Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2005 11:37:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alien Culture 16 (gay/college)

The Alien Culture Project, part 16
by Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

Tommy Bolton came home pissed.  He and the rest of his hockey team had just
returned from playing a three-day pre-season tournament against seven other
highly-ranked college teams.  Tommy did very well in the tournament (which
his team won in a thrilling final game), scoring 4 goals and 4 assists
overall.  He should have been totally amped.  But he was angry, confused,
and frustrated.  Worst of all, maybe, he was scared.

How it started: he was horny as hell on that road trip. Heavy-duty
athleticism - the mix of hard bodies, heavy pressure, and high testosterone
- was a heady cocktail that always got Tommy charged up and aching for
release.  He badly needed to get his rocks off after such a wild weekend.
So he'd phoned Lacey, the girl he'd assumed he'd been going with all term,
on Saturday, before the final match, to tell her (smoothly, he thought)
that he'd like to drop by for some love-makin' later on that night when his
bus pulled into campus.

But, strangely, she'd begged off.  "Just not good timing tonight, Tommy,"
she claimed, almost light-heartedly.  When Tommy pressed her, she
complained of how busy she'd been all weekend and how much she needed rest;
his phone call had caught her just drifting off, in fact.  Tommy might have
been convinced, except he swore he heard other voices in her room.  He made
out one guy for sure, and what sounded like another guy and girl.

Tommy said, "Cool, Lacey, get your rest, and I'll drop by tomorrow, then,
kinda early, 'k?"  He knew his nuts would still be full and churning by
then.

"No, that won't work either."  Pause.  "I - I've got a tennis lesson
tomorrow morning, early."

"On Sunday morning?!?" Tommy cried in disbelief, as some of the skaters
were starting to take the ice.  He swore he heard laughter in the
background, on Lacey's end.

"Yeah.  It was the only time I could get," she said in a faux-naive way
Tommy knew was a lie.  And there was more laughter in the background after
she said it.

"After the lesson, then?"

"It's a long lesson, Tommy.  About 4 hours, I think.  I'm gonna be too
tired."  In the background he heard, clearly now, "long [something]," and
more, louder laugher.  There were definitely three other voices in Lacey's
room, he was sure now.

"Shit," he muttered.  "Then I guess this just won't work, will it?" he
added, and slammed shut the cover of his cell phone.  So much for his
big-time booty call.

So he'd arrived home to his dorm room late Saturday - early Sunday morning,
actually, about 2:30 a.m. - and gone right to bed.  And now, about five
hours later, he was awake, still frustrated, and still very much confused.
Jumping out of bed naked, to pace and stomp, he discovered his roommate,
Chance Taylor, was gone - hadn't even slept in his bed last night, in fact,
from the looks of it.  Lucky fuck, he thought jealously, that big stud
probably had some hot chick working so fine last night that he'd decided to
risk missing athletes' curfew to stay hooked up with her.  Damn.

Tommy got back in bed and stroked himself in a nervous, pre-occupied way.
Because it wasn't just Lacey pulling this lying tease-act on him that had
him so shook.  Hell, even if he wasn't the sophomore star of the hockey
team, he'd have no problem finding another girl.  Tommy was only too aware
of the potent sexual allure of sports-star celebrity combined with good
looks, and he was very well aware of just how good he looked: he spent A
LOT of time checking himself out in the mirror.

His beautifully defined body was the product of years of heavy-duty
workouts.  He wasn't as incredibly chiseled as that wrestler-stud
country-boy roommate of his, but he came damn close.  Overall, Tommy
thought he was a bit more attractive than Chance - and that was saying
something, cause Tommy thought Chance looked capital-H hot. But Chance was
kinda rugged and rough-hewn where Tommy modestly thought he was drop-dead
gorgeous.  A great body, and a very handsome face, with all sorts of nice
features.  He especially liked his hair: he had that long, stringy-blonde,
so-cal surfer hair that chicks seemed to really dig playing with; he wore
it shoulder length and thought it looked sexy as hell.  Blonde eyelashes,
too, which really set off his bright blue eyes.  And he wore his sparse
blonde beard in a permanent stubble like so many of the hot jocks did.
"Brad Pitt's got nothin' on you, bud," he'd always say to his reflection.

And his dick was just fine, too, he knew.  About 7 inches of thick, tasty
jock meat, cut, with a sort of cool-looking spear-head.  It hung long and
thick usually, and when it was hard, which was pretty fucking often, it
stood straight up, ready for action.  Tommy'd jerked off to his image in
the mirror too many times to count, and it looked like he was gonna have to
do that again this morning. Cause he really needed to get off.

