Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2010 16:49:51 -0700
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Incredibly Realistic (gay/college)

Incredibly Realistic
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

When the door opened, both boys were visibly nervous.

Lee was a little shook because Nicky had never been to his dorm alone
before.  Typically the young jock dropped by his room to visit Tor
Pedersen, Lee's roommate.  But Tor was gone for the weekend, and yet here
was Nicky, and looking especially hot: bare-chested, in just a pair of
black mesh basketball shorts, pushed down an inch or so too low, right to
where his pubes started, showing off the whole mesmerizing expanse of his
insanely sculpted physique: carved, beefy bulk; abs ripped and juicy, with
that deep line of superb definition down the center; and around back, the
teasing beginnings (about a tantalizing half-inch of crack) of what looked
like an absolutely perfect ass.

As compelling as it was to gaze, stupefied, on that hot torso, Lee's eyes
immediately riveted, for precious seconds, on that sweet length of
jaw-droppingly huge cock, easily made out under the thin fabric of his
shorts.  Lee's own cock started to twitch and tingle as he gasped at the
outline of that thick, luscious, way-long length of jock-meat, curving out
so temptingly as it dangled plumply beneath the loosely draped material.
The beautifully traceable head on that hefty shaft made Lee's mouth ache
with desire.  He fought to pull his eyes away, focusing back on Nicky's
beautifully carved upper body.  The sensuous bulges of Nicky's guns, he
noticed, were flexed and pumped even more lusciously because Nicky stood
there hoisting a twelve-pack on his strong, bulging shoulders.  But that
cock -- Jesus Fuck!  His eyes couldn't stay away.

Lee realized he was supposed to say something upon opening the door, but
even before he had a chance to stammer something, Lee was suddenly aware
he'd been sitting around his room in just a skimpy pair of boxer briefs.
Damn!  He knew if Nicky spent even a minute or two more here, his own
sizable cock would harden and show embarrassingly.

Nicky, for his part, was nervous because he suddenly thought this plan of
his was utter bullshit.  In so many other part of his life -- sports,
exercise, academics, women -- he could easily hold his own.  Here, he was
fucking clueless.  Plus, he hadn't expected Tor's roommate to come to the
door in an unbelievably sexy pair of drawers, looking so fucking hot; that
really threw him.

"Nicky, dude," Lee finally stammered.  "What up?"

"Got a text from Tor," Nicky said, looking down shyly.  "Told me to meet
him here, like, six-ish or so."

It was 5:45 PM.

Lee's face screwed up in confusion.

"You sure about that, dude?  Cause before he left Wednesday, I think Tor
said the team was traveling to Michigan for that game last night, then on
to Ohio.  They have away games two days apart, and I'm almost positive Tor
said they weren't coming home between them.  I didn't think he was due back
til sometime Monday."

Tonight was Friday.

"I don't think so, dawg.  Like I say, I got the text.  Not sure what the
deal is, but I'm s'posed to meet him here around six.  He's lookin' to
party, he says.  OK if I wait?  He could show like any minute."

"Su-su-sure, Nicky, I guess.  C'mon in.  I mean, if you got the text and
all.  It's just, I swear I thought he said . . . oh, well, fuck it.  I
mean, shit, you got beer, so that's cool."

Nicky grinned and strode through the door, past Lee, who could only sigh as
he watched that hard, firm butt flex sensuously through the sexily clinging
fabric of the boy's shorts, the waistband resting so wonderfully low on the
luscious rise of Nicky's bubble ass. There was eye candy, and then there
was Nicky -- a freakin' ten-pound box of Godiva creams.

"I'm not interruptin' anything, am I, dude?" Nicky asked.

"No -- no, no, not at all, just messin' with my laptop, dowloadin' some
stuff.  Then I was gonna sketch a little.  And then this friend o' mine is
s'posed ta drop by Ôround nine.  We're gonna watch a movie together."

"Wanna beer?" Nicky asked, setting the 12-pack down and helping himself to
one.

"Hell yeah!" Lee said.  "Cool, thanks," he added, as he caught the beer
Nicky tossed.

"So what movie you watchin'?"

"What?" Lee asked, unable to process the question, flustered at being alone
with this young muscle-god.  He could feel thick arousal start to build in
his shaft.

"You and yer friend." Nicky clarified.  "Said you was watchin' a movie
later?"

"Oh, sure, yeah.  The movie I'm downloadin'."

"Which one?  Somethin' I seen?"

Lee had to make a quick call.  One of his friends, also gay, was going to
drop by later when his shift at the coffee house was over.  Lee had been
downloading a supposedly very hot porn flick he'd found on the net.  The
two of them were gonna get high, then stroke and suck together while they
watched it.  Lee was taking advantage of his homophobic cave-man of roomie
being gone to enjoy some sexy-ass fun with one of his boys.

But was Nicky as virulently straight as Tor?  He sure as hell didn't seem
to be.  He was easily the sweetest, most innocent of all his roommate's
jock buddies.  And definitely the hottest.  Grade A choice.  Nicky was
track & field, decathalon or something, and his body was awesome.  He must
have spent half his life in the gym.  Plus, he was breathtakingly gorgeous:
blonde hair buzzed short on the sides and back, kinda ragged and
spiky-perfect, but natural-looking, on top; soulful blue eyes that could
just melt you; and strong, masculine young movie-star handsomeness.  Lee
had had several hot stroke sessions that semester, fantasizing about Nicky.

So, could he be honest about his plans later, or should he . . . ?  Oh
shit, why lie?  After all, Nicky knew he was gay.  Tor sure as hell made
enough nasty cracks about his roommate's sexuality whenever his fellow
jock-studs were over.

"Nah," Lee smiled, relaxing into his decision to be honest.  "I don't think
you seen this one, Nick.  It's pretty hardcore gay porn.  My boy Donny is
droppin' by later and we're gonna bust a couple nuts together while we
watch it.  Suck and fuck Ôn' shit.  You know, guys night in."

Nick grinned.

"Sounds cool, homie," he winked, then raised his beer can in a toast.  "To
sex . . . however you get'r done!"

Actually, the young jock thought jealously, it sounded hot as fuck.  He
wished he and his buds could do shit like that together, watch hot-ass gay
porn and stroke and suck and fuck together, reveling in each other's young
male horniness. Only his friends were all straight as shit -- or at least
they acted like they were.  But Nicky did, too, for whatever that was
worth.

The thought of what Lee had planned with his bud only whetted Nicky's
desperate appetite more.  The real reason Nicky was here was because he
knew Tor wouldn't be back til late Monday.  He'd been hoping he would catch
Lee alone in his room like this, and that the fine-ass hottie would buy
that stupid bullshit story about the text-message, so that Nicky could
chill here and pound down some beers, and then somehow, some way, something
interesting might happen.

Because, damn, somethin' sure as fuck had to happen soon.  He was goin' out
of his fuckin' mind with hard, raw desire.

Nicky Lane was a very, VERY gay-curious young jock who for years had
fantasized about how hot it would be to fool around with another boy --
especially another fine young muscle-jock like himself.  All through high
school these secret, urgent desires kept tormenting him -- fueled by the fit
dudes he was surrounded by as a young athlete, plus all the hot-muscled
images in his fitness mags and the gay porn sites he checked out
constantly.  He'd hoped that being on his own here at college, away from
home and high school friends, would have allowed him to explore that
desire.  After all, so much of the college jock porn stories he'd devoured
in the year or so before graduation led him to believe that college dorms
were this roiling sea of pure testosterone, guys wearing almost nothing,
thrown temptingly together in such intimate proximity, letting their
natural same-sex attraction flourish and blossom.  But so far there seemed
no easy way to test the waters.  All the dudes on his team, plus all the
other jocks he'd met in his year-and-a-half since coming to college, never
gave off even the slightest signal that they'd be down for the kind of hot,
nasty, boy-on-boy action Nicky craved.

