--his tremendous erection and draping, languid
balls--the soft, lush forest of cockhair piled seductively in his muscular vee.

	What was it, I wondered, that made me find another man such a
heart-pounding turn-on?  Would I grow tired of sex with guys?  Even
with a man like the Coach?

	His nipples were the size of silver dollars, staring back at me through
the curls, and his mounded pecs made my mouth juice-up as everything--his
biceps, the hair swirling around his bellybutton, the rise and fall of his
flat, tanned belly, that huge, stud cock, and those fat, hairy balls--stoked
my horny hunger.

	I smiled at my doubt, for who wouldn't want to stare at--touch--
fondle--kiss--play with--suck--a cock and balls like his?  Jesus Christ, even
in sleep, it throbbed at me--it's open hole like a mouth--pulsing with
maleness.  His fat balls fell over his thigh in a lusty pile, actually touching
the mattress.  And I pictured them swinging between his legs, potent
and erotic--the very essence of what it was to be a man in his prime.

	I saw us back in our forest hideaway--cocks bouncing, balls
swaying--him reaching down to fondle them non-challantly, smiling
as I watched that so-male gesture.  God damn!  And from now on, I
could play with them all I wanted!

	He stirred, his dark-lashed eyes blinking at me.  "Hey," he
whispered.

	"Good morning, Coach."

	"You checkin' me out?"

	"Dumb question!"

	"You're hard as a fencepost..."

	"Yeah?  Well, guess what?"  I smiled back.

	He glanced down at himself.  "Oh.  You been playing around?"

	I smiled more.  "--don't have to.  It seems to do fine all by
itself."

	"That's because I really, really have to pee..."

	I sat up, throwing my legs over the edge of the bed.  "So do
I."

	"What say we do it outdoors?"  He stood up, his cock nearly
hitting my chin.

	We stood naked, blinking in the sun--surrounded by the rustling
maples and pines--our feet chilled by the dewy grass, our erections
stiffening even more as the cool breezes blew across them.

	The Coach's chest hair shone in the dappled sunlight as we
walked side-by-side, his godlike cock tocking proudly almost a foot from
his bushy vee--heavy balls swaying--his thighs like a stallion's.

	He took my hand, gazing down at my own twitching rod.  "You're
so beautiful, Jordie," he said.

	Our urges taking hold, we stopped in the very middle of
the sunwarming yard--put our hands on our hips--grunted and flexed
our internal muscles, and watched our erect dicks fountain-out arcs of
liquid gold in the sun.  We crisscrossed our peeing streams playfully,
laughing like young boys.

	The Coach casually reached over to bounce my cock free of its
remaining drops, making me shudder deliciously.  And my hand
couldn't completely circumberence his girth, and he laughed
to see me try.  And then as if by silent agreement, we just walked
about, proud-cocked and grinning--happy being two nude guys with
really big hardons--Dan's muscular pecs sporting two aroused,
bullet-sized nipples.

	"How can I live with you?" I said.  "I'll be hard like this every
single minute!"

	"I was thinking that very same thing," he stared down at my
body.

	"Do you live in a trailer park?"

	I watched his great, lightly-haired ass dimple seductively as
he walked under our large oak.

	"The mobile home was my grandfather's hunting place--so
its no palace, but it's on its own land--and well in from the road," he
explained.  "The only problem is, there aren't any stores nearby, so
if we forget to shop, we're out of luck for dinner!"

	I playfully cupped my balls up at him.  "You can always snack
these!"

	His eyes locked on my handful of maleness.  "You make me
crazy, Jordie...."

	"You're so hot, Coach."  My eyes ran over his furry pecs, down
his abs, to that rich delta of hair wreathing his enormous cock.  "I
want to make you happy!"

	His eyes drilled into mine.  And we stood there with our twitching
erections, eyeing one another--basking in the ultra-masculine feeling
only a super-hard cock can create as it preens and flexes.  And I
slowly came toward him--cockfirst--my eyes locking on his.

	Taking his hands, I led him down onto the cool grass and knelt
beside his lying, hunky body.  "--know what I'm gonna do?" I
whispered, licking his right, hairy tit.

	He didn't answer, just moaned softly when I pushed my face
into his hairy pecs and nuzzled them.

