The Alien Culture Project, part 4
by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
Leaving the gym, ready to head back to his dorm to stretch a bit more and study (all he had today was a 3:30 review session for calculus), Chance felt satisfied, but a little saddened that his time with Brock was so short. Damn, I wish that stud coulda come back to my room for a little more action, sure would love to shoot a couple more loads with a guy that hot. Chance felt so damned good at getting regular sex, he could spit. But now that his motor had been turned on, he was revved up and rarin' to go.
As he headed out the doors, he saw the team's equipment manager, Cain Adler. Cain was very quiet but awfully nice, Chance thought. He always had a smile and a compliment for Chance, and gave him fresh towels all the time. He also brought medicine balls, water bottles, and the elbow slings Chance used to do his hanging leg raises from the pull-up bar whenever Chance asked. And so Chance was kind to him in return, always asking him how he was doing, returning the equipment he used (most guys just left it lying around), and complimenting him on the cool clothes he wore. He was a sort of a white hip hopper or whatever they called themselves, always wearing the most amazing baggy jeans and hooded sweatshirts. He was a little shorter than Chance, a lot thinner, but very good-looking. He wore his black hair buzzed very close (sexily close, Chance could honestly say now), and he had a pencil-thin black goatee that was so well-manicured it looked like it was drawn on with a marker. Plus, he was pierced, which Chance thought very hot. He had a little metal ball in the indentation halfway between lip and chin, as well as a little ball in his tongue, and two silver rings in each ear. As Chance walked up to Cain to shoot the shit, in the back of his horny mind he could just see his cock going in and out of that cute goateed mouth; what the fuck would a little silver ball feel like rubbing against his thick, veiny meat, Chance wondered? He'd like to hold his hands on that beautifully shaved head, pump that mouth, and find out. Damn, down boy, he laughed to himself. You're startin' to wanna fuck anything in pants.
"Hey, Chance s'up? Good practice today?"
"Yeah, very good, thanks. Surprisingly good, in fact. How you doin', man?"
"Not too shabby. Kinda low-key right now. You headin' back to the dorms? I'll walk with you."
"Cool."
As they started to walk together, Chance thought he'd make conversation.
"So, what's it like to be the wrestling team's equipment manager?"
"It's tight, man. A regular paycheck is nice, and the work's not too hard. Interestin'."
"You wrestle yourself?"
"Nah. I don't think I've got the build. At least, I sure don't have the build you guys have. 'Specially you, man. You are definitely buff, dude."
"Hey thanks, man. I work hard at it."
"I know, man. I watch you guys all the time, when you lift and shit, tryin' to figure out what I'd have to do to get a body even remotely as good looking. I feel I'd be a hella baller with the ladies if I could bulk up a little. But you guys are all doin' such different shit, it's hard to know what to do."
"Fuck, dude. Why'n't you ask me earlier? I can tell you exactly how to get started, the best exercises to build a base, how to develop a strong core, what to eat, everything."
"For real, man? You would do that for me? I can't pay you or anything, though."
"Shit, Cain. I don't want money. I'd be happy to help you out. Look, what're you doin' right now?"
"Now? Nothin'. I was just gonna grab some lunch."
"Well, before you eat, come on over. I got nothin' till 3:30. Let's head back to my place, and I'll set you up on an exercise program right today."
"Sweet! Chance, this is so cool!"
"Hey, no problem, man."
Cain was stoked! Could this be happening? One of the best-built guys on the squad is gonna help him get in shape? How cool is that? Cain felt a little bit guilty, tellin' Chance he wanted to buff up a little for the ladies. Well, of course, that would be fine. But honestly, it was more something else, something he wasn't sure Chance could understand: Cain had been anxious for a long time to bulk up cause of how embarrassed he was around the other skaters he hung with. Most always in any kind of decent weather his boys stripped off their shirts when they skated or just hung out. They were all so cool-lookin' with their lean muscled arms and chests and abs, and Cain wanted to look that hot, too. Their cool bodies, combined with their piercings and tats, was the look Cain wanted. Cain had no problem with the tats: he had got a very cool one on his back last year. And he was no slouch in the piercing department either. He had a tongue ball, his chin pierce, both ears, both nipples, and coolest of all, he felt, was his prince albert. He was the last of his crowd to get his, but when Jon and Kev and Teddy all kept saying how great sex was with it, and Cain saw hot fucking hot they looked with it, when they'd go skinny-dipping most afternoons last summer, he had to do it. And he's glad he did: it looks so awesome, and damn does it ever feel incredible: even though he's only screwed a girl once since getting it, it sure as hell feels good when he plays with it himself. Cain is totally amped to finish off his body re-modeling; he knows his piercings and the tat on his back are gonna look tight as hell after he gets some of that hard, lean definition the other guys have. Damn, they look so good. And now, maybe he won't be ashamed to hang shirtless, not if Chance can really help him out.