Encountering Lee, then, the only out gay boy he'd ever known, had been so
frustratingly wonderful.  He loved dropping by Tor's room, just to soak up
being close to this boy who he knew was totally into the kind of sex he
wanted a taste of.  Plus, Lee was freakin' HOT: he wasn't a jock, but he
was sooooo lean and muscular.  Nicky once asked him how he stayed in such
great shape (it was another of Nicky's half-assed attempts at flirting
which had led nowhere) and learned Lee had been working out regularly since
junior high -- there was this great gym at the private school he went to,
with tons of machines, so he'd picked up the fitness obsession early.  Here
at college he had a few friends who were regulars with him at the campus
rec center.  Plus he was gorgeous as fuck: a sexy sort of bad-boy,
artist-punk handsomeness that Nicky was very attracted to; shoulder-length,
jet black hair he usually kept tied in back; and always a sexy three-day
stubble on his face.  Not just that, but earrings and pierced nipples,
which drove Nicky nuts.  He stroked off constantly in his room to thoughts
of that hot body and handsome face.

It was just last night, shooting yet another load in a fevered stroke
fantasy over his gay crush, when he'd hatched this half-assed plan to drop
by, on the pretext of Tor texting him that he would show up "any fuckin'
minute," so he could chill with Lee and see what developed.

Now that he was here, though, he was a little confused about just how to
play this silly-ass plan out.  With girls it was no problem: most times
they just threw themselves at Nicky, a smoking-hot, muscle-stud athlete.
But, damn, how did it work with dudes, Nicky wondered.  He had to figure it
out because he wanted to start fooling around with boys in a major way.

Does he just say, "Lee, I'm so fuckin' hot for you, dawg!  Really wanna get
wit' you, dude!" The problem there: what if Lee then said he wasn't into
Nicky, or jocks, or whatever?  And then, even worse, what if he told Tor,
"Dude, your ace bud Nicky turns out to be a total fag?" This shit was
fucking complicated as fuck!  You KNOW the sex must hot as fuck, Nicky
laughed to himself, if it's this damn tough to get a taste of it!

And anyway, Lee seemed somehow out of Nicky's league: the boy was way
cooler than Nicky, real hip and arty, with that bohemian-outlaw style.  His
friends were all hip and fashionable, too.  And Nicky was just a corn-fed
jock.  He was heartened, though, to hear Lee talking about sex that sounded
hot as fuck -- strokin' with another dude to some steamy gay porn.  Maybe he
and Lee could meet on that very elemental level of pure male lust.  They
had that in common, no doubt: they were both hot, horny, good-lookin'
dudes.

"Man, you gay dudes got the sex thing goin' on tight, all right," he said,
trying to sound smooth.  "Shit, I could never ask a chick over to watch
porn with me."

"Why the fuck not?"

"I dunno know, but I just don't get the vibe that the girls I know'd be
that into it.  Oh well.  So hey, what else you downloadin'?  More porn?
Music?"

"More porn.  There's this comics illustrator who's like a god to me, named
Cole Miner, who does this amazing gay porn comic called RAN-DAR, about this
Tarzan sort of guy who's freakin' built as fuck and hung like a frakkin'
horse, and he gets into all these totally hot sex adventures in the jungle.
Every fuckin' dude he draws is built as hell, really luscious muscles, and
they all have these huge fuckin' uncut cocks.  His books are really just an
excuse to show beefy studs sucking and fucking and getting hard and shit.
I'm like addicted to it.  The stories are gonna sound corny to you, no
doubt -- like, in the latest issue, Ran-dar and his hot young native
companion Tulu get captured by these Egyptian priests who put them in
chains and ream their asses with golden dildos and milk their cocks into
jeweled chalices cause they get their power from drinking man-seed.  Shit
like that.  But it always gets me hard as fuck.  Ran-dar and Tulu go around
nude all the time, wearin' just a piece of vine tied around their waists.
Most all the other dudes in the comics are nude all the time, too.  He
draws so incredibly realistic, it's amazing.  It's just the kind of art I'd
like to do.  You used to have to always buy Ôem in print, but now you can
get Ôem downloaded."

Lee had to stop himself; he was getting carried away.  Tor hated to see his
RAN-DAR magazines lying around the dorm.  "Dude, can you please put your
fuckin' fag comics away?  I don't want my friends havin' to look at fag
shit when they come over!" he was always bitching.  But Nicky didn't seem
disgusted at all.

"You wanna check one out and see what I mean?" Lee added, shyly, nervously.

"Sure!" Nicky piped up, trying to stifle the excitement in his voice.  New
gay porn was ALWAYS a treat for him.  Fuck, if Lee only knew how MUCH he
wanted to see one!

He sat back anxiously and watched as Lee sashayed that fine-ass body across
the room, over to his desk, to grab his comics stash out of a drawer.
Damn! Nicky thought, as he watched that cute, firm butt twitch back and
forth in those sexy, skimpy briefs, could I ever go for a piece of that!
He felt his dick stiffen and tingle as those familiar pangs of boy-lust
began to bubble.

As Lee walked back towards him, Nicky couldn't resist gazing hungrily at
that nice long thickness jostling sexily in Lee's briefs as he moved.
Fuck, is Lee ever hung!  Damn, would he like to pull that thing out and
take a taste.  And those nipple-rings!  They bounced ever-so-sexily against
those hard, flat pecs as he walked.  Aw shit! he moaned to himself -- he had
a vision: him and Lee, lying in bed together, kissin' and shit, gettin'
hard together, and him pullin' and teasin' those sexy-ass nipple-rings!
Then another lust-jolt buzzed through his groin as he wondered if Lee had a
pierced cock.

"Here, check Ôem out," Lee said, a little nervous, as he offered a stack of
smolderingly hot gay comics to the jock stud.  "They're prob'ly WAAAYYY too
gay for a stud like you," he added sheepishly.

"Aw Fuck!  Freakin' HOTTTT!" Nicky cried when he saw the cover of the book
on top, which showed a white-skinned muscle god, with a ridiculously huge
(but sexy as fuck!) long, thick uncut cock hangin' down, all veiny and
drippy, with an equally muscular, equally hung young black muscle-stud
waiting in a kind of primitive tree house for him, strokin' himself in
anticipation.  Shit, Nicky thought, feeling that delicious stirring in his
groin, I'm gonna bone up like immediately looking at this shit.  This is
like catnip to a dude like me.

He leafed through the book and started getting breathless with lust.  Any
given page of the comic, had he been alone in his room, able to jack
himself, would be enough to have him spurtin' in seconds.  In the episode
he was looking at, Ran-dar and his faithful warrior friend were bathing
each other in a jungle stream -- lots of panels of the two nude studs,
muscles huge and beautifully drawn, monstrous uncut cocks in various stages
of hardness as they washed and stroked each other.  Tulu knelt down and
jacked his huge dick as he pleasured the jungle lord orally, his thick,
sexy lips looking awesome as they engulfed that enormous shaft.

"Mighty Ran-dar need Tulu to relax him after such a hard hunt," the sexy
black stud purred.  Fuck, Nicky was absolutely loving this shit.  He
realized he was stroking himself now through the soft, loose material of
his shorts, unable to control the testosterone stirred up and coursing
through him from such hot porn.

Suddenly, on the next page, another stud -- massive, carved torso encased in
a couple of form-fitting leather bands that were sexy as fuck, and cock
barely covered by the teensiest little leather thong, huge head and shaft
oh-so-easy to make out and half the shaft uncovered -- was seen spying on
the jungle stud and his friend.  Nicky realized his hands were shaking; he
flipped through a few more pages and saw that the leather dude had taken
Ran-dar prisoner and was fucking the shit out of him in some cool-ass tent.
Aw fuck, did he ever want a copy of this comic book!

"So waddya think?" Lee was asking him excitedly.  "You must fuckin' dig it
cause you been strokin' yourself like a fuckin' gay dude while you were
readin'it!"

Nicky came back down to earth and closed the comic, reluctantly.

