Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 15:23:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com>
Subject: alien-culture 4 (gay/college)

The Alien Culture Project, part 4

by Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

Leaving the gym, ready to head back to his dorm to stretch a bit more and
study (all he had today was a 3:30 review session for calculus), Chance
felt satisfied, but a little saddened that his time with Brock was so
short.  Damn, I wish that stud coulda come back to my room for a little
more action, sure would love to shoot a couple more loads with a guy that
hot.  Chance felt so damned good at getting regular sex, he could spit.
But now that his motor had been turned on, he was revved up and rarin' to
go.

As he headed out the doors, he saw the team's equipment manager, Cain
Adler.  Cain was very quiet but awfully nice, Chance thought.  He always
had a smile and a compliment for Chance, and gave him fresh towels all the
time.  He also brought medicine balls, water bottles, and the elbow slings
Chance used to do his hanging leg raises from the pull-up bar whenever
Chance asked.  And so Chance was kind to him in return, always asking him
how he was doing, returning the equipment he used (most guys just left it
lying around), and complimenting him on the cool clothes he wore.  He was a
sort of a white hip hopper or whatever they called themselves, always
wearing the most amazing baggy jeans and hooded sweatshirts.  He was a
little shorter than Chance, a lot thinner, but very good-looking.  He wore
his black hair buzzed very close (sexily close, Chance could honestly say
now), and he had a pencil-thin black goatee that was so well-manicured it
looked like it was drawn on with a marker.  Plus, he was pierced, which
Chance thought very hot.  He had a little metal ball in the indentation
halfway between lip and chin, as well as a little ball in his tongue, and
two silver rings in each ear.  As Chance walked up to Cain to shoot the
shit, in the back of his horny mind he could just see his cock going in and
out of that cute goateed mouth; what the fuck would a little silver ball
feel like rubbing against his thick, veiny meat, Chance wondered?  He'd
like to hold his hands on that beautifully shaved head, pump that mouth,
and find out.  Damn, down boy, he laughed to himself.  You're startin' to
wanna fuck anything in pants.

"Hey, Chance s'up?  Good practice today?"

"Yeah, very good, thanks.  Surprisingly good, in fact.  How you doin',
man?"

"Not too shabby.  Kinda low-key right now.  You headin' back to the dorms?
I'll walk with you."

"Cool."

As they started to walk together, Chance thought he'd make conversation.

"So, what's it like to be the wrestling team's equipment manager?"

"It's tight, man.  A regular paycheck is nice, and the work's not too hard.
Interestin'."

"You wrestle yourself?"

"Nah.  I don't think I've got the build.  At least, I sure don't have the
build you guys have.  'Specially you, man.  You are definitely buff, dude."

"Hey thanks, man.  I work hard at it."

"I know, man.  I watch you guys all the time, when you lift and shit,
tryin' to figure out what I'd have to do to get a body even remotely as
good looking.  I feel I'd be a hella baller with the ladies if I could bulk
up a little.  But you guys are all doin' such different shit, it's hard to
know what to do."

"Fuck, dude.  Why'n't you ask me earlier?  I can tell you exactly how to
get started, the best exercises to build a base, how to develop a strong
core, what to eat, everything."

"For real, man?  You would do that for me?  I can't pay you or anything,
though."

"Shit, Cain.  I don't want money.  I'd be happy to help you out.  Look,
what're you doin' right now?"

"Now?  Nothin'.  I was just gonna grab some lunch."

"Well, before you eat, come on over.  I got nothin' till 3:30.  Let's head
back to my place, and I'll set you up on an exercise program right today."

"Sweet!  Chance, this is so cool!"

"Hey, no problem, man."

