Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2007 14:01:45 -0800
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alien Culture 27 (gay/college)

The Alien Culture Project, part 27
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER:  The following contains depictions of gay sex.

Reed left wrestling practice at about 8, so he could make his marketing
seminar on time.  But damn, how he'd hated to leave: shooting video of the
team doing a nude practice - a nude practice, for fuck's sake! All those
incredibly built college jocks, stretching and lifting and posing, putting
those finely-tuned, muscular young bodies through their paces, getting them
all pumped and sweat-sheened, muscles rippling and dicks waggling as they
went through their routines!

It was absolutely mind-blowing, a deliriously intense gay fantasy made
oh-so-lusciously real.  Just to bask in the midst of all those bare-assed,
cut, college wrestlers and their fine-ass stud-coach - it was a miracle
Reed held it together enough to keep the camera steady and focused.  The
video footage he took, for Chance and him to stream on their 'Alien
Culture' project, would be a beefcake stroke classic. Shit, the two of them
are gonna be strokin' each other like crazy tonight as they edit it!  Reed
could hardly wait.

Chance once told him that was how the young athletes did it in the gymnasia
of ancient Greece - totally nude - but it didn't make sense to Reed: he
couldn't understand how it was possible to concentrate on working out, in
such close intimate quarters, with a bevy of nude, built, muscle-boys like
that and not just be fucking all the time - especially wrestlers, who are
about the best-built studs on the planet.  It WASN'T possible, he finally
decided; fuck, he could just imagine the orgy that erupted after - or maybe
even during - Chance's practice today.  Seeing all those hot bodies posing
and flexing and straining must have been too damn much even for the
straight boys on the team (if there WERE any straight boys in such a
homoerotic sport as wrestling!).  Shit, Reed was hard as fuck just thinking
about how much seed must have been spilled in that gym this morning.  Damn,
if only he hadn't had to leave for class. . . .

As it turned out he should have just skipped his seminar that day and
stayed wallowing in the midst of muscle-stud paradise because he found it
impossible in class to think of anything but the scene he'd just been a
part of.  Filling his head, while his prof and the other students chatted
away, were visions of beautifully sculpted boy-flesh, young jock-gods
proudly displaying their well-worked (and well-hung) bodies, in the
intimate sanctum of their private gym, that shrine to young male
athleticism, free to luxuriate in each other's male perfection, showing off
their own carved beauty and drinking in their team-mates', getting those
bodies even more seriously pumped and cut in that ideal setting - with a
tableaux vivant of straining young muscles and swinging jock cocks dizzily
swirling about them.

Reed stretched back and stroked his hard thickness under his desk as his
memory lingered over images of some of the more striking studs he'd seen
that morning: that tattooed skater boy with the PA - shit, was he ever hot,
all lean, inked muscle with lots of sexy piercings (he'd have to drop some
very unsubtle hints to Chance to have that gorgeous dude over some time);
and that Eastern European looking boy Chance was working out with - Christ,
was he ever built, nothing but pure carved muscle and a long juicy cock;
and Wyatt, of course - fuck, Reed thought to himself, his cock hard and
stiff in his jeans, you couldn't have a more perfectly cut body than that
stud's: arms, chest, ass, thighs, calves, all dusted with the most
erotic-looking man-fur possible, and the most deliciously long, thick,
veiny uncut piece of meat dangling down, bouncing heftily over those big,
ripe balls - the most mouth-watering cock Reed's ever seen, including
porn. Wyatt was the ideal balance of masculine beauty: half sleek, sensual
handsomeness, half rugged, roughneck rawness.  It was that exact
combination that made Chance so damn attractive, Reed realized.  He could
hardly wait for tomorrow night - the plan was he & Jesse were to hook up in
the afternoon (for some photo work and then some sex), then they'd meet
Chance and Wyatt back at the loft, after Chance had had his first private
training session with his coach, for dinner and a night of raw, hot, beefy
man-play.  Reed was hard as hell thinking about it.

His mind, then, was a million miles away from ad campaigns and profit
margins, sinfully ensnared in the most juicily erotic daydreams, delighting
in the wonderful reality that was his life with Chance.

After class, he headed back to Chance's dorm - but no, not 'Chance's dorm,'
he realized sweetly, dick tingling with the thought of the amazing young
stud he was moving in with, from here on out it was THEIR dorm.  Fuck, he
wished Chance would be waiting for him when he got back.  He was so horned
up from the morning: that parade of naked young hunks flaunting their
classic masculine beauty; then those steamy erotic daydreams during class.
Fuck, he wanted to get off with his boyfriend in the worst way.  If only
his boy would be there waiting for him . . . .  Mmmmmmm, what he would do
. . . .

And so his dick began to stiffen as another fantasy played through his
mind: he'd slowly undress his lover, exposing that sheer erotic splendor.
Once undressed, he'd just gaze on his cowboy-hunk, stroking and fondling in
tender appreciation - tracing round, hard nipples and firm pecs, marveling
at the feel of that warm, smooth perfection; then down to wander over those
amazing abs, seemingly gouged out from his lean flesh; down a little
further, tracing over his sexy, barely-there pubes; then lightly, one
finger, up and down that thick, long, wonderfully fulsome cock.  A steamy,
passionate kiss, and then he'd tongue-wash that marble-smooth, hard-cut
torso.  He could just hear Chance's soft, erotic moans.  Then he'd suck and
kiss and lick and slobber on Chance's long veiny jock-meat until it was
steel-hard and ready, glazed with saliva and dripping thick, sexy garlands
of intoxicating precum.  Finally, both of them heightened to the point of
explosive lust, he'd lay back and exult in one of the best fucks of his
life.

Damn! he thought, achingly frustrated with desire, boy-honey oozing from
his dick: the only thing bad about having such a steady diet of mind-bowing
sex is that you get too used to it, and the horned-up ache is that much
keener when you can't have it.  But yet, he smiled, savoring the sensation
of his excited, throbbing, honey-glazed cock, because even though his
fantasy would go unfulfilled this morning, there would be so many
incredible times together with his lover for years and years to come.

Back at his dorm, he immediately shook off his lust-haze, stripped down to
his low-cut boxer-briefs, and got busy.  He had no classes the rest of the
day, and no real studying (he and Chance had to fine-tune their 'Alien
Culture' project later that night for Baxter's class, due tomorrow, but
that would be a pleasure), so his goal was to get as moved in as he could.
His plan was to pack up and move all the essentials from his old dorm room
(clothes, toilet case, books and notebooks, tool kit, CDs & DVDs, pot and
pipes and papers, porn stash, fashion mags, wall hangings, and computer)
over here.  That shouldn't take too long, but once it was done, the real
job today would start: Reed wanted to do some remodeling, and he wanted to
get it done as fast as possible, so he could surprise Chance with their
newly redecorated space when his lover got back around five or so.  He had
a plan pretty well roughed out for how he wanted to re-do the room, to make
it something totally special for him and his lover.

