The Alien Culture Project, part 2
by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
Chance opened his eyes and smiled at Reed, "That was OK, huh?"
Reed ran a finger across Chance's full, sensuous lips. "'OK'? Fuck, man, best sex I've had this term.
Chance rubbed his jaw, squinted one eye, and smiled, "Yep, guess I'd have to agree with that one." But Chance realized he didn't know what to do know. He wanted to do everything, explore every inch of Reed's beautifully firm body. To have such a hot stud, with the kind of nicely developed body that turns him on, right here, naked, in the fucking flesh, to be able to explore and pleasure, while Reed was pleasurin' him . . . damn, that sure sounded fine. That sweet expanse of shaved ass, he sure could get lost in that for a while. And the image of Reed's long, thick dick sticking straight up, all proud and luscious-looking, with that big sac of balls sprawled underneath, Chance had to have a taste of that. But Reed was saying nothing, so Chance decided he wouldn't press his luck. He got up and grabbed his clothes.
Reed, overcome with both Chance's beauty and the surreal surprise of the porn fantasy they had just lived out, was lost for words. As he saw Chance get up and grab for his clothes, he immediately soured; he knew at once what this was about: the curious straight stud gets drunk, has his first taste of male sex with an eager gay guy, sobers up, feels guilty, and walks out. Gay ClichŽ #12, and I fell for it, Reed thinks, crestfallen. Oh well, at least he'd gotten off. But fuck him and his cornball country veneer. Damn, working on this anthropology project together during the next week would be pretty fucking awkward.
Chance finished pulling his jock up tight and then spent a while fiddling with his dick, adjusting it just so (he was taking an awful lot of time, Reed thought, what a fucking tease, but damned if I want him to stop; shit, thought Chance, I'm tryin' to mess around with my cock so this stud will tell me how much he wants me to stay, but he ain't sayin' a word). But as he reached for his pants, Reed knew he had to blurt out something. He wasn't ready to have that gorgeous strap-clad image veiled yet.
"So, 7:40, right?"
"What?" Chance asked, turning his torso in a way that made Reed flutter, that long curvy mesh-covered dick jutting out against a smooth, muscled body.
"Tomorrow. 7:40. You'll be here, right?" (Oh fuck, stay you gorgeous fucker, please!)
"Yep, I'll be here knockin' at 7:40." (I'm gonna rub my cock ever so casual-like; it's askin' 'do you really want me to go?')
"OK, great. See you then, I guess." (You fucker, get the fuck out of my dorm. You fucking tease.)
Chance finished dressing, jeans hanging down again below the jockstrap's waistband in that way that made Reed throb; he stood by the door, turned and said, "That was a great night, man. I wanna thank you for a great time, truly."
"Yeah. Too bad you have to go."
Dang, Chance thought, he's just about pushin' me out the door. I got the dude off, and now he can't wait to see me gone.
"Well, you know, athlete an' all. Practice tomorrow. Best I get some sleep." Chance chuckled a little and rubbed that hard, firm jaw of his, and added honestly, "If I can get any sleep this evening, after that incredible time with you."
Reed was ready to scream at the temerity of this corn-pone-coated smug little hottie. "Yeah, well, again, glad you liked it. See you tomorrow, then."
And with that Chance was gone. Reed waited a respectable few moments, till he was sure Chance was out of earshot, and yelled, "FUCK! FUCK YOU, MR. HOTTEST-FUCKING GUY I HAVE EVER LAID EYES ON. TAKE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BODY AND INCREDIBLE DICK AND JUST . . ."
Reed's little hissy was interrupted by a knock on the door. Oh Christ, who the fuck is that? What stunningly bad timing. He was too mad to even care about being still naked.
"YEAH," he barked as he yanked the door open. Oh fuck, YES!
"Look," Chance said sternly, rubbing his hard abs (and thereby exposing more of them) as if here scratching his head in consternation, "I'm an honest man, Reed. S'way I was raised. And I jus' wanna say I honestly think you're sort of a shit. You give me the absolute finest damned sex I ever had in my life, EVER! Bar none! You lead me on, all sweet-like about how my body gets you all hot and bothered and you want to spend an hour suckin' my dick an' on and on and on, all that fine sexy talk a-yours, and then when you get off, you kick me out! Well, Reed, if that's what gay people do, I just gotta tell you that I hope it stays an alien culture to me cause - "
"Are you shitting me, you dumbfuck? 'Kick you out?' I didn't kick you out. I'm so fucking pissed cause you got your rocks off and then 'Bye-bye, gay guy.' I'm like dyin' inside thinking about all the fun we could have had all night. 'Kick you out'!!?? You're the guy who spills his cum on me, zips, and bolts!"
