Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2004 12:27:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com>
Subject: If Only I Were Gay part 5, gay college

If Only I Were Gay, part 5

by Rio Mack

	The phone call had awakened Joel.  When Leif hung up, the
pleasantly groggy jock stretched his large-muscled frame and then pulled
his lithe lover close to him, letting his hands wander all over that sinewy
body.  They kissed deep and long, both reveling in the sheer delight of
waking up next to each other.  The two naked boys held each other tightly
in bed, kissing passionately, each caressing the other with sensual
delight.  They made sure to press and rub against each other's cocks,
utterly amped at the pleasure they knew was to come.

	"Mmmmm, this is never gonna get old," Joel mumbled, as he ran his
lips and hands across Leif's stubbly beard and shaved head.

	"Wait!" Leif cried, breaking their kiss.  "Do you have some time
this morning?"

	Joel looked at the clock and thought out loud, "It's 7 now?  Sure.
I've got til 9 when Bo's coming by to pick me up.  We're gonna lift in the
gym for a while before classes."

	"So you've got almost 2 hours.  Cool.  Let's go."  He led Joel into
the bathroom.

	"What's up, dude?"

	"I'm shaving you!"

	"Oh fuck yes!  Damn, dude, I totally want that look!  How did you
know?"

	"Cause I'm your soul-mate, stud.  I'm s'posed to know shit like
that."

	As Leif rounded up the supplies they'd need, Joel got more and more
stoked.  He was finally gonna have that sexy little pubic ridge and smooth
balls and ass.  He could just feel Leif's tongue gliding up and down his
crack and taking a mouthful of his silky-smooth ballsac, and Leif's nose
grazing his neatly-groomed blonde pubes.  He was getting full and half-hard
with anticipation.

	Leif was back.  He first gave Joel a long, slow kiss, pulling him
by his glutes close into him.

	"This is gonna be so fucking hot, Joel.  You're already the
best-looking guy on campus, and now you are gonna get the finishing touch."

	"Go for it, man.  Think prime-beef porn star, that's the look I
want!" Joel laughed.

	Leif got down to business.  First, with scissors, he trimmed away
as much hair as he could from Joel's ass.  Very carefully, he pulled the
blonde tufts taut and snipped them away, working methodically from the base
of his lover's balls back up the crack.  Then he got to work on the furry
blonde bush.  He trimmed it away to a nice, neat evenness, mentally guided
by the hottest trim jobs he'd seen from years of gay porn.  Then he put the
scissors aside and got the electric shaver he and his friend Tommy used to
buzz each other's heads.  First, he combed Joel's bush out, then buzzed the
pubes to about a half-inch long; next he shaved the excess away totally so
only a sexy three-quarter inch ridge remained about a half-inch above the
base of his cock.  He trimmed the sides until the ridge was about three
inches long.  It looked perfect, bringing out the smooth, sleek firmness of
Joel's lower abs, hipbones, and his ripped, massive thighs.  They were
exposed in all their power now.

	"God, you are such a macho stud, dude."

	"It's lookin' so cool, Leif!"  Joel's cock was now pretty hard.

	"Glad you're gettin' a stiffy, sport.  I think that'll be easier to
shave."

	He got a warm washcloth and got Joel's cock and balls dripping wet.

	"OK, turn around and bend over."

	Leif applied a thin layer of shave cream all up and down his
lover's ass-crack, lovingly coating first one side, then the other, poking
a little in his hole, just to get a rise out of him.

	"Keep your mind on your work, you fucker," Joel called back.  "You
can take it out for a test drive when you're finished!"

	"Ooooh, promise?" Leif teased, as he kept fingering Joel's hole.

	"Word, dude!!  Just get back to work!  Hurry, man, I'm so fucking
excited!"  His big dick was bobbing up and down in glee as he squirmed from
Leif's fingering of his cream-coated pucker.

	Leif took his triple-track razor, put on a fresh blade, and gently
went to work, shaving all the hair and stubble away from Joel's ass until
it was all slick, smooth muscle.  God-damn, he thought, starting to
salivate a little.  This is one gorgeous fucking crack.  Not a blemish on
it.  And now, just beautifully smooth flesh.  He could just feel his tongue
gliding all over down there.  Shit, dude, focus, he thought to himself.

