The Intellectual Pansexual Peter de Ruthyn
Chapter 3
"So what's on the agenda for today?" Taylor asked, breaking off their kiss. "The continuation of my pansexual education?"
"Today, you learn how to suck cock properly," Josh said. He sighed, resting his head on the larger boy's chest. "God, what a fucking stud you were last night. I love seeing you fuck pussy."
"You're going to see a lot of me doing it if we're going to be living together. I'm not gonna hold back anymore. I'm a fucking jock whore inside and proud of it."
"Bring it on!" Josh cheered. "So as far as that goes, if you want to stay here, there are a couple things we should discuss."
"Go for it."
"First and foremost, I'm a nudist. Not just a horny boy whose clothes come off easy. I was raised naked and I find it normal to be naked all the time when I'm here. When I come in the door, the clothes come off."
"I think I'm more than okay with that," Taylor said, massaging Josh's ass.
"So how would you feel about a nudity rule in the room?"
"At all times?"
"You don't put clothes on till you walk out that door."
"And guests?"
"It's optional for them but doesn't change the rule for us. We get naked. If they don't like it, they can leave."
"Was that the way you grew up?"
"Hell yeah!"
"I love it. I agree. Naked at all times when we're here."
"Awesome!" Josh enthused. "Now, as far as sex goes, you should know I have a goal for my first year in college. I may carry it over if it goes well. I try to have sex with one new guy and one new girl every week. I've hit it every week so far and I'd like to make sure it keeps happening."
"You are a sex god," Taylor said in awe. "If you need me out of the way, just say so. If you think your hookups won't mind me sitting and watching, I'm great with that, too."
"How about joining me?"
"Will you coach me with the guys?"
"By the end of the week I'll have you ready to compete with the hottest gayboys out there. Deal?"
"Deal. But I want something in return."
"What's that?"
"I want to have sex with you every day for the rest of the school year. We don't have to make each other cum, or fuck, or whatever. I just want to spend some time honing my skills on you."
"Fuck, you stud," Josh purred, scratching his nipples lightly, "I could never turn down an offer like that."
"Hot. So I've got a question for you."
"Shoot."
"What's with you and all this foot stuff?"
"I've got a foot fetish."
"Why?"
"Scientists will tell you it's because the brain wires feet and genital neurons together. I just know it feels fantastic."
"I never tried it before. But sucking Alexa's toes made me so hard."
"It's lightly kinky."
"It's great. I want to lick Cassie's spit off your toes."
"Try it," Josh offered, twisting around and presenting his feet to the swimmer. Taylor stroked them, massaging the soles with his thumbs. Like Alexa's, but stronger, more muscular. More to lick. More to feel good when they stroked his dick.
"How big are yours?"
"Size ten. You?"
"Size fourteen."
"Fucking hot big swimmer stud feet," Josh said happily. He pressed his face into Taylor's sole, enjoying the contact before turning and kissing it with enthusiasm. His tongue swept over it, showing love and admiration for the intimate physical beauty of the male foot. The feeling was electrifying. Taylor's cock rehardened instantly, poking away from his abs, and he arched his back in pleasure, thrusting it upward to fuck the air.
"Holy shit!" He had had no idea his feet were hard-wired to his dick. Eagerly, he stuck Josh's toes into his mouth, wanting to give him the same incredible feeling. He was rewarded by watching the runner's shaft swell until it looked ready to burst, rock-hard above his twitching balls. The boy's feet were harder and rougher than Alexa's had been. Taylor liked the contrast. He knew he wanted both in his life now. And the thought that Josh and Cassie had recently been worshiping the same digits he was working on doubled his arousal. He kissed Josh's sole, laying it across his face, doing homage to the sexiness of his lover and his lover's body, even as his lover did the same.
"You figuring it out now?" Josh asked breathily.
"Oh, fuck, yes! Fucking damn that's hot! I love how kinky my new roommate is."
Josh chuckled. "Oh, you have no idea yet how kinky your new roomie is. This is just the start of the start." He stood up and walked over to his closet, pulling back the curtain. Half of it looked to be nice clothes, tightly packed. The other half was athletic gear and other gear made out of lycra. Below them, racks held dozens of pairs of shoes, from flip-flops in every color, to Sperrys, to low-cut Converse, to sleek Onitsuka Tiger sneakers, Nike track spikes, and Puma soccer boots. It was far more shoes than any one eighteen year-old would need under normal circumstances.
