The Alien Culture Project, part 24 By Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: The following contains depictions of gay sex.
Back at Chance's dorm, a little before 11, they ran up the stairs, stood breathless outisde the door to Chance's room, and ran hungry hands and lips all over each other. The intense physical passion each had for the other was ready to burst out: their natural sexual desire had been piqued by the parade of naked male beauty at the dance concert earlier, and then it simmered excitedly as they sat gazing at each other in that romantic restaurant, in a sexy whirl of gorgeous young Italian waiters and a well-groomed, well-heeled gay clientele. Now the raw need of these two lovers could wait no longer.
To each eager young boy, the feel of his partner's body was by now a wonderfully familiar landscape of desire: Reed adored running his hands over the massive firmness of Chance's ripe, luscious arms and shoulders, letting his fingers drift sensually down to roam over that hard-carved slab, knowing how it turned his cowboy on; and Chance couldn't get enough of the smooth, burnished perfection of Reed's lean, cut physique and the hard roundness of those sweet ass-globes that, when parted, offered such exquisite pleasure. As they indulged their passion, hard, anxious cocks ground against each other, each boy's blood-engorged dick screaming out its need for thick, creamy, immediate release. Each began to undress the other right there by the door, oblivious to the other naked boys down the hall, walking to and from the shower, pausing to dwell with an envious gaze on such a hot scene. When Reed, naked himself, had stripped Chance down to his jock, the young lust-dazed muscle-stud caught his breath for a moment, barely stammering out the words, "Fuck, dawg, let's take this inside."
Once in the dorm room, Reed pushed his gorgeous lover down on his bed, ripped his jock off with one rough tug, then paused a moment to drink in the most exquisitely sculpted body he'd ever seen - arms, shoulders, pecs, abs, cock, thighs: each alone was enough to get you hard, the entire package was overwhelming. His own cock was throbbing painfully, leaking steadily, but he had to gaze on that sensuous, muscular perfection. One day he would do an experiment: see how long it took to cum just from looking at Chance and letting that erotic torso prompt such dick-stirring fantasies. As his lusty gaze limned the mouth-watering perfection of his young stud-lover, he noticed the faint, barely-there shadow of pubes around that huge, thick, hard cock splayed lusciously across Chance's abs.
"Damn, you buzzed your pubes even closer. Looks so fuckin sexy, dude," he said as he traced his fingers over the stubble, making both boys' dick stir. "Pure fuckin' muscle. Damn, you are just too damn beautiful!"
And with that, he just about inhaled Chance's semi-stiff dick. The warm, hard thickness gave him a contact high. Soon he was snorting like a ravenous pig, trying to gobble up as much slop he could.
Chance had started moaning and throwing his head back and forth at the first electric sensation of his lover's hot mouth on his shaft. He cradled the sides of Reed's close-shaved head tenderly, as warm, moist delight coursed through his groin, flooding the pleasure-center in his brain. Reed had reduced him to a state of pure, shameless need - a desperate sex slave, living for the exquisite heights to which his lover could bring him.
"Aw fuck, don't stop, dude!" he cried, as Reed alternated slow, lazy tongue licks up and down that huge veiny shaft, with hard, hot-breath pistoning on Chane's steel-hard, pulsating member. He had no intention of stopping. He loved sucking cock - the raw, primal thrill of hard fleshy stiffness filling your mouth; the different sensations as you variously played a tongue or lips or a whole mouth across it; the way you could feel it twitch and throb and jerk in ecstasy, then begin fucking your mouth, almost on instinct; the way the skin began to glisten so beautifully as your drooling hunger laved it; and the sudden change in taste as precum mixed in with your own thick, lust-flooded saliva. And Chance's cock was the ultimate experience - it demanded the oral mastery of a true artist. Reed's own dick stiffened with the realization that he had the rest of his life to learn to play such a rare, beautiful instrument.
Chance's big dick throbbed and pulsed in the deep erotic sensorium of the moment - Reed's mouth, tongue, teeth, and lips alternating in a dizzying panoply of sensual sensations; the loud, nasal grunts of excited passion as he slobbered that thick stiffness, a kind of trance-music soundtrack of raw lust; and the almost maddening tingle of Reed's fingers as they played across his hard, sensitive abs and nipples and teased around his pubes, balls, and crack. Chance would cum soon with explosive force, he knew, and he wanted to cum in the snug, warm confines of his lover's smooth, tight ass.
With a truly painful effort, he pushed Reed off him. Reed just smiled up at him, drool and precum streaming from his whorishly satisfied lips, his body humming in anticipation of what was to come: a strong, lusty fuck from his amazing young cowboy. But first: he pushed Chance back down and positioned his tight, eager ass over Chance's stubbly face. His pucker settled right on top of Chance's full, sensuous lips.
