A gay story: Naked Gymnast Weekend – Pt. 05 “Naked Gymnast Weekend” – Part Five
Before I knew it we were all stumbling down the hall, out onto the deck and sloshing back into the hot tub. The hot water revived my flagging cock, Tony’s tight ass leaving it all tingly and wanting a rest.
Only Mark and the Coach stood there with full-blown erections–not having had the chance to unleash their loads–watching us wobble about in a post-orgasmic stupor. And even when Chico, Tony, Tommy and I finally sat on the edge, catching our breath, the Coach and Mark still stood defiantly in the middle of the tub, cocks proud and twitching in neglect.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, pal,” Coach Dan said, eyeing Mark’s beefy, hot-nippled pecs.
Mark nodded while massaging his very pink butt, with Coach noticing the brush-cut jock’s wary eyes as Mark stared at the biggest, most fearsomely throbbing, vein-roped erection he’d ever seen–or hoped to see–in his life.
“Don’t worry, Wynn–I’m not gonna fuck you,” Coach Dan Coach smiled. “I just want to blow my load and get some relief.” Mark’s muscles relaxed even as his tube-steak-of-a-cock swelled excitedly over the Coach’s reassurances.
“What do you feel like doing? I mean, we both need to unload, here….and these boys’ve already had their fun…”
“I dunno,” Mark breathed, eyes all over those massive, hairy pecs.
Coach Dan didn’t wait for Mark to finally make a move and simply locked an arm over Mark’s bullneck, leaned down, and took in half of Mark’s face with his mouth. Mark groaned and sucked Coach Dan’s tongue, his hands reaching up to squeeze all the thick pecmeat he ever dreamed of being allowed to fondle.
I watched their rigid cocks thump together, the sensations rippling through their muscular bodies. And Coach then mashed Mark’s face down between his mountainous pecs, making me envious, hearing Mark’s muffled, turned-on groans.
“I fucked that big, hairy ass,” Chico murmured, as if he couldn’t believe he’d been invited to do that very thing.
“How was it?” I asked, still overwhelmed by having just fucked Tony’s.
The Coach was dry-humping Mark’s abs, his asscheeks flexing and parting to show us his furry crease and dangling bull-sized balls.
“What do YOU think, man?” Chico grinned, all up for going at it a second time.
Mark somehow managed to climb out of the Coach’s arms, and quickly came behind him, turning him till we could see his hands feeling-up that overly-muscled torso–jostling the Coach’s meaty tits, running up-and-down his furry abs–digging-down into that thick pile of cockhair to tease the Coach’s fully-erected, horse-sized cock in our direction.
“Oh God,” the Coach swooned at us. “Look at you boys– staring at my big, hard cock!”
Mark reached under and grabbed the Coach’s balls below his husky thighs, fumbling them out at our ever-eager eyes, plopping them for our pleasure.
“Awww, SHIT,” Chico stood up, his banana-sized cock flopping around half-full in the turquoise glow of the tub.
The Coach rubbed his big ass against Mark’s hot meat while smiling at Chico. “You look about ready to fuck me again,” he said, watching Chico’s hose bob higher, stiffening as it twitched and jerked.
Chico swayed his small hips, making his unwieldy fuckpole even more obscene. “You liked it, huh, Coach? Liked having this South American cock up your hairy hole?”
The Coach seemed too proud to reply, his dark, glittering eyes answering for him.
But Mark wasn’t about to give Chico the chance, angling his hips to suddenly pry the Coach’s cum-lubed asslips apart.
“UNNgggh,” the Coach’s torso bent forward, his mouth slack. “What th’ fuck…..?”
“Oh, Jesus!” Mark moaned, his face looking as stunned as the Coach’s. And we watched the blond jock’s hips sink half his abnormally-thick cock into the Coach’s juiced-up butt.
“GodDAMN, Wynn!” Agony seemed to grip the Coach’s features, his Herculean muscles tensing-up.
Unable to stop himself, Mark’s hands gripped the Coach’s narrow hips and drove home the whole of his pulsing porkroll. “Holy fuck!” Mark’s eyes were huge. “My cock…it’s….”
“Don’t fucking move!” the Coach ordered, jerking his head around at Mark. “You’re ripping me in fuckin’ HALF!”
For a minute no one seemed to know what to do, least of all Mark Wynn. He stood behind the bent-over Coach, staring down at his dark-blond bush mashed against the swells of that amazing, muscular ass.