Taylor joined his roommate, staring, following Josh's exaggerated gesture of presentation. "Wait....you mean you have sex with your shoes?"
"Oh, yeah. It's not just the foot I love. It's objects that evoke the foot, too. And, let's face it, shooting my load in sneakers I'm about to wear, and running around like that, with no one knowing that my feet are dripping in cum. Or jizzing in a friend's shoes and letting them get their feet sticky with my load."
"That's why Cassie left her sandals!"
"Yep. I look forward to staining them for her. To be honest, I've cum in every pair of shoes I own. I don't wear a new pair without having broken them in first."
"Fuck." Taylor was transfixed by the concept. "Let's go get our dicks washed off and then come back here and fuck each other's feet and sneakers."
"I've got something even better planned," Josh said, laughing. "We'll get to the shoes later. Shower, then breakfast, then I was thinking about a workout. You work out daily?"
"Yeah, usually some weights and then a swim. You?"
"Same, but I go running. And I've got a yoga class for credit. It's great for sexual performance."
"Sounds like something I should be taking."
"I can only say I'd love to have you as my partner for that." Josh grabbed a couple of towels and handed Taylor a rack of toiletries. He rummaged around in the back of his closet and produced a pair of somewhat worn Havaianas. "These might be a little small for you."
"You keep them for hookups?" Taylor smirked.
"Hey, I like shower sex," Josh shrugged. He was still naked except for his own flips. "Let's see if we can make it to the bathroom without getting spotted. Everyone should still be asleep."
They strolled down the hall, the rubber sandals smacking their heels, unconcerned for anyone who might see them. No one did, though, and they appropriated the first shower cubicle without anyone noticing their nakedness. The hot water kept their erections at half-mast throughout the experience, which turned out to involve more kissing and fondling than soaping. Taylor knelt to bare Josh's soles one at a time and scrubbed them in a way that brought his boy's cock upright from that sensation alone. Josh carefully touched up Taylor's shaved hole with a razor as the swimmer bent over in front of him and begged softly to be fingered. "Not yet," Josh told him with a smile. "Being a great lover means letting your arousal build till it's unbearable."
Still naked except for footwear, they went back to Josh's room. He pulled a ridiculously skimpy-looking black tank top from a hanger and held it up. "Since we can't go shirtless in the dining hall, I'll be a showoff instead. When he stepped into the tank, Taylor realized it wasn't a tank at all, but a singlet that contoured perfectly to Josh's toned torso. The runner added tiny black nylon track shorts and matching black-and-silver Onitsukas.
"Sockless, of course," Taylor grinned, kneeling down and helping Josh tie them.
"I have never owned socks in my life," Josh said. "They're wasteful and keep my shoes from stimulating my feet."
Taylor sighed and shook his head. "I wish my workout gear was as hot as yours."
"Let's see it," Josh suggested. Five minutes later, he was looking at Taylor's sleeveless muscle shirt and basketball shorts and shaking his head.
"The shirt's okay, but damn, you desperately need to show your legs. Either some really short shorts, or tights."
"Tights sound hot," Taylor said, slipping on a turquoise Speedo Solar that made Josh drool. "I don't have any tiny shorts right now, though."
Josh pulled open a draw and giggled. "Tube socks. Such a Midwestern straight jock."
"Midwestern pan jock, thank you very much," Taylor retorted. "Are tube socks heterosexual?"
"Yes. Period. No discussion."
"Fine. Take them and dump them in the trash." Josh did exactly that.
"Much better. I don't see any boxers."
"I haven't owned underwear for two years. Just speedos."
"Okay, that's hot. I usually go commando but I've got a few things I wear to tease sometimes. Jockstraps, mesh briefs."
"The kind of thing you wear by themselves."
"Exactly." As Taylor say down on the edge of his bed to put his shoes on, Josh quickly knelt in front of him. He lifted one of Taylor's feet and ran a wet tongue up his sole. At the same time, he let his cock slip out the leg opening of his shorts. It sprang to hardness in seconds. Josh picked up one of Taylor's sneakers and slipped it over his dick, masturbating himself with the shoe as a sleeve until the jock's foot was good and wet. Then he slid the sneaker on and tied it snugly before giving the swimmer's other foot the same treatment.
