The Lost Bay Boathouse by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
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- Pot & Porn
Jax wants to take Robbie down to the dock and horse around in the water, nude, with his hot bro, soaking up all the gorgeous sun out there, but he wants Robbie all to himself a little longer. He knows the girls will hear their loud romping in the lake and, he assumes, want to come down and join them. Selfishly, he wants to stay naked and horny with his bud, in private like this, for as long as he can. He wants to celebrate the incredible gift of having this gorgeous boy alone with him at the cabin for two weeks. He wants these initial hours to be a tone-setter for them, to sound just the right, sexy keynote for the naked, indulgent celebration of hot jock dick and muscle he hopes the the next two weeks will prove.
So, instead of grabbing some towels and heading down for fun in the lake -- they'll have weeks of that, soon enough (without the girls, he thought pleasantly, just hot, naked, big-dicked muscle-boys only) -- Jax asks if they should smoke a couple bowls before they head out to the dock and the lake. Robbie is (as Jax knew his pothead bro would be) way down for that, so he leads them over to the couch in the living area at the back of the boathouse.
On the table in front of the couch, Jax keeps his laptop, his stash, the controller for the flatscreen (which also plays his laptop), and whatever current porn mag Jax is into. Jax's porn stash is exclusively gay, of course, has been for the past few years, but in the days before Robbie's arrival, Jax made sure to stash his usual stroke books on the table next to his bed, leaving out on the table something still sexy enough jack to, but which could conceivably pass as the kind of muscle-media a young straight jock, heavy into fitness and hard bodies, might have lying around. What he chose was a book of incredibly hot male fiteness photgraphy, by his favorite homoerotic photgrapher, Blue Boyd, who took the most amazing photos of gorgeous, super-sexy muscle-hunks. Any single photo in the book is hot enough to get a dude's dick stirring, and you can't get through even a third of the book without spilling major seed. The first section of the book, called Fashion,' is full of the advertising and book-cover work Boyd does, in which the hot-looking, big-dicked models are skimpily clad in jocks, lo-cut briefs or trunks. The next section of the book, called Flesh,' ups the ante -- it's a steamy collection of the photographer's male nudes, off-the-chart erotic to Jax. He's blown so many loads stroking to image after image of perfectly chiseled, achingly handsome studs with the most luscious cocks imaginable.
Jax gets some soft, sexy music playing on his laptop, then clicks on a YouTube video, which plays on the huge flatscreen on the wall, of this incredibly beautiful, amazingly muscular, Italian acrobat, who does all these super-sexy sort of Cirque Du Soleil routines on rings and poles, wearing hardly anything. And the micro-briefs he does wear are so sheer you can see every inch of the awesome uncut dick he's packing. It was one of the hot clips he liked to stroke to that he felt might even get a straight dude aroused. He was trying -- subtly, he hoped -- to get Robbie horned up for muscle and cock and totally receptive to boy-play.
"This dude's awesome!"
Robbie's eyes are glued to the hunky stud on the screen while Jax takes his stash out of a box on the coffee table.
"Incredible body! Fucking unreal how cut he is!"
Jax loads his pipe and fires up a bowl. After taking a couple hits, he passes it to his bro. After Robbie takes a couple hits, he notices the book on the coffee table. Hard to miss -- the cover features one of the hottest photos from the book -- an insanely carved dude, like instant hard-on hot; the photo showing his incredibly cut, nude torso from his stunningly handsome face to the start of what's obviously a thick, gorgeous cock (confirmed later, as the book contains the uncropped version of the cover picture). The photo was clearly taken after the cover model had been working out for a while, because the picture is all sweat-drenched, muscular male beauty.
Robbie's eyes lock on it for about half a minute.
"This looks tight."
After taking another puff and passing the pipe, he opens the book and begins to leaf through it, immediately struck by the mostly nude, soft-core gay-porn perfection of Boyd's photos of male beauty.
"DAMN! Are these dudes ever built! Fuck! Awesome book, Jax! Super sexy, bro!"
Jax loves that Robbie is instantly into it. He knew it might turn on a hot straight boy, as into muscle as he is. He takes another lungful, holds it in, and passes the pipe and lighter. When he lets out the lungful, he explains the book to his bud.
"Yeah, that shit's hella tight. It's a book by that fitness photgrapher whose work I post on my FB page some times. Dude's name is Blue Boyd, and he takes these amazing pictures of incredibly built fitness models. You know how into fitness I am, bro, and this dude's work is, like, fucking inspirational to me. These gorgeous dudes keep me totally on track with my training goals. It's like just looking at these totally jacked studs changes my brain to want to work out more intensely. Soaking up the hot photos of these amazingly built dudes, it's like an electric jolt that super-charges my testosterone. And like Coach says, testosterone builds muscle. This kind of muscle porn, dude, for me -- I mean, I can't really explain it, but it's like SEEING muscle helps GROW muscle for me."