Only Chico seemed to know what would help, coming down into the tub to brush his lush, full bag of nuts over the coach’s uplifted face. “Oh YEAH,” the Coach nosed into the furry hang of soft, tender skin. Chico bent his rigid cock down to wipe it all over the Coach’s tanned brow, his legs trembling excitedly. And the Coach began snuffling and slurping, while his ass slowly started milking Mark’s buried dork.
“Oh–oh God,” Mark whimpered, watching his turgid rod reappear, then slowly rebury itself. For a long while Mark looked dazed–like he’d gotten himself into more than he could handle. But then his jock self took over, hips shovelling that needy, seeking, whopper-of-a-cock in-and-out of the Coach’s swallowing ring of fire. And Mark threw back his head and hollered incoherently, his hips settling into a sexy rhythm.
The lusty jock broke into a devilish grin, disbelieving his luck, beginning a lewd tango with his lower body–rotating, spiraling, dancing his rigid chunk into the ripe swells of that full, muscular, furry beachball of an ass.
Tony kept eyeing Chico’s own upturned ass, his Italian meat growing thicker between his husky thighs. Tommy sat on my other side, open-mouthed at Mark’s fucking of Coach Dan.
I reached over to play with Tommy’s swollen nipples, which grew like ripe berries when I thumbed them. And the cute boy smiled at me, then dug his hand down to pet and gently play in my super-soft, blond cockbush, making my whole crotch tingle.
Tony climbed down to glide his hard cock along Chico’s asscrack, while Chico watched the Coach licking and kissing his cock and balls. And without giving Tony a word or a nod, backed-up and bent over, spreading his tight cheeks, exposing his winking little slice.
This made Chico and the Coach begin a slow, wet kiss, as each of them was bent at the waist and were face-to-face. And Tony wasted no time, pausing only to let a drool of spit fall onto his cock before nudging past Chico’s clasping slit, then gradually getting a whole half of the huge thing inside Chico’s perfect, pert butt.
“Awwwh, SWEET!” Tony grinned over at Mark, who responded by giving the Coach’s ass a ringing smack. And the two began fucking like they’d done nothing else their whole, gymnast lives!
By this time, Tommy and I grew far too hot to simply watch.
Not really sure what I was doing, I pushed him backwards onto the decking, then dove down to suck his hard, pink, eighteen-year-old cock.
Not wanting to deprive him, I swung my lower body up over his face, dangling my heavy balls above his eyes. And the next thing I felt were his sweet, cupid lips trying to stretch over my super-sensitive cockhead.
Soon we were moaning along with everyone else, our throats stuffed with cock, our heads swinging up-and-down between our spread thighs.
I paused in my cocksucking to crane my neck back to catch the action inside the tub–watching Mark and Tony’s hips pistoning–their balls flopping and slapping those spread asscheeks.
Tommy shifted his mouth to try swallowing my heavy balls–laving them with his saliva–and I groaned and mindlessly dove down to slobber his own juicy boyballs, the sweet nuggets sliding in and out of my hungry mouth.
Water began sloshing the sides of the tub, signalling a fury of heady, lust-crazed fucking. And not wanting to miss it, Tommy and I got up on our knees–reaching our hands across to fist one another–watching Mark go into convulsive shock, his mouth opening in horny wonder, his face turning red, his chest expanding, as his hips simply locked upwards against the Coach’s hard, round ass.
Seeing this, Tony began pumping like mad into Chico, until the big Italian stud suddenly quaked all over, shuddering, gasping, and then flooding Chico full of his hot, thick jizz. The gusher oozed out the base of Tony’s cock, dribbling over Chico’s balls to fall into the swirling tub.
Chico rose up, Tony’s rod still deep inside, and pumped his rigid Latin cock over the Coach’s uplifted face. Howling with fevered joy, the little, muscular Latino’s dark body rippled and flexed as thick spurts of cum roped over the Coach’s open mouth.
Tony levered his hips as Chico shuddered against him, his hands toying with Chico’s chesty nipples, chewing at his earlobe.
Ripe as Tommy and I were, the utter maleness–the athletic, carnal display of flogging balls, flying jizz and heaving, muscular bodies–made us do nothing other than stare as we jacked, our excited rods drooling pre-cum all over the deck.
The quartet in the tub fell into the water in post-orgasmic, panting gasps–all except the Coach, who once again stood there with a stallion-sized, neglected erection. And his massive body glistened seductively, chest hair twinkling across his killer pecs, nipples bloated with lust, his cock looking twice its enormous size.
“Goddamn it,” he glowered, looking right at me.
I blinked at him, wondering what I’d possible done to warrant such a look.
