The Alien Culture Project, part 16 by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
Tommy Bolton came home pissed. He and the rest of his hockey team had just returned from playing a three-day pre-season tournament against seven other highly-ranked college teams. Tommy did very well in the tournament (which his team won in a thrilling final game), scoring 4 goals and 4 assists overall. He should have been totally amped. But he was angry, confused, and frustrated. Worst of all, maybe, he was scared.
How it started: he was horny as hell on that road trip. Heavy-duty athleticism - the mix of hard bodies, heavy pressure, and high testosterone - was a heady cocktail that always got Tommy charged up and aching for release. He badly needed to get his rocks off after such a wild weekend. So he'd phoned Lacey, the girl he'd assumed he'd been going with all term, on Saturday, before the final match, to tell her (smoothly, he thought) that he'd like to drop by for some love-makin' later on that night when his bus pulled into campus.
But, strangely, she'd begged off. "Just not good timing tonight, Tommy," she claimed, almost light-heartedly. When Tommy pressed her, she complained of how busy she'd been all weekend and how much she needed rest; his phone call had caught her just drifting off, in fact. Tommy might have been convinced, except he swore he heard other voices in her room. He made out one guy for sure, and what sounded like another guy and girl.
Tommy said, "Cool, Lacey, get your rest, and I'll drop by tomorrow, then, kinda early, 'k?" He knew his nuts would still be full and churning by then.
"No, that won't work either." Pause. "I - I've got a tennis lesson tomorrow morning, early."
"On Sunday morning?!?" Tommy cried in disbelief, as some of the skaters were starting to take the ice. He swore he heard laughter in the background, on Lacey's end.
"Yeah. It was the only time I could get," she said in a faux-naive way Tommy knew was a lie. And there was more laughter in the background after she said it.
"After the lesson, then?"
"It's a long lesson, Tommy. About 4 hours, I think. I'm gonna be too tired." In the background he heard, clearly now, "long [something]," and more, louder laugher. There were definitely three other voices in Lacey's room, he was sure now.
"Shit," he muttered. "Then I guess this just won't work, will it?" he added, and slammed shut the cover of his cell phone. So much for his big-time booty call.
So he'd arrived home to his dorm room late Saturday - early Sunday morning, actually, about 2:30 a.m. - and gone right to bed. And now, about five hours later, he was awake, still frustrated, and still very much confused. Jumping out of bed naked, to pace and stomp, he discovered his roommate, Chance Taylor, was gone - hadn't even slept in his bed last night, in fact, from the looks of it. Lucky fuck, he thought jealously, that big stud probably had some hot chick working so fine last night that he'd decided to risk missing athletes' curfew to stay hooked up with her. Damn.
Tommy got back in bed and stroked himself in a nervous, pre-occupied way. Because it wasn't just Lacey pulling this lying tease-act on him that had him so shook. Hell, even if he wasn't the sophomore star of the hockey team, he'd have no problem finding another girl. Tommy was only too aware of the potent sexual allure of sports-star celebrity combined with good looks, and he was very well aware of just how good he looked: he spent A LOT of time checking himself out in the mirror.
His beautifully defined body was the product of years of heavy-duty workouts. He wasn't as incredibly chiseled as that wrestler-stud country-boy roommate of his, but he came damn close. Overall, Tommy thought he was a bit more attractive than Chance - and that was saying something, cause Tommy thought Chance looked capital-H hot. But Chance was kinda rugged and rough-hewn where Tommy modestly thought he was drop-dead gorgeous. A great body, and a very handsome face, with all sorts of nice features. He especially liked his hair: he had that long, stringy-blonde, so-cal surfer hair that chicks seemed to really dig playing with; he wore it shoulder length and thought it looked sexy as hell. Blonde eyelashes, too, which really set off his bright blue eyes. And he wore his sparse blonde beard in a permanent stubble like so many of the hot jocks did. "Brad Pitt's got nothin' on you, bud," he'd always say to his reflection.
And his dick was just fine, too, he knew. About 7 inches of thick, tasty jock meat, cut, with a sort of cool-looking spear-head. It hung long and thick usually, and when it was hard, which was pretty fucking often, it stood straight up, ready for action. Tommy'd jerked off to his image in the mirror too many times to count, and it looked like he was gonna have to do that again this morning. Cause he really needed to get off.
