Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2005 11:34:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alien Culture 17 (gay/college)

The Alien Culture Project, part 17
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER:  Contains depictions of gay sex.

Chance woke up early at Wyatt's that morning, a little disoriented from
being in new surroundings.  When he got his bearings, his mind and body
were flooded with fond memories of the fabulous sex the night before.  He
lay there, slowly stroking the hefty length of his thick cock as it
sprawled down along his thigh, replaying some of the erotic scenes from the
previous evening.  Shit, his sex life had gone from a joke to a dream.  And
the incredible frequency with which he was having it lately was just
incredible.  He sure was learning about the deep sexual hunger of most
guys.  Damn, it seemed, three four times a day know he was getting his
rocks off with other fine-ass, horned-up dudes.

It kind of reminded him of the past several years back home in Yellow
Branch, and how often through the day, it seemed, he pushed his body to the
limit - he'd wake up at five and do an hour or so of chores; then school,
where there'd be gym class; then practice after school for whatever sport
was in season, including weight-training; afterwards, he and his buddies
would hang out in the gym for some pick-up basketball; then maybe he'd
throw the football around with his dad after supper.  It's no wonder my
body has gotten good-lookin', Chance thought, with all that exercise every
day.  Now, the same thing's happenin' with sex.  Damn, he thought, maybe
this'll make me some kinda he-man, love-makin' stud.  Whatever, he sure did
like it.

Speaking of which, his young cock sure was getting aroused.  He'd become
aware almost immediately upon waking that the big custom-made bed was
emptier than it had been the night before, when all four of them had been
coupling so hungrily.  Reed was still there, though, asleep next to him,.
He could hear noises from somewhere in the front of the loft.  They sounded
like kitchen noises - dishes, pans, things being taken from the fridge,
water running - so he assumed Wyatt and Jesse were fixing breakfast.  It
filled him with pleasure, reminding him of waking up back home, his mom
making biscuits and pancakes and eggs and sausages and coffee - a big farm
breakfast for when his dad and him came in from doing the morning chores.
What a long way he's come from Yellow Branch, he grinned, looking around
this beautiful loft and then ogling the gorgeous young male model he was so
pleased to call his lover.

He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at Reed, naked and alluring
amid the beautiful, expensive bedclothes.  Damn, did this boy ever turn him
on.  Still stroking his now fully hard cock, he traced around Reed's lips
and forehead, saw a slight smile emerge on that beautiful face, and then
leaned down and kissed him, softly, but with the underlying, insistent need
of a horny young college boy.  Reed put his hand on the back of Chance's
buzz-cut and returned the passion, lips and tongues pressing wildly against
each other.  After they broke their kiss, Reed began to stroke his
boyfriend's long, thick, veiny prick, teasing the foreskin back and forth.

"Mmmmm, this sweet prick of yours knows what I want.  A nice morning fuck.
Christ, I'm horny," he moaned hoarsely, as he teased Chance's prick
seductively, smiling slyly as he felt the precum ooze out of the head, "and
there's nothing I like better than this long, thick, gorgeous piece of meat
up my ass.  Mmmmm, fuck me, dude."

"Your wish is my command, master."  And Chance dove for that smooth tan
ass, licking and rimming with lip-smacking gusto, while sensuously stroking
Reed's hard cock.  Sex in this elegant artist's loft, amid these gorgeous
sheets and plush pillows, seemed even hotter and more thrilling - like they
were being naughty children.  Soon, Reed was nice and open, and Chance
raised up, dick hard, eager to begin pumping.

"No, wait," said Reed, voice all husky with sleepy morning lust.  "Lie
back.  I wanna be on top."

"As you wish, O Sexy One."

