The Gay-Straight Alliance, part 2 By Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
Luke's last class ended at 2:45. By 2:52, Luke & Matt were in the front seat of Luke's truck, doing their first bowl. By 3:01, having finished two bowls of some very fine weed, they were sauntering up to their girlfriends, who were waiting with their friend Sarah outside the GSA office.
Sarah hugged the two boys as soon as she saw them.
"Thanks, you guys! It's so cool of you to do this! It means so much to me for you boys to be here for me!"
"It's cool, Sarah," Luke smiled, his buzz coming on nicely. "Happy to help. This'll definitely be a unique experience. I'm hopin' it's a chill scene in there."
Luke's eyes were all over the room as they all entered. He noticed a lot of dudes' eyes get wide and lots of talking start as son as people saw Matt and him and their girlfriends. That's cool, he thought. The GSA office was obviously an old classroom at one time. The students' desks were all gone, and now there were old overstuffed couches and love seats and reading chairs scattered throughout the space, several end tables here and there with books and magazines on them, a teacher's desk in front, file cabinets, and lots of posters all over the room - some with information about condoms and safe sex, some with help-line phone numbers, but most with pictures of incredibly hot-looking men and women, some wearing hot clothes, some wearing next to nothing. There were two posters in particular - high-quality, dick-hardening beefcake of bare-chested muscle-dudes - which Luke wouldn't have minded hanging in his bedroom (except he knew that when his boys came to hang out, they'd look at him funny for having shit like that on his walls; too bad cause that shit was hot as fuck).
Sarah and their girlfriends ran off to join the group of young girls concentrated in one corner of the room. The rest of the room was dotted with groups of boys of various sorts. The dudes, Luke quickly noticed, outnumbered the girls by about three to one, which was just fine with him, as he was much more interested in checking them out, curious to see what kind of dude showed up to one of these meetings. And he was very impressed by what he saw. His friend Matt had been wrong - there were lots of fit, hot-looking guys there, many of whom seemed straight.
There was one guy, Logan Dell, Luke was especially glad to see. Logan played some sport - Track? Swimming? Something - and was not only good-looking as hell, but from having him in a few classes, Luke knew he was a very cool dude: smart, funny, friendly, lots of energy, he just seemed interesting. Not to mention straight as hell; it was very hard to believe Logan Dell was gay. There were quite a few other handsome, athletic-looking guys clustered around in groups, along with some goth kids in eyeliner and dyed hair and black clothes, some of whom, Luke had to admit, were either kinda cute or just downright hot, and, yes, Harrison Stevens and his crowd of slightly built, very effeminate-acting boys (guys who, unlike his friend Matt apparently, Luke had no problem with - hell, Harrison had a very witty sense of humor; he always cracked Luke up when he made his outrageously sarcastic remarks).
He was almost immediately glad he came. It felt so cool to be among a bunch of hot-looking dudes, most of whom, probably, were gay. Plus, he definitely enjoyed getting his own private gay on, boy-watching like this. He couldn't help but notice he and Matt were attracting a lot of stares, mostly from the guys there, but also from some of the girls. He noticed a couple of people (Logan Dell was one) point to them both and whisper to a friend. Luke smiled inside as he wondered what they were whispering - was it "Awesome to see two straight jock studs like Luke Brant and Matt Riley show up here"? or was it "Damn, is Luke Brant GAY?" If it was the latter, that was cool. He didn't mind people thinking that, it gave him a little air of mystery. Besides, these dudes would know soon enough what his real sexuality was! He'd make sure to make that fact pretty damn obvious before too long.
Plus, it was just hot as hell showing off in front of these gay dudes. Luke knew he was hot, and he tried to dress to show off his body as best he could. He kept his hair buzzed short, cause he thought it looked Euro-porn hot. And he kept a little sparse four-or-five day growth of beard unshaved on his chin, cause he'd seen guys on his gay fratboy and sk8rboi sites with that look, which he found very hot (and Janie always loved it when his scratchy little chin-patch tickled her thighs as he ate her out). To show off his cut upper body, he wore either very tight T's (he had a nice tight white one on today) or old, faded, oxford-cloth button-downs with the top two or three buttons open, so you could see a nice flash of his deeply-carved pecs, and the sleeves rolled way up, so his guns could be ogled. Beat-to-shit old boat shoes with no socks, ever - cause he loved kicking his shoes off and flaunting those big, sexy, bony feet of his, with those nice, long, suckable (to probably everyone but his girlfriend) toes.