Cain was stoked!  Could this be happening?  One of the best-built guys on
the squad is gonna help him get in shape?  How cool is that?  Cain felt a
little bit guilty, tellin' Chance he wanted to buff up a little for the
ladies.  Well, of course, that would be fine.  But honestly, it was more
something else, something he wasn't sure Chance could understand: Cain had
been anxious for a long time to bulk up cause of how embarrassed he was
around the other skaters he hung with.  Most always in any kind of decent
weather his boys stripped off their shirts when they skated or just hung
out.  They were all so cool-lookin' with their lean muscled arms and chests
and abs, and Cain wanted to look that hot, too.  Their cool bodies,
combined with their piercings and tats, was the look Cain wanted.  Cain had
no problem with the tats: he had got a very cool one on his back last year.
And he was no slouch in the piercing department either.  He had a tongue
ball, his chin pierce, both ears, both nipples, and coolest of all, he
felt, was his prince albert.  He was the last of his crowd to get his, but
when Jon and Kev and Teddy all kept saying how great sex was with it, and
Cain saw hot fucking hot they looked with it, when they'd go skinny-dipping
most afternoons last summer, he had to do it.  And he's glad he did: it
looks so awesome, and damn does it ever feel incredible: even though he's
only screwed a girl once since getting it, it sure as hell feels good when
he plays with it himself.  Cain is totally amped to finish off his body
re-modeling; he knows his piercings and the tat on his back are gonna look
tight as hell after he gets some of that hard, lean definition the other
guys have.  Damn, they look so good.  And now, maybe he won't be ashamed to
hang shirtless, not if Chance can really help him out.

"Man!" he whooped, excitedly, thinkin' about being bare-chested with the
other dudes, "Chance, if you can really get me lookin' hot, I will owe you
big time!"

"Dude, it's practically done.  When we get back to my dorm, I wanna see
your body, see what you need to work on.  Then I'll work up a routine for
you and watch to see you're doin' it right.  You need to go through your
diet with me, too, cause that's important.  Son, in two months you'll be
fightin' off the chicks!"

"All right!" Cain said, thinkin' again of how hot he would look with the
rest of his boys.  Damn, that's gonna be cool, all us guys naked and
hot-lookin' together.  Well, not naked, he thought, embarrassed . . .

Chance stole a few glances as they walked to his dorm.  Shit, Cain sure was
cute.  Very good lookin', now that he studied him slyly up close.  Man, was
that goatee sexy, and then that little silver ball under his lip.  It was
sort of a drag to hear Cain wanted to bulk up for the ladies, but Chance
could dig that.  You can't expect the whole male gender to turn gay just
cause you do, right?  And anyway, it would be kinda cool to flirt with Cain
a little.  Who knows? Look what happened last night when some hot dude
flirted with him!

They got to Chance's room in high spirits.  Tommy, his room mate was still
gone.  Then Chance remembered that Tommy would be gone for a couple days,
since the hockey team had its first away game.  Hey, maybe he should invite
Reed back here tonight for some all-night, hard-core action?  Chance,
you're startin' to think like a horny devil, he laughed to himself, and I
totally approve.

 "OK, dude.  Let's go into my room.  Strip, so I can see just where we need
to start.  Then, I'll lend ya a jock or somethin' while I show you how to
do the exercises that'll get you buff. I wanna see your body while you
exercise, so I can make sure you're doin' stuff right.  I'm gonna get
undressed, too, cause I wantya ta see my muscles contract, study them, feel
them, as I show you how to do the movements, so you know what's supposed to
happen with every exercise. That cool with you?"

"Great!" chirped Cain, not a little excited to see Chance's muscles up
close.

Chance wasted no time shucking his shirt and jeans.  He loved being naked,
looked for any excuse to luxuriate in just his own musculature.  Cain was
suddenly light-headed when he saw the wrestler stud totally nude.  There
was no fat at all on him, just hard, solid muscle.  Like a statue come to
life or something.  He'd seen him in the gym, but here, up close, focused
in, it was - JESUS Fuck! he gasped inside, as Chance turned around and his
long thick dick swung into view.  Cain couldn't take his eyes off it.  He'd
never seen a guy hung that good before.  Fuck, man, it was so beautiful.
He loved sneakin' peeks at his boys while they messed around in the creek
in the summer, everyone's pierced cocks wagglin' around, but Chance's dick
was like a real man's dick.  Fuck, he'd love to hold it, see what it felt
like.