"Eat me, dude! Eat this tight little hole you want to fuck so damn bad!"
"Aw fuck, will I ever," Chance snorted, throat thick with desire, and he dug in. He loved rimming that smooth, sweet hole, while his hands stroked Reed's lean hips and thighs and jacked his sweet, smooth cock. The oral gratification he got was as much of a turn-on for him as it was for the boy whose ass he was chowing down on.
Reed perched friskily on top of his stud, feeling that amazing chest as he mashed his ass down hard and insistent againt Chance's voracious mouth. He wriggled and squirmed, making sure Chance's tongue and lips and fingers hit every single itchy spot in his hot, throbbing hole. The feeling of Chance's three- or four-day growth was incredible. A few times, he pulled back, tea-bagging Chance's sensuous stubble, letting his dick slide all over that beautiful young face. The feel of that sharp little stubble against his thighs and cock was sheer heaven; he just played his drippy hardness all over it, savoring the thrill. He even let his ballsac roam deliciously all over the sexy shaved stubble of Chance's head. He moaned loudly, wordlessly, as he rubbed his moist, aching balls and cock all over that gorgeous buzz cut.
He repositioned his ass on Chance's greedy mouth, shifting and squirming to pleasure his thighs and butt-cheeks on that lovely stubble. "Don't ever shave your face smooth!" he cried in hoarse, raspy bliss. "Your stubble is so fucking HOTTT!!!" A few minutes later, he was back to dragging his cock teasingly over Chance's face and head, just ready to shoot, he felt, until finally Chance bellowed, "FUCK, REED, I WANT THAT SWEET ASS NOOOWWWW!! PLEASE, DAWG!!!!"
This was the kind of sex Reed had been searching for: juicy, raw, muscular, totally obsessive, and utterly drenched in mutual devotion. They were so perfectly attuned to each other's deepest desires; Chance was right, they would never break up.
He rolled off Chance and kissed him, ready to let Chance have his way, knowing they'd both enjoy every minute of it. Their mouths and tongues ground against each other in hurried, panting passion; their long, hot soul-kiss was almost erotic enough to send Reed over the edge. No one kissed with as much sheer, naked lust as two boys. There was such brute, erotic longing when their mouths met; the heat they generated could almost melt solid objects. He rubbed his own cheek back and forth against Chance's stubble, while he jacked that huge, wet prick, then panted hot, anxious desire in his ear. "Fuck me, Chance! As hard as you can! Fuck, dude, I love you so much!"
Chance was thrumming with desire; it seemed to fill him with a strength, a dominance that verged almost on cruelty. His own untrained lust, combined with Reed's teasing, had him pulsating wildly with a sexual dynamism he relished. His cock throbbed painfully, demanding immediate release. He pushed Reed back with all the muscle-coiled power in his arms. The older boy loved being overpowered by the young stud - all that strength and beauty, and it was all his. His heart raced as his young muscle-god grabbed his hips roughly and threw both legs over his shoulders. Chance waved his long thick shaft with the smirk of a conqueror. Reed was amazed at the size of it: it looked like two, maybe two-and-a-half beer cans stacked on end; all wet and sexy-looking from his cock-sucking. The he shuddered with delight as Chance leeringly waggled his tongue and dove roughly for his hole. He would never, ever tire of this. There was no better sex than what he could have with this magical boy.
Chance went at Reed's ass like a parched desert nomad who'd finally reached an oasis. Reed pressed his silky smooth crack firmly against Chance's sloppy, desperate hunger. That long wet tongue played deliciously up and down his crack, slicking him up, teasing, until he got ready for serious work on that tight little pucker. Again Reed luxuritated in the feel of that sand-paper beard-stubble against his smooth, warm thighs. Chance ate his lover's ass with a passion, desperate to open Reed's little flower wide enough to take in his huge, straining cock.
Reed lolled back, blissed out as he heard Chance's throat clear, then felt a gob of spit land on his hole. His stiff cock twitched and danced as he felt Chance rub that saliva, working two, then three fingers in, stretching him open, pawing roughly to be able to claim his prize. He shivered with excitement as he felt Chance bite and pull his ass-lips. He felt like a young virgin slave-boy, trapped in some warrrior-chieftain's tent, half-terrified but half-aroused at the thought of his imminent deflowering at the hands of this bedouin demi-god. Before, when he'd worked his ass all over Chance's helpless mouth, it was him in control; now, it was Chance, or rather Chance's hard-core boy-lust, readying him for ravaging. He grew so hard, it hurt.
