The Alien Culture Project, part 27 By Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: The following contains depictions of gay sex.
Reed left wrestling practice at about 8, so he could make his marketing seminar on time. But damn, how he'd hated to leave: shooting video of the team doing a nude practice - a nude practice, for fuck's sake! All those incredibly built college jocks, stretching and lifting and posing, putting those finely-tuned, muscular young bodies through their paces, getting them all pumped and sweat-sheened, muscles rippling and dicks waggling as they went through their routines!
It was absolutely mind-blowing, a deliriously intense gay fantasy made oh-so-lusciously real. Just to bask in the midst of all those bare-assed, cut, college wrestlers and their fine-ass stud-coach - it was a miracle Reed held it together enough to keep the camera steady and focused. The video footage he took, for Chance and him to stream on their 'Alien Culture' project, would be a beefcake stroke classic. Shit, the two of them are gonna be strokin' each other like crazy tonight as they edit it! Reed could hardly wait.
Chance once told him that was how the young athletes did it in the gymnasia of ancient Greece - totally nude - but it didn't make sense to Reed: he couldn't understand how it was possible to concentrate on working out, in such close intimate quarters, with a bevy of nude, built, muscle-boys like that and not just be fucking all the time - especially wrestlers, who are about the best-built studs on the planet. It WASN'T possible, he finally decided; fuck, he could just imagine the orgy that erupted after - or maybe even during - Chance's practice today. Seeing all those hot bodies posing and flexing and straining must have been too damn much even for the straight boys on the team (if there WERE any straight boys in such a homoerotic sport as wrestling!). Shit, Reed was hard as fuck just thinking about how much seed must have been spilled in that gym this morning. Damn, if only he hadn't had to leave for class. . . .
As it turned out he should have just skipped his seminar that day and stayed wallowing in the midst of muscle-stud paradise because he found it impossible in class to think of anything but the scene he'd just been a part of. Filling his head, while his prof and the other students chatted away, were visions of beautifully sculpted boy-flesh, young jock-gods proudly displaying their well-worked (and well-hung) bodies, in the intimate sanctum of their private gym, that shrine to young male athleticism, free to luxuriate in each other's male perfection, showing off their own carved beauty and drinking in their team-mates', getting those bodies even more seriously pumped and cut in that ideal setting - with a tableaux vivant of straining young muscles and swinging jock cocks dizzily swirling about them.
Reed stretched back and stroked his hard thickness under his desk as his memory lingered over images of some of the more striking studs he'd seen that morning: that tattooed skater boy with the PA - shit, was he ever hot, all lean, inked muscle with lots of sexy piercings (he'd have to drop some very unsubtle hints to Chance to have that gorgeous dude over some time); and that Eastern European looking boy Chance was working out with - Christ, was he ever built, nothing but pure carved muscle and a long juicy cock; and Wyatt, of course - fuck, Reed thought to himself, his cock hard and stiff in his jeans, you couldn't have a more perfectly cut body than that stud's: arms, chest, ass, thighs, calves, all dusted with the most erotic-looking man-fur possible, and the most deliciously long, thick, veiny uncut piece of meat dangling down, bouncing heftily over those big, ripe balls - the most mouth-watering cock Reed's ever seen, including porn. Wyatt was the ideal balance of masculine beauty: half sleek, sensual handsomeness, half rugged, roughneck rawness. It was that exact combination that made Chance so damn attractive, Reed realized. He could hardly wait for tomorrow night - the plan was he & Jesse were to hook up in the afternoon (for some photo work and then some sex), then they'd meet Chance and Wyatt back at the loft, after Chance had had his first private training session with his coach, for dinner and a night of raw, hot, beefy man-play. Reed was hard as hell thinking about it.
His mind, then, was a million miles away from ad campaigns and profit margins, sinfully ensnared in the most juicily erotic daydreams, delighting in the wonderful reality that was his life with Chance.
After class, he headed back to Chance's dorm - but no, not 'Chance's dorm,' he realized sweetly, dick tingling with the thought of the amazing young stud he was moving in with, from here on out it was THEIR dorm. Fuck, he wished Chance would be waiting for him when he got back. He was so horned up from the morning: that parade of naked young hunks flaunting their classic masculine beauty; then those steamy erotic daydreams during class. Fuck, he wanted to get off with his boyfriend in the worst way. If only his boy would be there waiting for him . . . . Mmmmmmm, what he would do . . . .
And so his dick began to stiffen as another fantasy played through his mind: he'd slowly undress his lover, exposing that sheer erotic splendor. Once undressed, he'd just gaze on his cowboy-hunk, stroking and fondling in tender appreciation - tracing round, hard nipples and firm pecs, marveling at the feel of that warm, smooth perfection; then down to wander over those amazing abs, seemingly gouged out from his lean flesh; down a little further, tracing over his sexy, barely-there pubes; then lightly, one finger, up and down that thick, long, wonderfully fulsome cock. A steamy, passionate kiss, and then he'd tongue-wash that marble-smooth, hard-cut torso. He could just hear Chance's soft, erotic moans. Then he'd suck and kiss and lick and slobber on Chance's long veiny jock-meat until it was steel-hard and ready, glazed with saliva and dripping thick, sexy garlands of intoxicating precum. Finally, both of them heightened to the point of explosive lust, he'd lay back and exult in one of the best fucks of his life.
Damn! he thought, achingly frustrated with desire, boy-honey oozing from his dick: the only thing bad about having such a steady diet of mind-bowing sex is that you get too used to it, and the horned-up ache is that much keener when you can't have it. But yet, he smiled, savoring the sensation of his excited, throbbing, honey-glazed cock, because even though his fantasy would go unfulfilled this morning, there would be so many incredible times together with his lover for years and years to come.
Back at his dorm, he immediately shook off his lust-haze, stripped down to his low-cut boxer-briefs, and got busy. He had no classes the rest of the day, and no real studying (he and Chance had to fine-tune their 'Alien Culture' project later that night for Baxter's class, due tomorrow, but that would be a pleasure), so his goal was to get as moved in as he could. His plan was to pack up and move all the essentials from his old dorm room (clothes, toilet case, books and notebooks, tool kit, CDs & DVDs, pot and pipes and papers, porn stash, fashion mags, wall hangings, and computer) over here. That shouldn't take too long, but once it was done, the real job today would start: Reed wanted to do some remodeling, and he wanted to get it done as fast as possible, so he could surprise Chance with their newly redecorated space when his lover got back around five or so. He had a plan pretty well roughed out for how he wanted to re-do the room, to make it something totally special for him and his lover.
