0 comments/ 28287 views/ 3 favorites Totally Tubular By: Cal Y. Pygia The blonde had small, tight curls--a bad peroxide perm, from the looks of it. The brunette's hair was slightly wavy and dark, resembling chocolate swirls. They were both sun-bronzed and handsome as Adonis, with cocks and balls that, like their owners, looked so much alike that they could have been twins. On a carpeted floor near an occupied bed, the blonde was on his elbows and knees. Behind him, the brunette knelt, between the other man's parted calves. The dark-haired man pressed his hips forward, and his prick, glistening with lubricant, slid between the soft-firm cheeks of his partner's compact buttocks. The thick, hard organ vanished inside the other man's bottom as the brunette fed inch after slow inch of his massive member into the fair-haired man's anus, stretching the sphincter ever wider, until the erection was buried inside the blonde's ass, the brunette's balls grinding against the impaled man's perineum. After wriggling his hips and groin against the blonde's flattened ass cheeks, the dark-haired man pulled his crotch away from the other man's buttocks, paused a moment, and then thrust his cock home again, the firm organ forcing its way past the blonde's wide-stretched anus to slide deep into the targeted man's bowels. Beside the butt-fucking couple, another pair of lovers--these a redheaded youth and a bald-headed man--were engaged in oral sex. The older, bald man sat on the edge of the bed, thighs spread, to allow the younger redhead to kneel between them. Bent well forward at the waist, the redheaded youth had the older man's erect prick inside his mouth, and his head bobbed steadily up and down as he drew and slid his lips back and forth over the smooth, taut skin that covered the bald man's rigid cock. I sat on the couch, my fist pumping my own stiff, swollen member as I watched the couples pleasuring themselves and one another, totally oblivious to my presence. As I masturbated, I enjoyed the men vicariously, imagining myself as the penetrated blonde, a cock jammed up my tight ass; as the penetrating brunette, my cock thrusting between the blonde's impaled ass; as the redhead, sucking a thick, distended penis; and as the older, bald-headed man enjoying expert oral service. My cock, already stiff, stiffened more; my cock, already swollen, swelled further; my cock, already long, lengthened. My balls rose inside my tightened scrotum. A surfboard stood against the far wall. Its presence, like the glistening, tanned bodies of the nude men coupling on the bed and on the floor, suggested that the couples were surfers, like me. As I watched them sucking and fucking, I also imagined them balanced perfectly upon their respective boards, hurtling naked across the white-capped, foaming waves, the scent of salt, like semen, thick in the misty air, the sun warm on their bare flesh, and whirling seagulls crying overhead. How I'd like to be with them as they rode the waves! That would be awesome! That would be totally tubular! My cock trembled in my pumping fist. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The blonde's cries caught my attention, and I resumed watching him get boned by the brunette, who was now pounding away at the skewered ass of the blonde with energy, force, and fervor. I watched the dark-haired man's cock vanish and reappear, again and again, more rapidly and violently, inside the blonde's ass as its owner ravished his lover. The brunette's buttocks flexed, the cheeks hollowing momentarily, as he drove his organ forward, through the blonde's stretched-open anus, and swelled again to their normal fullness as he withdrew his cock, momentarily, except for its glans, before driving the thick, hard member into the other man's anal orifice anew, shoving the tight curls of his pubic hair into the penetrated man's bottom and flattening his firm-smooth buttocks before his rapid, powerful lunges. Each time the brunette temporarily withdrew, his companion grunted: "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Had I not been on both the giving and the receiving ends of this same sexual act several times, I might have thought that the blonde was in agony and that the brunette was a sadistic bastard, but, as it was, I knew, from personal experience, that the moans were of pleasure, not pain, and that both partners were enjoying the intense delight that preceded their eventual ecstasy. As I watched them, I was both the active and the passive partner, the one whose bottom was crammed full of thick, hard, relentlessly pounding cock and the other, who persistently hammered the impaled anus, bouncing his hips hard against the impaled man's yielding buttocks. My own cock jerked and twitched, and my balls ached in a muted, pleasant way. Watching the hot action of the butt-fucking surfers was fantastic, amazing, marvelous. It was--well, it was totally tubular, as we surfers are fond of saying. Watching the other couple--the bald man and the redhead--was also mesmerizing. The bald-headed man had lain back, and, with eyes shut, he concentrated upon the literal tongue-lashing that he was receiving from his younger lover. His head turned left and right, back and forth, a metronome keeping time to the pumping action of his boyfriend's mouth. His eyelids twitched, quivered, his nostrils flared, and he licked his lips with the tip of his moist, pink tongue. Occasionally, his body would writhe on the bed, his thighs a pair of scissors flexing against the sides of the redhead's face. A sheen of perspiration shone upon his furrowed brow and his tanned physique. Along with him, vicariously, I enjoyed the wet motion of the redhead's lips and tongue. I