The Alien Culture Project, part 8
by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: This story contains depictions of gay sex.
When Kyle left, Reed noticed the time and said excitedly, "Shit, man we gotta jet. Let's grab some breakfast and then I gotta go exercise. Then I got a hair-cutting appointment at 1. Damn, too much fun this morning."
Chance laughed, "Nah, just the right amount I'd say."
Reed put on a pair of the low-cut jeans he'd brought, a T-shirt, and a very fashionable warm-up jacket. A tempting band of flesh was exposed between the top of his jeans and the bottom of the jacket. Chance whistled.
"Fuck, man, you look like some cool, sexy, ultra-hot international soccer star or something."
Reed smiled and kissed him, hard and long. "Thanks, man. Damn, I love you, Chance."
Chance was still nude, so Reed let his hands play slowly all over. They kissed more, hands wandered more. He could feel Chance's dick getting fuller in expectation; and his felt his own semi-hardness. He broke away.
"Enough! Get you're ass dressed and let's grab a quick bite."
Reed leaned against a wall as he watched Chance get some clothes to wear. Love and lust swirled through his brain in equal measures. His own cock stayed deliciously hard as he drank in the sight of his lover moving through his dorm room, long dick swinging and carved muscles rippling as he gathered all he needed. Reed couldn't figure out when Chance's dick looked more beautiful - like now, when it had this long, dangly, ripe fullness, or when it was fully hard and thick, jutting out, tip dripping, seeming to embody all the power and magnificence of this prime specimen of boyhood, this big, gorgeous stud he felt so lucky to call 'lover'. I guess I just can't decide, he thought, I'll have to take hard and soft.
Chance threw on a pair of jeans, a tight T, and put his socks and work boots on. He grabbed his Carhartt jacket, and they were out the door.
Over breakfast, Chance went through his day: cardio, weights, then maybe another run, he wasn't sure. Plus, he had some homework he had to get done.
"I might be kinda late. Should we maybe just meet at the club?"
"Whatever. It's easy to find. Right downtown. Corner of Ninth and Main. You've probably passed by it a lot. Very plain-looking, low-key front, just a black sign with "Sparta" in white letters. Let's say I either meet you at my dorm at 7 or in front of the club at 8. How's that?"
"Great. That should give me enough time, cause I don't know how long this paper for English class is gonna take."
"And if we don't go together, I'll bring the camera for you - cause don't forget, you gotta take pictures for your part of the report."
"Cool," Chance said, then he laughed and shook his head in wonderment. "Damn, man, the project. It's incredible to think that just a few days ago, this WAS 'alien culture' to me. Now it feels so wonderful and comfortable. Like home. Thanks, man."
Reed, who had just got up to leave, bent back down and kissed his boyfriend, also marveling at the incredible changes of the past couple days. No further words between them were needed. The two just embraced languorously, drawing a few stares, some sweet, some surprised, from some of the other diners, as well as some sighs from a couple of nice-looking, wistfully envious boys. "OK, I'm outta here."
Chance finished his poached eggs, asked for a tea refill, and sat back pleased as hell. Damn, he loved his life. What a fucking treasure he's found in Reed. What a wonderfully restorative healing he's worked in my life. He sat back, sipping his tea, and glanced around. His dick felt so full, so satisfied, so ripe. His muscles felt so finely-tuned, and his mind had a keen, excited edge. He returned the frank stares of a couple of guys with a shy sort of smile that said, "Usually, I'd love to. But right now I just don't have time." Fuck, he thought, the only flirting I ever did before was clumsy, goofy attempts with women. Flirtin' with dudes feels way natural; I just have to express my desire. He was so amped on his boy-lust; it felt like he was plugged into some power source now, giving him energy and joy. He paid the tab and strode out of the place like a lusty young ramrod, long dick swaying confidently inside his loose-fitting dungarees as he walked. What a heart-breaker, was the thought in many of those other diners' mind.
