The Alien Culture Project, part 6
by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
After their shower, they headed back to Reed's room to dress and pack for the trip over to Chance's, where they would spend their first night together. Reed had several things he wanted to bring: a couple gifts he'd gotten Chance earlier that afternoon, some special lube he'd bought, his pot, some clothes he wanted Chance to try on, and fresh clothes for himself for tomorrow morning. While he was busy with that, Chance packed up the beer and left-over pizza. As Reed switched off the lights and blew out the candles, Chance embraced him from behind.
"Dude, I'm so fucking into you. You know that, right?"
"Shit, yeah."
"This is so damn cool. Our first night together. Damn, I'm so fucking excited, I can't wait."
They kissed deeply there in the dark. Finally, Reed pulled out.
"Come on, dude. Let's hit it, or I'm just gonna strip you here and fuck you on the floor. I am so damn hot for you, Chance."
They walked across campus like giddy young lovers. Laughing, kissing, hugging, holding hands, rubbing backs or asses. When they reached Chance's room, Reed put his package down while Chance grabbed a couple beers, opened them, and stowed the rest in the fridge. They toasted each other and the night. As they sipped their beer, they both smiled in pure pleasure and anticipation of a night alone together.
"Oh, man, hey, I got a gift for you!" Reed jumped up and went to get the stuff he'd brought. Earlier, he'd stopped in at the gay bookstore downtown and picked up another gay video promo poster. This one was for a movie called "Men of the Mat." He thought Chance might dig it and want to put it up in his room. The poster was quite hot. In the foreground were two gorgeous young hunks, one in just a jock, the other in a very skimpy singlet. In the background were various scenes from the movie: two dudes writhing on the mat (looking very much like Brock and Chance did the other day, in a pose that was halfway between wrestling and sex), a naked guy in a locker room, beautifully cut back and ass to the camera, with a couple of wrestlers hovering around him in various stages of athletic undress, and a few assorted gorgeous wrestlers here and there. Chance absolutely loved it, thought it was perfect, and they quickly hung it in his bedroom. Both boys remarked how cool it looked.
"Well," Chance asked when they finished, tongue very firmly in cheek, "what should we do tonight!"
"Bet I get undressed before you, asshole," Reed called, already having kicked his shoes off.
Once naked (Chance won; Reed had more underwear on), the boys embraced in the sheer wonder of their strong new passion. Each held the other close, delighting in the feel of the other's firmness. Each gravitated to the other's ass: Reed squeezing the solid muscles of Chance's firm, jock glutes; Chance rubbing Reed's smooth ass sensually, then grooving it deeply in anticipation of the night ahead. Meanwhile, their stiff, young, cocks, in strained, excited erections, ground together wet and full, and their hard, erect nipples brushed against each other in the mounting fever of their embrace. They luxuriated in the feel of each other's muscles, lips, tongues; the feel of a stubbled cheek against a smooth one; the feel of a tightly buzzed crew-cut against strong, rough hands; a bristly pubic patch against a smoothly shaved crotch; but over all, those thick, insistent cocks, rubbing against each other, ripe for sex.
They decided to just cuddle in bed for a while, naked, indulging in the chance just to relish being together. First, Reed put one of Chance's bandanas over the nightstand lamp, to make the lighting fit the mood. Then they settled in to explore bodies slowly, lustfully. Reed traced the ripped bulk of Chance's torso and thighs, turned on by the taut skin stretched over his hard, beautifully articulated muscles. Such power and strength lay under there, but such beauty and perfection, too. Reed thought he'd never get over the firm, ripe lusciousness of Chance's rippled mass.
"Jesus, Chance, your body is like a fucking aphrodisiac to me. Christ, I think I could cum from just staring at you long enough."
Chance gave a weak sort of laugh; he was too lost in gazing at Reed's gorgeous face: so beautiful, so intoxicating. That incredible skin, cafŽ au lait colored, and that beautiful blonde hair, so sexily cut. He lightly traced his fingers all over Reed's face and the side of his head, then planting light kisses in his fingers' wake.
Then, almost simultaneously, each boy became painfully aware of their aching hardness. Chance scooted up in bed, resting his hefty bulk against the headboard. He patted the space next to him, inviting Reed to join him. They sat close, kissing each other with a hard, but gentle passion, delighting in the sight of their long hard cocks sticking out. One mind, they both tried to see how long they could go without touching dicks; instead, rubbing each other's hard, ripped abs, luxuriating in the sexy feel.
