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[Not particularly bareback, though there is some bb sex in the story, but hot nonetheless...]

When I started on my first cycle I was about nineteen. I had just entered college the year before but had already decided that I wasn't going to try for any teams as I didn't have time for it, but I wanted to keep working out and keep in shape. My desire to grow larger soon turned into an obsession as I became a serious, albeit young, bodybuilder and worked out six days a week.

I had hit a plateau and been stuck there for months. I tried everything - varying my workout, vitamins, pills from magazines and such, but nothing really worked. This guy in the gym I was talking to one day then offered me roids.

I thought about it for a bit - I knew the side effects, of course, but figured if I was only on them for a little while it wouldn't be a problem, right?

I don't drink or do any drugs, so my kidneys and liver seemed okay. It wasn't until I'd been on the roids for two years that anybody ever mentioned it.

Taylor, my boyfriend for the last four months or so, asked if I ever thought about the side effects. I told him of the kidney and liver stuff and how I always checked out okay. "Not that," he said. "Look at your balls, man."

My balls had always been a little small. I have small genitals and will admit it; it's never really mattered as I've always been a bottom. I'm okay with it, and never thought anybody really cared until Taylor said something.

"That can't be good for you," he said. "Have you ever tried injecting natural testosterone?"

"You need a prescription for it. I'll try to cut back, though." I meant it, too - I really liked Taylor, and if he wanted me to cut back then I would at least make the effort.

The problem was, when I did I started losing mass. I'm 6'1", and went from 240 to 230 in just a week. I went back on them. Taylor said he understood, but still wished I could give them up.

Once my attention had been brought to my balls I started paying more to them. The longer I was on the roids the more they shrivelled. I wasn't really sure how I felt about it, but Taylor seemed to actually enjoy that particular effect - he liked having a huge lover with a small cock, and not much in the way of balls.

We lay in bed one night, him fonding me, and he brought the topic up again. "I've been thinking," he said. "We could get you a prescription for testosterone patches."

"Yeah? How?"

"Well, we'd simply need to prove a medical need for it. You would have to stop producing it otherwise."

"I doubt I produce it now."

"So do I, but we would need to guarantee it, and there's only one way we could do that."

"What?" I asked the question already knowing the answer.

"Castrate you."

He let that soak in for a bit and then continued. "You've already essentially done it to yourself, and you've said before that they didn't do much. If you actually didn't have testicles, then you could get the prescription."

"I don't know..." Castration seemed a little severe.

"Ah, it's just a though. No big deal." He rolled over.

I thought about it that night, and the next, and for some time. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea, but I wanted to go further. I wanted all of my more or less useless genitals gone, just smoothed over.

So, one day I told Taylor. "Remember how you said I should just have myself castrated?"


"What would you think about me having a smooth groin, no cock, no balls, no nothing?"

A lump grew in his jeans, and I knew he needed no convincing.

The real problem now was finding someone capable of doing the operation safely. At the time we were just looking for someone to cut my balls out - we knew my cock would be harder to get rid of so figured we'd wait on it.

It took two months, but we found somebody. The guy used to be a medic in the Marines. We talked to him a bit on the phone and told him about me. He seemed excited by the prospect of castrating a guy like me.

We drove down to see him. He met us at the door wearing just shorts. The guy was about 35, pretty well built. He shaved his head bare and looked like he did his body too. He invited us in and looked me over, seeming pleased. "Why don't you get naked and we'll get started?"

I stripped down and he gave me a quick exam to make sure I wasn't going to have a coronary or anything when my balls came off. While he did, Taylor and I talked to him a bit.

"So how did you get into this, anyway?" Taylor asked him.

"Cough," he told me, and I wondered why he cared about my shriveled nuts. "When I was in the service I had to do one once on a boy who got shot through his balls. I was in him, cutting the things out, and as I did it got more and more horny. This kid was about to lose his manhood, and I was taking it from him.

"Got me thinking. This kid was a Marine, the best of the best, supposedly the manliest of men, and he had no balls. Thinking about it got me horny, and I wanted to do it again.

"I got lucky as hell about it nearly a year later when some boys got into a fight over something; I never knew what. My guess was a woman because one of them tried to slash at the other boys' groin with a bayonet. He got him square in the scrotum but the other kid still stood - that boy was an ox, he was - and started beating the other boy in. Got so pissed he started kicking the other boy in the crotch so hard he crushed both of his balls.

"So here I come in. The boy who get kicked was treated first, and his both had to go. I was almost so horny after finishing him that I couldn't do the other boy.

"I examined him and saw that he would be fine - he got cut, and you bleed a lot there," he looked up at me, "Bend over son," then just continued as he probed my prostate. "I'm ashamed to say it, but even though the boy's testicles were fine I told him they were gangrenous and had to go.

"The kid took it like a man, though. I cut his suckers out and nearly came when I did it. When I left the first thing I did was go to the showers and jack off. When I got out I looked at my underwear; they were soaked in precum."

He stood up. "You're good enough, boy. Come on." We followed him into the room he did this stuff in. "After that I was an addict. Anytime a kid had anything wrong with his balls, I used every excuse I could to nut him, even if I could only take one. Pretty soon, my desires changed a little."

We walked into the room. It was a miniature operating room with a table in the middle, sink, cabinets, and a tray with some instruments and such on it. He yanked off his shorts to reveal his groin. Taylor and I both noted with some surprise that he had been castrated as well, but more...his cock had been mostly cut off too, leaving just a stub about an inch long, and currently as erect as a stub can get. "As you can see, I decided that I wanted to be cut a bit as well."

He lay me on the table and put my feet into stirrups hanging from the ceiling, then strapped me down to the table. He stuck my cock with an anesthetic and while it went numb kept talking.

"Castrating other guys was still a thrill, but I wanted more. As time went on I realized that what I was doing to these other guys was what I wanted to have done to myself. So,after getting up the courage," he was now putting disinfectant all over my cock, "I castrated myself. It wasn't the smartest idea, but I managed it and nobody found out. I took two days sick, as I was still a Marine at the time, but afterwards managed to recover quickly. I was back on my feet in a day or so, although, I don't recommend working out for at least a week." He washed his own hands and put on rubber gloves, laying out his tools while he waited for the disinfectant to dry.

"The thing was, even after castrating myself I wanted more. I prescribed myself testosterone shots, and it was like nothing had really changed. I wanted more.

"It took a long time, but eventually I managed to find someone willing to do it. He said he knew how to do this sort of thing, and that he had done them before. I believed him.