"Damn," he said, voice dry and trembling with lust, "I ain't never seen
shit like that, dude.  It's pretty fuckin' incredible.  Dude draws amazing.
And fuck, this shit is even sexy as hell for a straight dude."

"You're shitting me!!??" Lee said, genuinely surprised.  "I can't believe
you get off on that!"

"FUCK YEAH!" Nicky stammered, scrambling to defend how aroused he
was. "What's so fuckin' hard to believe?  Just cause I ain't gay like you
don't mean I can't find sexy dudes hung like motherfuckers pretty fuckin'
steamy.  You know, a straight dude can appreciate a fine-ass body on a guy
and a big-ass dick.  We check each other out in the locker room all the
time."

"No shit.  I always wondered about that.  So now I know.  But tell me, what
the fuck else do you straight hot-boys do in those locker rooms, hmmm?"

"None o' yer damn business, horndog.  Hey, you want another beer?" he asked
getting up to get himself one, realizing he was still hard and tenting
under the flimsy fabric of his shorts.  He tried to pivot his groin away,
but he could tell by the look on Lee's face he was busted.

"Damn!" Lee said with a wicked grin, "you sure as fuck DID like Ran-dar."

"Dude, get a grip!  I told you it was hot.  Wasn't the guy drawing it to
get dudes off?"

"Sure, GAY dudes," Lee teased.  "And yeah, bring me another."

"ALL dudes, you knucklehead.  Any dude who could appreciate a hot-looking
guy.  If you're gonna be an athlete, work your body into peak form, you
GOTTA have a pretty fuckin' good aesthetic appreciation for a fine-looking
body on a dude.  Otherwise, you won't know how to sculpt yourself to look
like that.  Does that make sense?"

Nicky tossed another beer to Lee and popped his own open.

"Relax, dawg.  Just fuckin' with ya," Lee said, thinking to himself just
how much he'd like to be fuckin' with Nicky right this very minute.  "I
know you're straight as fuck."

Nicky was a little frustrated.  He didn't understand how, but somehow he
figured he missed a perfect opportunity with that porn comic to move things
into high gear.  He and Lee should be strokin' their big dicks together
right now over one of those comics or something.  But he'd been all
embarrassed over his arousal, and the moment had passed.  Damn!

He tried to figure out some small talk to keep the mood going.

"Damn, wonder where the hell Tor is?" he said aloud.

"Got me," Lee said, taking a long swig of beer.  "I told you it was news to
me he was coming back tonight."

Suddenly Nicky thought of something.

"Hey Lee, did you say you wanted to draw like that sexy comic artist?"

"Yeah, I'm a studio arts major.  Drawing and illustration.  That's my goal:
to do gay comics and art like that.  The internet is crawling with shit
like those comics, and the world is getting more and more gay-friendly, so
I'm hoping there's gonna be a market for more and more art like that."

"You got any samples of your work I can see?" Nicky asked, genuinely
excited.  He couldn't believe he might get to see some more porn, this time
sketched by Lee's own hand.  This was getting nice and sexy again.

"Fuck yeah!" Lee said, delighted to show off his stuff -- which he knew was
VERY good -- to such a sexy, straight jock-stud.

He strode across the room to get some samples of his work, Nicky's eyes
glued to his hot frame every inch of the way.

Lee leafed through the large stack of sketchpads leaning against his desk,
making sure to choose the ones filled with male nudes, and grabbed a couple
to show Nicky.

"Here, check Ôem out.  Tell me what you think.  And be honest, dawg.  I can
take it."

Nicky set his beer down and leafed through the top sketchbook.  He was
impressed immediately.

"Holy fuck!  You drew these?  No fuckin' way!  These are
in-FUCKING-credible!!"

Each page had the most amazingly perfect drawings of guys' chests, torsos,
arms, legs, asses, feet, cocks (LOTS of cocks!).  Each muscle was perfectly
rendered and shaded, almost three-dimensional.  And sexy as fuck!  As Nicky
leafed through the book, treating the pages delicately, like they were fine
art-prints, he could feel the warm stirring in his groin again.  In every
beautifully drawn ass, gorgeously rendered cock, beautiful chest, there was
a desire for male flesh that was almost tactile.  And Nicky resonated
perfectly with that desire.  Lee was singing the same praise to male beauty
that Nicky sang every time he pored over internet porn or gazed a little
too long at a fit dude in the shower.

"Fuck, dude, you are absolutely amazing!  You are EASILY as good as that
comic book guy.  I am waaaayyyy impressed!"

Lee stood up and put his hand out to Nicky; they clasped their hands in a
genuinely heartfelt bro handshake.

"Dude!  Thanks, man.  Means a fuckin' lot to me to get compliments like
that."

They held the hand-clasp too long, though, both boys so fucking eager for
physical contact between themselves.  Suddenly Lee, fearful that Nicky
would wonder what the fuck was going on, nervously broke the handshake and
gathered his sketchbooks.

"Tor fucking hates my drawings, you know.  ÔFag art,' he always calls it."

"Aw, forget him.  Tor can be totally full of it a lot of the time.  You
gotta know how to take him.  It's just bluster."

"I don't know," Lee said, feeling wave after wave of lust for Nicky washing
over him.  He couldn't keep this up much longer.  He was growing
light-headed by being alone and so close with the physical perfection that
was Nicky.  Those beautiful dime-sized nipples, with those hard, pert nubs
sticking out, beautifully punctuating his smooth, chiseled pecs -- Lee's
mouth was aching to tease and lick and suck that awesome chest.  Oh Nicky,
he sighed to himself, why the FUCK ain't you gay?  Shit, could we ever have
fun!

"So," Nicky asked, equally chafing under the force of his desire for the
hot, scantily clad boy sitting so tantalizingly close to him, that sexy
stubble on his face begging to be kissed and licked all over, "who poses
for you when you draw nudes?"

"Oh, models in drawing class mostly.  Plus, I get some of my friends to
pose, guys with the best bodies.  But that's rare cause the couple of real
muscle-studs I know are all so damn busy all the time."

"Hey," Nicky blurted out all of a sudden, excited and inspired, "how come
you ain't never asked ME to pose.  Don't you think I got a nice body?"

"Dude, are you fucking serious?  Nicky, you have, like, the BEST body of
anyone I know.  I'd fuckin' LOVE to have you pose for me.  Any fuckin'
time, dude.  I guess I never thought to ask you.  I mean, your Tor's friend
an' all.  You didn't even know I drew before tonight."

"Fuck, dude," Nicky said, all amped now.  "I definitely wanna pose for you.
Wanna see how you'd draw this hot fuckin' body o' mine."

Nicky's horny, maddeningly impatient hunger was now in control.  He jumped
up from the chair and whipped off his mesh shorts, not even noticing Lee's
wide, leering eyes.  Then he posed and flexed and strutted around the dorm,
in all his achingly perfect young jock glory, chanting, "Me Ran-dar,
stud-king of the jungle!  Worship my hot fuckin' body!  Me hot sexy-ass
jungle lord with big fuckin' jungle dick!" His long thick cock dangled and
bounced as he strode around the room.

Lee was torn between laughing his ass off and shooting a load.  This was
too freakin' much.  He wanted to go right over there and take every
luscious inch of Nicky into his mouth.  But he knew this was just sexy-ass
jock-play.  These guys were so damn comfortable with their hot bodies, they
looked for any excuse to show them off.  Tor was always going around nude,
wagging his big-ass dick at Lee, sneering, "You'd love to wrap your lips
around this shit, wouldn't you, dude?" It didn't mean a fucking thing.

"Seriously!" Nicky went on, posing and flexing in earnest now, happy to be
nude now, feeling sexy as fuck, showing off his carved, naked musculature
and long thick dangling cock to this hot gay stud, hoping desperately the
boy would take the bait.  "I'd be honored to pose for you, Lee.  Really!
Right now!  I'd love to see how you draw me."

