“Fuckin’ stud,” my Dad growled, “–tryin’ to make me crazy? Huh??” He smacked Juan’s swells with his fists, the sound meaty and male. “HUH?” he smacked them again. “–turnin’ them boys queer…th’ way you did me???”
Juan’s fingers combed thru my Poppa’s chest hair like he was worshipping it–worshipping his muscletits–his ultra-male, manhair-carpetted, heavy-nippled mountains. “No one’s turnin’ no one nothin’!” Juan suddenly grabbed my Dad’s crotch with one hand. “You were like THIS, the second you laid eyes on me, man–you AND them boys!” We saw his fingers grasping what looked like a hammer, angling to the left of Steve’s fly. “Fuck! We’re just HORNY, Steve!” He roughly pulled open the copper button and rasped down the zipper. “See that? Now we’re ALL in ‘The Horny Club’!” he laughed.
“Wow!” Tom whispered. “Hear THAT???”
“Shhhh!” Jeb whispered loudly, making me punch his arm.
Poppa moaned to feel Juan’s expert fingers play with his hard cock through his jockeys. “Horny Club??? What’s a ‘horny club’?”
Juan chuckled as my Dad struggled with Juan’s tented jean-fly, trying to get at his thick, mounded tool. “The name Todd gave our naked fun-n-games out in th’ barn….”
“Me??? I didn’t name anything!” I huffed. “YOU did!” I looked at Tom, then did a double-take. “Hey! What are you DOING???” I whispered.
Tom had his shorts shoved down to his ankles, his hand wrapped around his soup-can, bonerized cock.
“What does it look like?” he smiled conspiratorially, showing off his mushroom knob, the dim light from the window making it gleam.
Their jeans off, they thrust their hips forward–their jockey-pouched, throbbing irons swiping back-and-forth–wet stains spreading from their trapped, pulpy cockheads.
“I need those balls,” Juan’s husked, his hand urgently spreading Steve’s hefty, hairy thighs and pushing the white cloth into a grapefruit-sized bundle.
Without a word, Jeb and I both let our horny cocks hit the night air, the feeling as electric as the scene playing out before our lusting eyes.
Poppa Steve was groaning–Juan now on his knees–his face pushed into my Dad’s pouched nuts, the size of them covering all of Juan’s rooting nose.
“You want those hairy lovesacs, huh? Huh, man? Yeah! Fuck! Make love to my huge balls, you Latin letch.”
“Oh god,” I whispered, suddenly reaching out and finding Tom’s hot cock waiting for me. I pushed my fingers into his thick, hairy delta–wishing it were my Poppa Steve’s–but thrilled even so.
“Give ’em to me, Steve. I need ’em now–c’mon man….”
Steve pulled aside his pouch–his hair-sprinkled, ultra-male balls thudding over Juan’s wet, spread lips–his skin-heavy hang being teased by Juan’s pink tongue.
I felt Tom’s hand take hold of my prickly, lust-vibrating rod, making my balls bunch up in a heap.
“You know how, Juan! Fuck–do you…. know how!” Steve groaned up at the ceiling as Juan used his baby finger to tease one of those hairy peaches past his bigass lips. “You hot ballsucker, you! Fuck, that turns me on so bad…”
I felt Jeb’s hand playing with my own furry kiwis–felt Tom begin jacking me as I jacked him back. My left hand reached out to find Jeb’s curvy cock, the throbbing thing so big I looked down at it in awe as I began jacking him, too.
“Awww, get naked for me, Juan–show me those balls, man!”
Poppa’s hairy pec mounds swelled in heat–his nipples bloated with lust like a second pair of staring eyes–as Juan rose up and let his pants fall to the floor. Flexing every muscle in his body–his incredible, sun-darkened, smooth-as-silk pecs jumping–Juan showed off his swollen, white jockey pouch. His enormous biceps rolled and bouldered as he fingered his soft, tumbling avocados through the thin cotton, watching Steve lick his sexy lips and stare down at them.
Their stallion-sized cocks thumped forward in their jockeys, stretching the elastic, the cotton now a second skin against the swollen shafts and bulbous heads. I stared at the erotically-obscene sight of my ‘Poppa’s’ hairy, naked balls hanging out the side–barely able to breathe as I slowly jacked Tom and Jeb’s throbbing tools–hungering to see the very erection that almost certainly used to fuck my own mother.
“Oh, c’mon–c’mon!” Tom whispered, echoing my own hot thoughts–hoping, wishing, praying they wouldn’t suddenly change their minds–aching to see their huge-headed, naked mancocks.
“You, too,” I heard Juan say as he hooked both thumbs inside his waistband.
Steve nodded–and then, as if silently counting 1, 2, 3–they stretched their elastics way out, their polished cockheads glinting in their nude freedom, as endless inches of thick, vein-bloated shaft emerged before our horny, cock-starving eyes.
“Goddamn!” Tom squeezed my dick mightily.
“Jeepers!” Jeb’s rod suddenly bucked and spurt cockcandy all over my milking fingers.
“That’s beautiful–so fuckin’ beautiful, man,” we heard Steve say, his voice all growly and deep.
“You, hairy, horny bastard,” Juan stared at the virile, cockbush forest piling around Poppa’s lovepole and bullballs.
Lust and pride grabbed my heart, staring at the only dad I’d ever known now totally naked, his brawny, nine-inch manmeat punching out at the staring Juan–marvelling at how we, though not related, both somehow got blessed with the same enormous mushroom head with the thick, heart-shaped lip around it.
“Bring ’em over here, Juan.”
Once again time stood still–my eyes memorizing every movement, every flexing muscle, every inch of their stud bodies–as Juan and Poppa Steve encircled their ballbags with their fingers, making their masculine rocks into a huge and skintight bundle of sex. Juan slowly closed the space between them.
They both moaned as they rubbed their hairy lovesacs together–staring down at the utter maleness of it–their giant cocks swaying above, throbbing out lust-honey.
I automatically dropped hold of Jeb and Tom–and Tom of me–each of us mimicking our in-real-time ‘sex teachers’–wrapping our thumb and first-fingers around the top hang of our scrotums, feeling our boyballs make a bundle of sex. Jeb and Tom and I turned to face each other, the pale light from the window reflecting off our skintight nuts, as we swooned to then make them nuzzle and kiss.
“Awwwh, fuck–let’s get off, man…” we heard Juan say.
Not wanting to miss anything, we turned quickly back, reaching out to handle each other’s naked nuts while staring through the bush’s branches.
“I need those hot balls t’night,” Poppa was saying, “–I don’t know why…”
“–want’a suck ’em?” Juan let his hips dangle and sway his mahogany hang, the whole weight of those sweet lemons held by endless folds of the most male of skin, making not only Steve’s, but all of our mouths juice up.
“–let’s bang ’em–feel ’em slap….” Steve’s voice sounded lusty and hoarse. “–c’mon–bend your knees…”
We stared in horny-eyed wonder as they faced one another, legs bent forward, hips thrust outward. One of Poppa’s huge, hairy thighs slid outside Juan’s–the other inside –the two hunks now crotch-to-hairy-crotch.
“Take it, man–beat it for me,” Poppa Steve hissed, their eyes staring down at their inches-apart, swollen, big-headed horsecocks.