The idea: first, he'd move Chance's dresser to the other side of the room, so it would be on the right when you walked through the door, and he'd buy a cheap, used armoire to stow his own things in. He'd put the dresser against the wall, in the corner, with his armoire directly facing it, the back of the armoire making a sort of wall as you came in; that way, the floor space between Chance's dresser and his wardrobe would become their dressing area. He planned to get a nice bench one of them could sit on while he watched the other dress, and a folding wooden screen to put behind the bench, finishing the effect of defining the space of their dressing area, walling it off from the rest of the dorm room. A big mirror on the wall between the dresser and armoire would complete this part of the room.
He wanted a cool, private space for the two of them to try and clothes and watch each other get dressed because dressing, for Reed, a fashion design major, was so fucking sexy: first, there was getting your body naked, a clean slate to work on - and when you had such beautifully developed bodies as he and Chance, things got exciting immediately. He could just picture him and Chance, nude, muscles rippling and dicks swaying as they combed through their wardrobes together, asking each other's opinions.
Chance had started to take a lot more care in how he dressed, Reed had noticed, so having a dressing space like this would be wonderful. He looked forward to the two of them getting dressed together in the morning or before they went out - trying on different outfits, suggesting things that would make each other look hot, helping each other find things that would show off their fine-ass bodies as sexily as possible. Or the two of them trying on clothes the other had brought home for them, as a surprise. He could just see himself, sitting back on the bench, getting Chance to try on different jockstraps or briefs or jeans, stroking himself as that hot muscle-hunk became his real-life dress-up doll. Fuck, it would be sexy as hell, just the kind of intimacy he craved in a relationship.
Then, on the left as you came in, where Chance had his fridge and hot plate and small table, Reed planned to put a convection oven on top of the small refrigerator, and a piece of butcher block on top of that, so they'd have a workspace to fix meals. He planned to buy another hotplate (maybe a double) and some more cookware, so they could cook more elaborate dishes. He also decided he'd use Chance's small table not to eat on but for even more counter space, and get a drop-leaf table for their meals. Plus, that way they could open it up and have a table big enough to use, for dinners or poker, when the other boys on the floor came over - something Reed very much looked forward to (one of the wonderful bonuses of moving in with Chance would be becoming a part of the incredible floating orgy of hung, gorgeous jock-boys that was now life on this floor of the dorm, and Reed wanted this room of theirs to be Pleasure Central).
Directly beyond the kitchen space would be their study area. He planned to put a library table or something flush against Chance's desk, so he could work right across from his lover. Then, further on, was their bed. He was going to rotate it ninety degrees, so it faced the room, and he wanted to mount some rods on the walls so he could hang drapes around it, adding a touch of romance-novel exoticism, making their bed a kind of bedouin tent, where they can be the two gorgeous young desert-princes, fucking to their hearts' desire in their private Casbah of boy-sex. He'd put candles all around too, and get another nightstand for the other side, so they could have a convenient place to keep all their sex and dope paraphernalia.
The small bathroom in the dorm he wouldn't do much with, just tack up a couple of his raunchiest gay-porn DVD promotional posters on the walls and put a stack of stroke books on the floor by the toilet. And, on the small bathroom-stand Chance and Tommy stored their toiletries on, Reed would put a small dish-rack, so they could do their dishes in here and let them dry. He had a toilet kit that hung from the back of the bathroom door - he and Chance could share that.
Finally, in the long space on the other side of the room, where Tommy's bed and dresser used to be, Reed planned the entertainment area (or, as he liked to think of it, the 'passion pit'). He wanted to get a long, curved sectional sofa to run the length of that part of the room, from the bathroom door-frame, curving around the corner, and then along the other wall, one that would seat up to 8 or 10 guys, and then a thick carpet and some big, comfy floor pillows. To further define the entertainment space, he planned to get a folding screen to act as a divider from that part of the room and their dressing area. And in front of the screen, facing the couch, would be a long cabinet with a big flat-screen TV on it (he had a line on the TV: over the weekend, he'd asked Jesse how much they'd paid for the TV he and Wyatt had, and Jesse answered that they hadn't bought it, it was on 'permanent loan': his gallery had several stored in the basement which they'd used for a show once; Reed had inquired about buying one of those, but Jesse felt sure Jerry and Dan, the gallery owners would let him borrow one, too). In the cabinet the TV would sit on, he would store his DVDs.
The set-up would be perfect for when the boys dropped by to watch football or movies or porn. He got hard just thinking of the fun in store, introducing Chance and the rest of these newly-turned, young, gay horn-dogs to the wild variety of hot male action he had on DVD. The huge sofa, soft rug, and oversized throw pillows would allow for all sorts of possibilities when the action got steamy (which it always seemed to get around here). And turning the bed as he'd planned meant he and Chance could watch TV from there when they were alone.
He also wanted to re-hang the pictures Chance had up - he planned to put those two amazing large-size photos of Chance and him, that Jesse had taken, on each of the corner walls, above the sofa; the gay-wrestlers porn movie poster he'd given Chance would go on the wall by the desk area; and then he'd fill in the rest of the bare wall spaces with some of the art he was bringing over: a copy of Jesse's latest all-male calendar; some really gorgeous, incredibly erotic, male nude prints, paintings, and sketches he'd collected on his stay in Italy; and some large-size Tom of Finland reproductions he'd found online. He wanted their room to feature lots of the raw, sexy art a couple of hot young gay studs would have on their walls, shit that would really let dudes know this was a place for hard-core boy-on-boy action, the kind of stuff that would get you hard just looking at it.
Then, a few lamps for better lighting, about 20 sets of fairy-lights to string around the ceiling, maybe some wall sconces for more candlelight, and the room would be done.
He knew just the consignment store downtown where he could get most of the furnishings for the lowest possible prices, a store called Stevens' Showroom. It used to be owned by a sweet old woman, who'd filled the three-story warehouse with wonderful antiques and second-hand items. When she died, her son, Gary, and his partner, Ron, took over the business. Reed had met them a couple years ago at a party - they'd really hit it off (the two guys were both gorgeous, and Reed had enjoyed a couple of really hot three-ways with them). Whenever Reed was on a photo-shoot, and the people needed props, Reed sent them to Stevens'. Gary and Ron appreciated the business and told Reed he was always welcome to deep discounts. So the rugs, drapes, and larger pieces he knew Gary and Ron could hook him up with. The rest of what he needed he could get at the hardware store around the corner from the warehouse.
He figured that - if he could only find another guy and a truck - he could have all the errands done - moving his stuff over, buying and hauling the furniture he wanted - in at most about 3 hours, leaving him about 3 more hours to get the place fixed up before Chance got back. Fuck, would that stud ever be surprised! He'd even have enough time, he figured, to have a fabulous meal and a cold bottle of champagne ready. He was psyched. This would be the perfect way to celebrate moving in with his lover - a move he wanted to last the rest of their lives.
