Part Four
The Conclusion
The Gathering Commences
Bob narrates this chapter. It is his house. Afterall. And his rules.
We continue to lift weights and do cardio for a while longer. Our cocks, still hard, distracting us as they are dangling in each other's faces wherever we turn, so doing anything requiring movement is difficult. But enjoyable and enlightening. And wonderful.
Have you ever tried working out with a hard-on that is within inches from your face?
Have you ever worked-out with a cum dripping cock swaying back and forth in your line of sight, wanting to reach out, lick it, touch it, and take it into your mouth?
It sure as fuck ain't easy, the leaking pre-cum, the stiffness of your rod. It is damn near impossible plus guys touching you, stroking you, eating the flowing non-stop cum from your cock as it drains from each massively hard member.
It is damn near distracting. I know, right.
The work out was a bust and I do not mean any nuts were busted with their loads either. The guys stayed hard, but they did not lose their loads. No one wanted to be the first. They would rather unload their spunk as a group.
The naked workouts never last long. It is why I do them first.
They are a great primer for what is to come and/or cum.
I am quite the devil. I admit. Nate knows me all too well.
Our unspoken words, nods, smiles between us, he knows where I am leading. He has been here to many of these male-on-male-fest.
He knows the game. Too well. I count it.
"Hey, guys.” I say. "I have a game I would like for you to try. Who is up for it? Dumb question, we are all up. Hahahaha. Who is not afraid to stretch some of their muscles?"
"What type of game?" Dave stammers, knowing not what to expect as he is obviously leery.
"It is something to test your manhood, who is game? Who wants to give it a go?" I say loudly.
Everyone says. 'I am.’ Dave hesitates but finally agrees. Finally.
It will separate the men from the boys and the wannabes and see the lengths some will go to. To be the Alpha Male in a group. In this group. Competition brings this out, how far a man will go to have the title of the Alpha stamped next to their name. And on their cocks.
"But, first, who wants to have their balls shaved and pubes thinned out a bit.” I say. "Wade, my good friend, has offered to man-scape anyone who is willing. Who is willing?" I say loudly. Again. “Who is willing?”
We all look at each other, then down at the fur between our legs and at our ample round balls, the sign of years of manly growth and maturity and of own individuality.
No one speaks up. Until.
"Wade can shave my balls." Dave says. "I sweat like a damned motherfucker. Something new and different would be good. A shaved cock sounds good to me in this damned heat."
"Okay." I say. “Okay.”
I do not think he would be the one to volunteer. I thought Paul would be the one for some reason. I know I was not. The guys look at each other, except for Dave. He is smiling from ear to ear.
Does he know he has to be rock-hard to get a good shave? This should be amusing. No one else volunteers or speaks up, I wonder why?
"Let me get my razor, scissors and shaving cream." Wade says, as he scurries off to his car for the needed supplies.
His bouncing ass making its way across the lawn looks very good, I might add. It is a good one to fuck as I have fucked it, many…many times it is one of the perks of being the host of these gatherings.
"Have a seat, Dave." I say, I offer him an upright chair. "Now, you have to open those legs wide, no, wider, gotta get all those little curly hairs. Good."
Dave complies readily. His legs are as wide as the chair allows and his low hanging balls fall between the braided strings of the seat.
I play with Dave's right nipple. His cock gets harder. And harder. It is glorious piece of manhood.
"Mmm, that feels good." Dave says. “Real good.”
"Nipple play is fun and as big as yours are." I say. "I could not help myself."
Does Dave sense that there is a game afoot, testing the willingness of any unsuspecting pawn? Wade returns with his razor, scissors and shaving cream and kneels at Dave's feet, while he is seated in the chair.
"Your cock looks good man." Wade says to Dave.
"Thanks, it was something I was born with." Dave says boastfully. "I nurtured it as I grew up and it turned it into this sweet cock, I have now."
"Funny man." Wade says. "You are a funny man. I can say the same, myself.”
Dave and Wade both laugh. Everyone else stares at the pair.
The rest of us gather round and watch Wade begin his task. Our cocks are still hard, no one is stroking. Just observing and enjoying Dave’s display of his fleshy wares.
"Now, Dave, you have to get that cock hard. Rock hard. Steel hard." Wade says. "If I am going to shave those balls. It has to be out of the way of those beautiful heavy balls."
