Naked Gymnast Weekend

"It's sure getting colder," Chico said, looking out the sliding doors, "--but at least it's not supposed to rain."

"The sun's still hot, though," Tony said from the sofa.  "It's going to be great.  We can always use that wood stove, huh, Jordan?"

I brought out a round of beers.  We clinked bottles and sat on my parents' beat-up cabin furniture.  "As long as we cut more.  My dad really gets pissed if I use his precious woodpile."  I laughed then.  "I swear he actually counts the logs!"

"The lake looks VERY cold," Chico's South American accent made me smile.  "I just want to stay in this place."

"There's the hot tub, too," I swigged my beer.  “All we have to do is switch it on."

"Really?"  Chico's light-brown eyes lit up.

"See, Chico?"  Tony grinned.  "Now we can be Danish, like Jordie--hot tub until we're boiling to death--then jump in the lake!"

"I'll just stay inside of the tub,” Chico said.  "I can't stand it, being cold!  It is so COLD, here!"  He shivered theatrically.  "--especially close to the water!"

"You say that every year, man.  How long does it take to adjust?  Jeez!"  Tony swigged his beer.  "I've lived here less time than you, and I'm fine with it."

Chico shrugged, then drank.  "Italy isn't Argentina--okay?" 

He looked even smaller in the old armchair.  His perfectly proportioned body was curled-up into it, like a Puma--like some kind of exotic cat.

It was great having the cabin to ourselves.  "Your routine was amazing yesterday," I said to Chico.

His white teeth flashed.  "Thank you.  Yours was, too!  You have got your dismounts to be perfect!"

I looked at Tony.  "Are you really going to switch to the rings?"

He shrugged his big shoulders.  "Coach said I don't have to give up the bars--but no one wants to do rings.  And someone has to."  His eyes were almost black, I noticed--all pupil.  "Why don't you volunteer?"

I laughed.  "High bar and rings go together.  Parallel bars and rings are totally different!  Totally."  I swigged my beer.  "Besides, you're built for rings.  I don't have the lats for it."

"Shit,” Tony wiped his mouth.  "You've got lats to die for, Jordie!  Don't give me that crap!"

"I wish I could do those things,” Chico said.  "The coach always say 'no' to me because I am small."

I looked at him, envying Chico's compact physique.  "Well, he's full of it, man.  All the spotter has to do is lift you up—once you're there, you'd be awesome!"

Tony killed his beer, watching Chico and I finish ours.  "--Coach has such a thing about size.  It's really stupid."  He got up from the sofa.  "You mind if I get three more?"

I handed him my empty, looking up at his six-foot body.  "Yeah, well, just because you want to try doing floor routines,” I said.

"What's wrong with that?"  Tony headed to the fridge.

"Not everyone can do it,” Chico said.  "Guys like you and Jordan would get a back injury.  It's easier when you're a shrimp."

"There you go again--you may be short, but you're no shrimp,” I said, admiring Chico's shoulders and arms.

Tony came around the countertop and handed out our beers.  "How'd you get started in gymnastics, Jordie?  They don't teach it in high school."

I took a swig, then looked at the ceiling and laughed.  "If I told you the truth, I'd never hear the end of it!"

"Oh?"  Chico's eyes were studying my face.  "Is it a secret?"

"It's--I don't know--embarrassing, I guess."  I shifted my 175 lbs. around in the chair.  I smiled and shrugged.

"Wow!"  Tony grinned.  "What's the big deal, Jordie?  I thought you'd just say the Olympics, or something."

I swallowed even more beer.  "You'll just ending up mocking me."

"Of course!  It's so easy!"

Even one beer has an effect on me, and we'd finished our first round way too fast.  Alcohol always makes me get loose-lipped.

I stood up.  "Shit.  Who cares?  I'm not proud.  I was only twelve.  We were all twelve once."

"No shit," Chico grinned.  "Tony still is!"

I walked over the rug and onto the rough pine floor.  I could feel their eyes on me as I knelt and rooted through the bottom shelf of a cobwebbed bookcase.  It was full of magazines and yearbooks.

"This is getting interesting!"  Tony called out.

"It's probably a trophy his dad won," Chico said.

"That wouldn't be embarrassing," Tony said.

I saw Chico's big brown eyes widen as I brought over the magazine I'd dug out. 

"Hola!" he said up, staring at the photo on the back.  "What the heck is THAT?"