As he was taking down the measurements he needed, to make sure the things he bought would fit in the spaces he'd planned, he heard someone coming up the dorm stairs. He looked up, through his open dorm-room door, in time to see Tommy Bolton walk in.
"Hey, Reed!" Tommy smiled.
Damn, Reed thought, this guy is hot as hell. That stringy, blonde, surfer-length hair, clean-cut handsome face, killer smile, and a powerful body his jeans and T showed off tantalizingly well. Tommy's hockey-jock good looks were all it took for Reed's horniness to flare up again.
"Hey, Tommy. What's up? Just getting back from class?"
"Nah. No classes for me Mondays and Wednesdays. I was just lifting with the team. I'm gonna get a mess o' clothes together to take over to that tailor lady Chance goes to. Hope she can make my duds look as hot on me as Chance's look on him. Whadda you got goin' on?"
"Actually, a lot. I'm gonna try to move all my gear in today. Plus, I been thinkin' about re-arranging the room, buying some furniture, tryin' to make the place look hip."
"Sweet!" Tommy said. "You need some help?"
Reed brightened. "Fuck, Tommy, you serious? Cause damn straight I could use more muscle. There's probably 8 or so boxes of stuff to haul over from my old place. Then there's a couch and a rug and a wardrobe and desk and shit I'm gonna buy at this furniture store downtown. And a TV from a gallery downtown I think I can score. Been tryin' to figure out a way to get all that stuff from point A to point B. No way I can do it myself. So yeah, I DO need help. But you sure you got time? What about the tailor?"
"She's open til 7, I checked. And yeah, I got tons o' time. Kyle'll be gone til 7, and that's just when we have a skate-around tonight. So since there's not much shakin', I was just gonna do this clothes thing, then study a little, and run later. I got plenty o' time to hang with you, haul stuff, help you move in, get yer room in shape. But how were you thinkin' you were gonna move couches and wardrobes and shit from downtown to here?"
"That's the next problem. Don't suppose you own a truck, by any chance?"
"Sorry, 'fraid not. But hmmmm, lemme think, who do I know that does?"
"I was gonna call the guys at the store, see if I could use theirs but - ."
"Hell, yeah! I do know a guy has a big-ass Chevy truck. Dale King. He's on the team. You want me to call him and see if he'll lend us his rig for the day?"
Reed shrugged, not really expecting this to work. "Sure, give him a call. Tell him I'd be happy to give him some dough."
"Okey-doke," Tommy said, on his way out the door, "I'll be right back. I'm just gonna get outta these sweaty duds and wash up. I'll give Dale a buzz before I hop in the shower."
Once in his room, Tommy stripped off his clothes. As he undressed, a deliciously nasty fantasy formed in his mind, one that had begun forming deep in his loins: Reed was hot as fuck, and he REALLY needed to get laid, on account of he'd left early this morning, before Kyle was up, and then spent the past two hours lifting with a bunch of cut, sweaty, fine-ass hockey-studs. And now, he was waaaayyyy past horny.
So he hatched a quick plan: it involved sauntering back to Reed's room naked while phoning his friend, 'innocently' showing off his cut beef and sleek cock, hoping it would give that sweet stud next door some ideas. Damn, Reed looked hot as fuck in just that skimpy pair o' briefs, that nice thick cock of his bulging out and looking hella suckable. For sure they had some time for a little fun before they had to start their errands, no?
He glanced at himself in the mirror before he called his teammate. And damn, he liked what he saw: nicely bulked and cut as fuck, sparkling blue eyes, sexy blonde stubble highlighting his very handsome face, longish dirty blonde hair, and a body of smooth muscle - he was so glad he'd shaved his pubes off, cause now his seven-some inches of cut jock meat stood out in mouth-watering relief. Boy howdy, he thought, who wouldn't wanna fuck ya?
He stroked himself as he got off on his reflection, wanting to get his dick semi-boned so Reed would get the idea. While he stroked with one hand, he used the other to finger his hole. Damn, he needed a good fucking. The thought of Reed's thick log giving his hot, tingling hole a workout had his own prick harder by the second. In one of the porn videos he and Kyle watched yesterday, he heard some guy who loved getting fucked referred to as 'a natural bottom.' And Tommy smiled to think that's sure as hell what he was. A dude's hard cock working all up in his ass was pure, electric heaven to him; it got him off like nothing else. He could just feel that thick, hefty prick of Reed's pumpin' away at his guts.
Continuing to stare at his perfectly shaped cock and incredibly fine musculature in the mirror, he stopped posing and just flexed, pumping his beautifully etched torso into further definition. God, he felt so young and powerful, so fully alive, so awesomely male. He stroked his cock and fingered his hole, thinking: this is what you work your body into such powerful definition for, ultimately - so you can experience the exquisitely potent sensations of pure, 100 percent male sex to their fullest. There was nothing like the heights of ecstasy you could reach in sheer erotic abandon with another fit dude: both bodies moving with such controlled force, such coiled power, savoring the feel of finely-tuned muscles being put through their most delicious paces, rubbing, stroking, kissing, sucking, just luxuriating in the heady beauty of men, feeling desire grow and ripen to that delicious hardness. Then, after the foreplay, a long thick moist cock working slowly, wonderfully, into a hot, excited hole, stroking in and out of that tight, muscled ass, both dudes savoring the explosive pleasure to come. Damn, Tommy thought, his dick thick and rising, I need to get off, and fast.
He did a quick people-search of their school's website and got Dale's number. He found his cell, punched in the number, and strolled back to Reed's room, muscles rippling and semi-stiff dick swaying in excited expectation.
When Tommy walked back into Reed's room, the older boy gave a breathless gasp. Tommy had stripped off his clothes and stood there, chatting away, his hard-carved body on glorious display. He was idly playing with his balls and stroking his hardness as he talked. Smiling, he shot Reed a glance, pointed to his rapidly rising jock-meat, and cocked an eyebrow suggestively - a frank, wordless invitation for boys to be boys.
Reed wasted no time in shucking off his briefs - Christ, was he fucking ready for a go-round with Tommy or what? Then he walked over to his new neighbor and, as the boy kept talking - and it sounded, amazingly, like the dude was fine with them using his truck - he pressed tightly against Tommy's broad, chiseled back, wedging his own thick, hardening cock tight into the crevice of the hockey-stud's firm-muscled ass. Then his lips and fingers did a light, sexy flutter all over this hot young muscle-jock. He buried his nose in that long blonde surfer-style mane, inhaling the intoxicating man-musk of dried sweat, kissing the back of Tommy's strong neck, while he stroked sensuously up and down on Tommy's big, cut guns and around and all around those firm, flat pecs, pinching his hard little nipples mischievously (each pinch sending a thrill-spasm through Tommy's stiff dick). Reed's cock was now steel-hard and steadily grinding against those hard, smooth glutes.