On the street, Chance looked around. Just to soak up the day, as well as (admit it, horn dog, he thought to himself) scope out any cute guys, but then something caught his eye. It was Tran's, the Vietnamese tailor shop across from the restaurant. An idea started forming in Chance's fashion-naive mind: it came slowly, like a blurry, quasi-recognizable image gradually coming into sharp focus. It seemed to involve his mom and all the seamstress work she did, with all those pins sticking out of her mouth as she did her measuring and altering and cutting and sewing. When the image finally crystallized, Chance walked quickly back to his dorm room, raced up the stairs, opened the door, packed his gym stuff, textbooks, and notebooks, and then threw in the gay-porn promo T Reed had given him. He opened his dresser and went through each pair of his dungarees. He took a pair he sort of liked, but which he didn't think fit him quite right, and threw that in the bag, too. Then he slipped on his back-pack, grabbed his gym bag, and walked quickly back to the tailor's.
Tran's was a neat, quiet place, sewing machines and tables and big cone-shaped spools of thread were everywhere. There were pots of plants overgrowing the front, sun-filled window. An old Asian man was busy cutting stuff at the back of the shop, and a beautiful young Asian woman was running some material through one of the sewing machines at the front of the store. She stopped her work and came to the counter when she noticed Chance waiting there. She was small, demure, and gorgeous. Her every movement evoked a kind of shy reserve.
"How I help?" she asked Chance with a slight smile.
He pulled his jeans and the COLT T-shirt out of his gym bag.
"I'm not really sure how to ask this, but is there anything you can do to make these clothes look, well, a little more sexy on me? Maybe fit me a little tighter or something?"
"You want altered. Sure, Let see," and she held out her arms to talk the clothes. As she spread them on the counter, Chance continued to gloss his request, "You see, I'm goin' to a dance club tonight and I'd like to look as sexy as possible."
The young girl smiled, tittered a laugh, looked down, and sort of hummed "Club, yes, look sexy," as she finished spreading them flat. Then she looked up sweetly, stared Chance up and down a few times, as if she were mentally trying out different alterations on him, and asked, "First, uh, you tell me, yes, STRAIGHT sexy or GAY sexy? Make difference, yes?"
Chance laughed good-humoredly, "Yeah, you're right, makes a big difference, I guess. I hadn't thoughta that. It's gay sexy, for sure. I really want to look as hot as possible for my boyfriend.
She cooed another series of light, lilting laughs, smiled at him, and then rattled off a stream of loud, sharp Vietnamese to the old man at the back of the store. He dropped his work and ambled over. As she explained to him what Chance wanted, Chance realized he had absolutely no shame or embarrassment at declaring his sexual preference. In fact, he laughed to himself, he was horny as hell for Reed right this minute.
The old man barked something back, grinning. He barked another couple words and gave a little rub to the inches of his hard abs exposed by the short, tight T he was wearing, smiling up at the boy. She smiled gently and explained, "My father think you sexy enough. He think," and she delicately touched the tip of one finger to Chance's hard abs, "especially you sexy here."
Chance laughed, "Tell your dad thanks, I think my body's kinda sexy, too. So does my boyfriend. But I don't think these clothes here really show it too well. So can you fix it so they sorta bring out the sexiness more?"
She trilled another short, quiet laugh and ran off a quick stream of Vietnamese, while she played her fingers across Chance's body, using it to illustrate possible ideas to her father on the alterations they might make. The father nodded at each gesture, then gave a sort of dismissive, 'oh sure' look and barked a few more lines, then said something in a kind of questioning tone to his daughter.
"He say, of course we can make clothes that way. But he need me to tell him exactly what sexy boy would look like." She looked at Chance. "No problem, I can do. Your boyfriend be happy, I think, yes?" And she trilled another quiet laugh, looking down.
