Naked Gymnast Weekend

I re-entered Heaven, my hands gripping Dan's rough jaw as I fed him my tongue and felt my cock glow thickly against his lightly-haired abdominals.  His biceps held me in a vice grip against his big-nippled tits.

I lifted my head.  "Um, Dan?"

"What, Jordie?"

"You and Tommy....are you--I mean--you know...?"

".... together??" He looked a bit surprised.

"Um, yeah," I felt my neck burning, suddenly feeling silly.

"Hell, no!" he said, bulging his solid arms.  "I just look out for him.  He's just a kid...."

"Yeah," I grinned happily.  "A kid."

"--a HOT kid, you gotta admit!..." the Coach grinned.

"No shit," I laughed, brushing back the Coach's wavy curl.

“Not to mention the hot water that would land me in.  I mean, let’s be clear here on that score… I’m not hired or paid by the college to coach.  I coach as a gift back to the school as an alum, so I’m not, like, faculty, or anything even close.  I’m my own agent. But fuck…he’s in high school, and for that reason alone it’s a recipe for disaster.”  I nodded slowly, all of it sinking in.  “I mean, fuck, Jordie.  Me and Tommy?  That would be wrong on so many levels, I cringe just thinking about it.”

There was a lull, both of us lost in thought, mulling over all that has happened since the party started.

"YOU got somethin' going?" he then asked quietly.  "—you know, with.....?"

".... Chico?  Tony?"

"Yeah."

I shook my head, feeling tremendous all of a sudden.  "They're buddies."

"--just...'buddies’?"

"Yeah--just buddies," I stopped myself from hoping where this line of questioning would lead.  “Though after this weekend, ‘fuck buddies’ would be a better description,” I winked at him and smiled.

He flashed his thickly-lashed eyes at me.  "I have two questions," he said then.

"Shoot," I held his gaze.

"Number one--you think we'd make a good pair?"

I almost blinked yet managed to match his intensely challenging stare. 

"Yeah Dan--I do."  A thrill went through me, which I didn’t want him to detect.  "...and number two?"

His eyes dilated--all pupil--totally black and vulnerable.  "—you want to fuck me?"

At first my heart stopped beating, then began to pound.  "All night long," I said, looking at his eyes, his lips, his rugged jaw, feeling his body shift beneath me.

We kissed, long and sweet, all wet tongues and soft moans, while hearing the distant clink of empty bottles, the party nearing its end.

"We better get out there," I pulled away, the last thing on earth in that moment I wanted to do.  "--say our goodbyes..."

He took my hand as we rose off the bed.  "You think they're gonna...?"

"I think they know," my shoulder rubbed his giant bicep as we moved into the hall.

"--think they can drive?"

"We'll make coffee," I surveyed the kitchen.  "--or put them in the guest room."

"I'm worried about Tommy."

But Tommy was cool--and the athletics of constant sex had left all of them pretty much sober, but tired.  And they brought in the empties while I handed out fresh towels.

My eyes alone told me Tommy was with Chico, and Tony with Mark.  Chico winked at me knowingly as everyone dressed—everyone but the Coach and me.

"Thanks," Mark Wynn said to me.  "I'm going home with Tony."

Tommy beamed happily.  "And I'm going over to Chico's.  My parents think I'm sleeping here!"

The Coach and I hugged each guy goodnight as we stood together on the front porch--grinning at our brazenness—standing there buck naked, our cocks and balls on display for any car that happened to drive by.

"We're alone," he said after closing the door.  "How's it feel?"

"Nice--real nice," my leg rubbed against his hairy thigh.

"You need anything?.... Coffee?"

I deliberated a few seconds.  "You're going to think this is dumb..."

He shrugged those huge shoulders.  "--just name it, baby..."

I hesitated, then smiled.  "I want to look at you, Coach."

"It’s Dan, remember?” 

“I want to look at you, um, Dan.”

He laughed and raised his incredible arms.  I nodded.  “So?  Look all you want! You've been doing it all night...."

"--not alone I haven't," I said.  "So how about I go get back in the tub..."

"...sounds gooood!"

"...and you climb back into that little bikini of yours?"

"Seriously?"

I nodded.  "Then come out and pose for me?"

He quickly swivelled me towards the hall.  "Well, then, get out there!  Just grab us a couple of beers first, okay?"

I went to the fridge and opened it, only to see my Calvins land beside me on the floor.  "You put those back on, too," he said.  "That way we'll be equal."

The hot tub felt great--my wet Calvins a slick second skin as I sipped my beer--feeling like the luckiest guy on the planet.  And though he wanted me to call him Dan—in my mind he was still the Coach—cuz hell, no one that endowed, that hugely-muscled, tall, and ruggedly virile could be anything but 'The Coach' to me.

It seemed to take him a long time--like he was trying to build up my expectations—for, I mean, I had seem him strip already—had been all over his naked body.  But with everyone else around, my eyes were forever wandering to take in the rest of the action.  It was distracting--sexy as hell--but not the private free show I'd soon be getting!

Finally, the screen door opened--the glow of the tub dancing across his six-foot-two, fur-blessed physique.  The Coach was wearing his wifebeater, which rode up his hairy, ripped abs, to just above his sex-packed bikini briefs.

"Hey, man," he sauntered over, full of swagger and attitude, "you got that beer?"

Unable to speak, I almost spilled it as I handed up the bottle.

He nodded, then backed up on the decking to give me a total view of all he had going.

"So," he said, taking a swig.  "You like what you see?"

I nodded, a stupid smile on my face.

"So do I," he said, looking through the water between my legs.  "It's just 'us' now."

"I always loved a man's equipment," he said, dropping his hand down to lift his heavy pouch.  "And big muscles," he added, flexing his killer arms.  "--ever since I was a kid."

