I smelled bacon and coffee, heard the birds from my window, then felt my morning hardon pushing up against the sheets.
Pure joy grabbed my heart--every single memory of the day before suddenly tingling over my satiny-smooth and horny cockhead--making me throw back the covers and admire my huge-knobbed seven-incher. It throbbed from its dark blonde wheatfield of bush, pulsing against my sun-browned stomach, begging me to play with it.
"Uh-uh, buddy!" I whispered down at the beautiful thing. "There's probly gonna be bigger fish for you to fry...."
I heard voices coming from the kitchen. Was it the radio? Then I remembered it was Sunday.
Juan always came over from the bunkhouse for our big breakfast on Sundays! And I tore off naked for the bathroom, my mushroom-headed bad boy spanking my flat belly, my over-sized boyballs bouncing lustily and smacking my blonde-furred thighs.
I actually took one of my cold showers, wanting to calm down my hormone-horny hardon, till it could really have some satisfaction. Then, donning my usual T-shirt and gym shorts, I tromped down the hall.
The first thing I saw from the hallway was Poppa Steve's naked, solid and furry asscheeks, and his V-wedged, muscular back as he poked at some bacon cooking on the stove. My eyes then darted to the table, seeing Juan's nude, huge-shouldered, deep-grooved spine and flared lats as he sat, back to me, facing Poppa. My eyes travelled from the nape of his brown bullneck to his nude bubble-butt hugging into the back of the kitchen chair.
"We'll have to take off that second cut before it rains," Steve was saying. "But the mower needs sharpening..."
"Ahem," I cleared my throat rather dramatically.
"Hey, Tiger," Juan turned in his chair, his overalls and jockeys neatly folded on the floor.
Not actually nude as I'd thought, Poppa wore a small triangular loin cloth, the corners tied by plain kitchen string that fit along the grooves of his muscular Adonis belt--that sexy saddle where his hips meet his 30" waist--and went around his back. It looked homemade--like he'd used an old wifebeater to create a skimpy pouch to sling his big cock and balls into. And being homemade, it sagged under the weight of his heavy bundle of sex, exposing the crest of his black, fluffy, freshly-showered cockbush.
"W-wow! ...." my eyes ran riot over his huge, hairy pecs, muscular biceps, meaty forearms and thighs, then latched onto that erotically-obscene pouch. My mouth instantly watered up.
"You better get that 'Horny Club' President over here real quick, before I start the pancakes!" he gave me a toothy grin, then winked at Juan. "--Jeb, too, if he's hungry!"
I nodded, then tore off into the living room, hearing them chuckle and laugh.
"Good thing he slept in, or we wouldn't have finished makin’ 'em, huh, Steve?"
My fingers trembled as I dialed Tom's number.
"I owe you a couple'a wifebeaters, man!"
Tom said he'd be over in a flash after I stammered out what was happening. Jeb, however, must have gone off with his folks to church. 'What a shame,' I thought with a grin, turning toward the kitchen, '--Tom and I are gonna be worshipping something a whole lot more exciting!'
I re-entered to see Juan at the counter, reading the back of a pancake mix box. He, too, wore the same, homemade covering--his kinky-haired bush puffing out the gaping top--his fat salami and fat balls slung inside that obscenely-bulged, threadbare pouch.
Suddenly it was ME who was nervous. Yesterday, I was doing everything possible to make Juan show off his body--coaxing him to be more daring. But now that both he and Poppa knew we'd watched them having sex together, they'd gone whole hog being completely out there!
And so, yeah, I was almost trembling--our modest, country kitchen had become a muscleman's, loincloth cookoff! A piece of kitchen string was all that split my Poppa's furry, volleyball butt--disappearing in his tight, male crack to emerge above the erotic Y above his hard, round cheeks--the little string knotted to the string serving as his waist support for the crammed, wifebeater pouch.
