Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 12:28:54 -0800
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay Str8 Alliance 6 (gay/high school)

The Gay-Straight Alliance, part 6
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

"Are you freakin' kidding me?"  Logan cried, utterly agog at the news.
"There's a gay porn site with nude pics of you?  I thought you said you
were fucking straight?"

"Well, I WAS fucking straight, dude!  I swear!  I mean, well, sort of.  I
mean, okay, TECHnically, I guess, I was pretty much queer as shit cause,
like, I mean, seriously, I've been hot for boys for, like, a really long
time.  But in actual FACT, well, I only fooled around with girls. And not
that many o' them neither, to tell you the truth."

Luke looked sheepish.

"Fuck," he muttered, "sexually, I've been pretty much a lame."

Then he looked Logan dead in the eyes.

"Until you.  Until today."

He looked down shyly.  Then he got back to his explanation.

"But it's like I said: I been, like, FANtasizin' about hot-ass gay shit
ever since -- well, it seems like ever since I realized what my cock is for,
I guess.  I mean, I look at gay porn sites ALL the damn time, dude!  What
can I say?  I know what gets me off.  Anyway, well, a while back, one of
the sites I check out regularly -- it's got, like, pics and vids and links
and, like, these really hot gay stories and all these chat boards -- I mean,
I get off just READIN' about guys droolin' over dudes and talkin' about
bein' gay `n' shit!

"Well anyway, they got this one section on their site where dudes can post
pics o' themselves -- like nude `n' shit, right? -- and a lotta of `em are
pretty average and shit, no major wood material, believe me, but some of
`em can be hot as fuck!  And lots o' times when I'd be jackin' to the
really hot pics, I'd think: Man, I wonder what the dudes on this site would
think about MY cock, MY body.  I mean, I think I look pretty hot, but,
like, what would a bunch of really horny gay dudes into serious porn think
about me, right?  As like, you know, pure beef.  Like, would I be
attractive to gay dudes?  Would they want me to fuck `em, or would they
wanna fuck me?"

"I can answer that, dude."

"Right.  Down, boy.  Lemme finish.  Cause, like, this was important to me.
To think of myself as potentially gay.  As, like, someone who could live
the life.  Who could, like thrive.  I dunno, it's hard to explain.

"Anyway, so one day I thought, why the fuck not? And so I took these nude
shots of myself and posted `em!  Wild, right?  And fuck, dawg, I was
nervous as fuckin' hell!  Cause like, lotsa times dudes'll post shit -- pics
o' their cock or their ass or their torso -- and maybe 1 or 2 guys'll say
somethin', kinda lukewarm, and then, forget it, the thread dies cause,
frankly, the guy's just not very hot.  So I thought, shit, what if I post
MY shit and I get, like, 1 or 2 ho-hum's, then zilch, nada, the void?!  So
I was kinda freakin' big time!

"But, dude!  Unreal!  It turns out a LOTTA fuckin' commented on my pics, in
a MAJOR way, pretty much fuckin' salivatin' over me!  Man, you'll see, they
were like goin' nuts over me!"

"Jeez, I wonder why, dawg? Huh, imagine that!" Logan teased, stroking
Luke's hardening cock through the overstretched pouch of his jock and
sexily playing with the jock stud's hard nubby nips.

"Lemme tell ya," Luke went on, wanting to finish his prologue and show
Logan the gallery of his photos, "for a boy who had sorta always identified
at some level as straight -- well, as gay-curious straight, I guess (I mean,
like really, gay-MAJOR-curious) -- it got me amped as hell, havin' dudes
fien'in' over my body and cock and shit. I mean, it was, like, a MAJOR ego
boost for me.

"Downside, though, I gotta say, it kinda freaked me out.  I guess I felt
like, I don't know . . . I mean, like now that I look back on it, I guess I
felt like I was at a sort of crossroads, y'know? A kinda gay point of no
return. Like, if I went further down that road, I was fuckin' REALLY gay --
that's it, game over, live with it, no goin' back. That would be my life
from there on out.  At some level, though, I knew I was; I mean, my desire
for dudes was just too fuckin' strong.  But it just freaked me out to
actually have what I knew, down deep inside, to be true about myself come
right out and stare me in the face like that, you know? It really forced me
to be honest, to admit shit, and I guess I just wasn't ready for that then.
So I never posted again and never even checked back on the thread.

"But shit," he smiled, loving the feel of Logan's sensuous hand job, "I'd
really like you to see these pics, dawg.  I think you might like `em, cause
it seems, you know, like my body has this strange sort of effect on you."

And now it was Luke's turn to tease.  He covered his huge hand over the
sensuous fingers of Logan's that were stroking his hard, thick shaft and
fisted his dick along with Logan, loving the sheer sensual bliss of the
kind of sex-play he'd fantasized about for so long, the kind of sex that so
perfectly satisfied the deep craving of his mind and body.

With his other hand, he fondled Logan's equally hard thickness through that
sexy street-jock the boy was wearing, and licked and purred in his ear.

"Damn," he breathed huskily, "I might not a'wanted to admit I was gay then,
but I sure as fuck am ready to admit it now.  Fuck if it ain't fine as shit
bein' with you like this, dude!  Bein' able to do all the sexy-ass shit we
can do together."

Luke proceeded to lavish his smoldering hunger all over Logan's tingling
body, letting his hands and mouth roam and fondle with abandon, which only
stoked Logan's fire.  Together the two boys tongued and stroked each
other's magnificent young torsos with wet, luscious hunger.

At some point, though, Luke realized they would either have to stop the
foreplay or they were headed for a serious round of fucking.  And he did
want to show Logan the photos.  So, ruefully, he seized some self-control.

"But seriously, you gotta check it out, dude!" Luke said, excitedly,
breaking their sex-play.  "Fire up your computer, and I'll show you the
site.  I'm curious as hell to see what you think."