The idea: first, he'd move Chance's dresser to the other side of the room,
so it would be on the right when you walked through the door, and he'd buy
a cheap, used armoire to stow his own things in.  He'd put the dresser
against the wall, in the corner, with his armoire directly facing it, the
back of the armoire making a sort of wall as you came in; that way, the
floor space between Chance's dresser and his wardrobe would become their
dressing area.  He planned to get a nice bench one of them could sit on
while he watched the other dress, and a folding wooden screen to put behind
the bench, finishing the effect of defining the space of their dressing
area, walling it off from the rest of the dorm room.  A big mirror on the
wall between the dresser and armoire would complete this part of the room.

He wanted a cool, private space for the two of them to try and clothes and
watch each other get dressed because dressing, for Reed, a fashion design
major, was so fucking sexy: first, there was getting your body naked, a
clean slate to work on - and when you had such beautifully developed bodies
as he and Chance, things got exciting immediately.  He could just picture
him and Chance, nude, muscles rippling and dicks swaying as they combed
through their wardrobes together, asking each other's opinions.

Chance had started to take a lot more care in how he dressed, Reed had
noticed, so having a dressing space like this would be wonderful.  He
looked forward to the two of them getting dressed together in the morning
or before they went out - trying on different outfits, suggesting things
that would make each other look hot, helping each other find things that
would show off their fine-ass bodies as sexily as possible.  Or the two of
them trying on clothes the other had brought home for them, as a surprise.
He could just see himself, sitting back on the bench, getting Chance to try
on different jockstraps or briefs or jeans, stroking himself as that hot
muscle-hunk became his real-life dress-up doll.  Fuck, it would be sexy as
hell, just the kind of intimacy he craved in a relationship.

Then, on the left as you came in, where Chance had his fridge and hot plate
and small table, Reed planned to put a convection oven on top of the small
refrigerator, and a piece of butcher block on top of that, so they'd have a
workspace to fix meals.  He planned to buy another hotplate (maybe a
double) and some more cookware, so they could cook more elaborate dishes.
He also decided he'd use Chance's small table not to eat on but for even
more counter space, and get a drop-leaf table for their meals.  Plus, that
way they could open it up and have a table big enough to use, for dinners
or poker, when the other boys on the floor came over - something Reed very
much looked forward to (one of the wonderful bonuses of moving in with
Chance would be becoming a part of the incredible floating orgy of hung,
gorgeous jock-boys that was now life on this floor of the dorm, and Reed
wanted this room of theirs to be Pleasure Central).

Directly beyond the kitchen space would be their study area.  He planned to
put a library table or something flush against Chance's desk, so he could
work right across from his lover.  Then, further on, was their bed.  He was
going to rotate it ninety degrees, so it faced the room, and he wanted to
mount some rods on the walls so he could hang drapes around it, adding a
touch of romance-novel exoticism, making their bed a kind of bedouin tent,
where they can be the two gorgeous young desert-princes, fucking to their
hearts' desire in their private Casbah of boy-sex.  He'd put candles all
around too, and get another nightstand for the other side, so they could
have a convenient place to keep all their sex and dope paraphernalia.

The small bathroom in the dorm he wouldn't do much with, just tack up a
couple of his raunchiest gay-porn DVD promotional posters on the walls and
put a stack of stroke books on the floor by the toilet.  And, on the small
bathroom-stand Chance and Tommy stored their toiletries on, Reed would put
a small dish-rack, so they could do their dishes in here and let them dry.
He had a toilet kit that hung from the back of the bathroom door - he and
Chance could share that.

Finally, in the long space on the other side of the room, where Tommy's bed
and dresser used to be, Reed planned the entertainment area (or, as he
liked to think of it, the 'passion pit').  He wanted to get a long, curved
sectional sofa to run the length of that part of the room, from the
bathroom door-frame, curving around the corner, and then along the other
wall, one that would seat up to 8 or 10 guys, and then a thick carpet and
some big, comfy floor pillows.  To further define the entertainment space,
he planned to get a folding screen to act as a divider from that part of
the room and their dressing area.  And in front of the screen, facing the
couch, would be a long cabinet with a big flat-screen TV on it (he had a
line on the TV: over the weekend, he'd asked Jesse how much they'd paid for
the TV he and Wyatt had, and Jesse answered that they hadn't bought it, it
was on 'permanent loan': his gallery had several stored in the basement
which they'd used for a show once; Reed had inquired about buying one of
those, but Jesse felt sure Jerry and Dan, the gallery owners would let him
borrow one, too).  In the cabinet the TV would sit on, he would store his
DVDs.

The set-up would be perfect for when the boys dropped by to watch football
or movies or porn.  He got hard just thinking of the fun in store,
introducing Chance and the rest of these newly-turned, young, gay horn-dogs
to the wild variety of hot male action he had on DVD.  The huge sofa, soft
rug, and oversized throw pillows would allow for all sorts of possibilities
when the action got steamy (which it always seemed to get around here).
And turning the bed as he'd planned meant he and Chance could watch TV from
there when they were alone.

He also wanted to re-hang the pictures Chance had up - he planned to put
those two amazing large-size photos of Chance and him, that Jesse had
taken, on each of the corner walls, above the sofa; the gay-wrestlers porn
movie poster he'd given Chance would go on the wall by the desk area; and
then he'd fill in the rest of the bare wall spaces with some of the art he
was bringing over: a copy of Jesse's latest all-male calendar; some really
gorgeous, incredibly erotic, male nude prints, paintings, and sketches he'd
collected on his stay in Italy; and some large-size Tom of Finland
reproductions he'd found online.  He wanted their room to feature lots of
the raw, sexy art a couple of hot young gay studs would have on their
walls, shit that would really let dudes know this was a place for hard-core
boy-on-boy action, the kind of stuff that would get you hard just looking
at it.

Then, a few lamps for better lighting, about 20 sets of fairy-lights to
string around the ceiling, maybe some wall sconces for more candlelight,
and the room would be done.

He knew just the consignment store downtown where he could get most of the
furnishings for the lowest possible prices, a store called Stevens'
Showroom.  It used to be owned by a sweet old woman, who'd filled the
three-story warehouse with wonderful antiques and second-hand items.  When
she died, her son, Gary, and his partner, Ron, took over the business.
Reed had met them a couple years ago at a party - they'd really hit it off
(the two guys were both gorgeous, and Reed had enjoyed a couple of really
hot three-ways with them).  Whenever Reed was on a photo-shoot, and the
people needed props, Reed sent them to Stevens'.  Gary and Ron appreciated
the business and told Reed he was always welcome to deep discounts.  So the
rugs, drapes, and larger pieces he knew Gary and Ron could hook him up
with.  The rest of what he needed he could get at the hardware store around
the corner from the warehouse.

He figured that - if he could only find another guy and a truck - he could
have all the errands done - moving his stuff over, buying and hauling the
furniture he wanted - in at most about 3 hours, leaving him about 3 more
hours to get the place fixed up before Chance got back.  Fuck, would that
stud ever be surprised!  He'd even have enough time, he figured, to have a
fabulous meal and a cold bottle of champagne ready.  He was psyched.  This
would be the perfect way to celebrate moving in with his lover - a move he
wanted to last the rest of their lives.