"He put a catheter in my cock anesthitized it, then cut all the way around the base. It seemed like all was going well until I started bleeding big time. He didn't seem to know exactly what to do, and as he started to panic I had to talk him through it as I lost consciousness.

"I found out later he had ended up calling a hospital. They fixed me up okay but I never saw my 'cutter' again...good thing to; I would have killed him. They asked what happened, and I told him the last thing I remembered was being hit over the head with something heavy. They seemed to buy that.

"It took a few weeks to recover. I was transferred to a military hospital to recuperate and offered a medical discharge, I think just out of pity. I faked remorse - I was pretty pissed off about it, but secretly happy that most of my cock had been removed.

"I took the discharge, and here I am. I still get off on this stuff, and like gelding men willing to let me."

"So how many have you done?" I asked him. "I'm numb, by the way."

"Twenty, maybe twenty-five. All manly men."

"We are looking for someone to take his cock, by the way," Taylor mentioned. "You want us to let you know if we find anybody reliable?"

"Hell yes - I want all of this," he motioned toward his mutilated groin, "off! You ready, son?" he asked me.

I nodded.

He started slowly with the scalpel. It hurt a little - enough to be annoying, but not really painful. The first incisions were vertical, down the length of my rather small scrotum. Once the cuts had been made, he worked out the balls with his hands. They looked so naked - like little raisins. Once the first was out, he snipped it off and tied off all the blood vessels and the vas deferens, then did the same with the other. After some quick cleanup work with blood vessels, and removing as much of my scrotum as he could safely do, he stitched me up and wrapped a tight bandage about my cock.

Afterwards we sat around and talked some. Taylor got naked as well and they fooled around a little. Later, after I felt like walking, I downed a plate of aspirin and we headed out to get some dinner - I had been told not to eat beforehand and was starving.

We all seemed to get along really well together, actually, and ended up making plans for a threesome whenever I healed.

Heal I did, and quickly. I went on the testosterone patches Tom prescribed for me almost immediately. Within a week my cock didn't hurt any more, even when I got erect, and there was no blood in my cum. I was still a little nervous about sex, though, so waited a few more days, about to burst - no sex in a week and a half; I was about to explode. About two days later I pretty much tackled Taylor.

He fucked my brains out. It felt like his cock was hitting the base of my brain, and I remembered that he hadn't had sex in a week and a half either. I even fucked him a little, just to make sure everything really was okay. It felt fine; a little sore later but no other problems.

We invited Tom over for the promised threesome, and it was okay. He was really into dildos, so my ass hurt a bit after he gave me a working over. He also like to get fucked himself, so we settled on Taylor working his ass and me playing with his stub in my mouth. He really seemed to get off on the muscle trip, and when we went to standing position would have me flex while he felt it and I sucked.

The testosterone patches weren't quite as good as the normal roids but worked, albeit slowly. I wore three or four at a time when Taylor wasn't looking; he only wanted me on one or two, max. What happened was that the steroid muscle slowly turned into more lasting tissue - normally when you go off them, you lose the extra muscle pretty quick. I did lose some, but with the huge testosterone boost I was getting it helped pick up some of the slack.

The first time I went back to the gym after my castration I worked out as normal, in fairly snug shorts and a tank, which quickly ended up in my bag. I had shaved my body before coming and hadn't gotten to show off to anybody but Tom in the last week or so.

I got the reaction I look for - smaller guys looking at me with awe, larger ones with envy, and the truly huge with more understanding. After stretching/preening a bit, I went into my set as usual. I'd lost a little from the week off, but my energy level was high so overall did well.

When done I dropped my shorts and walked in the showers as usual, not even thinking about my recent alteration. I soaped up and watched the guys come into the shower after me, and gave them the usual show. I did notice more of my hair coming out on top, which took my attention for a moment. I turned around to wash my hair and then remembered: I had no balls - these guys could see that, easily, especially with my small cock! I turned back around and washed, worried that somebody had noticed. I didn't hear anything, though, so when done I wrapped my towel about myself loosely and got dressed quickly. Some of the guys I usually saw bullshitted with me, and I was pretty sure nobody noticed.

As the weeks passed, I started taking more chances - showering the old way, back towards the wall for longer periods, wondering if anybody would notice or even care. I still got looks at my body but nobode seemed to see it. I figured they were too entranced by the muscle. I heard a comment about my small cock once but still they didn't say anything about the absence of testicles.

When Taylor found a guy who said he could do a penectomy, I thought all that was over with. The guy turned out to be a fake, so I won a small reprieve. About a month later he contacted a guy who seemed to be for real, though. He could do the whole deal, he claimed - urethral relocation, total penile tissue removal, the whole bit. We decided to have it done in about a month, when the guy could take a vacation.

I got even more bold showing off my genitals, and finally one guy seemed to notice. His name was Andy. Nice guy, probably gay, nearly as well built as me - better chest, worse legs, hot. We were dressing at adjacent lockers and he asked me if I was on roids.

"Sorta," I told him. "Got patches."

"Just thought I'd point it out, man," his voice got lower, "Your balls are tiny, dude."

"No, they're not," I told him, smiling.

"Man, I can hardly see 'em...some guys have been talking about it."

"They're not small, man, they're gone."

He snorted at this and then looked at me wide-eyed. "You're kidding me. You don't have balls?"

"Had 'em removed about two months ago so I could get patches and go off the roids. Liver damage n' all. Here..." I whipped it out. "Feel it."

He wrapped his hand around my cock and tried to feel for them. It got me hard, of course. "So you can still get a hard on?"

"Yeah, the patches are testosterone so everything still works. Cum's a little weird - clear, and not much of it. Otherwise it's all the same, at least, for another two weeks."

"What happens then?"

"I'm getting my cock cut off."

He just stood there for a second, and looked at my cock in his hand. He looked me over for a second or two, then back down, his own cock slowly becoming hard.

"Holy shit." We both got dressed in silence, me wondering what he would say and silently cursing myself for letting it spill. I had kind of wanted to and kind of didn't, but now it was done. I kept glancing at him, trying to make out an expression. "Totally smooth, huh?" he finally spoke.


Another pause. "Can I get a friend the same deal?"

Andy wanted his lover cut as well. He told me they both had some fantasies about it for awhile but had never taken them seriously because they didn't think that sort of thing was possible. Andy didn't have much in the way of balls either but his cock was nice. His lover was about average as well in the ball department, but like me, had a tiny cock. He was even worse off, though - even erect it looked like all he really had was a head poking out of some skin. Andy wanted to be castrated as well but liked his cock, and actually was looking into enlargement. We contacted the surgeon and he said he could do three, just not all on the same day.