"Jesus, dude," Cain said, in total awe.  "You're incredible.  You're the
best-lookin' - I mean, best-built - dude I've ever seen."

"Well, thank you kindly," Chance laughed, doin' some exaggerated muscle
poses for Cain, which Cain thought looked sexy as hell.

"And, dude, I gotta say, well it's sort of obvious, but you've got quite a
fuckin' piece of meat between your legs."

Chance laughed again, and shamelessly stroked his cock sensuously.  "It'll
do, I guess."

"You must be like a babe magnet, Chance."

"Not as much as you'd think, Cain," Chance said, still stroking his dick,
playing with the fleshy hood over his head kinda casually, cause he saw
Cain's eyes riveted on it.

"Hey, come on, dude," Chance called, breaking the spell, "let's see what we
gotta work on.  Get nekked, boy!"

Cain grinned and took off his sweatshirt.  As he peeled off his T, Chance
(still idly stroking that thick piece of flesh, Cain couldn't help but
notice) gave a low whistle.

"Holy shit, dude.  Do you look hot.  Turn around, I gotta see that!"

On his back, Cain had this incredible tattoo: it was dark black, like the
boy's hair, and looked to Chance like the crossed blades of some exotic
ceremonial swords from another planet spread out across the broad expanse
of his delts, then lines swooped down the center of his back to some kind
of jagged circle thing in the small of his back, about 2 inches above his
ass-crack; then a thinner curved line spread out from either side of that,
towards his hips.  Chance found it alluring as hell: it drew your
attention, then sent your eyes down his back to his lean waist, until your
vision was stopped by that soft, smooth, luscious ass.  Chance moved in to
get a good look.  Cain started flushing a lot as the naked hunk got close
to him.  A tingling thrill electrified his scalp and shot down his spine as
Chance's big fingers played across his back, tracing the tat's outlines.

"Fuck, dude, this is hot as hell.  Jesus, man, once we get your delts a
little harder, this is gonna look even hotter.  I like how it trails down
your back . . ." and here Chance shamelessly traced his finger down Cain's
spine, all the way to the top of his asscrack, ". . . and then kinda fans
out towards your hips," and Chance's fingers traced the sweep while his
thumb brushed that sweet ass.  He had moved in even closer to Cain, too, so
his cock casually but unmistakably pressed against Cain's hip.  Cain was
gettin' kinda woozy again.  This was so damn cool, hangin with this a
athlete who was diggin' his tat.  Man, did that feel cool when he hit his
asscrack.  And Cain didn't wanna move, cause he didn't want to lose the
feeling of that big piece of meat touching his hip.  Man, jocks were so
cool about bodies.  Like, some people would think this was gay or
something, but it was just dudes together, nothing more.  Exactly what he
wished he could do more of with his friends.  Aw shit! Chance had traced up
and down his tat again, hittin' his asscrack!

Chance let his fingers rest in Cain's asscrack as he said, "And no way!
You pierced your tits!  Turn around, dude, I gotta see this!"  He spun the
young skater dude around, keeping one hand there on the small of his back,
and immediately started toying with the silver rings that pierced Cain's
nipple.  They had little balls on them.  Chance was like a kid foolin' with
them.

"Dude!  This is such a hot look!  Damn, man.  I bet the girls love playin'
with these!"

"Some chicks, yeah, really dig it.  And man, I gotta tell ya, feels hot as
hell when they do play with them, or when I just fool with them myself -
it's like there's an electric wire runnin' right from my tits to my dick
now, I swear."

Chance was still pullin' on them, like a kid with a new toy.  He didn't
even realize how his cock was pressed now right up against Cain's, but Cain
did.

"It looks like your nipples are really big."

"Yeah," Cain said, overcome with the sensation of that long thick cock
pressed against his own hardening tool, and this jock Adonis totally into
his piercings, "I really think the piercing and all the titplay since then
has gotten 'em juicier."

"Mmmmm, yeah, pretty damn juicy," Chance said, not wanting to let them go.

