Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 08:34:42 -0700
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: warming 2 (gay/adult-youth)

WARMING
by Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex

Part 2

Twenty minutes later, on the dot, Tom gives a shout and a couple quick raps
before opening the bathroom door.

"KNOCK, KNOCK!"

He immediately hears, from behind the door, the loud, sudden noise of what
sounds like Billy sitting bolt upright in the bathtub -- his butt squeaking
loudly against the tub bottom; his body displacing a whooshing wave of
water-splash.  That abrupt noise sounds even louder, more sudden, bouncing
off the bathroom's stone floor.

Then the startled boy calls out nervously.

"'SUP!!??"

That's all Billy can manage to stammer before Tom barges in on him.

In just that one word Tom can hear a panicked throb in the boy's voice.  He
can just about guess what Billy was doing in there -- what any horny young
boy would have been doing: lying back, in a candle-lit room, soaking his
fit young body in a nice warm bath, and dreamily stroking himself to a very
ripe hardness.

Tom looks down and sees that Billy is, indeed, beautifully hard: his thick,
young, delicious-looking cock is jutting straight up out of the water;
cock-tip -- despite his fully aroused state -- still just barely poking out
of a stretched-taut hood of foreskin.

A jolt of raw arousal pulsates through Tom's own meaty thickness.

He notices a glazed-over expression on Billy's gorgeous face: the boy's
eyes seem big and blankly gleaming, gazing up from the tub at the majesty
of Tom's barely-clad musculature.  He swears he can hear a soft 'fuck!'
escape, reflex-like, from the boy's visibly trembling lower lip.

Tom, having checked himself out minutes earlier in his bedroom mirror
before entering the bathroom, knows he looks hot as fuck - all his
hard-cut, man-furred muscle on glorious display, nude save for the
tightest, skimpiest of jocks.  He figures -- given the popularity of
muscle-heroes in action films -- that even straight boys like Billy
appreciated a beautifully buff dude.  And Tom knew he could hold his own
with any of the Hollywood beefcake the media loved to flaunt.

He's worked his body hard enough, and long enough, to deserve, he thinks,
the smug certitude he was prime muscle-porn hot -- irresistibly exciting,
he was willing to bet, to any boy into serious muscle as Billy obviously
was.  And when a fine-ass body like his sports a big-ass dick, just barely
contained by a thin, bulging, stretched-almost-to-bursting mesh pouch --
well, Billy's eyes tell the story.

The boy's hungry gaze -- locked, as Tom sees it, on his thick length of
man-meat, outlined perfectly by the jock's taut mesh -- excites the older
stud.

Tom returns his own gaze to the boy's luscious hardness, rising
impressively out of the ripples of the bathwater -- a good six or seven
inches, Tom thinks, and thick, with that shaved-smooth patch sexily setting
it off.

But for Tom, it's more than just that tasty length of teen jock-meat; it's
the stunning beauty of the boy's naked body, burnished with a soft glow in
the candlelit tub -- smooth, lean, ripe young muscle, achingly defined.

He can see the boy's dazzled eyes still riveted on his cock, which he feels
plumping a little in his jock.  The way strands of Billy's water-darkened,
longish blonde hair frame his face, to Tom, is exquisite.  And those thick,
ruby-red lips: Tom can just feel them playing back and forth over his cock.

"How's the bath, young'un?"

Billy hoarsely stammers out a 'fine'.

"Hope you don't mind, but while you finish soaking, I'm just gonna hop in
the shower for a bit and get my own ass warmed up.  I put the kettle on for
some cocoa, and I gave that long underwear you were wearing a tumble in the
dryer, so they'll be nice and warm for you to slip back into after your
bath.  You can just keep those thermals, by the way, if you want.  They're
too small for me.  And I gotta say, you look hot as fuck in 'em; they fit
that fine-ass young body of yours just right.  Really show off your cuts."

And with total nonchalance, Tom strips off his jock, exposing himself fully
in all his naked, hard-carved, fur-dusted, cock-dangling glory.  He keeps
his own gaze, gleaming with its own desire, riveted on the boy's, watching
Billy take in his impressive physique, and his cock's impressive length.

Again, he swears he hears Billy react vocally, uncontrollably, to this
immediate flourish of virile male beauty.  It's the sound of a sharp,
sudden, quickly drawn-in gasp.

But when Tom hears Billy finally speak, he hears, too, that whatever sexual
excitement the boy might be feeling, being naked and exposed in front of
the pumped-muscle majesty of Tom's powerfully cut, shamelessly seductive
body, his voice betrays nothing but eager male camaraderie, a kind of jock
bonhommie.