The pics of course were incredible -- how could any nude photos of one of
the most beautifully chiseled, incredibly well endowed, drop-dead handsome
young muscle-studs not be?  These, though, were made even more amazing for
Logan because, up until about four hours ago, he never would have dreamed
that the top athlete at his school, straight stud star QB Luke Brant, had
posted hot nude pics of himself on a raunchy gay porn site.  Too fucking
much!  And if an uber-straight, all-American boy like Luke had such a
strong gay side, Logan figured, then they all did.

Logan began that unconscious stroking of his hardness, which comes as an
almost Pavolovian response in any hot-blooded boy when he sees really
steamy gay muscle porn, as he clicked through the scintillating erotica:
several very sexy shots of Luke's incredibly cut chest and abs and those
big chiseled marble-hard guns, then a wonderful series featuring that
luscious-looking man-cock the young stud packed.  First were several nudes
of Luke soft -- his dreamily huge, oh-so-luscious cock all soft and smooth
and thick and plump -- and then a couple of the young muscle-god hard -- his
stiff, ramrod-straight cock even bigger and thicker, just bursting with the
promise of imminent pleasure.

Another group of photos, achingly gorgeous, showed Luke from behind: that
sweet, smooth, beautifully carved muscle-ass just crying out to be tongued
or fucked.  In a couple, he was even spreading his cheeks like some wanton,
cock-hungry bottom-slut, showing his naturally smooth crack and that tight,
tempting little pucker.  In the last few shots he'd posted, he wore a
jockstrap, and few boys could fill out a jock pouch better than Luke --
every inch of that huge, thick sausage was deliciously easy to make out
under the worn, stretched mesh, the whole package perfectly set off by that
set of ripped, carved abs.

Logan laughed to read the user name Luke had used when he posted this hot
porn: `18 yr old sexy-ass football stud' -- fuck, he didn't know exactly how
old Luke was when he'd posted these amazing pics, but his porn-name sure
got the rest right.

"You took these by yourself?" Logan asked, clicking through the series a
second time, truly amazed that Luke was able to achieve such hot,
high-quality amateur porn by himself.

Luke nodded, proud.

"How the fuck'd you do it, dude?  I mean, you ain't holdin' a camera in
front of a mirror in any of `em.  And how'd you get those incredible shots
o' your ass?"

Luke smiled a shit-eating grin.  He'd always been pleased with his skill at
figuring out how to take those sexy pics.

"Tripod and timer.  Took me a while to set up the shot and mess with the
lighting, then it was easy.  They're kinda hot, no?"

"Yeah, like fuckin' lava is hot.  They're kinda fuckin' incredible, Luke!
Shit, am I ever gonna be strokin' to these for like the next seventy
years."

Somehow, he tore his gaze away from the pics for a bit, in order to scan
through the comments those photos received.  As expected, they were full of
the kind of drools and howls one would expect from a group of sex-addled
dudes thrown a side of such amazingly hot beef: I wanna worship you, fuck
you, be fucked by you, lick you, suck you, swallow you, ride you, all
night, all day, any time, right now.  One after another were full of almost
pained paeans to the extraordinary perfection of Luke's cock and balls and
chest and arms and abs and ass.  Logan realized that he could have written
any one of those comments, had he happened upon that thread one night,
surfing the gay porn sites.  Luke had a body that inspired unbridled
testosterone-fueled foot-stomping and wolf-whistling.

Logan immediately bookmarked the page on his computer and downloaded all 25
pictures.  Luke watched with pride as Logan first moved all the pics to a
folder labeled "Smokin Hottt!!!!" and then chose one of the pics, a shot of
him in his jock, huge hard meat bulging deliciously, as his desktop
wallpaper.  Luke was fairly amazed to see himself again in this shot, in
another context like this -- after all these months, it looked like someone
else, like a porn star.  Is my dick REALLY that enormous, he wondered,
giddy and excited, cause it seemed to him easily as big as the big-dicked
guys he stroked to, those dudes who always got him off, the ones he thought
had such huge, luscious cocks.  DAMN, he thought to himself, you're fuckin'
hot as fuck, Brant!

"Come on," Logan said, excitedly, "let's take a bunch more now -- you in
jocks and underwear, you nude and posing, then some of you playing with
that big-ass dick, maybe fingering your hole--dudes LOVE that shit!  Then
we'll post `em, and after dinner we can see how many comments you get!"

"Awesome!" Luke grinned.

They ran to Logan's room, where he got his camera, then back to his
father's armoire, where both boys rummaged through, each taking a handful
of the sexiest jocks and briefs they could find.  Then they went to the
sleek, beautifully appointed living room, which Logan felt had the best
lighting and a very cool setting -- overstuffed couches and pillows and a
great wallpaper covered in a lush, exotic fern pattern.

Excitedly, they proceeded to dress Luke in a series of very hot male
underwear. With each change, Luke would go through a series of poses he
thought looked pretty sexy.  Logan would simply howl in agreement and
click.  Sometimes Logan couldn't resist a little porn-shoot direction:
"Pull that big cock outta that jock pouch!  That's it!"  or "Lower the
waistband til about a quarter-inch of shaft is showin'!  Perfect!"  or "Now
turn around and lemme get a few of that sweet, fuckin' ass in that nice
tight jock!" or "Yeah!  Flex those abs a little more, son!  Damn, looks
like you got 8 huge pieces of stuffed ravioli plastered against your
stomach.  Fuck! are you ever hot!"

It was such a rush for Luke to dress in that sexy gear and show off his
body.  Making it even hotter was thinking of all those dudes who'd soon be
beating off to these pics.  That really inspired Luke to flex and fondle
and tweak and preen, channeling his inner whore.

For Logan, it was one of the most exciting things he'd ever done with
another dude (outside of fucking, of course -- and, hell, he had to admit,
taking amateur porn of Luke Brant was probably more exciting than fucking
most boys he knew).  Logan loved seeing Luke in all those sexy jocks and
briefs and trunks: Luke had such a big, beautiful package, it deserved
exquisite gift-wrap.