"I am hard." Dave says. "How hard do I have to be?"
"Harder. Harder." Wade says. “And harder.”
Dave starts stroking his fur-blanketed cock to furious abandonment, he is growing harder and harder, if that is even possible, his cockhead swelling more and more and shiny from all the blood coalescing into its sensitive glan. He is showing off, wanting to belong among his peers. Pre-cum is seeping from his wide piss-slit, which is sparkling in the afternoon sun.
"That is good man. Good. Real good." Wade says. "But I need you harder. Much harder."
"What?" Dave says in amusement. “I am the hardest I’ve ever been.”
Dave has yet to figure out that he is being played. If he had gotten any harder, he might have died from lack of blood to the rest of his body.
Wade leans down and takes Dave's rock-hard cock into his mouth and starts sucking, he goes for the tip of his cockhead, letting his tongue whirl around its sensitive blood swelled goodness and down to the base while sniffing his sweaty pubes. He lingers for a moment there before easing himself up, slowly off Dave's shaft.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dave bellows out. "That was the deepest suck I have ever had. Do it again."
"Mmm, your cock is good." Wade, says. "It's as tasty as the powerful young stud named Phillip."
Wade looks at Phillip and then down to the hard cock between Phillip's legs, which is mere inches from his face.
Dave looks up at Phillip too, a guy roughly twenty years his junior and smiles longingly at him. Phillip smiles back. He likes being admired. Most men do. Especially when he is naked.
"So, you want cream or no cream?" Wade asks Dave.
"What?" Dave balks.
"Shaving cream or not." Wade asks again.
"Whatever you think is best, I have never shaved my balls before." Dave says. "So, you decide."
"Let's go with the no cream." Wade says. "I am sure I can keep you boned up and get all those hairs off those full nutsacs."
Wade starts dry-shaving Dave's nuts, holding them in his hand as he gently scrapes the hair from the fur-packed testicles and shaft of the only proclaimed straight man here at this gathering. He fondles Dave's balls, moving them about in his fingers like they are oversized marbles as the hair is slowly disappearing from them.
In between the shaving, Wade occasionally licks the head of Dave's cock with his tongue, paying special attention to the ample shaped piss-slit, when he does this, Dave must constrain himself from moving because the razor is so close to the delicate part of his precious anatomy.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Dave utters as Wade sips the ever sweet-salty nectar from his pre-cumming cock.
"Ah, sweet man-juice from a straight man! I can drink’em all up!" Wade coos as he finishes with a lick from the flesh-pop that is Dave's hard cock. "Nothing better on a hot southern afternoon."
The guys let out a hearty laugh as they stand around Dave, still not touching their cocks as the hair is removed from Dave's balls.
Wade finishes the hair removal. Dave's balls relax from the heat. Next comes the thinning of his pubes. Wade takes his scissors and delicately shears some of the thick patch of man-fur from them. The hair is caught in the breeze and slowly blows away like a dispelled shattered weed.
Wade is finished. Dave's cock, harder and ever more present, not hidden in the furry covering of his gender.
"Oh fuck! My cock looks bigger!" Dave exclaims. “Fuck!”
"One of the virtues of having a shaved cock." Wade says. "Do you think your wife is going to like it?"
"Oh shit! Oh shit!" Dave says. "I had forgotten that."
The guys all laugh louder and more robustly, they had thought about it but did not want to spoil the moment of realization that he would have to explain to his wife to explain why his balls are bare and where they were shaved.
"I am sure you can come up with a reason, Dave. That will make sense to her." I say with a bit of sarcasm in my voice.
I hope he can or else is wife is going to be making a lot of assumptions about where he has spent his day.
"I am sure, I will, Bob." Dave says. "She does not know about the woman I am fucking in another town, so this should be a piece of cake."
"We men have do have our secrets, uh?" I say.
I know I had a bunch of secrets at one time, but I quit playing those games a long time ago, you get found out eventually. But I say nothing to Dave, he’s a grown man. His actions are his own.
"Dave, why'd you dive in the pool and rinse those balls and pubes." I say. "I have something for everyone now."
"No one else is going to shave their balls?" Dave says. “No one?”
All the guys shake their heads and say 'nope' where it can be heard.