But way more than Lacey, though, he knew, was this other thing eating at him. It actually had a lot to do with just how much he liked looking at his fine-ass reflection in the mirror, and with just how fucking hot he thought Chance looked. Tommy was starting to wonder just what the deal was with his interest in good-looking guys. I mean, he thought, I know I'm not gay, I fuck chicks way too much for that, so what the fuck is up?
And this week-end, at the tournament, something happened that put these ambient fears about his sexuality into startlingly high relief. As he lay there and stroked himself harder and harder, loving the feel of his long thick cock in his hands, scooping off the precum and absent-mindedly sucking his fingers clean, he played back, for the hundredth time, it seemed, that scene in the locker room after practice yesterday afternoon. Cause, really, he sorta laughed to himself, let's face it: it was that - and not Lacey's bullshit - that really had him so fucking aroused he felt like his dick might explode from all the pent-up cum.
On Saturday, after their morning semi-final game, he'd spent about twenty-five minutes in the whirlpool, trying to soak a couple of bruised ribs still sore from a really wicked slam into the glass he'd got in Friday night's game. And by the time he'd left the whirlpool and headed for the sauna, it looked like the rest of his team had showered, dressed, and headed back to the hotel or out to a restaurant. But when he got to the sauna, he'd found that 2 of his team-mates were still there.
Through the window of the sauna, just as he was about to enter, he saw two guys - his team-mates! Jesus, he knew these guys, he couldn't friggin' believe it! - fucking in the sauna. It was Jori Pedersen, this totally cool-ass freshman right wing from Finland, pounding the ass of Danny Liriano, an Italian stud who played back-up goalie. The truly amazing thing, though, was that Tommy stood there, sporting wood almost immediately, totally riveted by what he was seeing.
Jori, he'd secretly thought, was really good-looking. All semester at practices (plus they were in the same math class) Tommy had found it really hard not to stare at him: he had such a beautiful face, lightly covered in short, choppy blonde hair, with this little blonde soul patch that was sexy as hell (Tommy used to imagine what it must be like kissing Jori like crazy and licking that little patch all over). Plus, Jori's body was wiry, sinewy, all achingly beautiful hot young muscle. Tommy had always looked for any excuse to slow down whatever he was doing - dressing or showering or toweling off - if Jori's naked body could be glimpsed. He was the best skater on the team, hands down; Christ, did he have moves. And shit, he sure as hell was using them on Danny's ass right then.
And Danny, fuck what a hot-lookin' guy. The 'Italian Stallion' was what everybody, even Coach, called him, and it was true, he was like a fine fucking thoroughbred: black hair swirling lightly over full, rippling muscles, with a curly mass of black hair on top. Deep, dark, soulful eyes and full, luscious lips. And, Tommy had to admit. a really hot ass, perfectly-shaped, the kind you couldn't help but think about rubbing your hands all over. Plus, he was young, a hot young freshman. Shit, he thought, Jori sure has scored some tasty Italian beef. But as soon as he thought that, he hated himself. It sounded so fuckin' faggy, he thought; but fuck if he could help himself thinkin' it. And fuck if he could tear himself away from the hottest fuck session imaginable.
So Tommy stood there, hard as fuck, pounding his dripping meat in heart-pounding excitement, watching these dream-boys having the goddamn sexiest fucking time. His cock felt the hardest and longest it had ever been. Where the fuck was this coming from, he wondered, as he kept pounding away in fevered lust? He wasn't gay. At least, he didn't think he was.
But lying there in bed that morning, letting the hottest triple-X-rated scene of all time replay itself in his mind for the nth time, he wasn't really sure. The sex he'd drooled over while standing there at the sauna window (and yes, he admitted, embarrassed, at one point he had felt saliva leaking down his chin, and he realized his fucking tongue was actually hanging out of his gaping mouth) was just too fucking hot. He knew now he had to try it at least once, just to see.
As Jori kept ramming Danny's sweet ass with this hard, incredible-looking eight-inch cock, Tommy envied him: it looked about a hundred times hotter than any goddamn sex he'd ever had, fucking some prom queen or cheerleader who seemed like they couldn't wait for you to shoot off and be done. With Jori and Danny, though, it looked like neither boy wanted it to end. Tommy had never even seen another guy hard before, except in a few porn videos, so he'd never realized how truly awesome it looked to see a hard, stiff shaft bein' put through its paces.