"Well, dawg, it's obviously working for you cause you're getting fucking ripped. I mean, fuck, I guess you were ripped all semester, but since I saw you last, Jackson? Dude, you're getting fucking shredded!"
Robbie keeps flipping pages, spending a good minute or so on each photo. He's into the second part of the book now. He looks over at Jax, smiling.
"Damn, this guy is totally into nudes! I mean, fuck, not that I mind. This shit is totally hot. And clearly, he gets his models not only for their super-hot bodies but for their big fucking dicks."
Robbie looks down at his bro's hard on.
"Plus, I think seeing dick also grows dick, for you, dawg. I mean, fuck, bro -- you already got the biggest dick on the team, except for Coach, but I swear you're an inch longer and an inch thicker than last time I seen you."
Jax lets out a hoot. Robbie high-fives him, then looks his bro's naked muscle up and down, casting a worshipful eye on Jax's hard-cut perfection.
"And anyway, dude, you don't really need to visualize anything. You're already hot as fuck. Just keep doing whatever you're doing, and you'll be modeling for this dude next year."
Another puff, then a sigh from Jax.
"I wish!"
Both boys try to maintain their cool demeanour as Robbie keeps slowly flipping page after page of hot male nudes. One hot, ripped stud after another, all with beautifully carved bodies, firm, muscular asses, and, best of all, some of the longest, thickest, most mouth-watering cocks Jax has ever seen. Some soft and dangling, flopping down all thick and luscious, just begging to be sucked, some eye-poppingly hard and jutting, making Jax's ass tingle at the thought of riding one of those huge stud dicks.
Finally, Robbie has to say something. His voice sounds dry and raspy (is it from boy-lust or pot, Jax wonders) as he stammers out his praise of the photos.
"Fuck, these dudes are so damn ripped! And so fucking hung! This book is unreal sexy!"
"Yeah, bro. I LOVE this book. Keep it next to your bed, if you want. I look through it all the time. It, like, teaches me how to look sexy, if that makes sense. Gives me the sexiest muscle dudes in the world for role models, so I know how I want to look. Cause I seriously want to look as hot as these amazing studs."
"You're just about there already, dude, seriously. You're hot as fuck, Jackson."
Robbie keeps turning page after page. Jax sparks up another bowl, which Robbie takes willingly.
"Fuck, look at that dude! Those abs! Aw fuck! I LOVE super-cut washboard abs on a dude! Soooo fucking sexy."
"Your abs are hot as fuck, dawg."
Jax dares to lightly rub his fingers over Robbie's incredible eight-pack.
"Thanks, dawg. I work my abs every fucking day! I really want to get those deep, sexy grooves like this dude's got. Plus he looks so fucking sexy with that beard-scruff and his head buzzed. Fucking seriously gorgeous dude. And look at that cock, bro! Smooth, uncut, amazing foreskin, and so damn long and thick and sexy. I'm not gay, dude, but, damn -- I'd be on my knees in a second for that shit."
"You got that right!"
Robbie continues paging through the book.
"I LOVE how into muscle you are, Jackson! Vids and books and shit. Super-buff dudes with really tight bodies. That's what I dig, too, bro. Like you said, for inspiration."
Then Robbie turns to Jax excitedly.
"Dude! We totally have to take pictures of each other like these while I'm up here. We're both fucking studs, right? We deserve some hot naked muscle pics of us, don't we? Be so hot, trying to pose like this. I'd LOVE to see pics of you like this, dude!"
Jax loves Robbie being up here. He can feel his cock harden at the thought of an afternoon spent taking hot muscle porn photos of his gorgeous stud bro. And then posing for him (flirting with him, really).
"Sure, dawg. That sounds cool as hell."
Jax loads another bowl, and they pass the pipe, getting seriously buzzed off pot and porn as they keep turning the pages, ogling hot naked models and stroking themselves rock-hard.
"Look at that ass, man! So FUCKING hot! I'd tap that shit in a heartbeat!"
"Word! Perfect fucking ass! Hard and cut. All beefy, sexy muscle."
"Way hotter than a girl's ass. So damn sexy!"
"Looks like fucking chiseled sculpture. Such a hot fucking muscle-ass. Gets me hard as fuck!"
"I mean, look at those sexy dimples right above those smooth, hard, perfect cheeks. Aw fuck! Fucking scrumptious ass!"
"That dude is so fucking hot! Incredible abs, and look at that fucking dick! Fuck, is that a fine piece of jock meat or what?"
"Hell yeah! That stud is fucking perfect! Plus, it's so hot they show these dudes with their cocks hard so much. Awesome!"