I sat down quickly to hide my big-headed erection tenting the front of my shorts. "Um, Jeb's not home, and Tom's on his way," I tried to sound casual.
"Good!" Poppa gave a quick wink in Juan's direction. "Once the President's here, we'll have quorum!"
"Yeah, well, he'll likely be here in five minutes--or less," I didn't know where to look. Every place my eyes landed, I saw naked muscle and telltale bulges. "He's riding his new bike."
Juan chuckled, his biceps rolling and flexing as he stirred the pancake batter. "If you told him what I THINK you told him, he'll be here any second!"
"No doubt," Poppa chuckled, too, his furry globes rubbing and frictioning as he went over to the fridge.
"Get out the syrup, Todd--and set a place for our President."
I swallowed thickly as I got up and moved towards Juan. His big, triple-bulging pouch was planted against the cutlery drawer--and he stood right in front of the lower cupboard where the syrup was.
"Excuse me," I crouched down.
He took his time backing-up, letting his heavy, string-held, wifebeater-made sexbundle brush my t-shirted shoulder as he turned. I could feel the heat of all he had--smell the maleness of his freshly-showered body--and my big cockhead bloomed into my gym shorts as I crouched lower to open the cabinet.
Hell--I could handle pumping Juan's naked cock and had no problem getting off on the sight of the two of them going at it in the bunkhouse--but having to casually go about getting things ready for breakfast while they waltzed around in skimpy, bulging posers was an erotic, horny-producing agony! It’s not like I could just whip mine out and beat off.
By the time I'd set our round kitchen table for four, I was back to feeling I was going to have a heart attack. And it puzzled me why they weren't themselves throwing big rods in their pouches. It got to where I couldn't look at those heavy, cockhair-puffing, sex hammocks swaying between their bulging, furry, masculine thighs.
"Hey, Todd!"
I jumped up and flew out the screen door onto the porch. "Holy crap, Tom! You just aren't gonna believe this! —not in a gazillion years!"
"It's still like you said on the phone? I haven't missed anything?" He almost castrated himself getting off his bike.
I didn't have to even answer him. His large, black eyes ran up my bare legs and spied my rockhard erection tenting out my gymshorts.
"Wow, Todd! It's really true, then, huh?"
I nodded, smiling as he came up the stairs. I gave his own gymshort-covered butt a nice sexy fondle as we went inside.
"Hey, Mr. President! Set yo'self down, son!"
Tom's eyes grew huge, seeing Juan wearin’ almost nothing but a big, welcoming smile.
"Um, hi, Juan." His eyes then popped out seeing Poppa Steve's hairy, muscle-blessed physique decked-out in nothing but that over-stuffed cloth triangle. "Oh Lordy," he breathed, thinking he'd died and gone to Horny Heaven. I truly thought he was gonna pass out.
"You may as well call me Steve," Poppa said. "Mr. Thomson is a little formal now that we're all in your club, Tom."
Tom had to be led by me by the arm to the table.
And when he sat down, next to me, his eyes were running riot over Steve's furry, giant pecs and full biceps—and everything else.
"He means 'The Horny Club'," I laughed at his stunned face.
"Oh? Really?" His voice was all breathy.
Juan's bubble butt bounced high and round as he brought the batter over next to Poppa. "Steve wants to join us--but not if you can't keep it a secret," he said over his huge shoulder.
Tom eyed those two bare, man-sized asses, the single string slicing up their cracks, and nearly toppled his chair. He shot up with his right hand raised. "Oh, I swear t' God A'mighty I won't breathe a single WORD!"
His face was flushed, his gym shorts tenting in heat. "So I surely do hope you'll join in, um, Steve!"
We laughed--him, too--at his embarrassed and excited eagerness to please. And Poppa waved him back down.
Only then did I finally see that while I was out on the porch, they'd put duplicate posers on our two breakfast plates.
Poppa watched us discover them. "Well, now that I'm on the team, how about you two trying on the uniform?"