Dave dives in the pool and swims for a minute, rinsing the loose hairs from his balls and pubes. He walks to the shallow end where we have gathered. His cock has deflated somewhat, his balls are clean and devoid of any of the once furry bushy pubes, that he once had.
"Okay, guys it is now the time to bring out 'the Bench’?" which I broadcast to everyone.
"What is 'the Bench,' Bob?" Phillip is the first to ask. I wanted him to be the first. And he was.
"Nate. Wade. You two know where it is. Go get it. Please." I look to them two.
They both smile at me with big ole Cheshire cat grins.
They smile and stroke their cocks in happy anticipation of what I have in store for everyone next. They have been to plenty of my parties and know that 'the bench' is one of my tried-and-true games to bring the guys together. It tests the limits of how far a guy will go to be the Alpha of the group, a little healthy competition among men ramps up the antics among them.
They make their way to the storage side of 'the shed,' open the door and disappear inside.
The other guys are standing around bewildered. Looking at one another in puzzled fascination. I love it. This anticipation.
Paul, Nate's co-worker, is stroking his cock.
Phillip, a guy roughly the same age as Paul, both in their twenties is stroking his cock too.
Dave, the straight guy, and now holder of the bare balls is playing with them as he awaits what comes next. They shine like a beacon among the dense fur on his body.
These three know nothing of what Nate and Wade will bring from 'the shed.'
Wade and Nate emerge from the shed with 'the bench.' It is nothing particularly awesome in its appearance, which is what makes it all the more deceptive. It is a typical bench. Three boards, a longer one, about five feet used as the seat with two shorter boards used as legs. It is about three to four feet in height for the sides with the proper braces for support. In the middle of the bench, there are three pieces of metal, stainless steel rods, again nothing special about it but that is not all there is to it. What the three rods are used for makes it special. Nate and Wade put it in the open space in the grass close to the pool in the full sunlight of the day. This is a game, and the audience must be able to see it unobstructed.
"That's 'the Bench'?" Paul says. “That’s it?”
"Yep." I answer.
"What are those little metal rods for?" asks Phillip. He is not missing anything. Good. I think. “Why are they there?”
"Good of you to ask, Phillip." I say. "Nate, do you have the bag full of goodies?"
"I do. I do." Nate, says as he walks up, stroking his cock and eagerly awaiting the use of 'the bench', I would imagine, with the large cloth bag in his hand. It is an old pillowcase of mine.
Dave, Paul, and Phillip exchange puzzled glances between themselves. This unknowing trio.
Paul and Phillip are steadily stroking their cocks, their ages betray them, as men in their twenties, they think they have experienced the best that sex has to offer. I can tell them they have not but if I were to tell them otherwise, they would not believe me. I must show them. They must want to be involved and the best way, is by seeing if they can measure up to men their seniors. Competition has a way of enticing men to do things they otherwise would not attempt but being shown up, as 'less of man' can be an incentive; especially when the man willing to do anything is twenty years older than the youngest buck. They have yet to experience the full spectrum of what it means to fuck and to be fucked. They are naturally gay curious, both have fucked men, yet both proclaim to be muff divers but do not consider man-to-man sex to be offensive, when they are the ones being the tops in the fuck. To be a bottom says otherwise.
Do you suppose that would change if they were the one to be fucked?
Dave, a man who says he is straight but is eager to be among men with his hard cock and to show off his prowess among other men. Interestingly, there are no women to fuck here, so why exactly is he here? Closeted gay desires or does he want more?
"What's in the bag?" Dave asks.
As predicted, there is one who asks the most pertinent of questions.
I pull out a black six-inch plastic dildo. I pull out a black eight-inch plastic dildo. I pull out a black ten-inch dildo, explaining the length of each as I take them from the bag.
"Three black plastic cocks?" Dave asks with puzzlement in his voice. “That’s all?”
The thoughts rumble around in his head as he realizes what the steel rods are used for on the bench.
"Oh shit!" Dave says. “Oh shit!”
"Oh, shit is right." I say, "Who is man enough to ride a cock? One of these?"
Phillip and Paul look at each other. I see the alarm on their respective faces, but their cocks have not softened, in fact, they seemed to have hardened even more.
"I want my ass on that eight-inch cock, Bob." Nate says first, he is eager to be filled. Whether it be plastic or real. He wants his ass filled to capacity.
