Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2005 15:24:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alien Culture 15 (gay/college)

The Alien Culture Project, part 15
by Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

After that first glorious fuck, both studs lying spent on the mat together,
Wyatt just held Chance close from behind, in a gesture that conveyed the
older man's deep, soulful pleasure.  He couldn't remember when he'd last
had such an amazingly built, athletically responsive lover.  Chance, too,
was basking in a beautiful glow; the young jock's ass felt incredible,
throbbing deliciously with a still-prickly electricity.  It honestly felt
like he'd been fucked for the first time, as if he'd been a virgin again,
initiated into the glories of gay male sex by an artful, experienced older
lover.  The thick load slowly oozing out of his softly tingling ass felt
like a balm, like it was part of some sacred baptismal ritual.  He felt
sanctified.  Damn, he loved his life, and it kept getting better and
better.

Wyatt pressed his body up close, kissing the boy's neck and closely-shaved
head, letting his tongue roam sensuously all over that sexy stubble in
primal, masculine delight.  He kissed and licked Chance's ear, whispering
low, sexy hymns to the boy's beauty as his arms reverently stroked those
young, hard muscles.  Chance smiled serenely, luxuriating in the
surprisingly delicate touch of this seasoned, manly lover.  Wyatt
sensuously let the fingers of one hand play over the boy's cut pecs with
one hand, tweaking a hard little nipple every once in a while.  With his
other hand, he softly stroked up and down the length of Chance's long,
thick, young prick, feeling it harden in his touch, teasing the foreskin
and spreading the newly-oozing precum gently around the tip and shaft, as
if he were anointing it.  He tickled Chance's full, velvety ballsac
tenderly, then stroked lazily down his thighs, then up to circle that firm
ass, exploring every inch of this desirable, rock-hard body.  Chance moaned
in pleasure, not only at the feel of the strong gentle hand confidently
playing over his muscles, but at the almost torturous tickle of Wyatt's fur
brushing against the firm young smoothness of his back and legs.

Soon his ass felt the luscious, moist hardness of Wyatt's thick massive
tool, dripping insistently again in lusty need.  Still lying on his side,
with Wyatt behind him, Chance lifted a muscular leg and eagerly worked that
stiff cock back into its new home.  It slid in easily.  He sighed with
pleasure as Wyatt, pleased with the young boy's responsiveness to an older
man's deep, sexual demands, began a slow, lazy, post-coital fuck.  Wyatt's
muscular hips gently eased his thick cum-slick cock in and out of the boy's
ass, delighting in the hard tightness and responsiveness of his new
bed-partner, while he continued to play with the boy's hard smooth pecs and
long, thick cock.  As his hips slowly worked his own rock-hard meat in and
out, savoring the exquisite feel of Chance's athletic ass as it slowly
ground down and around on his steely shaft, the hand tweaking Chance's tits
moved down to explore the boy's beautifully rippling abs and narrow hips.
More sensuous pistoning, both of them deliriously lost in this dream-fuck,
and then, further down, Wyatt loved feeling the light bristle of Chance's
closely-shaven pubes.  And that nice big ballsac flopping along the boy's
thigh as he rode him.  He knew how good both those bristly pubes and that
full, floppy sac would feel against his own ass when Chance fucked him
later.  But for now, he was having his wonderfully satisfying way with this
young idol.

His hard cock slowly, teasingly, drew in and out of Chance's ass, hitting
just the right spots with just the right rhythm, as the young boy's firm
body writhed in sensual ecstasy, his ass being stroked like a fine
instrument in the hands of a master musician.  As Chance rode the crest of
this wonderfully delicate ass-play, he began to use his own strong muscles
to clamp down on that wonderful tool pleasuring his ass.  He applied
pressure at just the right point on both the in and out strokes, delighting
Wyatt in return, and hardening his dick even further.  All this wonderfully
erotic teasing quickly caused both jocks' smoldering lust to ignite into
high flame, and soon Wyatt was twisting Chance's tit in full-blown passion,
while roughly stroking the boy's thick young prick as hard as his own
fevered cock was bouncing in and out of that smooth, firm ass, his mind and
body focused solely on the deep bodily need of male release.  Chance didn't
miss a beat as he slammed back against Wyatt, and reached a hand around to
probe the older man's ass.  Soon he was finger-fucking Wyatt with raunchy
relish as their love-making was subsumed in the sensations of pure athletic
abandon, total masculine desire.

