Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2006 14:07:40 -0800
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: Bodybuilder Bi-Barbeque (camping, interracial)

Bodybuilder Bi-Barbeque
by Posingstrap

	After working out I would always hit the gym's jacuzzi--and usually
Julio, Jerome and Tim did the same.  We weren't really friends--just four
guys who'd come to rely on each other for spotting and occasional assists.
No one else was built or experienced enough to trust that way.  But after a
while it became usual for us to arrive at the same time, and finish our
workouts with a good hot soak.  Any talk centered around advice and
comments on how we were doing in our routines.  So it was a total 180 for
me to suggest we break in the new cabin I'd recently rented in the hills
outside Boise.

	Julio was the most private of all of us, saying little if anything,
ever at all.  Born in Brazil, he was tall and acted tough--the quiet,
silent type.  "I can't.  Brenda has plans for the weekend," he said without
emotion.  He looked at Tim as if passing the ball.

	"Jeez, Todd, I dunno--Shiela says I gotta clean out the
basement--her mother's coming."  His rancher-boy face looked even younger
now that his blond hair had been buzzed.  Below that face was a
gymnast-type body so muscular, no one would dream of taking advantage of
his innocent looks.

	'Brenda'--'Shiela'--it was news to me these guys were even married!
It took my invitation to discover even that much.

	"Shiiiit--m' woman gots plans--she A'WAYS gots plans fo' my black
ass," Jerome's voice boomed against the tiled walls, his mammoth body
dwarfing the tub.  "--but here's th' thing, brotha's--I's 'da' MAN--y'
unnerstan' what I'm sayin'?--an' I want'a go see Todd's place."  He broke
into a dazzling smile, his wide lips forming dimples in his high-cheekboned
face.  "So here's a question fo' yo' boys . . . "

	Tim, Julio and I looked at him with utter surprise--it was the most
Jerome had ever spoken, other than to comment on how sore his muscles felt.

	" . . . is yo' all 'da' MAN' wif' YO' chicks??"

	Tim was already pink from the jacuzzi, but his face turned bright
red.  "Sure I am..."  He didn't sound convincing though, and Jerome
chuckled.

	"Where is this place?" Julio bypassed Jerome's challenge.  "Does it
have running water?"

	"It even has a hot tub--and a river beside it."  I watched Julio's
ladykiller, dark eyes become more interested.  "And I've got a couple cases
of Miller--and steaks, and . . . "

	" . . . I'm not ruining my whole regimen on beer and steak," Julio
flexed his massive, hairy chest and huge biceps.

	"So???  Don't!  But steak's protein, brotha'--pure protein . . . "

	" . . . you ever go fishing?"  Tim sat up, his gigantic delts
gleaming, his smooth, full-sized pecs a marble-like work of art.

	I nodded.  "There's trout--I think Rainbow."

	"How big?"

	I parted my hands, exaggerating for his benefit.  (I actually
hadn't the faintest idea.)

	"Hmmmm--a'most as big as m' 'Black Beauty'," Jerome reached into
the water, feeling up his Speedo, then chuckling.

	Even Julio laughed at that.  "OK--but not before eleven--I gotta
give Brenda a big present," he felt up his own crotch, drawing more laughs.

			* * * *

	It was around 3:00 when they arrived.  Being late May, the sun had
finally gotten hot enough to sit out on the raised, cedar deck.

	So far the talk had centered around sports, and I was increasingly
glad I'd gotten the beer.  Without it, I pictured them just sitting there
looking out at the woods and river.

	"You want another, Julio?"

	He killed his second and shrugged his huge shoulders.  "Why not?
I've already blown my carb intake for a week."

	"Fuck it, man--yo' could use some fat on you," Jerome looked him
over.  "--'sides, wi' all that hair, who th' hell's gonna know?"

	God.  Leave it to Jerome to say something like that, I thought to
myself.  All I needed was for them to get into some kind of argument.

	"Fuck," Julio pawed his red tanktop.  "I've tried shaving it, but
my skin's too tender."  His rugged, dark, unshaven face looked momentarily
vulnerable.  "Brenda uses that cream shit, but . . . "

	Tim polished off his second Miller.  "Jesus--who'd want to shave a
chest like that?--I sure wouldn't."

	Julio kind of smiled.  "Yeah?--she says I look like a gorilla."

	"Take it off--we'll tell yo', man--"

	I wanted to go get them fresh beers, but this was getting
interesting.  Julio peeled up his tight muscle shirt, his abs rippling as
he went.  Once off his dark-skinned body, he flexed his huge, hairy pecs,
examining them critically.

