The Gay-Straight Alliance, part 5 By Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
The two hot, horny young athletes hurriedly walked through the now-deserted halls of their high school, hugging and kissing in the full, giddy intimacy of imminent sex. For Luke, it would be the long-desired consummation of all his fevered, frustrated fantasies of wild, mind-blowing sex with another hot muscle-stud. For Logan, it was a chance to enjoy again the sex he knew so well, only this time with the finest, sexiest boy he'd ever seen. Both of them were bubbling inside with a jittery, electric longing. They raced out to the parking lot and loaded Logan's bike into the back of Luke's truck, which would take them downtown to the high-rise condo where Logan Dell lived with his parents, who were gloriously gone for the weekend.
The first thing Luke did when he got behind the wheel was strip off his shirt; he wanted to show off his hard-carved chest and arms to a boy who could appreciate every erotic detail of his sexy-ass torso. Logan lost not a second in following suit; he had quite an upper body to show off, too. Then both boys kissed and stroked those beautifully worked chests, worshipping each other's ripe, bulging perfection, until their cocks were hard and throbbing and glazed with lust.
"Shit," Logan gasped, coming up for air, "you better get this truck movin' or we're gonna be fuckin' here in the front seat in about a minute or so."
"I hear ya," Luke laughed, feeling the deep-down body-lust overwhelming him. "Let's get to your place and commence to ballin'! Fuck, am I ever hard for you, dude! I am soooo frakkin' ready for Professor Dell's crash course in gay sex!"
As they began the drive, Luke tried to keep his mind on the road and process the directions Logan gave him, but it was difficult. It wasn't just being so close to such a hot boy Ð he'd been physically close to many good-looking jocks throughout his sports career. This one, though, was the first one ever with whom he was actually going to be able to act on his long-simmering sexual longing. It had every cell in his body crackling with jittery electricity.
But the keyed-up nerves and heart-racing lightheadedness, the anxious anticipation for the night ahead, the pulse-pounding energy spasms racing through his core Ð those emotions all felt very familiar to him. Luke knew them as a fresh, deliciously exciting variant on sensations he'd been used to all through high school and junior high: for so much of his young life, he'd trained his body hard, studied plays, watched film, practiced, visualized Ð did all the work needed to get himself ready for one big game after another; but despite all his preparation, he'd always get a major case of butterflies on game day. So these giddy nerves were like an old friend showing up right on schedule. Only instead of football, he was now about to prove his young manhood at another contact sport.
Luke was way ready for this, he realized. He'd spent the past two years doing the most intense film study possible in anticipation of this moment Ð stroking himself while he ogled the hottest gay porn clips and movies he could find to download. Plus there was the constant exercise that had made his body strong, limber, ripe, powerful Ð a gay stud's dream, ready for the most exhausting, hard-core sexual athleticism. As for the visualization so key to a premier athlete's performance: day in and day out, in his mind, he'd daydream so many hot scenarios of sex with another dude, and later, alone in his room, he'd fantasize as he read steamy tales on the gay erotic fiction sites he'd bookmarked. So he felt like he'd been through, mentally, every possible X and O in the gay playbook. Now it was time for the real thing. He'd known so many guys who got nervous and choked when it was finely time to take it to the turf, but not him. He was always busting to get out and show his stuff, take control, feel that rush. He looked over at the stunningly beautiful young jock next to him, that gorgeous face framed by longish blonde hair, and that lean, muscular chest, and his mind was consumed with sheer physical passion. He was oh-so-ready for this day. He was bringing his `A' game, ferociously, aggressively, and couldn't wait to explode on the field.
While Luke drove, Logan began to playfully fondle his new straight-boy crush, letting sexy fingers play over Luke's cute buzzcut, kissing him, rubbing that massive chest, tweaking his hard, perfect nipples, but mostly feeling that huge thick cock under the soft denim of Luke's jeans.
Luke moaned deeply at Logan's sexy boy-play. His girlfriend never teased him like this while he drove, so this was a wonderful new thrill. He lowered his ass in the seat so Logan could have a better angle. Logan took the hint immediately and unzipped his friend's jeans, so he could pull out that huge, hard thickness and really get to work. He scooted close and began to lick and kiss and breathe hot and passionate in Luke's ear while he slowly stroked up and down that hardening shaft, pulling and pinching and teasing the thick sleeve of foreskin that covered Luke's massive head. He smiled as he watched a thick gleam of precum ooze out over that head. He bent down and delicately tongued it, savoring the tart, sweet bite of this football god's nectar.
"Aw fuck, Logan!" Luke panted, overcome with lust-fever by this wonderful boy-play. "Shit, dawg, are you ever sexy as fuck. Damn, I can see I'm gonna like hanging with you, dude."
"Mmmmm," purred Logan, "just wait. Bein' friends with me just gets better and better."
Logan began to lap up and down Luke's steel-hard thickness, that huge fleshy rod jutting up straight and proud and eager. He tongued the tip almost daintily as he played a sensuous hand over that gorgeously ripped washboard. With his other hand he gently jostled Luke's huge set of low-hangers.
"Fuckin' A!" Luke yelled, almost too overcome with lust and pleasure now to do much of anything except breathe hard and heavy. "Jesus Fuck, dawg, let's do fuckin' road trips all the time from now on."
"You got it, dude," Logan said softly, dreamily, as he enjoyed the cock and abs of the most beautiful jock he'd ever seen.
"Shit, dude, I hate to say it, but I'm comin' to the turn-off for downtown. Not sure where the fuck to go."
Reluctantly, Logan raised himself off Luke's luscious length to see where they were. He kept lightly teasing and stroking that long, ramrod-straight shaft while he got his bearings.