They had Chance put the clothes on in the dressing room. Then, when he came back out, they started a steady stream of Vietnamese, with the girl's small, darting fingers dancing around his body like two small birds. She would pull, tuck, fold, all to the foreign language soundtrack. The old man would make quick, slashing marks with a shard of soap, and then stick pins in everywhere. Only once did the girl speak English to Chance.
"This shirt. I think neck, arms. You no want, yes. More sexy without." She traced a line with one hand across Chance's collar bone; her little finger brushed his nipples and she giggled quietly. "Like that, yes?" she looked at him.
Chance tried to picture it; it sorta seemed like it would make him look more like a stud. He thought a lower cut on the T would make the "COLT" stand out more, too. "Yeah, that'd be good, I guess."
She quickly told her father, who then traced a rough hand down the side of Chance's ribs, barking a question to his daughter.
"He say also, shirt too loose, not sexy. He want take seam in, yes? See your big muscle better, no?" And she trilled another laugh, looking down shyly.
"Yeah, that sounds like just what I want," he smiled at the beautiful young girl. "It seems like you know pretty well the look I'm after."
"Yes," she said shyly, "sexy. Sexy boy. Dance club, I know. You right, friends and I go dance gay clubs, I know."
She gave the last instructions to her father, then more swift darts with the soap and pins stuck in.
"Take off clothes gently now, yes? Pins."
He changed carefully, then came back with the clothes in his hand.
"Okay. Hey, how much will this cost?"
"Twenty-five dollar," she said quickly. "When you need?"
"Oh, dang, I was hopin' for tonight. Is that at all possible?"
She quickly asked her father, who looked up, rubbed his cheek, and barked something.
"That special, you know. Uh," and she pointed to a piece of cardboard that had been taped to the counter which read "Rush Orders X-tra $$$."
"How much extra?" Chance asked.
"Twenty."
"So forty-five," he said. Then he did some quick math in his head, thinking: hell, I better win this bet tonight, cause I sure can't drop forty-five here, then pay for all those drinks. But he thought of this sweet girl when she said, "Friends and I go dance gay clubs."
"OK, great. When can I pick them up?"
Another quick consultation with the father, who was laying the clothes out on a work table, and she said "Round six."
"Great," said Chance, "perfect. I'll see ya then."
And as he turned to go, the young girl stared at him and said, "Uh, you know. Problem, I think. You good-looking boy, yes, and clothes will fit sexy, but . . ." and by now she had walked around the counter and began tousling Chance's hair, "hair not sexy. You get haircut, yes? Boyfriend really love it."
Chance stared at himself in the full-length mirror against the wall. She was right, he realized. Here he was tryin' to win the bet with this sneaky tailoring idea to make him look like the hot gay stud of all time, and it'll be sabotaged by his dorky, farm-raised, small-town, college-jock hair.
"Yeah, you're right," he said staring at the awful truth. Then he turned to her and smiled, "You DO know this whole gay club sexy thing, don't you?"
She smiled and laughed and said, "You should go my brother salon. Right round corner. He great haircutter for sexy style. He know gay style, too."
Chance did more mental budgeting. He bet haircuts around campus were more than the six bucks he paid at Thompson's Barber Shop back home.
"How much does your brother charge, do you know?"
She looked down and seemed like, instead of trying to remember the price of haircuts, she was thinking of a cute joke. Then she looked up and said, "You ask him. He make deal, I know. Name Tou. Tou Tran. Right round corner. Easy."
He reached out his hand to shake the girl's. She laughed, very flustered now, and darted her hand out shyly. As he shook it, Chance said, "Thanks, miss, for everything. You've been incredible. See you at 6."
"Tou Tran! Tell him Mai sent you!" she called after him, as loud as her small, quiet voice could go.
A quick dash around the corner brought Chance to a place called L'Aventurra Salon. Chance's stomach sunk as he saw how hip the place was. That meant expensive. Tou will make a deal, huh? The only deal he might make is not laughing Chance's sorry ass out of the store when he asks if he can keep it under ten bucks. He pulled open the tall, thick, gleaming glass doors and loped to the counter, feeling not a little out of place. They'll probably think I'm delivering a package, he smiled wryly.
