Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2004 20:33:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com>
Subject: if only i were gay 7 (gay/college)

If Only I Were Gay, Part 7 
by Rio Mack

	Joel was the first to leap up out of the pile of handsome nudes on
the couch.

	"Oh, shit, Dani, we totally forgot you were coming over.  Some
friends dropped by and -- "

	"Say no more, Joel.  A picture's worth a thousand words.  And what
a fucking picture it is."

	She had just set down her backpack and another carrying case and
was taking off her jean jacket.  Underneath, Dani was dressed so sexy it
was almost ridiculous: she had on a wife beater, through which you could
see those firm, pert little breasts that still got Leif hard.  Then, a
stretch of milky pink skin about 3 inches from the bottom of the undershirt
disappeared into the waist-band of a pair of boy's boxer shorts patterned
in stars and planets.  On her legs were a pair of white fishnet stockings,
held up mid-thigh by lace garters.  And high heels, of course.

	"Dang, Dani," Leif cried appreciatively from the couch, stroking
his shaft suggestively, "why don't you dress like that at the library?"

	"Cause you'd get drool all over the books, Leif," Dani shot back,
as she bent to take a laptop and computer cables out of one of the cases
she brought.

	"Hang on a sec, Dani, let me get dressed," Joel said nervously, as
he ducked into the bedroom and grabbed the first thing he could use to
cover his nudity: it was one of the thin madras throws Leif kept on the
bed.  He wrapped it around his waist and knotted it.  He had no idea how
hot he looked: with his long, dirty-blonde mane now reaching down to his
brawny shoulders, the leather necklace he wore resting atop his massive
pecs, and his exquisitely-defined torso tapering into that exotic wrap
cinched low and tight around lean, muscular hips, he looked like a
Polynesian prince.  His thick, dangling cock was obscenely visible under
the almost-sheer cloth.  He went back in the living room to talk to their
recent arrival.


	By that time the other boys were dressing.  Bo and Tommy took the
hint that they were supposed to leave, but neither of them wanted to be
away from the other just yet.  Bo was glad when Tommy asked,
	
	"Dude, you like dancin'?"
	
	"I love it," Bo said, in that low husky edge his voice had.
"Techno, rap, even country.  But none of the girls I know ever want to go."
	
	"Cool, then let's go clubbing.  I know a place you'll love.  It'll
continue your coming-out party," he added, giving Bo's cock a playful
squeeze.

	As Bo stepped into his jeans, Tommy had a thought: "Joel, can you
lend Bo a jock strap?"
	
	"Sure," Joel said and went back in the bedroom to fetch one.
	
	Bo gave Tommy a sly look, "This some fetish thing of yours, T?"
	
	Tommy laughed, "No, man.  I'm gonna take you to this totally hot
muscle bar.  They have an incredible DJ.  The dance floor gets very crowded
and very hot.  Before you know it, guys are stripped to just jeans, then a
couple songs later, it's all thongs, jocks, and swingin' dicks."  Tommy had
a very strong image of how hot it would be to see his new fuck-buddy
gyrating in a jock, those smooth, full muscles all glistening with sweat.

	Joel came back with a jock, and as he handed it to Bo, gave him a
mock-stern look, "Listen, dude: you get any cum on this, and you'd best NOT
wash it out, understand?"

	They all laughed.  As Bo pulled up the jock Joel had given him,
stunningly accentuating his gorgeous, lean frame and nice, full package,
Tommy whistled.  "Fuck, son, you better be careful, I could really fall for
a fine-lookin' stud like you."

	Bo smiled bashfully and pulled Tommy close to him to whisper lowly,
"Tommy, dude, YOU better watch it, cause I'm already pretty far gone on
you, man."  His kissed his hot new friend, then licked his ear
lasciviously, thinking of the hot, kicky time ahead of them.  It was like
Bo's life had burst from its cocoon; he could still only marvel, half-dazed
but fully aroused.


	After kissing their friends goodbye, Joel and Leif, who had thrown
on a droopy pair of jeans, turned to Dani, still fiddling with the computer
equipment she'd laid out on their table.

	"Sorry, again, Dani.  We're really not such airheads.  It's just my
friend Bo came over unexpectedly -- "

	"Don't worry, boys.  It's gonna take me a little bit longer to set
up."  She looked up from her work to stare at the two studs, whistling
appreciatively and raking her eyes over their ripe young muscles like a
wolf drooling over two hot college girls.

	"Damn, boys, you are certainly both grade-A prime USDA choice.  I
think my idea is gonna work out fine."

	Leif was too exasperated to feel complimented.

	"Dani, darling, just when the fuck are we gonna know what your idea
IS, anyway?"

	"Soon, hot boy, soon.  But hey," and now she looked stern, "didn't
you agree you'd be wearing what I asked you?  Come on, go change, while I
finish up in here."

	"Jesus Fuck, Dani, do you tease your girlfriends like this?"

	"No, just the disgustingly beautiful young muscle-studs I know.
All two of them.  Now come on, I asked for gay-porn workout wear.  Hurry
up."


	Joel and Leif laughed and shook their heads, but dutifully retired
to the bedroom to change into their stud-gear.  Joel knew exactly what he
would wear.  He untied his wrap and rummaged through his dresser until he
found his old wrestling singlet from sophomore year high school.  He'd
packed this with the rest of his gear when he moved to college cause he
loved how it showed off his body: not only was it deeply cut, but, all
tight and worn, it really showed off the hard curves of his upper and lower
body, and it was so snug at the crotch, his cock seemed to bulge out twice
as big.  As Joel put it on, he remembered all the times he'd wear it, stare
at himself in the mirror, and beat off.  And I didn't realize I was gay? he
thought, laughing to himself.  Leif gave a kind of hoarse, dry grunt as he
saw his stud in the hottest outfit ever.