That hardness wasn't lost on Chance. He brought one hand over to stroke his lover while he continued to work on that pliant, widening hole - licking, kissing, spitting, tonguing, biting, and grunting in ecstasy. His rough, eager rim job had Reed reduced to sheer erotic helplessness; his guttural purrs and wanton moans egged Chance on to near-abandon - lapping, tonguing, spitting, fingering, and snorting. His sloppy, moist passion filled the dorm room; raw, young desire echoed off the walls. Faster, harder, wetter - he licked and sucked and tongued the choicest flesh on earth.
His stiff prick throbbed, and his full balls jostled, as he relished the pleasure awaiting him when that tight moistness would finally envelop his straining young cock. Already he was planning his rhythym: hard and fast at first, then he would long-dick Reed until his older lover screamed and begged for quick, brutal thrusts to finish him off. He felt the warm, slick ooze of Reed's precum start to coat the shaft he was jacking. He lifted his head up and devoured his lover's cock, so he could lap up every drop of that intoxicating nectar. The taste hit him with a jolt; he felt his cock throb even more insistently, leaking shamelessly now, just as Reed's was.
He raised up his lean, massive bulk, stared down at the gorgeously carved body on the bed before him - lean, sleek, ropy, succulent - an alabaster-smooth, well-muscled form seeming to pulsate and quiver with the hard-core tingle of boy-lust. His fingers dallied over those hard, ripe little nipples jutting out from his firm, round pecs. He traced around and around them as Reed made soft, throaty pleasure-noises, then dragged his middle fingers lightly over that cafe au lait washboard. Then, with his thumbs, he pried that sweet, tight pucker open even further.
His dick throbbed impatiently, and the evil side of Chance kicked in. Making sure Reed's ankles were secure on his shoulders, he grabbed his long thick hardness and plunged mercilessly into Reed's half-open hole, ramming him so hard he saw Reed's eyes well up and glisten. But he knew the flip-side of that pain was utter pleasure. This had to be a raw, harsh, emphatic fuck. It was his way of telling Reed: you mean everything to me, I need you like I will never need another.
"FUCKKKK!!" Reed screamed, pain coursing through him. But Chance knew it wouldn't last. He shoved his cock in further, loving the look of pain and pleasure fighting with each other across his lover's face. He pulled out expertly - what a cocksman you're getting to be, he smirked - and then plunged in again, now halfway home. Fuck, he thought, my big prick looks so fuckin' fine disppearin' into Reed's gorgeous ass. And it felt even finer than it looked.
He smiled to see pleasure winning the battle on his lover's face: Reed was licking his lips wantonly, moaning now in growing abandon. He felt Reed's ass clench against his dick in fevered longing, desperate to work that huge, hard pleasure-stick all the way up. A few more slow, deep thrusts, and then Reed was purring and moaning, his hands carressing the beauty of Chance's hard, cut torso, as a mindless, cock-hungry delight overtook his ass and spread throughout his whole body. The young cocksman smiled wickedly as Reed's groping stopped at Chance's firm, jutting nipples; he began twisting and pulling them roughly, as if egging on whatever sort of fuck Chance wanted to throw.
Chance saw he had stoked in Reed the hot, smoldering flame of animal desire. He realized Reed would do anything now to keep that dick in him. Good, he thought - I want my lover to know it's only me who can reach the center of his being like this. He bent down, carressed that gorgeous frame, and the two boys' tongues melted together in ecstasy.
"Fuck me," Reed mumbled, quitely, breathlessly, like a desperate, fervent prayer. Chance kissed those gorgeous lips and then got to work, only too happy to provide his lover salvation.
He pummeled Reed's ass with abandon. Both Reed's ass juices and his own precum were flowing thickly now, making the fuck a smooth, slick glide. Fuck, did it feel good! His body was a formula one race car, doing hairpin turns at 120 MPH, in perfect control. Every muscle felt alive and responsive. His dick felt like sleek steel. And his balls, they were full to the brim, screaming to erupt in load after load of hot, slurpy spunk. Chance felt sorry for any dude who denied himself the heart-stopping, soul-wracking pleasure of sex with another boy. The feel of another firm young body beneath you, the throbbing pleasure of your dick-hard manhood shoved tightly into an eager hole, the thrill of male, sensual lips kissing you with such deep hunger; anything else is a perverse imitation of what male sex should be.
He smiled to see Reed's luscious dick bob around and his head turn back and forth, deep in the zone of boy-lust. Chance was just getting started. He stared down and watched his hard, responsive muscles ripple as his long hard thickness glided in and out of that tight, hard ass. Fuck! he thought, you could live for sex like this! Reed's long, fulsome shaft jerked and danced while his ballsac jostled, absorbing every blow from Chance's hard, fast ass-pounding. The sight of it drove Chance to new heights. He was losing his control, he realized, succumbing to pure passion for this gorgeous blonde hottie beneath him.
