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Tensome, Part II As he pulled his trousers down toward his knees, N'Komo felt how the tension of having his manhood constrained disappeared. He heard someone gasping, and then he stood up again, kicking off his pants and stepping out of them. His throbbing cock was painfully hard, pointing out at an upwards angle from his hips, aiming straight at Ernando's wide eyes. Markku couldn't take his eyes from the massive black cock, either. No one could. It was uncut, 9.25 inches long and about 5.5 inches in circumference. The big head was shining with precum, and precum was still leaking out of the dark piss slit. N'Komo took his foreskin between his right index finger and thumb and pulled it forward, over the glowing head, spreading the precum evenly across the hot, slick surface. Then he sat down again. "Let's keep playing, guys," he said and smiled hornily. Yury won next, and Markku was going to heed his command. Having watched N'Komo's enormous cock and getting curious about Markku's statements earlier, Yury stood up, his erection tenting out his thin boxer shorts. "We have some condoms in the pharmacy box. I wanna see if Markku was telling the truth." He left, almost running, before he had to explain himself. He ran to the café, threw out the contents of a large box onto one of the tables, and returned less than a minute later, one large cardboard package in his right hand. "Wow, that's a thousand condoms, dude!" Mitchell said. Yury shook his head and looked at Mahmet as he answered the American. "No, it's only three quarters full." He and Mahmet had been using a lot of condoms lately. "Sure," said Markku, pulling his shorts down and kicking them aside. His balls hung low, touching the seat of his chair when he sat down. His big, fat member rose hard and solid from his blond, wiry-haired groin, stretching 9.75 inches in front of him. That was a little longer than N'Komo, but he wasn't much thicker. A little, but not a lot. Mahmet handed him a condom from the box, and Markku opened its wrapper. He stood up to give the guys a better look, and then he took a few steps forward and placed himself in front of Yury. He was holding his hands by his sides, palms out, almost shrugging, as if to say "no contest". Then he pushed his hips forward, thrusting his massive cock toward Yury's face. He held out the rubber with both hands and tried to get its tight ring across the wide head of his drooling manhood. "See? Can't be done. I need a bigger size." He smiled at Yury's stare and watering mouth. "They stretch much more than that," Ernando said. "Oh yeah? What do you know?" Markku said. Ernando hesitated, but then he looked Markku straight in the eye and said "My cock's a bit thicker than that." "You kiddin' me?! Awright, you try it, then!" Markku tossed the sticky rubber to Ernando, who stood up and positioned himself in front of Markku's huge dick. Everyone could see that Ernando had one major hardon under his shorts, but it was not nearly as long as either Markku's or N'Komo's. Before Markku could react, Ernando reached down and pulled the rubber over the Finn's hot dickhead. As Ernando was rolling the tightly stretched condom down along the throbbing shaft, Markku let out a sigh of surprise. "Hell, I thought you were gonna show it on your own dang wang! Hey, that feels kinda good, man..." Yury looked on with rising excitement. "I guess you were wrong, Markku," he said. "But I'd sure like to see you do it on yourself too, Ernando..." Ernando nodded to Mahmet, who already was standing by with another rubber. Oblivious of the fact that he didn't have to do anything of the kind, Ernando pulled down his shorts and revealed a shortish but very fat cock. It was about 6 inches long, and it had a circumference of at least 6.5 inches. The air in the compartment had a strong smell of sex. Nine guys watched, mesmerized, as Ernando pulled the condom over the head of his cock and rolled it down to his dense, black pubic hair. He had the thickest cock they had seen in a long time--some of them never outside a magazine. "Wow..." Mahmet said, no longer forcing himself to act indifferent about the situation. "Yeah, wow," Mitchell added. All ten were now sitting down again, cocks poking up at their boxer shorts, some even sticking out one way or the other. Markku and Ernando were wearing condoms that squeezed their already hard erections and made them grow even harder. N'Komo watched them get bigger