Posing

We lie there stroking each other's bodies in the after-haze of passion.

Jack jumped up, excitedly. I just kept lying there, watching that hard, ripply stud move. He turned to me.

"Come on, Tom, I'm serious. I want to be out with you. Just be together with you somewhere, man."

I jumped up and hugged him, so our half-hard dicks could press together, and rubbed his luscious triceps up and down.

"Damn, dude," I said. "You are too fuckin' cool. OK, what time's your afternoon weight session at?"

"Not til 3:30. Hey, you're gonna come lift with me, right?" Our cocks were still pressed tight together. He was fondling my asscrack and kissing my neck.

"Sure. You're gonna get me big and beefy like you, right?" I laughed. He slapped my ass and went to find his shorts.

"So, where should we go on our first official 'date'?"

"I got a great idea," I said. It just came to me. I began to pack my tanning mat, towel, suntan lotion, and art supplies.

"How about a couple of hours of laying out in the sun and letting me sketch you?"

"Sounds cool as hell, but damn, man, I don't think I have a swimsuit. Can I wear gym shorts?"

I laughed to myself, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

"Uh, sure. Gym shorts are fine, I guess." It was all I could do to keep from losing it. I pulled on my cargo shorts, and we flew out the door. Jack held me close, arm around my ass, rubbing it, as we strode through the dorm halls. We were both so damn high on all this.

Bareass Beach is just a short walk from our dorm, which is right on the river; you just follow the river parkway, about a mile or so, then traipse through a wooded area that comes out to (usually) a field of men in various states of undress and lewd positions. On the walk, we talked about weights and the team and upcoming classes, holding each other close as we walked. And then, strolling through the woods, I think Jack could tell something was up. There were seven or eight other male couples, coming and going. Most smiled at us or nodded as they went past.

"What the fuck is this?" Jack laughed, "Gay Day on the river?"

I laughed and squeezed the beautifully firm muscle of one of his ass-cheeks.

We turned the corner of the trail, and there in front of us was a scene that made Jack pull up. It was particularly crowded on the beach in the early afternoon, a beautifully sunny, warm, late June day. Most guys were nude--lounging, strolling, playing frisbee, laying out, kissing, stroking; there was even a pick-up volleyball game down on one end. Dicks wagged and bounced and dangled everywhere, when they weren't covered by just a thong.

"Jesus fuck!" Jack cried, almost soundlessly. He turned to me and grinned. "It's like an outdoor locker room, only with the whole team gettin' into each other!"

I dropped my back pack and gave him a strong, luscious hug, delirious to be here, where I'd only ever been alone before, with this kickass stud.

"Thanks for bringing me here, dawg," he said gleefully. "This place fucking rocks!"

"Come on," I ran ahead, stripping my shorts off as I ran. "Let's find a spot to set up."

We laid out our towels and mat; Jack was still ogling everywhere like a kid who'd discovered his first porn stash

"Lie down," I said, "I'll do you, then you me."

He spread out on his stomach, and as I squirted lotion in my palms, I gazed at this gorgeous specimen of athleticism in front of me. How the hell had this happened, I kept wondering. The male ideal I've been carrying in my head for so many years. I started on his shoulders, slowly kneading sunscreen into them, tracing those beautifully firm mounds and curves over and over. Jack was purring with soft pleasure, succumbing to the sun, the sand, the water, the riot of male flesh, and my sensual rubbing.

"God, I'm hard already!" he moaned in slurred, delicious agony.

Then, I moved down to those thick, powerful calves.

"Hey, what position do you play, anyway?" I wondered aloud as I made love to his gorgeous legs.

"Tight end, why?" I cracked up. He turned around. "Don't laugh, you fuck. I scored twelve touchdowns last year." He turned back around, "Jesus, Tommy, you have a filthy mind."

I snorted and moved up to those carved marble thighs, slow and lingering, teasing him by letting my fingertips just slightly brush his crack and nutsac.

"Oh God," he grunted. "Oh Tom, your touch is velvet, man.

Then I squirted a little more lotion on my fingertips and got ready for some serious work on that ass. I straddled the back of his legs, and with my thumb, I rubbed up and down in the groove of his ass.