	"Fuck, dude," he managed to rasp, "where you been hidin' that?
This shit is like Victoria's Secret for Men.  Damn, this is gonna do
wonders for our already wonderful sex life."

	Joel laughed.  "Down, boy.  Faster we get back out there, faster we
know what kinda shit Dani's up to."

	They worked on Leif's outfit.  A jock strap, definitely, Joel
thought, cause the boy's cut cock had such a lovely head - that nicely
pronounced ridge, flanged all around the head like a pouty lower lip, made
a sexy, alluring show through the thin mesh of a jock.  It never failed to
get Joel hard.  For a top, Leif decided on his small, tight sleeveless
University of South Carolina Gamecocks muscle T, the one that said "'Cocks
Athletic Department."  They both looked hot as hell.  Dani squealed in
delight when they came out. "Oh, you boys, PERFECT!"

	"OK, Dani.  Now what's up?"

	"First, I wanna take some pictures.  You cool with that?  Then I
promise you, I'll show you what's up."

	"I thought it might be pictures.  OK, cool, as long as you print
out a set for us."

	Dani had moved the furniture a little and changed the lighting;
she'd clustered the boys' weights in the area she'd cleared.  She
positioned the boys there and told them to be sexy as hell, then aimed the
camera at them.  The boys drew on all their experience with porn.  They
posed in the kind of scenes that always got them hot.  First Dani took a
lot of snaps of them separately.  She started with Joel, flexing his
luscious bulk, looking even more mesmerizing in his singlet.  Leif, getting
totally into it, started to direct the action: "Do a few reps with the
heavy bar to get some blood pumpin' . . . dip one of the shoulder straps
down . . . rub a tit . . . finger those gorgeous abs a little . . . now,
don't keep us waitin,' rub that gorgeous piece of meat through your suit
. . . OK, turn around, let's see the ass . . . pull down the singlet
. . . slowly, dude; tease us . . . just a peak of the ass . . . fuck, Dani,
did you get that one? cause that picture there'll have every dude creamin'
. . . OK, turn back around and unveil the cock . . ."

	Then, after Joel had beat off, it was Leif's turn.  Joel hooted and
got into it just like Leif had.  But he went farther.  "Bend over, show me
that ass I love so much . . . play with the straps on your jock, dude
. . . now come on, finger your hole . . . tease the fucking shit out of
me!"  And, of course, he ordered Dani to take about a dozen pictures of
Leif's basket straining against the thin pouch of the jock strap.  "One o'
these is gonna be my desktop image!"  Joel stroked himself to another
climax as he watched Leif beat off.

	Then, Dani had them clean off and put their clothes back on, so she
could do a series with the two boys together.  They teased and kissed and
played with each other, camping it up for Dani, who kept egging them on,
"OH YEAH! . . . REALLY HOT, guys! . . . OH SHIT, YESSS!!" that last one as
Leif's tongue played in Joel's armpit while his hand jacked his
stud-lover's dick, Joel's face beaming with the dreamy bliss he felt.

	At one point, Dani set the camera down long enough to take off her
T and pull down her boxers, flushed with a variety of erotic buzz as
intense as any she'd ever felt before.  "What can I say?  You boys are
inspiring," she nervously laughed.

	She resumed the picture-taking looking sexy as hell with her lithe
young dancer's body nude except for stockings.  Both boys' eyes went right
for her crotch and couldn't help the pang in their loins as they watched
the most beautiful shaved pussy imaginable.  It was fun to steal a glance
every now and then at those tiny, boyish breasts bobbing around as she
moved.  They guys had to admit it got them a little harder.

	Finally, when they had each shot a couple more loads - Joel eagerly
lapping up all of them, much to Dani's delight - the girl called it quits,
"OK, you guys can shower up or whatever, and let me finish up, then I'll
show you my idea."

	The boys were excited as they soaped each other up.  They had to
admit, it was hot; something about a girl not only watching but taking
pictures, added incredible spice.  After their shower, Joel again just
wrapped the madras cloth around him (Leif begged him to),and Leif pulled on
some tight jeans.  They each opened a beer, offered Dani one, which she
gratefully took, and split a bowl of Leif's pot three ways.  Dani held the
smoke in a long time and released it sensuously, "Aw fuck, I haven't had
pot for months.  I gotta hang out with gay guys more often, I see.  They
definitely have better drugs.  Shit, one more clove cigarette and I'll
puke.  OK, I need like two more minutes."

	Her fingers danced a clicking dervish across her laptop's keys.
Leif filled another bowl, passed it around, and Joel cracked open 3 more
beers.

	"OK," Dani cried, "finally!"

	She closed the screen on her laptop partway, so the boys couldn't
see, took a long chug of beer, and turned to them, her small, firm breasts
jutting out proudly.

	"OK, here's the deal.  What I propose is a pay porn site of you
two.  A site loaded with pictures and movies of you incredibly gorgeous
boys having incredibly hot sex.  I put together a mock-up to show you, so
you can see my idea.  I was thinking we'd charge a modest monthly fee,
maybe two-three bucks, and we'd offer a constantly updated site of jpegs
and mpegs.  And we split the profits equally between the 3 of us.  OK,
whaddya think?"

	"Holy shit," Leif gaped after a couple of stunned moments, "are you
serious?"

	She flipped up the lid and said, "See for yourself."

	Joel and Leif bent down to look.  There on the screen, very
cool-looking graphics announced a site called "Young Studs."

	"The name sucks, I know.  I'm hoping you can think of a better
one."

	"I like the look, though," Leif admitted.  "It's not all garish and
cheesy like most sites."

	"I know.  That's part of the plan.  We sell a real alternative."

	They started scrolling down.  Dani had chosen an incredibly
hot-looking photo of each of them for the main page.

	"Fuck, you look good, dude," Joel said, a noticeable trace of awe
in his voice.

	"Look who's talkin', stud," Leif muttered back, awed again by
Joel's gorgeous beauty, seeing it revealed in this wild new light.

