The Horny Club Ch. 05

"Wow! No friggin' problem!! Huh, Todd?"

"Just leave everything," Poppa said to me as I started to clear the table. "We've got more important chores to attend to," winking at me with a little grin.

I wish to hell I could have snapped a photo of Tom between Steve and Juan on the porch--Tom's poser hideously-tented--the other two looking like Greek gods with their hands on their narrow hips, those sex hammocks thudding outward from their burly thighs, the string trying like hell to hold it all in place almost at the snapping point.

I wish to hell I had a movie of us heading to the barn, too. God--their butt globes were rubbing together in the sun, their heavy posers sagging and swaying out from their crotches--their sunlit muscles, the sunlight twinkling in Poppa's chest hair--Juan's stud nipples casting shadows on his undulating abs.

Once inside, our eyes adjusting to the cool darkness, Tom and I grew more confident and surer of ourselves. After all, this was where we'd had our very first horny fun! It was like a new home--our own horny sex club. And all of a sudden it was Poppa Steve who looked a bit nervous, eyeing my hard-cocked pouch and sturdy, nicely-muscled body.

He and Juan headed for the weight-lifting equipment we'd made the day before.

"You, uh, want us to show you how to use the dumb bells?" Steve asked Tom.

"Heck, no!" Tom stood before them, hands on hips--his poser stretched all out of shape. One of his naked balls was literally tumbling out the side, all self-important, suddenly full of being elected president. "Have you guys ever wrestled each other?"

A look of surprise crossed their rugged faces.

"Wrestled?" Juan looked at Poppa's huge shoulders and bigass biceps.

"Yeah--you know--tried to pin one another!" Tom smiled impishly. "I think Juan would win, wouldn't you, Todd?" He gave me a suggestive wink.

Playing his game, I rubbed my jaw, looking at Juan, then at Poppa, then back at Juan. "Yeah--maybe you're right," I shrugged, trying to keep from smiling. "Juan's got the edge."

Steve's eyes grew wide. "W-what??? You're siding with JUAN???" he stared at me.

I shrugged. "Well, he's only 28, Pops!"

I didn't know who he was going to come after first--me or Juan--but suddenly he lunged for Juan's waist, locking his arms around him, his grizzled jaw crushed between Juan's giant pecs.

Juan's breath whooshed out. "Hey!" he yelled in surprise, crashing to the wooden floor under Steve's weight.

From then on it was a bonerizing muscle matchup made in Horny Club Heaven--my Poppa's huge thighs splayed open, Juan's meaty forearm sliding into his furry asscrease--my Dad's fat balls falling out against Juan's wrist--their jostling pecs mashed together, their mighty biceps bulging, as they grunted and tried to gain control.

"Woah!" Tom grabbed me around the waist, hugging me. "Look at that!"

Juan managed to flip Poppa over--their threadbare pouches churning together--creating friction, making their encased cocks chub-up.

Poppa's hand fought its way through Juan's torso-hugging legs--grabbing wildly at Juan's rolling butt cheeks. His fingers latched onto the support string and yanked it apart.

"Holy Jeez!" Tom pointed. "Look! Juan's bareass!"

Those huge, dark nuts suddenly hung in all their male glory below Juan's spread beachball cheeks, his dusky-pink bullseye winking at us. He grunted as his poser fell away, flopping his tubular cock against Poppa's flexing abs, his face pushed into my Dad's hairy pec-slabs.

Juan swiftly straddled Poppa's sides, using his knees to pin Poppa's out-flung biceps. "Unnngh!" Poppa grunted, unable to move under Juan's 240 lb. bulk.

Tom and I hurried to get a full-length view, just in time to watch Juan's naked bulldick fill with lust and tock upward to its naked, ten-inch glory, the glossy, flared head dripping onto Poppa Steve's leathery, sun-browned neck.

"Awwwh, man!" Tom moaned. "Check THAT out, Toddie!"

Suddenly the barn door creaked open.

"T-Tom? Todd???"

