Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2022 22:33:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Arthur Doyle <sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dumb jock roommates, part 6

Dappled light played over the slowly meandering river as Antonio watched
the swaying green branches and luxuriated in the natural beauty all around
him. Looking down at his hairy legs, tight speedo, and nice six-pack, he
thought about how lucky he was to be a sexy athletic college dude with
nothing but time on his hands. True, he was also on a couple microdoses of
acid but god damn if the world wasn't a fucking awesome place.

Antonio--Tony to his friends--was having one of the most amazing weekends
of his life, hanging out with his three best friends, Deon, Razel, and
Nahkter, at a charming Airbnb in one of the sleepy river towns a couple
hours' drive from campus. All four boys loved the outdoors, hiking, camping
and especially bouldering, hitting the rock climbing gym on a regular
basis. Tony enjoyed his buds' easygoing nature and the way they all felt
intimate and comfortable with one another, none of the pretentious macho
posturing that normally passed between guy friends. They now had an extra
thing keeping them close since last night, all of them had rolled on MDMA
for the first time, hugging one another tightly, giving one another
massages, and talking about how much they loved each other.

Shortly before taking the molly, Deon said he had an important
announcement. "I'm gay," he told them with a sheepish look on his face.

Tony could see how hard it was for his friend to come out, probably worried
that his closest buds would reject him or feel weird around him. Instead,
Tony, Razel, and Nahkter had embraced him and affirmed their brotherly
bond, with the night of MDMA sealing the deal.

Nahkter and Deon were splashing around in the shallow river in their cute
little speedos and Tony couldn't help but notice how ripped his friends
were. Both dudes had sublime arms, gorgeous pecs, and ridiculous abs, their
waists tapered and fit, their shoulders wide and strong, their V-lines
prominent, and their rears nicely squeezed into those tight briefs. Nahkter
wore his hair long and had a killer smile and gold-tinged eyes that always
seemed to sparkle with mischief. Deon was sporting a stylish fade and had
nerdy ears that stuck out in just the most adorable way. Man, Tony really
loved these guys.

Razel came out from their rental house, which had its own private beach on
the river, and sat down next to Tony. He was smoking a massive joint and
handed Tony an ice-cold tall boy of PBR. Razel was probably the best
looking of them all. Ladies were constantly commenting on his ravishing
face and exquisite physique. Through the grapevine, Tony had also heard
that his bud was packing just about the most gigantic heat, a titanic dong
that, even in its soft form, was barely contained inside Razel's
barely-there bathing suit.

"Christ," said Razel, kicking back with his toes in the water. "Life
doesn't get any better than this, right?"

Before Tony could respond, a pair of floating donuts appeared from
upstream. Lazing in the floaties were two crazy stunning and completely
naked dudes, each holding a beer and a blunt. One guy was hairier than the
other, with a handsome beard and opulent pelt of body hair, while his
friend was smoother-bodied and blonder. Even from far away, Tony could tell
that these strangers were muscular as all getup. An enormous soft schlong
rested across each of their thighs as they waved their hands and paddled
over.

"Sup, dudes?" said the hairy one, offering his blunt to Nahkter. "Isn't
this the most awesome weekend ever?"

"Dang, Silas," said his friend, standing up and gawking at the gathered men
through his aviator sunglasses. "Look at these fuckers. Seems like we
stumbled across some kind of porn shoot."

Laid-back Nahkter laughed at the suggestion, accepting the offered
weed. But Deon was completely agog, unable to keep himself from staring at
the divine specimens of dude before him. Tony had to agree. The newcomers
were knockouts in every way, from their runner's haunches to their
bodybuilder's shoulders, every muscle on their body cut to
perfection. Their faces were easy on the eyes and each was sporting one of
the largest softies Tony had ever seen along with some hairy massive
low-hanging nuts. Their foreskins dangled down like delicious hoods and it
was impossible not to be enraptured by the steady drip of precum that was
trickling from those ridonkulus uncut dick-ends.

