Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2006 11:18:11 -0800
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alien Culture 21 (gay/college)

The Alien Culture Project, part 21
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

At the sight of their friends, gloriously naked and hard, Troy and Brock's
lust quickly re-ignited, despite their exhausting session of boy-sex in the
shower.  Chance and Ash each grabbed one of the plush, expensive bathtowels
stacked on the bench and wrapped them around their friends.  While Ash
toweled Troy off, he fondled and kissed his friend sensuously, the way he'd
always wanted to.  Chance slowly passed a towel over the hard, delicious
curves of Brock's torso, pausing every so often to stroke his fuck-buddy's
sleek, dangling cock, getting him primed for another round of fucking with
these two horny boys.  Once dry, the four of them, unable to keep hands and
lips off each other, romped excitedly into the master bathroom, dicks
waggling and spronging, ready for more fun.

Troy's parents' master bedroom was like a Turkish pasha's tent; all
overstuffed luxury, it seemed designed for one use only: sexual indulgence.
The carpet was thick and soft; mirrors were strategically placed to let
those in bed get a dick-hardening glimpse of the action; and the pillow-top
matress, down quilts, sensuous sheets, cashmere throws, soft lighting, and
loads of plush cushions provided an immersive environment for serious
debauchery.  On one of the gorgeous, antique lacquered nightstands was a
silver platter full of oils, dildo's, lubes, butt-plugs, and cock-rings
(Troy's mother mistakenly thought her always-randy husband kept these
accoutrements on hand for the two of them; she, like Troy, had no idea of
the endless parade of hot studs who shared this bed with her husband while
she was away so often on business).

Troy switched on the soft-jazz station his parents kept the stereo tuned
to, and soon seductive music filled the room through behind-the-wall
speakers.  He lit some of the incense his mother kept on her dresser.  When
he turned back to his friends, he saw Brock was filling a bowl of pot.  Ash
and Chance must have brought it up with them, he thought dreamily, still so
amped up and blissed out from this amazing afternoon, this sexual awakening
so long in coming.  I hardly need pot, he thought, but took a quick hit
when the pipe passed his way.  As they smoked, they stroked each other,
pinched nipples, fondled asses, rubbed abs, and kissed - tuning themselves
up for the pleasure ahead.

A second bowl finished, they tumbled into their cushiony nest, kissing and
stroking whatever piece of rippling, muscled, boy-flesh was available.
What a glorious feeling as hard, drooling cocks rubbed over a thigh or arm,
leaving a trace of boy-honey behind that was quickly lapped off.  No one
knew whose hands were massaging their pecs, or cupping their ass, or
stroking their hardness.  It was a luscious eruption of stoned boy-lust.

The two teens, Troy and Ash, finally able to act on their desire for each
other, dove for each other's straining dicks.  As they lapped away, they
seemed to share one thought.  For the past year or so they'd each been
achingly alone in their repressed passions, struggling with their
attraction to boys, trying to deny it, yet always aroused at the sight of a
hot-looking stud.  They'd each been too shy and nervous to make a pass, so
they'd had to satisy themselves with fevered jerking off at night to steamy
gay fantasies, either onscreen or in their minds, fingering their tight
little holes at the thought of some hard, cut stud reaming their
cock-craving asses.  Troy, especially, had kept this side of him tamped way
down, hoping that soon the sex with girls would give him the deep
satisfaction he craved.  But it never had.

It was like they'd both been lost half-way up a steep mountain, too scared
to go any further and too uncertain to turn back.  And now, it seemed, the
heavens had sent them these two gorgeous college-jock guides, to take them
lovingly by the hand, showing them the short-cut pass through the difficult
stretch of terrain they were bogged down in, leading them to this young
boy's glorious garden of sexual delights.

Troy and Ash excitedly sucked and stroked each other, gobbling one
another's hard young pricks like they were the tastiest sweets ever
created.  Each took time out to punctuate their eager, slurpy cocksucking
with breathless chatter: wide-eyed descriptions of the hot sex they'd just
had (Ash with Chance, Troy with Brock), how gorgeous the two college boys
were, how sorry they were they'd wasted so much time, and how turned on by
each other's smooth young bodies they'd always been.  For a while, they
couldn't tell what gave them more pleasure - the ability to talk in such
frank, excited, sexual terms about their passion for dudes, or the feeling
of one another's deliciously stiff cocks in their mouths.  They were
thrilled at this mutual initiation into the most sublime, most passionate,
most erotic pleasures possible to a young man.

Chance and Brock lay on either side of them, stroking and fondling them as
their own dicks hardened, smiling and laughing as they watched the two go
at it, like a couple of playful puppies, lapping each other's cocks and
nuzzling and licking their smooth ballsacs with youthful abandon, as if
they were the first boys on earth to discover the joys of sixty-nining.