The two weeks passed all too slowly. When the weekend came for it to happen we were all pretty nervous. Tom and I were sititting on our couch. Andy was pacing and his boyfriend, a guy named Curtis, was playing Solitaire on the computer. Taylor had gone to pick up the cutter from the airport we flew him into. With his two seater he had to go alone, leaving the rest of us here to get nervous as hell.

Tom spoke up. "Any of you want to use those cocks of yours one last time? I'm fuckin' horny as hell." All three of us spoke up, so ended up pairing off. Curtis and Tom made it on the couch while Andy and I took each other on the floor. Andy was usually a top and I a bottom, but since it was my cock that was about to get cut off we switched, at first anyway.

It was only the second time I'd fucked anybody since I'd been castrated myself. It still felt a little weird; I kept expecting to feel my balls swinging at least a little bit. When I came it felt different too - without the cum to be forced out of my testicles, the only spew came from my prostate. I'd always been aware of that feeling before, but never noticed it what with the cum spurting out. Now that I did, it felt like the orgasm came from not just my balls, but my whole midsection. It was definitely different.

We swapped places and went at it again. As he kept pounding into me I decided that having my cock gone would easily be the best thing for me - much as I liked using it, being on the receiving end was so much better.

Right as Andy came in me I looked up to see the door open and Taylor walk in with the cutter. When I saw the cutter, I came - not because of what he looked like but what he was going to do to me. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me," he jibed. He introduced himself as Eric.

Andy and I finished up and washed off, and Tom and Curtis soon followed. Once we were all clean, dry, and naked, the cutter had most of his stuff set up in the bathroom. We figured that it was the best place since the blood would be easier to clean.

Eric was a pretty good looking guy with slender, compact muscles. Tom was going first, so as he prepped him we talked a little. He had done four penectomies so far and two straight castrations. Turned out he was a med school student. He had gotten started when a transsexual he'd met offered him $500 to emasculate him/her. He ended up getting a real thrill out of it, and afterwards the transsexual made sure he had more business. Still, he wasn't really into effeminate men and said the chance to nullify real men was way more of a turn on.

I didn't get to watch as Tom's stub got removed. The bathroom was too small to fit in an observer as well as Tom, Eric, and Taylor, who was acting as surgeon's assisstant since he was the only one not getting something removed. The rest of us just watched TV naked, jacking off or being jacked as we got horny.

After two hours or so Tom was done. He was way groggy from the painkillers, so we put him on my bed with a towel between his legs. He was conscious enough to know to stay there and not play with his crotch, anyway.

I was next. Eric dabbed on the disinfectant and I watched his erection grow as he looked at my body. Within minutes I was lying in the tub with my legs spread, groggy and barely conscious from the drugs and trying nto to squirm from the catheter being inserted down my pisshole. I watched as the scalpel dug into my cock for the first time.

It hurt, but it was an odd kind of hurt, like somebody else was the one being cut or it was my cock but far away. Within minutes I was watching Eric slide it off of the catheter and dropping it into the tray Taylor held. Taylor looked like he could have supported the tray himself with his erection. Maybe it was just the drugs, but it looked as big as I'd ever seen it.

After that the drugs really kicked in hard and I drifted. I was vaguely aware of Eric poking a new pisshole out lower down but it wasn't as clear or intense a feeling as the cuts into my groin had been.

Then, it was all over. Taylor washed me off while Eric left, and then he and Andy carried me in next to Tom, who was passed out.

I didn't wake up until the next day. I felt like I'd had the worst hangover of my life - my head was pounding, my muscles aching, and every time I moved my groin screamed at me.

Tom was still next to me. "Hey...you awake?" I muttered.


"Did they leave us any painkillers?"

"Yeah. Just a second." He leaned way to the right and grabbed a bottle of pills and a thermos. "Here. Don't take more than two."

The water was warm, but it helped me get them down. After half an hour or so they kicked in. I felt nauseous but better. A glance at the clock told me it was 7.

Taylor walked in. "I thought I heard voices in here. How are you two feeling?"

We both groaned in unison. "You two hungry at all? Curtis and I were going to run out and get some pancake mix or something for breakfast before he and Andy get cut." I wasn't hungry, so just nodded my head.

"You guys want a TV in here?" Neither of us seemed to. "Okay. We'll be back in a bit. Andy'll check on you every few minutes or so."

Andy did so about ten minutes later, and that was the last time I saw him as a man with testicles. I dozed off until that afternoon, and by the time I was awake he was a eunuch and Curtis a smooth as me and Tom. We felt okay to watch TV by that point and eat a little bit. Eric was staying until Sunday. He came in and changed the dressings and hung out a little bit. I wanted to walk some but he wouldn't let me.

The most embarrassing part of the whole deal was that I couldn't even piss freely. Even with the new pisshole there was still the catheter since I couldn't walk. I had to pity Taylor as he was the one to empty them all.

By Sunday Andy was up and about, albeit slowly. We said our goodbyes to Eric and he made us promise to send pictures. After that Tom and I dosed up and spend the next day in a daze.

Around Tuesday I was able to walk slowly. Anytime my legs rubbed against my catheter it hurt like a bitch, so I had to waddle with them slightly apart. I had enought muscle control to keep from pissing myself, though, and Wednesday the catheter came out. My whole midsection was black and blue, and Eric had left strict instructions that I was not to work out for at eleast two weeks. Andy and Curtis went home then but said they'd give us a call in a week or so if we wanted to get together. Tom stayed at our place all week until we were both moving again, then took off himself.

That Saturday I could wear pants again. As weird as not having a dick was, it was weirder having the cotton of my underwear rub against it.

Taylor and I fucked like crazy as soon as I felt up to it. It was really weird - I would get a very slight tightness in my groin when I should have had an erection, and then when I managed to cum, there was an orgasm but, without a prostate, nothing came out, not even the slight dribble I had become used to.

My nipples got a lot more sensitive without the comparatively more powerful stimulation my cock used to give. For that matter, my whole skin seemed more sensitive. The orgasm came from deeper inside me now, instead of just my cock or absent balls.

I started back at the gym as soon as I could - I had a lot to make up, what with not doing anything for two weeks. My muscles were straining for a workout.