Their musculature gleamed and flexed as they drove each other on. They were like two big cats, a leopard and lion, lean and powerful. Reed dug his ankles in, arched his back, and in shameless sluttishness used his lean hips and ass to grind and twist his hole over that long ramrod cock, wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of their fuck. Chance raised all the way up off his haunches, then leaned backward on one hand, loving the sensation of Reed's taut, stretched body gliding across his lengthy shaft. Earlier tonight, during the dance performance, Reed said when two boys danced together it was called a 'pas de deux,' and that's what it seemed like they were doing, him and Reed: the most intimate, intensely passionate pas de deux imaginable.
With the hand not holding him up, he rubbed sensuously back and forth along Reed's lean, muscular thighs, causing a deep moan to echo from his lover. Then he let his hand trail down to that stiff, bobbing beauty, using Reed's gorgeous carmel-colored cock as a pommel for his ride, jacking it in delicious urgency. The hard spongy thickness of another boy's cock - Chance was addicted to it. He looked down his own torso, so beautifully hard and perfectly etched, down to where he could see his huge cock disappear and re-appear in that smooth, hungry ass, and then his gaze trailed over to the butterscotch beauty he was jacking. It's almost like I'm jacking my own dick he thought - like my dick goes in Reed's ass and comes out the other side, still hard and stiff, but a different color and with the ballsac flipped. They're that close, he realizes. As tight as two boys can be.
Reed's panting moans became more pained and rhythmic now, and his face screwed up in the harsh, intense beauty of male orgasm. Sure enough, his thick cock sprayed thick gobs and droplets of boy-cum all over his chest and abs. Chance scooped up what he could on several fingers and licked them slowly and sensuously, savoring his lover's creamy taste as he felt Reed's ass throb and clench with each spurt. Reed reached down and began to tickle Chance's balls, a sly, just-fucked smile spreading across his face. Chance used Reed's foreskin as a squeegee to coax out every last drop of cum, and licked his fingers clean again.
He fucked with as much stamina as remained in him, but the ball-play grew too much, and soon his face was drawn tight with the exquisite on-rush of imminent release. He pulled his long meaty shaft out and jacked with both hands as one load after another spurted then pooled on Reed's gorgeous abs. Chance took a quick mental picture of that beautiful body drenched and puddled in cum. Then both boys dug in, spreading and fingering up and feeding each other the thick, rich, robust essence of boyish pleasure, so deliciously creamy to the touch and taste
After their cum play, and a long, deep kiss, grinding their slick still-hard cocks together lusciously, Reed hopped off the bed and filled his pipe. They each did a few hits of pot, rubbing nipples and asses and abs and long hard cocks as they puffed and passed the pipe. After the first bowl, while Reed refilled his pipe, Chance opened a beer for them to split. He set the beer down, then just stared at Reed's naked beauty. Perfect, was all he could think. And so beautiful. Reed's butterscotch cock, sticking up like a jutting missle, was hard and jiggly as he lit the bowl, inhaled, and passed it to Chance.
One hand on the bowl, and one hand on Reed's irresistible cock, the younger stud drew a deep hit.
"Mmmm," Chance said, exhaling and passing the pipe. "Do you want to just keep fucking like crazy now, or pop in and see Kyle and Tommy. They invited us over, remember? Gonna be hot. Tag and David'll be there, too."
Reed smiled, buzzed enough already from the pot to be totally horned-up at the thought of a sex-party with hot young jocks. "Definitely let's go next door, dude. I am way up for more boys tonight. I feel sexy as shit."
"That's just the way you look, man," and Chance took Reed in his strong arms and kissed him with stoned, dreamy longing, grooving on the feel of that lithe, rippling body.
"Cool," said Chance, when they broke their embrace, "I'm glad you wanna hang out with those dudes. I'm still pretty fuckin' horny m' damn self," he added, as he tightened his leather cockring around the base of his long, floppy meat. Reed took another puff and moaned as he exhaled, having drunk in the erotic glory that was his lover's long, luscious prick with that hot leather band around the base, so beautifully set off, not only by his hard, flat musculature, but that sexy shadow of barely-there pubes.
"Fuck," he said, "maybe we SHOULD just stay here. Shit, I'll be lucky to interest any of those young studs with you parading that fine-ass cock around, all cinched up like that, rarin' to go."
Chance came over and stroked and nuzzled Reed, who was taking one last hit.
"Oh, I think you'll do all right fer yerself, dawg," Chance cooed. "I could see those sparks flyin' between you and David in the lobby earlier tonight."