"Man!" he whooped, excitedly, thinkin' about being bare-chested with the other dudes, "Chance, if you can really get me lookin' hot, I will owe you big time!"
"Dude, it's practically done. When we get back to my dorm, I wanna see your body, see what you need to work on. Then I'll work up a routine for you and watch to see you're doin' it right. You need to go through your diet with me, too, cause that's important. Son, in two months you'll be fightin' off the chicks!"
"All right!" Cain said, thinkin' again of how hot he would look with the rest of his boys. Damn, that's gonna be cool, all us guys naked and hot-lookin' together. Well, not naked, he thought, embarrassed . . .
Chance stole a few glances as they walked to his dorm. Shit, Cain sure was cute. Very good lookin', now that he studied him slyly up close. Man, was that goatee sexy, and then that little silver ball under his lip. It was sort of a drag to hear Cain wanted to bulk up for the ladies, but Chance could dig that. You can't expect the whole male gender to turn gay just cause you do, right? And anyway, it would be kinda cool to flirt with Cain a little. Who knows? Look what happened last night when some hot dude flirted with him!
They got to Chance's room in high spirits. Tommy, his room mate was still gone. Then Chance remembered that Tommy would be gone for a couple days, since the hockey team had its first away game. Hey, maybe he should invite Reed back here tonight for some all-night, hard-core action? Chance, you're startin' to think like a horny devil, he laughed to himself, and I totally approve.
"OK, dude. Let's go into my room. Strip, so I can see just where we need to start. Then, I'll lend ya a jock or somethin' while I show you how to do the exercises that'll get you buff. I wanna see your body while you exercise, so I can make sure you're doin' stuff right. I'm gonna get undressed, too, cause I wantya ta see my muscles contract, study them, feel them, as I show you how to do the movements, so you know what's supposed to happen with every exercise. That cool with you?"
"Great!" chirped Cain, not a little excited to see Chance's muscles up close.
Chance wasted no time shucking his shirt and jeans. He loved being naked, looked for any excuse to luxuriate in just his own musculature. Cain was suddenly light-headed when he saw the wrestler stud totally nude. There was no fat at all on him, just hard, solid muscle. Like a statue come to life or something. He'd seen him in the gym, but here, up close, focused in, it was - JESUS Fuck! he gasped inside, as Chance turned around and his long thick dick swung into view. Cain couldn't take his eyes off it. He'd never seen a guy hung that good before. Fuck, man, it was so beautiful. He loved sneakin' peeks at his boys while they messed around in the creek in the summer, everyone's pierced cocks wagglin' around, but Chance's dick was like a real man's dick. Fuck, he'd love to hold it, see what it felt like.
"Jesus, dude," Cain said, in total awe. "You're incredible. You're the best-lookin' - I mean, best-built - dude I've ever seen."
"Well, thank you kindly," Chance laughed, doin' some exaggerated muscle poses for Cain, which Cain thought looked sexy as hell.
"And, dude, I gotta say, well it's sort of obvious, but you've got quite a fuckin' piece of meat between your legs."
Chance laughed again, and shamelessly stroked his cock sensuously. "It'll do, I guess."
"You must be like a babe magnet, Chance."
"Not as much as you'd think, Cain," Chance said, still stroking his dick, playing with the fleshy hood over his head kinda casually, cause he saw Cain's eyes riveted on it.
"Hey, come on, dude," Chance called, breaking the spell, "let's see what we gotta work on. Get nekked, boy!"
Cain grinned and took off his sweatshirt. As he peeled off his T, Chance (still idly stroking that thick piece of flesh, Cain couldn't help but notice) gave a low whistle.
"Holy shit, dude. Do you look hot. Turn around, I gotta see that!"
