Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2022 20:40:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Arthur Doyle <sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dumb jock roommates, part 8

"OOOOOHHHHMMMYGODDDDD, YESSSSS, HOLEEEEEY FUCKKKKKKK!"

Silas' eyes rolled to the back of his head as words of absolute rapture
emerged from his lips, stimulated by the comical girth of Alexander the
assistant coach's ridonkulous dong stretching out his snug, hairy asshole
to incredible new dimensions.

"Jesus fucking Christ, dude," Silas moaned as he shivered. "Pound me! Pound
me!"

The beefy redheaded Russian Alexander proceeded to do so, plowing Silas'
beautiful fundament with his monumental implement. Every stunning feature
on Alexei the fuck god's body stood out in perfect relief, his chiseled
chin, his long flowing hair, his prodigious pecs, his barrel chest, his
steel-cut abs, and that fuzzy, hefty, low-hanging nutsac that banged
against Silas' taint as he got taken doggy-style by one of the most
sensational dongs on the planet.

Connor wasn't far away, on his back in the benches of the locker room
getting dicked down by a random hulking stranger, some gym bunny with
heaving biceps and magnificent V-lines leading down to his beer-can horse
cock. The dude grunted and groaned as he plowed the hot jock Connor's cum
box, which had already swallowed many helpings of jizz that day. Aroused
beyond measure, the gym bunny managed to hold out for just a little while
before firing off yet another heaping rocket of cock snot into Connor's
smooth and accommodating antechamber.

The two dumb horny roommates had been in the locker room for hours, mostly
in much the same position as they found themselves now. Neither could
remember just why they'd originally come in (to hit the showers after a
workout sesh?) but they'd almost immediately started fawning over some
breathtaking hunk with a monstrous organ and, of course, one thing led to
another until each had received more hot man cream than either could
remember. Every time a dude would finish in their mouths or asses, some
other curious bro would sidle up and somehow end up springing a gigantic
boner, which would invariably get introduced into somebody's orifice until
the gorgeous lunkheads had spent most of the day participating in a
non-stop sweaty stanky muscle-heavy orgy.

With spunk dripping from his crack and pre-cum dribbling from his hard
uncut dick-end, Connor stood and jacked his whopping banana a few
times. His body told him that he needed to get off again and so he walked
over to Alexander and slipped the sopping wet head of his huge hog into
Alexander's tight rear. The Russian reared up in delight, always loving the
chance to get lucky Pierre'd, especially when it involved two exquisite
exemplar's of male beauty such as Silas and Connor.

"OH YES!" Alexander hooted. "Give me that raw hot cock! Love to feel your
giant dong spreading my cheeks!"

"Hell yeah, Con," shouted Silas from below. "I can feel this dude's massive
shaft twitching as you bang him."

"Unnnfff," said Connor, biting his lip and throwing back his head. "Such a
snug asshole. Feels like I'm gonna bust right away."

"Do it, dude!" urged Silas. "Give this guy a fresh injection of slick nut
sauce, it'll be so hot!"

"For sure, bud," said Connor. "I can feel that ball batter churning up in
my sac right now."

"Please," whimpered Alexander. "I need your cream inside me now."

"Oh shit," said Connor. "I'm so close!"

"Me too!" cried Silas.

"Same!" moaned Alexander.

And so all three of them managed to achieve a simultaneous and formidable
orgasm, their cocks all spasming at the same time as Connor expelled steamy
semen into Alexander's tight compartment while the Russian busted thick
ropes of jissom into Silas' hairy caboose. With his prostate
overstimulated, Silas didn't even have to touch his dick, which fired off a
magnificent bequest of unprocessed nut butter that covered the three
athletes in silky skeet.

"Mmmm..." said Connor, realizing that he was exhausted. "How long have we
been in here, Si? I think I might need to get some food and rehydrate."

"Absolutely, dude," replied Silas. "I don't even know how many times I've
nutted in the last few hours. Probably should clean off and get outside."

"Definitely, man. Let's also smoke another doobie as we head back to the
dorm room. Huh, look at the crazy sex-pile of guys in here. When did this
locker room turn into a 24-hour fuckfest?"