They keep sparking Jax's pot, stroking their screaming hard dicks, and ogling naked muscle and hard thick cocks. This is how Jax spends a lot of time, but sharing it with his bro makes it crazy-hot.
Then they get to the last section of the book, called `Buds,' in which there are two or three hot studs in every photgraph, sometimes in just tight jeans, sometimes in briefs or jocks, and about half of them nude, in poses of scorchingly erotic intimacy, either hugging, or kissing, or lying together, sometimes jacking each other, or licking cock or muscle. There's even a subsection called 'Shower Buddies' of beautiful studs showering together, the spray adding a sexy nimbus to their already gorgeous bodies. Some of the shots show hot muscle studs lathering each other up, letting strong hands worship cut muscle, firm ass, and hard cock.
Both boys are now painfully hard. Jax's ballsac throbs with the need to shoot. There's precum glistening on each of their cocktips, and on Jax's a thin strand drips down.
Jax breaks the heavily charged silence between the boys, trying to normatize such hot gay porn.
"I really dig those shower shots. That's my dream -- that our team could be so comfortable with each other's bodies that we could help a buddy out in the shower like that. Like, when we shower from now on while you're up here, we gotta wash each other like that, right? Obviously, I mean, you can see, it's not a gay thing at all -- it's just, like, how fit dudes are the best at appreciating each other and all the hard work we do to get these tight-ass bodies. I mean we massage each other's muscle, right? Well, shit, the cock's a muscle, the glutes are a muscle. It's really no big deal, just, like, a massage."
Robbie's voice comes out dry and raspy again.
"Yeah. No doubt. `Shower Buddies,' that'd be awesome! Fuck, man, seriously. This book is amazing. This is what muscle is all about. Why it's so hot, and why we're obsessed with cutting cut. Plus, these pics show how awesome it can be when studs are alone together, worshipping muscle and shit. I fucking love this book, dude!"
Another page or two flipped through, more determined stroking. Another page, this one showing two muscle-studs embracing in the shower, their long, thick cocks erect and mashed against each other as they kiss passionately under the spray.
"Unreal! So fucking amazing! That dude's cock is so fucking hot! This photo is fucking gorgeous!"
Jax is stroking steady and determined, his eyes glued to Robbie's honey-glazed hard-on.
"Yeah, the male body is so damn gorgeous. It's all that power and strength coiled in those muscles, combined with all that beauty and grace."
Jax stops stroking to load another bowl. Then sparks, puffs, and passes it to his bro.
"I got another of his books, too. His latest one. The models are even hotter. Perfect bodies. Plus, this one's all nudes so you can really see the muscle development. Really sexy poses, too. Here, spark this bowl, and I'll go get it."
His hard, dripping cock throbs as he pads to his nightstand to get the book (his current choice for stroking in bed at night). He notices Robbie's glazed eyes are riveted on his hard, bobbing prick as he walks back to the couch.
Jax smiles to see how eager Robbie is to get his hands on the volume. He swipes it from his bro's hands, opens it on the table, and lets out a low, excited, immediate "Fuck!" when he sees the hot, hung, naked muscle dude on the glossy page in front of him. He takes another hit of the pot, then settles in to savor image after image of some of the most homoerotic male nudes ever photographed. His hand immediately returns to stroking his leaky hardness. Another hit of pot, more hot men, all while pleasuring that impressive young jock dick.
"Fuck, dude, this book is amazing! Thanks for hiping me to it!"
Then Robbie turns to Jax.
"Plus, it's so damn cool looking at hot muscle with you, dawg! Gets me so damn hard!"
"Yeah. Keep looking. It gets better and better. I'll load one more bowl."
He glances furtively at his bro as he cleans out his pipe. Robbie is hard as fuck. His cock is super-long, and it's so sexy to watch him work the foreskin back and forth over the head as his eager hand fists it. His dick isn't quite as thick as Jax's, but it's smooth and sleek, with that sexy curve to it. He loves how it juts up and curves back proudly, looking so damn fierce sitting atop that big, full ballsac. Jax wants nothing more than to get down on his knees in front of Robbie and spend an hour or so licking and sucking and making love to that awesome dick. Instead, he goes back to filling a bowl with nervous, lust-rattled hands.
Jax tries making a little small talk in order to keep his lust tamped down and prevent himself from doing something stupid like lunging at his jock-crush and maybe breaking the sexy b/b spell he's weaving.
"Damn, dude, we've been stroking all morning and we're still hard! We are clearly super studs!"
Robbie mumbles absently, too wrapped up in the pot, the naked muscle, and the stroking.
"Hell yeah, boys like us, into serious muscle-training? We're like walking hard-ons."