My usual admirers were there too, as was Andy. I kept noticing surprised looks when they glanced at my crotch, now totally empty. There was still a nasty yellowish bruise, but it was healing quickly. Andy seemed to enjoy teasing them, and eventually showed off his groin, with its nice cock and no testicles. Once my bruise was gone, I tried working out one day in tight briefs, showing without doubt that there was nothing down there.

It was weird - when I had been castrated I worried about people finding out. Now that I was totally nullified, I enjoyed showing it off - I wanted people to know. There was the occaisional nervous comment about it, and I'm sure people talked, but this time I didn't care.

Taylor seemed to be really enjoying it, too. He didn't have to bother with reacharounds if I couldn't cum before him any more, and even though I was taking the testosterone like crazy, my sex drive had decreased. Sometimes I didn't cum but didn't want to, and well, sometimes I pretty much had to attack him.

Andy told me about Curtis every once in awhile. Apparently he had a hard time at first but was better now. Curtis didn't want hormones and was planning on slimming down anyway - he just wanted to be Andy's tool, used when necessary. Andy said he had been having hot flashes pretty badly and night sweats, but they had mostly disappeared at this point, and he was happy being for the most part asexual.

Andy himself hadn't had any problems at all. He was still on megadoses of hormone and loving it.

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I am not going to have my cock cut off, but it is my plan to have my balls removed, the scrotum gone and I am already on anti-androgens and estrogen.


The E makes me want cock so badly I drip in my panties all day.

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Bottom sluts like me like to feel those balls slapping my ass or face while bing furiously fucked. I love having those big fucking balls in my face while swallowing a fat cock.

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I'm competitive bodybuilder, very manly, but secretly like too push my balls into body and tightly bind cock between legs and then pretend I'm sissy boy in panties and become effeminate acting.  Need breeding

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Last night was amazing.  Dom Top forced me to be effeminate, dress up like a Drag Queen and use a gaff to squeeze and hide all signs of manhood.  He said he's basically straight and doesnt get turned on by men.  By end of play, it actually looked like I had a pussy with big swollen lips.

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we bottoms/ trans would be far better without both penis and testicles that way we have to concentrate in making sure we give as much pleasure as possible whilst being used 