Soon the chattering stopped as the two teens immersed themselves in the
utter lusciousness of hard young cock.  Troy's lips, mouth and tongue
tingled excitedly as he bobbed his head up and down on Ash's long thick
hardness.  The sensation of a warm, wet cock in his mouth, ready at any
moment to spurt that thick glorious boy-cream, was incredible.  It filled
him, completed him, seemed to challenge him to new heights of sensuality.
He rubbed his fingers sexily around and around on Ash's jiggly nutsac as
his lips and tongue made love to his friend's mouth-watering hunk of
teen-meat.  He licked and lapped feverishly, inhaling the sweet, musky
scent of Ash's sex. Troy was a confirmed cocksucker now, he knew, aflame
with the thought of an endless supply of beatiful hard cocks to pleasure.
And be pleasured by, too, because it was as exciting for him, he realized,
feeling his aching hardness ready to explode and his mouth alive with
sensuality, as it was for the boy he was sucking.  Chance and Brock smiled
to each other at the sound of Troy's blissful moaning; he was making the
most contented ooh's and aah's his deliciously cock-stuffed mouth could.

Ash, too, was in heaven.  The boy he'd had such a painfully unrequited
crush on was right here, in bed, making love to his cock while he did the
same.  It was the headiest moment of his life.  His tongue ran up and down
Troy's veiny stiffness while his hands played over those lean, cut quads.
He pulled and fondled Troy's foreskin, biting and teasing while he juggled
his hefty ballsac.  Then he worked his tongue under the sheath of skin and
swirled the head, slurping and sucking with sloppy abandon.  As the precum
started flowing, his tongue-tip scooped up every tangy drop, digging deep
in Troy's piss-slit to get it all.  His finger had wandered down to his
friend's sweet pucker now, teasing it, tracing around it, then
finger-fucking the cum-smeared opening.  Troy gave a muffled moan of
hoarse, guttural pleasure at Ash's ass-play.  He took his mouth off his
friend's drooling dick long enough to croak, "Oh yeah, work my ass, dude!
Scratch that fuckin' itch I got there!  That's so fuckin' fine!  God, I
love that!"  Then went back to orally worshipping his wonderful new toy.

Chance and Brock were rock-hard and randy at the intensity of this glorious
sex-show.  Brock reached over and grabbed a couple of snap-on cockrings
from the platterful of sex toys.  He strapped his tightly on, then did
Chance's, pawing at that long thick shaft and tickling those big bull-balls
in their silky-smooth pouch while he fitted it on.  Fuck, he thought when
they were both on, do we ever look hot.  He bent down to gobble up a thick,
tasty-looking glob of his friend's precum, licking his lips afterward.
Chance stared down at their stiffly rising pricks strapped in studded
leather - he flashed that they looked like Spartan warriors, ready to have
their way with some young conquests.  Then he and Brock turned their
attention to the two young hotties.

The college jocks' eyes blazed with pot-stoked lust as they watched the
eager, oblivious boys continue pleasuring each other excitedly, licking and
sucking each other's cock and balls with a heady, liberated abandon, awash
in the thrilling delights of pure male sensuality.  The sight of such
innocent, delightful young lust was hot enough, but the sensual sounds of
their moist pleasure was an aphrodisiac.  The slurping and sucking, the
cock-gorged moaning and groaning, the dick-licking lusciousness - it was
too much for them, whipping them into a state of ferocious animal passion.
They had one thought between them - time to fuck a nice tight teen-jock ass
hard and raw.

Chance got behind Ash, who was on top of his friend, and licked and tongued
and sucked and bit that tight virgin hole, with a need and hunger that
surpised himself, till it grew puffy and even more seductive, all sexy and
pouty now.  Chance was inflamed; his dick felt huge and ripe with the
leather strap squeezing his root.  Grabbing some of the lube on the
nightstand, he squirted out a gob and probed that cute, tight ass with his
fingers to stretch open a pathway for his flaming lust.  He could feel the
saliva in his mouth thicken as he roughly smeared the walls of Ash's virgin
ass.  He would take him doggystyle as soon as the hole felt even slightly
big enough, ramming that young ass until Ash cried in ecstasy. Troy's
smacking lips, munching away an inch or so away from his tender prize,
seemed to goad his hunger even further.  His cock throbbed huge, thick,
heavy, ready to burst.  He felt like some roguish, randy pirate, about to
have his wanton, rum-soaked way with the cute young cabin boy.