"Hi. How are you today?" asked the very cool-looking guy behind the counter. Chance's newly-budding gaydar started blipping. The young man's mannerisms and look and voice all made Chance sure he was gay. It made Chance feel much more comfortable and at ease in this otherwise new environment.
"Uh, great. Listen, is Tou here?"
"Tou? Sure. Have a seat, I'll get him."
As Chance walked over to a beautiful leather sofa, the receptionist trailed along and, before Chance could be seated, asked, "Would you like some coffee or tea or bottled water while you wait?"
"Uh, tea would be great, yeah. Thanks, you're really nice." Chance smiled at the boy warmly, and then blushed inside when he realized he was flirting with him. He liked the feeling, though, and the receptionist seemed to be flirting right back. He smiled and put his hand gently on Chance's shoulder. "Here, I'll hang up your coat," he purred. After Chance took it off, the receptionist stared at his incredible torso, drilling his eyes on the swath of cut abs his T exposed and, Chance noticed, darting a glance down to his crotch, where Chance's thick cock was only too easily outlined through his thin, worn dungarees. He saw the receptionist's eyes widen a bit and his tongue ever so lightly lick his lip.
"I'll be right back with your tea," he said, a little flustered by Chance's raw sexuality.
"Thanks," Chance said, raising his shirt up a little more to 'innocently' scratch his abs.
After Chance had finished half his tea, an incredibly gorgeous young Asian guy walked over to him. He had thick, longish black hair, parted in the center and coming almost to his shoulder. His face, only about half-visible because of the hair, was drop-dead handsome: thin eyes with coal-black pupils, beautiful cheekbones, and thick, kissable lips. His skin was a rich, beautiful olive-gold. He was much taller than his sister (if this was Tou) and had an obviously great build that showed through his tight T and tight jeans. Very small waist and perfectly bulked up torso. Incredibly good biceps, too, Chance thought.
"Hi. I'm Tou. You want cut?"
"Oh, hi. Mine name's Chance. Uh, your sister Mai sent me over." Chance laughed a little sheepishly. "Uh, she said I really needed a haircut."
Tou looked at his customer with renewed interest. Mai knows this is just the kind of guy I like, he thought. Total hunk stud. Tou laughed to himself ironically, though, as he figured this was just another in the endless parade of straight college kids that made up so much of the clientele here, being so close to campus.
"OK, great. This way, please."
He turned toward the row of stylist chairs, but Chance said loudly, "Uh, Tou, I - well, Mai didn't tell me the price. I don't have much money and I - "
Tou cut him off, "Forty-five for basic cut. You want coloring or anything, it's more."
Chance's heart sunk. He didn't have that kind of money at all, not since he'd just committed such a huge chunk to the tailor. Damn, been' gay don't come cheap, he thought.
"I don't exactly have quite that much, Tou. I guess I figured when I walked in here and saw how fancy this place was it'd be more than the ten bucks tops I was hopin' for. Uh, Mai said you might make a deal, and if so, I sure would be happy cause . . . well, here's the thing: I got a date with my boyfriend tonight at some hip gay dance club downtown, and it's sort of a country mouse/city mouse thing, I guess . . ."
Chance could hear how ramblingly silly this was all sounding, but he plowed ahead anyways, ". . . cause my boyfriend's a part-time model. He's gorgeous, dresses real well, not like me, obviously," he laughed and sort of gestured down his front to rub in the fact of the grungy clothes he was in, hoping it would emphasize his empty wallet.