"Goddamn, I wanna fuck this ass," he breathed thick and hot in Tommy's ear. "You fucking hockey-slut, you come in here teasing me with your fine-ass body, stroking that luscious piece of meat you got, getting me all hard and randy. Fuck, you want this tight little ass plowed by my big-ass dick, don't you, you little cock-whore?"
Tommy grinned at Reed's sexy talk, getting all eager for the ass-reaming ahead. His mind began to cloud over dreamily with pure lust. He could feel the gooey, delicious wetness from Reed's cock painting his ass-cheeks. Reed's hands were playing over the muscles of his upper body as if he were lovingly polishing some precious piece of fine art. His own cock, fully hard and leaking as much as Reed's, was twitching and spronging in ecstatic anticipation, aching with that exquisitely intense pain a dude's stiff prick can throb with - a pain made oh-so-bearable because you know what wonderful pleasure comes after. He worked his hungry ass back and forth against Reed's long thick hardness, in rhythm to the older boy's sexy thrusts.
Tommy could barely concentrate on the phone call. Reed heard his voice get thick and dry and begin catching in desperate passion as he tried to keep up the conversation with his friend.
Suddenly, a low, sharp moan escaped Tommy's mouth - still dry-humping that ass insistently, Reed was now sensuously stroking up and down the length of Tommy's stiff, jutting prick with one hand, while his other hand danced across the smooth expanse of Tommy's shaved pubes and then tickled his big, velvety ballsac. The feel of his knowing hands playing over the hockey-stud's smooth, sleek sexiness, gliding over that ripe, beefy, hardness, was as sensual to Reed as it was to Tommy. Then he concentrated both hands on Tommy's stiff, jutting seven-plus inches. That smooth, pulsating thickness was straining straight up, begging for attention, crying to erupt in pure male pleasure. Reed stroked it slow and sensuous, jacking the shaft with one hand and teasing the tip with the other, driving Tommy wild. Several seconds of play around the sensitive head and piss-slit, then, one hand still stroking the shaft, he juggled the huge, man-sized nuts in that big, loose sac. Back and forth he'd play - balls, shaft, tip.
"Huh?" Tommy said shakily into the phone, voice trembling with a steadily throbbing lust that felt like it would rattle his whole body apart. "No, dude, no, really, it's cool. I'm fine. I just - AW FUCK!"
Reed was on his knees now, in front of the boy, giving his ramrod-stiff beauty the succulent worship it deserved. As he lovingly licked and slathered that smooth, slick jock-meat, Reed thought happily about how all the boys on this floor had such nice, long, thick cocks. His head bobbed up and down on Tommy's stiff, twitching prick as he thought lusciously about how the meat on these young, big-dicked jocks demanded such constant attention - a nice slow mid-morning blow like this, for example, expertly administered with the proper relish; waking up in the morning, having your wood sucked or jacked or sweetly guided into a very willing ass; a quick stop with a buddy in the john between classes, fucking in one of the stalls; or a longer session in one of the campus library tea rooms, after some mentally exhausting study; a session of mutual jacking as you watched porn together after classes; then a hot session with a couple dudes in your dorm before bed - a young dude's needs were constant, throughout the day. Girls had no clue, Reed smiled to himself, gorging slurpily on that hard, fleshy treat. It was totally unsurprising to Reed that all the hot young jocks on this floor were discovering (and then reveling in) their primal gay desires: such body-conscious, cock-centered hot boys, as all the jocks on this floor were, could only resist for so long the deep, incessant drive for wholly satisfying sex, sex between dudes who fully understood each other's strongest urges.
"Nah, Dale, nothin'. 'S cool, really" Tommy panted, his heartbeat booming like a manic tympani through his brain. "I just s- s- spilled a glass of water. So - uh - 'bout a half-hour or so? You know which is my dorm, right? OH SHIT!!" Reed had begun fingering Tommy's very sensitive, very hungry pucker. A deep guttural moan of shameless longing ruptured out of Tommy, and he waggled his hole around on Reed's finger, clamping his ass muscles down hard, sending a strong signal how badly he needed to be fucked.
A satisfied sigh escaped Reed's nose as he greedily lapped and sucked that slick, jutting shaft and those ripe, round nuts and felt Tommy's greedy ass gobble up first one, then another finger. What a year in the dorm this would be, he thought: incredible sex like this was readily available now, on tap, 24/7. His new dorm was a gay bordello, full of the hottest boys around, all of whom wanted the same thing: the ability to slake their very insistent sexual needs with other young, equally hot studs.
His hungry mouth stuffed with a sample of the fine-ass dick that was now his for the asking, Reed dreamed about all the testosterone raging constantly inside all the hot young muscle-studs on this floor, these young jock gods, addicted to dick now and craving it constantly. His mind reeled drunkenly with the thought of the ocean of rich, thick boy-cream that would be pumping, hot and creamy, in load after endless load, out of young, hard cocks all year long! He attacked Tommy's prick with renewed passion. Up and down his head went, savoring that long luscious pole, which rose perfectly vertical, almost flush, against Tommy's lean, shaved-smooth lower abs. He fingered the boy's cum-filled ballsac with one hand and continued working open that tight jock pucker with the other. His own cock was now screamingly hard, desperate to shoot, aching to plow that hot, hungry hole.
Tommy finally wrapped up the call, flung his phone across the floor, gave out a lusty young growl, and pressed his hands against Reed's head, guiding the older boy's wonderfully warm mouth back and forth on his pulsating prick.
He could feel his cum start to churn and build. Every muscle in his body - already pumped and tingling after two hours in the weight room - felt hard, tight, electric. Damn, Tommy thought, a dude's body is an incredible machine. Keep it trained with the right kind of exercise and the right kind of sex, and the results are amazing. He felt a kind of sexual athleticism surge through him, every nerve, every muscle, pulsatingly alive. Gay sex had thrown a switch in him, making him feel fully body conscious, from the tips of his fingers and toes right down to the center of his groin, for the first time in his life. It was absolutely ravishing.
Reed was sucking him off with incredible mastery - varying hard, hot-breathed pumping, long slow lapping, and incredibly sexy tongue swirls. All the while Tommy's balls felt on fire from Reed's slow, insistent sac-play. And his hole! It was twitching and burning so badly now, screaming out for a thick cock to pump and ram and bang and fuck it, raw and hard, over and over, until loads and loads of thick, luscious cream came gushing out of it - that cream the only thing that would quench the hungry, itchy fire he felt spreading through his ass. Tommy let his conscious mind dissolve in the pure sensations of boy-lust.
He moaned in a sex-thick rasp: "Fuck, dawg, it's soooo damn hot bein' able to tomcat around with you like this! We gotta be doin' this all the time, now you're movin' in. Damn, you're a fuckin' pro, dude! You can have my ass any fucking time!"
