Date: Thu, 10 May 2007 05:24:30 -0700 From: posingstrap posingstrap Subject: 'Fullmoonin Fever' This here story's my own and I din't get high marks in enlgish, but I'm gonna write it cuz i gotta get stuff out in the open before i explode--everythings happenin so quick an i'm only 17. It's about my cousin brad who's maybe 19 now and from Austin and gettin wilder by th day. 'what you do for fun these days kid' he asks me when he first arrived. i kicked at the dirt cuz i thought it rude he calls me kid. 'i do the same as always. You was here last year and the year before that, so why do you ask when you alrredy no?' He laughed out loud and opened the buttons at his neck and i could see the divide partin his chest. Brad says he works out in the garage, tho i've never been to Austin. 'i like it when you get mad' he said back. he laughed even more an rubbed his hand all down his shirt, lovin hisself. My aunt Ina brings him cuz she says he's a handfull. he don't have no father or mother cuz of some accident. brad never talks about it, and he gives Ina trouble cuz he's so wild. he's not really my cousin but my sister Lucy tol me he is so--that Ina is really his momma . she got knocked up when she was in high school an she gave brad away until his new folks got killed somehow on a trip, then she decided to let him stay with her. i don't know if its true cuz brad dont talk serious ever. brad shoved me but i knew he would so i braced myself. 'hmmmm, your arms n'shoulders are gettin big, tommy. you workin out some?' 'maybe,' i spit on the ground. 'hell brad you otta no i work so hard round this place--if i don't get big everywhere i'll be surprised. i'm not your size but just wait ok?' he laughed again real hard and then looked me up and down while rub bin his chest. 'why you lookin at me brad? see something you like?' he laughed again and tried to tackle me but I moved out of the way. 'your cute you no that tommy? you could be in the movies like that guy mat damon.' 'i don't no who that is, an it dont matter cause we gotta help samson in the barn now, so stop foolin aroun.' We walks from the porch an the sun is so damn hot i unbutton my shirt too. brads a real city boy but when he gets here he puts on overalls an makes a show of wipin his brow with a big red kerchif an walking witha swagger. He dont no how it makes everyone smile, especially samson. samson is our hired help who lives in the bunkhouse on his own. we used to have maybe five migrants but not now. samson is the only one who stayed and hes maybe my best friend even tho hes like 25 or more. 'you know tommy i was gonna ask you a question cause its full moon tonight.' i stopped walkin an shaded my eyes to look at him closeup. 'we ain't doin what you tol me bout last year' i said to his grinnin face. brad is hansome, no question an everyone says it. he looks like he's half mexican an my sister lucie says his real daddie was. she says theres no guys more dark n'hansome than brad . he laughed his head off this time an shoved me nearly off m'feet. 'shit, tommy, see?--you remembered it, so it must've ment somethin or you wouldnot remember what i tol you!' i kept headin us to the barn. 'all i member is you sayin that a full moons a time you feel all crazy.' 'yeah,' he laughs at me, his dark eyes all twinklin. 'an what else?' 'shit' i said back. his big hand reaches out an pulls me back til we're standin face t'face. i couldnt look him in th eye. i just kicked at the ground. 'if anyone ever saw us we'd get bullwhipped.' my voice dropped an i looked to th'house. 'whooee,' he yelled out makin me more jittery. 'see?' he grabbed me by th'bicep. 'godamn--see what?,' i asked his rinnin puss. he laughed '---you wanna do it but yer jus afraid of bein caught?' 'knowin you we sure would cuz'a your laugh alone brad.' he was starin again inta m'eyes an all over me. 'if you promise to shut your mouth maybe' i said then '-- only cause its hotter n'hell an it would feel cool is all.' i felt so queer havin his dark eyes look right thru me that way, like he was lookin me all over an i mean ALL over. 