And he never ever wore underwear; he was blessed with a long, thick cock and he wanted to show it off. For pants, he never wore anything except one of the pairs of tight, faded jeans he owned. He'd developed whatever fashion sense he had from the hot gay-muscle porn sites he'd studied the past couple years, and so he definitely knew one of the hottest looks for a dude - at least, it sure got him hot - was tight denim with a big thick cock outlined underneath. So that was his permanent look. It always got him so hot during the day at school when he'd notice girls and guys just staring at that long, thick, very visible log he was packing. He was a hot jock flirt, no doubt. And why the fuck not? After all, he was trying to make this thing with Janie work, but it was pretty much on life support right now, so he saw nothing wrong with advertising himself to any other chicks who might have a mind to play with a hot football stud. Not to mention how much he loved being a cock-tease to any dudes who might have a thing for hot, thick boy-meat.
Speaking of which, he decided to get up and casually stroll about the room, checking stuff out, so guys could stare all they wanted. On one of the tables was a stack of what he could tell were gay stroke mags, the ones he could see featuring some outrageously hot dudes on the cover. He pretended not to notice them, but he sure as fuck wished he was alone so he could pore through them and beat off. Every once in a while as he moseyed around the room, he'd glance up to see if anyone was checking him out. He was pleased to see someone always was. Looking up like that also allowed him to check out the other guys, trying to appear super-casual as he did. Yep, there sure were some hot boys here.
But of all the fine male eye-candy in the room, it was Logan Dell his eyes kept going back to. Logan was sitting next to a good-looking guy, and the two of them were talking and laughing, really into their conversation. Every once in a while, one of them would touch the other or slap the other on the thigh, shit like that. At one point, Logan put his hand on his friend's thigh and just held it there as he went on talking, something Luke thought was very cool for two dudes to do - guys are too hung-up about physical contact, afraid of being thought gay probably, so it was sweet to see two straight studs like Logan and his friend comfortable with their bodies.
As he strolled, he kept glancing over at Logan. Logan just smiled when he caught Luke's eye, which caused Luke to look away, flustered, or pretend he was looking at something else. But damn, was that boy ever built! Not as bulky as Luke himself - he estimated he had about fifty pounds on the dude - but lithe and lean, sexy as hell. The dude had on a very tight, thin Henley, all buttons open, so you could see lots of definition (not to mention - very hot! - the tips of his hard little nips). He was wearing oh-so-tight jeans, too, like Luke, except Logan must be wearing underwear cause it was a strain to make out what he was packing. Logan wore his jeans rolled up to just below the knees, a look that ordinarily Luke would have found silly as fuck, but on Logan it looked hot as hell, mainly because he had truly awesome calves: Luke did endless amounts of calf raises, along with running and cycling, but he couldn't get that huge, luscious, bulge in his calf muscle that Logan had, which Luke thought looked so fucking sexy on a guy. His hair was dirty blonde. It was shoulder-length, Luke knew, from seeing him around school, but today he had it pulled back in a ponytail - very hot, especially cause there were little wisps of hair that hung around his face, which Luke found tantalizing. A quick thought passed through his fevered mind: necking with Logan Dell, kissing him like crazy, and toying with those sexy little wisps of hair. Fuck, dude, he laughed to himself, you are high and horny as hell from that pot! He went back over to Matt to chill a little.
As he sat down, he turned to his friend and whispered.
"Dude, you wuz wrong. There's some pretty cool-looking guys here. And there's other straight guys, too. Logan Dell's here, and he ain't gay."
"How the fuck do you know?" Matt asked.
"Dude, are you serious??!! Logan Fucking Dell??!! Gay??!!" was all Luke could stammer.
Harrison Stevens now walked over to the desk, on which there were a couple of boxes, and gave out with a loud, "OK, kids, time to start!" Apparently he was the president of the alliance, or whatever the head of the student group was called. But before he could say anything else, the door to the room opened and in walked two really hot-looking boys who Luke recognized as being on the wrestling team.