Finally, Chance drew back and said, "Sorry, dude, I got carried away.
Damn, though, you do look hot as hell with the piercings and that tattoo.
We're gonna get your chest built up a bit and then those rings and gonna be
even hotter!  OK, let's see your lower body!"

"Dude, lemme just say that messin' around with my tits got me a little
hard, so don't mind my stiffy, OK?"

"No problem, man," and Chance started stroking his meat again, which was
visibly harder and sticking away from his body. "And seein' a hot skaterboy
like you is kinda gettin' me all hot and bothered."

Cain laughed at what he thought was Chance's teasing and kicked off his
shoes, took off his socks, then pulled down his jeans.

Chance whistled, "Nice drawers!"  Cain had on a pair of boxer briefs that
were black cotton with a thick black waistband that had a cool pattern
running across it, markings that kinda looked like the tattoo on his back.
His semi-hard dick was easy to make out.  About 6, maybe 7 inches, Chance
thought, eying it eagerly.

"Hey thanks, man!" Cain was so digging this!  Being manly with a cool
athlete.  Damn, he felt like a stud.  Fuck, he really liked hangin' with
Chance.  Were they gonna do more of this kinda stuff as Chance helped him
get muscular?  This kinda guys-bein'-guys stuff?  Fuck, that would be cool.
He felt so at ease and comfortable around this great-looking guy.  He
turned his back to Chance as he stripped off his boxers, knowing that if
Chance dug his nipple-piercing and tat, he would love his p.a.  He threw
the shorts aside and turned, "Well, whaddya think?"

"AW SHIT, DUDE!  NO FUCKIN' WAY!"  Chance was on it in a minute, feeling
the cock tip so gently, almost reverently, letting his fingers trace over
and over the ball-ornamented metal ring that stuck out from below his
piss-slit.  Dang, that's cool, Cain thought, he's not embarrassed to touch
another guy's dick; it's just appreciatin' another guy's body with him,
nothing more; how hip is that?

"Aw Cain, this is about the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my
life!  How the hell did you dream up the idea to do this?"

Now Chance was holding the shaft up towards him with one hand, still
tracing the cocktip and his jewelry with the other.

"I didn't dream it up, dude," Cain said happily, enjoying the attention
from Chance, looking down and loving the sight of his own cock in this big
stud's hand, and seeing Chance's own long dick start getting hard.  Jocks
must think nothin' about feelin' each other's cocks and shit.  They're like
way used to it.  Damn, he thought to himself, this was the kind of
attention he thought he'd get when he pierced it!  Sure, who wouldn't want
to check it out?  This was way cool!  "It's called a 'prince albert,' named
after Queen Victoria's husband or something.  He did it so it would feel
better when he fucked her, I think.  Lot's of guys have 'em.  All my
friends do."

"Oh fuck, Cain, it's about the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Chance said
quietly, still messing with it.  "Damn, imagine getting fucked with this
thing on the end of your dick.  Fuck, man.  I would love to feel that." And
now Chance was seriously playing with the tip of Cain's dick, and not just
holding his shaft, but stroking it slowly up and down, and reaching further
down to cup his balls every now and then, too.  Damn, it's almost like he's
jerkin' me off or something, thought Cain, who was instantly rock hard and
teetering further into the woozy zone than he'd been all this time with
Chance.

"You should get one, dude," he said shakily, "and then you . . . could feel
what it's like . . . to fuck a chick with . . . one of these."  Cain
couldn't stop sliding into the zone; he loved getting jacked off by this
incredibly built muscle-hunk.

"No, dude.  I mean, I would love to feel what it's like to have this thing
at the end of a cock up my ass," and Chance now had one hand grabbing
Cain's balls and turning them round and round in his hand, then moving his
fingers up into Cain's asscrack every once in a while.  With his other hand
he was stroking Cain's rock-hard 7 inches with one thought on his mind.

Cain tried to keep himself from teetering into the brink of sheer ecstasy
until he could get things sorted out.

"Your ass?  Dude, are you shitting me?  You're gay?"