"Mmmmm, rub my hard slab, man," Chance purred as Reed traced the deep grooves of his rock-hard eight-pack. Chance concentrated on tracing the hard curves of Reed's, loving the contrast in their skin colors.
"Fuck, man, your skin is so fucking beautiful. How did you get such a rich, gorgeous color?"
"My dad's pure Brazilian, and my mom's pure Norwegian. Turns out to be a great mix, apparently. Plus, they're both fucking gorgeous. You gotta see them, man." Shit, dude, Reed thinks to himself, easy now; you're starting to make plans to meet the parents? You're gonna spook this stallion with that kind of talk, he laughed to himself. You better gentle this horse if you want him to wear your brand. But Chance wasn't spooked a bit; he was still lost in Reed's incredible beauty.
"I ain't surprised. Shit, you are just so damn perfect."
Chance could resist dick no longer. His sensual rubbing of Reed's cut abs evolved into an erotic massage of Reed's hard, twitching cock, poking up from his groin irresistibly. Chance rubbed everywhere - cock, balls, ass, groin. Both boys could feel their passion building slowly, deliciously, to the climax ahead. The feeling of Chance's big, rough hands on Reed's shaved smoothness was electric for both of them. Chance rested his head on Reed's chest and began to jack the older boy slowly, tenderly, oozing the sheath of his foreskin slowly back and forth, loving to watch the glistening red tip cover up and poke out.
"Damn, I love your cock. I love the way it goes to a kinda pointy tip, like a torpedo." He looked mischievously into Reed's eyes. "It's your love missile, dude! Fire when ready, Captain!"
Reed smiled in bliss, and brought one hand to rub the hard, big curves of Chance's shoulders and biceps, with the other he lazily fondled the boy's long hard cock. His fingertip slowly traced the thick veins running up and down that thick, hefty shaft.
"Mmmm, Reed, darlin', this is like paradise. God, I love you, bro. I could do shit like this with you forever. I can't imagine a better lover."
Reed was surfing the same wave-crest.
"Chance, you are the greatest guy I've ever known. I am so into you, man. I am fucking drunk on you! And to hear you call me 'lover' and 'darling' - shit man, that's like a dream."
Chance pulled up to look Reed in the eye. "Reed, you are such an incredible dude. I want us to be lovers, man. You know that, right? I want to call you my boyfriend and have you call me that." And then he looked away, embarrassed. "But shit, man, I can't promise that I won't, like, stop having sex with other dudes. I love that way too much for now. And I sure as heck wouldn't expect you to turn away the opportunities that'll arise for a gorgeous guy like you. But I can promise you that you'll be my main partner, my most intimate friend."
Reed stroked the lean jaw of this beautiful cowboy hunk. "That's all I fucking ask, dude." Then he laughed, "But I gotta warn you, man: I plan on having so fucking much hot sex with you, you might just be too worn out for those little wrestler studs of yours."
Chance cracked up. He flipped over on all fours, straddled Reed, who was still lying against the headboard, and backed his hard, creamy-smooth ass right into his face.
"All right, you fucker, bring it on! Or is you all show and no go? All hat and no cattle?"
As Chance bent down to feast on Reed's thick, uncut 8 inches, Reed just blissed out at his lover's hard, gorgeous ass in front of him. He wanted to give Chance the tenderest, most sensual rim job imaginable, to celebrate taking their relationship to this new level. He stroked the round, firm globes softly, delicately, like one would stroke the side of his lover's face. He rubbed his own face against one, then the other, of Chance's beautiful ass-cheeks, kissing here and there in the heady buzz of his passion, a passion further inflamed by the soft, slurpy attention Chance was giving his stiff prick.
Then, still stroking those globes lovingly, he spread them gently apart, exposing that beautifully smooth crack, and the sweet, tight pucker that was the true prize. He gave soft little kisses and light tender licks all around the hole. Chance, mouth deliciously full of Reed's cock, gave a low, slurpy moan, sounding almost quiet and hurt. Reed knew it meant his lover was dissolving into a warm pool of lust and love.
Chance took his mouth off Reed's cock, jacking the wet prick slowly as he softly sighed, "Oh, Reed! Oh, that's so fucking lovely, dude. God, I love you!"
Reed moved in on his treasure. He kissed it softly, pressing his lips lovingly against it, sensually, as one would his lover's mouth. Chance, on sheer reflex, pressed his ass gently back, as if returning the kiss. Reed licked ever so gently, taking short little tastes of that beautiful rosebud, making little love-taps with his tongue. Then he pressed his tongue in harder and flatter against Chance's hole, getting it moister, breathing hard and hot against it, giving his lover a feel of the fire smoldering deep down in him, the flame that was unstoppably building to a conflagration of fucking.
