The Alien Culture Project, part 17 By Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
Chance woke up early at Wyatt's that morning, a little disoriented from being in new surroundings. When he got his bearings, his mind and body were flooded with fond memories of the fabulous sex the night before. He lay there, slowly stroking the hefty length of his thick cock as it sprawled down along his thigh, replaying some of the erotic scenes from the previous evening. Shit, his sex life had gone from a joke to a dream. And the incredible frequency with which he was having it lately was just incredible. He sure was learning about the deep sexual hunger of most guys. Damn, it seemed, three four times a day know he was getting his rocks off with other fine-ass, horned-up dudes.
It kind of reminded him of the past several years back home in Yellow Branch, and how often through the day, it seemed, he pushed his body to the limit - he'd wake up at five and do an hour or so of chores; then school, where there'd be gym class; then practice after school for whatever sport was in season, including weight-training; afterwards, he and his buddies would hang out in the gym for some pick-up basketball; then maybe he'd throw the football around with his dad after supper. It's no wonder my body has gotten good-lookin', Chance thought, with all that exercise every day. Now, the same thing's happenin' with sex. Damn, he thought, maybe this'll make me some kinda he-man, love-makin' stud. Whatever, he sure did like it.
Speaking of which, his young cock sure was getting aroused. He'd become aware almost immediately upon waking that the big custom-made bed was emptier than it had been the night before, when all four of them had been coupling so hungrily. Reed was still there, though, asleep next to him,. He could hear noises from somewhere in the front of the loft. They sounded like kitchen noises - dishes, pans, things being taken from the fridge, water running - so he assumed Wyatt and Jesse were fixing breakfast. It filled him with pleasure, reminding him of waking up back home, his mom making biscuits and pancakes and eggs and sausages and coffee - a big farm breakfast for when his dad and him came in from doing the morning chores. What a long way he's come from Yellow Branch, he grinned, looking around this beautiful loft and then ogling the gorgeous young male model he was so pleased to call his lover.
He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at Reed, naked and alluring amid the beautiful, expensive bedclothes. Damn, did this boy ever turn him on. Still stroking his now fully hard cock, he traced around Reed's lips and forehead, saw a slight smile emerge on that beautiful face, and then leaned down and kissed him, softly, but with the underlying, insistent need of a horny young college boy. Reed put his hand on the back of Chance's buzz-cut and returned the passion, lips and tongues pressing wildly against each other. After they broke their kiss, Reed began to stroke his boyfriend's long, thick, veiny prick, teasing the foreskin back and forth.
"Mmmmm, this sweet prick of yours knows what I want. A nice morning fuck. Christ, I'm horny," he moaned hoarsely, as he teased Chance's prick seductively, smiling slyly as he felt the precum ooze out of the head, "and there's nothing I like better than this long, thick, gorgeous piece of meat up my ass. Mmmmm, fuck me, dude."
"Your wish is my command, master." And Chance dove for that smooth tan ass, licking and rimming with lip-smacking gusto, while sensuously stroking Reed's hard cock. Sex in this elegant artist's loft, amid these gorgeous sheets and plush pillows, seemed even hotter and more thrilling - like they were being naughty children. Soon, Reed was nice and open, and Chance raised up, dick hard, eager to begin pumping.
"No, wait," said Reed, voice all husky with sleepy morning lust. "Lie back. I wanna be on top."
"As you wish, O Sexy One."
Chance lay back, and Reed straddled his cowboy's strong, cut, muscular hips. First he swirled his tongue all over that beautiful uncut head, lapping up every bit of Chance's jock-honey. Then he let his long, lapping tongue play wetly all over the shaft, getting it all spit-slick so it could give his hungry ass a real reaming. He jiggled Chance's big, floppy nutsac a little, to get his cream stirred and frothy. Then he mounted his cowboy. He felt behind him for that thick, stiff prick and worked the tip of it into his hole, a loud, contented sigh escaping his lips as the sex began. He wriggled and scrunched his ass down on that long, luscious fullness until he was totally impaled on its deliciously firm thickness. He just sat there and shifted his ass around, loving the feel of his lover so deep in him. Then he began to work his butt sensuously up and down, loving the serene smile that spread across his young jock's sweet, stubbly face.