Jori was just so damn into it. As he long-dicked Danny, the blonde hottie's head was rolling back and forth, in sheer, dream-like ecstasy. Fuck, how tight must that Italian Stallion's hole be, Tommy wondered, as he watched Jori push in and pull out so lusciously, transported to some kind of slow, sexy seventh heaven. Tommy was powerless to do anything but keep jacking his own hard, twitching cock, mesmerized as he was by the sight of those two hot boys gettin' busy as hell.
Danny was totally into it, too. He'd braced himself against the wall of the sauna with one hand, the other was stroking his long, thick Italian sausage. Fuck, Tommy sure would have liked to burst in there, suck on that cock, and then plug Danny's ass when Jori was through. All he could think of as he watched, in a kind of fever-dream of lust, was just totally immersing himself into boy-sex. This was the kind of hard-core action he'd been dying for with chicks, but never getting. This was fucking sex, raw, nasty, hard, and physical - the exact way his body craved it. Jori held on to that perfect ass as he pumped in and out, swiveling his hips to hit different spots in Danny's ass. Danny was twitching his ass this way and that, backing up to meet Jori on each thrust, to savor every hard inch of that hot-lookin' cock; and sometimes, Tommy could tell, he'd even clench his ass onto Jori's dick - probably, he thought jealously, so he could feel every fucking inch of that hard young prick up his ass. Tommy heard himself moan deeply in envious appreciation.
Then, Jori brought one hand around and played with Danny's balls, causing the goalie to howl in delight. No doubt, Tommy thought: I would fucking love some chick to know enough to do that to me. Tommy kept stroking, hard as hell, enjoying the sex vicariously - those gorgeous studs wreathed in smoke from the sauna, taking sex to the utter limit, was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
Soon, he saw Danny wince as if in pain. His jaw clenched, and Tommy marveled to see thick cream flow out of his hard cock, like lava pouring out of a hot hole. Oh fuck, yes, he thought, feeling his own load build to that same delicious bursting point. As Danny's cum oozed down his prick, Jori got a glob on his fingers and fed it to Danny, who gobbled it up greedily. Then Danny turned back to kiss that hot Finn, who kept up his sexy long-dicking. Fuck, Tommy had never, ever seen guys kiss before. Shit, that was even hotter, for some reason, than seeing them fuck. They were so beautiful, Tommy felt like crying for some reason. Then he watched in awe as Danny tongued some of his cum into Jori's mouth. He saw the sexy Finn swirl it around in his mouth, swallow, smile, then kiss Danny even more passionately.
Shit, that did it: Tommy sprayed the most incredible load of his life all over the tile wall and sauna door. It was the most gloriously intense orgasm he'd ever had. It was like he'd achieved true male release for the first time. After the ninth or tenth pump, when he was drained dry, he just stood there, knees trembling, feeling like he'd been body-checked and left shaking in the wake of some 210 pound Russian enforcer. He was shaking so badly, he genuinely felt like his legs might give. What a fucking turn-on. It was like seeing one of the coolest, most exciting, most erotic sex secrets in the world accidentally revealed to him, in every mind-numbingly salacious detail.
He wanted to watch more, but suddenly, after cumming, he felt embarrassed. He turned around nervously to see if he'd been watched, then stumbled, jelly-legged, into the showers. He washed up quickly, dressed even faster, and headed back to the hotel, wholly messed up.
He'd worked really hard from then on that afternoon and evening, trying to squash that scene - along with the raw desire it stirred in him. He couldn't even face Danny or Jori as they suited up before the evening game. Finally he called Lacey, desperately needing the normalcy of straight sex, only to get further messed up by that cheating slut.
But it was impossible to blot that memory from his mind. It was just too deep, too hot; he felt it too powerfully in both his mind and body. He could try and deny the feelings it stirred inn him, but the exciting truth of them would burn through any of his defenses.
So, he surrendered totally to the deliciously thrilling revelation in the memory of his team-mates' fuck. As he lay in bed that morning, jerking off, his mind was awash with Jori and Danny. Shit, now he felt a fool for not opening that sauna door, giving a leering smile, making it apparent that he was into this kind of hot sex between boys, and seeing what would happen. He bitterly regretted his nervousness and shame because, as he stroked himself harder, he knew he had to have a taste of that. Call it gay or not, it was hot fucking sex, and if there was one thing Tommy liked, it was hot fucking sex.