But unwrapped was just fine, too: Seeing it beautifully exposed so much
these past few hours, Logan was becoming a connoisseur of Luke's huge,
thick length jock-meat.  He frankly couldn't tell which delicious variant
of it he liked more: all long and soft and floppy and succulent, a big
thick sausage hanging down over that full, luscious sac, loping and swaying
in slow, juicy splendor; or semi-hard, thicker and sleeker and longer,
beginning to jut and bounce over his big, low-swinging sac; or straight-up
hard and awesome, a raging stud-cock erection, all ripe and randy and ready
for Logan's hungry mouth or hole to devour.  And in each incarnation of
that tempting length of boy-flesh, there was that plump cock-head, sheathed
in its thick, meaty foreskin, looking like a big, scrumptious bonbon,
artfully wrapped, holding the exciting promise of something tasty inside.

When they were done with the pics, Logan transferred the photos to his
laptop.  The boys lay nude together amid Logan's rich, luxurious bedclothes
as they clicked through the hundred or so pics, trying to cull the sexiest
of the lot.  Once they had about twenty samples of some of the hottest porn
either boy had seen, Luke typed his login ID into the site, started a new
thread (typing in, "Hey, dudes!  Haven't posted in a while!  Miss me?" then
watched as Logan uploaded the photos.

Luke mused dreamily as Logan worked.  He couldn't help but think how much a
part of his daily life his bookmarked gay sites were.  Probably for most
young dudes these days, he figured, even most of the so-called `straight'
ones, gay porn was an absolute staple, like beer and sports and working
out.  Especially young cats like him, totally into their body, who needed
to get off several times a day.  Luke could speak from experience: there
was NOTHIN' that got a young dude hotter and harder faster, that led to
waaayyyyy more satisfying stroke sessions, than hardcore gay porn --
swingin' dicks, hard jutting cocks, luscious foreskin, solid cut muscle,
hot asses -- nothing spoke more directly to a virile young boy's libido.  It
wasn't even something you could rationally analyze, Luke knew; rather, it
was like there was this strong, direct, hot-wired current, bypassing the
brain, running straight from the optic nerve to the gonads, so when a young
dude saw some hot gay muscle-porn, arousal was pretty fuckin' immediate.

Every hot, red-blooded boy in the age of the internet, Luke was willing to
bet serious bank, spent a sizable amount of time checkin' out porn sites
that featured hot dudes.  He grinned when he thought about how much seed
was probably spilled by just the jocks in his own high school every day
while checking out all-male porn sites.  Must be a gallon or so, easy.
Shit, he thought, stroking Logan's beautifully muscled back and ass as his
friend finished tranferring the photos, if only all these hot, so-called
straight boys could be cool and honest about their homoerotic lust, bring
their horned-up desire out in the open, then dudes could all check out hot
gay porn together when they hung out.  Once they got to strokin' together
and checkin' each other out, then the casual suckin' and fuckin' and shit
would start.  Fuck, Luke thought knowingly, his cock ragingly hard now at
his high school jock-lust fantasy, it'd sure make friendships between us
hot dudes a helluva lot more interesting.

Logan, utterly amped and randy after taking all those sexy pics of such a
supremely hot stud, was ripe for sex.  And having his newest favorite porn
star right there in bed with him was like some crazy fantasy where you get
all hard and hot and stoked to fuck from seeing a photo set of some
ridiculously sexy muscle-god, and then, magically, the lust object suddenly
appears, in the lusciously muscular flesh, right there next to you.

Needless to say, Luke was as horned-up as his fuck buddy.

Not wasting a minute, as soon as Logan flipped his laptop closed and put in
on the floor next to him, the two boys began stroking and fondling and
kissing in fevered earnest.

After a few minutes, their initial erotic need slaked, they settled in to
the kind of love-making each boy thrilled to.  Logan rubbed hard and firm
and passionate up and down Luke's screamingly hard shaft, while his other
hand roughly traced the grooves of Luke's washboard.  Luke bent close, and
the two boys kissed and tongued with the raw, scorching hunger of a young
male's lust for another hot boy.

Still kissing, Logan went from tracing Luke's deeply-cut abs up to circle
the hard, nubby, sensitive nipples on those beautifully carved pecs; his
other hand moved from slow, sexy shaft-stroking to some rough but sensuous
sac-play.  Luke was moaning and gasping, his tongue dancing like a furious,
giddy dervish in Logan's mouth.  Logan thought to himself how thrilled he
was to have been the one to initiate Luke into sex with another boy; he was
so turned on to be able to show the previously het stud all the different
kinds of pleasure two boys could have together -- especially two such hot
muscle-boys as they were.

Logan felt precum begin oozing out of that throbbing jock-meat; he squeezed
as much as he could out onto his fingers and fed them to Luke's hungry
lips, making the young stud grunt loudly in delight.  Then Logan licked the
taste of Luke's jock-honey off the boy's tongue and lips, and bent down to
get a fresh taste right from the source.

Sex for these two young jock-studs was in large part the deep, sheer desire
for boy-sex raging through them almost constantly.  But also a part of it
was a kind of logical outgrowth of the athletic camaraderie that so many
young male athletes had in working out their bodies with one another -- like
so many fit, active boys throughout history, Luke and Logan simply pushed
the pleasure and passion they took in physical training with each other to
the ultimate extreme, that of sexual intimacy.  And so these two robust
youths fell into a vigorous, slurpy round of 69ing there on the bed as
naturally and innocently and as eagerly as they might have otherwise picked
up a Frisbee and tossed it around or played a hard-driving game of HORSE on
the playground courts.

The two boys relished each other's cocks.  At his first taste of another
boy's meat, Luke's strong, innate hunger for dick had blossomed.  Still a
little raw in his technique, he made up for it with a lustful enthusiasm
that was sloppy, perhaps, but very sexy.  He sucked and tongued and lapped
and licked til Logan was spronging with hardness.

Logan licked and sucked and swirled Luke's ten thick inches as if he were
devouring his last meal, gorging away with abandon.  He laved that smooth
choice fuckstick up and down, played sexily with the tip and foreskin while
teasing Luke's big droopy ball-sac, then he got down to some serious
cock-sucking, quickly taking the whole shaft down his meat-parched throat.