"Oh you fuckin' sweet stud, that finger feels fine as fuck. You like this
cock rammin' yer sweet young hole?" Wyatt gasped, as he banged Chance's ass
mercilessly in hard, quick thrusts.

Chance's voice seemed like it was knocked up out of him by Wyatt's
pummeling, it kind of hiccupped out, "Oh damn . . . yes! . . . Fuck,
. . . what a . . . fine. . . fuckin' . . . dick you got!"

"After I shoot off, I want to take this big, thick, beautiful boy-cock of
yours I'm strokin' right up my ass.  I want you to feel what a real man's
rough, hairy hole feels like," Wyatt whispered gruffly, while ramming his
own cock home.

"Oh, fuck yes, Wyatt!  I gotta know what it feels like to fuck a real stud!
I just hope this young dick o' mine will be enough for a cool-ass hombre
like you!"

Wyatt grabbed that long, thick, dripping beauty in one hand and pawed it
roughly, letting his thumb dig into Chance's piss-slit, driving the young
stud wild.

"Oh, it'll be enough, kid, don't worry.  It's about the best-lookin' cock
I've seen outside o' my own."

Wyatt pawed it with greedy desire, savoring every inch of length and width,
wishing the finger playing in his ass was this stone-hard beauty.  "Damn, I
gotta feel this gorgeous young hunk of thick meat up my ass.  I'll bet this
monster can throw a mean fuck when it's handled by a hard muscle-jock like
you."

Chance was carried off on a wave of primal male pleasure, lost in the
delicious sensation of Wyatt's skilled thrusts and strong hands.

 "OH YOU BEAUTIFUL YOUNG FUCK!" Wyatt cried as he fucked hard and quick
into Chance's rocking ass, thinking of the beautiful eruption of cream soon
to come.  His hands were now a flurry of motion over Chance's
sensuously-carved abs, those ripe, egg-shaped balls, and that stiff,
pulsatingly ripe cock.  Both studs' pumped, straining, musculature was
glazed in sweat.  "Oh yeah!" he gasped, making his ass dance lewdly against
Chance's finger, which had found his prostate, "work that ass o' mine, son!
Get me ready for this sweet fucking dream-cock o' yours!  Fuck, Chance, I
never fucked anyone as fucking hot as you - ever!"

"Aw shit, Wyatt," Chance gasped, beads of sweat flying off the boy, "I
can't imagine a bigger dick - or a better fuck.  UH!  Shit, man, don't ever
stop!"  Every erogenous nerve in the young boy's body seemed exposed and
rubbed raw now under Wyatt's skilled love-making.  Wyatt, meanwhile, was in
rapturous disbelief over the sheer young athleticism and power of Chance as
sex-partner, the rush of a boy whose fevered desire and knowledge of
masculine pleasure was perfectly synched with his bodily strength.

But Wyatt was too close.  Soon, deliriously exhausted, he rammed in one
hard, last time and shot his second load of the night up Chance's ass.  As
the thick, creamy waves spurted, he grasped the boy tight, in both the
jaw-clenching ecstasy of orgasm as well as the incredible delight of
Chance's continuing ass-play.  He buried his face in Chance's neck, giving
him kisses both rough and tender.

When Wyatt's last spurt filled him, Chance, half-crazy with a young male's
need for release, went into action.  He pulled off the older ram - now
gloriously spent and panting from such hot, hard fuck - then scooped a
creamy gob of Wyatt's fresh cum out of his own ass, and got to work on
Wyatt's hole.