"You are so twisted that my dick is killing me in my speedo," Taylor groaned. He grabbed Josh's dick between his sneakered feet and jerked it for a minute. The roughness of his moves and his big shoes was painfully good for the runner boy. Just as Josh started to precum, Taylor stood up.
"Put it away, jockslut. We've got plans, right?"
"Yeah," Josh sighed, tucking his shaft back into his singlet pouch. "But you're going to make me cum like that sometime."
Their smooth legs pressed against each other under the table as they ate breakfast. Their open display of physical affection drew a few stares from guys and girls alike. Josh's skimpy running attire drew more. Taylor was definitely jealous. He was more so at the gym afterwards, seeing the toned twock gyrating on the workout machines before kissing him goodbye and heading off to the track. He needed to learn to flaunt his body like that, he thought.
Any observer would have thought he was flaunting it already, seeing his lean golden figure plunging into the university pool, naked except for cap, goggles, and swimsuit. The water felt more sensual on his body today than it ever had before. Suddenly he was discovering eroticism in everything. He'd never been that high before, either on pot or on sex, and unlike alcohol, the aftereffects were renewed desire rather than regret. He wanted to tear his beloved speedo into pieces and swim naked, fucking the water with his insatiable pansexual dick. There were videos on Pornhub of guys cumming just from the stimulation of a shower or hot tub jet cleverly applied to their dicks. Taylor craved a true swimmer's orgasm like that, one driven solely by his natural element, but knew his stamina might well prevent it. He did the next best thing. Breaststroking steadily, not too fast, he let his piss go inside his speedo. Most swimmers did it merely as a matter of convenience. Taylor did it because he had discovered as a fourteen-year-old boy that the combination of muscle pumping and bladder release gave him a raging erection. He began to fantasize about what it would feel like to make out with Josh in the ocean or the pool, their spandex-trapped bugles frotting against each other as they pissed. When he finally climbed out of the pool, the ridge of his half-swollen cock was clearly visible to a few less well-endowed swimmers, and in the context, no one could possibly complain about it. Taylor saw their stares and luxuriated in them. The physical stimulation of his newfound sexuality was everything he had hoped for, and more, and his naturally creative mind was building on it.
Josh was waiting for him outside, his singlet rolled down to his waist, his lean torso moist with the sweat of his run. Taylor kissed him again, knowing other students were watching. These little acts of exhibitionism got him so high. "Where to next?"
"The beach," Josh said. "I'm going to show you off. You've got a car, right?"
"Yeah, a Jeep Wrangler."
"Sweet! Let's go." The boys headed for the parking garage.
"But you haven't got a speedo," Taylor remembered suddenly.
"Don't need one," Josh replied. "Neither do you. I'm taking you to Haulover."
"Haulover?"
"Miami's world-famous nude beach."
"A nude beach?" Taylor was grinning widely now. "I'll get hard."
"I'm sure you will. But nudists know it happens, especially with newbies. Just don't play with it and you'll be fine."
"What if you play with it?"
"That'll have to wait."
"My balls are aching!"
"It's that tight little speedo. I'll take you home for the weekend sometime and we can lay out and have sex all day by my mom's pool without any suits to cramp your style."
"I can't wait," Taylor said, adjusting himself through his boardshorts. He reached out and took Josh's hand again. "We're probably giving people the impression we're boyfriends now, and I don't even know what you're majoring in."
"Business. You?"
"Sports administration. I love using my body. And more and more lately I'm thinking I want to do something that combines fitness and sex. But I don't know where to start."
"You should really join me for yoga class," Josh urged him. "It makes you so much more aware of your body, and it's so inherently sensual that adding sex to it comes naturally. Out in LA they've got nude yoga and erotic yoga."
"Just not here yet?"
"I don't think it's as popular."
"Sign me up," Taylor said, typing in a password on his phone and handing it to Josh as they climbed into his Jeep. "And we can practice after class, right?"
Josh smirked at him. "We can practice in ways hotter than anything your corn-fed mind can imagine right now." He tapped at the screen for a minute. "Done. Fortunately it works with your schedule."
"Awesome." The swimmer took his shirt off and tossed it into the back of the Jeep. Josh kicked his sneakers off and skinned his singlet and shorts down his legs, relaxing in the passenger seat in exaggerated nudity. His plump cock lay across his thigh in a way that made Taylor's mouth water.
"You're shameless," Taylor said, staring.