Paul walks up to Nate when he says this. Paul cocks bouncing back and forth, from thigh-to-thigh as he walks.
"You like to be fucked?" Paul says to Nate, "I thought you only fucked men, like we did Russ?"
"Oh hell, I do. I like to be fucked too." Nate says. "I want that cock of yours in my ass before this day is done. This is just a warm-up for me."
Nate then leans in and gives Paul the wettest, hardest kiss on the lips that he could muster. He slips his tongue into his mouth and then pulls away from Paul.
He tweaks Paul's left nipple as he pulls back.
"You think you can handle that stud?" Nate says as he grasps Paul hard-on in his hand and squeezes him tighter and tighter.
"I am sure I can boss. I will give you, my cock." Paul says.
Paul's tune changes after he notices the willingness of Nate to be fucked.
"I want your cock too, Phillip, both of y'all at the same time. In my ass." Nate says. "You think you can handle that, Phillip? I know Paul can. We have already double-fucked a guy."
"I can handle anything Paul can, Nate." Phillip says. "It will be my first double penetration, but I can handle it. I can assure you."
"Boys! Boys!" I say. "There is plenty of ass here for everyone. I am sure any man here would take your cocks."
Dave, the straight man looks away.
The games begin. One man cannot show up another when their manhood is being questioned especially if it means that some other man maybe labeled more of man than you. Than them.
"Good." Nate says. "I have to get my ass ready for the both of you. I will be ready."
Nate walks toward 'the Bench'.
"Now where is that eight-inch cock Bob?" Nate says.
"Right here." I say, as I hand him the cock. "Let's put these others on 'the Bench' too. The more. The merrier."
Nate places the cocks on the steel rods in ascending order. Smallest to largest.
"Damn that does look good." Nate says." I can handle a six-inch cock with no problem, I know. I thought I would start in the middle."
We all gather around Nate as he is leaning over 'the bench' inspecting the plastic black cocks. His cock is hard, but his hands are not touching it, his stiffness is from pure excitement.
"You hole is not wet enough, Nate." I say. "Let me help you get ready."
I lean down and take his ass into my mouth, licking his ass hair and finding his puckered hole.
"Mmm, what a sweet ass." I say.
"Get me wet, Bob. Good and wet." Nate says. "Get my hole lubed up really well."
"Gladly, my friend. Gladly." I say.
I lick and moisten of his asshole with my spittle. I taste the salty sweat that he perspires from his body from the exposure to the southern afternoon heat. His musk intoxicates me, as does his manhood.
"Paul come here and lick my nips." Nate says. "I like those boys to be stimulated."
Paul walks to Nate, still with his hard-on, and leans into Nate's hairy chest and takes a nip in his mouth.
"That's right, boy." Nate says. "Play with them with your tongue."
Nate moans and his ass loosens from the nipple play.
"You are about ready, my friend. Damn ready." I say as I slather his ass with my spit. “That ass is bound to be looser now."
Paul backs away.
"Thanks brother." Nate says. "Your tongue felt good."
"I am glad." Paul says. "I like my nips to be played with, sucked on when I am be fucked."
"Good to know." I say.
"Yes, it is good to know Bob." Nate says.
"You ready, Nate?" I say.
"Yes, I am." Nate says. "But do have the lube nearby in case I need it?"
"I have it right here." I say as I hold up the large size bottle of lube. "You can never have enough of this when you fuck such a hot ass."
"Amen or when you are being fucked." Nate says. Everyone laughs when he says this, everyone but Dave.
Nate positions himself over the middle cock on 'the Bench,' this is the eight-inch plastic cock. He lowers himself slowly. His muscles accommodating the hard plastic cock as his ass envelopes it. Sucking it in.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That feels good! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Nate says as his ass takes all of it.
He ass swallows it all. He is sitting on the wooden board. His cock is rock-hard and is oozing pre-cum. He is not stroking himself, and his body is just reacting to his ass being filled. Completely.
"Oh fuck! This feels good!" Nate says, as he slowly rises and lowers himself on the synthetic plastic cock.
All the guys are watching but not touching themselves. Their cocks are all pointed straight out from their pubic bushes. Those that have furry bushes anyway, Wade and Dave are just as hard. The guys watch intently drawn into the exhibitionism that Nate is gladly showing and his personal confidence as a man.