"Me, too," I said, watching his biceps roll like boulders.

"--guess that's why we both work out so much."

I shivered at his words, staring at his deep, sexy, hair-swirled navel—at the river of hair down his endless, flat, lower belly towards the gathering delta peaking from those packed bikinis. 

"My body was a natural for developing more bulk--except for my thighs," he casually posed his upper torso, flaring his lats, his wifebeater stretching and rippling. "And with the dick and set of balls I got born with, I really needed those killer quads."

He thrust out his right leg and flexed it, making the corded, stacked muscles dance in the turquoise light.  His hefted pouch jiggled in the vee of his tremendous legs, its whiteness set off by all that hairy dark bulk cradling it.

"God," I breathed, my cock lurching in my Calvins.

"Your legs are beautiful," he said back.  "--you have to bust your balls for 'em, too?"

I shook my head, flexing my quads in the water.  "I have to knock myself out over my abs," I said, staring at how his threadbare wifebeater hugged his crazy-defined, articulated six-pac.  And he ran his big hands up over them, feeling each ridge slide over his fingers.

"When you were younger, did you check guys out?" I asked, watching him casually swig his beer, his every movement a re-arrangement of erotic massiveness.

"At the public pool, I was always finding some excuse to go into the change room," he stared into the water at my body.  "--soon as some hunk would go in there, I'd be the one right behind him" he grinned.

"Me, too," I breathily laughed.

"There was this lifeguard named Kyle--I was just eighteen and really feeling my oats," he recalled.  "And I would stand below his chair, copping a look between his legs to check out his basket."

"Was he hot?" I wondered, my cock tingling more than ever.

The Coach casually began walking down the steps into the tub to get warm.  He didn't sit down but stood on the opposite side to let me keep looking at him.  He nodded and grinned at me.  "Oh, Kyle was hot alright--a big blond jock like you, with just as much hidden in those Speedos of his."  He swigged more beer and fondled his bikinis for me.  "Of course, he knew what I was up to, though I couldn't see his eyes behind those mirrored sunglasses."

"Did he talk to you?"

The Coach laughed a little.  "You know lifeguards!  They only grunt when you ask them questions—if that, even.  And I asked everything I could think of!"  He laughed, playing with his basket.

"Shit," I said.  "That took guts..."

"Yeah, well--he really turned me on--though I was a late bloomer and only then just figuring all that out—kind of like Tommy."  He pawed his right pec through his shirt, making the thick nipple swell out at me.  I could see the black forest of his hairy chest through the thin fabric, which stretched across those mounded tits, unable to fully contain them.  "I must have been flashing him my teen rod half the time," he smiled, "cuz he never told me to get lost like he did everyone else."

"Jeez," I said, my eyes travelling over that amazing body. "Did you ever....?"

He nodded emphatically.  "I finally got the balls to ask him to help me with my breaststroke...." 

"No shit!"

He laughed.  "Yeah, and he sort of grunted a 'yes', and told me to beat it till he'd closed the pool."  The Coach sipped his beer and shifted his giant thighs to show off his bulging crotch.  "So I stuck around, nearly dying with excitement!"

"No SHIT," I said again.

"So we had this private lesson in the shallow end, with me nearly drowning as I tried to check out his Speedos underwater."  He laughed deep and knowingly.  "And after a few minutes of that stupidity, he turned me over, took off his sunglasses and said, "What's your name again, kid?"  The Coach scratched his rough jaw, recalling the whole thing.  "I was floating there, looking up into the sexiest blue eyes I ever saw and stuttered out, 'D-Dan'!"

"Holy," I breathed.  "What happened then?  How old was he?"

The Coach leaned against the tub, his full pouch getting even fuller.  "I dunno—twenty-something—and he says to me, 'I think we both know, Danny, that you aren't really after just a swimming lesson, here, are you?'"  The Coach laughed, recalling things.  "And I tried to protest, but he kind of pointed down at my suit and said, 'I think you're getting all excited over my body.'"

"God!"

"Yeah, right?" he smiled.  "And I blushed deep red and then he says, 'I don't mind that, kid--but you ain't gonna get to first base lying about wantin’ a swimming lesson,'"  The Coach fumbled his sex-stuffed bikini.  "So I said, 'You've got the greatest body I've ever SEEN--I'll never have muscles like yours!'"

"You didn’t!  What'd he say then?"

"He didn't say anything--he just climbed out of the pool, heading for the change room, turning at the door to see if I was coming or not."

“Whaaat?  Wow!...bet you WERE...."

"Damn right!" he grinned.  "My teen cock was poking my swimsuit out like a peen ball hammer.  And Kyle looked at it, and then was waiting for me in the showers..."

"Holy Jeez," I whispered.  "Are you serious?"

Dan nodded.  "--swear to God--and he turns on the spray and says to me, 'Well, Danny, you gonna show me what you got before it rips through your trunks?"

"Jesus.  Oh God, I would've died!"

"I nearly did—As my first gay experience? —A lifeguard? God DAMN, I was so nervous I was trembling!"  He smiled down at his bikinis, which were tenting-out by the second at the memory.

"So--did you?  Did you take them off?"

He laughed.  "Well, I got so shaky, looking at his hairy-blond pecs, that he dropped his rough guy attitude and just handed me a bar of soap."  The Coach sipped his beer, nodding at my wide-eyed disbelief.  "--swear to God--he hands me the Ivory and says, 'Calm down, Danny-boy--there's no one here but us.  And I'm just a guy like you.  ...So why don't you just relax and soap me up a little?"

"Seriously?"

He nodded, laughing.  "Well, I fumbled the damn soap--and when I got on my knees to pick it up, he stepped-in, his knees touching my shoulders.  And I was looking right at his big, red, Speedo package!"