	"....I'm going to suck that giant cock of yours," I said.  "All of it."
I stared at its hugeness.  "Every big inch!"

	"Oh God," he said in anticipation.

	"--cuz I'm the only guy who's willing to take it," I nibbled at
his flexing abs, rubbing my nose into his sexy bellybutton, then
pushing my face into his luscious cockbush.  "--the only guy who
CAN do it..."  I bushed my lips over his polished cockhead.  "...
who WANTS to do it!"

	He squirmed beneath me like a jungle cat in the sun.

	Knowing better what it took, I pryed his formidable
love rocket upwards, yawned open my mouth, angled my head,
and then sword-swallowed the humongous thing.  And his fists
grabbed at the grass, breath whooshing out his lips.  And my
throat gagged at first, then watered-up and vaccumed-in his
ten-inch dick.

	Having just slept, my inner muscles were relaxed--and--
because this was the cock of my dreams, I was determined to
make it feel natural.  But of course, it wasn't!  The sheer
acrobatics involved made me expect cheering applause, or to
be handed a trophy.  I mean, his cockhead was massaging
places I didn't know were there!

	Saliva welled-up from nowhere, basting his tremendous
cock, making the impossible, possible.  And once I'd throated
the whole of it, satisfying my egoistic pride, I began enjoying
myself over the two-thirds I could more easily handle.

	I levered my upper body to bob up-and-down, using my
lips to lubricate the circumference.  And my tongue felt the
bloated vein, explored the muscular shaft, flicked at the lip of
his flared cockhead.  And the feelings raced from my tongue
straight down to my balls, like I was somehow sucking my own
delicious dick!

	I only wanted more--more cock, more muscle, more
hairy power--as I worshipped the Coach's virility.

	"Oh fuck--oh fuck--oh God!" he moaned.  "My cock--
my big, hard COCK...."

	My tingling balls ignited my swollen seven-incher, making
it lurch between my spread thighs--making it seek, in vain, for a
mouth of its own.  So I kept on sucking while slowly manouvering
my legs around behind Dan's head.

	"UUUHhhhh," I moaned, feeling him suddenly lick at my
balls, waves of sensation prickling over my aching cock.  And his
rough chin nuzzled my tender bag, making me suck his dick like
crazy in response.

	I felt him groan over my hugely turned-on rod, making me
jump when he suddenly tongued the slick, polished head.  "God!"
I shouted against his cock, seeing stars, the feelings impossible
to handle.  So utterly horny, the slightest touch sent me into orbit,
and then my dick was enveloped in a moist warmth, sliding into
his mouth like a redhot, all male popsicle.

	He sucked it like the man he was, while toying with my
balls like the horny boy he'd been.

	His own balls fell between his hairy thighs to the lawn, and I
gathered them in my hand as I snorted over his mouth-stretching
cock.  I flopped them around, then came off his dick with a loud
'pop' and shovelled one into my mouth.

	It was huge and potent and sexy and masculine.  I shuddered
to feel him do the same to mine--his lips defining the size of my
smooth rock--his tongue teasing it, his mouth sucking and caressing
it.  And we copied each other--abandoing our attempts to squeeze
both into our inadequate mouths--returning to stare at the hairy
sight before us, licking at cock and balls alike, then sucking
cock as if afraid the huge things would get snatched away.

	I moaned at the sensations--the hand-in-glove feeling of my
cock in his wet mouth--the feeling of his hugeness hugged by my
throat.  And our hips began feeding one another's gullets--stuffing
needy dickmeat into willing wetness--seeking satisfaction, seeking
that awful, wonderful trigger.

	Cocksucking alone wasn't going to do it.  He knew it, and I
knew it.  And knowing very well what WOULD, I pulled out of his lips.
Panting like a dog in heat, I rose up and then kneeled my way up
his torso and squatted over his surprised face.

	"Lick my hot boyass," I said.  "Get it all wet..."

	I didn't wait for an answer, simply sat down as a muffled groan
escaped his mouth--as a steamy warmth hit my tender slit.

	"Oh yeah--oh yeah," I muttered.  "Get it ready!  OPEN my
hot cunt!"  I bounced into his muscular, spearing tongue.

	It was juicy, it was unreal--his cock-of-a-tongue drilling my
needy slice--my hard cock twitching, my balls slapping his forehead.
And my rosebud twat began hungering for something a whole lot more
substantial.