'but we have'ta go far beyon the barn, brad. we gotta go way the hell....' 'i knew you'd cave in,' he wiped his lips an smiled. his lips are real wide, an his face is so dimpled an cheekboned an his ears so small it makes his lips look like they were made for kissin an thats what lucy said one time. 'he looks like a grownup b oy.' 'hellsbells, luce, thats what he is, dumass' i said back. 'him an me's both'a us still only teens.' 'no one's caving in,ok?' i kept on marchin us to the barn. 'your a guest here an i have'ta meet you halfway poppa tol me. he said your crazier n'a coon but that i'm way too serious an your good for me that way.' i felt his arm come round my neck an his breath hot on my face. 'he's right, an tonite i'm gonna loosen you up, you wait.' I squirmed out of his grip feelin flushed at how big his biceps felt, cause they were full an strong n'warm and it was like how i couldn't catch m breath for awhile. We ate late cause momma had gone out to help over to the church. All thru it brad kept starin at me and then kickin at me under the table like he was ten or eleven instead of near 20. I tried ignorin him til finally when I looked back he licked his lips and then licked off the chocolate sirup from his spoon real slow an then grinned at me somemore like we had some kinda secret tween us. m'eyes kept lookin at how deep that valley is now partin his suntan chest an how even his brown neck is thicker muscled now and his shoulders so wide they brushed pops as they sat together. 'your feelin your oats, huh, you two?' poppa said to me, his green eyes narrow. he was someone brad always lisened to cause my poppa is no-shit built like a weightlifter, hairy chest n all. 'well, at least here you can't get into no trouble, an there's no point goin to town cause your too young an end up doin somethin stupid.' Brad laughed an ran his foot up my leg 'it's full moon tonite uncle luke-- i'm always crazy under a moon.' pop looked at me like he wondered what i was thinking. then he looked back at him 'don't worry, brad, cause mr.serious here will keep you in line.' my momma jes sat an shook her head at brad's wild ways, 'save your fork cause i got pie.' sittin on the porch steps after, it seems like the ground gets a little misty an chilled even tho its still kinda hot out from th day. we watched the sky go from orange to purple to showin the first stars. Some fireflies came out to say hello. 'i don't see no moon,' i spat on the ground. 'maybe you got your dates screwedup, brad.' then I laughed. he kept brushin his full muscle gainst my shoulder, makin little goosbumps break out on my skin. his arm was warm in the evenin chill. he kept openin and closin his thighs, like he couldn't control his energy. 'it'll be up, don you worry yourself, kid. By the way, how old is that samson?' 'i'm not your kid--i'm your cousin and i'm not sure but maybe 26 or so. he's just big and that makes it hard to no.' 'he sure as shit IS big,' brad whiseled. 'i can't even imagine how big his dong is. oh god, i'll bet he has the biggest one on earth--him an yer daddies' 'what you talkin about 'dongs' for jerk?' i looked quick aroun the shadowy porch. 'holy smokes you maniac, momma or luce could be standin at the screen listenin to you.' I got up real quick then an we walked over the dewy grass an that's when we seen the rim of the biggest moon i ever did see just rising up from the fields beyond. 'see there? see there?' he pointed an jumped up an down. 'godamn--just look at that sonofabitchin moon!' he grabbed my shoulders in both hands, grinnin at me. he looked like he was so happy he would plant a big one on me. 'i tol you tommy--din I tell you?' 'it ain't like you frig'in MADE it big, but it sure is big, i'll give you that cousin' i had to laugh at his hansome full wide smilin lips an shinin teeth. 'you win th prize a'right.' 'Come on,'he said,unsnapping the bib of his denims. "No, are you crazy, brad, what's the matter with you?' i looked back at the house which had buttery light floodin out the windows all over th dark grass. 'we're not even pass the front yard!' 