felt the redhead's soft, full lips nuzzle my erection, felt their circular pressure around the circumference of my rigid member, felt them nurse at my swollen manhood. I also felt his wet tongue lick and stroke my prick, and I enjoyed the warm-soft-wetness of his mouth as he plunged lips and tongue and inner cheeks and palate down over and around my already-stiff, but still-burgeoning cock. Likewise, I felt the smooth, rigid column of the bald man's swollen penis between my own lips as they descended in a tight, round embrace down, down, down his upright cock, to kiss his balls as his penis slid deeper into my sodden oral embrace. In my mind's-eye, saliva drooled from the corners of my mouth, dribbling down my chin, as I sucked and licked the bald man's sex organs, tasting his salty manliness, his saline virility. My balls ached more fully, more painfully now than they ached pleasurably, and my cock was like an iron pole in the tightly curled fingers of my pumping fist. Although I've watched a lot of guys suck and fuck, they're usually construction workers taking a break on a remote site, workers having a quickie among pallets of merchandise in a cavernous warehouse, a traveling salesman settling for getting to know the farmer's son when no daughter is available, a prisoner discovering the horrors--or joys, depending upon one's point of view--or being incarcerated with a horny cellmate; college football players celebrating a victory with one another instead of the team's cheerleaders; or mechanics maintaining each other's tools in the garage between sessions fixing cars. Seldom do I get to watch young, suntanned gods like the men I was observing now make love to one another with such obvious pleasure and devotion. As I watched the brunette fuck the blonde and the redhead suck the baldheaded man, I could almost smell the briny sea--or their salty semen--and feel the warm, buoyant waves--or their spurting sperm. I imagined them together, each couple sharing the same surfboard, far out to sea, drifting upon the rising swells of the emerald ocean and splashed with the foam of the sea as they sucked or were sucked, fucked or were fucked, and I took their places, in my mind, becoming now the bald man, now the redhead, now the brunette, and now the blonde. The sun was warm upon my bare flesh, and I felt it, particularly, upon my chest, my cock and balls, and my ass. As the surfboard floated among the waves, rising and falling with each swell and drop of the deeps, I imagined myself bobbing on these tossing crests, all the while a prick plunging into my bowels or my mouth plunging down around a stout, hard penis. These images heightened my arousal, and a crystal drop of Cowper's fluid, or "pre-cum," as sometimes it is known, appeared at the slit within the crown of my purple glans, a pearl forged within the depths of my masculinity. Outside, through the window near the surfboard that leaned against the bedroom wall, I spied a tall, muscular young man approaching the bungalow. He wore a broad-brimmed, floppy canvas hat, sunglasses, a gold chain necklace, a pair of loud Hawaiian trunks, and sandals. I wanted to shout to the coupling couples sucking and fucking with such wild abandon, but I wanted, even more, to continue to watch them do so. The right thing to do was to warn them of their approaching visitor. However, I preferred the other option--of keeping silent and enjoying their surprise. I steeled myself, deciding not to warn them, and kept my eye on the approaching visitor. He passed from my view. A moment later, the doorbell chimed. The redheaded youth paused, letting the bald man's saliva-slick cock slide from his mouth, and, rising, still naked, he crossed the carpet, and exited the bedroom, calling "Wait a second!" A moment later, he returned with his visitor, who'd shed his hat, sunglasses, trunks, and sandals and was as naked as his hosts. "Guys, this is Tony. He's a lifeguard." The redhead looked at their visitor. "You're late." "Sorry, Jimmy. I just got off work." Jimmy shrugged. "Let me introduce you to my buds." He named the others. The bald man was Nathan; the ass-fucked blonde was Barry; and the brunette ass-fucker was Clay. Jimmy didn't mention me, of course. I just sat there, stroking my cock as I eyed the newcomer. Tony was a gorgeous specimen of manhood. He had platinum blonde hair; piercing blue eyes; full, sensuous lips; broad shoulders; well-defined abs; a narrow waist; powerful thighs; a powerful, sculpted back; firm, compact buttocks; at least eight inches of thick, cut cock; and big balls. He was a god; he was magnificent; he was totally tubular! "Hi, guys." They others murmured greetings in return, but I didn't add mine, nor had Tony so much as looked in my direction. That was all right with me; guys always tended not to see or hear me. I could be a ghost as far as the men I watch are concerned. They never actually invite me to watch them make love, but they never acknowledge my presence when I do watch them. To them, it's like I don't exist. "I was just sucking off Nathan," Jimmy explained to the newcomer. "I hope you don't mind if I--" Tony smiled. He had the whitest teeth--and dimples! I was in love! "No, no," he reassured Jimmy. "You go right ahead." He looked around the room, his eyes sweeping past, rather than over me. "You go right ahead. I'll find something to keep me occupied." Like me! I thought, but Tony, although he'd looked right at me--or, rather, right through me--hadn't noticed me any more than the others had. It was as if I were invisible, as if I didn't exist. I frowned, my cock wilting in my hand. It was disconcerting, even a little disheartening--to say nothing of humiliating--to