Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2005 12:41:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com>
Subject: alien-culture 5 (gay college)

The Alien Culture Project, part 5

by Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

Chance got back to his dorm after the calc review about 4:45.  He stripped
off his clothes and grabbed a beer from the dorm fridge.  Damn, he felt
good.  What an unbelievably magical time this has been.  And in an hour or
so, he was gonna see Reed, the guy who initiated him into this wonderful
new life.  No, that's not really it, Chance thought, as he sipped on his
beer, idly playing with his nutsac and scoping for hot-looking guys out his
dorm window.  Reed had just got him in touch with himself, nudged him on
track.

His dick got harder as he played with himself.  He took a long swig of
beer.  Damn, it had felt good being in his body these past two days.
Everything was humming.  Sex was no more a frustrating puzzle.  It was the
wonderful gift he'd always believed it could be.  He drained the last of
his beer and flexed his biceps.  Yeah, he felt good!  His cock had such a
nice tingle to it, almost like he could feel his balls churning around down
there, working up a nice big batch of cream for tonight with Reed.  He
stroked his dick lovingly.  What pleasure this thing gave him, and gave
other guys, too.  He fingered his ass a little.  What a wonderful sense of
fulfillment his sweet little pucker allowed him.  Fuck, it was great bein'
a young guy.  'Young, hung, and full of cum,' the guys on the team back
home used to tease him, when they noticed his long thick dick dangling in
the locker room or showers.  He never really clicked with that phrase
before; now he thought it fit perfectly.

Chance spent time figuring out what to wear to Reed's tonight.  Reed loved
him in jocks, so he picked out a good one.  It was his favorite old jock, a
Duke - white, but with a very soft waistband that really hugged and
accentuated his hipbones.  Plus the pouch was so soft and worn, it was
almost obscene how well-outlined his big dick looked.  "Damn, Taylor, you
can tell what religion you are in that thing!" Coach barked out a couple of
weeks ago when he saw Chance in it.  Coach - why was he not surprised to
find out that hot stud was into guys?  Sexy locker room fantasies came
true, Chance found out earlier today, so maybe one of those
stud-coach-and-hot-jock-get-it-on fanatasies might actually happen with
Coach and him.  Damn, could Chance ever get into that!  Oh well, Chance's
whole sexual future glittered brilliantly before him now, with anything
seeming possible.

He found a pair of work jeans he thought looked great on him, that hugged
him around the hips, showing off his quads and ass beautifully.  He stared
at himself with the soft white jock plastered around his waist and the
jeans hanging down low and tight around his hips.  Yeah, Reed should dig
this.  For a shirt, he threw on what he thought was his sexiest
wife-beater, very tight and very short.  Chance kinda winced as he
remembered that this was the shirt he used to wear, along with a tight
white jock, when he'd pose in front of the mirror to get himself hard
before he had one of his mammoth jerk-off sessions.  He loved how it hugged
his abs, showing every ripple and crease, and stopped right about at his
belly button, so that his hard, flat lower abs were exposed. He'd see
himself in that undershirt, and a nice tight jock, and he'd be hard and
dripping almost immediately.  He'd stroke and look and feel and caress and
rub and finger until he got so hard he couldn't stand it, then he'd shoot
and shoot in that wonderful, creamy release.  He shook his head, sort of
stupified to think he didn't have to resort to that as his main sex outlet
any more.  But damn, he laughed, how the hell did it never occur to him
before that he was gay, with that sort of stuff occupying such a huge
percentage of his day!?  Anyway, he bet Reed would love him in such skimpy
underwear.

He chose his short, tight, black leather vest to wear over his wife-beater,
cause it was too chilly for just a skimpy T.  He thought it was the sexiest
thing he owned, really showed off his massive upper arms well.  He kept the
top couple of buttons unbuttoned.  He'd take it off very soon after he got
to Reed's, probably, but on the other hand, Reed just might be into
leather.