"HELL YEAH!" Lee said, barely able to control his excitement.  To be able
to gaze on the sheer erotic perfection of Nicky Lane -- smooth, naked, cut
muscles on gorgeous display; thick, achingly perfect uncut beauty dangling
between those hard-carved thighs; round, meaty, perfect muscle-ass -- damn,
what a fuckin' dream come true!

Lee sprung into action.  He dashed to his desk and pulled a brand-new
sketchbook from the back of the stack leaning there. Then he grabbed his
pencil case off the top of the desk.  In seconds he was back in his chair,
heart racing.

His hands shook as he chose a pencil.  He couldn't believe he had Nicky
Lane as a nude model.  Then suddenly -- panic!  What if Tor -- due any
minute, apparently -- walked in now?  Oh well, fuck it; this is a gift from
the gods, just enjoy every fucking second.

"All right," Lee said, voice trembling as badly as his hands, "strike a
pose, dude, and hold it for a while."

Nicky stood tall, a few feet from Lee, and just displayed his cut athletic
beauty in all its naked erotic power.  A simple pose, but breath-taking.
The musculature was perfectly carved marble, beautifully proportioned,
grooves and curves everywhere, and there at the center, the crowing glory,
that long, fulsome, seven, maybe eight-plus inches of smooth, thick, uncut
boy-meat.  Nicky's head was turned away in a classic gesture.  Lee breathed
in deeply and began to sketch.

Once he began to draw, Lee's tremors calmed, and what replaced them was the
rich, suffused energy of artistic creation.  Soon sketch after sketch --
each one gorgeously detailed and incredibly realistic -- began filling the
pages.  Lee was inspired; he could feel his talent being goaded to new
heights.  Nicky was easily the best model he'd ever had -- not just because
he had the best body, but because he seemed to have an instinctive
knowledge of posing, knowing just what stance to take to show off his body
best, revealing new, breath-taking facets with ever new twist and turn.
Lee guessed this body-knowledge of Nicky's must have come from hours spent
flexing and posing in front of the mirror, either in weight rooms or his
bedroom; jocks did that, he knew, not just from rooming with Tor, but from
his own history in gyms.  Plus Nicky could hold a pose perfectly for long,
luscious minutes.

So, for fifteen or twenty minutes, Nicky would hold one pose, then he'd ask
Lee if it was OK to switch.  This allowed Lee time to do lots of drawing of
each pose -- several whole-body sketches, plus lots of details of various
body parts he wanted to practice sketching: shoulders, abs, arms; pecs
(cause nipples were tough to get perfect, but so erotic when you did -- and
Nicky's were diamond-hard perfect that night); ass; even feet (Nicky's were
large, perfectly shaped, with those long, suckable toes).

And lots of cocks, of course: no matter how many times he drew Nicky's
dick, in so many different views, he never got tired of tracing each
gorgeous contour.  Delineating it was a labor of love, an homage.  His
artistic rendering became a kind of sex with Nicky; it allowed Lee to
worship that cock in the only way possible between the two boys; it was his
way of making love to that dick.  Each time, as Lee watched Nicky's
gorgeous manhood come to life after a few lines and shadings, he imagined
his fingers and mouth playing with it, working it over, slow and sensuous.
His passion fueled his art.  But damn, the frustration: how many times he
wanted to just throw down his pencil and pad, walk over to Nicky, get down
on his knees, and let life imitate art, pleasuring that long, thick,
mouth-watering shaft; tracing that flesh-hooded head with his tongue;
lapping delicately at that full, bulging ballsac.

At one point he tried an experiment: Nicky was posing with his back to Lee,
so the young artist could work on delts, ass, quads, and calves.  But at
one point, after he'd exhausted that pose, he didn't ask Nicky to shift
position yet.  Instead, he flipped over a sheet of paper and wondered if he
could sketch Nicky's cock from memory.  He could; in fact, he grew harder
from that drawing, from having to conjure up unseen that most erotic,
evocative image, burned deep now into his brain, than from any other sketch
he'd done.

The sketching went on for an hour and a half, but there was a timelessness
in the space of that dorm room.  For Nicky, he wanted Lee to appreciate
every single sexy line and curve and bulge on his body.  He wanted to
advertise himself sexually, to make himself irresistible to Lee.  He'd
hoped at any second that Lee would burst out of his chair, rush over and
embrace the young athlete, whereupon both boys would fall on the bed, and
Nicky's soul-deep desire for raw, nasty, boy-on-boy sex could be gloriously
consummated.

As for Lee, after about a half-hour of drawing Nicky, his mind became
a-whirl with his recurring college-jock daydream: as he skillfully
reproduced those beautiful curves and bulges of that hard-carved frame and
gorgeous cock, his pencil seemed charged with the overwhelming lust-fantasy
he lived with here at college -- namely, his incredible desire for straight
muscle-boys.  It was so frustratingly wonderful to room with Tor -- a huge,
gorgeous jock himself, and one who surrounded himself with a bevy of
beautiful, well-built dream boys.  Nicky was definitely the hottest, but
they were all so delicious-looking and all seemingly beyond romancing.

But all year long, Lee dreamed of the chance to carve one of these sleek,
rippling studs away from the pack and use all his seductive wiles to
initiate a straight muscle-dude into boy-sex.  He knew if he could get one
alone, and work things right, the two of them would soon be naked together,
writhing in ecstasy, muscular frames embracing, thick cocks mashed together
in tumescent fever.  They'd kiss with that furnace-like passion only two
highly aroused males can share.  Then Lee would worship the young
jock-stud's muscles like no girl ever would, making the boy purr and coo in
dick-thickening sensuousness.  Lee's tongue would begin to trail down over
stone-hard abs, until it got to the boy's now-hard cock.  After five or ten
minutes of the finest cocksucking the horny young hottie had ever known,
Lee would begin to lusciously tongue-bathe head, shaft, sac, taint, and
pucker -- back and forth; up and down; dreamily, sexily, wantonly -- until
the young stud was screaming with the need to feel Lee's hard, pierced cock
fill up his virgin ass, which Lee would proceed to do with relish, fucking
the boy slow and sensual at first, then ever harder with each stroke,
letting his hands play over beautiful muscles, or grab two rock-hard ass
mounds, or jack the huge hard shaft, all the while taking the stud's
cherry, letting him see what boys' hardbodies were made for.  Then, after
he'd pumped load after load in the stud's guts or let ropes of cum streak
torso or ass, he'd lower his own hungry hole onto that huge, glistening,
still-hard prick and ride the now boy-sex-addicted young jock.  He'd
wriggle and flex and pump his ass over that stiff jock-prick like the
slutty, randy boy-whore he was.

Here at a school with a major athletic program, Lee was consumed 24/7 with
this fantasy -- he wanted to sexually transform a straight young alpha-male
jock, feeling the power of dominating such a strong, good-looking,
previously het stud.  He wanted to burn a trail through the cute
muscle-asses of each and every one of Tor's jock-stud boys.  Even Tor
himself -- for he agreed with what his friend Donny said: a homophobe that
virulent is masking over intense, guilty, homoerotic desire.  Fuck, to ram
his cock into the meaty, alabaster muscle-ass of his Ôstraight' roomie!

As Lee's muscle-sex fantasy thrummed through his mind, he made sketch after
sketch of the glory that was Nicky's musculature.  And detail after detail
of that long, smooth, plump, perfect piece of boy-meat.  His drawings were
hymns to muscle-lust, valentines to the straight jocks he wanted to seduce
and have his way with.

Fuck, he thought, as he watched Nicky -- posing with his beautifully muscled
back to Lee, affording him a chance to sketch that hard, round, perfectly
shaped butt -- if he only had the nerve to make a pass at this awesome
sex-god.  But Nicky just seemed like such a straight, innocent dude.  He
should stop, he figured, or else his desire might consume him so much that
he'd be unable to reach out and finger that ass or reach around and stroke
that long, thick dick.  And that would really fuck things up between him
and Nicky.  But still . . . .