I stood between the sofa and Chico's armchair, looking at the cover.  "It's a 1972 copy of 'American Nudist'," I smiled.  "I was twelve--and my best friend found it hidden in his sister's bedroom."

"No shit!"  Tony said, his curiosity rising.  "And you kept it?"

I thumped the cover.  "This guy's physique made me want one just like his," I felt stupid admitting it.  "And the little write-up says he's a gymnast."

"Lemme see it,” Chico said, just as Tony reached up and grabbed it.

 "Holy crow!  No friggin' wonder!  Look at that body!"

Chico bounced out of his chair.  "Wow!  He sure has a hairy chest!"

"Shit," Tony laughed up at him.  "So do you, man—and your pecs are even bigger."

Chico rubbed his t-shirt, still staring down.  "I don't have that much hair.  And I'll never have biceps that big."

"Yeah, well, that's not all that's big on this dude," Tony smirked.

I could feel my cheeks start to burn.  If it's one thing I dislike, it's that I blush very easily--and being blond makes it worse.

"What are you talking about?" Chico laughed.  "Yours is way bigger--so's Jordie's!"

"So's YOURS," Tony said back.

"Jesus," I said.  "I knew I shouldn't have shown you this."

"Wow," Chico said to Tony.  "Look at all he’s got hanging."

"Huge balls, huh?"  Tony swigged some beer.  "And he sure is hairy."  He looked up at me.  "You're both hairy down there, too--just like me."  He nodded at Chico.  "It's only Chico who has hair on his pecs."

"Even my ass crack has hair--not much, though," Chico giggled.  "It all keeps my body warm--too bad for you guys."

Tony thumbed through the rest of the magazine, Chico sitting beside him on the sofa.  They seemed totally absorbed.

I decided to return to my chair, surprised to see I was already most of the way through my second beer.

"I guess they put their 'star' on the cover.  Everyone else in here looks ready for the nursing home!"

"We have a nude beach in Buenos Aries, but only the beautiful people use it," Chico said. "These old women shouldn’t be playing volleyball-- just play cards or something!"

"I could get into this," Tony finally tossed the magazine aside.  "I hate wearing a jockstrap everyday."  He killed his beer, with Chico not far behind.

"I never used to wear one," Chico said, fumbling with his jeans.  "--not until you two forced me to!"  He took Tony's empty and got up when I showed him mine.

"Get three more, please." I looked at Chico's crotch and smiled.  "No one 'forced' you to, ok?  We kindly pointed out that you looked like you were trying to hide a cucumber."

"Ardite!" Chico swore, hunting for more beer.

Tony laughed, knowing we were getting Chico going, "You Latinos wear pants a whole size too small," he called over. "Like you're trying to wow the babes."

"Fuck.  I don't even like chicks," Chico countered.  "--it's just a style!"  He came in and handed around the bottles.

"Well, guys with dicks like ours have to be modest, or it looks like we're advertising," I said, the beer loosening me up more by the minute.

"So?"  Chico's eyes flashed at me, then at Tony.  "We aren't 'advertising' nothing out here, anyways!"

Tony burst out laughing, making Chico glare at him.  "What's THAT supposed to mean, man?"  He shrugged and rolled his eyes, trying to goad Chico on.

"I MEAN," Chico's face looked fiercely cute whenever we got him fired-up.  "There isn't anybody OUT here, IS there, Mr. Big Guy?"  He nodded at the picture window.  "We don't have to wear a jock in front of each OTHER!"

I tried not to laugh.  Chico's accent always grew broader when he was upset.  It made Tony and I smile.

"It's not exactly a nude beach in Buenos Aries, either, Chico," Tony tipped his bottle to his full lips.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Chico mimicked Tony back.

I felt Tony was beginning to push Chico too far.  I shrugged.  "There really isn’t anyone around," I said to him.  "After Labor Day, the whole place empties out."  I nodded at the window.  "You see any boats out there?"

Tony looked at the autumn-colored trees and mountains.  Even from where I sat, I could see everyone's dock pulled up onto their lawns.  "The only thing I see are some ducks," Tony said.  "But that doesn't mean..."

"Hell," Chico huffed.  "People in this country are so modest!  In Argentina we show our bodies OFF--in Italy, the same!"  He swigged his beer.  "So what's your big problem?"  He scoffed.  "You've lived here too long, Rosario!"