"Not sure, bro. Feels like every time we come in here it ends up like this
lately. Alexei, you want to come hang at our place again tonight?"

The Russian grinned as he felt his cock inflate a bit from the knowledge
that they'd all be banging again before long.

* * * *

Some time later, as Alexander and the beefy German RA Rolf (who had
obviously joined in on the fun) slept cuddling together in Silas' bed, the
roommates laughed and played video games, both of them naked and smoking
fat stogies, as was pretty much the norm in their dorm.

"Dude, get off my ass!" Connor giggled as Silas' Mario Kart character shot
him with a red shell.

Both boys turned their heads as a mysterious envelope was slipped under
their door.

"Huh," said Silas. "Wonder what that is."

"Read it, read it!" cried Connor excitedly.

Silas opened the envelope and took out a black-bordered letter. "You are
hereby invited to the Athlete's Ball, a spectacular night of mischief and
celebration of the male form."

"What the hell is that?" Connor asked, screwing up his adorable face into a
puzzled expression.

Silas laughed. "Oh man, I can't believe we're getting this."

"What do you mean, dude?"

"Well, I thought this might just be a rumor but the other day I was hanging
out with this fine-ass jock with a huge rod and incredible hairy pecs and,
like, one thing led to another and we somehow both ended up sticking our
gigantic cocks down each other's throats and splooging in each other's
tight holes. Afterwards, he was mentioning that he got a mysterious letter
inviting him to a secret underground party called the Athlete's Ball."

"Did he say anything about it?"

"No, he had no idea what it was either. He thought it might be a prank, but
here we are getting an invite as well."

"Crazy! Who do you think set this all up?"

But Silas was now reading more from the letter. "Check it out, bro, there's
going to be a jockstrap appreciation contest and a pit sniffing
tournament. I have no idea what a member measuring competition is, but it
all sounds so fun!"

"Dude," said Connor. "I'm getting chubbed up just thinking about it."

"Unnff, same bud. My hormones are starting to rage."

"Mine too, babe. Think we should make out and edge and fuck for a while?"

"Absolutely!"

And so Silas and Connor proceeded to do so, all the while images of elite
athletes with long dongs and voluptuous rear ends played in their heads.

* * * *

The day of the Ball arrived and the two dumb horny roommates followed the
instructions on their invite, heading out into the woods near campus and
down a trail neither of them had ever seen before. Beneath a grove of
enormous oak trees, they came to an old abandoned gymnasium, one built in a
prior generation but since replaced by the campus' newer facilities. The
old gym had been given over to time and the elements and definitely looked
a bit worse for wear but the hot jocks could see that somebody had at least
been taking some care of it because the lights were on and there was steam
emerging from a chimney in the roof. A steady stream of gorgeous dudes in
all shape and manner were similarly emerging from the trees, shocked looks
on their faces as they headed into the building.

"What do you think this place is?" Connor asked, staring at a hulking
adonis with ox-like shoulders and dreadlocks running down his back.

"No idea, bro," replied Silas. "But these guys are all so in shape. Look at
the guns on that dude! And that other guy's package is bouncing up and down
in such a fine way. I can feel some major precum beading up on my dick
tip."

"Me too, Si. Looks like at least we came to the right place."

Once inside, Connor and Silas were confronted with an enormous soaring
athletic playground packed to the gills with lusty, hunky men filled with
hormones and spunk, every single one of which was just as confused as
them. It seemed that invites had gone out all over town, slipped under
doors and placed carefully in mailboxes, each fine specimen of pure
masculinity chosen for their physical assets, along with their absolute
naivety when it came to intellectual matters. All over the old gym, guys
were eying each other, wondering what they were doing here, but feeling a
strange lust building in their loins as they wandered around, slowly taking
off layers of clothing and, in the overstuffed space, accidentally bumping
into one another again and again.

"Oh, sorry!" said a magnificent stud with a bushy mustache and amazing
muscles bulging out of his tight shirt, who nearly smashed right into
Connor.

