The Alien Culture Project, part 7
by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: This story contains depictions of gay sex.
They slept late, a little past 9. Reed woke first, a bit disoriented for a second, the way one can be immediately upon waking up in strange surroundings. But the big, solid upper arm across his chest and the hard dick he felt mashed against his thigh reminded him quickly, excitedly of where he was. He couldn't help rubbing that arm, kissing it, lifting it, slathering Chance's sexy armpit, rubbing his head, pulling away to rub his ass, pressing his thigh hard into that dick, just worshiping his lover's bodily perfection, kissing it indiscriminately until Chance started to groggily emerge into the wonderful reality of waking next to Reed. He returned Reed's kisses and sensual strokes at once, and mashed his dick back hard against Reed's body.
They embraced in utter joy, and as they played dreamily with each other's asses, they pressed their hard, muscular bodies together. Focusing on their kisses, Reed loved the deliciously soft and tender feel of Chance's full, pouty lip against his own. He shifted his body so that both their morning hard-ons were pressed up tight against each other. As Reed continued to enjoy the sensation of tender kisses on Chance's soft lips, he ground his hips sexily in order to rub their smooth, hefty ballsacs together, luxuriating in sheer silken sensuality as their nuts jostled together, stirring up the first load of the day. Morning had arrived with the exuberance of ripe young passion.
"Man, I'll take this every day," Chance said blissfully.
"Mmmmmm, count me in," Reed muttered between kisses. He reached down to stroke Chance's thick hardness. "You want to fuck first or take a shower?"
It was a kind of rapture for Chance - who'd never woken up with anyone before, let alone someone he was so crazy about - to hear Reed address so matter-of-factly their sexual needs as boys. Sex could be glorious, transcendent, sublime, sure, at some level - but also, at a very basic level, it was just a basic physical requirement, like eating. He was thrilled to have someone in his life who cared about him this way, who was so tuned to his needs and desires. He cupped Reed's gorgeous face in his hands and kissed him warmly, tongues sliding in to caress each other in the quiet stillness of a lazy weekend morning. His cock, continuing to press against Reed's with robust, boyish enthusiasm, gave Reed's all the answer his question needed.
But with a shy smile, Chance put into words what his dick was saying: "Tell you the truth, my darling, I'd love to feel that wonderful cock of yours up my ass. I just can't get enough of that. How about a nice slow fuck while you jack me off?"
Reed screwed his face and looked up, as if he were seriously weighing the question. "Hmmmmm. Well, I guess I can manage that."
He slowly slid his hard body down the length of Chance's bulk, kissing and licking lightly all the way. Chance was all a-tingle, like an excited child. Reed got down to his crotch, where he spent a couple minutes sucking, kissing, and licking that irresistible hunk of meat. He tongue-washed Chance's big floppy ballsac, tasting trace's of last-night's pleasures, and then he let the tip of his tongue trail down to his goal. He rimmed and sucked and kissed Chance's asshole while the boy squirmed in pleasure. Here, too, was the taste of their first night together. As Reed lapped at his hole, Chance pressed his muscular thighs tightly against Reed's head, a kind of loving embrace, to show him how much he loved the feeling.
Reed pulled apart Chance's ass-cheeks and tongued and fingered until his lover was loose enough to enter, watching that hard, tight ass melt open into a kind of hungry mouth for his dick. He lubed both Chance's ass and his own throbbing cock, achingly hard now with longing. He was addicted to Chance's ass; the pleasure in fucking his lover's tight hole, while watching the athletic perfection of his obscenely developed body, was the headiest he'd ever known in over five years of fairly regular sex. As he positioned himself for this ultimate pleasure, he grabbed Chance's massive calves and lifted them onto his shoulders. Chance grinned at the thought of the glorious sensations ahead. Reed slid into him as Chance groaned in deep satisfaction, reaching up to stroke his lover's face gratefully. Almost at once Chance was working his ass lazily in perfect counter to Reed's slow, Saturday morning fuck-rhythm.