"'Fine-ass'?  Fuck, dude, my body's skinny as hell!  But your body!  It's
fucking amazing, dude!  You are hands-down the hottest-looking,
sexiest-looking stud I have ever seen close up like this, in the flesh.
YOU've got the fucking fine-ass body, dude -- you look like every young
dude dreams of looking."

"Thanks, son.  I appreciate the compliment."

Billy, Tom realizes, is very cool, very poised, besides being utterly
gorgeous.

Tom flexes and pumps and poses for a bit, making sure to twist and sway his
body so his long, thick, fulsome meat sways and dangles.  Then he looks
back at Billy.

"But your body ain't skinny at all, dude.  It's all lean, cut beef, and hot
as hell."

Tom resists the urge to bend down and stroke Billy's firm young muscle.

"Incredible definition for -- what are you, sixteen?"

"Fifteen.  I turn sixteen in February."

"See what I mean?  I sure as fuck didn't look even half as good as you when
I was fifteen."

Inside, Tom is pulsating again -- fifteen! the perfect age for a boy! right
on that cusp of sexual ripeness!  He feels his thick cock begin to swell
and rise.

"Well, I better hit the shower.  If I stare any longer, I'm gonna start
gettin' hard."

Tom enters the shower and turns the water on full.  When he gets the
temperature to just the heat he likes, he begins soaping up his body and
cock, amped from his nude muscle-flirting with the boy.

Is Billy really straight?  Tom wonders as he begins to wash himself.  Those
burning-eyed stares at his cock -- were they just the understandably
curious gaze of a boy seeing an older dude's dick close-up for the first
time?  Or did it reveal a hungry, excited longing for man-meat?

What's going on in his mind now, Tom muses, out there in the tub, hearing
the water spray on a gay stud's beautifully worked body?  Is he caught up
in some horny young straight boy's gay-curious fantasy, soaping himself
hard while replaying footage of Tom's cut muscle and thick cock?

When Tom was Billy's age, he had so many jack-off sessions fueled by
homoerotic fodder from his daily life: stroking alone in bed or in the
shower, thinking about how some hot situation with another dude earlier
that day -- say a time in the school gym or locker room, or some time alone
with another boy, a sleep-over maybe -- might have taken a sudden turn to
the sexual; how a seemingly innocent but erootically charged moment between
him and his buds might have, as his subsequent jack-off fantasy would morph
that memory, suddenly led to touching and stroking and kissing, then
exploded into a full-blown orgy of sucking and fucking.

Jacking to such fantasies -- the early realization of his gay desire --
always led to a satisfying load.  Was Billy like that?  Was he replaying
their own naked encounter just now as a j/o fantasy, stroking to it
dreamily in the tub?  Because what had been going on between the two of
them moments ago was certainly the stuff of the hottest of gay-porn
scenarios.

Soaping a now-hardened dick, Tom luxuriates in his own triple-X reverie:
after they finish in the bathroom, they return, naked, to the bedroom,
where Billy worships the older stud's cut muscle, kissing and fondling in
passionate awe; a young, smitten acolyte, dedicated to satisfying his
potent muscle-god; sucking and licking and stroking that huge hard
thickness, pleasuring it until Tom spurts load after load, then coating his
own tight, hungry hole with some of Tom's cream, slathering the rest up and
down his hard, meaty shaft, then letting his idol take his cherry.

Fuck, did Tom ever want a young Adonis like Billy in his life, to share
endless rounds of boy-sex.

Tom continues to soap up hard muscle and cock, his thoughts obsessing on
Billy, that lean gorgeous body, such a perfectly muscled, beautifully
perfect boy.  And with that utterly luscious cock.  He can just picture the
youth there in the tub, laying back idly, stroking his young hardness.

Tom suddenly becomes impatient with horniness for the boy.  He decides he
has to move things along faster, to coax Billy more quickly into surfacing
whatever gay longing he might have.  Or else to show finally his utter
disinterest in man-boy sex.

So Tom thinks of a context that might allow the boy to evince any strong
gay desire, enhancing Tom's hoped-for seduction.

To that end, he yells out above the shower noise -- rushing spray, echoing
off stone wall and hard muscle -- some 'innocent' small-talk, centered on
boy-lust, in order to gauge Billy's response.

"So, you and your buds have very hot bodies."

"Thanks, man."

"Yeah, VERY hot.  For me, young dudes' bodies are especially hot.  You
three work out together?"

"Yeah, we do, fairly regularly, mostly at AJ's, he has the best set-up.
And I do a lot on my own, lifting, in my bedroom."