"MMMMMmmmm," Reed said, exhaling another lungful, so jazzed to be having this evening of boy-play after such a long day working. "You got that right. Fuck, was he hot. My tongue is gonna be all over those nice lickable biceps."
"Who's 'nice lickable biceps'?" drawled a sexy-sounding voice. They both looked to the door as Tag and David sauntered in, naked and gorgeous. The four eyed each other up and down, delighting in the fact that all these good-looking boys loved being naked together. It was so cool to be able to show off your own well-worked body and ogle all the others
"Speak of the fucking devil," Reed grinned, walking up to David and running his hands over those luscious, curvy arms. "Good to see you again, dude. You guys ready for some fun?"
"Hey, glad you boys made it!" Chance called warmly, then exhaling a long, low "Mmmmmmmmm," as Tag, picking up where they'd left off earlier, embraced him from behind, nuzzling his hefty prick into the muscle-stud's hot ass while he jacked that huge luscious monster of a cock. "This leather thing looks so fucking hot," he whispered sexily in Chance's ear while his fingers traced lewd circles around the base of Chance's stiffening young cock.
David laughed. "Fuck, you guys. This is so unreal. About five hours ago I had the most ordinary college-boy life imaginable. Now I'm living a porn fantasy I never wanna wake up from. This is just too fucking incredible, you realize that, right?" He and Reed kissed passionately, their cocks now fuly erect and sproinging against each other.
"It's just red-blooded young dudes," Chance laughed, grinding his ass teasingly against Tag's erect 8 inches, as the swimteam-stud kissed and lapped at Chance's sexily buzzed head, "havin' a little innocent fun!" The feel of Tag's long thick wetness painting his ass-crack was wonderful. "Doin' what college jocks're s'posed to do. Spillin' seed and rackin' up memories! C'mon, let's head next door!" He grabbed Tag by his straight-up stiffness and led him, laughing, out the door. Reed ran his fingers seductively up and down David's crack as he escorted him out.
Chance pushed open the door, whooped hello, and introduced the guests he brought. Tommy was particularly interested to meet Reed, the boy who'd won Chance's heart. "You sure as fuck did awright fer yerself, Country," he murmered slyly to his roomie. Tommy and Kyle both recognized Tag immediately, not only from seeing him often on their floor, but from the front-page picture it turned out both had taken more than a little interest in. They all kissed and stroked hello, then sprawled out on Kyle's queen-sized bed. There were candles lit throughout the dorm, and Tommy had one of his rented porn DVD's playing, muted, on the TV screen. He massaged his lover as he gave out with some news.
"Porn Star," he said a little sheepishly at first, "I hate to leave you in the fucking lurch, but I'm moving out on ya. Kyle and I're gonna shack up together."
He kissed Kyle on the cheek, then slowly rubbed the soccer stud's hefty balsac as he went on, grinning excitedly. "We are so fucking in love. I never met anyone whose body and mind I dig so much. And the sex? Fuck, I never knew sex could be so fucking exciting, so damn intense and fulfilling. We are so fucking amped together, it's unreal!"
"Dman," Kyle added, massaging his hockey-stud's massive torso, "it's like we just wanna be together all the time."
Chance kissed both of them deeply. "That's so cool, you guys!"
"Really though, dude, I'm a little concerned about you. It's gonna leave you kinda lonely in that big double, won't it?"
Chance shot an excited, hopeful glance at Reed, like a child ready to plead for the most outrageous Christmas present possible.
"Reed, aw fuck, dude," he said nervously. "I know you got one of those rare singles, but shit, it'd be so cool to live together, too, doncha think? Aw fuck, would I ever love that. Wakin' up with you, doin' homework together, eatin' meals together, talkin' 'bout our day. And shit," he looked down, blushing a bit, his cock hardening to think of it, "not to mention sleepin' with you every fuckin' night. I know it's askin' a lot, but . . . ?"
"Well, if you wouldn't have asked me, Taylor, I'da kicked your sorry ass down two flights of stairs."
He melted into Chance's arms. "It's gonna be so fucking great living with you, Cowboy." He teared up; Chance, too. They kissed, hugged, and stroked each other's solid, sensual smoothness, never happier. This was a new, firmer level of commitment for them. They felt each other's hard, naked beauty now with renewed interest: they'd be feeling these bodies a whole lot more from now on.
"I mean, fuck, Reed," Chance said, trying to casually brush tears away, looking around at the other boys with a goofy grin of triumph on his face, "the casual sex alone you can have in this dorm will make it worth the move, I swear!"
By then, everyone was rubbing and stroking together. Every jock's young luscious cock was ripe and ready for the boy-fun to begin.
"There's wine open, you guys," Tommy called, "and beer in the fridge. What can I get y'all?" Reed ran next door and got his pot, filled a big bowl, and passed it around. Everyone wanted some.