Brock, anxious for another romp in his little jock-worshipper's ass,
sensuously poked and prodded the still-stretched hole, painting the
love-walls of Troy's hungry little hole with some of the thick load of
boy-cream he'd filled it with just minutes earlier.  Ash, sucking away at
his friend, smiled with his eyes at Brock, inches away, working on Troy's
wildly wriggling hole.  He brought a hand over to stroke the tough jock's
rugged jaw, as if to say how incredible this all was.  Brock gave him a
wink, tousled his short buzzcut, and then had an idea.  With his firm
athletic fingers, he dug as much of his cum out of Troy's ass as he could,
then daubed it all over the hard shaft Ash was sucking.  The boy grinned
and slurped it all off gratefully.  He broke from his cocksucking long
enough to give Brock a deep soul-kiss, then he went back to Troy's uncut
hardness while Brock used his tongue to bore Troy's luscious pucker a
little more open.  The teens' delight at having their asses readied for
real jock-stud cocks was evident, not just in their excited wriggling, but
in the sweet boyish pleasure-squeals that began to punctuate their lusty,
slurpy cocksucking.  Hard jock cock was going to fill their eager young
asses; fuck, were they ever ready!

Chance raised up his massive, glorious, cut bulk and put a huge hand around
his hard, veiny eleven inches, made stiffer and thicker by the leather band
drawn tight around the base of his shaft.

"Fuck, I want this ass!" he cried in a low, lust-coated voice, and plunged
his knob hard into Ash's tender but willing love-tunnel.  A short, loud
scream ripped out of the boy.  He gasped in a kind of shocked awe at this
unbelievable sensation.  It was like Chance was shoving his fist up there,
it felt so massive.  He panicked for a moment, nervously certain that huge
steely shaft would never fit his small, tight hole.  But as Chance slid in
further, Ash felt his own cock and loins flood through with a warm flowing
rush.  The feel of that hard thick length snaking its way up his guts was
suddenly overpoweringly wonderful.  Pleasure came too fast, though, to his
dope-heightened libido, and he thought for a second he might pass out.
More and more of Chance's awesome cock oozed into him, and as it did, Ash
became ecstatic.  The pleasure was deeper and more intense than anything
he'd ever felt before.  It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

"OH CHANCE!  THAT'S INCREDIBLE!!!!  YOU"RE SO FUCKING HUGE!!!!  MY ASS IS
ON FUCKING FIRE FOR YOU!!!  FUCK ME, BRO!!!"

He was stupefied, it was like the cock filling his guts just kept coming
and coming.  And he didn't want it to stop.  It gorged his body with an
incredible sensation.  It was one thing to marvel at the size of Chance's
dick when you saw it, but to actually feel it go sliding and sliding up
your ass . . . un-fucking-believeable!  Ash welcomed every single inch.  He
had dreamed about this day for over a year - his first fuck - but to have
it happpen now, with one of the most incredible cocks he'd ever seen,
wielded by one of the most beautiful men he'd ever seen: it was
mind-bending.  His own cock felt like a shaft of throbbing steel.  Goddam,
he thought, this is what it is to be a man; this is the sex that is my
birthright, my deepest joy.  All he could do was grunt in sweaty, stunned
amazement.  A future filled with boys and men flashed in crazy images
through his lust-drenched mind, a life of fucking and being fucked.  He
felt his ass-muscles involuntarily embrace that huge shaft plowing him,
hugging it like they never wanted it to leave.

Chance grabbed the boy's slim hips and started rocking.  He loved the sight
of his massive hardness going in and out of that cute young ass, his big
droopy ballsac swaying and slapping with each thrust.  He wanted to break
this boy in good, make him know the raw thrill and passion that sex can be
for a man.  He drew back and shoved in with nothing but his own cock's
pleasure in mind.  He knew whatever made his dick feel good would make Ash
feel good.  So he bucked his hips, making subtle shifts and wriggles with
them.  His movements were guided solely by what pleased his long thick
prick and huge slapping balls - that was his barometer.  His conscious mind
seemed to blank out, as if his body were being controlled by sheer genital
sensation.  The cock-ring seemed to bring every nerve in his dick to the
surface.  Feeling that tight ass clench hungrily, gratefully, as his dick
slid in and out was wonderful, his squeezed-taut balls amplifying every
sensation as they brushed the boy's smooth ass.  He plunged and plunged,
his mind filled with thoughts about how good it was going to feel to
explode load after load of cream in this sweet virgin hole.  He'd let Ash
feel the deep, carnal bliss of a real man's love-making.

