Naked Gymnast Weekend - Pt. 04

Tommy convulsively shuddered--Chico syphoning-up countless ropes of cum--sperm spattering the Coach's hairy tits while we stared in awe of Tommy's endless, shuddering climax--watching it in awe go on and on and on.

"Oh! Oh, God!" he whimpered, seizing-up to watch his cock rear up and hurl yet another volley.

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I eventually went in to bring out towels--and when everyone had soaked awhile, we all dried-off and made our way back into the living room, sitting around with a fresh round of beers, leaving the hot tub's filtration system to deal with all the floating jizz.

"Holy crow, Tommy," Chico said, raising his bottle. "Here's to you, man--that was amazing! What a show!"

Tommy looked down between his legs at his softened dick. "You guys really turn me on," he said, voice soft. "Just sitting here like this is getting me horny all over again!"

Beside him the Coach smiled, spread his hairy thighs and rubbed his unshaven jaw. And Chico looked down at Coach Dan's thick hoser, making love to his giant, hairy balls. "You've got the biggest cockhead I've ever seen, Coach; Jesus..."

"Don't you love how every guy's dong is different?" Tony said, surveying our fat, soft dicks.

"You've got a super one," Mark said to him. "Everyone loves your cock, man!"

I looked at the Coach, who was staring between my spread thighs. "Oh, man," I said. "--look at all these hot bodies! It's like our very own nudist colony!"

"I know," Tommy breathed. "I can't believe I can look at you naked studs all I want!"

None of us were throwing rods after having so recently blown our loads. But I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd get another one going. Already I could feel my balls churning-up more jizz.

The Coach slung back his beer, laid his enormous arms out along the top of the sofa, displaying for our pleasure his beautiful, expansive, hairy chest and huge nipples. Tommy sat on his left, and Chico on his right. Mark and Tony sat in the armchairs at either end. I sat naked on a kitchen chair facing the sofa, with a good view of everyone's sexy junk.

"At my first university job, I was the football coach's assistant," the Coach said after a while. We drank our beers, our eyes drifting over his hairy physique and crotch.

"I'll bet that was hot," I offered, hoping for more.

He swigged his bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, it was," he smiled a little. "--'course, you guys know there's that 'invisible line' no one can cross?" he added, looking around.

Everyone grinned and nodded knowingly, and my eyes instinctively stopped staring at the Coach's big cock and balls, that boundary too familiar to not still obey.

Mark Wynn smiled and coughed. "I've smacked a lot of ass, but that's as far as it goes..."

"...smacking ass is what got you invited tonight, Wynn," Tony said cryptically, making all of us laugh.

"Well, football jocks SPECIALIZE in ass-patting," the Coach said, his deep voice filling the room. "In fact, those guys were about the most physical studs I've ever seen..."

"I guess football being a contact sport lets them fool around alot," I said, leading him on.

The Coach swigged his beer dry. "No shit," he said. "You got THAT right!"

"Wow," Tommy said, finishing-up his own bottle.

I got up to go get another round, and it felt super to be cock-and-balls naked, listening to the Coach launch into what could only be a raunchy locker room story.

"They thought nothing about scrubbing each other's backs in the showers," he went on. "I mean, when you're six-four and three hundred pounds, you need a little help back there sometimes, huh?" He smiled to himself at the memory.

"Oh, Jeez," Mark Wynn said, killing his beer. "I can just see those sweet jock butts now, man!"

The Coach nodded at Mark. "--like cannon balls, baby," he winked. "--with cracks so deep, your whole hand would get swallowed inside..."

"Awww, Jesus," Tony said, shifting his muscular body on the sofa.

I consciously let my thick cock flop sexily around and slap against my balls as I came in to hand out fresh beers. And for a minute, no one said a word as they watched my tossing dong and blond-puffy crotch.

"Rumor has it," I said, handing the Coach his bottle, "--that receivers have a 'thing' about quarterbacks. Is that true?"

Coach Dan laughed knowingly, his eyes following my thick, swinging dick. "You're more in the loop than I expected, Jensen," he toasted me. "--not only THAT, but tight ends and fullbacks have a thing about receivers AND quarterbacks..."

"Gee," Chico said, taking his beer. "--so who do quarterbacks go for?"

"Assistant Coaches!" Coach Dan threw us all a sly, foxy look and wink.

A lusty moan escaped our lips, our eyes running over every muscular inch of the Coach's nude physique. I was just about to sit down when he said that, and his sexy admission went straight to my balls, me picturing it. I stood there feeling hot blood pulse into my cock, making the dangling thing suddenly tingle and twitch.

"You must dig quarterbacks, too, Jensen," the Coach nodded at my lolling, filling fleshtube.

"--OR Assistant Coaches!" Tony laughed, making me blush and sit down quickly.