inside the tight rubber and his massive member swelled too. Paolo's cock was now completely erect, and he had no way of hiding it any more. It was pointing straight up at his navel, following the crease in his washboard stomach. The elastic in his briefs was holding it firm against his belly, and his balls were still covered by the white cotton. Some of Paolo's pubic hair was showing next to the shaft of his cock, but details like that were not noticed at the time. "So, do we continue or what?" N'Komo said, shuffling the cards. "Yeah, sure..." answered the others, having moved their eyes from Markku's meat to N'Komo's. They agreed that the next hand would be the last, and that the winner would decide a penalty for all of them, not just the guy with the worst hand. They all hoped it to be something sexual, even though no one still had said the word "sex" out loud. They didn't have to. When Josh won, nobody expected him to say what he did. He had seemed a bit cautious and shy. "I want you to shoot a load into these glasses and then drink your own cum! The one who cums last has to drink mine!" The guys reacted wildly. First "What?!" and "No WAY!!" then "Aw, come on, let's just do it and get it over with..." Then they realized that all of them wanted to have sex together, and that they didn't have to act. Josh passed the shot glasses around and he and the others who were still wearing something got completely naked, kicking off their boxers and letting their erections grow to full power. They sat looking at each other for a few seconds, maybe a minute, but then N'Komo started jacking his rigid tool. He used both hands at first, fucking his fists to get started, and then he went over to the usual right-handed hand job. Seeing him got the others started, not only because they were turned on by the magnificent sight, but also because they wanted to compete with him. Not that anyone would mind cumming last. Josh spit in his left palm and started at a slower pace, gripping his balls with his right hand. "Aaah! Aaaaaaahhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Liu shot a big load onto his belly, strands of cum reaching all the way to his shoulders, a pool of white semen gathering in his navel. He used the glass to scrape it up, and then he lifted it to his mouth. He had tasted his own many times. At the age of 14, he had learned how to suck his own cock, and he could still do it, so once in a while he would shoot a load straight into his own throat. This time he used a glass. He was used to the salty taste and that special sticky friction that cum gives to your tongue, but drinking cum in the company of nine guys who were beating off at an astonishing pace in order to do the same did enhance the experience. "Aaaaaahhh! Unnhhhh!" Mitchell came, and his whole body jerked as the pleasure drained his powers. He had his left hand cupped beneath the slit. He felt the first blast of cum hit and spill over onto the floor. The next blast went over his hand and hit the inside of his left thigh. That would normally have been a hairy spot, but Mitchell had done some shaving together with two guys in Moscow just three nights earlier, and his entire body was hairless, save for the red hair on his head. When ejaculation had subsided, Mitchell tilted his hand and poured the juices into the glass. Following Liu's example, he scraped the cum from his thigh with the glass. Then he drank it. "Unnnhhhhhhh! Hrrraaaaaaah!" Mahmet convulsed, shooting a large load all over his hairy chest. His cock was very thick, too, but more in the range of Markku and N'Komo than the monster thickness of Ernando. Mahmet's erection was curved upwards and had a large vein that caught the attention of anyone looking at it. For the moment, Liu, Mitchell, and Josh were looking at their blasting companion. Mahmet dotted his pecs and abs with drops of hot cum, and before he took the glass to gather it all up, he licked his right index finger, which was dripping with his load. "Huuuhhh! Huh! Hunnnh!" Markku held his glass in the stream of sperm and managed to get just as much of it on the outside as on the inside. He had to lick his whole hand clean before taking a sip from the glass. Then he licked the outside of the glass too. He had torn the condom from his huge meat when he started jacking off, to give himself some more room. Realizing that he would have to drink his own cum and in effect lose the competition to the other guys if he was the last one to cum, Josh