Speaking of which, as he continued to pleasure himself, watching his thumb and forefinger slowly rise all the way up, then sensuously shimmy all the way down, loving that feel of rock-hard boy-meat, he wondered just what had gone on in Lacey's dorm room last night (and probably this morning). He pictured two couples getting naked and nasty all night long, and hell if that didn't sound fine. He'd love to be bare-assed, along with two chicks and another hot, built guy like himself, watching the dude bone one of the chicks, seeing that muscle-stud's hot, naked body writhe and ripple while he bounced some babe's ass. Especially if it was some big-dicked guy like Chance. Shit, talk about hung like a horse. It always seemed unbelievable how his room-mate's long thick cock dangled about an inch or so longer than you'd think was normal. Holy shit, to see Chance hard, making love to some sweet young thing. Tommy's dick felt ready to burst. His nuts began to ache.
Shit, he thought, he had to get himself off before this frustration made him squirrelly. He wondered if Chance had any Penthouse's lying around that he could jerk off to. Or Hustler's, those would be even better, he knew, cause they usually had a couple photo's with some hot stud's swinging dick in them. Yeah, Tommy realized with a kind of enthusiastic relief, he probably was at least bi. He'd been checking guys out forever, hadn't he? Chance, for example - shit, did he ever like to feast his eyes on that hick stud as he walked around their room nude or just in a jock. Fuck, would he ever like to repeat that sauna scene with Chance. But Chance didn't seem all that gay to him. Tommy laughed: imagine a clod-hopper like Chance knowing about gay sex. What a riot. Dude was so sheltered, he might still be a virgin. He probably hadn't even gotten to second base with a girl, let alone experience the incredible pleasures hot guys could have with each other. Poor innocent sap. But not Tommy; Tommy was ready to graduate out of ho-hum sex into hot boy action.
He got off his bed and padded over to Chance's side of the dorm, his hard, randy dick swinging and bobbing wonderfully as he walked. He noticed a new poster Chance must have put up while he'd been away on his road trip; it was pretty hot. Some wrestler DVD or something, but the guys in it were awesome-looking. Tommy chuckled as he thought: I like this, man; I like being able to check guys out without thinking I'm weird. He was excited to start flirting with guys, see where it led. This one guy on Chance's poster was especially attractive to Tommy: all you could see was his back, but he was nude, and so what you saw was this incredible ass - hard, firm, muscular. Fuck, Tommy thought, would I like a piece of that. He stared at it as he stroked himself. This looked like a movie he'd like to check out, if it featured the scene with that guy nude in it.
Tommy definitely had a thing for hot boys' asses. He'd had a girlfriend last year who was totally into Abercrombie. She bought the catalog religiously, and every time Tommy was over he'd front like he was half-bored, leafing through it, just to check out clothes. "Think I'd look good in this," he'd ask, but she would never even pay attention. Actually, he'd memorized right where the photos were he wanted to keep checking out - the incredibly buff, bare-chested jocks; especially the ones where the guys were totally naked. And ESPECIALLY if you could see their asses.
There was this one photo-spread, where two really built boys were in a mountain-lake setting, and the one was knee-deep in the lake, totally nude, photographed from the back; he was pulling the flannel boxers off his friend and had them down below the guy's hips in the back, so you could see part of his ass, too. Fuck, that got Tommy hard every fucking time he looked at it. That was a scenario he could go for, big time. There was some naked chick in the picture fooling around with them, but she was just there as window-dressing. It was the two guys that were hot as fuck, digging on messing around with each other, checking out their hot asses. He wondered if those Abercrombie model-dudes all had some huge orgy or something on the set. Probably. Be a total waste if they didn't, if they just had to change clothes and go home after they'd gotten so hot for each other.
He looked around Chance's bed for some skin mag's. He saw a stack of what he assumed were fitness mag's on the end table and decided to check them out cause there might be some hot-looking muscle dudes in there he could jack off to. But as soon he opened the first one, he saw a photo of a really cut dude, totally nude, with an incredible-looking dick. What the fuck, he thought, feeling a hard jolt shoot through his already hard cock. He turned a few more pages and realized immediately - even though he'd never seen one before - it was a gay porn mag. As he flipped the pages excitedly, he was it was loaded with page after page of hot-looking guys, all nude, sometimes even couples, kissing and stroking and fucking each other. TOO FUCKING HOT! his mind gonged. He quickly leafed through a few others in the stack and saw they were all the same. His dick twitched like crazy, and the precum started flowing. Tommy caught it as it leaked and licked his fingers off; this was one of his biggest, juiciest loads of boy-honey ever. Then he hopped back into bed, feeling fine as fuck, and hunkered down for a hot j/o session with Chance's porn stash. No worries about getting off now, he laughed to himself.