But way more than Lacey, though, he knew, was this other thing eating at
him.  It actually had a lot to do with just how much he liked looking at
his fine-ass reflection in the mirror, and with just how fucking hot he
thought Chance looked.  Tommy was starting to wonder just what the deal was
with his interest in good-looking guys.  I mean, he thought, I know I'm not
gay, I fuck chicks way too much for that, so what the fuck is up?

And this week-end, at the tournament, something happened that put these
ambient fears about his sexuality into startlingly high relief.  As he lay
there and stroked himself harder and harder, loving the feel of his long
thick cock in his hands, scooping off the precum and absent-mindedly
sucking his fingers clean, he played back, for the hundredth time, it
seemed, that scene in the locker room after practice yesterday afternoon.
Cause, really, he sorta laughed to himself, let's face it: it was that -
and not Lacey's bullshit - that really had him so fucking aroused he felt
like his dick might explode from all the pent-up cum.

On Saturday, after their morning semi-final game, he'd spent about
twenty-five minutes in the whirlpool, trying to soak a couple of bruised
ribs still sore from a really wicked slam into the glass he'd got in Friday
night's game.  And by the time he'd left the whirlpool and headed for the
sauna, it looked like the rest of his team had showered, dressed, and
headed back to the hotel or out to a restaurant.  But when he got to the
sauna, he'd found that 2 of his team-mates were still there.

Through the window of the sauna, just as he was about to enter, he saw two
guys - his team-mates!  Jesus, he knew these guys, he couldn't friggin'
believe it! - fucking in the sauna.  It was Jori Pedersen, this totally
cool-ass freshman right wing from Finland, pounding the ass of Danny
Liriano, an Italian stud who played back-up goalie.  The truly amazing
thing, though, was that Tommy stood there, sporting wood almost
immediately, totally riveted by what he was seeing.

Jori, he'd secretly thought, was really good-looking.  All semester at
practices (plus they were in the same math class) Tommy had found it really
hard not to stare at him: he had such a beautiful face, lightly covered in
short, choppy blonde hair, with this little blonde soul patch that was sexy
as hell (Tommy used to imagine what it must be like kissing Jori like crazy
and licking that little patch all over).  Plus, Jori's body was wiry,
sinewy, all achingly beautiful hot young muscle.  Tommy had always looked
for any excuse to slow down whatever he was doing - dressing or showering
or toweling off - if Jori's naked body could be glimpsed.  He was the best
skater on the team, hands down; Christ, did he have moves.  And shit, he
sure as hell was using them on Danny's ass right then.

And Danny, fuck what a hot-lookin' guy.  The 'Italian Stallion' was what
everybody, even Coach, called him, and it was true, he was like a fine
fucking thoroughbred: black hair swirling lightly over full, rippling
muscles, with a curly mass of black hair on top.  Deep, dark, soulful eyes
and full, luscious lips.  And, Tommy had to admit. a really hot ass,
perfectly-shaped, the kind you couldn't help but think about rubbing your
hands all over.  Plus, he was young, a hot young freshman.  Shit, he
thought, Jori sure has scored some tasty Italian beef.  But as soon as he
thought that, he hated himself.  It sounded so fuckin' faggy, he thought;
but fuck if he could help himself thinkin' it.  And fuck if he could tear
himself away from the hottest fuck session imaginable.

So Tommy stood there, hard as fuck, pounding his dripping meat in
heart-pounding excitement, watching these dream-boys having the goddamn
sexiest fucking time.  His cock felt the hardest and longest it had ever
been.  Where the fuck was this coming from, he wondered, as he kept
pounding away in fevered lust?  He wasn't gay.  At least, he didn't think
he was.

But lying there in bed that morning, letting the hottest triple-X-rated
scene of all time replay itself in his mind for the nth time, he wasn't
really sure.  The sex he'd drooled over while standing there at the sauna
window (and yes, he admitted, embarrassed, at one point he had felt saliva
leaking down his chin, and he realized his fucking tongue was actually
hanging out of his gaping mouth) was just too fucking hot.  He knew now he
had to try it at least once, just to see.

As Jori kept ramming Danny's sweet ass with this hard, incredible-looking
eight-inch cock, Tommy envied him: it looked about a hundred times hotter
than any goddamn sex he'd ever had, fucking some prom queen or cheerleader
who seemed like they couldn't wait for you to shoot off and be done.  With
Jori and Danny, though, it looked like neither boy wanted it to end.  Tommy
had never even seen another guy hard before, except in a few porn videos,
so he'd never realized how truly awesome it looked to see a hard, stiff
shaft bein' put through its paces.