"Damn, I feel like a cat in heat this morning. I just want to bounce up and down on your shaft till I fuck the horniness away."
"Use me, dude. My fucking pleasure." Damn, Chance thought to himself, as he watched his beautiful blonde stud work his lean, muscular body on top of him, you look like a cat, all hard, rippling muscles, moving with such fucking grace. Almost feminine, Chance thought - so fuckin' sexy. He lay back and sighed in deep, quiet ecstasy.
As he slowly rocked and writhed on his gorgeous stud, Reed reached down and massaged those big, cut pecs, tweaking Chance's hard nips till the boy groaned in painful pleasure. God, he thought, I will never get over how perfect this boy's body is. Suddenly a shadow of doubt crossed Reed's mind - could he hold on to such a young adonis, or would some real stud come and snatch him away?
"You wish it was Wyatt's ass you were fucking, Chance?" he asked, working those nipples and riding that cock.
"Course not," Chance gasped, the sensual bliss having all but overtaken him. "Why? You wish it was Jesse's dick in you?"
"I'm just a little jealous, I guess. He's such a fucking stud, your coach."
Chance stroked Reed's legs tenderly, sensually, and looked into the boy's eyes. "Don't ever be jealous, Reed. No one in my life's ever reached that place you have in me. Fuck, man, I can't believe you even give a hick like me the time of day. I'm so damn grateful to have such a cool, smart, gorgeous, perfect guy to share my life with. I'm yours, dude, till you throw me out."
He brought both his hands over to gently work Reed's bobbing dick, adding, "And please don't sweat all the foolin' around with other guys, man - even Wyatt. It's just gettin' my rocks off, nothin' more. Just a night out with the boys, nothin' more. With you it's love, man, you know that. You tell me to stop and I will, hon. Course, I'd rather not - if it's all the same to you!" he grinned.
Reed smiled, enjoying both the tender pillow talk and the incrediblly hot fuck. He was riding that long thick shaft like he'd never ridden a cock before; his ass felt heavenly. Chance was the finest lover he'd ever had, he knew - not just the best cock and the best body: he had such a tender, exciting spirit. "I guess I knew how you felt, dude," he purred. "Never hurts to hear you say it, though." He leaned back on his arms and bounced his ass roughly on Chance's tool, loving every spot that huge dick hit. Chance played even harder with that gorgeous, tan cock he loved so much - he wet one finger and brought it over to that teasing, winking cock-head peaking out at him from under its foreskin. He worked his finger below the hood and played it over the head a few times then dug around in the piss-slit, while he held the shaft and jostled Reed's balls with his other hand. Both boys were lost in deep, masculine carnality, oblivious to everything but their raw sexual longing. They didn't even hear Wyatt as he entered.
"Damn, now that's a sight gets an old guy's cock hard pretty quick. I was just gonna come in and wake you two sleepyheads up for breakfast, but I see Reed's already stuffed - and he ain't even ate yet!"
"Shut the fuck up and get your ass over here, old man," Reed moaned, in a daze of lust, afire at the thought of that hot older stud joining them again in bed.
Wyatt laughed, stripped off the jock he was wearing, and got on the bed. He kissed Reed hungrily, rubbing that smooth young body all over, then presented his ass to Chance and his dick to Reed.