Suddenly he put the magazine down for a second as the realization sunk in: Chance Taylor, gay? That dumb hick? No fucking way! There were no fucking signs or anything. Couldn't be. But it must be, else why have a stack of gay stroke books next to your bed? Shit, he thought slyly, that corn-pone rube shtick must all be an act. Tommy became excited as hell at his discovery. Fuck, maybe Chance could teach him all about sex with guys. Wouldn't that be hot as fuck! Body like that, he must be the gay stud-horse of all time.
He picked up the magazine again, ogling the photos like a 10-year old getting his hands on his first Playboy. He stroked his dripping cock lovingly, sensuously, the way he'd stroke the cock of any of these hot-looking dudes he was drooling over, as he flipped through page after page of prime-looking muscle-boys with long, sweet dicks. This was so fucking cool: at long last, guilt-free excitement over fine-ass dudes. Shit, if someone as normal as Taylor is into this, there's no fucking reason I should be ashamed. One photo spread showed two guys 69ing each other, huge ballsacs flopping down their thighs, mouths taking each other's cocks with passionate relish. Tommy stared as if a key life-lesson were being imparted to him. He wanted to memorize the photo so he'd know just what to do when he tried that. Fuck, he thought: this magazine is sheer sex, just the kind of hard-core action I'm craving.
Tommy knew he was ready to spurt soon. He saw that most of the models had these cool, groomed pubic bushes, shaved close and trimmed in a neat, sexy line, or else shaved totally off. And their asses were all shaved slick-smooth. That was fucking hot. These guys were totally into letting their bodies advertise what hot sexual studs they were. Tommy thought it was so cool the way they'd further refined their already hot, muscular bodies, shaving them and grooming them, prepping their bodies for sleek, hot man-sex, sex where tongues, mouths, dicks, and lips would thrust and rub and kiss and lick and glide everywhere. Tommy clicked with this scene in a major way; his dick was so wonderfully hard and thick in his hand.
Tommy was having the best jerk-off session of his life, drunk on these revelatory images of male passion. The pages could have all been blank, though, and by now Tommy's super-charged libido would have projected the exact same erotic scenes on them. This is the sex he'd been secretly craving for years, he knew. Whatever frustration and uncertainty he'd felt the past couple days had evaporated in the raw heat of such frank male desire.
Suddenly there was a hard, loud banging on his door, totally startling Tommy out of his swirling, hot reverie of gay lust. Shame and terror immediately rushed back over him. Who the fuck is this, he thought, heart suddenly racing not with sexual arousal but terror at being found out.
"Chance, dude, lemme in!" yelled a voice. "I'm horny as fuck, dude. Please!"
What the fuck, Tommy wondered, still nervous and shaking. Whoever it was pounded again, louder, and Tommy got up, helpless to do anything but answer it. His mind was a fevered blur. But he knew he had a raging, dripping hard-on, so in a blind, nervous panic, he covered it with the first thing he could think - the porn mag he'd been holding - as he rushed to open the door.
Tommy was dumb-founded when he swung open the door. He'd readied himself for the worst (the RA, maybe), but he never thought he'd see a gorgeous, naked boy sporting a hard-on as thick and wet as his own. It was as if a page from Chance's porn mags had come to life. It was Kyle, the boy who lived next door.
When he saw Tommy was nude, too, he broke into a sly, knowing grin. He glanced down to check out Tommy's dick and saw it was covered. Kyle was hip enough to note at a once that Tommy was covering his cock with a copy of DUDE, a gay porn mag he'd peek at every now and then in the magazine store off campus. He looked up at Tommy and smiled even more broadly.
"Damn, so you and Chance are both gay! That's so cool! Probably makes it a lot easier to have dudes over, huh?"
"But - ."
"I see you're horny as hell on a Sunday morning, same as me. Listen, Tommy, I came over to see Chance. He up yet?"