They were stopped at a light. While he played with that gorgeous piece of boy-meat, Logan gave Luke a set of directions that would take him to the street downtown where his folks' high-rise was. Luke nodded as he listened, trying to concentrate through the haze of balls-deep pleasure caused by the soft, sexy touch of Logan's fingers dancing lightly over his hard, twitching dick.
Once he'd finished his directions, Logan went back to kissing and licking Luke's ear, getting ready to resume his sexy blowjob. As the boys made out, they heard a low, gruff comment from the car next to them.
"Fuck, you dudes are hot. Sure as fuck wish I was ridin' with you two."
They looked over to see a man in his late forties, with close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair and very macho good looks. Logan smiled and kissed Luke deep and slow and sensual on the boy's mouth while the man whistled.
"Come on and join us!" Logan teased.
"I'd love to, but I gotta get home to my wife and kids." He flashed his wedding band and screwed his face into a sad pout.
"Oh well," Logan said sympathetically, "If you can get free tonight, daddy, drop by. Dell Residence at the Hudson Building downtown. Seventeenth floor. We'd love to have a major stud like you to play with!"
"Shit," the man groaned, "that's about the hottest offer I've had in a while."
Logan smiled and ducked his head back down to fill his mouth with Luke's hard, straining cock. Luke immediately threw his head back and groaned, "Fuck yeah! Work that fuckin' dick, dude!"
The man in the car next to them said even louder, "SHIT!!! Too fucking hot!"
The light turned green. "Have fun, boys," the man grinned and turned off.
Luke navigated easily through the downtown, wallowing in the luxury of having his huge cock expertly serviced while he drove. He fondled Logan's head lovingly, sensuously, to show the boy how grateful he was. This is what he'd wanted Ð hot, satisfying sex that could bubble up at any time throughout the day. Shit, Luke knew how virile he was Ð he could get off 6, 7, 8 times a day easy. He'd sort of resigned himself to a life of sexual frustration, but now he saw how it was done: with hot boys like Logan, who were as ready as he was for busting a nut at the drop of a hat.
"Damn," he said dreamily, loving the sensation of Luke slurping up and down on his shaft as he drove, "this is what I'm talkin' about, dude! Sex after a workout, sex while driving, sex, like, whenever. Man, where the fuck I been??"
Logan stopped sucking for a while to say, "You're a fuckin' tomcat, Luke, just like me. Always up for sex. You love feelin' this big, floppy dick o' yours get hard and ripe, ready to stick in some tight fuckin' boy-hole and shoot. You're a hundred percent horndog just like me. Welcome to the damn club. You hang with me and my boys and you'll have all the sex you want all the time you want, just the way us dudes like it and need it."
"Shit, Logan," Luke said, eyes wide at the thought, "that would be so hot if you introduce me to your friends, make me part of the boy-sex scene at school. Fuck, I bet you and your boys duck into the john or an empty classroom or whatever and get it on all through the day Ð just what I'd like to start doin' Ð specially with dudes as hot as you."
"You got it, son. But let me keep you all to myself a little while longer, OK?" And the hot young stud resumed his deliciously slurpy oral attention on Luke's hard, massive fuck-stick.
"Shit," Luke groaned, a minute or so later, as he felt his load build, "can hardly wait til we get to your place so I can return the favor on that sweet fuckin' cock o' yours, dude. But I don't think I'll be able to give a blowjob this fuckin' good for a while. Sure as hell look forward to practicin' though!"
Logan just let a low grunt escape his mouth; he was too fixated on bringing the boy to climax to talk now. Soon he felt Luke's huge nuts tighten up in their sac and heard the telltale, short, high-pitched gasps that meant he should ready his mouth for Luke's cum. In seconds, hot warm spunk flooded his mouth, volley after volley. Logan gave a very satisfied gurgle of a groan as he savored the rich, thick cream gushing into his mouth.
When Luke finished shooting, Logan raised himself and kissed his new dream-boy sloppily, passionately, letting Luke's huge load seep out of both their mouths. The boys alternated between kissing and licking up drops of cum.
Luke smiled ecstatically after all the cream had been swallowed.
"Fuck, dude, that was easily the hottest ride I've ever taken."
"Shit," Logan laughed, "you're gonna take a ride or two on my ass tonight that's gonna be waaayyyy fuckin' hotter than this one was."
The two boys laughed, kissed again, then Logan directed Luke into his building's parking garage.
The boys' randy friskiness continued once they got Logan's bike squared away then stepped in the elevator. Logan put in a key, turned it, and pushed his floor number (second from the top, Luke noticed). Almost immediately they were kissing hungrily and pawing each other's hard-toned bodies. The elevator finally opened onto as beautiful an expanse of interior design as Luke had ever seen. He was momentarily distracted from hot sex-play with Logan as he gazed upon the Dells' condo: a beautifully appointed, very long living room, filled with sleek, modern furniture, paintings, vases, sculpture Ð like something out of a magazine. Most of the room was paneled in rich, dark wood, but one whole wall as entirely windows, giving a magnificent view of the skyscrapers surrounding their building, as well as a beautiful-looking rooftop patio directly outside a sliding glass door.
"This place is incredible!" Luke stammered, gulping everything in with his eyes.
Logan grinned, "Yep, my folks are rich as fuck. They know how to live. Lemme get you a beer, and I'll give you a quick tour, then we can get back to where we left off."