The one named Silas took his monumental sausage in hand and shook it
enticingly. "Don't worry, buds. We're not gonna get any boners right
now. Connor and I just banged the living daylights out of one another a
little bit ago. I can still feel his cream dribbling out of my
asshole. Injecting one another with hot sperm has done wonders for keeping
these bad boys at bay."

Tony wasn't really sure what to make of the declarations but he was
catching a nice vibe off the stacked strangers and decided to just go along
with it.

"Can we offer you boys anything fun?" asked Razel, who was ever the
gracious host. "We've got sparkle spray, beer, whiskey, pot, shrooms, a
little leftover molly, some coke and K."

"Ha!" Connor laughed. "That's great. We're both already rolling on low
doses of acid and MDMA. But I'll gladly take a bump of K."

Razel loaded and handed him a bullet filled with white powder, which got
passed around to all the boys in turn. As the mind-altering effects took
hold, Silas sauntered over to Tony and threw an arm around his shoulder.

"Let me know if this is too forward, bro, but you are just about one of the
hottest dudes I've ever seen. Love that you've got a hairy chest like me
and, fuck, those pecs are to die for. Unff.. love squeezing a manly chest
like this. You guys must all work out a lot."

Enjoying the attention, Tony grinned. "We meet up at the climbing gym a
fair bit. Keeps us pretty in shape."

"Mmmmm!" said Silas. "Hippie boys are the best. Can I sniff your armpit,
dude? I bet you go au natural!"

The next thing Tony knew, Silas had stuck his nose into his odorous pit,
which Tony had to admit smelled pretty great after not showering for a day
or so.

Meanwhile, Connor had thrown his arms around Nahkter and Deon's shoulders,
pulling them in close as he admired their bodies.

"You're all so freaking gorgeous," he said. "But what's with the modesty?
You're making me and Si feel like nudists here."

The four friends looked at one another. They were definitely close but not
in the habit of being naked around one another in a non-gym-shower
setting. Nevertheless, the chill weekend and excellent drugs were doing
their magic. Without another word, they each shucked off their speedos and
let it all hang out.

Tony couldn't help himself. He had to size himself up against his
friends. Yeah they were all still (mostly) soft, but he wanted to know how
he stacked up against his buds. To be honest, it was a bit hard to tell. He
knew his thick uncut dong and hairy nest of nuts were on the larger end of
the male size distribution, and Nahkter and Deon were definitely rocking
pipes and sacs about as big. The only clear fact was that Razel definitely
outshone them all, with a supremely girthy uncut hog that dangled down like
a huge piece of salami, looking like even in its soft form it would hang
past the edge of a ruler, along with some mouthwatering nuts big enough to
really wallop somebody in the face.

"FUUUUCKKKK!" cried Silas, coming over grasp to Razel's rod. "Look at that
crazy wang! I can barely get my fingers around it and you're not even hard
yet. Shit. This thing is going to make me get a semi just from looking at
it."

"Seriously, bro," said Connor, tickling Razel's big balls. "You must get
compliments all the time. Anybody would be lucky to be on the receiving end
of such a beautiful pecker."

Razel was definitely slightly bewildered from these two extremely saucy
strangers, but at the same time, he seemed to be enjoying the acclaim that
his natural assets were receiving. Tony couldn't be sure, but it looked
like Razel's monumental cock was stiffening just a little bit, its enormous
flaring dong-head peeking coquettishly from his foreskin as a few drops of
ball nectar beaded on its tip. The sight was causing Tony to chub up as
well, and he could see it was having a similar effect on Nahkter. Deon's
dick was already half-hard as he stood in the ankle-deep water mesmerized
by the sights before him. He kept grabbing his shaft, evidently having a
hard time not just openly jacking himself in front of his friends.

"Connor," said Silas, sticking his pert hairy ass out for all to see. "I
know I just bred by you like twenty minutes ago, but I can feel my hole
already starting to twitch like crazy again."

His friend nodded along. "I know what you mean, dude. Like, look at this."
And he proceeded to slip two fingers past his sphincter up to the second
knuckle. "My puck is practically begging for dong and I've got two loads of
your spunk freshly injected in there. That's weird, though, since Troy told
us that nut should help calm our hormone-crazed bodies for at least a
little while."