	He next shaved the perineum right up to the base of Joel's big,
loose ballsac.

	"Oh, damn that feels good, dude," Joel moaned as the razor gently
stroked along that sensitive area between his balls and ass.

	"Glad you like it.  OK, now, turn back around."

	Joel flipped around, and Leif coated his balls and shaft, lingering
sensually, too turned on by them to let them go.  Joel, who'd softened a
little, grew hard again.

	"Damn, dude, finish and wash me off, then we can go at it!  I am so
primed!"

	Reluctantly, Leif got back to work.  He shaved off the few stray
hairs at the base of Joel's shaft, then did the balls.  Fuck, did Joel's
big sac look hot, all smooth and silky.  He took the warm washcloth, got it
wet again, and rinsed Joel's ass, cock, and balls totally.  Then he
lovingly dried him.  Joel admired himself in the mirror. Fucking perfect,
he thought.  He brushed his hands through his dirty blonde hair and flexed.
Damn, it was so hot now, it was almost obscene.  It was like all the bits
that weren't prime stud had been erased, and now he was a total hunk.  Leif
had given him what he'd craved, that hot, gay-stud look.  He was as hot as
any guy he'd ever seen on the Net.  His cock looked fucking awesome now,
total beef glory.  He thought of the guys in the shower at the gym.  Eyes
are gonna be riveted on this, he knew.  It would sort of be like coming out
to them, he guessed, cause Joel figured it was a pretty hard-core gay look.
But . . . maybe not; maybe most guys weren't the connoisseurs of gay porn
that he and Leif were.  Either way, he just loved how fucking hot he
looked.

	"Dude, I don't want to sound like an asshole, but I'm gettin' horny
just lookin' at me.  Smashing shave job, old bean, I must say!"

	"No doubt, man, you are one hot stud."

	Leif stroked Joel's nether-region.

	"Jesus, your torso just seems to go one forever; you are so fuckin'
built, Joel.  Oh man, I gotta try this out, let's head back to bed."

	Joel lay back amid the sheets, sensuously stretching his newly
groomed sexiness, and Leif just gazed at him.  Porn star supreme now, for
sure.  He let his fingers play in Joel's little ridge.

	"Fuck, you are so hot!"

	He dug in, luxuriantly lapping at his lover all over, delighting in
the feel of his tongue on those now-smooth cock and balls.  He couldn't get
enough, licking and sucking and lapping loudly and greedily, like a hungry
child.  He dwelt on those big smooth balls, taking first one, then the
other of Joel's big ripe plums into his mouth, sucking and lapping, oohing
and aaahing in sensual delight -- like licking silk or velvet, Leif
thought, the feeling was just incredible.  Joel got achingly, deliriously
hard.  Leif regretfully tore himself away from that deliciously smooth
ballsac to try out Joel's crack.  Lifting his lover's legs up, and blowing
him a kiss, he dove in.  His tongue glided up and down, meeting nothing but
smooth skin-covered muscle.

	"Oh man!  This is heaven!  What a contact high!  It's like I'm
lapping up milk or something!  I could do this all day!"

	"It feels fucking fantastic, man!  Lick away, dude!  I'm lovin' it!
Get me all wet and slick, and then feed me that luscious cock of yours,
man.  Rub your cock all over my smooth crack!  I bet you'll just glide
right in!  And jerk me while you fuck me, Leif.  I love that!"

	Leif was lost in Joel's smooth, glistening ass.  He ran his tongue
up and down slowly, savoring the wild new sensation.  Then his tongue
played around Joel's gorgeous pink pucker, beautifully exposed now in all
its perfectly tight beauty.  He let his tongue have its way with Joel's
hole, tongue-fucking him with a maddening delicacy that had Joel whimpering
for Leif's cock.  So Leif spit on his hands, slapped Joel's shiny ass a
bit, and rubbed his fingers up and down that glistening wet ass, transfixed
by his gorgeous stud's beauty.

	"Fuck, Joel, does your ass look sexy now."  He tongued it more,
unable to resist.

	Joel began to grind his ass against Leif's tongue, squirming in
pleasure, his long cock twitching lustily now, and his silken ballsac
jostling all over as Leif had his way with his boyfriend's gleaming crack,
tonguing and lapping at that slickly luscious skin, the gateway to such
deep pleasure.  Drunk on erotic desire, he rubbed his face all over Joel's
beautifully smooth crack, crooning his pleasure in deep, low passion.
Meanwhile, he reached up to grab another handful of that big silken
ballsac, rolling those cum-gorged nuts around sensuously in his long
fingers.