Jori was just so damn into it.  As he long-dicked Danny, the blonde
hottie's head was rolling back and forth, in sheer, dream-like ecstasy.
Fuck, how tight must that Italian Stallion's hole be, Tommy wondered, as he
watched Jori push in and pull out so lusciously, transported to some kind
of slow, sexy seventh heaven.  Tommy was powerless to do anything but keep
jacking his own hard, twitching cock, mesmerized as he was by the sight of
those two hot boys gettin' busy as hell.

Danny was totally into it, too.  He'd braced himself against the wall of
the sauna with one hand, the other was stroking his long, thick Italian
sausage.  Fuck, Tommy sure would have liked to burst in there, suck on that
cock, and then plug Danny's ass when Jori was through.  All he could think
of as he watched, in a kind of fever-dream of lust, was just totally
immersing himself into boy-sex.  This was the kind of hard-core action he'd
been dying for with chicks, but never getting.  This was fucking sex, raw,
nasty, hard, and physical - the exact way his body craved it.  Jori held on
to that perfect ass as he pumped in and out, swiveling his hips to hit
different spots in Danny's ass.  Danny was twitching his ass this way and
that, backing up to meet Jori on each thrust, to savor every hard inch of
that hot-lookin' cock; and sometimes, Tommy could tell, he'd even clench
his ass onto Jori's dick - probably, he thought jealously, so he could feel
every fucking inch of that hard young prick up his ass.  Tommy heard
himself moan deeply in envious appreciation.

Then, Jori brought one hand around and played with Danny's balls, causing
the goalie to howl in delight.  No doubt, Tommy thought: I would fucking
love some chick to know enough to do that to me.  Tommy kept stroking, hard
as hell, enjoying the sex vicariously - those gorgeous studs wreathed in
smoke from the sauna, taking sex to the utter limit, was the hottest thing
he'd ever seen.

Soon, he saw Danny wince as if in pain.  His jaw clenched, and Tommy
marveled to see thick cream flow out of his hard cock, like lava pouring
out of a hot hole.  Oh fuck, yes, he thought, feeling his own load build to
that same delicious bursting point.  As Danny's cum oozed down his prick,
Jori got a glob on his fingers and fed it to Danny, who gobbled it up
greedily.  Then Danny turned back to kiss that hot Finn, who kept up his
sexy long-dicking.  Fuck, Tommy had never, ever seen guys kiss before.
Shit, that was even hotter, for some reason, than seeing them fuck.  They
were so beautiful, Tommy felt like crying for some reason.  Then he watched
in awe as Danny tongued some of his cum into Jori's mouth.  He saw the sexy
Finn swirl it around in his mouth, swallow, smile, then kiss Danny even
more passionately.

Shit, that did it: Tommy sprayed the most incredible load of his life all
over the tile wall and sauna door.  It was the most gloriously intense
orgasm he'd ever had.  It was like he'd achieved true male release for the
first time.  After the ninth or tenth pump, when he was drained dry, he
just stood there, knees trembling, feeling like he'd been body-checked and
left shaking in the wake of some 210 pound Russian enforcer.  He was
shaking so badly, he genuinely felt like his legs might give.  What a
fucking turn-on.  It was like seeing one of the coolest, most exciting,
most erotic sex secrets in the world accidentally revealed to him, in every
mind-numbingly salacious detail.

He wanted to watch more, but suddenly, after cumming, he felt embarrassed.
He turned around nervously to see if he'd been watched, then stumbled,
jelly-legged, into the showers.  He washed up quickly, dressed even faster,
and headed back to the hotel, wholly messed up.

He'd worked really hard from then on that afternoon and evening, trying to
squash that scene - along with the raw desire it stirred in him.  He
couldn't even face Danny or Jori as they suited up before the evening game.
Finally he called Lacey, desperately needing the normalcy of straight sex,
only to get further messed up by that cheating slut.

But it was impossible to blot that memory from his mind.  It was just too
deep, too hot; he felt it too powerfully in both his mind and body.  He
could try and deny the feelings it stirred inn him, but the exciting truth
of them would burn through any of his defenses.

So, he surrendered totally to the deliciously thrilling revelation in the
memory of his team-mates' fuck.  As he lay in bed that morning, jerking
off, his mind was awash with Jori and Danny.  Shit, now he felt a fool for
not opening that sauna door, giving a leering smile, making it apparent
that he was into this kind of hot sex between boys, and seeing what would
happen.  He bitterly regretted his nervousness and shame because, as he
stroked himself harder, he knew he had to have a taste of that.  Call it
gay or not, it was hot fucking sex, and if there was one thing Tommy liked,
it was hot fucking sex.