Luke moaned in a balls-deep ecstasy.  He pulled off Logan's dick in order
to exult in the unparalleled pleasure of a first-class dick-sucking.  The
intense thrill he took in it, and the knowledge that Luke's cock had never
had the oral attention it so well merited, inspired Logan's efforts.  It
was a joy to hear Luke's moans and cries and shouts, and feel his body
wriggle and writhe in ecstasy as he worked that huge hard shaft.

Luke couldn't help himself: He pressed the back of Logan's head, idly
playing with a few wispy strands of that longish, dirty-blonde hair as he
churned his hips to drive his big cock in and out of Logan's delicious
mouth.  Soon, using Logan's ponytail as a kind of rein, he began seriously
face-fucking Logan's grunting mouth.  The feeling was indescribable.

As he thrust repeatedly into Logan's slurping, hungry mouth, he turned and
caught sight of himself in the full-wall bedroom mirror.  His naked,
chiseled torso, sprawled atop the plush blankets and covers of Logan's
elegant bed, looked so freaking awesome as he rammed his cock home over and
over, into the grateful mouth of the naked, leanly muscled hottie kneeling
worshipfully at his crotch.  After a few minutes of skull-fucking, he let
go of Logan's hair and let the skilled cocksucker pleasure his dick in
whatever way he chose.

"Aw fuck, Logan, that's SOOOOOO fucking fine!" he groaned after a few more
minutes of utter sensual bliss.  "Fuck, I fuckin' LOVE how you suck my
cock!"

Logan stopped sucking in order to tongue Luke's wet shaft and balls. His
mouth, coming off that huge glistening prick, was a faucet of thick drool.

"Such a tasty fuckin' cock, dawg," he gurgled thickly.  "Don't think I'll
ever get my fill o' this choice fuckin' meat, stud."

He went back to servicing that fine dick with the full-bore relish it
deserved.  While he sucked, his fingers began to play up and down in the
crack of Luke's smooth muscle-ass, then began to poke teasingly in the
boy's tight, moist hole, getting an even deeper groan from the
now-delirious football hunk, whose strong ass muscles began clenching
intently at Logan's prodding thumb, aggressively trying to wring every
ounce of pleasure possible from being finger-fucked.  Logan deftly replaced
his thumb with two fingers, using one to find and then tickle the
muscle-stud's prostate.  Luke's guttural rumble rose quickly to a delighted
squeal.  Logan smiled to think what a hot, insatiable boy-slut this
formerly straight football god had become.

"Fuck, dude, keep slickin' up my dick!  I want it nice and lubed so I can
fuck that sleek, tight ass o' yours!  Fuck, Logan, you make me horny like
24/7!  You are SOOOO damn sexy, dude.  I'm like fuckin' obsessed with you,
dawg!  Can't think o' one fuckin' thing now `cept sex with you!"

"HELL YESSS!!! Logan whooped, then slightly shifted his position, wriggling
his ass a little further up on Luke's face, so he could continue to service
that huge, glistening, saliva-slurpy cock while Luke readied his hole to
take that serious length of boy-cock.  Tingling in anticipation of another
awesome rimming from Luke, Logan settled his smooth crack right over his
friend's hot, moist mouth.

After a few minutes of lapping and tonguing and sucking and fingering, the
fever was too strong on Logan; he was consumed with a singular lust-need: a
fucking from Luke.  So the lithe young gymnast shifted his position again,
flipping his firm, muscular legs all the way over his head, presenting Luke
with his smooth, sexy crack upon which to lavish his singular oral lust.
Luke crouched over Logan's head and proceeded to tongue and finger and kiss
with abandon, quickly turning Logan's ass into a slick, slobbery, sensual
delight.

Luke had always loved eating pussy, but rimming was way hotter -- a tight
little rosebud was about the sexiest thing on earth to lick and lap, not
only because it was so perfect and puckery to start with, and then was so
awesome as it magically relaxed and opened. Plus, as you worked on a
boy-hole, you could reach round and stroke a hard, thick shaft or jostle a
nice, full nutsac.  And there was, of course, the ultimate prize -- no
question but that a hot, tight hole was a thousand times more sensual to
bone than a loose, sloppy girl-slit.

As he chowed down on Logan's sweet ass, Luke rubbed his bristly chin all
over the boy's slick, gleaming, perfectly shaped pucker.  That light, sexy
little patch he'd kept unshaved and neatly trimmed for years now -- Luke
realized then, hearing Logan's sexy moans, that it was actually a key
sexual accoutrement for a young gay stud.  That coarse little rasp of
almost-beard must feel hot as hell during a good rimming, Luke smiled to
himself.  He began alternating tonguing and fingering with chin-rubbing,
loving to hear Logan's cries pitch up to another level of ecstasy.  So this
is what this little chinstache of mine is all about, he marveled.  Damn, he
thought to himself, it's like I been prepping for this life for years:
developing my body, making it sexy and muscled as hell, grooming it right,
studying the sex online: it's like, subconsciously, I was teachin' myself
how to be gay.

Luke worked and worked at pleasuring Logan's ass, opening that tight,
tempting hole, relishing every drop of this robust new sex-life of his, one
that was physically so satisfying, so all-consuming, a total body-rush,
suffused with rich, athletic abandon.  He still had the fresh, rapturous
buzz at being able to indulge in such thrillingly satisfying muscle-sex
with a partner who craved it, who exulted in it, as much as he did.  His
muscles felt so fuckin' good as he romped there on the bed with Logan.

He continued to lick and tongue-fuck and finger and massage Logan's hole
with a kind of dreamy delirium, mesmerized by watching that cute little
pucker stretch ever-so-teasingly wider and seeing those big boy-nuts of
Logan's jostle so sexily in their velvety sac.

As Luke worked his hole, Logan pleasured that thick, hefty horse-cock of
Luke's waggling right in front of his face.  He sucked and licked it to a
hard, raging sheen, delirious at the thought of how good that steel-hard
length of boy-shaft would soon feel oozing its way into his ass.