He smoothed the cum over that hot, hairy hole, and then dug in.  Chance
delighted in the feel of Wyatt's man-fur on his tongue.  He played with
Wyatt's hard-muscled, fur-covered ass-cheeks as he rimmed his new
bed-partner for all he was worth.

Wyatt was in heaven.  His ass was tingling like a young boy's already from
the finger-play - and now this!  Wyatt loved a good ass-tonguing,
especially when the stud doing the rimming had such a gorgeous piece of
meat between his legs - it made him squirm in delicious anticipation of the
sensation to come when the tongue was replaced by thick, hard man-flesh.  A
top mostly, Wyatt was always up for a good, hard fucking from a big-dicked
muscle-stud who knew his way around a hot, hairy hole.  And Chance sure as
fuck fit that description.  He lay back and felt his ass tingle and his
cock stiffen.  What a choice fucking evening this had turned out to be.  He
almost wished he still did drugs so he could stay up all night reaching the
outer limits of pleasure with this magical young Adonis.

Chance was working Wyatt open with his tongue and fingers, lapping and
slurping like the hot young horndog he was.  He wanted to locate Wyatt's
love-nut again so he could make sure his dick hit the right switches when
they fucked.  As he worked on his partner's sweet hole, he was aware that
his cock was painfully hard, twitching, as if it were harrying him
excitedly.  Fuck, that'll have to do, he thought, after another minute of
foreplay.  I gotta get in there.

He flipped his coach's legs on his shoulders, raised his own massive young
bulk, and plunged in hard and fast, boyishly eager to show off his skill as
a top to his sexy idol of a coach.

"OH FUCK YES!" the older stud cried hoarsely, his face a mask of sweaty,
serene pleasure.  He lay back and luxuriated in the feel of that fine young
thickness filling his hole, as well as the beautiful picture of Chance's
perfect body straining in the throes of male passion.

"Damn, it's been a while since someone's had this ass, boy.  But it's all
yours, you young fuck.  See if you can make this old dog cum just from
fucking my ass!"

The gauntlet thrown, Chance accepted the challenge.  He felt rock-hard and
randy as fuck.

Years of athletic training had given these two extraordinary muscle
control.  It made them ideal partners for the kind of hard-bodied, extreme
sex both craved.  But their love-making was not like a contest between two
gladiators; instead, the two moved more like muscular ballet dancers in
some X-rated pas-de-deux: Chance writhing his muscular frame in controlled
abandon on top, and his partner seeming to answer those movements below,
with the hungry, sensual response phrased by his strong, lithe hips.
Wyatt's ass and loins mirrored every thrust the young boy made; the way he
clenched and stroked the thick dick working him egged the boy on to giddier
heights of hard-core man-fucking.  The space of Wyatt's studio became
filled with their loud, primal grunts and yells.

Part of the mind-blowing thrill of sex between these two was their eerily
similar body-types.  Thick, massive calves; rock-solid thighs; lean, sexy
ripples of awesomely worked abs; round, tight, muscular butts; long, thick,
mouth-watering uncut dicks; big suckable pecs; broad shoulders; powerful
arms with thick, raised lickable veins - it was as if the body each had
stared at in the mirror for years as he religiously worked out was now
somehow magically made flesh before him, but with a delightful difference:
in Wyatt's case, the body-twin in front of him was exactly the same except
younger, smoother, more luscious; for Chance, it was rougher, more rugged,
hairier, more masculine.

As they fucked, Wyatt's sensitive ass thrilled to the hard, ripe thickness
gliding in and out, a beautifully huge tool wielded by a lover with a
sublime combination of youthful sexual abandon and mature muscle control.
It seemed like Chance's dick was making moist, desperate love to his ass.
Christ, Wyatt had always had such smoldering passion for so many of the
beautiful young hard-bodies he coached year in and year out, but none was
as mouth-wateringly perfect as Chance.  He looked up at that gorgeous face
- that perfect head and face, smoldering country-boy good-looks covered in
such sexy stubble; that hard, lean jaw and chin; those thick, pouty lips
that begged you either to kiss them or feed them your cock; those piercing
blue eyes, glazed over now in the throes of a young stud's sexual ecstasy.
Damn, Wyatt wanted a nice, long fuck-buddy relationship with this boy; he
bet Chance would be up for it, too.