Tony grinned at me.  "First he complains about being so f'ing COLD--the next thing you know, he's drinking like a sailor and trying to get us to go around bareassed!"

"Shut up," Chico said, looking hurt as well as angry.  "You had so many beers, too."  His speech was becoming a bit slurred.  "And you are the one who said you wanted to be the nuderist, or whatever they’re called," he pointed at the magazine. 

Tony put his hands up in a gesture of truce.  "Okay--okay, man.  Calm down!"  He smiled at Chico.  "I apologize--OKAY?  I'm sorry!"

"You don't even mean it.  I can tell," Chico looked at me.  "You both always make me get mad.  You like that. I know it."

Tony set his beer on the floor, then got up from the sofa.  His wide-shouldered body dwarfed the room.  "Ok, ok, ok.  Jordie, fire-up that woodstove," he said, tugging his T-shirt from his waist.

"What are you doing now?" Chico stared.

"You don't believe me when I say, 'I'm sorry'?"  Tony shrugged, pulling his shirt up.  "I guess I have to strip to show you I’m sincere."

Chico and I both stared at Tony's tanned, muscular abs --at how deep and muscle-stretched his navel was, carved into that taut lower belly—at the black feathering of hair disappearing inside his cock-mounded jeans.  He stopped just as his t-shirt came to his big chest.  "Well?  Don't just sit there gawking," he said down at me.  "You’re the one announcing that there's no one around…”

"Well, yeah.  I did--but..." I hastily looked again at the front window.

"And YOU, Mr. Nude Beach--put your money where your mouth is!"  He pulled his shirt off, his thick, pec slabs flexing as he tossed it on the floor.  "You're the one who blames us for having to wear a jock!"

Chico looked shy and flustered all of a sudden.  He watched Tony flex his huge, muscled biceps and shake out his arms. "Maybe it is too cold for this," Chico said, looking at me for support.

"Oh, no you don't!" Tony pointed at him. "You can't accuse me of living here too long and being too modest, and then not want to go all the way!"  He reached down to unbuckle his belt.  "'In Argentina, we show our bodies OFF!'" he mimicked Chico's accent.

"We should've stopped at two," I said, holding up my beer to see how much was left.  "We're all getting bombed.  This is nuts."

Chico was up on his feet, his face in line with Tony's pecs.  He looked determined to defend his South American pride.

Tony smiled over at me, nodding down at Chico's defiant, self-absorbed stripping.  I watched the mocha-toned muscles of Chico's beautifully developed, wide-shouldered back and shoulders emerge.  Then I got up to see if there were wood in the stove or not.

"You, too, hotshot," Tony said to me.  "You're not getting out of this."

I could already feel the blood rushing up my neck.  By defending Chico, I'd ended up turning my parents' cabin into a gymnasts’ nudist colony.

"Shit," I said, lighting a match to the kindling.  "I knew I shouldn't have shown you that stupid magazine!"

When I'd gotten the stove going, I turned around to find Tony and Chico standing in the middle of the room in just their jockstraps.

"Jesus," I stared--looking from them to the picture window.

"You're a little over-dressed, aren't you, Jensen?" Tony swigged his beer.  Chico looked at me blankly, like he was so mad at Tony, his pride wouldn't let him come to my defence.

"Oh, come ON, guys!" I fumed.  "We're not going to get naked for real, are we?"  I stared at their bulging pouches --at their perfect gymnast asses.

The stove was only beginning to warm up the little cabin.  Tony shrugged, he and Chico finally smiling together --only now they were smiling at my blushing protests!

"What's the problem?" Chico asked. "We shower together all the time!"

"Yeah," Tony said.  "What's your problem, Jensen?"

I felt my face turn beet red as I realised, they weren't going to back down.  Worse, I could feel the beer making me lose my usual command of things.

"I--I can't tell you," I stammered.

"Tell us what?" Chico looked up at Tony puzzled.  “Not another secret Jordie!  First you can’t tell us how you wanted to be a gymnast…”

"My problem is...," I hesitated. "...I mean--I don't have exactly a problem really-- "

"...but WHAT?"  Tony pressed, his dark eyes searching my blushing face.

"You can tell us anything," Chico saw I was genuinely uptight.  "It’s OK.  We won't laugh at you."

I looked up at the ceiling as if hoping for divine rescue.  Then I looked at their curious, beckoning eyes.