	"I'd give anything to have a chest like that", Tim eyed the
masculine mounds.  "it's a regular forest!"

	"When I see that?--I sees a real man, brotha'--wif' a capital 'M'."

	"No shit?--she wants me to at least trim it some," he ran his
fingers through the black field of curls.

	"It a'ways takes a brotha' t' appreciate a brotha'--y'
unner'stan'?--all chicks think about is how THEY look, man!"

	Julio's dark mahogany physique had few equals--his pecs blossomed
below his bullneck like two halves of a melon, his nipples like dollar
coins--smack in the center--his rubbery nubs poking out from the curls.
"--you're right--I like having a hairy chest--it feels...I dunno...sexy, or
somethin'..."

	It sure as hell looked sexy--every one of us running our eyes over
how his black carpet coated those giant-sized pecs, gathering in the deep
valley between and turning to a dusting of hair, which travelled over each
set of deliniated abs, only to re-gather and swirl around Julio's deep,
muscle-stretched bellybutton before trailing in a gathering river down his
taut, brown, lower belly.

	There wasn't an ounce of cushioning anywhere--his chocolate skin
sheathing his musculature like satin--his biceps like bulging,
vein-accented, rolling boulders.  Even his big forearms were coated in
manly hair.

	None of us actually said out loud we agreed his hairy chest was
sexy--but the silence--the way Tim, Jerome and I just sat there gazing at
him--that said it all.

	Feeling the tension--that turned-on, awkward, sexual, silent
tension--I got up.  "More beers all around?"

	"Um, yeah, sure . . . "  Tim kept looking at Julio, as did Jerome.

	From the kitchen I could hear them start discussing bench presses
and dumbbell flys--how Jerome felt he'd reached a plateau--not gaining any
muscle lately on his pecs at all.  I caught my reflection in the glass
door, pausing to size myself up.  Of the four of us, I was the
oldest--thirty-two--and had been a second-string quareterback in college.
With the guys' help, I'd gotten back the physique I once had--and then
some--broader shoulders, nice abs, bigger biceps, and kept my strong-jawed,
brown-haired good looks from aging.

	"Hey, Todd!--get out here!" I heard Tim call.

	Grabbing the bottles, I found them all shirtless, wearing only
their gymshorts.

	"Take it off, man--we's comparin' pecs."  Jerome's naked torso
turned my humble lawn chair into an African tribal warrior's throne.

	I handed out the beers, then pulled off my shirt, feeling a bit on
display as their eyes gave my body the once-over.

	"See that?--Todd's are like Tim's, huh?", Julio said to Jerome,
"--and mine are like yours, except yours aren't hairy."

	"--and mine're black, baby--an' yo's is mocha."  Jerome felt up his
gigantic swells, cupping each mound proudly.  "--but yeah, they's got them
slopin', slab-type kind'a tits--and ours . . . "

	". . . hell," Tim swigged his third Miller, "--yours put Shiela's
to shame!--I mean, Jesus Christ--they just bounce out there, suspended in
space!"

	Jerome's laugh was deep and full, making him have to get up, lean
over the railing and spit onto the lawn.

	"You're just so damn HUGE--you've got it all . . . ", Tim looked at
Julio, then Jerome.

	Jerome turned around, spreading his enormous arms out on the
railing, his naked torso on display.  "Oh yeah?  Like what?-- What've I
got, Timboy?"  His look was suddenly very serious--challenging--taunting.

	"Jeez--you don't know?--You guys should be in competition--you've
got the height, the delts, th' pecs, th' biceps--lats--abs--glutes . . . "

	". . . glutes ???--shi i i i t!--cut th' bodybuilder jive, man--"
Jerome turned his broad, V-shaped back to us.  "--what yo's really sayin'
is, yo's in love wi' m' hot, black BOOTY . . ."  He suddenly shoved his
gymshorts down, mooning Tim--his ebony, bowling-ball, naked buttcheeks
framed by his white jock.

	Tim's farmboy face suddenly turned beet red, drawing hoots of
laughter from Julio.  "There's glutes for you, Tim!--want'a feel??"

	Jerome arched his deep-spined back, thrusting his whole, round,
shiny-black butt practically in Tim's face.

	"Alright!--show it OFF, dude!"

	"Fuck yo', brotha!--I ain't yo' showboy!--where's YO' glutes???"
Jerome reached back and snapped his jock supports, swinging his hips like a
male stripper.

