Naked Gymnast Weekend - Pt. 04

"Naked Gymnast Weekend" - Part Four

I heard splashing and sexy taunts, deciding to play host and open a new set of beers, my cock flopping as I used a cloth to wipe all the cum I could find off everything. And trust me, there was a lot. Standing back up, I looked down at my dazed, dripping dickhead, not fully believing what had just happened--that only a few minutes ago, I was pumping my meat while watching the Coach suck Mark Wynn off!

My Catholic parents' rustic cabin by the lake just held six naked gymnasts brandishing huge hardons at each other, including our hairy-chested, cock-proud Coach. And now they were whooping it up in our hot tub, still naked and even more turned-on.

"Get out here, Jensen!" Coach Dan yelled.

"Yeah! Show us your stud body, man," Mark Wynn crowed.

I couldn't quite clutch the six bottles, so put them on a tray. And far from quelling my horniness, the fact that I'd just blown a huge load only seemed to make my cock more alive than ever. It began seriously chubbing from their sexy catcalls alone.

"All RIGHT!" Mark cheered. "More beer!"

They were all sitting on the tub's edge--feet kicking in the water--legs spread open, cocks spearing out at me, watching mine dance around half-full as I maneuvered my way around to the stairs lifting the tray.

Tommy had his arm flung over Coach's husky thigh, hand toying with the muscleman's fat furry balls, and, like Mark Wynn, no longer as shy. And the blue-green glow and steam made their up-thrusting cocks look gigantic and mysterious--like they were rising from the mist.

I sauntered down the steps and waded down into the tub, giving them a lewd display of my Danish cock and balls.

"Thanks," Chico smiled sexily, taking a bottle from the tray, spreading his manly thighs further to treat me to a one man show of his disproportionately-large tool.

"No problem," I grinned back, thrilling over it and his brown, hairy pecs and beautifully muscled body. Everything he had turned me on--especially his huge, plantain-sized rod and fat balls.

Mark Wynn's forearm-thick, meaty, blunt-nosed, blond-bushed crowbar thudded out at me like a dare. Now rightfully proud--the initiation in the cabin had brought back a brand-new self-confidence. "Have a feel if you want," he said, spreading his fleecy thighs.

I instead took an ice-cold beer and devilishly touched his thin-skinned ballbag. "Jesus!" he shuddered, the skin puckering-up.

"You know, you've changed," I confided quietly, handing him his bottle.

"Oh?" he looked momentarily wary.

"I like THIS Mark Wynn way, way better, man," I winked at him and thudded my big, hard cock against his submerged calf.

"Wow," he smiled. "You're real big down there!"

I reached between his blond-furred thighs and gave his thick, rigid badboy a squeeze. It was amazingly thick around and pulsed hotly in my grip. "Mine's not as fat and tough as THIS beauty!" I admired, before moving on.

"--you going to feel me up, too?" Tommy asked, his pug-nosed face flushed and shy. I looked at the brown-puffy hair pillowing at the base of his super-hard cock. I wanted to tie a big bow around his brand-new teen trophy of manhood. Perfectly shaped, the ivory shaft gleamed in the light, the satiny head ripe and rosy. Two egg-sized, fuzz-covered balls hugged the base protectively.

Raising the tray, I leaned-in and planted a sweet kiss on the open-mouthed crown. It felt hot against my lips. "Ooooh," Tommy breathed-out, feeling it throb in response. "You're real good to me, Jordan!" he whispered.

"You're no kid, Tom," I said, handing over his beer. "That's a man's stud cock you've got there—plus, we're only a few years your senior, you know."

"You--you turn me on, Jordie," Tommy blushed hotly. "You turn me on a LOT! Thanks for kissing my DICK!" he whispered.

"You want to kiss mine later on?" I whispered back, oblivious to everyone else, drinking in his deep blue eyes.

"Yeah!" he squeezed his thighs at the invitation. "You'd let me?"

I rode my wet hardon up his calf. "You can do whatever you want with it," I winked. "You're a sexy dude, Tom."

Our gaze lingered until the Coach spread his thunder-thick thighs for me, showing off all he had going. "Great party," he said in his deep, low voice when I moved before him.

"Jesus," I murmured, eye level with what had to be the biggest, fattest, tallest, vein-roped cock ever. The head glowed and preened under my gaze, the big-lipped crown so flanged, it looked carved. This only made the perpetually aroused head all the more manly--a knob the size of an orange, the hole a gaping 'O' of erotic delights.

Coach Dan made his inner muscles bob the whole, hefty log out at me. Piles of thick black hair wafted around the base, leading my eyes down to his sack of hairy peaches.

"You like 'em? --my fat balls?" watching my eyes shine.

