Alien Culture

The Alien Culture Project, part 19 By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

Troy reached the others and fell in next to Brock. Chance, who was walking alongside Ash, put an arm around the younger boy's shoulder as they headed to the parking lot.

"This is pretty chill, huh?" Chance asked, letting his hand rest casually on those smooth, nicely formed delts.

Even such minor physical intimacy sent an electric thrill through Ash; he knew it was just some friendly, frat-brother, college-jock thing, but it still felt cool as hell. Like he was one of the big boys.

"Yeah, man," he said, flushed with excitement. "It's so cool to meet dudes like you, older guys who are so good-lookin' . . . I mean, uh, who look good . . . you know, athletes . . . in such good shape." Shit, calm the fuck down, Ash thought to himself.

Chance gave Ash another friendly pat, this time on the butt again, which pleased Ash enormously. And then Chance just left his hand there, which Ash really dug because it showed Chance felt comfortable enough with him to keep that masculine connection together as they strode through the lot. It was like a 'big brother' thing that Ash, an only child, had never had in his life.

"Dude, it's cool you appreciate how in shape Brock and I are, but don't sell yourself short, y'know? You're in excellent shape. Look at these guns, dawg," Chance said warmly, feeling the smooth, lean hardness of Ash's upper arms. Ash was tingling all over now; he felt his young cock getting hard again. It was such a fucking rush for him that this jock-idol thought he was nice-looking and cool enough to hang with.

Chance's hand returned casually to Ash's ass as he shepherded him through the lot to Brock's Jeep; fuck, Ash thought, this is so fucking cool. See, it's good to be around these older jocks. They were showing him how un-self-conscious and physically intimate young athletes are supposed to be. Ash saw baseball players and football players patting butts all the time. That's the way he wanted to be with his team-mates - comfortable with being physically close, comfortable with each other's good-looking bodies. Lots of times he's wanted to give Troy a friendly pat on the butt, but he'd always thought it might seem weird - gay, maybe. But obviously, judging from Chance, it's not. It's what the college-jock studs do. Ash tried to kind of relax his ass into Chance's hand, to let him know it was cool with him.

"And not only that, bro," Chance added, marveling again at the sweet, androgynous beauty of Ash's smooth young face, "but you're handsome as hell. Wish I looked as hot as you do. Fuck, dude, you must have to beat 'em off with a stick."

"Aw, not so much, man," Ash blushed. "I sorta can't figure girls out, you know?"

"Tell me about it, dude." The hand was still there; Ash thought he might swoon, it felt so fine. He really dug this Chance guy: he seemed so fucking warm and friendly, and so damn masculine. He just exuded an aura of cool confidence and ease that Ash lacked, an aura that Ash found . . . well, sexy, dammit. Chance was the kind of hip, together stud Ash wanted to be.

"So far, it's like I'm still way more comfortable around just guys," Ash admitted.

Chance laughed and gave Ash's wonderfully soft, round, sensual butt a final pat, "You and me both, dude. You and me both."

When they reached the car, Brock and Troy took the front, and Chance slid in close to Ash in the rear. Ash loved the feeling of that hard, strong thigh pressed up next to his. He could tell Chance's thighs, even though covered by his knee-length shorts, were incredible: they jutted out, firm and shapely, on either side of his body, and if they were in any way proportionate to those killer calf muscles - well, Ash had pored over enough fitness magazines to imagine them: solid, chiseled, all four portions of the muscle well-worked and totally defined. Ash bet they looked sexy as hell. He knew he didn't have the body type for quads like that, but he could sure appreciate them on guys who did.

Brock eased the car out of the lot and called back to Chance.

"Open up a coupla cold ones, Taylor, and we'll pass around a joint."

Ash and Troy were thrilled. This is what the cool kids did at school, cruised around having a beer and smoking pot. In fact, their friend Anthony, who they originally came with, was supposed to score for them all there at the park, but didn't - he hadn't even brought the beer he'd promised - so their afternoon was pretty much a bust until Chance and Brock came along.

Brock, in opening his Jeep's glove box, let his hand brush against the inside of Troy's thigh, and a sharp current jolted through the young boy. Physical intimacy between males was so foreign to him that any touch from another male was startling. Troy realized he was ridiculous, he had to get more comfortable with his body. And if he was going to get a swimming scholarship, he knew he'd have to be comfortable around other guy's bodies as well. He was just so uptight, especially in the locker room: not because he was ashamed of his own body - he knew he had one of the best-defined bodies on the team. And it sure wasn't his penis size either, cause he had one of the longest ones on the team, easily. It was five-and-one-half inches soft, he knew, cause he'd measured it a few times. It was just . . . well, he always got so damn excited by all the other nude boys. It was stupid: he knew it was kinda weird to look too long at other guys' asses and chests and cocks, but he almost couldn't help himself. He didn't dare ask someone like Ash, a real close friend, if he felt the same way. So he'd just tried to make sure he kept a big physical distance between him and the other guys. But now, seeing Brock so at ease, so cool with touch like this - it sure gave Troy pause.

After he got the glove box open, Brock just let his hand rest there nonchalantly and turned to Troy, explaining, "I got a bag o' pot in there, dude. There's a couple joints already rolled. Take one out, light it, and pass it 'round, 'k?"

"Cool," said Troy, amped to blow a little dope. He reached in, getting kinda used to the feeling of this strong, good-looking jock's physical closeness; it seemed so genuine, so friendly, such a cool guy thing. Then suddenly, Brock grabbed his thigh hard, sending another sharp jolt right through him. Damn, he thought, a little flustered, as he felt his dick get hard, which was weird; must be nerves.

"Whoa, hold it, bro!" Brock was saying, "When you get the bag of dope, fish your hand around and find the lighter in there, too, OK?"

"Sure," said Troy, only half-wondering why Brock was leaving his hand there, but now not at all minding the contact. The real studs in this world, he figured, were totally cool about each other's bodies. He'd once seen some hard-ass bikers milling around a bar in town one day, and two of them actually kissed each other. It didn't mean anything, Troy figured, except that they were tight. Brock seemed like that kind of really suave dude. This was pretty awesome, he thought, having such a totally together - and, he had to admit, incredibly handsome - guy wanting to be a fast friend like this. Fuck, he and Ash sure got lucky today. A little light-headed, he took out a well-rolled joint and lit it, letting his young lungs fill with the thick, pleasantly harsh weed-smoke.

He passed it to Brock, who grabbed Troy's wrist, brought it to his face, and took a deep drag off the doobie while Troy still held it. Troy thought that was pretty damn slick. He'd have to start doing shit like that with his friends. It was so damn manly, he thought. Like somethin' army guys would do. Brock had a really strong grip, and kinda soft, sensual hands for such a tough hombre.

When Brock exhaled his huge lungful of pot, he put his hand on Troy's thigh again and said, "Pop the top on a beer for me, willya stud?"

"Sure, bro," said Troy, passing the joint to the back and getting two cold beers from Chance. He twisted the cap off each. As he passed Brock his, he softly punched the older boy's thigh, saying, "This is so damn chill, bro, hangin' with you guys!" and then let his hand rest casually on that thigh, just to let Brock know he was ready to join that secret society of cool dudes. He just left it there for about half a minute, but fuck, that was enough to tell that Brock's muscles were hard as rock. How do you get such an incredible body like that, Troy wondered. He could feel his own dick was still hard, amped on all this excitement coursing through him, no doubt. It was a good feeling.

Chance and Ash sat in the back seat, still pressed close. Chance was grinning, getting a fast buzz off the beer and the one puff of dope he allowed himself, as well as the thought of the hot sex to come with these obviously closeted high schoolers. Troy was starting to look for excuses to feel up Brock's luscious frame, he could see, and he noticed Ash's eyes kept raking over his own torso, then darting away whenever Chance caught his gaze, and he knew just how the shy young boy felt. To break the tension, he took another swig of beer and asked, "So what year school you guys in?"

"We're both juniors," Ash managed to stammer out, his mouth dry from a feeling he couldn't describe. "We're 16."

"Cool age! I remember when I was 16, horny as fuck all the time. Damn, wish I had a dollar for every time I beat off that year." And then he laughed, a little buzzed, "Well, I guess it'd only amount to maybe four- five-hundred dollars. Well, maybe seven-eight hundred bucks, now that I figger it, cause most days I'd beat off two, three times."