"Sorry!" they called. They went and sat by Logan and his friend, and the four boys hugged and kissed and stroked each other sexily, which sort of clued Luke in that he'd been wrong about Logan's sexual orientation. Nevertheless, Luke thought it was outrageously hot, seeing really fit, jock-type guys being that sexy and intimate with each other. His dick throbbed involuntarily at the hot scene. Plus, he was now even more interested in Logan Dell, now that he knew such a straight-seeming, incredibly attractive guy was gay.
"Oooookay," he whispered to Matt, "my bad on Logan Dell not being gay. But still, he's a cool dude."
"Damn," Matt whispered excitedly, talking about those two boys who came in late, "did you know Tony Evans and Derrick Sharper were gay? Fuck! That is wild as hell. I thought they were like the macho-stud wrestlers of all time. But I guess wrestling, as a sport, definitely has that gay sort of vibe, right? Not like football, which is like totally rugged, he-man, hard-core male."
"Dude," Luke answered, "get a clue. There's probably a lot of guys on our team that are gay, or bi. It's, like, not THAT unusual."
Luke just sat back, buzzed as hell. He was so damn happy Janie and Allison had forced them to come to this. The pot he'd smoked had way kicked in, and he was totally charged up, in a kind of sexy sort of body-rush, to be in this space with a bunch of really hot-looking athletes who were into guys. He couldn't exactly explain why it was such a turn-on, but he could just feel the blood flowing to his already-thick cock.
He tried to be as cool as his pot-laced mind allowed, not trying to seem like he was staring, but he couldn't keep his gaze away from those dudes sitting over by Logan. He was undressing them all in his mind, his brain awash with images of these hot young jocks, naked, totally buff, doing all sorts of hot, nasty shit to each other in some kind of wild locker-room orgy. Damn, was he ever getting hard, thinking about these sleek young muscle-studs sucking each other's cocks and kissing and fucking and worshipping each other's hot, ripe young bodies. He pictured himself in the scene, letting his inhibitions go, rolling on the floor with all these hot naked dudes, fingering one guy's tight little hole, sucking Logan Dell's cock like a madman while the blonde stud played with Luke's own hard, dripping cock. He actually moaned a little as he thought about random hands playing over his muscles, his ass, tweaking his nipples. He glanced down to see his thick, jutting hard-on, very apparent, straining like hell against his tight jeans. Shit, he thought, if he gets a precum stain is he ever busted. He focused on Harrison Stevens, who'd started speaking again.
"OK, OK. Let's do about ten more minutes of checking in, catching up. And don't be shy, feel free to mix and talk to the other boys and girls. Especially, [and here Harrison shot a very pointed glance at Matt and Luke] the new faces. And, my, what faces! Then we'll move on to the subject of our meeting today, which is, if you don't remember or don't know, sex toys. We have cock rings for guys and strap-on's for girls. [Lots of tittering and buzz from the crowd. Matt turned to Luke with a face of stark terror, mouthing "What the fuck!!??"] OK, OK, I see we're all a little excited. Don't worry, you won't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but take it from me, toys can add a whole new level of fun to your, shall we say, romance. So we figured at the beginning of the year that we should do a session on them. OK, talk amongst yourselves. Back in ten."
"Cock rings!" Matt cried under his breath, in a disgust mixed with disbelief. "Dude, I am so outta here!"
"Chill, dude. I've read about them. Lotsa guys, gay and straight, use them. You might learn something today, asshole. They're supposed to make your sex life a whole lot hotter."
Luke was now amped as shit. Some of the hottest porn he'd seen featured guys wearing metal or leather rings around the base of their dicks. Fuck, did those pix ever get him off - almost as much as the ones showing guys with piercings on their cocks. Not to mention the girls over there were gonna mess around with strap-on's? How fucking hot was that!? He could just imagine his hot little girlfriend, with a fake cock strapped, plowing his ass, all dominatrix-style, and talking real dirty. Aw fuck, this could be just the thing he and Janie needed in their sex life!
Matt just shook his head, moaning about what a fucking mistake this was.
Luke spied Logan Dell walking out of the room, and like there was some kind of magnetic pull, he too was up and on his feet.
