Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:44:59 -0700
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay Str8 Alliance 2 (gay/high school)

The Gay-Straight Alliance, part 2
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

Luke's last class ended at 2:45.  By 2:52, Luke & Matt were in the front
seat of Luke's truck, doing their first bowl.  By 3:01, having finished two
bowls of some very fine weed, they were sauntering up to their girlfriends,
who were waiting with their friend Sarah outside the GSA office.

Sarah hugged the two boys as soon as she saw them.

"Thanks, you guys!  It's so cool of you to do this!  It means so much to me
for you boys to be here for me!"

"It's cool, Sarah," Luke smiled, his buzz coming on nicely.  "Happy to
help.  This'll definitely be a unique experience.  I'm hopin' it's a chill
scene in there."

Luke's eyes were all over the room as they all entered.  He noticed a lot
of dudes' eyes get wide and lots of talking start as son as people saw Matt
and him and their girlfriends.  That's cool, he thought.  The GSA office
was obviously an old classroom at one time.  The students' desks were all
gone, and now there were old overstuffed couches and love seats and reading
chairs scattered throughout the space, several end tables here and there
with books and magazines on them, a teacher's desk in front, file cabinets,
and lots of posters all over the room - some with information about condoms
and safe sex, some with help-line phone numbers, but most with pictures of
incredibly hot-looking men and women, some wearing hot clothes, some
wearing next to nothing.  There were two posters in particular -
high-quality, dick-hardening beefcake of bare-chested muscle-dudes - which
Luke wouldn't have minded hanging in his bedroom (except he knew that when
his boys came to hang out, they'd look at him funny for having shit like
that on his walls; too bad cause that shit was hot as fuck).

Sarah and their girlfriends ran off to join the group of young girls
concentrated in one corner of the room.  The rest of the room was dotted
with groups of boys of various sorts.  The dudes, Luke quickly noticed,
outnumbered the girls by about three to one, which was just fine with him,
as he was much more interested in checking them out, curious to see what
kind of dude showed up to one of these meetings.  And he was very impressed
by what he saw.  His friend Matt had been wrong - there were lots of fit,
hot-looking guys there, many of whom seemed straight.

There was one guy, Logan Dell, Luke was especially glad to see.  Logan
played some sport - Track? Swimming? Something - and was not only
good-looking as hell, but from having him in a few classes, Luke knew he
was a very cool dude: smart, funny, friendly, lots of energy, he just
seemed interesting.  Not to mention straight as hell; it was very hard to
believe Logan Dell was gay.  There were quite a few other handsome,
athletic-looking guys clustered around in groups, along with some goth kids
in eyeliner and dyed hair and black clothes, some of whom, Luke had to
admit, were either kinda cute or just downright hot, and, yes, Harrison
Stevens and his crowd of slightly built, very effeminate-acting boys (guys
who, unlike his friend Matt apparently, Luke had no problem with - hell,
Harrison had a very witty sense of humor; he always cracked Luke up when he
made his outrageously sarcastic remarks).

He was almost immediately glad he came.  It felt so cool to be among a
bunch of hot-looking dudes, most of whom, probably, were gay.  Plus, he
definitely enjoyed getting his own private gay on, boy-watching like this.
He couldn't help but notice he and Matt were attracting a lot of stares,
mostly from the guys there, but also from some of the girls.  He noticed a
couple of people (Logan Dell was one) point to them both and whisper to a
friend.  Luke smiled inside as he wondered what they were whispering - was
it "Awesome to see two straight jock studs like Luke Brant and Matt Riley
show up here"? or was it "Damn, is Luke Brant GAY?"  If it was the latter,
that was cool.  He didn't mind people thinking that, it gave him a little
air of mystery.  Besides, these dudes would know soon enough what his real
sexuality was!  He'd make sure to make that fact pretty damn obvious before
too long.

Plus, it was just hot as hell showing off in front of these gay dudes.
Luke knew he was hot, and he tried to dress to show off his body as best he
could.  He kept his hair buzzed short, cause he thought it looked Euro-porn
hot.  And he kept a little sparse four-or-five day growth of beard unshaved
on his chin, cause he'd seen guys on his gay fratboy and sk8rboi sites with
that look, which he found very hot (and Janie always loved it when his
scratchy little chin-patch tickled her thighs as he ate her out).  To show
off his cut upper body, he wore either very tight T's (he had a nice tight
white one on today) or old, faded, oxford-cloth button-downs with the top
two or three buttons open, so you could see a nice flash of his
deeply-carved pecs, and the sleeves rolled way up, so his guns could be
ogled.  Beat-to-shit old boat shoes with no socks, ever - cause he loved
kicking his shoes off and flaunting those big, sexy, bony feet of his, with
those nice, long, suckable (to probably everyone but his girlfriend) toes.