'They're just watchin larry king an you know it,' he let his bib fall down to his waist an then undid his shirt. i jes kept on walking, heading for the cowpath and the fields. 'hey, what's up with you' he clomped after me. 'you know they can't see nothin from inside there an don care a hoot even so.' m'thoughts was all mixed an i felt kinda panicked an kept headin for that big moon, finally stopping in the yard in front of the barn. when I finally turned an saw him, no shirt an holding up his trousers, his muscleman pecmounds standin out, those fulltilt-sized tits makin me tremble somethin fearce an i still dont no why. its like his muscletits was so naked an starin back at me, darin me to be naked an show off m'own in th moonlight. 'hey,' he looked an grinned. 'i kin see ya plain as day now--see that?' he pointed at th turkeyplatter moon crestin th weepin willow in the far field. when i looked back at him an gave a crooked smile, his face changed like he was almos in pain. 'holy shit tommy, i'm gettin all horny, swear to god, tommy." his voice was real downlow breathy an intense his eyes dark as coal, runnin up n'down me. 'come on,will ya tommy please' he tried to act normal, but he was starin at me an soundinso growly n'needylike, a deep voice more like a man than th boys we both was. 'i wanna be naked with you an i dont wanna hearin you say no more about it,hear me.' I nodded--only nodded cause no one, specially brad hadnt ever said 'i wanna be naked with you' like that--so breathy forceful an starin right thru me. it was like i suddenly felt all hot n'chilled together an m'hands was shakin so bad i couldn't hardly undo m'clothes. i just kept tremblin an watchin brad let them overalls drop t'the groun, his briefs so white n'hefty under the moonlite it looked like they was tryin hard to hold in a sack'a fruit. th front of them shorts swayed, a big ol'heavy bundle, givin me th'shakes so bad cuz i never laid eyes on anythin so sexual in m'life, cept when i saw poppa once in th shower. i mean hell, we's jes kids an usually our shorts show we got next'tnothin inside em, you know? 'ohmgod, brad,' i shivered, 'i dont no bout this.' he stood there hands on hips, lats flared like a cobra an his perked dark mantits callin at me from each swelled musclemound. 'your shakin only cuz your horny like me--an so what--it ain't our fault!' he pointed an accusing finger at th pieplate moon now well over the willow '--we got th fullmoon fever an it'll make us do an'thin it want to, man! Fuck.' he dropped them briefs an i was suddenly starin at a wedge'a curlyblack cockbush so thick it was a mans bush, an a cock so big its mushroomhead glinted in th moonglo--hell it was th fattest hose of acock with a heavyweight sack'afurry manballs swingin tween his manly mexicanbrown thighs, an m'mouth went wet. 'shit, tommy--you tryin t'tease me now--stop your starin tween m'legs an lemme see yours already.' he stood hips akimbo, fingerin th satin moonreflectin head'a his giant dong, his other han pullin them bellchime balls his nuckles grazin his fleececovered thighs. i had trouble undoin all m'snaps cause truth be told i couldn't tare m'eyes off him one second--shit, i couldn't do nothin but tremble an stare. 'sorry--i'm real nervous--an now i got me a hardon, brad, damn you anyway.' he laughed, but breathy-like, his eyes glitterin an th moon dancin over his muscles, his stomach abs standin out in twin ridges, at least six pair, his bellybutton stretched taut cause he was all muscle ever'where, goddamit i was goin crazy even seein his biceps flex. When i stepped free'a my overalls, m'shorts tented so extreme i thought like they'd rip open, m'cock so crazy for brad it sent bolts'a horniness up m'spine an made me tremble afresh. 'judas priest tommy, tha's gotta be one huge dork on you baby. it's makin mine swell even jes seein it inside them jockeys. take em off tommy, come on--i waited all day for this now an don't tease me no more ok' I tryed kickin aside m'clothes, an m'ironbar cock screamed blue murder, th head so sexhot it felt tortured an i had to pull m'briefs down to my ankles. 