On his back, Cain had this incredible tattoo: it was dark black, like the boy's hair, and looked to Chance like the crossed blades of some exotic ceremonial swords from another planet spread out across the broad expanse of his delts, then lines swooped down the center of his back to some kind of jagged circle thing in the small of his back, about 2 inches above his ass-crack; then a thinner curved line spread out from either side of that, towards his hips. Chance found it alluring as hell: it drew your attention, then sent your eyes down his back to his lean waist, until your vision was stopped by that soft, smooth, luscious ass. Chance moved in to get a good look. Cain started flushing a lot as the naked hunk got close to him. A tingling thrill electrified his scalp and shot down his spine as Chance's big fingers played across his back, tracing the tat's outlines.
"Fuck, dude, this is hot as hell. Jesus, man, once we get your delts a little harder, this is gonna look even hotter. I like how it trails down your back . . ." and here Chance shamelessly traced his finger down Cain's spine, all the way to the top of his asscrack, ". . . and then kinda fans out towards your hips," and Chance's fingers traced the sweep while his thumb brushed that sweet ass. He had moved in even closer to Cain, too, so his cock casually but unmistakably pressed against Cain's hip. Cain was gettin' kinda woozy again. This was so damn cool, hangin with this a athlete who was diggin' his tat. Man, did that feel cool when he hit his asscrack. And Cain didn't wanna move, cause he didn't want to lose the feeling of that big piece of meat touching his hip. Man, jocks were so cool about bodies. Like, some people would think this was gay or something, but it was just dudes together, nothing more. Exactly what he wished he could do more of with his friends. Aw shit! Chance had traced up and down his tat again, hittin' his asscrack!
Chance let his fingers rest in Cain's asscrack as he said, "And no way! You pierced your tits! Turn around, dude, I gotta see this!" He spun the young skater dude around, keeping one hand there on the small of his back, and immediately started toying with the silver rings that pierced Cain's nipple. They had little balls on them. Chance was like a kid foolin' with them.
"Dude! This is such a hot look! Damn, man. I bet the girls love playin' with these!"
"Some chicks, yeah, really dig it. And man, I gotta tell ya, feels hot as hell when they do play with them, or when I just fool with them myself - it's like there's an electric wire runnin' right from my tits to my dick now, I swear."
Chance was still pullin' on them, like a kid with a new toy. He didn't even realize how his cock was pressed now right up against Cain's, but Cain did.
"It looks like your nipples are really big."
"Yeah," Cain said, overcome with the sensation of that long thick cock pressed against his own hardening tool, and this jock Adonis totally into his piercings, "I really think the piercing and all the titplay since then has gotten 'em juicier."
"Mmmmm, yeah, pretty damn juicy," Chance said, not wanting to let them go.
Finally, Chance drew back and said, "Sorry, dude, I got carried away. Damn, though, you do look hot as hell with the piercings and that tattoo. We're gonna get your chest built up a bit and then those rings and gonna be even hotter! OK, let's see your lower body!"
"Dude, lemme just say that messin' around with my tits got me a little hard, so don't mind my stiffy, OK?"
"No problem, man," and Chance started stroking his meat again, which was visibly harder and sticking away from his body. "And seein' a hot skaterboy like you is kinda gettin' me all hot and bothered."
Cain laughed at what he thought was Chance's teasing and kicked off his shoes, took off his socks, then pulled down his jeans.
Chance whistled, "Nice drawers!" Cain had on a pair of boxer briefs that were black cotton with a thick black waistband that had a cool pattern running across it, markings that kinda looked like the tattoo on his back. His semi-hard dick was easy to make out. About 6, maybe 7 inches, Chance thought, eying it eagerly.
"Hey thanks, man!" Cain was so digging this! Being manly with a cool athlete. Damn, he felt like a stud. Fuck, he really liked hangin' with Chance. Were they gonna do more of this kinda stuff as Chance helped him get muscular? This kinda guys-bein'-guys stuff? Fuck, that would be cool. He felt so at ease and comfortable around this great-looking guy. He turned his back to Chance as he stripped off his boxers, knowing that if Chance dug his nipple-piercing and tat, he would love his p.a. He threw the shorts aside and turned, "Well, whaddya think?"
"AW SHIT, DUDE! NO FUCKIN' WAY!" Chance was on it in a minute, feeling the cock tip so gently, almost reverently, letting his fingers trace over and over the ball-ornamented metal ring that stuck out from below his piss-slit. Dang, that's cool, Cain thought, he's not embarrassed to touch another guy's dick; it's just appreciatin' another guy's body with him, nothing more; how hip is that?
"Aw Cain, this is about the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life! How the hell did you dream up the idea to do this?"
Now Chance was holding the shaft up towards him with one hand, still tracing the cocktip and his jewelry with the other.