"Damn, this is so fucking nice," Chance sighed as he traced his lover's lips, putting his fingers into Reed's mouth where they were sucked slow and sexily. "I do think we make about the best fuck-team in the world. If 4-H had a ribbon for this . . . "
Reed smiled, enjoying a slow, sensuous fuck with the best-built guy on campus. Chance's firm, deeply etched abs rippled slowly, erotic as hell. Chance brought his arms back, crossing them behind his head, so he could lie back and enjoy the ride, and his armpits, framed by those big guns and gorgeous pecs, were so hot-looking to Reed, making him feel even harder. The two boys got a great, steady rhythm going, nice and easy. Chance's calves rested firmly on Reed's shoulders, so Reed could let go of his lover's hips. He had to: that long, thick, veiny cock was like a siren-call. He took it lovingly in both hands. There was a little precum leaking out the tip, so Reed spit on his hands in order to make Chance's dick a little slicker. The precum and spit made it nice to glide up and down on that huge, perfect pole, and the pleasure to his dick caused Chance to moan deliciously. Reed did the most sensuous cock-stroking he could with one hand and used the other to slowly knead those big, loose balls. He still couldn't believe this walking wet-dream was his lover.
"God, you are gorgeous. I wish you could see yourself as I do, how fucking beautiful you are."
Chance was overcome with ecstasy. The nice, slow long-dicking by Reed's hard, firm cock; a lover who got such pleasure from his body, a lover who was so damn beautiful himself, and such a skilled, sensitive lover at that - it was everything he could ever hope to get out of sex.
"Oh Reed," he cried, in a guttural gurgle of delight, "this is unbelievable. I worship you, man! I worship your cock! I'm a slave to your love-makin', man! Oh fuck, promise me you'll like never stop fucking me!"
He was starting to fuck Reed's hand with his dick, while he ass was writhing in delight at that huge hard cock in it, being expertly worked by Reed.
"I'm in fucking paradise, dude! Oh shit, shit, shit! This is just the fucking best, man!"
He reached up and squeezed Reed's pec's, playing hard with his tits. Reed, too, was grooving on one of the best fucks of his life. He felt like a great musician finally given a good instrument. Or a great dancer who at last had a partner worthy of his skill. Fuck, he thought, I feel like the greatest lover in the world with Chance. The possibilities are limitless. Our bodies work so damn well together.
He kept up the hand-job, playing with the foreskin each time he stroked up, and tickling Chance's balls. His eyes were riveted on the bliss playing across Chance's face. As he brushed the balls, he could feel his dick slide in and out of his gorgeous stud's ass. Suddenly he felt Chance's big balls contract a little, his lover was ready. How fucking sweet, to make this fine-ass stud cum!
"Mmmmm, it's breakfast time, I see. That's good, cause I'm hungry as hell for what's comin'." He kept up the stroking, the ball-play, amped for that thick, fresh boy-cream. He coaxed it out with his love-talk and his dancing fingers. "Damn, your load is gonna taste fine right now. It's gonna look so fuckin' beautiful, those thick white ropes of cum shooting out of this hard, thick, veiny, gorgeous piece of meat. God, I hope you cum and cum and cum and - "
Chance's face screwed into a mask of pain/pleasure, and an enormous load began to pump out of his thick young cock. Reed caught it all. He smiled down on Chance, still thrusting into him, as he sensuously tongued off every drop.
"Pull out when it's your turn, dude, shoot into my mouth. I gotta have my breakfast, man!"
Reed smiled. He was close, too. He started to do a few quick hard thrusts now and Chance reached around to finger his ass as Reed kept pumping: Chance was that greedy for Reed's load. Soon Reed pushed Chance's legs down, pulled his dick out, scooted his ass up quickly over Chance's torso, and brought the tip of his dick up to Chance's waiting mouth. Chance clamped his hungry lips down, sucked hard, and moaned as the thick hot cum came shooting out. When Chance was done, they kissed in gratitude, lips sliding moistly over each other, savoring the lingering traces of cream.
"Let's shower, huh?" Chance asked, still marveling that his sexual needs were now being so wonderfully satisfied. He gave Reed's beautiful face another loving stroke, saying, " I sure as hell am gettin' used to a havin' a steady fella."
Reed felt ridiculously gooey inside, like a co-ed in some cornball 50's college movie, getting goose bumps up her spine because the young Robert Mitchum just told her how much he loved her, but corny or not, he loved every minute of it.
"Hey, man, before we shower, let me show you somethin'." He had jumped out of bed and was going through the bag he'd brought.
"Damn!" Chance cracked up. "Really, dude, how much shit IS in that bag?"