Chance looked genuinely wounded, incredibly lovable. "But, Reed, I was champin' at the bit hopin' I'd hear you ask me to stay. And like my momma always says, 'If they ain't askin' you to stay, it's like they're askin' you to leave.'"
Reed grabbed Chance close and pressed his hard body into his. "Oh, you beautiful shit, I'm so sorry. Yes, man, I'm askin' you to stay. I'm askin' you to take your clothes off and I'm askin' you to let me suck that gorgeous cock of yours and I'm askin' you to fuck me, and whatever else your momma wants me to say to keep your ass here as long as I can."
Chance pulled away and smiled a devilish grin at Reed, "Aw fuck, man, I want it all, too. Shit, man, I'm so fuckin' horny for you right now, you can do whatever you want with me. I want us to get off like 3 or 4 more times tonight."
"Come on, stud. Take your clothes off and get into bed. I'll get you off, don't worry."
Reed stood back as Chance undid his boots and socks. "Should we play the music again while I do this?" the young stud laughed.
"It's OK, I'll hum, just get your fucking clothes off."
When Chance was down to his jock, Reed pushed his hands back. "Oh wait, please. Stay like that a while."
Chance was glad this guy appreciated him in his jock. He knew how good he looked in one. Reed stroked Chance's long shaft through the mesh pouch while kissing him and mumbling, "God, you are so fucking hot."
Reed brought one hand up to rub the hard plates of his chest. His fingers felt Chance's nipples straining at attention. He started tweaking them, licking them, biting them.
"Oh fuck," Chance murmured. "Damn, I like that, Reed, you playin' with my tits and strokin' me - oh man, is this fine. You're a hot fuckin' lover, dude."
Reed just purred his assent and kept it up. He felt Chance's dick stiffen; the feeling was like a clarion call. He bent down and kissed that long hard rod through the grey mesh. Chance brought his hands to the back of Reed's head and gasped, "Oh dude, would you? Would you really suck my cock? Fuck, how long I've wanted someone to."
Reed looked up in disbelief. "You've never had someone suck this big beautiful piece of meat?"
"Nope, no one. Reed, I've only dated but two girls back home. No boys, o' course, like I said. And then this one girl here. I've only actually fucked twice, and then throw in a coupla hand jobs." Chance laughed ruefully, "I'm practically a virgin, I guess."
"Say what!!??" Reed was stunned. He quickly raised himself up and looked at Chance, running a hand down his jaw, a finger over his lip, caressing his jock pouch with the other hand. "Chance, I can't believe it. You're like the most beautiful young guy I've ever seen. You're fucking robust! I'd think you'd have had propositions from guys and girls your entire life."
"I come from a real small town, Reed. Yellow Branch hasn't but about 150 folks in the whole town. Weren't but 24 kids in my graduating class. Every squad for every sport had 7 guys on it, Reed, the same fucking 7 for each sport. That don't make for a lot of opportunities, y'know."
"Shit," Reed said, in a kind of awe, still stroking, mesmerized by the firm, almost pristine beauty of Chance. "It's like finding a Rembrandt in an abandoned garage or something. A Vermeer in a junk shop. Lie down immediately, man. I want to give you some of the pleasure you've missed."
Chance laughed boyishly, "I'll take it, man! If you don't mind doin' it."
"No," Reed laughed, realizing nothing about this boy could surprise him any more, "I don't mind it at all. In fact, I'm fucking ecstatic at the thought."
Reed lay on top of Chance, rubbing their hard bodies together, kissing him passionately, the tongues of both boys gratefully intertwining. Reed's hands played over every inch of Chance's ripe firmness.