"Oh, we're having sausage this morning, huh Wyatt?" Reed asked slyly. He licked his lips and took that big uncut beauty in greedily. Chance had his head raised and proceeded to tongue the hot hairy hole of his wrestling mentor, while kneading those firm, muscular glutes. Wyatt grabbed Reed's head and pressed it hard against his dick, face-fucking him with all the powerful, smoldering need in him. But Reed wasn't kidding about feeling like a cat in heat. He matched Wyatt's lust, grabbing his balls and twirling them as hard as he'd tweaked Chance's nips a moment ago. He loved that huge, flesh-covered cockhead of Wyatt's; it felt full and electrifying in his mouth. And he got off on the fact that he would be able to have this older stud creaming in about a minute.
Wyatt was in heaven, having these two gorgeous young boys servicing him like this. He knew his sex drive was far more than his own lover could handle, so it was a thrill to have these hot young horndogs to play with, rather than his right hand. He got into a deep erotic rhyhm, pressing his big dick deep into Reed's mouth, then arching back onto Chance's tongue, all the while his muscular hips were wriggling sensuously.
The scene on the bed was Wyatt, pistoning into Reed's mouth and back onto Chance's tongue; Reed, bouncing and working his ass on Chance's hard pole, while he slobbered and sucked up and down Wyatt's juicy length; and Chance, driving his dick deep into his boyfriend's ass and jerking his lover's cock, while he rimmed the hot, hard, hairy hole of the most hard-core stud he knew - the three of them were a perfectly synchronized machine of pure male lust. These were men - young and older - who knew their deepest animal needs - and far from being ashamed of those needs, they embraced them, shared them, celebrated them, revered them; they lived for moments like these when they could wring every last drop of pleasure from them.
First Reed came, from the combination of Chance's dick-stroking and ass-reaming; then Chance erupted, his cock loving the orgasmic clenching of his lover's well-fucked ass; and finally Wyatt sprayed all over Reed's face. The three were awash in the thick, creamy juices of masculine ecstasy. When the older stud shot his last spurt, he just sat back luxuriously on Chance's face, slowly working his muscular ass over the moist lushness of the boy's hard, thick tongue.
"Keep licking that ass a little more, stud. Feels just too damn good to stop."
Reed sat back and gazed at the scene: it was so damn sexy watching Wyatt work his ass on Chance's hungry mouth - not just his incredibly cut torso writhing and rippling, but that thick, luscious, flesh-hooded cock bouncing and jiggling on top of that big, man-sized ballsac. Reed stroked himself while he watched Wyatt grow hard again. Soon, Wyatt's long uncut shaft stood fully erect, hard again and ready for boy-ass. He shot a glance at Reed with that steely, commanding glint of his. Mesmerized, Reed shifted over, kissed that roughly-bearded Marine-stud face all over, rubbed his hard hairy body worshipfully, then sat his smooth, shaved boy-ass down on Wyatt's huge, hard dick, while he kept hugging and kissing the handsome older jock. Reed licked the stubbled, manly jaw and neck of Wyatt sensually all over as he delighted in the feel of that hard stud-cock filling his guts - bigger, even, than Chance's enormous tool.
Wyatt worked his ass obscenely on Chance's tongue. He pushed hard and wriggled his athletic hips like crazy, while he thrust in and out of the cute stud bouncing on his lap, loving the feel of his long hard shaft in such a tight, cum-slick hole. They kissed like they were long-lost lovers, tonguing and lapping and moaning in lust. Male sex couldn't get any better than this - that was the primal thought running in variants through all three of them.
The writhing, snorting sex machine they formed was now working in overdrive, ready to throw a rod or bust a joint. Reed cried out and spurt all over Wyatt's abs, then Wyatt shot, pumping three thick loads into Reed's already-filled ass. Afterwards, he and Wyatt bent down and finished Chance off, both of them tonguing and lapping all over his gorgeous cock and balls. They collapsed on the bed and rubbed cream lazily over each other's hard, rippling muscles. Wyatt felt about fifteen years younger, sporting with these young pups like this.
Their lust sated, they had a quick shower and, the boys still naked, but Wyatt back in his jock, enjoyed the breakfast of cormeal waffles with blueberry sauce Wyatt had prepared.