"Cool," Luke grinned, eying his bare-chested friend's body lasciviously. Logan looked smoking hot with his bulging, wiry muscles, especially his ultra-ripped wasp-waisted washboard and those beautifully big biceps, the whole package poured into just a pair of tight-fitting jeans. Logan, of course, was thinking the same thing as he drank in his football stud's incredibly hard beefiness, that thick length of cock showing so deliciously visible through the crotch of his worn jeans
Soon they were sipping on a couple of cold light beers as Logan toured Luke around the place. Luke especially liked the huge bathroom, all marble, with an enormous walk-in shower. He knew he and Logan would be having all sorts of sexy boy-play in there later, soaping up each other's ripped bodies and huge pricks, getting themselves hard for a hot, steamy fuck. Damn, he thought to himself, is it ever cool to be able to think about another dude in such totally X-rated terms, knowing he'd be able to make good on every nasty, freaking thought he had.
As they toured the media room, Luke put down his beer and casually took off his jeans, letting his full, gorgeous cock dangle and sway sexily. Logan was on it in a flash after shucking his own jeans, stroking that thick fullness sensuously while dotting the boy's gorgeous face with hot, hungry kisses.
"Damn, Luke, I keep having to pinch myself. This is fucking unreal bein' with you this way. You are so fucking hot, dude."
They kissed madly again as Logan stroked that huge, firm, wonderful thickness, which was getting to feel so damn natural in his grip.
"Mmmm," Luke purred, as he stroked Logan's uncut beauty with the same smoldering passion, "let's get to your room so I can return the favor of that awesome blowjob."
These boys were seriously jonesing on each other's gorgeous bodies. Plus, now that Luke's true sexuality had been unleashed, it was asserting itself with a vengeance. He wanted nothing but sex 24/7 with this incredibly hot young stud.
"Damn," Luke groaned, voice all husky with sex as they padded into Luke's bedroom, fondling each other's hard young cocks as they walked, "this is some of the hottest sex I've ever had, dude. Fuck, wait, it is THE hottest sex I've ever had."
Luke's bedroom was as coolly well-appointed as the rest of the house Ð all sorts of built in cabinets, a huge, very comfortable-looking bed in a massive antique wood frame, flat-screen TV and stereo equipment, plus another wall of windows through which the lit windows of all the downtown office building began to gleam in the dusky twilight. But there were obvious touches of a randy young gay jock living here: Luke appreciated all the sexy-ass posters of well-muscled, bare-chested beefcake on the walls. And Luke noticed lots of well-muscled dudes on the covers of stroke mags and porn DVDs here and there on the floor and nightstand, as well as what was clearly a bottle of lube next to his bed. He wish he'd had the balls to make his pleasure as public as Logan did. Maybe now, he might, Luke thought to himself, wondering suddenly how you went about coming out to your parents and friends.
Logan jumped on his bed and lay back, stroking his long, wet thickness and fingering his hole temptingly. Luke was on him in a minute.
The feel of Logan's cock in his mouth was incredible. It was absolutely luscious. Luke took to cock-sucking with a true passion Ð still an amateur, he gagged and slurped, clumsily licked and choked, but he attacked his first gay crush's dick with a connoisseur's relish. It was so warm, so firm, so amazing Ð warm, thick, spongy-hard, and moistly slick. He realized almost immediately that he'd been needing a hot hard dick to fill his mouth for like forever. He went from shaft to head, digging into the piss-slit, stretching out Logan's thick foreskin with his teeth, swiping his tongue teasingly under the hood, then down to the boy's balls, savoring each one in his mouth, swirling and licking like a pro.
Logan loved Luke's sloppy, puppy-dog enthusiasm, plus the way that little chin-patch kept tickling his thighs like light sandpaper as Luke went to work on his cock.
Luke couldn't resist letting his tongue trail teasingly down to Logan's tight, seductive pucker. Luke considered himself an expert at eating pussy (he always felt he was as stimulated by it as his girlfriend; something about giving oral pleasure was a huge turn-on for him, his tongue and lips must be one solid erogenous zone). He'd even taken to eating Janie's ass recently, which he loved. Fuck, he thought sheepishly to himself, it must have been my inner self guiding me to my real passion, telling me Ð you like rimming? Wait'll you try a tight, luscious jock-boy's pucker! Cause Luke sure as fuck found it awesome to lick a hot, tight, smooth, sexy boy-hole, especially since there was a huge cock and ballsac right there, to drift his tongue back and forth to every so often. What a sexy fuckin' package, just made for oral worship.
"C'mon," Logan moaned huskily, "flip that bad-boy body o' yours around here so I can chow back down on that big freakin' cock o' yours while you suck me off."
"69in'!" Luke beamed, like a boy in a candy store discovering right there in front of him a wonderful treat he'd only heard about. "Awesome!"
Luke scooted around and soon the room was filed with the wet, slurping grunts of two hungry boys unable to get enough of each other's sweet, stiff, sexy meat. It was heaven Ð a mouth stuffed with thick, luscious boy-cock, and a hot, moist mouth doing all sorts of incredible things to your dick. Luke never wanted to leave this bed.
Logan loved being able to play his mouth and lips over that huge, thick, long pole. And plus, with Luke on top like this, that impossibly huge ball-sac flopped and drooped down along the shaft Ð so fucking sexy, Luke's big man-sac was like a big, floppy purse, filled with two large, smooth, precious orbs. Logan had a blast driving Luke crazy as he alternated between lapping his thick shaft and sucking on each of his egg-sized balls.
Soon, Logan daringly let his tongue drift further up to test Luke's willingness for ass-play with his hot, dancing tongue. He'd been obsessed with fucking Luke's gorgeous, beefy ass ever since he saw it in all its naked glory in the gym. Hearing Luke's deep, sudden, gasping moans of pleasure as he tongue poked and prodded emboldened him, and Logan eagerly began to eat Luke's smooth, meaty, muscle-ass with a stoked zeal while Luke continued to relish the pleasures of sucking his first cock.