“I suppose you think it’s probably YOUR turn to fuck my big hot ass, too, huh, Jensen?” he said. “–everyone else has!”
I shook my head dumbly, looking at his roaring hardon and cum-swollen balls.
“I can’t blow off with a cock up my butt…” he growled in frustration.
“–don’t worry,” I reached my arm out, hoping he’d come over.
He looked at me–so handsome in his upset–first ducking down to wash himself clean, then scythe his gigantic, naked rod towards me; and I stood up to greet him as he came up out of the water onto the deck.
“Do you, um…you want to fuck me, Coach?” I asked, trying to hide my nervousness but wanting to solve his frustrations.
Coach Dan tossed a wet curl off his brow, and backed-up so that both of us could openly view the truly Olympian proportions of his gargantuan piece. “Maybe a guy like Wynn thinks he can plow a guy’s ass without asking,” he said quietly, “…but let’s face it, Jensen–as built as you are–” he looked at my solid physique admiringly, “–we both know you aren’t gonna be able to handle this Bad Boy up your rearend!”
I breathed out a sigh of relief. After all, I was still a virgin–Tommy and I being the only ones left who hadn’t yet been royally broken in. “I could try, though, Coach,” I insisted gamely.
His tremendous cock swelled at my words. “Aww, fuck! –just you sayin’ that makes me go nuts, man.” A burble of clear syrup juiced out his big, open cock mouth, then dripped off the end lip of the giant, pulpy head.
“I’m so horny for you, Coach,” I whispered. “You’re so beautiful, all hot and hard and horny!”
“Jesus Jensen, you blond stud! FUCK,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “Play with my big fat balls, man. Do whatever the fuck you want. Just don’t…”
I looked at those swaying, ultra-male beauties and nearly did reach down to have them in my tingling fingers. But then I glanced at Tommy, Chico, Mark and Tony.
“Hey, Coach,” I said so that only he would hear, “–how about we go inside? Just you and me….”
“C’mon,” he grabbed my bicep and a towel.
All the beer we’d drunk made things feel dreamlike as we found ourselves looking at the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, the little lamp on the dresser throwing obscene shadows of our two, lancing erections onto the pine wood walls.
The Coach looked into my blue eyes, then back at the bed, towelling himself dry.
“It’s okay, Coach,” I said. “You just lie down,” I pushed him gently. “It’s time someone did something for you, after how you shared yourself so selflessly tonight.”
“Oh, yeah,” he sighed–easing his two-hundred-thirty-five pounds of pure muscle on the bed–lying there on his stomach, watching me go to retrieve some lotion I found in the bathroom.
Straddling his amazingly slim hips, I lowered my heavy balls to brush across his furry, muscular globes. The tender whisps on my big nuts skimmed the silky, black down along his cleft, sending horny shivers through us both.
His beefy body was so warm and inviting against my spread thighs.
“Oh fuck, Jensen, your balls–all over my big, hairy ass!”
I flopped them across those muscular swells–making my hard cock buck and lurch in the golden light–then sat back in the saddle and drizzled lotion up his muscle-indented spine, and into the sexy Y at the top of his full, furry cheeks.
Using both hands, I leaned into the sweeping fan of his enormous back, my fingers luxuriating in the play of his pliable, interlacing muscles.
“Oh God, Jordie,” he whispered, “–feels so fuckin’ good, man!”
“Big stud Coach,” I husked, really pressing my weight into the power under my slippery hands. “–letting me feel up your naked stud body.” And I worshipped the fanned beauty of his incredible lats, then dug my fingertips down inside the warmth of his cavernous, hair-blessed pits.
His ass squirmed under my weight, the erotic hills thumping my balls. And I dribbled lotion on my fat nuts, then flopped them all over his beautiful round butt, grinding my hips, then riding my slickened cock up the valley of his back.
“Jesus, Jensen,” Coach Dan whispered hotly–and suddenly he was rolling over beneath my spread thighs–my big-headed rod arching above his thick, hairy tits, his handsome face staring up at it.
“What a stud cock,” he said, his warm breath washing over my glistening, lotion-slick shaft.
So turned-on I couldn’t speak, I leaned forward to push his thick pecs together, then dove my big-headed meat down into the muscular crease, tit fucking those hairy hills. Moaning together, his head lifting from the pillow to watch my pulpy cock tunnel between those meaty mountains, I levered my hips till the flaring, snorting thing bumped his cleft chin. The riot of sensations made me gasp and tremble.