And he never ever wore underwear; he was blessed with a long, thick cock
and he wanted to show it off.  For pants, he never wore anything except one
of the pairs of tight, faded jeans he owned.  He'd developed whatever
fashion sense he had from the hot gay-muscle porn sites he'd studied the
past couple years, and so he definitely knew one of the hottest looks for a
dude - at least, it sure got him hot - was tight denim with a big thick
cock outlined underneath.  So that was his permanent look.  It always got
him so hot during the day at school when he'd notice girls and guys just
staring at that long, thick, very visible log he was packing.  He was a hot
jock flirt, no doubt.  And why the fuck not?  After all, he was trying to
make this thing with Janie work, but it was pretty much on life support
right now, so he saw nothing wrong with advertising himself to any other
chicks who might have a mind to play with a hot football stud.  Not to
mention how much he loved being a cock-tease to any dudes who might have a
thing for hot, thick boy-meat.

Speaking of which, he decided to get up and casually stroll about the room,
checking stuff out, so guys could stare all they wanted.  On one of the
tables was a stack of what he could tell were gay stroke mags, the ones he
could see featuring some outrageously hot dudes on the cover.  He pretended
not to notice them, but he sure as fuck wished he was alone so he could
pore through them and beat off.  Every once in a while as he moseyed around
the room, he'd glance up to see if anyone was checking him out.  He was
pleased to see someone always was.  Looking up like that also allowed him
to check out the other guys, trying to appear super-casual as he did.  Yep,
there sure were some hot boys here.

But of all the fine male eye-candy in the room, it was Logan Dell his eyes
kept going back to.  Logan was sitting next to a good-looking guy, and the
two of them were talking and laughing, really into their conversation.
Every once in a while, one of them would touch the other or slap the other
on the thigh, shit like that.  At one point, Logan put his hand on his
friend's thigh and just held it there as he went on talking, something Luke
thought was very cool for two dudes to do - guys are too hung-up about
physical contact, afraid of being thought gay probably, so it was sweet to
see two straight studs like Logan and his friend comfortable with their
bodies.

As he strolled, he kept glancing over at Logan.  Logan just smiled when he
caught Luke's eye, which caused Luke to look away, flustered, or pretend he
was looking at something else.  But damn, was that boy ever built!  Not as
bulky as Luke himself - he estimated he had about fifty pounds on the dude
- but lithe and lean, sexy as hell.  The dude had on a very tight, thin
Henley, all buttons open, so you could see lots of definition (not to
mention - very hot! - the tips of his hard little nips).  He was wearing
oh-so-tight jeans, too, like Luke, except Logan must be wearing underwear
cause it was a strain to make out what he was packing.  Logan wore his
jeans rolled up to just below the knees, a look that ordinarily Luke would
have found silly as fuck, but on Logan it looked hot as hell, mainly
because he had truly awesome calves: Luke did endless amounts of calf
raises, along with running and cycling, but he couldn't get that huge,
luscious, bulge in his calf muscle that Logan had, which Luke thought
looked so fucking sexy on a guy.  His hair was dirty blonde.  It was
shoulder-length, Luke knew, from seeing him around school, but today he had
it pulled back in a ponytail - very hot, especially cause there were little
wisps of hair that hung around his face, which Luke found tantalizing.  A
quick thought passed through his fevered mind: necking with Logan Dell,
kissing him like crazy, and toying with those sexy little wisps of hair.
Fuck, dude, he laughed to himself, you are high and horny as hell from that
pot!  He went back over to Matt to chill a little.

As he sat down, he turned to his friend and whispered.

"Dude, you wuz wrong.  There's some pretty cool-looking guys here.  And
there's other straight guys, too.  Logan Dell's here, and he ain't gay."

"How the fuck do you know?" Matt asked.

"Dude, are you serious??!!  Logan Fucking Dell??!! Gay??!!" was all Luke
could stammer.

Harrison Stevens now walked over to the desk, on which there were a couple
of boxes, and gave out with a loud, "OK, kids, time to start!"  Apparently
he was the president of the alliance, or whatever the head of the student
group was called.  But before he could say anything else, the door to the
room opened and in walked two really hot-looking boys who Luke recognized
as being on the wrestling team.

