Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 10:33:48 -0800
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alien Culture 19 (gay/college)

The Alien Culture Project, part 19
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER:  Contains depictions of gay sex.

Troy reached the others and fell in next to Brock.  Chance, who was walking
alongside Ash, put an arm around the younger boy's shoulder as they headed
to the parking lot.

"This is pretty chill, huh?" Chance asked, letting his hand rest casually
on those smooth, nicely formed delts.

Even such minor physical intimacy sent an electric thrill through Ash; he
knew it was just some friendly, frat-brother, college-jock thing, but it
still felt cool as hell.  Like he was one of the big boys.

"Yeah, man," he said, flushed with excitement.  "It's so cool to meet dudes
like you, older guys who are so good-lookin' . . . I mean, uh, who look
good . . . you know, athletes . . . in such good shape."  Shit, calm the
fuck down, Ash thought to himself.

Chance gave Ash another friendly pat, this time on the butt again, which
pleased Ash enormously.  And then Chance just left his hand there, which
Ash really dug because it showed Chance felt comfortable enough with him to
keep that masculine connection together as they strode through the lot.  It
was like a 'big brother' thing that Ash, an only child, had never had in
his life.

"Dude, it's cool you appreciate how in shape Brock and I are, but don't
sell yourself short, y'know?  You're in excellent shape.  Look at these
guns, dawg," Chance said warmly, feeling the smooth, lean hardness of Ash's
upper arms.  Ash was tingling all over now; he felt his young cock getting
hard again.  It was such a fucking rush for him that this jock-idol thought
he was nice-looking and cool enough to hang with.

Chance's hand returned casually to Ash's ass as he shepherded him through
the lot to Brock's Jeep; fuck, Ash thought, this is so fucking cool.  See,
it's good to be around these older jocks.  They were showing him how
un-self-conscious and physically intimate young athletes are supposed to
be.  Ash saw baseball players and football players patting butts all the
time.  That's the way he wanted to be with his team-mates - comfortable
with being physically close, comfortable with each other's good-looking
bodies.  Lots of times he's wanted to give Troy a friendly pat on the butt,
but he'd always thought it might seem weird - gay, maybe.  But obviously,
judging from Chance, it's not.  It's what the college-jock studs do.  Ash
tried to kind of relax his ass into Chance's hand, to let him know it was
cool with him.

"And not only that, bro," Chance added, marveling again at the sweet,
androgynous beauty of Ash's smooth young face, "but you're handsome as
hell.  Wish I looked as hot as you do.  Fuck, dude, you must have to beat
'em off with a stick."

"Aw, not so much, man," Ash blushed.  "I sorta can't figure girls out, you
know?"

"Tell me about it, dude."  The hand was still there; Ash thought he might
swoon, it felt so fine.  He really dug this Chance guy: he seemed so
fucking warm and friendly, and so damn masculine.  He just exuded an aura
of cool confidence and ease that Ash lacked, an aura that Ash found
. . . well, sexy, dammit.  Chance was the kind of hip, together stud Ash
wanted to be.

"So far, it's like I'm still way more comfortable around just guys," Ash
admitted.

Chance laughed and gave Ash's wonderfully soft, round, sensual butt a final
pat, "You and me both, dude.  You and me both."

When they reached the car, Brock and Troy took the front, and Chance slid
in close to Ash in the rear.  Ash loved the feeling of that hard, strong
thigh pressed up next to his.  He could tell Chance's thighs, even though
covered by his knee-length shorts, were incredible: they jutted out, firm
and shapely, on either side of his body, and if they were in any way
proportionate to those killer calf muscles - well, Ash had pored over
enough fitness magazines to imagine them: solid, chiseled, all four
portions of the muscle well-worked and totally defined.  Ash bet they
looked sexy as hell.  He knew he didn't have the body type for quads like
that, but he could sure appreciate them on guys who did.

Brock eased the car out of the lot and called back to Chance.

"Open up a coupla cold ones, Taylor, and we'll pass around a joint."

Ash and Troy were thrilled.  This is what the cool kids did at school,
cruised around having a beer and smoking pot.  In fact, their friend
Anthony, who they originally came with, was supposed to score for them all
there at the park, but didn't - he hadn't even brought the beer he'd
promised - so their afternoon was pretty much a bust until Chance and Brock
came along.

Brock, in opening his Jeep's glove box, let his hand brush against the
inside of Troy's thigh, and a sharp current jolted through the young boy.
Physical intimacy between males was so foreign to him that any touch from
another male was startling.  Troy realized he was ridiculous, he had to get
more comfortable with his body.  And if he was going to get a swimming
scholarship, he knew he'd have to be comfortable around other guy's bodies
as well.  He was just so uptight, especially in the locker room: not
because he was ashamed of his own body - he knew he had one of the
best-defined bodies on the team.  And it sure wasn't his penis size either,
cause he had one of the longest ones on the team, easily.  It was
five-and-one-half inches soft, he knew, cause he'd measured it a few times.
It was just . . . well, he always got so damn excited by all the other nude
boys.  It was stupid: he knew it was kinda weird to look too long at other
guys' asses and chests and cocks, but he almost couldn't help himself.  He
didn't dare ask someone like Ash, a real close friend, if he felt the same
way.  So he'd just tried to make sure he kept a big physical distance
between him and the other guys.  But now, seeing Brock so at ease, so cool
with touch like this - it sure gave Troy pause.

After he got the glove box open, Brock just let his hand rest there
nonchalantly and turned to Troy, explaining, "I got a bag o' pot in there,
dude.  There's a couple joints already rolled.  Take one out, light it, and
pass it 'round, 'k?"

"Cool," said Troy, amped to blow a little dope.  He reached in, getting
kinda used to the feeling of this strong, good-looking jock's physical
closeness; it seemed so genuine, so friendly, such a cool guy thing.  Then
suddenly, Brock grabbed his thigh hard, sending another sharp jolt right
through him.  Damn, he thought, a little flustered, as he felt his dick get
hard, which was weird; must be nerves.

"Whoa, hold it, bro!" Brock was saying, "When you get the bag of dope, fish
your hand around and find the lighter in there, too, OK?"

"Sure," said Troy, only half-wondering why Brock was leaving his hand
there, but now not at all minding the contact.  The real studs in this
world, he figured, were totally cool about each other's bodies.  He'd once
seen some hard-ass bikers milling around a bar in town one day, and two of
them actually kissed each other.  It didn't mean anything, Troy figured,
except that they were tight.  Brock seemed like that kind of really suave
dude.  This was pretty awesome, he thought, having such a totally together
- and, he had to admit, incredibly handsome - guy wanting to be a fast
friend like this.  Fuck, he and Ash sure got lucky today.  A little
light-headed, he took out a well-rolled joint and lit it, letting his young
lungs fill with the thick, pleasantly harsh weed-smoke.

He passed it to Brock, who grabbed Troy's wrist, brought it to his face,
and took a deep drag off the doobie while Troy still held it.  Troy thought
that was pretty damn slick.  He'd have to start doing shit like that with
his friends.  It was so damn manly, he thought.  Like somethin' army guys
would do.  Brock had a really strong grip, and kinda soft, sensual hands
for such a tough hombre.

When Brock exhaled his huge lungful of pot, he put his hand on Troy's thigh
again and said, "Pop the top on a beer for me, willya stud?"

"Sure, bro," said Troy, passing the joint to the back and getting two cold
beers from Chance.  He twisted the cap off each.  As he passed Brock his,
he softly punched the older boy's thigh, saying, "This is so damn chill,
bro, hangin' with you guys!" and then let his hand rest casually on that
thigh, just to let Brock know he was ready to join that secret society of
cool dudes.  He just left it there for about half a minute, but fuck, that
was enough to tell that Brock's muscles were hard as rock.  How do you get
such an incredible body like that, Troy wondered.  He could feel his own
dick was still hard, amped on all this excitement coursing through him, no
doubt.  It was a good feeling.

Chance and Ash sat in the back seat, still pressed close.  Chance was
grinning, getting a fast buzz off the beer and the one puff of dope he
allowed himself, as well as the thought of the hot sex to come with these
obviously closeted high schoolers.  Troy was starting to look for excuses
to feel up Brock's luscious frame, he could see, and he noticed Ash's eyes
kept raking over his own torso, then darting away whenever Chance caught
his gaze, and he knew just how the shy young boy felt.  To break the
tension, he took another swig of beer and asked, "So what year school you
guys in?"

"We're both juniors," Ash managed to stammer out, his mouth dry from a
feeling he couldn't describe.  "We're 16."

"Cool age!  I remember when I was 16, horny as fuck all the time.  Damn,
wish I had a dollar for every time I beat off that year."  And then he
laughed, a little buzzed, "Well, I guess it'd only amount to maybe four-
five-hundred dollars.  Well, maybe seven-eight hundred bucks, now that I
figger it, cause most days I'd beat off two, three times."