He held Reed's head gently but firmly and then proceeded to face-fuck him, using his muscular young hips to draw his long spit-slick cock back and forth, in and out, over Reed's precum-coated lips. Meanwhile, he kept working his boy-hole shamelessly on the three fingers Reed was now using for ass-play. He had to have that long, sweet cock up there!
"Aw fuck, Reed, fuck my ass! Fuck my hot, tight, hockey-stud hole. Make me your fucking whore, Reed! I want that big beautiful cock of yours all up in my guts! Pound my slutty jock ass, dawg!"
Tommy worked his ass muscles lewdly all over Reed's fingers, begging for the boy's cock. He could feel his orgasm build. Reed's tongue lapping up and down his thick jutting tool was hot enough; add in those fingers hitting his prostate just right and his balls began to throb with an over-ripe tingle.
"AW FUCCCKK!!" he cried as Reed's tongue slathered and slurped over his ultra-sensitive nuts; that, along with his expert finger-fucking seemed to coax a load right out of his nuts. He threw his head back, grimaced, and cried out in delicious agony as gush after gush coursed through his cock, drenching Reed's mouth. Tommy pressed Reed's head firmly against his squirting dick as he shot five, six, seven times into those slurpy lips.
After his heart stopped racing, he looked down to see Reed's wicked, cum-stained smile. The boy was stroking his own cock with one thought in mind.
"Fuck me now, dude! Ram that fuckin' sweet-ass cock o' yours all up in my ass!" Tommy panted, perfectly articulating Reed's very intent.
Reed pulled the blonde hunk down. They kissed with a kind of molten heat. Then Reed pushed the boy back, hoisted the boy's hips up, and, clasping his thick throbbing tool, plunged into the hockey-stud's oh-so-willing ass. It was rough going at first, Tommy was almost still-virginal and Reed's cock had such meaty girth, but they both loved that. A gut-wrenching groan escaped Tommy's lips as Reed jammed his aching prick further and further up that tight chute.
"FUCK but that feels good!" he cried.
A slight smile played over Reed's lips: this boy was so fucking cock-hungry. And what a hot, tight hole. He worked his cock up in quick, fierce nudges against that carved-muscle ass. Tommy was there to meet him every inch of the way, trying desperately to work his own ass all the way down over Reed's thick length as quickly as possible.
"OH YESSSSS!" he exulted, his eyes closed and head rolling back and forth in ecstasy as Reed's huge hardness flooded his guts.
Finally Reed, sweating and panting, felt his balls nestle against Tommy's lean, hard cheeks. He raised his body and just luxuriated in the tight warm flesh embracing his aching prick. But Tommy couldn't rest; his hips started wriggling and rocking, as if his ass was starving to be fed a huge helping of boy-meat. Fuck, Reed thought, does this fucker ever need to get laid!
He bent down and stroked Tommy's beautiful blonde-stubbled face, then bent in and the two again exploded in a smoldering kiss of sheer young masculine sex-heat. Their tongues danced wild and breathless against each other.
Reed drew his body up, leered down at Tommy, and proceeded to piston his hips, drawing his cock an inch out and an inch back, starting a gentle, sexy rhythm that felt wonderful. But Tommy wouldn't have it. His strong ass and hip muscles were demanding, insistent, powerful. They seemed to attack Reed's steel-hard thickness, forcing it to speed up the pounding, begging for nothing less than an assault.
Reed was up to the challenge. He grasped the boy's hips up and began firm, quick, relentless long-dicking, loving the sensation of each slap of his loose ballsac against that hard jock ass.
"Fuck yeah!" Tommy yelled, his own hips matching Reed's rhythm perfectly.
As his cock and Tommy's hole grew slicker, Reed went faster and harder. Tommy was sweaty and panting in utter abandon. As Reed plunged in and out of that choice, tight ass, he looked down at Tommy's gorgeous body - especially, those abs, almost as incredibly defined as Chance's. He rubbed the hockey-stud's hard slab, getting a nice deep purr of pleasure in response. He grabbed Tommy's muscular legs and threw one over each shoulder. This raised Tommy to a better angle, so he could feed him every bit of his dick. He went back to his hard long ball-slapping thrusts, and the change in Tommy's gasps of pleasure, along with the immediate hardening of the boy's beautiful cock, told him he was hitting the prostate just right.
It was utter erotic splendor fucking that tight ass, feeling it squirm in delight while it gobbled up his dick with relish. And now he could watch the boy's hardened cock and smooth sac of low-hangers jostle and bounce against his tight lower abs. As his hips glided in and out, Reed went back to playing over Tommy's washboard with one hand; with the other, he alternated between jerking Tommy's now-stiff prick and jiggling that hefty young sac.
Tommy was lost in pure sexual pleasure. His head rocked and swayed; every fiber in his body was on full sizzle mode. Again, he could feel the cum begin roiling in his balls.
"What a fucking cock!" he panted, breathless. "Keep reaming my ass with that huge fuckin' log! Aw fuck, aw fuck! Harder, dawg! Deeper. Feels like a goddamn baseball bat up there! So fucking hot! Fuck the fucking shit out of me with it, man!!"
They were rutting animals. As Reed's hips tattooed a furious rhythm against Tommy's ass, his hands were a whirr: jerking the boy's stiff rod, while he frantically tickled his nutsac. Tommy was thrashing and squirming on the floor, alternating between weak cries and short panting moans. He was on the delirious, wordless edge of another major orgasm. That huge hard cock bringing such ecstasy to his ass and Reed's skilled fingers driving his cock and balls wild - the only thing that could stimulate Tommy more was if there were a huge hard cock in his mouth.
Seeing that gorgeous young hunk reduced to his worshipful dick-slave was too much for Reed. He knew he'd cum any minute and wanted to shoot in sync with this sweet, fine-ass cock-slut. He whipped out his cock and crouched in close to Tommy, pressing their big smooth cum-heavy sacs tight together. Then he grabbed both their pricks in his hand and jacked feverishly.
Tommy's breath seemed to leave his body in one huge moaning gasp. The delicious feel of their hard, straining cocks pressed together was all it took, he was gonna - .
Reed pumped and pumped their two huge hard cocks together. He looked down as he jacked: with both their shaved pubes, all he could see was hard, thick cock and lean, smooth flesh. It was so fucking - .
They both erupted, with a force that felt as if someone had thrown a 300-volt switch in their brains. Cum was squirting everywhere, thick and hot, on abs, thighs, cocks, ballsacs, lips, noses, and tits. Both young studs were awash in the indescribable rush, that thrilling, teeming current, the frothy ecstasy of male orgasm. After the last spurt, Reed collapsed like a half-drowned man on Tommy, loving the feel of the huge pools of cream coating them, seeming to glue their bodies together.