"Sorry!" they called.  They went and sat by Logan and his friend, and the
four boys hugged and kissed and stroked each other sexily, which sort of
clued Luke in that he'd been wrong about Logan's sexual orientation.
Nevertheless, Luke thought it was outrageously hot, seeing really fit,
jock-type guys being that sexy and intimate with each other.  His dick
throbbed involuntarily at the hot scene.  Plus, he was now even more
interested in Logan Dell, now that he knew such a straight-seeming,
incredibly attractive guy was gay.

"Oooookay," he whispered to Matt, "my bad on Logan Dell not being gay.  But
still, he's a cool dude."

"Damn," Matt whispered excitedly, talking about those two boys who came in
late, "did you know Tony Evans and Derrick Sharper were gay?  Fuck!  That
is wild as hell.  I thought they were like the macho-stud wrestlers of all
time.  But I guess wrestling, as a sport, definitely has that gay sort of
vibe, right?  Not like football, which is like totally rugged, he-man,
hard-core male."

"Dude," Luke answered, "get a clue.  There's probably a lot of guys on our
team that are gay, or bi.  It's, like, not THAT unusual."

Luke just sat back, buzzed as hell.  He was so damn happy Janie and Allison
had forced them to come to this.  The pot he'd smoked had way kicked in,
and he was totally charged up, in a kind of sexy sort of body-rush, to be
in this space with a bunch of really hot-looking athletes who were into
guys.  He couldn't exactly explain why it was such a turn-on, but he could
just feel the blood flowing to his already-thick cock.

He tried to be as cool as his pot-laced mind allowed, not trying to seem
like he was staring, but he couldn't keep his gaze away from those dudes
sitting over by Logan.  He was undressing them all in his mind, his brain
awash with images of these hot young jocks, naked, totally buff, doing all
sorts of hot, nasty shit to each other in some kind of wild locker-room
orgy.  Damn, was he ever getting hard, thinking about these sleek young
muscle-studs sucking each other's cocks and kissing and fucking and
worshipping each other's hot, ripe young bodies.  He pictured himself in
the scene, letting his inhibitions go, rolling on the floor with all these
hot naked dudes, fingering one guy's tight little hole, sucking Logan
Dell's cock like a madman while the blonde stud played with Luke's own
hard, dripping cock.  He actually moaned a little as he thought about
random hands playing over his muscles, his ass, tweaking his nipples.  He
glanced down to see his thick, jutting hard-on, very apparent, straining
like hell against his tight jeans.  Shit, he thought, if he gets a precum
stain is he ever busted.  He focused on Harrison Stevens, who'd started
speaking again.

"OK, OK.  Let's do about ten more minutes of checking in, catching up.  And
don't be shy, feel free to mix and talk to the other boys and girls.
Especially, [and here Harrison shot a very pointed glance at Matt and Luke]
the new faces.  And, my, what faces!  Then we'll move on to the subject of
our meeting today, which is, if you don't remember or don't know, sex toys.
We have cock rings for guys and strap-on's for girls.  [Lots of tittering
and buzz from the crowd.  Matt turned to Luke with a face of stark terror,
mouthing "What the fuck!!??"]  OK, OK, I see we're all a little excited.
Don't worry, you won't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but
take it from me, toys can add a whole new level of fun to your, shall we
say, romance.  So we figured at the beginning of the year that we should do
a session on them.  OK, talk amongst yourselves.  Back in ten."

"Cock rings!" Matt cried under his breath, in a disgust mixed with
disbelief.  "Dude, I am so outta here!"

"Chill, dude.  I've read about them.  Lotsa guys, gay and straight, use
them.  You might learn something today, asshole.  They're supposed to make
your sex life a whole lot hotter."

Luke was now amped as shit.  Some of the hottest porn he'd seen featured
guys wearing metal or leather rings around the base of their dicks.  Fuck,
did those pix ever get him off - almost as much as the ones showing guys
with piercings on their cocks.  Not to mention the girls over there were
gonna mess around with strap-on's?  How fucking hot was that!?  He could
just imagine his hot little girlfriend, with a fake cock strapped, plowing
his ass, all dominatrix-style, and talking real dirty.  Aw fuck, this could
be just the thing he and Janie needed in their sex life!

Matt just shook his head, moaning about what a fucking mistake this was.

Luke spied Logan Dell walking out of the room, and like there was some kind
of magnetic pull, he too was up and on his feet.