	"C'mon, Coach," I fell onto my back in the grass, raising my
legs.  "Fuck me!"

	He didn't hesitate this time, rolling over onto his knees--
leaning forward to spit on and lick my winking hole--and then
nudged his fat cockhead into my portal.  And hell, but it was like
fire--like a fist poking up my butt!  My eyes watered, yet I refused to
cry out.  And I waited in agony until his thick-lipped corona snapped
past my stretching asslips.

	"Jesus Christ," I whispered.

	He was looking down at me, passion glittering in his
thick-lashed eyes.  "It's in," he breathed.  "Sometimes I wish I had..."

	"....NO," I tried to smile.  "I'm GLAD it's big--just....it's just the
head that..."

	"...I know," he kept the first two inches buried while leaning
forward to kiss me.  And I felt up his hairy pecs with my fingers,
relaxing into this strength.  And my asshole clamped his shaft like an
O-ring, the pain gradually easing.

	My fists got lost in the hairy wells of his armpits, my knuckles
rubbing his inner biceps.  "Two more inches," I whispered, and then
held back a gasp as more cock entered my ass.  And his thighs were
trembling, trying to obey his own desire to be gentle.

	I nodded up at him, and half his cock suddenly pried apart my
tunnel.  And I felt my balls elongate--my own cock suddenly losing its
hardness--and then his blunt-nosed knob bumped something that
made me gasp in wonder, my balls instantly swelling, my cock tingling
with new life.

	Warmth spread deep into my ass.  "Oh yeah," I smiled, "...that
feels so GOOOOD!"

	He moaned and poked that walnut-sized buzzer, watching me
swoon against the lawn in ecstacy.  "OOOooh, MAN!" I gushed.  "Oh
yeah!  Fuck my spot!  FUCK it!"

	And he prodded past that hot-wired button--entering a kink in
my bowels--and my eyes squeezed shut as I breathed deeply and
rubbed my knuckles over his fur-ringed nipples, until my inner
tension eased, and his huge cock burrowed completely inside.

	"Holy crow," I breathed.

	"...maybe I should..."

	"No," I winced.  "Just let me be for a minute..."

	And his abs were flexing--his whole body trembling, his hips
planted against my raised ass--his cockbush scrubbing my cheeks.
And then another wave of warmth spread deep inside me, so
beautiful that I wondered where the pain suddenly went.

	"Kiss me," I moaned, pulling his bullneck down with both
arms.

	His furry tits rubbed against my smooth skin, and I sucked in
his tongue like a second cock to have all of him inside me.  And
he moaned into my mouth when I began milking his buried cock
with my butt muscles.

	It felt sexy as hell--that enormous fullness being masturbated
by my ass--and I expected him to get into gear and ride me like
a cowboy.  But he didn't, and instead planted his elbows on either
side of my head and kissed me with such passion, my lips sparked
and tingled.

	And each time I pulled my ass outward, he just as slowly drove
his cock in to meet it, and the sensuous strokes were exotically
sexy--as though I'd traded my asshole for a cock--as though he was
fucking my whole body.  And his furry tits rubbed my smooth chest
with an erotic friction--and he purposely used his tight stomach to
masturbate against my raging rod.

	With the Coach's tongue washing my mouth, his whole body
rocking over mine--with that cock-of-cocks exploring my hidden
places--I felt tremendously powerful, like I could conquer the world!

	"I love you," he said hoarsely, diving back into my mouth.  And
then, as though to make his point, he purposely angled his dick to
thump my swollen gland.

	I shuddered against him violently, grasping his biceps, my eyes
flying open.  And he pulled his cock nearly out of my clasping ass,
then calculatingly bludgeoned my butt buzzer again.

	"Umphh," I expelled, only to have him massage it with his
giant knob--making me shake beneath him--my balls suddenly
swelling, currents of sexual alarm and thrill racing up my thighs.

	"Oh Jesus," I whispered against his unshaven jaw.  "Jesus
Christ!"

	Still kissing me, his lower body swung with an insistent,
urgent rhythm--prodding my prostate, egging it over the edge--our
bodies smacking the grass, travelling in lusty heaves, as he slowly,
yet relentlessly fucked my ripened gland.