"Courage, dawg," he grabbed Matt's shoulder in a manly grip before he left, "we'll get through this, I swear!"
Once out the door, he glanced right, then left, and saw Logan walking towards the drinking fountain.
Luke decided he was thirsty, too, so he followed the hot boy. As Logan strode down the hall towards the fountain, Luke drank in the sight of that very sexy boy from the back. Strong shoulders, narrow waist, and what a hot, firm ass, hard glutes working as he walked, mesmerizing in those tight jeans. Then, standing tall, there at the fountain, as he filled up his plastic water bottle, head slung back, looking so hot with that pony tail, which gave his high school jock look a kind of exotic edge. Luke wondered how he would look with long hair, pulled back like that. Fuck, he might just grow his out this summer.
Shit, Luke could see how a boy could be totally attracted to this dude. He just seemed to radiate a kind of hot, masculine sexual aura, a kind of magnetism that Luke found totally overpowering. Logan stretched his body, working and flexing his muscles, as he waited for his bottle to fill. That's just the kind of thing I do, Luke thought, smiling, stretch and flex whenever I can. It's the mark of a fit dude.
Luke slowed his progress toward the fountain so he could study Logan longer without the boy noticing him: the dude bent his left leg forward, stretched the right one out, and arched his back, which really showed off that incredibly flat stomach and that perfectly curved butt. Damn, Luke thought again, dude is a definite hottie. Bet all the gay boys would like a taste of that. Luke flushed as he felt his own hefty cock thicken and harden.
He stopped and leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving this awesome dude. Luke felt really good that he could so frankly appreciate male beauty, that he didn't have to front like the other straight jocks he knew did, pretending they weren't into how hot other dudes looked. Ashamed of seeming gay, obviously; but Luke knew it wasn't a gay thing at all - it was just admiring beauty. Hot young dudes like Logan Dell (and shit, himself for that matter) should get you hard, it didn't mean anything except you could appreciate a fine-ass physique, that you knew male eroticism when you saw it. He really wondered what this Dell dude's dick looked like cause he really seemed to be packing serious meat. Even though his dick wasn't traceable in his jeans, like Luke's was, you could tell there was a very good-sized package bulging in there.
The boy's bottle was filled, so Luke continued on to the fountain.
"Hey, dude!" Logan said excitedly, when he turned and saw Luke. He gave him the bro handshake - and did he hold it a second or two too long, Luke wondered, excitedly? "Fuckin' Luke Brant, sports god of the school! It's so damn cool you're here, dude!"
"Logan, hey man. How ya doin'. Don't think we've ever really met before, but you've been in a lot of my classes, and I've seen you around. It was cool to see YOU here, dawg. Didn't know you was gay."
"What can I say?" Logan smiled. "But I knew you were straight. You and Janie Reed are like THE couple. Damn, I never would have predicted you'd come to one of our meetings. It's awesome. We've been talking about you from the moment you and your bud walked in."
Logan didn't want to tell Luke all they'd been saying about him, mostly comments about that outrageously hot cock he and his boys always noticed, and his sexy build and gorgeous ass.
"Janie and her friend Allison wanted to come, to be with one of their friends from the cheer squad who's just come out lesbian. So they asked Matt and I to tag along. It's way cool so far. Cool to see so many gay dudes. You guys all seem so cool and all."
Luke realized he was high, horny, and blathering on. Shit, Logan was making him nervous as hell; he felt like a goofy, tongue-tied, hormone-raging teen on his first date. But he couldn't help it; it was so damn exciting being up close and personal with this hot gay stud.
"I don't think we've ever really had a straight guy come to a meeting so far the whole year," Logan went on, as they walked back toward the GSA room. "Some 'alliance,' huh, without any allies?"
"Well, it's the straight dudes' loss if they don't want to make the effort. Seems like there's a lot of cool shit going on in there."
What the fuck did THAT mean, Luke wondered, flustered at himself, but wanting to keep up conversation with this majorly hot dude.
They got back in the room, and instead of sitting back down with Matt, Luke followed Logan over to a vacant love-seat so they could continue talking. Matt would be pissed, leaving him hanging, but what the fuck.
Logan was looking over at the girls, chattering away in a tight circle. "Yeah, dude, your girlfriend's waaayyyy hot. You're lucky. Sex with you two must be awesome, you're both so fucking gorgeous."