Then Wyatt just closed his eyes, carried away by this ultimate sensation in
masculine intimacy.  He loved Jesse to the depths of his soul, but sex
between them had grown a little routine (Jesse, the inexhaustible bottom;
Wyatt, the needy top - not that he was complaining); they both seemed to
silently acknowledge their sexlife had needed spice; hence the by-now
routine weekend parties with friends or Jesse's models.  Never, though, had
there been one like Chance.  He was pure, raw sex. Wyatt had to figure a
way to make this pleasure on-going.

Soon Wyatt's ass was wriggling excitedly in pure, slutty pleasure at the
electric thrill of Chance's extraordinary cock in him.  That long full
prick was hitting his ass just right on every thrust, hitting that sweet
spot Wyatt liked to finger whenever he masturbated himself.  Damn, this was
good.

"Fuck, son, you sure know how to make a man's ass feel fine as fuck," he
moaned, deep and low.

With that, Wyatt's lithe six-pack started rippling sensually as he began
some more delicious ass-clenching on that long, luscious dick, knowing just
when and how hard to squeeze, to caress that fine, young meat as it pulled
out.

"OH YEAH, WYATT!" Chance cried, loving the feel of that ass working his
dick, like loving hands stroking him.

Chance's fingers explored the beautiful playground of Wyatt's body as he
rode his handsome stallion.  Once, in freshman year of high school, Chance
took a field trip with his class to an art museum.  In one of the
galleries, he came across a Roman statue that held him transfixed.  The
woman who led his class on the tour told them it was a spear carrier, a
copy of a Greek statue.  The young warrior was nude and huge, half again as
big as a normal human. The adolescent Chance could only gape at it, in a
kind of worship.  There, in marble in front of him, was something he had no
words for at the time, just pure fascinated reverence.  Later he would
realize he was looking at his ideal of male, erotic beauty, but at the time
he was just gripped by the sculptural perfection of this muscular demi-god.
He waited behind after his school-group left that gallery because he had to
soak in what he knew even then was deeply pleasurable.  If he knew what the
word "erotic" had meant then, he would have called it that.

Now, as he ran his hands up and down Wyatt's massive, cut thighs, and
around the perfect globes of his ass, and over the powerful upper body and
shredded abs - the whole gorgeous frame hard and chiseled like alabaster -
he felt like he was making love to that sculpted warrior - but instead of
cold, dead marble, Wyatt was warm, living flesh.  The skin Chance ran his
fingers over was a thin, tanned sheath, covering full, hard, gorgeous
muscles.  As he fucked Wyatt, Chance pinched little finger-fuls of
paper-thin flesh, marveling at his coach's level of conditioning.  He had
to get his body like this, he thought, as Wyatt's muscular perfection
inflamed his fucking.

And there, bouncing with abandon in front of him, was Wyatt's cock.  Hard
as fuck, it was still sheathed entirely in foreskin; his mouth-watering
nipple of foreskin still wouldn't allow the head to be seen, as achingly
hard as it was.  Fuck did that turn Chance on.  It was mesmerizing to watch
it bobble as he pumped away.  Wyatt's dick was thicker than Chance's own,
and longer, and so much more luscious-looking.  And those big juicy balls,
jostling around in their furry man-sac.  Chance pumped away, transfixed.
He wanted to reach out and fondle that meat, bend down and kiss it, give it
the lustful adoration it deserved, but he had sworn he could make Coach cum
with no genital-play.  So, that luscious prized would just have to wait for
later.