After about five minutes or so of intensely wonderful rimming, his dick throbbing with pain at the need to get into this tight virgin hole, Logan spread Luke's cheeks further apart and really went to town. He was hoping he could get Luke all wet and slick and ready so he could throw the young jock-god his first boy-fuck. Logan was amped as hell, but a little nervous, almost afraid to ask Luke, worried that he'd gone too far already with this boy who was self-declared `straight' just hours ago.
After hearing the seductive siren-song of Luke's snorting pleasure-moans grow even deeper and louder and more guttural, Logan was helpless to do anything except confess to Luke how badly he wanted to plow that gorgeous ass, especially since it meant taking this hot stud's gay cherry.
"You want to fuck my ass?" Luke asked, almost in disbelief. "With that fucking monster you got between your legs? HELL YEAH!! Bring it on, dawg! Breed my fucking ass! Show me how gay dudes roll! Shit, do I ever want to feel a hard, huge cock all up in my guts!"
Logan wasted no time. They quickly switched positions, and then he flipped Luke's hips up and pushed the young muscle-stud's legs back so he could spend time giving Luke's sleek, gorgeous, hard jock ass the true rimming it deserved.
At first he just rubbed that smooth, muscular firmness Ð amazed for about the twentieth time today that this was even happening: sex with the hottest straight dude in his high school. Luke's ass was naturally hairless, even the crack. What a fucking treat, Logan thought. It was all of a piece with that luscious muscular perfection that was Luke's body. Plus, this was all unconquered territory; Logan felt amped as fuck at being able to colonize this virgin land, he'd plant his pole firmly, dead center, to claim this ass as his.
Logan bent in close and kissed and teased that virgin pucker lightly, tenderly, poking it and prodding it with his tongue and finger. As he lavished focused, breathless attention on his awesome prize, one hand paid a sort of mindless attention to that long, hard, beefy thickness lolling back against Luke's abs, as well as that enormous ball-sac splayed out in front of him. He wanted to lightly, rhythmically, stroke Luke's huge hardness, sending a constant frisson of pleasure through his loins, but what he really wanted to concentrate on was readying that alluring jock-hole for its first fuck.
And Luke was ready for it, no doubt. All the while Logan playfully teased that cute little rosebud, spitting and licking and circling it lightly with his fingers, Luke was moaning and groaning in eager anticipation.
"FUCK, YEAH!" he panted hoarsely, "work that fuckin' hole! Fuck, does that ever feel good, Logan! I fuckin' love it, dude! Janie never does shit like this to me!"
"AW FUCK!" he shouted, as Logan began to work the young god's hole harder, more sensuously, loving how Luke was wriggling his ass excitedly against his fingers and tongue and lips. Logan was drunk on the power he had, initiating this clean-cut jock hunk into the mind-bending pleasures of boy-sex, turning this straight stud out into a gay jock hottie.
"This is so fuckin' awesome, man," Logan whispered, voice thick with saliva and lust, "havin' first dibs on a straight jock's tight little virgin boy-hole. Damn, I'm gonna break this bad boy in right, dude. Gonna give it all the attention it's been cravin'. Gonna make you a total addict for dick, once you get a taste of my stud cock all up in your ass!"
"Aw fuck, Logan! God-DAMN, dawg! Keep teasin' my ass like that! Feels un-FUCKING-believable! And play with that dick, too, dawg. Suck my fuckin' cock while you finger my ass! Aw fuck, dude, this gay shit is off the fucking hook!!"
Logan was happy to oblige. While he worked another finger up Luke's tight chute, he eagerly licked and slobbered over Luke's huge tool. Fuck, was it ever beautiful Ð so thick, so beefy, so damn huge! He'd never been with a dude who packed such awesome meat. He knew he'd never be able to get enough of Luke's gorgeous jock cock. He held it reverently and brought the head to his mouth. As he gazed on its enormous girth, it seemed as if he could hardly stretch his mouth wide enough to get that huge, flesh-covered head in.
"Fuck, man," he said in a low, hoarse whisper, dazed by the majesty of the huge beauty in front of him, "I'm like addicted to this cock, Luke. It's so frakkin' awesome!"
"Mmmmm," said Luke dreamily, his head turning this way and that on the pillow, loving the attention of the hot young stud on his cock and balls and ass, the way Logan's love-making had his whole body tingling and throbbing with delight, delirious at this first-taste of the dream-sex he'd fantasized about so long. "Glad you fuckin' like it, dude. It's all yours. Go fuckin' nuts."
Logan tongued and bit that thick, sexy flesh-hood that still nippled over Luke's huge head. The more Luke groaned with pleasure, the harder Logan bit, knowing how good such roughness felt on his own foreskin. Luke was panting and gasping in delirium, so Logan kept tonguing and biting, using one hand to tickle wildly over Luke's big man-sized nut-sac, while he used his other to further poke and pry open that tight little hole, wanting to make Luke's first time a total pleasure-trip.
It felt to Luke like his hard, muscle-jock body was melting into Logan's bed, so amazing was this ecstatic new realm of sex he was experiencing. He was almost going out of his mind at the utter disbelief that his body could be made to sing with such ethereal pleasure. He was in a bliss-zone he never wanted to leave. He had to have this kind of sex over and over and over from now on. All he could do to verbalize his desire, his appreciation, was gasp and cry out in a string of stunned, pained nonsense syllables.