Luke's cock throbbed involuntarily, hearing Logan Dell call him gorgeous. Fuck, did he ever want to tell this dude what he thought of him. Shit, was he ever hot. He had these light-blue, crystalline eyes, covered with the sexiest blonde lashes. Luke was fighting an overwhelming urge to just take this stud in his arms. But to make conversation, he seized on Logan's comment about Janie.
"So," Luke said, "that's interesting. A gay dude can appreciate how smoking-hot a chick looks? I didn't think you dudes found girls hot at all. I thought that was why you were gay."
"OH PLEASE!" Logan laughed. "Just cause I'm gay doesn't mean I'm not aware of what makes a girl hot! I bet just cause you're straight, that doesn't mean you can't appreciate how hot some guys look! I bet you've got a very good idea of what makes guys hot, right?"
Luke blushed and laughed meekly, looking down.
"Busted!" Logan shouted, giving Luke a friendly punch in the arm. "I bet you check out hot guys all the time, right? It's only natural, dawg!"
Luke got more crimson and looked up, a little relieved his secret was out, as harmless as that secret was.
"Cool!" Logan said. "OK, so tell me: which dudes in here do you think are hot? I wanna know your taste in guys."
"OK," Luke laughed, really getting into this. How cool to be able to rate hot boys with this fine-ass gay stud. It made him feel sexy as hell, like a real player. "My boy Matt is a stud. Not the handsomest dude around, but definitely easy on the eyes. And a great fucking body, all hard-packed beef. [He lowered his voice and leaned into Logan, daring to put a hand lightly on his thigh.] And hung like a fucking horse!"
"Check, Matt is a definite hottie. Who else?"
"Well, Tony and Derrick, the dudes on the wrestling team I saw you talking to earlier, they're both handsome as hell, plus they both have incredible bodies. Shit, though, let's admit it: all wrestlers are hot as fuck."
Now it was Logan's turn to get close and whisper: "Not to kiss and tell, dude, but I've fooled around with both those boys and, fuck, are they ever hot. And speaking of cocks, I could suck on Tony's monster schlong all fuckin' day. Shit is it ever gorgeous - thick, long, uncut, veiny [and here he let his long, sexy tongue play slowly, lusciously, over his top lip]. Damn!"
"Dude!" Luke laughed, giddy as hell, hardly believing he was having this conversation, but totally loving it, being even this close to actual boy-on-boy sex, the idea of which he found so fucking hot. "You are such a fucking slut!"
"You got that right, bro!"
They fist bumped and grinned.
"OK, who else?" asked Logan, who loved being able to flirt with not just a very hot straight boy but the school's star athlete.
"Besides you of course, dude," he added. "You are clearly the hottest guy in the room, but obviously too modest to say it, so I will."
"Thanks, dawg. And backatcha, dude, cause pardon me for saying this, but you are like amazingly good-looking and your body is, like incredible. You're sexy as hell, dude. Fuck," he added, looking down shyly again, "you probably noticed me checking you out before the meeting started. I mean, what can I say, you're hot, dawg. Plus, you sure as fuck know how to wear clothes. You're gonna have give me some pointers, take me out shopping."
"Look who's talking, Mr. I-Hope-You-Can-All-See-My-Cock-in-These-Jeans! Talk about wearing clothes! Dude, there's not a boy I know doesn't want a nice big taste of what you're advertising all the time down there, packed in that tight, sexy denim!"
They laughed again, Luke getting red again, but utterly carried away in the thrill of this flirty talk.
"OK," Harrison said loudly, "time for the educational part of our meeting. I've got two boxes up here. One has a bunch of cock rings, the other a bunch of strap-on dildos. Come up in a minute and help yourselves. But first, raise your hands if, boys, you've ever used a cock ring before, and girls, you've ever used a strap-on."
About half the hands in each group went up.
"Cool," said Harrison, "so let's pair up. You kids who've never used a toy, buddy up with someone who has. Then show each other how they work, and talk about how you use them. Cause all of you should know about these. Even for you straight boys, [and here he looked leeringly at Matt and then over at Luke] - believe me, your girlfriends are gonna love having you harder and bigger than ever. And you straight girls, too, don't think those dildos aren't for you. I think you're gonna find your boyfriends are gonna love a little ass-play to spice things up. God knows I do!"