The skin was brown and generous, ropey folds of it hanging like hair-sprinkled drapery from his giant cock, and my awe over them made the Coach push his hips forward till the big sacs tumbled over the edge of the tub. His gigantic balls hung in heavy suspension.

"Jesus, Coach," I repeated, reaching out my palm and coming up under them.

Their hugeness tumbled over the sides, unable to be contained. I then brought my hand up the back of the rich cords, feeling the sexy fold of endless soft skin--and pulled. "Oh yeah," he husked. "You know how to do it, Jensen!"

I pulled again, encircling my fingers around the whole, upper hang, stretching the skin down to cluster those sexy twin goose eggs. I wagged the giant orbs about--marvelling over how hunky they were--and then I yanked them, watching his massive cock lever downwards at me, indignant over being forced to be anything but proud and erect.

I leaned in and rubbed my lips over the satiny, fat head, which stretched in reply and oozed glistening cock honey. "God DAMN, Jensen!" the Coach husked in appreciation, taking the tray away.

Saliva flooded my mouth, and my lips had to expand completely as I tested my mouth's ability to handle a cock that size. And when his thick flange pushed past my lips, I pulled back a little to toy with the resistance and felt it slide against the roof of my mouth.

The whole, peach-sized head flattened my tongue, bulged my cheeks as I tried to take him in. And I felt the muscular rigidity of the underside massage my tongue as the colossal head nudged my tonsils.

Angling my neck, to avoid hitting my teeth, water came to my eyes, my lips aching to try and handle the girth of a cock too huge to be human! Yet still I pushed down, his satiny crown entering my throat.

"Oh, fuck, Jensen!" the Coach hissed. "Fuck!"

I breathed through my nose as I willed my throat to relax--my hands pulling on his huge balls while I snorted and suddenly dove down more to feel his entire billyclub navigate its way and nearly enter my gullet. My gag reflex kicked in bigtime, me willing myself to relax and angle my neck even more to make somehow possible.

Cheers hit the air when my chin brushed his cockbush--when my scalp rode against his abs--when the whole of my straining guts were filled with Coach Dan's Monster Cock!

"Fuck! He DID it!" I heard Tony yell.

Coach Dan groaned--his battering ram expanding my lips even more--and then I bobbed a bit, trying to massage the thing with my throat while calming my gag impulses, oceans of saliva aiding my effort--as the pulsing whopper slid in-and-out against my tongue and aching lips.

"Oh Christ--don't stop, don't stop..." he moaned as I let the head out with a loud, wet 'pop'.

No way it could go on. My hand released his balls, his giant cock thwacking his furry abs--looking steamy and horny as hell--and I swallowed, my eyes glazing as I stared at what I'd just taken inside. "Too much," I croaked, "--too fucking much, Coach!"

I could see the peripheral blur of fisting hands as the four others pumped their cocks, hoping to watch me go back for more. "God, but you've got a hot mouth!" the Coach's eyes smouldered down at me. "I almost shot."

"I'd have drowned," I husked through watering eyes, my throat spasming in the aftermath. Reaching for a beer of my own, I needed its soothing coolness, and thrilled at the wanton scene of yawning thighs, hard cocks and stud balls buried deep in their manly, bushy nests.

The Coach stared at the way my own cock pulsed between my legs, the head wet and oozing. "Come on guys," he called out, "Give me a show! Strut around awhile..."

Everyone cheered--grabbing their beers, me wading out of the tub to join them--and we sauntered about the decking, hardons bobbing and twitching. In the hot tub's sexy glow, my balls swung heavily between as my eyes followed the proud display of muscular, naked gymnasts sporting hugely-hard rods and swinging nuts.

"I'm so HORNY!" Chico laughed, tossing his gigantic cock in knifing-thrusts at the sitting Coach. And we gave one another a passing feel as we marched by each other, revelling in our masculinity, loving the pleasure of touching another naked dude's juicy piece and flopping balls.

Tony stopped me by clamping his fist around both our soaring dicks, trying to trap them together—unable to manage it--his black eyes drilling me as I shuddered to feel his hugeness rubbing mine, our ripe nerve endings threatening to send us over the edge!

And as we came near the Coach, each guy paused to brandish his rod, with Chico actually thumping his leaking cock on the muscleman's head--then tea-bagging his sexy low hangers across Coach's upraised, licking face.

When my turn came, the Coach gave me a biceps flex--ordering me to flop my huge nuts all over his mountainous muscle--and I moaned to feel my soft balls roll across that hot mountain of power, when suddenly he reached his forearm up between my spread thighs and fingered my virgin hole while licking my big Danish throbber.

My legs turned to jello at his touch--rivers of syrup pouring down my shaft onto his lapping tongue—and I shuddered from the thrills, having to back away, afraid I'd shoot!