But before he got dressed, there was something he wanted to do.  He grabbed
his shaving kit, one of Reed's stroke mag's, and headed for the john down
the hall.  Once there, he opened up the magazine to a page with the picture
of a stud that had been obsessing him ever since he'd first leafed through
this mag.  The dude had the same kind of lean, muscled mass Chance did,
only this dude had trimmed away his pubic hair and shaved it into a nice,
sexy ridge about a half-inch above the base of his cock.  Chance didn't
have much hair, so it was easy to trim and groom it there in the john.  He
clipped it kinda short, then sculpted his patch with a razor.  He shaved
the few straggly hairs on his balls, too, so his scrotum was now a nice big
silky sac, and then squatted down and did his ass.  He rinsed and patted
dry and felt down there.  Oh yeah, smooth as silk.  Reed's tongue could
glide all over there tonight.  He wished he had a hand-mirror so he could
see how hot his shaved pucker must look.  Reed is gonna love this, he
thought.  He stepped back and looked at himself in the mirror.  Another guy
came in to shave his face, but Chance paid him no mind.  He was too busy
admiring how hot he looked.  His hard, cut expanse of lower abs now seemed
accentuated, like they were just begging to be licked; and of course his
cock, already a thick dangler, was even more sexily pronounced.  Yep, he
grinned at himself in the mirror, you'll do just fine, dude.  He looked
over to see the other guy's gaze glued to his cock.  Chance smiled
good-naturedly at him, and gave his thick meat a shake.  He grabbed his
shaving kit and porn mag, and whistled out the door.  Back in his
dorm-room, he threw on his clothes, then headed over to Reed's, stopping on
his way to pick up a six-pack.

Reed, meanwhile, had spent a lot of the afternoon getting ready for Chance.
He'd picked up a twelve-pack of Beck's earlier, on his way back to the dorm
from his marketing seminar.  Then he spent time transferring the wrestling
photos to his computer.  He couldn't believe how hot they were.  He had
lots of Reed and Brock, of course.  A couple incredible ones of their naked
torso's, a few choice ones of Chance's thick dick snaking around under that
singlet, and a great series of the two boys half-wrestling, half-fucking
that looked like the photo gallery from a porn DVD.  As he'd hoped, the
ones of Coach putting the moves on Chance, pressing his crotch into
Chance's ass while stroking his arms and shoulders, turned out hot as hell.
There were lots of the other boys stretching, lifting, and wrestling (lots
of biceps and butts, Reed realized - oh well, can't fight my fetishes!).
It was interesting to see the typical athletic photo shoot seen through
such a gay sensibility as his own.  No straining grimaces, no cool escape
moves, no cornball scenes of wrestling match triumph - instead, he was like
the Degas of the mat-room.  For Degas, the drama wasn't the actual ballet
performance, but rather the small, sensual moments before and after: the
ballerinas putting on tutu's, stretching, adjusting each other's dresses,
undressing backstage.  That's what Reed dug: the stretching, the private
moments of wrestlers dwelling in their hard bodies, helping each other with
weights, feeling each other's muscles, patting butts, then the undressing
later.

And so, of course, there were the locker room shots.  Chance wouldn't know
about what happened when Reed hit the locker room after practice with all
of the team there except Brock and him.  A lot of the guys were pumped,
saying, "C'mon, dude!  You haven't really got a full set of practice pic's
unless you get us in our jocks and in the shower!"  They laughed and teased
him, amateur exhibitionists hoping to shame him into it, but Reed was only
too happy to oblige.  He started shooting guys at once; he got them
stripping off their singlets, standing around in jocks, peeling off those
jocks, scratching and fluffing their now-freed dicks, walking to the shower
with their cocks swinging and bouncing, and finally hard young bodies
soaping themselves.  There were even a few photo's of some mock-gay
horseplay as a couple guys pretended to fuck their team-mates from behind.
Reed was worried about some of those shots coming out, in the steamy mist
of the shower, but they were all incredibly clear and hot as hell.

He organized the photos, stroked his hard-on a little (but not too much, he
wanted to save all his cream for Chance tonight), and then went through his
clothes to figure out what to wear.  After trying on a bunch of his hottest
clothes, he decided to go with a little variation of the 'outfit' he wore
(or, rather, was caught in) last night - namely, his underwear.  It might
have been such a turn-on for Chance to see Reed lounging around the dorm in
just underwear, that might have explained why Chance was stoked enough to
do that strip-tease, so why not try it again?