We looked at each other, then back up at them. "Gosh! Right HERE?" I asked.
"Sure! Why the heck not--or go to your room, if you prefer...."
We both grabbed our new posers and took off down the hall.
"I hope you tied those knots tight, Juan," I heard Steve say.
"Hmmmm. I kind'a hope I DIDN'T!" Their deep, male laughter filled our ears as we ducked into my room.
Tom was already pulling his T-shirt off his black-haired head. "Oh, buddy! Do you BELIEVE this???"
He and I both pulled our shorts way out and down past our roaring hardons. The beauty of Tom's tough, muscled body and that wedge of midnight-black bush in his beercan-cocked, muscular crotch was every inch a turn-on to me as seeing Juan and Poppa nearly-nude.
Tom, though, was staring at my own, huge-headed seven-incher, and my fat, low-hangers. "I thought you'd be grounded for life!"
"Yeah--me, too!" I held up the string-tangled poser, trying to figure out how to climb into it. "But instead of lying, I told him we'd seen everything last night."
Tom had no problem climbing into his and helped me get my feet through the loops. "No!
Seriously? You serious? That took guts, Toddie! I'd have lied my face off!"
We struggled to pull the pouch up and over our thrusting erections, the sweet thrills making us shudder and laugh.
"Once he knew we weren't the only ones doing stuff with Juan--that we'd caught HIM doing the same thing? --well, he kind of threw in the towel," I grinned.
We both had to stand there willing ourselves to calm down. The slightest touch or movement would have sent our cocks into jizzing overdrive.
"Threw in the towel! Whaaaat? He's buckass naked!" He started giggling and shaking, both of us too excited to function. "If Jeb was here, he'd be shootin' off all over the kitchen table!" We got into a giggling fit picturing that.
"You boys need any help?" Poppa Steve called out, then the two of them laughed.
"Oh, man! I'm so close to poppin' my cork, wearing this sexy bit a’nothin’!" Tom stared at our obscenely-thrusting pouches-- so utterly tented, our naked balls were practically falling out.
"We're coming!" I yelled back.
"No doubt!" Juan said, the two of them laughing all the more.
It was like horny torture walking back to the kitchen, the cloth frictioning our cockheads almost beyond the brink.
"Well, well," Poppa said. "--a little excited, are we?"
Juan just stared between our legs, his dark eyes glowing. "You two better sit down n' take a load off...."
We all laughed at that, as Tom and I joined them at the table. It was unreal to see us all naked from the waist up, sitting there eating pancakes and bacon, our eyes all over Juan and Poppa's muscles—and yes, theirs all over us, too!
Nothing makes me hornier than a real man's chest--and Steve has tits that punch out from his shoulders like two sofa cushions with nipples! Coated with soft, downy, black hair, those wide-circled, meat-mountains sport areolas two inches around with bullet-nippled bullseyes, fighting their way to freedom through his tit forest.
It makes me crazy looking at them, like I just wanted to forget pancakes and grab a meaty pec in both hands and ruffle through that sexy carpet and then suck and chew and lick and play and nurse on first one tit, then the other, then rub my hot cock between them, and press my cock mouth over the tip of each nipple.
And Juan's are so mighty and muscular, they swooped out over the table, dark and gleaming, jostling whenever he lifted his fork. His nipples were saucers of sex--bee-stung--pulling the muscle they sat on into up-thrusting cones.
"So now that the 'Club' has gathered..." Poppa said, munching on a piece of bacon.
".... except for poor Jeb," Tom said, barely able to eat he was so worked-up.
".... what do you want us to do?" Juan finished the question.
We looked right into Tom's large, thick-lashed, dark eyes.
He is a very handsome guy--Tom is. Not only does he have a strong jaw, but his chin is dimpled--and full lips and a sexy, very wide mouth which curls up when he smiles, making dimples at each corner. His nose is straight, and his cheekbones are so high, his big eyes look almost shut when he grins.