Ash laughed. Man, was this hip, being so frank about guy-shit like this. But he couldn't stop staring at Chance's abs. They were unlike anything he'd ever seen. Not an ounce of fat, and so damn full and - really, the only way to describe them - ripe and luscious-looking. The muscles weren't flat at all, they had this incredibly beautiful curved peaks to them, and then that deep, incredibly sexy groove down the middle. Shit, he could just imagine someone making love to Chance, standing in back of him, pressing their nakedness against the muscular expanse of his back, and kissing his neck all over while stroking those beautifully cut abs. Damn, he didn't want to think about a guy's body like that, but fuck it was true. It was so damn hot-looking, it was just built for sex, like it was slathered in sex. Fuck, he laughed a little nervously to himself, I am way buzzed!

"Dude, I gotta say it again," he found himself saying, as if his brain and mouth weren't really in sync, his mouth just blurting things out on its own, "you have the greatest set of abs I have ever seen."

"Thanks," Chance said, then reached over a hand, pulled up Ash's T, and rubbed the young boy's abs. "Yours ain't so bad either, dude. Kinda lean, and - feel that? - starting to get some definition. You just need to burn a bit more fat and work these guys harder. They'll pop out, just like mine. You KNOW basic physical conditioning ain't rocket science if a country-hick like me can understand it!"

Ash was getting so damn hard at the feeling of Chance's hand rubbing his abs. On a few rubs, Chance's fingers swooped clumsily down low under the waist of his cargo shorts, and once the tips of his fingers even brushed his dick, which shot a kind of main-line tingle right through his nerves. Ash figured Chance wasn't even conscious of it, just a little high and drunk, like he was himself, but, fuck, was it thrilling. The echo of it resonnated through his nerves, as if his dick were crying out, begging Chance's fingers to stroke it again.

The he started to smile dreamily as his mind seemed to soak in a kind of warm bath. He knew what this was: it was his libido, beginning to revel in one of those uncontrollable secret fantasies he occasionally had - well, often had, actually; fanatsies fueled so steadily now, and so very satisfyingly, by the 'Naked Muscle' website to which he was addicted, as well as by his own raging hormones; fanatasies which he guiltily - but excitingly - labeled 'Bi-curious.' Damn, he smiled, as he felt his dick harden, what the fuck would he do if Chance started playing with his dick there in the back seat? Just reached down in under his boxers and stroked away at his long, stiff boy-prick? And then, maybe, he'd bring another hand down to work his tight ballsac. His young dick throbbed excitedly at the thought. Then his fantasy shifted and, damn, it was him and Chance in bed, just lying next to each other, rubbin' abs and stroking dicks. He wondered what Chance's dick looked like - such an incredible muscle-stud like him, he had to have an amazing piece of meat. He looked over, but it was hard to make out under Chance's jock and shorts.

It was normal to have these kind of fantasies, he thought. It didn't mean anything that most of his - well, almost all of them, really - featured guys instead of girls. Lots of young guys experimented, right? It was just part of bein' a horny young dude is all. So many nights, when his folks went to bed eatly, he dressed in his sexiest underwear, smoked a little pot if he had some, and posed in front of the mirror, trying to look like some hot young stud; then he'd click on his secret website, get hard as hell, and stroke till load after load of sweet teen boy-cream pumped from his cock. Sexual fantasies were supposed to be freaky, weren't they? I mean, that was the point, right? So he just lay back against the seat of Brock's Jeep and let his mind get freaky as shit. Thank God no one else in the car could read his mind. Mmmmmm, getting hard there next to Chance felt fine as fuck.

A minute or so later, feeling bold, amped, and horned up from the pot and his lusty daydreams, he dared to reach over and rub Chance's abs. He was hit with the immediate force of true athletic perfection; it was like rubbing his fingers over polished marble. He didn't think his young dick could get any harder, but it did.

"Shit, man, this is solid steel!" he gasped. "Fuck, man, they're fucking incredible!"

He worked nervous fingers over them in slow, erotic awe.

"Mmmm, that's nice," Chance purred. "Yeah, you get your slab nice and well-worked like this, Ash, and you'll see, feels so damn good havin' someone stroke it like that." He smiled, laid back in his seat, and let Ash, fascinated, keep rubbing.

The quick feel he'd copped of Ash's rock-hard prick earlier told Chance he was right: this kid was a very sweet, shy, deeply closeted case, one clearly dyin' for boy-sex, but clueless as how to proceeed; a boy, Chance thought, who, once he learned the basics, would probably be one hot stud in the sack. This would be fun, Chance thought, teaching this gorgeous young jock everything he needed to know about the sex he so clearly craved.

Ash, meanwhile, was in ecstasy - the hard, smooth ripple of Chance's sexy abs was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. He traced down the cut, grooved center with his finger, then over each striaited muscle. It felt like his fingers were playing over the most priceless work of art in the world, something made of solid gold or marble, except wonderfully warm, alive, sensual. He was totally unsurprised when, a few moments later, he felt his hard young prick start drooling out a glob of precum. Again his bi-curious fantasy kicked in: Chance and he naked, him rubbing these sexy abs, then, with his other hand, freeing Chance's stud-cock from its jock and rubbing up and down on that thick, hard shaft. Then, when that sweet, clear juice started to ooze out of the tip, Ash would bend down to it, breathe in its full, thick beauty, and then, at long last he'd give in to one of his most hidden desires and put another guy's dick in his mouth; the next scene in his raunch-reverie was him swirling his tongue up and down that long, hard thickness. Fuck, dude, he laughed nervously, feeling his cock twitch and drip like crazy, you keep this shit up and you're gonna fuckin' explode in your cargo shorts. But fuck if his cock didn't feel good between his legs, all beefed up and throbbin'. He rubbed across those steel-cut abs dreamily.

"Go ahead, dude, keep it up if ya like," Chance said softly. "It's good to feel another guy's muscles. Helps you visualize more deeply what you want for your own body. Us guys in the gym always feel each other's pump when we lift. Mmmm, that feels great, dude. You're gonna love it when you get yours worked all hard and cut like this."

Ash felt about thirty seconds away from cumming. His stoned young mind kept daring him to go for it, to just slide his hand under the band of that jockstrap and - suddenly, he was shook out of his steamy daydream by the loud rasp of Brock's voice from up front. Ash, nervous and guilty now, realized his dick had oozed out what felt like about a half-cup of precum. He hoped to hell his shorts weren't stained. He did not want these cool macho studs - not to mention his best friend - to suspect the truth of his strong, secret, sexual attraction to guys.

Brock had finished a long swig of his beer and yelled out, "So, where should we go? Back to campus?"

"Hey," said Ash, composing himself a little - something helped by the hit he just took from the second joint that Troy had lit and passed to him, "Troy, whyn't we chill at your place?"

"Sure," said Troy, cool with the idea - it meant not cruising the campus for chicks, of course, but these guys had weed and beer and were really hip. He didn't mind in the least just hangin' with Ash and these two major studs. He turned to Brock, "My family's gone for a couple weeks to our lake cabin up north, so I got the place to myself."

"Troy's house is awesome," cried Ash, suddenly buzzed on another fantasy taking shape in his over-sexed young libido: "He's got a fucking indoor pool!"

"A pool!" Brock cried, his imagination suddenly tuned to the same frequency as Ash's, his own mind awash with images of the four of them horsing around in the water for a while - wet, muscular romping; beautiful boy-bodies on sexy display; water-sports that all involved getting close enough to let each other feel hard dicks brush against one another's bodies; pulling suits down 'innocently': the whole scene serving as randy, homoerotic foreplay, getting everyone ripe and eager for some truly wild fucking.

"Well, that sure as hell settles it," Brock said in that sexy, husky rasp of his. "Damn, could I go for a swim right about now." He turned to the cute young hard-body next to him, gripping his hand even more sensuously on the boy's thigh - up kinda way close this time, making Troy feel like Brock really liked him - and sneered sexily, "Swimmin' with the swim team. Sounds pretty damn fine. Which way do I go, Troy m'boy?"

Troy let out a lungful of dope, then held the joint to Brock's lips, saying, "Take a right when you get to Old Lake Road."

After ten more minutes of driving, Brock saw a Taco Bell and drove through. Turned out everyone was hungry from the pot, and the two high school boys, especially, ordered big.

As he drove on, Troy gave Brock directions for the last leg of the drive.

"I know where that is!" Brock cried. "It's Hidden Lake, right? Damn, you live there, your folks must be loaded."

Troy smiled shyly, "Yeah, both the 'rents are lawyers; they do all right, I guess."