"You should drive before someone catches us," Josh answered, shrugging.
Taylor threw his shoes and shorts after his shirt. "I'm keeping my suit on, because if I let my cock free at this point, I'll never get it back in. You drive me crazy. I wish more guys were like you."
Josh kissed him. "Your sons will be. So will mine. If we teach them freedom, they'll teach others, and we'll inevitably win one day."
Taylor headed north on Route 1, crossed the bridge to Bal Harbour, and drove north again on Collins Avenue. Shirtless boys were common in Florida, and no one noticed Josh's partial erection, which was discreetly concealed by the Jeep's high door. He let his fingers rest on Taylor's thigh the whole way, stroking him and gently massaging his bulge. Otherwise, he largely ignored his driver. Surrounded by bright sunlight and brilliant ocean, Taylor's world narrowed to the road he drove and the sensations his lover was giving him. He could have gone on like that, in warmth and sensuality, for hours. But it was only a few minutes before Josh told him to turn off and park.
"Are you going to stay naked like that all the way?" Taylor wanted to know.
"Mmmm, I know you want me to. But no. Not quite yet." Josh pulled his shorts on and grabbed his backpack. "Come on, let's go."
"The parking lot is hot!" Taylor shouted, racing barefoot across it after the other boy towards the coolness of the tunnel that connected it to the beach.
"Sneakers and sand don't go together," Josh said. "Besides, it's more exhibitionistic. I've been barefoot pretty much everywhere in Miami."
Out of nowhere, Taylor grabbed him, slammed him against the wall of the tunnel, and kissed him savagely. Their bulges frotted frantically against each other, both boys rock-hard beneath the barely concealing material that only made their cocks more stiff and slippery. This was not a teasing kiss, a nice one to make the straight girls wet their panties at the thought of romantic gay love. It was animalistic. Taylor practically chewed on Josh's lips and tongue, then stifled his moans with one hand as he leaned over and deliberately bit Josh's neck, bruising him. He stumbled away from the other freshman, half-insane with sudden lust.
"You just have to display yourself everywhere, don't you?" he hissed, trembling. "Your body is open pretty much indiscriminately to anyone who can take it, isn't it?"
Josh stepped closer to him. Thoughtfully, he swirled a finger around in his mouth, then reached underneath the back of Taylor's speedo and forced it halfway up his hole. The jock actually yelled at the sudden penetration before controlling himself. He stood there on his big naked feet, trembling, in pain, and with an undiminished erection.
"Fundamentally, you and I are the same," Josh whispered in his ear, finger-fucking him roughly. Ultimately, I may be homoromantic and you may be heteroromantic. But that's love. Neither of us really connects love and sex, do we? Sex is just something we have to have, it's good that we have to have it, and we want it with lots of people. Sex isn't about love. It's about sex. Pure sex."
"Yes," Taylor said huskily. "God, I want and need it so bad."
Josh pulled a wipe out of his bag and cleaned up his fingers. "One more week, handsome. After next weekend I'll let you loose on the unsuspecting coeds of Florida." He took Taylor's hand again and led him out to the beach. Beautiful white sand stretched north and south for miles on either side of them. The Atlantic gleamed sapphire-like before them. Josh turned left and made his way north until they were surrounded by naked bodies on every side, some ugly, some fit, all free.
He took out a blanket from his backpack and the boys spread it out. No separate towels, Taylor noted, just a shared incitement to physical contact. Naturally, since clothes were truly unnatural to him, Josh dropped his shorts and put them away. His cock hung expectantly, very slightly perked up. "Your turn." He held out his hand to Taylor.
The swimmer hesitated, then slid the tiny blue brief down his legs and handed it over. His hesitation came not from shame, but from a brief wonder if he was going to be arrested. Unlike Josh, he found public nudity new and strange and extraordinarily arousing, and his erection was nearly vertical.
"Do you have any lotion?" he asked. Josh produced a bottle and began to oil him up. He was very thorough. Taylor turned inland when the time came for a kneeling Josh to lotion his dick. In that moment, he hated a society that made it impossible for them to copulate right there. A few more seconds, and the teasing of his manhood was over, and it was protected from the sun--but the feeling lingered.
"Do my speedo areas," Josh said, handing him the lotion. "I don't want to burn."
Taylor applied the lotion very carefully to the runner's hips and the curves of his strong bubble ass. His fingers explored the cleft more gently than Josh had taken him a few minutes before. "Do you fantasize about me fucking you?" he asked out of nowhere.