"Where's Jesse?" Reed asked, scarfing down his last bite, ravenous after such hot, athletic sex-play.
"In here!" the missing partner shouted. "Be out in a sec!"
When he finally emerged, as they were all finishing the dark, thick espresso Wyatt had made, Jesse had with him two huge, framed photos. One, for Chance, was a picture of Reed, taken earlier, when Jesse had awoke. It showed Reed's beautifully lean, butterscotch-colored torso, luminous in the early-morning light that poured through the loft's windows, a sheet sexily draping one thigh, and his thick, full cock lying lusciously back against his lower abs. Chance was stunned: "I'll be beating off to this first thing every morning. It's so fucking beautiful, Jess."
For Reed, Jesse had printed one of Chance's porn poses in leather harness. This shot showed Chance, torso beautifully accented by the tight leather bands, with his face in the most angelic throes of youthful sexual bliss, clasping his gorgeous, dripping cock. It reeked of young masculinity. It was one of the most erotic things Reed had ever seen, especially in the way it showed this wonderful tension between innocence and experience.
"Goddamn, what a fucking photo, Jesse," was all the dry-mouthed Reed could muster.
"Thanks," he said, "I love it, too. I'm gonna feature this one in my next show," and then he turned to Chance, "if it's all right with you?"
"Shit, yeah, Jess. I'm flattered as hell."
It was only then that the obvious dawned on Reed. "Jesse, these photos must be worth - what, a couple thousand each?"
"They're worth whatever people pay for them. That's not important. Think of them as souvenirs," Jesse said shyly, secretly pleased his gifts went over so well. Both boys continued to ooh and aah over these incredible works of art. "Oh stop, please! It's just something to celebrate the wonderful new friends Wyatt and I made this weekend. I'm sure Wyatt feels just like I do - it's wonderful that we're now in each other's lives."
They kissed, hugged, and made excited plans to do Sparta again next weekend (and party at the loft afterwards). Everyone's dick got a little hard in anticipation. Wyatt added in his shy, gruff voice, "You boys got any friends'd like to come party with us four - well, the more the merrier, right?" His dick was twitching in his tight jock-pouch at the prospect of a boy-crazy orgy next weekend. He had fantasies of the place packed with naked young hotties, all eager to take his huge hard cock.
"We'll see what we can do, you old pervert," Reed laughed, but equally excited for the scene he knew Wyatt was drooling over - hot young studs sucking and fucking and kissing and stroking all night in this gorgeous pleasure-palace. Damn, he thought, Jesse's camera'd be clickin' all night. Truth be told though, Reed thought, I'd be satisfied with simply another fuck or two from Wyatt - what a skilled fucking cocksman. And too fucking hot-looking. Watching him move through the loft in that jockstrap had given Reed a permanent semi.
Then Wyatt got out the calendar, and he and Chance set up their workout schedule for the coming week. They decided on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, since wrestling practice was Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. They decided they'd meet at the loft, in Wyatt's workout studio, for their first training session, and see how that went. As Wyatt pencilled in the date on his calendar, his cock grew fat and full with the knowledge that a sessioon of hard training session then hot fucking with this gorgeous young boy was just two days away. Jesse was gone most afternoons, so they'd have the loft to themselves. He gave Chance a spare key, saying, "Here, case I ain't home yet when you get here. This is the key you'll need for the back door. Then it's just the elevator to the top floor."
Then Wyatt was seized with an inspiration. "Why'nt you come over after we're done training Tuesday, Reed? Say six? I'll make dinner for us all." Wyatt knew his dick must be all hard and wet and obvious in his jock, but he couldn't help himself. His mind was awash with thoughts of getting all hot and hard and sweaty with Chance, watching that incredible body put through its paces, then pumping a few loads into that hot young stud; some man-play in the shower afterwards; and then dinner and more sex, only with Jesse and Reed in the mix. It was just too fucking wonderful a prospect. Wyatt had a sudden image of himself as a prize bull-stud, long dick waggling as he bounced from one breeding session to another. He was as giddy as a kid in a whorehouse to think of the new sexual possibilities afforded by his young wrestler and that fine-ass boyfriend of his.