"No worries, bro," Connor replied, his tongue out, his eyes agog.

"Whoops! Didn't see you there," said another delightful hunk with calves
for days and glutes barely packed into a pair of extremely tiny shorts, who
dinged past Silas.

"All good, man!" Silas called back, wishing he could have run his hands
over the guy's body.

For you see, every single person in the gym that day was much like Connor
and Silas themselves; brawny, randy, powerfully built, majorly hung, and
just about the dumbest lunkhead imaginable. It was a veritable wonderland
of hardy horny himbos as far as the eye could see, all packed together and
enjoying some strange activities.

There was, of course, an area with exercise equipment, where studs were
working out, doing push-ups, bench presses, lifting weights, etc, all
stripping down into less and less gear as they got sweatier. In another
corner, dudes were wrestling in extremely revealing singlets, which cupped
their salacious asses and left nothing to the imagination when it came to
outlining their stiffening dongs. Silas spotted a steaming doorway where
men were pouring in and out of what appeared to be a sauna, all with little
white towels wrapped around their waists or, in some cases, entirely nude.

"What do ya think these people are watching?" Connor asked, as the
roommates and lovers came up to a crowd.

In an open space in the center of the crowd was the member measuring
contest that had confused Silas. It turned out that one extremely handsome
and aroused judge had been given measuring tape and asked to gauge the
length and thickness of as many participants as were willing to show their
junk to the audience.

"Incredible!" called out the judge, who was grasping another man's enormous
uncut hog, steel hard and dripping a copious stream of delectable
precum. "This one's ten and a half inches!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, none of them quite knowing why but all of them
grabbing and squeezing their own large pieces, which were tenting up their
shorts and sweatpants.

"My god!" said the judge, on his knees in front of another mind-boggling
specimen. "Eleven and three quarters inches!"

The next few studs were, respectively, nine and a half inches, eleven
inches, eight unusually thick inches, and twelve and a quarter inches from
the base of their enormous rods to the flaring ends of their sopping wet
and foreskin-covered cock-heads.

"Ulllpp!" said the judge one more
time. "Ulpp... fourteen... ulppp... fourteen and a half inches!"

This was of course in response to the fact that, unable to contain his
lust, the judge had forcibly shoved that insane pocket monster down his own
throat and was sucking on it for all his life's worth. The other
participants of this dick-measuring contest were starting to crowd around
the happy judge, waiting for their turn past his lips.

"Man, Con," said Silas, watching the spectacle before him. "I'm starting to
get a little hot under the collar." He pulled off his shirt, revealing his
husky, hairy body and sniffed his armpits, which were smelling quite ripe
already.

But Connor had turned his attention away. "What do you think's going on
over there, dude?"

He pointed in the direction of another crowd, where guys were hooting and
hollering about something. As the dumb horny roommates headed over, they
kept crashing into fine-looking men with their faces fixed in bewildered
expressions.

"Oh crap," said Silas as he smashed into a colossal wall of chest hair. "So
sorry, man. Didn't mean to grab your enormous junk like that through your
sweatpants."

"All good, bro," said the smiling stranger, who took the opportunity to
kiss Silas on his handsome face.

"My bad, bud!" said Connor as the protruding circus tent of his shorts
bashed against a rando's magnificent ass. "This thing has a mind of its
own."

"No worries, friend," said the elegant hunk. "I'm sporting some major wood
myself. Wanna sword fight? Ha!"

And they did, slapping their significant erections against one another,
which were barely being held back by the thin fabric of their clothes.

"Hey, Con!" Silas called. "I think I see what's happening. Looks like the
jockstrap appreciation competition."

In the center of this second crowd, an insanely alluring pair of judges
(twins by the look of them) were going around inspecting strapping studs
who were standing around in nothing but a jock. One twin, who was
completely naked and had a stupendous erection sticking straight out of an
incredibly bushy crotch, was tugging on the elastic waistband of a muscular
beefcake whose cheeks were out of this world. Somehow, the twin fell
forward, his tongue landing directly in the deep crack of that sensational
ass and slurping against the delectable hole within. The crowd erupted in
cheers when this happened, though again none of them knew exactly by what
criterion these judges were supposed to appraise the jockstraps before
them.