Brock tore his eyes away from the obscene wonder that was his wrestling
buddy's cocksmanship and got to work.  He guided his hard, beautifully
curved, cock-ringed dick into Troy's excited pucker.  It went in easily,
between the slimy cum still in there, and the good stretching it had gotten
from their shower fuck.  Troy squealed as loud and shrill as a boy could
with a mouth full of his friend's cock.  Brock hadn't used a cockring in a
while, so he thrilled in delight as the sensations of fullness and hardness
came back.  He felt even hornier, lewder.  Chance, going at it right across
from him, fucking with such college-jock abandon, further piqued him.  He
threw Troy's legs over his knees and began pummeling that tight little hole
a second time.  Troy lost not a moment in banging his ass back sluttishly,
wanting every last micro-inch of Brock's cock pleasuring his insatiable
ass.  It felt so fine to feel his own smooth boy-ass kiss up against the
sexiness of the shaved skin around Brock's dick, flesh against flesh, boy
on boy.

He wriggled and wiggled and rode that jock-hard dick, making sure it hit
his pleasure-button just right.  A hard cock in his mouth and one in his
ass meant paradise to this young horndog, finally discovering the secret to
a boy's most satisfying sex.  This was sex in 3D Dolby Technicolor
SurroundSound High Definition.  His skin and muscles and nerves had never
hummed like this during love-making before.  He wished Brock and Chance
could stay all night so they could keep at this for hours; there was so
much wasted time to make up for.  He relished every erotic sensation: the
hard slick sweetness of the ass-reaming he was getting, the incredibly
wonderful things Ash was doing to his cock, the awesome feeling of his ass
tightening on Brock's jock-hardness, and the sound and fury of Chance's
pounding thrusts near his head.  He looked up and saw Chance's thick, slimy
prick had a leather strap fastened to the base, making his dick and balls
look hot as hell.  Some cool fucking sextoy, no doubt.  His mind and body
were awash with the pulse-pounding pleasures of pure, raw, hot-blooded male
sex.  A whole incredible world was open before him.  His cock throbbed in
giddy anticipation.  He knew he'd be cumming any moment, flooding Ash's
mouth with an enormous load, the greatest orgasm of his life.

Fuck, Chance thought, sweat sheening his hard, rippling muscles, dripping
off his face, this is about as hot as sex gets.  His passion was almost
spent; his animal-rage had given way to a sweet, suffusive joy at this
incredible scene: he and Brock plowing these sweet virgin love-holes,
seeing how boned up these two hotties got from boy-sex, watching them
devour each other's teen-pricks, the room humming with the incredible
pleasure coursing throught he four of them - to indulge in the sheer,
innocent joys of young masculinity like this was one of the deepest
pleasures possible.  There was something elemental, almost sacred to it.
He bent over and took Brock's face in his hands, all the while his muscular
hips kept pile-driving into Ash's tight hole.  He stroked Brock's lean,
masculine jaw, and mouthed, "Thanks, bro," and then leaned in to give him
the tough, tender kiss of true masculine intimacy.  Their tongues
immediately beagn dueling in the feverish lust of young athletic passion.
When they pulled apart, both anxious to concentrate on serious fucking,
Brock, a twinkle in his eye, gave a quiet, gruff, "Figgered you'd dig it,
Taylor."

Ash and Troy came almost simultaneously, from the amazing stimulation their
mouths, asses, and cocks were getting.  They bellowed and strained in their
rawest voices as rope after rope of thick white boy-juice overflowed their
mouths.  They lifted off each other's young cock to savor and swallow each
other's nectar, and their dicks kept spurting, coating abs, thighs, lips,
eyes, and bedclothes.  Once they were able to breathe normally again, they
squirmed with delight at the college-jock pounding their eager young asses
continued to enjoy.  Brock reached over and played with Chance's nips
forcefully.  Then he sneered at him and cried, "You won that pull-up
contest, dude, but I'm gonna win this one.  I bet I can hold out longer'n
you!"

Ash smiled wickedly to himself, then reached a hand forward and proceeded
to tease Brock's bulging, cockringed ballsac with quick, sensuous tickling;
Ash wanted his stud to win this contest.

"HEY!!  No fucking fair!" Brock rasped, but he wasn't really pissed.  Ash's
touch felt incredible, another layer of sensuous bliss.  He rammed and
rammed, as the teen's fingers danced across his balls in excruciatingly
wonderful pleasure.  Ash felt them draw up and, keeping up his ball-play,
brought his other hand around to finger Brock's hole.

"OH FUCK!!  THAT REALLY IS CHEATING!!!"  But again, the pleasure was too
fucking fine.  He clenched hard on Ash's fingers as he kept pummeling
Troy's grateful hole.  Then, he felt it come, an awesome, soul-shaking
orgasm.  He closed even tighter on Ash's hand with his glutes, shoved his
cock as far into Troy's well-plowed ass as possible, and savored the
sensation of wave after wave of the thickest, creamiest cum he'd shot in a
long time spurting out of his hard young prick.