	"Oh man, that's so fine, Leif.  Jesus, you rim good.  And your
stubble is tickling my butt like crazy.  Come on, dude, get me all nice and
open and then give me that dick I crave so much!  Fuck, do I want you in
me!"

	To have this jock wet-dream squirming in pleasure, aching for his
cock, was too much for Leif.  He reached over to grab Joel's hands and
placed them on his hard, dripping cock.

	"Oh yeah!" Joel moaned, as he stroked Leif's cock gratefully.
"There's that meat I want!"  He guided Leif to his hungry hole as if here
using a dildo.  "Come on, dude, start pumpin'!  My ass is itchin' like
crazy!"

	Leif entered slowly, but surely.  Joel was so wet and slick, and
Leif so drippy, that he just eased right in.  Then he began his thrusts,
gliding in and out while Joel bucked back.  Joel gave a loud, deep moan of
contentment to have that dick finally filling him.  They got a good rhythm
going almost immediately, and soon the bulky stud was using his powerful
hips to ride back and forth on Leif's cock.

	"Fuck I love this!" he cried in pure boyish enthusiasm, as his hips
did all sorts of incredibly pleasurable things to Leif's cock.

	Leif could have just rested back on his haunches and let Joel be
the aggressor, but he didn't.  He decided he was gonna throw his jock-stud
a real fuck.  He wanted Joel to respect his strength and skill and passion,
because he was in such awe of Joel's.  Grabbing the mounds of Joel's pecs
in his hands, he worked those tits, pinching the nipples lovingly as he
eased him down on the bed.

	"Mmmm," Joel purred, as Leif kneaded his nips and pecs.

	Then Leif raised those full, bulging calf muscles to either side of
his shoulders and went to work.  He started pumping in and out, taking over
the fuck totally, ramming his buff lover as hard as he could.  His dick was
in heaven, gliding in and out of that smooth, tight jock hole.  He gazed in
delight at Joel lying back in a haze of ecstasy, his blonde hair all
sweat-stringed, making him look like some Australian surfer-stud porn.
Joel's beautiful torso, those well-worked-out pecs and abs - they inflamed
Leif with new lust, driving him further on.  Leif had never been this hard
this long in his life.  Joel seemed to notice it, too.  He looked up in a
kind of mystified awe at his beautiful twink stud, drinking in that
lean-muscled body and the cool sexy stubble on his face and head.

	"God," he said, as Leif bucked his body repeatedly, "you feel
bigger, harder!  Oh, keep fucking me, Leif!" he excitedly grunted.  "God, I
love you!"

	Leif took Joel's long, thick cock in his hands and started jacking
that hard, full beauty.  It felt so wonderful in his hands, so alive.  He
played with the foreskin as he bucked in and out of Joel's ass.  His rhythm
was so firmly controlled and timed, and he was so one with Joel, it was
like he was jacking himself.  With one hand he began tickling Joel's
velvety scrotum.

	"Oh Christ, Leif!  What a fuck!  Oh fuck, what a fuck!  Oh God,
keep jacking and fucking me, man!  I'm gonna cum so fucking hard, dude I --
"

	And with that Joel erupted in gob after gob of thick white
boy-cream.  Leif didn't think he'd ever cum that much since they'd started
having sex.  He kept shooting out squirt after squirt, all the while
screaming in ecstasy and tensing his muscular torso.  And then Leif became
overcome with the sensations of young male sex.  He pressed deep into Joel
and let his juice flow into the boy he loved so much.  Still in him, he
collapsed on top, the two boys rubbing their faces together, heads in each
other's hands, moaning in the low, grateful, wordless language of spent
lovers.


	They showered, ate breakfast and then dressed.  Joel put on some
old army surplus fatigues he thought looked pretty hot on him, but he
realized he had no clean shirts.  Damn, he thought, Leif and I have been
doin' so much love-makin' we've forgotten about the laundry.  Leif said he
thought he had something that might fit, and he took out a black French
muscle shirt he'd bought once, cause he loved the cut, but that was just
too large on him.  It fit Joel perfectly, like it was spray-painted on. It
didn't quite meet the low waist of Joel's worn fatigues, so you got to see
an inch or so of his smooth, firm abs.  Joel completed his look with a very
butch silver-and-leather necklace.