"Sounds great, Wyatt. Thanks," said Reed, giving Wyatt's cock a squeeze when Chance and Jesse weren't looking.
"Reed, give me a hand wrapping these photos, will you?" Jesse asked.
When they got into his studio, Jesse hugged Reed close, licking his ear and whispering, "I'm doing calendar page proofs on Tuesday. The printer is right near campus. Maybe we can get together for a long lunch?"
"Hell yes," Reed panted, licking Jesse's little beard from chin to lips, then giving his a deep soul-kiss. "The first official meeting of our Mutual Consolation Society, huh?"
They made excited plans to meet at Reed's dorm room. Then Jesse wrote out a check for Chance - eight hundred dollars.
Chance was astounded. He'd never seen such a sum on a check before. He immediately made plans to give most of it to his folks, saving some for a wild spree with Reed. He thanked Jesse with teary sincerity, but Jesse just smiled and said, "I'm getting ready for a new show. I told you I want at least that picture of you; I'll see how the rest look when i print them. If they're as hot as I think, I'm thinking maybe I'd like to do another session with you, so there's more of this if you're interested."
"Fuck yeah!"
They all swapped email and cell phone information, Jesse gave each of the boys a copy of his calendar for that year, and then, after more kissing and hugging, Chance and Reed took a bus back to campus, both incredibly high on life, love, and their marvelous new friends. They got off at the campus stop and walked across the quad, carrying their incredible new artworks. Chance walked Reed to his dorm, where they hugged at the door. They decided to take a break from each other because they each had homework to do, plus Reed had some errands to run. They planned to hook up again at 7 PM. Chance wanted them to do dinner and a movie. "A real doggone date, dammit!" he insisted. "With lots of kissing and hugging and hand-holding and shit. Like what young lovers are supposed to do!"
"Damn, you are incredible," Reed laughed. Oh fuck, Reed thought, I cannot lose this boy. I am so daffy in love I can't stand it. They kissed again, deep and hard, while rubbing each other's stiff young pricks, secure in the knowledge they'd be enjoying them later. Then Chance headed back to his dorm - tired, hard, and happy.
But his tiredness seemed to evaporate when he saw the scene back at his place: his sexy-ass neighbor Kyle, in bed with Tommy, his room-mate, whom Chance had never suspected was gay. It was clear both boys had just had sex - Tommy's dick was moist and gleaming, and they lay there stroking each other lovingly. Chance had thought he was fucked out from last night and this morning, but suddenly he was hard and rarin' to go again. This was just too innarestin', he said to himself.
"Damn, you two look like you been havin' some fun," he said shyly, his dick now visibly straining all down his left thigh.
Kyle, his fingers playing through Tommy's long blonde hair while the beefy hockey stud's fingers traced a sexy pattern across his abs and balls, gave Chance a big smile. "Whyn't you shuck those sexy-ass jeans, let that big thick cock o' yours out, and join us, bro?"
Chance was on the bed in a minute, and the three boys fell into the sweet, innocent joys of eager, boyish lust - tongues and hands and lips a blur, dicks wet and straining with the hard excitement of youth.
"Dang, Tommy," Chance panted, "I didn't know you was into dudes."
"Makes two of us, bro," Tommy smiled, kissing his gorgeous rooommate on the lips, so damn excited to be able to let his lust for him flower at last.
Then Kyle pulled Chance on top of him. "Mmmm, I gotta eat this hard, smooth jock ass o' yours, Chance," he moaned.