Wyatt, meanwhile, could feel his own cock, swollen and ripe, ready to
burst.  God he loved being a man, being able to enjoy all the myriad
sensations of bodily arousal during hot, steamy sex with another
hard-bodied stud.  For Wyatt, this was what it was all about, exploring the
limits of male passion and sensuality - hard muscles, tight asses, hot
cocks, and wave after wave of thick, spurting cum.  Chance's stiff young
prick kept bouncing Wyatt's ass with wonderfully merciless abandon; it was
like a live, chugging thing; a thick, meaty engine, throbbing with a force
all its own.  As he worked it, the young hunk's big, tender hands explored
his coach's tantalizing body.  Wyatt closed his eyes and drifted over the
edge again, feeling the quintessentially masculine pleasure of another load
building.  As his grateful ass rode Chance's hard, thick, pistoning cock,
Wyatt was suddenly seized with the vision of his young student about an
hour earlier, muscles bulging and dick straining in that skimpy jock.
Fuck, was he gorgeous; he'd be beating his meat to that memory for a long
time to come.  In fact, that erotic image, combined with the young boy's
masterful fuck, was all he needed to start him spurting.

"AW FUCK!" he screamed, and his own thick cock sprayed man-juice all over
Chance's taut chest and abs.

 Chance grinned and scooped up some cum as he kept up his ass-busting ride.
He licked his fingers clean as Wyatt gazed up in joy.  Chance scooped up
more and fed his fingers to the older muscle-stud.  Soon they heard voices
- it was Reed and Jesse entering Wyatt's room, laughing, stroking each
other's dicks.

"What was all that shouting we heard?" Reed asked laughingly.  "You guys
OK?  We thought maybe someone was hurt!"

Chance looked up, smiling broadly, anxious to show off his hard young body
as it threw such a fine, athletic fuck to his idol.  He noticed Reed's and
Jesse's dicks were wet and glistening as they stroked them.  It was a night
for man-love, a night of wondrous abandon in this beautifully appointed
male pleasure-zone.  The thought warmed Chance.  He lifted Wyatt's ass so
he could penetrate even deeper.

Jesse came over and straddled Wyatt's shoulders' feeding his lover his
hardening cock.  This meant his sweet ass was right in front of Chance's
face; the young jock wasted no time: he put a hand on either cheek and dug
in, loving to hear the low, guttural grunt of pleasure from the blonde
hottie.  A few seconds later, Chance gave out with his own country-boy
whoop of pleasure as he felt Reed's tongue snake into his ass.  The two
lapping tongues, Wyatt's slurpy suck, and Chance's wet dick plunging in and
out of Wyatt's tight ass made an incredible soundtrack of masculine desire.

"Aw fuck!" Chance cried.  "You guys, this is just so fuckin' fine!  Damn,
it's like a fuckin' dream."

"Don't wake me, stud," Reed said, then got back to lapping his lover's ass.

Wyatt took his mouth off his lover's luscious cock long enough to cry
hoarsely, "Fuck son, don't you ever cum?  Not that I'm hurryin' ya, boy.
Haven't had a ride this good since that time Jesse and one of his models
double-dicked me after a photo shoot."

"Hold that thought, lover," Jesse cooed.  "When Chance shoots, Reed and I
will try to re-enact that scene."

"Bring it on!" Wyatt yelled.  "My ass is primed for action tonight!"

Chance was in heaven.  He felt now at the center of his new world, this
world of wonderfully satisfying male sex, the sex he was born for.

Reed, anxious as hell to fuck Wyatt with the feel of Jesse's sweet dick
rubbing against his own, sped up his rim job and took Chance's smooth
ballsac in his hand and jiggled his big balls sensuously.

"OH YEAH, REED!  Tongue that ass and play with those nuts!  Shit, is this
ever sweet!"

The machine of male desire hummed along.  Everything was hard, wet cocks,
slurping tongues, pleasured holes, hungry mouths.