"Quiet, low-brow. I brought over a bunch of clothes to try on, to plan what we should wear tonight. I don't know if you gave it any thought, but I brought some stuff that might fit you that you might want to wear." He brought his bag to the bed and started pulling stuff out. "I got a couple pairs of low-rider jeans you might like, one Ruffskin, one Diesel; this Dolce & Gabbana warm-up jacket would look great on you; or this cool, I don't know what you'd all it, 'neo-formal-wear shirt,' I guess, kinda gauzy, hot; an Italian soccer jersey; here's a leather jock I think is hot as hell, buckles in back, but I'm not sure it'll fit you; and - "
"Whoa, wait a sec! I gotta dress for this? I thought it was just a bar with a dance floor. I usually wear to a bar what I always wear, jeans and a T-shirt."
Reed tried to patiently explain to his gay lover the fashion politics of the club scene. "Chance, trust me on this one. Sparta is more than a bar and a dance floor; it's a scene, one of the hottest gay scenes in town. As sexy as you look in jeans and a T - and that is DAMN sexy, believe me; sexy enough it helped me fall for you - you would just feel out of place there in everyday clothes, believe me."
"But I'm comfortable in 'everyday clothes'! Dang it, I've worked on my body for a long time. My old man told me somethin' once in high school that really stuck with me. It was one day in sophomore year, when I was real sad I couldn't get this hooded sweatshirt. You shoulda seen it man. It was in the window of Hellman's, the clothing store on Main Street back home. All the guys had hoodies, but this was the best --- navy blue, thick, soft as anything, and damn did it look good on me. I used to stop in and try it on everyday for about a week and a half. But it was a hundred and twenty bucks and no way my family could afford it. Damn was I sad. My dad finally told me, 'Chance, clothes don't matter, son, believe me. You're a handsome kid, you gotta good physique. That's the goal, son, you wanna be nice lookin' enough so that you'd look great in just jeans and a T-shirt.' And he's right, damn it! That's been my goal ever since, to be able to look great in just jeans and a T-shirt!"
"And you do, man, very great, but you can't wear jeans and a T EVERYWHERE! Damn it, Chance, you sound like a little kid who doesn't want to get dressed up to visit his relatives."
He started re-packing all his clothes, a little pissed. "Look, do what you want, man. But I'm dressing up. Fuck, man, this is still 'alien culture,' right? You've got a cultural insider here telling you this is why us guys BUY a lot of our cool clothes, to be seen in at the clubs. But you wear what you want, you big goof."
And here he laughed, any anger he felt utterly evaporating - for how could you be mad at such a sweet, simple, wonderful angel like Chance? "I tell you what, though, Brando, let's make a bet. I will bet you any number of drinks you want that you will feel very awkward, very under-dressed, if all you wear is just jeans and a T-shirt to Sparta tonight."
"Just jeans and a T?"
"Oh, wear a jock and your boots and socks, too. But basically jeans and a T."
"OK, I'll take that bet."
Chance grabbed a shirt on the bed from pile. It was a simple T with the word "COLT" on it.
"What's this? I like this. Can I wear this, if this fits me."
Reed stared at it, not sure where he had gotten it or how it had got in the bag. "I don't even know what the hell that - oh yeah, I remember, the guy at the bookstore yesterday asked me if I wanted a free T. It must be some promo T from Colt studios."
Chance gave a questioning look.
"It's a video studio. They specialize in gay porn where every actor in the movie looks exactly like you: big, bulky, gorgeous, hard, muscles to die for, real he-man stuff. You want that? Hell, man, take it, it's yours."
And now Reed started laughing, "In fact, Chance, why'nt you wear THAT tonight, with some jeans. I'll add to the bet: I'll strip off all my clothes and give you a blow job, any time, any place, if you don't feel like a total dick for wearing that particular T and some jeans tonight."
Reed felt bad. he knew he would win. The thought of some hick newbie like Chance, despite how great his body looked, wearing his farm dungarees and a cornball gay porn T-shirt to Sparta, the most hard-core drop-dead dance club in town, was enough to make him cringe.
"Wait, I call off the bet. I can't do it to you."