	They studied the lettering on the screen.  There were just a few
links.  Under a column headed "Photographs," there was a link to something
called, "Chad Works Out," one to "Rice Works Out," and one to "The Boys
Work Out Together." The column next to that was headed "Films," and there
was just one entry, "Bathroom Break at Work."  They clicked on "Chad,"
which took them to a page of thumbnails of Joel in his singlet.  As they
clicked through them, they saw that Dani had culled the hottest looking
shots from the earlier session.

	"Oh shit, dude, I told you, porn star.  Damn, this is the hottest
fucking shit on the 'net, dude," Leif marveled as he clicked greedily
through the thumbnails.  "Look at you, man, look at that chest.  There, oh
fuck man, your cock is so fucking gorgeous."  Leif had begun the automatic
jack-off reflex-response conditioned by hours spent poring over gay sites.
"Oh fuck, man, this one is so beautiful, look at that sweet little blonde
ridge above that beautiful rod."

	Joel just stared, in a kind of goofy wonder.

	"Sweet!" Leif yelled, as the saw the last one.  By now, his
cock-tip shined with pre-cum.  Joel grinned, scooped it off with his
finger, and licked it clean.

	"OK, 'RICE,'" he laughed, "my turn!"  And he clicked back to the
main page so he could view Leif's pic's.

	Those photos were equally well-chosen.  As Dani had prepared the
site earlier, she couldn't decide herself which boy was more beautiful.
They both had such different features, such different strong points.  Joel
went straight for the close-ups on the pouch of Leif's jock.  "See, dude?
I told you.  Fucking gorgeous."  He was getting very hard already, rubbing
his long dick hard and sensually as he saw the body he delighted in
captured in such erotic magnificence.  Clicking through photo after photo,
he made lip-smacking little coo's of appreciation, as you would at a series
of fine, rich desert plates.  When he got to the shots of Leif's beautiful
white ass encased in the straps of his jock, Joel moaned in deep bodily
lust, "Oh fuck, what a sweet ass.  Man, could I go for a taste of that
right now!"

	Dani meanwhile was fingering herself excitedly, feeling like a fly
on the wall watching college studs jerk-off to porn.  They were kissing and
rubbing and stroking each other off as they continued to click through the
shots of them together.  By the time they got 3 minutes into the movie,
they were fucking on the floor.

	"Shit!" Dani cried.  "Wait, let me get my camera!"  But it was too
late; they were both so hot for each other, having experienced the wild
buzz of seeing one's lover become their porn-screen idol, that by the time
Dani's camera was on and aimed, all she saw in the viewfinder was Joel
pumping the last of his load into Leif, whose cock was covered in cum.

	"Oh well," she laughed, "I take it you like it."

	"Dani," Leif said, as Joel kissed and stroked his lover's face and
head in the afterglow of satisfied passion, "it's fucking hot as hell."

	"So," she knelt next to them, bending down until the tips of her
pointy little breasts were about a half-inch from Leif's face, "deal?"

	Leif reached up and circled one of Dani's nipples.

	"I don't know, man.  Can Joel and I, like, talk about this alone?"

	"Of course," Dani smiled, sweetly, as she reached down stroked her
finger up and down Leif's slick shaft.

	They both smiled wickedly.  Leif reached down and lightly traced
the outer lips of Dani's pussy.

	"Damn, girl, you're almost enough to turn a boy straight."

	Suddenly, Dani was on her feet.

	"What say first we smoke a little more of your wonderful pot to
kind of celebrate our potential deal.  Then," and now she was circling one
of her own nipples suggestively, while letting the other play with her
smooth pink pussy lips, "maybe we can fool around a little - as much as two
hot gay studs and a young dyke can fool around."  Truth be told, Dani was
so horny by now, she was desperate to get intimate with these beautiful
boys.  Fuck, she thought, they could turn on anything with a pulse and a
sex organ.

	Leif and Joel laughed.  Leif filled a bowl, lit it, took a hit,
then passed it to Dani.  "Have all you want, girl.  How about another
beer."

	They all got very high and very drunk.  Curled up on the couch,
Leif was lapping beer out of Dani's sweet, slick pussy, while Joel slipped
his dick into Leif's ass, pumping slowly while playing with Dani's tempting
little tits.  She lie back, her full red mouth curled in a dreamy O.  Then
she raised up.

	"Hey, I'd like to try something," she said.  "Joel, could you pull
out of Leif and let me get myself off with your dick?  You've got the
biggest, thickest cock I've ever seen, darling.  None of my gal pals have a
dildo that can match it."

	"Sure," Joel said.

	Dani lay back, and Joel hovered his bulk over her, resting his
massive frame on his arms.  She greedily grasped his thick tool and, first,
just let her small hands play over it.

	"Oh fuck, you must be like the most sought-after gay guy on
campus."

	"I wouldn't know, actually.  I haven't really fucked too many
guys."

	"Well, you're cheating the gay community, I can tell you that."

	Then she got to work: grabbing the long shaft from underneath, she
used it to hit her most sensitive spots.  She began panting in ecstasy.
Leif came over and rubbed Joel's ass and kissed his back as he watched the
action.

	"You want me to start pumping a little?" Joel asked.

	"No!" Dani yelled sharply.  "Leave everything to me."

	As Dani continued to use his dick to get herself off, Joel started
to think of the difference between this odd variant of sex he was having
with Dani and what he and Leif shared.  The girl, he realized, was ignoring
everything about him except his hard cock, she refused to even acknowledge
any of the many other things that gave him pleasure.  No ball-tickling, no
kissing, no ass-play, no tonguing anywhere, no nipple-twisting.  Then it
dawned on him: this is ultimately what all his sex with girls had been;
they used his dick to get themselves off and ignored all his sexual needs.
Just a dildo, that's all he'd ever been for the girls he'd slept
with. Fuck, he thought, maybe only guys really can understand guys' needs.
Maybe most guys would be much happier gay, just like most women, down deep
inside, are probably lesbian.  This realization didn't piss him off or
anything.  He was really happy Dani was getting off, but no more was this
anything he'd call 'sex.'  In a while, he could feel her juices come
pouring out all over his cockhead in a warm gush, as she cried out in
sharp, staccato pants.  He grinned at her and gave her a few light kisses.
He didn't feel used now, like he realized he had previously with girls,
because now this wasn't the only sort of sex he could imagine, like it was
before - in this thankless role as Dildo Boy.  He knew exactly what sex was
now, what pleasure it could be.  He turned to Leif, and the two kissed
deeply.