"Courage, dawg," he grabbed Matt's shoulder in a manly grip before he left,
"we'll get through this, I swear!"

Once out the door, he glanced right, then left, and saw Logan walking
towards the drinking fountain.

Luke decided he was thirsty, too, so he followed the hot boy.  As Logan
strode down the hall towards the fountain, Luke drank in the sight of that
very sexy boy from the back.  Strong shoulders, narrow waist, and what a
hot, firm ass, hard glutes working as he walked, mesmerizing in those tight
jeans.  Then, standing tall, there at the fountain, as he filled up his
plastic water bottle, head slung back, looking so hot with that pony tail,
which gave his high school jock look a kind of exotic edge.  Luke wondered
how he would look with long hair, pulled back like that.  Fuck, he might
just grow his out this summer.

Shit, Luke could see how a boy could be totally attracted to this dude.  He
just seemed to radiate a kind of hot, masculine sexual aura, a kind of
magnetism that Luke found totally overpowering.  Logan stretched his body,
working and flexing his muscles, as he waited for his bottle to fill.
That's just the kind of thing I do, Luke thought, smiling, stretch and flex
whenever I can.  It's the mark of a fit dude.

Luke slowed his progress toward the fountain so he could study Logan longer
without the boy noticing him: the dude bent his left leg forward, stretched
the right one out, and arched his back, which really showed off that
incredibly flat stomach and that perfectly curved butt.  Damn, Luke thought
again, dude is a definite hottie.  Bet all the gay boys would like a taste
of that.  Luke flushed as he felt his own hefty cock thicken and harden.

He stopped and leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving this awesome
dude.  Luke felt really good that he could so frankly appreciate male
beauty, that he didn't have to front like the other straight jocks he knew
did, pretending they weren't into how hot other dudes looked.  Ashamed of
seeming gay, obviously; but Luke knew it wasn't a gay thing at all - it was
just admiring beauty.  Hot young dudes like Logan Dell (and shit, himself
for that matter) should get you hard, it didn't mean anything except you
could appreciate a fine-ass physique, that you knew male eroticism when you
saw it.  He really wondered what this Dell dude's dick looked like cause he
really seemed to be packing serious meat.  Even though his dick wasn't
traceable in his jeans, like Luke's was, you could tell there was a very
good-sized package bulging in there.

The boy's bottle was filled, so Luke continued on to the fountain.

"Hey, dude!" Logan said excitedly, when he turned and saw Luke.  He gave
him the bro handshake - and did he hold it a second or two too long, Luke
wondered, excitedly?  "Fuckin' Luke Brant, sports god of the school!  It's
so damn cool you're here, dude!"

"Logan, hey man.  How ya doin'.  Don't think we've ever really met before,
but you've been in a lot of my classes, and I've seen you around.  It was
cool to see YOU here, dawg.  Didn't know you was gay."

"What can I say?" Logan smiled.  "But I knew you were straight.  You and
Janie Reed are like THE couple.  Damn, I never would have predicted you'd
come to one of our meetings.  It's awesome.  We've been talking about you
from the moment you and your bud walked in."

Logan didn't want to tell Luke all they'd been saying about him, mostly
comments about that outrageously hot cock he and his boys always noticed,
and his sexy build and gorgeous ass.

"Janie and her friend Allison wanted to come, to be with one of their
friends from the cheer squad who's just come out lesbian.  So they asked
Matt and I to tag along.  It's way cool so far.  Cool to see so many gay
dudes.  You guys all seem so cool and all."

Luke realized he was high, horny, and blathering on.  Shit, Logan was
making him nervous as hell; he felt like a goofy, tongue-tied,
hormone-raging teen on his first date.  But he couldn't help it; it was so
damn exciting being up close and personal with this hot gay stud.

"I don't think we've ever really had a straight guy come to a meeting so
far the whole year," Logan went on, as they walked back toward the GSA
room.  "Some 'alliance,' huh, without any allies?"

"Well, it's the straight dudes' loss if they don't want to make the effort.
Seems like there's a lot of cool shit going on in there."

What the fuck did THAT mean, Luke wondered, flustered at himself, but
wanting to keep up conversation with this majorly hot dude.

They got back in the room, and instead of sitting back down with Matt, Luke
followed Logan over to a vacant love-seat so they could continue talking.
Matt would be pissed, leaving him hanging, but what the fuck.