Besides, Reed - thinking of every angle - had another reason why he wanted
to wear as little as possible tonight.  They were going to order pizza for
dinner, and Reed REALLY wanted to flirt with the pizza delivery guy.  He
was about a year or so older than Reed, and shit, was he hot.  The guy was
a real surfer-jock dude, with long, dirty blonde hair that he wore in a
sort of loose variant of dreads.  Sexy as hell.  Looks-wise, he was a total
A&F coverboy, definitely an ex-college jock.  Reed'd never seen him naked,
of course, but he looked like he had that jock build.  He was tall, and
Reed had noticed he had big hands and big feet.  His plan was for the pizza
stud to see Reed in briefs and Chance either naked or in a jock when they
answered his knock.  With Chance there with him, flashing that wet-dream of
a body, if this dude was into boys, something hot could very well happen.
Reed was hard again just thinking about it.

So Reed went through his underwear to pick out his sexiest stuff.  He
decided on a couple pieces of the new 2(x)ist stuff he'd bought last week:
he chose a square-cut tank, which had those thick, sexy shoulder straps
that came in a little farther than the average tank, showing more of his
pecs, and was also lower cut in front, again flashing more flesh.  It was
very tight, so Reed could bunch it up to right above his belly button and
it would snugly stay there.  Then he pulled on a very, very short pair of
low-cut nylon briefs, very see-through, showing his tan, uncut meat
beautifully.  It had a thick, low-riding waistband with the 2(x)ist logo
boldly printed in front and back.  Damn, did he look good in them.  Oh
yeah, dude, you're gonna be fuckin' tonight.  He took them off, placed them
on his bed, and showered and shaved (face, pubes, and ass) to get ready.

He dried off, and then got the wrestling practice pictures all queued up on
his computer.  For mood lighting, he flicked on just the desk lamp and lit
some candles throughout the room.  Then he put some throbbing, bass-heavy
reggae dub on low (one of his favorite soundtracks for hot, steamy sex) and
lit a couple sticks of sandalwood.  He gelled and spiked his blonde hair,
which he thought looked so good against his tan skin.  Finally, he put his
new underwear on.  A big grin spread across his face as he looked at
himself in the mirror: fuck, do you look good, he thought.  He especially
liked seeing that his nice, fat, uncut dick, worn sideways, was so
alluringly visible in those skimpy nylon briefs.  That big ol' country boy
is gonna be putty in your city slicker's hands.  Tomorrow was Saturday; he
was hoping Chance's curfew didn't hold for the weekend cause he definitely
wanted them to spend the night together.  He wanted to fuck all night with
Chance, then wake up tomorrow morning, have more hot sex, and maybe do
breakfast together.  Disgustingly domestic, maybe, but it seemed hot as
hell.

He was nervous, at loose ends, like a schoolboy before a first date, so he
popped the top on a Beck's.  As he sipped it, he thought about Chance.  The
whole thing seemed like a country song: trying to love a rolling stone or a
ramblin' man or something corny like that.  He'd fallen hard for this young
stud, but he knew that Chance was too into the exciting rush of gay sex now
to even think about an exclusive relationship.  Truth to tell, though, Reed
was kinda too into sex to think about an exclusive realtionship himself.
But he hoped Chance and he could form something, some kind of 'home base'
of a relationship, one allowing for dalliances, sure, but having a strong
central bond of deep physical and mental love that could grow and flourish
over time.  Aw hell, he laughed, as he drained his bottle, dream on.  That
little corn-fed hottie is so fucking randy he just wants to hop from one
dude's bed to another now.  Oh well, enjoy the fun with him while you can.
Reed knew when he looked back on his college career, this 'Alien Culture'
project was going to loom large as a true high point.  Still amped, he did
a quick one-hit of pot in his bathroom - not enough to get high, just
enough to give him a kind of heightened body-buzz.  He wanted every sexual
moment he'd spend with Chance to be the most intense it could be.

A few minutes later, Reed heard the knock on his door.  Taking a deep
breath, adjusting his thick cock, checking out his hair, and making sure
his tank hugged his torso just right, he opened the door.  Chance's eyes
bugged out.

"Holy fuck, do you look hot!  Damn, Reed, I'm gonna bust a nut just lookin'
at you.  That's the hottest fucking underwear I've ever seen."

The two boys embraced hard and hot, then locked lips furiously.  In the
back of his mind, Reed noticed there was some foot traffic in the hall, but
he could care less; he was just so amped to have Chance here, and people
seeing them just added some spice.

He hustled Chance in the room, guiding him by that firm, hard ass, and they
hugged again, starving hands groping up and down each other's hard bodies,
one hungry tongue lapping the other.  Chance had his big, rough hands under
those skimpy shorts, one hand stroking in front, the other digging in back.
Finally they broke for air.