"OK, Nicky.  That was awesome, dude," Lee finally said, exhausted from the
sharp pangs of unfulfilled sexual hunger.  "I got some incredible sketches.
Wait'll you see Ôem.  Your body is, like, perfect.  You are the ultimate
nude model, dawg."

Fuck, Lee thought, as he gazed on the nude young god: just watching his
awesome body naked is so damn amazing.  Nicky could sell porn tapes of just
him walking around bare-assed, not doing anything else.

For his part, Nicky was a little sad the session was over.  He loved posing
nude, flexing and showing off his hot body, hopefully tempting this
incredibly gorgeous gay dude into initiating the sex he was raging for.
What an awesome night this was overall -- hanging, near-naked and then
totally naked, with a really built, gorgeous gay dude, looking at those
totally hot porn comics, seeing Lee's nude drawings, posing, flirting.
Shit, this was the way he wanted to kick back at college -- not the
same-old, same-old with Tor and those guys, where every night means
drinking too much, playing endless amounts of video games, bullshitting
about chicks, and (if those guys were like him, which he bet most were)
getting sexually frustrated over how much you wanted to get with each
other.

"You sure?  Cause I'm still up for more.  This is kinda hot, I gotta say."

Lee's heart began to beat faster.  There was one thing that would be soooo
awesome, but damn, did he dare?

"Well actually, Nick, if you're game, I gotta say there's one pose I could
really use practice on, cause the models in my class sure don't do it.  But
I almost hate to ask, man. It's -- I don't know.  I mean, I don't want to
offend you, dude."

"Go ahead, dawg.  Tell me.  I'm fine with any pose.  Seriously.  I'm
flattered you think my body looks hot enough to draw."

"Fuck, Nicky, it's hot enough to do more than draw, believe me!  But
seriously, here's the thing: if I'm gonna be getting together a portfolio
to try and land a job illustrating gay porn comics, I sure as fuck have to
be able to draw a good hard-on.  Know what I mean?  I mean, you SAW those
comics, dawg, right?  Those studs are sportin' wood in like every other
panel!  And I've had like zip experience drawing rock-hard cock.  But, no
doubt, you might think it's weird and all, which is cool.  I . . . ."

Nicky grinned broadly.

"Damn, son, no problem.  Shit, I don't mind jacking a little, gettin' hard.
I'd be curious as hell to see some pictures of me standing at attention,
primed and ready to fuck!"

"Cool!" said Lee, fingers trembling so much at the thought he wondered how
the hell he'd be able to hold a pencil.  He couldn't believe he'd had the
nerve to suggest it.  "Uh, I'd give you a porn mag to look at to get you
hard, but all I got is gay shit."

"No problem.  I'll just page through another one o' those RAN-DAR comics.
That shit gets me hard as fuck!"

As Lee flipped over a page in his huge sketch pad, and sharpened his
pencils, Nicky leafed through the stack of gay comics, choosing one with an
especially hot cover, showing some awesomely built dude with a pirate scarf
on his head plowing Ran-dar from behind.  Both dudes were so freakin'
muscled, that alone was enough to start a tingle in Nicky's groin.  The
jungle lord's huge uncut cock was hard as steel, spraying out a thick
creamy load at the pleasure of having what was no doubt a huge-ass prick
reaming his tight muscle-ass.  Nicky just gazed at the drawing of that
hard, monster dickÑthe slight curve, the stretched-back foreskin, the
beautifully veined shaft, and the dark pink head -- erupting with man-cream.
Damn, would he ever like to get his hungry lips around something like that.
Realizing his mouth was dry, he swallowed, feeling the lust build in him.
Lee's right, he smiled to himself, he'll definitely have to be able to draw
huge, hard cocks to make it in this business.

"OK if I just sit back, leaf through this mag, and stroke?" Nicky asked,
settling himself into the dorm room's reading chair.

Fuck! thought Lee, looking at that perfectly carved body: legs, abs, torso,
arms -- all gorgeously hard-packed and bulging -- and in the center of the
picture, that long, thick, luscious-looking cock sprawled sexily, lazily,
against one of Nicky's hard-carved thighs.  It was almost impossible again
to fight the urge to just toss aside his sketchbook and go over and get to
work on the tastiest looking length of boy-meat he'd ever seen.

"Sure, that's great.  Stroke away, dude.  And just so you don't feel too
awkward, I'll get naked, too.  No sense you feelin' TOO self-conscious!"

The idea to join Nicky in nudity just popped into his mind.  It was his
dick screaming at him, Lee knew, nudging him closer and closer to trying to
have raging-hot sex with this young god.  Maybe, he figured, if they were
both naked, and both hard (cause Lee knew he'd be straight steel watching
Nicky stroke) -- shit, who knows what the fuck might happen?

So Lee put aside his sketchbook and stripped off his skimpy briefs.  He
couldn't help but notice Nicky's eyes riveted on his long, floppy dick,
especially the sliver ring dangling down off his pierced cockhead.

"FUCK!" Nicky said, awed and excited at the sight.  "You got a PA!  That's
so fuckin' hot!!!  I been wonderin', seein' all your other piercin's, if
your cock was too.  I been wantin' to get mine pierced since the start o'
freshman year.  Shit, Lee, that looks so frakkin' awesome."

"Thanks, man.  I gotta say, it feels incredible when some dude starts
playin' with it.  What a fuckin' electric rush.  And guys tell me all the
time how awesome this bad boy feels when I'm fuckin' em."

Nicky's ass began to throb and tingle at the thought of that.

"All right," Lee said, settling himself back in his chair and picking up
the sketchbook, much to Nicky's dismay, since that gorgeous cock was now
covered up, "let's hit it."

Nicky opened the comic and began to skim the first page, idly letting his
fingers drift lightly over his meaty young cock.

Nicky was immersed in it almost immediately.  After a couple of pages, he
was lost in the hot porn rush. He totally forgot there was another boy in
the room, as he began his usual routine to pleasure himself: every so
often, as he soaked up the incredibly erotic drawings, he'd gently tickle
his ballsac and lazily stroke his taint back and forth, even (much to Lee's
wide-eyed delight) doing circles around his pucker. It took him almost no
time to begin to stiffen, his almost eight soft inches growing longer and
thicker and harder with each page.

In this episode, Ran-dar and Tulu were given a few young boys from the
tribe to initiate into manhood.  The episode began with the two jungle
studs bathing the boys in a stream, giving special attention to their ripe
young cocks and nutsacs, as well as poking and prodding sensuously in their
cracks.  The boys were making facial expressions of utter delight, lips
pursed in pleasure, and their young cocks hardened until in one panel they
were all jutting straight up, rock-hard, dripping streams of cock-honey.
(Nicky was fully hard himself at this point; his now nine or so thick
inches straining proudly up from his muscled thighs.  Lee's breath came in
slow, awed gasps as he watched Nicky's big hand trace up and down that
huge, thick pole.)

The jungle-lord and his helper, their own cocks huge and hard, were next
seen escorting the four youths back to their tree-house, in order to
instruct them in the secrets of masculine pleasure, when suddenly, they
were all scooped up in a heavy net that lay disguised on the jungle floor.
Caught up helpless in the net, along with the frightened boys, their
muscular flesh pressed together erotically, Ran-dar and Tulu stared angrily
at a group of pirates, their captors, who appeared smirking and triumphant
from the jungle foliage.  The pirates were hot as fuck: muscular and naked,
except for boots and sashes or big-buckled belts around their waists, with
swords or daggers tucked into them, their thick, luscious cocks fully
exposed.  Their leader was this hot fucker with the most muscles and
biggest cock, called the Corsair.  He ordered his men to give their
captives lotus nectar, which would make them docile and horny.  The plan
was to take them on their ship, then down the river where they would become
the harem boys of the sultan Phallos.  But first the pirates planned to
give them the lotus nectar, to get them horny and sex-crazed, so the
buccaneers could see if these captives would make suitable sex-slaves for
the sultan.