"Oh yeah, dude, oh yeah, go for it!"

His balls made a huge lump right under his asscrack, and then there was that thick, veiny hunk of meat pressed flat against the mat, stretching halfway down his thigh. I nestled my balls on the full ridge of his cock-tip, placed the shaft of my own raging hard-on against his, and fit my cockhead snug up against his big ballsac. Then I began to work my thumb up into his hole.

"Oh, stud, oh fuck, that's wonderful! Oh God! Oh Tommy," he moaned, "oh I wish you could fuck me right here!"

I was now stroking in and out with both thumbs, stopping every once in a while to tickle his nutsac.

"OK, turn over, stud, I'll do your front."

Jack slowly flipped his muscled frame, like a luxuriant cat. His huge, spronging shaft trailed a noticeable string of precum along with it, the other end stuck to the straw mat.

I straddled his front this time, pressing his full, wet cock up against his abs with my own leaky shaft, scrunching in so our two full sets of nuts could rub against each other. Then I leaned down and kissed him. "This is so fucking great," I whispered.

"Oh man, tell me about it. Like, best ever? Great date, by the way," he laughed. I rose up and looked down at that sweet, all-American face.

"All right, time for your front, stud." While wriggling my dick against his, I spent a couple glorious minutes on the slabs of his pecs, rubbing over and over. I set up a nice rhythm: circling his big pecs while my hips caused our cocks and balls to grind maddeningly. Then I settled in to work his tits. Squirting a bit more lotion, I took each little eraser point in my fingers and pulled and twisted, keeping up my cockplay.

I watched that hard, young jock writhe below me in ecstasy, mouth open, head shaking back and back.

"Oh God, Tom!" he cried, "what a fucking cocksman you are! Oh, dude, oh, I can't help it, I'm gonna squirt!"

He tensed, and I watched a huge load pump all over his chest. His body twitched hard with each spurt, causing me to lose it right then, too. We got our breath, and I rubbed the sticky cream all over his chest, mixing it with the lotion. God damn, we sure were having some hot fucking sex.

"Oh, that was bliss, you sexy damn fucker!" he mumbled from cloud nine.

I rose from him, looked down at gleaming athletic perfection, filed the image away, and said, "Let me just finish your legs and cock, then you can do me."

As I straddled his head to bend forward to put lotion on his still thickened dick, he pushed my ass down so he could take my own thick rod in his mouth. He reached up his other massive forearm, planted his fingers firmly in my ass, and tongued and licked and slurped my cock, while I worked lotion all over his rock-hard dick. He got into some serious up and down sucking, and I pumped him like crazy, until I shot a couple more loads into his hungry lips. I pulled out of his mouth and kissed him. Our tongues swirled around what was left of my cream, as we moaned like two cats in heat.

Then I flipped around and finished his dick. I spread lotion on his front thighs with one hand, as I slowly polished that flared head I had sketched so many times last night. I watched his nuts pull up soon, and then he shot. I rubbed it over his dick and balls, as he laughed in ecstasy, "God damn, Tommy, this is like sex heaven! God, I've never had so much sex in one day in my life!"

A little more lotion on his lower legs, and it was my turn. As we switched positions, I finally noticed all the eyes on us. No wonder: Jack was easily the best-looking guy on the beach. No male with a pulse could keep his eyes of that perfectly-etched form. Plus, our sex show was as hot as any I'd seen on that beach. There were smiles, a few 'thumbs up' signs, and some waves. Jack took a deep bow, then gave a quick wag of his thick floppy cock. A few hoots from the crowd, and then he got to work on me.

He squirted some lotion on his hands, then muttered, "Aw shit, Tom, this is so fucking great. It's like you've found the sex switch in me and flipped it from off to on. I feel so myself, so comfortable now, after the weird tension of the past couple years. God, I've fantasized about hanging with a man like this," and then he laughed and slapped my ass again, "but not like THIS, of course, not in my wildest, secretest daydreams. Aw dude, it's just so great being with you." He bent down and kissed me, then got to work on me. It was his turn to straddle me with his massive form, digging his dick right into my crack. He started on my shoulders, making those "mmmmm" sounds.