"Holy fucking crow..."

"His big fat cock was bent over his balls like a crowbar, and the huge head was ripping at the cloth."  The Coach shook his head, grinning at me.  "So he says, 'Why don't you help take these off for me, Danny?  They’re getting a little tight….”

"I can't believe this--he seriously said that?"

The Coach nodded, laughing.  "And my hands shook, and I felt those hot, hairy thighs against my fingers, and his soaking suit was so full of dick, I couldn't get them off....so he says, 'Here--let me make it easier for you', and slides his suit down till the biggest, fattest, hunkiest cock on the planet swings up and hits me on the chin!"

"Oh, Sweet Jesus…"

"I know!  I backed away, my eyes popping out.  And he says, 'Go ahead, Danny--soap it up for me--you want to, don't you?"  And I took the soap and then got to play around with his huge, fat, blond-bushed cock and flopping, hunky balls...."  He shook his head at the memory, thrusting his bikinis at me luridly.  Then he dropped his fingers down to outline his up-thrusting fuckstick lengthwise, pausing to outline the ridge around his cockhead.

"So right then and there, I made a pact with myself to have a body just like his," he swooped his giant arms up in an arc and flexed everything he had at me.  His wifebeater stretched to the max, his nipples pressing out the thin cloth.  I stared into his deep, hairy pits--at gleaming triceps, bulging biceps--at striated deltoids, wedgy lats.  His shirt rode-up his delineated abs, his swooping intercostals narrowing to the sexy vee of that sex-crammed bikini, so full of hard cock and bouncing balls, it looked like a banana and two oranges slung in a tiny hammock, curly black hair puffing out the top.

"Do I turn you on, Jensen?"

"More than you can ever know," I managed to say.

He smiled, and went into a hand-clasping side pose, his chest expanding, his triceps punching out, his stomach sucked-in, his pouch thrusting mightily.  "Enough posing?" he asked.  "My dick can't take much more of this..."

"Neither can mine," I stood up, facing him.

"God," he breathed.  "--except for not having hair on your chest, you’re a dead ringer for Kyle the Lifeguard."

I felt up my glistening, wet pecs, thrumming the nipples with my thumbs.  "You disappointed? --that I don't have hair?"

"Oh fuck, no," he said quickly.  "That golden bush of yours is plenty to play in!  Beside, I've got enough on my tits for both of us."

I smiled and pushed my wet jockeys down to show off my sexy pile of tightly-coiled curls.  And he stared at my angel-haired bush, then absently hooked his thumb down to expose his own thick, black, cock-carpet.

"This is hot," I said, "--showing off our stud bushes..."

"Show me your cock, man," he said, eyes glittering.  "I want to see your hard cock..."

It bounced out of the top of my jockeys like a sprung tiger, twitching in the air.

"Shit, that's so hot," he stared.  "--now your balls..."

They tumbled down, grazing my hairy thighs.

"Fat, bigass BALLS," he murmured, seemingly unaware of freeing his baseball-bat-of-a-cock.

"Monster Cock," I whispered.

He smiled, then really let it go.  It lurched and swung stiffly at a lurid angle, nearly a whole foot above his hairy forest.  It was unreal.

"--ready for some BALLS?"  He took my slack, open-mouthed stare as a 'yes' and slid his bikinis down to reveal the hairy drapery of those heavy ultra-male kiwis.

He stood there in just his tank top--big-balled, hard-cocked—his black-hairy crotch on display--making him look like a half-dressed Greek god.  His fingers bent down the entire length of his up-thrust cock, then let it snap up to smack his belly.  Then, spreading his hairy thighs, he swung his heavy-hung balls in lazy circles.

"Stud balls," I murmured.  "--killer balls."

"They're so big, I don't know how to keep them," he smirked.  “…have to wear a jock all the time, man.  We should find an island somewhere--just go around cock-swinging, ball-hanging nude!"

I visualized us strolling among palm trees and ocean surf, our maleness hanging-free between our legs--the sun making our bushes twinkle in the vee of our husky thighs.  We'd stare as we walked, till our cocks grew full and speared outward, ready to make love to one another all over again.

When I looked up, he was free of his wifebeater, his giant pecs like hairy mountains--the ripe nipples standing out from their wide-circled dusky pink areolas like baby cocks--and he flexed his sex-swollen tits, then ran his fingers through the soft, black, pec-forest.

I saw his other hand drop down and weigh his male peaches.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" he asked, voice quiet, gravelly.

I waded towards him, my hot cock swaying with each step.  "I don't want to fuck you.  .... I want to make love to your cunt," I said.

His voice dropped down to almost a whisper.  "...with your big cock?"

"Yeah," I said, making it flex and buck.  "With my big, hard cock..."

He turned his back to me and planted his hands out over the deck.

Now, probably to some, a small, smooth butt is their idea of perfection.  To me, though, his big-cheeked, hairy soccer-balls--with that deep, fleecy furrow--looked like the most masculine, fuckable thing on earth—a real stud’s butt.

I breathed deeply, then let his black fuzz tickle my ultra-alive cockhead.  A riot of feeling erupted across my knob till cock honey sluiced out the gaping mouth and candied along his deep crack, smoothing the feathery hairs, diving both of us mad.

"Awww, fuck me, Jordie--SHIT...." he husked.

"You want my lifeguard COCK, Danny?" I teased, poking at his resisting slit.

"Yeah," he muttered, "--you know I do, Jordie, I need you inside me, you blond stud..."