"Oh, that's so fine, Reed," the boy cooed, wild about the feeling of another dude's dick hard against his. After a few moments of mutual wriggling, Reed pushed up, knelt beside the boy, and tenderly slid down his now-moist jock, freeing Chance's hard firmness, dripping with free-flowing precum. He lay his head down, just gazing at this perfectly-shaped, majestic dick. With the finger of one hand he traced all over, the bulging veins, the ripe balls; he outlined the shaft, lingering on the head under the foreskin. He toyed with the dickhead under there, fingering it gently and lovingly, working his index finger sensuously into the piss-slit, in as far as he could go, while Chance whooped with pleasure. Reed scooped as much precum off as he could and fed it to the young stud, rubbing it across those thick, grateful lips. Then back to that glorious cock. He pulled the fleshy foreskin way up over it, pinching it, chewing on it lightly, then letting it fall back so he could nibble at the head. Chance was in sheer bliss.
"Oh yeah, Reed! Oh God, that is just so wonderful, man! You have no idea, dude! This is like a fantasy come true!"
Around and around, over every square inch of this beautiful cock, he traced a light, darting finger, sending electric current shooting through Chance's cock. He traced down under the ballsac, into the boy's ass-crack.
"OH FUCK YES!!" Chance cried, as Reed knew he would. So he spent time there, tickling all over, down the sparsely-haired crack and over the bulging perineum, and of course circling those huge, luscious egg-sized balls.
When Chance was brought to a state of incessant, whimpering sobs, Reed brought his head down and, slowly, reverently, with one hand grasping the base, took Chance into his hungry mouth. First a few sucks up and down, letting his tongue lap along the shaft. Chance just gave a wordless cowboy yell, a kind of macho prayer of thanks. He played his tongue under the foreskin, sucked up and down more, pulled the skin back and played his tongue all over the cockhead, more sucking, then back to the head, tonguing deep back into the piss-slit to get more of that flowing precum. Chance was a mix of sobs, sighs, groans, and joyous laughs. Reed went for the balls. He licked and sucked each one over and over, while Chance grunted choked cries of pleasure. Then, stroking that long, veiny shaft with one hand, and tickling the ballsac with another, he tongued down below Chance's balls into his crack.
"Oh, Reed! My ass, yes! God, does that feel good. Please play with my ass!"
Reed was a man possessed. He pushed Chance up a little and went to work, tonguing, lapping, slurping, all the while his fingers dancing a fevered sonata of passion across the boy's cock and balls. He zeroed in on Chance's rosebud, circling it, darting in, lapping, more darting. He spread his cheeks wider and brought one hand in to finger the hole while his tongue continued driving Chance crazy. Soon he was tonguing deeper and deeper in there as Chance stretched open wider.
"OH YES! Oh, that's so fucking fine! God, just what I been hopin' for for so - uh, Reed, look out, I'm cummin', dude!" the boy cried, and sure enough load after load shot out of that massive dick. Reed smiled and slowly milked out each spurt. When he was sure Chance was done, he licked up every drop.
Chance lay back with a look of utter bliss on his face - flushed and sweaty, yet serene. Reed came up, still stroking the boy all over, and kissed him deep on the mouth while, having saved some cum, tonguing a little of the boy's own load in. Chance licked those lovely lips appreciatively to savor every last trace of cum, and then his mouth eased into a beatific smile.
"Dude, that's so hot," he mumbled. "How'd you know I love the taste of cream?"
"Cause you're a red-blooded stud, that's how."
"So tell me, was it good?" Reed asked after a minute of silently tracing his finger all over Chance's angelic face, while letting his other hand play gently over the boy's cock and balls.
Chance kissed the older boy, his first gay lover. "Reed, you gave me the best sex I ever had. The best sex I can ever even imagine havin'! You said a paintin' in a junk shop earlier, but it's more like my body's been this fine-tuned racin' car, a Ferrari, say, and it's just been used up to now for a couple trips to the corner store. You took it out on the speedway for the first time. You opened it up and got it hummin'! Damn, it felt fine. That was first-class love-makin', son, far as I'm concerned." He tousled Reed's blonde flat-top affectionately.
Reed laughed, still tracing the boy's gorgeous features. "What else can I do for you? Tell me what you want, share your most burning sexual desires. I want to make happen what you've only been able to dream of."
"Oh that's easy, I guess. I'm just not sure you'll want to do it, though, and you really don't have to, you've done so much already tonight."