Chance lay back, and Reed straddled his cowboy's strong, cut, muscular
hips.  First he swirled his tongue all over that beautiful uncut head,
lapping up every bit of Chance's jock-honey.  Then he let his long, lapping
tongue play wetly all over the shaft, getting it all spit-slick so it could
give his hungry ass a real reaming.  He jiggled Chance's big, floppy nutsac
a little, to get his cream stirred and frothy.  Then he mounted his cowboy.
He felt behind him for that thick, stiff prick and worked the tip of it
into his hole, a loud, contented sigh escaping his lips as the sex began.
He wriggled and scrunched his ass down on that long, luscious fullness
until he was totally impaled on its deliciously firm thickness.  He just
sat there and shifted his ass around, loving the feel of his lover so deep
in him.  Then he began to work his butt sensuously up and down, loving the
serene smile that spread across his young jock's sweet, stubbly face.

"Damn, I feel like a cat in heat this morning.  I just want to bounce up
and down on your shaft till I fuck the horniness away."

"Use me, dude.  My fucking pleasure."  Damn, Chance thought to himself, as
he watched his beautiful blonde stud work his lean, muscular body on top of
him, you look like a cat, all hard, rippling muscles, moving with such
fucking grace.  Almost feminine, Chance thought - so fuckin' sexy.  He lay
back and sighed in deep, quiet ecstasy.

As he slowly rocked and writhed on his gorgeous stud, Reed reached down and
massaged those big, cut pecs, tweaking Chance's hard nips till the boy
groaned in painful pleasure.  God, he thought, I will never get over how
perfect this boy's body is.  Suddenly a shadow of doubt crossed Reed's mind
- could he hold on to such a young adonis, or would some real stud come and
snatch him away?

"You wish it was Wyatt's ass you were fucking, Chance?" he asked, working
those nipples and riding that cock.

"Course not," Chance gasped, the sensual bliss having all but overtaken
him.  "Why?  You wish it was Jesse's dick in you?"

"I'm just a little jealous, I guess.  He's such a fucking stud, your
coach."

Chance stroked Reed's legs tenderly, sensually, and looked into the boy's
eyes.  "Don't ever be jealous, Reed.  No one in my life's ever reached that
place you have in me.  Fuck, man, I can't believe you even give a hick like
me the time of day.  I'm so damn grateful to have such a cool, smart,
gorgeous, perfect guy to share my life with.  I'm yours, dude, till you
throw me out."

He brought both his hands over to gently work Reed's bobbing dick, adding,
"And please don't sweat all the foolin' around with other guys, man - even
Wyatt.  It's just gettin' my rocks off, nothin' more.  Just a night out
with the boys, nothin' more.  With you it's love, man, you know that.  You
tell me to stop and I will, hon.  Course, I'd rather not - if it's all the
same to you!" he grinned.

Reed smiled, enjoying both the tender pillow talk and the incrediblly hot
fuck.  He was riding that long thick shaft like he'd never ridden a cock
before; his ass felt heavenly.  Chance was the finest lover he'd ever had,
he knew - not just the best cock and the best body: he had such a tender,
exciting spirit.  "I guess I knew how you felt, dude," he purred.  "Never
hurts to hear you say it, though."  He leaned back on his arms and bounced
his ass roughly on Chance's tool, loving every spot that huge dick hit.
Chance played even harder with that gorgeous, tan cock he loved so much -
he wet one finger and brought it over to that teasing, winking cock-head
peaking out at him from under its foreskin.  He worked his finger below the
hood and played it over the head a few times then dug around in the
piss-slit, while he held the shaft and jostled Reed's balls with his other
hand.  Both boys were lost in deep, masculine carnality, oblivious to
everything but their raw sexual longing.  They didn't even hear Wyatt as he
entered.

"Damn, now that's a sight gets an old guy's cock hard pretty quick.  I was
just gonna come in and wake you two sleepyheads up for breakfast, but I see
Reed's already stuffed - and he ain't even ate yet!"

"Shut the fuck up and get your ass over here, old man," Reed moaned, in a
daze of lust, afire at the thought of that hot older stud joining them
again in bed.

Wyatt laughed, stripped off the jock he was wearing, and got on the bed.
He kissed Reed hungrily, rubbing that smooth young body all over, then
presented his ass to Chance and his dick to Reed.

