Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2009 16:29:57 -0700
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay Str8 Alliance 3 (gay/high school)

The Gay-Straight Alliance, part 3
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER:  Contains depictions of gay sex.

Luke and Logan left the GSA meeting together, nervous, giddy excitement
bubbling through each of them at the delicious prospect of being able to
continue their flirty behavior together. As he passed his team-mate on the
way out, Luke noticed Matt giving him a slightly raised eyebrow, and Luke
was by no means surprised: it must have been a little weird for Matty to
see his best bud walk off all touchy-feely and laughing, on his way to a
workout, with this hot gay jock he'd only really just met.  Does he suspect
something, Luke wondered?  Ah well, that's cool, let 'em all suspect.  He
was so damn amped to get naked and alone in the locker room with this
fine-ass gay stud, he didn't care what anyone thought.

As they walked the halls en route to the gym, making loud jocular
small-talk to hide their nervousness, hot, horny boy-lust boiled through
their blood.  Each boy's thoughts were in the exact same groove: ahead of
them was not just more flirting with a totally hot young muscle-stud, but
they'd be alone together IN THE GYM!  Which meant - fuck, the thought of it
was incredible! - stripping down together; ogling muscles, cock, and ass;
wearing next to nothing (both had decided they'd skip the usual T-shirt
they wore when lifting, in order to provide maximum eye candy); watching
those already hot bodies pump and bulge and sweat; and then later, in the
shower, where who knows what might happen!

They could barely control their lust for each other, and so the two of them
were looking for any excuse to slap an ass or grab a bicep or put an arm
around a shoulder.  Their lust for each other was uncontrollable; their
bodies were taking over, hungry to act on the need for physical intimacy
pulsing through their flesh.  So, at one point, Luke reached over to brush
a few sexy strands of long hair off Logan's face.  He wished his fingers
could linger there, tracing the beautiful contours of that gorgeous face,
then he could bend in for the smoldering kiss he longed for.  Logan smiled
and put his hand on Luke's firm, muscled ass, ostensibly in order to steer
the boy around a corner, but really to cop a feel of that amazing jock
butt.  They were giddy with desire for each other; their passion was taking
on a life of its own.

Luke's eager hardness was succulently evident, freeballin' as he was in
those tight, faded jeans.  He was proud of it, proud to show off his huge
hard arousal.  It gave a sexy swagger to his walk.  He secretly smiled as
he noticed how Logan's eyes kept drifting down to his crouch.  Logan's
wood, pent-up in the tight briefs he wore, was tougher to make out, but he
was just as hard at the prospect of a private workout session with the
hottest stud in the school.

For Logan, who'd been out since junior high, this was very familiar turf -
cruising a hot guy in the hopes of some sexy fun - although he'd NEVER been
with a dude as hot, as well built, as flat-out gorgeous as Luke Brant.
Never seen muscles that fine on a boy, an ass that firm and choice, and a
cock that long and thick and luscious.

For Luke, though, his lust and attraction to Logan were mixed with a severe
case of first-time butterflies.  Shit, he thought to himself, as he walked
down the halls with this incredibly hot boy, was he actually going to have
his first taste of sex with another dude in the next hour or so?  As much
as he craved hot boy-on-boy action with this lean, gorgeous hunk, the
glorious consummation of months and months of fevered, erotic daydreams of
sex with another dude, he was a little panic-stricken.  For instance, how
would he maneuver the action to get into sexy-ass boy-play?  Would it sort
of happen naturally?  Would Logan, as the out gay dude, just start to hit
on him?  Or would Luke, as the nominally straight dude, have to somehow
give off a signal that he was open to some hot sexy shit?  And just how
would he do that?

Luke was in deep, foreign waters here.  He had barely learned how to make a
half-assed pass at a girl, so how the hell was he all of a sudden supposed
to know how to hit on a majorly sexy dude?  (Somehow, though, some kind of
very horny lust-drive seemed steadily churning in him, making him think
he'd have no trouble with that.)  But what if he chickened out at the
moment of truth?  Or what if they did get busy but Luke couldn't get hard?
How fucking embarrassing would that be?  Cause lots of times with Janie he
lost his hardness, getting a disgusted snort from his girlfriend.  But he
REALLY didn't want that to happen with this hot stud Logan Dell; he wanted
the sex between them to be as hot and sexy as possible.  He wanted them to
have fuckin' dream sex!  Aw shit, he thought, his cock starting to ooze
precum, there was so much shit he wanted to do with this hot boy, and so
much shit he wanted this hot, sexy-ass muscle-stud to do with him!  But
again his nervousness kicked in: what if he shot too soon?  That could
definitely happen, he was so fuckin' horny for this boy.  And, shit, what
if he was totally misreading the signals and this fine stud really wasn't
all that hot for him?  Oh well, he planned on going with the flow on this
one: he couldn't remember when he was ever more sexually excited to be with
someone in his life.