"Oh shit," I said, my face so scarlet I could hear my pulse beating in my ears.  I kicked at the circular rug on the floor.  "It's just that I--" I cleared my throat and spoke down at the rug.  "--I mean, I sort of, um, get too excited...."  They just looked at me--the silence hanging there in the room.  "--um, too excited when I'm naked, I mean--I mean, when other people are around."  I dared to look at them.  "It just sort of happens, is all."

I saw Tony stifling a smile, which made me want to kill him. 

"Is that all?" he broke into a grin.

"You mean, you throw a rod?" Chico shrugged.  "So do I!  Big deal."

He and Tony reached down to pick up their beers.  They clinked bottles.  "Here's to big fat rods on our get-away weekend," Tony toasted the air.  "I can't stay soft longer than five minutes when I'm in the locker room," he said in exasperation. "Why do you think I'm always wearing one of these?" he thrust out his full pouch.

"You're just trying to make me feel better," searching their faces for sincerity.

"Swear to God," Chico said solemnly, raising his hand.  "I always have to be careful--but so do lots of the guys on the team."

"Shit," Tony swigged his beer, watching me as I slowly began pulling off my t-shirt.  "I've spied more thanone woody in the showers.  David Spencer's always throwing a rod, man--the second he walks in there!"  He laughed.  "—and…and soon as I spy his?... mine starts up!"  He shrugged and drank some more.  "It's like yawning, man.  It's no big deal."

I finally let out a breathy laugh, feeling dumb and relieved at the same time.  Chico's brown eyes were checking out my pecs.

I pushed down my jeans, still a bit nervous.

We all wore silly grins as we checked out our bulging jocks.  "I feel like getting smashed," Chico grinned.  "This is going to be cool!"

"Hell," Tony punched him.  "You already are, man!"

Chico looked up at me expectantly, as if I was going to be first to get bareassed.

I let out a stream of air.  "Chico has the right idea," I smiled nervously.  "I need to get hammered!"

"That's right," Chico raised his bottle, looking like a muscular boy as he sat in the huge armchair.  "Forget all this silly talk--it's just us--your buddies!"

Tony looked out the window and sat on the sofa.  "Not a soul around, man.  Even the ducks have left the building!"

I was determined to get past my anxieties.  "Does David really throw a rod in the showers?"

Tony laughed and Chico nodded like mad.  "He did it once when we were sharing that shower in the middle," Chico said.  "He was looking at me washing my butt!"

"Seriously?" 

"The thing is," Tony jumped-in, grinning.  "His dick is so small; you can't even tell that it's hard!"

I laughed, the feeling such a relief after being so anxious.  "But, come on, man," I said.  "You guys are shitting me when you say you have to watch out, too..."

They both shook their heads emphatically.  "One time?"  Chico's accent was getting thicker.  "One time, I saw Coach Dan drying off in his office!"

"You lie," Tony said.  "The blinds are always closed."

"Not THIS time!"  Chico sat up, his bare feet just reaching the floor.  "My cock stood up like THIS!"  He bent his forearm. "I had to put my towel around me very fast!"

"He's one built dude,” Tony whistled.

"--just like that guy in the book," Chico pointed to the coffee table.  "--hairy chest--hairy legs--AND..." Chico broke into merry laughter, doubling over.

"WELL???"  Tony laughed, too, loving the suspense.

"--like a DONKEY'S,” Chico’s eyes became saucers.  He stood up, his jock a snow-white bulge against his mocha skin.  He brought one hand down halfway to his knees.  "...and his balls are like avacadoes!"

Tony dissolved in laughter, while I chuckled and killed my beer.  My eyes ran up-and-down Chico's amazing body.  Short as he was, his lightly haired, muscular chest, great delts, and thighs--combined with his perfect proportions--made him every inch a man, yet with the look of a boy.

He seemed to like showing himself off to us because he kept standing there.  "Just thinking about watching him all naked,” he shivered a little--all of it very dramatic.  "It makes me get....."

".... excited," I filled-in helpfully.

He turned to face me, his pouch looking impossibly full for a guy his size.  "Yes!  Very, very excited!"  his brown eyes glowed at me.

"Jeez," I muttered, his obscene bulge making me horny as hell.

"Yeah, well, that would about do it to any one of us," Tony said, looking right at Chico's perfect butt.  "He's right out of a bodybuilder's mag--except those guys’re always shaving their body hair."