Chance, on his knees, straddled Kyle's face, and the youthful soccer stud began to make love to his ass. Chance squirmed and writhed on the boy's tongue and mouth; it was like a kind of deeply intimate masculine kissing, Chance thought - another dude kissing you hot and heavy in that sensitive, utterly male spot, oral and anal gratification blending in erotic bliss. Chance stretched back and grabbed his ankles, so he could groove his ass down even more intensely against Kyle's fevered mouth, lips and tongue.
Seeing Chance stretched out nude, his muscular torso rippling with power, and that huge cock and ballsac jiggling around like a lure, was too much for Tommy. Soon he was right there, letting his hands play across the smooth, hard beauty that was Chance's torso and thighs. First, he did something he'd been wanting to do with another dude for a while - he scooted up close to Chance, took his hard cock in his hand, and pressed his own dick right up against it, ballsac to ballsac, shaft to shaft, then jacked them together. Chance's guttural moan was like an echo of Tommy's. He jacked for a while, still walking through these scenes of boy-on-boy sex as if he were in a crazy dream. He stared down at Chance's dick, tantalized. So long, so thick, so veiny, and that sweet head just poking out, framed perfectly by the foreskin.
Soon a big gob of precum started to build on that sweet cockhead. Tommy let go, backed up, then he dove in. He grasped that long, thick hardness and brought it reverently to his face. He kissed it, full of tender gratitude, as if it were a precious, lost object returned too him. He delicately lapped up the sweet precum, savoring the incredibly addictive tatse. Then he rubbed his face across that beautiful cock, making low, wet guttural hums of passionate devotion to it. His own cock throbbed with a kind of glee. He'd never been so mind-blowingly turned on from sex before. He felt a glow and energy in him that was overwhelming.
It came like a revelation to Tommy: on a bed, with 2 other finely-built, passionately hungry young men, all indulging in the sweetest, most intense sex possible: there was no place he'd rather be and no other sex he'd rather have. His mind flooded with a future of lean, muscular boys and hard, juicy cocks. Tommy's dick grew hard and firm and ripe in the sudden knowledge that he was not bi, he was gay; it came over him in a wonderful rush, filling him with a shuddering excitement that almost made him cum. He kissed Chance's cock again; it had become a symbol of all men for him, and he silently pledged his sexual devotion to it. He took the big, flesh-hooded head in his mouth and taught himself to give head, sucking and licking with every ounce of his newly renewed passion for sex.
Chance was in ecstasy. His ass, always so sensitive for as long as he'd started pleasuring himself, had been making incredible love to Kyle's mouth. He'd been pressing and wriggling, tensing and untensing his butt-cheeks, loving the way Kyle met his every mouth, in such wet sloppy abandon. And then Tommy had joined them, being so tender with his dick. And now, the hockey jock's hot, wet mouth was lapping up his cock. Damn, thought the young stud from Yellow Branch, this is pretty fucking fine. He rubbed his smooth slick crack against Kyle's mouth and tongue, trying to get that tongue up as far as it would go. He was fucking his ass on Kyle's hot tongue.
Kyle and Tommy, meanwhile, were rubbing their own hard cocks together as they worked on their beautiful friend. These randy young boys were like bold sexual explorers, discovering the exact shapes and limits of this awesome new realm called male desire. They had just found that you could pleasure someone, while they were being pleasured by another; meanwhile those two could have exquisite sexual pleasure themselves. The possibilities seemed so endless they were mind-boggling; they wanted to experience them all, all at once.
When their sexual abandon was spent, the three cum-covered boys decided to wash up. They strolled to the showerroom naked, holding towels casually at their side, arms around each other. A series of dorm-mates, either naked like the three boys, or wearing a towel or boxers, stopped the boys occasionally as they made their way to the shower room. It was immediately obvious to the other students that these three hunky jocks were gay, the way they were stroking each other's shoulders or asses or abs as they talked. The straight boys on the floor grew incredibly excited by these gorgeous, utterly masculine hunks, so blatantly flaunting their homosexuality. They, themselves, had of course each had many gay-curious fantasies, as every boy has. But now to be naked and intimate with such beautiful advertisements for boy-on-boy sex - it was fucking heady, indeed. They all looked for any reason to prolong the easy-going conversation, eyes jutting down to drink in gorgeous uncut dicks, smooth firm asses, and lean chiseled abs.