After he takes a hit off the pipe and passes it back to his hot, horny bro, Jax has a brainstorm to give the scene a further turn of the homoerotic screw. He wants to amp things up as steamy as possible, saturate his bud in naked male hardness, hoping his hot jock bro will just give in and go with the gay flow. It's `fish or cut bait' time, he figures.
He's a little nervous at what he has planned. They've never done any shit like this before -- jack together, let alone look at books full of hot male nudes -- but he thinks he's got a sense of just how far he can push things with Robbie, just where he can take the scene in order to have even sexier boy-play with his straight bro.
"Yeah, bro, I know how much you're into hot muscle, so I knew you'd love that book. Totally choice. Hey dude, speaking of hot fitness models -- you into muscle porn clips?"
Jax notices Robbie's ears obviously perk up, because he finally can tear his eyes away from page after page of gorgeous, hung, naked studs.
"No, dawg, what's that?"
Jax is so amped, being naked and hard together like this, with his gorgeous muscle-hottie bro. He knows they'll be fucking and sucking soon, he just knows it. He feels it in his muscles and hard cock -- it's like his body has taken over, and is maneuvering the two of them into a young boy's body's most basic desire.
He carefully sets up his next move.
"Clips of dudes with killer bodies, who pose and flex and muscle-worship themselves, then work their big-ass dicks. Like what we're doing now. I discovered this shit by accident last year, searching for hot muscle sites to help me work my body. Tons of hot models do such awesome clips. They're all over the internet cause who wouldn't want to watch shit like that? I think you'll dig it. It's even hotter than that book. I mean, imagine if the dudes in that book could actually come to life and you could watch `em really work those sexy bodies?"
As Jax fiddles with the laptop in front of him, to find a hot gay solo clip, he keeps up his `casual' banter.
"I almost always have clips like this playing in my room. Kind of like my kind of wallpaper, you know? And then, when I'm horny after lifting or a run or something and need to nut, I can just start stroking to whatever's playing. I mean, ordinary porn with pussy and all is cool, too, of course, but jacking to cut muscle studs? I mean, it's like with that book there -- something about a beautifully worked dude's body, right? Seeing it flex and ripple and stroke and shit? Fuck, I won't front, dude. It's way hot! And it's subconscious, like the book, really helps subliminally motivate me to step up on each workout. Lets me visualize, you know? I think of these clips as, like, my extreme workout tapes."
He finds one he thinks will be perfect. It always has him shooting in like a minute.
Robbie seems intrigued, because he's not even looking at the fitness book any more, just slowly stroking that big, hard dick of his while (Jax notices) keeping his gaze trained on his best bud's naked muscle.
"Sounds hot, bro. Let's see one. I'm seriosuly horny as fuck right now from all the pot and muscle. My nuts are like throbbing with cum, dude. I need to blow another load, like, five minutes ago."
Then Robbie reaches over and, to Jax's thrilled surprised, lets his hand play softly across Jax's back and biceps.
"Dude, I seriously dig stroking with you! So damn much better to jack with another hot bro. Fucking LOVE seeing you work that cock of yours, dawg. That bad boy of yours gets SO damn big when it gets hard! Fucking awesome!"
Now he's really muscle-worshipping Jax's biceps and chest. Jax puts his hands behind his head, so Robbie has access to his hard-carved chest and pits. Robbie gets the idea and lets his fingers play across his bro's pecs and nips, down his abs and up to trace the sparse dusting of hair Jax has under his arms.
"You are seriously so fucking sexy, dude! Fucking pure prime beef! And I LOVE watching this freaky-hot muscle ripple and pump as you stroke that big fucking cock!"
Then he looks dead-on in Jax's eyes, his voice getting lower.
"Bro, it's so damn tight that two straight jock studs like us can, like, evolve our friendship to include this kind of muscle-play. So fucking hot, man!"
"Hell yeah! Totally hot, bro, finally having a j/o buddy! I can jack this stud cock of mine like five, six, seven times a day when I'm super-horny. We gotta watch it, or we're gonna be spending all our time jacking with each other up here!""
Then he give his bro a mock-punch in his beautifully worked abs, making sure his hand brushes his bro's stiff prick.
"You're gonna have to get used to my sex drive, dude, while you're up here with me. See if you can keep up!"
Robbie wags his cock at his friend.
"This fucking stud-jock man-cock will have your little worm all soft and shrivelled up waaaayyyy before I'm done for the day, dawg."
Jax grins. His hands are shaking with how desperately he wants to take Robbie in his arms and kiss him. Then suck all the boy-cream he can out of that gorgeous cock.
He clicks on one of the hottest solo sessions in his porn library, with flat-out the most gorgeous gay porn-star he knows -- Faro DeLong.
The clip starts and he sits back on the couch, so close to Robbie their asses and thighs touch.
"This is so hot, dude. You're gonna love this shit."