As he was taking down the measurements he needed, to make sure the things
he bought would fit in the spaces he'd planned, he heard someone coming up
the dorm stairs.  He looked up, through his open dorm-room door, in time to
see Tommy Bolton walk in.

"Hey, Reed!" Tommy smiled.

Damn, Reed thought, this guy is hot as hell.  That stringy, blonde,
surfer-length hair, clean-cut handsome face, killer smile, and a powerful
body his jeans and T showed off tantalizingly well.  Tommy's hockey-jock
good looks were all it took for Reed's horniness to flare up again.

"Hey, Tommy.  What's up?  Just getting back from class?"

"Nah.  No classes for me Mondays and Wednesdays.  I was just lifting with
the team.  I'm gonna get a mess o' clothes together to take over to that
tailor lady Chance goes to.  Hope she can make my duds look as hot on me as
Chance's look on him.  Whadda you got goin' on?"

"Actually, a lot.  I'm gonna try to move all my gear in today.  Plus, I
been thinkin' about re-arranging the room, buying some furniture, tryin' to
make the place look hip."

"Sweet!" Tommy said.  "You need some help?"

Reed brightened.  "Fuck, Tommy, you serious?  Cause damn straight I could
use more muscle.  There's probably 8 or so boxes of stuff to haul over from
my old place.  Then there's a couch and a rug and a wardrobe and desk and
shit I'm gonna buy at this furniture store downtown.  And a TV from a
gallery downtown I think I can score.  Been tryin' to figure out a way to
get all that stuff from point A to point B.  No way I can do it myself.  So
yeah, I DO need help.  But you sure you got time?  What about the tailor?"

"She's open til 7, I checked.  And yeah, I got tons o' time.  Kyle'll be
gone til 7, and that's just when we have a skate-around tonight.  So since
there's not much shakin', I was just gonna do this clothes thing, then
study a little, and run later.  I got plenty o' time to hang with you, haul
stuff, help you move in, get yer room in shape.  But how were you thinkin'
you were gonna move couches and wardrobes and shit from downtown to here?"

"That's the next problem.  Don't suppose you own a truck, by any chance?"

"Sorry, 'fraid not.  But hmmmm, lemme think, who do I know that does?"

"I was gonna call the guys at the store, see if I could use theirs but - ."

"Hell, yeah!  I do know a guy has a big-ass Chevy truck.  Dale King.  He's
on the team.  You want me to call him and see if he'll lend us his rig for
the day?"

Reed shrugged, not really expecting this to work.  "Sure, give him a call.
Tell him I'd be happy to give him some dough."

"Okey-doke," Tommy said, on his way out the door, "I'll be right back.  I'm
just gonna get outta these sweaty duds and wash up.  I'll give Dale a buzz
before I hop in the shower."

Once in his room, Tommy stripped off his clothes.  As he undressed, a
deliciously nasty fantasy formed in his mind, one that had begun forming
deep in his loins: Reed was hot as fuck, and he REALLY needed to get laid,
on account of he'd left early this morning, before Kyle was up, and then
spent the past two hours lifting with a bunch of cut, sweaty, fine-ass
hockey-studs.  And now, he was waaaayyyy past horny.

So he hatched a quick plan: it involved sauntering back to Reed's room
naked while phoning his friend, 'innocently' showing off his cut beef and
sleek cock, hoping it would give that sweet stud next door some ideas.
Damn, Reed looked hot as fuck in just that skimpy pair o' briefs, that nice
thick cock of his bulging out and looking hella suckable.  For sure they
had some time for a little fun before they had to start their errands, no?

He glanced at himself in the mirror before he called his teammate.  And
damn, he liked what he saw: nicely bulked and cut as fuck, sparkling blue
eyes, sexy blonde stubble highlighting his very handsome face, longish
dirty blonde hair, and a body of smooth muscle - he was so glad he'd shaved
his pubes off, cause now his seven-some inches of cut jock meat stood out
in mouth-watering relief.  Boy howdy, he thought, who wouldn't wanna fuck
ya?

He stroked himself as he got off on his reflection, wanting to get his dick
semi-boned so Reed would get the idea.  While he stroked with one hand, he
used the other to finger his hole.  Damn, he needed a good fucking.  The
thought of Reed's thick log giving his hot, tingling hole a workout had his
own prick harder by the second.  In one of the porn videos he and Kyle
watched yesterday, he heard some guy who loved getting fucked referred to
as 'a natural bottom.' And Tommy smiled to think that's sure as hell what
he was.  A dude's hard cock working all up in his ass was pure, electric
heaven to him; it got him off like nothing else.  He could just feel that
thick, hefty prick of Reed's pumpin' away at his guts.

Continuing to stare at his perfectly shaped cock and incredibly fine
musculature in the mirror, he stopped posing and just flexed, pumping his
beautifully etched torso into further definition.  God, he felt so young
and powerful, so fully alive, so awesomely male.  He stroked his cock and
fingered his hole, thinking: this is what you work your body into such
powerful definition for, ultimately - so you can experience the exquisitely
potent sensations of pure, 100 percent male sex to their fullest.  There
was nothing like the heights of ecstasy you could reach in sheer erotic
abandon with another fit dude: both bodies moving with such controlled
force, such coiled power, savoring the feel of finely-tuned muscles being
put through their most delicious paces, rubbing, stroking, kissing,
sucking, just luxuriating in the heady beauty of men, feeling desire grow
and ripen to that delicious hardness.  Then, after the foreplay, a long
thick moist cock working slowly, wonderfully, into a hot, excited hole,
stroking in and out of that tight, muscled ass, both dudes savoring the
explosive pleasure to come.  Damn, Tommy thought, his dick thick and
rising, I need to get off, and fast.

He did a quick people-search of their school's website and got Dale's
number.  He found his cell, punched in the number, and strolled back to
Reed's room, muscles rippling and semi-stiff dick swaying in excited
expectation.

When Tommy walked back into Reed's room, the older boy gave a breathless
gasp.  Tommy had stripped off his clothes and stood there, chatting away,
his hard-carved body on glorious display.  He was idly playing with his
balls and stroking his hardness as he talked.  Smiling, he shot Reed a
glance, pointed to his rapidly rising jock-meat, and cocked an eyebrow
suggestively - a frank, wordless invitation for boys to be boys.

Reed wasted no time in shucking off his briefs - Christ, was he fucking
ready for a go-round with Tommy or what?  Then he walked over to his new
neighbor and, as the boy kept talking - and it sounded, amazingly, like the
dude was fine with them using his truck - he pressed tightly against
Tommy's broad, chiseled back, wedging his own thick, hardening cock tight
into the crevice of the hockey-stud's firm-muscled ass.  Then his lips and
fingers did a light, sexy flutter all over this hot young muscle-jock.  He
buried his nose in that long blonde surfer-style mane, inhaling the
intoxicating man-musk of dried sweat, kissing the back of Tommy's strong
neck, while he stroked sensuously up and down on Tommy's big, cut guns and
around and all around those firm, flat pecs, pinching his hard little
nipples mischievously (each pinch sending a thrill-spasm through Tommy's
stiff dick).  Reed's cock was now steel-hard and steadily grinding against
those hard, smooth glutes.