	Suddenly Julio was right up beside him, shoving down his own
shorts, his furry ass bumping Jerome's.

	Tim's mouth opened and closed like landed fish, his face flushed,
his big brown eyes staring at their jock-strapped, hunky, naked globes
bouncing and smacking.

	Craning his head around, Julio saw the effect their bareassed
striptease was having and leaned into Jerome and whispered.

	"Yo' got it, man!"  Jerome gave him a brotha' grip.  The two
suddenly turned to face us, Jerome making hip-hop sounds through his lips,
their heavy white jock-pouches swaying to the beat as they bumped hips and
played the role of go-go studs at a private party.

	Tim looked stunned, conflicted, almost paralyzed--his eyes unable
to not view the way their beefy pecs jogged and jostled--how their weighty
pouches jounced about like white sex hammocks, the waistbands sagging under
the strain, showing glimpses of black pubic bush at the base of their
undulating, hard, muscular bellies.

	Getting into Jerome's lip-buzzing beat, they turned toward each
other--slogging their full baskets--occasionally thudding them together.
Jerome raised his left arm and flexed his giant bicep into polished
granite.  Laughing, Julio leaned-in and first kissed, then licked the
football-sized muscle.

	Suddenly what started off as a joke--a way of teasing Tim and
I--got the better of the two, with Jerome locking his arm over Julio's
handsome head, urging him to really have at his huge muscle.  Julio seemed
to shudder and then slurp the hot, hard, black mountain, his tongue laving
its vien-popping strength and power.

	As Tim and I stared in wide-eyed silence, Jerome's hip-hop buzzing
stopped as he reached his free hand down between Julio's furry-brown
thighs, to openly fondle his sex-filled, meshed pouch.

	"Yo's a fuckin' stud, huh, man?--son-of-a-bitch!  Yo's turnin' me
ON doin' that!"

	Feeling Jerome's big hand squeezing his basket, Julio's face moved
lower, tonguing Jerome's huge, glistening pecs, his lips pulling on each
fat, erecting nipple.

	"Oh yeah, brotha'--yo' knows HOW, huh?--don'cha' baby?--shi i i i i
t!"

	Jerom'es own jock-pouch grew huge, the unmistakable, angular thrust
of his anaconda cock pushing out the mesh.  He was throwing a giant rod
over having Julio's hot mouth all over his hot chest.

	"Goddamn!--what'cha'all DOIN', man??--huh?--Jesus,
Julio--yeah!--suck them big black tits!!!"

	Tim stared hypnotically, one hand feeling up his own meaty chest,
his other between his blond-furry thighs.  Seeing that, I walked up behind
him, and, not knowing why--or even what I was doing--let my hand lightly
graze the back of his bullneck.

	Tim moaned and pushed into my fingers, making me run my knuckles up
his nape, then slide my hand down onto his huge, shotput shoulder, feeling
the mighty size of it--the power--my fingers moving further down onto the
swells of his chest.

	Even as I did this, my eyes were fixed on the raunchy scene before
me--Jerome pulling out Julio's elastic waistband, letting the muscled
Brazilian's turned-on rod suddenly spring free.

	"Aww fuck, Julio--FUCK!--" Jerome's big eyes stared at the flared,
dark-red arrow-like head lancing up through a jungle of cockhair.

	Tim moaned below me, throwing back his head, finding my crotch and
rubbing into it, his blond, buzzed scalp massaging my shorts-covered,
blood-engorging meat.  I moaned too, my hands gripping his jaw, pushing the
back of his head deeper into my crotch.

	Julio came off Jerome's tits--the huge, shiny swells wet with his
saliva, the nipples erected into thick rivets--and roughly shoved Jerome's
jock completely down.  "Holy Crow!"  He gasped as ten thick inches of hard,
black meat slapped Jerome's abs, the head a shiny, purple mushroom, oozing
syrup.

	Jerome dug under the waistband to pull his enormous, black balls
out over it.  "C'mon, buddy--show me--lemme see yours."

	Julio kept staring at Jerome's throbbing billyclub, quickly pushing
his jock down to his ankles.  When he stood back up, his own nine-incher
swung stiffly up to the left, its deep mahogony, curving shaft capped by an
arrow-tipped helmet, sunlight glinting off its glassy-taut surface.  A gush
of thick, curly cockhair wreathed his vee, coating his fat nuts.

	"Aw fuck, man!--look at yo', man!--FUCK!"