As he brought the other boys drinks, Tommy proposed a toast to Reed. "It's you, dawg. You made this all happen. You showin' Chance the way kinda started it all. You're like," he thought for the right words, "like our godfather."
"Hey," Reed snapped, "is that a crack about my age?"
"No, dude," Chance cracked, "he means like our FAIRY godfather!"
Tag and David lay back, stroking each other's hard cocks lazily, and eyed their amazing new circle of friends. Tag especially was bubbling with barely-contained pleasure at this amazing reversal in his sexual fortunes. Sparta had been as revelatory an experience for Tag as it had been for Chance, and as powerful an aphrodisiac. He and David had danced and drank and kissed and fondled and ogled all night, gradually stripping off more and more clothes, till finally David was down to a pair of mesh briefs and Tag was in his jock. Watching David dance was maybe the hottest thing of all - those muscles so ripe and firm, and his movements so athletic and poised, charged with such sexual energy. It got Tag so hard watching him and knowing that his lust for this boy would be satisfied soon. They made out on the bus all the way back to campus, then immediately tore their clothes off in Tag's room and had the rawest, hungriest sex either boy had ever had. After a post-coital bowl of pot, they decided to head down the hall and see the incredible young stud who'd made it all possible.
On the bed with them there, drinking and chatting and stroking and purring, were four new friends whose beauty they had to dwell on for a bit. The young, sculpted perfection of these boys was made even more seductive in the soft glow of candlelight. David really went for Reed, with his rich light-mocha skin and a sexy blonde crew cut, who was lying back on the headboard, idly rolling his balls and stroking his thick, torpedo-shaped cock. Next to him on the bed, the lean, curly-haired Kyle was lying face-down atop that incredible blonde hunk, Tommy. The beautiful blonde was rubbing the lean boy's ass round and round. Tag drank in the sight of that hunk's hard, leaky cock jutting up from between his boyfriend's legs, the glorious, proud cock-head looked just like a Roman soldier's helmet. And Chance, he seemed all muscle and cock, his pure, smooth expanse of rock-hard flesh interrupted by that sexy little hint of pubes. Tag laughed in stupified sensuality - it was like he'd willed this life of his be'd been suddenly transported into.
As he and David sippped and stroked and watched, slowly making themselves a part of the group, Tag looked around at the dorm-room. It was a dude's room, all right: jockstraps hung from doorknobs and drawer-pulls, jeans were thrown over chair-backs, wife-beaters dangled from hooks, a stack of gay porn DVD's was piled high on the coffee table, naked cowboys fucked on the TV screen, and empty beer bottles and pizza boxes seemed to dot every avaible surface. Tag felt utterly at home.
God, he loved this. Being around boys proud of their bodies, comfortable with their nudity, their intimacy. Treating sex as a wonderful gift to be shared by good friends. All those times in senior year of high school and then first year college, in so many situations, it seemed to Tag there'd so often be a group of good-looking guys, most of them showing off their bodies somehow, making the play as physical as possible, flirting with each other, whether consciously or not. The sexual tension in those scenes was always overwhelmingly frustrating for Tag, waiting to see if anyone would make the first move, but no one ever did. Here, with Chance and his friends, it's the same scene, but all the sex is on the surface, acknowledged, indulged, celebrated, taken to the glorious limit so desired by all. He looked over at Chance, lying there chatting away, with his boyfriend's head on his chest, fingers idly stroking his long, jutting shaft of mouth-watering meat jutting from his crotch, made sexier by that tight leather band at the base, stroking his shaft the way you'd pet a tame anaconda, getting himself primed for the sex you could feel was just moments away.
It was such a wonderful rush for Tag to gaze on these hot-looking boys, being able to drink in their firm, young, sexily-carved musculature without any shame or furtiveness. And to let his gaze dwell on their dicks. Tag, for years, had been keyed up for any chance he had to see a guy's cock - so beautiful, so luscious he thought them, but such a social taboo that they always seemed hidden. Girls' breasts could be shown in their culture, but not guys' dicks. And now, with Chance and his friends, his prized objects of desire were so casually on display, either floppy and dangling or stiff and jutting, yours to gaze at or stroke, wonderfully available to be lavished with whatever desire you wanted.
It was almost like being around all the naked dudes in the swim-team locker room, except there his desire was reined in taut, made secret and shameful. Here was the locker room of his dreams: no need to worry about staring, no need to panic that you might suddenly get hard, no need to wonder if someone was making a subtle pass at you. There was all the desire, with none of the tension. He felt, in this dorm-room, like he was in some a gay sultan's harem, in amongst a stable of incredibly gorgeous young pleasure-boys. The room reeked so strongly of hard, young jock-lust, just inhaling was an aphrodisiac.