"Fuck, Wyatt," Chance panted now, almost spent, "you ready for a nice hot
load of jock-juice?"

"You know it, dude.  Shoot your fine-ass wrestler cream right in me,
Chance, so these two hotties have some lube to slide their dicks into this
tight stud ass of mine!"

A few more deep thrusts, made exquisite by Reed's snaking tongue and
delicate fingers, and Chance came - four, five, six spurts of thick, hot
boy-spunk filling Wyatt's well-fucked ass.  Chance fell off Wyatt in
exhaustion.  Reed and Jesse didn't miss a beat: both hard as hell in
anticipation, Jesse worked his body under his blissful lover, slid his dick
in, and Wyatt, his ass tingling wonderfully, started slowly riding him.

"Come on, Reed," Jesse beckoned, "join the fun!"

Reed faced Wyatt, kissed that sexy, mature athlete hard and deep, and
worked his hard cock slowly but surely into Wyatt's tight hole.

"OH SHIT, is this ever nice," he cried, the feel of Jesse's hard cock
against the underside of his own dick being incredible.

The two stiff pricks worked out a rhythm all on their own.  Wyatt,
kneeling, held his gorgeous frame up.  He and Reed began kissing and
tonguing each other as Wyatt rode those two fine cocks.  Reed would thrust
in, and Jesse would pull out, whipsawing each other's hard cocks with
joyous abandon.  Reed loved the feel of their balls pressing together, of
tip brushing against tip on every thrust, of the tightly stretched hole of
Wyatt pressing down on them.  Chance, meanwhile, just lay back, stroking
himself to hardness while he watched this incredibly hot action.  He
especially liked to watch that fine, ripped physique of his coach, now
friend and fuck-buddy, ripple and flex as it moved.  He moved in to make
the kissing and tonguing between Reed and Wyatt a three-way scene.  He was
so ecstatically happy.  It was like he could see his future as a lusty man
shining brilliantly ahead of him.

He drew back to smile at his lover and his friend, and whispered, "This is
just so fine," then knelt down to pleasure his coach's hard, flesh-cowled
cock.  At first he just kissed and nipped at that wonderful nipple of
foreskin hanging over the tip.  He played with the balls as he worked his
mouth and teeth and tongue over it.  Then, as the precum started oozing, he
took the whole member in his mouth.

"Oh yeah, son," Wyatt purred roughly, "you make a dude feel so damn good.
Work that stud cock, son.  I got a fine-ass load churnin' up for ya."

Chance sucked Wyatt off, turned on by the close-up view of those two dicks
ramming Wyatt's hairy ass.  His own dick was hard as hell now, but he
sucked on happily, giddy on the knowledge that there were so many ways to
get off tonight.

As Wyatt bounced roughly on the double-dick action beneath him, Jesse and
Reed started panting.  Chance reached down and tickled both their
ball-sacs, which turned their pants into deep, soft moans.  He knew they
were close to cumming.  His tongue was digging under Wyatt's awesome
foreskin as his free hand jacked that massive tool.  Damn, he laughed to
himself, sex is so fuckin' great!  Reed's and Jesse's balls were
beautifully hard and tight now, a sign they would spurt any second.  Sure
enough, with a deep cry from his gut, Jesse came, and then Reed.  The feel
of two hard dicks jizzing up his ass (not to mention his young student's
hungry mouth on his cock) caused Wyatt's balls to empty another load into
Chance's grateful mouth.  Spent again, they all fell back on each other.

They rested for a bit, laughing at the sheer audacious wonderfulness of the
evening.  Both couples were so immensely turned on by the others.  They
wanted evening after evening of this, but none dared confess such wanton
desires yet.

Jesse was the first to rise.

"Why don't you show Chance and Reed our room, Wyatt?  You guys'll spend the
night, no?"

Chance shot a glance at Reed who was eagerly nodding, and started to say,
"Hell yeah," but then stopped.  "Wait, shit, no, we can't!"