Nicky was screamingly hard as he pored through the adventure, stroking his
huge, hard, lusciously dripping cock while Lee feverishly sketched the
hottest scene he'd ever been privileged to draw.  At times Lee would have
to just sit back and soak in this 3D porn scene right in front of him -- a
straight, gorgeous muscle-jock, lying back in all his hard-cut splendor,
his perfectly chiseled frame hot as fuck, but making the picture even
hotter was that huge hard cock -- almost 10 mouthwateringly thick inches
rising ramrod-straight.  It was mesmerizing to watch Nicky, a
one-hundred-percent straight stud, engrossed in what Lee knew to be some of
the hottest hard-core gay porn around, that stiff delicious-looking prick a
tell-tale testament to the young jock's excited enjoyment at what he was
seeing.

As he sketched, Lee remembered a couple times when he'd been with dudes who
had really long thick dicks like Nicky's, but in both cases it took so long
to get those pricks hard -- his jaw ached from all the sucking he had to do.
But Nicky could grow hard so fast, and he stayed hard so long -- damn, Lee
thought, this boy is so fucking virile!

Nicky's hard cock was just too beautiful -- smooth and thick, with a perfect
frenum, foreskin stretched to the max to reveal a perfectly curved,
precum-glazed head.  Lee's mouth was watering, his muscles were twitching
impatiently, instinctually straining to get his horny body over there to
kneel down and orally worship that dream-dick.  But he sketched away,
wanting this drawing to be perfect.

Finally he was finished.  The drawing, he thought, was amazing -- easily the
equal of the hottest page in any gay comic he'd seen.

"OK, dawg," he announced, exhausted at the combined strain of lusting after
Nicky's body and trying to represent it in all its homoerotic perfection,
"I'm done.  Tell me what you think, dude.  Start with the earlier sketches,
then I'll save my hard-on sketch for last."

Nicky leaped up and grabbed the sketchpads Lee held out for him, slyly
noticing that beautifully hard cock of Lee's standing fierce and proud.  He
tore his lustful gaze away from that tempting length of boy-meat, excited
to look at Lee's art.

 Almost immediately, he grew wide-eyed, dazzled by page after page of Lee's
sketches of him.  Not only marveling at the hot boy's expert talent for
rendering the human figure, but genuinely aroused at what were, face it,
image after image of some very hot male porn.  Nicky's hard-on was still
stiff and twitching.  At times Lee would grab the book and flip ahead to a
drawing he really was proud of; when he did this, given the intimacy of
standing so close together and the way he had to jostle his body to flip
the huge pad, his hard cock would brush against Nicky's thigh or ass,
sending a thrilling jolt through them both.

Nicky oohed and aahed, absent-mindedly stroking his straining hardness as
he flipped through page after page of beautifully drawn, highly erotic gay
porn, featuring HIM as the model.  It was head-spinningly hot, especially
standing next to the drop-dead sexy boy, naked and hard as himself, who was
responsible for this incredible porn, an incredibly cool-looking stud for
whom he was so horned-up.

At one point, Lee just pulled up close behind Nicky, resting his hands on
the young decathlete's beautifully carved delts, watching over the boy's
shoulder while Nicky pored over the nude drawings of himself.  The feeling
of his body pressed tight against the young muscle-god's, his own hard
cock, thrumming with desire, wedged against one of Nicky's hips, then
looking down in front of Nicky to see what was rising majestically from
between his cut, muscular thighs . . . Damn! it took every ounce of
restraint he had to keep from stroking that huge, hard, drippy cock of
Nicky's.  Ramrod-straight, it stood up bold and tempting, just like one of
the cocks in the RAN-DAR comics.  Lee was near swooning with desire to
slather his tongue all over every luscious inch, then work that outrageous
length up his hungry ass.  Nicky's cock seemed like it would never go soft:
that ripe, jutting hardness, so long and thick and smooth, just spronging
up, fierce and ready, full of promise and pleasure.  And that big, droopy
ballsac, swinging low and luscious.  The boy throbbed with sex.

Lee was worried, though, that even though Nicky seemed to like the
drawings, he hadn't really said anything.

"So, waddya think?" the young artist asked, hopefully.  "Any good?"

"Un-fucking-real, man!" Nicky said, softly, profoundly impressed -- not only
with Lee's talent, but with the homoerotic passion throbbing in each
drawing, a passion for the sexual possibilities of the male body that Nicky
was oh-so-down with.  "I can't believe how strong and sexy and . . . just
so fuckin' HOT you make me look!"

"Dude!!??  Are you serious!!??" Lee scoffed.  "I didn't MAKE you look
strong and sexy and hot!  Look at you, for fuck's sake!  Fuck, Nicky
. . . " Lee could hold out no longer.

"I mean, damn, son," he said softly, voice thick with desire, "you're so
fuckin' gorgeous." And now Lee began to coo in soft worship as he stroked
the boy's big, ripped biceps.  "You're so fuckin' built, Nicky!  You know
how into muscle I am; it's my whole freakin' life: workin' out, hangin' at
the gym, sculptin' myself and diggin' on the other fit dudes there, drawin'
the male nude, fitness mags, gay comics, shit, any superhero comic that
features major muscle.  So fuck, man, I KNOW muscle.  And I didn't do a
damn thing in these sketches Ôcept put down on paper what's here in real
life, dawg."

The stroking went on.  Lee was helpless now to do anything else.

"Fuck, man," Nicky sighed, loving the muscle-worship, "you make me feel
freakin' hot, dude.  But, damn, though," he laughed sheepishly, "my cock
ain't THAT fuckin' big.  No way!  I mean, is it? For real?"

"Fuck yeah, dude!  Seriously, you are waaayyy hung, dawg." As much as he
was dying to, he couldn't quite bring himself to stroke that massive shaft.

Suddenly Lee's own hard cock, pressed desperately against Nicky's hip, felt
what sure as hell seemed like Nicky rubbing ever-so-slightly but very
sensuously against it.  Lee's heart began to race as his cock began to
twitch: was he dreaming, or was Nicky giving some kind of shy confession of
his interest?  No fucking way; couldn't be; and yet . . . ?  He had to find
out.

On the pretense of wanting to flip ahead in the sketchbook to get to last
drawing of Nicky -- stretched out in the chair, reading the RAN-DAR comic,
hard as fuck -- he re-positioned himself so he could reach around on either
side of Nicky and flip over the sketchbook's pages.  Doing so, he pressed
himself directly in back of the jock-stud, his hard, dripping cock wedged
firmly between the cheeks of Nicky's smooth, muscular ass.  Then he dropped
all pretense and began to grind sensually, up and down, in the crack of
Nicky's smooth, hard muscle-ass.  There would be no mistaking the message
Lee was sending: "I want to fuck you, Nicky.  I want to do all sorts of
hot, nasty shit with you."

He was delighted, but not really surprised -- cause suddenly he knew how
Nicky must really feel, knew why Nicky was here in the first place, with
that lie about Tor -- to feel the jock adonis relax his strong body back
against Lee's pistoning hips, letting his ass wriggle sensuously against
Lee's thick stiffness, pumping up and down now with the insistence of a
young boy's passion.

Heart racing with a kind of sexual epiphany, Lee reached out to let his
fingers lightly play up and down that huge stud-cock. Nicky moaned, a loud
guttural moan holding years of unconsummated desire, then dropped the
sketchbook and let his head lean back on Lee's chest.  He brought his own
hand tenderly to clasp Lee's probing fingers close and firm around his
shaft.

"Aw fuck, dude!" the gay virgin panted.  "I am so fuckin' into this!  You
have no fuckin' idea how long I been hopin' somethin' like this would
happen with another dude.  ÔSpecialy you, Lee, you're so fuckin' hot.  I
been wantin' to get with you for so damn long!"

"DAMN, Nicky!"

And so -- wonderfully -- it began.