"I like mine," Chico announced, obviously loose lipped.  He ran his small hands over his outstanding tits, ruffling the black fur.  He looked right at me.  "You think I should shave my chest, Jordan?"

I immediately squeezed my thighs in response, which brought a small laugh from Tony.  "Um, no--no, I don't," I said, getting up quickly to head to the fridge.  "It's cool the way it is."

"--What you think, Tony?"

"Hell--I'd give anything for a chest like that," Tony stared.  "I think hairy pecs are hot."

Just hearing Tony admit such stuff out loud sent a thrill through me.  I was on my way to getting totally hammered--and at the same time, hornier by the second.

"Your pecs are the best," Chico said.  "You and Jordan have the best tits of anybody--including the coach!"

When I brought in the fresh beers, Chico was back in his chair, his legs tucked under his little butt.  Both he and Tony looked right at my pouch as I handed out the bottles.  It made me both embarrassed, and proud.

"You know," Tony said, raising his bottle in yet another silent toast.  "--I hate to say this, Jordie..."

"Yeah?  What?"  I took my first swig of beer. I felt ready for any and all questions--even from Tony.

He cleared his throat, "I know you're probably all weirded out by this being your folks' place and all...."

"Oh hell," I laughed airily.  "I WAS, before.  I mean only three weeks ago, I was sitting in here with them and Father Thomas from Sacred Heart!"  I broke up in laughter, the beer making me woozy.  "But now?  Shit."  I shrugged.  "Now's now!"  I laughed more.

"Okay--good!" Tony chuckled along with me.  "Because I thought the whole point of this was to finally get rid of these goddamned jockstraps!"

I wasn't exactly expecting that to come out of his mouth, though.  I was--truth be told--quite happy with things the way they were.  It was sexy, without being too much to handle. 

"Yeah," Chico chimed in.  "I hate this stupid thing, man!"

None of us were actually all that close to being drunk.  There was a certain tension and excitement keeping us alert and in the moment.  But I was feeling loose and a bit silly.  And I knew that I was the only one holding them back.

"Okay," I announced, my voice louder than expected.  "When I count three..."

"God," Tony said.  "What is this…a gameshow contest?"

I ignored the comment, full of my own importance.  "One," I held my finger up theatrically, "Two..." 

Chico began lifting his pert ass off the cushion.

"Un-un-un!" I wagged my finger.  ".... wait for it!"

"Shit!" Chico frowned, looking at Tony and rolling his eyes.

"THREE!"

And before I could even pull out my elastic waistband, I saw a blur of white flying through the air as Tony and Chico heaved their jocks into the middle of the rug.  I wondered how they managed to be so quick.

Chico let out a huge, dramatic sigh. 

"Jesus! FINALLY!" Tony shouted.  "God DAMN!"

I still felt all modest, beer or no beer.  I didn't dare look over at them, and sat deep into the chair, keeping my thighs together while drinking some more.

"THAT'S better!" Chico sighed again.

I glanced his way only to discover him making a point of jiggling loose his heavy-hanging suede-skinned balls.  His thick, fat-headed dick heaved about like a sexy salami against his big gymnast thighs.

Tony laughed, taking a swig.  "You sure it's all there, Chico? --nothing missing?"

I laughed then, too, nervously eyeing the little man's incredible endowment.

Chico shrugged, looking annoyed.  "Go ahead and tease!  You're just jealous," he said back.

"Oh, I don't know," Tony replied.  He simply spread his muscular, hairy thighs.  His beefsteak-of-a-cock fell thickly down onto balls so generous, they were pooled on the sofa cushion.  "SHOULD I be jealous, Jordie?"

I swallowed, not able to speak.  A jolt of current lit up my naked crotch.  "Jesus," I whispered.

"I take it back," Chico said quickly, mouth open in awe.

"You're looking pretty modest over there, Jensen, I must say..."  Tony smiled slyly at me.  "It's not like we've never seen it, you know."

"I know that" I said quickly, still not able to relax.  I swallowed some beer.  "I didn't think this would end up being a naked 'show and tell', that's all," I muttered.

"Come on," Chico grinned.  "it's all good!"  He spread his furry thighs even wider and scooted forward till his balls tumbled down below the edge of the cushion.  It was so erotically lewd I blushed, and Tony laughed.

I could feel myself blushing worse--plus, if I'd waited any longer, I'd have wound-up showing off a fully tilting boner.  So, torn between keeping my legs clamped shut and being caught with a huge erection, I suddenly found myself just standing right up.