“Oh yeah,” he sighed, staring cross-eyed at my mushroom-headed throbber. “So fucking, fucking hot!”
Knowing what he wanted, I slid my knees into his hunky armpits to then teabag my hefty balls all over his full, panting lips, making him mad with lust, licking, snuffling, electrifying my velvety lovesacs, making them suddenly gather into a puckered fist.
My breathing quickened–the Coach sliding down to then lift his face up into my spread ass, planting a wet, suctioning liplock over my winking, hungry, virgin hole. And I moaned to the skies, using my hands to spread my round butt further over his slurping mouth, till he suddenly speared his muscular tongue right into my tender, clenching, cherry twat.
“OOOhhh,” I groaned, tossing my head, reaching back behind me to find and squeeze his vein-laced shaft, making him jump beneath, his tongue diving deep–and I howled at the thrills, needing him more, making him suck my tiny slit till it opened and clenched in needy heat. “Oh, FUCK!” I yelled hoarsely, sliding down his furry torso, bumping my cheeks against his blunt-nosed whopper. “You gotta now, Coach–GOTTA,” I trembled, reaching back there to aim him where I needed him most.
“Jesus,” he stared at me. “Where’s that lotion? –don’t you know?…you can’t just…”
I frantically twisted my torso to find the bottle–nearly emptying it over his crotch and my ass–and with him fumbling down to prop up his slippery, ten-inch meat, I rose up on my haunches. “Look, baby,” his eyes, wide and searching, “Don’t be a hero–ease your way down the fucker!”
I panted, half listening, wanting nothing more than his Cock-of-Cocks up my thirsty cunt. I mean, after all, if his tongue felt that good…….
My eyes bulged–neck and face scarlet–instant sweat beading my brow. “Breathe, Jordie, Jesus,” he urged up at me. “Pretend you’re taking a dump–it’s the only way–squeeze out as I push in…” It felt like a motherfucking ear of corn!
I expelled my lungs and pushed out my asslips, letting them stretch, squatting to bump them further open–willing myself to breathe, getting my slit to relax and stretch, and then stretch more–then a little more, little more. Sinking down, the crown pushing up, knocking at the door, nudging my yawning hole, we grunted and midwifed that lubed-up pulpy knob till my cherry ring finally clamped over the flared lip and my eyes watered over the sensations.
I trembled, staring down at him for reassurance. “J-J-Jesus Christ,” I panted. “Jesus GOD….”
“Take it slow, baby. Holy Christ, but you’re tight!”
All the beer on earth couldn’t numb the pain, lust alone my anesthetic: my wanting him, needing him, having him.
And then Chico was suddenly in the doorway. “Santa Maria!” he stared.
“Oh God, Chico,” I said. “lube me up –quick!”
The hunky little man’s thick cock slapped his tumbling balls as he quickly grabbed the lotion and squirted it on my skewered ass.
“That’s it, Jordie,” he said. “Really ease your way down….”
He massaged my lower back while I willed myself to relax. And a warm, unexpected glow soothed my overwhelmed asshole, making me take in more, then more.
“Wow,” I said, sweat stinging my eyes. “I’m doing it!”
“You okay, Jordie?” the Coach looked hopefully up at me. I nodded, smiling weakly, then squatted to feel his cock nearly enter my throat. “Ohmygod,” I gasped, feeling his cockbush brushing my cheeks.
The Coach let out a shaky moan, so deep and full, the walls vibrated.
Chico stood beside me, his soft chorizo thickening and bobbing before my eyes. “Oh, yeah, Chico, handle that hot rod of yours for me–take my mind off things…”. I ogled his beautiful, deeply-tanned, black-bushy vee–at his thick, sexy meat as he plopped it against his palm, weighing its heaviness for my pleasure. “Want it?” he whispered.
“Oh yeah,” I stared at his naked, low-slung, swaying bag of balls–and as I reached-out to cop a feel, I rose up–half the Coach’s buried cock sliding out, the feeling too unique for words. “OOOooooh,” I moaned, waves of warmth tingling my hole.
“Oh Jesus,” the Coach blew out a stream of air. “–you’re fucking my big fucking COCK!”
Slowly, there was more pleasure than pain, making me rise till I felt the lip of his head resisting my clenching hole. Then, forgetting Chico’s advice, excitedly sat all the way back down. “UMPH!” I gasped, eyes popping to feel his hugeness tickle my guts.
I then knelt down, straddling his sides to find a new position.
He was moaning–his face full of awe. “No one’s taken it before! NO one,” he said. “Only you, baby–Jesus….”
