"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!"