Those cries were music to Logan's ears, who now was bobbing his head up and down on Luke's hard, thick, luscious stud-cock. He could hardly keep that wet, veiny, glistening thickness in his mouth Ð not just because of the sheer size of Luke's tool, but because of Logan's own involuntary moans and cries of excited delight, returning Luke's pleasure-cries like some primitive, homoerotic mating song. This was easily the best fucking sex of his young life, and the pulse-pounding realization of the wonder of it kept coursing through him, spurring him to greater heights. Logan knew he was truly skilled at love-making, a total stud in bed: he had a limber, utterly responsive body, covered in beautifully lean muscles, plus years of experience spent learning how to pleasure another boy; added to that was his full-bore, non-stop sex drive. But he'd never had a partner like Luke before Ð working Luke this way, driving him hard, he felt like a jockey finally given a thoroughbred steed to ride worthy of his talents, one that was more than his equal in strength, force, and stamina.
He could no longer stand it Ð he had to ride this huge, powerful stallion. He pulled up off Luke's saliva-drenched, precum-glistening shaft and concentrated on his true prize Ð the young Adonis's boy-hole. He licked and sucked and spit and snorted with abandon, champing at the bit for his turn in the saddle. Luke was half-laughing, half-screaming in the anticipatory delight of his first fucking (something he'd so often dreamed of as he gazed longingly at the luscious series of cocks that paraded before him over the years, either on his laptop or in the locker-room). And now it was finally happening, one of the most gorgeous dick's he'd ever seen was gonna fill his hungry ass with the man-meat he'd been craving. That thick, moist tongue teasing his ass felt incredible, but Luke knew enough to realize it was just a small taste of the pleasure to come when that firm, thick cock would work its way into his ass.
And soon, there it was, that huge hard head oozing its way into his ass. For one brief second Luke panicked, sure that there was no way Logan could work that thick shaft up his small, tight hole. But Logan bent down, kissed Luke hungrily, massaged his pecs and arms and shoulders, and soon it seemed like there was about half Logan's shaft buried in his ass, then the whole thing. Luke gasped wide-eyed at the amazing sensation, so full, so satisfying. It was like anything he had ever felt before, and yet felt deeply familiar, a long-lost pleasure he'd forgotten all about and was so glad to have back. It felt so damn right; he realized his ass was made for a huge hard cock to fit into. He lay back and savored the sheer, overwhelming wonder of it.
"Un-fucking-real!" he gasped, gazing into the eyes of this amazing beauty who was teaching him the REAL art of love-making, the deep, passionately physical joys that only two boys could share.
"Oh fuck yeah!" he growled as he settled his ass deliciously over that thick throbbing monster penetrating it. "Fuck me, dawg!"
Logan slowly, rhythmically proceeded to rock Luke's world. He expertly worked his tool in and out, knowing just how to hit a boy's switches, especially one who'd never known the awesome thrill of a hard cock filling his hole. He smiled to himself as Luke began to wriggle and work those athletic hips around on that pistoning shaft, starting to ride Logan's dick, realizing how he could use it to give himself such exquisite pleasure. Oh yeah, Logan grinned, our football god is definitely a big ol' bottom.
Luke's ass was perfection Ð so damn warm and tight and hungry. Logan pulled his sweaty, stringy hair back and leaned in to give Luke a hot, smoldering kiss before he commenced to rabbit-fuck that sweet, smooth butt.
"This is so friggin' awesome dude. I am just so damn fucking hot for you. I may lock the door and not let you leave all weekend."
"You'll have to kick me the fuck out, dawg," Luke panted, as he worked his ass deliciously over Logan's steel-hard shaft. "No fuckin' way I'm walking out on the hottest fuckin' sex I ever had. Fuck me, dawg. Keep fuckin' me! This is so fuckin' hot!"
Logan rose up, arched back and rammed Luke's ass over and over, proud to show this straight boy the amazing sex he'd been denying himself, sex that came so damn natural to two hot boys. He gazed longingly on that sweet, gorgeous face of Luke's, eyes closed, lost in the zone of his first fuck. He reached down, grasped Luke's huge, hard length, and jacked the boy's horse-cock while he long-dicked his ass. He held on to Luke's shaft like a rodeo rider clinging to the pommel of a bucking bronc. The metaphor was amazingly accurate, as Luke was jerking and bucking his ass and hips with abandon, relishing on the awesome pleasure of a huge cock working his hot, hungry ass.
In a few seconds, Luke's face screwed up, and soon gush after gush exploded from his cock, coating Logan's hand and both their hard-carved abs. In the throes of cumming, Luke's mighty ass muscles contracted hard and rhythmic, over and over, sending Logan into one of the most amazing orgasms he'd ever had. He jammed his cock up Luke's tight hole and felt six, seven, eight spurts of boy-cream stream out of him, oozing over his still-hard cock and streaming out Luke's no-longer-virgin hole.
He collapsed on his huge, young muscle-stud, loving the feel of their hard-bodies pressed together, panting up and down in the rippling rhythm of a lust so beautifully consummated. And once he'd caught his breath, he began to scrape whatever thick cum he could, from abs, cocks, hole, and feed him and his new lover. Luke grabbed Logan's fingers when they came to his mouth, greedily licked them clean, then kissed them in fervent worship.
"So fuckin' awesome . . . so fuckin' amazin' . . . fuck, I love you, dude . . . just fuckin' incredible."
The two jock hunks lay there, in the warm stillness of silent awe, and almost immediately they both drifted to sleep.
About twenty minutes later, Logan awoke, a little disoriented, but delighted to see the sleeping, angelically beautiful face of his new heartthrob lying beside him. He shifted his weight, which woke Luke, and then began to stroke the boy's long, soft thickness, playfully stretching the meaty foreskin, while he kissed dried cum off Luke's cheek and lips. Luke smiled groggily and kissed right back, also reaching down to grab Logan's cock. Both boys were such innocently giddy cock-hounds.