"Goddamn, I wanna fuck this ass," he breathed thick and hot in Tommy's ear.
"You fucking hockey-slut, you come in here teasing me with your fine-ass
body, stroking that luscious piece of meat you got, getting me all hard and
randy.  Fuck, you want this tight little ass plowed by my big-ass dick,
don't you, you little cock-whore?"

Tommy grinned at Reed's sexy talk, getting all eager for the ass-reaming
ahead.  His mind began to cloud over dreamily with pure lust.  He could
feel the gooey, delicious wetness from Reed's cock painting his ass-cheeks.
Reed's hands were playing over the muscles of his upper body as if he were
lovingly polishing some precious piece of fine art.  His own cock, fully
hard and leaking as much as Reed's, was twitching and spronging in ecstatic
anticipation, aching with that exquisitely intense pain a dude's stiff
prick can throb with - a pain made oh-so-bearable because you know what
wonderful pleasure comes after.  He worked his hungry ass back and forth
against Reed's long thick hardness, in rhythm to the older boy's sexy
thrusts.

Tommy could barely concentrate on the phone call.  Reed heard his voice get
thick and dry and begin catching in desperate passion as he tried to keep
up the conversation with his friend.

Suddenly, a low, sharp moan escaped Tommy's mouth - still dry-humping that
ass insistently, Reed was now sensuously stroking up and down the length of
Tommy's stiff, jutting prick with one hand, while his other hand danced
across the smooth expanse of Tommy's shaved pubes and then tickled his big,
velvety ballsac.  The feel of his knowing hands playing over the
hockey-stud's smooth, sleek sexiness, gliding over that ripe, beefy,
hardness, was as sensual to Reed as it was to Tommy.  Then he concentrated
both hands on Tommy's stiff, jutting seven-plus inches.  That smooth,
pulsating thickness was straining straight up, begging for attention,
crying to erupt in pure male pleasure.  Reed stroked it slow and sensuous,
jacking the shaft with one hand and teasing the tip with the other, driving
Tommy wild.  Several seconds of play around the sensitive head and
piss-slit, then, one hand still stroking the shaft, he juggled the huge,
man-sized nuts in that big, loose sac.  Back and forth he'd play - balls,
shaft, tip.

"Huh?" Tommy said shakily into the phone, voice trembling with a steadily
throbbing lust that felt like it would rattle his whole body apart. "No,
dude, no, really, it's cool.  I'm fine.  I just - AW FUCK!"

Reed was on his knees now, in front of the boy, giving his ramrod-stiff
beauty the succulent worship it deserved.  As he lovingly licked and
slathered that smooth, slick jock-meat, Reed thought happily about how all
the boys on this floor had such nice, long, thick cocks.  His head bobbed
up and down on Tommy's stiff, twitching prick as he thought lusciously
about how the meat on these young, big-dicked jocks demanded such constant
attention - a nice slow mid-morning blow like this, for example, expertly
administered with the proper relish; waking up in the morning, having your
wood sucked or jacked or sweetly guided into a very willing ass; a quick
stop with a buddy in the john between classes, fucking in one of the
stalls; or a longer session in one of the campus library tea rooms, after
some mentally exhausting study; a session of mutual jacking as you watched
porn together after classes; then a hot session with a couple dudes in your
dorm before bed - a young dude's needs were constant, throughout the day.
Girls had no clue, Reed smiled to himself, gorging slurpily on that hard,
fleshy treat.  It was totally unsurprising to Reed that all the hot young
jocks on this floor were discovering (and then reveling in) their primal
gay desires: such body-conscious, cock-centered hot boys, as all the jocks
on this floor were, could only resist for so long the deep, incessant drive
for wholly satisfying sex, sex between dudes who fully understood each
other's strongest urges.

"Nah, Dale, nothin'.  'S cool, really" Tommy panted, his heartbeat booming
like a manic tympani through his brain. "I just s- s- spilled a glass of
water.  So - uh - 'bout a half-hour or so?  You know which is my dorm,
right?  OH SHIT!!"  Reed had begun fingering Tommy's very sensitive, very
hungry pucker.  A deep guttural moan of shameless longing ruptured out of
Tommy, and he waggled his hole around on Reed's finger, clamping his ass
muscles down hard, sending a strong signal how badly he needed to be
fucked.

A satisfied sigh escaped Reed's nose as he greedily lapped and sucked that
slick, jutting shaft and those ripe, round nuts and felt Tommy's greedy ass
gobble up first one, then another finger.  What a year in the dorm this
would be, he thought: incredible sex like this was readily available now,
on tap, 24/7.  His new dorm was a gay bordello, full of the hottest boys
around, all of whom wanted the same thing: the ability to slake their very
insistent sexual needs with other young, equally hot studs.

His hungry mouth stuffed with a sample of the fine-ass dick that was now
his for the asking, Reed dreamed about all the testosterone raging
constantly inside all the hot young muscle-studs on this floor, these young
jock gods, addicted to dick now and craving it constantly.  His mind reeled
drunkenly with the thought of the ocean of rich, thick boy-cream that would
be pumping, hot and creamy, in load after endless load, out of young, hard
cocks all year long!  He attacked Tommy's prick with renewed passion.  Up
and down his head went, savoring that long luscious pole, which rose
perfectly vertical, almost flush, against Tommy's lean, shaved-smooth lower
abs.  He fingered the boy's cum-filled ballsac with one hand and continued
working open that tight jock pucker with the other.  His own cock was now
screamingly hard, desperate to shoot, aching to plow that hot, hungry hole.

Tommy finally wrapped up the call, flung his phone across the floor, gave
out a lusty young growl, and pressed his hands against Reed's head, guiding
the older boy's wonderfully warm mouth back and forth on his pulsating
prick.

He could feel his cum start to churn and build.  Every muscle in his body -
already pumped and tingling after two hours in the weight room - felt hard,
tight, electric.  Damn, Tommy thought, a dude's body is an incredible
machine.  Keep it trained with the right kind of exercise and the right
kind of sex, and the results are amazing.  He felt a kind of sexual
athleticism surge through him, every nerve, every muscle, pulsatingly
alive.  Gay sex had thrown a switch in him, making him feel fully body
conscious, from the tips of his fingers and toes right down to the center
of his groin, for the first time in his life.  It was absolutely ravishing.

Reed was sucking him off with incredible mastery - varying hard,
hot-breathed pumping, long slow lapping, and incredibly sexy tongue swirls.
All the while Tommy's balls felt on fire from Reed's slow, insistent
sac-play.  And his hole!  It was twitching and burning so badly now,
screaming out for a thick cock to pump and ram and bang and fuck it, raw
and hard, over and over, until loads and loads of thick, luscious cream
came gushing out of it - that cream the only thing that would quench the
hungry, itchy fire he felt spreading through his ass.  Tommy let his
conscious mind dissolve in the pure sensations of boy-lust.