As much as we both wanted exactly that, I had to crouch down first--had to worship and kiss and lick those hot furry, muscular globes.  The second my lips touched that velvety muscle, I craved that big-assed Coach like an addict!  I drove my whole face into his deep crevasse, tongue-lashing his winking hole.  I wanted my face trapped inside forever--to be held captive by those muscular globes, that sexy, sexy as fuck hot ass!

I speared my mouth-muscle deep inside.

"Ohhhh, my hole, tongue-fucking my needy hole!" he moaned.

His words enflamed me, drove me deeper--my hands trying to pry that tight valley apart.  My fingers found the exotic tenderness of his cleft, inner thighs—his hair-feathered taint--where the soft ballskin began--where the root of his cock was buried.  And I massaged into it, then pulled his flopping balls up to my lips and chewed the soft skin.

He wagged his big butt in my face, tossing it wildly, till I bent his rigid cock downwards to drool and slurp at the giant head.  It snapped out of my fingers, slapping his hard belly.  "FUCK me," he shouted, "--you gonna FUCK ME????..."

"Yeah," I stood up, letting a drool of saliva fall onto my knob. "You sure are impatient..."

"IMPATIENT?  Jesus Christ!..."

And I spread his clenched cheeks with my hands--and plowed into his juiced-up slit till half my hot cock rode up his steamy tunnel in one horny lunge.

"UUUHHHhhhh!" he groaned.  "Just....just, hold it....."

I was in--my thighs trembling against the backs of his own--my cockbush tufted against his cheeks--my eyes seeing dots.  I fell onto his back, my fingers clamping over his shoulders, my cock locked in the furnace of his love tunnel.  I licked and kissed his shoulder blades, moaning along with him.

"You're bigger than fucking WYNN," he groaned.  "Oh God, play with my tits or something..."

My arms could barely circumference his massive torso, but my hands found his meaty pecs which jostled into my palms.  And I thrilled at their hairy thickness, my thumbs strumming his rivet-like nipples.  It made my cock swell inside him, the heat of his steamy ass almost too much to bear.

"God DAMN, your ass is tight!" I moaned.

“Not as tight as yours, baby.”  He slowly began using it to milk my cock—the feeling wild--maddeningly erotic.

My hands slid from his pecs down the ridges of his abs, my finger pausing to play inside his bellybutton before diving into his cockbush.  And I hooked my fingers at the juncture of waist and hips, and then slid my love-tortured rod out to the head.

"Ohhhhhh God," he moaned.

Seeking again that suctioning heat, I fed my rod back into his clasping hole.

"Ummmmph!" he moaned louder.  "Christ, what a COCK that is!"  He pushed back as I went forward, heightening the pleasure for me.  "Oh yeah," he said after a while.  “That’s it. Now go for it, baby. Fuck my stud ass!"

I bent my knees slightly for leverage--then began swinging my hips--slowly at first but picking up speed.  The beautiful cheeks pillowed my hips, jostling ripely when I drove it all home.  "This ass is BUILT for fucking," I moaned, the sensations rifling my cock too sexy for words.

"It's all YOURS now," he groaned.

"Sweet--so hunky and SWEET!"  Slapping sounds filled the night air, the turquoise glow of the tub rendering things dreamlike.

"--swore to God," he husked, "--swore the first guy to let me fuck him--" he moaned at my drilling dick, "--would have my ass for KEEPS!"

"I've lucked out," I panted.  "--hottest damn ass--biggest--badest...."  My hips pistoned, then jabbed, then spiralled my cock in-and-out, my balls slapping his.

"Oh God," I moaned.  "I'm close, man--REAL close!"

"Feels so GOOD," he moaned back, “--make it last!  Big, hard, blond gymnast COCK..."

God knows, I wanted to--wanted that tight hole to keep loving my dick forever--but it was too damn sexy--too friggin' much!  My balls gathered into a leathery fist, the hairs on them standing on end.  And my hips wouldn't slow down--my nipples bloating, making me rub them hotly as I tossed my head--my tongue falling out as I snorted and panted.

I wildly fumbled underneath to find his big cock.  It swelled in my grasp, making him suddenly rise fully up against my pumping torso.  He howled and took over his gigantic rod, fisting like crazy.  And his swinging hips did my work for me--fucking my cock, electrifying it--shorting the nerves.

"Oh JeeeeeezUS!" he yelled, his body quaking.

Thick spurts of jizz flew from his man-meat, his asshole throttling my dick.

I felt the blood rush from my face, then boil in my cock.  And then suddenly that building, dammed-up wall of urgent need suddenly caved as jets of sperm firehosed his guts.

I grabbed his body, my hips pounding, my cock exploding.  And he was gasping, cursing--his muscles turning to iron--as we orgasmed in breathy shouts, my hand grabbing his huge cock and squeezing it hotly.

Our bodies slammed together in endless spasms, and Dan fell forward--his arms grabbing the hot tub's edge--my cock suddenly popping free of his ass, lurching in the air, still spewing its load.  And then he was falling with a splash down onto the submerged ledge facing me, his giant legs spread.

I stood there in orgasmic heat--pumping the last of my cum, my big balls heaving--until I, too, collapsed beside him, feeling the swirling water surround and sooth my nerve-shorted fuckpole.

It took the chirping of birds to rouse us from our stupor—making Dan pull me up and half-carry me out onto the deck--both of us too tired to speak.  A faint glow lightened the starry sky as we silently towelled one another off and headed into the cabin for some much-needed sleep.

Turning from pulling down the blind, I found him flat out on his back, staring up at my body as I stared down at his own.  And I smiled, crawling in against him--laying my head on his flat, sexy stomach--breathing over his cockbush, never wanting the moment to end.

"I have my own place in the woods," the Coach said, his fingers combing through my damp, blond curls.

"Really?" I turned my head quickly to face him.

He smiled at my eagerness.  "--my 'gorgeous', little mobile home..."