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      “First it was me and Addison, then it spread to the other guys around mid-sophomore year.  We know what we like.  We know what it takes to look like we do.”
          Jeremy was slightly confused.  Confused, but excited.  “What do you mean?”
          “Dude, look at how much work we put into our bods.  Look at all the money and time spent, protein, creatine, glutamine, and weekends we’ve given away.  All the planning and dieting we’ve done.  What was it for, huh?”
          Jeremy thought.  “Looking good.”
          “Fuck yeah.  Now why would we waste all this,” he said as he flexed his bicep, “for some anorexic drunk bitch at a club?  Or a stoned cunt at Lollapalooza?  We’re better than that.  We’re better than them.  We take strength and looks over everything, so it was natural for this to happen.”
          “What to happen?” Jeremy asked.  He knew it was a dumb question.  He already knew the answer.  But he wanted to hear it from Porter’s vain mouth.  The man in front of him was never more lucrative.  
          “Jeremy, we fuck studs now.  Men.  The biggest ripped, toned, meatheads we can get our dicks into.”  Porter chuckled as he examined his calves.  “We’re sluts.  We want hunks.”
          Jeremy slowly nodded, processing the information.  “So does everyone, I mean, all the other guys—”
          “We’ve all fucked each other,” Porter finished.  “You were the most reserved and uptight about girls and shit, so we tried to keep it from you.”
          Porter shook his head.  “I dunno.  I knew you’d want to, but the others weren’t so sure.”
          “Hmm.”  Jeremy did not even notice that he was leaking precum onto the floor.  Porter did, though. 
          “You can make the decision for yourself.”  Porter came over, without invitation, and tugged on Jeremy’s dick.  It immediately stiffened.  It felt amazing.   “I know you’re a slut for studs.  I want to see you in action, too.  Do you want to see me?”
          Jeremy’s mind was reeling.  This was happening fast.  But it was a surge far more exciting than anything he’d ever experienced before.  “I . . .”
          Porter let go, stepping backwards.  “Addison’s in the shower.  We’re going to fuck.  You can come watch if you want.”
          With that, Porter left the room, his ass almost bouncing as he walked.  
          Jeremy was not sure what to do.  After that discussion, Porter definitely made him feel like he was above fucking girls.  But he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to fuck a guy.  On the other hand, Porter was by and far the hottest person Jeremy thought he had ever let touch him.  It was the muscle, vanity, and arrogant attitude that escalated him to a prime piece of ass.  
          Jeremy looked at himself in the mirror.  It was instinct for him to flex some part of his body.  Just to see the results of his labor.  
          Yes, he decided, he was like Porter.  And he wanted to see more.
          Jeremy followed Porter’s path, going towards the sound of running water.  He went into the bedroom across the hall.  The room was a mess.  Clothes enough for two people and a thong were strewn on the floor.  The sheets on the bed were tangled and twisted.  It was clear Addison and Porter had spent the night together.
          The door to the bathroom was wide open.  Light steam was coming out of the doorway. Jeremy, totally naked and sporting a semi, gingerly walked over the threshold and into the bathroom.  There was a sink by the door, followed by the toilet, and a wall-to-wall Jacuzzi bathtub on the opposite wall.  Addison was standing up in the tub, which was filled with water.  His strong jaw was glistening with sweat.  His tanned body was without any hair at all, except for the small patch above his rock hard cock.  Porter was on his knees in the tub, practically gagging on Addison’s manhood.  There was a lust for it, a desire.  Porter took pleasure in it, not at all deterred that he looked like the bitch of the situation.  
          Addison looked up, then winked at Jeremy.  “Morning,” he smiled. 
          Jeremy nodded, not wanting to interrupt too much.
          Porter looked up from the cock he was servicing.  A strand of precum connected his lips to Addison’s manhood.  “Sit on the toilet, slut.  He’s mine for now.”
          Jeremy did as he was told.  He sat down and began stroking himself.  He had plenty of precum to lubricate.  
          Porter sucked on Addison for a little while longer, choking vigorously.  He sucked like he lifted: no holding back.  Jeremy wished Porter was sucking on his cock.  He got harder just thinking of it.
          Eventually Addison shoved Porter off of him.  Some water sloshed out of the tub in a single wave.  No one cared.  
          “Bend over, bitch,” Addison grinned.  His dick had to have been at least eight inches long.  
          With a stern look and a nod, Porter turned around and lifted his ass to Addison.  It wasn’t for fun, it seemed, but a duty to Addison.  Jeremy could tell through Porter’s face.  Porter believed Addison deserved his ass.  It made Jeremy all the more harder.  He stroked with more vigor.
          Addison reached on the bathtub rim for a condom conveniently laying there.  There was also a bottle of lube.  Addison ripped the wrapper apart with his teeth and began to put it on.  
          Porter, watching Jeremy with strict eyes, shook his head.  “No.”
          “What you say?” Addison asked, the condom halfway on his dick.
          “No.  No condoms.  I want him to see natural man-fucking.”
          Addison smirked, then ripped the condom off his dick.  He threw it at Jeremy’s face.  “Fag,” Addison laughed.  Addison then lubed up his dick and began to push it into Porter’s hole.
          Jeremy took the condom off his face and cast it onto the floor.  He wanted to see everything.  Addison took no time in getting into Porter’s man cunt.  It only took a total of ten seconds before he was balls-deep.
          Jeremy was impressed.  Porter only held a look of concentration as Addison went to town on him.  Pound after pound, with varying intensity, pushed into him.  
          “Fuck yeah,” Porter said after a couple of minutes.  “Fucking POUND that pussy!” he yelled.  His face was starting to get red.  
          Addison kept nailing Porter, harder and harder.  Jeremy looked closer at Porter’s ass.  It was hairy and slick.  The fur clung to Addison’s dick as it was thrust out and into Porter’s insides. 
          Porter turned and looked at Jeremy.  “I want you later,” he said.  It was as if no one was fucking him, like natural conversation on the side of the street.  Addison took an extra hard thrust.
          “Good thing about Porter,” Addison panted, “is that he never complains.  He’s a power bottom.”
          “FUCK YEAH!” Porter screamed.  It took Jeremy by surprise at the volume.  “FUCK ME, MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!”
          Addison went into a wild thrusting.  He rutted harder into Porter’s hole than Jeremy had seen in any porn.  It was wild.  Porter in turn grabbed the backs of Addison’s legs and pushed deeper inside himself.  
          Addison started to curve his spine.  “Uh, uh, I’m about to cum.”
          “FUCK ME!” Porter screamed, pushing Addison harder into his hole.  Jeremy was bewildered.  He stroked his cock faster.
          “UH, UH, OH my GOD!!” Addison yelled, stopping the thrusting and slamming his pelvis into Porter’s hole.  Jeremy could tell Addison was spurting in Porter’s ass by the ruts of both their hips.
          “Fuck yeah!” Porter yelled, slapping the water in triumph.  Half a liter of bathwater was thrown onto the walls and floor.  Addison pulled his dick out and crouched in the water.  He was eye level to Porter’s hole.  
          “Come on, man, show me the money,” Addison urged.
          “Oh my god,” Jeremy said, unable to hold himself.  He was so close to cumming.
          Porter looked over at him.  “Come over here, show me what you’re working with.”
          Jeremy, without hesitation, got up and kept stroking himself.  “I’m close.”
          Porter looked up at him.  He was not a lover, hooker, friend, or even weight lifter at that point.  He was a slut.  Only existing for cum.  Man juice.  The milk of all humanity, sperm of life.  Given to the holes of sluts.  
          Jeremy began to spurt, cumming all over Porter’s ass.  Addison looked up with a smile and caught the rest in his mouth, sucking on Jeremy’s dick.  Jeremy pushed him away.  
          “No!  I want it on him!”  
          Addison laughed and spit the cum on the small of Porter’s back. “Fine, dude!”
          Jeremy finished cumming and shook the last of his spunk onto Porter.  Addison was still crouching, watching the cum drizzle.  “Fuck.”
          Porter, looking up at Jeremy, tightened his abdomen and squirted Addion’s splooge out of his ass.  He was like a water gun.  The cum fell all over Addison’s ripped chest.  
          Addison leaned back in the bathwater and breathed heavily.
          Porter stood up.  His skin was splotched from the exertion.  His cock was still rock hard.  “Lick it.”
          Jeremy looked form Porter to Addison and back again.  He made up his mind.  
          In two licks, he went down on Addison’s chest and removed all the cum.  He held it in his mouth.  It was incredibly salty.
          Porter stepped out of the tub and pushed his body tight against Jeremy’s.  “Give it to me.”
          They made out, transferring the cum between both of them and using is as lube between their tongues.  Each swallowed greedily after most of it had dissolved.  
          Porter stood back.  His dick was standing proud.  “You slut.  Welcome.”
          Jeremy had never felt more free.
    • By Porsche911
      Jeremy stared out of the window, watching tree after tree pass. His forehead was beginning to feel numb from the glass, so he straightened up in his seat and looked around at his fellow passengers. 

      Danny, a shorter guy with a blonde military-cut hairstyle, was messing around on his phone in the seat beside Jeremy. On the row behind them were Addison and Porter. Addison was of a tan complexion, had a strong jaw, and striking blue eyes. Porter, on the other hand, was pale by comparison. Porter always had the scruffy look about him, like he'd just gotten out of bed.

      Driving the Escalade was Sean, who looked more mature than he really was. And in the passenger's seat was Christopher, whose Italian genes could be spotted from a mile away. They were all on their way to a weekend getaway from college. Deep in the mountains, Sean's dad owned a cabin that they had all been allowed to stay at. 

      All six men had met each other at the gym since first starting college. They had grown close since then, and after three years of lifting weights, were each extremely muscular. 

      "I'm so fucking tired of this electro shit," Porter said loudly from the back. He took a swig from his beer bottle and shook his head. "Who the fuck listens to Skrillex anymore?"

      "Come on, man, it's a classic," Sean said, turning up the music. As he smiled, his bleached teeth were showcased from the rearview mirror. 

      "Deadmau5 is way better, just sayin'," Christopher said.

      "I have to disagree with you there," said Sean.

      "Yeah, me too, they both suck," Jeremy said. 

      "Fuck you!" Sean yelled. "What else are we going to listen to? Fucking Lady Gaga?"

      "I heard she's got a dick," Porter said absentmindedly.

      "With all that tight shit she wears? No way," Addison said.

      "Well, what'll it be, then, gentlemen?" Christopher asked, hooking his phone up to the console. "Rock? Rap?"

      "What about something with a banjo? We're in the goddamn mountains, for Christ sakes," Danny laughed.

      "If you put on anything with a fucking banjo, I'll kill you," Addison said.