Chance was ready to squirt, too.  The slick, smooth rhythm he'd set up in
Ash's warm, tight boy-hole was coaxing all the cum in his balls out of his
shaft.  Add in all this sexy horseplay with Brock, and he was just too
juiced.  One, two, three more thrusts and his bals erupted.  Ash gasped at
this first experience of another dude's cum flooding his guts.  He almost
flopped down on top of Troy he was so overcome.  Chance collapsed on top of
him while six, seven, eight bursts of thick jock-juice sprayed the teen's
chute.  He flopped back next to Brock, fully sated.

The two college jocks lay back and breathed in the boy-sex scented air,
that rarefied blend of sweat, cum, and ass-juice that permeated even the
heady incense Troy had lit.  They unsnapped their cockrings and let their
big wet dicks flop down along their thighs.  They couldn't have been more
pleasantly spent.  This fuck was the culmination of an afternoon of
cruising and naked sexual horseplay with two of the sexiest young boys
imaginable.  Chance was just about to sigh to Brock that it was time to go,
when he felt a tongue on his cock.  It was Troy.

"Let me clean you off, dude," the young cock-hound chirped, desperate to
keep these muscle-studs here as long as possible.  He wanted more cock,
specifically more college-jock cock.

"Whatever," said the lust-dazed freshman.

"Me too," piped in Ash, bending over Brock and beginning an incredibly
sensual tonguing of that curved semi-hard uncut beauty, standing out so
sexily from his shaved pubes.

Amidst all the soft, expensive bedclothes, Chance and Brock felt like two
young bedouin princes, their sexual needs being attended to by their
beautiful young catamites.  Chance, especially, was blissed out - not just
from having his rapdily stiffening cock cleaned and laved by Troy's
excruciatingly teasing tongue, but just the whole afternoon, watching these
two young boys in the first full blush of manhood, learning the true depths
of pleasure their bodies were able to give and get, finding out the
incredibly erotic uses a guy's dick is made for, having their asses and
mouths discover the indescribable sensations that are part of boy-on-boy
sex, feeling their dicks get harder and fuller than ever before, thrilling
to the consummation of all their most secret desires, finally getting to
know themselves as both the objects and subjects of male desire.  He and
Brock lay back in their sensual surroundings, kissed each other with a
jock's deep, sensual passion, stroked their heads and fondled their pecs,
while their Bel Ami boys worshipped their long, thick, now-ramrod-straight
cocks.

While Brock and Chance were lost in their kissing and stroking, Troy got
naughty: he pulled up off Chance, gave Ash a sly, sluttish smile, flipped
around, straddled the now-surprised muscle-stud whose cock he'd been
savoring, and lowered his greedy ass right on that enormous fuckstick.  He
just had to have a taste of Chance's enormous cock before the boy left.
Chance laughed and said, "Shit, have yerself a time, boy!"

"Fuck, Troy," Brock laughed hoarsely, "you are one hungry bottom!"

Troy said nothing, he just sighed with delight as he parted his ass-cheeks
so he could feel that enormous cock he'd been marveling at all day fill his
still-hungry ass.  He reached around and wrapped his hand around that huge,
moist uncut head.  It barely fit in his hand.  His ass began twitching in
delight at the thought of this huge anaconda slithering it's way up,
bringing him the kind of deep anal pleasure he'd only dreamed about before
today.  Chance's cock slid in slowly but surely.  The feel of that thick,
hard meat filling his tight young ass was indescribable.  Fuck, am I ever a
size queen, Troy grinned to himself, loving the feel of his athletic young
hips wriggling and working that mammoth fuck-stick up his tingling,
cum-slimed chute.  If there was a better feeling that having hard, thick,
hot jock-flesh up your ass, he'd love to know it.

As he worked Chance into him, he gasped and moaned in breathless awe,
"Fuck, dawg!!!  Fuck, are you big!!!  God, dude, you are just filling
me!!!"

Chance lay back among the quilts and pillows, watching this beautiful,
lean-muscled boy impale himself on his hard rod, looking over at the two
other gorgeous boys - Ash still lapping at Brock's hard, curved beauty, but
keeping an eye, as was Brock, on the steamy fuck-scene next to him - and he
just floated slong in this dream of total male pleasure.  His dick felt so
fucking fine in that tight, warm, wet hole.  It was just where it wanted to
be.  He held Troy's lithe young hips and began pumping up further and
further into him, loving the sight of his massive cock being slurped up
eagerly by the boy's talented ass.  He braced Troy's hips and began to fuck
in and out in hard little jerky movements.