Chance's big, beautiful, bony foot slid sensuously up Tag's leg, coming to rest in the crotch area, where it went from massaging Tag's long stiffness to burrowing under his ripe balls, so the big toe could brazenly play with his tight, tingling pucker. It drove Tag wild. He kissed David excitedly, amped that this dizzying, wine-and-pot-laced boy-sex orgy was starting in such excruciatingly erotic slow-motion. Then he turned his attention to Chance.
He crawled over to him, long hard dick swaying as he moved, like a jungle cat, ready to pounce. At first, they kissed, with steamy, breathless passion. Tag loved the feel of a firm, stubbled jaw on his lips. Then, they let their mouths explore other parts of their bodies. As his hot, hungry mouth wandered over that incredible physique, Tag realized, for the first time in his life, what a sensual organ a boy's mouth was. To feel his tongue and lips play over that firm, ripe, smooth musculature had him on fire. He tongued and traced and sucked those nipples like he'd always wanted his own sucked. Then, he kissed and licked a lovely, loopy path all over the vast expanse of those cut, bulging abs. He dallied there for a moment, but he had to go lower. Fuck, was this ever sex - wandering over the most sensual phyiscal terrain imaginable, only to find an even more amazing prize at the end of the trail: a thick, firm, veiny cock, rising majestically from atop a big, smooth ballsac. Chance's dick awaited him; it stood proud, defiant, majestic, worthy of nothing but your total attention.
Tag began to worship it, still only partly believeing what was transpiring there in that room. But he focused on Chance's cock: so hard, hot, solid, luscious; to be able to minister to it, nurse on it, pleasure it, make it the object of all your pent up sexual passion. This wasn't a dream, he realized, as he sucked and slurped. He was waking from the dream. This, in front of him, was reality, in all its huge, hard, veiny wonder.
As the dope and wine and shameless flirting kicked in, and hard cocks sprouted and swayed in youthful glory, the others had gotten busy as well, the room suddenly full of wet, fevered lapping. Soon satellites of lust were breaking off: Reed and David couldn't keep their hands off each other and began sixty-nining while Reed fingered David's round, firm ass. Tommy snuck behind Reed and began to rim that carmel-colored bubble butt that was bobbing around as Reed sucked off David. Chance lovingly pulled Tag's head up to his, and they kissed deeply - Chance savoring the taste of his precum on Tag's tongue - and then he gently pushed Tag back on the bed. Kyle joined him, and they both went to work on Tag's amazingly long, ramrod-straight cock, one on each side, lapping along the shaft and taking turns devouring the head. Tag was in heaven.
Then Kyle turned to Chance's own massive member, deliciously tasty-looking, rising out of that shaved-smooth shadow of pubes. He chowed down hungrily, licking and lapping all over that steel-hard flesh, playing his tongue up and down the thick ropy veins that ran across the shaft, then tongue-flicking all over that big, cinched-tight ballsac. His eyes wandered down the smooth trail of Chance's crack, and he brought his hands up to thumb that tight pucker wantonly while he slowly sucked off his friend. "OH YES!" Chance cried, mouth half-full of cock, "finger my ass up, dude, so Tag can work this awesome horsecock up my chute!"
Kyle got an idea: he unsnapped Chance's cockring and brought it over to the dick Chance was working on, then pulled it taut around the base of Tag's balls. Tag moaned in delight - not just at the incredible new sensation, but at the thought of getting further into the wonders of gay sex.
Soon Tag was plunging his no-longer-virgin cock, harder and firmer than it had ever felt before, into that deliciously tight muscle-stud ass, relishing every inch as it oozed in and out, savoring the feel of his balls mashed exquisitely tight against that hard-muscled ass. He was crying out in a kind of sanctified delight, thanking every god he could, over and over and over. Chance squirmed and wriggled against that long, hot cock, the longest he'd had other than Wyatt's. Kyle drew close and slapped Chance's long, waggling stiffness against Tab's hard-cut abs each time the blonde swimmer plunged his cock in. Tag was grinning giddily at the incredible new world of sex he'd become privvy to.
"OOOOOOooohhh YEAH, Tag! Long-dick me, dude! Feed me every sweet fucking inch!"
Still playing with Chance's rod, Kyle brought his own cock in and played it teasingly across Chance's lips. Chance's tongue dueled playfully with it for a while. Each of these boys in this randy triad - all relatively new young gays - was delighting in the revelation of what a joyous, athletic romp boy-sex could be. Chance finally grabbed that tempting cock and sucked and licked it as Kyle settled into jacking his own straining hardness.
They lost track of how loud they got, moaning and crying in athletic abandon, so they were surprised when they heard a voice at the door.