They reached the gym and entered the locker room.  It was totally empty, as
Luke had predicted.  Hollow, dead silence greeted them as they opened the
door; their footsteps echoed in the quietness.  Luke put his backpack down
on a bench near his locker.

"Lemme go get my shit," Logan called, then, as coolly as he could, he raced
to his locker to get his gear, rushing so as not to miss a single minute of
Luke naked.  But Luke was sitting waiting for him when he got back.  Hmmm,
thought Logan, maybe this dude doesn't want me to miss a minute of him
naked.  Shit, he thought, I wish I could figure out if this stud is gay- or
bi-curious or just a good-natured straight jock, comfortable with his
sexuality, into the thought of having a gay dude for a friend.  Oh well,
whatever it is, I sure as fuck am gonna enjoy every fucking second.

They both immediately began to strip, eying each other the whole time.
Luke had less on, so he was naked in under a minute, his young jock-adonis
torso proudly displayed, along with that huge, thick, floppy monster
dangling down so temptingly between his legs, bobbing and swaying sexily
each time he moved his hard-muscled frame.

Logan, who'd just had time to pull his tight Henley over his head, stopped
to gaze at the display of fine jock muscle before him, not to mention that
smooth, thick, luscious length of boy-cock, just dripping with foreskin.
Fuck! was all he could think, gazing at that awesome cock - that's
breakfast, lunch, and dinner all rolled into one, no doubt!  Damn, he
thought, if this straight jock stud knew the horned-up fantasies I was
havin', he'd probably beat the shit out of me!  Finally, he had to
consciously check himself, so he didn't just keep staring like the
drooling, porn-addled sex-fiend he was.

So he shook his head, wonderfully stupefied at where he was and who he was
with, and then stripped off his tight jeans, letting the smoldering hot boy
across from him drink in the sight of his lean, wiry frame in his sexy,
low-cut briefs.  He pretended to stretch his muscles a bit, putting on a
show for the jock stud.

"Mmmmm," he sighed as he stretched, "sure am stiff.  Gonna be great to
lift.  I haven't done shit since Monday."

As he flexed and rippled his wiry, cut frame, he even gave a few 'casual'
strokes to his big, thickening cock, straining against the small, tight
pouch of his briefs.  Then he turned his back, bending over the bench,
pretending to fish around in his pile of workout duds as if he were
checking for something, 'casually' wriggling and flexing his glutes, in
order to show off that firm little butt he wished Luke would start pounding
immediately.  When he was sure the straight jock's gaze must be riveted on
his sexy ass, he quickly rose up and shucked his briefs.  Then, when he
felt Luke had had enough time to drink in his luscious ass, he turned,
innocently, pretending to fiddle and stretch with his jockstrap, staring at
it instead of Luke, so the boy could drink in his cock without being busted
by Logan's gaze.

Not one moment of this sexy strip-show was lost on Luke.  That lean-muscled
back, tapering into a thin, sexy waist, and then that ass that Luke just
wanted to plunge his face into and eat all night, and even those ripe,
succulent calves - the whole package was making Luke dizzy, stoking the
desire churning and roiling in him.  Then, when Logan turned, it was like a
body blow from a middle linebacker, hard and swift, knocking the breath
right out of him.  The sight of that sweet seven-some inches of teen prick,
with about half of his pink cock head poking temptingly through his
flesh-sleeve, just begging to be tongued by Luke's suddenly very
cock-hungry mouth.  And what a cock that was, mmmmmmm, set off so damn
alluringly by that sweet expanse of shaved pubes!  Too damn sexy!  That
sexy expanse of taut, skin-covered muscle, with that luscious cock hanging
down - it was one of the hottest sights he'd ever seen.  His legs felt like
rubber, he was so weak with longing.