He moaned in a sex-thick rasp: "Fuck, dawg, it's soooo damn hot bein' able
to tomcat around with you like this!  We gotta be doin' this all the time,
now you're movin' in.  Damn, you're a fuckin' pro, dude!  You can have my
ass any fucking time!"

He held Reed's head gently but firmly and then proceeded to face-fuck him,
using his muscular young hips to draw his long spit-slick cock back and
forth, in and out, over Reed's precum-coated lips.  Meanwhile, he kept
working his boy-hole shamelessly on the three fingers Reed was now using
for ass-play.  He had to have that long, sweet cock up there!

"Aw fuck, Reed, fuck my ass!  Fuck my hot, tight, hockey-stud hole.  Make
me your fucking whore, Reed!  I want that big beautiful cock of yours all
up in my guts!  Pound my slutty jock ass, dawg!"

Tommy worked his ass muscles lewdly all over Reed's fingers, begging for
the boy's cock.  He could feel his orgasm build.  Reed's tongue lapping up
and down his thick jutting tool was hot enough; add in those fingers
hitting his prostate just right and his balls began to throb with an
over-ripe tingle.

"AW FUCCCKK!!" he cried as Reed's tongue slathered and slurped over his
ultra-sensitive nuts; that, along with his expert finger-fucking seemed to
coax a load right out of his nuts.  He threw his head back, grimaced, and
cried out in delicious agony as gush after gush coursed through his cock,
drenching Reed's mouth.  Tommy pressed Reed's head firmly against his
squirting dick as he shot five, six, seven times into those slurpy lips.

After his heart stopped racing, he looked down to see Reed's wicked,
cum-stained smile.  The boy was stroking his own cock with one thought in
mind.

"Fuck me now, dude!  Ram that fuckin' sweet-ass cock o' yours all up in my
ass!" Tommy panted, perfectly articulating Reed's very intent.

Reed pulled the blonde hunk down.  They kissed with a kind of molten heat.
Then Reed pushed the boy back, hoisted the boy's hips up, and, clasping his
thick throbbing tool, plunged into the hockey-stud's oh-so-willing ass.  It
was rough going at first, Tommy was almost still-virginal and Reed's cock
had such meaty girth, but they both loved that.  A gut-wrenching groan
escaped Tommy's lips as Reed jammed his aching prick further and further up
that tight chute.

"FUCK but that feels good!" he cried.

A slight smile played over Reed's lips: this boy was so fucking
cock-hungry.  And what a hot, tight hole.  He worked his cock up in quick,
fierce nudges against that carved-muscle ass.  Tommy was there to meet him
every inch of the way, trying desperately to work his own ass all the way
down over Reed's thick length as quickly as possible.

"OH YESSSSS!" he exulted, his eyes closed and head rolling back and forth
in ecstasy as Reed's huge hardness flooded his guts.

Finally Reed, sweating and panting, felt his balls nestle against Tommy's
lean, hard cheeks.  He raised his body and just luxuriated in the tight
warm flesh embracing his aching prick.  But Tommy couldn't rest; his hips
started wriggling and rocking, as if his ass was starving to be fed a huge
helping of boy-meat.  Fuck, Reed thought, does this fucker ever need to get
laid!

He bent down and stroked Tommy's beautiful blonde-stubbled face, then bent
in and the two again exploded in a smoldering kiss of sheer young masculine
sex-heat.  Their tongues danced wild and breathless against each other.

Reed drew his body up, leered down at Tommy, and proceeded to piston his
hips, drawing his cock an inch out and an inch back, starting a gentle,
sexy rhythm that felt wonderful.  But Tommy wouldn't have it.  His strong
ass and hip muscles were demanding, insistent, powerful.  They seemed to
attack Reed's steel-hard thickness, forcing it to speed up the pounding,
begging for nothing less than an assault.

Reed was up to the challenge.  He grasped the boy's hips up and began firm,
quick, relentless long-dicking, loving the sensation of each slap of his
loose ballsac against that hard jock ass.

"Fuck yeah!" Tommy yelled, his own hips matching Reed's rhythm perfectly.

As his cock and Tommy's hole grew slicker, Reed went faster and harder.
Tommy was sweaty and panting in utter abandon.  As Reed plunged in and out
of that choice, tight ass, he looked down at Tommy's gorgeous body -
especially, those abs, almost as incredibly defined as Chance's.  He rubbed
the hockey-stud's hard slab, getting a nice deep purr of pleasure in
response.  He grabbed Tommy's muscular legs and threw one over each
shoulder.  This raised Tommy to a better angle, so he could feed him every
bit of his dick.  He went back to his hard long ball-slapping thrusts, and
the change in Tommy's gasps of pleasure, along with the immediate hardening
of the boy's beautiful cock, told him he was hitting the prostate just
right.

It was utter erotic splendor fucking that tight ass, feeling it squirm in
delight while it gobbled up his dick with relish.  And now he could watch
the boy's hardened cock and smooth sac of low-hangers jostle and bounce
against his tight lower abs.  As his hips glided in and out, Reed went back
to playing over Tommy's washboard with one hand; with the other, he
alternated between jerking Tommy's now-stiff prick and jiggling that hefty
young sac.

Tommy was lost in pure sexual pleasure.  His head rocked and swayed; every
fiber in his body was on full sizzle mode.  Again, he could feel the cum
begin roiling in his balls.

"What a fucking cock!" he panted, breathless.  "Keep reaming my ass with
that huge fuckin' log!  Aw fuck, aw fuck!  Harder, dawg!  Deeper.  Feels
like a goddamn baseball bat up there!  So fucking hot!  Fuck the fucking
shit out of me with it, man!!"

They were rutting animals.  As Reed's hips tattooed a furious rhythm
against Tommy's ass, his hands were a whirr: jerking the boy's stiff rod,
while he frantically tickled his nutsac.  Tommy was thrashing and squirming
on the floor, alternating between weak cries and short panting moans.  He
was on the delirious, wordless edge of another major orgasm.  That huge
hard cock bringing such ecstasy to his ass and Reed's skilled fingers
driving his cock and balls wild - the only thing that could stimulate Tommy
more was if there were a huge hard cock in his mouth.

Seeing that gorgeous young hunk reduced to his worshipful dick-slave was
too much for Reed.  He knew he'd cum any minute and wanted to shoot in sync
with this sweet, fine-ass cock-slut.  He whipped out his cock and crouched
in close to Tommy, pressing their big smooth cum-heavy sacs tight together.
Then he grabbed both their pricks in his hand and jacked feverishly.

Tommy's breath seemed to leave his body in one huge moaning gasp.  The
delicious feel of their hard, straining cocks pressed together was all it
took, he was gonna - .

Reed pumped and pumped their two huge hard cocks together.  He looked down
as he jacked: with both their shaved pubes, all he could see was hard,
thick cock and lean, smooth flesh.  It was so fucking - .

They both erupted, with a force that felt as if someone had thrown a
300-volt switch in their brains.  Cum was squirting everywhere, thick and
hot, on abs, thighs, cocks, ballsacs, lips, noses, and tits.  Both young
studs were awash in the indescribable rush, that thrilling, teeming
current, the frothy ecstasy of male orgasm.  After the last spurt, Reed
collapsed like a half-drowned man on Tommy, loving the feel of the huge
pools of cream coating them, seeming to glue their bodies together.