      "Forget you," Christopher said, shaking his head. "Guys, you've got to give me something,"


      "Lil Wayne,"

      "Randy Travis,"

      "Skrillex, I'm the one fucking driving,"



      "Oh, oh, Cinderella,"


      "Judas Priest,"

      "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Christopher yelled, laughing. "This isn't a fucking guessing game. Forget it, we'll just sit and enjoy the silence."

      Christopher turned off the radio and unplugged his phone. "Hand me another beer, Jeremy."

      Jeremy reached into the cooler beside him and handed Christopher a cold bottle. "So now I have to listen to you pussies talk the whole way there?"

      "We don't have to," Sean said. He had one of his stupid side-smiles plastered on his face. "I have something to watch if you guys want,"

      "What the fuck's so funny?" Danny asked. 

      "Porter, reach in the back and look in my bag's side pocket. There should be a DVD in there."

      "Oh, I forgot about the TV screens," Addison said as Porter reached behind him.

      "How could you? They're fucking everywhere in here," Jeremy said, taking a drink. 

      "Hopefully it isn't some Disney shit," Danny said.

      "Hey-oh!" Porter exclaimed after a few moments of scrounging around. He held up a DVD case with several naked women on it.

      "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Addison said, passing the case forward. "Put that shit on,"

      "Seriously?" Jeremy asked, handing the case off to Christopher. "A porno? I'm going to watch a porno with you guys?"

      "What's the matter, never done it before?" Sean said.

      "With a group? Never,"

      "Well, today's your lucky day," Christopher said, putting the disc in. "Just don't say anything to anyone and no one will know the wiser."

      "What, you won't admit you jerked off with other guys before?"

      "Who said anything about that? It's just naked chicks getting boned. Nobody's jerking off," Christopher retorted.

      "Honestly, if I feel like jacking it, none of you fags are going to stop me," Addison said. 

      "How could we? I'm not putting your dick back in your pants," Porter said.

      "Just shut up, it's starting," Christopher said. All the monitors in the SUV turned on. Two women in bikinis were walking on the beach as Caribbean music played in the background.

      "And you just keep your eyes on the road, Sean! I don't need a concussion before midterms start," Danny said, adjusting himself in his seat.

      "Don't worry. I've seen it like three times already," Sean said. "God, my fucking back is killing me."

      "It's all those rows you've been doing," Addison said, watching the screen nearest him. "It's paying off though. You look good, man."

      "All I know is that my dad's Jacuzzi is going to hit the spot tonight," Sean said, rubbing his back.

      The passengers watched as the two women on the beach met a suave Spanish man, then went back to a hotel to start a three-way. Balls were slapping against pussies and throats were groaning through the sound system the rest of the way to the cabin. The Escalade pulled into the driveway just around five in the afternoon.

      Christopher cut off the movie and glanced back. "I don't know about you guys, but I have a hard-on the size of my leg right now."

      "You're telling me," Addison said, rubbing his crotch in exaggeration. 

      "Well forget about rubbing one out, we've got dinner to make," Sean said.

      "But it was your fucking idea to watch the video!" Porter said.

      "I didn't say it came with a jerk off. Help me unpack," Sean said as he got out of the vehicle. 

      Jeremy followed suit, stepping out into the chilly mountain air. The cabin was a lot nicer than he had thought. It wasn't some old four-walled log house: it was modern in style, like something Frank Lloyd Wright would design. It looked spacious as well. 

      "Aw, sweet!" Porter said as he climbed out. He brushed his long hair behind him. "Pretty fucking upscale, huh?"

      "Yeah. Guess Sean's dad is loaded," Jeremy replied.

      "You don't go through med training for ten years and live in a shack, fellas," Sean said from the rear of the SUV. 

      Porter glanced down. "Hey Jeremy, I didn't know you liked the mountains this much."

      "Huh? Oh," Jeremy said, noticing his erection through his jeans. "Well, these are where you'll find the biggest tits in the world."

      Porter chuckled, rubbing his own member. "God, I could cum right now if I had like a minute."

      "Guys, come on!" Sean yelled.

      They all crowded around the rear hatch and each gathered their fair share, then made their way to the cabin. The interior of the house framed the same design as the exterior. There were many acute angles to the ceiling, off-white paint on the walls, and large windows. The living room had a large U-shaped couch facing a fireplace, which was below a huge 90" TV. 

      "Welcome home," Sean said as he entered the open kitchen behind the living room. "Somebody get the chicken out, we've got a lot of cooking to do."

      "And drinking," Addison said, dropping the cooler down by the refrigerator. 

      For the next hour and a half, they prepared their meal for the evening. Jeremy himself had gone through seven beers by the time they sat down and actually ate. To go with the chicken, Sean popped open a bottle of his father's ten year-old port, with which they all thoroughly enjoyed. 

      When dinner was winding down, it was right around nine o'clock. Sean went to make sure the Jacuzzi was heating up as the rest of the guys found their rooms. They all met back in the basement, where there was a poker table set up. As they all sat down to a few rounds, Christopher pulled out a slender bottle of Johnnie Walker. "Alright, assholes, I want this all gone by tonight!" he laughed. Sean busted out the glasses so they could drink while they played.

      By this point, Jeremy was definitely feeling the alcohol. He could tell Porter was, too. They always seemed to be the lightweights when it came to drinking. But they didn't let it stop them tasting Gold Label for the first time. The bottle went empty right around eleven-thirty, and the last round finished around twelve in the morning. Jeremy could then tell that everyone at the table was enjoying themselves. Sean was the first to stand up.

      "Whoa, a little too fast there," he said, grabbing the table for support. 

      "Pussy can't even hold his liquor," Danny laughed.

      "Shut up. Who's up for the Jacuzzi? It should be like a hundred degrees in there by now."

      "I could go for a nice dip," Christopher said, gathering the cards. 

      "Well, get your trunks and let's go!" Sean yelled. He led the way as they all swerved and swayed back to their rooms to change. 

      Jeremy ripped off his long-sleeved shirt when he reached his room. As he began to take off his pants, he noticed himself in the mirror above the nightstand. Jeremy immediately stood up and flexed. He absolutely loved the way he looked since he'd packed on so much muscle. There was a light dusting of hair over his chest and abs, but that didn't get in the way of showing off how cut he was. His biceps were at the point where the practically jumped whenever he moved. 

      Smiling, he ripped off his underwear. His dick was standing at full attention. He playfully slapped it against his lower abs a couple of times. Jeremy had trimmed up his bush and shaved his balls the day before. His nuts felt so smooth as he passed his hand under them.