"This a private party, dudes, or can anyone join in?"
They all looked over to see Jordy and Mick smiling in the dooorway, naked and beautiful, stroking hard, ready cocks.
"Damn, you studs are built!" Chance called, his voice all wet and slurpy. "Get yer asses over here and get to work!"
The pleasure grew by a factor of two. Soon, between the sucking and fucking and stroking and rimming, the cum started flying. Raucous, delirious boys began annointing each other with their hot young seed, smearing it sexily over abs and pecs, or using it to jack still-hard cocks, or feeding each other cum-glazed fingers. As each boy sensuously cleaned off another's fingers (then kissed them gratefully), or tongued off a load smeared onto another boy's ass or tits or back, or continued to burnish a long, thick, glisteningly moist cock with semen, they'd mouth a line or two about how fucking amazing this evening was.
The poist-coital mood grew hushed, holy; in the quiet candle-glow it seemed like they were attending some religious rite, like a communion, celebrating the deep, spiritual essence of masculinity. This lull was so sexy, so intimate, it couldn't help but get dicks hard again immediately, leading to another permutation of boy-lust.
There were micro-climates, local geographies of male pleasure, in a group scene like this - you'd be keyed into the taste of your lips and mouth gliding up and down on a moist, luscious hard cock; or the thwack of your ripe, heavy ballsac slapping against a smooth, hard ass as your cock pumped in and out; or the feel of a deliriously teasing tongue luxuriating in your crack, driving you crazy with its slurpy insistency. And then, your focus changed, and you became part of the whole macro-level gestalt - beautiful, hard-muscled boys, in the prime of peak physicality, relishing the joys those bodies could bring to themselves and each other, romping with abandon in a heady sea of boy-sex. So, you would pause for a moment, getting a breather, and look around at that crest of smooth, beautifully muscular boy-flesh you were floating on; everywhere you looked beautifully cut abs, well-worked biceps, and round, firm asses; it was as if you'd rubbed a lamp, asked the genie for the hottest sex imaginable, and then opened your eyes to find yourself in this paradise; thrilled to see all those hard, long, jutting moist-tipped cocks everywhere, plunging into asses or mouths, stroked and teased by fists or tongues, being wielded with youthful abandon and received with ravished delight.
Then to end the evening they never wanted to end, Chance claimed they had to initiate the newcomers into what he'd taken to calling 'the brotherhood.' They formed a row on the bed with military precision: Chance fucked David, Tommy did Tag, Kyle pumped Jordy's ass, and Reed fed Miklos his sleek Brazilian cock. They laughed and romped with joy, the fuck-ers lavishing kisses and nipple-play on whoever was next to them, the fuck-ees doing the same, sharing kisses and cock-stroking.
Afterwards, David and Tag and Miklos and Reed wanted to get off again (the brawnier jocks were pooped), so David suggested a train, which excited the others. First, lots of ass-munching, tongues wallowing in semen-filled holes; then, when they couldn't stand it any more, it was David into Tag into Reed into Kyle into Mick. As each boy pumped into the ass of the other, they clenched their glutes to push as far in as possible, which meant clenching back on a hard, fat, juicy cock, an incredible sensation. They took almost no time to coordinate a perfect lust-rhythm, and soon the bed was rocking with a raunchy wave of hard-bodied, jock-fucking boy-flesh. They preened and rippled their beautifully-muscled bodies as they fucked, knowing they were putting on a very hot show for the others. Indeed, Jordy, Chance, and Tommy lay back and drank it all in excitedly, whooping and hollering, each stroking the other off, making bets as to who'd cum first.
And that was it, they were all fucked out. But not too tired to kiss and stroke and pat asses and shoulders, all thrilled that a new chapter in dorm life was had begun so thrillingly. Promises were made for many many such scenes in the future - poker parties, Monday Night Football, beer blasts, all culminating in more of this deliciously raw intimacy. These were promises that were sure to be kept. The other boys departed to their rooms on a warm wave of bliss that seemed to throb in their groins as they cuddled their partners.
Right before they drifted off in each other's arms, pleasantly exhausted from their amazing evening together, Reed turned to Chance, "Oh hey, I almost forgot. I borrowed this guy's digital video camera on the set today. I was thinking I'd come back to wrestling practice again tomorrow, take some video that I could stream as part of my 'Alien Culture' thing for Baxter's class on Tuesday. I thought it'd be pretty hot, showing you guys flexin' and wrasslin' and all. Though, I guess I'll have to be careful not to get drool all over the lens."
Chance smiled to himself; he was tired, but not too tired to think to himself just before he nodded off: if Reed's gonna film practice tomorrow, I think we should give him a practice worth filming.
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