Luke realized in a flash that his guiltiest secret, his passionate
attraction to hot-looking guys, had suddenly, somehow, undergone a change:
his private, hidden desire had become a conscious hunger, which was now
asserting itself, demanding Luke make it public, insisting that it finally
be satisfied.  Whether he was realizing he was gay or bi or whatever hardly
mattered to Luke; all that mattered was that the answer to his sexual needs
was standing in front of him.  His true, authentic masculine identity,
along with the brand of pleasure he craved so desperately, had been locked
away deep inside his body, Luke now realized, and Logan Dell had the key
that could release it.  The realization made him throb even harder with
lust.

He took the opportunity of Logan continuing to fuck with his jockstrap to
gaze hungrily on that cock. What a smoking-hot sexy look, his ripped
washboard ending in that sweet shaved-smooth skin above that
delicious-looking dick. He'd been tempted to shave his own patch for months
now - so many of the guys on the team had gotten into trimming theirs way
close or shaving it totally off, so it's not like he'd feel weird showing
up in the locker room with no hair over his cock, his fine-ass body smooth
all over.  All of his shaved team-mates claimed their girl friends had
asked them to do it, but Luke was sure they were doing it cause they knew
it looked hot - fuck, they probably checked out the same gay-porn sites
Luke did, so they'd seen tons of pix and vids of guys with sexy-ass shave
jobs.  Logan looked so damn hot with his lean muscled torso, beautifully
highlighted by the deep grooves of his Apollo's Belt, tapering down to that
smooth, bare skin perfectly setting off his gorgeous cock. It was like an
advertisement for the kind of cock-luscious boy-sex Luke now craved.  Luke
imagined playing his tongue and fingers all over that sexy sleekness before
settling in to chow down on that thick, luscious length of uncut boy-meat.

Luke took advantage of being nude to flirt a little more, parading off his
hard-packed muscle and that long, thick, beautifully dangling jock-cock,
which swayed and swung sooo sexily when he walked.  So he strolled over to
the sink basins, checking out his little patch of chin hair in front of the
mirror, flexing and posing, poofing up his pubes a bit, weighing himself,
then he walked slowly back to the locker area, noticing Logan's eyes
riveted to his big-ass fuck-stick the whole time.  Man, he thought to
himself, that sweet length of virgin boy-meat must be like catnip for a
hot-ass gay stud like Logan Dell.  Luke felt like such a hot-ass
cock-tease; it felt so damn sweet.  He could just see the nasty-ass
thoughts whirring through Logan's mind, mainly cause they were no doubt a
mirror image of the wild scenes he was fantasizing about himself.  Fuck,
was he ever buzzed on sex in a major way, now that sex had become focused
on cock and muscle and ass.  And speaking of 'buzzed' . . .

Still nude, Luke turned to Logan: "Hey, man, I don't know if you're into
this, but when I'm liftin' after school like this, I always do a bowl or
two of pot.  Gets me way in tune with my body, helps me focus more on the
weight, the pump.  So I'm gonna take a toke or two.  You're sure as hell
welcome to join me."

"Hell, yeah!" said Logan, not really giving a fuck if it helped his lifting
or not, but knowing that a stoned dude was a horny dude, and being around
this jock-god when he was high might just afford the opportunity Logan
needed to take their flirty cruising to the next level.

Luke reached in his backpack, grabbed the leather pouch that held his pot,
pipe, and lighter, and quickly filled a bowl.

Logan knew he didn't even need the pot, really: he was high as hell
thinking about being bare-assed, in his high school locker room, with the
hottest boy in the school, watching the dude's awesome physique as he
filled a bowl, lit it, and took a deep drag.  Logan had to keep reminding
himself this whole porn-fantasy was actually happening.

Luke closed his eyes and let the smoke stay deep in his lungs, so Logan had
a chance to drink in that hot fucking cock, harder now, its sleek, luscious
uncut thickness driving him fucking crazy.  As Luke moved, his half-hard
cock would sproing and twitch beautifully.  And that huge hood-covered head
was screaming to be licked, chewed, played with, fingered, teased.
Suddenly, Luke's meaty head caught the light in just such a way that Logan
could see the telltale sheen of precum.  The dude's drippin' a little!  Is
it just the natural sort of horniness any straight muscle-boy would
experience, being nude with such a fine-ass stud, or was this
football-hottie ready for his first taste of boy-sex?  Aw fuck, Luke! Logan
thought to himself, as he took a deep drag on the pipe, the shit I want to
do to you!

When they finished two bowls, Luke put his pot away.