All right, indeed. Brock and Chance both let out serious aah's and ooh's as they pulled up the long drive. The house was a huge old 1940s brick mansion - most all the houses in this area were similarly majestic; it was where a lot of the old money in the city was concentrated.

"Pull straight back," Troy said, draining the last of his beer and crumbling the wrapper from his fourth taco. He had an amazingly heavy buzz on, he realized, but cutting through it was his keen anticipation of an afternoon pool party with these college dudes. This is probably the hippest thing I've ever done, he thought; the other kids at high school would be so damn jealous. "That's where the pool is. My folks added it on. It's pretty tight."

Brock parked, and they all got out. He and Chance were rubber-necking the house and grounds in awe. The house backed on to a huge woods, which started just after the large flagstone patio they had to cross to reach a set of French doors, set into a 'wall' of totally windowed glass, through which they could see an enormous indoor pool. The day was still gorgeous - sunny, warm, miraculous. Chance estimated the time at about 2, which left them about four hours of fun until he had to drive back and get ready to meet Reed.

"After we swim for a bit, maybe we can just lay out here and soak up some afternoon sun. Sound hip?" Troy asked.

"Sounds great," Chance muttered, still gawking at the surroundings. Up North, this kinda stuff was non-existent. To him it looked pure Hollywood.

Inside, by one of the chaises that flanked the pool, Brock set down the cooler case of beer he'd been hoisting on his shoulder. Then he got out his weed, his lighter, and a pipe he'd fished out from under his seat. He filled the pipe, lit it, and inhaled.

"Anyone else? One more bowl before the fun starts?" he said, exhaling.

"Tight," said Troy.

"Hell yeah," said Ash.

Brock filled another bowl and passed it and the lighter to the two boys. Even Chance, excited as hell to go swimming with Brock and these cute boys, had a puff.

"All right!" Brock said, when everyone's buzz had been nicely burnished. He put the weed and paraphrenalia on a wrought-iron end table, telling the others to help themselves to pot whenever they wanted more, then yelled out in his raspy voice, "Last one in's a rotten egg!"

"Hang on," said Troy. "There's some extra swimsuits in the changing room. I'll go get 'em."

Brock, inspired by his horniness, decided to up the ante immediately.

"Who the fuck needs suits?" he asked, sneering in disgust - as if the thought of swim trunks covering up these beautiful young bodies was some sort of outrage. "Skinny-dippin's way cooler!"

And with that, he shucked off his board shorts with one swipe. And with that swipe, the weather in the room seemed to change for Troy and Ash: all the low-level flirting and fantasies and confusion suddenly heated up a couple degrees shy of the boiling point, and a heavy, soul-pounding, sexual throb started pulsing subliminally through the core of both young boys. Even if neither could yet articulate it consciously, with the brazen exposure of Brock's awesomely erotic physique, deep down in their pre-conscious, animal brains, both boys knew the ecstatic heights of utterly satisfied sexual desire to which they were being drawn.

His body, Brock knew, was pretty much perfection; its hard, ropy definition was breath-taking. Both Ash and Troy had been naturally curious all afternoon, wondering what kind of equipment lay under those teasingly low-riding shorts of his. But actually seeing Brock's naked frame fully revealed was one of the single-most exciting moments of their young lives. They'd seen class-mates naked before, of course, but never a real cut stud like Brock. It was like they were swimming with a porn star.

They feasted on him. The sight of his semi-hard, upcurving, uncut beauty of a cock, deliciously set off by the shaved-smooth flatness of his lower abs, was just too fucking much for the stoned, and now very turned-on, Troy & Ash. Their randy young excitedness, bubbling up perkily from the swirling undercurrent of lust they were sinking in, couldn't help but show in their shorts. Troy, especially, was flooded with all his repressed desires for good-looking boys' bodies, and damned if Brock, right now, wasn't about the sexiest piece of ass he'd ever seen.

Brock was aware of the stares of the others - Chance, a big shit-eating grin on his face, just winked knowingly, but the two boys were almost drooling in lusty apppreciation and awe. To rub things in, Brock stretched and flexed his lean muscular frame as suggestively as possible. He'd enjoyed many years of body-adulation from other males, so he had become used to how to comport himself when naked: how to preen and pose; how to cock his hips just so or arch back seductively to show his cock off; how raise his arms, as if stretching, then lace his fingers behind his head, so as to show off his smooth, chiseled armpits; how to clench his ass muscles so their dimples stood out wantonly; and how to scratch his abs teasingly, to flex his upper torso just so so every ripped sinew can be made out, even how to shift his weight to one leg so his cock jutted out more lusciously. He made the whole routine seem natural.

"What the fuck?" Brock smiled coyly, still posing, teasing, trying to act casual with his strartling beauty. "M'I the only one gettin' wet?"

"Nah," said Troy sheepishly, "it's just that, well . . ."

"Don't tell me," Brock laughed, "you're like Chance, aincha? Embarrassed at how small your dick is?"

"Nah, I'm a little embarrassed at how fuckin' hard it is."

"I can't understand it, dude," Troy added, by way of nervous explanation. "Guess I'm just a little horny from the weed or somethin'."

Brock put Troy at ease immediately; he wanted to see those boys naked and hard as soon as possible. "Don't worry about a thing, bro. When you're dealin' with raw jock muscle as hot as me and Chance here, why if yer dick didn't start drooling in a few seconds, I'd think you wuz dead. And when it comes to Chance - shit, I'm sure he'd even give a dead guy an erection. So not to worry. We're all dudes here, right? So, c'mon, let's go, gents. I repeat, 'Last one in's a rotten egg!'"

Troy figured, what the fuck, and pulled down his shorts. His own hard, uncut dick stood out for all to see. Ash excitedly compared Troy's stiff beauty to Brock's. Brock's stiffening shaft was about an inch longer maybe, not a whole lot thicker, maybe even a little thinner - it was so damn sleek-looking. Troy's was way hot - hard, stiff, juicy-looking, and crowned by a little puffy patch of black pubic hair - but Brock's shaved pubes made him look like a kind of pure, sexual animal. Plus, where Troy's dick just jutted up ramrod-straight at a forty-five degree angle, Brock's had an incredible up-curve to it that Ash found mesmerizing - all he could think about was how something like that felt sliding in and out of your ass. With Troy's, he wanted to just walk over, smile, then crouch down, hold the underside of the shaft tenderly, and wrap his lips around the luscious firmness; it looked suckable as hell. Fuck, he was getting hard again. He was fuckin' way ready to call this: it was the sexiest fuckin' day of his young life. He never wanted it to end. His dick was twitching with excitement, like a happy young puppy that had suddenly found a home.

"That's a sweet piece o' meat, dude," Brock said coolly, sidling up next to Troy and giving his stiffy a playful sprong, shocking Troy, but thrilling him. "Don't ever be embarrassed about showing it off." Then he turned to his team-mate: "And why're YOU so slow, Taylor? You got a hard-on for me, too?"

Chance smiled, pulling down his sweat-shorts, stepping out of them, and showing off his adonis-like frame, clad only in that thin, tight runner's jock. His body was just pure, beautiful muscle; it was like his skin had just been thinly spray-painted over a frame of perfectly developed musculature. It ached to look at, it was that gorgeous. And seeing that incredible body in just a jock and workboots, a vision of pure male beefcake hotter than anything on his porn site, Ash let out a gasp he couldn't hold back. This was a hard-core gay fanatasy come to dick-stiffening life. His eyes were riveted on that jock pouch, stretched so thin, you could easily see what a huge dick was inside. Aw fuck, he admitted, his silly little pretense of 'bi-curious' fantasies evaporating now in an aching, searing stab of pure, full-blown, gay-male lust: he wanted that stud in bed, in his jock, so that he could suck and lick that incredible piece of piece of long, thick jock-meat right through the mesh, get it hard, then peel that sexy strap off, carress that huge shaft reverently in his trembling hands, guide it hungrily to his ass, and feel it snake slowly and deliciously up his tender, virgin hole. He'd pay a hundred dollars for the opportunity; fuck, he'd shell out fifty bucks alone for just a set of pic's of Chance in that jockstrap and those workboots. He stared helplessly as that jock pouch shifted and wriggled as Chance kicked off his boots.

Ash's own cock, he could feel, was now rock-hard - so hard, it actually hurt. He kept staring, mouth dry and heart pounding, more sexually aroused than he'd ever been in his life, as Chance reached up a big, bony, powerful hand and pulled off the skimpy jock, so that an unbelievably long, thick - and yes! uncut! - dick was free to dangle down in all its majestic glory. Ash had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. He was trembling from delirious young lust.