	"Damn, I'm not sure I should let you out of the house lookin' like
that," Leif said, only half-kidding.  "Don't wear your ponytail, dude.
Your hair looks so good and thick and long today.  Just sort of brush it
back.  You like some jungle prince."

	Joel decided he'd head downstairs and wait for Bo, who might not be
able to find the apartment.  They made their plans for the day: after the
gym, Joel had classes, and then he was gonna come back home to study, since
Leif would be gone most of the day, with classes, his library shift, and
then he was gonna stop to pick up some food for dinner.

	"I'll call you here later this afternoon, and tell you when I'll be
home."

	"I'll be here.  Hey," he added before he went out the door, "text
me from the library if you find out what's up with Dani."

	"Will do.  Bye, son of Tarzan!"


	Joel started daydreaming as he waited downstairs for his workout
partner to arrive.  He realized he'd started thinking about Bo in a much
clearer light lately.  Since discovering love with Leif, he'd begun to
understand so much about his sexuality, his maleness.  He saw now he'd
always been powerfully attracted to Bo.  Those icy-blue bedroom eyes,
coal-black hair, and creamy-white musculature - his features were fine yet
masculine, utterly manly yet almost delicate: he was like gay male porn
painted by Ingres.  No wonder, Joel thought, that Bo was chosen for the
cover of the school's Intramural Sports glossy magazine.  Plus, Bo had
mentioned once that he'd done some modeling in high school, and that he'd
wanted to do more.  Not surprising, since he had such startling good looks,
the kind that appeal so strongly to women and men.  And not just his face,
his body was absolutely superb.  Not as bulky as Joel's own, a lot leaner
and more wiry, yet with a coiled power in his firm, ripe muscles.  Joel
thought Bo had that perfect buff litheness of the young Brad Pitt.  Besides
his silky-straight black hair, which he wore shoulder-length, the only
other hair on his upper body was a sexy sprinkling in the cleft between his
pecs and a thin tease of a treasure trail, both of which Joel would have
loved to turn his tongue loose on.  His trail led down to a small, fluffy
patch above his cock.  Bo's dick was about 7 inches soft, and it snaked
sexily down over a fist-sized ballsac.  His cock, like Joel's, was uncut,
and Joel knew it looked scrumptious when hard - he had seen Bo sporting
wood several times in the showers.  Whenever he got hard, when that sleek,
long pole would rise up, with its nice sweeping curve, tapering to a sweet,
luscious point, begging to be sucked and stroked, Bo would laugh nervously
and say the same thing, how working out always made him horny.  He'd
hurriedly finish his shower and rush to get dressed.

	Finally Joel spotted Bo waving across the street to him.  Joel
crossed, and they headed for the gym.

	"Hey, man," Bo asked, "when'd you move?"

	Uh-oh, here it comes, Joel thought, wondering how to get this out.

	"Actually, dude, I moved in with this incredible guy I met, so
we're living together now in his place."  Tick, tick, tick - he waited for
the bombshell to burst.

	"Yeah?  That's cool," Bo said, only half paying attention, his eye
caught by some football players jogging to the gym.  Bo loved to check out
other built dudes; it sort of embarrassed him, but he was too into it to
resist.

	"Yeah, man," Joel went on, relieved at Bo's response (or lack
thereof), "it's so great, you have no idea!  He's just fantastic.  We are
so fucking happy, man."

	"Where'd you meet this guy?" Bo asked absent-mindedly, as he
focused on the best-looking athlete, a beefy stud who was wearing only a
sleeveless T and very tight gym shorts.  BHow he'd love to see that guy in
the shower, and get a good look at those muscles.

	"At work, believe it not.  It's Leif, this guy I work with.
Paradise right under my nose.  Small world, huh?" Joel asked, thinking how
cool it was that Bo was taking his coming out so matter-of-factly.  And to
think he'd been worried about this!

	"Cool," Bo said, thinking that it was great his workout buddy had
found a decent room-mate to share an apartment with.  Sounded like they got
along well together, which can always be a problem with room-mates, Bo knew
from experience.