"Wow," Chico and Tony both said in awe at the same time.

"W-What?" I wondered, following their eyes down between my legs.

My big-domed, half-hard dong was swaying out in the room--filling fast--the mushroom head becoming taut and shiny.  I felt my low hangers grazing the blond fleece on my thighs.  Erotic charges raced up my spine.

"None of us should be jealous of anything," Tony said, letting out a breathy whistle.

"Look at his big cock!” Chico said.  “And look at those super BALLS!", actually pointing.

"I am, man--I AM!" Tony whispered, his eyes following my dick's every pulse and swelling tock upwards.

"Oh God," I shuddered, the feelings leaving me slightly faint.

I sat down, my nuts smacking the cushion, making me wince.  I kept my legs spread, swallowing beer for support.

When I looked back finally, both Chico and Tony were throwing rods of their own.  They were sitting back, staring at mine and one another's, the sight of all our maleness pumping hot blood into their cocks.

"Holy crow," I said.  "We're all springing hardons!"

"Told you!" Chico said, his eyes going back-and-forth between our legs.  "You aren't the only one who gets all hot!"

"GodDAMN," Tony said.  "Your schlongs are big enough when they're soft--but Holy Crow--just look at those bad boys!" he whistled.

"Look who's talking," I stared at Tony's roaring, blunt-nosed guided missile.  "It's a wonder you have any blood left in the rest of your body!"

"You like MY big cock?" Chico grinned, levering the huge thing up at us.

"Jesus, that’s huge!" I swallowed, waves of horniness rising from my balls.

"Stand up," Tony smiled at Chico.  "I want to see if it makes you fall over!"

Chico's smile was all teeth as he bounced out of his chair.  His cock was as tanned as his body.  Still not quite rigid, it levered straight out from his black bush, the huge helmet head a deep mauve.

"It's--it's like a third ARM," I breathed.

Chico laughed with delight and used his hips to roughly fling it from side-to-side.  It was so big the giant head nearly went beyond his hips when it slapped.

"OOOooooh!" Chico squeezed his eyes shut.  "--feels so sexy!"  He kept swivelling his hips, his cock growing stiffer as it jounced around, wildly tossing and careening.  Chico dug under his balls and felt into the crease of his ass, his eyes glazing-over--like he was in his own blissed-out world.

My cock was aching to be fisted, but I didn't dare.

"Que hermoso! Que Rico!" he moaned, hip-swinging his jutting cock all over the place, sensuously making love to his own body with his small hands.  Tony and I looked at one another, mouths open.

The little man's muscled, latte-toned body rippled and flexed.  His lightly furred tits curved radically out from his collarbone, his dark, wide-circled nipples all stiff.  He kept rubbing over them with his palms.  But all I could see was that curvaceous, rigid, banana-sized cock thrusting lewdly out into the room.

When he finally snapped out of it, he let out a breathy laugh and sat back down, gazing admiringly at his enormous erection.  It speared-up well beyond his navel, wreathed by his hunky bush.  A thick and pulsing vein snaked up its hot length, his tennis-sized balls mounded at the base.  "Oh man!  I'm sooooo horny!" he crowed.

"No shit," Tony said wryly.

"Aren't YOU??" Chico's eyes were all pupil and slitted in lust, his hands squeezing his heavy balls.

"I sure am NOW," I muttered, not knowing where the hell all this was heading.

"I want to jerk-off real BADDDD!" Chico moaned, staring at Tony's roaring erection.

"Not in HERE, you're not!" I said, imagining streaks of cum shooting over the furniture.

Once again, I was putting the brakes on things. The truth was, I needed to whack-off as much as Chico did.  My balls were so blue Chico’s obscene display only made it worse.

"The sun's going down," Tony said.  "Even if someone were around, they wouldn't see us."  His cock was helplessly hard.

"You mean outdoors?" I imagined the three of us out in the front yard.

"Come on, Jordan," Tony sounded exasperated.  "We're not gonna stand around the bathroom SINK, for Christ's sake!"  He laughed in frustration.  "There's nothing but woods out in the back--we've gotta do SOMETHING, here!"

"I-I've never beat-off in front of anyone before," I said then.  "I don't know if I can, even."

Tony looked at me like I was hopelessly inhibited—which was exactly how I felt--and then laughed a little.  "Well, okay then," he said.  "Let's have a little horny contest!"

"Oh, great," I muttered. 