"Fuck, I already love it! Dude is fucking ripped! And gorgeous as fuck! Plus his cock is unreal big and thick! And, damn, that sweet foreskin! You call it `muscle porn,' but this is, like, gay porn, right? Cause I can't front, dude, gay porn is this straight boy's guilty pleasure!"
Jax fist-bumps his bro.
"Truthfully? I think it's every straight boy's guilty pleasure."
Robbie smiles slyly at Jax.
"And you heard Janey earlier -- hell, even bi girls think gay porn is the shit!"
The clip starts with Faro nude. He's nicely tanned, maybe 25, dark buzzed hair, sexy beard scruff on a gorgeous Italian Stallion face. His oiled-up body is pure muscle, zero percent body fat -- so cut, so ripped, it makes Jax hard instantly.
He's wearing just a jock, and it seems spray-painted onto his thick, massive cock. His body ripples and flexes in erotic perfection as he sensuously let his hands play over his abs, pecs, and arms, then back around to work his ass.
At first the vid seems like it's just a gorgeous muscle-stud in a jock, showing off his hot body, flexing and posing in front of a camera.
But it gets really hot almost instantly. Faro turns his back to the camera to show off a perfectly sculpted muscle-ass, then parts those firm, fur-dusted cheeks to show a hairy hole with a tight, delicious-looking pucker, which he proceeds to stroke and tease, slurping his finger in his mouth now and then to get it more lubed, so he can poke and play and tease his hole shamefully.
Robbie just groans. Jax sees precum now leaking steadily out of his bro's rock-hard cock.
"FUCK!"
Jax scoots his butt even closer to Robbie, so now their arms are also touching. He moves his leg and foot right up next to his bro's, then lifts his leg and crosses it with his bro's, so his big, bony bare foot is on the other side of Robbie's, pulling him even closer. Robbie turns and grins and scoots his ass even closer to Jax's.
"Yeah, dawg! Might as well get comfortable!"
Faro is now tweaking at an already hard nipple with one hand, as his other traces down his ripped washboard to that huge, bulging, mesh-stretched jock pouch, which he starts tracing sexily up and down. Robbie again cries out, breathlessly.
"FUCK!!!"
Jax sees Robbie is rock-hard, fisting his cock with one hand and playing with his ballsac with the other. Jax remembers the first time he saw this video, how hard he got wondering whether that hot stud was going to just tease the viewer or would he pull that huge cock out and start stroking.
He does, of course. Smirking sexily for the camera, Faro whips it out from the straining pouch and begins to work a long, incredibly thick, darkish-olive colored, absolutely luscious uncut cock -- stroking it, fondling it, letting his finger play up and down the shit, gripping his shaft and playing with the foreskin, pulling it, pinching it, playing his finger under the meaty hood, doing what any dude watching the clip would want to do to that huge, gorgeous, nine-inch dick.
Robbie is beside himself. Jax can feel the boy's body tremor.
"AW, Jesus Fuck! Hot as fucking shit, dude! My cock is going to fucking explode! This dude is soooo fucking hot, it's unreal!"
"Tell me about it, dude."
Jax knows by heart what happens in the rest of the clip -- the stroking, the lip-licking, Faro teasing his hard nipples, stroking his cock even thicker and longer, jostling his ballsac, then fingering his hole wantonly while he strokes that huge cock to an amazing climax, shooting load after load of the thickest, creamiest cum he's ever seen in a porn vid all over his ripped washboard, then scooping up cum and sucking his fingers clean.
But Jax isn't watching the screen any more. He's watching his gorgeous bro's beautifully cut body flex and writhe as his hand furiously beats that hard, jutting, beautifully curved cock that Jax wants to engulf with his hungry mouth. Robbie starts playing with his own sac, like Jax knows Faro is. Their thighs, crossed now, are so close together Robbie can't help brushing Jax's cock with the back of his hand as he plays with his nutsac.
Then a jolt of electric lust courses through Jax as he sees his best bud -- eyes glazed at this glorious image of hard-core, gay, pure masculine sexuality on the screen before him, still stroking madly with one hand -- let his one hand slide off his balls to stroke his taint while he fists his dick, then go even lower to play with his hole.
Jax is hard and moaning as he watches Robbie finger himself with one hand and jack that gorgeous teen cock with the other. Robbie lays back against Jax's shoulder, the back of his hand still frotting Jax's cock, while he blissfully finger-bangs himself and jacks that big, hard, dripping dick. He feels like he's a hidden camera, spying on one of Robbie's most intimate, secret stroke sessions. Fuck is this dude ever sexy!
Jax can't take any more.
"Fuck, dawg! Gonna shoot!"
Robbie looks over as his bro shoots his load.
"Fuck yeah! Cum for me, bro! Spill it, dude! FUCK YEAH!"
And then Robbie's own anguished, gasping cry.