Nate has always been the first to do anything. To volunteer. Not afraid to be the one at the head of the line. I knew he would be first and would challenge the others.
"I need my cock sucked!" Nate screams out. "Who wants the fucking honor?"
Nate knows Wade and I would be the ones to devour his manhood, but I think he wants Paul or Phillip to step up.
Wade makes a move, as I suspected he would.
"No Wade, let's let one of these other so-called men, do it. Taste my seed." Nate says.
Nate looks at Paul, and then over at Phillip.
"How 'bout one of you tough guys. Paul. Phillip. You like to fuck. How 'bout you reciprocate on a man?" Nate says with such intensity in his voice. An authority. "I do not give a shit about what other men say. Straight men. About being fucked or eating cum. Step up. Be a damned man."
Nate looks over at Dave when he says this.
Nate has issued his challenge. He is older and more experienced than these two younger southern gents.
Will the two twenty-somethings back down or rise to the challenge?
"I'll suck you, Nate." Paul says. "Not promising how well, I'll do."
Paul steps up. His cock still hard and leaking pre-cum like the rest of us, as we are gathered around watching Nate impaled on the eight-inch plastic cock.
"C'mon man." Nate says. "I've tasted your loads many times since Thursday, taste mine now. You may not be able to swallow my cock but try your best."
Nate winks at me. He knew Paul would be the one to do it with some prompting.
Nate had continued to self-fuck himself on the 'bench-cock.' He gasps and moans echoing throughout the backyard and the pool area.
Paul takes Nate's cock into his mouth. He concentrates on his Nate's cockhead, sucking gently and whirling his tongue around the cockhead as it fills his mouth.
"Oh fuck, man, you are good!" Nate says. "I thought you said you have never cock-sucked before. Oh shit, that feels good! Keep doing it!"
Paul continues to suck on Nate's swelled cockhead. He does not go up and down on his shaft, he just busily laps at the cockhead of his 'boss.' While Paul is doing this, he is stroking his own cock. The strokes are not forceful, just rhythmic, keeping time with the attention he is giving Nate's cock.
I go over and sit on the ground, lie down on the grass, and start licking Paul's sweaty ass.
"That's right, Bob, rim my boy's ass with that fat tongue of yours." Nate says.
Paul is clenching his ass muscles. Puckering his hole at the onslaught of my tongue as I wage war on loosening that firm little ass, letting him know that his ass has been noticed by me. Paul's ass muscles are quivering, he likes this as he clenches them with my every thrust of my tongue into his hairy hole.
"That's right, boy, you like that tongue in your ass." I say. “You like it. Don’t you?”
"I bet he does, Bob, you have a great tongue." Nate says. "He has nice furry-lined ass."
I continue to rim the tight ass of Paul, preparing him for the impalement on one of the plastic cocks, which I am sure he will be riding next if Nate has anything to say about it.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Nate screams out as he unloads his seed down Paul's gullet.
Nate had stopped fucking himself on the hard plastic cock and just sat down on it. His ass takes it all in. Paul gurgles as he swallows the load from Nate. Some of his cum does run out of the sides of his mouth, but he takes all he can. Paul's ass loosens up as he took Nate's load down his throat. I plunged my tongue all the way up into his ass. My nose is sniffing the man-scent from his furry covered ass crack.
Paul swallows Nate's cock all down to his boss's pubes, getting all the man has to offer before pulling his face up from his crotch.
"I knew you could do it, Paul.” Nate says, as he lifts himself off 'the Bench.'
Nate stands, as does Paul from his crouched position. Nate kisses Paul, a deep wet tongue-mingling kiss, gathering his juices and Paul spittle together into his mouth. Paul does not pull away but embraces Nate as they hug tighter and grind their crotches together in an enthusiastic kiss.
I lift myself from the grass and wipe my lips of the man-scent musk from Paul's ass.
"You have a nice ass, Paul." I say.
"Thanks." Paul says, "That tongue of yours felt fucking good. You can do that anytime you want."
Nate pulls away and separates from Paul.
"Damn, man, I knew you had in it in you." Nate says. "I knew you are more willing to do things than what you have led me to believe."
"Maybe I am." Paul says. "Maybe I am."
"Now you need to sit on 'the bench.’" Nate says, matter-of-factly. " I suggest the six-inch cock for starters."