"Oh, we're having sausage this morning, huh Wyatt?" Reed asked slyly.  He
licked his lips and took that big uncut beauty in greedily.  Chance had his
head raised and proceeded to tongue the hot hairy hole of his wrestling
mentor, while kneading those firm, muscular glutes.  Wyatt grabbed Reed's
head and pressed it hard against his dick, face-fucking him with all the
powerful, smoldering need in him.  But Reed wasn't kidding about feeling
like a cat in heat.  He matched Wyatt's lust, grabbing his balls and
twirling them as hard as he'd tweaked Chance's nips a moment ago.  He loved
that huge, flesh-covered cockhead of Wyatt's; it felt full and electrifying
in his mouth.  And he got off on the fact that he would be able to have
this older stud creaming in about a minute.

Wyatt was in heaven, having these two gorgeous young boys servicing him
like this.  He knew his sex drive was far more than his own lover could
handle, so it was a thrill to have these hot young horndogs to play with,
rather than his right hand.  He got into a deep erotic rhyhm, pressing his
big dick deep into Reed's mouth, then arching back onto Chance's tongue,
all the while his muscular hips were wriggling sensuously.

The scene on the bed was Wyatt, pistoning into Reed's mouth and back onto
Chance's tongue; Reed, bouncing and working his ass on Chance's hard pole,
while he slobbered and sucked up and down Wyatt's juicy length; and Chance,
driving his dick deep into his boyfriend's ass and jerking his lover's
cock, while he rimmed the hot, hard, hairy hole of the most hard-core stud
he knew - the three of them were a perfectly synchronized machine of pure
male lust.  These were men - young and older - who knew their deepest
animal needs - and far from being ashamed of those needs, they embraced
them, shared them, celebrated them, revered them; they lived for moments
like these when they could wring every last drop of pleasure from them.

First Reed came, from the combination of Chance's dick-stroking and
ass-reaming; then Chance erupted, his cock loving the orgasmic clenching of
his lover's well-fucked ass; and finally Wyatt sprayed all over Reed's
face.  The three were awash in the thick, creamy juices of masculine
ecstasy.  When the older stud shot his last spurt, he just sat back
luxuriously on Chance's face, slowly working his muscular ass over the
moist lushness of the boy's hard, thick tongue.

"Keep licking that ass a little more, stud.  Feels just too damn good to
stop."

Reed sat back and gazed at the scene: it was so damn sexy watching Wyatt
work his ass on Chance's hungry mouth - not just his incredibly cut torso
writhing and rippling, but that thick, luscious, flesh-hooded cock bouncing
and jiggling on top of that big, man-sized ballsac.  Reed stroked himself
while he watched Wyatt grow hard again.  Soon, Wyatt's long uncut shaft
stood fully erect, hard again and ready for boy-ass.  He shot a glance at
Reed with that steely, commanding glint of his.  Mesmerized, Reed shifted
over, kissed that roughly-bearded Marine-stud face all over, rubbed his
hard hairy body worshipfully, then sat his smooth, shaved boy-ass down on
Wyatt's huge, hard dick, while he kept hugging and kissing the handsome
older jock.  Reed licked the stubbled, manly jaw and neck of Wyatt
sensually all over as he delighted in the feel of that hard stud-cock
filling his guts - bigger, even, than Chance's enormous tool.

Wyatt worked his ass obscenely on Chance's tongue.  He pushed hard and
wriggled his athletic hips like crazy, while he thrust in and out of the
cute stud bouncing on his lap, loving the feel of his long hard shaft in
such a tight, cum-slick hole.  They kissed like they were long-lost lovers,
tonguing and lapping and moaning in lust.  Male sex couldn't get any better
than this - that was the primal thought running in variants through all
three of them.

The writhing, snorting sex machine they formed was now working in
overdrive, ready to throw a rod or bust a joint.  Reed cried out and spurt
all over Wyatt's abs, then Wyatt shot, pumping three thick loads into
Reed's already-filled ass.  Afterwards, he and Wyatt bent down and finished
Chance off, both of them tonguing and lapping all over his gorgeous cock
and balls.  They collapsed on the bed and rubbed cream lazily over each
other's hard, rippling muscles.  Wyatt felt about fifteen years younger,
sporting with these young pups like this.