Logan was looking over at the girls, chattering away in a tight circle.
"Yeah, dude, your girlfriend's waaayyyy hot.  You're lucky.  Sex with you
two must be awesome, you're both so fucking gorgeous."

Luke's cock throbbed involuntarily, hearing Logan Dell call him gorgeous.
Fuck, did he ever want to tell this dude what he thought of him.  Shit, was
he ever hot.  He had these light-blue, crystalline eyes, covered with the
sexiest blonde lashes.  Luke was fighting an overwhelming urge to just take
this stud in his arms.  But to make conversation, he seized on Logan's
comment about Janie.

"So," Luke said, "that's interesting.  A gay dude can appreciate how
smoking-hot a chick looks?  I didn't think you dudes found girls hot at
all.  I thought that was why you were gay."

"OH PLEASE!" Logan laughed.  "Just cause I'm gay doesn't mean I'm not aware
of what makes a girl hot!  I bet just cause you're straight, that doesn't
mean you can't appreciate how hot some guys look!  I bet you've got a very
good idea of what makes guys hot, right?"

Luke blushed and laughed meekly, looking down.

"Busted!" Logan shouted, giving Luke a friendly punch in the arm.  "I bet
you check out hot guys all the time, right?  It's only natural, dawg!"

Luke got more crimson and looked up, a little relieved his secret was out,
as harmless as that secret was.

"Cool!" Logan said.  "OK, so tell me: which dudes in here do you think are
hot?  I wanna know your taste in guys."

"OK," Luke laughed, really getting into this.  How cool to be able to rate
hot boys with this fine-ass gay stud.  It made him feel sexy as hell, like
a real player.  "My boy Matt is a stud.  Not the handsomest dude around,
but definitely easy on the eyes.  And a great fucking body, all hard-packed
beef.  [He lowered his voice and leaned into Logan, daring to put a hand
lightly on his thigh.]  And hung like a fucking horse!"

"Check, Matt is a definite hottie.  Who else?"

"Well, Tony and Derrick, the dudes on the wrestling team I saw you talking
to earlier, they're both handsome as hell, plus they both have incredible
bodies.  Shit, though, let's admit it: all wrestlers are hot as fuck."

Now it was Logan's turn to get close and whisper: "Not to kiss and tell,
dude, but I've fooled around with both those boys and, fuck, are they ever
hot.  And speaking of cocks, I could suck on Tony's monster schlong all
fuckin' day.  Shit is it ever gorgeous - thick, long, uncut, veiny [and
here he let his long, sexy tongue play slowly, lusciously, over his top
lip]. Damn!"

"Dude!" Luke laughed, giddy as hell, hardly believing he was having this
conversation, but totally loving it, being even this close to actual
boy-on-boy sex, the idea of which he found so fucking hot.  "You are such a
fucking slut!"

"You got that right, bro!"

They fist bumped and grinned.

"OK, who else?" asked Logan, who loved being able to flirt with not just a
very hot straight boy but the school's star athlete.

"Besides you of course, dude," he added.  "You are clearly the hottest guy
in the room, but obviously too modest to say it, so I will."

"Thanks, dawg.  And backatcha, dude, cause pardon me for saying this, but
you are like amazingly good-looking and your body is, like incredible.
You're sexy as hell, dude.  Fuck," he added, looking down shyly again, "you
probably noticed me checking you out before the meeting started.  I mean,
what can I say, you're hot, dawg.  Plus, you sure as fuck know how to wear
clothes.  You're gonna have give me some pointers, take me out shopping."

"Look who's talking, Mr. I-Hope-You-Can-All-See-My-Cock-in-These-Jeans!
Talk about wearing clothes!  Dude, there's not a boy I know doesn't want a
nice big taste of what you're advertising all the time down there, packed
in that tight, sexy denim!"

They laughed again, Luke getting red again, but utterly carried away in the
thrill of this flirty talk.

"OK," Harrison said loudly, "time for the educational part of our meeting.
I've got two boxes up here.  One has a bunch of cock rings, the other a
bunch of strap-on dildos.  Come up in a minute and help yourselves.  But
first, raise your hands if, boys, you've ever used a cock ring before, and
girls, you've ever used a strap-on."

About half the hands in each group went up.

"Cool," said Harrison, "so let's pair up.  You kids who've never used a
toy, buddy up with someone who has.  Then show each other how they work,
and talk about how you use them.  Cause all of you should know about these.
Even for you straight boys, [and here he looked leeringly at Matt and then
over at Luke] - believe me, your girlfriends are gonna love having you
harder and bigger than ever.  And you straight girls, too, don't think
those dildos aren't for you.  I think you're gonna find your boyfriends are
gonna love a little ass-play to spice things up.  God knows I do!"