      Jeremy rifled through his bag and took out his trunks. He pulled them on, tucking the tip of his dick into the lower half of the waistband so his hard-on wouldn't show. He went to meet the others on the back deck. 

      Danny was in the living room tying his trunks when Jeremy came through. He whistled. "Check out this heartbreaker," he laughed. 

      "You're ripped yourself, big fella," Jeremy said, slapping Danny's ass. 

      "Don't be a tease," he smirked.

      "Fuck you. Come on," Jeremy said, opening the sliding door to the deck. "Holy shit, it's freezing out here!" he yelled as a frigid wind met him.

      "Hey-oh! Look at this stud!" Addison said from the Jacuzzi. "I swear I see those nips tightening up right now."

      Jeremy didn't respond, but quickly hopped into the Jacuzzi with Addison and Christopher. Danny was right behind him. 

      "God, this feels good," Danny said as he submerged himself into the warm waters. Steam was rolling out of the tub like water boiling. 

      "You're not kidding," Christopher said, lolling his head. 

      "Alright, bitches, next round!" Sean yelled from the door. He held up a bottle of vodka. Porter was behind him with glasses. Both of their bodies were completely shaved. 

      "Bring it on," Addison said lazily. The last two hopped into the Jacuzzi, dispersing the glasses and vodka equally. All of them started to drink again. 

      After they all quieted down a bit, Porter commented, "It really is nice out here. You can't see shit in the dark, but it's nice and secluded, you know?"

      "It's just us, boys," Sean said. 

      "Yep. No cramped apartments, no confined spaces, none of that shit," 

      "Speaking of confined spaces," Danny said, twisting his side, "these trunks are giving me a major wedgie."

      "So pull 'em out of your crack," Porter said, taking another sip.

      "Nah, that won't work. This pair always does this."

      "You know what I've always hated about trunks? They blow up with air like this," Addison said, pointing at his ballooning shorts.

      "I fucking hate that shit," Christopher said, shaking his head. 

      "Me, too," Jeremy said. He noticed his own trunks were beginning to fill up. 

      "Guess it's the jets that accelerate the process," Sean said. 

      They all went quiet again, drinking sip after sip of vodka. After a few more moments, Danny stood up out of the water. "You know what? Fuck these shorts," he said. Without an ounce of inhibition, he peeled off his trunks and stepped out of them. He was standing in the cold air completely naked. His trimmed pubic hair was shaped in a fanning pattern around his low-hanging dick.

      "Well, just make yourself comfortable, why don't you?" Sean said sarcastically. 

      Jeremy thought it was insane to be watching this, but he wasn't really opposed. Normally he would turn and leave, but for some reason he thought it made perfect sense to strip down to nothing. Danny looked perfect as he stood naked, with nothing but his hard, shredded body against the backdrop of pines swaying in the night. He was a man in the ruggedness of nature. 

      Danny sat down in the water again, tossing his trunks over by the grill. "That's so much better, I can't even explain," he said, smiling slyly. He took another drink. 

      "Well, I can't let you be alone in this, big fella. I'm your spotter, after all," Addison said. He too stood up and ripped off his shorts, revealing his dick at half-mast. 

      "Whoa! Getting a little excited there, huh?" Danny laughed. "Do I turn you on?"

      "You know it, baby," he said, throwing his trunks on top of Danny's. Addison sat down again. "Melissa would kill me if she knew what I was up to right now."

      "Fuck her," Christopher said.

      "But I already do," 

      "Not tonight, you aren't," Porter said. He stood up and began to take off his shorts as well. Another dick was exposed as semi-erect.

      "Guess there's no shame in feeling a little frisky, then, huh, guys?" Danny asked. He bucked his hips up so that his swelling penis rose above the water. 

      "None at all. We're drunk and alone. We can do whatever the fuck we want," Porter said, tossing his shorts over by the pile. He put a hand on his hip and looked at his still-clothed friends. "Well, come and join the party! There's nothing we haven't seen before."

      "Alright," Jeremy said, feeling his heart begin to pick up its pace. He stood up and followed suit, along with Sean and Christopher. Once all three were naked (and obviously excited), they submerged themselves again. 

      Jeremy noticed the jets were much more satisfactory without anything on. He also felt freer, as if taking off his clothes brought down any barriers of inhibition surrounding his conscience. His friends seem to think so, too, as everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves much more thoroughly now. 

      "These jets feel great against your balls," Addison said, taking another drink.

      "Agreed," Porter said, raising his glass.

      "That's nothing. Aim it right against your asshole. It almost feels like a chick's rimming you," Sean said.

      Jeremy, curious, moved his ass up a little before he felt the pressure thrashing against his tightened hole. "Holy shit, that feels good!"

      "I can't believe you talked a girl into rimming you," Danny said, enjoying the pleasure his jet provided.

      "She was reluctant, but caved eventually," Sean smirked. 

      "Never had it happen, myself," Danny said.

      "Me, neither," Christopher added.

      "It'll happen eventually. Don't get knocked up about it," Sean said casually. 

      They continued to joke and drink until the vodka was gone. They moved slower on account of wanting to pace themselves. Eventually Porter craned his head to look into the kitchen and check the clock. "Four in the morning, guys," he said, shaking his head. "Sad thing is I don't feel a bit tired."

      "Well, I need to take a piss, regardless," Jeremy said, standing up. His erection was gone, as the excitement had kind of worn off after the first couple of hours.

      "Yeah, me, too,"

      "Me, three,"

      All of the men stood and quickly stumbled into the house on account of the cold. They left their trunks outside. As they stood dripping wet in the side entrance of the living room, Sean swore.

      "Fuck, I forgot towels."

      "Don't worry about it. The water will have dried by the time morning comes around," Addison said, proceeding towards his room. 

      "Hey, there's only five bathrooms!" Sean yelled. "Somebody's going have to share!"

      "No way," Danny said, breaking into a run. 

      Soon it was a drunken rush to get a bathroom. Jeremy pushed past Porter and managed to get into the one beside his bedroom. He locked the door laughing as Porter cussed him out from the other side. "Fuck you, Jeremy!"

      "Can't fuck me if you're locked out, can you?" Jeremy laughed. He traipsed over to the toilet, on the way noticing his body in the mirror. Again he stopped and flexed. "God damn, you look hot," he said to himself, massaging his deltoids. 