Minutes later, heart rates normal, they smiled, kissed, and got up to grab a quick shower before Tommy's friend was due to arrive with the truck.
"Hey, can we stop and get your shaver?" Reed asked. "I wanna try something."
"Sure. What you got planned?"
"I'm gonna buzz my hair all over. I think it's time to off this funky-ass crew cut I been sportin' for so long."
"You sure, dawg? Cause you look hot as hell." Tommy reached over and tousled Reed's spiky top.
"Yeah. I been thinkin' bout it for a while. Chance is way into buzzed hair, and I wanna look hot for my boy. Plus, I think you gotta shake things up every so often in a relationship, y'know? And I been diggin' on Beckham's look for so long. Dude's hot as fuck with that blonde buzz. So I'm gonna try it. Plus, I'm thinkin' of lettin' my soul patch grow."
Tommy reached over and let his fingers play in and out of Reed's mouth, passing them back and forth over his lower lip.
"Damn, that'll be so cool if you let your patch grow. I can just feel that furry little blonde ridge ticklin' the underside o' my cock as I feed it to you. Too hot!"
"Oh, you'll be feelin' it all right. Now that we'll be livin' next door to each other, you need to know I believe in a VERY good neighbor policy."
Reed grabbed a towel, they swung by Tommy's so he could grab one, along with the shaver, and the two naked muscle-studs pranced off to the shower room down the hall, enjoying the feel of their long cocks dangling as they walked.
Before they hit the shower, Tommy gave Reed an excellent buzz, which, he had to admit, looked hot as fuck.
"So fuckin' sexy, dude," Tommy murmured, rubbing his large, rough, hockey-strong fingers delicately over Reed's perfectly shaped head. "Gonna feel hot as hell havin' this buzz play over my thighs and abs when we're gettin' busy. No doubt!"
Reed studied his reflection, turning his head this way and that as he inspected it. As he stared, Tommy came up behind him and pressed in close, kissing his back lightly and stroking the lean bulk of his upper arms. Tommy's shaved-bare pubes and big cock pressing into the back of Reed's smooth, firm ass - naked flesh against naked flesh - felt incredible to both boys.
Satisfied with how hot the buzz looked, Reed turned around, kissed Tommy gratefully, and the two boys hit the showers, soaping each other up under the hot spray. As the soap rinsed off their bodies, they stroked each other and kissed hungrily. Just that was enough to rekindle the still smoldering embers of their passion for each other. In seconds they began lathering up each other's cocks and abs and asses, then exulted at the feel of each other's sexy hands working over their bodies. They jacked each other's cocks and finger-fucked their holes until they each shot another delicious load.
They each went back to their respective rooms to dress. Tommy, feeling sexy as hell and amped at the thought of spending the day with his very hot new neighbor, decided on mesh shorts, no jock or underwear, and the tightest T he owned (an old grey high school hockey team shirt). On his feet, since the plan was lifting and hauling, he wore an old pair of Timberlands with no socks. Reed put on tight, low-cut jeans, also deciding against underwear, and one of his sleeveless tight French T's, which showed off his lusciously worked biceps. The T was brown, so he put on his old-school Puma's, also brown. Going to be moving a lot of boxes and stuff today, he thought, so brown seems like the obvious color.
Reed finished dressing first, so he strolled next door. The door was open, and Tommy was in front of the mirror, putting just enough gel in his blonde, shoulder-length mane to make it look even fuller, more wild. Reed just about licked his lips seeing Tommy in his roughneck hockey-stud outfit. He loved seeing any guy in mesh shorts (note to self, he thought, wear yours tonight for Chance), and Tommy especially was made for them - they hung so well in back off those hard-muscled glutes, and showed off his incredible calves really well, but it was being able to see that thick, floppy schlong sway and bulge and jostle in front, under the soft clingy mesh, that did it. Reed figured he'd have a low-level hard-on all day watching that sweet stud's package.
They hadn't but a minute or so until Tommy's phone rang - it was Dale, calling from his truck outside. He gave them the keys, told them to drop it off at his dorm whenever they were done, and Reed and Tommy were left to their errands.
The day itself proved uneventful and not at all arduous. They stopped first at Reed's old room and got him packed up in about forty-five minutes (it would have been even sooner, Reed thought to himself, if he didn't have to keep pulling his gay porn mags out from under Tommy's horned-up gaze). They quickly moved those boxes back to their residence hall and then drove downtown.
They spent about an hour in the consignment store. Gary, the owner, personally went through the warehouse with both boys, suggesting pieces and offering incredibly discounted prices. Reed was receptive to almost every suggestion Gary made, except he didn't like the screen Gary recommended. There was another one, a curved, wooden forties-era one Reed loved. They dickered over the price, reached an agreement, and then they carried all the stuff down to the front of the store.
All in all, Reed was thrilled with his purchases. They had the exact sort of sectional sofa he'd wanted, this one in a rich chocolate velvet. The cabinet for the TV was low and long, dark mahogany in fairly decent shape, and would easily store his DVDs. The drop-leaf table was sort of beat-up, but very cheap; Reed didn't mind the rings and nicks on the surface, because that way he wouldn't stress when the boys were over, leaving drinks on it and spilling salsa, and Gary even threw in a lace table cloth for it. The carpet was a very thick lime-green shag. The bench for the dressing area was lovely - old, ornate and padded, it even had a back. The real find was the huge stage mirror, about eight feet tall, five feet wide, with a thick, ornate, fake-gold-leaf frame; gazing at it in the store, Reed could just picture it back in their dorm, with Chance's beautifully sculpted body posing in front of it. The library table was also kind of beat-up, but again the condition was ultimately fine for two college dudes trying to upgrade.
Tommy found himself flirting with Gary's partner, Ron. He was attractive as hell - an older dude, head shaved smooth, pierced ears, and a totally macho goatee. And Ron was obviously pretty smitten with the young blonde hockey-stud. The smiles and eye contact between them were embarrassingly electric. Once he found out Tommy played hockey, Ron started making all sorts of lewd jokes about 'sticking', punning on the word 'puck' and using the 'zamboni' as a synonym for dick, all of it cracking Tommy up. This was new to Tommy, flirting out in the world with hot-looking guys, and he loved it. His dick throbbed thickly in his shorts (which he noticed Ron had a hard time keeping his eyes off) as he thought about what sex would be like with this hot older stud. He looked to Tommy exactly like one of the porn stars in this leather video he and Kyle had watched together, one that had gotten Tommy hard as hell. It featured a bunch of hot guys, some older and some younger, all of them either shaved or buzzed, the older dudes with beards and all of them with piercings, who dressed in what looked to Tommy like gay motorcycle gear and who did all sorts of really nasty things to each other. He bet Ron was into shit like that; he just had that air of really hot, evil sex simmering below the surface.