Logan, who was one of the boys whose hand was raised, quickly turned to
Luke.

"Wanna see how to use one?"

"Fuck, yeah!" Luke said, nervous, head-spinning, even a little terrified,
but utterly jazzed.  He didn't dare tell Logan about how many times he'd
daydreamed about using a cock ring while he stroked to pictures and vids of
hot studs wearing them.  He especially liked how hot it looked when guys
shaved and wore them - naked, hard-muscled dudes, smooth as fuck except for
that sexy ring of silver around the base of their long, thick pricks.
Fuck, was that ever a turn-on!

Logan walked to the desk, waited in line for a while, looked in and grabbed
something, then came back to their couch holding two rings in his hand, one
metal, one leather.

"Dude!"  Logan whispered as he sat down, pointing to the girls' corner of
the room.  "Check out your girlfriend!"

Janie was standing there, her jeans and white lace thong pulled down around
her ankles, while some gorgeous young girl with dark hair was fitting a
strap-on around her waist.  The glimpse of her tight tanned little ass was
enough to send a major lust-rush stabbing through Luke's groin, but the
sight of her there with a huge fake cock on was just hot as hell to Luke.
He realized he was so fucking at home in this space of hot, raw, hard-core
fetish-sex.  Shit, he had the body of a sexual animal, and now more than
ever he wanted the kind of sex that would let him really push his
muscle-jock body to the max.  Fuck, he wanted to get with Janie alone as
soon as possible, so she could use her new toy on his hot, hungry,
muscle-jock ass.

It was almost as if his thoughts were strong enough to be broadcast,
because then Logan whispered, shit-eating grin on his face, "How'd you like
to have her strap that on and fuck your hot little ass some time, straight
boy?"

"Lemme put it this way, dawg," Luke said, loving the lust-haze swirling
around him, "the thought is not at all unpleasant."

Then he turned to Logan to give him a little taste of his own medicine:
"Y'know, just cause I'm straight, dude, doesn't mean my ass ain't as
erogenous as yours, or whatever the fuck the term is for what gets you off.
Shit, I'm a dude - got the same equipment as you, pal!"

"Speaking of equipment, shuck those sexy-ass jeans of yours and let's
finally have a look at that famous Luke Brant phallus.  I'll show you how
to put one of these little guys on.  And believe me, your sex life is
definitely gonna take a major leap forward!"

For some reason, maybe cause his brain was on a weird sex auto-pilot, Luke
started by quickly taking of his shirt.

"Damn!" Logan said, in a low, sort of choked voice, impressed as hell with
the ripe, beautifully sculpted musculature Luke revealed.  It was sheer
perfection in a young male torso.  He gave Luke's chest a reverent little
brush with his fingers, the way you'd want to gingerly touch a holy relic.

"Fuck," he croaked, "are you ever hot, bro!  You sure you ain't at least
bi, cause dude, I gotta say. . . ."

"Eat your damn heart out, homo!  And now for the main event!"

Where was this shit coming from, Luke wondered, mind awhirl with the
awesome, slutty naughtiness of what he was doing, but unable to remember
when he'd ever had a hotter time.  This was just the kind of sexy-ass
flirting he'd always wished he and his boys could get into.  He kicked off
his boat shoes and shucked his jeans.  His huge, thick tool dangled
beautifully, all long and smooth and luscious.

Logan's eyes glazed over, and a harsh, breathless gasp burst out of him.
He wanted to push this stud down on the couch and go to work, licking and
sucking and kissing and lapping until this jock god filled his mouth with
wave after wave of thick, hot cream.  All he could do, though, was stare -
at the hottest, best built boy he'd ever seen - pure young sculpted muscle,
every inch; smooth and sensual; that insanely gorgeous body framing the
most mouth-watering piece of uncut boy-meat he'd ever seen.  He was
stunning.  He had to have this boy, impossible as it might seem; there was
just no doubt about it.  He wanted sex with Luke in a way that was painful,
that could bring tears to his eyes.  His lust was a hot, desperate yearning
that would either be fulfilled or consume him.

"Fuck, dude," he finally said, breathless, stunned, mouth just aching to
take that beautiful cock in and lavish on it every shred of desire that was
in him.  "Fuck."