Ash laughed.  Man, was this hip, being so frank about guy-shit like this.
But he couldn't stop staring at Chance's abs.  They were unlike anything
he'd ever seen.  Not an ounce of fat, and so damn full and - really, the
only way to describe them - ripe and luscious-looking.  The muscles weren't
flat at all, they had this incredibly beautiful curved peaks to them, and
then that deep, incredibly sexy groove down the middle.  Shit, he could
just imagine someone making love to Chance, standing in back of him,
pressing their nakedness against the muscular expanse of his back, and
kissing his neck all over while stroking those beautifully cut abs.  Damn,
he didn't want to think about a guy's body like that, but fuck it was true.
It was so damn hot-looking, it was just built for sex, like it was
slathered in sex.  Fuck, he laughed a little nervously to himself, I am way
buzzed!

"Dude, I gotta say it again," he found himself saying, as if his brain and
mouth weren't really in sync, his mouth just blurting things out on its
own, "you have the greatest set of abs I have ever seen."

"Thanks," Chance said, then reached over a hand, pulled up Ash's T, and
rubbed the young boy's abs.  "Yours ain't so bad either, dude.  Kinda lean,
and - feel that? - starting to get some definition.  You just need to burn
a bit more fat and work these guys harder.  They'll pop out, just like
mine.  You KNOW basic physical conditioning ain't rocket science if a
country-hick like me can understand it!"

Ash was getting so damn hard at the feeling of Chance's hand rubbing his
abs.  On a few rubs, Chance's fingers swooped clumsily down low under the
waist of his cargo shorts, and once the tips of his fingers even brushed
his dick, which shot a kind of main-line tingle right through his nerves.
Ash figured Chance wasn't even conscious of it, just a little high and
drunk, like he was himself, but, fuck, was it thrilling.  The echo of it
resonnated through his nerves, as if his dick were crying out, begging
Chance's fingers to stroke it again.

The he started to smile dreamily as his mind seemed to soak in a kind of
warm bath.  He knew what this was: it was his libido, beginning to revel in
one of those uncontrollable secret fantasies he occasionally had - well,
often had, actually; fanatsies fueled so steadily now, and so very
satisfyingly, by the 'Naked Muscle' website to which he was addicted, as
well as by his own raging hormones; fanatasies which he guiltily - but
excitingly - labeled 'Bi-curious.'  Damn, he smiled, as he felt his dick
harden, what the fuck would he do if Chance started playing with his dick
there in the back seat?  Just reached down in under his boxers and stroked
away at his long, stiff boy-prick?  And then, maybe, he'd bring another
hand down to work his tight ballsac.  His young dick throbbed excitedly at
the thought.  Then his fantasy shifted and, damn, it was him and Chance in
bed, just lying next to each other, rubbin' abs and stroking dicks.  He
wondered what Chance's dick looked like - such an incredible muscle-stud
like him, he had to have an amazing piece of meat.  He looked over, but it
was hard to make out under Chance's jock and shorts.

It was normal to have these kind of fantasies, he thought.  It didn't mean
anything that most of his - well, almost all of them, really - featured
guys instead of girls.  Lots of young guys experimented, right?  It was
just part of bein' a horny young dude is all.  So many nights, when his
folks went to bed eatly, he dressed in his sexiest underwear, smoked a
little pot if he had some, and posed in front of the mirror, trying to look
like some hot young stud; then he'd click on his secret website, get hard
as hell, and stroke till load after load of sweet teen boy-cream pumped
from his cock.  Sexual fantasies were supposed to be freaky, weren't they?
I mean, that was the point, right?  So he just lay back against the seat of
Brock's Jeep and let his mind get freaky as shit.  Thank God no one else in
the car could read his mind.  Mmmmmm, getting hard there next to Chance
felt fine as fuck.

A minute or so later, feeling bold, amped, and horned up from the pot and
his lusty daydreams, he dared to reach over and rub Chance's abs.  He was
hit with the immediate force of true athletic perfection; it was like
rubbing his fingers over polished marble.  He didn't think his young dick
could get any harder, but it did.

"Shit, man, this is solid steel!" he gasped.  "Fuck, man, they're fucking
incredible!"

He worked nervous fingers over them in slow, erotic awe.

"Mmmm, that's nice," Chance purred.  "Yeah, you get your slab nice and
well-worked like this, Ash, and you'll see, feels so damn good havin'
someone stroke it like that."  He smiled, laid back in his seat, and let
Ash, fascinated, keep rubbing.

The quick feel he'd copped of Ash's rock-hard prick earlier told Chance he
was right: this kid was a very sweet, shy, deeply closeted case, one
clearly dyin' for boy-sex, but clueless as how to proceeed; a boy, Chance
thought, who, once he learned the basics, would probably be one hot stud in
the sack.  This would be fun, Chance thought, teaching this gorgeous young
jock everything he needed to know about the sex he so clearly craved.

Ash, meanwhile, was in ecstasy - the hard, smooth ripple of Chance's sexy
abs was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt.  He traced down the cut,
grooved center with his finger, then over each striaited muscle.  It felt
like his fingers were playing over the most priceless work of art in the
world, something made of solid gold or marble, except wonderfully warm,
alive, sensual.  He was totally unsurprised when, a few moments later, he
felt his hard young prick start drooling out a glob of precum.  Again his
bi-curious fantasy kicked in: Chance and he naked, him rubbing these sexy
abs, then, with his other hand, freeing Chance's stud-cock from its jock
and rubbing up and down on that thick, hard shaft.  Then, when that sweet,
clear juice started to ooze out of the tip, Ash would bend down to it,
breathe in its full, thick beauty, and then, at long last he'd give in to
one of his most hidden desires and put another guy's dick in his mouth; the
next scene in his raunch-reverie was him swirling his tongue up and down
that long, hard thickness.  Fuck, dude, he laughed nervously, feeling his
cock twitch and drip like crazy, you keep this shit up and you're gonna
fuckin' explode in your cargo shorts.  But fuck if his cock didn't feel
good between his legs, all beefed up and throbbin'.  He rubbed across those
steel-cut abs dreamily.

"Go ahead, dude, keep it up if ya like," Chance said softly.  "It's good to
feel another guy's muscles.  Helps you visualize more deeply what you want
for your own body.  Us guys in the gym always feel each other's pump when
we lift.  Mmmm, that feels great, dude.  You're gonna love it when you get
yours worked all hard and cut like this."

Ash felt about thirty seconds away from cumming.  His stoned young mind
kept daring him to go for it, to just slide his hand under the band of that
jockstrap and - suddenly, he was shook out of his steamy daydream by the
loud rasp of Brock's voice from up front.  Ash, nervous and guilty now,
realized his dick had oozed out what felt like about a half-cup of precum.
He hoped to hell his shorts weren't stained.  He did not want these cool
macho studs - not to mention his best friend - to suspect the truth of his
strong, secret, sexual attraction to guys.

Brock had finished a long swig of his beer and yelled out, "So, where
should we go?  Back to campus?"

"Hey," said Ash, composing himself a little - something helped by the hit
he just took from the second joint that Troy had lit and passed to him,
"Troy, whyn't we chill at your place?"

"Sure," said Troy, cool with the idea - it meant not cruising the campus
for chicks, of course, but these guys had weed and beer and were really
hip.  He didn't mind in the least just hangin' with Ash and these two major
studs.  He turned to Brock, "My family's gone for a couple weeks to our
lake cabin up north, so I got the place to myself."

"Troy's house is awesome," cried Ash, suddenly buzzed on another fantasy
taking shape in his over-sexed young libido: "He's got a fucking indoor
pool!"

"A pool!" Brock cried, his imagination suddenly tuned to the same frequency
as Ash's, his own mind awash with images of the four of them horsing around
in the water for a while - wet, muscular romping; beautiful boy-bodies on
sexy display; water-sports that all involved getting close enough to let
each other feel hard dicks brush against one another's bodies; pulling
suits down 'innocently': the whole scene serving as randy, homoerotic
foreplay, getting everyone ripe and eager for some truly wild fucking.

"Well, that sure as hell settles it," Brock said in that sexy, husky rasp
of his.  "Damn, could I go for a swim right about now."  He turned to the
cute young hard-body next to him, gripping his hand even more sensuously on
the boy's thigh - up kinda way close this time, making Troy feel like Brock
really liked him - and sneered sexily, "Swimmin' with the swim team.
Sounds pretty damn fine.  Which way do I go, Troy m'boy?"

Troy let out a lungful of dope, then held the joint to Brock's lips,
saying, "Take a right when you get to Old Lake Road."

After ten more minutes of driving, Brock saw a Taco Bell and drove through.
Turned out everyone was hungry from the pot, and the two high school boys,
especially, ordered big.

As he drove on, Troy gave Brock directions for the last leg of the drive.

"I know where that is!"  Brock cried.  "It's Hidden Lake, right?  Damn, you
live there, your folks must be loaded."