"Not sure what that's about, man," said Silas, who was now slowly pulling
at Razel's foreskin.

"Must be all the dude funk and raging dongs around here," said
Connor. "Like, my body is crying out to get reamed again. Maybe the two of
us will have to go take care of things soon. You guys mind if we use your
house to fuck each other? We could also just do that outside. It's so
freaking beautiful and nice by this river."

Perhaps because of the LSD and weed and beer in his bloodstream, Tony was
having a hard time following along with everything these funny hunks were
talking about. His attention was unwaveringly fixed on his buddy Razel's
brobdingnagian baton, which was most assuredly growing bigger and more
pre-cum-y as Silas toyed with it. As Razel breathed deep, his eyes locked
with Tony's.

"Wwwhoooaaapppps!!" cried Tony, suddenly feeling his balance give way in
the water.

The next thing he knew, Razel's massive cockhead has slipped past his
moistened lips and that crazy hulking prong had lodged itself straight down
Tony's windpipe. Somehow, he had fallen on his friend's king-size dick and
taken the shaft all the way to the root, tasting the savory nut sauce
accumulating on his tongue and tonsils.

"Ggghhhgghhh," said Tony, choking on that monstrous member, which instantly
stiffened into one of the hardest and largest erections of all time.

"Oh no!" cried Connor. "We're such bad influences. Whenever we get around
nude lewd dudes, funny stuff like this seems to happen. We're so sorry, we
didn't mean to make you fall over. But you're gagging on that gonzo dong
like a pro, bro. It's making me even hornier... I mean, more
embarrassed. Here, let me help you up."

But instead of doing so, Connor positioned himself behind Tony and began to
lap at his hairy ass. His velvety tongue entered Tony's snug keister and
started sliding in and out of that luscious rear channel. Silas, meanwhile,
had gotten down below Tony, swallowing Tony's gargantuan boner as he
pressed his own sterling uncut prong against Connor's and frotted away with
his friend. Despite being almost completely overwhelmed by sensations, Tony
managed to glance out the corner of his eye and see that Deon and Nahkter
were watching the scene with gaping mouths, each of them reaching over to
take the other's enormous dick in hand and jack away.

Finally, Tony managed to get himself unstuck from Razel's raging rod. He
stood upright and shook off the two strangers who had latched onto his
private parts. Razel's super-hard cock was dripping with saliva and raw
ball nectar and Tony had a hard time believing that such a humongous wet
kielbasa had been inside him moments before. His own cock stiffened further
from the thought that he'd just blown one of his best friends.

"Woah, bros," said Silas. "I am totally shame-faced by all this. We usually
have problems with our cocks going into places they shouldn't but you have
my sincerest apologies for spreading the hormones around. It must be this
stinky armpit of mine sending out... what are those called? Pher-o-mones?"

"You're such a dweeb, Si," said Connor, laughing and rubbing his friend's
body. "And a sexy, sexy motherfucker whose dong I need to rip me in half as
soon as possible."

"Are you kidding me, bro?" said Silas. "I was just gonna say that my body
is crying out for your huge hog to spread open my cheeks straight away."

"Shit, man. My tight hole is in desperate need of your major wang plowing
in and out of it post haste."

"Unghh. That's hot, dude. But I have got to sit on your banging rod ASAP."

"Crap. How are you we gonna decide who gets boned first?"

"Waitaminute," Silas said, sticking a finger in the air. "We're in a
paradise of stunning schlongs right now. Maybe one these fine gentlemen can
help us out."

"Of course, Si. You're a genius!"

And with that, they both bent over to place their hands on the shore of the
river, sticking their captivating muscle jock asses out and wiggling them
enticingly.

"If one of you wouldn't mind," said Silas. "I've got this crazy itch in my
butt right now and the only way to scratch it is with one of your sterling
dongs."

"Yeah, buds," said Connor. "Please ream us both with some prime pipe. I'm
begging one of you to breed me and drop a load in my ass pronto."