"And you see we got this bet, and I can't really tell you the bet cause it's kinda embarrassing, well, at least it will be for the guy who loses and has to get naked and well, anyway, your sister and your dad are gonna make some old clothes of mine look kinda hot, I hope. And Mai thought the clothes would sorta get canceled out by my dorky country-boy hair. See, I'm tryin' for the gay stud look tonight so. . . "
Tou, as he listened to this sweet gorgeous hunk babble nervously, wanted to get down on his knees and thank Mai for gift-wrapping such a present. He's gay, how awesome. And broke. And desperate. He had no more cuts scheduled till 2, which left him lots of time to give this hunk the gay stud cut of his dream and then take his payment out in one of the personal salon rooms.
"OK, OK," Tou smiled sexily, "I get it. Good story. I think I can help. Let's do quick consultation, huh, before? See what exactly you want. This way, uh . . what your name again?"
Chance repeated his name as Tou led him to his work station.
"Have a seat," he said to the big jock dream-hunk.
"So you want hot sexy stud look, right?"
"Exactly," Chance said. "I feel like I look just like another college jock. I'd like to look a little hipper for the club scene tonight with my boyfriend. See, we got this bet and -"
"Which club?" Tou asked as he started playing with Chance's hair, looking at Chance's face in the mirror. Chance stared back at him. The feeling of this gorgeous Asian thug-angel's fingers playing across his scalp was like electricity. He could feel himself getting hard. Damn, no wonder gay guys go to these kinds of places. There's a kind of cool sexual energy permeating the whole scene, from the receptionist on down.
"Which club?" Tou repeated, smiling at the dreamy expression on Chance's face. He liked that the young stud was starting to melt in his hands; bet he's getting hard already, he thought. I wonder if he's as big as I think he is.
"Oh, sorry," Chance said, a little embarrassed. "Your fingers feel so damn nice up there. Uh, Spartan, I think it's called."
"'Sparta'?" Tou smiled, an electric smile that pierced Chance. "I DJ there!"
"Wow," Chance said, impressed. "You cut hair AND you DJ?"
"I cut hair SO I can DJ. Pays bills, you know? I only DJ a couple nights a week. Pay OK, not great. This job pays bills. OK, then, now I know exactly how cut hair. Short, very short. Total macho. Look great with your face." His long, delicate, golden fingers were now tracing the sides of Chance's face with a frank sexiness. "You have great cheekbones. Nice hollow cheeks." He rubbed around in the sexy hollows of Chance's cheeks and then even traced one finger across his full bottom lip. "All this look much hotter with hair shaved." He went back to the top of Chance's head, feeling and thinking. "Plus, you have beautiful shaped head, I think. Really perfect. You'll look hot, I know."
Chance was delighted. Tou and his sister sure knew the look he wanted. No wonder, given they were both so sexy themselves. Then the flaw in the plan became apparent, and Chance fell out of his reverie with a thud.
"But, can you do this for, like, ten bucks? And like I say, I'd be happy to exchange work, like cleaning up in here or -"
The long, sexy fingers that had been stroking Chance's hair now moved down his cheeks again and over his shoulders. There was a look of sly, sneering lechery on Tou's face. The fingers played across Chance's brawny delts, and then traced down to his chest, each finger circling one of Chance's nipple's boldly.
"Tell you what. I gay too. You very very hot. What say I make you look great, then, for 'payment,' we go play around upstairs? Interesting deal? Work for you?"
Chance's face beamed an incredible grin back in the mirror.
"Fuck, man, are you kidding? You're so fucking hot, Tou, I got a raging hard-on here from just watching your fine-ass self in the mirror and feelin' those incredible fingers of yours. Fuck, yeah, man, whatever you want me to do, you got it. My fucking pleasure, believe me."
"Mine, too, Chance. OK, let's go," he said briskly, as he got his clippers and got down to work.