	"You're still hard," Leif muttered, as he felt his lover's shaft
and balls.  Leif bent down and took Joel hungrily in his mouth, lapping and
sucking and worshipping it until Joel shot his last load of the night.

	After Dani had dressed and packed up her gear, she turned to the
two lovers.

	"OK, promise me you'll sleep on it.  I'll call you tomorrow and you
tell me one way or another, OK?"

	"Promise, Dani," Joel said, as he led her to the door.
Surprisingly, Dani kissed both of them good-bye.

	"You boys are so fucking sweet."

	"You, too, Dani," Leif said, "and I don't just mean your
pussy-juice, which gave quite the tasty glaze to my boyfriend's dick."

	"Mmmmm," Dani said, tonguing Leif's ear and grabbing his dick,
"next time I'll put a little icing on yours."

	"Dani," Leif asked slyly, "you sure you're a lesbian, feenin' for
dick the way you are?"

	"What can I say?" Dani smiled.  "I'm a lesbian who enjoys hot,
steamy sex with incredibly beautiful gay boys.  So what does that make me?"

	"A semi-bi-sexual?" Leif offered.

	"A quasi-sexual?" Joel laughed.

	"And, Leif," Dani purred, as she pressed her nubby little tits
tight against Leif's naked chest, and brought his hand down to rub her
cunt, "you sure you're gay?"

	"I don't think there's a court of law anywhere on earth that'd rule
otherwise, given the evidence you have on that laptop," he shot back, while
jacking his cock up and down with Dani's delicate little fingers.

	"Enough!" Dani cried mockingly.  "Til tomorrow, sweeties.  Sleep
tight!  And go right to bed!  No spilling seed when my camera's not going!"


	After Dani left, the boys hopped into bed, minds whirring with
Dani's proposition.

	Joel lay on his back, arms crossed under his head, lost in thought.

	"So whaddya think," Leif asked, as he ran a gentle finger over his
lover's chest and abs.

	Joel said "hmmmhh," a couple times, but stayed flat on his back,
not wanting to move, like a big cat, enjoying the feeling of Leif's
delicate tracing.  Finally he turned to Leif.

	"You know, I like the idea a lot.  And I'll tell you why.  First,
it celebrates the incredibly passionate love we have for each other.  Also,
it sort of returns a debt we owe to internet porn, which, let's face it,
has given a lot to both of us.  Mainly," and he bent in to kiss his lover
deeply, "the very fact of us.  If we hadn't been able to feed our passion
for male bodies, I mean who knows?  And, shit, Leif, if we hadn't flirted
over porn on your computer that night, we might not even be an us.  Also -
and I'm still sort of fuzzy on this - our site would kinda make porn even
better.  It could humanize it.  I mean, Leif, think of all those days and
nights you spent alone, in your room, like me, clicking through site after
site of beautiful men.  It was hot as hell, sure, but it was also kinda
weird, cause it turned those men into just icons of lust or something.  It
made them distant, almost unreal.  We were lucky, you and I, we both had
great bodies.  But what about the young guys out there who just see these
men as some kind of unattainable ideal?  That mixes lust and desire with
something kinda strange. We could put like a real, lived face on it.  Do
you get what I'm saying?"

	"Yeah, I do.  I know exactly what you mean, and that's the thing
that appeals most about this to me, too.  It would be like us, you and me,
two real, actual, young guys, the record of our life together.  It'd be
really cool, too, if we could like write shit to the people who watched us.
You know, explain about ourselves, how we live, how we found each other.
Maybe even what we eat, what we do.  You could tell guys about how you
exercise.  I could talk about what I read, the music I listen to."

	"Leif, that's it!  If Dani is wiling to let us post stuff like
that, kinda like a diary, and invite comments, then I'm all for it!"

	"Cool, Joel.  Me too.  I think it's fucking incredible to have our
romance chronicled for guys.  Give 'em somethin' to shoot for.  Plus, admit
it, dude: it's the hottest fucking porn site you've ever seen."

	"No doubt, you fuck.  God, man, no offense, but we look really good
together."  Suddenly Joel broke out of his reverie, all those steamy pic's
clicking through his mind, and he said, "Oh, another thing.  Those names
blow.  I wanna be me, Joel.  'Chad,' my ass."

	"Hey, man, at least you're a normal name.  How'd you like to be
'Rice'?  Made me feel like a damn side-dish."

	Joel laughed and grabbed his sweet stud's dick, licking his lips:
"You are a fucking side-dish, dude."


	The next day they didn't wait for Dani's call.  They phoned her to
tell her it was on - if she agreed with their modifications.  She loved the
idea.  They told her about the names, too, and she barked out embarrassed
laughter.

	"What about the site name?"

	"Oh yeah," Joel said, "we wanna change that, too.  We were thinking
of '2 Boys' Life.'".

	"Don't you mean '2 Boys' Live'?  Or 'Lives'?" she asked.

	"Nah, that's just it.  'Live,' would make it sound like one of
those cheesy web cam sites, you know, like 'Frat Boys' LIVE' or something.
And we don't want plural 'lives' cause for us right now, it just one, it's
our life, our life together, that's important."

	"Joel, that is so damn cool.  You guys are taking my sleazy little
internet porn thing and turning it into something pretty wonderful.  You
want to do some more video tonight?"