"Nah, Brock, I ain't got a stiffy for you. Fuck, dude, you should know by now: th'only person can get me really hard is yer mama."

And with that, the water play started. Brock lunged to push Chance in, who dodged, causing Brock to teeter in. Troy, wanting to get on Brock's good side, pushed the laughing Chance in. Ash pushed in Troy, shucked his own board shorts, briefly exposing his stiff, boinging seven inches, and then jumped in after them.

And so began a truly memorable pool party for all four of these gorgeous young athletes. The first twenty minutes or so were filled with just delighting in the water and the company. It was sheer heaven, enjoying the feel of one's own nude body, immersed and luxuriant in the warm water, while being able to indulge at will in the heady sight of young, naked muscle, glazed to sensuous lusciousness by a watery sheen. Quickly, the testosterone levels in the room became so amped, one got a sexual rush just breathing the air.

Brock couldn't take his eyes off Troy. The kid was like a younger version of himself, no more than 5 or 10 percent body fat, and beautifully etched - his cut young muscles bulged as sexily as possible on a svelte, young teen. And the boy's dick - a thick, fleshy tube of uncut beauty - had Brock's own prick trailing thin ropes of pre-cum through the pool. Troy would get out of the water and stand near the pool for a second, swigging a beer or taking a quick puff of pot, and Brock would think, Damn, this kid is sleek as hell, definitely built for speed. He stared at Troy's pert, tight young ass like a drooling dog eyeing raw meat. His dick throbbed as he imagined how good it would feel to ease into that tight, muscular little ass and get Troy moaning in ecstasy as he long-dicked him.

For Troy himself, as he swam, eyes glued to the other three young nudes (but mostly to Brock), his mind and groin swirled with equal parts fear, arousal, nervousness, dread, and desire. But it was desire that gradually trumped those other emotions, in the form of a sexual passion he couldn't really name or give shape to yet, but which seemed to stir in him a sense of promise, excitement, fulfillment.

Ash's mind was an ecstatic rhapsody of pulse-pounding thoughts, a riotous stimulation from the deliciously close proximity to all that naked jock muscle. He was living a sexual fantasy hotter than anything his fervid imagination had yet been able to dream up. He was so turned on skinny-dipping with these college he-men that for a while he was actually worried it could do injury to his dick by staying stiff for so long. But the feeling was indescribable; the delicious throb of his hard, pulsating young cock made him feel more sexually alive, more masculine, than he'd ever felt before.

It was funny: part of his sexual insecurity with girls had always been the worry he wouldn't get hard or would lose his erection once it was time for penetration. But now, with these fine-ass boys, he couldn't imagination ever going soft. His hard, teen dick felt like it was made of solid, tightly-packed cum: like if he stroked it, the whole thing would explode in a riotous splatter of boy-cream. Fortunately, Brock had made it cool about the hard-on's the two younger guys were sporting, so Ash and Troy felt cool about parading their obvious stimulation. And, Ash grinned to himself after just ten minutes of swimming together, there was so much opportunity for stimulation, not just visually, but phsycially, as there were so many chances to casually brush another guy's dick or have yours rub up against a hard wet ass. It was incredible. His mind was a camera, taking reel after reel of prime jack-off material for the next year or so. Still, he had to be careful not to stare too long: he was very nervous about being teased for seeming queer.

And Chance was his usual happy, horny self. He hadn't been swimming since mid-summer, so half his pleasure was just indulging his well-conditioned body in one of his all-time favorite past-times. Water and muscles formed an elemental nexus for him - he and his friends would spend much of the summers in the various bays of the Yellow Branch River, letting their bodies exult in the cool, green water. Today was like one of those days, but without the cut-offs he and his friends wore back home when they swam. So his natural joy in water and swimming was compounded by the basic, physical purity of nudity. He delighted frankly lately in the company of good-looking boys, and the three others with him here this afternoon were all in the ripe prime of youth, so Chance reveled in this intimate, erotic camaraderie which he knew would culminate in wonderful rounds of muscular young sex.

Chance found himself drawn to the classic,, almost feminine beauty of Ash. There was a real excitement in watching that alluring young boy move so well in the water: his smooth, white frame and long, lean muscles cut through the water with a sexy perfection. To Chance, Ash looked like some gorgeous young mer-boy, an object of exotic sexual pleasure. He kept his earrings in, which only added to his exoticism. It made Chance so hard to see Ash's non-stop erection, as well as the number of times the boy's eyes would rake over his body. So Chance gave him a show: he'd hoist his bulk out of the pool, slowly pad over to his beer and take a sip, stretching his rippling musculature, aware of his long, hard, jutting dick, his stiffness allowing the top half of his cock head poke sexily through his foreskin. When he knew Ash was staring, he'd idly fondle his big, low-hanging ballsac, letting his finger wander as low under them as he dared, or he'd swipe up a glob of pre-cum with his middle finger, then nonchalantly bring it to his mouth and suck it dry, as if it were something guys did all the time. Once or twice he heard a sudden, gasping moan erupt from the obviously turned-on boy.

After this initial prelude of flirting, posing, and ogling, the afternoon soon settled into a groove of sexually charged boy-play. First came chicken-fights, with someone's dick nuzzling another boy's neck or poking a cheek; then came a round of dives, with dicks spronging gloriously and impish divers coming up from the deep end right between another guy's legs; later, as the comfort-level blurred into unabashed desire, came endless bouts of water-wrestling, where it almost seemed like the other guy wanted you to feel his dick or feel your ass. It was absolute heaven for everyone. Few scenes are more erotically charged than a young hunk, standing nude, half-submerged in water, muscular young body displayed proudly, while talking to another gorgeous young boy sitting poolside, one leg drawn up, long cock splayed across a thigh.

That afternoon was a haven for the four of them, a time to luxuriate in being a full-blooded young boy, with no shame or inhibition ruining the glorious mood. Even Troy was utterly turned on; his hard, jutting cock, initially a source of embarrassment, now became a badge of randy, masculine virility. It meant he was a young stud, celebrating his youth and potency among the finest of his kind.

All four were young boys again that afternoon, skinny-dippin' at the ol' swimmin' hole, prancing and waggling in their luscious nudity, showing off in front of each other, with he-man poses or head-stands poolside. But boys with a difference - for these were boys in the full, glorious bloom of male sexuality. These were boys, not with the cute little pricks of innocent youth, but the long hard cocks of raw carnality. And these were boys, either well-versed, like Chance and Brock, in what those thick cocks needed to do to slake those carnal desires in the most satisfying way possible, or, they were boys achingly curious, like Ash and Troy, to discover the deepest sexual pleasures possible to randy young men.

That afternoon marked the closest so far Ash had ever gotten to the sex he knew he desired so desperately. Way down in the base of his dick, in the center of his balls, he felt nothing but lust for the three young jock-gods romping with him. He'd pause poolside to sip on a beer and soak up the action, those beautifully-worked bodies so incredibly sexy as they moved in the water, or raised themselves out, drops glistening on smooth, hard, curved ripples. Brock and Chance, meanwhile, were taking their time in this seduction; they were both just enjoying the physical kick of a beautiful indoor pool and their gorgeous young companions. The sex would come soon; it would be even sweeter after all this exciting cruising. And Troy? For Troy this was just the tightest fucking time ever.

At one point, Chance came up close to Ash, putting an arm around his shoulder to plot some mischief against the other two (Ash tried vainly to concentrate when all he could do was stare at Chance's torso, cock and thighs). As Chance explained the plan, Ash could only focus on the thought of his tongue slowly moving down Chance's beautifully outlined rib-cage before getting lost in the muscles of his upper body and abs. He almost shot a load when, after their sneaky strategy session, Chance softly stroked his butt as he sent him off to put his part of the plan into action (which consisted of filling a couple of the super soakers Ash had told him were kept in a box in the changing room). Their cunning horseplay worked like a charm: Chance had distracted Brock and Troy, who were drying out on beach towels, while Ash executed his mission; then Chance caught the loaded water toy Ash threw to him, and together they blasted the other boys until they had to jump back in the water to escape the torrent. Ash thought he'd faint when, gloating poolside, Chance embraced him in a hearty victory hug, wet muscled bodies and hard wet dicks pressed firmly together. Chance even patted and grabbed him on the butt again in glee as they celebrated their triumph. Ash couldn't stand how much he wanted to stay in that embrace, keep rubbing his cock against that huge beautiful tool of Chance's, and then lie on a towel together and fuck.