Logan, who was one of the boys whose hand was raised, quickly turned to Luke.
"Wanna see how to use one?"
"Fuck, yeah!" Luke said, nervous, head-spinning, even a little terrified, but utterly jazzed. He didn't dare tell Logan about how many times he'd daydreamed about using a cock ring while he stroked to pictures and vids of hot studs wearing them. He especially liked how hot it looked when guys shaved and wore them - naked, hard-muscled dudes, smooth as fuck except for that sexy ring of silver around the base of their long, thick pricks. Fuck, was that ever a turn-on!
Logan walked to the desk, waited in line for a while, looked in and grabbed something, then came back to their couch holding two rings in his hand, one metal, one leather.
"Dude!" Logan whispered as he sat down, pointing to the girls' corner of the room. "Check out your girlfriend!"
Janie was standing there, her jeans and white lace thong pulled down around her ankles, while some gorgeous young girl with dark hair was fitting a strap-on around her waist. The glimpse of her tight tanned little ass was enough to send a major lust-rush stabbing through Luke's groin, but the sight of her there with a huge fake cock on was just hot as hell to Luke. He realized he was so fucking at home in this space of hot, raw, hard-core fetish-sex. Shit, he had the body of a sexual animal, and now more than ever he wanted the kind of sex that would let him really push his muscle-jock body to the max. Fuck, he wanted to get with Janie alone as soon as possible, so she could use her new toy on his hot, hungry, muscle-jock ass.
It was almost as if his thoughts were strong enough to be broadcast, because then Logan whispered, shit-eating grin on his face, "How'd you like to have her strap that on and fuck your hot little ass some time, straight boy?"
"Lemme put it this way, dawg," Luke said, loving the lust-haze swirling around him, "the thought is not at all unpleasant."
Then he turned to Logan to give him a little taste of his own medicine: "Y'know, just cause I'm straight, dude, doesn't mean my ass ain't as erogenous as yours, or whatever the fuck the term is for what gets you off. Shit, I'm a dude - got the same equipment as you, pal!"
"Speaking of equipment, shuck those sexy-ass jeans of yours and let's finally have a look at that famous Luke Brant phallus. I'll show you how to put one of these little guys on. And believe me, your sex life is definitely gonna take a major leap forward!"
For some reason, maybe cause his brain was on a weird sex auto-pilot, Luke started by quickly taking of his shirt.
"Damn!" Logan said, in a low, sort of choked voice, impressed as hell with the ripe, beautifully sculpted musculature Luke revealed. It was sheer perfection in a young male torso. He gave Luke's chest a reverent little brush with his fingers, the way you'd want to gingerly touch a holy relic.
"Fuck," he croaked, "are you ever hot, bro! You sure you ain't at least bi, cause dude, I gotta say. . . ."
"Eat your damn heart out, homo! And now for the main event!"
Where was this shit coming from, Luke wondered, mind awhirl with the awesome, slutty naughtiness of what he was doing, but unable to remember when he'd ever had a hotter time. This was just the kind of sexy-ass flirting he'd always wished he and his boys could get into. He kicked off his boat shoes and shucked his jeans. His huge, thick tool dangled beautifully, all long and smooth and luscious.
Logan's eyes glazed over, and a harsh, breathless gasp burst out of him. He wanted to push this stud down on the couch and go to work, licking and sucking and kissing and lapping until this jock god filled his mouth with wave after wave of thick, hot cream. All he could do, though, was stare - at the hottest, best built boy he'd ever seen - pure young sculpted muscle, every inch; smooth and sensual; that insanely gorgeous body framing the most mouth-watering piece of uncut boy-meat he'd ever seen. He was stunning. He had to have this boy, impossible as it might seem; there was just no doubt about it. He wanted sex with Luke in a way that was painful, that could bring tears to his eyes. His lust was a hot, desperate yearning that would either be fulfilled or consume him.
"Fuck, dude," he finally said, breathless, stunned, mouth just aching to take that beautiful cock in and lavish on it every shred of desire that was in him. "Fuck."