Troy smiled shyly, "Yeah, both the 'rents are lawyers; they do all right, I
guess."

All right, indeed.  Brock and Chance both let out serious aah's and ooh's
as they pulled up the long drive.  The house was a huge old 1940s brick
mansion - most all the houses in this area were similarly majestic; it was
where a lot of the old money in the city was concentrated.

"Pull straight back," Troy said, draining the last of his beer and
crumbling the wrapper from his fourth taco.  He had an amazingly heavy buzz
on, he realized, but cutting through it was his keen anticipation of an
afternoon pool party with these college dudes.  This is probably the
hippest thing I've ever done, he thought; the other kids at high school
would be so damn jealous.  "That's where the pool is.  My folks added it
on.  It's pretty tight."

Brock parked, and they all got out.  He and Chance were rubber-necking the
house and grounds in awe.  The house backed on to a huge woods, which
started just after the large flagstone patio they had to cross to reach a
set of French doors, set into a 'wall' of totally windowed glass, through
which they could see an enormous indoor pool.  The day was still gorgeous -
sunny, warm, miraculous.  Chance estimated the time at about 2, which left
them about four hours of fun until he had to drive back and get ready to
meet Reed.

"After we swim for a bit, maybe we can just lay out here and soak up some
afternoon sun.  Sound hip?" Troy asked.

"Sounds great," Chance muttered, still gawking at the surroundings.  Up
North, this kinda stuff was non-existent.  To him it looked pure Hollywood.

Inside, by one of the chaises that flanked the pool, Brock set down the
cooler case of beer he'd been hoisting on his shoulder.  Then he got out
his weed, his lighter, and a pipe he'd fished out from under his seat.  He
filled the pipe, lit it, and inhaled.

"Anyone else?  One more bowl before the fun starts?" he said, exhaling.

"Tight," said Troy.

"Hell yeah," said Ash.

Brock filled another bowl and passed it and the lighter to the two boys.
Even Chance, excited as hell to go swimming with Brock and these cute boys,
had a puff.

"All right!" Brock said, when everyone's buzz had been nicely burnished.
He put the weed and paraphrenalia on a wrought-iron end table, telling the
others to help themselves to pot whenever they wanted more, then yelled out
in his raspy voice, "Last one in's a rotten egg!"

"Hang on," said Troy.  "There's some extra swimsuits in the changing room.
I'll go get 'em."

Brock, inspired by his horniness, decided to up the ante immediately.

"Who the fuck needs suits?"  he asked, sneering in disgust - as if the
thought of swim trunks covering up these beautiful young bodies was some
sort of outrage.  "Skinny-dippin's way cooler!"

And with that, he shucked off his board shorts with one swipe.  And with
that swipe, the weather in the room seemed to change for Troy and Ash: all
the low-level flirting and fantasies and confusion suddenly heated up a
couple degrees shy of the boiling point, and a heavy, soul-pounding, sexual
throb started pulsing subliminally through the core of both young boys.
Even if neither could yet articulate it consciously, with the brazen
exposure of Brock's awesomely erotic physique, deep down in their
pre-conscious, animal brains, both boys knew the ecstatic heights of
utterly satisfied sexual desire to which they were being drawn.

His body, Brock knew, was pretty much perfection; its hard, ropy definition
was breath-taking.  Both Ash and Troy had been naturally curious all
afternoon, wondering what kind of equipment lay under those teasingly
low-riding shorts of his.  But actually seeing Brock's naked frame fully
revealed was one of the single-most exciting moments of their young lives.
They'd seen class-mates naked before, of course, but never a real cut stud
like Brock.  It was like they were swimming with a porn star.

They feasted on him.  The sight of his semi-hard, upcurving, uncut beauty
of a cock, deliciously set off by the shaved-smooth flatness of his lower
abs, was just too fucking much for the stoned, and now very turned-on, Troy
& Ash.  Their randy young excitedness, bubbling up perkily from the
swirling undercurrent of lust they were sinking in, couldn't help but show
in their shorts.  Troy, especially, was flooded with all his repressed
desires for good-looking boys' bodies, and damned if Brock, right now,
wasn't about the sexiest piece of ass he'd ever seen.

Brock was aware of the stares of the others - Chance, a big shit-eating
grin on his face, just winked knowingly, but the two boys were almost
drooling in lusty apppreciation and awe.  To rub things in, Brock stretched
and flexed his lean muscular frame as suggestively as possible.  He'd
enjoyed many years of body-adulation from other males, so he had become
used to how to comport himself when naked: how to preen and pose; how to
cock his hips just so or arch back seductively to show his cock off; how
raise his arms, as if stretching, then lace his fingers behind his head, so
as to show off his smooth, chiseled armpits; how to clench his ass muscles
so their dimples stood out wantonly; and how to scratch his abs teasingly,
to flex his upper torso just so so every ripped sinew can be made out, even
how to shift his weight to one leg so his cock jutted out more lusciously.
He made the whole routine seem natural.

"What the fuck?" Brock smiled coyly, still posing, teasing, trying to act
casual with his strartling beauty.  "M'I the only one gettin' wet?"

"Nah," said Troy sheepishly, "it's just that, well . . ."

"Don't tell me," Brock laughed, "you're like Chance, aincha?  Embarrassed
at how small your dick is?"

"Nah, I'm a little embarrassed at how fuckin' hard it is."

"I can't understand it, dude," Troy added, by way of nervous explanation.
"Guess I'm just a little horny from the weed or somethin'."

Brock put Troy at ease immediately; he wanted to see those boys naked and
hard as soon as possible.  "Don't worry about a thing, bro.  When you're
dealin' with raw jock muscle as hot as me and Chance here, why if yer dick
didn't start drooling in a few seconds, I'd think you wuz dead.  And when
it comes to Chance - shit, I'm sure he'd even give a dead guy an erection.
So not to worry.  We're all dudes here, right?  So, c'mon, let's go, gents.
I repeat, 'Last one in's a rotten egg!'"

Troy figured, what the fuck, and pulled down his shorts.  His own hard,
uncut dick stood out for all to see.  Ash excitedly compared Troy's stiff
beauty to Brock's.  Brock's stiffening shaft was about an inch longer
maybe, not a whole lot thicker, maybe even a little thinner - it was so
damn sleek-looking.  Troy's was way hot - hard, stiff, juicy-looking, and
crowned by a little puffy patch of black pubic hair - but Brock's shaved
pubes made him look like a kind of pure, sexual animal.  Plus, where Troy's
dick just jutted up ramrod-straight at a forty-five degree angle, Brock's
had an incredible up-curve to it that Ash found mesmerizing - all he could
think about was how something like that felt sliding in and out of your
ass.  With Troy's, he wanted to just walk over, smile, then crouch down,
hold the underside of the shaft tenderly, and wrap his lips around the
luscious firmness; it looked suckable as hell.  Fuck, he was getting hard
again.  He was fuckin' way ready to call this: it was the sexiest fuckin'
day of his young life.  He never wanted it to end.  His dick was twitching
with excitement, like a happy young puppy that had suddenly found a home.

"That's a sweet piece o' meat, dude," Brock said coolly, sidling up next to
Troy and giving his stiffy a playful sprong, shocking Troy, but thrilling
him.  "Don't ever be embarrassed about showing it off."  Then he turned to
his team-mate: "And why're YOU so slow, Taylor?  You got a hard-on for me,
too?"

Chance smiled, pulling down his sweat-shorts, stepping out of them, and
showing off his adonis-like frame, clad only in that thin, tight runner's
jock.  His body was just pure, beautiful muscle; it was like his skin had
just been thinly spray-painted over a frame of perfectly developed
musculature.  It ached to look at, it was that gorgeous.  And seeing that
incredible body in just a jock and workboots, a vision of pure male
beefcake hotter than anything on his porn site, Ash let out a gasp he
couldn't hold back.  This was a hard-core gay fanatasy come to
dick-stiffening life.  His eyes were riveted on that jock pouch, stretched
so thin, you could easily see what a huge dick was inside.  Aw fuck, he
admitted, his silly little pretense of 'bi-curious' fantasies evaporating
now in an aching, searing stab of pure, full-blown, gay-male lust: he
wanted that stud in bed, in his jock, so that he could suck and lick that
incredible piece of piece of long, thick jock-meat right through the mesh,
get it hard, then peel that sexy strap off, carress that huge shaft
reverently in his trembling hands, guide it hungrily to his ass, and feel
it snake slowly and deliciously up his tender, virgin hole.  He'd pay a
hundred dollars for the opportunity; fuck, he'd shell out fifty bucks alone
for just a set of pic's of Chance in that jockstrap and those workboots.
He stared helplessly as that jock pouch shifted and wriggled as Chance
kicked off his boots.