Logan suddenly hopped out of bed and ran to the living room, Luke trailing him instantly like a loyal puppy. When they reached the living room (the one wall of floor-to-ceiling windows painted now with a rich purple darkness, dotted with whites and yellows from the downtown windows), Luke watched as Logan flipped open a laptop, opened iTunes, and filled the room with loud, hard-driving rock. Led Zeppelin, Luke recognized at once, a band he loved.
"Awesome!" the young football jock yelled. He walked over to get his backpack from where he'd dropped it, and fished out his pot and pipe. They had to have pot after such amazing sex. He filled a bowl, lit it, took a deep hit, and passed it to his friend. The music sounded amazing Ð obviously there were speakers placed here and there throughout the loft's living room, filling the beautifully appointed interior with crystal-clear sound. Logan took a puff, then went to the kitchen for more beers. Luke loved watching that lean-muscled friend move naked through the beautiful condo, Logan's thick uncut dangler swaying so fucking sexy when he walked. Logan had his hair pulled back now in a ponytail, which Luke thought made him look so damn hot.
They each chugged cold beer and did a few more hits, Luke filling the bowl once more while Logan got more beers. Then, pleasantly buzzed, Luke put his pot and pipe on an end table and began dancing to the loud driving beat, moving his hard-carved physique with seductive grace, his long, beefy cock sashaying so damn hypnotically as he rocked his hips. Logan was captivated at the sight Ð Luke turned out to be an awesome dancer, this beautifully nude, utterly sensuous, athletically tuned body gracefully swirled and pumped as he caught the deep, sexual pulse of Zeppelin's loud, driving rhythm. Logan's own dick began to stiffen as he watched Luke gyrate, in the zone, totally inhabiting the beat, the football stud's huge dangling thickness swaying and bobbing in a mesmerizing, mouth-watering rhythmic swirl, daring you to take your eyes off its long, thick majesty. Logan, the combined heady rush of pot and beer and naked, hard-muscled boy-flesh overwhelming him, began to sway and hip-shake in an orbit around his gorgeous young muscle-stud.
Soon the two nude young jocks were body-rocking together. Luke grabbed Logan close, from the back, and began the sexiest grind Logan had ever experienced. The football stud's hips thrust his long, rock-hard cock right into Logan's sweat-slick crack and began to sway and drive his lower body insistently against Logan's, with a leering, utterly lascivious rhythm. As the two hot young studs gyrated together in a dance-rhythm that was a barely veiled sex-act, Luke brought one hand around and pawed Logan's chest, kneading his pec's and tweaking his nipples in rough, raw rhythm to the driving metal-rush of the beat; his other hand began to stroke Logan's cock sensuously, while his hard, dripping shaft continued to rhythmically pump hard and firm and hot against Logan's crack, which was now rocking against that cock in a deliciously sexy counter-rhythm, riding that cock with a slutty grind of its own.
It was the first time Luke had ever done such hot, dirty dancing with a partner (Janie hated dancing with him, called him rough and clumsy). He danced around naked, in front of the mirror, all the time in his room, but it was a revelation to him to find that dancing with another person could be so freaking hot. For Logan, it was sort of like being in the club, working some young guy on the dance floor he was interested in, but never had he done anything this steamy in a club. But then, never has there been a boy he was as interested in before as Luke Brant.
As Jimmy Page's guitar churned and Robert Plant's voice wailed, Luke, unable to help himself, quickly, instinctively, worked his hard wet cock-head into the hot, tight boy-hole of that sweaty, sexy ass wriggling in front of him.
"Fuck yeah!" Logan cried, still rocking and swaying his hips. He quickly reached behind and helped Luke guide that thick monster all the way up his chute. Soon Logan was rocking back and forth on Luke's hardness, while the football stud held him tight and fuck-danced him around the condo. Luke jacked Logan's dick as he rhythmically worked his own cock in and out, the two boys giddy at the erotic thrill of the daringly obscene dance they were doing.
Soon a sexy, loud, bluesy harmonica riff began, and Luke, still fucking Logan's ass and jacking the boy's precum-slick cock, began kissing wildly all over the smooth muscular expanse of Logan's back. The music was a total aphrodisiac. Luke had heard Zep called `cock rock' before, but only now did he really get it Ð this was music made for two young hard-bodied boys to get it on with, music to fondle a hard cock to, and music to fuck a hard cock to.
Luke's cock was throbbing in wild orgasmic bliss as he plunged in and out of that hot, moist tightness, hard and sinuous and rhythmic, to the crashing blare of bass, drums, and metal guitar. He came before the song ended, loving the feel of his hard dick, buried to the hilt, shooting wave after wave of thick cream up the sexiest ass he'd ever seen.
"Fuck, man" Luke drawled, once he caught his breath, "let's like never leave this place. It's like fuckin' paradise being with you here."
"No shit, Luke," Logan said, panting and giddy at the wild, wonderful absurdity of what was happening. He savored the bittersweet feel of Luke's softening cock slide ever-so-gently out of his well-fucked ass (but took comfort in the knowledge that he'd have that hard hugeness up there again soon and often during the rest of this magical night). He turned around and pulled Luke to him. "I've fuckin' NEVER EVER been with a boy as hot and wild and amazing and gorgeous as you, Luke. Jesus Fuck, do I ever dig the fucking shit out of you, dude."
Luke let his head roll back as Logan kissed his chest. No doubt, this was the headiest romance he'd ever had in his life. Being with Janie, he realized now, bitterly, had just been two kids going through the motions, a weird, sick parody of romance. Today he felt like a man, totally enthralled in the rich, heady, soulful complexities of mature passion with a true equal.
"Hey, you hungry?" Logan asked suddenly. "All that fucking and smoking has me seriously starved."