Josh's dick rose as if on command, a bead of precum forming at the tip. "Yes," he said with his eyes closed.
The swimmer jock squirted more lotion into his palm and slicked up Josh's shaft with it, making it as much of a handjob as he thought he could get away with. "I'm glad."
The boys shared a gentle kiss, the opposite of their earlier struggle in the darkness, and lay down, side by side. Josh pulled a cartridge vape pen from his bag. Two hits and Taylor was soaring.
The sun beat upon his body and made him feel alive. Between the feeling of freedom he was experiencing, the sudden high of the weed, and the knowledge that his nude body, never before seen except by a few people, was now on display for the public to admire, his cock couldn't soften. Precum drizzled from it and pooled on his abs. It twitched and dripped and drew stares, and he never touched it, even though he ached to fondle himself. This is nudism? he thought. So much for it being nudity free from sex. It was more erotic than all of the sex he'd had in his life up until a couple of days ago. He was filled with energy and yet with peace. He burned and sweated in the sun, his heat merging with its own into a union of brightness and joy. He dreamed of spreading himself on this beach, and letting Josh ravage him until seed dripped from his hole, giving his most intimate place to be violated in proof of his sincerity of purpose, of the greatness of his lusts. He paraded his classmates, male and female alike, before the eye of his imagination and found many of them good. He wanted them all now, for the sake of the sex, and the power and the glory and the giving that was in it.
"Time to roll over," Josh murmured in his ear. Taylor turned, crushing his cock against the hard-packed sand beneath the blanket. Instinctively he braced his knees and began to thrust.
"Don't fuck the beach," Josh scolded him.
"Fuck," Taylor growled, not stopping his motions.
"Don't fuck the beach," his roommate repeated more sharply.
"Can't," the swimmer grunted. His hips moved in short, sharp jerks barely noticeable from a distance, but powerful enough to drive his trapped, slippery dick quickly towards orgasm.
Josh hit him. He smacked the flat of his hand against Taylor's muscular ass and left a stinging red mark.
"Oh, fuck," Taylor sobbed, the pain delaying his oncoming climax at the same time that it added to the sensations flooding his body. He clenched his teeth when Josh spanked him again. It stung--but his cock had pressed a groove into the sand and the warmth felt so good against his. He couldn't, wouldn't give up his cum.
Half a dozen more times Josh's hand fell on Taylor's butt, and then Taylor came. He lost control at that point, toes curling, thighs convulsing, torso limp. All his strength went into the orgasm forced out of his jock endurance because he couldn't control his teenage lusts.
"Roll over," Josh's voice said to him. He obeyed.
He opened his eyes slowly on hearing the faint click of a camera. There was cum smeared all over his tanned abs and his still-erect cock. Josh was standing over him, taking pictures with his phone. Taylor smiled hungrily and let him do it.
"Thanks for spanking me. That made it hotter."
"You're such a jockslut I couldn't resist." Josh looked wistfully at Taylor's vanishing cum. "I hoped you could hold back that load, though."
"No reason. There's more where that came from." Taylor stood and grabbed Josh's hand. "Come on, help me get cleaned up."
They ran down to the water and swam out to where they could float, out of immediate reach of the shore. Boats passed them in the distance. Their cocks bobbed, alive and warm in the water's coolness. Inevitably, they kissed as they treaded water with ease. Taylor, sinking, slipped below the surface and took Josh's prick in his mouth.
The teen had done many things that the average American would regard as sexually depraved in his time, but he'd never before gotten the chance to get blown in the ocean. And now a guy he'd known for less than twenty-four hours--a guy who'd never had sex with another guy before then--was giving him that experience. Taylor was turning out to be a good cocksucker, too. No teeth, slow but careful. And he was using his tongue. All he needed was practice. Plus, a decade of swimming had given him fantastic lung capacity. Josh was sure it was over a minute before Taylor resurfaced with a splash, gasping, and tried to suck the air from his his lungs. The audience on the beach were surely in no doubt about what the two boys were doing--but all of it except the kissing was hidden by the water and therefore completely unactionable.