"Wow," I said, realising the freedom this would bring us.

"No nosey neighbors," he added.  "Just my cat, 'Sphincter'."

"'SPHINCTER'?"

"Yeah," he laughed.  "--think you can handle it?"

I turned back, taking his fleshy cock in my hand, feeling its warmth and burrito thickness.  "I'm handling it already!"

He chuckled, his hard belly rising and falling while deep inside him I could hear his heart beating.  He felt warm and muscular, his hairy pecs like protective mountains.

"You into maybe moving in?"

I rose up on one elbow, staring into his eyes.  "I was going to move into one of the dorms..."

"A mobile home isn't a palace--but it wins hands-down over a dorm!"

I examined his face for more explanation, then gave up trying to figure him out.  "All because I let you fuck me?" I smiled.

He laughed, "Yeah!  That's the whole reason!"  He looked at me more seriously.  "It's because I want you too, Jordan..."

"Kiss me," I said--immediately feeling silly and childish--then felt those colossal arms reach down and pull me up against him, his whole mouth sealing over my lips, hairy pecs crushing against my chest.  It was a kiss like no other:  washing the whole lower part of my face, then chewing at my chin and nose, grabbing my entire jaw to suddenly stare into my eyes before trying to drill his tongue past my tonsils, all the while grunting and moaning as though wanting all of me all for himself alone.

Silly?  I should have said it sooner!

I looked at him when we both came up for air.  "Does this mean we're...."

"...Let's just find out what it means, ok?" he said as I lay my head on his furry, pillowing pecs.  “This is new to both of us, and so far I’m loving every fucking minute of it.”

The Coach's beating heart was all I heard after that, as he felt his way down my body until finding my balls.  He cradled them in his warm palm as I nuzzled into him and reached down to cradle his own hairy rocks in mine.  They were loose and heavy and generously-male.

 

And when I awoke, his huge arm was flung over my chest.  Bright sun shone around the edges of the blind, me staring at his tanned bicep--big as a football, heavy as a shotput--feeling his other hand still holding my balls.  And only then did I realise I had a major hardon happening between my naked legs.

My exploring fingers discovered the log of his own gargantuan cock--primed and ready for action--as I listened to the Coach's deep breathing, my hand travelling the whole length of his stud-sized tool.  It felt alive and very much awake, the thick vein along its silky-skinned surface pulsing against my fingers.

Suddenly he mumbled and turned on his side, facing me, eyes very much closed.  Free of his arm, I took tenderly-aroused delight in surveying his slumbering nakedness--his tremendous erection and draping, languid balls--the soft, lush forest of cockhair piled seductively in his muscular vee.

What was it, I wondered, that made me find another man such a heart-pounding turn-on?  Would I grow tired of sex with guys?  Even with a man like the Coach?

His dusky pink areoles were the size of silver dollars, with fingertip-sized tits staring back at me through the curls, and his thickly-mounded pecs made my mouth juice-up as everything—his biceps, the hair swirling around his bellybutton, the rise and fall of his flat, tanned belly, that huge, stud cock, and those fat, heavy balls—stoked my horny hunger.

I smiled at my doubt, for who wouldn't want to stare at--touch--fondle--kiss--play with--suck--a cock and balls like his?  Jesus Christ, even in sleep, it throbbed at me--it's open hole like a mouth--pulsing with maleness.  His fat balls washed over his thigh in a lusty pile, actually touching the mattress.  And I pictured them swinging between his legs, potent and erotic--the very essence of what it was to be a man in his prime.

I saw us back in his—and soon to be, our--forest hideaway, walking nude in the words, cocks scything ahead of us, balls swaying--him reaching down to fondle them nonchalantly, smiling as I watched his twinkling eyes so full of desire and yes, love.  God damn!  And from now on, I could play with him all I wanted!

He stirred, his dark-lashed eyes blinking at me.  "Hey," he whispered.

"Good morning, Daddy."

"You checkin' me out?"

"Dumb question!"

"You're hard as a fencepost..."

"Yeah?  Well, guess what?"  I smiled back.

He glanced down at himself.  "Oh.  You been playing around?"

I smiled more.  "--don't have to.  It seems to do fine all by itself."

"That's partly because I really, really have to pee..."

I sat up, throwing my legs over the edge of the bed.  "So do I."

"What say we do it outdoors?"  He stood up, his cock nearly hitting my chin.

We stood naked, blinking in the sun--surrounded by the rustling maples and pines--our feet chilled by the dewy grass, our erections stiffening even more as the cool breezes blew across them.

The Coach's chest hair shone in the dappled sunlight as we walked side-by-side, his godlike cock tocking proudly almost a foot from his bushy vee--heavy balls swaying--thighs like a stallion's.

He took my hand, gazing down at my own twitching rod.  "You're one beautiful dude, Jordie," he said.

Our urges taking hold, we stopped in the very middle of the sun warming yard--put our hands on our hips—grunted, flexed our internal muscles, and watched our erect dicks fountain-out arcs of liquid gold in the sun.  We crisscrossed our peeing streams playfully, laughing like young boys.

The Coach casually reached over to bounce and slap my cock free of its remaining drops, making me shudder deliciously.  And my hand couldn't completely circumference his girth, and he laughed to see me try.  And then as if by silent agreement, we just walked about, proud-cocked and grinning--happy being two nude guys with really big hardons--Dan's muscular pecs sporting two aroused, fingertip-sized nipples.

The October sun on our hard-cocked nudity was all the warmth we needed, my eyes memorizing his naked beauty as if somehow it wouldn’t last, and I needed to remember the sight.  We let our pulsing erections take us wherever they wanted to go, letting the rustling leaves speak for us while we drank in the carnal beauty of one another’s nakedness.