'goddammit stand full up now tommy you hung sonofabitch, look--jus look at that fullhard horsecock a'yours!--i knew it, with uncle luke showin' such a crotchful in his jeans you had'ta have one like his. Shit, that's a fatheaded beauty wi bullballs to match it you stud. how big is that helmetheaded fucker, tommy, you teenage stud, shit! your one b ig cockswingin dude an your m'own cousin, naked n'horny like me in this here fullmoonin stripshow under the stars, huh?' I stared back at him, m'mouth open at his stream'a jabberin til we both had to smile, then grin an laugh aloud. we laughed, our cocks bobbin aroun in heat as we tryed to catch our breath. 'shit, brad you sure are fullmoon crzy tonight huh?' i was still tremblin but less so, m'eyes fixed on his barenaked cock as tho i might never again git th chance t'drink in th'site a'all his studhard qipment. he stopped grinnin, his face concentratin once more on m'own uptilted hotrod like he'd never afore seen one even tho he had one even bigger. An even now tha's what confuses th hell outta me cuz here I got what he got an viceversa but i jes wanna see his again an again like i need to always see it an stare at it an be near it. an suddenly i too felt wild like him an full'a beans, wantin t'be nothin but naked w'brad my hardcocked cousin under th'fullest moon we both did ever see. 'holy smokes brad, you ever in your life see cocks like these here? jeezus, yours is so hard it looks near close t'splittin down th'seams an mine feels like a two-by-four tween m'legs.' the moon was so bright it bounced itself off th polished dome'a our hot cockheads. brad always did have this way'a walkin where his dick is pushed forward, an now naked'n bonerized it looked like his cock was th'one in charge'a things. 'shit, i'm so crzy inlove with these t wo cocks i'm goin nuts,' he stared at me, his mouth slack an eyes glazed over. 'what a fuckin beauty that cock a'yersis tommy, shit. look at the flared rimround that big ol mushroom head, it's makin me so ... uhhhhhh.' i looked at him an how he squeezed his eyes an his big thighs t'gether at th same time an how it made his lowswingin nuts kinda plumpup an gather'neath a cock so hard it drooled out candy. 'ohhhhh,' i moaned, my own pride'njoy buckin aroun in th air with a mind'nwill all its own. 'i'm like shakin n'tremblin deep inside m'body seein' all your barenaked muscles an sexed-up huge rockhardon, brad!' i kind'a shuddered then an brad took hold'a my hand, 'c'mon, let's walk apiece cuz if i don't i'm gonna explode or somethin.' an th moon was well above us now, makin th cowpath an grass an fields shimmer all silvery an clear as day. his hand was big'n muscular an his furry thighs brushed gainst m'own. we had t'laugh cuz we was so mezmerized in watchin our fucksticks lunge and jig about that we tripped, makin them two skinrockets nearly snap clean off they was so stiff. 'ooooh, feel that?' brad moaned at me. 'feel them sparks? stop a minute tommy, cuz...' he turned an his stiff cock brushed heads with mine. 'h-holy', i jumped. 'oh brad jesus christ, i need t'touch yours or somethin here, cuz i'm burnin up w'hunger over that fat hard cock now that its so damn closeup. jes let me touch it--feel it, i promise i;ll...' an damn if he didn't jes lean in an crush his big sexylips gainst m'own! hell! it was like lightin a firecracker cuz i cried out an flung m'bicep round his thick neck. i moaned an kissed him all tongue deep down his wet throat while rubbin' hotcock all over his big fucker. holy shit, i din't no what in hell i was doin but he kissed me so deep back i had no breath an his big hands was grabbin m'soccerball asscheeks an rubbin his headwet cock up m'abs an cryin, 'tommy, tommy, i need you tommy an you know it so don't be pullin away--give me your nude body, you littlestud.' his words was like tongues'a fire, stokin my horniness an i moaned so low i didn't no it was me, my hips shovellin cock tween his hairy legs, fuckin anythin a'his I could have. all i knew was i needed my cousin brad like i needed life, an i wanted his whole body rubbin mine til we was nothin but a humpin, kissin' barenaked couple'a horny dudes under the big ol'moon. 