He looked over to see if any of his friends were looking at this awesome vision, too, and of course they all were. Boys with pants down or halfway down, others with cock rings in their extended hands, ready to fit them onto eager teen pricks, some who were just sitting there, shy and still-clothed - all of them had stopped short, so awed by the incredible display of Luke Brant's naked beauty, the sheer sexual potency radiating from that hot young body. It was like a visit from a porn star.
Luke saw it, too, and he relished it. He was comfortable as hell being naked. In the locker room, he was the guy who stayed naked the longest, strolling around, shooting the shit with the other boys in order to show off his fine-ass physique and man-sized prick. A lot of other bys, he'd noticed, were weird about being nude - they'd go from street clothes to uniform in like ten seconds. But not him. And then, even when he'd finally start to dress in his uniform, he'd put on just a jock and strut around in that for the longest time, so he could show off his hot body in another, almost equally sexy way, waistband so tight on his well-worked abs it looked spray-painted on, and mesh pouch bulging obscenely with his huge jock cock. He couldn't see his ass, but he knew from all those pix he's jacked to of muscle-dudes in jockstraps, that his very hot ass must look hot as hell framed by those tight straps in back, his boy-crack looking so damned inviting.
And here, too, he felt proud as fuck to flaunt his hot body; especially now because he was flaunting it in front of all these boy-lovers, dudes who could frankly, unabashedly fiend over every inch of his naked splendor. It was wonderful to see such voraciously sexual appreciation in their stares. He was most excited, though, by the glazed-over, beautifully blue eyes of Logan Dell, which were riveted to his hot jock cock.
"Dude," Luke smirked, loving the control he had over this gay stud. "You ever gonna show me how to put one of those things on? Or are you just gonna keep standing there, drooling over this hot teen prick?"
"Sorry, dawg, but you kinda take a guy's breath away. OK, here's what you do . . . ." And with that, Logan pulled his own jeans down, revealing what Luke thought was a very sexy pair of briefs, green camo-cloth and cut low, showing a perfectly round, ripe, luscious ass and a what was surely a very nice-sized cock bunched up in front.
"Nice briefs, dawg!" Luke said. Then he let his hands graze over the boy's firm butt, whispering, not minding at all that his long, dangling dick brushed Logan's thigh. "Nice ass, too, bro."
Logan looked up, smiled, arched an eyebrow, and said, "Careful, dude. Wouldn't want you to go gay on us all of a sudden. My ass has been known to do that to straight boys."
"I can believe it," Luke smirked, "it's a hot fucking ass." He continued, boldly, to rub his hands over it. Fuck if flirting with this sexy-ass gay stud wasn't hot as fuck.
Then, in a quick flourish, Logan crouched, stripped his briefs down, and stood up to display his own gorgeous cock - not quite as long as Luke's, and a tad thinner, but a good six inches of sleek, sexy boy-meat. Luke was excited to see Logan was also uncut, and even though the boy's foreskin was thinner than Luke's and didn't quite cover the whole head (Luke's thick hood hung completely off the head and gathered in a nice little pucker of flesh, which he thought looked very hot), it stretched teasingly over most of the head, adding mouth-watering allure to what lay below it. What was even sexier was Logan shaved his pubes, so what you saw was all lean-carved lower abs and that very tasty-looking fuckstick. Now it was Luke's turn to want to kneel and immediately service that awesome cock, even though he'd never tasted dick before in his life. Logan Dell's cock just ached to be loved and nursed by his mouth. He suddenly craved boy-meat like an alcoholic craved a drink.
"OK, hottie," Logan said, "check this out. Here's what you do. Get your sac through first, pull the back end up to the base, then carefully, veeerrrry carefully, put your head and shaft through the ring. The just pull up, and presto, commence to fuckin'!"
As he spoke the directions, he demonstrated on himself. Luke's eyes were riveted on that very sexy show. He wished he and Logan were in his bedroom, naked like this, putting rings on each other, getting ready for a night of hot, raunchy boy-sex. He realized his own cock was getting hard, so he took and deep breath and fought his wild desires, straining, willing his hardness to stop. He would be majorly embarrassed to let Logan think he got hard from seeing another dude's dick. He did not want his stud cover blown.