Stopped at the edge of a sharp drop down, he and I gazed at the hills and woods beyond, standing beside a single, commanding pine which oversaw the whole valley, sensing my unspoken hunger for him, Dan turned to me, “What do you need, baby?” his voice low and inviting.  “Do you need something?”

I paused a little, looking up into his rugged face, “I need your tits, Daddy.”

Looking down and deeply into my eyes, he just turned slightly, cupped his large palm behind my blond head and pulled my seeking lips onto his furry pec mountain to first lick and then kiss and then suck that swelling nub until it stiffened to twice its size and filled my needy mouth.  He grunted, me diddling it with my stiff tongue, then grunted again to feel me scrape it maddingly with my teeth to make it even stiffer; make it stand at attention like the proud, stiff hardon it was-- that sexy, beckoning, needy tit, that little soldier of a nub guarding the peak of his furry man mountain—those huge swells that screamed pure man as I pulled away and gazed on the heart-pounding majesty of all that naked, hard-cocked muscle.

He wasn’t about to let me escape, pushing me back in, then squeezing those two furry mountains and trapping half my face in the crease, helping me snuffle and snort and lick and kiss all the pecmeat I ever wanted, shaking my slobbering mouth between them, having them both at once!  Images filled my mind, of babies nursing, my teen self mirror-posing to see my chest progress, getting my tits even larger, even sexier-- then I’d even jerk off while fingering my nipples, pinching them, staring at them.  Being served up his hairy mountains like this—outdoors, our aching rods glancing off each other—me french kissing that pec valley, slobbering, drooling?  I mean fuck, men NEED tits—we all need mother’s tits, some go for women’s breasts, others, buddies’ pecs, while admiring our own and for sure, greedy for our lover’s hugely-full, nipple-blessed, hair-carpeted all-man, gorgeous tits.  I couldn’t get enough, smelling them, tasting them, chewing, gumming, licking and inhaling, wanting to stay there the rest of my life, greedy, needy, in love with them-- and at the same time, yes, increasingly now, with him as well.

Honing in on my horny wavelength and my vibrating body signals, my stud Daddy pulled away and backed himself against the trunk of that pine--crossed his legs at the ankles--flexed his tree-rubbing glutes and made that king cock flex out from its cock-bushed nest, those bulging balls plumping up beneath, the whole pornographically-erotic sight of his fur-blessed physique instantly igniting my own cum-clogged balls to send a river of cock candy pouring from the flared spout of my achingly-hard cock.

I dropped to my knees in the grass, unable to stand much more, unable to leave my hardness alone any longer, tongue hanging out, on the very verge of just grabbing my aching cock in both fists and cumming over the gorgeous sight of his naked physique with its raging hardon posed against that tree purely for my carnal, cum-producing pleasure. 

So in tune with my wild-eyed lust and knowing I was about to pop my cork merely from ogling his raw display, Daddy Dan moved forward to my kneeling self, straddling my shoulders and lowering his lewdly full lovesacs, letting them fall and flop all over my panting face as I laved, tongued, kissed, snuffled his sexy hang, then raised my fingers to ladle each into my ravenous mouth.  Saliva fountained over each skin-blessed orb, me so starved for his entire being, I just wanted to push each one right down until I swallowed them whole.

His hand came down to gently free them from my mouth while crouching more to then let me feel the heat of his muscular globes parting and spreading over my upraised face, with me snorting and tongue-spearing his clenched little twat, my hands kneading and massaging his furry cheeks, his freshly-showered divide smelling of pure man, a scent I couldn’t get enough of, my face rubbing up into him, wanting that hot ass like it was my forever home.

But then he was pulling away to then lie beside me, face flushed, eyes slitted in passion, lips wet.  So over-heated now my cock was juicing and bucking, I looked at those gorgeous nipples and felt a tremor go through me.  “Oh God.  Oh God, How can I live with you?" I panted.  "I'll be hard like this every single minute!"

"I was thinking that very same thing," he stared down at my twitching rod. 

Willing myself to breathe and seek a diversion from his constant visual turn-on, I said, "Do you live in a trailer park?"

I watched his great, lightly-haired abs dimple seductively as breathed. "The mobile home was my grandfather's hunting place—so its no palace, but it's on its own land--and well in from the road," he explained.  "There’s no one within a good mile of the place--only problem is, there aren't any stores nearby, so if we forget to shop, we're out of luck for dinner!"

I playfully cupped my balls up at him.  "You can always snack on these!”

His eyes locked on my handful of goodies.  "You make me crazy, Jordie...."

"You're so hot, Daddy."  My eyes ran over his furry pecs, down his abs, to that rich delta of hair wreathing his enormous cock.  "I want to make you happy!”  I leaned in nosing into his chest hair.  "--know what I'm gonna do, Daddy?" I whispered, tonguing his right tit.

He didn't answer, just moaned softly when I pushed my face into his hairy pecs and nuzzled them.

".... I’m going to suck that giant cock of yours," I said.  "All of it."  I stared at its hugeness.  "Every muscular inch!"

"Oh God," he said in anticipation.

"--cuz I'm the only guy who's willing to take it," I nibbled at his flexing abs, rubbing my nose into his sexy bellybutton, then pushing my face into his luscious cockbush.  "--the only guy who CAN do it..."  I brushed my lips over his polished cockhead.  "...who WANTS to do it!"

He squirmed beneath me like a Cheetah in the sun.

Knowing better what it took, I pried his formidable love rocket straight up, yawned open my mouth, angled my head, and then sword-swallowed the humongous thing.  And his fists grabbed at the grass, breath whooshing out his lips.  And my throat gagged at first, then watered-up and vacuumed-in his ten-inch dick.