"You're so hot, Jensen," the Coach muttered, staring at my juicing whopper. "--so fuckin' HOT...."

The compliment only enflamed my turned-on state, making my balls swollen with cum, and it was all I could do to let someone else share the Coach's attentions. Hell, it was all I could do to not just whack-off at the pornographic pageant of all those parading, bush-haloed, thumping, thwacking, twitching bonerized cocks fanning my lust.

I wantonly ogled Tommy's shy approach to the sitting Coach, his teen cock so erect it looked ready to cum hands free. And I watched the Coach's sensitivity--at how he talked gently up at the proud teen, then only gave Tommy's sweet dick a sexy squeeze, leaving the boy fevered and blushing.

"This is so WILD!" Chico crowed, swilling beer, flaunting his giant, drooling chorizo.

Tommy laughed and mimicked him, watching their erotic weapons clash--engaging in ferocious swordplay--moaning and grunting over the sexy sensations rifling up their tight-skinned shafts.

It made me all the more horny, watching their jousting fucksticks; and then I turned to watch Mark Wynn get into gear.

He stood before the sitting Coach, showing off his stud cock totem, offering it with slack-jawed lust, while tossing his balls around to see what the virile Coach would do.

He simply opened his handsome mouth and slobbered the huge head all up, as Mark's beefy tits suddenly bloomed in heat, the nipples swelling into spears, an animalistic groan escaping his lips. So shaken by the Coach's uninhibited cocksucking, Mark looked ready to blow, and backed away just in time.

Tony then sat down beside the Coach—rubbing shoulders and biceps with him--the pair of studs spreading their thighs to show off their superhard cocks. And Tony looked at everything the Coach had, while licking his lips and practically drooling.

I motioned to Mark to come with me down into the tub.

"Let's watch!" I whispered.

Mark poked his over-sized porker into my asscrack as we waded though the bubbling water, me laughing at how he'd changed, so relaxed and cock proud.

Tony and the Coach spread their thunder thighs wider as we approached. "C'mere," Tony said to Mark. "Show me that fat, hard dick of yours...."

Mark moved-in closer--letting Tony's knees connect with his chest--leaving me standing below the Coach, my eyes in line with his knockout, hairy pecs.

"Come back for more, Jensen?" he asked, swigging his beer.

"You know it, Coach," I said, fixing my eyes on his, trying not to flinch.

"You're the only one not afraid of my badboy dong," he said with slitted, bedroom eyes.

"You got that right," I said back, determined not to be cowed but keep his stare.

It was stupid to even try. The Coach wasn't just a big man! I mean, hell...Tony was big--Mark Wynn was big. Coach Dan was massive—with the cock and balls to match--and throw in the fact that his mountainous chest was covered in sexy fur--that his stallion thighs were equally hairy--that his arms, even relaxed, could easily crush my skull, and that he towered a full six-foot-two, with enormous shoulders...well, no one I'd ever laid eyes on could claim to have been his equal, let alone me.

Yet still I held his gaze.

"You sexy son-of-a-bitch," he growled, "Look how hard you make me!"

The pulsing thing shot up from his black-curled nest like a mast--flexing and teasing me--the head a glossy, mauve-toned helmet—deeply flanged and snorting pre-cum. The stuff rivered down the thickly-veined shaft to dribble over the furry folds of his endless balls.

"I can't believe I managed to swallow that Monster," I said, smiling weakly, staring at its girth.

He said nothing. He was gazing down at my own formidable tool--dark eyes glittering; and seeing his evident lust, I moved in between his knees, tilting my hips to rub my shiny cockhead into the soft pillow of his hairy bag of balls.

"Goddamn, Jensen," He hissed at me. "You make me nuts, you blond sexy bastard!"

I squeezed my inner thighs to produce a spurt of cockcandy, then smeared it over his lovesacs, my golden bush standing on end in soft-but-kinky, electrified response. Thrills raced up my shaft, making the whole, rigid thing buck and bounce hotly against his enormous rod.

The Coach groaned, emboldening me--making me reach my hand up to then pinch one of his thick, studly nipples—the feeling hot and sexy, like a baby hardon, his curly chest hair tickling my knuckles.

Lost in lust, my knees caved-in, putting me solidly between his thighs--our cocks thumping together--my face mashed against his fur-coated pecs. And when his hands clamped around my head, I was in hot man heaven--my hot mouth wantonly suckling his muscular tits--my nose snuffling his meaty, hairy flesh, smelling pure Man, and groaning in joy as his thighs clamped around my waist.

He loosened his grip, and I turned my face to lick slavishly at his enormous bicep, trying in vain to bite the granite-smooth muscle. "Oh, fuck, Jensen," he moaned, "--you're gonna make me blow!"

We eased-off and panted, our eyes once again locking.