Speaking of which, as he continued to pleasure himself, watching his thumb
and forefinger slowly rise all the way up, then sensuously shimmy all the
way down, loving that feel of rock-hard boy-meat, he wondered just what had
gone on in Lacey's dorm room last night (and probably this morning).  He
pictured two couples getting naked and nasty all night long, and hell if
that didn't sound fine.  He'd love to be bare-assed, along with two chicks
and another hot, built guy like himself, watching the dude bone one of the
chicks, seeing that muscle-stud's hot, naked body writhe and ripple while
he bounced some babe's ass.  Especially if it was some big-dicked guy like
Chance.  Shit, talk about hung like a horse.  It always seemed unbelievable
how his room-mate's long thick cock dangled about an inch or so longer than
you'd think was normal.  Holy shit, to see Chance hard, making love to some
sweet young thing.  Tommy's dick felt ready to burst.  His nuts began to
ache.

Shit, he thought, he had to get himself off before this frustration made
him squirrelly.  He wondered if Chance had any Penthouse's lying around
that he could jerk off to.  Or Hustler's, those would be even better, he
knew, cause they usually had a couple photo's with some hot stud's swinging
dick in them.  Yeah, Tommy realized with a kind of enthusiastic relief, he
probably was at least bi.  He'd been checking guys out forever, hadn't he?
Chance, for example - shit, did he ever like to feast his eyes on that hick
stud as he walked around their room nude or just in a jock.  Fuck, would he
ever like to repeat that sauna scene with Chance.  But Chance didn't seem
all that gay to him.  Tommy laughed: imagine a clod-hopper like Chance
knowing about gay sex.  What a riot.  Dude was so sheltered, he might still
be a virgin.  He probably hadn't even gotten to second base with a girl,
let alone experience the incredible pleasures hot guys could have with each
other.  Poor innocent sap.  But not Tommy; Tommy was ready to graduate out
of ho-hum sex into hot boy action.

He got off his bed and padded over to Chance's side of the dorm, his hard,
randy dick swinging and bobbing wonderfully as he walked.  He noticed a new
poster Chance must have put up while he'd been away on his road trip; it
was pretty hot.  Some wrestler DVD or something, but the guys in it were
awesome-looking. Tommy chuckled as he thought: I like this, man; I like
being able to check guys out without thinking I'm weird.  He was excited to
start flirting with guys, see where it led.  This one guy on Chance's
poster was especially attractive to Tommy: all you could see was his back,
but he was nude, and so what you saw was this incredible ass - hard, firm,
muscular.  Fuck, Tommy thought, would I like a piece of that.  He stared at
it as he stroked himself.  This looked like a movie he'd like to check out,
if it featured the scene with that guy nude in it.

Tommy definitely had a thing for hot boys' asses.  He'd had a girlfriend
last year who was totally into Abercrombie.  She bought the catalog
religiously, and every time Tommy was over he'd front like he was
half-bored, leafing through it, just to check out clothes.  "Think I'd look
good in this," he'd ask, but she would never even pay attention.  Actually,
he'd memorized right where the photos were he wanted to keep checking out -
the incredibly buff, bare-chested jocks; especially the ones where the guys
were totally naked.  And ESPECIALLY if you could see their asses.

There was this one photo-spread, where two really built boys were in a
mountain-lake setting, and the one was knee-deep in the lake, totally nude,
photographed from the back; he was pulling the flannel boxers off his
friend and had them down below the guy's hips in the back, so you could see
part of his ass, too.  Fuck, that got Tommy hard every fucking time he
looked at it.  That was a scenario he could go for, big time.  There was
some naked chick in the picture fooling around with them, but she was just
there as window-dressing.  It was the two guys that were hot as fuck,
digging on messing around with each other, checking out their hot asses.
He wondered if those Abercrombie model-dudes all had some huge orgy or
something on the set.  Probably.  Be a total waste if they didn't, if they
just had to change clothes and go home after they'd gotten so hot for each
other.

He looked around Chance's bed for some skin mag's.  He saw a stack of what
he assumed were fitness mag's on the end table and decided to check them
out cause there might be some hot-looking muscle dudes in there he could
jack off to.  But as soon he opened the first one, he saw a photo of a
really cut dude, totally nude, with an incredible-looking dick.  What the
fuck, he thought, feeling a hard jolt shoot through his already hard cock.
He turned a few more pages and realized immediately - even though he'd
never seen one before - it was a gay porn mag.  As he flipped the pages
excitedly, he was it was loaded with page after page of hot-looking guys,
all nude, sometimes even couples, kissing and stroking and fucking each
other.  TOO FUCKING HOT! his mind gonged.  He quickly leafed through a few
others in the stack and saw they were all the same.  His dick twitched like
crazy, and the precum started flowing.  Tommy caught it as it leaked and
licked his fingers off; this was one of his biggest, juiciest loads of
boy-honey ever.  Then he hopped back into bed, feeling fine as fuck, and
hunkered down for a hot j/o session with Chance's porn stash.  No worries
about getting off now, he laughed to himself.