Taylor dove underwater a second time, then a third and a fourth. His mouth tasted of salt and the slimy-sweetness of precum when his tongue fought its way between Josh's lips. In between, his fingers played lightly with Josh's flared cockhead, making him harder and harder, more and more needy. It was the hottest, most indecent experience of both boys' lives. A fifth time Taylor sank down on Josh's extended, needy dick, and almost at once Josh felt his orgasm hit him. He unloaded a thick, tangy stream of seed into Taylor's waiting mouth. The swimmer swallowed it without hesitation, pumping Josh's shaft to get every last drop out. The day before, he'd tasted his own cum at his roommate's instigation; today, he was drinking his roommate's load like it was a drug. It was a drug to him. He found the taste neither pleasant or unpleasant, but loved the idea that he was swallowing another guy's cum. As Josh shot his final drops, Taylor couldn't resist fondling his own prick under the water, finding the tip slippery to his touch. God, he loved being a pansexual slut!
"You....were....incredible," Josh panted, clinging tight to him. "Fuck, you're one of the most dynamic studs I've ever been with."
"Think there's an advantage to my background?" Taylor grinned.
"Huge," Josh sighed. His hand sought Taylor's hardon. "Does that thing ever go down?"
"Not around you, apparently. You keep treating it like a sextoy and sticking hot girls on top of it. I have never been this horny in my fucking life. I don't think my dick has ever been this big, either."
Josh kissed him again. "Come on. Let's immortalize it."
The boys swam ashore and Josh grabbed his phone. Taylor strutted up and down the beach, posing for the camera, his erection leading the way, his gold body a beautiful contrast against the white sand and blue sea. He never touched himself; he didn't have to.
"My turn!" Josh said eventually, and they switched places. The more nimble jock stretched out his lean body just below the tide line, falling effortlessly into a series of yoga poses that showed off both his musculature and his thick cock. Taylor was entranced. His high school teammates would probably have called it faggy. The swimmer couldn't think of anything he'd ever seen that was more masculine. He propped up the phone, turned on the timer, and ran down the beach to join Josh. They flaunted themselves in front of it, cock to cock, still not being overtly sexual, but aroused by the mere presence of one another.
"One more." Josh picked up the phone and held it up for a selfie. He turned to Taylor and kissed him slowly. Tongues first, then lips, then duelling tongues again. The resulting shot stopped just at their shaved groins, showing their tanlines and leaving the viewer in no doubt that they were stark naked on the beach. It was incredibly erotic.
The boys flung themselves back down on the blanket and Josh pulled up his Instagram. "How'd you like to tag it?"
"You're posting the one of us kissing?"
"Yep." He didn't ask for permission, Taylor noticed, realizing that he didn't want Josh to ask for his permission. By parading naked and aroused in public, he made himself vulnerable to anyone who wanted to take his picture, allowing them to capture him forever. It was the ultimate gift, a sort of sexual union with the whole world at once.
Josh was typing a series of hashtags underneath the photo: "#gay #gayboy #gayboys #gaykiss #bisexual #pansexual #publicsex #beachsex #queer" and so on.
"I can think of a few," Taylor said. He added "#polyamorous #openrelationship #roommates #friendswithbenefits #fuckbuds #bromance" and passed the phone back to Josh.
"Hot. But you forgot a few." The runner added "#nudists #bipride #jocksluts #jockwhores" and posted it. "What's your username?"
Taylor tapped it in. "I'm coming out of the closet with a rush."
"You asked for this experience," Josh said. He pressed the last button. "Congratulations, you'll be known as queer forever now."
"Good," Taylor said. "Might as well do this now." Pulling his own phone out of Josh's pack, he logged into Facebook and went to his personal details. He looked at the screen for a moment, then added men to his "interested in" and saved it. "Now I'm out on Facebook, too."
"Congratulations," Josh smiled. "And thanks for letting me be the one to take your pan virginity."
"Thanks for being there for me." Taylor stroked his hand, realizing that friendship and lust could go a long way towards remedying a lack of sexual attraction.
The boys sunned themselves a while longer and took a few more hits before heading back to campus, stopping for sandwiches on the way. Afterwards, they went to Taylor's dorm room first to start moving some of his stuff over. His roommate looked askance at the barefoot, barely-clad runner jock who accompanied him, but wisely offered no comment as Josh went through Taylor's clothes, making the occasional risque comment or criticizing one of his fashion choices. They ended up taking Taylor's computer and textbooks, and his speedo collection and a few clothes. Taylor lived light. Josh approved, but made no secret of the fact that he intended to help his new roommate become slightly preppier and thereby more obviously lustful.