Ash's own cock, he could feel, was now rock-hard - so hard, it actually
hurt.  He kept staring, mouth dry and heart pounding, more sexually aroused
than he'd ever been in his life, as Chance reached up a big, bony, powerful
hand and pulled off the skimpy jock, so that an unbelievably long, thick -
and yes! uncut! - dick was free to dangle down in all its majestic glory.
Ash had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.  He was trembling
from delirious young lust.

"Nah, Brock, I ain't got a stiffy for you.  Fuck, dude, you should know by
now: th'only person can get me really hard is yer mama."

And with that, the water play started.  Brock lunged to push Chance in, who
dodged, causing Brock to teeter in.  Troy, wanting to get on Brock's good
side, pushed the laughing Chance in.  Ash pushed in Troy, shucked his own
board shorts, briefly exposing his stiff, boinging seven inches, and then
jumped in after them.

And so began a truly memorable pool party for all four of these gorgeous
young athletes.  The first twenty minutes or so were filled with just
delighting in the water and the company.  It was sheer heaven, enjoying the
feel of one's own nude body, immersed and luxuriant in the warm water,
while being able to indulge at will in the heady sight of young, naked
muscle, glazed to sensuous lusciousness by a watery sheen. Quickly, the
testosterone levels in the room became so amped, one got a sexual rush just
breathing the air.

Brock couldn't take his eyes off Troy.  The kid was like a younger version
of himself, no more than 5 or 10 percent body fat, and beautifully etched -
his cut young muscles bulged as sexily as possible on a svelte, young teen.
And the boy's dick - a thick, fleshy tube of uncut beauty - had Brock's own
prick trailing thin ropes of pre-cum through the pool.  Troy would get out
of the water and stand near the pool for a second, swigging a beer or
taking a quick puff of pot, and Brock would think, Damn, this kid is sleek
as hell, definitely built for speed.  He stared at Troy's pert, tight young
ass like a drooling dog eyeing raw meat.  His dick throbbed as he imagined
how good it would feel to ease into that tight, muscular little ass and get
Troy moaning in ecstasy as he long-dicked him.

For Troy himself, as he swam, eyes glued to the other three young nudes
(but mostly to Brock), his mind and groin swirled with equal parts fear,
arousal, nervousness, dread, and desire.  But it was desire that gradually
trumped those other emotions, in the form of a sexual passion he couldn't
really name or give shape to yet, but which seemed to stir in him a sense
of promise, excitement, fulfillment.

Ash's mind was an ecstatic rhapsody of pulse-pounding thoughts, a riotous
stimulation from the deliciously close proximity to all that naked jock
muscle.  He was living a sexual fantasy hotter than anything his fervid
imagination had yet been able to dream up.  He was so turned on
skinny-dipping with these college he-men that for a while he was actually
worried it could do injury to his dick by staying stiff for so long.  But
the feeling was indescribable; the delicious throb of his hard, pulsating
young cock made him feel more sexually alive, more masculine, than he'd
ever felt before.

It was funny: part of his sexual insecurity with girls had always been the
worry he wouldn't get hard or would lose his erection once it was time for
penetration.  But now, with these fine-ass boys, he couldn't imagination
ever going soft.  His hard, teen dick felt like it was made of solid,
tightly-packed cum: like if he stroked it, the whole thing would explode in
a riotous splatter of boy-cream.  Fortunately, Brock had made it cool about
the hard-on's the two younger guys were sporting, so Ash and Troy felt cool
about parading their obvious stimulation.  And, Ash grinned to himself
after just ten minutes of swimming together, there was so much opportunity
for stimulation, not just visually, but phsycially, as there were so many
chances to casually brush another guy's dick or have yours rub up against a
hard wet ass.  It was incredible.  His mind was a camera, taking reel after
reel of prime jack-off material for the next year or so.  Still, he had to
be careful not to stare too long: he was very nervous about being teased
for seeming queer.

And Chance was his usual happy, horny self.  He hadn't been swimming since
mid-summer, so half his pleasure was just indulging his well-conditioned
body in one of his all-time favorite past-times.  Water and muscles formed
an elemental nexus for him - he and his friends would spend much of the
summers in the various bays of the Yellow Branch River, letting their
bodies exult in the cool, green water.  Today was like one of those days,
but without the cut-offs he and his friends wore back home when they swam.
So his natural joy in water and swimming was compounded by the basic,
physical purity of nudity.  He delighted frankly lately in the company of
good-looking boys, and the three others with him here this afternoon were
all in the ripe prime of youth, so Chance reveled in this intimate, erotic
camaraderie which he knew would culminate in wonderful rounds of muscular
young sex.

Chance found himself drawn to the classic,, almost feminine beauty of Ash.
There was a real excitement in watching that alluring young boy move so
well in the water: his smooth, white frame and long, lean muscles cut
through the water with a sexy perfection.  To Chance, Ash looked like some
gorgeous young mer-boy, an object of exotic sexual pleasure.  He kept his
earrings in, which only added to his exoticism.  It made Chance so hard to
see Ash's non-stop erection, as well as the number of times the boy's eyes
would rake over his body.  So Chance gave him a show: he'd hoist his bulk
out of the pool, slowly pad over to his beer and take a sip, stretching his
rippling musculature, aware of his long, hard, jutting dick, his stiffness
allowing the top half of his cock head poke sexily through his foreskin.
When he knew Ash was staring, he'd idly fondle his big, low-hanging
ballsac, letting his finger wander as low under them as he dared, or he'd
swipe up a glob of pre-cum with his middle finger, then nonchalantly bring
it to his mouth and suck it dry, as if it were something guys did all the
time.  Once or twice he heard a sudden, gasping moan erupt from the
obviously turned-on boy.

After this initial prelude of flirting, posing, and ogling, the afternoon
soon settled into a groove of sexually charged boy-play. First came
chicken-fights, with someone's dick nuzzling another boy's neck or poking a
cheek; then came a round of dives, with dicks spronging gloriously and
impish divers coming up from the deep end right between another guy's legs;
later, as the comfort-level blurred into unabashed desire, came endless
bouts of water-wrestling, where it almost seemed like the other guy wanted
you to feel his dick or feel your ass.  It was absolute heaven for
everyone.  Few scenes are more erotically charged than a young hunk,
standing nude, half-submerged in water, muscular young body displayed
proudly, while talking to another gorgeous young boy sitting poolside, one
leg drawn up, long cock splayed across a thigh.

That afternoon was a haven for the four of them, a time to luxuriate in
being a full-blooded young boy, with no shame or inhibition ruining the
glorious mood.  Even Troy was utterly turned on; his hard, jutting cock,
initially a source of embarrassment, now became a badge of randy, masculine
virility.  It meant he was a young stud, celebrating his youth and potency
among the finest of his kind.

All four were young boys again that afternoon, skinny-dippin' at the ol'
swimmin' hole, prancing and waggling in their luscious nudity, showing off
in front of each other, with he-man poses or head-stands poolside.  But
boys with a difference - for these were boys in the full, glorious bloom of
male sexuality.  These were boys, not with the cute little pricks of
innocent youth, but the long hard cocks of raw carnality.  And these were
boys, either well-versed, like Chance and Brock, in what those thick cocks
needed to do to slake those carnal desires in the most satisfying way
possible, or, they were boys achingly curious, like Ash and Troy, to
discover the deepest sexual pleasures possible to randy young men.

That afternoon marked the closest so far Ash had ever gotten to the sex he
knew he desired so desperately.  Way down in the base of his dick, in the
center of his balls, he felt nothing but lust for the three young jock-gods
romping with him.  He'd pause poolside to sip on a beer and soak up the
action, those beautifully-worked bodies so incredibly sexy as they moved in
the water, or raised themselves out, drops glistening on smooth, hard,
curved ripples.  Brock and Chance, meanwhile, were taking their time in
this seduction; they were both just enjoying the physical kick of a
beautiful indoor pool and their gorgeous young companions.  The sex would
come soon; it would be even sweeter after all this exciting cruising.  And
Troy?  For Troy this was just the tightest fucking time ever.

At one point, Chance came up close to Ash, putting an arm around his
shoulder to plot some mischief against the other two (Ash tried vainly to
concentrate when all he could do was stare at Chance's torso, cock and
thighs).  As Chance explained the plan, Ash could only focus on the thought
of his tongue slowly moving down Chance's beautifully outlined rib-cage
before getting lost in the muscles of his upper body and abs.  He almost
shot a load when, after their sneaky strategy session, Chance softly
stroked his butt as he sent him off to put his part of the plan into action
(which consisted of filling a couple of the super soakers Ash had told him
were kept in a box in the changing room).  Their cunning horseplay worked
like a charm: Chance had distracted Brock and Troy, who were drying out on
beach towels, while Ash executed his mission; then Chance caught the loaded
water toy Ash threw to him, and together they blasted the other boys until
they had to jump back in the water to escape the torrent.  Ash thought he'd
faint when, gloating poolside, Chance embraced him in a hearty victory hug,
wet muscled bodies and hard wet dicks pressed firmly together.  Chance even
patted and grabbed him on the butt again in glee as they celebrated their
triumph.  Ash couldn't stand how much he wanted to stay in that embrace,
keep rubbing his cock against that huge beautiful tool of Chance's, and
then lie on a towel together and fuck.