"Oh shit, Reed, I'm so damn happy to see you.  Damn, have I missed you!"

"Even with Brock?"

"Even with Brock and Cain."

"Cain?!"  Reed was ornery now.  "Who the fuck is Cain."

"Oh, it's nothing.  Tell you later."

Chance stripped his jacket off.

"Nice vest," Reed said, raking his eyes over his hard-cut stud's muscular
perfection, covered by a tight little piece of soft, black leather, showing
a little bit of undershirt underneath.  Chance unbuttoned the vest, and
shucked off his jeans.

"Now, we're kinda like twins!  I see we both had the same idea for sexy
outfits tonight!"

"Oh, Jesus Fuck!" Reed cried, as he drank in the perfection of his
muscle-stud in just a tight little wife-beater and this soft, revealing
jock.  Reed stared at the jock-pouch, mind and dick starting to tingle at
the sight of Chance's long, thick cock bunched up down there.  He moved in,
grabbed those hard, jutting hipbones, and pressed his own half-hard dick
against Chance's pouch.  He rubbed teasingly against Chance's cock, and
then the two studs got serious. They each grabbed a handful of the other's
ass and ground their cocks hard against each other.  Middle fingers of each
boy's hands were rubbing hard up and down in the other's ass-crack.  Reed
kissed Chance along the neck, then licked his collar bone.  Chance
whispered hot into his ear, "Aw fuck, stud, it is so great to be with you.
Damn, dude, we have to fuck all night."

"Can you stay?" Reed asked hopefully.

"No, but I was hoping you could come back to my room later and stay with
me.  My room mate's gone for a couple days.  Please, man, spend the night.
I wanna go to sleep with your cock pressed against my ass.  I wanna wake
you up by sucking you off.  I wanna fuck you in the shower tomorrow morning
after we've creamed all over ourselves in bed."

They were grinding rock-hard dicks against each other now, tips dripping
with pre-cum.

"Fuck, man, you'd have to have a six-inch steel door to keep me out of your
room tonight."

Chance whooped, "YEAH!  Reed, this'll be so hot, our first night together!
Let's not go to sleep.  Let's stay up all night, tryin' all kinds of
love-makin' - fucking and sucking and tonguing and licking and stroking and
kissing!  How many times can you cum in one night?"

"I think my record is four, but I'll sure give it the old college try to
break it tonight."

They kissed more, giddily amped on the other's company, each other's body,
each other's desire.  Finally, Reed pushed Chance away.

"OK, how about a beer?  We should call for a pizza soon, and then I wanna
show you the pictures from this morning.  Think you're gonna like 'em.
Plus, we gotta plan tomorrow night, the club."  Then Reed cracked up.  "You
know, tomorrow night was supposed to be YOUR experience of an alien
culture, but I don't think it's too alien to you all of a sudden."

"No, man, it is!  Shit, I never been to a place where everyone was gay.  I
am anxious as hell to go, excited as fuck.  It's kinda like my official
coming-out party.  I feel I can really be myself tomorrow, around a whole
bunch of hot dudes who got the same mindset as me.  Really, man, can't tell
you how much I'm lookin' forward to it!"  Then, as he did some crazy kind
of cross between line-dancing and the electric glide, he added, "I am gonna
back my fuckin' ass up tomorrow night!"

"Cool, dude," Reed laughed at Chance's exuberance.  "You'll love it, I
guarantee.  I'm gonna take you to this totally hot muscle club downtown.
Everyone there is gonna look almost as good as you."

"Sweet!"

"OK, whaddya you like on your pizza?" Reed asked, as he opened a couple
Beck's.

Chance had taken off his jock and T and hopped on Reed's bed.  He lay back,
his big bulky upper torso resting against a bunch of pillows, long thick
cock resting irresistibly full and plump against a thigh.

"Fuck, dude, you shaved!" Reed cried.  "Oh shit, does it look good on you!"
He went in close and traced his fingers along Chance's newly groomed pubes.

"Got the idea from one of them stroke books you borrowed me.  I'll let you
in on a little secret," and here Chance's voice got low and whispery, "I
mighta done my ass, too!"

"I can't fucking wait, dude.  But first, let's order the pizza.  What do
you feel like eatin' tonight?"

He smiled a shit-eating grin, all the while ogling Reed in his sexy, skimpy
underwear.  That beautiful dick: through the nylon, he could see the tip
poking out of the foreskin.  Damn, he wanted that thich meat in his mouth.