"Okay." Paul says, without a fight, or a struggle. As he said, he is more willing than what he has convinced others he is not.
I hose down 'the Bench' with the water-hose, spray bleach on every plastic cock and rinse. It is ready for the next man.
I do this after every butt-fuck on 'the Bench.' I do not want condoms placed on those plastic cocks. I want the man to feel the hard plastic as he slides up and down on them. On the cock bench, opening his hole wider and wider, deeper, and deeper as the cock plunges into his ass.
Paul takes his position over the six-inch plastic cock.
"You want some lube on your ass before you sit down brother." Nate says. "It is going to be rough your first time. I want it to slide into your ass easy."
"Yeah." Paul says. "I expect it to hurt."
"It will hurt some, but once your ass gets a taste of a hard cock in it, you will be wanting it, more and more." Nate assures Paul. "You will be a part of the brotherhood, brother, men not afraid to take another cock up the ass."
"Okay, whatever you say." Paul says, you can hear the apprehension in his voice, but he has been challenged by another man to do something and he does not want to appear weak or less than any other man, so he plunges forth, literally into the game.
Nate takes the lube onto his fingers and then applies it abundantly to Paul ass, as they embrace each other. Nate inserts a lubed finger into Paul ass, to test him.
"Oh." Paul says, startled by Nate's finger as it slides into his ass.
"Just thought I'd give it a feel." Nate says. "I want my cock in that ass soon."
Nate kisses Paul and steps back, whipping the lubed fingers that had just been in Paul's ass across his hairy chest.
"Now you are ready Paul." Nate says. "Sit on that plastic cock and make me proud."
Paul once again hovers over the chosen cock.
He slides down a bit. His face contorts as he feels the cock slowly slide into his hole. He stops. Letting his muscles adapt to the strange object that is entering his bum. He proceeds. He slides the length of the six-inch cock. His own cock is rock hard. It is jutting out from the furry pubes that surround his cock. He is swelled, the veins are popping out, his cock-muscle, so hard, it is twitching, jerking in slow steady pulses as his heart beats, the pre-cum in strings as it drips.
"Oh fuck!" Paul screams out. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
In an uncontrolled spasm, he shoots his load. It did not take too long.
Nate sprints from his standing position and quickly engulfs the cock of his co-worker in his mouth, taking the remaining seed with gusto. Nate's throat swallows and swallows as he receives the offering from his friend.
Paul is seated on 'the Bench', the plastic cock buried deep inside his ass, as he is gripped with an overwhelming orgasm.
Eventually, the feeling subsides, and Paul rises from the cock. His face drained from the heat, the sun and the intense pleasure and ecstasy he had just experienced.
Paul kisses Nate after this, he is the one to start this intimate embrace, Nate accepts. They hold each other for a moment, wrapped up in each other's manliness.
They both look at Phillip.
"Your turn, brother." Nate says. “It is your turn.”
Phillip stands there. Motionless. He says nothing.
"I will do it." Dave says.
Everyone looks at Dave.
"Are you sure? " I say. “Do you think you can?”
"Yeah, Bob, I am sure." Dave says, "I want to experience what Nate and Paul have."
"Having a cock in your ass is the best." I say. "I have. Wade has. Nate has. We have had the real thing. This is a good start."
"I know, Bob." Dave says. "Maybe before the day is over, I will have a real cock inside of me."
"If you want one, I am sure any of the guys here will be happy to oblige." I say.
"I have no doubt about that Bob." Dave says. "But right now, let's just get me on that eight-inch cock."
"The eight-inch cock aren't you rushing it a bit, my friend." Nate says.
"No." Dave says. "I am every bit a man you are, Nate, I can. I will take it."
"Way to go, brother." Nate says, as he walks up and embraces Dave. Hugging him and feeling his cock and balls, "Go for it."
Nate tweaks Dave's nipple playfully. Dave does not object. Dave accepts the affection from Nate. Dave looks at Phillip.
"I expect your twenty-something ass to be next, tough man." Dave says to Phillip arrogantly.
Everyone says, 'whoa' in unison.
The bravado driven testosterone is heavy in the air. Proving who the top dog in this group is, has taken a different turn.
Phillip says nothing.
"Your ass needs to be prepared for that cock, Dave." Nate says. "Let me take care of that for you."