"Fuck, dawg," Luke panted, in the throes of outrageously satisfying sex,
"eat my ass a little to get me even harder, so I can tear up this fuckin'
shit I'm rimmin' here!"

The two young studs tongued each other's holes in giddy delight, knowing
their sex-play was about to move to the round of serious fucking.  Luke
moaned and groaned in utter delight -- even though he'd never had one before
Logan, he'd craved a rim job for so much of his sexual life.  As he watched
pics or vids on the net, or read porn-story descriptions, he'd moisten his
finger and play with his hole, imagining how good mouth and tongue would
feel there.  And now that sweet, mind-bending pleasure was wonderfully
available.

Then, almost as if he had an alarm go off in his dick, Luke knew it was
time.  He pulled up off Logan's crack, flipped the lean, sinewy gymnast
onto his back (stopping to give his beautiful new friend a hot, quick,
breathless kiss), then, quickly hoisting the boy's hips onto his strong
shoulders, he slowly plowed his wet, meaty hardness into Logan's
spit-drenched love tunnel.  Slowly, at first, he worked his huge girth in
and out, an inch or so at a time, to the sweet accompaniment of Logan's
guttural cries, until finally his pubes mashed against Logan's smooth
taint.

He let his hardness fill Logan for a bit, gazing at the look of
lust-drenched ecstasy on his friend's face.  Then he commenced to fucking,
savoring each sweet thrust into what was a kind of small, wondrous
paradise.  Slow, steady strokes at first, a heady exultant fuck, and then,
as the sheer pleasure of a warm, tight boy-ass suffused him, and as he felt
Logan rocking and riding his ass on his long, pulsating hardness, he began
to fuck hard and insistent.  When he was in that rare pleasure-zone, he
reached down and grabbed the smooth firm shaft of Logan's bobbing and
jostling in front of him, so he could jack those eight hard inches while he
pleasured the boy's ass.

As he fucked Logan aggressively, athletically, Luke pumped and tensed his
beautifully carved body.  The sight of it, rippling and straining in a
hard-core sexual workout, was an erotic vision for Logan, getting him
harder and more sex-drenched.  Already lust-fevered and rock-hard from all
those porn pic's of Luke, their sexy-jock foreplay, and that massive
diamond-hard shaft hitting his nut, this muscle-porn live sex show
happening right there in front of him sent him right over the edge, and
rope after rope of thick, hot cream began spurting deliciously from his
engorged cock.

"AW FUCK, LUKE!!!  FUCK!!  TOO FUCKIN" MUCH!! SO FUCKIN" HOT!!" he chanted,
as blast after blast of his cum coated both their bodies.

As Luke continued to pleasure-pound his ass, Logan fingered gobs of cum off
his ripped washboard and reached down to lube up Luke's hard, thick,
pistoning shaft and slather his tightening nut-sac.  Luke moaned with the
hot sexiness of Logan's cum-play.  He bent down and kissed his dream-lover,
giving Logan's wonderfully tight ass a few more short, quick rabbit-fucks
until he, too, came with a mind-rupturing orgasm, then collapsed in
delicious exhaustion onto the warm muscular frame of his first gay lover.

When he caught his breath, he fingered up gobs of the hot jock-spunk
dripping out of Logan's cream-filled ass and fed them to his lover and
himself.

But neither boy was tired; they were both so turned on by each other's
young ripe muscles and the outrageous reality of this improbable hook-up.
So Logan, soon throbbingly hard again after stroking and kissing his
Adonis-stud lover, lay back and motioned for Luke to ride him.  The hot
jock QB smiled shyly, gave his new boyfriend a kiss, then straddled Logan's
hips, reached around, and worked that hard cock into his eagerly twitching
hole.

Soon he was pumping and wriggling his agile, well-muscled flanks up and
down on Logan's hardness, ecstatic at the still-new thrill of his ass being
pleasured by a huge, hard boy-cock.  Logan looked up through his lust-haze
at the vision of Luke's gorgeously carved torso twisting and turning as it
rode his cock.  He looked like some awesomely sexy rodeo hunk.  As he felt
Luke writhe and press his hips insistently, hungry to use every micro-inch
of Logan's hardness to give him maximum pleasure, Logan smiled to think how
quickly Luke's deep, slavish hunger for cock had blossomed.  He reached up
to jack his cowboy's huge shaft and fondle that big, beefy ballsac as this
freshly turned gay stud rode him like a cock-crazed whore.

The two of them, so youthfully hard and ready for rutting, were like lusty
young satyrs of classical mythology, bodies ripe with constant, leering
horniness -- but these muscular young Pans had no interest in juicy
dalliances with sweet young nymphs; rather, these two randy goat-gods were
aflame only for fevered, night-long love-play with another of their kind:
their raging desire could only be sated by the pleasures of firm, rippling
boy-flesh; long thick cocks and full bouncing ball-pouches; and the wanton
promise of a smooth, firm, tight, hungry ass.

After this second fuck, Logan slapped Luke's ass and told him it was time
to fix dinner.  So they each grabbed a piece of the sexy male lingerie that
littered the room, pulled it up their muscular lower bodies to just barely
cover their full, thick, well-fucked cocks, and headed to

Both of them were in a dreamy sort of body-ecstasy as they floated through
the elegant, softly lit loft.  To be able to exult in their musculature --
nude, or, what was somehow even more erotic, semi-nude -- feeling all the
ripe, coiled, sexual power in their well-worked frames, and letting the
sight of another hot boy play along their brain and cock like thrumming
fingers, was like living in their steamiest fantasy.  It was soooo sexy to
see a beautifully big-dick jock teen saunter around the condo in the
skimpiest of jocks or underwear, that thick length of boy-meat barely
covered by the teasing scrap of fabric.  Luke, especially, looked
absolutely incredible, that enormous bulge of long, fat dick almost
bursting from the ultra-low pair of white briefs he was wearing.  As they
buzzed around the kitchen, messing with dinner, taking hits of pot and
swigs of beer, Logan couldn't keep his greedy hands off that tempting
prize, rubbing and fondling it sexily every few minutes, keeping it huge
and semi-hard, so it was ready to pleasure or be pleasured at a moment's
notice.