"Fuck," Logan said in a low, stoned voice, "that's excellent weed,
Mr. Brant.  I can feel it already."

"Yep, not bad, not bad," Luke smiled, knowing it was knock-you-on-your-ass
dope, and on his ass is exactly where he wanted Logan Dell, so he could
fondle and lick and kiss that awesome body all over.

With both of these hot, young, horned-up studs stoned on Luke's very potent
weed, the locker room scene quickly became one of even heavier cruising.

"Mmmmm, good buzz," Luke sighed, closing his eyes and flexing his muscles
in the slow, relaxed bliss of dope-time, letting his fingers idly stroke
his semi-hard shaft and languidly tease his honey-glazed cock-tip.  He kept
his eyes closed so Logan could get a nice long look.  It was so wonderfully
nasty for Luke, showing off his beautifully-worked body to a gay boy,
letting him drink in every inch of his young muscled frame.  He snapped
open his eyes to see Logan's lust-filmed gaze glued to his dick.

Damn, Luke smiled, it was such a kick to revel in this new sense of
desirability, to think of himself as a total sex-object.  His girlfriend
Janie seemed only mildly interested at best in his muscles and not at all
into his body sexually.  Luke had found her disinterest in him baffling, as
he had always thought he looked ripped as shit (hell, his hot-ass body
never failed to get his own dick hard, all those hours spent jacking to it
in front of the mirror!).  But Janie seemed to want Luke around only as a
trophy-stud, since he was such a well-known lust-object for all the other
girls in school - it seemed like she could care less for him in terms of
her own desire.  So now, here with Logan, someone who made no secret of how
strongly he lusted after Luke's body - well, there was just such a cool
sense of rightness to it all.  It's like, Luke thought, high and horny,
THIS is where I belong, with a dude who thinks I'm as much of a fine-ass
stud as I think I am.  And damn, I sure as hell think HE'S hot!

Well, Luke thought, we can't just stay here nude and stoned all afternoon,
and truth to tell, he was really hot to see Logan work that killer body of
his, so he figured they better suit up and hit the weight room.

All at once, though, he had a stoned, sexy brainstorm.  He'd packed a clean
jock in his backpack that morning, because he knew the ones in his locker
were pretty ripe, along with a pair of mesh shorts and an extra T that he
planned on wearing to lift in, but he suddenly got a crazy inspiration for
how his time in the weight room with Logan could be a hell of a lot sexier.
It was a sneaky plan that might make himself utterly irresistible to this
hot dude who he was nervously hoping might become his first-ever fuck
buddy.  Damn, just thinking that term 'fuck buddy' got Luke horny as hell!

So he dug around in his pack, fished out the jock he'd packed - a really
sexy one, he smiled to see, an old Safe-T-Gard swimmer's jock, very worn,
slightly fraying, real thin-waisted and low-riding, with a faded,
stretched, barely-there pouch.  He knew from trying it on and posing in it
at home (it was a favorite one of his for that) that his huge cock really
made that worn mesh stretch out obscenely thin, caressing his huge meat
perfectly.  A jock like this would let him show LOTS of skin and muscle,
along with every inch of his beautifully outlined cock, and those thin
straps in back would do a nice job showing off his smooth, firm,
muscle-hard ass.  And he liked that the old jockstrap was fraying at the
seams - so much of the internet porn he really dug featured muscle-dudes in
ripped jeans or old underwear; there was just something nasty as fuck, Luke
felt, about guys in torn, faded duds.

He put the jock on the bench, but kept fishing around in the pack, burying
the shorts he'd packed deep and hidden beneath his laptop and school books,
so anyone who looked in there wouldn't see them.

"Fuck!" he yelled, mock-upset.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, getting ready to slip on his own jock.

"Damn, I don't fuckin' believe it!  I packed a clean jock this morning but
forget my fuckin' shorts!  What a fuckin' dipstick! I don't even have
boxers I can wear.  Shit, I was really up for liftin'!  FUCK!"

He frowned, rustled around in his backpack again, and then looked up
innocently.

"Well look, Logan, I mean, fuck, there's no one here but just us - would
you, do you think, would you mind very much if I worked out in just my
jock?  It's cheesy, I know, but I don't know what else I can do."

He gave his best sad puppy look to Logan, the same look he gave Janie when
he begged for a hand-job.  Logan stared at Luke goggle-eyed, like he'd just
started speaking gibberish.