"What?" Reed asked excitedly, ready for anything this hot stud had in mind. What would it be, he wondered? He'd want to fuck me, most likely. But maybe something wild, like bondage or hand cuffs? Who knows? Peeing? Fisting? What's in that repressed country mind of his?
"Well, it's this: you know a few minutes ago, when you had your tongue pokin' up my ass like that?"
"Rimming? Sure. You want more?"
"Well, sure, man, I'll take all I can get of that. Fuck is that ever luscious. But as you was doin' it, I felt like . . . well, I'm not sure if you're into this or not, but . . ."
"What? Tell me. Whatever it is, angel, you got it."
"Well, Reed, y'see, as good as your tongue felt up there, I was sure wishin' it was, like, well, you know . . ." he's so embarrassed, Reed smiled. "Oh fuck," Chance finally said, all flustered, "I ain't gonna beat around the bush, dude: I sure did wish it was that big, hard cock of yours rammin' into me."
"You want me to fuck you!?"
"Look, forget it, don't get excited. It's just that you asked what I'd - "
"Oh, you crazy nut! Of course, I'll fuck you. Chance, I'd wanna fuck you if I was on my death bed. I'd crawl across a mile of broken glass for five seconds in that sweet hole of yours. I'm just sorta stunned cause usually it's the prime-beef studs like you who do the fuckin' and guys like me who get fucked."
Chance laughed and kissed him deep and long. "Reed, I know buys' bodies, and believe me, you're a pretty damn prime side o' beef yourself, believe me. And a-course I wanna fuck you, and often. But right now, the way I'm feelin', I'd really like to feel your dick pumping in and outta my ass. I finger myself about once a day, cause it feels so damn good. I can't fucking wait to feel somethin' as big as your dick up there. A real man-fuck this time, not just my fingers. Shit, man, my ass is all tingly just thinkin' 'bout it!" Then Chance raised himself up. Reed loved watching those lean rippling muscles move. "But before you fuck me, would you mind if I had my first taste of cock?"
"Oh fuck, dude, go nuts."
Chance reached down and grabbed Reed's dick gently, tentatively, stroking up and down the shaft carefully, like he was afraid he'd break it, but firmly enough to get the feel of another guy's dick. "Earlier this evenin' when we were jackin' ourselves, I just stared at this beautiful piece of meat - " He looked Reed in the eye and asked, "guys' dicks ARE beautiful, don't ya think?" He didn't wait for an answer, he just went back to strokin'. "It just like called to me, tempted me, till all I could think of was how good it would feel to lick it and suck it and kiss it. Well, like you did me." Chance let Reed's cock go; it bounced back hard and flat against his abs. He looked at that thick, tan-colored dick (Reed had a darker, more olive complexion, very rich and sexy-looking, setting off his blonde crew-cut all the better, and his dick was even a bit duskier, almost like a Brazilian guy's). He found it irresistible. He brought his mouth down and tongued straight up the undershaft. He lapped at it a bit more, like a cat would lap milk, and then decided to get serious. He gobbled up the head as far down as he could and slurped up and down on it.
"Mmmm, that's nice, Chance. You sure this is your first time?"
Chance let out a mouth-stuffed bark of a laugh and continued on. He let his tongue play across the head of Reed's dick, playing with the foreskin like he loved to play with his. He spotted the clear precum oozing out of Reed's piss-slit and lapped it right up with the tip of his tongue, loudly voicing his pleasure.
"OK, stud, I can't wait any more. I want to get in that ass before you change your mind!"
"I ain't about to do that, cause I'm prob'ly more eager than you are." Chance crouched on the bed, ass turned in Reed's direction, wiggling his readiness.
But a sudden thought struck Reed: "Chance, much as I wanna fuck you, I'll only fill your sweet stud hole on one condition: you gotta wear your jockstrap while I'm fuckin' ya."
Chance laughed. "I'd say that there jock o' mine is quite the turn-on for you, Fetty McFetisher. But sure, that sounds hot as hell."
He leaped off the bed and wriggled into it.
"Damn, you're as sexy gettin' into a jock as you are takin' it off," said Reed, hoarse with lust. He couldn't get enough of Chance's solid, cut musculature encased in that thin, sexy stud-wear. "All right, Chance, hop up here and let the good doctor cure that ass-itch of yours. I got just the injection you need, young man."