"Jeb!" Tom yelled. "Get in here quick!"

Even before his eyes could adjust to the darkness, Tom and I slid the door shut, then attacked and stripped him buck naked.

"Hey!" The fair-haired Jeb stood with us by the door, his soft, fleshy dong curling sexily over his low-hanging nuts.

"What's going on? What're you WEARING???" he stared, wide-eyed.

We led him over to Juan and Poppa.

"Ohmygod!" his over-sized cock instantly began filling with hot blood as he stared at Juan's naked erection knifing from his thick, wooly bush, my Dad staring up at his heavy-hanging, generous, dark balls.

"They're wrestling!" Tom announced. "And they made us these cool pouches!"

"Where were you? I phoned over to your place earlier," I watched Jeb's eight-incher literally hurling itself upward in lusty pulsing heartbeats till it rakishly curved inward, the slightly-smallish head kissing his bellybutton.

"We were in c-church," Jeb stared in wide-eyed shock at my lust-distorted poser--my cock lancing hotly to the left.

"I'm the 'Horny Club' President!" Tom tilted his hips to show off his 'official', obscenely-stretched pouch. "And we get to tell Juan and Steve, here, what to do!"

"S-Steve??" Jeb stared at my pinned Poppa. "That's Mr.... I mean, that's your Dad, Todd!"

"He's NOT 'my Dad', Jeb, I told you that." I stared him down. "He's only like a Dad to me, is all..."

"Stop yacking and see for yourself, Jensen," Tom ordered, trying to impress Jeb with his new status as President.

He suddenly walked over behind my Dad's head, his poser thrust out between Juan's meaty pecs. "I want you to play with my cock!"

He sounded so high and mighty--full of his newfound Presidential status--that is till Juan's giant biceps locked around his little waist and crushed his loin-cloth-trapped erection against his tits.

"OH!" Tom gasped, his large eyes wide in horny alarm and surprise.

Blond, curly-haired Jeb started masturbating over the raunchy sight, his ivory-skinned muscles flexing--his hips tilted--his mouth slack. But I quickly moved behind the bear-hugged Tom, looking down at Steve lying flat on his back.

"Are you okay, Poppa?"

"With THIS view?" he grinned, nodding up at Tom's spread-open bubble butt. "You tell me!"

"Ohhhhh, Juan!" Tom groaned.

Steve and I watched as Juan's fingers hooked under the string splitting Tom's cheeks and broke it apart. The flimsy pieces fell away, making Tom moan and friction what remained of his poser off his tit-frictioning cock.

His naked, beercan-sized, five inch rod rode up between Juan's sweat-slippery, brown, hairless pecs, Tom fucking the crease. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he groaned. "I missed out on this yesterday!" His fat balls massaged Juan's nipples, Tom's hands coming behind Juan's head, shoving his rugged face between the Irish teen's own mounded pecs, which Juan licked and then laved all over, chewing each nipple with little tugs till Tom groaned up to the rafters.

"Do something for me," Poppa said from the floor, freeing his biceps from beneath Juan's knees.

"Sure! What?" I felt dazed with lust and horniness, reluctantly tearing my eyes away from watching Tom tit-fucking and Juan love-biting Tom's nipples.

"My poser...it's too tight...."

Those words were enough to complete recapture my attention! "...you want me to....?"

He nodded, smiling up at me. "....I know you're always calling me 'Poppa' and turning me into a second dad, but today let's just be two guys in the 'Horny Club'. OK?"

"Sure!" My heart pounded with joy.

"And Todd?"

"Yeah, Poppa?"

He gave me a broad smile and a wink. "If Tom and Jeb can call me 'Steve', then so should you!"

I felt a thrill grab my balls. "I--I don't know if I can, um, Steve...but I sure do want to!"

He laughed, the deep, rolling sound in itself a huge turn-on, without even having to gaze on his hunky, virile, practically naked physique.

"Cool. Now how about taking care of business?"