He wanted to duck into the john right off the pool room and jerk off his
maddening hardness, but he didn't want to miss a minute of Chance-watching.
He couldn't take his eyes off the erotic perfection that was that
jock-adonis, especially when he'd emerge from the water, his sculpted
perfection dripping and powerful, like some ancient young sea god.  Ash's
eyes were always locked on Chance's dick whenever he could catch a glimpse.
He'd never seen one so big and thick and veiny. It was absolutely gorgeous.
Ash had sheepishly become something of a connoisseur of guys' dicks from
all his time beating off to his X-rated internet site, but he couldn't
recall as glorious a beauty as Chance's long, dangling, breath-taking cock.
It hung down, begging to be stroked, licked, sucked, worshipped.  And it
sat atop two huge, smooth egg-sized balls in their loose, luscious sac,
nestling full and ripe against those big cut thighs.  Each time there was a
glimpse of it, Ash dared to look at that cock for as long as he thought
acceptable in guy-code.  He spent so long that afternoon nervously trying
to get the nerve up to blurt out to Chance how much he wanted to suck that
cock.  But each time his fevered passion had him close to articulating his
desperate desire, he backed down, chiding himself for being so fucking
high, so damn horny.  And besides, as if there was any possibility a stud
this cool and manly-looking could be gay.  Naw, Chance would just have to
remain his ultimate fantasy.  But he'd never had one this all-consuming in
his life: if young hormones could have a growth spurt, the thought, his
were sure having one.

There wasn't just luscious beauty in that dick, Ash thought, staring
longingly as Chance dried himself and grabbed another beer, standing
poolside, chatting with Brock, letting his long thick beauty dangle and
tempt, there was power and force in it; it commanded a kind of awed
respect, making you want to bow before it, to minister to it, to serve it.
Ash idly started playing with his own stiff cock in the water as he studied
Chance's soft, thick beauty.  It was so full, full of life and vibrancy.
Ash wanted desperately to get his hands on it, hold it next to his face,
his mouth, kiss it, whisper to it, lick it all over, devour it, make love
to it.  And he wanted to hold that thick cock next to his own, rubbing the
two together, so that maybe some of that force and power and vibrancy would
rub off.  That's how awesomely potent Chance's dick felt to him.  Suddenly,
he snapped out of hs weed-scented lust-haze, before he shot his boy-spud in
the water and really embarrassed himself.

Then, when all the underlying sexual tensions among the four were coming to
a real head, Chance got the idea for one last round of athletic young
homoerotic cruising, a game he made up on the spot and dubbed
'aqua-football'.  He'd spotted a nerf football off in the corner and
immediately drew up the teams: him and Brock against Ash and Troy, or, as
he called it, the College Cocksmen against the High School Hard-Ons.

"You mean 'College Cocksuckers,' right?" laughed Troy, not knowing how true
his teasing was.

"Careful," Brock sneered, "there's penalties for taunting in this game."

Chance quickly sketched out the rules for the game: One team would stand on
the edge of the pool at one end and 'kick off' by passing the ball deep to
the other team, who'd be in the water at the far end of the pool.  The
kicking team would dive in and try to tackle the return team.  You had to
grab the guy and wrestle him totally under the water for a tackle.  In lieu
of a coin-toss, to see who would get the first kick-off, Brock coyly
suggested they compare each other's nipples, to see whose hard nubs jutted
out farthest.  This necessitated lots of nipple-fiddling, which meant
standing very close in front of each other, cocks hitting thighs, abs, or
another cock.  Troy won, despite Brock's protest that his own hard nips
were clearly longer.  Chance said they should re-measure, which gave Brock
another shot at fiddling with Troy's chest, pressing his body close, cocks
mashing together deliriously, getting Troy all flushed and hard again.

The game proved to be the perfect seductive prelude to what Chance and
Brock knew (and Ash dreamed and Troy still didn't suspect) would come next,
a couple hours of lust-quenching boy-sex.  Chance drew up the rules for
maximum eroticism: every play was a pass, which meant one boy covered
another, who swam out to catch the football.  The receiver and defender
obviously had to swim in tight coverage, so dicks got pressed against sides
or backs, or even in ass-cracks - all so innocently, all so excitingly.
And the one player who stayed behind to rush the passer got to hop up and
down showing off his young, muscular hardness, and then, after five
seconds, rush the QB, diving on top of him in sensuous closeness.

After ten minutes, no one wasn't hard.  The feel of their firm, wet bodies
slapping against each other in excited physical boy-play brought out the
primitive masculine sexuality even in Troy.  They all ached for release,
the sooner the better.  But they all desired more of the game, too, so
outrageously, mind-blowingly sensual it was.  Chance rushed Ash, sacking
him by hugging his body, pressing their cocks together and taking him down,
lips lightly brushing his as they fell under the water.  Ash almost
swooned.  Brock covered Troy ridiculously close, his dick wedged in his
crack, which caused Troy, whose body was way ahead of his mind when it came
to the utter delights of sex between boys, to sort of bliss out and miss
the pass.  Troy at first wondered why Brock was seeming to initiate gay sex
in the water that way, then he reasoned it out the only way the last
remnants of his straight brain could process: it was a classic jock's
attempt at head-games, one stud trying to make the other his bitch.  Well,
two can play at that, he figured.  So next time it was his turn to guard
Brock, he did equally tight coverage, wedging his dick in the receiver's
ass, and swimming on top of him; then right when Troy was about to dive
ahead for the pass from Chance, he grabbed Brock's dick and squeezed.

"Oh, you fucker!"  laughed Brock loudly, "it's definitely on!"

Before the next play, he and Chance took a long huddle.  Then when Chance
snapped it to himself, Brock immediately dove under the water, instead of
staying on the surface as usual.  He shot through the pool so fast, Troy
couldn't spot him.  As the high schooler treaded water, searching beneath
the surface, he felt something push up under him.  It was Brock, erupting
up through Troy's legs, brushing his wet hard body all along the underside
of Troy's stiff young cock (which made Troy feel so damn good), but
flipping him backwards.  Brock caught the ball and swam for the score as
Troy just resonated with the memory of that firm young body stroking
against his hardness.

That was it, they were all exhausted.  As they dried themselves, Brock
turned quietly to Chance, his voice thick with lust, and whispered, "I'm
thinkin' 'divide and conquer'.  You chill out on the patio, sunbathe with
Ash.  It's gorgeous out.  He'll definitely wanna hang with you, seein' as
how he's had his eyes on your cock the whole afternoon.  Meanwhile, I'm
gonna ask Troy to show me the shower.  Gotta rinse this chlorine off,
right?  Let's see who can be the first to make one o' these high school
hotties scream so loud you can hear him at the other end of the house."

The plan worked perfectly.  Brock and Troy headed off, dicks bobbing and
asses shifting sexily as they left the pool area, and Chance and Ash
grabbed some beach towels and headed out into the still-warm sunshine.  Ash
couldn't believe they were still hanging out nude together, but he was
loving it.

Once out there, Chance lay back in a chaise, excited as hell to help this
cute young kid learn the joys of boy-on-boy sex.  He lay back and let Ash
drink him in, his big upper torso fetchingly displayed, those thick thighs
and calves seeming to drape off the lounge chair.  He idly traced a finger
around one of his hard nipples.  Ash's eyes, though, were riveted to that
huge thick veiny cock straining straight up from his groin, with that
fist-sized ballsac adorning it at the base.  Ash just stared at the
beautifully lickable cockhead, about a third of it poking through the
stretched foreskin.

Chance noticed the stare and grinned.  He had one arm cushioning his head.
With the other, he reached down and started to stroke his long, luscious
thickness.

"Damn," he said, "all that rompin' round's got me horny as fuck.  Not sure
I can wait four more hours till I see my boyfriend."

"Yeah," said Ash, absent-mindedly, too caught up in his lust-fever to have
heard anything Chance just said, least of all the word 'boyfriend.'  All he
wanted to do was watch Chance, fantasize, and beat off.

Chance laughed quietly, kept up his sensual stroking, and asked shyly, "See
you're gettin' hard as fuck, too.  Wanna jack together, dude?"

Ash at first thought he was dreaming, that his lust-fantasy was playing
tricks on him.  He had to be sure; it was just too incredible.

"What'd you say, dawg?"

"I'm talkin' 'bout you and me, dude, messin' around out here, makin' each
other feel good.  A little fun in the sun, y'know?"  Chance's big hand
playing ever-so-sensuously on his hard thick meat was hypnotic to Ash, it
seemed to mesmerize his dick into a new, twitchy hardness.

"For real?" he asked, throat dry, not even daring to think he was finally
entering the wondrous realm of gay sex.  "You serious?"  He thought he
might have a heart attack, he was so jacked up.