First there was the feel of each other's musculature as they faced one
another and embraced.  Both boys' hands played sensuously, hungrily, over
hard-packed muscle, feeling the erotic power coiled deep in that beautiful
definition.  Nicky's head began swimming in an ocean of first-time
boy-play.  His mouth and lips seemed to breath pure hot desire as he played
them all over Lee's gorgeous, stubbled face; his anxiously hard,
precum-glazed dick felt so good pressed tight against Lee's; and his hands
were electrified, tingling in delight as they ranged over Lee's lean,
muscular back and hard, sexy ass.  For him, the feel of another fit dude
was a revelation: the ripe firmness of Lee's biceps and delts and glutes
was sexier by far than the soft, smooth nothingness of a girl's arms,
shoulders and butt.

After fevered stroking and smoldering, breathless kisses, the boys were
ready for the real show to start.  Soon strong hands were stroking each
other's hardness, twisting each other's nipples, while tongues lapped
roughly at each other's faces.  Their breathing now was low, deep, raspy,
and suffused with a furnace-like heat.

Lee was the first to break away.  Nicky moaned aloud when the contact was
broken, but then gasped in pleasure as he felt Lee's hot, famished mouth
begin to swallow his lust-engorged cock.

"OH FUCK YES, DAWG!" he choked out, overcome with the sensations of an
all-out oral pleasuring the likes of which his dick had never before
experienced, the kind of truly passionate, truly sensual cock-sucking only
a dude can give.

Lee lapped and kissed and tongued and sucked Nicky's length with a desire
that thrilled both boys.  He'd lick and play and tease for a few minutes --
tonguing maddeningly around the head, under the foreskin, up and down the
piss-slit, nibbling on that thick, sexy sheath of foreskin -- and then he'd
take Nicky all the way down, letting the heretofore straight jock
experience the mind-bending sensation of having his long cock buried in
another dude's throat.  Then he'd raise his mouth slurpily up and tease and
lick and play again.

That cock-worship went on and on, eliciting a continual stream of wordless
sobs and pleasure-groans from Nicky, awash in the awesome force of truly
satisfying sex.  Every now and then, as a kind of filigree to ornate his
cock-gobbling, Lee would suck and lave Nicky's large ripe balls or sneak
his tongue down to tease Nicky's firm, bulging taint.  Nicky clasped his
hands on Lee's head, in a kind of prayer gesture, begging him never to
stop.  In that moment, Nicky knew he would always have boy-lovers, maybe
even exclusively.  He would never do without this sex again.

For his part, Lee wasn't even surprised by the feel of the hefty, meaty
girth of Nicky's huge shaft: he'd been drawing that awesome jock-cock so
much for the past couple hours, studying every facet of its sensuousness,
getting intimate with every luscious square inch, every sweet, sexy vein,
every curve of glans and fold of skin; he was so familiar with Nicky's cock
-- in every fiber of his nerves and memory -- it was like he'd been servicing
that beauty all his life.

Then Lee got serious.  He was hungry for cum.  So he put one hand on
Nicky's cock as he sucked it, getting his fingers wet and slimy from the
thick drenching of saliva and pre-cum that coated Nicky's dick.  Then, with
his lubed-up fingers, he began to explore Nicky's virgin pucker, eliciting
a thrilled, gasping squeal from the young jock, who'd been wondering if
there was any end to the awesome, varied pleasures of boy-sex.  As he
fingered Nicky's hole, Lee alternated serious sucking with furious fisting
on that huge hard cock, while letting those man-sized nuts jostle through
the fingers of his free hand.  Nicky began that strained pant and cry that
is a young boy's cum song; sure enough, one more grunt-cry and Lee's hungry
mouth was flooded with thick, hot cream.  Lee swallowed and snorted in
delight as Nicky cried out in pleasure.

When he had finished shooting, when his heart finally calmed down, Nicky
knelt down, took Lee in his arms and hugged the handsome stud, kissing his
face all over, an expression of sheer gratitude and bliss.

"Aw fuck, Lee.  Aw fuck.  Fucking fuck, man," the no-longer-straight jock
kept saying in soft, stunned appreciation.

"Good, huh?" Lee smiled.

"Shit, dawg, the fucking best!" Nicky beamed.  Then he took Lee's head and
kissed him, wet and sloppy, so Nicky could get a good taste of the cum that
lingered on Lee's lips and tongue.

"Dudes are so fuckin' sexy, it's unreal," he added, musing out loud, before
getting back to fevered kissing.

"Now you," Nicky said finally, nudging Lee to lie down on the floor and
then eagerly moving in to try his first blowjob.  He took to it with a
young jock's enthusiasm, lapping and licking all up and down Lee's
delicious length, then sucking the head, then further down, getting as much
of the shaft as he could.  Nicky had fantasized about sucking dick for so
long, dreaming of the satisfaction he'd get from another dude's hard,
luscious cock in his mouth, and damn was he ever right.  He hummed and
moaned over the tasty length of boy-meat filling his excited mouth.  Lee
just lay back, letting his fingers run through Nicky's spiky blonde hair,
amazed at the wonder of this magical evening.  He smiled in a kind of
knowing delight as Nicky began to suck his balls, then explore underneath,
delicately teasing his taint.  It's basic sexual instinct, Lee knew: dudes
are wired for this kind of oral pleasuring of another dude; our mouths
start feeling empty without a regular dose of nice thick dick.

After a while, the fever grew in Lee again -- not just in his mouth, but in
his ass.  He wanted to get Nicky hard and slicked up so he could feel the
pleasure of that awesome cock flooding his ass.  Gently, he raised Nicky up
off his cock and flipped himself over.

"OH FUCK YEAH!!" Nicky whooped, amped at the thought of his first time
69-ing with another hot boy.

They set to work on each other's cocks, Nicky especially savoring the
thrill at having finally unleashed his desire for boy-meat.  As these
cock-crazed horn-dogs sucked and licked with abandon, fingers began
drifting to each other's holes, adding the frisson of ass-play to their
cock-sucking.

"Oh fuck yeah, Nicky!" Lee croaked, his mouth dripping saliva.  "Work that
fuckin' hole so I can take that elephant dick o' yours!  Shit, do I wanna
feel that fuckstick o' yours plowing my tight little ass!"

"Aw fuck!" Nicky gasped, wondering just how much more ecstasy he could
take.  "Fuck, do I ever want to fuck your tight, sexy ass!  It's so fuckin'
gorgeous!"

They resumed their boy-sex, now with a very luscious goal in mind.

Nicky drew his mouth off Lee's hard, twitching cock and dove tongue-first
into that ass.  He licked and kissed and sucked and tongued in fevered
delight, using his hands to slap Lee's firm, smooth cheeks teasingly and
then spread those cheeks wide so he could tongue deeper.  He'd poke and pry
around with his fingers, so fucking hot to get Lee open so he could ram
that sweet, tasty ass with his long, thick, throbbing cock.

The ass-play Nicky was working on Lee was exquisite.  Nicky attacked his
first boy-hole with an unabashed zeal.  Lee was in heaven, knowing this
straight boy had such enthusiasm for gay lust.  He shifted his body;
instead of lying alongside Nicky on the floor, he hoisted his leg up and
over so he now lay on top of the boy, legs straddling the jock's muscular
body.  Then, still worshipping Nicky's hard, thick pole with his hot,
hungry mouth, Lee rose up on his knees and rested back on his haunches a
little, directly over Nicky's face, then lowered his smooth ass down, so
Nicky could give his eager pucker a full-bore rimming, readying it for the
awesome fuckstick Lee was slicking up.

When Nicky felt that smooth, luscious ass settle over his face, he got to
work, burying his mouth and tongue and nose in Lee's crack, snorting and
licking in pleasure, using his fingers to pull and poke and tease.  It was
a major head-rush, knowing this boy wanted to be fucked as badly as Nicky
wanted to fuck him -- he'd never had that pure economy of desire in a sexual
coupling before.  It spurred him on to the most intense love-making he
could muster.