	When they reached the gym, they headed for their lockers, which
were on opposite sides of the locker room.  Bo wished he could watch Joel
change, but he knew he'd get his fill of Joel's incredible body in the
shower later.

	They met in the weight room.  They spent about ten minutes warming
up, Bo trying to be as cool as he could stealing glances as Joel stretched
those fine-ass muscles of his.  Then they did about 25 minutes on the
treadmills.  After that, it was their lower body day, so they did several
sets of weighted squats, Bo riveted by those incredible thighs and calves
of Joel's.  At one point, spotting Joel, he brushed his crotch against
Joel's thigh, and he turned red, cause he knew Joel could feel he was
semi-hard.  But Joel was cool, he said nothing.  Bo was too nervous to even
think what Joel would do or say if he ever found out what a total sex
fantasy he was for Bo.  Fuck, why do I have this problem, he wondered.  I
date women, I get laid plenty. What the fuck is up?  Then, after leg lifts
and leg presses, they hit the donkey calf machine for calf raises, which Bo
really looked forward to.  Most guys didn't work their calves as well as
Joel did, and his were amazing, rock-hard and huge.  Watching them get
pumped even bigger during his reps was just bliss for Bo.  Then several
sets in the Roman chair, where he could watch Joel's uppper arms flex as he
strained to do his lower-body raises, and then abwork on the floor.  Some
cool-down stretches and the shower.  Bo didn't have to psych himself up for
that, more psych himself down.  He wanted to keep cool as long as possible
so he could watch Joel lather himself and rinse all over.  God, he felt
like a total pervert, but Joel was just too good-looking.

	Bo beat Joel into the shower.  Excellent, no one else there.  He
turned on his showerhead and the one next to it to get things hot and
steamy.  When Joel turned the corner and entered, Bo almost sprang a woody
right there.  Oh God, thought Bo, Joel's cock and balls, which he knew so
well he could draw from memory, was shaved! It was unbelievably hot
looking. Without all that other hair camouflaging the base of his dick and
lower abs, Joel's torso was absolutely cut, muscle-stud perfect, all ridges
and planes and bulges, smooth and glorious, shiny-slick as the water
started to roll off it.  Now, with so little hair, it was an almost total
expanse of hard-muscled jock flesh, pure buff beauty, with just a slight
blonde ridge seeming to punctuate that gorgeous cock. Bo couldn't stop
staring at that achingly lovely piece of meat, exposed now in all its
mouth-watering glory. It was so full, so long, so perfectly shaped.  Joel
looked just like the men on the Net Bo would drool at and jerk off to
almost every night.  A piercing wince of shame shot through the boy.  Fuck,
if Joel knew how turned on by him I was, he'd be disgusted.  He'd probably
never speak to me again.

	"Aaah," Joel said as he soaped up his muscles sensually, "good
workout today, dude!"

	"Hey man," Bo said, mouth dry with lust, "you shaved your pubes."

	"Yeah, looks hot, huh?  My boyfriend did it this morning.  Fuck, it
was sexy as hell.  We couldn't wait til he finished so we could fuck like
crazy."

	"What?"

	"I said, we -- "

	"I know what you said, dude.  You mean this guy you're sharing the
apartment with, you guys fuck?  He's a guy, right, your room-mate"

	"Dude, he's not my room-mate, he's my boyfriend.  I told you on the
way to the gym."

	"But you told me - Fuck, you're gay?"

	"Bo, dude, chill.  I - Jesus, dude, I hate to say it, but all this
gay talk is gettin' you pretty excited."

	Bo looked down at his huge hard-on and just froze.

	"Aw fuck, man, I gotta - I gotta get goin'.  I'm like - Aw, fuck,
sorry, man, but this is just too weird."

	And with that, Bo bolted from the shower room, drying off as he
ran.  He'd started crying, too, and he didn't even know why.  He threw on
his clothes and left the gym.  After walking hard and crying for a while,
he sat on a bench and thought.  What the fuck is up?  Joel is gay?  Fuck.
Shit, am I gay?  My parents would fucking flip.  How can I be gay, though,
I've never had any problems with women?  As he thought, he kept returning
to just how hot Joel looked in the shower.  Fuck, why does he like looking
at men so much?  But that's just, it's just, I mean, aw fuck, he thought.
Fuck.  Damn, he couldn't help but wonder what sex between Joel and his
lover was like.  Shit, Joel must be fucking incredible in bed.  Like a huge
sexy cat, a fucking dynamo.  Then he cried harder, realizing he was
maddest, maybe, at himself.  He'd been hot for Joel for months, and now
some other guy is having no doubt incredible sex with him.  Oh hell, that's
crazy, he thought, that's not why he's mad, it couldn't be.  He realized
his sociology class was startiing in a few minutes, so he tried to dry his
eyes as best he could and stumbled off to class.