"Man, I'd just like to eat your sweet, tan dick, and drink your cum all
night."

"Dude, will you please chill, already?" Reed laughed, as he poured a little
beer on Reed's hardening dick, cracking up the young boy.  "We gotta have
some food so we can stay up all night, right?  Besides, I have a special
reason for wanting to order pizza quickly that I think you might enjoy."

Reed explained his plan with the pizza guy, and Chance was psyched.  So
they phoned in an order (green olive and onion), and then Reed had him come
over to the computer to check out the photos.

Chance stood in back of Reed, idly stroking his face, tousling his hair,
and rubbing his shoulders and upper arms, as Reed clicked through the
photos.

"Damn, these are hot!  Shit, man, you sure got the gay, masculine energy
bubbling under the surface of our practice."

"That's what I wrote in my field log, how a scene like wrestling is sort of
a way for society to take homoerotic energy and normalize it, legitmize
it."

"You lost me there, dude."

Reed laughed at the difference between a college senior and freshman.
"OK," he explained, "sorry.  What I mean is males growing up in our
culture, right - well, most of 'em, I'd say - have strong desires for other
males.  Only social pressure or whatever works against that desire.  Sort
of marks it as wrong, bad, aberrant."

"Exactly!  That was my problem.  My brain was shorting out my desire; my
conscience was canceling my cock.  SHIT, this is so hot!"  Chance came upon
the one of Coach fondling his own cock through his sweatpants.

"That's him watching you and Brock.  Your coach is gorgeous, by the way."

Indeed, with his brown hair buzzed close and neatly trimmed stubble of a
beard covering his strong jaw, he was a hard, early-thirties bear of a man.

"And let me get his dick more close-up, you can see he's got a real piece
of meat down there."

Reed clicked it so you could see Coach sporting over 7 inches of thick,
semi-hard wood.

"Damn," said Chance, as he stroked his own cock, which was now hard and
jutting up.

"Anyway," Reed went on, getting them each fresh beers, "there's these
situations provided by society - like sports, like the military, what have
you - where guys can have a sort of offically OK outlet for their desires
for other males.  What I think we're gonna show in our project is that
there ain't a dime's worth of difference between your wrestling practice
world and my gay club world."

"No shit, man. I think you hit that right.  Fuck, Brock and me were crusing
each other like it was a hot gay club."

"Exactly.  Here, check these out," and he clicked to the locker room and
shower scenes.

"Holy fuck, I can't believe it!  Look at those guys stripping for you,
showing off their dicks and puttin' their asses right in the camera.
Lookit Tor!  He's stroking his dick!  Unbelievable!  This is so hot!  Holy
shit, Alex and Danny are cupping each other's asses as they walk to the
shower!  Dude, you gotta make me a set of these!"

"I'll burn you a CD.  Here, look at the stuff in the shower."

Chance was really jerking off now.  Reed slapped his hand away.  "Dude, I
said chill.  We got all night.  Save your seed, man.  Just let this get
your juice churnin, OK?"

"All right, all right," he said, and settled down to see the rest of the
pic's.  "Shit, I guess I woulda done the same damn thing if I didn't know
you and you came to take pictures.  We're all such exhibitionists on this
squad.  First locker room I ever been in no one ever wraps a towel around
themself goin' to and from the shower.  Plus, Brock told me half the team
is gay, including Coach."

"No doubt, dude, but I bet it's more than half.  I bet some guys are still
in the closet."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Oh shit, it's the pizza guy!  OK, put your jock back on and remember the
plan."

He gave Chance a minute to wriggle back into his jock, then adjusted his
dick in his thin briefs and opened the door.

"Whoa, dude!  D'I catch you gettin' dressed or somethin'?" the delivery man
asked, eyes glued to Reed's crotch.  "Fuckin' sexy underwear yer sportin'
tonight, dude."

Reed drank in the hot-looking guy.  Same sexy dreads, same blue eyes, same
charming smile.  He was wearing a flannel shirt, first few buttons undone,
and a hemp necklace, which rested across the hard mounds of his pecs.
Jeans, of course.  By this time Chance had come over, in just his jock.  He
sidled up next to Reed, and put his arm around his lover's shoulder.