Nate grabs the lube and walks up to Dave. Nate drops to a squatting position in front of Dave.
"Turn around, bro, let me see that wonderful ass of yours." Nate says.
"Sure. Sure." Dave says.
Dave turns and presents his ass to Nate.
"Bend over, Dave." Nate says.
Dave bends at his waist. Nate grabs Dave's ass cheeks with his hands and spreads them. Wide.
"Somebody wants this." Nate says, playfully.
Everyone laughs. But Phillip does not.
"I do not do anything half-assed. I go full throttle." Dave says.
"Good to know." Nate replies. "I like that, and I am sure you will like this too."
Nate leans into Dave ass.
He starts rimming him with his mouth.
"Oh shit! Oh shit! I wasn't expecting that." Dave says in surprise.
Nate lifts his head from Dave's parted ass cheeks.
"You want me to stop." Nate asks.
"Fuck no! Keep it up!" Dave says. “Keep doing it!”
Nate goes back to tonguing the hairy hole of this supposed straight man. The other guys are starting to have their doubts.
"I think your cock needs some attention." Wade says, who has been eerily quiet watching on the sidelines. He figures now is as good as any to get in on some of the virgin antics of this surprising straight man.
"Well, come on, Wade." Dave says. "Your mouth is welcome on my tool any day."
Wade makes his way to Dave's cock and start sucking.
Two men, who are clearly enjoying themselves playing with this straight man as they tease his manliness, are bombarding him from both ends. His ass. And his cock.
Dave is writhing in pleasure as they massage both ends of him. A tongue lapping up his ass, a tongue pleasuring his cock, Dave is barely able to stand.
"Guys, guys, you gotta quit or I am gonna cum right now." Dave says.
Nate stops licking Dave's fur lined ass.
"Well, we can't have that, can we, yet." Nate says." Wade take your mouth of this man's cock. I think he is ready to be fucked by the eight-inch plastic cock."
Wade stands up and backs away.
"That was tasty." Wade says.
Nate stands up from behind Dave. He opens the lube bottle, pours some into hand, coating it well.
"This might help, Dave." Nate says.
Nate sticks two lubed coated fingers into Dave's ass.
Dave bellows out a loud, "Oh fuck!" that echoes throughout the backyard and the men gathered.
The men all let out a hearty laugh in unison.
"Now you are ready." Nate says. "Go sit down on that cock."
Dave walks to 'the Bench' turns around and faces us as he positions himself.
Dave hovers over the eight-inch cock, much like Paul did over the six-inch one. His cock is still hard and glistening in the southern sun from the saliva coated workings of Wade.
The guys have all gathered closer. No one is stroking their cocks, they are all hard though, even Nate and Paul after shooting off their respective loads.
Dave lowers himself slowly.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I can feel my ass spreading." Dave says.
"Keep going man, it gets better. And better." Nate says.
"Yes, it does." I say.
"You are right about that Bob." Paul says. "It feels great."
Phillip looks at Paul. He does not say anything, but his hard cock speaks volumes. He is turned on too, like the rest of the guys. Me included.
"Lower yourself, like you are doing, man." Wade says. "Let your ass take it all in."
"You are the expert, Wade." Dave says. "Oh, fucking shit! This feels so fucking good."
"I have been fucked by every size man there is." Wade says. "And my ass was paid for it, too. Keep going like you are going man."
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Dave screams out. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!”
He shoots his load when he has not even taken half of the eight-inch cock up into his ass. In his ecstasy, he loses his balance and plunges all the way down the full length of the cock.
"OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" Dave screams.
His loads hits Wade on both of his legs.
The guys rush to help him.
"No wait…wait…wait." Dave says. "I am alright. I am alright."
He says as he pants loudly from his shot load.
"Oh fuck, this feels so fucking nice." Dave says, as he wiggles on the plastic cock, his cock, still hard, which Wade has started lapping the cum from the still swelled cock pointing out from Dave's shaved balls and thinned pubes.
"Oh fuck!" Dave says. "I like this. I want a real cock up my ass."
Everyone lets out a hearty laugh.
"You never know what you are missing until you try it," Nate says.
Suddenly.
"I want the ten-inch cock and I will not cum until I have taken it all up my ass." Phillip says out of the blue. Breaking through the noise of the moment.