After maybe five more minutes of delirious rimming, eliciting cries of
pleasure from Lee's cock-stuffed mouth, neither boy could hold back any
longer.  Lee bent forward to rest on his lithe, muscular arms and scooted
his body up so his ass was over that long, hard beautiful rod.  Then,
flushed with lust, he worked first the head, then an inch or so of shaft
into his hot, hungry hole.  Nicky moaned deep and loud, from the center of
his loins; the sensation of his first boy-hole was balls-deep perfection.

Soon, after some sensual shifting and rocking, Lee settled his young
muscle-ass down on Nicky's pubes, letting the young jock savor the feel of
his first tight hole.

"AW SHIT, LEE!  UN-FUCKING-REAL!!  You're so damn tight and warm."

"Mmmmm," Lee just purred, pleasuring himself with one of the longest,
thickest cocks he'd ever had before.  Fuck, did Nicky ever feel incredible
all up in his guts.

Lee began rocking and wriggling his ass as Nicky's hands sensuously played
up and down his hips and back.  The boys were in the furthest-off realms of
boy-sex, lost in a rush of pure physical bliss.  Nicky began pumping Lee's
hips up and down to match the rhythm of his pistoning; Lee took the hint
and began to seriously ride that stallion-cock, pleasuring his hole
exquisitely, jacking off his own hard cock.  Nicky simply cried and grunted
in elemental ecstasy.

After a while, Lee rose up, then lay down on the floor, pulling Nicky up as
he went down, then guided the boy's huge thick monster back into his hole.
He wanted to fuck this dream-stud face-to-face.

Once they'd switched positions, Nicky used a move he had jerked to a
hundred times while watching the gay porn clips he regularly downloaded: he
hoisted Lee's muscular legs up onto his shoulders so he could really plow
that sweet ass.  He gazed down at the lust-drenched bliss-smile on Lee's
face and got to work, pounding the boy's hole with his huge joystick.  Lee
closed his eyes for a while and just let his head sway back and forth
dreamily, using his hips and ass to ride Nicky's thick, hard length.

Nicky stroked Lee's thighs sensuously as he fucked him, turning tenderly to
kiss and lick them every now and then.  Then he began some slow, rhythmic
long-dicking, reaching down to grab Lee's bouncing cock so he could fist
the boy in rhythm to his own thrusts.  Both boys were panting and moaning
in the throes of perfect male pleasure.

Nicky plunged to the hilt, then bent down to kiss and lick Lee's bad-boy
handsomeness.

"Aw fuck, dawg," he whispered hot and moist into Lee's ear,
"un-fucking-believable." Then he tongued all around the inside of Lee's
ear.  Another kiss, and he rose up to commence some serious fucking.  He
had what seemed an incredibly huge load building up in his roiling nuts.

He fucked and fucked and fucked, pounding away, loving the feel of his huge
sac bouncing over and over against Lee's ass.  They were both gasping and
crying in perfect lust-harmony again.  As he pounded Lee's ass, he began to
feverishly jack the boy's cock again.  Soon, Lee's face tightened, and
Nicky knew what was coming.  He pulled out and knelt over Lee, still
jacking the boy with one hand and himself with the other.  Lee yelled, then
Nicky watched in delight as the boy's cock spewed volley after volley of
thick white cream all over his abs and Nicky's cock.  Then Nicky felt
himself go over the edge, and he pointed his cock at Lee's face and let
spurt after spurt paint the boy's lips and tongue and stubble and eyes.

He collapsed next to his first lover.  All he could hear was his heart
racing, the sound of the two of them breathing, and the lip-smacking of Lee
slurping fingerfuls of cum off his fingers.  Nicky reached down and scooped
up gobs of Lee's cum off his cock and Lee's abs, savoring some himself and
feeding some to Lee.  They smiled at each other, then kissed -- a heady,
sensual kiss, their cum-frosted lips and tongues tinged with the tang of
jock-seed.

It had been magic sex; unreal, dick-throbbing, ass-pounding,
never-fuckin'-want-it-to-end sex.  Nicky had never been as
body-and-mind-rushed by sex in his life.  It was like Whoa! Jesus Fuck!
Absolutely Breathless!  Awesome!  His muscles felt wonderfully exhausted,
like they'd just had the most kick-ass aerobic workout ever.  He and Lee
had left fuckin' NOTHING on the field!

He felt like Pinocchio, becoming a real boy at last, one able to experience
a boy's realest, truest pleasure.

"My first dude!" he said softly, in awe at the majesty of this moment.
"Fuckin' awesome!"

"First of many, dawg," Lee cooed as he stroked Nicky's smooth muscle-butt.

To Nicky, even though he'd desired it so fiercely and for so long, the
force of its rapture still felt like a revelation.  What he and Lee had
just had was true sex, real sex, sex heightened, fleshed-out.  It was sex
as mutual need, a deep bodily yearning, and so each boy had had an equal
stake in making it as physically satisfying as possible.  There was none of
the game-playing as there had always been before with girls, none of the
stratagems planned to get her to pleasure him in the way he needed
pleasuring.  Here in this room, both lovers had been on the same page -- the
exact same paragraph even, Nicky thought: it was freakin' awesome how Lee
knew just what turned his crank.  No heterosexual politics, just homosexual
pleasure.  It was about one reality, one truth: the truth of big dicks that
liked to get hard and pump loads of delicious cream; and tight, moist holes
that craved to be filled; and beautifully carved muscles that thrilled to
sensual stroking; and hot, hungry mouths with a thirst for meat.

As he lay back, loving the soft, sensual touch of Lee's fingers playing
over his pecs, his nips, his abs and cock, he thought about all the boys
he's had (and has) secret crushes on, all the boy's he's wanted -- and wants
-- to fuck.  Lee, of course.  And that's happened, and will happen again,
many many times in the coming year, he knew.  Damn, Nicky laughed to
himself as he mused, Tor's gonna shit when it turns out Nicky's gonna be
stopin' by mostly to see Lee from now on.  And Lee would definitely have to
start comin' up to Nicky's single room a lot from now on, too.  They can
mess around together all they want up there, in private; he could just see
it, Lee droppin' by, both boys strippin' and suckin' and fuckin' and shit.
Then Nicky'd pose for Lee.  Shit, it's gonna be so damn hot.

And what about this Donny dude, this friend o' Lee's who's due over in
forty minutes or so (which gives him a chance to take that fine-ass cock of
Lee's up his very virgin but very very ready ass)?  Hope this Donny's a
hottie, but knowing Lee he will be.  Nicky thought maybe he'd suggest to
Lee that they get into jockstraps -- that would be hot as shit, no?  If
Lee's friend came over and saw Lee and a hot muscle-stud both in jocks,
ready to make it a threesome?  He could just see it, Lee and him
spit-roastin' this dude.  Fuck!

And there were some really hot-looking student-athletes on various teams
that Nicky knew and lusted after.  He was definitely gonna start getting'
serious about tappin' some o' that fine shit.  It would be awesome inviting
some dude over to his dorm, on the wild-ass pretext of havin' them both
pose nude for Lee, so he could sketch some hot, naked jock muscle.  He bet
that would lead to all kinds of hot nasty shit.  He could just hear Lee,
all mock-sad, after sketching them nude for an hour or so, sayin' "Damn,
those are really fine sketches, but shit I hate to ask, don't know if you
dudes'd be into this or not, but I'd really like to have some sketches of
guys suckin' each other in my portfolio.  I'm sure as hell gonna need shit
like that if I expect to get anywhere in the world of gay comics." Fuck,
Nicky thought, getting hard again, that's like the perfect set-up to turn a
bi-curious straight jock!  Sure as fuck worked for me, Nicky grinned
sheepishly.

Yep, all those fine-ass dudes on campus!  Now, it's become like way
possible to act on all his crushes.  And what about those hot dudes back
home, from high school, the ones he was always stroking off to alone at
night?  Sure as fuck will be interestin' lookin' those dudes up when he got
back home for break!  His mind stirred with all sorts of fantasies -- none
of them out of reach any more -- while Lee stroked and purred, their arousal
simmering before the next round.


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