He looked over to see if any of his friends were looking at this awesome
vision, too, and of course they all were.  Boys with pants down or halfway
down, others with cock rings in their extended hands, ready to fit them
onto eager teen pricks, some who were just sitting there, shy and
still-clothed - all of them had stopped short, so awed by the incredible
display of Luke Brant's naked beauty, the sheer sexual potency radiating
from that hot young body.  It was like a visit from a porn star.

Luke saw it, too, and he relished it.  He was comfortable as hell being
naked.  In the locker room, he was the guy who stayed naked the longest,
strolling around, shooting the shit with the other boys in order to show
off his fine-ass physique and man-sized prick.  A lot of other bys, he'd
noticed, were weird about being nude - they'd go from street clothes to
uniform in like ten seconds.  But not him.  And then, even when he'd
finally start to dress in his uniform, he'd put on just a jock and strut
around in that for the longest time, so he could show off his hot body in
another, almost equally sexy way, waistband so tight on his well-worked abs
it looked spray-painted on, and mesh pouch bulging obscenely with his huge
jock cock.  He couldn't see his ass, but he knew from all those pix he's
jacked to of muscle-dudes in jockstraps, that his very hot ass must look
hot as hell framed by those tight straps in back, his boy-crack looking so
damned inviting.

And here, too, he felt proud as fuck to flaunt his hot body; especially now
because he was flaunting it in front of all these boy-lovers, dudes who
could frankly, unabashedly fiend over every inch of his naked splendor.  It
was wonderful to see such voraciously sexual appreciation in their stares.
He was most excited, though, by the glazed-over, beautifully blue eyes of
Logan Dell, which were riveted to his hot jock cock.

"Dude," Luke smirked, loving the control he had over this gay stud.  "You
ever gonna show me how to put one of those things on?  Or are you just
gonna keep standing there, drooling over this hot teen prick?"

"Sorry, dawg, but you kinda take a guy's breath away.  OK, here's what you
do . . . ."  And with that, Logan pulled his own jeans down, revealing what
Luke thought was a very sexy pair of briefs, green camo-cloth and cut low,
showing a perfectly round, ripe, luscious ass and a what was surely a very
nice-sized cock bunched up in front.

"Nice briefs, dawg!" Luke said.  Then he let his hands graze over the boy's
firm butt, whispering, not minding at all that his long, dangling dick
brushed Logan's thigh.  "Nice ass, too, bro."

Logan looked up, smiled, arched an eyebrow, and said, "Careful, dude.
Wouldn't want you to go gay on us all of a sudden.  My ass has been known
to do that to straight boys."

"I can believe it," Luke smirked, "it's a hot fucking ass."  He continued,
boldly, to rub his hands over it.  Fuck if flirting with this sexy-ass gay
stud wasn't hot as fuck.

Then, in a quick flourish, Logan crouched, stripped his briefs down, and
stood up to display his own gorgeous cock - not quite as long as Luke's,
and a tad thinner, but a good six inches of sleek, sexy boy-meat.  Luke was
excited to see Logan was also uncut, and even though the boy's foreskin was
thinner than Luke's and didn't quite cover the whole head (Luke's thick
hood hung completely off the head and gathered in a nice little pucker of
flesh, which he thought looked very hot), it stretched teasingly over most
of the head, adding mouth-watering allure to what lay below it.  What was
even sexier was Logan shaved his pubes, so what you saw was all lean-carved
lower abs and that very tasty-looking fuckstick.  Now it was Luke's turn to
want to kneel and immediately service that awesome cock, even though he'd
never tasted dick before in his life.  Logan Dell's cock just ached to be
loved and nursed by his mouth.  He suddenly craved boy-meat like an
alcoholic craved a drink.

"OK, hottie," Logan said, "check this out.  Here's what you do.  Get your
sac through first, pull the back end up to the base, then carefully,
veeerrrry carefully, put your head and shaft through the ring.  The just
pull up, and presto, commence to fuckin'!"

As he spoke the directions, he demonstrated on himself.  Luke's eyes were
riveted on that very sexy show.  He wished he and Logan were in his
bedroom, naked like this, putting rings on each other, getting ready for a
night of hot, raunchy boy-sex.  He realized his own cock was getting hard,
so he took and deep breath and fought his wild desires, straining, willing
his hardness to stop.  He would be majorly embarrassed to let Logan think
he got hard from seeing another dude's dick.  He did not want his stud
cover blown.