It was a wonderful haircut. The whole experience was like foreplay. The hum and tingle of the shaver, expertly wielded by Tou, was like a massage, dissolving Chance further into dreamy lust as it played over his head. Tou kept checking in the mirror, rubbing his hands over and over. As he studied the cut he was giving his fantasy-fuck jock, Tou let his fingers play repeatedly across the boy's cheek and shoulders or caress his ears. Often times he made sure he cocked his thin hips so he could press his hard cock into Chance's arm. Chance would allow his hand to rub across that cock whenever he could, causing Tou to crinkle those thin, sexy eyes up and pull his into a huge grin. Chance was delighted at the sexier self that stared back at him in the mirror. Mai was right, he needed this. He didn't look older - in fact, he looked sort of ageless now. It was like he looked rawer, sexier. Damn, I'd like to fuck ya, Chance laughed as he saw his new look emerge. It was like if Brad Pitt had an equally sexy-looking young cousin or something.
"OK, that's it. What ya think, stud?"
"Incredible, Tou! I look like the fucking macho stud of all time. My boyfriend's gonna love it, I think, after he gets over bein' pissed cause ain't no way I'm losin' this bet tonight!"
Tou's fingers played up and down Chance's cheeks. "Keep this stubble all the time. I show you how to use razor to do it. Fuck, you look so hot with short hair on head and this sexy stubble. You gonna get hit on all night tonight. Come on, man. Let's fucking fuck now. I'm hard as hell!"
In one of the salon's well-appointed private rooms upstairs, they both took their clothes off quickly. Chance thought Tou was amazing. That thuggish Asian gang member hardness, but suffused with such a sweet sexiness. And his body was non-stop incredible; it was lithe and utterly sensual. Smooth and golden and beautifully developed. He moved like a leopard or a panther, lean muscles rippling slowly as he moved, with that combination of grace and power. Long, full biceps, flat pecs, each dotted with a little dusky-rose nipple, and a very pronounced six-pack in that tapered waist. Gorgeous, beautifully articulated muscles, but where Chance was big and hard, Tou was lean and luscious. Soft and inviting. Except for his dick, of course: hard, dusky pink, it curved slightly upward and leaked precum at the moment. Delicious. Chance got hard just gazing at him.
Tou came over, and Chance immediately scooped all the juice he could off Tou's dick. Tou was delighted Chance was so into this. He ran light, delicate fingers (like his sister, Chance thought) up and down Chance's firm, sexy bulk, kissed him with those full, soft lips, and then looked him in the eye with a gaze full of bubbling passion. He looked down and lightly stroked Chance's imposing hardness with a kind of reverence. Then, not wanting to get the muscular boy too excited too quickly, he gently guided him onto his back on the cushioned, sheet-covered table in the room.
When Chance had stretched his bulk out, Tou's lean, powerful body climbed up in a fluid, cat-like move. Both boys' dicks were hard, ripe, wet. Tou straddled Chance's feet, bent over, and licked his way up those hard, muscular thighs, stopping to tease with his tongue around Chance's massive, twitching pole. His hands sensually kneaded Chance's hard slab of an 8-pack, and then he brought his tongue up to wander the well-defined grooves of those ab-muscles, while rubbing Chance's tits. Tou was so fired up; he loved hard-body, Anglo jocks, and Chance was the finest he'd ever had. His talented tongue kept dallying in the hard, rippling curves of Chance's torso like it was blissfully roaming over a heady, lush landscape. As he licked, he made sure his own hard dick rubbed up against Chance's massive rod, and that both boys' ballsacs were nuzzling steamily together. Tou could feel his own cum churning and building. Damn, they were both going to shoot gloriously.
Then Tou got serious. First, a hot, hungry kiss on Chance's lips. Then, after lips and tongues and hot breath and moans all seemed to express the same message, he flipped over, backed his smooth, golden ass in Chance's face, and got to work on that incredible cock. First, he just took it delicately in his hands, handling it reverently, like a venerated treasure. He played with Chance's easily-gliding foreskin, rubbing it slowly and purposefully up and down the boy's thick stiff prick, as if it were the sheath covering a valuable sacred sword.
