"Criminey!" Tom exclaimed in awe.
Jeb literally backed away in alarm.
"Damn shorts," Juan fought them down his bull thighs, his cock thumping his abs. "--they never have my size at Woolworth's..."
"Judas Priest!" Tom pointed, "--are those your BALLS??"
I suddenly wanted to punch him--one of those times when Tom's big mouth got to me. I half-expected Juan himself to slug O'Rourke--deck him on the barn floor. Instead, Juan laughed, cradling his puckered hang in one meaty palm. "Why? Are they that ugly?"
"HELL no!" Tom's eyes were big and adoring. "They're super hot!"
Juan looked briefly towards the closed barn door. "Want to feel 'em?"
"Golly! CAN I??"
Jeb and I stood there as if bolted to the wooden floorboards, watching Juan let his weighty mansacs go--watching them fall like ripe fruit below his mahogany, naked love rod--watched Tom worshipfully move in closer.
His lily-white hand trembled as he lifted his palm upwards, the top of his head brushing against Juan's bulging pecs. "Awwwh, man!" Tom's hand could only seem to cradle one of those dark golf-sized balls, so he quickly brought up his other, watching them plop and slide over his hot little palms.
Juan seemed to be in pain or something, his eyes closing, his mouth open. He backed away, as if losing his balance. "Ok--ok, boy--we gotta get somethin' going here...."
Tom's eyes glittered as he watched Juan's dark, sexy, helmet-headed whopper sway out from his hairy crotch.
"....Ok, you three--get outta those shorts, now. C'mon. We ain't got all day....."
"Oh, man," Jeb stared in nervous excitement as he joined Tom and I in pulling out our waistbands and shucking down our jockeys.
Our three, stiff teen boners lanced from our sweet bushes like helmeted soldiers. Tom showed his off, his hands on his ass, his hips thrusting his Irish pride-and-joy as far out towards Juan's as he could. He may have been the most perfectly muscled of us three, but his cock was the shortest. About five inches tall, it made up for it by being as big around as a can of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup--with the mushroom head to boot! Being so chunky, his erection seemed to use up all Tom's available ballskin, his nuts hugging-up to the base like a pair of punched-out plums. Tom also sported a thicket of manly cockhair that wreathed his cockbase and formed a perfect, wedgy triangle between his solid thighs.
"Goll-LY, Jeb!"
"W-what?" Jeb was trying in vain to hide his turned-on rod with his hands. But hands--even hands the size of Juan's couldn't've hidden his rosy-pink boycock. Jeb's surname was Jensen (we called him 'Yeb Yensen' sometimes) and his Swedish skin rocket tottered eight full inches up out of his blond bush like he was wielding a guided missile.
"Don't be shy about that Beauty, boy--it's a real nice one," Juan whistled in appreciation.
"It is?"
"Take your hands away," Tom pulled Jeb's right arm back, staring at the sturdy, inward-curving shaft with the prominent vein snaking up the underside. Our eyes stared at its bulging girth--how the shapely, manly, slightly-pointed head glowed a coral pink as it nearly dove into Jeb's little bellybutton.
Jeb's strawberry-blond bush puffed from his pubis like Swedish angel hair, leaving his beautiful balls smooth as alabaster.
Juan chuckled to see Jeb begin to realise he had a real man's cock between his legs and tuck in his pert, bare ass to make his eight-inch thumper bob around proudly.
"Ok, Thomson--let's see yours," Tom's black eyes glowed as I put my hands on my hips.
"Wow," Jeb said, "--look at that!"
My cock gets so hard when aroused, it knifes up from my dark-brown bush like a two-by-four, only about a quarter-inch of space between it and my sun-browned flat belly. Not as thick as Tom's knockwurst--yet very solid--my seven-inch shaft seems to bloom at the top, my enormously bulbous cockhead so flared, it makes my erection look twice as big as it is. My peehole had opened like a spout, drooling a kind of clear fluid that bewildered me yet again as everyone stared between my legs.
"What a huge head! --and, Jeez!--check out those balls!" Tom looked admiringly at my hairless, low-swinging kiwis which brushed my furry thighs as they swayed.
"Tell me somethin', boys..." Juan's giant hardon seemed to flex all by itself as he looked down at our raging erections--like it was its own separate entity, preening and throbbing out into space.
"Oh, man," Jeb breathed, "--ask quick! I think I'm gonna faint, or something!"
