Chapter Nine
For a long while DJ gave himself over to the lulling, beautifully sensual feeling of lying there in the flickering light with his naked, sexually-drained lovers. But he was the one who'd taken both their hot loads. Their liquid joy was still sliding down his throat and swimming in his ass. Leaving them drifting off to sleep, he blew out the candles and then took a long, hot shower. Every muscle and tendon in his gymnast body begged to return to bed-- every muscle but one.
"Shit," he smiled, trying to ignore his stud erection. It flexed all by itself whenever the needling spray thundered over the ultra-sensitive skintaut dome. He turned his back to the water, bending over to grab his ankles. Using his inner muscles, he evacuated the last of Tony's big load, the feeling a huge, unexpected turn-on.
"What a rush, man," he smiled, grabbing the Axe. He thumb-fucked his tight hole.
"Bye-bye cherry," he shuddered, his soapy thumb hitting his cock-bruised pleasure spot. Standing back up, he lathered his flopping balls, his great erection snapping about in the spray. The ripe feelings made him hornier than ever. "Ooooh, shiiiit," he jacked his soapy eight-incher. "I gotta get off somehow...gotta blow..."
The incredible current of horny thrills was so gut-wrenchingly sweet, it was too wild, too good to waste all alone in the shower. "Make it last, DJ," he muttered, rinsing off and stepping out. He grinned as he towelled into his ultra-curly vee, the springy, blond bush forming a perfect triangled wedge behind his great big cock. He had to avoid towelling his aching hardon for fear of setting it off into cumblasting bliss.
He sauntered his proud erection into the kitchen and spied the old brown envelope lying on the countertop. His horny dick rubbed the ledge, once again warning him of its hair-triggered readiness. DJ grinned at the horny waves of sensation and backed-off while fumbling his healthy, hair-feathered balls. Reaching into the envelope, he pulled out yet more posing straps. One was made of black fishnet, the tiny meshed holes spreading wider as he fingered the little pouch. The next one was the same, only in white.
"Oooooh shit!" he whispered. "These are soooo hot!" He brought the mags and skimpy posers to the kitchen table and sat down, his muscular cockhead rubbing up into his abs, nearly hitting his big tits. He stared down at the giant thing, amazed once again by the simple fact that it was really all his--all his to own and enjoy for the rest of his horny life.
"You big fucker," he breathed at the hot thing, "--full'a juice..." The hole expanded even more over his words, and every horny millimetre of the rosy muscle begged for attention.
DJ opened "Physique Pictorial" to a black and white photo of two dudes horsing around in an outdoor shower, trying to pull one another's posers off. They were laughing, water splashing over their tanned muscles. Their full pouches were so wet, DJ could make out everything swinging inside. "Damn!" he smiled. He both loved and felt frustrated by such pics. They showed so much, yet never enough.
He took the black posing strap and leaned forward, slipping it over his ankles.
"Jeez," he whispered, wondering how he'd ever be able to sling his hot cock inside it. He stood up and felt the string riding up his inner thighs and up the split rounds of his perfect ass. His fat balls alone made the sheer fabric sag and stretch.
Breathing deeply, he wedged his nerve-studded rod just under the lip of the black netting, the feelings so intense he felt his balls nearly blast off. "Holy smokes," he murmured, the lewd display almost too hot to look down at--the feelings way too much to handle.
He heard movement in the bedroom, and for a second felt shy--but only for a second.
"DJ? What're you......?" Juan rubbed his sleepy eyes. Standing before him with hands on hips was DJ.
"Hey, Juan--check out my new outfit, man." He turned sideways and sucked-in his abs, the meshed pouch so completely distorted, Juan could view everything from DJ's pressed- out cockhead right down to his giggling balls. Blond cockhair curled out the top.
"Jesus, DJ!--where'd you get that?!"
"Hot, huh?", he ran his fingers up the netted length of his big fat hard cock. It looked for all the world like a sex-crammed hammock. "Try on the white one!"
Juan was himself totally nude, his dark muscles gleaming, his even darker cock tumescent. Seeing DJ's lewd poser awakened it, sending horny-gathering shivers deep inside Juan's hunky balls. "I better get the damn thing on now, before I throw a rod....", he smiled, his dark eyes still lidded from sleep. "What time's it?" he added, climbing into the filmy white-meshed string thong.
"Who the hell cares?" DJ rubbed his fishnetted balls. "You look so FUCKIN' HOT!"
"SHHHHHHHHHH," Juan laughed, flopping his nuts and cock into the white sling. "Tony's sleeping!"
"Ohhhhh baby," DJ's blue eyes glinted as he drank in how the white mesh barely held in the exaggerated heftiness of Juan's cock and two, punched out balls. His beefsteak dick stretched inside the revealing sling, making the support strings sag from the weight. "I can see your cockbush'n balls'n big cock through the little holes, dude!"
Juan's brown eyes stared at DJ's porous black pouch--at the mystery of all that hot, fleshy masculinity semi-hidden inside the black netting. He stared at how DJ's big cockhead was molded by the craddling, seethru mesh. "That's makin' me nuts, DJ," Juan breathed deeply, feeling his pouched burrito bloat and shift around between his legs.
"Show me your thighs, man," DJ grinned, loving the whole horny scene taking place right in the middle of the kitchen, in the middle of the night.
Juan stepped into the light and away from the table. "You like my wrestler quads, huh, DJ?", he said, his usual doe-like eyes turning black with lust.
"You know it, dude," DJ's voice dropped off as Juan turned his leg outward. Suddenly his thigh flexed to twice its size, the corded, smooth, mocha-toned muscles overlapping one another in a array of amazing bulges.
"Are my tits big enough, dude?" He flexed them also, then crossed his forearms and used his thumbs to flick the nipples.
"Shit, Juan......" DJ felt waves of horny desire spread from his balls up his throbbing, trapped piece. "....this holey poserthing can't seem to hold in my big Puerto Rican dick, Deej."
DJ stared between Juan's smooth, tremendous dark thighs as Juan lightly cupped his bulging, white fishnet. "Ohhh man, Deej," Juan smiled. "I can feel the hair on my balls through the little holes!"