'what'chu'awl doin?' A lightnin bolt struck me hearin Samson's deepass voice suddenly cut thru our fevered pantin and humpin, makin me feel guilty n'scared as hell--but brad sure weren't. 'what's it look like fer cripes sake', he clamped down his furry musclethighs, frictionin m'spasmin cock even more. 'Y'all got eyes, don'cha?' an brad couldn't've cared less, jus kept kissin m'neck, drawin big welts'a passion, an it was like Samson disappeared then, cuz we was too far gone t'pay him much mind, an fell back t'ruttin n'groanin. an yeah, it may'a been a full moon n'all but Samson's so dark i thought he'd left, an then suddenly his voice was right in m'ear. 'yeah--i got eyes--an' that's not all i got!' an hell but wasn't he standin right b'side us, th' big ol moon glintin off his muscles--muscles i seen b'fore sometimes but never up close--an he had the body'a some kinda african god. 'cripes a'mighty Samson--y'all got th' fullmoonin fever too, huh?' brad stopped n'stared, his voice full'a wonder n'awe. an the two'a us uncoupled, overhot cocks throbbin at th' sight'a Samson steppin inta th'moon's full glow, biceps bulgin, cuppin his cantalope tits an slidin his hands real slow down his musclegod black physique t'sling a seriously huge dong across both palms. 'holy crow!' brad's eyes opened wide. 'that can't be real Samson, it just can't!' 'oh, it's real--th' most real part'a my body--go on an' feel it, why don'cha.' an hell but din't we both latch ahold'a that meaty firehose a'his, xpandin n'swellin in our grip like some kind'a livin breathin anaconda, an i couldn't help it--thinkin i'd never in m'life git me another chance--an used m'other hand t'run m'fingers thru his nuckle-deep black brillopad cockbush, thrillin over how hunky n'soft n'manly it was. 'lookit that monster get hard, tommy--shit--its gotta be a foot tall, at least a foot tall, our hands don't even fit round this baby,' brad was tryin t'jack it. 'i swear i kin see th'moon reflectin' off this big fat head--see that--its big as a tomato.' 'uhhhhhh--oh yes, yeah just pump it like that, just like that, now mess around with m'big horny balls too.' an hell but i din't need no incouragin that way cuz i don' know why but seein a real mans balls makes m'heart pound so bad i can't look wiout throwin a rod. like that time i tol you when m'pop left th bathroom door open after his shower? an holyjeez he was bendin over t'dry his ankles an his bowlinball cheeks was moonin me an damn wasn't his looseskin jigglin ballbag hangin like ripe kiwis? like th' hunkiest, most private part'a a mans body swayin b'low his winkin asshole right b'fore m'feastin eyes? it left me shakin an..... 'what's yer problem tommy, you can't do somethin with them fat nuts?' an suddenly brad's got hold'a m'ironbar dork n'pullin me inta Samson's crotch til m'pinkheaded cocks nosin inta his ballbag pillow. 'oh mother'a pearl,' i felt his suedeskin hang bouncin 'gainst m'hot helmethead, th wild feelins shootin off sparks an then din't m'eightinch bronco just rear back n'drool candy all over em? 'OHHHhhhhh tha's hot baby--now give em a bath honeychil, lemme feel that pink tongue a'yours.' 'i dare ya', brad was pumpin away, Samson's blackbulgin bag'a sex heavin aroun, an next thing i was down on th'dewy grass, hands wrapped aroun his giant thighs, starin at his floppin jizzmakers til i couldn't stand it no more. an hell, i knew i never'd get m'self a chance like it agin in m'life, liftin m'whole face up gainst those warm floppin peaches, m'flat tongue lollin out. 'goddam!' Samson's rod thwacked his hard belly when brad let go an moved in t'offer up his own jigglin honeynuts till i was snufflin n' snortin two pair'a naked lovesacs. 'kiss m'tits boy!' i pulled back t'catch m'breath jus in time t'see brad moan n'try t'take all'a samson's meaty pec in his spread mouth usin both hands t'squeeze th' fucker deep inside--an Samson bein so much taller--so fuckin huge--brad was on his tiptoes clampin both legs gainst his bigblack thigh. an suddenly i had both rockhard cocks sidebyside an damn but din't i rise up on m'knees an' give em both a tonguebath? 