Despite how turned on he was, Tony still wasn't sure he could wrap his mind
around what was going on. He had never fucked a guy before and, other than
that momentary bro-job earlier, hadn't even gotten close to a dude's
genitalia in any way shape or form. Most of the girls he'd taken to bed
also weren't into anal, telling him his dick was too big to fit into their
cute little buttholes.

Goofball Nahkter, on the other hand, immediately stepped up to the plate
and spit into his palm. Rubbing his uncut cockhead several times, he leaned
down and licked Silas' rear.

"Fuck yeah, bro," Silas said. "Get me all slick and ready for that hot
freaking cock."

Nahkter didn't need to be told twice, diving his long tongue further into
that hairy slamming booty. Tony's body was on fire by this point. He, Deon,
and Razel all sidled closer together and began pawing at each other's
muscles, tentatively taking one another's dongs in hand and feeling the
powerful strength of that pulsating shaft as they gave each other a five
knuckle shuffle. Deon's appetizing pre-cum ran over Tony's fingers and he
surprised himself by bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking it off,
tasting that savory liquid.

Nearby, Nahkter was alternating between shoving his tongue into either
Silas or Connor's cracks and sticking a finger or two or three into the
unoccupied hole before him. He looked to be in his element, a natural butt
muncher if there ever was one. He'd probably tossed a salad at least once
before, Tony thought. Silas and Connor were both moaning intently,
whimpering and giving ecstatic cries as they begged Nahkter to ream them
mercilessly.

"Ok boys," Nahkter said, standing and whapping Connor's smooth cheeks with
his mighty meat-stick. "Get ready, cause here it comes."

His celestial cock quickly disappeared into Connor's eager slot, that
muscle butt just swallowing up Nahkter's divine dick without a second
thought. Nahkter went straight into turbo mode, bunny banging Connor's fine
puck like a savage sex savant, just heartlessly ramming his slamming
sausage repeatedly into the needy greedy ass before him. His huge hairy
nuts smacked Connor's taint like nobody's business.

Aroused beyond measure, Tony found himself dashing over and squatting
behind Silas. Without another moment of hesitation, Tony's mammoth
megaladong sailed directly up into Silas' fuzzy butt and Tony lost himself
to the heavenly feeling of having his thick shaft wrapped by a snug man
snatch. He started plowing Silas' tender antechamber with his titanic
baton, releasing animalistic urges as waves of absolute bliss radiated
throughout his body. Enraptured by the lovemaking, Silas and Connor writhed
beneath them and made out like horny bandits. Intoxicated on sex and drugs,
Tony and Nahkter leaned their faces close and, as they continued to shove
their stupendous erections into those perfect pucks, French kissed one
another with abandon.

"Mmhhhgghghhh!" cried Deon behind them and they all turned to find that
Razel was thrusting his immense throbbing cock directly in and out of
Deon's adorably desperate derriere.

Deon looked to be in high heaven and, to be honest, all four other boys
were jealous that they weren't currently being dominated by a dong so
monumental, so absolutely and almost comically large, its massive extent
still slick with Tony's spit and Razel's own dripping precum, that it
looked like it would bring the most intense release and pleasure to get
shafted by such a spectacular schlong. The scent of dude stank was swirling
around Tony's nose as he continued to fuck the butt before him along the
shore of a beautiful river out in the wondrous natural world.

In the blink of an eye, Connor pulled himself off Nahkter's naughty bits
and spun him around so that Nahkter was on his back and Connor had his
super-size uncut erection aimed directly at Nahkter's virgin
backdoor. Connor let a dribble of spit drop to that puck and then pressed
his flaring mushroom tip against Nahkter's exposed orifice, which somehow
obliged and started to let inch after inch of Connor's colossal cock
enter. Silas looked up at Tony.

"Dude, sorry to do this," Silas said, "but my dong is also telling me I've
got to plow you now."

Before he knew what was happening, Tony was being wrestled to the ground by
Silas' muscular arms, his nose shoved into Silas' ambrosial armpit, a
finger slipped up into his rear along with some nice globs of spit. Barely
able to process the sensations, Tony gave himself up to being subjugated by
a hirsute alpha beast who knew exactly what he was doing. His tight asshole
unraveled under Silas' ministrations and, within seconds, Silas was balls
deep inside his heinie, reaming him for all he was worth and making Tony
whimper with pure unbridled elation. Tony had no idea that getting boned
could feel so good, so right, so amazing to let a man take his cherry and
use him as an instrument of his own pleasure.