started working his meat faster. He applied more spit and it felt great. Before he knew it, he was firing a load onto himself. He got it into his glass and waited. He had a surprise in store for the last guy. "Haaaahhhhhh!" Ernando filled his condom with hot, steaming semen. Pumping out wad after wad into the tight rubber, he threw his head back and enjoyed. "YEAH!!! YEE-HAH!" As his penis shrunk after ejaculating for more than 30 seconds, Ernando grabbed the condom and pulled it off. The thick organ was glistening with sperm that had been smeared out by the condom. Ernando didn't go limp after his violent orgasm, instead he noticed himself swelling again when he got the rubber off. When he looked around at his cum-eating, grinning friends he saw that they all were sporting big erections. They were taking it easy, watching the competition. Now they were looking at him. Ernando emptied the condom into his shot glass, which became almost full. "Man, you shoot a lot, dude!" Mitchell said, admiring the amount of hot spunk as Ernando was gulping it down. "Oooohhh! Ahhh! Unnnh!" Yury's load drooled along the back of his hand and he quickly got it into the glass and drank it. Some sperm oozed out of his slit as he was tasting the first blast, making his once again erect, uncut penis look like a volcano. It ran down the shaft, back and front. It slowed down when it reached the curly hair at the base. Eventually it found its way across his fuzzy balls. When Yury noticed it, he took four fingers and swept it up. He licked them thoroughly. Mahmet watched, wishing that it would be him licking Yury's fingers, as he had done so many times before. "Mmmmmh!!!" N'Komo opened his mouth and shot straight into it, without missing a drop. Then he took the glass and let out the semen that he hadn't swallowed. It ran along his tongue and dripped from the tip into the waiting glass. The seven guys watching were amazed that his stiffy hadn't gone down one bit. The black, shiny pole was still as erect as when N'Komo was ejaculating into his own mouth. "Yaaaaahhh! Yeah!" Paolo pulled his foreskin back one more time and let his cum out. It burst onto his smooth stomach and chest in short, rapid spurts. He didn't shoot a lot, so Mitchell said "You been wackin' off today already, man?" "Yeah, I had to go twice this morning. I get kinda hot." "Come on, eat it before it sinks in!" "Oh yeah..." Mitchell smiled as Paolo took a glass and wiped himself off. Then Paolo slowly licked the glass clean, with his eyes locked to Mitchell's. All the guys could see his tongue inside the glass, stirring the sperm, lapping it up... Kaveem had lost the game. He was playing slowly with himself, looking at Paolo drinking cum, when Josh handed him the shot glass with his cum in. "Here. You drink this, and *I'll* drink yours!" "What? I..." Kaveem didn't say anything more. Josh squatted before him and quickly took the tip of his hot, hard penis in his mouth. "Mmmh!" they both said. The others weren't shocked at all. They just watched with growing anticipation. Opening wide, Josh managed to get more and more in. He was in many ways an expert cock sucker, something that had been pointed out to him many times. Applying some suction, he started to move his head in circles and double circles. Kaveem groaned and whined and soon his previous work on his meat payed off, sending a creamy wad down Josh's throat. Josh pulled away, first receiving a blast in his mouth, then letting Kaveem glaze his face with the rest of his load. Kaveem stood up, pulling Josh with him so that he was standing on his knees. Just as the others after their ejaculations, Kaveem was hard as a rock again only seconds later. "Anyone else want a piece of me?" Kaveem said with a wide grin, putting his hands behind his neck and arching his back, making his glistening hardon bob in front of him. Liu, Mitchell, and N'Komo reacted immediately. Four young men were standing on their knees before Kaveem, fighting to get some part of his wonderful genitals into their mouths. The head of the cock, the left side of the shaft, the right side of the shaft, the heavy sack of balls... Their mouths were everywhere, alternating, kissing across Kaveem's hot rod, their tongues meeting beneath the ridge of flesh that runs under the shaft. Kaveem was in heaven. He bucked his hips and shuddered with joy. Saliva ran down his balls, only to be licked up by whoever was taking a turn down there, dripping onto an outstretched tongue. When