'UHhhhh!' their moans hit th'night sky over me polishin their moonglintin cockdomes. an that moon shone down on them sexycocks--one pink n'young n'juicin candy, n'one like a bigass blackbillyclub. brad loveslobbered Samsons rubberbullet tit mountains an i grabbed handsful'a barenaked balls n'laved em all up, pushin my nose inta all that soft drapin skin--two bulgin bags'a allmale fruit, their throbbin cocks droolin lovejuices down their salami shafts. m'own badboy was buckin in heat tween m'legs, threatenin t'go off all by itself when Samson suddenly took a few steps back. 'who's got th' biggest?' 'biggest?' brad looked down at me, then at his thrustin proud porker. 'brad does--no question' i stood up, feelin mine slap m'abs an preen like it was in some kind'a beauty pagaent for cocks. 'i don't know bout that,' Samson fingered his giant, purplemushroom knob, starin at m'eightincher in th moonlight. then brad turned t'me, tiltin his boner up gainst mine, hips pushed forward. 'measure em, why don'cha?' he was grinnin at me. 'lie down on yer back' Samson ordered me. 'jeezums, what'cha'll gonna do?' brad watched me hit the ground, my dork throbbin juice inta m'bellybutton. 'Get fucked,' Samson moved toward me, his giant cock swayin like a third arm. 'hey!' brad put his hands on his hips. 'there's no need for swearin, cuz we's jus boys--we's jus tryin t'unnerstand what....' 'I'M gonna get fucked,' Samson chuckled deep n'full an then straddled me, feet toward m'head, then crouchin lower, his studballs swingin. '--now aim that baby up t'th'sky an hold on tight.' 'what th' hell?' brad came round b'hind him. 'y'all crazy, Samson?' An i jus din't have time t'ask questions cuz all i saw was Samson's bigblack bowlinball cheeks spreadin, his ten-inch whopper bouncin tween them parted thighs an..... 'UHHhhmmmphhhh!' brad jumped back. electric shocks litup m'cock. 'holy shit, tommy--he's sittin on yer dick! it's slidin inside!' 'shhiiiiittt, tha's a big'un!' Samson's eyes were like saucers. an a million little lips were nibblin down m'shaft, swallowin m'sexstiff rod, makin me so jumpy m'hips jus bolted upward, n'locked. 'UHHHHGHHH!' i felt suctionin heat suckin me inside, m'teenboy boner burrowin inta places i din't know was possible t'probe--like slidin inta a hotsilky glove--like some kinda hornycock heaven. a rush'a feelin--a warmin glow flooded m'body, makin me grin ear-t-ear. 'tha's some cock you got.' Samson grunted n'rose a little, m'dick feelin th night air hit it. then he sat back down, an after about a minute he too was grinnin ear-t-ear. an brad was b'side us, legs spread, knees bent n'playin wi his equipment. 'it don hurt?' 'hurts good! real good!' he started bouncin, smilin away, his stiff nightstick slappin his abs, bullballs thuddin m'belly. 'Oooooh man!' no more little lips nibblin m'shaft!--this was like a cock tunnel-a-love--like someone'd shoved m'ovenhot joystick in a milkin machine! 'C'mere boy--kneel down n'loveup m'dick n'stuff.' 'how i'm sposed t'do that?' brad stood with his feet planted on each side'a m'shoulders, watchin Samson rise n'fall on my cock. 'squat down,' Samson grabbed his waist an--keepin his rhythm goin--pushed brad inta a crouch. woah. suddenly there was two moons that night--one in the sky, n'brad's spread ass over m'face! i smelled ivory soap n'johnson's babypowder, then felt brad's velvetbagged nuts floppin over m'chin. 'goddam, tommy! look at this!' 'i can't!' i felt m'breath wash cross his split cheeks, m'lips brushin his tiny hole. 'he's bouncin so much all i have t'do is hold on! he's jackin' hisself!' i pictured brad's hands wrapped round Samson's tenincher, feelin th slip-slidin skin gainst th throbbin shaft--but i din't need no pictures--i had Samson's black muscleass fuckin m'pink juicin cock, an brad's winkin ass right over m'mouth. 'why not?' i thought to m'self jus before lickin it a little. 