"No, Kyle. I mean, he's up, but he's not here. It looks like he didn't even sleep here last night."
By now, Tommy had relaxed into the extremely pleasurable possibilities of this encounter; it was almost as if his newly-blossomed elemental male passion had willed it. He wouldn't waste this shot like he did the scene in the sauna. He threw the stroke book on the bed and motioned for Kyle to come in. Now that he had his bearings, Tommy was suddenly very into being naked and hard with this sexy soccer stud.
"I'm not sure where Chance is or where he was last night," Tommy went on. "Our team bus pulled in around 2 in the morning, and I crashed as soon as I got back to the room."
"And don't tell me," Kyle said slyly, slowly, 'innocently' stroking his own long thin seven inches, "you woke up with a hard on, from dreaming about all those hunky hockey studs you were with all weekend."
"Not far from it, dude," Tommy laughed, pulling on his own hard meat, too. He was amped; he and Kyle were gonna get it on, he could feel it. He was gonna lose his gay cherry right here and right now; he was as keyed up as an excited kid's first visit to a whore-house.
Kyle, also craving hot action, and being just a tad more experienced in boy-sex, took the lead. He went up to Tommy, pushed his hand off his dick, and replaced it with his own, stroking up and down on the hockey-jock's long, thick, glistening rod, while he said softly, "Tommy, I came over to suck on your room-mate's incredible cock again. Fuck, I been dreaming about it all weekend. But I'd love to do yours, if you'd like." He bent in and gave Tommy a quick, hot kiss, then stroked the stubbled side of his lean, square jaw, and ran his hands through that long thick blonde hair, all the while teasing Tommy's long, hard shaft.
"Fuck, Tommy, you're so beautiful, so fucking cool and macho-looking. You and Chance are like the best-looking guys in the dorm. It's so fuckin' cool you're into guys, too, Tommy, cause it'd be such a fucking shame to deny this hot body to the dudes who can really appreciate it." Kyle bent in and gave Tommy a hot, hard soul-kiss, stroking his cock now as if he was trying to squeeze the cum right out of it. Tommy wrapped Kyle in his strong biceps and pushed their bodies passionately close. Kyle returned the embrace, delighting in the feel of Tommy's hard, solid nakedness.
Tommy's head was in a wonderful whirl of pure, hot boy-lust. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. There was no past and no future. All he knew was he had both arms around an incredibly good-looking boy, and he was rubbing his lean, firm body up and down, paying especial attention to that sweet, smooth, luscious ass, while their bodies - more importantly, their hard, wet cocks - were pressed tight against each other, and their mouths were hungrily mashed together. It was as close to ecstasy as Tommy had ever been. He wanted nothing more from sex right now than this moment - along with the promise it held of the pleasures yet to come.
He stroked that smooth, round ass over and over, his dick seeming to jump in excited spurts at the thought of getting in there. He dared to part those delicious cheeks and poke his finger around. Tommy's deep male instincts were taking over. "Mmmm, Kyle, you are so fucking beautiful. Dude, you think I can have this ass?"
"Oh fuck yes," Kyle purred, using his ass to clamp down on Tommy's fingers.
Tommy kissed him tenderly, then just smiled at him. He'd never really paid attention to how gorgeous Kyle was. Such a sweet, angelic face, framed by all that curly brown hair. And what a nice lithe body. Tommy remembered he saw a bottle of something on the table by Chance's bed, where he got the magazines.
"Lemme get something," he said shyly, a little embarrassed at the force of his lust, and then he walked over to the nightstand. Kyle kept stroking himself as he watched that bulky, beautifully proportioned frame saunter across the room, ass globes swaying so sexily. Right above each cheek there was a sexy dimple that Kyle just loved. Tommy was in such killer shape. he could lick and suck and worship that body all day. And that gorgeous blonde hair swaying as he walked. What a fine-ass stud, he thought.
Tommy picked up the vial, and sure enough, the label said "Clove Oil Anal Lube." Sounds like just what the doctor ordered, he grinned, taking to the gay scene with a boyish enthusiasm. As he walked back toward his part of the room, he saw Kyle's dreamy, appreciative stare. It made him conscious of his body: every hard muscle felt under his control. He knew how hot his abs and torso looked as he slowly paraded back to Kyle. His big bony feet and powerful calves, Kyle must love those. He stopped and did a few poses, flexing his biceps, then rubbing a nipple sexily with one hand.