"You really do have some good definition, you know" he mentioned, as he went over my shoulders and lats and tri's. "It's not gonna take much work at all to make these babies pop out more. Aw, it's gonna be great to have a gym buddy, dude. Mmmm, I'm thinkin' of bein' in the locker room with you, the weight room, sauna, showering with you. Oh shit, that's gonna be so hot! We are gonna have some times in there man, you wait!" His fantasies had him (and me) rock hard again. He bent down and whispered in my ear, "When we get back to our room, I'm gonna get my first piece of real ass!"

Then he scooted farther down my legs, in position to rub lotion on my buns.

I could hear him loudly lick his lips, "Mmmmm, and a prime piece of hot stud boy-ass it is, too!"

With that, he dove down and started to give me the first rim job he'd ever given anyone.

"Oh yeah, dude, do it!" I cried, pushing my ass up to meet his eager tongue, and writhing it around against his face. Jack slurped and tongued and kissed like a pro. He was going on pure instinct, what he'd always wanted done to him. He pulled my cheeks apart so he could get his tongue in deeper. Finally he pulled off.

"Oh shit, man, we gotta stop. Fuck, I'm like a kid with a new toy. But you've got to sketch, and then we've got to go back to the room and fuck, and then lift."

"Yeah, tough life," I sighed. "Dirty job, but so on and so forth."

"Damn," Jack remarked as he rubbed the lotion onto my ass and thighs. "I just noticed: you have no tan line. You shit, you must come here a lot. Dang, I want to look like that, too. Fuck, the guys in the locker room will go nuts. I'll look like some porn star!"

"Any morning or afternoon you want, dude, let's hit the beach. I love this scene. Love drawing it, love being here," and I looked back at him, "'specially now, man. And hey, dumbass, you already look like a porn star!"

"All right, flip. A quick rub on your other side, then get to work and draw me. Make me look like a fucking sex god, like only you can!" he laughed.

"Shit, man, that ain't too hard. Just look around, dude, hardly anyone can keep his eyes off you. You are absolute naked, hard, big, lean, male lust fantasy. You are the ideal of every fucking guy on this beach." It was true, most every guy who wasn't lying back, eyes closed, soaking up sun, was either outright staring or sneaking peaks at the prime beef rubbing me down. He stood up to put on a little posing show, and I watched, too: that huge chest, just right, not too bulky, with beautifully defined pecs, those gorgeously huge arms, that thin lean waist, with those deeply grooved abs (those alone, writhing like they were, were probably supplying half the guys here with a nice supply of jackoff material), and that full, thick, swinging dick, all sitting on those Michelangelo thighs and calves. Fucking perfection. Damn, was I ready to sketch.

We got back to the room later than we wanted. I had filled up half a sketchbook with some incredible drawings, my style getting a little freer, but just as precise. People dropped by to watch me sketch (or maybe just get closer to the muscle-king of the beach). I got lots of compliments. One guy, an older, beautifully-tanned man with thick, longish, hip-looking grey hair and sunglasses, jogged over to his beach bag and then came back and handed me a card. "I'd like to buy some of your work, if you're selling," he said.

Jack gave a big grin. "Oh he's selling. You should see his stuff, man. Incredible."

"I'd like to. Call me soon, and we'll set something up," he smiled, and then he, my first fucking patron, maybe, walked away. I was stunned.

"Ha-ha," Jack laughed. "I told you, dude. You're a genius. You're gonna be famous, Tom. Everyone's gonna want your work."

Then he gave a smirky shit-eating grin, and rubbed his hands seductively down his body, waggling his cock at me.

"And it was my stud torso that did it! Don't you ever forget you fuck. I'm your muse. I made you, and I can fucking break you!"

We cracked up, packed up, then returned to our room to shack up.

It was the combination of the lateness of the hour, the sun, all that nudity, and Jack's pent-up lust which made for a fevered time when we got back to the dorm. Jack had his shorts off in the stairwell up to our floor. Then he grabbed me and swiped mine down with one hand, pressing his cock against my ass.

"God, I might take you right here, you hot fucking stud." He was grinding into my ass and jacking my dick hard, rubbing his mouth lustfully across my head.