'Oooh!' brad wiggled his sweet butt and i commenced lappin it, spearin it--hell, lavin that teenypink slice all up, suddenly wishin i'd been born wi two dicks!' a thousand little peepers n'crickets joined our gruntin n'moans, th moon risin higher as Samson's amazin butt milked m'blissed-out cock. an i fought m'hands up under brad's crouchin thighs n'dove down t'feel Samson's stretchedout asshole fuckin m'loverocket. jus then brad lost balance, fallin back on his knees, m'head tween his thighs, his balls floppin over m'face. m'tongue shot out, lickin them soft jewels, an he rose up jus high enuff t'dangle em cross m'wet, slobberin lips. 'oh yeah, tommy--you know how!' he started jackin hisself like mad, wi me lovetbitin his heavin lovesacs when Samson started bouncin aroun like a madman. 'take m'dick! i'm gonna blow!' an i quickly found his absmackin lovejuicin whopper, but could only grasp th bottomhalf--an tha's when brad took hold'a th'rest, an Samson moaned n'flew upndown m'oversexed cock. an brad sure was right cuz we din't have t'jack Samson at'all cuz his bouncin was doin it for us--we jus had t'hang on as it milked itself an began flexin'n juicin. brad was jackin hisself wi his free hand an i started seein colored dots cuz hell, samson's asshole was frictionin m'rod somethin fearce an' brad's ballbag was smackin m'face, an things was gettin outta control. i mean hell, up t'then i could handle all them wild feelin's but th' buildup was reachin a point where m'hips kept bouncin up when his ass was comin down. 'UHHHHHHH! O Jeezus!' brad's thunderthighs was tremblin gainst m'head, his balls bruizin m'tonge, n Samson's cock was swellin n'juicin so much it made slipslappin sounds, an then suddenly Samson's assmuscles jus plain clenched round m'tremblin boyboner an i felt somethin cave-in deep inside, an i started gruntin n'knifin m'hips up deep in horny bursts. 'Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH!' it wasn't even m'own voice, or so i thought, but m'balls bunchedup n' m'bigteencock jus let it all go, hosin Samson's guts, m'hips lockin as i shook n'spewed m'jizz washin out his hole n'dribblin' all over m'ballsn'thighs. 'fuck! I'm cummin too!' i felt Samson's lovemuscle flex t'twice its size, n'pulled m'head up onto brad's thighs t'see the whole beefy thing crowbarin in our jackin hands, the purplehead flared n'snortin til Samson gave a low gruntin growl. he batted our smallish hands away an took control, risin up on his knees over me--m'droolin cock poppin free a'his hole--an flogged that bigblack manmeat like no tomorrow. his moon-reflectin pecs jogged n'flexed, th nipples like bloatedbullets, his biceps th size'a footballs, as he twofisted his kingkong cock, his avacadoballs sloggin up-n-down. an i still don know what made me, but in th heat'a th'moment, i thrust tween his spread cheeks n'shoved m'thumb right up his drippin hole. 'FUCKKKKK!' his mouth went slack, his musclebody flexin, th head'a his giantcock flarin n'tremblin an his ass was eatin m'thumb an his thighs was cordedup, an he howled at th moon as his jizzcannon fired stripes a'hotcream cross m'neck n'tits. they splatted n'shot, his boilin balls churnin out even more. jus then brad roseup on his haunches over m'face, his lovesacs a'jumblin blur, fistin like mad, his mouth grimmacin in hornyd'light. 'thar she blows!' his flarin rod rearedback in his flyin fist, the peehole a gapin mouth, an man, i had only enuff time to reach up n'squeeze inta that spot-a-spots jus under his floppin nuts. 'UHHHHHHUuunggg!' ropes'a spermy jizz gushed inta m'openmouth, m'eyes feastin' on his worshipful eyes as he jumped n'danced that tango'a'love, his hips thrustin, his hand aimin his snortin helmethead down at m'lollin tongue. 'tommy! oh! oh, tommy!' he shuddered n'spewed, n'caught a breath, then seized again, me swallowin an waitin for th'next. the crickets n'peepers took awhile t'take back th night after all our howlin n'jizzmakin--hell, after all our shudderin stopped, we collapsed, feelin up spentcocks n'slippery balls, kissin n'makin out. An that big ol moon kept on shinin--lightin our way t'th' swimminhole that night--cocks swingin, balls slappin--an all'a us laughin n'full'a th' fullmoonin fever. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ comments welcome posingstraper@hotmail.com