"I didn't dream it up, dude," Cain said happily, enjoying the attention from Chance, looking down and loving the sight of his own cock in this big stud's hand, and seeing Chance's own long dick start getting hard. Jocks must think nothin' about feelin' each other's cocks and shit. They're like way used to it. Damn, he thought to himself, this was the kind of attention he thought he'd get when he pierced it! Sure, who wouldn't want to check it out? This was way cool! "It's called a 'prince albert,' named after Queen Victoria's husband or something. He did it so it would feel better when he fucked her, I think. Lot's of guys have 'em. All my friends do."
"Oh fuck, Cain, it's about the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Chance said quietly, still messing with it. "Damn, imagine getting fucked with this thing on the end of your dick. Fuck, man. I would love to feel that." And now Chance was seriously playing with the tip of Cain's dick, and not just holding his shaft, but stroking it slowly up and down, and reaching further down to cup his balls every now and then, too. Damn, it's almost like he's jerkin' me off or something, thought Cain, who was instantly rock hard and teetering further into the woozy zone than he'd been all this time with Chance.
"You should get one, dude," he said shakily, "and then you . . . could feel what it's like . . . to fuck a chick with . . . one of these." Cain couldn't stop sliding into the zone; he loved getting jacked off by this incredibly built muscle-hunk.
"No, dude. I mean, I would love to feel what it's like to have this thing at the end of a cock up my ass," and Chance now had one hand grabbing Cain's balls and turning them round and round in his hand, then moving his fingers up into Cain's asscrack every once in a while. With his other hand he was stroking Cain's rock-hard 7 inches with one thought on his mind.
Cain tried to keep himself from teetering into the brink of sheer ecstasy until he could get things sorted out.
"Your ass? Dude, are you shitting me? You're gay?"
"Damn straight, Cain, and there is nothing I want more right now than to have this incredible cock reaming my ass. Oh please, dude, you have to fuck me."
Chance was down on his knees in a minute, guiding this lovely new toy into his mouth.
"OH JESUS FUCK, CHANCE!! THIS IS TOO FUCKING MUCH!!" Cain cried in utter bliss.
"Mmmmmm," Chance said as he made incredible love to the pierced tool he just had to feel in his ass. His tongue played around over and over with the little metal ornament. He grasped Cain's dick by the base, firmly squeezing his balls in his big hand, as his tongue dug deep into the pierced piss-slit. He remembered what Cain said about the hotwire from his nips to his cock, so with his other hand he reached up to play with the boy's pierced tits.
"AW SHIT, Chance! I never been with a dude like this before! Aw but man, I'm gonna bust a nut in a second! OH GOD, this is so fucking hot, man! Fuck, dude, you are so fucking gorgeous. I fucking love being naked with you, dude. And your cock is so fucking beautiful. God, man, I just wanna hold it and kiss it and suck it."
Chance got up and kissed Cain deeply. "Dude, you are such a hot guy. So fucking good-looking. Man, I'm glad we hooked up. Come on, lie down!"
Cain felt like he floated through the air on to Chance's bed. He watched as through a veil as that hard, ripped body snuggled back down to work on his dick again. Chance positioned himself so that his own hard, thick meat was right in Cain's face. The boy wasted no time. He grabbed another guy's dick for the first time in his life, with a hot burning passion mixed with a kind of cool awe. He just held it and looked at it for a while. Chance, he realized, was uncut, and so he played around with the head of Chance's dick, figuring out how to pull the foreskin back to expose the head.
"Aw shit, man, it's like I can feel a total buzz just from touchin' this thing. God, what a gorgeous hunk of beef. I am just lovin' this, man!"
"Take a taste, dude!" Chance slurped, his own mouth wet and slobbery from sucking and licking Cain.
No need to ask Cain twice. The boy took that sweet moist cock head into his mouth with relish. After licking and sucking for a while, he pulled his head off and turned to Chance.
"Oh dude, this is so fucking cool. Fuck, I never knew sex with guys was so fucking hot!"
"AW FUCK!" Chance cried loudly, "that metal on your tongue feels so fucking good when you go up and down on my cock!"
Cain was delighted he could give this cool stud pleasure, so he got back to work immediately, loving every mouthful. It was so wonderful to have a cock in his mouth at long last. Fuck yes he'd daydreamed about this, watching Kev and Teddy and Jon. But he'd never dreamed . . . And now, the best fucking cock in the world is in his mouth, loving being there. Cain started getting fancy, sticking his tongue out and just letting his silver ball ride hard up and down Chance's thick shaft.