But he wasn't grinning now. His full, dark eyebrows tilted upwards in surprise. ".... want you to DO?" he looked at them, and then at me.
"You're the President," I passed back the ball.
"Hey! Since WHEN?" he held a forkful of pancakes in mid-air. "Who made ME the President???"
Juan shrugged his gigantic shoulders. "All in favor?" he raised his large hand.
All hands shot up, except Tom's.
"Cripes!--How would I know what we should do!" he looked at Juan and Poppa's mature, muscular torsos. "I'm just a kid!"
"You're horny though, ain't you?" Juan smiled.
"HORNY??? Heck! I'm PAST horny! I'm nearly rippin' this poser thing apart down here!" he leaned back, everyone suddenly eyeing his pouch-distorted, obscene hardon begging to be free. My mouth started watering, my own cock lurching inside my posing strap as though it were the sympathetic twin of Tom's.
"I say we go back to the scene of the 'crime'," I grinned, trying to be witty.
"Which one?" Poppa looked at Juan with a smile.
"To the barn!" Tom said. "I love your barn!!!" He looked at Juan, then at Poppa. "These posers are so damn cool! And maybe Todd and I could watch you lift weights, and maybe you could pose for us--you know—show us your muscles?"
Poppa Steve shrugged. "You're the President--and this is 'The Horny Club'—as long as whatever you want us to do is something horny? We'll do it."
"Seriously?" Tom looked at them, then grinned at me, his eyes squinting whenever he smiled.
"But if someone starts doing something you don't like, you have to pipe up," Poppa sounded serious. "If you're feeling funny about something, then say so, and we'll stop."
Poppa got up, his over-stuffed poser seriously sagging under the weight of his cock and balls. Tom and I openly ogled over its prize captive, Steve's outrageously large and now trapped kingcock, how it curved down against the totally stretched fabric, curling over those giant bullballs, with telltale bush puffing up so sexily from the gapping top of that flimsy thing, both our jaws fell open in horny fascination like we were viewing the most forbidden of male displays on the whole planet.
"That's the only rule."
"What is?" Tom had to shake his head to clear his mind. "Sorry," he looked up from Steve's crotch.
"A little distracted, are we?" Poppa smiled, purposely groping his obscene basket of sex for Tom's feasting eyes.
Juan got up, too, his practically-naked, hugely-muscled physique suddenly dwarfing the room. "We're happy to teach you things, but you have to tell us what."
"Wow! No friggin' problem!! Huh, Todd?"
"Just leave everything," Poppa said to me as I started to clear the table. "We've got more important chores to attend to," winking at me with a little grin.
I wish to hell I could have snapped a photo of Tom between Steve and Juan on the porch--Tom's poser hideously-tented--the other two looking like Greek gods with their hands on their narrow hips, those sex hammocks thudding outward from their burly thighs, the string trying like hell to hold it all in place almost at the snapping point.
I wish to hell I had a movie of us heading to the barn, too. God--their butt globes were rubbing together in the sun, their heavy posers sagging and swaying out from their crotches--their sunlit muscles, the sunlight twinkling in Poppa's chest hair--Juan's stud nipples casting shadows on his undulating abs.
Once inside, our eyes adjusting to the cool darkness, Tom and I grew more confident and surer of ourselves. After all, this was where we'd had our very first horny fun! It was like a new home--our own horny sex club. And all of a sudden it was Poppa Steve who looked a bit nervous, eyeing my hard-cocked pouch and sturdy, nicely-muscled body.
He and Juan headed for the weight-lifting equipment we'd made the day before.
"You, uh, want us to show you how to use the dumb bells?" Steve asked Tom.
"Heck, no!" Tom stood before them, hands on hips—his poser stretched all out of shape. One of his naked balls was literally tumbling out the side, all self-important, suddenly full of being elected president. "Have you guys ever wrestled each other?"