	Unable to stand the sweet thrills of Tim's head rubbing across my
still-clothed cock, I peeled both shorts and jockstrap down my hairy thighs
and right off my bare feet.  Naked and horny as hell, I thrust my
eight-inch throbber up the back of Tim's muscular neck.

	Staring at the lewd display of Julio and Jerome's naked cocks and
balls, Tim let out a groan, feeling my bare dick thumping up his neck and
scalp.  His hands came behind the chair, pulling my thighs into him, my
aching rod skating out past his cute ear, my big hairy nuts flopping over
his shoulder.

	"Oh yeah!--uh HUH!--we's all horny now, huh?--so fuckin'
horny!!--some brotha' luv goin' down . . . "  Jerome's giant hardon swooped
out, slapping his abs as he headed right for Tim.  Squatting down, he
grabbed Tim's gymshorts and stripped the cute stud bareass.

	Tim's pink, seven inch, beer can whopper sprang out of his dark
blond bush like a mushroom-capped Bavarian sausage--smacking his tanned
belly--his beefy, golden- fleeced balls thudding the chair.  "Oh God!" he
whispered.

	"Goddamn!  Why yo' want'a hide that phine whiteboy slab'a steak?
Huh?--Jesus, Julio--look'it what our Timboy's been keepin' a secret!"

	But Julio wasn't focusing on Tim.  He was kneeling behind Jerome's
crouching body, running his hand down the deep groove of Jerome's
expansive, muscled back, wondering if he dared go any lower.

	I masturbated my hot, turgid log into the crease of Tim's neck and
shoulder, my furry nuts slapping his upper back, staring down at Jerome
sliding his huge, black hands inside Tim's blond-fleecy, inner thighs.  "I
bet Shiela don' take th' time t'do any'a this here shit wich yo'--huh,
baby?"  Jerome's beautiful, muscular face and full lips broke into a snow
white smile as Tim swallowed and shook his head.

	"She don' fool wi' these fat pink rocks a'yo's, do she, huh?--nuh
UH!  She thinks they's ugly, huh?"

	Tim nodded, then moaned deeply as Jerome fingered his jiggling,
tender-skinned bag.

	"Yeah, I knows aaaaalll 'bout 'dat, man, 'cuz m' bitch hates even
seein' mine when I tromp aroun' buckass."  Jerome pets and then pulls Tim's
hang into his palms.  "--'put yo' clothes on'," he mimicks her voice, "--'I
don' want'a have to see all 'dat hairy shit hangin' when I's on da'
phone!'"  Jerome's face grows intent, examining the rich folds of Tim's
soft ballskin.  "--dumb bitches--don' know what's phine 'bout a dude--don'
know how hot-lookin' peaches like yo's is . . . "  Jerome squatted lower on
the deck, eye-level with Tim's blond-hairy crotch.

	Tim shuddered--"Uhhhhh"--feeling Jerome's full wet lips suddenly
slurp in one of his smooth eggs, his head falling over the back of the
chair.

	I couldn't take the horny sight--couldn't stand the sweet, ripe
thrills it sent up my shaft--and rode my whole horny cock over Tim's
horizontal face.

	"Oh, Jesus!--oh Jesus!" I watched Tim's pink tongue lash out at my
satiny, flared helmet--watched helplessly as I shuddered out a drool of
cockcandy, feeling his sweet cupid lips nibble my knob as he tongued into
my wide-open slit.

	"Tha's it, tha's it--handle that big black butt, Julio, yo' brown
stud--smack it!--ride yo' bigass meat up m' crack!"

	I heard a thud and saw the dark Brazilian flat on his back--his
head under Jerome's crouching ass--hearing next his muffled moans as Jerome
lowered his spreading rounds against Julio's eager mouth.

	"Oh baby!--baby!  Mmmm, MMMM!--eat that showered-up asshole, yo'
studluvin' bastard!  Lick m' big ol' balls like 'dat, baby--uh huh!, uh
HUH!"

	Tim reached up, his head way back, flattening my uptilting rod
against his face, riding his lips over the fat vein snaking up my shaft.  I
flopped my naked, hairy nuts over his forehead--wanting to blow, wanting it
to last forever--not knowing what the fuck I wanted, as I watched Jerome
hook a large finger around the base of Tim's pink porker.

	A collective groan hit the air as all four of us zoned-off into
horny, man-loving bliss--asJulio--flat on his back--bent Jerome's huge tool
into his Latin mouth--as Jerome took Tim's dong right down to the pubes--as
Tim lip-locked my whole cockhead, his head so far back over the top of the
chair, I shoved a whole half of my shaft down his swallowing gullet.