"Do you think anyone can enter the contest?" Connor asked, shucking off his
shorts to reveal a bright white mesh jock doing its best to contain his
gargantuan boner and swollen balls, and revealing his luscious butt for all
to see.

"Holy crap, man," said the other twin judge (the one not currently going to
town on an astonishing rear). "You're, like, so hot. Can I feel your bod,
bro?"

Connor flexed his chest, making his pecs bounce in a ravishing way. "Go for
it, homie!"

But the next thing anyone knew, the twin had slipped forward, reaching for
Connor's jock as a way to cushion his fall and somehow managing to slip it
right off. Connor's astronomical organ came popping out and slapped the
twin across his face several times before getting buried down to the balls
in the twin's throat.

"Mrrfle," said the twin, sucking that dripping uncut cock for all it was
worth.

"Oh my god, Connor," said Silas. "This is so embarrassing. You're ruining
the competition."

Instead of helping the twin up, though, Silas stepped forward and pulled
off his own shorts. He was going commando today and so his mammoth member
sprang out and walloped the twin some more, painting his cheeks with
mouth-watering splatters of unprocessed dick sauce. The twin wasted no time
in cramming Silas's huge offering into his maw and then, on his knees
before the roommates, moved back and forth, blowing their superlative
sausages with reckless abandon.

"Unnnfffff," said Silas. "Fuck that tongue is so good, swirling around my
thick shaft and giving love to my massive nuts."

"Mmmmm, I know what you mean," purred Connor, holding the back of the
twin's head. "Watch this. I bet this guy's throat goating is good enough
for me to really slam my huge hard hog into his tonsils."

And he proceeded to do so, burying his crazy piece to the base again and
again and banging his colossal dangling ballsac against the twin's
delighted face.

"Oh my god!" cried a voice. "It's Silas and Connor!"

A chorus of cheers followed, and a group of perfectly tanned and stacked
dudes ran up to the two roommates, still en flagrante blowjob.

"I'm so sorry to fanboy," said the first voice, which belonged to a
stunning hunk with an ecstatic look on his face. "But we've just heard so
much about you."

"Oh yeah?" said Silas, enjoying the experience of casually chatting with
some gorgeous stud while another polished his knob.

"My name's James and I'm part of the swim team. That's these guys right
behind me." A bevy of magnificent speedo-clad jocks waved hello. "Our star
player, Cornelius, ran into you guys the other day. He said there'd be no
mistaking it if we ever saw you ourselves."

"Ummph... ummph... What does that mean?" asked Connor, holding the twin's
ears and mercilessly railing his face.

"I wasn't sure what he meant either, to be honest. But he said one of you
was hairy and the other was smoother but that you both had this... I don't
know.... presence."

The twin had moved on to a nearby bigger cock, and so Silas and Connor
stood hip to hip, their arms flung over each other's shoulders, each
jacking their roommate's luscious foreskin over a dripping wet dick-end.

"What do you mean, presence?" Silas asked.

"Just that I'd... be overcome with lust... and feel a sudden need to reach
for your incredible dongs."

"Well, we're friendly," said Connor. "Go for it, broski!"

But, of course, James just fell forward and let Connor's magnificent baton
sail straight past his awaiting lips, which came to rest at the hairiest
and stankiest part of Connor's crotch. Silas, meanwhile, found himself in
the arms of several other swim team members, who were all pulling off their
tight, tiny speedos, revealing their significant members. One began to eat
Silas' fuzzy butt out while the others slipped their pre-cum sodden cocks
down Silas' accommodating throat. Pretty soon, hot, hefty dicks were
pumping out of him on both ends, glorious uncut gonzo prizes that pummeled
his ecstatic mouth while girthy cream-filled cannons battered his
backside. Things had accelerated quickly for Connor as well, and he now
found himself in the middle of a seven-man fuck train, a heady succession
of sexy, sweaty studs who were drilling and railing and pounding with all
their might.