Their lust sated, they had a quick shower and, the boys still naked, but
Wyatt back in his jock, enjoyed the breakfast of cormeal waffles with
blueberry sauce Wyatt had prepared.

"Where's Jesse?" Reed asked, scarfing down his last bite, ravenous after
such hot, athletic sex-play.

"In here!" the missing partner shouted.  "Be out in a sec!"

When he finally emerged, as they were all finishing the dark, thick
espresso Wyatt had made, Jesse had with him two huge, framed photos.  One,
for Chance, was a picture of Reed, taken earlier, when Jesse had awoke.  It
showed Reed's beautifully lean, butterscotch-colored torso, luminous in the
early-morning light that poured through the loft's windows, a sheet sexily
draping one thigh, and his thick, full cock lying lusciously back against
his lower abs.  Chance was stunned: "I'll be beating off to this first
thing every morning.  It's so fucking beautiful, Jess."

For Reed, Jesse had printed one of Chance's porn poses in leather harness.
This shot showed Chance, torso beautifully accented by the tight leather
bands, with his face in the most angelic throes of youthful sexual bliss,
clasping his gorgeous, dripping cock. It reeked of young masculinity.  It
was one of the most erotic things Reed had ever seen, especially in the way
it showed this wonderful tension between innocence and experience.

"Goddamn, what a fucking photo, Jesse," was all the dry-mouthed Reed could
muster.

"Thanks," he said, "I love it, too.  I'm gonna feature this one in my next
show," and then he turned to Chance, "if it's all right with you?"

"Shit, yeah, Jess.  I'm flattered as hell."

It was only then that the obvious dawned on Reed.  "Jesse, these photos
must be worth - what, a couple thousand each?"

"They're worth whatever people pay for them.  That's not important.  Think
of them as souvenirs," Jesse said shyly, secretly pleased his gifts went
over so well.  Both boys continued to ooh and aah over these incredible
works of art.  "Oh stop, please!  It's just something to celebrate the
wonderful new friends Wyatt and I made this weekend.  I'm sure Wyatt feels
just like I do - it's wonderful that we're now in each other's lives."

They kissed, hugged, and made excited plans to do Sparta again next weekend
(and party at the loft afterwards).  Everyone's dick got a little hard in
anticipation.  Wyatt added in his shy, gruff voice, "You boys got any
friends'd like to come party with us four - well, the more the merrier,
right?"  His dick was twitching in his tight jock-pouch at the prospect of
a boy-crazy orgy next weekend.  He had fantasies of the place packed with
naked young hotties, all eager to take his huge hard cock.

"We'll see what we can do, you old pervert," Reed laughed, but equally
excited for the scene he knew Wyatt was drooling over - hot young studs
sucking and fucking and kissing and stroking all night in this gorgeous
pleasure-palace.  Damn, he thought, Jesse's camera'd be clickin' all night.
Truth be told though, Reed thought, I'd be satisfied with simply another
fuck or two from Wyatt - what a skilled fucking cocksman.  And too fucking
hot-looking.  Watching him move through the loft in that jockstrap had
given Reed a permanent semi.

Then Wyatt got out the calendar, and he and Chance set up their workout
schedule for the coming week.  They decided on Tuesday and Thursday
afternoons, since wrestling practice was Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
They decided they'd meet at the loft, in Wyatt's workout studio, for their
first training session, and see how that went.  As Wyatt pencilled in the
date on his calendar, his cock grew fat and full with the knowledge that a
sessioon of hard training session then hot fucking with this gorgeous young
boy was just two days away.  Jesse was gone most afternoons, so they'd have
the loft to themselves.  He gave Chance a spare key, saying, "Here, case I
ain't home yet when you get here.  This is the key you'll need for the back
door.  Then it's just the elevator to the top floor."

Then Wyatt was seized with an inspiration.  "Why'nt you come over after
we're done training Tuesday, Reed?  Say six?  I'll make dinner for us all."
Wyatt knew his dick must be all hard and wet and obvious in his jock, but
he couldn't help himself.  His mind was awash with thoughts of getting all
hot and hard and sweaty with Chance, watching that incredible body put
through its paces, then pumping a few loads into that hot young stud; some
man-play in the shower afterwards; and then dinner and more sex, only with
Jesse and Reed in the mix.  It was just too fucking wonderful a prospect.
Wyatt had a sudden image of himself as a prize bull-stud, long dick
waggling as he bounced from one breeding session to another.  He was as
giddy as a kid in a whorehouse to think of the new sexual possibilities
afforded by his young wrestler and that fine-ass boyfriend of his.