The repeated motion on Chance's mouth-watering hunk of boy-meat was hypnotic on Tou, fanning his lust-fire higher. He would let this cock do anything to him; he, himself, wanted to do everything to it. He rubbed his face across it, kissing and licking and moaning out a kind of low hum of thanksgiving to it. It was so big, so beautiful, a real man's cock on this perfect young muscle-boy. He grasped it by the base and brought his tongue in to dance around the tip, while he went back to playing with the foreskin and gently fingering the big nutsac beneath. But the glory of this thick hunk of meat was too much for him and he had to taste it deeply, fully, lustily. And so his hot young mouth drank it all in.
Chance, meanwhile, was in a kind of heaven, one where every nerve in his body seemed alive and tingling. Tou was pure sex, he thought, like those high-priced hookers the men back home talked about, the ones who 'knew more tricks than a monkey on a stick when it came to pleasurin' a man,' they used to say. This lovely Asian roughneck, with his shiny, long, black hair dancing as his head bobbed, swinging across his face. And those full, thick lips of his: Chance could just picture them as he felt them slide up and down his cock. Fuck, could this guy suck cock. He had a different rhythm than any of the other guy's who'd pleasured him orally so far. Tou was slow, patient, sure, deliberate, devastating.
The ass Tou presented to him was soft and ripe. Chance watched the crack move and shift, watched the two beautifully smooth globes ripple and jostle. He grabbed a hand on each side of Tou's ass and guided it to his face, burying himself in it eagerly. He tongued and lapped at the hole. Tou's groans of pleasure could be heard through the sound of his hot mouth slurping busily on Chance's long, wet dick.
The Asian boy pressed his ass back hungrily, excitedly against Chance's mouth. Chance took the invitation and brought his thumbs in to work Tou's tight little hole open. The two didn't know it, but the same sharp, thrilling tingle went through both boys at the same time: it was the thought of Chance's thick hard cock reaming Tou's smooth, lean ass; that huge piece of jock meat filling that tight hole, bringing both boys indescribable pleasure.
Chance loved rimming Tou's lean, scrumptious ass. It was smooth and sexy like Reed's; also like Reed's, the deeper, richer color made it seem tastier, meatier. Chance attacked it with abandon, sending Tou off into giddier and giddier realms of abandon. At one point the boy had to just stop sucking Chance and luxuriate in the best rim job he'd had in months, this wondrous prelude to what would certainly be a glorious fucking from this incredible cock he'd been nursing. He lifted his head off Chance's cock and gave a soft, lusty chuckle, half in ecstasy, half in disbelief, wiggling his ass around in a kind of duel with Chance's tongue and thumbs. As he lifted his head, a long gooey rope of spittle mixed with precum pulled away with him. Fuck, Tou thought, this is what boy-sex is all about: liquid, luscious, creamy, juicy, and hot as fuck. He watched the glistening rope of love-juice snap off and stretch across Chance's hard, rippling eight-pack, an image that seemed to turn up the temperature on their already steamy scene of young male passion. Tou could feel an enormous load of boy-juice frothing in his nuts.
He got back down on that incredible cock, lying there flat against Chance's well-worked lower abs. He licked the partially covered tip, then traced his tongue delicately down the long, thick underside until he got to Chance's big, floppy ballsac. He washed each one over and over with his tongue. Finally, he could stand it no more, he had to have that delicious dick back in his mouth. As he bobbed up and down on it, his finger danced around in Chance's ass-crack, working its way into the young stud's tight hole.
More lapping and slurping and licking and fingering at each end, until Chance cried out, "Oh fuck, man! I gotta have this ass, Tou! Please, man, my cock is just achin' to bury itself in this hot fucking ass of yours!"
Tou smiled, flipped back around, kissed Chance deeply, savoring the trace of his own ass's musky tang on Chance's tongue. Then he rose up and straddled this dream-hunk's hips. Chance looked up at Tou and couldn't believe he was going to watch this gorgeous, beautifully muscled Asian gangsta writhe on him as they fucked.