"AW YEAH!" came a slobbery moan from Chance.
Then Cain would just play his tongue-stud all over the tip, round and round. Chance was purring in pleasure as he continued to tongue and suck and lick Cain's own hard dick.
"Here, try this," said Chance as he scooped a wet slimy fingerful of precum from around Cain's piss-slit. He brought the finger to Cain's lips, and the skater sucked it off greedily, as if it were some life-saving serum. Smacking his lips, he smiled at Chance, "Damn, I always wondered what that tasted like. Too cool! Kinda salty and tart, so scrumptious."
Chance moved in to kiss this sweet, lovely boy deep and slow, a kiss Cain was totally into, as each boy's tongue seemed almost to caress the other. The feeling of the tongue stud was electric to Chance. Chance had a hand deep in the groove of Cain's ass, and the boy was wriggling hard and eager against it. What a great fucking afternoon this turned out to be, Chance thought.
They broke from their kiss, and Chance looked at this sweet boy, stroking his hard, stubbly head, playing with his tits some more. "Aw Cain, this is so fuckin' cool. It's gonna be so great to hang with you, watch you get hard and cut, and then fool around with you like this. I'm so glad you're into it, dude!" He kissed Cain again.
"Chance, oh man, this is like wonderful. I guess I always knew I was kinda into dudes in a big way, but I always thought . . . Aw man, this is so fucking sweet."
"Lay back," Chance smiled.
Cain did, expectantly, and Chance straddled his own hard body over Cain's. Cain was in a glow as he watched that massive, cut thigh hike up, and then that long hard cock jiggle with Chance's movements. Once his thighs were on either side, he scooted up the skaterboy's torso till his cock was right at Cain's lips.
"Mmmmm," said Cain as he eagerly guided that thick hard hunk of flesh back into his warm, waiting mouth. He brought his hands up so he could play with Chance's big hanging ballsac while he slurped up as much of that gorgeous cock as he could. Chance sat in dreamy pleasure as he watched his thick, hard cock go in and out of that cute goateed mouth. After a bit, he rose up on his knees, reached behind him, and grabbed Cain's cock, still hard as steel. He guided the tip to his hole and started working the wet head around his hole, using his fingers, also, to get himself ready for Cain.
"I'm gonna get my hole open a little so I can take this incredibly hot cock up my ass, OK?"
All Cain could do was shoot Chance a look of pure pleasure, pure happiness. Oh man, the feeling of this wonderful cock in his mouth and his dick being used to play around with a hot muscle-stud's ass, meanwhile being able to gaze on that muscle-stud's gorgeous torso - Cain had no idea sex could be so mind-blowingly erotic.
As Chance worked that pierced tip around his hole, stretching, too, with his fingers, getting it more and more open, he moaned, "Damn, my ass is just burnin' to feel what that pierced tip is gonna feel like. Shit, Cain, you gotta throw me the best fuck you got in ya. I want to feel that sweet piece of metal riding up and down my chute."
Chance felt he was ready. He pulled his dick out of Cain's suddenly sad, empty-feeling mouth. But Cain wasn't sad too long, cause now all his sensation was focused on his cock, as Chance used his massive quads and hard glutes to work the boy's cock up his ass. Watching this muscle-dream wriggle and strain on top of him was such a fucking turn-on for Cain. Then, suddenly, he was about an inch in. Chance expertly guided the shaft further in, wriggling his ass down on it.
"OH YEAH that pierced dick feels good in my hole!" Chance whooped.
Cain was overcome. "Ooooouuuh," he grunted, low and wordless, like an animal, "I have never fucked anything this tight in my life! Aw shit, does this feel good!"
Cain started pumping a little, but it was Chance who was controlling the fuck.
"OH YEAH, ream my ass with that sweet pierced cock. OOOOOOHHHHHH MAN, does that feel good scrapin my hole! So fucking sweet!"
Cain was in an erotic space he had never been before. Chance had even started pulling and twisting on his tit-rings again, sending him further over the edge. Cain realized now why he had gotten pierced. He'd had maybe the slightest wisp of the reason when he'd actually done it, but it was totally clear now: it was precisely for this kind of hot dick action with guys. Fuck, he thought about fucking Kev or Teddy, with their hot lean bodies, or just all of them playing with each other's p. a.'s. He started pumping back, wanting to throw Chance a great fuck, wanting to celebrate this wonderful feeling in his loins.