He stared at Wyatt as if caught on the horns of a true dilemma, "Curfew,
Coach.  I'm a wrestler.  If they should see I'm not in my room - "

"They'll tell your coach," Wyatt laughed in that low, sexy rasping voice of
his, "who will already know all about it, son.  In fact," he added as he
stroked Chance's beautiful cock, "it's that very coach who is right now
begging you to stay the night!"

Chance laughed and turned to Reed, "Can't disobey Coach!"  And he flipped
around so he and Wyatt could 69 those cocks that fascinated each other so.

While those two lapped away at thick, randy meat, Jesse called, "Reed, come
on and help me get some drinks and snacks.  I think we could all use some
refreshments."

As he and Reed left the gym, Jesse added, "If you guys can tear yourselves
away from each other, we'll meet you in the bedroom with some wine and
cheese."  Laughing, he pulled Reed out by his torpedo-shaped prick,
stroking it as they made their way to the kitchen, Jesse's hungry hole
ready for another fuck from that gorgeous piece of tan, uncut meat.

Wyatt and Chance continued to kiss and lick and suck each other.  But this
was just light, cool-down dick-play.  They knew another hot session would
happen before bed, and they had both decided to gauge themselves for the
big event.

Wyatt pulled off and said, "C'mon, stud, let's take a shower."

Chance smiled at him, and Wyatt bent down and kissed him.  "Yer givin' me a
great gift, Chance.  Not sure if you know that.  Can't tell you how much I
fiend fer a young stud like you.  No," he added, as he kissed those
gorgeous lips again, "not someone like you.  Just you.  You're fucking
incredible."

"Aw shit, Wyatt.  You don't know.  I only found out I was gay a few days
ago, thanks to Reed.  I love the shit outta that guy.  Fuck, I could easily
see spendin' my life with him.  But I wanna make up for lost time.  I don't
know how you feel, but I sure as hell could stand a whole lot more
love-makin' with you.  If yer cool with that.  Yer about as hot as they
come, man."

Wyatt was ecstatic.  "Damn, Chance.  You read my mind."  He was stroking
his young wrestler's cock with slow, smoldering passion now.  "Jesse's
everything I want, too, in a lover, but fuck, Chance, I guess no man is
enough for the sex-drive I got.  Jess is fine with me cattin' around, and I
do my share of hot numbers, believe me.  But what I really want is a steady
dose of fucking with a young, hot, athletic hard-body.  With you, Chance,
the hottest, hardest young stud I ever coached.  Shit, boy, I'd make it
worth yer while.  I'd get that body in even better shape."

"Damn, Wyatt," Chance lit up, his hard dick giving him a burst of energy,
"that's exactly what I want!  I'm in good shape, but I wanna be like you -
in great shape."

"We can do it together, stud.  Plus, have the fucking time of our lives."
Precum was oozing from both their dicks now; they luxuriated in this taut
level of male arousal.  "And we'd both go home hotter, happier lovers for
our guys."

They kissed, sealing the deal.

The shower they took was wonderful.  Wyatt and Jesse had a huge modern
bath, with stone tiles on the floor, walls, and ceiling.  The walk-in
shower took up about half the bathroom.  You stepped in, turned on the
jets, and there was enough room for at least two guys comfortably.  Soon
soapy hands began to burnish beautifully cut physiques.  Nipples were
harder than stone, assholes were fingered with delight, and cocks were
stroked with pure deliciousness.  They kissed each other as the spray
steamed down and their ducks erupted.

They dried themselves, kissed again, and frisked to the bedroom.  Jesse and
Reed had the place candle-lit to a sexy glow.  Incense filled their
nostrils and made their heads swim.  Chance could smell pot, and knew Reed
and Jesse had done a few bowls.  The floor-to-ceiling windows were painted
in black ink.  This was the river side of the loft, so no lights were
visible outside, just some ambient moon-glow.

