The Gay-Straight Alliance By Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex
"Man, Allison, I gotta say I really really, really, REALLY do NOT wanna do this."
"C'mon, Matt. You promised. Janie and I want to be there for Sarah. She's like a sister to us, and this is soooooo important for her. To come out like this. We totally want to support her. And you guys are our boyfriends, so you wann be there for us, don't you? And you're like these total studly icons at this school, and you're both straight. It would be sooooo cool to have you show up. Think of how awesome the gay guys would feel to have a couple of totally het jock football gods come to their meeting today. That would just be soooo cool!"
"But, damn, Allison, it's like . . . embarrassing. No offense, but I bet the gay dudes who show up are probably gonna be like the totally skinny, totally faggy guys like Harrison Stevens and his friends, who are, like, just a total joke. Man, I just do NOT wanna talk to those dudes. And Luke and I will be the ONLY straight dudes there, you realize that, right? Cause they might call it 'Gay-Straight Alliance,' but no straight guys ever REALLY show up, do they?"
"That's just so lame, Matt!" said Janie, Allison's best friend on the cheerleading squad, giving Matt her most appalled stare. Their boyfriends had already agreed they'd go to the GSA meeting after school today, and it totally sucked for Matt to try and weasel out of it now during lunch, which would give Luke an out, too. She focused a smoldering eye on her boyfriend.
"Luke, will you talk to your stupid friend and remind him we had a plan?"
Luke smiled wistfully at his girlfriend, one of the hottest girls in the school, and turned to his best buddy, the very beefy, very built stud of a lineman who'd protected his ass from so many sacks this season that he'd lost count. So he stood up, grabbed his and Janie's tray, motioned with his head for Matt to do the same, and said, with a sigh, "C'mon, dude, hear me out on this."
"Look, dude, we DID promise," he began, as they walked over to the area where trash was emptied and trays were stacked. "And who knows, it might actually be interesting. I'm kind of curious to see the kind of stuff they talk about at these meetings - not to mention see who some of the gay dudes are in school. Wonder if any guys from the team'll be there."
"OH RIGHT!" Matt groaned, realizing he and Luke would be the only guys from the team there and that, despite whatever they tried to say, rumors about them would start up like crazy around the school - that was his real reason for cold feet now, truth be told.
"Plus, it's like a totally politically cool thing to do," Luke added. "I mean, you ain't homophobic, are you, bro?"
"Oh hell, Luke, you know I'm not. Fuck, you and me have the most liberal-damn parents in the world. I did a goddamn book report on 'Heather Has Two Mommies' in 4th grade. It's just . . . . Oh, I don't know."
Luke turned to his friend and, with a sly, conspiratorial grin, said coolly, "Besides, dawg - think of the pussy our ladies will owe us for doing them a solid like this! Huh? Huh? KnowwhatI'msayin'?"
"Fuck, Luke, I already get all the pussy I want. Truth be told, it's getting' sorta boring with Allison."
Luke wished he could say the same. His girlfriend really got him horny - blonde, petite, with these awesome pert breasts that made her almost seem like a boy, which Luke found sooooo damn sexy, as he thought big tits were a total turn-off. And she even waxed her pussy, so it was always smooth, which was fine with him cause he loved eating pussy - he could lick pussy all night. And that's about the only thing Janie was ever up for. But it was weird because she was such a damn tease: she'd always wear the sexiest little nothing outfits when they were together - a short, see-through teddy or her low-riding daisy dukes and a boy's wife-beater or just a thong and nothing else. And she'd want to get Luke naked all the time and ooh and aah over his muscles; they'd cuddle and kiss and then he'd go down on her. He'd even tongue her ass, which she pretended not to like but he knew he did, given how she'd clamp her lithe, tan legs around his head whenever he'd get into it. Luke loved eating her ass even more than her pussy; he'd poke and tease and rim until she cooed and panted like crazy, fingering herself while he did it, or he'd finger her, until the juices just came pouring out of her. But getting her to return the favor was always such a major production - sweet-talking, seduction, alcohol, whining, begging - and even then she rarely did more than jerk him off. Even that was unsatisfying because she handled his cock like it had cooties or something. They'd had intercourse maybe twice in the year they'd been dating, and that was before they'd decided to go steady, there'd been no fucking since they'd officially become a 'couple'. "You're too big, and your cock is just gross, Luke, with all that skin. Why won't you get that skin taken off like other boys?" "Fuck, Janie," he'd moan, so hard it hurt, "I got you all slick and wet, it won't hurt now!" But no dice. Once he tried teasing her cute little butt-hole with his hard, drippy cockhead after he'd rimmed her for about twenty minutes, but she freaked. And ask her to eat HIS ass out? No fucking way! She wouldn't even finger his ass, which always got him so fucking hard when he'd do it to himself. But he knew he'd lose even Janie's half-assed hand-jobs if he couldn't get Matt to go to this stupid GSA meeting after school today. So he played his last remaining trump card.