	"Oh hell, yes.  Why tonight?  How about 'Get Up, Chad & Rice, You
Big Ol' Sleepyheads'?"

	"Shit that sounds hot.  Let me get my camera and I'll be there in
ten minutes.  You fucking hotties keep your damn hands off each other's
cocks until I get there!"

	"Just our 'hands,' Dani?" Joel laughed.


	The two boys were achingly hard by the time Dani got there.  She
stripped and hopped into bed with them.

	"Fuck, Dani," Leif said, "it's so cool that you get into this so
much.  Even though I'm pretty fucking Joel-centered in my sexuality right
now, it's still an incredible turn-on to see you naked.  Fuck, you are
fine."

	"Hmmm," Dani laughed, "don't think you're gonna sweet-talk me into
forgetting that I get your cock as my dildo today."

	"I'm counting on it, you boyish little vixen!"

	The boys went at it.  First, a steamy session of kissing and
groping.  The beautiful nude musculature, against the white bedclothes,
with morning light flooding the room, looked wonderful through Dani's
camera.  The two lovers were hot and horny, amped on the fact that they
were sort of performing now.  Leif rubbed Joel's bulky muscles as if he'd
never felt anything so good in his life, slowly, luxuriantly, savoring
every luscious handful, and Joel moaned deeply, licking his lover's stubble
all over and lowering his hands down the front of Leif's lean torso, to get
at the dick he was dying to grasp.  Leif threw his head back in pleasure as
Joel grabbed his cock and balls as if they were a life-line.  Joel kissed
Leif's Adam's apple, a hot, raw male kiss, as he continued to work his
cock.

	Soon, Joel could deny himself no longer.  He pushed Leif back among
the pillows, kissed him gently on the lips, then worked his way down to the
dick he craved so.  Leif moaned in deep, ecstatic pleasure as Joel's mouth
engulfed his cock.  Dani, studying the rippling perfection of Joel's
muscled frame through the viewfinder, had to force herself to keep quiet,
so her gasps wouldn't be caught on film.  Joel was simply the most
perfectly muscled male specimen she had ever scene.  To see him, a statue
come to life, his blonde hair swaying as his head worked over Leif's cock
and balls, even raising his lover's slim hips to get at that sweet young
ass with his tongue, was totally erotic even for her.  Shit, she thought,
guys're gonna be downloading this all over the fucking planet.  Just the
sounds of him lapping at Leif's ass, combined with a kind of polyphony of
his and Leif's pleasure moans, would probably be enough to get a eunuch
hard, she thought.

	"Aw fuck me, stud," Leif finally begged.  "I gotta have that big
fucking cock in me!  Take me, dude!"

	Joel raised his powerful, bulky frame, spit a mouthful of moisture
right down on his cock, rubbed it all over, bent in to kiss his lover
again, and then slipped his dick in.  Again Dani almost gasped aloud as
Joel bent his massive beauty back on his haunches, cupped Leif under his
lower back, and proceeded to fuck him; it was like they were performing
some athletic, erotic ballet.  His broad, sinewy body was incredibly lithe,
Dani realized, as she watched him sway his hips slowly in and out.  She
zoomed in on that long, thick dick as it eased in and out of Leif's tender
ass.  Leif meanwhile, was steadily cooing in pure bliss.  His own hard,
long dick was bobbing slowly around in response to Joel's rhythmic motions.
Joel brought his other hand in to work that dick, jacking it off as if it
were an extension of his own.  This time, Dani couldn't stop the tiny
shriek of a gasp from escaping, the scene was that hot.  Joel speeded his
thrusts, egged on by his frenzied cried of 'harder, you fucker . . . deeper
. . . oh yeah . . . God, what a fuck.  Aw shit!"  And with that, rope after
rope of thick, creamy jizz shot out of Leif's cock.  Dani kept her camera
focused, although she was getting weak in the knees, this scene of raw male
sexuality, hidden from her and other women, was so incredibly overwhelming.
Fuck, she thought, THIS is sex.  Nothing can hold a candle to this.  Joel
brought his hands to his mouth and sensuously lapped up a huge gob of cum,
licking his fingers to get every bit.  Then he kept thrusting as he
gathered up all huge droplets covering Leif's lean torso.  That, too, was
devoured with relish.

	His lover having cum, Joel got serious.  He put a hand on either
side of Leif's hips and stated pumping with an incredible lust - he was
like a huge panther in some jungle heat.  Again and again he pushed hard
into Leif, long-dicking him with that thick, moist cock.  His hips worked
with athletic fluidity. He pulled out for a moment, grasping his huge wet
dick in his large, meaty hand, and eased Leif over, then mounted him from
the rear.  Dani almost cooed aloud as Joel hunkered his smooth bulkiness
over Leif from behind and guided his cock back in Leif's hungry hole.  She
kept her camera trained on Joel's beautifully hairless, buff ass-cheeks as
they flexed and pumped into Leif's butt, Joel's hairless balls jostling
sexily.  She zoomed in again because the picture of that huge, smooth
muscular ass, egg-sized ballsac, and long donkey-dick, pumping and
thrusting and jiggling right on top of the equally hairless, equally
jiggling ass, balls, and cock of Leif, Dani knew, would have guys spurting
endless gallons.  Dani herself felt that flushed pre-orgasmic feeling and
couldn't resist fingering herself as she strained to keep the camera
steady.  Finally Joel arched his back, grunted loudly, and pulled his dick
out.  He grasped that huge, marvelous meat in one hand, and then his own
load came shooting out, sprinkling his lover's back like a kind of
blessing.  He shot one thick, creamy gob after another.  Dani almost
laughed, thinking each load would surely be the last, but then no, another
gob shot out.  Finally, he collapsed onto the thinner boy, frenziedly
kissing his neck and head, arms roaming every inch of Leif's creamy-white
skin, nuzzling his dick in the thinner boy's ass, as if to say thanks.
Dani shut off the camera, put it down, and cried out, "Holy Fuck, you two!!
That got ME hard!!"  She jumped into bed and kissed the boys lovingly all
over.  The three were a blur of hands and lips, legs and asses.  Finally,
Dani came up for air.