"Dude, are you, like, asking me if I MIND if I can watch that fucking
outrageously hot muscle-god body of yours sweat and strain and flex and
give me jack-off fantasies for, oh, say the rest of my life, cause you'll
be wearing just a jock strap?  You're like wondering if I'd MIND?  You
CAN'T be fucking serious!!  Luke, remember me?  I'm the gay guy!  Fuck,
guys like me DREAM of shit like this!  This is one of the classic gay porn
fantasies of all time, dawg, and now I'm LIVIN' it!  Fuck, dude, about the
only thing WRONG is that I might have a fuckin' heart attack from seein'
you lift in just a jock.  But, seriously, what a fuckin' way to go, right?
Watchin' a live sex-show of the choicest gay muscle-porn imaginable!"

"Fuck," Logan went on, half-laughing but half-breathless at how much sexier
an already sexy time was becoming, "knock yourself out, dawg!  The next
sound you'll be hearing is me stroking myself to orgasm after orgasm.  Do I
mind!!?? That is, like, so fuckin' funny, asshole."

He picked up Luke's Saf-T-Gard.

"And THIS is the jock I'm gonna get to watch you lift in!!??  This little
piece of nothing, this hot-as-fuck piece of gay underwear?  Fuck yesssss!
Bring it on, stud!  And, ya know, as a show of support for your very sad
misfortune, I'll just wear MY jock, too, ok?"

"Fuck," he added, muttering, still breathless in anticipation, "be easier
to jack myself in just a jock!"

"Hot!" Luke said, too excited to be cool any more.  He was high as shit on
what they were about to do - it was partly the pot, partly the heavy,
flirty intimacy with this fine-ass gay stud, and partly, too, having his
body described in such hot terms by Logan.  Buzzing through Luke's brain
was also this: Logan had described what they were about to do as the gay
porn fantasy of all time, and that sounded just about right, cause it sure
as fuck was a major stroke fantasy of Luke's, working out with another hot
stud, both of them just wearing their jockstraps!  As a young football
stud, spending so much time in locker rooms and weight rooms with other hot
jocks, he sure as hell has spilled enough seed jackin' to that scenario!

Shit, he laughed to himself, he was gonna be hard as fuck the whole time
they worked out together.  Fuck, though, would that ever be hot - his
jock-pouch bulging with nine hard inches of horned-up boy-meat!  He bet
Logan would definitely get off on seeing that!  Luke felt sexier in this
moment than he'd ever felt in his life.

And so he wriggled into his jock, turning his back to Logan as he pulled up
the tight, skimpy straps.  He adjusted his meat in front and smoothed down
the straps over his ass, rubbing his cheeks sensuously, even letting his
fingers graze up and down his crack, just to give Logan a little tease,
letting him know he was down with some ass-play, if this little flirting
went as far as Luke was hoping it would.

He turned around so Logan could admire the whole package.  When he did, his
eyes grew round to see that Logan, still jock-less, had been stroking
himself as he'd watched Luke get into his jock.

"Fuck, stud," Logan said, mouth all hoarse and dry, "you have the sexiest,
hottest, most unbelievably gorgeous body I have ever seen, in real-life or
on my laptop.  Aw fuck, dude, you are fucking perfect!  Please, dawg, tell
me you're secretly gay or something so we can spend, like, the next month
or so in bed together!"

Luke was loving it.  He was certain now that Logan wasn't fronting on his
desire, and that the two of them would definitely have really hot sex
together.  But, as excited as he was, he was still way too nervous and
inexperienced to know what to do.  He was thinking that maybe, after lots
of cruising as they worked out their hot young bodies, showing off muscle
to each other (and, with both of them wearing just jocks, he thought
excitedly, a whole lot more), that then they might just, sort of naturally,
soap each other up in the shower.  If he could somehow work it like that,
he thought the boy-sex he was amped as hell for might just happen.  Aw
fuck, was he ever ready to shoot with this hot fucking sex-stud naked and
stroking in front of him.

He watched Logan's super-sexy stroke-show and said, "Thanks for the
compliment on my body, man, I work hard on it.  But look at you, dawg!
Shit, you make even a straight dude like me horny."

"I DO!!??"  Logan asked, excitedly, the conversation going exactly where
he'd hoped it would.  He kept stroking his long, thick cock, sliding his
foreskin up and down his hard shaft, cause Luke's eyes were riveted on it.

"Fuck, yeah, man!  I told you at the GSA meeting, I think you're hot as
fuck, Logan!  All cut lean beef, everywhere."