"Damn straight, Cain, and there is nothing I want more right now than to
have this incredible cock reaming my ass.  Oh please, dude, you have to
fuck me."

Chance was down on his knees in a minute, guiding this lovely new toy into
his mouth.

"OH JESUS FUCK, CHANCE!!  THIS IS TOO FUCKING MUCH!!" Cain cried in utter
bliss.

"Mmmmmm," Chance said as he made incredible love to the pierced tool he
just had to feel in his ass.  His tongue played around over and over with
the little metal ornament.  He grasped Cain's dick by the base, firmly
squeezing his balls in his big hand, as his tongue dug deep into the
pierced piss-slit.  He remembered what Cain said about the hotwire from his
nips to his cock, so with his other hand he reached up to play with the
boy's pierced tits.

"AW SHIT, Chance!  I never been with a dude like this before!  Aw but man,
I'm gonna bust a nut in a second!  OH GOD, this is so fucking hot, man!
Fuck, dude, you are so fucking gorgeous.  I fucking love being naked with
you, dude.  And your cock is so fucking beautiful.  God, man, I just wanna
hold it and kiss it and suck it."

Chance got up and kissed Cain deeply.  "Dude, you are such a hot guy.  So
fucking good-looking.  Man, I'm glad we hooked up.  Come on, lie down!"

Cain felt like he floated through the air on to Chance's bed.  He watched
as through a veil as that hard, ripped body snuggled back down to work on
his dick again.  Chance positioned himself so that his own hard, thick meat
was right in Cain's face.  The boy wasted no time.  He grabbed another
guy's dick for the first time in his life, with a hot burning passion mixed
with a kind of cool awe.  He just held it and looked at it for a while.
Chance, he realized, was uncut, and so he played around with the head of
Chance's dick, figuring out how to pull the foreskin back to expose the
head.

"Aw shit, man, it's like I can feel a total buzz just from touchin' this
thing.  God, what a gorgeous hunk of beef.  I am just lovin' this, man!"

"Take a taste, dude!" Chance slurped, his own mouth wet and slobbery from
sucking and licking Cain.

No need to ask Cain twice.  The boy took that sweet moist cock head into
his mouth with relish.  After licking and sucking for a while, he pulled
his head off and turned to Chance.

"Oh dude, this is so fucking cool.  Fuck, I never knew sex with guys was so
fucking hot!"

"AW FUCK!" Chance cried loudly, "that metal on your tongue feels so fucking
good when you go up and down on my cock!"

Cain was delighted he could give this cool stud pleasure, so he got back to
work immediately, loving every mouthful.  It was so wonderful to have a
cock in his mouth at long last.  Fuck yes he'd daydreamed about this,
watching Kev and Teddy and Jon.  But he'd never dreamed . . .  And now, the
best fucking cock in the world is in his mouth, loving being there.  Cain
started getting fancy, sticking his tongue out and just letting his silver
ball ride hard up and down Chance's thick shaft.

"AW YEAH!" came a slobbery moan from Chance.

Then Cain would just play his tongue-stud all over the tip, round and
round.  Chance was purring in pleasure as he continued to tongue and suck
and lick Cain's own hard dick.

"Here, try this," said Chance as he scooped a wet slimy fingerful of precum
from around Cain's piss-slit.  He brought the finger to Cain's lips, and
the skater sucked it off greedily, as if it were some life-saving serum.
Smacking his lips, he smiled at Chance, "Damn, I always wondered what that
tasted like.  Too cool!  Kinda salty and tart, so scrumptious."

Chance moved in to kiss this sweet, lovely boy deep and slow, a kiss Cain
was totally into, as each boy's tongue seemed almost to caress the other.
The feeling of the tongue stud was electric to Chance.  Chance had a hand
deep in the groove of Cain's ass, and the boy was wriggling hard and eager
against it.  What a great fucking afternoon this turned out to be, Chance
thought.

They broke from their kiss, and Chance looked at this sweet boy, stroking
his hard, stubbly head, playing with his tits some more.  "Aw Cain, this is
so fuckin' cool.  It's gonna be so great to hang with you, watch you get
hard and cut, and then fool around with you like this.  I'm so glad you're
into it, dude!"  He kissed Cain again.