"Aw damn, dude! Gonna cum! Fuck!"
And that gorgeous cock of his bro's erupts again. Spurt after spurt, Jax watches, shooting in ropes from the boy's dick, as those perfect abs clench so beautifully.
Both boys sit back, spent.
Jax's thigh is still crossed over Robbie's. He's got an arm around his bro's bare shoulders, pulling him close, and with his other hand, he idly traces a line of cum down Robbie's cut abs.
In a sort of boy-lust daze, they both watch Faro fingering his ass as he jacks his enormous cock. Suddenly, a strained smile stretches the porn-star's mouth and with a stifled cry, his own huge cock gushes out load after load in thick, white torrents, all over those incredible abs and pecs. Faro smiles at the camera and fingers up his load, savoring the taste.
Totally spent, Robbie turns to his bro, just inches away from him. Jax loves the way their bodies are pressed so close together. Robbie smiles.
"You realize the girls totally wouldn't understand this shit -- us jacking together to hot gay porn. They'd think this was gay as fuck, but they'd be so damn wrong about that. It's only cause we're both so damn straight that we can do shit like this like it's no big thing."
He unconsciously strokes Jax's big, cut thigh as he continues.
"And fucking fuck, bro, this is what hot straight dudes like us should be doing on the regular! You know? I mean, we got these prime fucking fucksticks. We gotta work `em out every chance we get! Seriously, Jax, so fucking hot to have a jack-off buddy, dawg, I can't even tell you. I mean, us taking our friendship to this level? Hell, that's worth the whole vacation to me, right there! I hate those fucking dry spells with Cat. Now -- fuck, are we ever gonna be two totally satisfied straight boys!"
Robbie pulls Jax close to him for a quick, intimate bro-hug to punctuate his last comment.
Both boys get up off the couch. Robbie stands in front of Jax, and Jax pulls his boy into another bro-hug, nuzzling his face next to Robbie's, in the closest thing a straight boy can get to kissing another boy.
Jax holds the hug, loving the way their cum-slimed cocks mash together. He realizes they must look like two of the muscle studs in Blue Boyd's book. Still relishing the feel of cum-slick cock-on-cock, he lets his hands wander down Robbie's back to cup that smooth, firm perfect ass. He whispers hoarsely in his bro's ear.
"Fuck yeah! About fucking time we man up and get into the serious stud shit! It's gonna be such a tight vacation with you, dude! And seriously, I got a bunch of gay stroke magazines and comics and shit in my room, plus tons of clips on my laptop. Didn't know you'd be into gay porn, too!"
He tousles Robbie's cute new haircut.
"You constantly amaze me, dawg! Fuck, is this gonna be an awesome two weeks!"
"You keep your porn stash here in the boathouse?"
"Fuck yeah. My mom never comes up here. In fact, she rarely uses the cabin any more. I stay here in the boathouse when I'm at the lake, so I keep my porn up here, my pot, my weights, my jocks, sexy underwear -- everything a hot horny boy needs for his `me' time!"
All this talk about porn, and of course the randy teens start getting hard again. Robbie's stiff young prick curves gracefully up, his uncut head pointing back against his cut abs, in a sweeping, luscious arc that has Jax drooling. He loves how his bro's cockhead, even when he's totally hard like this, is still covered by that sexy foreskin.
Jax's fully extended meat juts straight up -- fierce, proud and massive, like a warrior's spear. He notices Robbie can't take his eyes off it; no surprise, Jax think, I've been blessed with such a thick man-cock. He loves how his big cock-tip pokes three-quarters out from his fleshy hood. And he knows how hot his ballsac looks, too, like two dusky-rose eggs, just begging to be tongued.
Robbie, nervous and dry-mouthed, is the first to break the silence of their gazes. He tries to shake himself out of his lust-daze.
"Shit, dawg, it's going to be amazing tonight. The four of us all naked and horny! I'm hard again already just thinking about it. I guess that drive up made me hornier than I thought."
"Fuck, I could rub out another, easy."
"You read my mind, dude. Let's go for it. Where's that porn stash of yours?"
"I keep all my stroke mags next to my bed, and I got a ton of hot clips on my laptop. All of it seriously gay and seriously hot."
"Oh hell yes, dude. Damn, not sure why, but that gay shit's ALL I stroke to. I haven't jacked to straight porn in like forever. It's boring as fuck. I want hot shit that gets me off fast and hard. I feel the same as you: I bet every other hot, straight, muscle-jock on the team is just like us, jacking to nothing but hot dudes."
Jax is so glad the ice has been broken regarding gay porn.
"I hear that, bro! Naked muscle and hard cock gets me dripping immediately."
Robbie gives Jax a wink and a high-five.
"Damn, I should have known a horny jock muscle boy like you would be into gay porn, too."