      He heard more laughing and running from outside the bathroom. Not wanting to miss anything, he quickly peed into the toilet. As he stood waiting for the stream to end, his head began to spin. Jeremy shook it off. When he had finished, he flushed and unlocked the bathroom door.

      Jeremy began to feel dizzy again, so he turned and went straight into his bedroom. He crashed naked and wet onto his bed. The room was still spinning, and he quickly blacked out. 

      Jeremy snapped up all of a sudden. He was still wet and buzzed. Looking at the nightstand clock, it read four-thirty in the morning. He propped himself up and sat still for a minute. He couldn't hear any movement in the house. 

      He got up and walked as best he could into the hallway. It was there that he heard a sound, almost like a moan. Jeremy proceeded down the hallway towards the other bedrooms. The moaning became louder and more distinct. Eventually Jeremy found its source behind one of the bedroom doors.

      Instinct told him not to open it, but he was more curious than anything. He cracked open the door to peep inside. Jeremy then saw something he'd never witnessed before.

      Porter was on his knees sucking Addison off. Addison, who was the one moaning, was sitting on the bed. He was massaging Porter's back with one hand while propping himself up with the other. 

      Porter went down farther, resulting in a gasp from Addison. Addison quickly put both hands behind Porter's head and pushed his friend deeper into his crotch. Jeremy heard Porter choke and release. A thick stream of pre-cum connected his lips to Addison's cock. He then went back to work.

      Jeremy shut the door, stunned. He could still hear the moans. Were they gay? It never showed, he thought. Jeremy then noticed his throbbing erection. He gawked at it: he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so hard. It began to leak from the tip.

      Confused, he returned to the living room. He was dealt another blow of astonishment as he found the same porno they had watched on the way up now on the 90-inch television. Danny, Sean, and Christopher's heads were all visible on the U-shaped couch. The volume was muted, but there was a different sound pervading the warmed air. Squelching, slapping sounds were coming from the couch.

      Before he stopped himself, perhaps due to his drunken stupor, he came around the side of the couch to see all three of his friends jacking themselves off. 

      "Hey, buddy," Sean said, smiling. "Join us?"

      "Whoa—sorry, I'm just, just,"

      "Aw, forget it and just go with the flow," Christopher said. "We all got over it like ten minutes ago."

      "What? Why?" Jeremy asked, perplexed.

      Danny shrugged sloppily. "We're horny and need some relief. No point in doing it on our own."

      "And you could definitely use some relief," Sean said, nodding at Jeremy's veined cock.

      "But—but we're not..."

      "Not what?"

      "Does this make us gay?"

      "Whoa!" Christopher yelled, never missing a stroke. "This is just some fun. Shut up and sit down."

      Jeremy looked over at the television again. "Why is the sound off?"

      "Danny likes the sound his cock makes when he's jerking it," Sean said. "Besides, we don't want to disturb our lover-boys in the back."

      "You know about that, too?" Jeremy said, sitting down.

      "They're just having some fun," Christopher said. "Leave them be." 

      Jeremy looked around the couch. "No lube?"

      "Use your spit. It's more natural," Sean said.

      Jeremy shrugged and watched the movie. He summoned up a good pool of saliva in his mouth, spat into his hand, and started stroking his member. Sean watched him.
      They all went quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic chorus of their dicks being stroked and the occasional spit from their mouths. After a while, Danny began to breathe harder. 

      "This is it, boys. I'm almost done," he groaned. 

      "Allow me," Sean said, grabbing Danny's cock with his other hand. Danny, surprised, let go and let his friend work him. 

      "Aw, fuck! Fuck, that feels good!" Danny said, biting his lip. 

      "Like that, big boy?" Sean asked, staring at Danny.

      "Holy shit, yes. Oh, oh, keep going."

      Sean leaned over and spat a big glob of his own spit onto Danny's head, then stroked faster. Danny began to buck his hips. 

      "Aw, fuck! I'm going to cum! I'm cumming!" he yelled. 

      It was only a few seconds later that a thick spurt of his man-spunk shot out of his dick and onto his chest. Another shot came out, followed by a slow seep of cum. 

      Both Christopher and Jeremy watched as the waves of pleasure washed over Danny. Sean moaned.

      "That was hot, man. I'm almost there,"

      "Here," Danny said. He scooped up as much cum as he could, moved Sean's hand out of the way and returned the favor. 

      Christopher shook his head. Jeremy was enraptured. Watching the white, creamy fluid mix with the slick spit on Sean's cock had to have been the most erotic thing either of them had ever seen. Sean must have though so, too. 

      "Shit, I'm going to cum! Ugh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he yelled loudly. With a shout, he shot his entire load in one twitch of his dick. His cock throbbed in Danny's hand, whose face was now plastered with his friend's chunky fluid. 

      Calming down, Sean looked at Danny and smiled. "You've got something on your face, fag,"

      "Get it off for me, would you?" he whispered.

      Sean held back for a second, breathing hard. He then gave in and licked the side of Danny's face. He lapped up his own cum off of his friend, lavishing at the prickly feel of the day's old stubble against his tongue. They soon began to make out, swapping cum and spit through their mouths. 

      "Fuck," Jeremy said, watching the two wrap their muscled arms around each other. 

      "Jerk me off, would you?" Christopher asked, turning to Jeremy. 

      Jeremy nodded, moving in closer. "You do me."

      They both switched off, Christopher stroking Jeremy's dick and vice-versa. They watched their friends French kiss each other, cum slipping between their lips and smearing onto their taut pecs. 

      "Oh, I'm going to cum," Christopher said.

      "Me, too. Oh, God," Jeremy moaned. He felt the intensity rise as both he and Christopher stroked each other furiously. 

      Christopher came first, with around four short spurts onto his abs. Halfway through, Jeremy came. He felt wave after wave of pleasure erupt from his cock, shooting straight up in the air and dribble down his balls. Danny and Sean paused kissing each other to watch. 

      As the intensity died down, Jeremy leaned over and licked the cum off of Christopher's chiseled abs. He didn't know why he did it. The act just seemed right. 

      Christopher's cum was salty and warm. It made a unique coating along Jeremy's tongue. Knowing what was next, Christopher grabbed Jeremy by the head and kissed him. 

      Their tongues fought each other, one trying to playfully pin the other one down. Jeremy was soon on top of Christopher, just as Danny was with Sean. Soon the sounds of their sloppy kisses were the only noises in the living room. 

      One by one, each fell asleep on the couch. The waning moonlight illuminated their ripped, naked bodies as they slept. The night was soon over. A night that none of them would forget.
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