I willed my throat to relax—and because this was the cock of my dreams, I was determined to make it feel right, feel doable, and the sheer acrobatics involved made me expect cheering applause, or to be handed a trophy.  I mean, his cockhead was massaging places I’d never felt before.

Saliva welled-up from nowhere, basting his tremendous cock, making the impossible, possible.  And once I'd throated the whole of it, satisfying my egoistic pride, I began enjoying myself over the two-thirds I could more satisfyingly and more easily handle.

I levered my upper body to bob up-and-down, using my lips to lubricate the circumference.  And my tongue felt the bloated vein, explored the muscular shaft, flicked at the lip of his flared cockhead.  And the feelings raced from my tongue straight down to my balls, like I was somehow sucking my own delicious dick!

I only wanted more--more cock, more muscle, more hairy power--as I worshipped my Daddy Dan’s virility.

"Oh fuck--oh fuck--oh God!" he moaned.  "My cock--my big, hard COCK...."

My tingling balls ignited my swollen eight-incher, making it lurch between my spread thighs--making it seek, in vain, for a mouth of its own.  So I kept on sucking while slowly maneuvering my legs around and then behind his head.

"UUUHhhhh," I moaned, feeling him suddenly lick at my balls, waves of sensation prickling over my aching cock.  And his rough chin nuzzled my tender bag, making me suck his dick like crazy in response.

I felt him groan over my hugely turned-on rod, making me jump when he suddenly tongued the slick, polished head.  "Fuck!" I shouted against his cock, seeing stars, the feelings impossible to handle.  So utterly horny, the slightest touch sent me into orbit, and then my dick was enveloped in a moist warmth, sliding into his mouth like its second home.

He sucked it like the man he was, while toying with my balls like the horny boy he'd been.

His own balls fell between his hairy thighs to the lawn, and I gathered them in my hand as I snorted over his mouth-stretching cock.  I flopped them around, then came off his dick with a loud 'pop' and shovelled one into my mouth.

It was huge and potent and sexy and masculine.  I shuddered to feel him do the same to mine--his lips defining the size of my smooth orb--his tongue teasing it, his mouth sucking and caressing it.  And we copied each other--abandoning our attempts to squeeze both into our inadequate mouths--returning to stare at the hairy sight before us, licking at cock and balls alike, then sucking cock as if afraid the huge things would get snatched away.

I moaned at the sensations--the hand-in-glove feeling of my cock in his wet mouth--the feeling of his hugeness hugged by my throat.  And our hips began feeding one another's gullets—stuffing needy dickmeat into willing wetness--seeking satisfaction, seeking that awful, wonderful trigger.

Cocksucking alone wasn't going to do it.  He knew it, and I knew it.  And knowing very well what WOULD, I pulled out of his lips.  Panting like a dog in heat, I rose up and then kneeled my way up his torso and squatted over his surprised face.

"Lick my gymnast ass," I said.  "Get it all wet..."

I didn't wait for an answer, simply sat down as a muffled groan escaped his mouth--as a steamy warmth hit my tender slit.

 "Oh yeah--oh yeah," I muttered.  "Get it ready!  OPEN my hot cunt!"  I bounced into his muscular, spearing tongue.

It was juicy, it was unreal--his cock-of-a-tongue drilling my needy slice--my hard cock twitching, my balls slapping his forehead.  And my rosebud twat began hungering for something a whole lot more substantial.

"C'mon, Coach," I fell onto my back in the grass, raising my legs.  "Fuck me!"

He didn't hesitate this time, rolling over onto his knees-- leaning forward to spit on and lick my winking hole--and then nudged his fat cockhead into my portal.  And hell, but it was like fire--like a fist poking up my butt!  My eyes watered, yet I refused to cry out.  And I waited in agony until his thick-lipped corona snapped past my stretching asslips.

"Jesus Christ," I whispered.

He was looking down at me, passion glittering in his thick-lashed eyes.  "It's in," he breathed.  "Sometimes I wish I had..."

"....NO," I tried to smile.  "I'm GLAD it's big--just.... it’s just the head that..."

"...I know," he kept the first two inches buried while leaning forward to kiss me.  And I felt up his hairy pecs with my fingers, relaxing into this strength.  And my asshole clamped his shaft like an O-ring, the pain gradually easing.

My fists got lost in the hairy wells of his armpits, my knuckles rubbing his inner biceps.  "Two more inches," I whispered, and then held back a gasp as more cock entered my ass.  And his thighs were trembling, trying to obey his own desire to be gentle.

I nodded up at him, and half his cock suddenly pried apart my tunnel.  And I felt my balls elongate--my own cock suddenly losing its hardness--and then his blunt-nosed knob bumped something that made me gasp in wonder, my balls instantly swelling, my cock tingling with new life.

Warmth spread deep into my ass.  "Oh yeah," I smiled, "...that’s my spot!  That feels so GOOOOD!"

He moaned and poked that walnut-sized buzzer, watching me swoon against the lawn in ecstasy.   "OOOooh, MAN!" I gushed.  "Oh yeah!  Fuck my spot!  FUCK it!"

And he prodded past that hot-wired button--entering a kink in my bowels--and my eyes squeezed shut as I breathed deeply and rubbed my knuckles over his fur-ringed nipples, until my inner tension eased, and his huge cock burrowed completely inside.

"Holy fuck," I breathed.

"...maybe I should..."

"No," I winced.  "Just let me be for a minute..."

And his abs were flexing--his whole body trembling, his hips planted against my raised ass--his cockbush scrubbing my cheeks.  And then another wave of warmth spread deep inside me, so beautiful that I wondered where the pain suddenly went.

"Kiss me," I moaned, pulling his bullneck down with both arms.

