Chapter Three
He pried open Tony's wide lips, reeling at the feeling, as the cock-hungry hunk suddenly began slobbering and kissing and sucking like the cock-starved stud that he was.
Juan pushed his cock against Tony's scalp, his eyes staring at DJ's face. The two moved in together, locking tongues, panting into each other's mouths. Below, Tony went from white meat to dark meat, his hands reaching up to grab two perfect sets of naked, gorgeous balls.
Juan and DJ's knees gave way from the riotous feelings, falling to the grass. They pushed Tony over, and both of them dove into his naked crotch, tongues fighting over the giant, vein-bulging whopper before their eyes. Their slobbering mouths traded cock for furry balls, making Tony thrash and moan on the sunlit lawn.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Jesusssss.....so hot, so fuckin' hot!"
And then the big bruiser was wrestling Juan down to get at the beautiful Latino's own sweet meat, with DJ still feeding on Tony's. Soon they were in a circle of locked-in cocksucking. Slurps and groans filled the air. Tony plowed DJ's cock-starved mouth, his muscles standing in bold relief as he voraciously swallowed Juan's sweet-meated rod.
It was so gigantic in girth, his lips stretched to a new size while he moaned and juiced and laved the shiny bulbous head. DJ went nuts over feeling those big Latino lips slurp over his nerve-studded shaft. And the sunlit lawn was alive with the noises of three virgin cocksuckers whose hands grabbed for pecs and swollen nipples.
It wasn't to last. The sheer, pent-up load. churning in their flopping nuts made them feel that achy, exciting thrill build inside their guts. Heading over the edge of total orgasm, Tony groaned, lunging for Juan's dark dick. His hand dove up inside the wrestler's tight crack to probe Juan's hot hole. Juan's eyes flew open.
"UUUUUUGGGGHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh." The dam burst inside his jizzed-up balls, making his entire body flex and jam Tony's throat with cum-pumping cock.
DJ felt Juan's lips seal over his tender cockhead, massaging the spot just below the flange. Thrashing on the grass, he crammed all ten of Tony's hot inches down his gullet. For whole seconds he and Tony went into convulsuons.
"JJJJJEEEEZZZUUUZZZZ", DJ groaned, as his hips went crazy, knifing, thrusting cock into Juan's willing throat. At the very same time, a flood of buttermilk splashed his tonsils, even as his own mind-blowing cock cannon blasted into orbit.
The three jittered and seized, hips plowing cock into each other's steamy mouths, their muscles quaking, their jizz plowing out their snorting cockheads. The air filled with their groans and swallowing and gagging, while cream dribbled down their chins. Juan grabbed DJ's balls, wildly fondling them, while DJ began fisting Tony's still-shooting meat. Their abs seized and flexed, their hips jabbing shooting cock wherever it could go, until finally, wracked with thrills, the naked threesome fell flat on their backs, panting up into the sunlit sky.
"Now," DJ panted. "....now there's no turning back." His face rested on Tony's hot, heaving belly, his eyes fixed on the muscular size of the reluctant Italian's lurching, drooling rod. "Now we're ALL a bunch of cocksuckin' queers!"
As if to make his point, he painted his tongue over Tony's nerve-shorted cockhead, making the big beefy teen jump and groan for mercy.
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Tony was the first to shower and dress.
All the beer and excitement had finally gotten to him. No sooner did he lay down on the front room sofa, than he totally passed out.
Once back in their jeans and t-shirts, Juan and DJ and cooked up some Kraft Dinner and hot dogs.
"Just drink tons of water, man," DJ squirted some ketchup beside his. "There's some aspirin somewhere around here, too."
Juan rubbed into his temples, "I'm really kind of okay---it's not really a headache," he said, reaching for the pepper. "I'm just feeling kind of 'flat' or something."
"The food's helping me some," DJ smiled. His cherubic face looked even cuter when he was eating. He nodded into the front room. "Check out The Dude."
They laughed to see how the big bruiser was flung all over the sagging couch. He looked like a boxer down for the count. He was breathing like a grizzly.
"What a body, huh?" Juan broke into a grin. "Even tight ends aren't built like that."
"---that hunky chest?---those arms? Shit." DJ squirmed in his chair, shaking his head in awe.
"His biceps are like fifteen inches," Juan turned in his chair, gazing at the sleeping hulk. "And man!---I mean, JESUS, DJ........!" His eyes grew as he stared at Tony's mounded jeans.
DJ nearly choked on his food to see Juan's sexy Latino smile. Todd thought Juan was about the sexiest guy he'd ever seen---the high cheekbones, beautiful nose, and perfect, velvety-brown skin. But it was Juan's wide, luscious lips that melted DJ down into perpetual horniness. He laughed and nodded like crazy, trying to swallow his food. "I KNOW," he said finally, "It's like a fuckin' baby's arm when it's hard."
Juan kept staring at their knocked-out buddy. "It's filling out his crotch right now, just lyin' there sleeping!"
"If his lips start puckering in and out, we'll know what he's dreaming about."
"You bastard!" Juan laughed.
Tony jumped and kind of rumbled, his hand digging into the hairy opening of his flannel shirt. He rubbed his beefy pec, then fell even deeper into sleep, leaving his shirt open, his ripe nipple exposed.
"You think all his Catholic guilt is gonna fuck this all up?" DJ spooned more food onto Juan's plate.
Juan stared at Tony's big-nippled chest. "I sure as hell HOPE not--I'd be a hung-up Catholic myself if it weren't for my parents deciding to turn Methodist," he muttered. "We can't keep gettin' hammered just to make him let go and forget his hangups."
"Oh yeah?" DJ asked. "Why not?"
The two giggled conspiratorially while hoping Tony might feel himself up again. He didn't. He was out cold.