Chance and his friends, meanwhile, loved all the frank male camaraderie with the other dudes in the hall, as it meant more naked and near-naked boys to cruise. There was something about good-looking, well-built, nicely-hung guys naked together: their dangling, aroused penises took on a kind of separate, interested life of their own; their dicks became keenly aware of each other, curious, interested, excited to know each other, touch each other, explore each other, compare, nuzzle, fondle each other, rub up against each other - their young cocks were like playful, excited dogs, wanting to romp together in rough abandon. The three gay jocks felt it strongly, of course, but so did the other boys. It surprised them, how turned on they were by just a casual encounter in the hall, how erotic it was to be so close with those gorgeous boys, but not a one of them didn't head back to their dorm rooms immediately afterwards, achingly hard and desperately curious, and, either as they lay on their beds or gazed in their mirrors, stroke off to a hard-core, cum-drenched, gay fanatsy, thinking next time - fuck, would that be hot or what, but shit, did they have the balls - they'd maybe be daring enough to make a move . . . And they all knew, deep at the core of their sexuality, that if any of those three gay hunks had made even the slightest pass at them, they'd have been on their knees, sucking gratefully, asses itching for a long thick dick.
After their shower, they sat on Tommy's bed and talked excitedly, sharing their thoughts on their new gay lives. Chance told the other two the story of meeting Reed and how his natural urge for guys just erupted that night - he spared not one juicy detail. Kyle and Tommy stroked each other as they hung on every word. Kyle let Chance know how profoundly their time together the other day - in fact, the whole night before even, listening to him and Reed fuck while he jerked off longingly -- affected him, and how he came sniffing around their dormroom that morning, a new slave to dick, hoping for another tatse, finding Tommy instead of Chance. Then Tommy told of the scene in the locker room and his horniness at that, and then finding Chance's porn, and his mind-boggling pleasure when Kyle showed up.
Chance explained some of the research he'd been doing for his English paper. He told about the Greek philosophers who thought that, originally, people were double - with four arms, two heads, four legs; and how they'd angered the gods, so the gods split them in two; and how the Greeks felt that life, then, became a strong drive to mate up with your lost double - so guys were the most deeply satisfied by other guys, and women by other women.
"That sure as hell explains my sex life for the past couple years," Tommy laughed. "I always felt the women I was with were probably lesbian at heart, they seemed so damn disinterested."
"For real," Chance said. "Plato's got this book, the Symposium, it's called. And he says how we pursue our lost halves. For him, boys who loved other dudes were the most manly of men. They had the deepest, noblest kind of love."
"Damn, dude," Tommy shook his head, "I thought since the beginning of the semester you were just some corn-fed hick from the sticks. Shit, man, you sure fooled my ass."
They all laughed, and each went on to confess how long they'd each secretly been checking boys out, how often they'd guiltily beat off to fantasies involving other boys, and how convinced they'd been that no other boy in the world had such filthy thoughts. They each told of the favorite photos they would beat off to in high school - gorgeous guys from fitness mags or the hot studs in underwear ads. It was such an incredible rush for Tommy and Kyle - Chance had gone through this already - to have their primal, pent-up homoeroticism given full rein, transformed now from secret guilt to proud pleasure. A scene like this - horny and intimate with a couple other good-looking guys - was suddenly no longer a matter of repressed desire and shameful j/o fantasies later. It could take its natural, beautifully satisfying course. They could now be frankly and honestly sexual with each other guys; they could explore every single one of their deep, young, masculine desires. Their cocks felt full, throbbing, alive, ready as they listened to each other.