Reed rimmed him again a bit, rubbing his hands over his hard glutes, sliding his fingers beneath the taut cotton straps, and reaching underneath with one hand to fondle that long, sweet pole covered in mesh. His own cock was twitching with anticipation, so he grabbed the tube of lube next to his bed, and worked some in to Chance's tender pucker while gently stretching it.
"Oh Christ YES," Chance bellowed. "That's about the sexiest thing you could do to me right now, dude. God that feels so good. Just work my hole, man." Reed grinned while he worked down deeper with his fingers, knowing how loud Chance would howl when he his prostrate was rubbed. He didn't have to wait long; he found the hard little thing and pushed the boy's love button.
"OH FUCK, MAN!" Chance screamed. "Dude, my cock just got an inch longer, I think. What the fuck did you do?"
"Just hit your little love nut, dude. All right, here it comes, enjoy the ride."
And Reed proceeded to work his wet cock into Chance's virgin hole. Well, not strictly virgin, if you count all his self-fingering. It was a little tight at first, but Chance seemed to know instinctively just what to do, he pushed out with his strong ass-muscles and seemed to gobble up more and more of Reed's cock.
"OH FUCKING YES DO I LIKE THIS!!!" Chance cried in giddy joy, like he was riding his first bronc. "Oh ride my ass, dude! Fill that hole!"
Reed watched his dick slide in and out of that jock-clad hard ass. Fuck, is there anything prettier, he wondered. In and out he went into Chance's grateful hole.
"Don't stop, man! Never stop! Oh what a fine fucking feelin'!" Chance was really getting into it now. Reed's dick felt totally at home, and Chance started flexing muscles and moving his waist and hips and upper legs in his own pleasure-rhythm. They had become a athletic fucking machine, each one brought into a zone of pure pleasure. Then Chance surprised Reed.
"Sit back, dude."
Reed pushed all the way in and then sat back on his haunches so that Chance was sitting on his lap. The younger muscle-stud cried, "Oh yeah!" and started squatting up and down on Reed's hard, straight dick.
"Oh yeah," he cried, "this is nice! How's that feel, Reed? I bet your big ol' ball-pouch is bobbin' up and down, getting your cream all thick and foamy for me."
"Mmmm, this is incredible, Chance! Incredible fuck!" The muscles of Chance's glutes were clenching at his cock ferociously. "You're so damn strong, dude. But speaking of cream and balls and stuff," and with that he stroked Chance's steel-hard cock through the jock and tickled that big ballsac.
"OH FUCK!" Chance yelled, "OH CHRIST is that nice!" Chance brought his own hand down to return the favor on Reed's sac. Between the squat-pistoning and the cock-and-ball-play, the boys were about a heartbeat away from shooting. First Chance cried out, "AWWW FUCKK!" Reed cupped his hand hard against the jock so he could feel load after load ooze through the mesh. As the warm sensation of Chance's thick cream coated his fingers, Reed emptied his own balls into Chance's ass. Chance collapsed forward, and Reed fell right on top of him. After a few seconds, he pulled out of the boy's ass, and, in a kind of exhausted ecstasy, tongued out as much cream as he could.
"Give me some of that, you fine, sexy fuck," Chance called weakly, and Reed slithered forward so the two boys could lap their tired, but still hungry tongues against each other.
Reed begged Chance to stay the night, but Chance informed him of his athletic curfew. He had to go. As he grabbed his clothes, he asked Reed, "Hey, man, I was wonderin' - d'you think you could borrow me a couple o' those magazines you got in your bathroom."
Reed cracked up. "Sure, stud! But I won't 'borrow' you them, I'll swap you: as many mags as you want for that cum-soaked jock of yours."
Now Chanced guffawed. "Mr. McFetisher! Sure, dude. I'm takin' it as a compliment. I 'spect you to sleep with it tonight!"
"Don't think I won't! And I might brew me a cup of tea with it tomorrow morning."
Chance loved this kind of sexy camaraderie. How great he was finally able to have it.
"OK, then 7:40?"
"Can't wait."
They kissed ravenously, clutching each other's cocks, before Chance had to race out the door.
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