Suddenly he put the magazine down for a second as the realization sunk in:
Chance Taylor, gay?  That dumb hick?  No fucking way!  There were no
fucking signs or anything.  Couldn't be.  But it must be, else why have a
stack of gay stroke books next to your bed?  Shit, he thought slyly, that
corn-pone rube shtick must all be an act.  Tommy became excited as hell at
his discovery.  Fuck, maybe Chance could teach him all about sex with
guys. Wouldn't that be hot as fuck! Body like that, he must be the gay
stud-horse of all time.

He picked up the magazine again, ogling the photos like a 10-year old
getting his hands on his first Playboy.  He stroked his dripping cock
lovingly, sensuously, the way he'd stroke the cock of any of these
hot-looking dudes he was drooling over, as he flipped through page after
page of prime-looking muscle-boys with long, sweet dicks.  This was so
fucking cool: at long last, guilt-free excitement over fine-ass dudes.
Shit, if someone as normal as Taylor is into this, there's no fucking
reason I should be ashamed.  One photo spread showed two guys 69ing each
other, huge ballsacs flopping down their thighs, mouths taking each other's
cocks with passionate relish.  Tommy stared as if a key life-lesson were
being imparted to him.  He wanted to memorize the photo so he'd know just
what to do when he tried that.  Fuck, he thought: this magazine is sheer
sex, just the kind of hard-core action I'm craving.

Tommy knew he was ready to spurt soon.  He saw that most of the models had
these cool, groomed pubic bushes, shaved close and trimmed in a neat, sexy
line, or else shaved totally off.  And their asses were all shaved
slick-smooth.  That was fucking hot.  These guys were totally into letting
their bodies advertise what hot sexual studs they were.  Tommy thought it
was so cool the way they'd further refined their already hot, muscular
bodies, shaving them and grooming them, prepping their bodies for sleek,
hot man-sex, sex where tongues, mouths, dicks, and lips would thrust and
rub and kiss and lick and glide everywhere.  Tommy clicked with this scene
in a major way; his dick was so wonderfully hard and thick in his hand.

Tommy was having the best jerk-off session of his life, drunk on these
revelatory images of male passion.  The pages could have all been blank,
though, and by now Tommy's super-charged libido would have projected the
exact same erotic scenes on them.  This is the sex he'd been secretly
craving for years, he knew.  Whatever frustration and uncertainty he'd felt
the past couple days had evaporated in the raw heat of such frank male
desire.

Suddenly there was a hard, loud banging on his door, totally startling
Tommy out of his swirling, hot reverie of gay lust.  Shame and terror
immediately rushed back over him.  Who the fuck is this, he thought, heart
suddenly racing not with sexual arousal but terror at being found out.

"Chance, dude, lemme in!" yelled a voice.  "I'm horny as fuck, dude.
Please!"

What the fuck, Tommy wondered, still nervous and shaking.  Whoever it was
pounded again, louder, and Tommy got up, helpless to do anything but answer
it.  His mind was a fevered blur.  But he knew he had a raging, dripping
hard-on, so in a blind, nervous panic, he covered it with the first thing
he could think - the porn mag he'd been holding - as he rushed to open the
door.

Tommy was dumb-founded when he swung open the door.  He'd readied himself
for the worst (the RA, maybe), but he never thought he'd see a gorgeous,
naked boy sporting a hard-on as thick and wet as his own.  It was as if a
page from Chance's porn mags had come to life.  It was Kyle, the boy who
lived next door.

When he saw Tommy was nude, too, he broke into a sly, knowing grin.  He
glanced down to check out Tommy's dick and saw it was covered.  Kyle was
hip enough to note at a once that Tommy was covering his cock with a copy
of DUDE, a gay porn mag he'd peek at every now and then in the magazine
store off campus.  He looked up at Tommy and smiled even more broadly.

"Damn, so you and Chance are both gay!  That's so cool!  Probably makes it
a lot easier to have dudes over, huh?"

"But - ."

"I see you're horny as hell on a Sunday morning, same as me.  Listen,
Tommy, I came over to see Chance.  He up yet?"