"OH FUCK!!"  Troy cried out, moaning like a young cock-crazed slut.  "Damn,
Chance, feels so fuckin' fine!  Fuck me, you hot jock fucker!  Fuck me with
the biggest, most beautiful jock prick in the world!  Split me open, man!
My ass is on fuckin' fire!  Fill me with the biggest load of jock-cum ever,
then dig it out of hot young ass and feed it to me!"

He writhed up and squished down, riding his jock-stud as best he could,
bucking back and forth, trying to make this a fuck worthy of Chance's
incredible dick.  Troy was still drunk on the mind-blowing delciousness of
boy-sex, giddy at the prospect of a life filled with such pleasure.  He
wanted to fuck now as much as he could, enjoying the sex he was born for.
As he worked his ass in total rapture, he thought of the night ahead with
Ash, all the sensous delights they could explore.  It got him even hornier.

"Damn, that's nice, Troy!  Ride this fuckin' cock, dude!" Even lying down,
Chance's could use his powerful, athletic hips to thrust out and in.  Still
bracing Troy's sweet, smooth ass, he positioned the boy so he could do a
little long-dicking, which Troy's deep gasping moans told Chance the boy
loved.  He could feel the sweat streaming down his face, he was getting
into this fiery little bottom.  This kid's gonna be one hot little number,
Chance thought.  Fuck, wouldn't he be great to have at Wyatt's after-party!

Ash, inspired by his friend's wanton boldness, pulled off the hard, uncut
shaft he'd been nursing.  But Ash wanted to fuck Brock looking at him: a
connoisseur of male musculature, he wanted to gaze on Brock's unbelievably
cut definition while he rode him.  Seeing that beautifully carved upper
body while he rode that hard, curvy cock seemed to Ash like a wet-dream
made flesh.

First he just scrunched himself up on top of Brock so he could kiss him
with hard young longing.  He threw his head back in bliss as Brock licked
and kissed and sucked his neck.  God, that felt good.  He reached down with
his hand, pressed their two cocks together, and jacked them slowly.  Guys's
dicks are so fucking awesome, he thought dreamily.  He'd known it for
years, taking every chance he could to check out cocks, and now he was
gloriously free to act on his passion.  How fucking wonderful.  The feel of
Brock's hot jock-stud cock in his sleek young hand, pressed up next to his
own straining dick, flooded his body with the unbeliveable pleasure only
another boy could give.  He was doing things he'd only thought of before as
wild fantasies, but which now seemed wonderfully natural.  All the various
positions and pleasures of male love-making must be encoded in his genes,
he thought, ready to flourish in erotic splendor.

But his own hungry hole couldn't wait any longer.  He broke their kiss and
jiggled his ass until Brock was fully inside him, then he let his long thin
fingers play over the college-jock's hard, lean beauty.  He drank it in,
inhaling this whole marvelous day.  He rode Brock slowly, sensuously,
making small, sublime movements that thrilled his tender ass.  Brock got
the idea and just lay back, barely bucking, letting his dick be enveloped
by the soft, warm tightness.  Ash was in sheer heaven; the feeling of
fullness was so wonderful.

He pressed his kness up tight against either side of Brock's chest and
stretched back on his haunches, supporting himself on his strong young
arms.  Then he pumped his ass up and down on that steel-hard fuck-stick.
He wriggled and squirmed in wondrous delight, each new subtle shift of his
hips bringing a new thrill.  He felt Brock's strong, rough hands on his
cock and balls.  His shaft was stroked, jacked, his balls fondled,
caressed.  Brock pinched his cockhead to squeeze off the thick gob of
precum oozing out of his excited dick.  Ash watched, smiling through his
lust-haze, as that cool, macho beauty brought his finger to his mouth and
sucked off all Ash's nectar.  Then his hands returned to that incredibly
sensual dick- and ball-play, until the stimulation of his prostate and
genitals sent him over the edge.  He squeezed onto Brock's cock with a kind
of passionate desperation and let his young cock shoot all over Brock's
face and hair.  And then he felt the warm jets of Brock filling his core.
Boy-on-boy sex was like the most sensual, erotic dance, this wonderfully
carnal, masculine rite of give-and-take.

He bent in to kiss his partner with tender gratitude.  Brock, the sublime
older lover, licked Ash's lips tenderly, teasingly, a maddeningly sexy
touch here and there, daring him not to get hard again.  Ash was inflamed
by this sensuous oral play.  He darted his own tongue down at Brock's
teasing tip, and soon the two boys were dueling in erotic frenzy.  Brock
reached in and grabbed Ash's stiff young teen-cock.  He whispered hoarsely,
like a sly young devil, "Feels like you're good to go again, stud.  Y'know
what'd be hot, stuffing your cock up yer pal's hungry young ass.  Any boy
loves cock as much as your buddy'd go nuts at two stiff jock-pricks filling
that hole.  And you'd have the feel of Chance's hard schlong rubbin' up
next ta yours.  Waddya say?"