"Ah fuck, Jack," I gasped, "hurry, let's get inside."

He threw me on my bed and devoured me. His tongue and those luscious lips of his were everywhere.

"Oh God, fuck me already, you hard fucking jock stud!"

"You better fucking believe it, you sweet piece of ass. You're giving it up to this thick jock cock!"

He grabbed the lube off the nightstand and just about ripped the top off. He squirted a mess into his hand, slathered his own cock, then got down to work on my ass.

"Oh yeah, get me open for that sweet fucking dick," I cried, as he worked those long, huge-knuckled fingers into my hole, digging at it like he was feverishly looking for treasure.

"Oh yeah, you like this fucking dick, I know. You draw this sweet slab of meat over and over. Oh fuck, you just can't get enough of it. You must love it, all right, every big vein, that ring around my head, my piss-slit. You must cream yourself as you draw."

"You're fucking right, man. God, stick it in me, dude. What are you waiting for, you sexy fucking stud? I need that cock I love so much."

"Just hold on, you fucking little slut, I'm lookin' for something. That thing you hit that-" Oh shit, he found my hard little nut, and I went crazy.

"Oh yeah, you big jock shit, oh God, my fucking boypussy is yours, man. Oh fuck, take it!"

He plunged his slick drippy cock in my wet, sloppy hole. It went about half way in at first, and I grunted, loving the feel of a dick in me after almost a year.

"Oh fuck!" he cried, "What a tight, warm fucking man-cunt you've got, you sexy-ass little shit! Damn, this hole is made for a big jock dick!"

He pulled out a little and then pushed in further, gradually working all the way to his balls, and we both cried out in ecstasy. He just left it in as he bent down to kiss me.

"Oh God, I love you, Tommy," he panted. "Oh fuck, this is the greatest. Oh man, I can't fucking believe I'm finally doing this."

"Oh fuck me, please, Jack! My ass is tingling with lust. Fuck me hard with that beautiful fucking cock. Christ, I can just picture it, so fucking beautiful!"

He then proceeded to go at it like a pro. Clearly he'd had experience with chicks, so he knew his stroke. He was pressed up close against me, so he could rub his pecs and nips against my back, kiss my neck and my ears, and stroke my dick around front, matching the rhythm of his front and rear thrusts. I was in fucking ecstasy. Between the prostate massage from his hard, fat cock and his lusty hand job, I shot immediately. The ass-clenching tightness as I came was too much for Jack, and I could feel his warm cream spurt into my guts.

"Ah fuck. My . . . fucking . . . god . . ." he panted, as he lay back. "That . . . was fucking . . . S-E-X."

He turned to me when he got his breath back, "I'm sorry if I was too rough or something, Tommy. Jesus, I was like possessed."

I kissed him deep and strong on those pouty red lips. "That was like the essence of masculinity, you hardbody fuck. That's what I like, man. I mean, you see what I like to paint!"

He held me and kissed me. "Oh, dude, we can't lose this, you know. We gotta keep this up. This is too fucking good. I could look forward to a whole lotta this, Tommy."

I swirled my tongue in his mouth and rubbed his beautifully firm curves.

"Shit!" he jumped up, as he noticed the clock next to my bed. "Let's hit the shower and wash this fuck-juice off us. We're due at the gym in twenty minutes! Come on, baby, we gots to hurry!"

He pulled me by the cock and balls to hurry me along. That sweet fucker, from almost the first minute he saw me, he's looked for any excuse to touch my dick. We grabbed towels from the back of the door and raced for the shower, two naked studs, dicks swinging, tearing down the hall--which was not an uncommon sight in the dorm this summer; it's like us studs all wanted to be as naked as possible together, to luxuriate in our fine bodies. Jesus, I thought, it's like my art and life are merging. My art! Suddenly I stopped dead.

"Jack!" I yelled.

"What?" he turned back towards me, slowing down only a little. I watched his dick bobble as he back-pedaled.

"I just sold my first fucking painting, I think!"

He turned back around, and I watched that firm ass and muscled back streak off to the shower room.

"We can celebrate later, dude" he called, "I can't be late for a workout!"