Reed had expected to pay about five or six hundred dollars for everything. When the bill rang up to only three-hundred and fifty, he decided to hit an imported linen boutique down the street to blow a couple hundred on new sheets, pillows, and quilts. He got some incredibly luxurious stuff: high thread-count sheets and pillowcases that would feel sensuous as hell against their hard-muscled bodies, and enough expensive down pillows to make them really feel like decadent young sheiks lounging in their oasis of boy-sex. He also scored this awesomely thick down-filled comforter, with a sleek, almost satiny-feeling gold-and-black-patterned cover. He could just picture Chance's sculpted torso lying in it.
They hit Jesse's gallery next and, as Jesse had said, had no problem getting Jerry to lend them a flat-screen TV for as long as the gallery wasn't using it. In fact, he even set Tommy up with one, which caused the boy's eyes to bulge in stunned gratitude. Before they left, Jerry showed him a few more photos from Jesse's upcoming show they had just framed. Tommy was in awe over how hot each one was, how well they captured the true erotic essence of masculine sex and beauty. He gushed and stammered over each one, which Jerry thought cute as hell. What Jerry also found cute as hell was Tommy's plump young cock dangling down, deliciously evident under his mesh shorts. Jerry offered to give them a tour of the gallery - anything to keep these two young studs around a while longer - but Reed had to decline, and explained why. Jerry demanded they take a rain check, then hugged them both good-bye, making sure when he pressed Tommy close to him, he got a nice feel of that nice plump cock he'd been ogling in those flimsy shorts.
Next they hit this cool store Tommy really dug - a kind of small, upscale grocery that also sold beer and wine. It was staffed by two incredible-looking twenty-something guys - one a buzzed, hunky muscle-stud; the other a kind of sexy scholarly-looking dude with really hip, fashionable glasses and a wispy sort of gypsy beard that Tommy thought looked hot. Reed was obviously a regular customer here cause they greeted Reed warmly when he walked through the door. Reed went up to them, hugging and kissing each one, which Tommy thought was cool as fuck for dudes to do. One helped him pick out a piece of fish Reed said he was going to poach for him and Chance. Then the other suggested some champagne. Reed bought extra bottles - one to give Tommy for his help, and one he told Tommy to give his friend Dale, in return for lending them the truck. Very suave, Tommy thought.
And yes, again, as Reed and the muscle-stud were talking sparkling wine, the sexy scholar with the wispy gypsy-beard started chatting Tommy up, making all sorts of sexy small talk. This to Tommy was awesome. It made him feel like a suddenly hip player in a totally sexy world. Reed got a few more groceries - he said he was making curried rice and some kind of steamed julienne carrots with ginger-soy sauce that he was going to serve with the poached fish. Tommy hadn't heard of any of these dishes, but they all sounded way better than the dorm food he was going to eat tonight. As Reed shopped, Tommy kept on flirting with the dude behind the counter, who asked for Tommy's number, saying they'd call him and his boyfriend when they had their next wine-tasting party.
"It'd be cool to see you again, and meet the boy who's got such a jock stud like you for his boyfriend."
That got Tommy's heart racing and dick thickening. He knew it was starting to rise in his shorts cause he saw the dude check him out and smile.
And then, when they left, Reed hugged and kissed his friends again, and the sexy scholar held out his arms for Tommy: they embraced (both their cocks, blood-engorged from all their flirting, pressing tight together), and then he gave Tommy a quick peck on the cheek and a wink. Tommy felt like a school-boy, head spinning with his first crush.
As he and Reed wandered the aisles of the hardware store, their last stop, Tommy reflected on this, his first true experience in the larger gay world, the world outside the dorm-room or locker-room. It was cool as hell, he realized. These older gay dudes, keeping their bodies looking trim and hot, with such incredible taste and knowledge about art and furniture and food and wine and fabric and design. Such a cool, sexy style they all had, not just fashion style, but a kind of frank, knowing sexual allure and aggressiveness that just bewitched Tommy (it was like, any one of the encounters he'd had in those shops, in five more minutes, could have resulted in fucking - an idea Tommy found very appealing). Plus, they were so warm and kind and witty. Tommy was feeling the first stirrings of what Chance, too, had felt - a longing to improve himself, so he could play in the realms of art and culture and fashion and style and language at a level closer to these guys. If Tommy had the words for it, he would say he was learning about his heritage as a young gay.
They got back to the dorm about 2, leaving plenty of time to get the room set up. It took a while to cart all the stuff up from the truck, but then things went smoothly. They got the furniture quickly moved to the right spots, which allowed Reed to unpack his boxes. Once that was done, Tommy offered to hook up the TV while Reed set to work on the wall hangings and draping the curtains around the bed.
Tommy finished first. He got the cable working perfectly, then wanted to test if the DVD player worked. This was the part of the job he'd looked forward to most, cause it meant going through Reed's very extensive collection of gay porn DVDs. Like a wide-eyed kid with a box of chocolates, he wanted to try them all. He got hard just looking at covers and reading blurbs. He decided on one called "Raunchy Ranch-hands" and fired it up.
Reed smiled as he finished installing the hardware in the walls to hang the sheer fabric and heavy velvet he'd bought - looking over at Tommy getting so amped over his porn vids. What a freak, it would be a thrill-ride living next to him. Chance and his boys kept sex so damn new and exciting.
When Reed finished hanging the curtains around the bed - velvet in front and back, sheers along the side - and admiring how incredible they turned out, he looked over at Tommy, eyes glued to the screen, shirt off, big dick and ballsac pulled out of his shorts, stroking away with one hand and massaging his sac while pinching his nipples with the other.
Reed quickly shucked his jeans and T and curled up next to the hockey stud on the new sofa. It was very comfortable, Reed thought, very cozy. He was delighted his dreams for this room were coming true so quickly - he wanted them to have a real boys' room, where young guys could be utterly themselves, no inhibitions, full of honest young passion and desire. A place where anything hot could happen. And here it was - happening already!
"Damn," he laughed, "we're breaking in the passion pit a lot sooner than even I thought we would!"
He kissed Tommy passionately and took over stroking the boy's cock while they both eyed the onscreen action.
Tommy let out a sigh and lay back, continuing to watch the porn-flick through contented, half-closed eyes.
"This is an awesome set-up, Reed," he murmured dreamily. "You're gonna have dudes just about livin' over here from now on. Me, for one."
Reed soul-kissed the boy breathlessly, his hunger rising quickly in him, and panted, "That's the idea, dude."