	Joel thought about Bo all day.  He realized totally what it was
now.  Bo was like he had been, sexually repressed, denying his sexuality,
his desire for men.  Poor guy, he thought, I know what that was like.  We
definitely need to talk.  I hope he won't shut down on me.

	After his classes, he went back to the apartment, finished his
studying, and then decided to do some yoga stretches til Leif got back.  He
worked out at home in just a jockstrap, and he chose one he almost never
wore, a low-cut swimmer's jock which his pubes always used to stick out of
from on top and the sides.  Now it was perfect on him, as he figured it
would be.  He gazed at himself in the mirror.  The soft mesh outlined his
big cock perfectly, and the jock hung low and sexy on his hips, exposing
nothing but the flat hard muscle of his thighs, ass, and lower abs.  Joel
knew how hot he'd look for Leif when his lover got home.

	About three-quarters of the way through his stretching, the buzzer
sounded for the outside door.  Assuming Leif had forgotten his key, Joel
buzzed him in, opened the apartment door, and went back to stretching,
knowing what a rush it was going to be for Leif to see him when he got in.
Joel was so glad Leif found such endless pleasure in his body.

	As he bent forward, he heard Leif's steps come through the door.

	"Hey, stud," Joel called, and raised his head to see . . . Bo?

	"Dude, what's up?  I was expecting my boyfriend."

	Joel got up and walked over to his friend.

	"Joel, I felt so bad about today, I -- " and Bo started heaving
sobs, even though he had told himself he would keep it together.

	"Hey, hey, dude.  Don't worry, it's OK.  I wasn't offended at all."

	Bo reached around and hugged his friend, sobs letting up a little.

	"I've been thinking all day, man.  I know what it is."

	"So do I, dude.  You like guys, right?  And your desire has been
shorting out your intellect and fucking up your life, right?"

	"Fuck, how did you know that?"

	"Because that's my fucking story exactly.  Sit down, man, and let's
talk.  Want a beer?  I hope you don't mind how I'm dressed; I was just
doing some stretches and thought I'd wear something sexy for when Leif came
home."

	"Fuck, man," Bo said lowly, as his eyes raked Joel's practically
nude form, "sexy isn't the word.  You look incredible.  Sure, man, I'd love
a beer."

	As Joel toweled off and got them beers, Bo could only think, damn,
Joel has it right.  Living with another hot, horny dude - shit, just think,
having some dude shave your balls and ass in the morning, then fucking, how
hot is that?  Fuck, he was so jealous it hurt.

	Over beers, they shared their stories: their passions, their
repressions, the years of secret desires, the furtive glances, the jerking
off to Calvin Klein ads when they were younger, then porn and the internet
the past few years, the boys they had intense crushes on, the girls they
tried to convince themselves they were hot for but with whome the sex was
never quite right.  It especially came pouring out of Bo, like lancing a
years-old infection.  At one point, Joel shyly admitted how hot he'd been
for Bo, who laughed and excitedly tore into an account of his months-long
obsession with Joel, sparing no detail of how often he'd jerk off to
thoughts of Joel and him doing all sorts of sexy shit.

"Why do you think I never missed a workout session with you, dude?" Bo
confessed.

They both laughed when Bo finished, and Joel couldn't help himself, he went
over to the couch, scrunched next to Bo, and gave him a long, tender kiss.
They started hugging in a way that went beyond comfort or camaraderie.
Joel began to unbutton Bo's shirt, and the boy just sat back and let Joel
take over.  He slipped his hand down Bo's jeans, smiled to see he wasn't
wearing underwear, and began stroking that cock he'd lusted after.  Bo just
melted into a long moan.

	"Stand up, dude," Joel purred.