Although various nodes of dudes had previously started shagging in isolated
parts of the gymnasium, the rising sexual energy at the Ball had hit its
boiling point. A massive orgy broke out basically everywhere as men took
other men every which way possible. Dicks and asses and tongues and holes
met in a blinding profusion of bacchanalian pleasure. Throats were being
stuffed, rears were being bred, and cum was starting to flow in every
direction as far as the eye could see. It was impossible to tell where one
man began and another ended, the entire place a solid wall of muscle-bound
dumb studs doing what they do best: fucking each other like their lives
depended on it.

"Unngggg, unnggg," said Silas, as a magnificent man sundered his asshole
with a magnum member. "Fuck yeah, dude. Give me that dong sauce."

The man screwed up his face and nutted right into Silas' hot hairy butt,
then pulled out his still-steel-hard dripping dick and shoved it into
another accommodating antechamber. Another superlative sterling sausage
sailed into Silas' snug hole as a large calloused hand grabbed his hair and
a first-class hunk began to ride him like a cowboy.

"Mmmnnfff," whimpered Connor as he busted a fresh shot of salty spooge past
some rando's luscious lips. "Jesus, bro, I'm so freaking horny!"

But that was because every guy in the gym had been raised to a primal
state, their needs laser-focused on fucking and getting fucked. With each
additional glob of hormone-laced jissom in his ass and mouth, Connor was
growing more lustful and aroused. The never-ending steamy scenes of hot
man-on-man action were turning Silas on more, and he began to rut every
butt in sight with animalistic fury. Prostates were being stimulated by
salacious banging. Dongs were shooting rope in every orifice they could
find. Though they didn't know exactly why, every lunkhead in the place
could feel the tension rising, their energetic alignments joining together
into a fiery focused mass of pure virile pleasure and steamy, sweaty stank.

"BRO," yelled Silas as he got plowed. "I think I'm gonna..."

"DUDE," cried Connor as a giant hog pistoned in and out of his rear. "I
know what you mean..."

All around them men were throwing their heads back, howling with delight,
hooting and grunting and moaning like hounds, their mouths crammed with
cock, their asses chock-full of dong. Every hunk in the room was on the
same page, quickly ascending to a higher realm of intoxication brought
about by a thousand dicks.

"OH SHIT," shouted Silas, squeezing his eyes.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," screamed Connor, tossing his head back and forth.

"I'm about to..." barked someone nearby.

"Me too!" screeched another stranger.

"Same!"

"OHHHHH MYYYY GODDDDDD!"

And somehow, magically, cosmically, erotically, every single dude in the
room managed to achieve the most powerful and passionate orgasm that any of
them had experienced, all at the same exact moment, a simultaneous
nut-busting of unprecedented degree as massive cocks shot cannonades of
cum, busting salty, silky skeet in such a rich profusion that asses
overflowed with invigorating jizz and throats were jam-packed with creamy,
pearly semen. Muscle-bound hides became covered in velvety ball batter,
faces were painted with milky love juice, and body hair of all variety was
dripping with plentiful, luxuriant dong sauce in an amount that nobody had
ever previously seen or thought possible.

"Wuff!" said Silas, wiping baby gravy off his brow. "That was crazy!'

"Totally, babe," said Connor, leaning in to make out with a nearby guy. "My
dick is still twitching."

Despite the saturnalian climax, a few men were continuing to breed one
another, their brains telling them what they needed, though by and large
most of the dudes needed a little break to relax and recharge.

"Want to go smoke a joint and then maybe see what other fun we can get up
to?" Silas asked.

"Absolutely, lover," said Connor. "But you know, there's still something
bothering me."

"What's that, bud?"

"Well, this was a blast but we never really figured out who orchestrated it
all."

"Oh yeah. Seems kind of weird that somebody knew exactly who to invite."

"Exactly. I wonder if we'll ever find out."

But here is where we'll leave this particular story, with the two hot horny
roommates off to find their weed kits, and an unresolved mystery still
lingering, hopefully to be solved in a future chapter.

* * * *

Cheers, everybody! Probably nearing the end of this silly little tale. Hope
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