Then he got to work on Tommy's cock, licking and sucking while three muscle-hunks in leather chaps did a daisy-chain suck in high-definition on the screen in front of them. Watching them, hearing the electronic dick-slurping counterpoint with the live-action cock-slobbering going on in front of him, got Tommy hungry for man-meat, too. He stretched out on the sofa opposite-ways alongside Reed so the two could 69 each other's stiff, excited pricks.
The newly remodeled dorm was filled with the sounds of men, both actual and virtual, pleasuring each other. It was a chorus of oral delight. Tommy sucked Reed with one eye on the TV and one on the long thick uncut beauty in front of him. He stopped sucking for a while to slide Reed's foreskin sensuously up and down. Then he lightly tongued the frenum, even biting it a little, which made that cock twitch and drew a deep, satisfied, muffled moan from Reed's cock-stuffed mouth. So Tommy kept up playing with that sexy loose sheath of skin, pulling it, biting the nippled flesh, tonguing around the cockhead under the skin, and darting at the frenum with his tongue-tip. All the while watching the incredibly hot cocks on the screen in front of him.
"Fuck, I love dick!" he sighed, to no one in particular. He'd always - ever since he could remember - loved looking at cocks: his own, of course, endlessly in the mirror; and those of the boys in all the locker rooms he'd been in; and then, in the steamy sex mags he'd seen that showed men and women fucking, it was the chance to glimpse a guy's stiff rod that turned him on. A nice-looking cock was so fucking beautiful, so damn erotic, it just seemed to radiate a kind of thrillingly hypnotic power. No wonder mainstream culture made the phallus taboo.
Tommy loved everything about dicks - how they looked hard or soft, cut or uncut, hairy or smooth, cumming or not. And now that he'd finally admitted he was gay, he was free to indulge his obsession in a major way. He loved touching them; fondling them; stroking them; kissing, sucking, and licking them; watching them shoot; and, of course, feeling them flood up into his ass - it's as if a guy's thick stiff prick were a plug that completed his circuit, sending energy rushing all through him.
He lay back and gazed at the smooth, ripe beauty before him. He grasped the thick, meaty eight inches in both hands, caressing it, gazing on it with the erotic appreciation it deserved, then pressed it to his face and rubbed it all over, breathing it in. A huge sigh escaped his lips.
This was sex, he thought contentedly and chowed back down on that butterscotch-colored hunk of boy-meat in front of him, letting his fingers roam around Reed's shaved patch, his balls, and then prodding his hole.
Both boys were getting harder and more sexed up by the second. Their sucking and licking grew faster and more breathless.
"I'm gonna cum!" Tommy called, and then Reed's mouth filled with five thick squirts of lip-smacking jock-cream. Reed swallowed Tommy's sweet load, then pulled his meat out of Tommy's mouth, knelt next to the boy, and jacked until he pumped a few thick loads all over Tommy's grateful face. Tenderly, he fed the young hunk fingerful after fingerful of his cum, scooped off that gorgeous face. When he could scoop no more off, he tongued sensuously all over Tommy's beautiful, beard-stubbled face. Once finished, they kissed with the deep affection and innocent passion of two young studs who'd just helped get each other most satisfyingly off.
Tommy stood up, flipping off the set, and asked Reed if he needed any more help.
"Naw, just gonna tidy up a little, then fix dinner."
Tommy left the cover of the DVD out, next to the TV. He thought it looked hot lying there, three beefy dudes naked, except for cowboy hats, their obscenely long, porn-star dicks looking so damn sexy. He looked around the room again. The furnishings were amazing; the room seemed twice as big as it had before. The lights strewn around the ceiling were very cool. What Tommy thought totally cool was all the hot sex on display: on each wall there were incredibly erotic pictures or drawings (along with those cool photos of Jesse's, Reed had put up sketches and painting of dudes' torsos, with hard muscles and luscious-looking cocks; huge, X-rated posters for porn flicks; and these amazing cartoon-like drawings of hot, muscular studs with amazingly huge dicks doing all sorts of sexy shit); on one side of the TV cabinet was a stack of stroke books, fitness mags, and Abercrombie catalogs; and on an end table, a bowl filled with various lubes and cock rings. Fuck, this was like the gay stud club-house of all time, he thought.
"Incredible, dude! You had a real fucking vision for how to make this place look awesome. Chance is gonna flip. It's gonna be cool as fuck hanging out here from now on."
When Tommy left, Reed pulled on some thin mesh briefs, had a quick puff from his one-hitter, opened a beer, and just luxuriated in his remodeled space. He put fresh candles in each of the candle-sticks and wall-sconces. He flipped open his laptop and clicked on some nice low Jamaican dub to throb through the room while he got ready for his boy lover.
He checked out the bed - it was freshly made and looked amazing. He lay down on it, sinking in to the down comforter and fluffy down pillows, and stroked himself hard as he thought of all the incredible sex he and Chance would have here - sometimes tender, sometimes rough, sometimes one dominant, sometimes the other, sometimes just the joy of two lovers celebrating intimacy. This would be where their relationship would grow and mature throughout their time together in this room.
Then, at 4:15, he got his dinner together. He started the curried rice immediately - even if Chance was late, it would be fine (Reed thought it almost tasted better at room temperature). Then he julienned the carrots, put them in a pot ready for steaming, and whipped up a simple dressing of soy sauce and ginger. Finally, he simmered some vermouth and water, putting in a couple cloves and some black peppercorns. That would be the stock in which he'd poach the beautiful piece of wild-caught black cod he bought. He thought this was a perfect supper for their first night together. There was maybe 2 grams of fat in the whole meal. He wanted Chance and him to eat as healthy as possible, to keep their bodies in peak form, so they'd be attractive to each other for as long as possible.
When the poaching liquid had simmered fifteen minutes, everything was ready - whenever they wanted, they were about ten minutes away from eating; all he had to do was start the fish and carrots.
He took another puff from his one-hitter, then got his bong out. He put fresh water in and packed the bowl tight with enough weed to get him and Chance beautifully stoned when his boyfriend arrived. The plan was - as soon as Chance's jaw got up from the floor after seeing how incredible the dorm looked - they'd do some bong-hits, have some champagne, and then try out the new sheets. Mmmmmm. Reed, a little stoned now, got wonderfully hard thinking of the awesome reaming he was going to get from his muscle-stud's monster dick.
A quick shower - begging off Miklos's offer to fool around under the spray - and went back to his room to dress: black mesh shorts, no underwear, and two necklaces - one hemp, the other rawhide - that was how he decided to dress for their dinner that night, simple and sexy. As he put on his necklaces, he loved seeing how great the dressing area was - all their clothes together there to choose from, that big mirror to check themselves out in. He knew he'd be sitting on that bench later, after sex, watching Chance change for dinner into one of his sexiest jocks.
Oh, what a fucking life, he thought.