"Jesus, guys," laughed the delivery guy, "is this a dorm room or a locker
room.  Damn," he added, eyes feasting on Chance's cut, muscular perfection,
"you are really built, bro.  Really developed."  And then his eyes zeroed
in on Chance's big thick cock bulging in the jock's worn mesh pouch.
"Fuck, beautifully developed."

"Thanks, man," Chance smiled.  Then he reached his hand down from Reed's
shoulder and casually started tracing a circle around one of Reed's
nipples.  "What's your name, dude?"

"Blaine, man.  Blaine Anderson," he answered, but his eyes were locked on
Chance's tit-play.  "Shit," he laughed nervously, "you guys are too fucking
hot."

Reed and Chance both laughed.  "Come on in, dude," Reed smiled, "while we
find some money."  Blaine brought the pizza box in, eyes drinking in every
drop of those two hot studs.

"Grab a seat.  I'm gonna have to look pretty hard to find some money, I'm
afraid."

"Fuck," said Blaine, leering the two boys lasciviously, "you two are
lookin' pretty hard already."  He put the box on a side table.  "So you
guys ordered olive and onion.  Funny, I'd think you guys would be more into
meat."

Chance laughed.  "You like meat?" he asked, stroking his thick cock
suggestively through his thin jock.

"Damn straight, dude.  I'd love a coupla pieces of meat right now."

Reed came over and watched as Chance lowered his jock.  "Dig in, dude."

Blaine ripped his shirt off and shucked his jeans (no underwear).  The boys
looked approvingly as his semi-hard 8 inches of cut dick bounced into view.
Not to mention his lean, muscular body.  Blaine drank Chance in one more
time, saying, "Damn, I been fantasizin' somethin' like this ever since I
started this job.  Hookin' up with some of the hot jock muscle on this
campus.  This is too hot, dudes."  Then he was on Chance's dick, sucking
him off like a seasoned pro.  Chance moaned in deep delight and ran his
fingers through Blaine's thick dreads.

Reed, by this time, was out of his tank and briefs.  He inched his dick in
and stroked the wet tip lightly against the side of Blaine's face.  Blaine
pulled off Chance and got to work on Reed.  Meanwhile the two boys kissed
and fingered each other's tits as Blaine took turns on their dicks.  Reed
nibbled on that puffy lower lip of Chance's he loved so much.  Things got
wet and luscious as Blaine brought his drooling mouth from one to another
of the stiff, young pricks.

He paused for a minute and looked up at the two boys.  "Oh fuck, is this
too fuckin' much!  Two big uncut college-boy dicks!  Damn, I'm gonna lap up
every drop of your big jock loads, dudes!"  He went back to work, now
jacking himself hard as he alternated sucking the boys' cocks.

Reed and Chance were lost in a haze of lust.  They kept kissing and
tonguing each other; Chance had kept up the tit-play, while Reed had
reached around to finger Chance's ass.  "Mmmmm," the young stud purred
while Reed's nimble fingers played in his crack.

Blaine was eager for some cum, so he started tickling the boys' ballsacs,
taking time to moan while lapping dick, "Oh these big, low-hangers you
dudes have.  I love 'em like that.  Fuck, you two gotta be the hottest
studs on campus.  Mmmmmm, Jesus."

Reed's assplay, combined with Blaine's expert cocksucking, and just the
whole crackling, erotic electricity of the scene, had Chance ready to cum.
"Oh fuck, Blaine.  You want some jock cream, here comes a load, man!  Get
ready!  OH!"  As he shot, Reed pressed a couple fingers hard on his
prostrate.  "OH FUCK!" Chance yelled.

"Oh yeah!" Blaine gurgled as Chance erupted into his hungry mouth.  He made
scrumptious, wordless noises of mouth-watering delight as his mouth filled
with spurt after spurt.  He swallowed a little, almost choking in eager
pleasure, and then let the rest collect in his mouth.  He smiled up at
Chance when the young stud finallly stoppped pumping out his load.  He
licked his lips, some cum leaking out, and swallowed what he had in his
mouth.  Then, he wiped off every drop from his blonde beard-stubbled face
and licked his fingers, smiling in delight.

"Aw fuck, do you taste good, dude!"  He got back to Reed, who was
twitchingly hard and ready for more oral action.  "Fuck, you two," Blaine
smiled, "call again next week for delivery and you guys can fill my ass
with these gorgeous stud cocks."

"Why the fuck do we have to wait till next week?" Chance asked, rubbing his
hands across Blaine's smooth, muscled glutes.