Wanting more than ever to please both him and me, I kept it going, amazed at the incredible warmth–the erotic gushes of tingling heat deep inside my bowels!
Then his bludgeoning cockhead battered something I didn’t know I had, like an inner trigger, some sort of wall right against my balls, making them plump up and glow, making my softened-up cock suddenly thicken-up in horny heat between my legs.
“Play with my dick,” I panted down to the swooning Coach. “–get it all hard.”
My self-propelled fucking now had me aiming for that horny bullseye, that ball buzzer, that hardon-maker deep inside. “Oh yeah,” I chortled, loving the power of a huge cock up my cherry ass, Coach cradling my turned-on balls, stroking my swelling rod.
“Gimme some cock, man,” I stared at Chico. “I’m so horny now–so fucking horny!”
My thighs swung my body up-and-down the Coach’s bull dick, my mouth juicing, Chico feeding me Latin meat, my rhythmic swings making Chico fuck my sloppy mouth, making my balls flop the Coach’s hairy tits–making my own cock fuck his fist.
Reaching down to grab all the hairy pecmeat I could get, the Coach looked up in awe, “–thought I’d died and gone to heaven when you took me down your throat,” dark eyes full. “–know how many guys’ve swallowed my whole cock, man?”
I shook my head against Chico’s mouth-filling fucker.
“–NONE–not even quarterback Steve,” he fisted my hot hardon. “–and goddamn it, Jensen–you’re the first to take that oversized billyclub up your ass, too,” he said, face flushing with joy. “–never fucked nobody–ever! Oh, they’re quick enough to plow MY ass, man–but soon as I want to return the favor….” His eyes grew black and liquid. “Jesus, Jordie….” He seemed to choke-up all of a sudden, making me reach down–even as I kept-up my rhythm–to run my thumb over his sweet, lush lips.
And he took that thumb of mine into his hot mouth, sucking it like a big hard cock, making me nuts, making me want him so bad, my pistoning hips went into overdrive, making him nuts, too, plowing his torched-out, brute-of-a-cock deep inside. It slammed my boy buzzer, my hardon juicing, my balls swelling, my mind going blank, my mouth drooling, popping Chico’s thick dick free.
The bed creaking, the room steaming, grunting turning to groans, eyes slitting with lust, the Coach’s face went slack with passion, his head tossing, nipples distending, abs flexing. And I anchored my hands on his bicep boulders, driving my butt down to meet his up-thrusting hips.
Slapping sounds bounced from the walls, the aroma of mansex, muscle and lotion making Chico flog his dripping meat over my panting face. I stared at it cross-eyed, the Coach fisting my syrupy rod, my ballbag smacking his tits. And we moaned, then groaned, then babbled. “Cock–hot cock–up my ass!” I panted. “I think…I think I’m gonna…gonna! Jesus! –oh, Jesus, Coach! COACH!”
I froze, planted, plastered to his hips, his incredible club swelling in my guts, so deep, so alive and pulsing, pressing that walnut of need, my own hips tilting upwards as a current of orgasmic over-the-brink lightning jittered up my trembling, hand-squeezed cock.
“C-O-A-C-H!!!” Cum blew through the air, hitting the headboard.
“Jensen!” Coach Dan shouted, cock expanding, lurching inside, a fountain of warmth glugging my ass, filling my guts, my hard cock pumping more cream, his pumping more cream, Chico shuddering, unloading, splatting my face, cockhead purple, big balls flopping.
Shouts filled the cabin as the bed shook, our bodies seizing, spasming, flexing, jizzing, the room steamy with that aroma of raw male sex. And I fell onto the Coach’s chest, licking my own cum off his grizzled jaw, shuddering over his big, hairy tits, him kissing my damp, blond head, his bigass arms cradling my body.
Seeing this, Chico shook his juicy cock out its last drops, then tactfully and quietly left, closing the door.
“Oh, Jordie,” the Coach finally moaned, kissing my hair. “Oh, baby, baby,” he crushed me with those football biceps. I buried my face in his meaty pecs, their hairy power all I needed, all I craved. And his fat cock popped from my hole, sending a final tremor through our blissed-out bodies.
Cum oozed out my stretched butt, coating my balls, and my asshole felt hot and cold altogether.
“Jordie?”
“Yeah, Coach?”
“No, baby…not ‘Coach’. Not anymore.” He leaned up on his elbows to kiss me. “It’s just Dan to you, Jordie–or if you want, Daddy,” his full, soft, male lips pulled at mine, tugging them, then enclosing them, sealing them, having them as his.