"FUCK, BRO!" Silas groaned. "You're so goddamn tight. I'm gonna nut inside
you now!"

Tony watched as Silas screwed his face up and, the next thing he knew, he
could feel a gobbet of hot spunk shoot into his keister. Several more
helpings of skeet followed, enough that Tony could feel them dribbling from
his ass. The orgasm barely seemed to slow Silas down, who roared with
delight and pulled out of Tony. Bounding over to Razel and Deon, Silas
proceeded to stick his cum-slick sausage into Razel's open rear, causing
Razel to throw back his head and cry out with surprise and joy. Silas began
to fuck Razel, who continued to bang Deon, the three of them hooting and
moaning as they left the station on their sex train.

With his fresh injection of nutty sperm, Tony was transformed. He needed to
either bone or get boned, preferably both at once. He waltzed over to
Connor and tapped him on the shoulder. "You mind if I hit that tush?"

Connor grinned widely. "Go for it, dude!"

He stepped aside to let Tony slide his jumbo beast into Nahkter's nubile
nether region, feeling the spark of energy shoot between him and his friend
as they began to do the nasty. Connor wasted no time in entering Tony's own
hole, shoving his incredibly girthy cock into that skeet infested rear
channel so that Tony was getting Lucky Pierre'd between Nahkter and Connor.

"God damn, I know what Si means," said Connor. "This puck is so perfect I
can barely hold back. Oh shit, I'm gonna splooge, dude. Oh fuck!
UNNNNGHHH!"

And so Tony received a second hot load in his keister in as many minutes,
with Connor's copious sticky icky swirling around with Silas' sensational
ball batter. The bequest seemed to supercharge Tony, who began railing
Nahkter's incredible backdoor even harder with his stupendous schlong, the
two of them grunting and sweating and spitting on one another with furious
sexual delight. Connor needed to take a break from topping for a moment to
recover and so he padded over to the other threesome in the river and
presented his tushie.

"Hey, bro," he said to Deon. "You mind sharing that prime dong you've got
shoved up inside you? I have got to get stretched out by that
Pringles-can-size cock."

Silas, who was behind Razel, tweaking his nipples and nuzzling his neck,
looked over with an ecstatic expression. "Oh hell yeah, dude! I think we
all need a turn on your supremely massive meat tube. Can we each get a
taste?"

Deon was happy to oblige and he allowed Razel's raging rod to come flopping
out his nicely-fucked keister, the humungous baton emerging with a loud
plopping sound. Everybody wanted a taste of Razel's ridiculous endowment
and so Connor, Silas, Tony, and Nahkter all lined up in the shallow river
on all fours, each of them squirming their muscle asses enticingly and
pleading for Razel to ream them.

Razel first positioned himself behind Connor, thrusting his sensational
supreme burrito into Connor's complaisant caboose and raw-dogging him as he
grabbed Connor's shoulder, really just rollicking like a madman inside that
tight love chute. Connor's eyes rolled back and his tongue came flopping
out, a rapturous expression glued to his face as he got plowed like there
was no tomorrow. A few shot of additional cum came spurting out his
dick-end as Razel sundered his fundament like a pro.

"HOLEEEEEY CRAP!" Connor shouted as his head bobbed back and forth. "YES!
YES! YES! YES!"

Next, Razel introduced his insane trouser snaked into Silas' snug cootchie,
bashing away at that hairy crack and letting his hysterically massive
nutsac slam repeatedly into Silas' fuzzy taint. Everybody watched with awe
as Silas took the assault like a champ, his perfect puck stretching and
squirming to accommodate one of the thickest dicks in the entire
universe. Tony almost couldn't believe that such a herculean organ was
going to fit inside of him but then Razel came over and placed his
staggering dick-head against Tony's tight booty-hole and that astounding
beast sailed right inside. Tony's body flexed in ways he'd never imagined
as that prodigious hulking pipe reamed him in all the right ways. A
galactic assgasm wracked Tony's body as Razel banged away at his prostate
and a voluminous helping of nut milk shot right out of his rigid
dong. Nahkter was loopy with anticipation by the time Razel's abounding
bequest began railing him and so, to up the ante, the rest of the boys
stood up and crowded around his mouth, feeding him their colossal cocks so
he could take it from both ends as he got battered by Razel's elephantine
erection.