A look of surprise crossed their rugged faces.
"Wrestled?" Juan looked at Poppa's huge shoulders and bigass biceps.
"Yeah--you know--tried to pin one another!" Tom smiled impishly. "I think Juan would win, wouldn't you, Todd?" He gave me a suggestive wink.
Playing his game, I rubbed my jaw, looking at Juan, then at Poppa, then back at Juan. "Yeah—maybe you're right," I shrugged, trying to keep from smiling. "Juan's got the edge."
Steve's eyes grew wide. "W-what??? You're siding with JUAN???" he stared at me.
I shrugged. "Well, he's only 28, Pops!"
I didn't know who he was going to come after first--me or Juan--but suddenly he lunged for Juan's waist, locking his arms around him, his grizzled jaw crushed between Juan's giant pecs.
Juan's breath whooshed out. "Hey!" he yelled in surprise, crashing to the wooden floor under Steve's weight.
From then on it was a bonerizing muscle matchup made in Horny Club Heaven--my Poppa's huge thighs splayed open, Juan's meaty forearm sliding into his furry asscrease--my Dad's fat balls falling out against Juan's wrist--their jostling pecs mashed together, their mighty biceps bulging, as they grunted and tried to gain control.
"Woah!" Tom grabbed me around the waist, hugging me. "Look at that!"
Juan managed to flip Poppa over--their threadbare pouches churning together--creating friction, making their encased cocks chub-up.
Poppa's hand fought its way through Juan's torso-hugging legs--grabbing wildly at Juan's rolling butt cheeks. His fingers latched onto the support string and yanked it apart.
"Holy Jeez!" Tom pointed. "Look! Juan's bareass!"
Those huge, dark nuts suddenly hung in all their male glory below Juan's spread beachball cheeks, his dusky-pink bullseye winking at us. He grunted as his poser fell away, flopping his tubular cock against Poppa's flexing abs, his face pushed into my Dad's hairy pec-slabs.
Juan swiftly straddled Poppa's sides, using his knees to pin Poppa's out-flung biceps. "Unnngh!" Poppa grunted, unable to move under Juan's 240 lb. bulk.
Tom and I hurried to get a full-length view, just in time to watch Juan's naked bulldick fill with lust and tock upward to its naked, ten-inch glory, the glossy, flared head dripping onto Poppa Steve's leathery, sun-browned neck.
"Awwwh, man!" Tom moaned. "Check THAT out, Toddie!"
Suddenly the barn door creaked open.
"T-Tom? Todd???"
"Jeb!" Tom yelled. "Get in here quick!"
Even before his eyes could adjust to the darkness, Tom and I slid the door shut, then attacked and stripped him buck naked.
"Hey!" The fair-haired Jeb stood with us by the door, his soft, fleshy dong curling sexily over his low-hanging nuts.
"What's going on? What're you WEARING???" he stared, wide-eyed.
We led him over to Juan and Poppa.
"Ohmygod!" his over-sized cock instantly began filling with hot blood as he stared at Juan's naked erection knifing from his thick, wooly bush, my Dad staring up at his heavy-hanging, generous, dark balls.
"They're wrestling!" Tom announced. "And they made us these cool pouches!"
"Where were you? I phoned over to your place earlier," I watched Jeb's eight-incher literally hurling itself upward in lusty pulsing heartbeats till it rakishly curved inward, the slightly-smallish head kissing his bellybutton.
"We were in c-church," Jeb stared in wide-eyed shock at my lust-distorted poser--my cock lancing hotly to the left.
"I'm the 'Horny Club' President!" Tom tilted his hips to show off his 'official', obscenely-stretched pouch. "And we get to tell Juan and Steve, here, what to do!"
"S-Steve??" Jeb stared at my pinned Poppa. "That's Mr. ... I mean, that's your Dad, Todd!"