His furry tits rubbed against my smooth skin, and I sucked in his tongue like a second cock to have all of him inside me.  And he moaned into my mouth when I began milking his buried cock with my butt muscles.

It felt sexy as hell--that enormous fullness being masturbated by my ass--and I expected him to get into gear and ride me like a cowboy.  But he didn't, and instead planted his elbows on either side of my head and kissed me with such passion, my lips sparked and tingled.

And each time I pulled my ass outward, he just as slowly drove his cock in to meet it, and the sensuous strokes were exotically sexy--as though I'd traded my asshole for a cock--as though he was fucking my whole body.  And his furry tits rubbed my smooth chest with an erotic friction--and he purposely used his tight stomach to masturbate against my raging rod.

With the Coach's tongue washing my mouth, his whole body rocking over mine--with that cock-of-cocks exploring my hidden places--I felt tremendously powerful, like I could conquer the world!

"I love you," he said hoarsely, diving back into my mouth.  And then, as though to make his point, he purposely angled his dick to thump my swollen gland.

I shuddered against him violently, grasping his biceps, my eyes flying open.  And he pulled his cock nearly out of my clasping ass, then calculatingly bludgeoned my butt buzzer again.

"Umphh," I expelled, only to have him massage it with his giant knob--making me shake beneath him--my balls suddenly swelling, currents of sexual alarm and thrill racing up my thighs.

"Oh Jesus," I whispered against his unshaven jaw.  "Jesus Christ!"

Still kissing me, his lower body swung with an insistent, urgent rhythm--prodding my prostate, egging it over the edge—our bodies smacking the grass, travelling in lusty heaves, as he slowly, yet relentlessly fucked my ripened gland.

It felt bruised, punished--while craving more--and so too, my cock--massaging itself against his belly--warned me it couldn't handle much more friction.  And I thrashed against his muscles, nearly biting his tongue, groaning into this throat.

"Let's do it," he said, rising-up to then evacuate my crazed, hungry ass, his enormous piece evacuating with a wet 'pop'.  "I want to watch them!..."

Mouth open, I stared at his lust-empurpled cock as it throbbed over my torso--monstrously hard--the head wet and drooling.  And he grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand into his steamy vee, making me latch onto his pulsing pole, erratically milking and fisting.

He moaned lustily, taking hold of my own, making me whimper in anticipation, making my cock turn to granite.  And my asshole was spasming, sending off sparks, wondering where its huge lover went.

"Slow--slow.." he angled closer-in.  "Make it last..."

Tortured sexual currents electrified my cockbush and puckered-up my balls.  And, quelling my pounding heart, I breathed more deeply and milked his silky-skinned, huge, hotly-hard cock with long, loving strokes.  And his balls slapped sensuously--his abs flexing at the feelings.

And I bent Coach Daddy's stiffness down, while he levered mine up, the two bulbs smearing pre-cum over their glassy, nerve-studded surfaces.

"Ohhhhhhh," we both moaned, staring at the sex-swollen mouths.

He hunched himself lower, capturing both rods with two hands-- mine screaming to feel his squeezed against it--the sensation beyond eros, beyond endurance.  And I stared in fascinated agony as he fucked both cocks with his fists--as he drooled his saliva down to slicken them up.  "Oh fuck, that's hot," he husked.  "--so fuckin' hot!"

And my hands balled into fists to feel his huge balls rubbing my own--as his cockbush tangled into my blond pile--as his muscular fingers masturbated our sex-horny dicks.

And he sensed the moment--felt it build--his hands pumping harder.  And my head fell back to the ground, then lifted back up to stare at the sight.  And his biceps ballooned, his hairy pecs jostling, his fists a blur of frictioning heat.  And our balls were slapping together, our trembling thighs signalling release.

"Oh no…oh God…oh fuck!" he said, and suddenly throttled our expanding shafts.

My thighs clamped over his waist as my inner wave crested and broke.  "UUUUGGGhhhhh!" I cried, jizz thundering from my cockmouth as his took aim and fired, hot cream sailing over my face.  And we seized and shouted, cum shots splatting, bodies heaving, clasped cocks bucking.

He milked out more.  And jizz slid down my stomach and pooled in my heaving navel.  Hot stripes of it landed on my chest, and the sight of our two, pulpy knobs, pressed together, cocklips spewing, made us unleash even more--more sperm, more hot cream.

It was endless.  And my mind shut down, leaving me in a world of cocks and balls--a universe of naked muscle--electrocuted, paralyzed, drowned in ropey stripes of steamy cum.  And the avalanche shuddered through me, leaving me dazed and gasping for air.

And then he was completely on top of me--my legs wrapping over his back--and like a lion, he licked my face, his tongue-swipes lapping our co-mingled cream, our bellies panting.

Sliding together, coated with slippery manmilk, his kisses tasted male, the carnality of it prolonging my orgasmic shivers.

Time seemed to stop, his hairy muscles crushed against my torso, and I nosed into the Coach's damp armpit, my whole face rubbing into the hairy power of it.  And I licked at his inner bicep, seeking even more of his loving strength, wanting to lie in his arms eternally.

We shared the shower, laughing at the absurdity of trying to maneuver our he-man bodies in the little space.  And my soapy cock and balls flopped against his, my fingers sliding up into his inner, hairy thigh-crease.

Still naked, we did a huge laundry and tidied things up.  And then, taking advantage of neither of us having school obligations the next day, he helped me move into his woods-surrounded mobile home.

Lying that night in my Coach Daddy’s arms, I listened to his lumbering breath, my hand buried in his crotch, cradling his balls.  And the overwhelming feeling swelling my love-satiated heart was simply one of feeling that I was now the luckiest man in the whole, love-needy world.

And you know what?

 

I still fucking am!