Mark and Tony were staring at us in evident lust, wondering what we'd get into next. But feeling overwhelmed by it all, I simply vaulted out of the tub to sit next to the muscular giant--our thighs rubbing, adding heat to our throbbing cocks--the Coach brushing his loaf-sized bicep against my upper arm and shoulder.

On any other man his musculature would look bulky, steroidal, unnatural. But his great height and bone structure distributed his physique so uniformly, with the size of his cock and balls complimenting It all, it resulted in a physique so breathtakingly carnal, so lewd, that there couldn't be a man on the planet who wouldn't be caught staring at such a classic specimen when naked in a locker room shower.

Just then Chico and Tommy came down into the tub, stiff rods twitching, holding hands.

"Awww, sweet!" Mark said, "They're gonna show off for us!"

Tommy's face turned red at Mark's words. "I-I don't know what I'm doing--we just feel left out of everything..."

"Yeah," Chico said. "And we were getting cold."

"You don't look very cold to me," Tony smirked.

"You like Chico's big cock, Tommy?" Coach Dan asked him.

"Of course!" Tommy beamed. "It's HUGE!"

"You don't mind if Tommy touches it, do you, Chico?"

Chico grinned, his teeth sparkling white. "You can do whatever the fuck you want with my dick, Tommy!"

"Really?" Tommy whispered. "Yeah?"

Chico took Tommy's hand and put it under his mocha-toned, hair-sprinkled balls. "Go ahead--play around," he said. "...do whatever you want!"

Tommy blushed hotly, his hand experimentally fingering Chico's draping, heavy lovesacs.

Tony, Mark, the Coach and I watched his virginal groping with eager eyes, the boy looking thrilled, his young body trembling as he and Chico stood thigh-deep in the swirling water. They swivelled their hips to thwack cocks, laughing with pleasure, then reached down to squeeze the pair together.

"Aren't you guys cold?" Chico asked up at us.

"Yeah," Tommy said, "Why don't we all have some fun?"

That's all it took. Soon the six of us were in the tub, standing hip-to-hip, hard cocks thrusting in the center.

"I've GOT to cum!" Chico stared at the collection of lusty, drooling dicks. "I've just GOT to!"

"Please," Tommy said to him, "--let me try something first, okay?"

Chico didn't have a chance to answer because suddenly Tommy was crouching in the hot, steamy water, licking at Chico's balls.

"Fuck--look at THAT," Mark groaned.

Tommy then moved over to Mark's crotch and his sweet, pink tongue licked right up Mark's beer-can-of-a-cock, making Mark shudder and thump its hugeness all over Tommy's licking face.

Unable to help ourselves, we all pressed our throbbing cocks over Tommy's crouching, brown-curly head as he swivelled in the water, licking madly at every nerve-studded rod he could reach. His virgin eagerness made him slobber at balls and cocks alike, all of us moaning at his innocent raunchiness.

Not knowing what to do with our hands, we suddenly reached behind and grabbed each other's cheeks while Tommy luxuriated in licking five torched-out cocks.

"Ohmygod," Mark Wynn moaned, "--he's gonna make me....."

"...me, too!" Chico cried out.

"Oh FUCK!" the Coach thundered, as Tommy snuffled right up under and deep against his hairy peaches, reaching his very private, very male taint.

"Shoot it on me!" Tommy begged from below.

And my hand was grabbing the Coach's gigantic cock and fisting like mad--the monstrous thing bucking in my grip--and I gasped to feel someone handling my own throbber. And we all stared in lusty wonder as hands fisted in slick-slapping abandon, Tommy's uplifted face in a lust-crazed trace.

Balls flew in a blur. Cockhair stood on end. Cockheads expanded in warning--and then knees buckled.

Fountains of ropey jizz sailed into the air, landing everywhere--huge splats hitting tits and heaving abs—while Tommy's astonished face became ribboned with cream, his pink tongue lolling around like the sex-thirsty and cock-and-balls-crazed teen he now was proud to be!

Suddenly he, too, stood up, offering his red-hot poker to Chico, who shuddered out his last orgasm and then grabbed the teen's lancing cock, masturbating furiously.

Tommy whimpered, his blue eyes wide, his flushed face helplessly excited. And I stared at Chico's flying fist and Tommy's glowing cockhead, watching his pink nipples standing in distended lust, his whole body flexed, fists clamped at his sides.

The Coach grabbed Tommy's wrist and drove the teen's hand under his hairy, steamy bag of nuts, and Tommy latched onto the Coach's cum-slickened cock. And that did it, sending him over the brink, Chico's relentless pumping frictioning and triggering him to an ecstatic release—us cheering him on--as Tommy squeezed the Coach's thick meat, hips locked at a rakish tilt as the first jets of teen jizz plowed out his gasping cock.