"OK, stud. Your turn. Here, I brought over a leather snap-on one for you cause these metal rings take a little getting used to. But this will definitely give you the feel."
Then Logan smiled sexily, like a cat, at the young football god standing naked and gorgeous in front of him.
"Uhhhh, you want me to put it on you, bro?"
"No thanks, dude," Luke smiled back, "I think I can manage."
Fuck, he thought, that was dumb! Why the fuck didn't you say yes? Would that ever have been hot! Oh well, dawg, you blew it.
He took the ring from Logan, clasping the boy's hand warmly, softly, lingeringily, which got a sexy, knowing smile from Logan. Then he unsnapped it, stretched it around the massive girth of his cock-root, under his low-hanging ballsac, and fiddled with it until he snapped it closed. It felt incredible, and it looked awesome!
Again, Logan could just stare at this glorious vision in front of him, this hot teen all-American stud, cinched up and ready for some hard-core rutting. Luke was all smooth, beautifully defined muscle, with just a sexy little puff of dark, nicely manscaped hair about a half-inch up from the base of his dick. And now the hot, hot accent of that studded leather ring around that huge, fleshy, mouth-watering cock. He imagined Luke in his bedroom, ready for Logan's lips to work that gorgeous cock into long, thick, saliva-sheened hardness. And then this smoking-hot football stud would lie back while Logan straddled those beautifully sculpted thighs and lowered his ass deliciously onto that mammoth jock fuck-pole. Fuck, was he ever crushing on this boy! Damn!
Logan shook off his hopeless reverie and explained to Luke the anatomical physics behind a cock ring, along with the do's and don't's of using one. He even gave a sort of 'greatest hits' rundown of some of the hottest sessions he'd ever had using them. The two boys were lost in each other's bodies, each other's intimacy, each other's company. They were absolutely oblivious to what the others around them were doing. Pulsating through both boy's brains was the same unvoiced thought - how fucking much they wanted to get the other in bed. For Luke, especially - to whom Logan represented his first really specific gay passion, not just all the ambient lust he'd felt for all the hot boys he'd seen at school or on the internet - the all-consuming desire for this beautifully bewitching, hot jock-stud of a boy was leaving him weak-kneed.
Soon, Harrison's loud, nasally voice again interrupted the proceedings. Luke turned to the sound and noticed an embarrassed-looking Matt sitting, still clothed, with Harrison, naked, in front of him. Luke smiled to realize that Harrison must have paired up with his shy, uncomfortable team-mate when the sex toy demo started. He could just picture how it happened - Matt had probably made no move to buddy up with another dude in order to learn how to use a cock ring, so Harrison must have jumped at the chance to glom onto the straight, beefy stud. Harrison, Luke noticed, had a skinny but very nicely defined body and, believe it or not, a huge fucking prick! Fuck, Luke laughed to himself, Matt must have gone apeshit. For Luke, though, this had been one of the hottest, most amazing hours he'd ever spent.
Harrison announced that next week's meeting would cover oral sex, for both boys and girls, and Luke immediately made plans to attend - fuck however Matt felt about it. He was interested in learning how to suck a dude's cock. And fuck! If he could buddy up with Logan Dell again for that one!
The guys and girls took off their toys, returned them to the boxes, and put back on whatever clothes they'd taken off. A vibrant energetic wave of excited pleasure crackled throughout the room. Everyone (except Matt) had enjoyed this opportunity for a taste of hot, sexy fun in an otherwise drab school day.
As Luke slipped his feet into his boat shoes, Logan turned to him and put his hand out. They shook hands warmly, looked shyly but longingly in each other's eyes, and then Logan pulled Luke close for what was just a chaste, normal jock hug, but which nonetheless sent another thrill of desire coursing through Luke.
"Very cool hanging with you, dude. Very cool. You taking off now?"
"Not quite," Luke said. "The gym is empty now, so I'm gonna go lift for half-an-hour or so."
Logan's eyebrows raised as he considered that. "Sounds tight, bro. Shit, I could use a little workout myself. You up for some company?"
"Fuck yeah!" Luke's heart was suddenly racing again. "Be hella tight to lift with you, dawg!"
"Just don't drop the soap in the shower afterwards, dude," Logan laughed, giving Luke's firm, denim-clad ass a nice sexy rub.
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