"Sounds great, Wyatt.  Thanks," said Reed, giving Wyatt's cock a squeeze
when Chance and Jesse weren't looking.

"Reed, give me a hand wrapping these photos, will you?"  Jesse asked.

When they got into his studio, Jesse hugged Reed close, licking his ear and
whispering, "I'm doing calendar page proofs on Tuesday.  The printer is
right near campus.  Maybe we can get together for a long lunch?"

"Hell yes," Reed panted, licking Jesse's little beard from chin to lips,
then giving his a deep soul-kiss.  "The first official meeting of our
Mutual Consolation Society, huh?"

They made excited plans to meet at Reed's dorm room.  Then Jesse wrote out
a check for Chance - eight hundred dollars.

Chance was astounded.  He'd never seen such a sum on a check before.  He
immediately made plans to give most of it to his folks, saving some for a
wild spree with Reed.  He thanked Jesse with teary sincerity, but Jesse
just smiled and said, "I'm getting ready for a new show.  I told you I want
at least that picture of you; I'll see how the rest look when i print them.
If they're as hot as I think, I'm thinking maybe I'd like to do another
session with you, so there's more of this if you're interested."

"Fuck yeah!"

They all swapped email and cell phone information, Jesse gave each of the
boys a copy of his calendar for that year, and then, after more kissing and
hugging, Chance and Reed took a bus back to campus, both incredibly high on
life, love, and their marvelous new friends.  They got off at the campus
stop and walked across the quad, carrying their incredible new artworks.
Chance walked Reed to his dorm, where they hugged at the door.  They
decided to take a break from each other because they each had homework to
do, plus Reed had some errands to run.  They planned to hook up again at 7
PM.  Chance wanted them to do dinner and a movie.  "A real doggone date,
dammit!" he insisted.  "With lots of kissing and hugging and hand-holding
and shit.  Like what young lovers are supposed to do!"

"Damn, you are incredible," Reed laughed.  Oh fuck, Reed thought, I cannot
lose this boy.  I am so daffy in love I can't stand it.  They kissed again,
deep and hard, while rubbing each other's stiff young pricks, secure in the
knowledge they'd be enjoying them later.  Then Chance headed back to his
dorm - tired, hard, and happy.

But his tiredness seemed to evaporate when he saw the scene back at his
place: his sexy-ass neighbor Kyle, in bed with Tommy, his room-mate, whom
Chance had never suspected was gay.  It was clear both boys had just had
sex - Tommy's dick was moist and gleaming, and they lay there stroking each
other lovingly.  Chance had thought he was fucked out from last night and
this morning, but suddenly he was hard and rarin' to go again.  This was
just too innarestin', he said to himself.

"Damn, you two look like you been havin' some fun," he said shyly, his dick
now visibly straining all down his left thigh.

Kyle, his fingers playing through Tommy's long blonde hair while the beefy
hockey stud's fingers traced a sexy pattern across his abs and balls, gave
Chance a big smile.  "Whyn't you shuck those sexy-ass jeans, let that big
thick cock o' yours out, and join us, bro?"

Chance was on the bed in a minute, and the three boys fell into the sweet,
innocent joys of eager, boyish lust - tongues and hands and lips a blur,
dicks wet and straining with the hard excitement of youth.

"Dang, Tommy," Chance panted, "I didn't know you was into dudes."

"Makes two of us, bro," Tommy smiled, kissing his gorgeous rooommate on the
lips, so damn excited to be able to let his lust for him flower at last.

Then Kyle pulled Chance on top of him.  "Mmmm, I gotta eat this hard,
smooth jock ass o' yours, Chance," he moaned.