"Chance, oh man, this is like wonderful.  I guess I always knew I was kinda
into dudes in a big way, but I always thought . . . Aw man, this is so
fucking sweet."

"Lay back," Chance smiled.

Cain did, expectantly, and Chance straddled his own hard body over Cain's.
Cain was in a glow as he watched that massive, cut thigh hike up, and then
that long hard cock jiggle with Chance's movements.  Once his thighs were
on either side, he scooted up the skaterboy's torso till his cock was right
at Cain's lips.

"Mmmmm," said Cain as he eagerly guided that thick hard hunk of flesh back
into his warm, waiting mouth.  He brought his hands up so he could play
with Chance's big hanging ballsac while he slurped up as much of that
gorgeous cock as he could.  Chance sat in dreamy pleasure as he watched his
thick, hard cock go in and out of that cute goateed mouth.  After a bit, he
rose up on his knees, reached behind him, and grabbed Cain's cock, still
hard as steel.  He guided the tip to his hole and started working the wet
head around his hole, using his fingers, also, to get himself ready for
Cain.

"I'm gonna get my hole open a little so I can take this incredibly hot cock
up my ass, OK?"

All Cain could do was shoot Chance a look of pure pleasure, pure happiness.
Oh man, the feeling of this wonderful cock in his mouth and his dick being
used to play around with a hot muscle-stud's ass, meanwhile being able to
gaze on that muscle-stud's gorgeous torso - Cain had no idea sex could be
so mind-blowingly erotic.

As Chance worked that pierced tip around his hole, stretching, too, with
his fingers, getting it more and more open, he moaned, "Damn, my ass is
just burnin' to feel what that pierced tip is gonna feel like.  Shit, Cain,
you gotta throw me the best fuck you got in ya.  I want to feel that sweet
piece of metal riding up and down my chute."

Chance felt he was ready.  He pulled his dick out of Cain's suddenly sad,
empty-feeling mouth.  But Cain wasn't sad too long, cause now all his
sensation was focused on his cock, as Chance used his massive quads and
hard glutes to work the boy's cock up his ass.  Watching this muscle-dream
wriggle and strain on top of him was such a fucking turn-on for Cain.
Then, suddenly, he was about an inch in.  Chance expertly guided the shaft
further in, wriggling his ass down on it.

"OH YEAH that pierced dick feels good in my hole!" Chance whooped.

Cain was overcome.  "Ooooouuuh," he grunted, low and wordless, like an
animal, "I have never fucked anything this tight in my life!  Aw shit, does
this feel good!"

Cain started pumping a little, but it was Chance who was controlling the
fuck.

"OH YEAH, ream my ass with that sweet pierced cock.  OOOOOOHHHHHH MAN, does
that feel good scrapin my hole!  So fucking sweet!"

Cain was in an erotic space he had never been before.  Chance had even
started pulling and twisting on his tit-rings again, sending him further
over the edge.  Cain realized now why he had gotten pierced.  He'd had
maybe the slightest wisp of the reason when he'd actually done it, but it
was totally clear now: it was precisely for this kind of hot dick action
with guys.  Fuck, he thought about fucking Kev or Teddy, with their hot
lean bodies, or just all of them playing with each other's p. a.'s.  He
started pumping back, wanting to throw Chance a great fuck, wanting to
celebrate this wonderful feeling in his loins.

"OH YEAH, dude!  Fuck me, man!  Let me feel how much that sweet jeweled
cock likes bein' up in my hot jock ass."

"Aw shit, bro, you know it loves bein' up in that hot jock ass!  Fuck,
Chance, this is the best fuck I ever had.  Thanks, man.  You are so fucking
hot!"