After he'd cut up the vegetables for the salad, Luke nuzzled up next to
Logan, who was finishing the potato gratin.  As Logan worked, Luke played
lovingly with his friend's dark blonde, longish hair, running his fingers
through it, gathering it up, and giving lightly sensuous kisses to Logan's
neck every so often.  He spied a hair-band on the kitchen counter and
grabbed, so he could put Logan's hair into that sexy ponytail he thought
the boy looked so hot in.  His thick cock, bulging in those thin, low-cut
briefs, brushed Logan's thigh and ass as he worked.

Logan tingled at the incredibly homoerotic, almost feminine thrill of a
major jock-stud like Luke Bryant fussing with another boy's hair.  And
there was also the thrill of Luke's thick, stiffening cock brushing against
him.  His own teen prick began to thicken in hard, steamy arousal, sexily
tenting the pouch of the jock he wore.

After he'd fixed his lover's hair, Luke's hands played over Logan's smooth,
svelte, carved muscle, sensuously teasing wave after wave of hot passion
from his thrilled partner.

Fuck, Logan thought to himself, having Luke around like this is the sexiest
time he's ever spent.  He absolutely never wanted this dream to end.  He
knew later he'd confess these feelings to Luke -- there was no way he could
keep this excitement to himself.  He only hoped, desperate and love-sick at
the thought, that the newly gay muscle-stud was feeling the same way:
namely, that a very serious, very satisfying relationship was quickly
blooming between these two beautiful boys.

The gratin finished, he turned around and hugged his jock-stud lover
sensuously.  The boys' hard cocks mashed together, fusing to each other in
desire.  Luke's huge, strong hands reached around and cupped Logan's
smooth, firm ass, teasingly unclad in the jock he wore; then, while their
stiff young pricks thrummed against each other in fevered lust-pulse, his
long middle finger played up and down the boy's crack in a slow, steamy
rhythm, pausing every so often to poke and prod at that tightly puckered
pleasure-gate, in a kind of shy yet frank admission of how much he longed
to be in there.

"Fuck, are you ever addicted to boy-ass!  Time enough for more o' that shit
later, cock-hound!  I wanna start the coals and throw these steaks on.
Fill up another bowl and I'll get us some more beers.  Then we'll commence
to firin' up the grill.  And much as I hate to say it, it's gonna be a
little chilly out there, so we should put some clothes on.  Where'd you
drop your jeans?"

"Actually, I was thinkin' o' wearin' a pair o' those thermals I saw in your
dad's underwear stash.  Ya think he'd mind?  I love wearin' a tight pair o'
long johns.  I think they make me look sexy as hell."

"Oh shit, YEAH!" Logan said, juiced on the thought of seeing that sexy-ass
muscle-frame shrunk-wrapped in skin-tight thermals.  "You KNOW I wanna see
your ass in some of that shit, lookin' so tight, like they was painted on!

"But fuck," he added, giving a frank, sexy feel to Luke's huge basket,
"what I really wanna see if how hot this fuckin' horse-cock o' yours is
gonna look in `em!"

First, though, the boy's did another quick bowl.  They were both giddily
riding the best high of their lives: a mind-bending cocktail of pot, beer,
testosterone, cum, and boy-flesh.  Once they finished their puffs, each
holding and lighting the pipe for the other, they kissed sensuously,
mashing tongues, savoring the smoky traces of cannabis in each other's
mouths.  They popped the tops on some cold ones and headed for Logan's
father's armoire.

Sure enough, once Luke wriggled into the too-small pair of long johns,
Logan was flush with excitement.  How friggin' hot the stud looked: that
beautifully rippling, hard-carved muscle-frame, clad in the skimpiest,
sexiest sheath of cloth.

"Shit, dude," Logan said, in low-hushed, erotic awe, "them's the sexiest
yet!  Look at that long, thick, sweet-ass cock o' yours!  You can see every
fuckin' vein, them drawers are so tight!  Turn around . . . . Fuck YEAH!
They're huggin' your butt so fuckin' tight, I can see like an inch-deep of
ass-crack!  An those sexy damn dimples in your glutes.  Fuck, we GOTTA do
some more photos before we go out and grill!"

For Luke, every minute of his time with Logan was turning out to be the
most sexually exciting of his life.  To have another hot boy to share his
deepest pleasures with -- not just the fucking and sucking and stroking, but
the sexy underwear and jockstraps, the posing, the porn, the pot, the
music, the muscle.  He felt so much himself with Logan, it was unbelievable
-- this was his world, him at what he knew was his realest, truest self,
doing all his favorite shit.  And now, suddenly, he had this beautiful,
sexy, hard-bodied, intelligent, witty, utterly horny boy to share it with --
having revealed to him the true pleasures of sex.  It felt like he and
Logan had been somehow enchanted at birth, then separated, fated to find
each other.

He threw on his jean jacket.  Logan was dressed in a tight, low-neck
thermal shirt, which really showed off his hot, cut upper body, and a pair
of tight, low-riding jeans.  It was so cool, Luke thought, they were like
yin/yang in their thermal/denim outfits.  Luke hoped Logan would give him
some fashion tips: after seeing all the hot sexy male clothing there at the
condo, Luke was really amped to start dressing way sexier, in a way that
would really turn boys on, and that would give off a total gay-stud vibe.

After the coals were lit, both boys chilled in the twilight splendor of the
Brants' downtown rooftop patio.  Logan was used to the wondrous space -- a
pleasure-garden in the midst of towers of concrete and glass, stars
glittering above, car lights and store lights and street lights way down
below, and the window lights of all the skyscrapers teeming around them.  A
couple more puffs from Luke's pot, and they began seriously making out in
the heady, romantic, open-air setting.  High and horny, they began fevered
stroking of each other's beautifully defined chests while kissing with a
hunger neither thought could ever be satisfied.  Logan went from stroking
Luke's thick, impressive hardness through those tight, sexy thermals to
kneeling down and sucking that huge spronging hardness until Luke shot a
thick hot load in his mouth.