"Seriously! The porn of choice for hot dudes into hard muscle. Look through my stack and pick out something that looks hot."
While Robbie excitedly looks for some porn they can stroke to, Jax gets an idea. He pulls his silver cock ring out of the box on the coffee table where he keeps his stash.
"Dude, I haven't showed you this yet."
Robbie comes back with a stack of stroke mags.
"Your cock ring! Awesome! So cool you got one. I'm totally getting one when I get back home. Put it on while we stroke now. I wanna see that big-ass dick of yours when it gets even bigger and harder!"
Jax stands up and nimbly pulls his big sac, then thick cock, through the ring, then cinches it around the base of his cock. He poses for an impressed Robbie, who shyly traces his finger around it, then over his balls, then down his shaft. As if it's no big thing, Jax thinks, excitedly.
"FUCK! Do you ever look hot in that, Jax! Fucking porn star, dawg! Seriously! Hey, dude, you gotta let me take that thing out for a spin tonight with the ladies! I wanna last for at least an hour while I hit your girl's pussy."
Jax laughs. Then sits down in front of his pot.
While Jax rolls a joint, Robbie looks through the porn he's brought over to the table -- a heady mix of stroke mags featuring hot-muscled, big dicked dudes on the covers, as well as a bunch of outrageously hot-looking gay comics, all featuring nude, beautifully ripped super-heroes with huge, over-sixed cocks on the cover. Jax finishes rolling the joint, sparks it, and turns to find Robbie already stroking his thick, hard, luscious length to a gay comic.
Jax passes him the joint, and Robbie looks up from his comic to take it, a big grin on his face.
"Dude! Where did you ever get such hot shit as this comic? It's got me hard as fuck! I fucking love it!"
"Me too, man! I can't get enough of those comics. I got a ton back home. I buy them at this really cool gay bookstore I found downtown. It's where I bought my cock ring. They've got all sorts of gay porn -- DVDs, books, mags, and these comics, which are my favorite. I gotta take you to this store when we get back to the city. You'll love it! It's run by this totally hot couple -- an older dude who is like porn-star hot, beautifully muscled and handsome as fuck, and his husband, this twenty-something dude who's got, like, a total jock-crush on me. They always flirt with me when I'm in there. I mean, I guess I flirt with them, too, cause I always like, dress super-sexy when I go there. I mean, I love being flirty!"
"It's hot as fuck getting cruisy with gay dudes! Makes me feel so sexy! Just imagining all the hot places we could take things."
"Tell me about it! Plus, I think they get a kick out of a highschool jock like me shopping there. They're always inviting me over for dinner. I think they want to seduce me or something. David, the older dude, has promised me a job there next summer, when I turn 18. I can't wait!"
"These comics are the hottest porn I've ever seen, dude. Can't wait to see the rest!"
They pass the joint pack and forth and watch as Robbie leafs through the pages, both boys commenting on particularly hot drawings of gorgeous muscle boys with huge uncut cocks and big, oversized ball-sacs, or huge cocks spurting a ton of cum.
The joint finished, Robbie closes the comic and turns to Jax.
"So what is it, do you think? Why do straight, jock studs like us, with girlfriends, get so fucking turned on by gay porn?? I mean, it's been the absolute only thing I stroke to since I was like 13."
Jax ponders for a bit, feeling the buzz from the pot overtake him, loving the sight of his bro's gorgeous naked muscle and long, hard cock, fully erect now, tip glistening with a thick sheen of pre-cum. Jax certainly knows why a young gay dude like himself is into gay porn, but he tries to put himself in Robbie's place and articulate a straight boy's fascination with gay porn.
"I think, there's so much drama with girls, you know? So the idea of just dudes, doing all this hot, physical, insanely sexy stuff, is like a refuge, an oasis. Plus, we never seem to get the kind of sex we really want with them. I mean, I'm like zero satisfied with Janey. Seriously. It's been pretty much a bust for me, despite how much I like her as a person. I'm thinking we'll do the break-up thing when I get back to the city later this summer, cause I'm fucking going crazy without sex. What about you?"
"It's probably better with Cat than Janey. But not much. She's too much of a little freak. Like you say, not into the real sex a dude craves. I mean, like I said earlier, she'll finger-fuck me, which is totally hot, of course. But all she really wants me to do is eat pussy and tongue her tits. Again, it's kinda hot, but some serious fucking would be nice, you know? Let alone, like you say, rimming and ball-play and muscle worship and really hot cock-sucking. What Cat and I got is just not at all what I thought sex was supposed to be."
Jax wanted to blurt out what he hoped was the real truth.
"Dude, maybe you're realizing your gay! Like me! Discovering it's only sex with boys that will ever really satisfy you!"