"Shit, yeah, man.  Brock and I was hopin' we'd meet up with some
fine-lookin' young studs this afternoon, young guys who'd be into a sweet
session of hot boy-sex.  I'm sorta thinkin' you're into it, dude, just
based on the kind o' looks you been givin' me all afternoon, like you been
aimin' to throw me on the ground and lick me all over.  Which, I gotta tell
you," that dick-stroking, seeming to melt Ash's brain and body into a warm
puddle, "sounds pretty damn fine to me.  If I'm wrong, Ash, no sweat, my
bad; but if I'm right, why not mosey on over here and let me work that
sweet cock o' yours?"

Chance savored the young boy's excitement and confusion.  Ash just stood
there, young pale firmness gleaming in the sun.

"You mean, you and Brock are both gay?" he asked, trying excitedly to
comprehend what seemed to be happening, still not daring to hope he'd heard
right.

"Fuck, yeah, bro.  What'd you think?  And I take it the way you been
droolin' over this naked jock flesh all afternoon that you mebbe got a
hankerin' for dudes yourself."

"Aw fuck, yeah, Chance!" he cried in the glorious excitement of youth.  "I
sure as fuck do!  I been hard for dudes in a major way for a while now, but
I been too shy to do anything about it.  Too scared, too."

"Fuck, bro, get yer sweet, luscious ass over here.  You got nothin' to be
scared of with me, 'cept maybe over-dosin' on pleasure."

Ash strode over to the glorious jock-hunk as if in a dream.  He stoood
close as Chance reached out and gently stroked the boy's achingly stiff
prick.  The initial touch was electric, stabbing; his eyes teared up
uncontrollably.

"Oh shit, yeah!" Ash moaned, small sobs catching on his throat, as months
of frustration seemed to melt away in an instant.  He just stood there and
felt the rightness of the moment, the deep bodily joy of true sex.  Chance
had such a delicate touch for so powerful a jock.

"I was just like you, man," the older boy cooed softly as he slowly but
purposively traced Ash's young hardness up and down, watching the hard
young prick twitch in the virgin excitement of another boy's touch.  "Had
such strong, deep urges.  I'd do anything to catch glimpses of as much
flesh on good-lookin' guys as possible.  Kept denyin' it to myself, till
one day, this beautiful guy showed me how wonderful sex could be when it
was the kind of sex I needed.  Mmmmm, what a sweet cock this is, Ash.  No
one really appreciates a sweet, hard, luscious young prick as much as
another dude."

Then Ash opened his eyes and watched as his handsome new friend pulled his
virgin cock close to his mouth and, still holding his dick gently, licked
the underside of his shaft.  An incredible shiver tingled intensely through
the boy.  He knew he was gonna shoot off soon from the sheer mind-bending
wonderfulness of it all.

"OH FUCK YES!!!" he cried, as loud as he could, but it was more like a
quiet peep of a whisper.  Chance licked, kissed, swirled his tongue around
the head, massaged the boy's balls, and then sucked on that sweet young
boy-dick in earnest, all the while tracing one finger straight down on the
shaft, down below Ash's ballsac, and letting other fingers play in the
nimbus of soft blonde hair crowning that hard shaft.  Ash thought his head
would explode or his knees would give.  It felt like his body was shaking
itself apart.  Every secret, furtive gay desire-dream of his was suddenly
exploding into reality, like gorgeous fireworks, more exciting than he'd
ever dreamed.

"Oh Chance, oh fuck, oh God, oh fucking God!"  It was the universal prayer
of thanksgiving from the no-longer-virgin youth.  Chance could barely hear
it over his luscious lapping on that hard, cut cock.  He let his fingers
wander deeper down into Ash's ass.  As Chance's hands played around his
virgin boy-hole, Ash tried to cry out in ecstasy, but no sound came.  Tears
of ecstasy stung his eyes.  He felt beyond happy.  He held Chance's
buzz-cut head and just stroked around it, while pressing back as hard as he
could on those delicate fingers at play in his ass.  The cream he'd churned
up all day was ready to explode.  Chance's finger was now well into his
hole, poking and prodding sexily, and the tears came harder.  OH YES, he
thought to himself, this is as wonderful as I'd ever - and then his balls
erupted, filling Chance's mouth with more cream than he'd ever shot in his
life.  He didn't gush in brief spurts, as he usually did, but in long,
thick ropes.  The cum exploded out of him.  He clenched his eyes and jaw
and just kept pouring his young cream into Chance's hungry mouth.  Finally,
a minute or so after he was empty, he opened his eyes and stared down at
this most marvelous young man, his Virgil on the path to sexual
fulfillment.

Chance's eyes were glinting joyfully in the sun, and a small stream of cum
dribbled out of the corner of his smilling mouth.  He motioned for Ash to
come close.  The young boy bent over, and they kissed, passionately.
Chance opened his mouth, and their two tongues danced in a riotous wash of
boy-juice.  Ash tasted his fresh salty tang for the first time in his life.
This is male essence, he thought.  I'm gonna be lapping this stuff up for
the rest of my life, he realized.  Ash kissed Chance hard, hungrily, trying
to show him the depth of his gratitude.

Finally they separated.  Chance saw the drying tears in the boy's eyes.

"That was nice, man.  You wanna take a turn with my dick, now?"

"Oh hell yeah!"  said Ash, his transplendent ecstasy suddenly giving way to
boyish enthusiasm.  "But wait, first, can I just sort of touch and stroke
and kiss your body all over?  I've been goin' nuts over it all day," he
sort of half-laughed, half-blushed, "cause you're so fucking gorgeous."

"Shit yeah," Chance laughed, "climb aboard this here lounge chair and enjoy
yerself."

Ash put a knee on the chaise, then scaled the mountainous muscularity of
Chance.  Once atop, he just lay against him, realizing the awesomeness of
the moment.  Naked, with the first of what he instantly knew would be many
male lovers, he just savored the feeling of his firm young flesh on
Chance's bulging hardness.  He luxuriated in the most tender part of sex -
the closeness of touch, the physical definition of intimacy.  His low moans
were music to Chance's ears.  Then, the warmth in Ash's loins took over;
his need for passion subsumed him.  He wriggled his young body against
Chance's so their hard wet dicks would mash and stimulate each other.  He
felt like a young whore, anxious to please the powerful stud who'd hired
him.

He let his achingly curious fingers and lips and tongue stroke and fondle
and rub and lick and kiss and tease all over this hard sexy firmness he
idolized.  He loved how Chance's hard little nipples just jutted out over
those full, sleek pecs.  With his teeth, he bit those nips lightly, then
tongued around them, all the while letting his hands carress Chance's
awesome abs.  Then he snaked his tongue down the abs while he stroked
Chance's hard, firm ass.  His tongue glided down through the stubbly shaved
area over Chance's magnificent cock.  Then he stared up at Chance, young
innocent lust glazing over his eyes and mouth, and said, "Your body is so
fucking awesome.  Your muscles are so unbelieveably defined.  It's like
you're all muscle with just a thin layer of skin over you.  This the
sexiest body I've ever seen."

Chance just smiled, rubbed Ash's close-cropped head, and said, "Enjoy it,
bro.  It's all yours."

Ash was riveted to the huge cock in front of him.  "And this is so perfect,
too, Chance.  The biggest, thickest, most luscious fucking dick I've ever
seen.  Aw fuck, it's so fucking beautifully.  It's like I just wanna make
love to it!" At first, he just held it close to his face, pressing it
tightly to him.  Then he breathed deep, inhaling its fleshy beauty, feeling
that glorious hardness warm and throbbing next to his face, stroking each
thick vein tenderly all up and down, and sensuously rubbing the huge,
flesh-cloaked head.  Chance's soft purring moans in the background were the
perfect soundtrack to Ash's initiation into dick-worship.

Then the boy began kissing it all over, and stroking it.  "It's so fucking
big, Chance," he said reverently, "so fucking beautiful!  It's like the
most awesomely beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Thanks, bro.  Yeah, nothing like a sweet piece o' meat, huh?"

Ash took it in his hands gingerly, just tracing his fingers up and down its
heftiness, still a little giddy at what was transpiring.  He played with
the foreskin, working the sheath of skin gently up and down over the huge
cockhead.  He heard Chance moan and was so excited to be bringing this
incredible jock-stud pleasure.  He played with that awesome cock more,
ringing under the skin and around the tip with his finger, then poking
around Chance's big piss-slit.  It was like a wonderful new toy in his
hands.  He ran one finger up and down the underside of the shaft while
another kept circling the head.  Then he bent down and kissed Chance's full
man-sized ballsac all over.  Then he licked softly, lusciously, first
around one ball, then another.  "They're so smooth, like velvet," he
sighed, dreamily, realizing he was probably going to cum again just from
the bliss of handling his first cock, "so fucking delicious."  He was on
cloud nine, being able to talk about a cock this way, being able to admit
his powerful passion for dick.  He waded into his new identity.  He wanted
it all, everyting, immediately.