They kissed, sharing Luke's cream, and then Luke was down on his knees.

"Mmmmm," Logan moaned, at the sexy wondrousness of it all, "this is the way
to wait for the fuckin' coals to get hot.  I want you at all my barbecues
from here on out, dawg!"

"Fuck," Luke gasped, sucking in air from his fevered cock-sucking, "if
those coals were as hot as we were, we could sizzle up those steaks in no
time!"

After Logan shot another load in Luke's grateful mouth, they kissed, and
then checked the grill.  Perfect.  So Logan threw on the steaks that he'd
had marinating in oil and pepper.

More stroking and fondling as Logan grilled.

"I gotta say, this shit with you never gets old, dawg," Luke purred, and he
stroked and fondled Logan's pecs and ass.

Logan brought in the steaks and put them on the dining room table, artfully
set with his family's best china, crystal, and silver.  The boys took off
their tops, so they could ogle each other's sexy chest as they ate.

Then Logan served the salad and gratin and opened a bottle of his folks'
best cabernet.  He poured Luke a glass, got one for himself, and they
toasted to the amazing wondrousness of this day.

As Luke took a sip, he smiled to think about the kind of night his other
buds on the team were probably having: drinking too much cheap beer, trying
unsuccessfully to get pussy from their girlfriends (most of whom, he now
realized, were either out or closet lesbians), and then, when their
girlfriends went to sleep, drinking and smoking and playing video games,
cruising each other, he laughed now to realize, in closeted gay lust for
the ripe athletic bodies around them.

The dinner was superb.  Luke kept making toasts to Logan throughout the
meal, which never failed to get a shy, embarrassed, but utterly horny
reaction from his sexy friend.

Afterwards, they stripped out of the little shreds of clothing they were
wearing -- it was beyond time to gaze on each other's nude splendor again --
and Logan tidied up the dining room and kitchen while Luke did the dishes.

"So whaddya wanna do tonight?" Logan asked when he had everything put away,
hugging Luke from behind as he was rinsing the dishes, enclosing him in a
quietly smoldering embrace, running his hands all up and down the young
quarterback's ripped biceps and pecs and abs and cock.  Luke leaned back
and luxuriated in Logan's embrace.  He loved having his strong, beautifully
worked body worshipped like this.  His girlfriend almost never did it.

"I mean," Logan went on, breathing hot in Luke's ear, sending a shiver
through the boy's hardening cock, "besides fucking -- that's a given.  But
you wanna just hang here, play video games or watch vids?  Or, there's this
really cool all-ages gay club I go to a lot.  Great dance music and
seriously hot boys.  You'd fit right in, dawg.  Plus I know you are a way
hot dancer."

"Shit," Logan purred, hot and sultry in Luke's ear and sensuously stroking
up and down Luke's long, thick, now-hard cock with one hand while tweaking
his nips with the other, "we might even bring a cute boy or two home with
us."

Luke's mind burst into excitement at the thought; so many of his hottest
gay fantasies included three-ways or four-ways or more-ways.

"Whaddya say, stud, too soon for your first orgy?"

"That sounds freakin' hot as fuck," Luke admitted, "but actually I'd sorta
just like to stay in tonight and fool around with you.  It's like fuckin'
paradise, like the most exciting fucking night of my life.  Can't fuckin'
get enough of this sex with you, dawg! Maybe tomorrow night we could hit
the clubs, or like next weekend?"

Logan thrilled to hear Luke planning even this minor of a future with them
together.

 "But hey," Luke added, "before it gets much later, I better text my folks
and tell `em I'm spendin' the night with a bud."

"Fuck, do I ever like the sound of Luke Brant spendin' the night with me,"
Logan sexily cooed, as he continued stroking Luke's huge shaft.  "Shit, is
that ever music to my ears."

Luke dug his phone out of his backpack.  As his fingers worked the phone
keys, Luke smiled to himself.  His folks were used to getting messages like
this, an overnight that just sort of developed between him and another
dude, or a couple of dudes.  He'd had sleepovers with most of the guys on
the team all throughout high school.  But this was the first sleepover
where there'd be sex, actual sleeping with the other dude.  In fact, Luke
thought to himself, what this is is the first sleepover like it was
supposed to be -- at least what a sleepover with two sexually mature boys
should be.  It was one thing for young dudes to sleep over and watch TV and
eat pizza and do stupid kid stuff, but when dudes got to realizing what
their dicks were for, this is the kind of shit they should be doin' -- what
Logan and he were going to be all about that night.

He smiled ruefully as he thought back on the overnights he'd had with his
team mates; those achingly frustrating evenings (he could finally admit to
himself) with other built jocks; getting high and drunk, finding some
excuse to wear as little as possible (in order to show off their hot bodies
to each other, sending out signals they maybe didn't even know they were
sending out, at least Luke didn't, and being way too shy and confused to
act on); playing video games to sublimate their desire for each other.
Early on, when their bodies were first blooming into ripe masculinity, they
would wrestle with each other, teasing when one of them got hard; lately
it's been watching porn with other dudes -- straight porn, but Luke knew how
much he mainly focused on guys' muscles and dicks and asses, he bet the
other dudes did, too.

He remembered the first time when he and another dude decided to stroke off
together to the porn they watched -- it was last year, he and Matty.  It was
so hot, trying to get as many nonchalant looks at his beefy friend's dick
as he could, and loving to watch Matty shoot (way too fuckin' soon -- shit,
he wished they coulda stroked their hard cocks together all night).  He
came so close while they were stroking to reaching over and asking Matty,
as coolly as he could, if he'd like some help with that, they way dudes did
it in all the porn he read, but he'd chickened out.  But it sure as hell
was hot -- both dudes frontin' on how horny they were, not getting' any from
their girl, fuckin' sucks, yeah, really need to get off, good idea, dawg.
Since then, he'd done it a few more times -- a couple more times with Matty
and a couple times with other dudes.  Every boy was always so fucking
agreeable to do it each time Luke `casually' suggested it.  Damn, Luke
could now admit -- until this awesome day with Logan, that was about the
hottest sex he'd had.  Bet that was true for the other boys, too.  Shit, he
realized, he's gonna have to put the moves on Matty way fucking soon.

