Chapter Eight
"C'mon!" DJ yelled. His blue eyes were as blue as the lake. He was watching Tony and Juan take their time joining him on the dock.
Tony had his big arm draped over the shorter wrestler's shoulders, while Juan's was flung around Tony's waist. "What's the big fat hurry?" Tony yelled back.
Their hip-to-hip stroll made their cucumber schlongs slap lazily and heavily against their very developed thighs. Tony's jumbo balls tumbled against his large cockhead, while Juan's suede-skinned lemons perched themselves snug against the base of his dark dick. It had the effect of making him appear half-hard all of the time.
DJ may have yelled to them to hurry, but he was mesmerized by the sexy, hardon-making sight of his two nude friends. He stared at the contrast of Tony's tanned physique alongside Juan's darker Latino musculature. So too did DJ love the contrast of Juan's smooth-as-silk mocha skin next to Tony's raw male virility. The Italian's giant pecs with their enormous nipples punched out into the sun, the dark forest of curls swirling around each thick rivet. Crowning the whole display were those big fat flopping cocks, the heads so heavy DJ swore he could hear them thudding as they swung and flopped carefree from side-to-side.
Juan and Tony fell silent, staring back at DJ. Both were just as awed by the gymnast's perfect nudity. Though blond, he tanned very dark, a bikini line of white his only paleness. A wheatfield of spun gold gathered in the triangle above his tubular hang. The pink helmet head dangled against a pair of balls so potent and low-hanging, the generous, velvety bag swayed several inches below his meaty piece.
DJ had his hands on his hips, his fingers drawing their eyes from his delineated Apollo's Belt straight into the apex of his hair-piled, lolling display. Smiling a little, DJ reached down to fondle his downy peaches, making his thick sausage slog over to the left, then fall back against his brown, fleecy thighs.
The trio had rarely viewed one another soft, and DJ's eyes shifted with each healthy slap of his friends' swinging cocks and dancing balls.
"Nice cocks, dudes," he smiled, playing with his nuts.
"I don't want to do this." Tony eyed the lake distrustfully. "It looks cold as hell."
"We've gotta do something, here," DJ said back. "We're coated in jizz and Mazola, Tone."
"So?"
"You're going in, Tone. That's all there is to it, dude."
He folded his huge biceps over his barrel chest. "You couldn't throw me if you had to, dinkhead."
DJ reached out and yanked his big banana.
What followed was a free for all of naked bodies, cocks and balls heaving wildly, as each tried to push the other over the edge. It took both Juan and DJ to finally throw the muscular giant off kilter.
A thunderous splash was answered by two more, the three of them instantly shocked by the heart-stopping impact of cold water against hot skin.
"Christ!" Tony yelled, coughing and spitting.
"Cold at first, huh?" DJ splashed him.
"Ohmygod, it's freezing!" Juan's wide lips trembled.
Tony immediately made his way to the wooden ladder. "This is fuckin' nuts, DJ!"
Juan also swam over to grab one of the rungs, unable to stop shivering. The two watched DJ nosedive under and disappear. Twenty seconds later he was bobbing up between them and spitting water in their faces.
"It's getting warmer, huh?" He tossed his hair from his forehead, looking happy as hell.
"Warmer than what?" Tony frowned. "I'm gettin' out."
"Oh shit, c'mon man," DJ splashed him. "Give it a chance, dude."
"H-how's your ass doing, Tone?" Juan's lips wouldn't stop trembling. His brown eyes looked even larger, making DJ fall in love with the cute Latino all over again.
"I dunno," Tony smiled. "Wanna feel?"
DJ laughed, his legs treading water like mad.
"Be serious for once," Juan said. "Did it hurt?"
Tony shrugged. "Of course it does--no lie. If I didn't actually want to be fucked, I couldn't have handled it at first." He tossed his wet black curls off his forehead.
"But when you want it, it hurts better'n anything in the world. And Mazola is a butt saver--thanks, DJ."
"Oh God," Juan shivered even more. "Then it DOES hurt!," he said to DJ. "I told you."
"You may not want it now," Tony said, his voice bouncing off the underside of the dock. "--but sometime you will." His deep voice sounded matter-of-fact. "No one's gonna jump you, y'know, Juan."
"Yeah," DJ treaded closer, enjoying the feeling of all that water caressing his nude muscles. "Thinking about it right now, it seems pretty radical--but you told me yourself... "
"... I know I did, ok?" Juan said quickly.
"Shit," Tony smiled. "It still fuckin' feels like I've got someone's arm up my butt." He climbed up the rungs, water sluicing off his broad back. "But I'm proud of that feeling. It's the feeling of having been loved." And then DJ and Juan were staring directly at his two, perfect spheres.
"It's funny, you know...." Juan said to DJ.
"....my ass?" Tony looked menacingly down at Juan.
"N-no!" Juan's cute face looked surprised. "Shit, no, Tone. God--you sure are hung up about your body."
Tony looked down over his shoulder, his face frowning. "My ass is too big and hairy," he said. "I should shave it so something."
"God, no," Juan and DJ said together, staring directly at its muscular swells. "A man's butt's SUPPOSED to have some hair, Tony," Juan said. "It makes it...I dunno... mysterious."
"Yeah," DJ said. "We've got baby butts--like we're still in diapers."
"Your asses are sweet--just some fuzz down the cracks," Tony came back down into the lake, grinning at them. "--like honeydew melons!"
"Yours is like soccer balls, dude," DJ's eyes sparkled, his super-curly blond hair catching the light of the sun.
Juan positioned himself behind Tony, wanting what was now submerged. "Yours makes me want to just dig into that tight furry crack," he whispered, moving closer. "Explore it."
Tony smiled, looking into Juan's big brown eyes. "You two have real sweet ones,"
he said. "--like they're just beggin't' be played with."