"Dude," Chance cried, as his hand reached to stroke Tou's hard, dusky dick, "you are so fucking fine-looking. Just beautiful, man. So fucking beautiful."
"You, too, man. Such a fucking hot stud! Come on, man, let's fuck! My ass is burnin' for you, man."
Tou reached behind him and worked the wet, thick cock-head into his maddeningly itchy hole. When he got about an inch in, he stretched his lean, lithe body up, stretching his hands high in the air, and then used his hips and ass muscles to ease Chance sensuously into him. Chance was ecstatic - watching Tou's sexy body swaying over him, wriggling down on him, as it gobbled up his dick, was like watching some sexy Balinese dancer doing some forbidden, exotic dance. Tou's abs rippled alluringly. And the feeling on his cock was indescribable. It was like Tou had control over every muscle in his ass and hips and could work each one at will. Chance's cock was feeling sensations it never had before. He seemed to get even harder and bigger, just by watching his sexy dancer's rippling olive-gold body dance down onto his dick.
Finally, he was into the gorgeous youth's ass to the hilt. Tou moaned in loud ecstasy. He leaned back, braced his arms on the table, and just wriggled his cock-stuffed ass around. He couldn't get enough of Chance's dick; he tried to press down further on it, a greedy child, stuffing every last crumb in. The sensation of Tou wriggling down on Chance's stiff young prick was bliss for them both. After a few minutes, Tou raised back up, grabbed Chance's pecs, kneaded them sensually, and played with the nipples in a kind of exquisite torture, as he pumped his ass up and down on the huge jock cock.
Chance was near-screaming in utter pleasure. But remembering where he was, he looked for a different outlet for his pleasure. As he watched Tou's cock bob wildly, he reached out both hands to grab it. He grabbed the cock-tip in one fist and let his thumb roughly explore Tou's glistening piss-slit. The other hand he used to tickle the Asian fuck-machine's tight young ballsac.
The two boys were the hottest fucking sex act in town. They kept this up until Tou could stand it no more.
"Oh you hot hot fuck! I'm cummin', man!"
Chance kept his fist over the cock-head to catch whatever he could. Then he felt his own orgasm rush over him, as Tou's tight ass kept clenching and unclenching on his cock in orgasm after orgasm.
"OH FUCK!" Chance cried, and pressed his hips up into that miraculous ass, filling it with a thick load.
When their passion subsided, Tou got reluctantly off the gorgeous hunk and kissed every inch of Chance's cock and balls in gratitude, delighting in the heady taste of cum mixed with his own ass-juices. As he worked on Chance's cock, the muscular youth reached behind and scooped a huge gob of cum out of Tou's ass with his fingers, which he fed to the hungry boy. Tou reached in, cleaned out a little more, and returned the favor for Chance.
There was a shower right off the private room, where both boys washed and stroked each other to another orgasm. As they dried off, Tou looked at Chance with a sly leer. "Come here, stud," he called.
Chance romped over like a big puppy, his thick length bobbing and dangling.
"Yeah, Tou?"
Tou rubbed his fingers through Chance's groomed bush.
"You almost did a good job here, but not quite."
He chose a shaver from the work table, plugged it in, and ran it over and over Chance's pubes. When he finished it looked like his bush was lightly painted on. It matched the stubble on his head and face perfectly.
"You know, you look fuckin' hot, but that's tough look to maintain, I'm afraid. Hair grow out quickly."
"Dang, I hadn't thought of that." He felt a little sad, his great new look now threatening to disappear on him; he felt like Cinderella with the clock ticking away. "What do you think I should do, Tou?"
Tou smiled. "I think you should see your stylist like two time a month. Every other week. For haircut, personal grooming, the works."
Chance was aglow at the thought of it. "Same deal?" he asked.
"Same deal. Come on, let me write in next couple sessions in my book."
After the next four appointments were made, causing all sorts of hot daydreams in both boys' heads, the two kissed by the door. Tou grabbed Chance's ass on the way out, saying "See you tonight, stud!"
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