	"It's a good thing you're hard, Leif, cause I really need to get
off!"

	She straddled the lean young boy and worked her clit like crazy
with his hard, thin shaft.  "Oh shit, this is wonderful," she said.  "God,
I love being with you two!"  Joel came up behind her and pressed his own
dick into her ass, as he reached around and cupped the small mounds of her
breasts, kissing the back of her neck.  But he just stayed there for a
while, cause soon he had another idea.  He moved in front of Dani and
gently fed his hard-again cock into Leif's eager mouth, teasing his lips a
little with it until Leif begged for it all.  As he bent over to feed Leif
as much as he could, Dani was hypnotized by that smooth, muscular ass of
Joel's that so riveted her through the camera's viewfinder.  Working Leif's
dick tenderly around her clit, she stared mesmerized at the sight of Joel's
long thick cock disappearing into Leif's luscious lips, and those huge ripe
balls jostling around on top of the base of Joel's thick shaft.  Then, her
eyes became glued on the sweet little shaved pucker at the center of Joel's
hairless crack.  It proved too irresistible to Dani: as she continued to
manipulate her clit, she reached down to flick at Joel's hole with her
sharp little tongue.

	"OH FUCK, YES, Dani," Joel moaned deeply.  Encouraged by Joel's
cry, she lapped at it with abandon, then began poking inside as far as she
could with her little tongue.  Shit, she thought, he even tastes
incredible.  She became as hooked on that ass as Leif was.  First Joel
came, then Dani, and then Leif called out that he was cumming.  The three
lay back exhausted.

	Finally, Dani broke the apr�s-sex spell and jumped out of bed.

	"Ah, all in a day's work, eh boys?  Look, rest up for tomorrow,
cause I'm thinking maybe two different photo shoots.  Meanwhile, I'll get
today's footage uploaded to the site.  I figure with about 8 more films and
maybe ten more photo shoots, we can go public.  Hey, by the way, I was
thinking last night - what about a session with those two gorgeous boys who
were here yesterday?  You know, 'Our Good Friends Drop By'?"

	"Oh sure, Dani," Leif groaned, still overcome with the afterglow of
lust.  "Whatever you fucking say."


	A couple weeks later, the site was ready to go.  They had films and
photos of each of the boys beating off solo, jacking each other, along with
shower pictures, some film shaving each other's cock and ass (and then
fucking), some outdoor stuff (still and video), pictures in a classroom
Dani found out would be empty, a film in their bedroom by candlelight
(tricky lighting, but the results were gorgeous, like a Vermeer), and sure
enough, a thumbnail gallery of "Our Friends Drop By" featuring Tommy and
Bo, as well as some incredible orgy footage the other two boys were only
too happy to assist in.  Joel and Leif, meanwhile, had written some
wonderful memoirs of their time alone, of finding each other, of their
happiness now.  Dani had learned how to take credit card payments, so all
that was left to do was put the site up and send banner ads to all the
major gay porn webmasters (along with complimentary memberships) and do a
few free download promo's.  Even though they knew the site was incredible,
the three of them were unprepared for the results.  After the first week,
they had over 900 memberships.  At $3.00 a month, the fee they agreed on,
they were pulling in almost a thousand dollars a month a piece.  What
really pleased Joel, though, was the mail.  It was overwhelming but
incredibly powerful.  All sorts of men and boys were writing to them, not
just about how hot the site was, but about their own lives: with many, it
was about how much they'd try to hide or deny their natural feelings for
other men, how ashamed they'd been, but how inspiring the '2 Boys' story
was.  Many wrote to share stories similar to theirs, telling them about the
lovers they had found, not to mention the incredible sex they enjoyed.  A
few begged to meet them (those always cracked Leif up).  One night in the
library, a couple of good-looking, seemingly straight guys came up to them
and said, "We fucking love your site, dudes!  Keep it up, you guys are
fucking awesome!"  Joel and Leif gave them hugs and told them to drop by
some night.

	By the third week, they were each clearing over $3,000 a piece.
Dani was ecstatic, and pressed them for more footage, which they were glad
to give.  They also kept at the writing.  Soon the routine got manageable:
one prose snippet a week from each, plus picture content of Dani's choice
(either photos or film or, if they weren't too busy with school, work, and
sports, both).  They answered as many letters as they could, but they made
sure to post a message on the site's home page saying the volume of mail
had been so amazingly incredible there was no way they could answer it all,
but they would try to address many of the questions and comments in their
weekly prose-pieces.

	The one email, though, that Joel was totally unprepared for was the
one he got in mid-November, the fourth week into the site.  It read:

	My Dearest Joel,

	As shocking as this will be for a son to read a letter like this,
you have to understand it is just as shocking for a father - one as deeply
closeted as I have been for so many years - to click on some sample
thumbnails from an internet porn site (something I've done so often) and
see their son's beautifully perfect naked body.  After seeing that, I paid
to become a member.  I had to, I was too stunned not to.  What I saw made
me cry.  tears of joy, mind you son, not sorrow.  How happy I am to see
you've found such a special, handsome boy as Leif.  How wonderful it was to
read the testimonials you both wrote to each other's love, about finding
yourselves through each other.  But some sorrow was in my tears, I guess,
at my own failure over the years to acknowledge the same passion, desire,
and nature.  I realized I was gay - oh, probably in high school, if I'm
honest with myself, but definitely in the first year of marriage to your
mother.  A wonderful woman, Kathryn, but she only made me see that a woman
would never fully satisfy me.  Sex with your mother declined rapidly in our
first few years of marriage.  A year or so after your sister was born, your
mother said she refused to have vaginal intercourse with me anymore.  She
would still give me hand jobs (she's never sucked my cock but maybe twice
while we were dating), but that was it.  So it's been about 10 years since
I've had any sort of sexual relationship.