Chance was just moaning softly, loving the touch of this sexy young boy.
In that touch was a mixture of awe, shyness, uncertainty, tenderness,
passion, reverence, and lust.  The combination gave a light, jittery sexy
feel to his fingers as they danced over Chance's big tool.  Ash used those
fingers, as well as his tongue and lips, to explore all Chance's
pleasure-spots in the charmingly clumsy rhythms of a young dude's first
time.  He was so raw at sex, it was exciting.  Reed must have felt this way
with him, Chance realized, that first night.  It was a boundless,
passionate lust, erupting in herky-jerky eroticism after months or years of
mounting repression.  Chance didn't know what to expect next - balls,
piss-slit, foreskin, shaft, tits, abs, pecs, thighs, ass - Ash was
everywhere at once, like an enraptured child on Christmas morning.  Chance
just lay back and savored the force of his passion.  He was right, this kid
was gonna be one fucking young stud now that he'd gotten started.

Ash's curious tongue went down below Chance's big nutsac, down to lick that
smooth, tender spot underneath.

"OH YEAH," Chance groaned, "mmmmm, tickle my balls while you tongue down
there, dude.  Aw fuck, Ash, that's so fuckin' hot!"

Ash was shedding his nervous giddiness.  He felt like a lover for the first
time in his life.  It was like there was a spirit or force inhabiting him
now, leading him on.  He felt increasingly confident about how to make love
to this gorgeous college stud.

As he juggled those big balls sensuously, his tongue danced all around
Chance's perineum, then slowly but surely made its way down the smooth
crack to Chance's pucker.  The sensation of his thick, moist tongue gliding
over Chance's smooth, muscular ass was incredible.  Aw yeah, Ash thought to
himself, now this is fucking sex!  His fingers were everywhere, gliding
lightly over balls, thighs, ass, as he lapped up and down Chance's crack in
sweet, sloppy bliss.

Chance loved ass-play.  As he wriggled his ass excitedly at the sensuous
delights of Ash's teasing tongue, he wondered if the boy would be too shy
or sensitive to rim, but almost instantly he felt the boy's sexy tongue
zero in on his tight hole, snaking around the tiny petals of his rosebud.

"OH FUCK YES, ASH!!!" Chance cried.  "Work my hot fucking hole, dude.  Use
your fingers, too, bro.  OH YESSS! Fuck, dude, that's what every guy
loves!"  Chance began to jack his deliciously aching cock while the young
boy tongue-fucked him, but Ash brushed his hand away and jacked it himself,
not missing a beat on the rim job.

Chance lay back and savored the boundless enthusiasm of this young boy's
first time with another dude.  The passion was palpable.  Those light young
fingers played everywhere on his dick and balls while his hungry tongue
licked and lapped and swirled and poked at his hot hole.  Chance started
flexing his ass muscles on the boy's nose and tongue and jaws, pressing his
cheeks hard against that sweet face.  With both hands he reached down and
pressed Ash's head further into his crack.  His ass was on fire now and
needed quenching.

"Eat that jock hole, dude!  Get that sweet young tongue o' yours as far up
as you can!  Fuck, do I like that!  And jack that big jock dick!  Aw shit,
Ash, you know how to make a stud feel good!  You got me drippin' like
crazy, dude!  Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon, bro.  Gonna shoot a load o' cream
from all this fine-ass love-makin' o' yours!"

Ash was so damn excited.  He was doing it!  Sex wasn't hard at all!  It was
as insanely wonderful as he'd dreamed it would be, and so fucking natural -
when you had the right partner.  He took his tongue from Chance's ass,
regretfully, so he could work his mouth on that cock, anticipating the load
of cream Chance would soon shoot.  He kept jacking the shaft and playing
with that full, ripe ballsac, while he used the fingers of his other hand
to go back and pleasure that tight jock hole, working two fingers in, all
around, massaging the walls of that steaming hot love-tunnel.  Fuck, did he
ever want to thrust his cock in there.  But first things first, he laughed
to himself giddily.

While continuing to finger-fuck that deliciously warm hole, he concentrated
on Chance's thick twitching cock.  First he licked off all the thick, clear
pre-cum, savoring the tangy sweetness.  Damn, he thought to himself, there
isn't one thing about boy-sex I don't like; the sights, the smells, the
sensations, the tastes - it was all one wonderful non-stop thrill-ride.
After he polished the head with his tongue, he took as much of that
mouth-watering shaft in his mouth as possible.  He licked and sucked over
and over, delighting in the feel of those big veins on his lips, trying to
go further down with each head-bob.  Chance had his hands back on his head
now, lustily urging him on.

Ash was exuberant.  He felt like he had finally gotten in sync with the
world, after sleep-walking through it for months.  Life was vivid now,
exciting, physical, alive, wonderfully sexual, bursting with the promise of
desire fulfilled.  He moaned and hummed as his saliva-dripping mouth
drooled and sucked and tongue-swirled all over that incredible piece of
meat.  He was driven now to make Chance cum.  He wanted to lap up every
single drop of jock-sperm he could.  He knew what always made him cum hard
and fast when he played with himself, so he tickled those big balls wildly,
brought another finger in to work that tight jock hole, as he kept
lusciously lapping up that long, thick, veiny treat.

Chance was dissolving into a pool of sensuality, the boy was electrifying.

"Ah shit, dude, you are so fuckin' fine.  You gotta me so fuckin' hard.  AW
SHIT!" he yelled, as his balls contracted and wave after wave of cum
flooded Ash's grateful mouth.  His ass muscles clenched hard on the boy's
fingers; he wriggled his ass around on them to get every single sensation
he could.  Seven spurts and he was done.

In the wake of his orgasm, he gazed down his muscled bulk to see that
angelic young face, smiling beatifically, looking sexy as hell with cum
dribbling down from both corners of his mouth.  Chance reached down,
grabbed the boy up to him, and they kissed passionately.  Chance pressed
the boy's ass firmly to him as they hugged, so their dicks could grind
together.

"OH Chance, dude," Ash cried, breathless, "was that hot or what?  Aw fuck.
Aw fuck.  Let's go again, please, man?"

Chance just grinned at that sweet, innocent delight.  Ash was all
flush-faced - and rock-hard, too, he could feel by the stiff length of
boy-meat he felt pressing against him.

They lay there together out in the sun - hugging, nuzzling, kissing;
delighting in the feel of each other's warm, naked hardness - two beautiful
young boys, alone in the deep woods.  Chance felt like they were young
satyrs at play in a sylvan glade.  He could just see them painted on a
Greek vase.

He was so happy to be able to make Ash's first time an idyllic dream like
this.  Reed had told him about his own first time - fucked raw by an older
guy in a library men's room, then the guy pulled out, came on him, zipped
up, and split, leaving him sore and ashamed.  But what he and Ash were
doing was the way a young boy should be welcomed into his sex, with a kind
of dreamy, sweetly innocent sensuality.  It should be like you blossom into
it, Chance thought.  A young boy's sexuality should just open up like a
flower and bloom beautifully, as the seed of deep inner desire sprouted
into glorious fullness.

"I'm ready to go again, too, bro," Chance said, his ass itching now to be
filled by the stiff young prick he was stroking.  "I don't even need lube,
you got me so slick and wide-open from that incredible rim-job, and I can
feel your cock's all boned-up and drippy.  Fill my ass with this hard young
cock, Ash!  See how fucking tight and wonderful a muscle-stud's hot hole
feels.  Show me what a hot young stud you are!"

Suddenly Ash leaped up and hurried off.  Chance laughed, "Hey, dude, where
the hell ya goin'?  Lesson One in love-makin', bro: you can't get a boy all
worked up and then run off!"

"Be right back!" Ash called, hard dick bobbing painfully as he sped back
into the house.  Chance watched that smooth white ass lustfully as it
jiggled.  He was back in an instant, holding Chance's jock and workboots in
his hands.

"Would you wear these when I fuck ya?" he asked shyly.  "You looked so
fucking hot in them before."

Chance just howled.  "Damn, son, you're a boy after my own heart!  You're
gonna make one helluva stud!"  He slipped his big bony feet into his
unlaced boots, then pulled the jock up, stretching it over his long hard
dick.  Ash stared longingly at those two big balls stretching out the
bottom of the jock-pouch and the thin, straining fabric perfectly outlining
the huge shaft lying flat against Chance's lower abs.  Fucking scrumptious,
was all he could think. He reached his head down to tongue and suck
Chance's thick cock through the mesh, an incredible turn-on for them both.
As he gobbled on Chance's cock, Ash's fingers went back to playing around
in that tight hole, now sexily framed by the jock-bands.  Ash's young prick
started throbbing crazily with anticipation, but he rose up and just gazed
at Chance's beautiful ass before plunging his dick into his first ass.