"Do that thing you did to Jeb!" Tom's satiny, mushroom cockhead smeared Juan's pec crease with boyjuice, making the enormous, muscle-mounds wet and even more sex-slickened.

Juan's laugh was deep and sexy while using both hands to push inward and pillow his hunky mantits over top the whole length of Tom's sizzling porker, watching Tom piledrive his lusty cock in-and-out Juan's pec tunnel.

"Oh God, yeah! Fuck!" Tom shouted up to the rafters, tongue hanging out, his big eyes rolling back in total turn on.

I moved trancelike behind Juan, my eyes caressing his beachball, naked butt, the muscular globes so hard and round there wasn't even a dimple. Below him--spread out on the barn floor--were Poppa's hairy, muscular calves and gigantic thighs.

"C'mere, Jeb," I heard him suddenly say. "Why don't you come here and sit on my face?"

Jeb's eyes became saucers, his neck instantly reddening. "S-eriously, Mr., um, Steve??"

I watched Jeb's sturdy, naked body--his eight-inch rod bouncing about so stiffly in arousal it looked in danger of either splitting apart or snapping clean off--as he straddled Poppa's chest and squatted.

"Ohhhh! W-what are you DOING???" he shouted, his head thrown back, his legs trembling in heat.

"I'm the 'Horny Club' President!" Tom tilted his hips to show off his 'official', obscenely-stretched pouch. "And we get to tell Juan and Steve, here, what to do!"

"S-Steve??" Jeb stared at my pinned Poppa. "That's Mr.... I mean, that's your Dad, Todd!"

"He's NOT 'my Dad', Jeb, I told you that." I stared him down. "He's only like a Dad to me, is all..."

"Stop yacking and see for yourself, Jensen," Tom ordered, trying to impress Jeb with his new status as President.

He suddenly walked over behind my Dad's head, his poser thrust out between Juan's meaty pecs. "I want you to play with my cock!"

He sounded so high and mighty--full of his newfound Presidential status--that is till Juan's giant biceps locked around his little waist and crushed his loin-cloth-trapped erection against his tits.

"OH!" Tom gasped, his large eyes wide in horny alarm and surprise.

Blond, curly-haired Jeb started masturbating over the raunchy sight, his ivory-skinned muscles flexing--his hips tilted--his mouth slack. But I quickly moved behind the bear-hugged Tom, looking down at Steve lying flat on his back.

"Are you okay, Poppa?"

"With THIS view?" he grinned, nodding up at Tom's spread-open bubble butt. "You tell me!"

"Ohhhhh, Juan!" Tom groaned.

Steve and I watched as Juan's fingers hooked under the string splitting Tom's cheeks and broke it apart. The flimsy pieces fell away, making Tom moan and friction what remained of his poser off his tit-frictioning cock.

His naked, beercan-sized, five inch rod rode up between Juan's sweat-slippery, brown, hairless pecs, Tom fucking the crease. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he groaned. "I missed out on this yesterday!" His fat balls massaged Juan's nipples, Tom's hands coming behind Juan's head, shoving his rugged face between the Irish teen's own mounded pecs, which Juan licked and then laved all over, chewing each nipple with little tugs till Tom groaned up to the rafters.

"Do something for me," Poppa said from the floor, freeing his biceps from beneath Juan's knees.

"Sure! What?" I felt dazed with lust and horniness, reluctantly tearing my eyes away from watching Tom tit-fucking and Juan love-biting Tom's nipples.

"My poser...it's too tight...."

Those words were enough to complete recapture my attention! "...you want me to....?"

He nodded, smiling up at me. "....I know you're always calling me 'Poppa' and turning me into a second dad, but today let's just be two guys in the 'Horny Club'. OK?"

"Sure!" My heart pounded with joy.

"And Todd?"

"Yeah, Poppa?"

He gave me a broad smile and a wink. "If Tom and Jeb can call me 'Steve', then so should you!"

I felt a thrill grab my balls. "I--I don't know if I can, um, Steve...but I sure do want to!"