Chance used his muscles to set up the perfect rhythm to match Cain's
thrusts.  He rode Cain in ecstasy, so happy to be able to introduce this
cute, hot stud to the joys of love-makin' between two hot boys.  He
wriggled down hard, squirming on Cain's pierced cock, twisting around to
let that ring hit all over.  He kept up the rough tit-play and brought his
other hand around to feverishly play with Cain's balls.  He wanted Cain to
drain the biggest load ever into his eager ass, he wanted him to be so
blissed out by gay sex that they'd re-play scenes similar to this again and
again in their dorm rooms, their new close friendship erupting wonderfully
into the hot joys of regular boy-on-boy sex.

Cain was panting, gasping, hard.  "Oh Chance, what a fucking stud!  What a
fuck, man!  I'm gonna cum, dude!"  And Chance slammed down on Cain at the
same time the boy jerked his hips up, sending thick hot cream squirting all
up in Chance's ass.  When Cain finally stopped pumping and crying, Chance
bent down and kissed the boy's ecstatic tears away.

"That was so hot, dude.  We gotta do this all the time!"

He kept kissing his new fuck buddy, giddy as hell.  Then he rose up and
began to jack himself over Cain's torso.  Cain just lay there, trying to
swim up from the depths of ecstasy, trying to get his heart to beat
normally, trying to control his breath so he could speak.  The sight of
this muscle god jerking himself off as he held that lean, ripped body over
his own was incredible.  Cain watched as the jock expertly worked his long,
uncut cock.  Hard and fast he stroked, anxious to shoot, then he winced,
and soon load after beautiful load of thick white cream came shooting out
of that long, hard cock.  Some hit Cain in the face and on the lips, some
on the chest, some in his hair.  He licked the stuff on his lips, couldn't
believe the smooth, creamy taste, and scooped up the rest, licking fingers
slowly, mechanically, in his after-lust..

"Chance, oh you cool fucking stud," he panted groggily as he regained the
ability to speak.  "This is like some incredible dream.  Oh yeah, for sure,
man, all the time I wanna get with you like this!  Oh dude, I have like
never had real sex before, I guess."

Chance got off Cain, scooped some of Cain's cum out of his ass, and smiled
playfully as his long tongue snaked every bit off his fingers.

"I love love-makin', dude.  And this was damn nice love-makin'."

He hopped off Cain and said, "Come on, let's clean off.  I gotta show you
how to exercise!  We are gonna get you even sexier than your already-sexy
damn self!"

After Cain left, Chance showered, enjoying the stares on his way to and
from the shower, as he walked in naked perfection down the hall of his
dorm, towel in his hand rather than draped around his middle.  He turned on
his hotpot, brewed a cup of tea, and sat in his jock, thinking.  Fuck, was
he happy, he grinned.  Suddenly, his life was exactly what he wanted: an
endless vista of hard, satisfying sex.  He thought of the wrestling team,
of himself, of the fit guys whose bodies had obsessed him for so long, of
his regular hook-ups with Cain.  Everything was bathed in a sharper,
clearer light: it's like there's two kinds of fit body-conscious guy, he
realized, those who are wholly in tune with their gym-honed bodies and the
pleasure they can truly give, with sex as the logical, most immersive
extension of the sheer joy of physical exercise.  And those guys know that
the most intense form of that pleasure comes with another like-minded,
like-bodied dude.  The other kind of guy, for whatever conviction or
inhibition, denies himself that ultimate extension of their bodies into
pure sexual intimacy with another guy.  Chance felt so alive; like his game
piece had been activated, and he was ready now for all the action possible
in the game.  Before, he realized now, all his conversations with
good-lookin' guys were charged with a tension.  That was the energetic buzz
he'd felt at being close to the guys on his high school teams or the other
good-lookin' guys in his school, or even the handsome older guys in town
he'd admired over the years, those whose bodies, hardened into beauty by
years of hard work.  But that tension, that buzz, had never gone anywhere
before; the release, the pleasure, was infinitely deferred.  Now, he could
enjoy the tension, ride it, and help it blossom into its wonderful full
phase.  He was into sowin' those wild oats, pent up for so long, that his
folks used to talk about.  He put on his dungarees, another too-small T,
admired the effect of this, his new look, grabbed his jacket, and raced out
to make his review session on time.

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