"After we'd won this really important game," the Coach went on, "--they were REALLY horsing around in the showers," he recalled. "I mean, NOBODY'S ass was safe, man! And then one of the receivers was trying to grab a feel of the quarterback's dick..."

"Was--was it BIG?" Tommy asked eagerly.

Everyone laughed, breaking the sexy tension, yet, like him, we all wanted to know the answer!

"All those guys had big fat dongs," the Coach swigged his beer.

"As big as yours?" Chico stared between his husky thighs.

The Coach reached his hand down and hefted the huge cock over his thigh. And that alone did it for me, sitting there with an already ripening hardon, it just thrust upward from my blond-bushy vee. I tried momentarily to hide it, then gave up, shrugging and smiling to myself, happy in knowing it didn't matter—in fact, I could be proud of it!

"Easily as big as this," the Coach fondled his tubular hang awhile, then dropped it with a thick slap against his fleshy balls. "Anyway," he said, smiling at how his sexy show had all of us sporting uptilting, hardening rods, "--the Coach had gone off and left me in charge of closing-up--and they all knew it." He swigged his beer, "--and they'd already passed around a few bottles of champagne, so everyone was loopy...."

"Oh man!" Mark Wynn said, "I can see them playing with each other and shit, feeling horny in the shower!"

"Well, hell," the Coach went on, "--it wasn't long before the quarterback--his name was Steve..."

".... what did he look like?" Chico interrupted, his gorgeous fat chorizo standing up, three-quarters hard.

"Steve? Oh hell, man. Steve was this sort-of chocolate-colored black dude--a little darker than you, baby," the Coach said to Chico. "The most perfectly muscled guy you ever saw--not a hair on his body, except real thick down here..." the Coach dug his fingers into his own knuckle-deep, black bush.

"Uhhhhh," Tommy moaned, his boycock bounding up like a flagpole. "Chico's body really turns me on," he whispered. "Steve sounds pretty hot, too, Coach!"

"Yeah, well, with the receiver going after Steve, it wasn't long before Steve's fat, mahogany dong got all hard," the Coach recalled. "--and then everyone else's headed for the skies."

"Awww fuck," Tony said, opening his thighs up to let his own hardon have its way and stand proud.

"So they all went nuts, laughing and trying to grab each other's hard rods under the hot, spraying showers," the Coach swigged his beer, "--and THAT'S when Steve spotted me at the doorway, watching all the action."

"Oh yeah!" Mark Wynn muttered, "--here we go!" His solid, beefsteak cock shot straight up above his stud balls and dark blond bush.

"--so Steve runs into the locker room--his stiff dork smacking around--and drags me, clothes and all, into the showers!"

"Awww, fuck!" Tony repeated, staring at the Coach's beefy, hairy tits. "This is so fuckin' hot!"

"And the whole bunch of them stripped me bareassed, with their wet, naked hardons slapping around..."

"Christ!" Mark said, "--what happened then? Were you, um, you know, throwing a rod, too?

The Coach shrugged at him. "What do YOU think, man? I was already hard, just from watching Steve from the doorway..."

Suddenly the Coach got up from the sofa, backing-up against the kitchen counter, giving us a perfect view of that physique. His firehose-of-a-cock looped in the air, half-full, the giant head tilting up, his heavy-slung balls slapping his hairy thighs. "Steve slid to the shower room floor—and the next thing I knew, my big old cock was half-way down his throat, man," the Coach said, squeezing his thighs. "I'm getting a hardon just thinking about it!"

We couldn't help moaning watching the Coach's tubular hang twitch and pulse, thickly swaying out at us, the massive meat tocking in heartbeats to throb its way vertical like a giant flexing muscle.

"Everyone came around us--fisting their hot cocks—watching Steve-the-quarterback give the Assistant Coach a royal blowjob," the Coach husked. He looked down at his throbbing, vein-roped erection. "Aw, fuck, dudes," he said. "Look at me--I'm so ripe now, I'm wet!"

"So are WE," Tommy said excitedly, staring at all of us staring at the Coach's hideously turned-on cock and heavy, hairy lovesacs. "What happened NEXT?"

The Coach's nipples poked out from his furry pecs like corks. His huge, muscular physique rippled with sexual current, vibrating with excitement. "The water was spraying all over us--so much steam in there, I couldn't really see--and then this huge fullback named Joe started soaping up my ass...."

By now we were all sitting there, helplessly masturbating, too horny to do anything but moan and fist our needy meat.

The Coach reached around and grabbed each of his cheeks, then swivelled, with us suddenly staring bug-eyed at his spread, furry round globes. "Yeah--see?" the Coach said, fingering his mysterious, deeply-cleft ass, actually showing off his winking rosebud. "Joe first lathered me all up and then...and then, just SHOVED his thumb up my cherry cunt!"