He sent his text and then spent an incredible night with Logan -- watching
gay porn, playing Madden, smoking, sipping some more wine, and fucking and
sucking to their heart's content.  At one point, they logged onto the
website where they'd posted Luke's latest batch of porn pics.  They both
whooped and hollered as they read through 3 pages worth of comments (about
twenty-some comments per page) of the most lust-addled drooling imaginable
-- dude after dude wanted to suck, fuck (or be fucked by), lick, and just
generally worship Luke's incredible body all day, night, or some other
extended stretch of time. Exclamation marks abounded. You could just sense
the hardness in each guy who wrote in.  Many even announced they'd pumped a
load.

It was easily the best night of Luke's young life; he felt like a sad,
starving, homeless dude who'd suddenly learned a forgotten relative had
died and left him a fortune, allowing him to move from hopeless poverty to
penthouse splendor overnight; his days of frustrated scrounging over, every
need now luxuriously seen to.  That was Luke's sexual trajectory -- he'd
gone from starved, barren want to rich, ridiculously wonderful erotic
excess in one day.  Logan was catering to his every sexual need,
ministering even to needs he didn't know he'd had, like rimming and
tongue-baths and nipple-tweaking.  His huge, thick cock now bounced and
swayed with the full, plump certainty of all the satisfying sex ahead of
him.

He realized now how alone he'd been in life, even during his long
relationship with Janie.  That had been barely a romance, something totally
devoid of intimacy.  He couldn't believe he'd wasted so much time in
something that brought him so little pleasure.  It was like he and Janie
were just going through the motions, doing what was expected of the cool
kids in school.  When they were alone together, all she did was either
express disinterest or else tease him to the point of hard, precum-dripping
frustration (and then say he was either too big or she was having her
period or his uncut cock was kinda gross or they should wait til they were
really sure or, finally, sorry, but she just wasn't really in the mood).

So Luke had learned to pleasure himself, learned about what got him turned
on most.  And it was dudes, of course: he'd jack off regularly to gay
internet porn, just about every night, it seemed, when he wasn't out with
his buds.  And, usually, even when he was, after a night out with those
other awesomely fit, dead-sexy jock dudes he hung with, coming home with a
head full of fantasies starring the hot boys he'd slyly scoped out all
night, horny with young, gay, unconsummated lust, he'd eagerly pore over
all the gay portal sites and bulletin boards he'd bookmarked, soaking up
descriptions of gay sex and ogling pictures and vids of scorchingly hot
dudes doing the hottest, nastiest shit.

For the past couple of years, Luke had studied gay porn with the zeal of a
scholar.  It was the same meticulous preparation he gave to learning
Coach's playbook.  He knew just which sites got him hardest and he'd check
them out for any hot recent updates to download.  He had a short-list of
his favorite porn stars, both professional and -- his real favorites -- the
amateur dudes on the college sites: sexy dudes with great bodies and really
hot cocks who never failed to get him off in solo vids or team-ups. He'd
luxuriate for an hour or more at a time in his virtual gay life, going
through site after site, edging to an almost painful point of ecstasy, and
then he'd shoot a huge, wonderfully messy load.

Or he'd slowly, sensually make love to his cock and balls and ass and
muscles in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, utterly amped at
what a hot fucking body flexed and rippled and posed in front of him,
especially turned on my the huge, hard length of thick young jock-meat
throbbing and twitching as he stroked to his fine-ass reflection.

Or else he'd just lie in bed, lazily jacking his hard, thick tool, while
his mind was awhirl with an orgy of XXX-rated gay daydreams,
dick-stiffening fantasies featuring him and the other hot young jocks at
school, all naked and horny in the gym or shower or locker room, and
suddenly one or more of their hot young bear coaches walks in and catches
them in a fevered session of boy-sex; they pull out their thick, hard,
man-sized pricks and join in, the older dudes plowing one hot young
jock-ass after another.  He could always get himself off with these
luscious, cum-drenched fantasies of naked jock lust.

Until today, though, with Logan, he'd been petrified to even think about
voicing his most secret, most intensely pleasurable desires to another boy,
in however halting or coded a way.  He'd thought he'd never be able to
express these deeply yeaning passions of his, hoping almost that he'd maybe
outgrow them -- but now, with Logan, it seemed like he finally had the
chance to grow into a life filled with the kind of sex he'd longed for so
intensely.  A life as the young, gay, sexual dynamo he'd lived in his mind
for so long.

The wondrous novelty of gay sex had worn off a bit for Luke that evening,
but what replaced it was something real and strong and vibrant: the
seriousness, the frankness, the sheer, raw, everydayness of man-need.

Now he understood how much he had to have what he was sharing with Logan;
how much he would have missed it had he never known it.  To be able to
exult in his maleness, freely indulging all his youthful, masculine needs
to such joyous excess: the need to flaunt his ripped young body, either
naked or near-naked, in sexy jocks or underwear, teasing and posing and
flirting; the need to gaze on another beautiful, muscular boy; to stroke
and fondle that boy's exquisite body -- lean, sinewy muscle, smooth ass,
hard little nipples, and deliciously dangling cock and ballsac; to kiss and
suck and finger and stroke in wanton abandon, so casually, so innocently,
so lustily; and both to penetrate, hard and raw and wet and deep, and be
penetrated, in equally passionate fashion.

And now it was here.  He'd arrived.  Luke fell asleep that might, one arm
hugging the beautifully muscled shoulders of his first gay lover, the other
arm draped lazily over the boy's carved abs and thick floppy cock, drifting
off with an almost arrogant confidence.

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