Chance laughed, "Oh no, Mr. McWelcherson. A bet's a bet. I'll take it. I feel like a dork tonight, and you get however many drinks your drunk ass can hold as well as me naked, on demand, to suck on that gorgeous dick of yours. 'Cept if ya don't mind, I think you better bring a walletful o' dough, cause I feel like drinkin' tonight. Plus, don't wear too much clothin' cause I'm apt to want to ask ya to strip and suck me off after a couple drinks."
"Dream on, dude. Bring your credit card tonight. And lucky it's only jeans and a T cause they're comin' off right on the dance floor. How hot, to have a gorgeous stud like you blowin' me on the Sparta dance-floor! Fuck, I can't wait. Now, how about that shower?"
They left Chance's room for the shower down the hall, just clutching towels in their hands, not bothering to wrap them around their waists. They walked down the hall in the heady young exuberance of a very physical love: arms around each other's waists, laughing loudly in sexy playfulness, their long, full dicks dangling and bobbing to the rhythm of their roguish stroll. They were still teasing each other about the bet, laughing their asses off, each confident of how the night ahead would play out. A couple guys who live on his floor nodded at Chance and drank in his commanding body as they passed, as well as Reed's leaner beauty. Chance has the kind of body that, whether gay or straight, you don't even try to hide that you're staring at him; if he flashes any flesh, you take it in as much as you can, awe-struck and grateful, savoring every drop. So the other boys out in the hall on his floor this morning wasted not a moment of the sudden opportunity presented to check out the young Adonis in his full naked glory.
Chance was turned on by the attention. He even stopped to stretch sexily at one point, and hung back to shoot the shit with Danny down the hall, arm around Reed's shoulder, other hand casually rubbing his abs and balls. Chance realized they undoubtedly put two and two together - a hot, naked guy they haven't seen before in the dorm, walking intimately with Chance for a morning shower, these two dudes musta spent the night together last night. But Chance was totally cool with it, excited at being able to parade his desire. What he has, he knows, is enviable. And he's right. There's not one young straight college boy who passes them who doesn't wish he could have that level of nude intimacy with a friend - whether sexual or not; for just the ability to be so bodily close and open was a turn-on for every boy who looked longingly on those two beautiful, care-free lovers that morning, so vibrantly centered in their physical perfection.
In the bathroom, all the shower stalls were unused. Their sleepy-headed, mid-morning sex and wardrobe planning meant they missed the morning rush in the shower. They turned a faucet on to get the water hot. As it worked up steam, they kissed dreamily, stroking each other's nude perfection, Chance behind Reed, both of them watching themselves in one of the mirrors over the row of sinks. Kyle, a soccer player who lived in the single next door to Chance, walked in, towel around his waist. He was totally amped to see Chance nude; his neighbor's body has been obsessing him since the first day of classes. He whipped off his towel immediately, hanging it on a hook, so he could join the scene properly. Chance smiled back, still stroking Reed. Kyle loved the frank appreciation he saw both boys immediately give his sleek, nicely defined body. Cute, kinda skinny, Chance thought to himself, but nice dick and sweet ass, real round and pert, and that beaded necklace he wore gave him a kind of surfer look. Reed, too, thought Kyle was very cute, with his curly, longish brown hair - that and his lanky body made Reed think of the young guys in the Bel Ami videos, those young, sweet, innocent-looking boys, with real man-sized dicks dangling down between their legs.
"Hey," Kyle nodded, "how's it goin'?"
Then he smiled kinda slyly: "I see you two dudes are still goin' at it. Fuck, Chance, you guys were loud as hell last night. Chick I was with was like totally disgusted to think of two dudes getting it on next door." Kyle laughed as Chance grew red. "I tried to convince her it was a chick you were bangin' in there, but all that 'you're hard as steel, dude, put that fucking dick in me,' shit kinda blew that."
Kyle and Reed laughed. Reed high-fived Kyle. "Totally put her off fucking, and she finally left," Kyle added, winking at Reed.
"Oh shit," Chance said, at once apologetic but glad to be out so casually to another boy on his floor. "I'm so fucking sorry, man. Guess we got carried away. By the way, Kyle, my boyfriend Reed. Reed, Kyle."
"Nice to meet you, man. And hey, don't worry about it, Chance. I just met her that night. I mostly took her back to my room out of boredom." And here Kyle lowered his voice and turned his head away shyly, "Tell you guys the truth, I thought it sounded hot as hell in there. After she left, listenin' to you dudes go at it all night got me hard as hell."