But what if Robbie just laughed at him? Or worse, screwed up his face in a look of disgust? He couldn't take that. So instead he kept up the bro-patter.
"Exactly! And that's what gay porn is -- 100% what we thought sex was supposed to be. Hard-core. The kind of sex dudes crave. Especially hot-muscle, big-dick dudes like us. The dudes we see in porn are like us: super-hot-looking, insanely cut muscle, super-hard cocks, smooth, firm ass. So the dudes have the bodies we got, and the other dudes treat those bodies the way we want to be treated -- worshipping that body, licking it all over, sucking that cock, rimming that hole. Plus the dudes offer each other these sweet, tight holes to fuck as long and as hard as they want."
Does Robbie get what I'm saying, Jax wonders.
Robbie opens another comic.
"Fuck is this hot!"
Jax scoots next to him and holds one half of the comic, while Robbie holds the other, so they each have a free hand to stroke while they devour the incredibly sexy, outrageously gay erotica.
The next few minutes are punctuated with "Fuck, this dude draws muscle and cock so hot!" "Damn, dude, look at the huge uncut cock! Aw fuck!" "Sweet, look at that hot muscle ass and that tight little pucker!" "Fuck, there's cum all over the dude's face and pecs -- so damn hot!" "Damn, even I'd suck a cock like that!"
Jax has to put down his side of the comic.
"Fuck, bro, gonna cum again!"
"Stand up, bro! Jack that big fucking dick in front of me! Put on a sex show for me! Like those hot muscle-stud strippers I watch all the time online! Lemme see that big fucking stud dick of yours shoot with that sexy fucking cock ring on!"
Jax stands right in front of Robbie, who's madly stroking himself, watching his gorgeous, hard-bodied bro jack that huge, thick cock. So smooth and luscious-looking, and just so damn sexy the way that shaft curves back towards Robbie's abs. Jax could only thick how hot that sexy curve would feel plowing his ass. He bet that sweet, sexy curve would let the cockhead hit his love-nut just right.
Jax looked up from Robbie's cock to see his bro's gaze locked on his cock, which he knew looked sexy as fuck with that silver ring cinched around the base. Robbie looked wild with lust and started shouting again.
"So hot, dude! So fucking hot! Jack that fucking cock, stud! Such an awesome fucking cock, bro! So fucking beautiful. Big-ass dick! And those big, juicy balls! So fucking hot!"
Jax's abs tense, his jaw clenches, and he unloads another huge load all over Robbie's chest and abs and cock.
Robbie starts whooping, fisting himself furiously.
"So hot!"
He uses Jax's cum as a lube, scooping it up from his chest and eight-pack and adding it to the creamy gobs already coating his hard cock. To finish off his stroke session, he lets one hand trail down to work his boy-hole.
Jax loves it.
"So hot, Robbie! Love watching you stroke that hot cock and tease your boy-hole!"
"Gonna cum, bro!"
"Fuck yeah! Spill your seed, dude!"
And Robbie erupts.
When he catches his breath, he smiles up at Jax and just mouths the word `Awesome!'
Jax pulls him up off the couch into another jock embrace, so he can again mash their cum-covered cocks together and cup each other's smooth muscle-butts.
Robbie's long, thick cock pressed tight against his felt incredible. He wanted to pull his bro down on the couch with him so they could get into some really sexy boy-play. But instead he just held his bro, rubbing his hands softly over that smooth, firm ass.
Jax knew damn well why he loved this -- their bodies, their sex, so close and intimate -- but that a straight boy like Robbie seemed to enjoy it to? Sex was more a continuum than strict binaries, he was learning. Just look at Janey and Cat, who moved so effortlessly from boy/girl sex to girl/girl. Maybe boys like Robbie could do that, too, just as easily.
Jax knew, though, that he himself had become pretty firmly fixed on boy/boy sex. And he knew, too, he was jealous; he wanted, hoped so desperately for, Robbie to be gay, too. To be as exclusively into boys as he was. But so far, that wasn't really happening. Robbie was still all pussy-this and pussy-that. But for now, he'd take all the bi-curious flirting Robbie seemed down for.
A quick bro-kiss on the side of Robbie's face, which Robbie is only too happy to return.
They both continue to hold their embrace. Jax hopes it's because Robbie loves the feeling of their cocks pressed together as much as he does. Robbie even nuzzles his lips next to Jax's ears, telling him what an awesome friend he was, super, the best. Jax could feel his own dick, pressed so beautifully tight against his bro's, getting hard again. He knew he had to break up this incredibly sexy bro-hug before he really sported serious wood, which might make him subject to Robbie's teasing about how his sexy-ass body sure got Jax hard as fuck, so he slipped out of his boy-crush's embrace.
The two spent jocks just sigh in bliss. Finally Jax feels obliged to say that they really should get down to the lake.
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