"No, Kyle.  I mean, he's up, but he's not here.  It looks like he didn't
even sleep here last night."

By now, Tommy had relaxed into the extremely pleasurable possibilities of
this encounter; it was almost as if his newly-blossomed elemental male
passion had willed it.  He wouldn't waste this shot like he did the scene
in the sauna.  He threw the stroke book on the bed and motioned for Kyle to
come in.  Now that he had his bearings, Tommy was suddenly very into being
naked and hard with this sexy soccer stud.

"I'm not sure where Chance is or where he was last night," Tommy went on.
"Our team bus pulled in around 2 in the morning, and I crashed as soon as I
got back to the room."

"And don't tell me," Kyle said slyly, slowly, 'innocently' stroking his own
long thin seven inches, "you woke up with a hard on, from dreaming about
all those hunky hockey studs you were with all weekend."

"Not far from it, dude," Tommy laughed, pulling on his own hard meat, too.
He was amped; he and Kyle were gonna get it on, he could feel it.  He was
gonna lose his gay cherry right here and right now; he was as keyed up as
an excited kid's first visit to a whore-house.

Kyle, also craving hot action, and being just a tad more experienced in
boy-sex, took the lead.  He went up to Tommy, pushed his hand off his dick,
and replaced it with his own, stroking up and down on the hockey-jock's
long, thick, glistening rod, while he said softly, "Tommy, I came over to
suck on your room-mate's incredible cock again.  Fuck, I been dreaming
about it all weekend.  But I'd love to do yours, if you'd like."  He bent
in and gave Tommy a quick, hot kiss, then stroked the stubbled side of his
lean, square jaw, and ran his hands through that long thick blonde hair,
all the while teasing Tommy's long, hard shaft.

"Fuck, Tommy, you're so beautiful, so fucking cool and macho-looking.  You
and Chance are like the best-looking guys in the dorm.  It's so fuckin'
cool you're into guys, too, Tommy, cause it'd be such a fucking shame to
deny this hot body to the dudes who can really appreciate it."  Kyle bent
in and gave Tommy a hot, hard soul-kiss, stroking his cock now as if he was
trying to squeeze the cum right out of it.  Tommy wrapped Kyle in his
strong biceps and pushed their bodies passionately close.  Kyle returned
the embrace, delighting in the feel of Tommy's hard, solid nakedness.

Tommy's head was in a wonderful whirl of pure, hot boy-lust.  Time seemed
to have slowed to a crawl.  There was no past and no future.  All he knew
was he had both arms around an incredibly good-looking boy, and he was
rubbing his lean, firm body up and down, paying especial attention to that
sweet, smooth, luscious ass, while their bodies - more importantly, their
hard, wet cocks - were pressed tight against each other, and their mouths
were hungrily mashed together.  It was as close to ecstasy as Tommy had
ever been.  He wanted nothing more from sex right now than this moment -
along with the promise it held of the pleasures yet to come.

He stroked that smooth, round ass over and over, his dick seeming to jump
in excited spurts at the thought of getting in there.  He dared to part
those delicious cheeks and poke his finger around.  Tommy's deep male
instincts were taking over.  "Mmmm, Kyle, you are so fucking beautiful.
Dude, you think I can have this ass?"

"Oh fuck yes," Kyle purred, using his ass to clamp down on Tommy's fingers.

Tommy kissed him tenderly, then just smiled at him.  He'd never really paid
attention to how gorgeous Kyle was.  Such a sweet, angelic face, framed by
all that curly brown hair.  And what a nice lithe body.  Tommy remembered
he saw a bottle of something on the table by Chance's bed, where he got the
magazines.

"Lemme get something," he said shyly, a little embarrassed at the force of
his lust, and then he walked over to the nightstand.  Kyle kept stroking
himself as he watched that bulky, beautifully proportioned frame saunter
across the room, ass globes swaying so sexily.  Right above each cheek
there was a sexy dimple that Kyle just loved.  Tommy was in such killer
shape.  he could lick and suck and worship that body all day.  And that
gorgeous blonde hair swaying as he walked.  What a fine-ass stud, he
thought.

Tommy picked up the vial, and sure enough, the label said "Clove Oil Anal
Lube."  Sounds like just what the doctor ordered, he grinned, taking to the
gay scene with a boyish enthusiasm.  As he walked back toward his part of
the room, he saw Kyle's dreamy, appreciative stare.  It made him conscious
of his body: every hard muscle felt under his control.  He knew how hot his
abs and torso looked as he slowly paraded back to Kyle.  His big bony feet
and powerful calves, Kyle must love those.  He stopped and did a few poses,
flexing his biceps, then rubbing a nipple sexily with one hand.