He kept stroking those ass-cheeks round and round, moving one hand lower to caress those big, full balls jostling so temptingly in front of him, balls, Reed knew, that were boiling up a huge load of cream. He rubbed them with the hard, sure lust that was overtaking him. Then he traced his tongue up and down the sensual trail of Chance's smoothly-shaved ass-crack. Chance, meanwhile, had slowed in his cock-sucking. He was overcome with a kind of delirious, sobbing serenity.
"Oh, Reed! Oh fuck, man, you are so fucking fine. Keep doin' that to my ass and my balls, man! Don't stop! You're turnin' me to jelly! Fuck if I don't feel sorry for anybody who doesn't have this kind of sex!"
Reed smiled to himself, high on the joy he was able to give his new lover. He kept up the rhythmic ball-play, delighting in the feel of Chance's huge cum-filled nuts rolling around in his hand, and went back to kissing and tonguing Chance's hole. As his tongue grew bolder and more luscious, he parted the small, tight, puckered skin around Chance's hole - the little petals of his lovely rose - and pressed in deeper. His tongue-tip played wildly all around the entrance to Chance's love-tunnel, pulling out occasionally for more kissing and licking, and more ecstatic moans from Chance, then it dove back in, rimming round and round, as far in as he could go.
Then, he switched from his maddeningly playful ball-tickling, in order to stroke his lover's thick, hard, veiny shaft. His fingers reached down to play with the cock-tip, and Reed laughed to feel the huge glob of precum that had pooled up there, a signal his boyfriend was on the brink of true ecstasy. He caught as much of thick glaze as he could and brought his honey-dipped fingers to Chance's hole, working the sweet coating into his ass, mixing it in with the moist saliva, the residue of his tongue's passion. Then his tongue jabbed back in to lap up every drop of that sweet, savory mix.
Chance was ready to burst. He'd heard the expression 'deep in one's loins' before, but never knew what it meant until now, for that is what he felt: a hard, burning, hunger way down deep in his core, an itch so powerful only Reed's hot, hard cock could ease it.
"Shit, Reed, you've gotta fuck me now! Please, man! You're hard as steel, dude, and all spit-slick. I'm ready to explode, man, if I don't get this thick dick in me! Please dude, let me sit on this sweet cock of yours and feel you all up inside me!"
"Hell yes, dude. All I want right now is more of that sweet jock ass of yours! Bring it on, dude! I gotta big load to shoot into that sweet ass!"
Chance flipped around to face Reed and straddled his lover's hips. First, he bent over for a deep, soul kiss, stroking Reed's beautifully muscled torso as he leaned in, the undersides of their hard, stiff cocks slathering against each other. Then Chance rose up on his haunches, a look of pure, boyish pleasure on his face. He reached behind, stroked Reed's hard, wet dick longingly, and guided the stiff, moist tool into his eager ass. It slipped in easily, and then, using all the coiled strength in his quads and glutes, he began to work his body up and down on Reed's cock. The pleasure to both boys was indescribable.
"You got me saddled up, cowboy," Reed muttered dreamily, "now ride!"
Reed lay back in a cloud of lust as he watched that beautiful hard body rise up and down, twisting and writhing as it went, so Chance could pleasure his ass just right. That gorgeous body, with its sweat-sheened muscles standing out in beautiful relief, was such a turn-on for Reed. So was the sight of Chance's hard cock bobbing around as the boy rode him, and those big cum-filled balls jiggled in their smooth sac. Long, thick, and beautifully groomed, his cock was sexy as hell. Reed reached over to work that perfect stud-cock.
"Oh yeah, bro, jack me! I got so fucking much hot cream to shoot! FUCK, you feel SOOOOOO fuckin' good in my ass, man!"
As his gorgeous stud worked his ass up and down, Reed felt his own cum build. Damn, what a fucking night of pleasure this would be.
"I'm cumming, dude!" he shouted, and grabbed Chance's hips to press him hard against his spurting cock.
When he opened his eyes, after shooting several loads, he saw Chance's face was a mirror of his own ecstasy. Chance kissed him, then jacked his own dick till it covered Reed's face in a shower of sperm. Reed stuck his tongue out like a child in a snowfall, hoping some tasty little morsel landed on it.
Chance got up and fetched a couple more beers. He returned and just took in the scene. His gorgeous lover on the bed, that cool new poster on the wall. His own dick getting hard and ready for that hot boy's ass. Oh Christ was he happy in this wonderful new life. He downed about half a bottle of Beck's and tried to put his thoughts together to tell Reed.