"OH YEAH! Fuck, are you hot!" Kyle whooped; then he jumped onto Tommy's bed, wiggling his ass at him, that lovely, ripe ballsac jostling sexily along with his ass.
Tommy glanced down and saw his hard stiff prick jut up proudly; it felt like a tool he could do anything with. And he knew just what he wanted to do. He'd never wanted a fuck more in his life. The thought of Kyle's sweet, smooth ass as his dick stroked in and out was madly intoxicating to him. Through his mind shot a quick realization: with girls, there was always some nervous uneasiness, some worry about performing. Now, as he walked up to that beautiful, luscious boy, sprawled out there now on his bed, he felt totally centered. He stopped at the edge of his bed and stroked his cock up and down to lube it up with the pre-cum that was pouring out of it. He looked down at Kyle with a mixture of passion, gratefulness, lust, and sheer joy.
"Aw shit," Kyle moaned, "look at that beautiful, hard piece of boy-meat. Lemme just kiss it and lick it a little before you fuck me with it, Tommy. My mouth is so hot for a taste of that beautiful stud-cock."
Tommy smiled as he straddled his muscular hips over Kyle's chest and rubbed his hard, wet straining dick softly across Kyle's lips. The luscious bliss on Kyle's face as he played his lips across Tommy's cock-tip and shaft was yet another in a series of incredible new turn-ons for the young hockey player. It felt to him like pieces were falling perfectly, beautifully, into place.
Kyle looked up at this blonde stud, his long hair framing his face so sexily. He had to say something to him before he took that luscious meat in his mouth. He played a finger up and down the shat as he said, "You know, Tommy, sex was never this hot before Chance and his boyfriend let me play around with them. Used to be, I'd play with a girl's tits, get my rocks off in her cunt, and that was that. But now, with boys, it's like unbelievable. My nipples, my tongue, my mouth, my lips, my cock and balls and ass. Everything is so fucking alive and tingling. It's like I've gone from black and white pictures to technicolor movies. Aw shit, I fucking worship this cock!"
With that he slurped that hard wet prick into his eager mouth. Tommy immediately heaved a loud gasp, "OHH YESSSS! AWWWWW FUCK!" I made it, he thought to himself, then dissolved into sensuality.
Kyle smiled to himself, it was so cool to get another guy off, especially when it was such a turn on for him. To give pleasure and get pleasure at the same time - it seemed like such a perfect equation. He loved sucking cock, loved the feel of a hard wet shat in his mouth. 'Oral gratification' was a term he'd heard in his high school psych class, but he really knew what it meant now. He sucked up and down on Tommy's cock, swirling his tongue around as he went. He'd stop at the top and tongue the piss-slit a little, then trace the crown tenderly. Then he lapped his tongue up and down the underside while he gently tickled Tommy's ballsac. In the back of his mind, he heard Tommy voicing variations on "OH, KYLE! Dude, that's so fucking fine! OH YEEESSSSS! Don't stop, Kyle! Oh please, bro, that's so fuckin' fine!!"
On one of his downward licks of that beautiful shaft, Kyle stopped, ran his tongue down on Tommy's balls, and traced all around them, eliciting new, even stronger moans from the blonde stud. He sucked one ball, laving it with his tongue, then the other, repeated this a few times, enjoying the wet, sloshing sound, and then he got back to business on the shaft. Finally, his ass was just too tingly. He drew off that moist hard meat with a deep, aching need that trumped any regret.
"Fuck, man," he gulped breathlessly, "lube my hungry hole, Tommy, then feed me this hard beauty now, OK? I'm so fucking hot for it."
Tommy was only too happy to comply. He grabbed the bottle, pausing a bit as he stared dreamily at his first ass. God, what a beauty. He'd noticed earlier, as his fingers had played in the fold of his ass, that Kyle was shaved smooth, like the guys in the magazine. He traced a finger up and down it again now, longingly. Oh fuck, he was gonna savor this first time. He bent in and licked tenderly with his tongue, tracing it, too, up and down. He started alternating kisses with licks. He was so damn excited, after all these years of digging guys' hot asses, to have his first one here in front of him, spread out before him like a platter, for his utter pleasure. He worked his tongue in: fuck. did it feel right, all tight and wonderful. Kyle cooed lustily, "Mmmmm, fuck me, Tommy! I've gotta feel that hard meat up my ass!" So he raised himself and worked some lube around in the hole and on his dick. Oh yeah, he said, as his dick seemed charged with wonderfully expectant energy, this is the fucking way to go, all right. This is what was meant to happen in bed.