The bed was enormous.  It must have been custom-made, Chance thought.
There, in a pile of quilts and silks, Reed and Jesse were lying back,
sipping wine, kissing, and stroking themselves hard.

"Have some wine, you two," Jesse purred, pointing to the tray on the
nightstand.

As he drank, Wyatt sat next to his lover, kissed him, then took over the
dick-stroking from Reed, who was only too eager to curl up next to his
young cowboy.

As Wyatt played with Jesse, he began to haltingly (cause he wasn't sure how
either Jesse or Reed would react) to breach his idea: training Chance
one-on-one three afternoons a week for the rest of the school year, to get
him into good enough shape to compete at the most elite levels in college
wrestling.

"I want to work him hard, very very hard.  I want to make Chance bigger,
quicker, smarter, and stronger."  And now he turned to Chance, still
stroking his lover, "You do what I say, Chance, and you'll win nationals
for sure next year, and if we keep up the training, I think you got a damn
good shot at the Olympics in two."

 "There's only one thing," Wyatt went on, looking at all three of them
frankly now, knowing this was the moment of truth, and not shying from it.
"When I train as hard as we're going to train, you better believe, I work
up a massive load of cum, and I go nuts if I don't shoot right away.  And
Jesse, Reed: I won't lie, workin' out with a prime stud like Chance here, I
sure as hell don't plan on jerkin' myself off in the shower.  I expect
we'll train hard, and then afterwards, we'll fuck hard.  There on the mat,
in the showers, or the couch on my office."  He turned to his lover and
then to Chance's: "I don't want either o' you boys gettin' jealous,
understand?  This'd be purely physical, just pure bodily release."

Chance was ecstatic; he couldn't have planned a better scenario that
answered both his deepest needs - for athletic perfection and sexual
release.  His cock rose uncontrollably hard at the thought of all that
one-on-one time with the sexiest stud he'd ever seen.  His mind immediately
drifted back to his study of ancient Greek culture.  Back then, hard-core
sexual affairs often began in the army, where an older male was supposed to
help a younger one become a good soldier, the training getting sexually
intimate in just the way Chance wanted.  Or they began in the gymnasium, of
course, where training and education were also involved.  The younger man
sought out an older lover in his prime to help him receive a complete male
education.  And Wyatt was certainly in his fucking prime.  Damn, let the
training begin!  He hoped both his lover and Jesse would be cool with this.

He looked longingly at Reed, "Damn, Reed, I would really like this.  I feel
I could be a champion wrestler, with intense training from someone as good
as Wyatt.  And about the sex," and here his voice got soft and shy, "it's
true, man.  I feel the same way.  I always gotta shoot after practice or it
builds up somethin' awful.  Wyatt's right, it's just release, it's just
sport fucking."

Reed looked at Jesse and cocked a eyebrow sexily, "I'm cool with it, Jess,
how about you?  And as for you, lover-boy," he grabbed Chance's cock in his
hand and stroked it lasciviously, "between all the sex we'll be havin', and
now Wyatt wearin' your ass out three days a week, I won't be worryin' about
you playing around with other boys.  And besides," he raked his eyes up and
down Jesse's gorgeous naked beauty, "maybe Jesse and I can form a little
club of our own, the Wrestler Widows' Mutual Consolation Society.  We can
take up knitting or something."

Jesse laughed and reached in to give Reed's thick, tan dick a nice slow
stroke.  "Yeah, 'something,' that's for sure.  Tell you what, Reed, change
the name to 'Mutual Masturbation Society,' and you can sign me up."

Reed kissed him sensuously, hand stroking that beautifully smooth cock.

Wyatt was hard and wired as hell to again fuck the best-looking young stud
he'd ever coached, to celebrate a coach's dream.  "All right!  It's
settled.  Maybe we should kinda pair off now, so's Chance and I can start
laying out the groundwork of our training regimen."

"Good idea," Jesse said, still stroking Reed's now-dripping beauty, "Reed
and I need to draft our by-laws.  You boys take that side of the bed!"

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