"Besides, dawg, we'll do a couple bowls in the parking lot before the meeting. Get high as fuck, then check out the gay dudes. Shit, man, it'll be a kick."
He knew his friend's huge appetite for pot, and now that the season was over, they were both free to indulge in it all they wanted. Luke was a pretty regular pot-head himself, and besides, he'd planned to life weights in the gym for about a half-hour after the GSA thing anyway, and he always dug lifting after a couple bowls of some really kick-ass weed. It got him way more into his body, so he could really feel the pumps. Plus, he knew from experience the gym always emptied out after four, so he'd be free to do his entire routine: after lifting and stretching, he'd do another bowl in the locker room and pump and flex and stroke in front of the mirror, getting hard as fuck at his very hot reflection. He'd jack his stiff teen prick, play with his balls, then finger his hole like crazy till he shot a hugely satisfying load. It was about the best regular sex he was getting these days (outside of jacking to internet porn in his bedroom). Just thinking about his upcoming session in the gym later got his thick cock throbbing.
"Fuck," Matt smiled, thinking about the killer weed Luke always seemed to have, "you sure know the right button to push, don't you?"
By that time the boys had returned to the table where their girlfriends sat waiting to hear the outcome.
"All right, all right, you guys win. I'll go," Matt surrendered, realizing it probably would be a hoot for two straight studs like Luke and he to show up, stoned, to the gay students' meeting. "But it's just this one time, right?"
"I don't know, actually" Allison said, matter-of-factly. Christ, she could be a bitch sometimes, Matt thought. "If Sarah likes us being there, we might start going regularly. It's a cool thing to put on your CV for college."
"I got enough shit on my CV. 'Sides, Luke & I'll get scholarships. We don't need to pad our college app's."
"Whatever," Alison said coldly, as she and Janie rose with their trays. Lunch was over and the students were milling out. "Remember, 3:00 o'clock sharp. The GSA has its own office on the third floor, up by the biology lab. We'll wait for you boys outside the door."
Luke had three more classes before the end of the day - calc, French, and English. His mind was miles away in each of them. He kept thinking about the GSA meeting. It was going to be so damn interesting to be around guys who dug other guys. Luke'd thought about that a lot. He was so into athleticism, into his own body. He was a student athlete, sure, but he was one of the best in the school, and he'd gotten that way from an obsessive attention to diet and training and exercise. He really liked how fucking built he was. Plus, he was someone who wanted to stay with the sport, through college and beyond. He could lie and say it was because he loved football, which he did, but he also knew his part of his strong devotion to sports and athleticism, a large part actually, was an interest in other guys' bodies. Musculature was a just huge turn-on for him. He loved watching his own body grow and develop - he was almost always nude in his bedroom, posing and flexing in the mirror, critically studying every muscle. And other guys, too: he'd been scoping out the other dudes in the locker rooms ever since junior high. And he read fitness mags religiously. Plus, there was his other outlet to satisfy his passion for the male torso: he'd discovered gay porn sites a couple years ago, searching for muscle blogs, and they'd become what he thought of as a very healthy addiction to a young dude like him, interested in the male physique. It was awesome to pore over image after image, film after film, of not just upper and lower body development, but cock and ass and balls. Those sites had let Luke become a true connoisseur of male muscle. He knew if his football career didn't pan out, he'd become a sports trainer. Muscle was his life.
He admitted, sometimes it seemed gay as fuck to him to always be looking at what was, let's face it, hard-core gay porn. And it was not something he'd dare confess to any of his friends, even those he'd gotten a kind of gay vibe off of. But hell, he kept reasoning with himself, when the guilt and shame would prickle, it didn't mean anything. There was nothing whatsoever wrong with a boy like him, into muscle development, appreciating how fine other dudes looked. So what if he liked scoping dudes out on the sites he'd bookmarked (about ten of them, in a folder called 'Health & Fitness,' in case his folks or his little brother ever used his computer)? That just made sense: to get a fine-ass body, he figured, a dude's gotta see what real studs are supposed to look like. Shit, anyone would realize that if they just thought about it for half a minute.
Of course, it wasn't just guys' muscular bodies he was into; he couldn't front: a dude's cock was pretty fuckin' hot, too. Shit, a nice piece of man-meat - hard, soft, hairy, shaved, thick, thin, smooth, veiny - fuck, he could sit and stroke to cocks, or guys sucking cocks, or a dick all covered in jizz, or a nice fat schlong oozing its way up some hot stud's chute, all night long (most nights, in fact, he did just that!). But again, if dudes would just admit it was cool to check out each other's equipment, they'd see there was nothing at all weird about it. Hell, Janie and Allison were always picking up the girlie mags Matt had lying around his room, and going on and on about the titties they saw there and why they were or weren't hot. It was only logical that guys - if they were honest with themselves - would be into the same sort of appreciation of dudes' tools. And Luke could tell you from experience there were a hell of a lot of gorgeous cocks out there just begging to be appreciated.
