Juan's eyes were closed, his fingers pulling on his nipple-cones, his mouth slack and panting. 'If this wasn't a heart attack,' I wondered to myself, 'then what would one look like?'
But after a few seconds, Juan came back to earth, a big smile spreading over his sexy lips, his gorgeous physique shuddering a few times and his breathing slowly returning to normal.. He looked happy and relaxed.
"Are you--I mean, like, are you okay??" Tom asked.
"Hell, yeah!" Juan grinned, then saw our stunned faces. "Hey--c'mon! Don't look so worried! That was th' best ride I've had in a long time, boys!" He ran his hand down his abs into his bush, and grabbed his half-hard meat, squeezing the last dribbles from the bulbous head.
"This is my cum. My jizz--the stuff that makes babies!" He seemed all cheery and light-hearted, almost laughing. "It's what you guys shoot off in your PJ's at night!" He put his hands on his hips, his eyes glowing with new life. "So?? Are you ready to rumble?"
"N-not me," Jeb put both his arms out with his palms up, backing towards the door. "You two try it!"
"Me, neither!" Tom announced.
"What???" Juan looked at me, but I shook my head, too. "Are you crazy??? You're hotter than firecrackers! Look at your COCKS!"
They were standing from our bushes like cattle prods--so ultra-stiff, none of us dared touch them.
"Yeah, well...hmmfph. Ok. Forget it!" Juan bent down to pick up his clothes.
"Wait! What're you doing?" Tom said, looking anxious.
"I dunno," Juan shrugged, his tubular meat lengthening, "--going back to my chores, I guess."
"But--but what about 'The Horny Club'?!"
"What about it?" He fingered his briefs. "I guess it's over for today."
Jeb looked at Tom and me--hoping we'd do something--then looked at Juan. "Couldn't you just let us look at your muscles some more, first? You know...."
"Yeah," Tom said. "--not all that 'heart attack' stuff--just maybe watch you, um, pose, or something?"
Juan looked at the barn door. "I dunno, boys--I'm way behind wi’ my chores..."
"...we'll help you finish them!" I said quickly, my eyes racing over his nakedness, thinking I'd never see a real stud body like Juan’s naked again.
He looked us over--at our almost ridiculous state of arousal--dropped his jockeys and raised his right arm into a rockhard flex. "--how's this?"
"Yeah! Super!" Tom's eyes glowed.
"C-can we feel it?" Jeb asked.
"Why not? You're in 'The Horny Club', aren't you?"
"Wow!" Jeb moved right in, reaching up to touch that muscle-clustered boulder.
We were quick to join him, my hardon riding up Juan's naked thigh as we jockeyed for position. Jeb's big thumper was pushing into Juan's fat balls.
"Wait a minute--wait a minute," Juan broke free of our nude teen assault, heading over to a pyramid of hay bales stacked all the way up to the loft.
He tossed a horse blanket on a couple that were a row higher than the floor, and sat down, spreading his dark, mahogany legs.
Like a muscle-blessed, Latino demi-god, Juan's six-foot-two physique looked like a naked, dream-come-true. "Bring those horny cocks over here," he motioned to us, smiling. "Let's see what we can do."
Tom sashayed his chunky erection over proudly, licking his lips over the tingles as it jolted and bobbed stiffly from his black bush. We followed--me watching Jeb's eight-incher sway like an inward-curving telephone pole. It looked absurdly huge on a teen his age, even though Jeb was no shrimp.
All of us were well-developed in a natural, farm-built way. Solid, is what I'd call it.