Nate turns to him with a smirk on his face.
"You sure about that sport?" Nate says.
"Damn straight, I am sure." Phillip says. "I want my turn."
***
"Are you sure you are ready for such a big cock up your ass, Phillip?" I ask.
"I can handle it, Bob." Phillip replies. "I am made of heartier stuff and anything Nate can do. I can do it."
"Alright sport, you do your thing." I say.
When a man feels his manhood is threatened some men will do foolish things. Phillip is in twenties and feels intimidated by a man twice his age. Nate challenged him. Nate dogged him. Phillip could have chosen a smaller cock to sit on, but he chose the biggest. And the thickest.
It did not matter the size of the cock that he could have sat on. It just that Nate wanted him to try it but being an arrogant southern man, he believes he must go for the biggest. He is letting peer pressure dictate his motives instead of common sense.
Can his ass muster the length and girth of the ten-inch plastic cock?
Probably not but Phillip will have to see for himself.
"Hey bud, you want me to lube up that ass of yours, really good?" Nate asks Phillip.
"Sure man, I want you to do it." Phillip says to Nate with a slight smirk.
Phillip wants to make sure that this man does it. He is every bit the man that Nate is. He knows it and he wants Nate to know it.
Nate grabs the lube and repeats the process he did with Paul.
Nate gently sticks two of his fingers down Phillip's tight hole.
Phillip jumps a bit as Nate inserts his fingers into his hole.
"Relax man, that plastic cock is gonna fill you up much more than my fingers do. Relax those ass muscles." Nate says to Phillip in a soothing, almost big brotherly voice.
"Yeah, that's right." Nate says. "Take my fingers, yeah, that's it."
Phillip lets his ass un-pucker. He quits tensing his muscles.
Nate leans in to kiss Phillip on the mouth. Nate still has cum on his face from Paul's cock. Nate knows this. This is another test for Phillip. Phillip does not pull away but returns the same affection back to the man. They separate.
"Now you are ready." Nate says as he withdraws his lubed fingers from Phillip's ass.
Phillip positions himself over the ten-inch cock.
We all gather around him.
Paul. Nate. Wade. Dave and myself.
Our cocks are hard, even those that have already shot their loads.
"Take it easy, son." I say. "Let your ass take in that cock slowly. It is a monster."
"I will Bob." Phillip says.
Phillip begins to lower himself. His cock, flowing cum like a continuously dripping faucet.
"Your cock is really rock-hard man." Paul says. "You will like this. You really will."
"Thanks man." Phillip says.
He lowers himself more. He has taken the plastic cock's mushroom head into his ass.
"That's good, you have the fattest part in your ass." Wade says.
"I know, I can feel it." Phillip says. "Now I know what it feels like when my mushroom head goes into an ass or a pussy."
"Yeah, man, now you know." Nate says. "You are doing good. Fucking good."
Phillip lowers himself down some more. The cum is pouring out of his own cock. He is not touching himself.
Phillip jerks. And pivots on the hard plastic cock.
"Oh shit! Oh shit!" Phillip lets a loud yelp. "Damn, I feel like I am going to burst."
"Yeah, you do, that feeling will pass." I say. "Keep going slow. Your ass can take it. It can."
"Oh yeah, Bob." Phillip says. "I can do it."
All of us are stroking our cocks now. As we watch self-fuck himself.
Seeing Phillip impale himself on the cock has us at our hardest.
"Keep stroking those cocks’ guys," Phillip says. "I want you to wash me in your cum."
Phillip lowers himself some more, the cock is almost all the way up into his ass.
We are stroking like mad men.
Phillip is leaking cum like a blown fire hydrant spewing water everywhere.
"I am gonna cum! I am gonna cum!" Phillip yells out.
"Let it cum! Let yourself cum!" Nate cries out.
We are jacking off furiously. Our cocks the hardest they have been all day.
Phillip shoots his load.
"OH, FUCKING SHIT!" Phillip cries out. “OH FUCK!!”
At the same time, we all cum and cover Phillip with our cum.
Nate first. Then Wade. Then Paul. Then Dave. Then myself. We soak Phillip down in our man-juice. Cum is in his chest hair, on his face, on his scruffy chin, the hair atop his head. Five men have exploded their loads onto him. The twenty-something man has done well.
The End