Luke was indeed. So the two nude boys headed for the kitchen. Logan fished out an enormous Porterhouse steak from a beautiful chrome-covered fridge (which Luke thought looked like the kind of fridge they had in restaurant kitchens) along with some lettuce and carrots and bleu cheese. Luke began to wash lettuce, peel carrots, and make a salad while Logan seasoned the steak and let it come to room temperature on the counter.
"Come on, let's get some clothes on and go outside and light the coals," Logan said.
So Luke fished his worn jock out of his backpack, while Logan pulled up his jeans. When he saw Luke was going to stay in just a jock, he decided what the fuck, and stripped off his jeans and went to get a jock from his room. While he was gone, Luke filled and lit another bowl.
Minutes later, Logan walked out in an eye-popping outfit: he had on a very tight, torso-hugging sleeveless black fishnet top, which stopped about a half-inch below his belly button, and a very low-riding black Diesel street jock. Luke began drooling involuntarily, it was the perfect sexy muscle-boy evening wear: the fishnet weave showed off every luscious, deeply carved curve and ripple in Logan's torso, and the jock perfectly accented the boy's thick, meaty bulge and smooth, delicious ass. Luke loved the wide logo waistband on the jock Ð the huge printing of the word `Diesel' evoked in Luke's mind hard pistoning, the pumping of Logan's cock into his own hungry ass, sex with raw machine-driving force. He passed the pipe to his lover.
"Fuck," said Luke, while Logan gratefully took a deep toke, "you always look so damn hot, Logan. I wish I had something cool and sexy like that to lounge around in. I don't even wear underwear."
"Come on," Logan said, exhaling his huge hit and nodding with his head for Luke to come with him. Luke fired up the last hit in the bowl and followed his friend.
"Hate to say it, dawg," said Luke while they padded through the rich mahogany-lined hall, "but I don't think your jocks and shit are gonna fit me. I'm at least one, more likely two sizes bigger `n you, dude."
"Not to worry, stud," Luke said coolly.
They turned in to a sumptuously appointed bedroom.
"My dad's got some really hot underwear and jocks. He's probably exactly your size. Works out all the time, keeps himself in incredible shape."
"Your dad is into jockstraps and sexy underwear??!!" Luke stammered.
Logan had by now opened a huge armoire, one side of which had a row of drawers. He opened two in the middle and told Luke: "Yep, he sure as fuck is. Here's where he keeps his underwear and jockstraps. Let's find you something that looks hot on you."
Logan began sifting through all the sexy menswear in the drawers, throwing some back, and tossing stuff he thought might look hot on Luke on his parents' bed. Luke began picking them up and oohing and aahing over them as Logan tossed them.
"It is totally wild to see your dad into hot, sexy-ass jocks like this," Luke mumbled, sizing up one, then another, outrageously cool-looking jock. "Must be one cool dude."
"Tell ya the truth, dawg, I kinda think my dad is gay as fuck. Like father, like son, I guess. I mean, you know where they are this weekend? A nude beach in Rio. It was totally my dad's idea. There's way hot gay dudes in Rio, if you didn't know. It's the kind of place my dad always wants to go to. Paris, San Francisco, anywhere there is like a major community of hot young gay dudes. Plus, he always has these all-guy parties all the time, making my mom and I leave the place whenever his guy-friends come over. A few times we didn't get out fast enough, so we met some of his friends. Fuck, my gaydar went off the chart. And, like I said, keeps himself hella fit and looks amazingly young. Seriously, my dad's a hottie. Dresses like it, too. I'm positive he's way fuckin' gay on the down-low. But whatever, he sure as fuck has great taste in underwear!"
For the next twenty minutes they had a sexy, stoned romp playing "Dress the Stud," having Luke try on all sorts of very hot, skimpy undergarments. Luke liked so many of them. One was a cool, lo-rise, hi-cut one, with a grey pouch and a darker grey, wide-logo waistband, like the jock Logan had on. There were some others with wide-logo waistbands he liked, too Ð one hot one was very a very skimpy black pouch with a cool design on it that really set off his huge cock; it had a wide waist band with the phrase `Good Boys Gone Bad' in cool Gothic script. Luke was trying to make mental notes of styles and sizes and brands so he could order a few when he got back home.
"Put the ones that look hottest on you in a pile," Logan said at one point, "I want to take some pic's of you after while, if you don't mind. I gotta have some hot beefcake porn of you and your smokin' hot body in these sexy-ass jocks."
"Cool by me," Luke laughed, giddily, pulling on a pair of very tight, white, very short trunk-style underwear, "I'm flattered! Hey waddya think o' these?"
He turned and flexed and posed, the trunks fitting him like a second skin, showing that huge manaconda bulging long and thick out of the pouch. The underwear was a tight, perfect fit, a kind of minimalist setting to show off the glory that was Luke's body.
"Awesome, dude! You are so fucking hot, Luke. Your body is like so damn supreme. Perfect proportions, and carved as shit. Damn, do you ever get me hard."
Luke loved it. He stripped off the trunks, and strode over to give Logan a very sexy buddy-hug, massaging his new lover's stiff cock through the sexy bulge of his jock, and then reaching around, to sensuously stroke those firm, exposed cheeks.
"Back atcha, dude, cause you are so freakin' hot, too," Luke cooed, as he used his hands to sensuously delineate each gorgeous feature of Logan's beautifully sculpted torso. "I love how you have this totally sleek, lean-muscled body, with these ripped-as-shit abs and these awesomely pumped guns. Sooooo fuckin' sexy, dude. Then this gorgeous uncut cock, just pure freakin-licious. And these shaved-smooth pubes. You are like my wet-dream fantasy come to life, homie, seriously."