"Damn, man," Reed smiled, reaching down to give Kyle's now semi-hard cock a frank, sexy stroking, "you should have come over. You know what they say, a hard man is good to find."
Kyle was instantly excited. He'd been gay-curious for years. "You shittin' me, man? For real? You wouldn'ta minded if I knocked on your door? Cause I gotta tell you, I thought about it enough. It sounded hot as fuck in there. Fuck, man, I never been with a guy before, but I sure have fantasized about it for a long time. Like most guys, I guess. Damn, guys, that woulda been fucking awesome."
"Damn, Reed," Kyle added, in a shaky voice gurgling with young lust, "that sure feels nice."
All 3 boys were glued to Kyle's dick, now sporting serious wood under Reed's soft, playful stroking. It was a nice cock, sleek, cut, and curving upward in a very sexy arc. Chance spoke first.
"How about now? You doin' anything, Kyle?"
Kyle's cock was bobbing and twitching in anticipation. "Fuck, no, man! For real?? You mean it??"
"Shit yeah. Come on in the shower with us, man. Get a little taste of what you missed last night."
"AW SHIT YES!" Kyle said, he head spinning.
The three nude youths got under the water, with Kyle between them, and immediately started exploring bodies. As three lips and tongues met, Reed worked on Kyle's dick more while Chance stroked his thick length up and down his ass, grinding his balls against Kyle's cute little ass on the up-stroke; he wanted his nuts to start churning up another load. Kyle was overcome. The feel of hard wet muscles rubbing against his own leaner body, and hard wet cocks pressed up against his ass and stomach, was a sensation he'd day-dreamed about way too long.
"Oh fuck!" he moaned deeply, practically breathless, as the water rushed around them. His felt a new level of hardness in his dick, as well as a new level of eroticism in his mind; he was in a space of delirious pleasure heretofore unknown, even in his day-dreams.
"This is fucking incredible!" he panted. "God I've fantasized so fucking much about bein' with another guy, I can't tell ya. Shit, what a fucking turn-on!"
His own hands were wandering in heady disbelief over Reed's gorgeous upper body. Then he brought one hand down to play with Reed's dick and reached behind with the other to feel Chance's. He grabbed it boldly and used the tip of Chance's cock to tickle his asshole, inviting it in as far as it wanted.
He thought he might faint, the sensations were so sudden, so spectacular. Not only was it an unbelievable thrill to be fondling another guy's dick, but Reed's was uncut. Kyle couldn't stop fooling with it. He wanted two hands for this, so he put Chance's thick rod firmly between his cheeks, in the groove of his ass, rubbed up against it, and concentrated on Reed's hard, wonderful prize.
"Un-fucking-believable! This is like a fucking dream! I've never touched another guy's dick in my life! It's fucking AWESOME! Your dick is soooo beautiful, Reed. I could play with this foreskin all day."
"Go ahead, man. I won't stop you," Reed said huskily.
"Aw shit, you guys, this is so fucking hot!"
Chance reached around and grabbed Kyle's lean, hard pecs and massaged them sensuously, while rubbing his cock in and out between Kyle's legs, in the groove of his ass-crack. He played with Kyle's tits while he stroked his long, hard shaft, watching it disappear in and out of Kyle's beautiful young virgin ass. The rushing water, the incredible eroticism of the scene, the sweet sexy moanings of three hot hard boys, it was too strong a cocktail for a randy young jock like Chance. He hoped Kyle was serious when he'd used his cock-head to play with his hole, cause he wanted that sweet ass badly. He worked a soapy middle finger up Kyle's hole while Reed soaped up Kyle's balls.
"Oh my fucking God!" Kyle cried. "My ass, my balls! Aw fuck, you guys! AW YEAH!" Kyle started rocking his ass sensually on Chance's finger, and Chance smiled. As he worked another finger in, he bent his face close to Kyle's ear, kissed and nibbled it sexily under the shower spray, while whispering softly, "Kyle, you want to feel a thick hot prick make love to that sweet, sexy ass o' yours?"
Kyle turned his face around, in this hot, surprising fever-dream of passion, to kiss Chance deeply on the mouth, the two boys' tongues dancing together in randy excitement.