Minutes later, heart rates normal, they smiled, kissed, and got up to grab
a quick shower before Tommy's friend was due to arrive with the truck.

"Hey, can we stop and get your shaver?" Reed asked.  "I wanna try
something."

"Sure.  What you got planned?"

"I'm gonna buzz my hair all over.  I think it's time to off this funky-ass
crew cut I been sportin' for so long."

"You sure, dawg?  Cause you look hot as hell."  Tommy reached over and
tousled Reed's spiky top.

"Yeah.  I been thinkin' bout it for a while.  Chance is way into buzzed
hair, and I wanna look hot for my boy.  Plus, I think you gotta shake
things up every so often in a relationship, y'know?  And I been diggin' on
Beckham's look for so long.  Dude's hot as fuck with that blonde buzz.  So
I'm gonna try it.  Plus, I'm thinkin' of lettin' my soul patch grow."

Tommy reached over and let his fingers play in and out of Reed's mouth,
passing them back and forth over his lower lip.

"Damn, that'll be so cool if you let your patch grow.  I can just feel that
furry little blonde ridge ticklin' the underside o' my cock as I feed it to
you.  Too hot!"

"Oh, you'll be feelin' it all right.  Now that we'll be livin' next door to
each other, you need to know I believe in a VERY good neighbor policy."

Reed grabbed a towel, they swung by Tommy's so he could grab one, along
with the shaver, and the two naked muscle-studs pranced off to the shower
room down the hall, enjoying the feel of their long cocks dangling as they
walked.

Before they hit the shower, Tommy gave Reed an excellent buzz, which, he
had to admit, looked hot as fuck.

"So fuckin' sexy, dude," Tommy murmured, rubbing his large, rough,
hockey-strong fingers delicately over Reed's perfectly shaped head.  "Gonna
feel hot as hell havin' this buzz play over my thighs and abs when we're
gettin' busy.  No doubt!"

Reed studied his reflection, turning his head this way and that as he
inspected it.  As he stared, Tommy came up behind him and pressed in close,
kissing his back lightly and stroking the lean bulk of his upper arms.
Tommy's shaved-bare pubes and big cock pressing into the back of Reed's
smooth, firm ass - naked flesh against naked flesh - felt incredible to
both boys.

Satisfied with how hot the buzz looked, Reed turned around, kissed Tommy
gratefully, and the two boys hit the showers, soaping each other up under
the hot spray.  As the soap rinsed off their bodies, they stroked each
other and kissed hungrily.  Just that was enough to rekindle the still
smoldering embers of their passion for each other.  In seconds they began
lathering up each other's cocks and abs and asses, then exulted at the feel
of each other's sexy hands working over their bodies.  They jacked each
other's cocks and finger-fucked their holes until they each shot another
delicious load.

They each went back to their respective rooms to dress.  Tommy, feeling
sexy as hell and amped at the thought of spending the day with his very hot
new neighbor, decided on mesh shorts, no jock or underwear, and the
tightest T he owned (an old grey high school hockey team shirt).  On his
feet, since the plan was lifting and hauling, he wore an old pair of
Timberlands with no socks.  Reed put on tight, low-cut jeans, also deciding
against underwear, and one of his sleeveless tight French T's, which showed
off his lusciously worked biceps.  The T was brown, so he put on his
old-school Puma's, also brown.  Going to be moving a lot of boxes and stuff
today, he thought, so brown seems like the obvious color.

Reed finished dressing first, so he strolled next door.  The door was open,
and Tommy was in front of the mirror, putting just enough gel in his
blonde, shoulder-length mane to make it look even fuller, more wild.  Reed
just about licked his lips seeing Tommy in his roughneck hockey-stud
outfit.  He loved seeing any guy in mesh shorts (note to self, he thought,
wear yours tonight for Chance), and Tommy especially was made for them -
they hung so well in back off those hard-muscled glutes, and showed off his
incredible calves really well, but it was being able to see that thick,
floppy schlong sway and bulge and jostle in front, under the soft clingy
mesh, that did it.  Reed figured he'd have a low-level hard-on all day
watching that sweet stud's package.

They hadn't but a minute or so until Tommy's phone rang - it was Dale,
calling from his truck outside.  He gave them the keys, told them to drop
it off at his dorm whenever they were done, and Reed and Tommy were left to
their errands.

The day itself proved uneventful and not at all arduous.  They stopped
first at Reed's old room and got him packed up in about forty-five minutes
(it would have been even sooner, Reed thought to himself, if he didn't have
to keep pulling his gay porn mags out from under Tommy's horned-up gaze).
They quickly moved those boxes back to their residence hall and then drove
downtown.

They spent about an hour in the consignment store.  Gary, the owner,
personally went through the warehouse with both boys, suggesting pieces and
offering incredibly discounted prices.  Reed was receptive to almost every
suggestion Gary made, except he didn't like the screen Gary recommended.
There was another one, a curved, wooden forties-era one Reed loved.  They
dickered over the price, reached an agreement, and then they carried all
the stuff down to the front of the store.

All in all, Reed was thrilled with his purchases.  They had the exact sort
of sectional sofa he'd wanted, this one in a rich chocolate velvet.  The
cabinet for the TV was low and long, dark mahogany in fairly decent shape,
and would easily store his DVDs.  The drop-leaf table was sort of beat-up,
but very cheap; Reed didn't mind the rings and nicks on the surface,
because that way he wouldn't stress when the boys were over, leaving drinks
on it and spilling salsa, and Gary even threw in a lace table cloth for it.
The carpet was a very thick lime-green shag.  The bench for the dressing
area was lovely - old, ornate and padded, it even had a back.  The real
find was the huge stage mirror, about eight feet tall, five feet wide, with
a thick, ornate, fake-gold-leaf frame; gazing at it in the store, Reed
could just picture it back in their dorm, with Chance's beautifully
sculpted body posing in front of it.  The library table was also kind of
beat-up, but again the condition was ultimately fine for two college dudes
trying to upgrade.

Tommy found himself flirting with Gary's partner, Ron.  He was attractive
as hell - an older dude, head shaved smooth, pierced ears, and a totally
macho goatee.  And Ron was obviously pretty smitten with the young blonde
hockey-stud.  The smiles and eye contact between them were embarrassingly
electric.  Once he found out Tommy played hockey, Ron started making all
sorts of lewd jokes about 'sticking', punning on the word 'puck' and using
the 'zamboni' as a synonym for dick, all of it cracking Tommy up.  This was
new to Tommy, flirting out in the world with hot-looking guys, and he loved
it.  His dick throbbed thickly in his shorts (which he noticed Ron had a
hard time keeping his eyes off) as he thought about what sex would be like
with this hot older stud.  He looked to Tommy exactly like one of the porn
stars in this leather video he and Kyle had watched together, one that had
gotten Tommy hard as hell.  It featured a bunch of hot guys, some older and
some younger, all of them either shaved or buzzed, the older dudes with
beards and all of them with piercings, who dressed in what looked to Tommy
like gay motorcycle gear and who did all sorts of really nasty things to
each other.  He bet Ron was into shit like that; he just had that air of
really hot, evil sex simmering below the surface.