"Thanks, dawg," Logan said, melting under the worshipful touch of his new boyfriend, "but it's you, dude. No doubt."
Now it was Logan's turn to pay homage with sensual stroking. "These awesome, cut thighs, this unreal chest Ð your pecs are like so fucking hot! Ð and your arms, so damn pumped and shredded with all these awesome lickable veins. And this SWEET-fuckin' muscle-ass of yours . . . these glutes are like pure cut beef . . . fuck, what an ass! And then this freakin' thick uncut monster you got dangling down here, drivin' every dude nuts as fuck! Shit, son, seriously, where the fuck did you ever get such a huge, perfect cock? You are the total fuckin' package, stud. And then, on top of it all, drop-dead gorgeous face, the perfect all-American-boy sexy look."
Logan stroked Luke's cock and kissed his hard, nubby nipples, getting all heady with lust again for the naked, sculpted ideal he was enraptured by.
"Just good genes, I guess," Luke stammered, becoming all wonderfully hot and bothered again himself.
But Logan drew back; he had a point to make.
"No, really, dude. I'm serious. You are just amazing, like top one percentile of male beauty. You must know how every fucking straight girl and gay dude can't stop staring at you in school. Teachers, too. I mean, you're gonna be so fucking famous, not just cause you play awesome ball, but cause you are like a male icon of beauty. People are just gonna want you in the media so they can freakin' gaze on you all the time. Like Tom Fuckin' Brady, dude. You're gonna be able to write your own damn ticket, for sure."
They melted again in each other's arms Ð Luke loving the praise, which he'd never really gotten before from anyone but his relatives, plus so turned on by this amazingly hot stud; and Logan, still swimming over having naked male perfection here with him, to play with as much as he pleased.
Logan felt like Luke, having come out sexually like this just to him, was for now his own personal, undiscovered secret. He knew he couldn't hope to hold on to such an incredible sexual stud as Luke Brant, but he sure as fuck was gonna enjoy the time that the fine-ass hottie was all his own.
"Mmmmm, after we take pictures and shit, I totally want to fuck you again," Luke murmured, stroking and fondling Luke's cock and ass. Then he thought better and pulled back to add, with genuine innocence, "Uh, that is, if you don't mind, dude?"
"'Mind'? Fuck, son, you ain't leaving this condo til you've fucked me at least once in every damn room in the place."
They laughed and went back to the fashion show.
After a few more pieces of sexy underwear, Luke finally settled on what he thought was an amazing swimmer's jock, lo-rise in front, high in back, with a small, tight pouch that made his huge cock look sexy as hell; plus, it had these cool one-inch bands, waist and sides, that were cut in such a way the jock looked like an X' on him, hugging his narrow hips. Both he and Logan went nuts when Luke tried it on: that X' shape converging on his beautifully outlined, mesh-stretched cock Ð fuck, did he ever look hot in it.
"Jockstraps are so fuckin' sexy," Logan said, "I love hangin' out in `em."
"Me too," Luke said, turning this way and that in front of the mirror, marveling at how hot his body looked in the sexy jock he had on. "I wear `em at home all the time. I'm always exercisin' or posin' in my room, so it's like the natural thing to wear. My mom gets a kick out of it when I come down into the kitchen to get a drink just wearin' a jock. She likes to slap my ass!"
Logan laughed, imagining the scene. He loved how Luke was so fresh, so innocent, such a nature boy.
"You got a body that's fuckin' MADE to wear just a jock. So damn erotic seein' you in all these sexy straps! Can't wait to take those pics later!"
"Damn!" Luke turned and said, "I gotta say, Logan, I fuckin' LOVE this, man! Non-stop sex and sexiness, diggin' on each other's hard bodies, showin' off hot muscle and cock and ass to each other, getting' hard as fuck, feelin' that boy-cum churn, then fuckin' and suckin' and shit. Fuck, man, this is like some crazy-hot fantasy o' mine. Still can't believe we're freakin' doin' this!"
Logan sidled over and pressed Luke close to him, grinding their mesh-encased cocks together and letting his hands wander all over that smooth, hard-muscled expanse of exposed back, letting his hands finally drift down to Luke's perfect, round-muscled ass, running his fingers over the hard, smooth globes and up and down his crack, teasing his boy-hole, getting soft, sexy moans from the appreciative hunk.
As a well-worked, well-hung muscle-stud, Luke had a beautifully conditioned body that cried out for physically attentive worship, plus a huge, luscious cock that was always hungry for fun. All he'd been getting the past year, besides his usual routine of twice- or thrice-daily stroke sessions, was the occasional bored, rushed handjob from Janie Ð dubious sexual pleasure at best, totally ignoring the full range of exciting sexual possibilities his finely-tuned frame and enormous cock were built for. But it was al changing now, Luke thought, amazed.
"Here," Logan called, tossing Luke something from one of the shelves, "try this. Might be a little cool out there on the roof tonight!"
Luke saw it was an undershirt, but when he tried it on, he realized it was like none he'd ever worn or seen before. Beautifully tailored, it had thick shoulder straps and a square-cut front. It hugged him so damn tight, letting his pecs and hard-nubbed nips show through perfectly. The square cut top seemed sort of Ancient Roman to Luke, and combined with the X-shaped jock he had on he thought of himself as some young centurion having just taken his armor off, ready for a evening's sexy romp with one of his hard-carved fellow soldiers.
"Damn," Logan muttered from across the room, "is there anything that doesn't look hot on you?"
"Hey," Luke suddenly recalled, "speaking of taking pictures, I gotta show you somethin' I think you'll dig! Where's your laptop? There's a site with some pretty hot nude photos of me you might like!"
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