	They both rose, and Joel began to gently undress the trembling,
excited youth.  As he slipped his shirt off, he gently tongued Bo's tits
and the hair between his pecs.  With his hands, he sensuously pinched Bo's
hard little nipples, as he kissed his way down to that trail of dark hairs,
tonguing and kissing as he went.  Electricity shot through Bo.

	"Oh shit, man.  Oh Joel, this is so fucking incredible!  I just
can't believe this is happening!"

	At Bo's jeans, Joel first tongued low underneath the waist-line,
then undid the snap and pulled them all the way down.  Bo's stiff cock came
spronging out.  Ignoring it for now, Joel got his jeans all the way off.
Then he stood up and removed his own thin jockstrap.

	Bo could only gape in a kind of mind-fucked wonder at the naked
male ideal in front of him.  All those months of secret, shameful desires
were evaporating like mist in the bright light of day.  Finally, he could
fully indulge his deepest passions, with pure sensual desire.  God, Joel
was fucking stud perfection.  He looked at that thin, extraordinarily
muscled waist and his hard thighs and ass, with that long hard cock jutting
straight out, tip just peaking out of the foreskin, and all he could think
of was how good it would feel to have that gorgeous stud pounding his
willing, virgin ass.  He was mesmerized, as usual, by Joel's cock, and now
he could finally give voice to his deepest desire.

	"God, Joel, it's so long, so hard, so thick.  Fuck, man, it's so
beautiful."

	Joel laughed, and brushed the hair off Bo's beautiful face so he
could reach over and kiss him.  "Go ahead, dude," he whispered as he
sensuously licked Bo's ear, at the same time stroking his workout buddy's
cock, "play with it all you want.  Touch it, stroke it, suck it.  See what
a guy's cock feels like in your hands, against your face, in your mouth.  I
remember my first time.  It's incredible, dude."

	Bo needed no more encouragement; the floodgates burst.  He grabbed
it, and a burst of energy seemed to shoot through his hand.  Joel's rod
twitched a little and they both laughed.  Bo stroked it sensuously,
lovingly, like Joel was doing to him.  He was hooked instantly.  From that
moment on, he wanted as much dick as he could get.  He licked his fingers
so they'd slide more sensuously on the shaft.  He felt the skin go back and
forth across the hard bone, played with the foreskin as he'd played with
his own so often, then teased the piss-slit.  Joel started moaning low and
let go of bo's cock, ready to concentrate on the pleasure about to course
through his own.  Bo could wait no longer.  He bent his head toward that
gorgeous dick, that lovely prize he'd denied himself so long, and kissed
and licked it all over, rolling Joel's big, loose ballsac between the
fingers of his other hands.  Oh shit, this was so fucking fine.  A dream
finally coming true, the sex he'd craved for so long, and he was right in
the middle of it.  Two dudes, digging each other's hot bodies and cocks.
It was almost too fucking heady; he needed to pause a minute.  As if on
cue, Joel called out.

	"Wait," he said, "I hate to stop us now, dude, but gimme a second.
I really need to do something."  He went into the bedroom to call Leif.  He
wanted his lover to know that he was going to get into some deep physical
stuff with Bo, who had sunk back on the couch in a bliss-groove, collecting
himself for the thrill that was to come.


	Leif heard his phone's ringtone as he was having coffee with Tommy.
He'd called his friend after his library shift, to see if he wanted to go
grocery shopping with him and grab a coffee.  He'd been neglecting Tommy
since Joel, he knew.  Tommy jumped at the chance to see his best bud.  But
Tommy almost flipped when, after asking Leif where he'd been keeping
himself, Leif caught him up on his new life with Joel.

	"Dude, you dog!!  I have so been trying to get you into bed!"

	"No way!"

	"Way, asshole!  I've known I was gay for almost 4 years now.  But I
thought you were totally straight, always dating chicks and shit.  I didn't
want to freak you out or lose your friendship or anything.  Fuck, I'm
pissed some asshole has beaten me into your pants!"

	That's when Leif's cellie went off.

	When he heard Joel tell him that he and his workout buddy were
about to get into some heavy fucking petting, Leif laughed, "I knew I
shouldn't have let you out of the house this morning, you fuck. Hold on."

	He told Tommy what was up, and the Asian stud howled, "Orgy!  Dude,
we gotta get over there!"

	"Yeah we do!" Leif laughed, and told Joel to get things started,
they'd be right over.