"Dude, I don't know if this'll come out right or not. But dude, I love being gay. Love knowing I'm gay. Love that you showed me that. I love that I have this incredible boyfriend who's so beautiful, so funny, so fucking smart, and who lets me enjoy the greatest fucking sex imaginable. To us, dude." And he handed the other bottle to Reed.
Then he got an idea. He sauntered over to the bed, moved his lean, massive bulk over Reed like a panther, and dribbled a little beer over his lover's cock. Then he lapped it up. More beer, more lapping. Reed sat back sipping his own beer, laughing, getting mildly tipsy as this gorgeous hunk finished half a bottle of beer by lapping it up from his cock and balls and ass-crack. He was rock-hard again as Chance kept his tongue down there, working his hole.
"Mmmm," Reed sighed contentedly as he drained the last of his beer. "I am hungry as hell for that beautiful fucking cock of yours."
Then Chance looked up and had a kind of wistful expression on his face.
"Dang, dude. This is such a special fuckin' night. I feel like we got engaged or somethin'. Know what I mean? I sure wish I had a ring or somethin' to give you."
"OH FUCK!" Reed called, and jumped out of bed. "I almost forgot!"
He went into the other room and came back with a small bag. He reached in and pulled something out.
"I bought you another gift when I was downtown today," and he handed Chance a small, studded leather strap.
"Cool, dude, but what the fuck is it?"
"It's a cock ring, dude. You put it around the base of your dick, snap it tight, and you're gonna be harder than you've ever been before!"
"Awesome!" Chance cried, and he wasted no time putting it on. Reed reached in to help him adjust it right. He stood back and whistled.
"God, what a macho fucking muscle-stud you look like with that thing on. Shit, you are so hot!"
Chance turned to look at himself in the mirror. "Shit, man, is this ever fucking sexy!"
He kissed Reed. "Thanks, man."
"That dick up my ass when it's all nice and hard is all the thanks I want, dude. Oh, hey, you mind if I do a few hits of dope first?"
"Shit no. Help yourself. I kinda wanna look at myself in the mirror a little more."
While Chance admired his new sex toy, Reed did a quick bowl.
"You want some?" he asked, holding the smoke in.
"I don't know. I ain't never done that stuff before."
"Well, try a puff or two. See how you like it."
Reed was almost drooling as he watched his hunky stud walk over, long dangling dick and balls punctuated by his new cock ring.
"You are like some hot leather dreamboy, dude. You wear that and your vest tomorrow night and you are gonna have all the bad boys chasin' your tail."
Chance laughed and took a puff.
"Now, hold it in a bit," Reed explained. Chance took to it like a pro. After a couple more bowls, they could both feel their horniness magnified. They both giggled at how huge and hard Chance was.
"Get your ass on that bed, you fuck. I am gonna spilt you apart!"
Reed reached into the sack and pulled out one more thing.
Chance giggled uncontrollably, the pot having fully taken hold. "How much fucking shit do you have in that little sack?"
Both boys laughed, and Reed said, "I bought some clove oil lube. I figured if I'm gonna get fucked by you wearing a cock ring, I'm gonna need this shit. The clove oil really helps open you up."
"That's some fuckin' bag of tricks you got there!" More giggling while Reed unscrewed the cap on his lube.
Then, the two settled down for some serious fucking, made all the more intense by the pot, the beer, and Chance's new toy. After kissing and licking his gorgeous lover all over, feeling his own dick's incredible hardness, he began to work the clove oil into Reed's hole. The thought of the pleasure to come, magnified by the dope, brought Chance to a level of lust unknown to him before. He looked down and almost didn't recognize his dick; it was harder and thicker than ever. It screamed out for Reed's tender ass.
Reed was wiggling excitedly against Chance's fingers. He jacked his dick sensuously, both for his own pleasure and to turn on Chance. Chance was dripping hard as he worked Reed's hole and watched that beautiful dick get jacked. This was the penthouse of sex, was all he could think.
The clove oil worked. Reed was soon open and ready.
"Fuck, man. I think I'm harder than anyone's ever been in history. Here comes, you beautiful fuck."
Reed lay back in sheer delight. He felt the tip enter, and then moaned in loud delight as Chance fed him the rest of his dick for what seemed like forever. Reed gasped.
"You are so fucking big in there, man!"
"You OK?" Chance worried.