It wasn't about gay or straight, he thought to himself as he worked Kyle's hole open with one hand and, with his other, played with that hard, thin cock and those floppy balls. It was about hot, sexually charged boys, with deep bodily desires. Needing real sex, knowing what each other wanted: sex that was raw, rugged, hard, deep, wet, luscious. That window in the sauna, Tommy realized, watching excitedly as Kyle's ass relaxed open, was a sign-post, pointing out a land he had only day-dreamed about: the secret country of young male desire, where guys got together to give and get what they needed so badly - bold, unashamed, full of passionate longing, able to express their needs and desires so beautifully. Tommy felt so alive here, so lucky to be here at last.
"Oh God, Tommy, please, now, please. I can't stand it any more!"
Tommy set down the bottle. The feeling coursing through him was amazing. For the first time in his life, he felt like a total stud, like a fully-charged sexual being. His cock looked longer, thicker, harder than ever. For the first time ever, his cock was being called for, achingly, hungrily; it was really desired, not just tolerated. Kyle's ass looked like the sexiest thing in the world, like the most perfect fit for his long thick prick. He slowly brought his cock-tip to that widened hole. Kyle helped him work it in. It was awesome to watch; again Tommy felt like crying. Every fiber in his body tingled to feel his cock work itself in slowly, tightly, but surely. Both boys gasped with incredible, deeply physical pleasure. Their cries blended into a beautiful praise-hymn of young male love. Soon, Tommy was fucking his first boy's ass, rejoicing in this new world of sex. His dick fit in so tightly, but not too tightly. Kyle clearly wasn't uncomfortable, as that ecstatic expression told him. The lube and their skin made a sexy little gloppy noise that Tommy loved. Each time he pushed in, he went in farther, loving the feel of Kyle opening up to him totally. His ass was so sweet, it was like it was embracing him, welcoming him.
At first, Kyle lay back and luxuriated in the sensation of a fuck from such a hot stud with such a hard cock. But then his almost instinctual ass-wriggling and dick-clenching spurred him on.
"Throw my legs up on your shoulders, Tommy, and lemme ride this hard fuckin' cock o' yours!"
Tommy grinned and did. There was nothing he wouldn't do for Kyle now, he was a slave to that wonderful boy and his perfect ass.
Sure enough, the fucking got even hotter. Tommy was able to penetrate a little deeper, hitting Kyle's ass from a new angle. And the feeling of that lithe, muscular soccer stud riding his cock was indescribable.
"Aw, Kyle, fuck, man! This is the best fucking sex I ever had!"
Watching Kyle's hard dick and full ballsac jostle and bob around as he was fucked was so fucking cool. Tommy licked his fingers, getting them good and wet - a sight Kyle loved - and worked the boy's shaft and balls. It was so damn exciting to have another boy's cock in your hand. It was the most intimate thing in the world, it seemed now to Tommy. More intimate, even, than fucking; after all, there was a reason they called a guy's cock his 'manhood,' right? It was like his identity. Tommy's mind was a bright, excited blur of masculine love and lust right now. It was all just dazzling. He stroked Kyle hard and fast, to match the rhythm he and Kyle were into, to match the excitement coursing through him.
"I'm gonna shoot, dude!" Kyle yelled deliriously. "OH, TOMMYY - !!"
Watching the cum spurt from Kyle's dick, landing all over both their abs, and feeling that tight, hard ass-clench on his dick as wave after wave of pleasure shot through the boy, was enough to send Tommy into his own mind-wrenching orgasm, one that seemed like it had been building for days.
"OH YEAH!!!" he cried over and over, pumping load after load into the incredible boy's ass, feeling yet again as if sex had just been revealed to him. "AWW FUCK!! HOW FUCKIN' GREAT!!!"
It was those cries of Tommy's that made both boys miss the sound of the dorm-room door opening.
But they weren't so blissed-out on physical passion that they didn't hear that familiar whoop, "Boy Howdy, Tommy! I thought we wuz s'posed to tie a scarf onta the door-knob to prevent each other from walkin' in on scenes like this. Though, I gotta admit, I sure am glad you forgot the scarf today!"
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