"OK, stud.  Your turn.  Here, I brought over a leather snap-on one for you
cause these metal rings take a little getting used to.  But this will
definitely give you the feel."

Then Logan smiled sexily, like a cat, at the young football god standing
naked and gorgeous in front of him.

"Uhhhh, you want me to put it on you, bro?"

"No thanks, dude," Luke smiled back, "I think I can manage."

Fuck, he thought, that was dumb!  Why the fuck didn't you say yes?  Would
that ever have been hot!  Oh well, dawg, you blew it.

He took the ring from Logan, clasping the boy's hand warmly, softly,
lingeringily, which got a sexy, knowing smile from Logan.  Then he
unsnapped it, stretched it around the massive girth of his cock-root, under
his low-hanging ballsac, and fiddled with it until he snapped it closed.
It felt incredible, and it looked awesome!

Again, Logan could just stare at this glorious vision in front of him, this
hot teen all-American stud, cinched up and ready for some hard-core
rutting.  Luke was all smooth, beautifully defined muscle, with just a sexy
little puff of dark, nicely manscaped hair about a half-inch up from the
base of his dick.  And now the hot, hot accent of that studded leather ring
around that huge, fleshy, mouth-watering cock.  He imagined Luke in his
bedroom, ready for Logan's lips to work that gorgeous cock into long,
thick, saliva-sheened hardness.  And then this smoking-hot football stud
would lie back while Logan straddled those beautifully sculpted thighs and
lowered his ass deliciously onto that mammoth jock fuck-pole.  Fuck, was he
ever crushing on this boy!  Damn!

Logan shook off his hopeless reverie and explained to Luke the anatomical
physics behind a cock ring, along with the do's and don't's of using one.
He even gave a sort of 'greatest hits' rundown of some of the hottest
sessions he'd ever had using them.  The two boys were lost in each other's
bodies, each other's intimacy, each other's company.  They were absolutely
oblivious to what the others around them were doing.  Pulsating through
both boy's brains was the same unvoiced thought - how fucking much they
wanted to get the other in bed.  For Luke, especially - to whom Logan
represented his first really specific gay passion, not just all the ambient
lust he'd felt for all the hot boys he'd seen at school or on the internet
- the all-consuming desire for this beautifully bewitching, hot jock-stud
of a boy was leaving him weak-kneed.

Soon, Harrison's loud, nasally voice again interrupted the proceedings.
Luke turned to the sound and noticed an embarrassed-looking Matt sitting,
still clothed, with Harrison, naked, in front of him.  Luke smiled to
realize that Harrison must have paired up with his shy, uncomfortable
team-mate when the sex toy demo started.  He could just picture how it
happened - Matt had probably made no move to buddy up with another dude in
order to learn how to use a cock ring, so Harrison must have jumped at the
chance to glom onto the straight, beefy stud.  Harrison, Luke noticed, had
a skinny but very nicely defined body and, believe it or not, a huge
fucking prick!  Fuck, Luke laughed to himself, Matt must have gone apeshit.
For Luke, though, this had been one of the hottest, most amazing hours he'd
ever spent.

Harrison announced that next week's meeting would cover oral sex, for both
boys and girls, and Luke immediately made plans to attend - fuck however
Matt felt about it.  He was interested in learning how to suck a dude's
cock.  And fuck!  If he could buddy up with Logan Dell again for that one!

The guys and girls took off their toys, returned them to the boxes, and put
back on whatever clothes they'd taken off.  A vibrant energetic wave of
excited pleasure crackled throughout the room.  Everyone (except Matt) had
enjoyed this opportunity for a taste of hot, sexy fun in an otherwise drab
school day.

As Luke slipped his feet into his boat shoes, Logan turned to him and put
his hand out.  They shook hands warmly, looked shyly but longingly in each
other's eyes, and then Logan pulled Luke close for what was just a chaste,
normal jock hug, but which nonetheless sent another thrill of desire
coursing through Luke.

"Very cool hanging with you, dude.  Very cool.  You taking off now?"

"Not quite," Luke said.  "The gym is empty now, so I'm gonna go lift for
half-an-hour or so."

Logan's eyebrows raised as he considered that.  "Sounds tight, bro.  Shit,
I could use a little workout myself.  You up for some company?"

"Fuck yeah!" Luke's heart was suddenly racing again.  "Be hella tight to
lift with you, dawg!"

"Just don't drop the soap in the shower afterwards, dude," Logan laughed,
giving Luke's firm, denim-clad ass a nice sexy rub.

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