"OH YEAH!  Fuck, are you hot!"  Kyle whooped; then he jumped onto Tommy's
bed, wiggling his ass at him, that lovely, ripe ballsac jostling sexily
along with his ass.

Tommy glanced down and saw his hard stiff prick jut up proudly; it felt
like a tool he could do anything with.  And he knew just what he wanted to
do.  He'd never wanted a fuck more in his life.  The thought of Kyle's
sweet, smooth ass as his dick stroked in and out was madly intoxicating to
him.  Through his mind shot a quick realization: with girls, there was
always some nervous uneasiness, some worry about performing.  Now, as he
walked up to that beautiful, luscious boy, sprawled out there now on his
bed, he felt totally centered.  He stopped at the edge of his bed and
stroked his cock up and down to lube it up with the pre-cum that was
pouring out of it.  He looked down at Kyle with a mixture of passion,
gratefulness, lust, and sheer joy.

"Aw shit," Kyle moaned, "look at that beautiful, hard piece of boy-meat.
Lemme just kiss it and lick it a little before you fuck me with it, Tommy.
My mouth is so hot for a taste of that beautiful stud-cock."

Tommy smiled as he straddled his muscular hips over Kyle's chest and rubbed
his hard, wet straining dick softly across Kyle's lips.  The luscious bliss
on Kyle's face as he played his lips across Tommy's cock-tip and shaft was
yet another in a series of incredible new turn-ons for the young hockey
player.  It felt to him like pieces were falling perfectly, beautifully,
into place.

Kyle looked up at this blonde stud, his long hair framing his face so
sexily.  He had to say something to him before he took that luscious meat
in his mouth.  He played a finger up and down the shat as he said, "You
know, Tommy, sex was never this hot before Chance and his boyfriend let me
play around with them.  Used to be, I'd play with a girl's tits, get my
rocks off in her cunt, and that was that.  But now, with boys, it's like
unbelievable.  My nipples, my tongue, my mouth, my lips, my cock and balls
and ass.  Everything is so fucking alive and tingling.  It's like I've gone
from black and white pictures to technicolor movies.  Aw shit, I fucking
worship this cock!"

With that he slurped that hard wet prick into his eager mouth.  Tommy
immediately heaved a loud gasp, "OHH YESSSS!  AWWWWW FUCK!"  I made it, he
thought to himself, then dissolved into sensuality.

Kyle smiled to himself, it was so cool to get another guy off, especially
when it was such a turn on for him.  To give pleasure and get pleasure at
the same time - it seemed like such a perfect equation.  He loved sucking
cock, loved the feel of a hard wet shat in his mouth.  'Oral gratification'
was a term he'd heard in his high school psych class, but he really knew
what it meant now.  He sucked up and down on Tommy's cock, swirling his
tongue around as he went.  He'd stop at the top and tongue the piss-slit a
little, then trace the crown tenderly.  Then he lapped his tongue up and
down the underside while he gently tickled Tommy's ballsac.  In the back of
his mind, he heard Tommy voicing variations on "OH, KYLE!  Dude, that's so
fucking fine!  OH YEEESSSSS!  Don't stop, Kyle!  Oh please, bro, that's so
fuckin' fine!!"

On one of his downward licks of that beautiful shaft, Kyle stopped, ran his
tongue down on Tommy's balls, and traced all around them, eliciting new,
even stronger moans from the blonde stud.  He sucked one ball, laving it
with his tongue, then the other, repeated this a few times, enjoying the
wet, sloshing sound, and then he got back to business on the shaft.
Finally, his ass was just too tingly.  He drew off that moist hard meat
with a deep, aching need that trumped any regret.

"Fuck, man," he gulped breathlessly, "lube my hungry hole, Tommy, then feed
me this hard beauty now, OK?  I'm so fucking hot for it."

Tommy was only too happy to comply.  He grabbed the bottle, pausing a bit
as he stared dreamily at his first ass.  God, what a beauty.  He'd noticed
earlier, as his fingers had played in the fold of his ass, that Kyle was
shaved smooth, like the guys in the magazine.  He traced a finger up and
down it again now, longingly.  Oh fuck, he was gonna savor this first time.
He bent in and licked tenderly with his tongue, tracing it, too, up and
down.  He started alternating kisses with licks.  He was so damn excited,
after all these years of digging guys' hot asses, to have his first one
here in front of him, spread out before him like a platter, for his utter
pleasure.  He worked his tongue in: fuck. did it feel right, all tight and
wonderful.  Kyle cooed lustily, "Mmmmm, fuck me, Tommy!  I've gotta feel
that hard meat up my ass!"  So he raised himself and worked some lube
around in the hole and on his dick.  Oh yeah, he said, as his dick seemed
charged with wonderfully expectant energy, this is the fucking way to go,
all right.  This is what was meant to happen in bed.