"It's funny," Taylor chuckled as they got ready for another shower. "We walk around the beach and the campus and the dorm barefoot without a problem, but we have to put on shoes to go in the shower."
"It's the moral of the story," Josh pointed out. "Nature is safe; man isn't. Nature made us to ravage each other whenever we feel like it. Man says we should have sex with only one girl at a time and be satisfied. When man and reality collide, whom do you choose?"
"I choose to have sex with you and everyone else I can, obviously."
"Mmmm," Josh murmured, pulling the door of the cubicle shut after them. Taylor was gratuitously sliding his cock up and down the crack of the smaller boy's butt. "It's going to be a very fun four years."
"Yeah." They let the water get steaming before they stepped into it. "So that tag I put on the picture? I guess you were okay with that one since you left it on."
"Which one?"
"Polyamorous."
"Oh, yeah." Josh fondled their cocks together. "I honestly have never been able to see myself in a monogamous relationship. Any partner I have, guy or girl, will have to be comfortable with my promiscuity. Period. Ideally they should be the same way. So I can guarantee you, even if I do start dating anyone during the next few years, I'll still be in bed with you."
"You can feel how hard that makes me," Taylor breathed. "I need to make sure I'm the same way. So if I meet someone and ever start getting shy about sucking your dick, remind me of this conversation."
"You can be sure I will."
They lingered under the water for a while, taking time with their foreplay, making sure that they had every crevice clean for the very active afternoon they had ahead. Taylor loved the feel of Josh's hard body when he soaped it. Clad in their towels and sandals, they paused in the deserted hallways to kiss, pricks almost hurting against the roughness of the fabric.
"Hey, guys," a voice said. The two turned to see a very handsome Latin guy, a couple of years older than them, walking towards them. He must have been just around the corner when they started making out. He was hardly more clothed than they were, in tiny athletic shorts and a very revealing tank top. Only a hemp anklet interrupted the smoothness of his glowing legs from thighs to naked soles. "Josh, right?"
"Right," Josh said. "Esteban!"
"Got it!" Esteban smiled. "And this is....?"
"Taylor."
"Hi," Taylor said, happy about the chance to touch the muscle hunk, even if it was only a handshake.
"Great to meet you." Esteban sized them up coyly. "You two boyfriends?"
"Just friends," Taylor said with a suggestive smile. He was flirting with a guy and loving it. "And hopefully roomates soon."
"Yeah, Taylor wants to move over here," Josh added. "For obvious reasons."
"Awesome! I'm the RA for two floors down. Need me to put in a good word for you?"
"That would be helpful for sure."
"It shouldn't be a problem. I definitely look forward to seeing more of you guys."
"Likewise," Josh grinned. Esteban's interest was extremely obvious and flattering. He stepped up to the taller boy--the RA stood about three inches taller than him--and pecked him lightly on the lips. "We'll look forward to it."
"Fuck," Esteban said, taken aback, yet clearly loving the attention, judging by his bulge. "If I weren't on duty this afternoon...."
"We'll have you over soon," Taylor assured him. "That's a promise." He sealed it with a kiss of his own.
The two boys walked back to their room, making sure to drop their towels right before they closed the door. Esteban had an excellent--and frustrating--view of their butts. They didn't see him lick his lips or grope himself through the nylon before heading back down to his own floor.
"That was hot!" Taylor said excitedly. "I smell threesome!"
"Soon," Josh smirked. "For now...."
Taylor scooped him up and dropped him on the bed. "Now we're going to make love."
For the next five hours, the two boys used each other's bodies relentlessly. Their initial smoke session was a languorous exhibit of shotgunning. Slow kissing turned into Josh ordering Taylor to keep his hands behind his head before he licked every part of the swimmer's body except for his cock. He settled on worshiping Taylor's feet for a while, offering the taller boy his own toes and soles for oral inspection. When Taylor began leaking again, Josh slid one of Cassie's flip-flops under his shaft to catch it. It took all of Taylor's ten years of athlete discipline to resist touching his aching dick. He slobbered over Josh's feet, seeking an outlet for his lusts.
"Try getting on all fours," Josh said, hoarsely. In a flash, Taylor was off the bed and on the floor, assuming the position. The runner twink grabbed Taylor's big Nike sneakers and placed them underneath the swimmer's cock. Then he sat down behind him and grabbed Taylor's dick between his toes.