"Auugghh," Mark groaned out, watching the Coach roughly push his own thumb into his resisting slit and keep it there, his giant balls slapping his hand.

"Jesus," Tony stared, eyes dark, all pupil and lusty.

"Awww, HELL," the Coach moaned out. "C'mon Chico--come on and be Steve for me, man!"

Chico was on his feet in seconds, his Latino cock spearing before him.

"Play with my big hairy ass," the Coach's voice was deep and husky. "Make it wet!"

Chico dropped like a rock, kneeling into the task, lapping deep inside his muscular butt, and, in needy invitation, tilted his own beautiful, round lightly-haired cheeks up at us!

"Go for it, Tommy," I told the pug-nosed teen.

Tommy came away from the sofa hypnotically, cock bobbing hotly--eyes fixed on Chico's spread, compact gymnast globes--at how the little Latino's huge balls hung enticingly below.

Mark Wynn watched the sloppy action of Chico's mouth inside the Coach's deep crack. And I no sooner paused to take a swig of beer than Mark was walking trancelike in front of the bent-over Coach, his drooling, jutting slab of thick meat nearly touching Coach Dan's nose!

The Coach's mouth simply yawned open to take the whole, lip-splitting meat inside. "God DAMN," Mark howled, his knees buckling at the riot of frictioned nerve endings. The brush-cut jock's nipples turned to baby thumbs, making me groan at the sight and make a beeline for them.

"Oh, Jeezus," Mark moaned at me, his eyes wild. "What're you...?"

I just licked my lips and bent down to suction his sexy nubs, when suddenly I felt a pair of hands grab my narrow hips.

Tony's fingers were spreading my deeply-cleft globes, rough jaw sandpapering my virgin, lightly furred crack, hot tongue diving deep. I moaned all over Mark's hot nipple, then gummed it hard over Tony's butt snuffling, the feelings so new, so raunchy I saw stars. And fuck, but the whole, lamplit cabin suddenly filled with the raunchy sounds of slobbering mouths and moaning, naked, hard-cocked, gymnast-stud sex.

"Jesus," the Coach's muffled voice called out over Mark's huge cock as he wagged his muscular butt into Chico's face. "So hot—so fuckin' hot..."

The next thing I knew, Tony was kissing and licking his way up my arched back until tonguing my earlobe. Abandoning Mark's swollen tits, I jerked my head, sucking Tony's muscular tongue deep inside, stiff cocks thumping and nuzzling till both of us couldn't take anymore without blowing.

Panting, we stared at the sloppy action. "Too fuckin' much," Tony gaped at the cocksucking Coach.

"Go sit on the sofa and wait for me," I said quickly. "I've got an idea...."

Running from the bathroom, I shoved a bottle of baby oil into the Coach's grasping hand. I winked at Tony and tocked my throbbing cock around at the big Italian, joining him on the sofa. Pausing before sitting, I let him fondle my big hot balls and play with my turned-on, Tony-adoring, eight hard inches.

"Oh yeah!" Coach huskily yelled.

I quickly sat, with a perfect view of Tommy eating out Chico's ass--and Chico snuffling Coach's deep, furry crack, who was bent at the waist, slobbering Mark's hot cock, and Mark swooning, hands planted on Coach's enormous shoulders. Still throating Mark's sex piston, the Coach managed to hand the baby oil to Chico, who paused, not comprehending.

"Slick that badboy of yours all up!"

Tony grabbed my hot cock in excited heat to watch Chico stand up and dribble oil all over his horny, Latin, helmet-headed cudgel.

Tommy stood up also, Chico handing him the bottle. "You do it, too," Chico told the sex-flushed teen.

"Now oil up my hole," the Coach ordered. "Get my twat all sloppy!"

"Holy JEEZ," Tony said, fisting my cock like it was his own, and me of his steaming giant, my eyes all over Tommy greasing-up Chico's perfect butt.

"Look at Chico's COCK," Tony gasped.

I was. It was gleaming--so slick with oil, the dark-meated throbber looked monstrous and needy.

"Oh yeah--oh fuck yeah," the Coach gruffly called. "Now FUCK me, Chico—fuck me with your big hot COCK!"

"Oh baby, look at THAT!" Tony muttered as Chico aimed his blunt-nosed cock and, with quivering thighs, tried to nudge through the Coach's tight slit.

"Just...fucking...DO IT! I can take it—take it all!"

"Look at TOMMY," I fisted Tony's skin rocket. "--look at...."

Suddenly, lust taking over, Chico went for broke and truly did ram himself balls-deep inside that hot, spread, all-man pussy--and Tommy, for his part, was slapping his own hard teen cock across Chico's butt!

"Holy fuck! He's FUCKING him, Jordie," Tony ogled Chico's humping hips. "I mean, ACTUALLY FUCKING COACH DAN!!"