“He’s NOT ‘my Dad’, Jeb, I told you that.” I stared him down. “He’s only like a Dad to me, is all…”
"Stop yacking and see for yourself, Jensen,” Tom ordered, trying to impress Jeb with his new status as President.
He suddenly walked over behind my Dad's head, his poser thrust out between Juan's meaty pecs. "I want you to play with my cock!"
He sounded so high and mighty--full of his newfound Presidential status--that is till Juan's giant biceps locked around his little waist and crushed his loin-cloth-trapped erection against his tits.
"OH!" Tom gasped, his large eyes wide in horny alarm and surprise.
Blond, curly-haired Jeb started masturbating over the raunchy sight, his ivory-skinned muscles flexing--his hips tilted--his mouth slack. But I quickly moved behind the bear-hugged Tom, looking down at Steve lying flat on his back.
"Are you okay, Poppa?"
"With THIS view?" he grinned, nodding up at Tom's spread-open bubble butt. "You tell me!"
"Ohhhhh, Juan!" Tom groaned.
Steve and I watched as Juan's fingers hooked under the string splitting Tom's cheeks and broke it apart. The flimsy pieces fell away, making Tom moan and friction what remained of his poser off his tit-frictioning cock.
His naked, beercan-sized, five inch rod rode up between Juan's sweat-slippery, brown, hairless pecs, Tom fucking the crease. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he groaned. "I missed out on this yesterday!" His fat balls massaged Juan's nipples, Tom's hands coming behind Juan's head, shoving his rugged face between the Irish teen's own mounded pecs, which Juan licked and then laved all over, chewing each nipple with little tugs till Tom groaned up to the rafters.
"Do something for me," Poppa said from the floor, freeing his biceps from beneath Juan's knees.
"Sure! What?" I felt dazed with lust and horniness, reluctantly tearing my eyes away from watching Tom tit-fucking and Juan love-biting Tom’s nipples.
"My poser...it's too tight...."
Those words were enough to complete recapture my attention! "...you want me to....?"
He nodded, smiling up at me. "....I know you’re always calling me ‘Poppa’ and turning me into a second dad, but today let's just be two guys in the 'Horny Club'. OK?"
"Sure!" My heart pounded with joy.
"And Todd?"
"Yeah, Poppa?"
He gave me a broad smile and a wink. "If Tom and Jeb can call me 'Steve', then so should you!"
I felt a thrill grab my balls. "I--I don't know if I can, um, Steve...but I sure do want to!"
He laughed, the deep, rolling sound in itself a huge turn-on, without even having to gaze on his hunky, virile, practically naked physique.
"Cool. Now how about taking care of business?"
"Do that thing you did to Jeb!" Tom's satiny, mushroom cockhead smeared Juan's pec crease with boyjuice, making the enormous, muscle-mounds wet and even more sex-slickened.
Juan’s laugh was deep and sexy while using both hands to push inward and pillow his hunky mantits over top the whole length of Tom's sizzling porker, watching Tom piledrive his lusty cock in-and-out Juan's pec tunnel.
"Oh God, yeah! Fuck!" Tom shouted up to the rafters, tongue hanging out, his big eyes rolling back in total turn on.
I moved trancelike behind Juan, my eyes caressing his beachball, naked butt, the muscular globes so hard and round there wasn't even a dimple. Below him--spread out on the barn floor--were Poppa's hairy, muscular calves and gigantic thighs.
"C'mere, Jeb," I heard him suddenly say. "Why don't you come here and sit on my face?"
Jeb’s eyes became saucers, his neck instantly reddening. "S-eriously, Mr., um, Steve??"
I watched Jeb's sturdy, naked body--his eight-inch rod bouncing about so stiffly in arousal it looked in danger of either splitting apart or snapping clean off--as he straddled Poppa's chest and squatted.
"Ohhhh! W-what are you DOING???" he shouted, his head thrown back, his legs trembling in heat.