Ash's eyes grew wide at the thought.

"C'mon," Brock purred, and led Ash across the bed by his cock.

"Whyn't you turn around, Troy-boy," Brock purred.  And Troy, wondering what
was up, happily obliged, keeping Chance's stiff fullness in him as he swung
around on top of his muscle-stud.

"Now, get behind yer bud," he said softly to Ash, still guiding him by his
hard, drippy teen-prick.  He bent close and whispered in Troy's ear, "Open
wide, dude, you got company."

Troy knew at once what was happening.

"Oh fuck yes!" he moaned, amped at the thought of another hard shaft
helping to quench the lusty eternal flame in his ass.  He'd take four cocks
up his ass if he could, his hole was that enraptured at being filled at
long last.

Chance lay back, excited at the thought of Brock engineering some even
hotter sex, and waited for the feel of Ash's hard slender cock rubbing up
against his own.  Brock quickly snapped a cock-ring onto Ash's dick, "Yer
gonna love this," he said, hot as hell to be able to stage his own little
fuck-show.  Then, stroking him by the shaft and balls, he brought Ash's
anxious prick to Troy's already cock-stuffed ass.

Ash, Troy, and Chance all groaned in raw, sensual eroticism as Brock pulled
Troy a little more open and helped Ash slide his eager cock into his
friend's cum-slick hole.  The feeling of his own cock sliding up along his
jock-idol's wet thickness was luscious as fuck.

The air was filled again with the scent of cum, sweat, and passion as
Chance and Ash took turns whipsawing each other in Troy's insatiable ass.
Ash loved the feel of his leather-strapped balls tickling against Chance's
smooth, jostly man-sac.  He and Chance were beside themselves with
pleasure, not only at the feel of fucking Troy's tight, bouncing hole, but
with sliding sensually along each other's slick shafts.  Their dicks made a
sweet slurpy sound as they plunged in and out of Troy's hot, wet hole.

Brock jacked himself as he watched, eyes aflame with lust.  He got behind
Ash and tongued his hole for a while, bringing the young boy to an even
giddier level of bliss.  Ash was in a zone of pure body-lust.  He'd move
his ass off of Brock's hot tongue and lips, plunge his shaft over Chance's
thick, veiny rod, loving the feel of their cum-filled ballsacs brushing
against each other, to plunge deep into his beautiful friend's hole, and
then back to Brock's lapping tongue.  Sheer heaven!  He reached around
Troy's chest and tweaked those hard little nipples while his cock rammed in
and out.  He felt like a man for the first time in his life, having his
rightful share - at last - of man-pleasure.  His cock felt so much bigger,
his balls so much thicker, thanks to that tight little strap of leather
Brock had snapped on.  He felt cum rising through his whole body.  He just
kept fucking and fucking.  He'd stop on the outstroke so Brock could
pleasure his ass, then ram home right across that thick, hard rod of
jock-meat.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, dudes," Chance said.

"Mmmmmmm," Ash moaned in agreement.

First Chance shot - one, two, three, four, five thick spurts.  It felt so
fine to Ash to have his own cock drenched with hot cream.  Then Troy came,
clenching his greedy ass-muslces on the two luscious shafts in him as he
sprayed Chance's face.

What the fuck, Brock thought, I feel like getin' off again - this shit is
too fuckin' sexy.  So, without warning, he plunged his own hard, leaking
shaft right up Ash's spit-lubed hole.  The sensation caused Ash to give out
with a loud, lusty young athlete's yell.  Soon his own dick exploded into
his friend's sated hole, and then, after a few more thrusts, Brock shot.
Exhausted, the four spent horndogs collapsed on each other.

The four of them showered up together in the beautiful master-bath, Chance
telling Troy and Ash about the orgy at Wyatt's that weekend.  The teens
were thrilled.  They could take the train in - there was a station a block
away from Troy's house - and get off downtown, right near Wyatt's loft.
Though they couldn't enjoy the fun before-hand at Sparta, they could
hook-up at the loft for the main event.  Chance wrote out the address on a
pad lying on Troy's father's dresser.

They all kissed good-bye, eagerly looking forward to the weekend.  The two
boys shyly thanked Brock and Chance for such a wonderful gift.

"Pleasure's been all ours, believe me," Brock sneered, winking at Chance.
He looked at the bed and the sex-toys, "You dudes are gonna have fun
tonight, I bet.  I'll leave ya my pot and the rest of the beer if you
promise not to drive anywhere."

"No problem," Troy said.  "No car."