"Fuck, Chance!  Even your ass-crack and hole are so damn beautiful, all
smooth and muscular and luscious.  Fuck, man, I could eat you out all day.
So fucking slick and delicious."

"C'mon, bro, I'm burning up for that young meat o' yours.  Show me what
kinda fuck you throw, dude!"

And Ash began his gay life in earnest.  He lifted Chance's legs, looking so
sexy in his workboots, held them on either side of him, and guided his cock
toward that incredibly hypnotic hole.  A dude's hole, he realized, was so
much sexier than a girl's big, alien-looking gash of a pussy.  A boy-hole
was like a sweet, tight, puckering little mouth, all pursed and ready to
make delicious sucking love to your cock.  He pointed his wet cock-tip and
that sweet pucker and then eased in slowly, sensually, excruciatingly
tightly.  He moaned in passion at the sensations of his first real fuck.
He couldn't imagine a better feeling than this.  Chance, too, was writhing
in the pleasure of a virgin dick up his ass; he used his ass muscles to
draw it in further and further.

"Yeah, work it up in there, dude.  All the way in.  You're in your first
ass, bro!  Welcome to paradise!"

It was true, Ash was in heaven.  He looked down and marveled as his hard,
young cock disappeared into the ass of that gorgeous stud sprawled out in
front of him.

Chance wanted to thrust his ass further down on that hard boy-prick, so he
brought his massive legs up on Ash's shoulder.  "C'mon, son, fill that ass
all the way.  I wanna feel that smooth, boy-sac o' yours bangin' 'gainst my
cheeks!"

"Oh Chance, this is so fucking sweet!" Ash cried as he began to work his
dick in and out, gently, tentatively, savoring each sweet sensation.  Back
and forth he'd stroke, his dick hugged tightly by that luscious ass.  He
arched his back and stared at the young adonis who had so beautifully
shepherded his emergence into gay life.  Those incredible abs were rippling
and writhing so sexily as Chance worked his hungry ass to get every inch of
Ash's stiff boy-prick.  That greedy need on Chance's part, along with that
erotic body doing its lust-dance, inflamed Ash.  His movements became
instinctual, as if some primitive masculine desire encoded deep in his
young brain had been triggered.  He began fucking in earnest, smiling as
Chance whoooped his encouragement.  As his young ballsac did, indeed, begin
banging against the cheeks of that jock-stud ass, Ash grinned in sheer
delight.

Both boys only had eyes for each other.  Chance stared up at that sweet,
angelic face, red and flushed now in the excitement of first sex; he drank
in the sight of Ash's lean tender muscles working so intently, his body
writhing in the indescribable bliss of his first boy-fuck.  And Ash, as his
body gave way to sexual abandon, stared down at the best-built young hunk
he'd ever seen; watching those hard-packed muscles of his torso ripple
deliciously as Chance worked his ass on Ash's prick seemed to get the boy
even harder. These are the treasured elements of sex for me, Ash thought
dreamily as he pumped - a nice hard cock, big ripe balls, a tight hole in a
sweet ass, a gorgeous set of abs, hard little nipples on some well-worked
pecs, and a handsome face; throw in sexy beard stubble and a jock strap,
and it's paradise.  Ash luxuriated in his gayness, wrapping himself
deightedly in it like a warm, soft blanket.

"Damn, you're a real stud, Ash," Chance panted, as his long stiff cock
writhed sexily in its moist pouch.  "What a great fuck."

"Your ass feels incredible, dude," Ash gasped, equally breathless from the
first hard-core fucking exertions of his life.  "I could bang this sweet
hole forever."

"Keep poundin' man.  Fuck that ass."

Ash just stared as those lean, cut abs he'd felt up in the Jeep kept
bending and twisting, as Chance worked his ass so the cock in him hit just
where he wanted it to.  Ash reached out and pulled the jockstrap down,
freeing that huge hard cock so he could jack it while he fucked.  Not
missing a beat, Chance reached down and stretched one of the leg-bands of
his jock around Ash's low-hanging, thigh-slapping ballsac, twisting the
band around tightly and pulling taught, turning it into a makeshit ball
ring.

"AW FUCK!  That feels so fine, dude!"Ash cried.  He kept banging Chance's
ass with his young hips as he spit on both palms and then brought his
moistened hands to Chance's long hardness.  He mixed his spit in with
Chance's precum to get a nice lube and then began to jack that huge veiny
thickness with both hands.  Pummeling Chance's sweet ass, while both hands
jacked that hefty cock in front of him, was the most indescribable
sensation for Ash - the deep pounding and fevered jacking blurred together
so it seemed like Chance's cock was his own, like he was jerking himself
off, only his cock had somehow magically thickened and lengthened as a
result of this first incredible boy-fuck.  The feeling was incredible, hips
ramming that ass while hands jerked the huge thickness in front of him.

Chance, meanwhile, was desperate to cum.  He began to buck against Ash's
dick with a fury that surprised the youth.  He realized that Chance was
taking over the fuck, but that was just fine, because the sensation of that
muscle-stud working his athletic hips and ass on his young hardness was
wonderful.  Now, Ash was using Chance's long dick like a saddle pommel,
hoping it would keep him astride this wildly bucking bronco.

Chance stared whooping loudly as his hips and ass and abs writhed in
powerful, erotic athleticism: "Gonna fuck that cock o' yours, boy!  Gonna
milk out every drop of your sweet boy-juice with my ass!  Aw yeah, fuck me,
Ash!  My ass is on fucking fire!"

Ash's balls were a mixture of pain and pleasure as Chance wildly pulled and
jerked the jockstrap around them.  He was using it as a rein to ride his
young stallion's cock.  The two drove each other on to more unbelievable
heights, screaming in ecstasy as their boy-cream strained to erupt.

"YOU FUCKING STUD!!" Ash cried.  "YOU FUCKING GORGEOUS STUD!!"

"OH YOU SWEET BEATIFUL YOUNG FUCK!  RAM MY ASS, DUDE!!"

"RIDE ME DUDE!!  AW CHRIST, THIS IS SO FUCKIN' HOTTTTT!!!!"

Suddenly, Chance's sweaty, reddened face winced.  Ash watched as his
dream-stud's jaw clenched and the huge throbbing cock he was holding shot
rope after rope of jock-cream all over both of them.  It was such a
beautiful sight, seeing another guy shoot.  Like witnessing a miracle.

The strong, pulsating vise-grip of Chance's muscular ass on his dick was
wonderful.  It spurred Ash on.  He scooped up some cream, licked it, fed
some to Chance, smeared some all over those sexy abs, all the while
pistoning away at that ass, staying astride his bucking mount, loving the
feel of his balls held so tightly.  Harder and harder and harder he
slammed, until he, too, exploded with a ball-draining force that almost
frightened him.  Cum shot from his hard young cock with the power of a
geyser, blowing jet after jet of warm, thick cream into his muscle-stud's
well-fucked ass.  He pressed his cock in as tight as he could, Chance
grabbed it with his hard ass, and the last spurt emptied into that warm,
tight, bliss-hole.

Exhausted, he fell on top of Chance and just lay there, loving the feel of
his own young muscles on top of Chance's hard, ripe firmness.  He was
aware, too, of their spent, slimy cocks mashed on top of each other.

Chance was stroking him gently, cooing and sighing.  Ash drifted slowly
back up to full consciousness, a consciousness that now included a
wonderful certainty and delight in his sexuality.  He started giggling a
little, thinking about how hard and insistent his fanatasies had been all
day for sex like this to erupt out of the lust-drenched foreplay of their
skinny-dipping.

"What's so funny?  Mmmmm?" Chance mumbled, still gently stroking the
beautiful boy's smooth young muscles.

"It's like I willed this to happen!  I kept thinking about it, wishing for
it, all afternoon.  Seriously, dude, it's ike I fucking willed it!"

Chance gave a happy, contented, post-coital grunt, "Don't know 'bout that.
Seems to me, a beautiful sexy boy like you, and a horned-up college jock
like me - don't take all that much will-power for a couple fine-ass dudes
like that to wind up in the sack.  More like just lettin' nature take its
course, you ask me."

Chance's big, firm hands started working into Ash's sweet, virgin butt.

"You know, stud, I gots ta have a piece o' this fine young ass now, but how
about we do it in the shower, where I bet there's some other fuckin' go
on?" he purred.

"What?" Ash laughed.  "You think Brock and Troy have been doin' what we
were?"  He burst out laughing.  "No fuckin' way, dude.  Troy's about as
straight as they come.  I should know, dude - I been tryin' to land that
fucker in bed for almost a year.  Nah, he's probably playin' Xbox while
Brock is beatin' off alone in the shower."

Chance smiled.  "Dude, I don't wanna bet you, but let's just say I got a
very definite gay-innarested vibe off your buddy.  And any boy's even
slightly gay-curious, Brock's just the dude to bust his cherry."

He nudged Ash off him and hoisted his chiseled frame off the chaise.
"C'mon, bro.  Let's go see some hot boys at play."

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