Reed had expected to pay about five or six hundred dollars for everything.
When the bill rang up to only three-hundred and fifty, he decided to hit an
imported linen boutique down the street to blow a couple hundred on new
sheets, pillows, and quilts.  He got some incredibly luxurious stuff: high
thread-count sheets and pillowcases that would feel sensuous as hell
against their hard-muscled bodies, and enough expensive down pillows to
make them really feel like decadent young sheiks lounging in their oasis of
boy-sex.  He also scored this awesomely thick down-filled comforter, with a
sleek, almost satiny-feeling gold-and-black-patterned cover.  He could just
picture Chance's sculpted torso lying in it.

They hit Jesse's gallery next and, as Jesse had said, had no problem
getting Jerry to lend them a flat-screen TV for as long as the gallery
wasn't using it.  In fact, he even set Tommy up with one, which caused the
boy's eyes to bulge in stunned gratitude.  Before they left, Jerry showed
him a few more photos from Jesse's upcoming show they had just framed.
Tommy was in awe over how hot each one was, how well they captured the true
erotic essence of masculine sex and beauty.  He gushed and stammered over
each one, which Jerry thought cute as hell.  What Jerry also found cute as
hell was Tommy's plump young cock dangling down, deliciously evident under
his mesh shorts.  Jerry offered to give them a tour of the gallery -
anything to keep these two young studs around a while longer - but Reed had
to decline, and explained why.  Jerry demanded they take a rain check, then
hugged them both good-bye, making sure when he pressed Tommy close to him,
he got a nice feel of that nice plump cock he'd been ogling in those flimsy
shorts.

Next they hit this cool store Tommy really dug - a kind of small, upscale
grocery that also sold beer and wine.  It was staffed by two
incredible-looking twenty-something guys - one a buzzed, hunky muscle-stud;
the other a kind of sexy scholarly-looking dude with really hip,
fashionable glasses and a wispy sort of gypsy beard that Tommy thought
looked hot.  Reed was obviously a regular customer here cause they greeted
Reed warmly when he walked through the door.  Reed went up to them, hugging
and kissing each one, which Tommy thought was cool as fuck for dudes to do.
One helped him pick out a piece of fish Reed said he was going to poach for
him and Chance.  Then the other suggested some champagne.  Reed bought
extra bottles - one to give Tommy for his help, and one he told Tommy to
give his friend Dale, in return for lending them the truck.  Very suave,
Tommy thought.

And yes, again, as Reed and the muscle-stud were talking sparkling wine,
the sexy scholar with the wispy gypsy-beard started chatting Tommy up,
making all sorts of sexy small talk.  This to Tommy was awesome.  It made
him feel like a suddenly hip player in a totally sexy world.  Reed got a
few more groceries - he said he was making curried rice and some kind of
steamed julienne carrots with ginger-soy sauce that he was going to serve
with the poached fish.  Tommy hadn't heard of any of these dishes, but they
all sounded way better than the dorm food he was going to eat tonight.  As
Reed shopped, Tommy kept on flirting with the dude behind the counter, who
asked for Tommy's number, saying they'd call him and his boyfriend when
they had their next wine-tasting party.

"It'd be cool to see you again, and meet the boy who's got such a jock stud
like you for his boyfriend."

That got Tommy's heart racing and dick thickening.  He knew it was starting
to rise in his shorts cause he saw the dude check him out and smile.

And then, when they left, Reed hugged and kissed his friends again, and the
sexy scholar held out his arms for Tommy: they embraced (both their cocks,
blood-engorged from all their flirting, pressing tight together), and then
he gave Tommy a quick peck on the cheek and a wink.  Tommy felt like a
school-boy, head spinning with his first crush.

As he and Reed wandered the aisles of the hardware store, their last stop,
Tommy reflected on this, his first true experience in the larger gay world,
the world outside the dorm-room or locker-room.  It was cool as hell, he
realized.  These older gay dudes, keeping their bodies looking trim and
hot, with such incredible taste and knowledge about art and furniture and
food and wine and fabric and design.  Such a cool, sexy style they all had,
not just fashion style, but a kind of frank, knowing sexual allure and
aggressiveness that just bewitched Tommy (it was like, any one of the
encounters he'd had in those shops, in five more minutes, could have
resulted in fucking - an idea Tommy found very appealing).  Plus, they were
so warm and kind and witty.  Tommy was feeling the first stirrings of what
Chance, too, had felt - a longing to improve himself, so he could play in
the realms of art and culture and fashion and style and language at a level
closer to these guys.  If Tommy had the words for it, he would say he was
learning about his heritage as a young gay.

They got back to the dorm about 2, leaving plenty of time to get the room
set up.  It took a while to cart all the stuff up from the truck, but then
things went smoothly.  They got the furniture quickly moved to the right
spots, which allowed Reed to unpack his boxes.  Once that was done, Tommy
offered to hook up the TV while Reed set to work on the wall hangings and
draping the curtains around the bed.

Tommy finished first.  He got the cable working perfectly, then wanted to
test if the DVD player worked.  This was the part of the job he'd looked
forward to most, cause it meant going through Reed's very extensive
collection of gay porn DVDs.  Like a wide-eyed kid with a box of
chocolates, he wanted to try them all.  He got hard just looking at covers
and reading blurbs.  He decided on one called "Raunchy Ranch-hands" and
fired it up.

Reed smiled as he finished installing the hardware in the walls to hang the
sheer fabric and heavy velvet he'd bought - looking over at Tommy getting
so amped over his porn vids.  What a freak, it would be a thrill-ride
living next to him.  Chance and his boys kept sex so damn new and exciting.

When Reed finished hanging the curtains around the bed - velvet in front
and back, sheers along the side - and admiring how incredible they turned
out, he looked over at Tommy, eyes glued to the screen, shirt off, big dick
and ballsac pulled out of his shorts, stroking away with one hand and
massaging his sac while pinching his nipples with the other.

Reed quickly shucked his jeans and T and curled up next to the hockey stud
on the new sofa.  It was very comfortable, Reed thought, very cozy.  He was
delighted his dreams for this room were coming true so quickly - he wanted
them to have a real boys' room, where young guys could be utterly
themselves, no inhibitions, full of honest young passion and desire.  A
place where anything hot could happen.  And here it was - happening
already!

"Damn," he laughed, "we're breaking in the passion pit a lot sooner than
even I thought we would!"

He kissed Tommy passionately and took over stroking the boy's cock while
they both eyed the onscreen action.

Tommy let out a sigh and lay back, continuing to watch the porn-flick
through contented, half-closed eyes.

"This is an awesome set-up, Reed," he murmured dreamily.  "You're gonna
have dudes just about livin' over here from now on.  Me, for one."

Reed soul-kissed the boy breathlessly, his hunger rising quickly in him,
and panted, "That's the idea, dude."