So he'd click on constantly and compare. Oh sure, he'd get horny enough that he'd jack to the fine-ass photos, but it was ridiculous to think that made him gay. The male body was incredible; you'd have to be nuts not to find it erotic as fuck. The art history class he took junior year had settled his mind on that score - every culture, in every era, recognized male beauty. So there was nothing wrong with him appreciating it. Besides, for him it was homework. He wanted to learn how to sculpt the most proportionally perfect body he could, make his own body erotic as fuck, too. And he was pleased to realize, for his age, he was way ahead of the curve. He never got tired of looking at how hot his bulging biceps looked, his beautifully defined pecs (with a sweet set of coin-sized nipples with hard, tiny nubs he bet any girls besides Janie would love to suck on - fuck, he could twist and tweak his nips for hours, it got him hard as hell), his insanely ripped washboard, his hard-carved thighs, sensuously curved butt, and nicely bulging calves. And the whole package was nice and smooth, too, which he thought looked sleek and sexy and really showed off his definition. All he had in terms of body hair was just a little wispy poof of pubes over his long, dangling cock. Even his crack, which he'd lube and stroke sexily while he clicked through pic's of dudes on the net, was totally smooth, just begging for a nice juicy tongue to lap up and down in there. But it wasn't just his own ego that made him think he was hot. There were also all the looks he got in the locker room from the other guys on the team - some secretive, some outright gaping. He knew his body was the envy of most of the boys. And Luke wasn't ashamed to admit he was the kind of show-off who loved parading around nude as much as possible. When you got it, flaunt it - no doubt.
Of course, what really convinced him he was a true stud was what happened last fall: he'd stumbled on one of the gay sites that let members post pictures. After a few weeks of studying the other guys' photos, he summoned up the nerve to take some of himself. He compared his with the ones posted, and he knew his were pretty damn smoking. So he took a bunch more, some showing his upper body (not his face) and ass (a couple showing that smooth, muscle-firm bubble-butt, and one with his cheeks spread and his smooth crack and tight little pucker showing, cause it seemed guys really dug that) and, of course, a lot of pix of his cock, in various states of arousal, even a couple of cum shots. He knew he packed serious meat for a seventeen year-old: it was over seven inches soft, very very thick, like almost pop-can thick, and grew to be almost nine inches when it jutted up straight and hard. Plus he was uncut, which the guys who commented on the site seemed to think was a huge plus (Luke agreed; foreskin was hot as fuck, but tell that to Janie).
The photos he'd posted showed him in his briefs, letting his bulge really show; in his jock, semi-hard so his shaft and cockhead were oh-so-succulently traceable; and a bunch of him just totally nude. Then, one night when he was drunk and bold, he posted them (he'd lied and said he was 18 when he joined the site, so he posted his pix in a thread he called "18 yr old sexy-ass football stud"). The response was incredible. Over the course of just half an hour, sixty-some guys, all of them incredibly turned on by his photos, posted a slew of lewd, lip-smacking comments, oohing and aahing over the young hottie, begging to suck him, jack him, fuck him, be fucked by him, and pleading for more pix. Luke wrote back how flattered he was, but then he got skittish and never visited the site again. He wasn't sure why, now that he thought about it. But it freaked him out at the time. Now, though, given how much more hard, cut muscle he'd packed on since last fall, he was even actually thinking of taking more pix and posting them. He felt a little more mature about it now, and he thought it was about time in his muscle development to get some more feedback.
So he was not just a little curious about this GSA meeting and being able to hang for a spell with the gay dudes at school. It actually seemed kind of hot to him, to be around guys who would be totally into his body, in a majorly sexual way. Cause he thought he could definitely understand a gay dude's desire, even though he wasn't at all gay himself, had never so much as made a pass at another dude. Though he sure as fuck thought about it. He couldn't even estimate how many times he'd seen a hot guy - on his laptop or in real life - and thought, fuck, dawg, like to get me some o' that! But that was just clowning, no way would he ever really act on that kind of thought! Besides, it made him kind of feel like a real stud, a kind of sexual bad boy, to think about dudes like that; made him feel like some kind of bold, swaggering sexual outlaw.
As the clock in his English class hit 2:45, he got really amped. He hoped Matt was wrong and that there would be some hot-looking gay dudes there. Shit, his high school was full of very sexy eye-candy when it came to guys. At least a couple of those awesome-looking hot boys he's been scoping out the past few years have just GOTTA be gay, no?
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