He wanted to duck into the john right off the pool room and jerk off his maddening hardness, but he didn't want to miss a minute of Chance-watching. He couldn't take his eyes off the erotic perfection that was that jock-adonis, especially when he'd emerge from the water, his sculpted perfection dripping and powerful, like some ancient young sea god. Ash's eyes were always locked on Chance's dick whenever he could catch a glimpse. He'd never seen one so big and thick and veiny. It was absolutely gorgeous. Ash had sheepishly become something of a connoisseur of guys' dicks from all his time beating off to his X-rated internet site, but he couldn't recall as glorious a beauty as Chance's long, dangling, breath-taking cock. It hung down, begging to be stroked, licked, sucked, worshipped. And it sat atop two huge, smooth egg-sized balls in their loose, luscious sac, nestling full and ripe against those big cut thighs. Each time there was a glimpse of it, Ash dared to look at that cock for as long as he thought acceptable in guy-code. He spent so long that afternoon nervously trying to get the nerve up to blurt out to Chance how much he wanted to suck that cock. But each time his fevered passion had him close to articulating his desperate desire, he backed down, chiding himself for being so fucking high, so damn horny. And besides, as if there was any possibility a stud this cool and manly-looking could be gay. Naw, Chance would just have to remain his ultimate fantasy. But he'd never had one this all-consuming in his life: if young hormones could have a growth spurt, the thought, his were sure having one.

There wasn't just luscious beauty in that dick, Ash thought, staring longingly as Chance dried himself and grabbed another beer, standing poolside, chatting with Brock, letting his long thick beauty dangle and tempt, there was power and force in it; it commanded a kind of awed respect, making you want to bow before it, to minister to it, to serve it. Ash idly started playing with his own stiff cock in the water as he studied Chance's soft, thick beauty. It was so full, full of life and vibrancy. Ash wanted desperately to get his hands on it, hold it next to his face, his mouth, kiss it, whisper to it, lick it all over, devour it, make love to it. And he wanted to hold that thick cock next to his own, rubbing the two together, so that maybe some of that force and power and vibrancy would rub off. That's how awesomely potent Chance's dick felt to him. Suddenly, he snapped out of hs weed-scented lust-haze, before he shot his boy-spud in the water and really embarrassed himself.

Then, when all the underlying sexual tensions among the four were coming to a real head, Chance got the idea for one last round of athletic young homoerotic cruising, a game he made up on the spot and dubbed 'aqua-football'. He'd spotted a nerf football off in the corner and immediately drew up the teams: him and Brock against Ash and Troy, or, as he called it, the College Cocksmen against the High School Hard-Ons.

"You mean 'College Cocksuckers,' right?" laughed Troy, not knowing how true his teasing was.

"Careful," Brock sneered, "there's penalties for taunting in this game."

Chance quickly sketched out the rules for the game: One team would stand on the edge of the pool at one end and 'kick off' by passing the ball deep to the other team, who'd be in the water at the far end of the pool. The kicking team would dive in and try to tackle the return team. You had to grab the guy and wrestle him totally under the water for a tackle. In lieu of a coin-toss, to see who would get the first kick-off, Brock coyly suggested they compare each other's nipples, to see whose hard nubs jutted out farthest. This necessitated lots of nipple-fiddling, which meant standing very close in front of each other, cocks hitting thighs, abs, or another cock. Troy won, despite Brock's protest that his own hard nips were clearly longer. Chance said they should re-measure, which gave Brock another shot at fiddling with Troy's chest, pressing his body close, cocks mashing together deliriously, getting Troy all flushed and hard again.

The game proved to be the perfect seductive prelude to what Chance and Brock knew (and Ash dreamed and Troy still didn't suspect) would come next, a couple hours of lust-quenching boy-sex. Chance drew up the rules for maximum eroticism: every play was a pass, which meant one boy covered another, who swam out to catch the football. The receiver and defender obviously had to swim in tight coverage, so dicks got pressed against sides or backs, or even in ass-cracks - all so innocently, all so excitingly. And the one player who stayed behind to rush the passer got to hop up and down showing off his young, muscular hardness, and then, after five seconds, rush the QB, diving on top of him in sensuous closeness.

After ten minutes, no one wasn't hard. The feel of their firm, wet bodies slapping against each other in excited physical boy-play brought out the primitive masculine sexuality even in Troy. They all ached for release, the sooner the better. But they all desired more of the game, too, so outrageously, mind-blowingly sensual it was. Chance rushed Ash, sacking him by hugging his body, pressing their cocks together and taking him down, lips lightly brushing his as they fell under the water. Ash almost swooned. Brock covered Troy ridiculously close, his dick wedged in his crack, which caused Troy, whose body was way ahead of his mind when it came to the utter delights of sex between boys, to sort of bliss out and miss the pass. Troy at first wondered why Brock was seeming to initiate gay sex in the water that way, then he reasoned it out the only way the last remnants of his straight brain could process: it was a classic jock's attempt at head-games, one stud trying to make the other his bitch. Well, two can play at that, he figured. So next time it was his turn to guard Brock, he did equally tight coverage, wedging his dick in the receiver's ass, and swimming on top of him; then right when Troy was about to dive ahead for the pass from Chance, he grabbed Brock's dick and squeezed.

"Oh, you fucker!" laughed Brock loudly, "it's definitely on!"

Before the next play, he and Chance took a long huddle. Then when Chance snapped it to himself, Brock immediately dove under the water, instead of staying on the surface as usual. He shot through the pool so fast, Troy couldn't spot him. As the high schooler treaded water, searching beneath the surface, he felt something push up under him. It was Brock, erupting up through Troy's legs, brushing his wet hard body all along the underside of Troy's stiff young cock (which made Troy feel so damn good), but flipping him backwards. Brock caught the ball and swam for the score as Troy just resonated with the memory of that firm young body stroking against his hardness.

That was it, they were all exhausted. As they dried themselves, Brock turned quietly to Chance, his voice thick with lust, and whispered, "I'm thinkin' 'divide and conquer'. You chill out on the patio, sunbathe with Ash. It's gorgeous out. He'll definitely wanna hang with you, seein' as how he's had his eyes on your cock the whole afternoon. Meanwhile, I'm gonna ask Troy to show me the shower. Gotta rinse this chlorine off, right? Let's see who can be the first to make one o' these high school hotties scream so loud you can hear him at the other end of the house."

The plan worked perfectly. Brock and Troy headed off, dicks bobbing and asses shifting sexily as they left the pool area, and Chance and Ash grabbed some beach towels and headed out into the still-warm sunshine. Ash couldn't believe they were still hanging out nude together, but he was loving it.

Once out there, Chance lay back in a chaise, excited as hell to help this cute young kid learn the joys of boy-on-boy sex. He lay back and let Ash drink him in, his big upper torso fetchingly displayed, those thick thighs and calves seeming to drape off the lounge chair. He idly traced a finger around one of his hard nipples. Ash's eyes, though, were riveted to that huge thick veiny cock straining straight up from his groin, with that fist-sized ballsac adorning it at the base. Ash just stared at the beautifully lickable cockhead, about a third of it poking through the stretched foreskin.

Chance noticed the stare and grinned. He had one arm cushioning his head. With the other, he reached down and started to stroke his long, luscious thickness.

"Damn," he said, "all that rompin' round's got me horny as fuck. Not sure I can wait four more hours till I see my boyfriend."

"Yeah," said Ash, absent-mindedly, too caught up in his lust-fever to have heard anything Chance just said, least of all the word 'boyfriend.' All he wanted to do was watch Chance, fantasize, and beat off.

Chance laughed quietly, kept up his sensual stroking, and asked shyly, "See you're gettin' hard as fuck, too. Wanna jack together, dude?"

Ash at first thought he was dreaming, that his lust-fantasy was playing tricks on him. He had to be sure; it was just too incredible.

"What'd you say, dawg?"

"I'm talkin' 'bout you and me, dude, messin' around out here, makin' each other feel good. A little fun in the sun, y'know?" Chance's big hand playing ever-so-sensuously on his hard thick meat was hypnotic to Ash, it seemed to mesmerize his dick into a new, twitchy hardness.

"For real?" he asked, throat dry, not even daring to think he was finally entering the wondrous realm of gay sex. "You serious?" He thought he might have a heart attack, he was so jacked up.