Then he got to work on Tommy's cock, licking and sucking while three
muscle-hunks in leather chaps did a daisy-chain suck in high-definition on
the screen in front of them.  Watching them, hearing the electronic
dick-slurping counterpoint with the live-action cock-slobbering going on in
front of him, got Tommy hungry for man-meat, too.  He stretched out on the
sofa opposite-ways alongside Reed so the two could 69 each other's stiff,
excited pricks.

The newly remodeled dorm was filled with the sounds of men, both actual and
virtual, pleasuring each other.  It was a chorus of oral delight.  Tommy
sucked Reed with one eye on the TV and one on the long thick uncut beauty
in front of him.  He stopped sucking for a while to slide Reed's foreskin
sensuously up and down.  Then he lightly tongued the frenum, even biting it
a little, which made that cock twitch and drew a deep, satisfied, muffled
moan from Reed's cock-stuffed mouth.  So Tommy kept up playing with that
sexy loose sheath of skin, pulling it, biting the nippled flesh, tonguing
around the cockhead under the skin, and darting at the frenum with his
tongue-tip.  All the while watching the incredibly hot cocks on the screen
in front of him.

"Fuck, I love dick!" he sighed, to no one in particular.  He'd always -
ever since he could remember - loved looking at cocks: his own, of course,
endlessly in the mirror; and those of the boys in all the locker rooms he'd
been in; and then, in the steamy sex mags he'd seen that showed men and
women fucking, it was the chance to glimpse a guy's stiff rod that turned
him on.  A nice-looking cock was so fucking beautiful, so damn erotic, it
just seemed to radiate a kind of thrillingly hypnotic power.  No wonder
mainstream culture made the phallus taboo.

Tommy loved everything about dicks - how they looked hard or soft, cut or
uncut, hairy or smooth, cumming or not.  And now that he'd finally admitted
he was gay, he was free to indulge his obsession in a major way.  He loved
touching them; fondling them; stroking them; kissing, sucking, and licking
them; watching them shoot; and, of course, feeling them flood up into his
ass - it's as if a guy's thick stiff prick were a plug that completed his
circuit, sending energy rushing all through him.

He lay back and gazed at the smooth, ripe beauty before him.  He grasped
the thick, meaty eight inches in both hands, caressing it, gazing on it
with the erotic appreciation it deserved, then pressed it to his face and
rubbed it all over, breathing it in.  A huge sigh escaped his lips.

This was sex, he thought contentedly and chowed back down on that
butterscotch-colored hunk of boy-meat in front of him, letting his fingers
roam around Reed's shaved patch, his balls, and then prodding his hole.

Both boys were getting harder and more sexed up by the second.  Their
sucking and licking grew faster and more breathless.

"I'm gonna cum!" Tommy called, and then Reed's mouth filled with five thick
squirts of lip-smacking jock-cream.  Reed swallowed Tommy's sweet load,
then pulled his meat out of Tommy's mouth, knelt next to the boy, and
jacked until he pumped a few thick loads all over Tommy's grateful face.
Tenderly, he fed the young hunk fingerful after fingerful of his cum,
scooped off that gorgeous face.  When he could scoop no more off, he
tongued sensuously all over Tommy's beautiful, beard-stubbled face.  Once
finished, they kissed with the deep affection and innocent passion of two
young studs who'd just helped get each other most satisfyingly off.

Tommy stood up, flipping off the set, and asked Reed if he needed any more
help.

"Naw, just gonna tidy up a little, then fix dinner."

Tommy left the cover of the DVD out, next to the TV.  He thought it looked
hot lying there, three beefy dudes naked, except for cowboy hats, their
obscenely long, porn-star dicks looking so damn sexy.  He looked around the
room again. The furnishings were amazing; the room seemed twice as big as
it had before.  The lights strewn around the ceiling were very cool.  What
Tommy thought totally cool was all the hot sex on display: on each wall
there were incredibly erotic pictures or drawings (along with those cool
photos of Jesse's, Reed had put up sketches and painting of dudes' torsos,
with hard muscles and luscious-looking cocks; huge, X-rated posters for
porn flicks; and these amazing cartoon-like drawings of hot, muscular studs
with amazingly huge dicks doing all sorts of sexy shit); on one side of the
TV cabinet was a stack of stroke books, fitness mags, and Abercrombie
catalogs; and on an end table, a bowl filled with various lubes and cock
rings.  Fuck, this was like the gay stud club-house of all time, he
thought.

"Incredible, dude!  You had a real fucking vision for how to make this
place look awesome.  Chance is gonna flip.  It's gonna be cool as fuck
hanging out here from now on."

When Tommy left, Reed pulled on some thin mesh briefs, had a quick puff
from his one-hitter, opened a beer, and just luxuriated in his remodeled
space.  He put fresh candles in each of the candle-sticks and wall-sconces.
He flipped open his laptop and clicked on some nice low Jamaican dub to
throb through the room while he got ready for his boy lover.

He checked out the bed - it was freshly made and looked amazing.  He lay
down on it, sinking in to the down comforter and fluffy down pillows, and
stroked himself hard as he thought of all the incredible sex he and Chance
would have here - sometimes tender, sometimes rough, sometimes one
dominant, sometimes the other, sometimes just the joy of two lovers
celebrating intimacy.  This would be where their relationship would grow
and mature throughout their time together in this room.

Then, at 4:15, he got his dinner together.  He started the curried rice
immediately - even if Chance was late, it would be fine (Reed thought it
almost tasted better at room temperature).  Then he julienned the carrots,
put them in a pot ready for steaming, and whipped up a simple dressing of
soy sauce and ginger.  Finally, he simmered some vermouth and water,
putting in a couple cloves and some black peppercorns.  That would be the
stock in which he'd poach the beautiful piece of wild-caught black cod he
bought.  He thought this was a perfect supper for their first night
together.  There was maybe 2 grams of fat in the whole meal.  He wanted
Chance and him to eat as healthy as possible, to keep their bodies in peak
form, so they'd be attractive to each other for as long as possible.

When the poaching liquid had simmered fifteen minutes, everything was ready
- whenever they wanted, they were about ten minutes away from eating; all
he had to do was start the fish and carrots.

He took another puff from his one-hitter, then got his bong out.  He put
fresh water in and packed the bowl tight with enough weed to get him and
Chance beautifully stoned when his boyfriend arrived.  The plan was - as
soon as Chance's jaw got up from the floor after seeing how incredible the
dorm looked - they'd do some bong-hits, have some champagne, and then try
out the new sheets.  Mmmmmm.  Reed, a little stoned now, got wonderfully
hard thinking of the awesome reaming he was going to get from his
muscle-stud's monster dick.

A quick shower - begging off Miklos's offer to fool around under the spray
- and went back to his room to dress: black mesh shorts, no underwear, and
two necklaces - one hemp, the other rawhide - that was how he decided to
dress for their dinner that night, simple and sexy.  As he put on his
necklaces, he loved seeing how great the dressing area was - all their
clothes together there to choose from, that big mirror to check themselves
out in.  He knew he'd be sitting on that bench later, after sex, watching
Chance change for dinner into one of his sexiest jocks.

Oh, what a fucking life, he thought.