"What KIND of contest?" Chico looked both eager and tortured--like he was trying like crazy not to just grab his overheated cock and go at it.

Tony looked slyly at us.  "We'll go out in the back..."

"...like this..." Chico said firmly, looking at me.

"Of COURSE, like this," Tony said.  "We couldn't put jeans on now if we wanted to!"

"Continue, please," Chico said.

"And the only way we're allowed to get off is without using our hands," Tony looked at Chico and me, grinning like it was just the greatest idea.

"You're crazy, Rosario!" I said.

"Shit," Chico said, glaring at Tony.  "We’ll rub ourselves on a tree?  Are you serious?"

Tony wagged his finger at him.  "No.  No rubbing on anything."  He laughed.  "You have to cum hands free."  He paused a bit, then laughed again.  "AND--the first guy who DOES blow, has to do whatever the other two say--AND... the NEXT guy to cum has to do what the winner tells him to do!"

"That is very stupid!" Chico crossed his arms, pouting.

"Come on, Chico," Tony got up, his meaty rod swaying into the room.  "It'll be fun!"

"Always scheming, aren't you, Rosario?"  I looked out the window.  There were purple shadows spreading on the ground and under the trees, but it was still bright and sunny.

When I stood up, my hard, big-headed dick felt close to popping as it was, making me not really care who was the first--I just wanted relief.  "Let's go, Chico," I headed for the back door.  "I'll switch on the hot tub, so at least we can all get warm after Tony loses!"

And I was very glad I did start up the tub because the air outdoors was crisp and autumnal.  In fact, the second I stepped onto the back porch, I wished I'd hit the switch sooner.

"Aie carajo!" Chico yelled.  "--it's FREEZING out here!"

"That dick of yours alone will keep us all warm," Tony said, holding his hands out as if were a heater.

"Very funny!" Chico muttered, walking down the steps after me, huge cock thwacking his abs.

We stood on the ground-level cedar deck, me peering into the surrounding woods.  I was certain everyone I knew --including my family--was hidden among the pines spying on us.  That thought alone was softening-up my erection.  I had visions of this being an exercise in futility.  There was something about being hardon-naked and outdoors that was unnerving.

Suddenly Chico was heading back up the steps and into the cabin.  "We need more beers," he said, sounding annoyed.

"Oh HO!" I looked down at Tony.  "I'm not the only one having trouble!"

"It's c-cold out here!" Tony said, huge cock bending a little, the big head bobbing downwards.

We looked at the turquoise glow of the lit-up tub, wishing it were already hot.

"You feel stupid--being naked like this?" Tony asked, his voice being carried off by the chilled breezes, his dark, Italian face strong and handsome.  I appreciated the question.

I shook my head, the beer making me a bit dizzy.  "It actually is fun! --more fun than I want to admit."

"You're a cool guy," Tony said then.

"I'm cool??" I laughed.  "Yeah, right."

Tony looked me up-and-down.  "I really dig you and Chico."

I laughed a bit.  "He's a wild little dude when he's all turned-on, huh?" wondering when he'd come back out.  "You two make me loosen up--I'm such a ...."

"...hey--you're just a guy," Tony interrupted.  "We're all just guys-- raised to think our dicks are only meant to pee with!"

I heard the clinking of bottles coming from the cabin.

"Yours--yours is really...."  I glanced between Tony's big, furry thighs.

"...Yeah?" Tony's voice dropped as he followed my eyes.

"--well, it's beautiful," I heard myself half-whisper.

"Oh, Jeez!" Tony looked up at me.  "Coming from you, man...."

"Sorry," Chico said, kicking open the screen door.  "I couldn't find the stupid opener!"

We both turned--our moment interrupted--to see Chico clutching three beers, bouncing down the stairs, meaty cock slapping his balls.  He looked impossibly hung for a guy his size--yet with his muscular body, his equipment only made him that much more virile, regardless of height.

We stood in a loose circle, the late October sun trying to provide some warmth.  It felt odd being outdoors--smelling the pines, hearing the jays, feeling the fall breezes ruffling our hair and whipping around our naked cocks. We clinked bottles while looking around, the power of the tall trees and the sound of the wind in their branches making me wish we were back in the intimacy of the front room.

"I told you this was very stupid!" Chico muttered. "It's so cold, our cocks are drooping!" 

"Yeah, but yours looks sexy when it's soft," Tony said, staring into Chico's cockbush-blessed crotch.