"But you," Logan purred, pausing to finger off the swipe of precum he felt
oozing out of his piss-slit, bringing it to his mouth, and licking it off
slowly, "Luke, you are grade-A, number 1, USDA Choice!  Aw fuck, dude, I
will never forget this time with you as long as I live.  Shit, dawg, you're
gonna ruin me for other boys!"

Luke was really high and blushing now.  He could feel his dick hardening in
his pouch.  The sight of Logan sucking precum off his fingers was
outrageously hot.  He had visions of the two of them, tasting each other's
jock-honey, swallowing each other's boy-cum, smearing it all over their
hard muscles, asses, lips, faces.  He wanted to wallow in boy-cream all
night long with this smoking-hot stud.

Logan smiled seductively as he picked up his own jock.  He was very into
jockstraps, had about a dozen or so he'd bought on-line, mostly
cool-looking, contemporary fashion jocks, all the hottest brands.  The one
he'd grabbed from his locker was a low-rise, army green one, which he knew
he looked hot as hell in: it showed off his hip bones very well, and the
color looked great on him.  He felt the football stud's burning eyes on him
as he wriggled into it; then, looking away so Luke wouldn't be ashamed of
staring, he took a nice long time adjusting his thick boy-meat in his
pouch, making sure to finger and stroke his shaft and balls, giving Luke a
nice sexy show.

"Whaddya think?"

"Fuck, dude!" Luke said, almost trembling he was so hot for this boy.  With
the dope and the flesh and the boy-lust, it had become sort of hard for him
to think straight.  He'd been around so many dudes in jocks, in his school
sports career, and, sure, lots and lots of times (well, almost always,
actually) he'd scope dudes out, flaunt his own hot body, and have a crazy
whirl of gay-ass daydreams in the locker room.  But here, today, for some
reason, it was different.  It wasn't just a daydream, and it wasn't just
his own little fantasy that he'd beat off to later.  This was, like, real,
for keeps.  He knew if he continued on with this, he'd without a doubt be
having the brand of sex he'd always dreamed of.  The certitude of it, the
promise of it, the glorious longed-for culmination of it, had him
dry-mouthed and nervous, but buzzing with a kind of every-nerve thrill that
was much more than just the pot: it was like his dormant boy-sex genes were
finally waking up and sizzling into action.  He could feel his dick swell;
he felt wonderfully alive and excited about sex for maybe the first time
ever.

"Man," Luke managed to stammer, "where the hell'd you get such a cool
fucking jock?  I thought they only made 'em in white and grey."

Luke had pulled up close to Logan and was daring to lightly stroke the
material of the gay stud's jock, allowing himself a brief, teasing graze of
the low waist band in front, wishing he had nerve enough to stroke that
beautifully bulging pouch.

"Shit, dawg," Logan said, enraptured by the sexy attention from this
straight stud he was totally crushing on, "go on-line!  There's tons of
cool jocks you can buy.  Fuck, would you ever look hot in some of the jocks
I seen.  I could show you a bunch of cool ones later, if you wanna get
coffee after or somethin'.  C-IN2, Diesel, 2xst, Nasty Pig, Colt - shit,
dude, there's so many awesome kinds you'd look hella hot in!  Not that you
don't look smoking as hell [and now that sly seducer was tracing sexily up
and down Luke's huge, stiffening bulge with the back of his finger] in a
classic old jock like this.  But nothing wrong with a little variety is
there?  [Logan was much more frankly tracing all along the outline of
Luke's cock with all the fingers on his hand, the other hand caressing that
hot muscle ass in back.]  I mean, dawg, variety's the spice of fuckin'
life, no?"

Logan knew that what he was doing was cornball, cheap imitation Lauren
Bacall, but he was desperate.  His lust for Luke was beginning to seem
life-threatening.  He was pleased to see Luke close his eyes and rock his
head back a little as he fondled the boy's huge, meaty pouch.  He let his
middle finger trail down that enormous mesh-clad bulge, down 'til he could
feel the foreskin-covered tip of Luke's big, sexy cock-head.  He let his
finger play over the head, smiling to feel the very pronounced wetness.
Sex was going to happen with them, he knew it.  His cock was twitching and
pulsating with the realization.  He'd never willed anything stronger in his
life.  He was gonna get busy with Luke Brant before they left the gym
today.  But shit, he wondered, how the fuck could he make this last all
night?

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