"Oh, shit," Taylor breathed. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...."
"Cum for me," Josh whispered. "Cum in your sneakers. And when we go running tomorrow, your foot's going to be soaking in your own jizz. You'll be performing a sex at in public and no one will know it. You'll be so kinked. So queer. Such a jockslut who can't ever separate his performance in the gym from his performance in bed."
Taylor's body was actually shaking. Josh didn't let up. He edged the jockboy closer and closer to orgasm, pulling his cock straight down towards the shoes. Taylor gave a grunt of frustrated lust and squirted for the third time that day. Most of it went right inside his sneakers. No sooner had he stopped cumming than Josh pulled them out from underneath him and flipped him over. Grasping Taylor's legs by the ankles, he pushed the swimmer's feet together and fucked his soles, looking into his eyes as he did so. His tip was slippery with precum, and Taylor's feet were moist and enveloping. The jock watched in fascination as his jock buddy unloaded onto his feet, shivering and pulsing.
Then, if that hadn't been kinky enough, Josh picked up Taylor's Nikes and put them on him. Their warm loads mingled stickily on his feet.
"You are so twisted," Taylor said.
"You are so turned on by it."
"Go put your own fucking sneakers on and come cuddle with me."
Josh did exactly that, donning a brilliant blue pair of Asics track spikes--minus the spikes, of course. They smoked some more and enjoyed the touch of each other's bodies. Gradually, Josh kissed his way down Taylor's torso until they were in a sixty-nine position.
"Time for your first lesson in cocksucking."
"I think this is already getting familiar." Taylor stuck out his tongue and licked Josh's pricktip. "Hi."
"You were awesome for a beginner. But there's still a lot for you to take in to become a true blowjob master."
"Teach me."
"Lesson number one: you're only there for your partner. Forget about your own dick. You're there to make his dick--or hers, as the case may be--feel amazing. It's a privilege and a joy to be able to make a person feel the way a good cocksucker can."
"I seem to have done that to yours already," Taylor mumbled, his lips nibbling on Josh's cockhead. The runner giggled.
"You're already jumping ahead to lesson number two. Lips and tongue. You don't just stick your tongue in a girl, you start licking around the outside first. Same with dick. Lick it before you suck it. And mix it up. Yeah...." Taylor was entirely too good at this, Josh realized. He was a natural, living, breathing, prickteasing example of Josh's own philosophies.
The more experienced boy coached the newbie through technique after technique. Suction. Pressure. The use of the delicate touch. Teasing the ridge of the cockhead. Use of the tongue to put particular pressure on the frenulum, and to dive lightly into the piss slit. Cock polishing. The occasional breath of cool air. He demonstrated, and Taylor followed, marvelling at how many ways there were to pleasure a boy's genitals.
With three orgasms apiece behind them, the fourth one was long in coming for both teens. Josh fired first, giving Taylor his second protein infusion of the day. Taylor was so totally into his new role as a versatile boy that he wouldn't let up and tortured his lover's overworked dick relentlessly. He kept nursing on it all the time that Josh was sucking, licking, and slapping his own manhood. Then the runner started lightly chewing on Taylor's cocktip. Taylor yelled out loud and came, forcing most of his dick into Josh's throat in his enthusiasm. He got most of Josh's tongue rammed into his mouth in return, snowballing his own juice back into him.
"So," Josh finally said.
"Mmmm?"
"It's getting dark out. Wanna grab something to eat?"
"Sure. What then?"
"Well...." Josh got up and pulled a couple of pairs of tricot shorts from his dresser. "These belonged to a high school friend who was a bit bigger than me. Let's see if they'll fit you."
They did, barely. Taylor's thighs were fully on display, all their toned musculature exposed. He rubbed them and his shorts sensuously against Josh and his nylon bulge, kissing his thanks for the loan. "What else?"
"I'm thinking something tight." Fortunately both jocks had short-sleeve spandex shirts that showed off their torsos to perfection. They looked at one another and visibly leered.
"So we're going to go out and tease the rest of the student body dressed like this?" Taylor grinned.
"For starters. Then we're going to go for a jog, find a quiet corner, or three, or four--or whatever--and I'm going to take your cock out and play with it in public. Just because."
"Sounds good to me." Taylor ran a strong hand up under Josh's shorts and groped his ass as the door closed behind them.
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