"Hey," he added, "speaking of cars, it's probably gotten a lot chillier
out.  You guys wanna borrow some of my dad's clothes for the ride home?
He's got sweatshirts and sweaters and stuff in one of those drawers.  He
won't miss 'em and you can give 'em back Saturday."

"Good thinkin,' dude. Thanks," said Brock, immediately opening up the
bottom drawer to start looking for something to wear home over his naked
torso.

Suddenly, as he parted the clothes in the drawer, he let out a long low
whistle, and started laughing.  "Like father, like son, I guess.  Dude,
d'jouknow yer dad was gay?"

"What?" said Troy.  "You're trippin', dawg."

"Well, if he ain't gay, he sure has innarestin' taste in vid's."  He opened
the drawer up all the way, lifting off the pile of clothes that had been
covering what lay beneath, so the other three boys could see the porn stash
underneath.  The deep, bottom drawer of Troy's father's dresser was filled
with row upon row of tightly-packed DVD's, only the spines visible, but the
titles of which made them easily identifiable as gay porn.  Brock pulled
one out, "'Fratboy Fuckfest 2,'" he read, chuckling.  "Wonder if it's as
hot as the first one."

Troy pullled one after another out, speechless.

"Dude," Ash said, "Brock's right.  Your dad's at least bi, but more'n
likely gay as fuck from the looks of this shit."

Suddenly the truth dawned on Troy - all those handsome young studs that
came over all the time when his mom was out of town on business, for those
pool parties (for which Troy had just stayed out of ther way, playing Xbox
in his room, not wanting to bother his dad and his friends).  His dad would
always say, so matter-of-factly, that he was havin' some of the guys over
later, for swimming, he guessed, and maybe they'd watch a video from 'my
private collection,' he laughed, which Troy had always assumed was his
dad's cornball way of referring to the DVD library they had in the media
room.  But THIS was the private collection.

"It's cool, Troy," Chance said.  "I just kinda figgered out the other day
that my own dad must be gay.  I think he's had a male lover for years, a
guy I useta think was my uncle.  But hey, dude, it's not like it's so
surprising or anything, right?  That our dads would be just as hot for
dudes and dick as we are?  Makes perfect sense to me."

Troy, still staring at the fifty or so gay vid's stuffed neatly in the
drawer, barely heard Chance's words.  An idea was taking shape in his head.
As it formed, a big grin spread over his face.

"This is too cool," he said to his friends.  "This means I can tell my
folks I'm gay, and even though my mom might freak, my dad sure as hell
can't.  If he tries to get all righteous and hypocritical on me, I'll just
have a frank little discussion with him about his taste in videos - and
swimming buddies."

He looked at Ash, "OK if I tell 'em you're my boyfriend, dude?  Cause then
it wold be cool when we hung out, we wouldn't have to be worried if they
walked in on us makin' out or anything."

Ash just stared at him, "Did you just call me your boyfriend?"

"Well, fuck yeah, you dumbass, you fuckin' better be my boyfriend; I been
hot for you for long enough!"

The two teens kissed excitedly, stroking their hot bodies.

"Fuck," said Brock, "how hot - your dad's gay.  That's like the hottest gay
porn fantasy in the world, gay dad and son.  Shit, I'm hard just thinkin'
about it. Imagine next time your dad has friends over - what if you, or you
and Ash, just 'innocently' wander in, and catch 'em at play.  Be a lot of
hot stud cocks to suck, I bet."

Chance drifted off, thinking about his own father again.  Paul was still
young, not even forty, and very good-looking.  Great body, too, from all
those years of heavy farm labor.  Probably some time this fall, Chance
thought, he and Reed'll drive up to the farm for a week-end road-trip,
maybe help with the harvest.  He'd introduce Reed as his lover, of course.
Maybe he and Reed and his dad and Bill'll go out for beers, have a
heart-to-heart kinda chat about men and love and desire.  Maybe when they
got back to the farm, they'd all four kinda mosey into the barn for a
nightcap.  As his dad fetched them all Grain Belts from the fridge in the
barn, he and Reed'd sort of slip off their shirts to get comfortable, maybe
open the top button or two on their jeans, and -- .

"Earth to Chance.  Come in, Chance.  I said we better hit it, huh?"

"Oh yeah, sure.  Defintely.  Sorry, dude, I was spacing."

"Jesus, dawg, where the fuck were you?"

"Oh, nothin', no place.  Nevermind."

More kisses, the now-clothed college studs stroking the lean, smooth torsos
of the still-nude high-schoolers, everyone sad they had to break up this
amazing party.  As Brock's Jeep pulled out the drive, he and Chance looked
up to see two cute, naked asses wiggling goodbye to them from an upstairs
window.

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