As they shared their erotic secrets, they watched each other's randy dicks grow hard, and soon the three of them had fallen into a daisy chain of hard jock-cocks and hungry young mouths. Tommy blissed out at the feel of Kyle's sensuous, loving mouth on his dick, as well as the sound of Chance raunchily chowing down on Kyle's cock. He looked at Chance's long, thick cock again longingly. Sticking straight out from those hard, cut thighs, it was about the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen - long, perfectly-shaped, with those wonderfully lickable veins pulsing over it. It was made to suck, Tommy felt. He approached it with a sweet, thrilling passion, first feeling it tenderly with his big, rough, bony hands. He could barely hear Chance moan as his fingers traced over it, that's how riveted he was by that incredible rod. God, there was such power and erotic energy in a dude's cock, he thought, especially such an awesome prick as Chance had. He bent his head down and took that wonderful hunk of boy-meat in his mouth. A loud moan escaped his mouth as he savored another taste of what he knew would be a steady diet of hard jock dick.
He swirled the big, flesh-covered head with his tongue, over and over, as if he were expressing his gratitude to it for being in the world. Then he lappped up and down the long underside of the shaft, letting his fingers play over the tip and ballsac. Oh fuck, he thought, this is erotic as fucking hell. Chance's Greek shit sure sounded on the money, as far as he was concerrned: there was no sex that could possibly be as satisfying as another dude with a long hard cock and a nice tight hole. Tommy now knew why the idea of cockplay held such secret allure to him: according to Chance, it was deep bodily pleasure, firmly ingrained in the male psyche. Made total sense. When a guy was aroused, he was aroused way down in the core of his being, in his cock. How wonderful to finally get in touch with those deep, masculine desires. He took as much of that long, firm flesh in his mouth as he could, letting his head bob up and down, sucking, while he wriggled his tongue all over that glorious rod. He wanted to bring as much pleasure to Chance as he could. He wanted to watch that strong, powerful cock erupt in load after load of sweet, creamy boy-juice, then he wanted to rub that thick cream all over his face and chest. He wanted to sanctify himself in male desire.
The three boys were in the deep, pure pleasure-zone of youth there on the bed, sucking and being sucked, playing with balls, stroking thighs and abs, purring and moaning on top of all that sweet, moist lapping. At one point, Tommy, whose big bony foot had been stroking Kyle's ass-crack up and down, worked his big toe against that tight little pucker, letting Kyle know, shyly, how much he wanted to get back in there. Kyle moaned loud and deep at the touch, a deep body-moan of primal longing, and wriggled his ass sexily against that toe, answering Tommy, telling him just how much he wanted the same thing.
Tommy could feel his balls tighten from the luscious workout his dick was getting. Soon, he felt thick spurts of boy-cum ooze in warm waves into Kyle's hungry mouth. Chance stepped up his ball- and ass-play, along with his sucking, and Kyle shot next. Then Kyle came over to help Tommy working on Chance's wet, glistening beauty. He laved the ball-sac and worked Chance's smooth, hard crack, while Tommy kept up his hot mouth action. Chance, his mouth lusciously full of Kyle's sweet cream, moaned in utter bliss.
"OH FUCK, you two! This is so hot! To have two beautiful studs workin' on my dick and ass like this! Aw, it's too fuckin' much. It's just heaven, bro's!"
He pressed his ass firmly against Kyle's tongue, begging it go further and further up his hole. Kyle obliged, all the while fondling Chance's nuts and stroking Tommy's cheek as it bobbed up and down on that huge prick. Soon, he felt Chance's ballsac tighten. He gently nudged Tommy off Chance's dick, so the two of them could watch that gorgeous stud-cock shoot. It was like a religious rite for them to see Chance's thick white cream spurt and ooze, like a sign from the gods that they were pleased. He and Tommy scooped up what they could and fed each other this wonderful balm.
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