It wasn't about gay or straight, he thought to himself as he worked Kyle's
hole open with one hand and, with his other, played with that hard, thin
cock and those floppy balls.  It was about hot, sexually charged boys, with
deep bodily desires.  Needing real sex, knowing what each other wanted: sex
that was raw, rugged, hard, deep, wet, luscious.  That window in the sauna,
Tommy realized, watching excitedly as Kyle's ass relaxed open, was a
sign-post, pointing out a land he had only day-dreamed about: the secret
country of young male desire, where guys got together to give and get what
they needed so badly - bold, unashamed, full of passionate longing, able to
express their needs and desires so beautifully.  Tommy felt so alive here,
so lucky to be here at last.

"Oh God, Tommy, please, now, please.  I can't stand it any more!"

Tommy set down the bottle.  The feeling coursing through him was amazing.
For the first time in his life, he felt like a total stud, like a
fully-charged sexual being.  His cock looked longer, thicker, harder than
ever.  For the first time ever, his cock was being called for, achingly,
hungrily; it was really desired, not just tolerated.  Kyle's ass looked
like the sexiest thing in the world, like the most perfect fit for his long
thick prick.  He slowly brought his cock-tip to that widened hole.  Kyle
helped him work it in.  It was awesome to watch; again Tommy felt like
crying.  Every fiber in his body tingled to feel his cock work itself in
slowly, tightly, but surely.  Both boys gasped with incredible, deeply
physical pleasure.  Their cries blended into a beautiful praise-hymn of
young male love.  Soon, Tommy was fucking his first boy's ass, rejoicing in
this new world of sex.  His dick fit in so tightly, but not too tightly.
Kyle clearly wasn't uncomfortable, as that ecstatic expression told him.
The lube and their skin made a sexy little gloppy noise that Tommy loved.
Each time he pushed in, he went in farther, loving the feel of Kyle opening
up to him totally.  His ass was so sweet, it was like it was embracing him,
welcoming him.

At first, Kyle lay back and luxuriated in the sensation of a fuck from such
a hot stud with such a hard cock.  But then his almost instinctual
ass-wriggling and dick-clenching spurred him on.

"Throw my legs up on your shoulders, Tommy, and lemme ride this hard
fuckin' cock o' yours!"

Tommy grinned and did.  There was nothing he wouldn't do for Kyle now, he
was a slave to that wonderful boy and his perfect ass.

Sure enough, the fucking got even hotter.  Tommy was able to penetrate a
little deeper, hitting Kyle's ass from a new angle.  And the feeling of
that lithe, muscular soccer stud riding his cock was indescribable.

"Aw, Kyle, fuck, man!  This is the best fucking sex I ever had!"

Watching Kyle's hard dick and full ballsac jostle and bob around as he was
fucked was so fucking cool.  Tommy licked his fingers, getting them good
and wet - a sight Kyle loved - and worked the boy's shaft and balls.  It
was so damn exciting to have another boy's cock in your hand.  It was the
most intimate thing in the world, it seemed now to Tommy.  More intimate,
even, than fucking; after all, there was a reason they called a guy's cock
his 'manhood,' right?  It was like his identity.  Tommy's mind was a
bright, excited blur of masculine love and lust right now.  It was all just
dazzling.  He stroked Kyle hard and fast, to match the rhythm he and Kyle
were into, to match the excitement coursing through him.

"I'm gonna shoot, dude!" Kyle yelled deliriously.  "OH, TOMMYY - !!"

Watching the cum spurt from Kyle's dick, landing all over both their abs,
and feeling that tight, hard ass-clench on his dick as wave after wave of
pleasure shot through the boy, was enough to send Tommy into his own
mind-wrenching orgasm, one that seemed like it had been building for days.

"OH YEAH!!!" he cried over and over, pumping load after load into the
incredible boy's ass, feeling yet again as if sex had just been revealed to
him.  "AWW FUCK!! HOW FUCKIN' GREAT!!!"

It was those cries of Tommy's that made both boys miss the sound of the
dorm-room door opening.

But they weren't so blissed-out on physical passion that they didn't hear
that familiar whoop, "Boy Howdy, Tommy!  I thought we wuz s'posed to tie a
scarf onta the door-knob to prevent each other from walkin' in on scenes
like this.  Though, I gotta admit, I sure am glad you forgot the scarf
today!"

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