Chance, on his knees, straddled Kyle's face, and the youthful soccer stud
began to make love to his ass.  Chance squirmed and writhed on the boy's
tongue and mouth; it was like a kind of deeply intimate masculine kissing,
Chance thought - another dude kissing you hot and heavy in that sensitive,
utterly male spot, oral and anal gratification blending in erotic bliss.
Chance stretched back and grabbed his ankles, so he could groove his ass
down even more intensely against Kyle's fevered mouth, lips and tongue.

Seeing Chance stretched out nude, his muscular torso rippling with power,
and that huge cock and ballsac jiggling around like a lure, was too much
for Tommy.  Soon he was right there, letting his hands play across the
smooth, hard beauty that was Chance's torso and thighs.  First, he did
something he'd been wanting to do with another dude for a while - he
scooted up close to Chance, took his hard cock in his hand, and pressed his
own dick right up against it, ballsac to ballsac, shaft to shaft, then
jacked them together.  Chance's guttural moan was like an echo of Tommy's.
He jacked for a while, still walking through these scenes of boy-on-boy sex
as if he were in a crazy dream.  He stared down at Chance's dick,
tantalized.  So long, so thick, so veiny, and that sweet head just poking
out, framed perfectly by the foreskin.

Soon a big gob of precum started to build on that sweet cockhead.  Tommy
let go, backed up, then he dove in.  He grasped that long, thick hardness
and brought it reverently to his face.  He kissed it, full of tender
gratitude, as if it were a precious, lost object returned too him.  He
delicately lapped up the sweet precum, savoring the incredibly addictive
tatse.  Then he rubbed his face across that beautiful cock, making low, wet
guttural hums of passionate devotion to it.  His own cock throbbed with a
kind of glee.  He'd never been so mind-blowingly turned on from sex before.
He felt a glow and energy in him that was overwhelming.

It came like a revelation to Tommy: on a bed, with 2 other finely-built,
passionately hungry young men, all indulging in the sweetest, most intense
sex possible: there was no place he'd rather be and no other sex he'd
rather have.  His mind flooded with a future of lean, muscular boys and
hard, juicy cocks.  Tommy's dick grew hard and firm and ripe in the sudden
knowledge that he was not bi, he was gay; it came over him in a wonderful
rush, filling him with a shuddering excitement that almost made him cum.
He kissed Chance's cock again; it had become a symbol of all men for him,
and he silently pledged his sexual devotion to it. He took the big,
flesh-hooded head in his mouth and taught himself to give head, sucking and
licking with every ounce of his newly renewed passion for sex.

Chance was in ecstasy.  His ass, always so sensitive for as long as he'd
started pleasuring himself, had been making incredible love to Kyle's
mouth. He'd been pressing and wriggling, tensing and untensing his
butt-cheeks, loving the way Kyle met his every mouth, in such wet sloppy
abandon.  And then Tommy had joined them, being so tender with his dick.
And now, the hockey jock's hot, wet mouth was lapping up his cock.  Damn,
thought the young stud from Yellow Branch, this is pretty fucking fine.  He
rubbed his smooth slick crack against Kyle's mouth and tongue, trying to
get that tongue up as far as it would go.  He was fucking his ass on Kyle's
hot tongue.

Kyle and Tommy, meanwhile, were rubbing their own hard cocks together as
they worked on their beautiful friend.  These randy young boys were like
bold sexual explorers, discovering the exact shapes and limits of this
awesome new realm called male desire.  They had just found that you could
pleasure someone, while they were being pleasured by another; meanwhile
those two could have exquisite sexual pleasure themselves.  The
possibilities seemed so endless they were mind-boggling; they wanted to
experience them all, all at once.

When their sexual abandon was spent, the three cum-covered boys decided to
wash up. They strolled to the showerroom naked, holding towels casually at
their side, arms around each other.  A series of dorm-mates, either naked
like the three boys, or wearing a towel or boxers, stopped the boys
occasionally as they made their way to the shower room.  It was immediately
obvious to the other students that these three hunky jocks were gay, the
way they were stroking each other's shoulders or asses or abs as they
talked.  The straight boys on the floor grew incredibly excited by these
gorgeous, utterly masculine hunks, so blatantly flaunting their
homosexuality.  They, themselves, had of course each had many gay-curious
fantasies, as every boy has.  But now to be naked and intimate with such
beautiful advertisements for boy-on-boy sex - it was fucking heady, indeed.
They all looked for any reason to prolong the easy-going conversation, eyes
jutting down to drink in gorgeous uncut dicks, smooth firm asses, and lean
chiseled abs.