"Oh shit, Chance, yeah!" he gasped, as he pressed the back of Chance's head more firmly against his face. "Fuck, I was hopin' you wanted to! I play with my ass all the fucking time, man, imagining what a big dick would feel like up there. Oh fuck, man, lyin' in bed, fingerin' my ass last night while I was listenin' to you guys gettin' it on, that's all I could think about, gettin' reamed by one o' you studs!"
Chance grabbed Kyle's chin, kissed him hard, then soaped up his cock with one hand, three fingers now easing Kyle's virgin ass open further. Reed and Kyle began intense kissing, while Reed kept stroking Kyle with one hand and tweaking his nips with the other. Kyle was hypnotized by Reed's beautiful cut abs - a hard-carved six-pack had always been an incredible turn-on for Kyle, sneaking peaks at one whenever he could - in the lockers, on the streets, in magazines. Here he had one of the best sets of abs he'd ever seen right in front of them. He rubbed his own abs against Reed's, making sure their dicks were pressed together tightly.
In back, Chance had squatted down to use his thumbs and tongue to finish stretching Kyle; he smiled as the boy kept wriggling his ass back impatiently as he worked it. Kyle was excited as hell to have his cherry taken by the best-looking dude on campus. He pulled out of his tongue-play with Reed to give an almost strangled cry, "Aw hurry, Chance, I gotta feel that big fuckin' cock o' yours in me!"
"All right, dude," Chance laughed. He stood up and worked the tip of his wet, throbbing dick into Kyle's soapy hole. "I'll go kinda slow."
After working in a few inches, Chance cooed, "Aw shit, Kyle, you feel so fucking good, man. What a gorgeous ass."
Reed watched as Kyle's own cock twitched and seemed to grow even larger as Chance slid further into him.
"AW YEAH, CHANCE!! Fuck that ass, man! Get it all up in me! Fuck this soccer-stud's tight cherry ass!"
Chance was two-thirds in now. He reached under Kyle's arms and brought his hands around to play with his pecs and nipples.
"Damn, Kyle, you are one fine fuck. I'm gonna give you all I got now. You OK?"
"Hell, yes, man! This is incredible! Damn, Chance, I am totally into your dick! Fuck, does it feel good! Shit, I knew it would be this cool!"
Reed smiled, and they kissed. He felt Kyle's hard cock and got an idea.
"Kyle, you wanna feel what it feels like to have this sweet cock of yours in a nice, tight man-hole?"
Kyle's eyes lit up. "Oh shit yes, dude! Let me fuck you while Chance fucks me! Aw shit, is this ever sex!"
Reed worked some soap in his hole, quickly working it open, then turned around. "Hit it, dude!"
Chance pushed in tight against Kyle's ass as the young boy worked his dick into Reed's eager hole.
"AWWW SHIT! MAN, THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT!"
Kyle began throwing Reed a good fuck almost instantly; he was so turned on by Chance's dick working his ass that a hot fuck seemed to happen by instinct. The three boys were like a wave of undulating flesh. Like young stallions out for a romp, they delighted in the feel of their muscles. Chance rubbed Kyle all over as he plowed him. Kyle was kissing Reed's shoulders and buzz-cut, still only half-believing this scene. He could just feel the cum building up in his balls. And the sensation of a big, hard cock in his ass was one he knew he'd have to have a steady diet of from now on.
"Oh fuck, you guys. This is too fucking - uh, dude, sorry, I'm gonna cum! It's just too fucking much!" He pulled out, and Chance watched his dick squirt ropes of cum all over Reed and the shower stall. Chance now proceeded full speed ahead with hard, raw, athletic fucking to get himself off. Reed reached around Kyle to play with his boyfriend's ass.
"Mmmmmmm," Chance moaned, hips driving thrust after thrust of his long cock into Kyle's no-longer-virgin ass. Reed, holding Kyle in a tight embrace so he could play with Chance's ass, could feel the young boy's cock hardening again against his abs. He snaked his hips sensually so he could grind Kyle's hardness against his washboard.
Kyle began bucking like crazy against Chance.
"Fuck me, Chance! Fuck me, dude! Aw Christ, it feels so fucking fine! Ride my ass, man!"
Finally Chance felt his balls contract and knew it was time.
"Take it, dude!" he cried and blasted cum into Kyle's guts.