be so easily and casually ignored--or, at least, it used to be, before I'd become accustomed enough to it that it no longer bothered me. At least, it usually didn't bother me. For some reason, this handsome lifeguard's neglect did bother me. In fact, it more than merely bothered me; it annoyed me. It hurt me. He was so beautiful! So splendid! So totally tubular! To be ignored by him--it was like being rejected. My cock had become small and limp. I squeezed it in my fist, mercilessly and relentlessly, until the blood collected again in its spongy tissues and the recalcitrant organ again bloated and stretched, standing erect and ready for action, although the only action it would enjoy would be that which was supplied to it by Rosy Palm and her sisters, the Four Fingers. While the others enjoyed themselves--and each other--Nathan masturbated, like me. I watched him stroke his cock while I stroked my own dick. Like the rest of him, his prick and balls were beautiful, manly, and sexy--totally tubular! I watched as his penis stiffened and swelled, standing upright like mine, the pink glans ripening to deep purple as his balls rose inside his contracting scrotum. I wanted to take it in my hand, in my mouth, up my ass. I wanted him to pound me, to fuck my face or my butt, as hard and fast as he could pump his hips. I wanted his semen on my face and lips and teeth and tongue. I wanted his sperm deep in my bowels. I wanted to fuck him, too, and spew my own hot seed over his brow and nose and eyelids and cheeks and lips and chin and chest and belly and pubes. I wanted to spurt my semen inside his ass, along the furrow of his buttocks, against his perineum, and across his firm-smooth ass cheeks. I wanted to be mastered by him--and to master him. None of my wishes came true, of course, any more than they ever did. Instead, he ignored me, as he and his kind always did and always have. Watching Nathan and Jimmy and Barry and Clay and Tony the Newcomer had has one effect on me, though: my limp, soft dick had become thick and hard again--like a metal, rather than a fleshly, rod. The sights and sounds of them making love as they sucked or were sucked, fucked or were fucked, or masturbated had also brought me close to orgasm. If I couldn't actually join the guys, I could at least get close to one and, since it was Tony who was unattached, he might as well be the one with whom I got cozy, I thought, especially since the look on his handsome face indicated that he, like me, was close to the point of no return. Maybe we could come together! I stood, crossed the room, and pointed my dick right into his face. He pretended he didn't know that I was there, bit, of course he did. How could he not know? I mean, sure, his eyes were closed, but the tip of my prick was touching his forehead. He had to know. He just acted as if he were none the wiser. They all did, always. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on the urgent, rising tide of pleasure welling within his groin--I felt the same, overwhelming sensations of pleasure rising within my body--and within my soul. The flood of ecstasy filled me--filled us, for Tony was feeling the same irresistible, overpowering sensations within his balls and loins and chest and brain that had ignited themselves in mine, and his twisted features, gasping breath, clenched teeth, and urgent moans told me he was as close to orgasm as I was--maybe even in the throes of passion, as I was--then, suddenly, all thoughts were lost as I felt the rush of orgasm become ejaculation, my passion seeming to spurt and spurt from my pulsating penis along with the warm, thick streamers of semen that splattered against Tony's enraptured face. My sperm shot in volleys against his flawless features. I looked down at his face, beatific in ecstasy, and saw that my semen dribbled from his chin, onto his chest and coursed down his sexy, six-pack abs, toward his own stiff-standing, ejaculating cock. Tony's semen gushed from his prick. Then, the initial surge was followed with several quick spurts. The sperm launched itself from his penis in white jets, streaked over his abs and pecs to his face, decorating his cheeks and nose and brow and hair with gobs and splatters of thick, viscid fluid. He moaned, opening his mouth to catch what sperm of his own--and mine--he could, but the seed mostly sprayed and spattered his face. Other moans competed for my attention, and I watched semen fountain from the bald man's cock, splattering and spattering the redhead's freckled face just before molten sperm from Clay's cock, pulled free of Barry's asshole, erupted against the blonde's buttocks, cleavage, and reamed anus, streaming down the cleavage between Barry's semen-splattered ass cheeks, down the backs of his thighs, and onto the carpet upon which he crouched on elbows and knees. An incident so rare it seemed miraculous occurred as a second orgasm seized me, and I ejaculated still more from the reservoir of semen stored deep within my balls, a pool I thought I'd exhausted a few moments ago, spurting its salty fluid into Tony's face as his own cock was shooting its load of sperm at the same target. Exhausted, I fell back, onto my ass, and stared with amazement at the glass covering my television's semen-smeared picture tube. Thick runnels of my viscid white semen ran down the transparent surface, welling at the bottom of the screen before overflowing the edge of the cabinet that housed the TV set and dribbling down its controls to drip upon my living room carpet. In watching the actors of Suck and Fuck Surfers get off, I'd managed to experience not one, but two, orgasms and back-to-back ejaculations. Tubular! I thought. Totally tubular!