Chance and his friends, meanwhile, loved all the frank male camaraderie
with the other dudes in the hall, as it meant more naked and near-naked
boys to cruise.  There was something about good-looking, well-built,
nicely-hung guys naked together: their dangling, aroused penises took on a
kind of separate, interested life of their own; their dicks became keenly
aware of each other, curious, interested, excited to know each other, touch
each other, explore each other, compare, nuzzle, fondle each other, rub up
against each other - their young cocks were like playful, excited dogs,
wanting to romp together in rough abandon.  The three gay jocks felt it
strongly, of course, but so did the other boys.  It surprised them, how
turned on they were by just a casual encounter in the hall, how erotic it
was to be so close with those gorgeous boys, but not a one of them didn't
head back to their dorm rooms immediately afterwards, achingly hard and
desperately curious, and, either as they lay on their beds or gazed in
their mirrors, stroke off to a hard-core, cum-drenched, gay fanatsy,
thinking next time - fuck, would that be hot or what, but shit, did they
have the balls - they'd maybe be daring enough to make a move . . .  And
they all knew, deep at the core of their sexuality, that if any of those
three gay hunks had made even the slightest pass at them, they'd have been
on their knees, sucking gratefully, asses itching for a long thick dick.

After their shower, they sat on Tommy's bed and talked excitedly, sharing
their thoughts on their new gay lives.  Chance told the other two the story
of meeting Reed and how his natural urge for guys just erupted that night -
he spared not one juicy detail.  Kyle and Tommy stroked each other as they
hung on every word.  Kyle let Chance know how profoundly their time
together the other day - in fact, the whole night before even, listening to
him and Reed fuck while he jerked off longingly -- affected him, and how he
came sniffing around their dormroom that morning, a new slave to dick,
hoping for another tatse, finding Tommy instead of Chance.  Then Tommy told
of the scene in the locker room and his horniness at that, and then finding
Chance's porn, and his mind-boggling pleasure when Kyle showed up.

Chance explained some of the research he'd been doing for his English
paper.  He told about the Greek philosophers who thought that, originally,
people were double - with four arms, two heads, four legs; and how they'd
angered the gods, so the gods split them in two; and how the Greeks felt
that life, then, became a strong drive to mate up with your lost double -
so guys were the most deeply satisfied by other guys, and women by other
women.

"That sure as hell explains my sex life for the past couple years," Tommy
laughed.  "I always felt the women I was with were probably lesbian at
heart, they seemed so damn disinterested."

"For real," Chance said.  "Plato's got this book, the Symposium, it's
called.  And he says how we pursue our lost halves.  For him, boys who
loved other dudes were the most manly of men.  They had the deepest,
noblest kind of love."

"Damn, dude," Tommy shook his head, "I thought since the beginning of the
semester you were just some corn-fed hick from the sticks.  Shit, man, you
sure fooled my ass."

They all laughed, and each went on to confess how long they'd each secretly
been checking boys out, how often they'd guiltily beat off to fantasies
involving other boys, and how convinced they'd been that no other boy in
the world had such filthy thoughts.  They each told of the favorite photos
they would beat off to in high school - gorgeous guys from fitness mags or
the hot studs in underwear ads.  It was such an incredible rush for Tommy
and Kyle - Chance had gone through this already - to have their primal,
pent-up homoeroticism given full rein, transformed now from secret guilt to
proud pleasure.  A scene like this - horny and intimate with a couple other
good-looking guys - was suddenly no longer a matter of repressed desire and
shameful j/o fantasies later.  It could take its natural, beautifully
satisfying course.  They could now be frankly and honestly sexual with each
other guys; they could explore every single one of their deep, young,
masculine desires.  Their cocks felt full, throbbing, alive, ready as they
listened to each other.