"OH YEAH! I can feel your load shooting in me, bro! How fucking hot!"
Reed started jacking Kyle's now fully hard 7 inches. He shot again in a few seconds.
When Kyle caught his breath, he smiled at the two boys and just said, "Aw fuck, guys, that was the hottest fucking sex I have ever had in my life! That was like REAL sex, like what a guy craves. Shit, man, dudes got it goin' on for sex, no fucking doubt. We gotta do this again. Like again and again and again."
"Come on, let's shower off and head back to my room. I'll make us some tea."
They soaped, rinsed, and walked excitedly down to Chance's, rubbing each other's asses the whole way, loving the sight of their three hard young cocks bobbing up and down.
"Shit, Chance," Reed laughed, "you keep this up and this is gonna be the gay floor of your dorm."
"Cool with me!" Kyle laughed.
Once back in his room, Chance filled his kettle and put it on the hot plate. The other two had scurried to the bed, to get back to kissing and fondling each other. Chance joined them a minute later. As if one mind, their mouths each sought out another boy's cock. Kyle had to try Chance, that incredible dick that had given his ass such pleasure, Reed dove in for Kyle's cut, curved 7 inches, and Chance hungrily took his boyfriend's torpedo-shaped beauty.
At first, Kyle just licked and sucked, not really knowing what to do, but loving the feel of that thick veiny meat in his hands, and his tongue and lips all over it, tasting it here, there, everywhere with the tip of his tongue, daring to play with Chance's big egg-shaped balls in their silky smooth sac. But then he began to suck up and down on Chance's luscious cock. What a gorgeous daisy chain of rippling, muscular flesh these three made. The room was filled with the erotic, ambient soundtrack of hot young mouths on hard young dicks. Their lapping, licking, slurping, sucking, and moaning were the most sensual sounds imaginable.
Kyle pulled up for a minute to say, "How fucking great! God, what the fuck have I been missing? I am now like a total fiend for dick! God, that feels so fucking awesome, Reed. I never had a chick blow me this good before! Damn, do you ever fucking know how it's supposed to feel!" He pounced back on Chance's meat in sensual delight, trying to imitate Reed's actions. Reed was giving Kyle some great oral sex. He licked up and down on the boy's hard shaft, tickling the balls with little tongue-flutters, then tonguing hard under the flared cock-head. Holding Kyle's cock, he tongued the piss-slit, savoring the taste of the nice load of precum he dug out of there. Then a few minutes of straight, hard sucking. Then he tongued right down the shaft, sucked Kyle's balls for a while, then worked down into his crack, lightly rimming this excited gay initiate. Almost all of Reed's various ministrations were punctuated by loud, slurping groans from Kyle.
Reed and Kyle came almost simultaneously. Then Reed joined Kyle on Chance's cock, lapping at his balls and ass-crack while Kyle continued to work on that hard, slick, veiny shaft.
"Aw damn, two fine dudes workin' over my dick! Fuck, that's heaven!" He lay back and luxuriated in the pure sensuousness of hungry young tongues lapping at his cock and ass. Reed got into some serious tongue-fucking and soon Chance shot. Kyle wanted to drink it all, as he saw Reed had done his.
"Mmmm," he gurgled, the first taste of cum sliding around his mouth. He let it play all over his tongue and then swallowed. "Fucking fine!" he smiled at his new fuck-mates.
Chance made them all tea. The three boys lay in Chance's bed a while longer, so taken in by Kyle's grateful enthusiasm. He recounted his shy years of secret boy-lust. Chance confessed how brief his own gay history was. Kyle felt the heady excitement of reaching a new phase in his life. The three promised they would definitely repeat this scene often, and Kyle started musing about guys on the soccer time that might be gay or curious.
"Don't sweat, man," Chance said, "I got some fine-ass wrestling buddies I can introduce you too that would eat a boy like you up!"
Kyle smiled excitedly. He had to leave for practice, but before he left he lingered a bit, kissing his two new friends goodbye and tracing his hands longingly over Reed's shaved pubic hairs and Chance's nicely groomed patch.
"Damn, I gotta do something like this, too. I've thought about it long enough, but never sorta had the nerve. You guys look so hot like this!"
"Bring your razor over some day, dude. We'll shave ya!"
"Sweet! You got it, man! You guys are so fucking cool!"
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