	"Oh Jesus God," I gasped, my balls gathering in warning, snapping
up to the base of my aching cock.

	Tim's tongue lashed at the webbed skin just below my cocklips--my
spot-of-spots--the place I rubbed by thumb and first finger over just
before I knew I was going to . . . .

	"UUUUHhhhhhhghhh!"  I saw the fleecy clouds--the blue, blue May
sky--colored dots bursting, fireworks going off in the middle of the day.

	My cock throbbed and flexed, unloading a glut of pentup jizz down
Tim's milking throat.  My knees nearly caved, my hips pistoning my
nerve-sparking, sperm-shooting piece in-and-out of Tim's cock-sucking,
virgin mouth.

	Suddenly Tim seemed to gag, his throat throttling my orgasming
dong, his body shuddering, his nipples turning to bullets.  Tim's hips shot
up from the chair, burying his seven-inch, porkroll cock to his bush in
Jerome's hot, blowjob mouth.

	Pulling my still-shooting dick free of Tim's gasping face, I pumped
the rest of my load over his buzzed blond head as he quaked and seized in
orgasmic thrills.

	Jerome suddenly groaned over Tim's erupting rod, cream flowing out
his big lips as he slurped the fountaining thing free.  It flexed and
jerked in rigid, mid-air spasms, spewing fresh cream all over Tim's
heaving, concave belly.

	Jerome's huge black torso rose up, his lusty eyes watching Tim's
big fucker shoot and bob--his kneeling body suddenly contorted in blissful
agony--his hands bending his huge, muscular black cock down deep into
Julio's eager throat.

	I moved quickly--my balls smacking Tim's shoulder--racing around
behind Jerome and Julio.  Spreading open Julio's husky thighs with my feet,
I fell to the deck, grabbing his neglected arrow-headed manmeat--briefly
marvelling over the handsome heft and shape of that South American
beauty--and shovelled the turgid thing into my yawning mouth.

	I knew nothing about cocksucking--only knew I hungered to have
Julio's sexy power in my mouth--to taste, to savor, to have, to worship.
My lips are wide--a real cocksucking mouth when I smile in the mirror--so
there was no worry over any teeth-grazing as I basted his silky-solid love
muscle and felt the flared, smallish head pop past my tonsils.

	"Take it!--FUCK!--take m' hot load!!!!" Jerome shouted down as
Julio gulped and swallowed.

	My lips instinctively knew what to do--knew at least what made a
man like me lose all control--knew the nerve-studded terrain of what made
my own love rocket blast into orbit.  But Julio's muscled monster--unlike
mine--was rakishly curved in its arousal, and its girth grew even fatter
just before the slightly smaller, arrow-tipped head.

	Was his trigger the same as my own??

	"Oh fuck!--lick m' big black balls--yeah!--oh fuck!"  Hearing this,
I pictured Jerome pulling out of Julio's gagging mouth, flogging his
creaming, ebony, monster cock while Julio basted Jerome's heaving rocks
with Jerome's own jizz.

	The image made me lash my tongue over the underside of Julio's
cocktip--just below the peehole--while reaching in to fist the curvacious
shaft.

	Julio's body heaved about on the deck.  "Christ!--YES!--do
that!--DOOO IT!"

	I madly flicked his tender flange--my tongue frictioning the sweet
skin where shaft joined head--my hand pumping his flexing, curvy organ, and
felt his slogging ballbag plump-up and hug his cockbase.

	"UHHHHHHHHGGGHHHH!"

	I dove down to swallow and coax his erupting rocket--the thick
sausage turning to iron--the muscular underbelly flexing as a gyser of
yogurt blew into my guts.

	I gagged and swallowed, my hand massaging his unloading, hairy
balls.

	"Oh fuck, yeah--give it to him, Julio--take that load, Todd!"

	Julio heaved his hips up into my throat, my face in his thick,
black bush--my chin buried in his soft, cum-happy balls--my hands grabbing
his meaty, hairy pecs.

	"Uh--uh--uh--uh--uh--UH!--oh God!--UH!  UH!  UHNNNG!"

	I had to come off it, my throat unbale to swallow what Julio's
horny cock kept unleashing.  Dripping jizz onto his hairy thigh, I used
both hands to pump out the rest as Tim and Jerome stared at the lewd,
carnal sight of Julio's eight-incher spewing all over the place.

	"Oh stop--stop!--too much!--oh God!"  Julios muscular belly heaved
as he gasped, his balls lengthening, his curvacious cock throbbing out the
last of his hot cream.


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