	It felt bruised, punished--while craving more--and so too, my
cock--massaging itself against his belly--warned me it couldn't
handle much more friction.  And I thrashed against his muscles,
nearly biting his tongue, groaning into this throat.

	"Let's do it," he said, rising-up to then evacuate my crazed,
hungry ass, his enormous piece leaving me with a wet 'pop'.  "I
want to see them!..."

	Mouth open, I stared at his lust-enpurpled cock as it throbbed
over my torso--monstrously hard--the head wet and drooling.  And
he grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand into his steamy vee,
making me latch onto his pulsing pole, eratically milking and fisting.

	He moaned lustily, taking hold of my own, making me whimper
in anticipation, making my cock turn to granite.  And my asshole was
spasming, sending off sparks, wondering where its huge lover went.

	"Slow--slow.." he angled closer-in.  "Make it last..."

	Tortured sexual currents electrified my cockbush and
puckered-up my balls.  And, quelling my pounding heart, I breathed
more deeply and milked his silky-skinned, huge, hotly-hard cock with
long, loving strokes.  And his balls slapped sensuously--his belly
flexing at the feelings.

	And I bent the Coach's stiffness down, while he levered mine
up, the two bulbs smearing pre-cum over their glassy, nerve-studded
surfaces.

	"Ohhhhhhh," we both moaned, staring at the sex-swollen
mouths.

	He hunched himself lower, capturing both rods with two hands--
mine screaming to feel his squeezed against it--the sensation beyond
eros, beyond endurance.  And I stared in fascinated agony as he
fucked both cocks with his fists--as he drooled his saliva down to slicken
them up.  "Oh fuck, that's hot," he husked.  "--so fuckin' hot!"

	And my hands balled into fists to feel his huge balls rubbing my
own--as his cockbush tangled into my blond pile--as his muscular
fingers masturbated our sex-horny dicks.

	And he sensed the moment--felt it build--his hands pumping
harder.  And my head fell back to the ground, then lifted back up to
stare at the sight.  And his biceps ballooned, his hairy pecs jostling,
his fists a blur of frictioning heat.  And our balls were slapping together,
our trembling thighs signalling release.

	"Oh fuck!" he said, and suddenly throttled our expanding shafts.

	My thighs clamped over his waist as my inner wave crested and
broke.  "UUUUGGGhhhhh!" I cried, jizz thundering from my cockmouth
as his took aim and fired, hot cream sailing over my face.  And we
seized and shouted, cum shots splatting, bodies heaving, clasped cocks
bucking.

	He milked out more.  And jizz slid down my stomach and pooled
in my belly button.  Hot stripes of it landed on my chest, and the sight
of our two, pulpy knobs, pressed together, cocklips spewing, made us
unleash even more--more sperm, more hot cream.

	It was endless.  And my mind shut down, leaving me in a world of
cocks and balls--a universe of naked muscle--electrocuted, paralyzed,
drowned in ropey stripes of steamy cum.  And the avalanche shuddered
through me, leaving me dazed and gasping for air.

	And then he was completely on top of me--my legs wrapping over
his back--and like a lion, he licked my face, his tongue-swipes lapping-up
our co-mingled cream, our bellies panting.

	Sliding together, coated with slippery manmilk, his kisses tasted
male, the carnality of it prolonging my orgasmic shivers.

	Time seemed to stop, his hairy muscles crushed against my torso,
and I nosed into the Coach's damp armpit, my whole face rubbing into
the hairy power of it.  And I licked at his inner bicep, seeking even more
of his loving strength, wanting to lie in his arms eternally.



	We shared the shower, laughing at the absurdity of trying to
manouver our he-man bodies in the little space.  And my soapy cock
and balls flopped against his, my fingers sliding up into his inner, hairy
thigh-crease.

	Still naked, we did a huge laundry and tidied things up.  And then,
taking advantage of my parent's being away, he helped me move from
town into his woods-surrounded mobile home.

	Lying that night in the Coach's arms, I listened to his lumbering
breath, my hand buried in his crotch, cradling his balls.  And the
overwhelming feeling swelling my love-satiated heart was simply one
of feeling that I was now the luckiest man in the whole, love-needy
world.

	And you know what?
	I still fucking am!


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