"Shit, yeah, man. Brock and I was hopin' we'd meet up with some fine-lookin' young studs this afternoon, young guys who'd be into a sweet session of hot boy-sex. I'm sorta thinkin' you're into it, dude, just based on the kind o' looks you been givin' me all afternoon, like you been aimin' to throw me on the ground and lick me all over. Which, I gotta tell you," that dick-stroking, seeming to melt Ash's brain and body into a warm puddle, "sounds pretty damn fine to me. If I'm wrong, Ash, no sweat, my bad; but if I'm right, why not mosey on over here and let me work that sweet cock o' yours?"

Chance savored the young boy's excitement and confusion. Ash just stood there, young pale firmness gleaming in the sun.

"You mean, you and Brock are both gay?" he asked, trying excitedly to comprehend what seemed to be happening, still not daring to hope he'd heard right.

"Fuck, yeah, bro. What'd you think? And I take it the way you been droolin' over this naked jock flesh all afternoon that you mebbe got a hankerin' for dudes yourself."

"Aw fuck, yeah, Chance!" he cried in the glorious excitement of youth. "I sure as fuck do! I been hard for dudes in a major way for a while now, but I been too shy to do anything about it. Too scared, too."

"Fuck, bro, get yer sweet, luscious ass over here. You got nothin' to be scared of with me, 'cept maybe over-dosin' on pleasure."

Ash strode over to the glorious jock-hunk as if in a dream. He stoood close as Chance reached out and gently stroked the boy's achingly stiff prick. The initial touch was electric, stabbing; his eyes teared up uncontrollably.

"Oh shit, yeah!" Ash moaned, small sobs catching on his throat, as months of frustration seemed to melt away in an instant. He just stood there and felt the rightness of the moment, the deep bodily joy of true sex. Chance had such a delicate touch for so powerful a jock.

"I was just like you, man," the older boy cooed softly as he slowly but purposively traced Ash's young hardness up and down, watching the hard young prick twitch in the virgin excitement of another boy's touch. "Had such strong, deep urges. I'd do anything to catch glimpses of as much flesh on good-lookin' guys as possible. Kept denyin' it to myself, till one day, this beautiful guy showed me how wonderful sex could be when it was the kind of sex I needed. Mmmmm, what a sweet cock this is, Ash. No one really appreciates a sweet, hard, luscious young prick as much as another dude."

Then Ash opened his eyes and watched as his handsome new friend pulled his virgin cock close to his mouth and, still holding his dick gently, licked the underside of his shaft. An incredible shiver tingled intensely through the boy. He knew he was gonna shoot off soon from the sheer mind-bending wonderfulness of it all.

"OH FUCK YES!!!" he cried, as loud as he could, but it was more like a quiet peep of a whisper. Chance licked, kissed, swirled his tongue around the head, massaged the boy's balls, and then sucked on that sweet young boy-dick in earnest, all the while tracing one finger straight down on the shaft, down below Ash's ballsac, and letting other fingers play in the nimbus of soft blonde hair crowning that hard shaft. Ash thought his head would explode or his knees would give. It felt like his body was shaking itself apart. Every secret, furtive gay desire-dream of his was suddenly exploding into reality, like gorgeous fireworks, more exciting than he'd ever dreamed.

"Oh Chance, oh fuck, oh God, oh fucking God!" It was the universal prayer of thanksgiving from the no-longer-virgin youth. Chance could barely hear it over his luscious lapping on that hard, cut cock. He let his fingers wander deeper down into Ash's ass. As Chance's hands played around his virgin boy-hole, Ash tried to cry out in ecstasy, but no sound came. Tears of ecstasy stung his eyes. He felt beyond happy. He held Chance's buzz-cut head and just stroked around it, while pressing back as hard as he could on those delicate fingers at play in his ass. The cream he'd churned up all day was ready to explode. Chance's finger was now well into his hole, poking and prodding sexily, and the tears came harder. OH YES, he thought to himself, this is as wonderful as I'd ever - and then his balls erupted, filling Chance's mouth with more cream than he'd ever shot in his life. He didn't gush in brief spurts, as he usually did, but in long, thick ropes. The cum exploded out of him. He clenched his eyes and jaw and just kept pouring his young cream into Chance's hungry mouth. Finally, a minute or so after he was empty, he opened his eyes and stared down at this most marvelous young man, his Virgil on the path to sexual fulfillment.

Chance's eyes were glinting joyfully in the sun, and a small stream of cum dribbled out of the corner of his smilling mouth. He motioned for Ash to come close. The young boy bent over, and they kissed, passionately. Chance opened his mouth, and their two tongues danced in a riotous wash of boy-juice. Ash tasted his fresh salty tang for the first time in his life. This is male essence, he thought. I'm gonna be lapping this stuff up for the rest of my life, he realized. Ash kissed Chance hard, hungrily, trying to show him the depth of his gratitude.

Finally they separated. Chance saw the drying tears in the boy's eyes.

"That was nice, man. You wanna take a turn with my dick, now?"

"Oh hell yeah!" said Ash, his transplendent ecstasy suddenly giving way to boyish enthusiasm. "But wait, first, can I just sort of touch and stroke and kiss your body all over? I've been goin' nuts over it all day," he sort of half-laughed, half-blushed, "cause you're so fucking gorgeous."

"Shit yeah," Chance laughed, "climb aboard this here lounge chair and enjoy yerself."

Ash put a knee on the chaise, then scaled the mountainous muscularity of Chance. Once atop, he just lay against him, realizing the awesomeness of the moment. Naked, with the first of what he instantly knew would be many male lovers, he just savored the feeling of his firm young flesh on Chance's bulging hardness. He luxuriated in the most tender part of sex - the closeness of touch, the physical definition of intimacy. His low moans were music to Chance's ears. Then, the warmth in Ash's loins took over; his need for passion subsumed him. He wriggled his young body against Chance's so their hard wet dicks would mash and stimulate each other. He felt like a young whore, anxious to please the powerful stud who'd hired him.

He let his achingly curious fingers and lips and tongue stroke and fondle and rub and lick and kiss and tease all over this hard sexy firmness he idolized. He loved how Chance's hard little nipples just jutted out over those full, sleek pecs. With his teeth, he bit those nips lightly, then tongued around them, all the while letting his hands carress Chance's awesome abs. Then he snaked his tongue down the abs while he stroked Chance's hard, firm ass. His tongue glided down through the stubbly shaved area over Chance's magnificent cock. Then he stared up at Chance, young innocent lust glazing over his eyes and mouth, and said, "Your body is so fucking awesome. Your muscles are so unbelieveably defined. It's like you're all muscle with just a thin layer of skin over you. This the sexiest body I've ever seen."

Chance just smiled, rubbed Ash's close-cropped head, and said, "Enjoy it, bro. It's all yours."

Ash was riveted to the huge cock in front of him. "And this is so perfect, too, Chance. The biggest, thickest, most luscious fucking dick I've ever seen. Aw fuck, it's so fucking beautifully. It's like I just wanna make love to it!" At first, he just held it close to his face, pressing it tightly to him. Then he breathed deep, inhaling its fleshy beauty, feeling that glorious hardness warm and throbbing next to his face, stroking each thick vein tenderly all up and down, and sensuously rubbing the huge, flesh-cloaked head. Chance's soft purring moans in the background were the perfect soundtrack to Ash's initiation into dick-worship.

Then the boy began kissing it all over, and stroking it. "It's so fucking big, Chance," he said reverently, "so fucking beautiful! It's like the most awesomely beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Thanks, bro. Yeah, nothing like a sweet piece o' meat, huh?"

Ash took it in his hands gingerly, just tracing his fingers up and down its heftiness, still a little giddy at what was transpiring. He played with the foreskin, working the sheath of skin gently up and down over the huge cockhead. He heard Chance moan and was so excited to be bringing this incredible jock-stud pleasure. He played with that awesome cock more, ringing under the skin and around the tip with his finger, then poking around Chance's big piss-slit. It was like a wonderful new toy in his hands. He ran one finger up and down the underside of the shaft while another kept circling the head. Then he bent down and kissed Chance's full man-sized ballsac all over. Then he licked softly, lusciously, first around one ball, then another. "They're so smooth, like velvet," he sighed, dreamily, realizing he was probably going to cum again just from the bliss of handling his first cock, "so fucking delicious." He was on cloud nine, being able to talk about a cock this way, being able to admit his powerful passion for dick. He waded into his new identity. He wanted it all, everyting, immediately.