"Oh yes, man! It feels incredible! Don't pump; let me just feel it for a minute! There's never been anything so big and full in there before! Oh shit, Chance, you're incredible! You are just filling me up man! Oh, it's fucking delicious! Come on, man, ride me! Fuck me, you fucking stud! Let's see what you got!"
Chance was primed to go. The beer and pot and put him in a space of total body awareness. He felt control over every muscle. He looked down at the leather-clad base of his dick. He felt like a fucking porn star. He pulled slowly, deliciously out, vaguely aware of Reed's cries of pleasure in the background, too into his own lust-rhythm. Then, all the way in, then slowly out, in - like a locomotive building steam. Reed's ass - no one's ass - had ever felt tighter. It was like a tight gloved hand, caressing his huge cock warmly. He looked down at his beautiful lover, whose head was moving back and forth in sheer ecstatic delight. He pressed in hard all the way and rubbed his hands all over Reed's gorgeous torso, tweaking his nipples hard, letting him know who was doing the fucking. Then he raised himself up, grabbed Reed's hips, and the ride started.
He held Reed easily, positioning his body anyplace he wanted it, hitting it HERE, then THERE. Back and forth he pistoned while Reed shouted out a continual stream of sex-talk, all but inaudible to Chance in his zone of fuck mastery. Hands placed firmly on Reed's waist, his own hips were a blur as he pumped in and out, varying each thrust slightly but tellingly. He felt like he could fuck for hours; cumming was not even on the horizon.
Again and again he pumped into that beautiful tan ass, mesmerized by both his own thrusts and Reed's gorgeous dick bobbing wildly. He let Reed's hips drop slightly to his own haunches, freeing his hands so he could work on Reed's cock. Reed locked his legs around Chance's waist. As he kept pummeling Reed's ass, Chance jacked the foreskin of that pure Brazilian cock. I know you got your daddy's dick, he thought. It was so fucking beautiful, holding it, jacking it, made his own dick even harder, so he thrust his hips harder.
Reed's cries of sheer passion were now audible. Chance smiled down on him. This was the fuck of their lives. Reed had his heels dug into the small of Chance's back; he was pounding his ass athletically into Chance's thrusts, he couldn't get enough. His head rocked dreamily, lost in a whirlpool of sensuality - his lover making love to his dick with his hands while his huge stud-cock fucked him into ecstasy. Reed's hands began to massage his own pecs, as his hips kept banging back at Chance's monstrous thrusts.
Chance could see the orgasm build on Reed's face before he felt it shoot out of the boy's cock. He watched it spurt, a sight he would never get tired of. When it seemed over, he used the tip of Reed's light cocoa foreskin to coax the last little drops out. He scooped those drops up, licked them off his fingers, and went into the home stretch. His hips got wilder, moving this way and that, sideways, up and down, hitting pleasure spots neither had known about.
Reed was screaming in pleasure. Chance could only make out a few words "oh fuck . . . fucking . . . my God . . . oh Jesus . . . you fine fucking fucker!"
He could feel his own climax building. It was coming on strong and he welcomed it. He fought hard for every last thrust, but finally he was overcome. He jammed his hips against Reed's ass and fed him every drop of the enormous load he shot. Exhausted, he sank on his lover's cum-covered torso.
When he finally regained strength enough to rise, he went right for Reed's dick and kissed and sucked and licked and bit foreskin and dug into his piss-slit and stroked and rubbed his face against it and fondled the manhood of the young boy he loved so strongly. He kept up his dick-worship until his lover shot another load. That initiated about 30 more minutes of stoned, almost delirious sex.
The boys were exhausted, drunk on the olympian sex of their first night together as a couple. The heady, biting scent of young studs' cream hung heavy in the room Some was leaking out of asses; a lot was smeared on legs, torsos, and sheets; some, remnants of loads that had dribbled out of too-full mouths, made a translucent icing on the beard-stubbled face of Chance and the smooth tan skin of Reed; and some, from pearl necklaces that had been blasted onto a lover's back or chest, had been sensually rubbed into ripped abs or hard asses or lusciously muscled thighs. One time, Chance had taken the cum from a particularly full load he shot on Reed's stomach and rubbed it deliciously around Reed's beautifully smooth crotch. As Chance worked the cream all over his lover's cock and balls, Reed grew hard and shot more. Chance lapped at it in a tired fog of lust, adding to the cum-glaze on his stubbly face. Each load of seed they shot seemed to them like a wonderful balm - a sacrament of their ripe, young, masculine lust. This had moved beyond sex to some holy rite.
They finally drifted over the edge of sleep around 4 in the morning, pressed so close together - faces, mouths, torsos, cocks, legs - they were really one body.
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