"It shows, man.  You especially.  You're the best built of you three,
hands-down.  But that black dude is a mighty close second.  Dude is fucking
gorgeous.  What's his name?"

"Connor."

"Connor.  Yeah, Connor is fucking hot.  Those dreads are a total turn-on,
plus he has such a beautifully worked upper body, like yours.  Don't you
think he's hot as fuck?"

Tom notices it takes Billy just a few hesitant seconds to respond.

"Yeah, I gotta admit -- Connor is hot, no doubt.  His abs are incredible."

"Hell yeah!  And that face!  So damn beautiful!  His mouth is so hot; those
full, gorgeous lips. Dude's mouth is made for cock-sucking.  Hey!  Tell me
the truth, dawg -- cause it's just us boys in here, right? -- you ever
slide that nice thick cock of yours between those soft, luscious lips?"

No pause this time.  Billy fires back with what Tom hears as a nervous
tremble in his voice.

"No, man.  It ain't -- I mean, we ain't like that, us dudes.  We ain't
never tried shit like that."

Interesting answer, Tom thinks.

"That's a shame, cause you three are soooo damn sexy looking.  I bet you
guys would be way hot in bed, have very hot sex together.  Those hot
muscle-bodies you three got.  Fuck, would I ever love to be a part of that
shit!"

Silence from the tub.  Tom keeps going.

"Hey, who's got the best dick?  Yours is so damn luscious.  What about your
buds' meat?  Describe 'em to me.  In detail.  Gimme something to stroke to
here in the shower.  It might even get you hard, too, who knows, right?"

Billy lets out a nervous laugh.

"Dude, you kill me.  You are one horny fucking gay dude, that's for damn
sure!  But sure, my boys' cocks -- OK, why the fuck not?  I'll start with
AJ.  Dude is hung.  He's definitely the longest and thickest of any of us.
But for me his is not the hottest cock.  Connor and I are uncut, AJ's not.
And uncut is like way hotter, right?  I mean, girls may not think so, but
dudes know, right?  I mean you should know, definitely, cause you got such
an amazing cock, with that sweet, thick hood of yours.

"And, anyway, I don't know how to describe it, but Connor's and my dicks
are, like, well, I never sucked cock before -- and I hate to seem like I'm
bragging -- but Connor's and my cocks just look delicious, like the kind of
cocks someone would love to suck.  I mean, not that I'd know, but, like,
you've seen mine, right?  Cause, like, I think I've got a really nice cock!
I mean, fuck!"

And Billy lets out another laugh, louder this time, and more nervous.

"Like, I gotta say, it sure as fuck gets ME hard, watching it, when I
stroke in front of the mirror."

"No doubt, dude.  Your dick is fuckin' scrumptious.  Really nice meat
you're packin'!"

"Seriously!  Like if I was into sucking cock, mine and Connor's would be,
like, mouth-watering to me.  I mean, well, yours, too, dude, obviously.  I
mean, like, yours ESPECIALLY, dawg -- your dick is, like, amazing! -- it's
so fucking awesome!"

Tom thrills to hear the excitement building in Billy's voice.

"It's, like -- it's so fuckin' thick!  So fuckin' huge!  With that totally
hot sheath covering that sick fuckin' cockhead you got!  Those hot dudes I
see you hang with all the time over here -- they must, like, LIVE to suck
your cock, I bet!"

Tom is overwhelmed with Billy's cock-talk.  His own dick feels like a thick
length of solid steel as he soaps it excitedly.  He decides to press the
point.

"You can find out yourself, dawg!  You're welcome to a taste any time you
want tonight!  Seriously!  And you are so damn right about your own cock,
Billy!  Fucking love to get me a taste of that smooth, thick, teen prick of
yours.  If you've never had a blow job from a horny gay stud, you are truly
missing something phenomenal.  It'd be my absolute pleasure, dude, if
you're down for it!"

Tom's lust-drenched mind is a fever-whirl of passion for the boy.  He's
starting to will the events of the night ahead, daring to think they'll get
as far as sucking each other off tonight, and jacking too, of course.

Fuck, is he ever hard for this boy!  He hopes Billy has never had his dick
sucked, ever, from anyone, male or female.  He wants to be Billy's first.
He wants to initiate the boy into the glorious pleasures of man-sex.

He puts a big dollop of shower gel on his fingers, wishing it were the
boy's cream, and stokes his hardness, desperate to hear Billy talk more
dick.

"So tell me about AJ's dick."