"OH YEAH, dude! Fuck me, man! Let me feel how much that sweet jeweled cock likes bein' up in my hot jock ass."
"Aw shit, bro, you know it loves bein' up in that hot jock ass! Fuck, Chance, this is the best fuck I ever had. Thanks, man. You are so fucking hot!"
Chance used his muscles to set up the perfect rhythm to match Cain's thrusts. He rode Cain in ecstasy, so happy to be able to introduce this cute, hot stud to the joys of love-makin' between two hot boys. He wriggled down hard, squirming on Cain's pierced cock, twisting around to let that ring hit all over. He kept up the rough tit-play and brought his other hand around to feverishly play with Cain's balls. He wanted Cain to drain the biggest load ever into his eager ass, he wanted him to be so blissed out by gay sex that they'd re-play scenes similar to this again and again in their dorm rooms, their new close friendship erupting wonderfully into the hot joys of regular boy-on-boy sex.
Cain was panting, gasping, hard. "Oh Chance, what a fucking stud! What a fuck, man! I'm gonna cum, dude!" And Chance slammed down on Cain at the same time the boy jerked his hips up, sending thick hot cream squirting all up in Chance's ass. When Cain finally stopped pumping and crying, Chance bent down and kissed the boy's ecstatic tears away.
"That was so hot, dude. We gotta do this all the time!"
He kept kissing his new fuck buddy, giddy as hell. Then he rose up and began to jack himself over Cain's torso. Cain just lay there, trying to swim up from the depths of ecstasy, trying to get his heart to beat normally, trying to control his breath so he could speak. The sight of this muscle god jerking himself off as he held that lean, ripped body over his own was incredible. Cain watched as the jock expertly worked his long, uncut cock. Hard and fast he stroked, anxious to shoot, then he winced, and soon load after beautiful load of thick white cream came shooting out of that long, hard cock. Some hit Cain in the face and on the lips, some on the chest, some in his hair. He licked the stuff on his lips, couldn't believe the smooth, creamy taste, and scooped up the rest, licking fingers slowly, mechanically, in his after-lust..
"Chance, oh you cool fucking stud," he panted groggily as he regained the ability to speak. "This is like some incredible dream. Oh yeah, for sure, man, all the time I wanna get with you like this! Oh dude, I have like never had real sex before, I guess."
Chance got off Cain, scooped some of Cain's cum out of his ass, and smiled playfully as his long tongue snaked every bit off his fingers.
"I love love-makin', dude. And this was damn nice love-makin'."
He hopped off Cain and said, "Come on, let's clean off. I gotta show you how to exercise! We are gonna get you even sexier than your already-sexy damn self!"
After Cain left, Chance showered, enjoying the stares on his way to and from the shower, as he walked in naked perfection down the hall of his dorm, towel in his hand rather than draped around his middle. He turned on his hotpot, brewed a cup of tea, and sat in his jock, thinking. Fuck, was he happy, he grinned. Suddenly, his life was exactly what he wanted: an endless vista of hard, satisfying sex. He thought of the wrestling team, of himself, of the fit guys whose bodies had obsessed him for so long, of his regular hook-ups with Cain. Everything was bathed in a sharper, clearer light: it's like there's two kinds of fit body-conscious guy, he realized, those who are wholly in tune with their gym-honed bodies and the pleasure they can truly give, with sex as the logical, most immersive extension of the sheer joy of physical exercise. And those guys know that the most intense form of that pleasure comes with another like-minded, like-bodied dude. The other kind of guy, for whatever conviction or inhibition, denies himself that ultimate extension of their bodies into pure sexual intimacy with another guy. Chance felt so alive; like his game piece had been activated, and he was ready now for all the action possible in the game. Before, he realized now, all his conversations with good-lookin' guys were charged with a tension. That was the energetic buzz he'd felt at being close to the guys on his high school teams or the other good-lookin' guys in his school, or even the handsome older guys in town he'd admired over the years, those whose bodies, hardened into beauty by years of hard work. But that tension, that buzz, had never gone anywhere before; the release, the pleasure, was infinitely deferred. Now, he could enjoy the tension, ride it, and help it blossom into its wonderful full phase. He was into sowin' those wild oats, pent up for so long, that his folks used to talk about. He put on his dungarees, another too-small T, admired the effect of this, his new look, grabbed his jacket, and raced out to make his review session on time.
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