"Really?" Chico's dark eyes brightened as he examined himself.

"It's real fat and studly like that," I said in agreement.

"You think so, Jordan?" Chico kept staring down at his thickening tool.

"Look at the big head on it!" I said.  "I wish my cockhead was hot-looking like yours."

"Oh, wow!" Chico said.  "Your words are making it tingle!"  He looked at my dick.  "Your cock is even bigger than mine--so's your cockhead."

"Maybe.  But it's pink.  You and Tony have nice, dark ones, man!"

Chico drank some beer, then went back to staring.  "Wow--this is real sexy talk," he said.  "I never thought you'd be saying stuff like this, Jordie!"

"I can't help it," I said.  "Fuck!  Big, fat, horny cocks out here in the woods....no one but us..."  I swigged my beer, "....me looking at your sweet, Latino bush and sweet huge balls..."

"Ohhhhh!" Chico squeezed his thighs, making his cockhead suddenly bloom.  The deep lip around it flared, which opened the hole like a mouth.

"Oh, Jeez," Tony said.  "Watching your hot cocks fill is making me horny as hell, man," he stared.

A tense silence fell over us as waves of feeling plumped up our balls.  Our three dicks began pulsing--poking straight out and quickly jerking higher.  Our huge nuts mounded as they gave away skin to feed our twitching, erecting rods.

"Too bad we can't touch them," I said.  "I'd love to play with your big hard dongs!"

"Oh!" Chico shuddered a little, his cock suddenly turning solid.  "If I could touch yours, I would shoot my cum!"

His horny talk hit my balls with such thrills, my erecting dick throbbed to a full-blown hardon.

"Oh, Jeez, me TOO!" Tony said, staring at my glassy-smooth knob.  "Your blond bush makes me crazy, man.  It's like a sexy haystack around your huge naked cock, man.  It’s a real man’s bush!"

I shivered with horniness, afraid to even look at Tony's vein-bloated rod.  "Oh, Jesus," I whispered, unable to take my eyes off their hot dicks. "I just want to reach out both hands and rub your two big cocks all over my tits --makes me so fuckin' horny! --I don't know what to do!"

Chico's knees bent, his hips tilting upward.  A drool of clear candy spurt over his nearly purple cockhead.  "You're--you're gonna make me shoot!"

"Oh FUCK,” Tony stared at the sight, his mouth slack with lust.  His giant rod reared-back and drooled pre-cum down its sides.

"Shit," I muttered in lusty awe.  "I just want to taste that sexy juice, man--rub it all over my face!"  My own dick felt live-wired--directly connected to theirs.  I gasped to feel my inner muscles flexing, pulsing out my own spurt of pre-cum.

"S-shut up!" Chico said. "You're....it's...!"  He looked shaken --too worked-up to speak.  His thighs were trembling, his hips involuntarily thrusting his horny cock out at us.

"Oh YEAH!"  Tony's voice was husky.  "Make it blow, man..."

"...oh, give it to me,” I heard myself utter, moving in closer.  "Shoot it all over my naked cock, baby!"

Chico's eyes rolled back, his mouth slack.  A groan escaped his Latino lips.  And then he was moaning, his entire body flexing and spasming, his cock quivering out at me.  It was monstrous in its arousal.

An astonished look crossed his cute face, followed by a little gasp.  "Oh!" he said.

And a rope of steamy jizz sailed out, splatting my thigh.

Seconds later, I heard Tony suddenly grunt, and turned just in time to see his head fall back, and a gusher of cum fountain from his raging cock.  The sight was too much.  Horny thrills seized my swollen balls.  They nearly snapped up inside my body, leaving me feeling helpless, taken-over, out-of-control.

"Uhhh!" I grunted.  A jet of spermy jizz thundered up my shaft, hurling out the bulging cockhead.  I stared at the bucking bronco as if it weren't my own. 

Just as it splashed Chico's hunky tits, a second spurt hit the little man's bicep.  I stared in whimpering fascination as cumshot after cumshot spattered Chico's naked muscles.  "Oh--oh God!" I panted.  "Jesus!"

We laughed in breathy gasps, staring at all the jizz sliding down Chico's torso.  We couldn't really speak--too dazed by the after-shocks--and just watched our slippery, wet cocks loll around, dripping cum. And then finally--in horny, lust-hungry need--we all fisted out the last shuddering spurts.