	I've ached so long for the kind of real sex and passion and love I
crave, the kind you have found, the kind I know I can only find with
another man.  I won't say I stayed with your mother because of you
children; I would never put such guilt on you.  I guess it was a
combination of love for her (genuine), as well as a fear of ripping up the
roots that grew so firm so fast.  So, I have lived a lie, buying magazines,
renting videos, cruising the internet, hoping I could slake my thirst
through them, but never seeming able to quell the desperate longing.  How
could I?  How could you have, as you write so eloquently in your wonderful
commentaries.

	Dearest son, I share these words with you because your own honesty
has been so emotionally heart-felt and wondrous.  I celebrate you, Joel.
And please, bring Leif home for Thanksgiving!  We'd both love to meet him
(I'll prepare your mother, Joel, don't worry - you know how much she loves
and supports you).  I'd even love to take you boys up to the lake house, as
I know how much you love it.  I bet you'd love to show it to Leif.  After
all, it's your legacy.  Your mother won't join us, though; she and your
sister and your grandmother have a two-day shopping spree planned.
Besides, she's never seemed to have the passion for the cabin we men have.
But a 'guys' weekend' sounds like a wonderful time to me!

	I'll leave you to your stunned response, I guess.  But remember, I
have been living here in a stunned response for the past few days, every
since I saw that first photo.  Let me add, a little sheepishly, I only
watched a bit of one of your videos.  I had to stop it cause I felt I was
betraying some sort of parental trust.  But Joel, I have to say, you are a
helluva cocksman!

	You have found the physical pleasure I've only been able to dream
about, and I congratulate you, my darling, as I think I know what a
wonderful life you have ahead of you.
	Fondly,
	Martin

	It took Joel about four times, through eyes stung with overflowing
tears, to get through to the end of his father's note.  And when he did,
his head just collapsed onto his desk, body wracked with deep, hard sobs.
  
	
	"Shit, Leif, it's not fair," he said later, after he'd let his
slack-jawed boyfriend read the note.  "Wait til you see my dad.  He's such
a fucking stud.  Keeps himself in great shape.  He deserves the kind of
happiness we've found.  He needs a damn fuck buddy.  He deserves to indulge
that wonderful body in some incredibly satisfying athletic male sex.  We
need to fix him up with a date for the week-end.  Someone equally
hot-looking.  I helped, Bo, damn it, I gotta help my dad.  But I can't do
it, and I sure as hell don't want you shacking up with him, that would be
too damn weird.  What the fuck can we do?"
	
	"Damn," Leif said, "you don't know any hunky neighbor or anything
up there you could fix your dad up with, I guess?"
	
	Joel thought of their neighbors at the lake house: not a likely
prospect in the bunch - either drab-looking young marrieds or old retirees.
He needed someone in their late thirties, very good-looking, preferably
someone gay to show his dad the ropes.  Who the hell could that be?
Suddenly he hit on a very likely someone.  His high school wrestling coach,
Ivan Janik.  Coach Van, as everyone called him.  Joel knew him very well,
after four years on the varsity team.  His dad knew him, too, from all the
time he spent at the meets.  He didn't actually know if Van was gay, but
that was the rumor among the boys.  Coach Van was a major stud.  He had
wrestled for the Czech Olympic team, then came to America in the early 90s.
He was stoned gorgeous: he had great cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a killer
smile.  He kept his hair short, like Leif, but with his eastern European
good looks, he looked more soccer god than hip hop.  Rugged but charming,
he was a European Marlboro Man as played by Freddie Ljungberg.  He showered
often with the boys on the team, and Joel, as he thought about it now,
realized that Van's was the first cock he had ever fantasized about
sucking.  It was beautiful: about seven-and-a-half inches soft, not as
thick as Joel's, but with a long, sweeping curve that ended in a
mouth-watering inch or so of foreskin.  Mmmm, choice, Joel thought,
stroking himself during his reverie.  As Joel replayed all those indelible
shower-scenes stored in his long-term libido, he realized now that Van must
have shaved.  Before the knowledge about guys Joel had gained by steeping
himself in porn, he'd thought Van was just naturally smooth, a trait that
made his cock stand out all the more fetchingly against that ripped expanse
of lower torso, tapering down from those lean Czech abs.  Joel knew lots of
boys in the showers got as hard as he did when Van would turn his muscular
back to them and soap up his smooth, firm ass.  Joel wasn't the only one
who had to cut his shower short from the embarrassment of a raging hard-on.
	
	Yeah, Van would be perfect, he thought, rubbing his cock pensively.
The call inviting him wouldn't exactly come as a bolt from the blue.  Van
had been invited to a family Christmas party once and Joel's graduation.
Plus, a dinner party Joel's family threw to celebrate the team winning
state junior year.  He wasn't married, Joel knew, so he just might be game
for a little weekend getaway for the holidays.
	