he came again, Kaveem coated four pairs of lips with his cum. The beer was beginning to make its way through their handsome bodies. When Mitchell said "I need to take a piss," Kaveem immediately said "Yeah, me too." and Paolo quickly followed: "Me too." They all headed out the door, butt naked, and strutted down the corridor towards the bathroom, not knowing what they would get up to when they got there... All three went in at the same time. Mitchell locked the door behind them. The toilet was very cramped even for one, and for three not so small men there was hardly room to move. Their naked bodies touched, their shoulders, arms, hands, hips, thighs and calves rubbing against each other. There was no lid on the bowl, so they could have started urinating as soon as they liked, but standing there next to each other, feeling the heat of each other's bodies and smelling the recently spilled juices on their skin, their hardons wouldn't let them. "Man! I'm too hard to start!" Mitchell said, and both Kaveem and Paolo felt the same way: "Me too!" Mitchell managed to lift his arms and put them around the shoulders of Kaveem to his left, and Paolo to his right. "Come on, dudes, we gotta relax a bit and let it out..." "Yeah." They both put their arms over Mitchell's shoulders, resting their hands on the shoulder of the one furthest away. The three of them put their sweaty heads together and started breathing slowly, with their eyes closed. After a few seconds, they all felt more relaxed and the blood was starting to leave their engorged penises. Mitchell was the first to go. He let out a strong jet of hot, almost transparent urin that hit the edge of the bowl, spraying Paolo's calves with a fine mist of droplets. "Hey! Watch where you aim that thang!!!" he yelled, trying to get out of the way. "Why don't you hold it for me, then? My hands are busy," Mitchell said, rubbing the shoulders of his two friends. "Sure..." Paolo took Mitchell's dick in his right hand and aimed it into the bowl. When there were only drops coming from it, he shook it to get them off too. That instantly made blood rush back into it, and Mitchell groaned "Mmmmh! That feels *good*!" "Yeah, so I noticed..." Now Paolo was ready to urinate. His hot stream hit Kaveem straight on the knee. "HEY! You too?!" Kaveem shouted, still too hard himself to get any piss out. "Well, could you aim it for me? I'm kinda busy too now..." Paolo slowly ran his fist up and down Mitchell's growing shaft. "Of course." Kaveem reached out with his left hand, taking hold of Paolo's manhood. He aimed it down into the bowl, feeling the foreskin move across the slick head. Kaveem took care not to grip it too tight, since he knew that that would get Paolo hard again. As he was concentrating on his task, Kaveem noticed that he too was urinating. His piss went straight down the drain, but he wanted a bit of fun too, so he made a sudden move with his hips that sent the jet splashing all over his own hand and Paolo's crotch. "Little help?" "Come on, I only have two hands!" responded Paolo. "I'll do it again." "All right, all right..." Paolo let go of Mitchell and grabbed on to Kaveem instead. Mitchell was finished, but he didn't want to leave them on their own in there, so he started cozying up to Paolo, kissing his cheek, tongue-tracing the line of his jaw, licking his neck. He was harder than ever, and suddenly he felt two dick heads nudging against his own. Paolo and Kaveem were finished too and wanted some fun. Kaveem had started to give Mitchell the same treatment as Paolo had been getting from Mitchell, and Paolo was busy rubbing their three cocks together, his fingers locked with Kaveem's, but then they all got the same idea. "I bet the others want some too!" Kaveem said, and Paolo agreed: "Yeah!" Mitchell said "I'd sure like to find out." They dried their legs with paper towels and went back to the compartment, dicks standing firm in front of them. Kaveem and Paolo could smell Mitchell's sweat on their shoulders, and Mitchell smelled of both theirs. When they opened the door another smell greeted them. It was very obvious what had been going on in there. They smiled. The gym/sauna smell had been added to by the musky smell of ten steaming hot ejaculations, making them think of secret midnight masturbation contests in hot dorms at respective summer camps many years earlier. Now, could the others be persuaded? Looking around, that didn't seem like too difficult a task. To be continued...