Chance was just moaning softly, loving the touch of this sexy young boy. In that touch was a mixture of awe, shyness, uncertainty, tenderness, passion, reverence, and lust. The combination gave a light, jittery sexy feel to his fingers as they danced over Chance's big tool. Ash used those fingers, as well as his tongue and lips, to explore all Chance's pleasure-spots in the charmingly clumsy rhythms of a young dude's first time. He was so raw at sex, it was exciting. Reed must have felt this way with him, Chance realized, that first night. It was a boundless, passionate lust, erupting in herky-jerky eroticism after months or years of mounting repression. Chance didn't know what to expect next - balls, piss-slit, foreskin, shaft, tits, abs, pecs, thighs, ass - Ash was everywhere at once, like an enraptured child on Christmas morning. Chance just lay back and savored the force of his passion. He was right, this kid was gonna be one fucking young stud now that he'd gotten started.

Ash's curious tongue went down below Chance's big nutsac, down to lick that smooth, tender spot underneath.

"OH YEAH," Chance groaned, "mmmmm, tickle my balls while you tongue down there, dude. Aw fuck, Ash, that's so fuckin' hot!"

Ash was shedding his nervous giddiness. He felt like a lover for the first time in his life. It was like there was a spirit or force inhabiting him now, leading him on. He felt increasingly confident about how to make love to this gorgeous college stud.

As he juggled those big balls sensuously, his tongue danced all around Chance's perineum, then slowly but surely made its way down the smooth crack to Chance's pucker. The sensation of his thick, moist tongue gliding over Chance's smooth, muscular ass was incredible. Aw yeah, Ash thought to himself, now this is fucking sex! His fingers were everywhere, gliding lightly over balls, thighs, ass, as he lapped up and down Chance's crack in sweet, sloppy bliss.

Chance loved ass-play. As he wriggled his ass excitedly at the sensuous delights of Ash's teasing tongue, he wondered if the boy would be too shy or sensitive to rim, but almost instantly he felt the boy's sexy tongue zero in on his tight hole, snaking around the tiny petals of his rosebud.

"OH FUCK YES, ASH!!!" Chance cried. "Work my hot fucking hole, dude. Use your fingers, too, bro. OH YESSS! Fuck, dude, that's what every guy loves!" Chance began to jack his deliciously aching cock while the young boy tongue-fucked him, but Ash brushed his hand away and jacked it himself, not missing a beat on the rim job.

Chance lay back and savored the boundless enthusiasm of this young boy's first time with another dude. The passion was palpable. Those light young fingers played everywhere on his dick and balls while his hungry tongue licked and lapped and swirled and poked at his hot hole. Chance started flexing his ass muscles on the boy's nose and tongue and jaws, pressing his cheeks hard against that sweet face. With both hands he reached down and pressed Ash's head further into his crack. His ass was on fire now and needed quenching.

"Eat that jock hole, dude! Get that sweet young tongue o' yours as far up as you can! Fuck, do I like that! And jack that big jock dick! Aw shit, Ash, you know how to make a stud feel good! You got me drippin' like crazy, dude! Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon, bro. Gonna shoot a load o' cream from all this fine-ass love-makin' o' yours!"

Ash was so damn excited. He was doing it! Sex wasn't hard at all! It was as insanely wonderful as he'd dreamed it would be, and so fucking natural - when you had the right partner. He took his tongue from Chance's ass, regretfully, so he could work his mouth on that cock, anticipating the load of cream Chance would soon shoot. He kept jacking the shaft and playing with that full, ripe ballsac, while he used the fingers of his other hand to go back and pleasure that tight jock hole, working two fingers in, all around, massaging the walls of that steaming hot love-tunnel. Fuck, did he ever want to thrust his cock in there. But first things first, he laughed to himself giddily.

While continuing to finger-fuck that deliciously warm hole, he concentrated on Chance's thick twitching cock. First he licked off all the thick, clear pre-cum, savoring the tangy sweetness. Damn, he thought to himself, there isn't one thing about boy-sex I don't like; the sights, the smells, the sensations, the tastes - it was all one wonderful non-stop thrill-ride. After he polished the head with his tongue, he took as much of that mouth-watering shaft in his mouth as possible. He licked and sucked over and over, delighting in the feel of those big veins on his lips, trying to go further down with each head-bob. Chance had his hands back on his head now, lustily urging him on.

Ash was exuberant. He felt like he had finally gotten in sync with the world, after sleep-walking through it for months. Life was vivid now, exciting, physical, alive, wonderfully sexual, bursting with the promise of desire fulfilled. He moaned and hummed as his saliva-dripping mouth drooled and sucked and tongue-swirled all over that incredible piece of meat. He was driven now to make Chance cum. He wanted to lap up every single drop of jock-sperm he could. He knew what always made him cum hard and fast when he played with himself, so he tickled those big balls wildly, brought another finger in to work that tight jock hole, as he kept lusciously lapping up that long, thick, veiny treat.

Chance was dissolving into a pool of sensuality, the boy was electrifying.

"Ah shit, dude, you are so fuckin' fine. You gotta me so fuckin' hard. AW SHIT!" he yelled, as his balls contracted and wave after wave of cum flooded Ash's grateful mouth. His ass muscles clenched hard on the boy's fingers; he wriggled his ass around on them to get every single sensation he could. Seven spurts and he was done.

In the wake of his orgasm, he gazed down his muscled bulk to see that angelic young face, smiling beatifically, looking sexy as hell with cum dribbling down from both corners of his mouth. Chance reached down, grabbed the boy up to him, and they kissed passionately. Chance pressed the boy's ass firmly to him as they hugged, so their dicks could grind together.

"OH Chance, dude," Ash cried, breathless, "was that hot or what? Aw fuck. Aw fuck. Let's go again, please, man?"

Chance just grinned at that sweet, innocent delight. Ash was all flush-faced - and rock-hard, too, he could feel by the stiff length of boy-meat he felt pressing against him.

They lay there together out in the sun - hugging, nuzzling, kissing; delighting in the feel of each other's warm, naked hardness - two beautiful young boys, alone in the deep woods. Chance felt like they were young satyrs at play in a sylvan glade. He could just see them painted on a Greek vase.

He was so happy to be able to make Ash's first time an idyllic dream like this. Reed had told him about his own first time - fucked raw by an older guy in a library men's room, then the guy pulled out, came on him, zipped up, and split, leaving him sore and ashamed. But what he and Ash were doing was the way a young boy should be welcomed into his sex, with a kind of dreamy, sweetly innocent sensuality. It should be like you blossom into it, Chance thought. A young boy's sexuality should just open up like a flower and bloom beautifully, as the seed of deep inner desire sprouted into glorious fullness.

"I'm ready to go again, too, bro," Chance said, his ass itching now to be filled by the stiff young prick he was stroking. "I don't even need lube, you got me so slick and wide-open from that incredible rim-job, and I can feel your cock's all boned-up and drippy. Fill my ass with this hard young cock, Ash! See how fucking tight and wonderful a muscle-stud's hot hole feels. Show me what a hot young stud you are!"

Suddenly Ash leaped up and hurried off. Chance laughed, "Hey, dude, where the hell ya goin'? Lesson One in love-makin', bro: you can't get a boy all worked up and then run off!"

"Be right back!" Ash called, hard dick bobbing painfully as he sped back into the house. Chance watched that smooth white ass lustfully as it jiggled. He was back in an instant, holding Chance's jock and workboots in his hands.

"Would you wear these when I fuck ya?" he asked shyly. "You looked so fucking hot in them before."

Chance just howled. "Damn, son, you're a boy after my own heart! You're gonna make one helluva stud!" He slipped his big bony feet into his unlaced boots, then pulled the jock up, stretching it over his long hard dick. Ash stared longingly at those two big balls stretching out the bottom of the jock-pouch and the thin, straining fabric perfectly outlining the huge shaft lying flat against Chance's lower abs. Fucking scrumptious, was all he could think. He reached his head down to tongue and suck Chance's thick cock through the mesh, an incredible turn-on for them both. As he gobbled on Chance's cock, Ash's fingers went back to playing around in that tight hole, now sexily framed by the jock-bands. Ash's young prick started throbbing crazily with anticipation, but he rose up and just gazed at Chance's beautiful ass before plunging his dick into his first ass.

"Fuck, Chance! Even your ass-crack and hole are so damn beautiful, all smooth and muscular and luscious. Fuck, man, I could eat you out all day. So fucking slick and delicious."