	Joel lay back, enjoying the feeling as his fingers played over his
thick, increasing hardness, thinking about what might transpire.  Van lived
about 30 minutes out of town.  They could stop, pick him up, and drive the
2-hour trip to Pine Ridge Bay together, stopping for groceries and beer at
the store in Pine Ridge, as they always do.  Joel wanted to set the mood as
soon as possible, so he and Leif would be asleep in the back seat, one's
head resting on the other's crotch.  Then, at the cabin, the fun would
really start.  Joel's cock started twitching as he thought about it.
First, he and Leif would innocently decide to go shirtless around the
cabin.  They'd go commando, too, so their jeans would show as much
provocative skin as possible, not to mention outlining their dicks better.
The brazen ripeness of youth would surely have a pronounced effect on the
older studs.  And since it looked to be a warm weekend at the lake, they'd
soon take a walk down by the shore, where, after fifteen minutes or so,
Joel would "dare" Leif to go skinny-dipping.  The two boys would romp
around for a while - dicks bobbing, muscles rippling, bodies pressed
together in all manner of homoerotic horseplay - enough for Van and Martin
to get a good, dick-hardening look.  Then they'd tease the older men to
join them.  He bet they'd take the bait.  Then, after Coach and his dad got
turned on by the thrill of sheer naked horseplay, and had soaked in the
buzz of each other's mature beauty, Joel would suggest they go in and dry
off by the fire.  He'd get beers, and they'd stretch their gorgeous frames
on the animal skins in front of the fireplace.  Leif and he might casually
decide to get a little close - nothing obvious, just an arm draped here or
a tit grazed there, maybe a hand resting daringly close to a plump dick.
He could just see his big cock swinging as he hopped into the kitchen for
another round of beers.  It was just the guys together, right?  Kickin'
back while the gals were away.
	
	Then Joel might suggest his dad take Van out for a sail while he
and Leif made dinner.  Sailing was Martin's favorite activity at the cabin.
It would give the two men a chance to get really acquainted.  Joel figured
Van would ask delicately about Leif and him, and his dad would no doubt
answer frankly.  Joel hoped it would turn out like this, cause he figured
that would make Van realize exactly why sly young Joel had invited him.  He
could just see the gleam of dawning delight in Van's eyes now!  It would be
good to have Van in the know, to help the effort along.
 
	While the two men sailed, he and Leif would defrost a steak - for
this was an evening when thick red meat, rare and juicy, was called for.
They'd throw a salad together, bake some potatoes, and open a couple
bottles of red wine.  His dad had a great cellar at the lake house, so he'd
choose something strong and heady, like a cabernet.  The boys would be back
in just jeans as the men got back.  No, Joel thought, jeans with a jock
underneath.  He'd would have the fire raging.  He wanted it warm, so the
men would have an excuse to wear as little as possible.  He'd serve them
wine and cheese, then get back to finishing dinner.  He hoped he would look
over and see the his father's strong, hairy chest exposed, along with Van's
smooth, ripped torso.  If the men turned and saw ass-slapping and
hair-tousling between the cooks, or one feeding a taste of something to the
other, maybe even a quick peck on the cheek, then perhaps they might be
tempted to get a little more physically intimate with each other.  During
dinner, Joel and Leif would try to keep the conversation as sexy as
possible without being obvious; they'd talk about muscles, physical
training, "first times," and sex in Europe vs. America.  Then, dishes
cleared, Joel would build the fire back up and serve more wine.  After a
glass, he'd tease Van about having learned some new moves in college,
challenging him to a wrestling match.  Van's eyes would sparkle with
delight, and they'd go at it.  After a few throws, Joel would complain
about how hard it was to get a grip with them wearing pants.  He'd shuck
his jeans, knowing how his jock-clad body would inflame the older men and
taunt Van into doing the same.  Joel bet that a stud-coach like Van wore a
jock most all the time.  They'd go back at it, copping every subtle feel
they could.  Joel started dripping a little now, thinking of such primal
male horseplay with his wet-dream of a coach.  He knew Van wouldn't try
hard to win; it would be understood by all of them that the wrestling was
just a flimsy, barely legitimate excuse for sensual, physical contact,
something to raise pulses, passions, and dicks.  He knew his father's eyes
would be riveted on Van's hard cock, covered only by a thin pouch.  He'd
have to pry under Van's straps a lot to give his dad a good show.  Soon,
everyone's lust inflamed, Joel would suggest a tag-team, he and Van against
Leif and his father.  He bet it would be understood by the two older men
what this was about, and it would be easy to maneuver into match-ups of him
against Lief and Van vs. his dad.  God, his dad would love this.  Then,
with everyone's face flushed, everyone's hard-on straining, and everyone's
dick leaving obscenely incriminating stains, Joel would complain of a long
day, and he and Leif would head to their bedroom.  After a polite interval,
the soft, sensuous moans of the boys' love-making, drifting like background
music through the cabin, would provide just the right soundtrack for Van to
introduce his father to his long-sought fulfillment.  The next morning,
naked, he'd serve coffee to two randy men, after he'd heard their morning
grunts of passion subside.  He could feel his father's tearful embrace now.
Then, for the rest of that day and all-day Sunday til they left, the cabin
would become a hothouse of raw masculine pleasure.  God, the seed that
would be spilled!  His dad would drive back home, still in the deep bodily
bliss of having completed his sexual identity, sitting next to his first
fuck buddy, one who could doubtless usher him into their town's gay
underground.  It would be awesome, something his dad so richly deserved.

	
	"Dude," Leif laughed, "penny for your fucking thoughts.  Cause
whatever they are, they sure got you dripping!"

	Shook out of his reverie, he outlined Project Get Dad Laid to Leif.

	"Well, it's about the best gift you could give him," Leif smiled.
"The gift that will definitely keep on giving."

	Joel reached over and took Leif in his arms.  He kissed him in
exultation, then pulled back to gaze at his lover.  He idly played with one
of Leif's beautifully beckoning nipples as he tried to articulate his love.

	"Dude, you have changed my life so truly, so wonderfully.  Wait,
that's not right.  You've GIVEN me a life, made it possible for me to live
as me.  As I think about what I want to do for my dad, I know that's what
you've done for me.  You've righted me, brought me to where I should be.
Does that make sense?"

	"Oh man, Joel, I only had these stupid, corny thoughts of what love
would feel like," Leif sighed.  He held Joel close and stroked his long,
wet cock.  "But now that I REALLY feel it," he started laughing, "I gotta
say, it feels pretty fucking hard!"  The two boys cracked up.

	"Seriously, dude," Joel said, "this is like never going to end
between us, is it?"

	"Uh, I do.  I will.  Death us do part.  You may now kiss the groom.
Amen.  Whatever."

THE END