"Hey, dude," Silas said to Deon, giving him a wink. "Want to try something
fun?"

Before Deon could even answer, Silas and Connor had scooped him up together
in their arms and spread his legs wide there in the forest. With his puck
nicely exposed, they passed his ass around, all of them taking turns
sticking their swinging dicks up where the sun don't shine, first Tony then
Razel, Nahkter, Connor, and Silas. By this point, everybody was nicely
fucked out and none of them could think of a way to top what they'd done so
far.

"Triple penetration?" suggested Connor.

"Honestly? Too complicated," answered Silas.

"Bukakke party?" offered Deon.

"Then only one of us gets all the fun," said Razel.

"Rim train?" asked Nahkter.

"I think that's closer," replied Tony, releasing a hearty laugh.

"Fuck yeah," said Silas. "Let's do a nice group train. Who wants to be the
caboose?"

"Wait, is that the person in front or in back?" asked Connor.

But it didn't really matter because the next thing that happened was that
Connor's magnificent ass got entered by Silas' fantastic dick while Nahkter
plunged his superlative boner into Silas' open hole. Deon lined up behind
Nahkter and pegged him right in the keister, and then Tony moved in to
shove his raging erection directly into Nahkter's fine rear. Finally, Razel
got himself into position and thrust his pharaonic pecker straight up into
Tony's guts. With hands running over brawny bodies and the smell of cum and
BO permeating their senses, they all looked back and forth at one another.

"Ready boys?" cried Nahkter. "Choo-choo! Let's get this fuck train going!"

And so the six-some (or is it sex-gy?) threw itself into super high gear,
every single of them using their entire strength to plow backwards and
forwards, getting their assholes reamed out by the major dong behind them
while feeling the snug chute before them squeezing their own ardent
member. Tony got lost in the haze of fucking, unable to tell where he ended
and anyone else began. In order to keep things in motion, dudes kept
jumping off the front of their train and heading to the back, a heady
rotation to ensure that everybody got plowed. Guys were unable to keep
themselves from cumming, spraying large loads of jism into their friend's
b-holes. But the carnal forces were too high and everybody remained hard,
even after an orgasm, even after two or three orgasms. Tony himself lost
track of how many times he'd shot his wad. His hole was so wet with spunk
that it just kept coursing out his ass, running down his hairy cheeks, and
mingling with the cool river in which they all stood. If somebody had been
shooting a porn, it would have been beautiful.

As the sun started setting and the drugs began wearing off, all six boys
lay on the shore, trying to coax another climax or two out of their
dongs. Razel was the only one left with much vigor, his humongous cock just
unable to quit, and he traveled from ass to ass, depositing another heaping
of sperm every so often. Tony watched him work with a smile plastered to
his face, as he curled up and cuddled with Connor and Silas and told them
how much he appreciated that they'd dropped by.

"For sure, bro," said Silas. "The pleasure has definitely been all ours."

"We'll have to all hook up again sometime when we're back at school," said
Connor.

"Just one more thing, though," said Silas.

Tony looked surprised.

"Yeah, we've got a final present for you," said Connor, winking at his
friend.

They both stood and kneeled over Tony's face, bashing their somehow
still-hard uncut dongs against him. Each of them tugged a few times at
their foreskins and edged out one last helping of nut, painting Tony's
cheeks and tongue with their last offering of the day.

"Dang, buds," said Tony. "That was fucking fantastic. You guys should sleep
here so that we can wake up tomorrow and laze around together so more."

* * * *

I always love an orgy but man if it doesn't get complex trying to keep
track of everybody. Hope this managed to satisfy somebody else's craving as
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