"OK, AJ.  Like I said, he's the biggest of all of us, but it's just not
what you'd call, like, a really beautiful cock.  Not like porn-star hot,
you know?  I mean, I guess a dude would like being fucked with it, but it
doesn't strike me as the kind of dick you'd, like, worship.  Like yours is,
I mean.  And where those dicks with big sexy veins can be such a turn-on --
again, like yours -- his is just, I don't know, TOO veiny, I guess, not
sexy veiny."

Tom is beside himself, listening to Billy talk like a young gay slut.
Where the fuck is this coming from, he wonders?  Do all horny young
straight boys talk like this if you give them a little same-sex push?

"Plus, he doesn't groom as well as Connor and I."

"Those shaved pubes of yours look hot as fuck, dude!"

"Thanks, dawg!  I'm tryin' to look as sexy as I can!"

"You sure as hell do, Billy!  Can't tell you how much I'd love to rub my
cock back and forth against your nice buzzed-smooth patch when I was all
hard and leaky.  Then take both our hard, dripping cocks and jack 'em
together.  Fuck, would that be hot!"

There's an immediate pause in the steamy banter, on Billy's end.

In the sudden silence, Tom can feel his dick pinging like he's gonna shoot
any second.  Are there similar twinges going through Billy's cock, he
wonders, talking boy-meat like this with a hot older hunk?

Billy resumes his sexy chatter.

"Connor's dick, though, is gorgeous!  So damn tasty-looking!  Whether a
dude was gay or straight, he'd be into Connor's sweet fucking cock, believe
me.  Fucking perfect!  A little bit longer than mine.  Smooth, thick shaft,
then just slightly tapering a bit at the end, which I think looks so hot.
Nice foreskin, too -- meaty, chewy, thicker, longer, like yours.  Beautiful
brown color -- darker than the rest of him -- with this sweet ruby-pink
head.  Fucking luscious!  Shit, if us dudes ever decide to get our gay on
some night, I'd be on Connor's dick in a minute!"

"Damn, sounds tasty as fuck!"

Now, Tom thinks, it's time for another turn of the screw.

"Hey, how come a straight dude like you sounds like he's so into dick?
Something you ain't tellin' me, dawg?"

That was almost cruel, Tom laughs to himself, but he wants to see how the
boy handles something off-speed.

Again, a noticeable pause.

"Aw, no, man, it ain't -- I mean, it's like you said before, dudes' bodies
are hot, right?  I mean -- ."

The sudden pleading tremble in the boy's voice is painful to hear.  Tom
doesn't want to embarrass him, just wants to speed along whatever boy-sex
might be in store for them this evening.

"You got that right, dude!  Guys are fucking gorgeous; don't have to tell a
gay stud like me that.  'Specially fit guys; guys like you and me, hot
dudes, into serious muscle.  Fuck, I love working out with another ripped
dude, watching cut muscle flex and pump.  Shit, does that ever get me hard.
You get off on shit like that, Billy?  Hot muscle on a dude?  Cause it
ain't a gay thing, it's just a fit dude thing, right?  And you are one
beautifully fit young dude.  I'd fucking love to work out with you.  I got
a great home gym set up downstairs, if you ever want to come over and lift
some time.  Or even, you know, work out together on the regular?  Get that
hot body of yours even hotter!"

"Yeah, well sure, cool, whatever.  And I mean, yeah, you're right.  It's,
like, a fit dude thing.  Dudes -- well, like you, man, definitely, and
other dudes I've seen, like at the beach or those hot-looking guys you have
over all the time, or dudes I see online -- with awesome bodies.  I mean,
how can you not get turned on by a really hot guy, right?  Especially, like
you say, if you're into muscle?"

He checks out hot dudes, Tom thinks.  Online, too.

"Tell me about it, Little Man!  I mean, let's be frank -- and I'm not just
sayin' this cause I'm gay, but a hot dude is way hotter than a hot chick,
right?  Even a straight boy like you has to admit that, right?  I mean,
come on!  You know how hot you and your buds look.  How hot I look.  A guy
who's fucking built?  Damn, that shit can get you harder than any chick's
body.  And then add a long, thick, luscious length of dick into the mix --
fuck, that's about as hot as you can get!  That's why the Greeks -- the
most advanced civilization ever in history! -- sculpted nude men all the
time.  Not women.  It wasn't a gay thing, it was a beauty thing.

"Damn, dude, you gotta watch some hot muscle-porn clips with me later, and
stroke out a couple loads!  Listening to you, I think you might be just the
kind of hot straight boy who would really get off on gay porn.  I mean, if,
like you say, you can appreciate hot, fit dudes with serious cock.  Cause
seriously, dude, if you've never seen any really good gay porn, that shit
will get you hard as fuck!  Fuck, it'd be hot as fuck jackin' with a hot
young muscle-stud like you!"