As they shared their erotic secrets, they watched each other's randy dicks
grow hard, and soon the three of them had fallen into a daisy chain of hard
jock-cocks and hungry young mouths.  Tommy blissed out at the feel of
Kyle's sensuous, loving mouth on his dick, as well as the sound of Chance
raunchily chowing down on Kyle's cock.  He looked at Chance's long, thick
cock again longingly.  Sticking straight out from those hard, cut thighs,
it was about the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen - long,
perfectly-shaped, with those wonderfully lickable veins pulsing over it.
It was made to suck, Tommy felt.  He approached it with a sweet, thrilling
passion, first feeling it tenderly with his big, rough, bony hands.  He
could barely hear Chance moan as his fingers traced over it, that's how
riveted he was by that incredible rod.  God, there was such power and
erotic energy in a dude's cock, he thought, especially such an awesome
prick as Chance had.  He bent his head down and took that wonderful hunk of
boy-meat in his mouth.  A loud moan escaped his mouth as he savored another
taste of what he knew would be a steady diet of hard jock dick.

He swirled the big, flesh-covered head with his tongue, over and over, as
if he were expressing his gratitude to it for being in the world.  Then he
lappped up and down the long underside of the shaft, letting his fingers
play over the tip and ballsac.  Oh fuck, he thought, this is erotic as
fucking hell.  Chance's Greek shit sure sounded on the money, as far as he
was concerrned: there was no sex that could possibly be as satisfying as
another dude with a long hard cock and a nice tight hole.  Tommy now knew
why the idea of cockplay held such secret allure to him: according to
Chance, it was deep bodily pleasure, firmly ingrained in the male psyche.
Made total sense.  When a guy was aroused, he was aroused way down in the
core of his being, in his cock.  How wonderful to finally get in touch with
those deep, masculine desires.  He took as much of that long, firm flesh in
his mouth as he could, letting his head bob up and down, sucking, while he
wriggled his tongue all over that glorious rod.  He wanted to bring as much
pleasure to Chance as he could.  He wanted to watch that strong, powerful
cock erupt in load after load of sweet, creamy boy-juice, then he wanted to
rub that thick cream all over his face and chest.  He wanted to sanctify
himself in male desire.

The three boys were in the deep, pure pleasure-zone of youth there on the
bed, sucking and being sucked, playing with balls, stroking thighs and abs,
purring and moaning on top of all that sweet, moist lapping.  At one point,
Tommy, whose big bony foot had been stroking Kyle's ass-crack up and down,
worked his big toe against that tight little pucker, letting Kyle know,
shyly, how much he wanted to get back in there.  Kyle moaned loud and deep
at the touch, a deep body-moan of primal longing, and wriggled his ass
sexily against that toe, answering Tommy, telling him just how much he
wanted the same thing.

Tommy could feel his balls tighten from the luscious workout his dick was
getting.  Soon, he felt thick spurts of boy-cum ooze in warm waves into
Kyle's hungry mouth.  Chance stepped up his ball- and ass-play, along with
his sucking, and Kyle shot next.  Then Kyle came over to help Tommy working
on Chance's wet, glistening beauty.  He laved the ball-sac and worked
Chance's smooth, hard crack, while Tommy kept up his hot mouth action.
Chance, his mouth lusciously full of Kyle's sweet cream, moaned in utter
bliss.

"OH FUCK, you two!  This is so hot!  To have two beautiful studs workin' on
my dick and ass like this!  Aw, it's too fuckin' much.  It's just heaven,
bro's!"

He pressed his ass firmly against Kyle's tongue, begging it go further and
further up his hole.  Kyle obliged, all the while fondling Chance's nuts
and stroking Tommy's cheek as it bobbed up and down on that huge prick.
Soon, he felt Chance's ballsac tighten.  He gently nudged Tommy off
Chance's dick, so the two of them could watch that gorgeous stud-cock
shoot.  It was like a religious rite for them to see Chance's thick white
cream spurt and ooze, like a sign from the gods that they were pleased.  He
and Tommy scooped up what they could and fed each other this wonderful
balm.

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