"OH SHIT YES!!" Blaine cried.  "You fuck me with that horsecock, dude,
while I finish off your bud.  This is too fucking much, dudes!"

Chance got Reed's lube and worked Blaine's hole open while Blaine went back
to work on Reed, humming in eager anticipation.  As Chance fingered the
older stud, watching the hot scene of Blaine's dreads bouncing as he gave
Reed a incredible blowjob, Chance grew hard.  Finally, when his dick was
straight steel, and he could get three fingers into Blaine's wriggling ass,
he slipped his cock in slowly but surely.  Blaine pulled off Reed for a
second to cry, "Ooooh yeah, you feel big as fuck up there, man!  Fuck me
hard, dude!  I love it!  I'm a total bottom for a big hunky cock like
yours!  Damn, haven't had a good hard fuck by a nice big cock in too damn
long!"  He got back to Reed, slowly moving his ass in time to Chance's
growing rhythm.  Once he could slide easily back and forth, Chance grabbed
onto Blaine's hips and started pistoning him.

"MMMMFFFFFF!!" Blaine cried out appreciately, mouth stuffed with cock.  He
rocked back harder and deeper onto Chance's cock, urging the boy on to
harder, faster pumps.  Soon, Chance was long-dicking Blaine beautifully,
his muscled hips and hard ass making him a strong, fluid cocksman.

Reed was in heaven, getting a great blowjob while he watched his boyfriend
throw his surfer-dude fantasy a very hot fuck.  "Dudes, this is so fucking
hot!" Reed cried out, voice thick with lust, right on the edge of cumming.
His eyes were glued to Chance's ripped torso.  He reached down and tweaked
Chance's nippples.  Chance grinned, but was totally into ramming Blaine's
ass.  His cock felt so damn good in this surfer-stud's willing ass.  Reed
kept twisting his nips, watching that long thick dick go in and out of
Blaine's hard ass.  Suddenly, it was too much.  "Uhhhh," he cried as he
came in thick white spurts.  Blaine moaned in pleasure and gulped down
another hot load of college-boy cum.

Reed pulled out, and Blaine threw his blonde, dreadlocked head back in raw
animal pleasure.  "OH YEAH, DUDE!!" he screamed, "FUCK MY ASS WITH THAT
THICK, HARD MEAT.  FUCK, WHAT A STUD!!  WHAT A STUD-COCK YOU GOT!"

Reed scooted down behind Chance and started rimming his lover.  "OH YEAH!"
Chance cried, pausing for a minute to soak in this wonderful new sensation,
then returned to his long, firm thrusts, Reed's tongue keeping pace
beautifully.  Chance reached around and jacked Blaine.  "DUDE, OH YES!!"
Blaine cried, hands free now to brace himself on the floor and pound his
ass back eagerly on Chance's athletic thrusts.  They were a gorgeous
fuckmachine of hard, young flesh.  Chance, on his out-thrusts would press
his ass hungrily into Reed's mouth, then he'd shoot hard into Blaine's ass,
big jostling ballsac banging against the blonde's thighs, all the while he
was giving Blaine an incredibly sensual handjob, grabbing the balls,
stroking the shaft, playing roughly with the tip.  Finally, Blaine shot, in
a cry of almost sobbing ecstasy, and then Chance pressed in deep for his
last thrust as he exploded his second load of the night, this time into
Blaine's well-fucked ass.  All 3 boys fell in a heap, panting in tired
ecstasy.  A few minutes later, in a mass of kisses and hugs, Blaine was
dressed and out the door, with excited plans to repeat this scene often.

Reed and Chance looked at each other when the door closed, smiling like
kids who'd just pulled off some incredible prank.

"Dude, that was so fucking hot!" Chance marveled.  "You sure as fuck had a
plan there, man."

"Yep, sure did," Reed smiled smugly.  "C'mon, let's take a shower, then
have some pizza.  I'm fucking starved.  Then we can head for your place.
By that time, I should be ready to fuck that sweet ass o' yours."

"Sounds like a fucking plan, dude."

They soaped and rinsed each other in the shower, each boy eager to work
over every inch of the other's beautifully smooth muscles.  "You know,"
Chance mused at one point, "goin' gay, you really find out how many hard,
hungry guys there are out there hot for some action, dyin' for some dick.
It's innarestin', don't ya think?""

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