He laughed, the deep, rolling sound in itself a huge turn-on, without even having to gaze on his hunky, virile, practically naked physique.

"Cool. Now how about taking care of business?"

"Do that thing you did to Jeb!" Tom's satiny, mushroom cockhead smeared Juan's pec crease with boyjuice, making the enormous, muscle-mounds wet and even more sex-slickened.

Juan's laugh was deep and sexy while using both hands to push inward and pillow his hunky mantits over top the whole length of Tom's sizzling porker, watching Tom piledrive his lusty cock in-and-out Juan's pec tunnel.

"Oh God, yeah! Fuck!" Tom shouted up to the rafters, tongue hanging out, his big eyes rolling back in total turn on.

I moved trancelike behind Juan, my eyes caressing his beachball, naked butt, the muscular globes so hard and round there wasn't even a dimple. Below him--spread out on the barn floor--were Poppa's hairy, muscular calves and gigantic thighs.

"C'mere, Jeb," I heard him suddenly say. "Why don't you come here and sit on my face?"

Jeb's eyes became saucers, his neck instantly reddening. "S-eriously, Mr., um, Steve??"

I watched Jeb's sturdy, naked body--his eight-inch rod bouncing about so stiffly in arousal it looked in danger of either splitting apart or snapping clean off--as he straddled Poppa's chest and squatted.

"Ohhhh! W-what are you DOING???" he shouted, his head thrown back, his legs trembling in heat.

Poppa's large hands pried apart Jeb's cute cheeks, his unshaven face burying itself in his hairless, pink, boy-virgin crack.

I felt a twinge of envy--wondering why it was Jeb's ass and not mine getting all the attention--until I knelt between those outspread, hunky thighs, staring at the way Poppa's skimpy poser bulged in horny heat--and 'bulge' doesn't begin to describe the hideously stretched fabric, seriously about to rip open without my having to do anything except watch.

And suddenly I knew he was offering me the most pornographic position of all--where I could play around with his King Kong cock and bigass, furry balls!

"Oh, JEB!!" I heard Tom cry out. "Is that your TONGUE up my butt??"

Picturing the church-going, blond-curly Jeb tongue-fucking Tom's hot ass made me dig my fingers under the deliciously-erotic cloth attempting to cover Poppa's thumping cock and balls.

I felt the heat of his loins, my fingertips plunging into thick, soft cockbush and nudging his softer-than-soft ballskin. It suddenly made me crazy with what for all the world felt to me like incestual lust--making me thrust my other hand inside, my knuckles lifting the fabric, my fingers caressing those he-man horny nuts.

They were huge and hot and male and hairy, sliding around my probing fingers, bringing muffled moans from Poppa as he ate out Jeb's tiny virgin slit.

"JUAN!" Tom shouted. "Oh, God, oh yeah, Juan! Suck my hard cock, man! UUUUHHHHHHhhhhh!"

I ran my two hands up the thick-ridged belly of Poppa's throbbing nine-incher, feeling the pulsing vein, picturing Juan kneeling across Poppa's torso--his head bobbing as his big, Latino lips tugged at the thick lip of Tom's mushroom cockhead--nibbling the tender, webbed skin below it--then plunging his hot mouth down Tom's lip-stretching five-incher to bury his face in all that knuckle-deep teen cockhair.

"C'mon, Jeb--that's it--sling those balls into my mouth...." Poppa's voice was husky and urgent, making me suddenly pull free of his cloth covering and snap the string apart.

God! That giant-headed, nine-inch throbber bucked in horny heat--freed at last to show itself off in all its naked glory. And I worshipfully ran my fingers over its muscular length, marveling over its masculine power and size, then smeared Steve's cockcandy all over the pulsing, satin-smooth, fat, helmet head. Its pouty mouth looked like it was its own master, like it was speaking to me in its proud own way, calling me to love it, diddle it with my tongue, make it spew, make it all hot.

Popping out Jeb's teen balls, Steve groaned up at the loft. "Awwwh, yeah, Toddie! Play with that big hard cock, baby!"