"C'mon, bro, I'm burning up for that young meat o' yours. Show me what kinda fuck you throw, dude!"

And Ash began his gay life in earnest. He lifted Chance's legs, looking so sexy in his workboots, held them on either side of him, and guided his cock toward that incredibly hypnotic hole. A dude's hole, he realized, was so much sexier than a girl's big, alien-looking gash of a pussy. A boy-hole was like a sweet, tight, puckering little mouth, all pursed and ready to make delicious sucking love to your cock. He pointed his wet cock-tip and that sweet pucker and then eased in slowly, sensually, excruciatingly tightly. He moaned in passion at the sensations of his first real fuck. He couldn't imagine a better feeling than this. Chance, too, was writhing in the pleasure of a virgin dick up his ass; he used his ass muscles to draw it in further and further.

"Yeah, work it up in there, dude. All the way in. You're in your first ass, bro! Welcome to paradise!"

It was true, Ash was in heaven. He looked down and marveled as his hard, young cock disappeared into the ass of that gorgeous stud sprawled out in front of him.

Chance wanted to thrust his ass further down on that hard boy-prick, so he brought his massive legs up on Ash's shoulder. "C'mon, son, fill that ass all the way. I wanna feel that smooth, boy-sac o' yours bangin' 'gainst my cheeks!"

"Oh Chance, this is so fucking sweet!" Ash cried as he began to work his dick in and out, gently, tentatively, savoring each sweet sensation. Back and forth he'd stroke, his dick hugged tightly by that luscious ass. He arched his back and stared at the young adonis who had so beautifully shepherded his emergence into gay life. Those incredible abs were rippling and writhing so sexily as Chance worked his hungry ass to get every inch of Ash's stiff boy-prick. That greedy need on Chance's part, along with that erotic body doing its lust-dance, inflamed Ash. His movements became instinctual, as if some primitive masculine desire encoded deep in his young brain had been triggered. He began fucking in earnest, smiling as Chance whoooped his encouragement. As his young ballsac did, indeed, begin banging against the cheeks of that jock-stud ass, Ash grinned in sheer delight.

Both boys only had eyes for each other. Chance stared up at that sweet, angelic face, red and flushed now in the excitement of first sex; he drank in the sight of Ash's lean tender muscles working so intently, his body writhing in the indescribable bliss of his first boy-fuck. And Ash, as his body gave way to sexual abandon, stared down at the best-built young hunk he'd ever seen; watching those hard-packed muscles of his torso ripple deliciously as Chance worked his ass on Ash's prick seemed to get the boy even harder. These are the treasured elements of sex for me, Ash thought dreamily as he pumped - a nice hard cock, big ripe balls, a tight hole in a sweet ass, a gorgeous set of abs, hard little nipples on some well-worked pecs, and a handsome face; throw in sexy beard stubble and a jock strap, and it's paradise. Ash luxuriated in his gayness, wrapping himself deightedly in it like a warm, soft blanket.

"Damn, you're a real stud, Ash," Chance panted, as his long stiff cock writhed sexily in its moist pouch. "What a great fuck."

"Your ass feels incredible, dude," Ash gasped, equally breathless from the first hard-core fucking exertions of his life. "I could bang this sweet hole forever."

"Keep poundin' man. Fuck that ass."

Ash just stared as those lean, cut abs he'd felt up in the Jeep kept bending and twisting, as Chance worked his ass so the cock in him hit just where he wanted it to. Ash reached out and pulled the jockstrap down, freeing that huge hard cock so he could jack it while he fucked. Not missing a beat, Chance reached down and stretched one of the leg-bands of his jock around Ash's low-hanging, thigh-slapping ballsac, twisting the band around tightly and pulling taught, turning it into a makeshit ball ring.

"AW FUCK! That feels so fine, dude!"Ash cried. He kept banging Chance's ass with his young hips as he spit on both palms and then brought his moistened hands to Chance's long hardness. He mixed his spit in with Chance's precum to get a nice lube and then began to jack that huge veiny thickness with both hands. Pummeling Chance's sweet ass, while both hands jacked that hefty cock in front of him, was the most indescribable sensation for Ash - the deep pounding and fevered jacking blurred together so it seemed like Chance's cock was his own, like he was jerking himself off, only his cock had somehow magically thickened and lengthened as a result of this first incredible boy-fuck. The feeling was incredible, hips ramming that ass while hands jerked the huge thickness in front of him.

Chance, meanwhile, was desperate to cum. He began to buck against Ash's dick with a fury that surprised the youth. He realized that Chance was taking over the fuck, but that was just fine, because the sensation of that muscle-stud working his athletic hips and ass on his young hardness was wonderful. Now, Ash was using Chance's long dick like a saddle pommel, hoping it would keep him astride this wildly bucking bronco.

Chance stared whooping loudly as his hips and ass and abs writhed in powerful, erotic athleticism: "Gonna fuck that cock o' yours, boy! Gonna milk out every drop of your sweet boy-juice with my ass! Aw yeah, fuck me, Ash! My ass is on fucking fire!"

Ash's balls were a mixture of pain and pleasure as Chance wildly pulled and jerked the jockstrap around them. He was using it as a rein to ride his young stallion's cock. The two drove each other on to more unbelievable heights, screaming in ecstasy as their boy-cream strained to erupt.

"YOU FUCKING STUD!!" Ash cried. "YOU FUCKING GORGEOUS STUD!!"

"OH YOU SWEET BEATIFUL YOUNG FUCK! RAM MY ASS, DUDE!!"

"RIDE ME DUDE!! AW CHRIST, THIS IS SO FUCKIN' HOTTTTT!!!!"

Suddenly, Chance's sweaty, reddened face winced. Ash watched as his dream-stud's jaw clenched and the huge throbbing cock he was holding shot rope after rope of jock-cream all over both of them. It was such a beautiful sight, seeing another guy shoot. Like witnessing a miracle.

The strong, pulsating vise-grip of Chance's muscular ass on his dick was wonderful. It spurred Ash on. He scooped up some cream, licked it, fed some to Chance, smeared some all over those sexy abs, all the while pistoning away at that ass, staying astride his bucking mount, loving the feel of his balls held so tightly. Harder and harder and harder he slammed, until he, too, exploded with a ball-draining force that almost frightened him. Cum shot from his hard young cock with the power of a geyser, blowing jet after jet of warm, thick cream into his muscle-stud's well-fucked ass. He pressed his cock in as tight as he could, Chance grabbed it with his hard ass, and the last spurt emptied into that warm, tight, bliss-hole.

Exhausted, he fell on top of Chance and just lay there, loving the feel of his own young muscles on top of Chance's hard, ripe firmness. He was aware, too, of their spent, slimy cocks mashed on top of each other.

Chance was stroking him gently, cooing and sighing. Ash drifted slowly back up to full consciousness, a consciousness that now included a wonderful certainty and delight in his sexuality. He started giggling a little, thinking about how hard and insistent his fanatasies had been all day for sex like this to erupt out of the lust-drenched foreplay of their skinny-dipping.

"What's so funny? Mmmmm?" Chance mumbled, still gently stroking the beautiful boy's smooth young muscles.

"It's like I willed this to happen! I kept thinking about it, wishing for it, all afternoon. Seriously, dude, it's ike I fucking willed it!"

Chance gave a happy, contented, post-coital grunt, "Don't know 'bout that. Seems to me, a beautiful sexy boy like you, and a horned-up college jock like me - don't take all that much will-power for a couple fine-ass dudes like that to wind up in the sack. More like just lettin' nature take its course, you ask me."

Chance's big, firm hands started working into Ash's sweet, virgin butt.

"You know, stud, I gots ta have a piece o' this fine young ass now, but how about we do it in the shower, where I bet there's some other fuckin' go on?" he purred.

"What?" Ash laughed. "You think Brock and Troy have been doin' what we were?" He burst out laughing. "No fuckin' way, dude. Troy's about as straight as they come. I should know, dude - I been tryin' to land that fucker in bed for almost a year. Nah, he's probably playin' Xbox while Brock is beatin' off alone in the shower."

Chance smiled. "Dude, I don't wanna bet you, but let's just say I got a very definite gay-innarested vibe off your buddy. And any boy's even slightly gay-curious, Brock's just the dude to bust his cherry."

He nudged Ash off him and hoisted his chiseled frame off the chaise. "C'mon, bro. Let's go see some hot boys at play."

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