There was total silence from the boy.

In that stillness, Tom can just feel how rock-hard Billy's cock must be
right now -- as hard as his own, no doubt.

And then, carried away with the thought of that gorgeous youth lying there,
naked, in the tub, and the dream of them later, in front of the fire, naked
together, stroking each other's hard cocks to hot porn, kissing and worship
each other's hard muscle, Tom begins to give voice to his most primal
fantasy.

"Fuck, would I ever like to have a boy like you to hang with -- a young
dude, hot as fuck, totally into dudes.  A boy with a body like yours, lean
and cut, with a luscious length of boy-meat, totally built for sex.  We'd
start with workin' out and watchin' porn, then, shit! I'd teach him all
about how dudes make love, how it's the hottest fucking sex there is.
Fuck, the two of us'd be hard and naked all day, fucking and sucking and
licking and jacking, totally into each other's hot bodies, worshiping each
other with fingers and tongue.  The sex would be so fucking awesome!  Fuck,
it would be hot as fuck hanging out with him, being together, the two of
us, totally into each other, into each other's hot bodies and big dicks,
gettin' pumped together, gettin' hard, all that sucking and fucking,
jacking together, taking baths, showering like this, alone together, so
fucking into each other.  It'd be so fucking hot!  And damn, when I think
about fucking him -- pumping that tight, tiny hole -- balls-deep in his
smooth little ass -- that beautiful, young-muscled body riding my huge,
hard cock -- ."

Overcome, Tom suddenly groans with a deep, wrenching growl, while stream
upon stream of hot, thick man-juice shoots from his throbbing cock,
creamily coating the wet stone shower walls.

After a half-minute to catch his breath, Tom shuts off the shower spray and
raises one arm, to support himself against the shower wall, then sighs with
the deep bliss of post-orgasmic boy-lust.

"Damn, dude, what a fucking load I just shot in here, thinking about how
fucking hot it would be having a boy like that."

Tom is certain he hears a sudden, sharp, slightly high-pitched moan, then a
soft, almost tearful grunt, echo across the stone tile floor.

Tom steps out of the shower and stops next to the tub.  He just stands
there for a second in front of the boy, majestically nude, water drops
beading and dripping over carved muscle and matted fur.  He looks down at
his thick, meaty cock and notices a big glob of fresh man-cream still
hanging off the piss-slit of his foreskin-covered head.

Billy stares with transparent hunger.

After staring ar the boy a little too long, Tom towels off.  Then he
blow-dries his fur -- chest, groin, and ass.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tom watches the boy ogle.

"You're lucky you don't have all this hair, Little Man.  You're nice and
smooth.  Looks hot as hell."

"No way, dude!  I think all that fur looks hot as hell!  You're, like -- so
fucking manly, Tom!"

Billy's voice sounds thick, raw, sluggish.  He rises from his bath and
shakes off the water, then just stands there shyly in front of the older
stud.

Tom extends a hand to help him out of the tub.  Their touch feels electric
to Tom; it jolts right to his dick.

He grabs a towel from the bench against the wall where they're stacked and
hands it to the boy.

As they each towel off, their eyes are locked on each other's cut muscle
and thick cocks.

Tom breaks the charged silence.

"Excuse my going on there in the shower, young'un.  I've been horny as hell
lately.  Most all my fuck buddies have gone away to some place warm.  I was
gonna take care of my needs tonight, but that's when I saw you shoveling
across the street.  All that shoveling took my mind off how much I need to
get my rocks off, but then seeing this hot body of yours and that sweet
young prick -- well, I guess I just got carried away."

Billy laughs nervously.

"No worries, Tom!  It's all good!  But, shit, that was wild, hearing you
like that!  Intense, man!"

He sounds breathless and a little shaken up to Tom, like a still-rattled,
weak-kneed boy after his first time on a wild new roller-coaster.  No
surprise -- hard-core man-lust can be a pretty intense ride for a
first-timer.

God, he's so damn cute, Tom thinks.  Before he can stop himself, he hears
his mouth voice the words in his head.

"Fuck, are you ever hot, Billy!"

He decides to tease the boy a little more.

"But a gay stud like me shouldn't be getting all horned up over a straight
boy's hot body.  Come on, let's get some clothes on you before I get really
carried away!"

He can't resist another playful slap on that smooth, luscious ass as he
shoos Billy out the door and down the hall to his bedroom.

End Part 2

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