"Oh GOD, oh god, oh GOD, you're H U G E!" Coach yelled out, all hoarse and throaty.

Mark Wynn stood paralyzed before the Coach, eyes bulging, staring at the carnal scene of Chico's thrusting hips, at the swells of the Coach's ass jiggling from the assault, being scrubbed by that Latin, crisp black bush.

Tommy looked seized by indecision, even as his eyes hotly watched Chico's ass shaking at him, begging for it. And suddenly Mark, in usual jock mode, just came over to the teen, roughly took Tommy's oiled-up, seven-incher, pried it down and just shoved the fucker into Chico's virgin cunt!

The Coach, Chico, and Tommy froze--suspended and stunned. Time itself stopped. The cabin fell silent, with Tony and I left wondering, and waiting....

And then an unearthly groan hit the air!

"Jesus Christ!" Tony said. "Is he okay?!"

Chico let out a howling moan, bent over the Coach's back, with Tommy bent over Chico's, both locked in place. Chico's well-busted cherry was a riot of such a sweet pain, the little stud could only swallow and gasp and will his glowing sphincter to stretch and yawn and accept its fate...for he wanted nothing more in the whole world in that moment than to learn to take cock. And his gymnast dedication to anything physically challenging made all the difference.

Slowly, still moaning, Chico's hips pulled back, making Tommy's cock slide a bit deeper, while the little man's own torched cock pulled out some from Coach's steamy sex tunnel. In time, his ass reshaped itself around the girth of its new master to find both Tommy and Chico hunching and moaning. And with each thrust, Tommy's thighs trembled, his cum-filled balls slogging as they smacked Chico's nuts and then swung back at our staring eyes.

Tony and I gasped as we saw Mark Wynn feverishly start greasing-up Tommy's pink cheeks. "Oh no, you don't," Tony got up quickly. "You're not gonna shove that battering ram of yours in there! He's just a kid, Wynn...."

Mark looked dazed, watching Tony seize the baby oil and unceremoniously jerk him around and slap his round hard ass. "Wait a minute!" Mark whined.

Tony laughed, then slathered Mark's own asscrack with oiled-up fingers, and in seconds Tony shoved his middle finger right up into Mark's pink, winking hole, skewering him, while using his other arm to bend the big jock over.

Tony's bludgeon-of-a-cock bounced thickly against Mark's ass until--bending the freshly-oiled thing down--Tony swiftly drove his whole flared helmet through Mark's clamping O-ring butt, leaving it there to take stock.

"Unggghhhh!" Mark yelled, the sound making me wince in sympathy. "AAAAAHHHHH! God DAMN!"

"Take it, Wynn," Tony husked, bending his knees while tilting his hips upward. Then he craned his handsome Italian head around at me. "Don't just sit there, Jordie," he called. "You do ME, now!"

I hesitated, thinking Tony had to be joking.

Mark was howling like a stuck boar, while the Coach and Chico were moaning in sweet agony. But only when I actually got close enough--my stiff cock throbbing at the sight--did I hear Mark's real tune.

"Oh God—it's--it's so BIG! Oh fuck, I do want it. I want it! I want it bad!" He was bent at the waist, his head tossing, as Tony began driving his whole Italian sausage deep past Wynn's clamping asslips.

So, too, did I hear Chico grunting with carnal delight each time Tommy's boycock dove inside his glowing pussy. The Coach was shouting, ordering rougher treatment--all of it making me so hot, I couldn't oil-up my aching rod fast enough.

All I had to do was bend my stiffness and inch my way closer with Tony's swinging ass doing the rest--and suddenly I felt his anal lips suck me right inside, the feeling wildly hot. Tony's muscular, deep-tanned butt fucked my greased-up cock--milking it, skinning it--a tight, nerve-tingling, vacuuming tunnel.

Amazed at his hunger for cock—his determination to have it all—his gymnast's tolerance for adjusting to pain--my hands found Tony's narrow waist, guiding his pistoning hips over my Danish dick—and in increasing increments, I felt my ballbag slap his own, while watching Tommy plowing Chico, who fucked the Coach. And then our own moans joined the chorus of their relentless shouts and grunts.

It was all becoming way too hot--too tremblingly edgy—too fucking good!; and I felt my balls swell in that telltale, familiar warning--felt my thighs jitter erratically, my cock's nerve endings frayed and stripped any ability to keep things going, the bloated thing too in love with Tony's clasping, gymnast cunt.

My hands flew around his body, my fingers finding his engorged nipples, pec slabs jostling against my palms. I licked his deeply-tanned, muscular back, my hips hunching into his hot sweet Italian hole--every thrust too much to handle, a wave of excitement I couldn't control, feeling faint, in total meltdown.