The Gay-Straight Alliance, part 4 By Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
What Logan was doing to Luke's hardened, twitching, cock, straining painfully against the thin mesh of his jock-pouch, was unbelievable: that slow, sexy tracing up and down the football stud's stiff shaft, then twirling deliciously around the moist head, while his other hand played lightly but sensuously over the nude globes of Luke's ass. It was exactly the kind of sexy boy-play Luke had yearned so deeply for - a hot-looking young dude doing all sorts of sexy shit to his hard, ripe ass and his huge stud-cock, getting him ready to shoot a huge load. It was just the kind of sex he craved most strongly and yet had never before had outside of his fevered imagination.
"I - I - I," but Luke's voice choked off, so great was his ecstasy. He'd wanted to say, "I never knew sex could be so fuckin' wonderful!"
Logan, though, misunderstood; nervous as he was about putting such bold moves on a straight boy, he flinched, thinking Luke was about to say something like, "I really wish you wouldn't, Logan," or "I'm really not into this, dawg. Sorry."
Fuck, the young gay stud thought, frustrated - I can't figure this uber-hot boy out at all. I get vibes he's into boy-sex in a big way, then I get vibes he just isn't. Shit!
Logan got even further confused on their walk to the gym, when Luke, in what he tried to pass off as the spirit of jock-stud camaraderie, began feeling up Logan's muscles as they walked, complimenting him on his definition. Once or twice, as they talked about the best pumps for various muscles, he'd playfully slap Logan's ass, even finishing that boldly flirtatious move by giving Logan's crack a nice, sexy swipe. Logan couldn't figure out what the fuck was up with that.
He grew even more befuddled when, as they crossed the huge, cavernous main gym, Luke began checking out Logan's package, giving it a firm, manly squeeze, then complimenting it.
"Bet the boys go for this, huh dude?"
"Why not try it yourself and see?" Logan asked, in mock-innocence.
On their way through the gym, en route to the weight room, the boys couldn't take their eyes off each other, those gorgeous cut bodies, one lean, one bulkier, both beautifully rippling with coiled, muscular power and both clad in the most erotic clothing a male muscle-stud could wear - a sexy jock.
"Not sure if I wanna walk a few paces behind you," Logan said seductively, "to luxuriate in the view of the best ass I ever seen, or maybe walk backwards a few paces in front, to worship that awesome cock o' yours."
"Got the same dilemma myself, dude," Luke smiled.
Before they entered the weight room, Luke stopped them by the mats.
"Hold up, dawg; let's warm up a little before we lift."
Without even waiting for Logan's reply, Luke began to writhe and flex his cut body shamelessly, sensually, not stretching so much as putting on a show for the hot young stud in front of him. Luke had been a tease ever since about thirteen, the age when he knew his body was sexually desirable. But this was the hottest, sexiest flirting he'd ever done; this porn-quality teasing with a hot gay dude. It was not only a total rush for Luke to act so slutty, but he had a very definite purpose: he wanted to keep giving Logan such alluring views of his hot jock body so as to make him utterly irresistible, meaning Logan would be helpless to do anything except make a very frank pass at Luke. That way, Luke felt, his fevered, frustrated desire for a taste of gay sex would finally become a reality.
"Ain't you gonna stretch, too?" Luke asked.
But Logan was easily Luke's equal when it came to flirting (his equal, as well, when it came to the mounting lust raging in both of them). Logan knew full well how hot he looked, just as he knew - or at least hoped very strongly - that somewhere deep down inside, Luke was turned on and just had to be into starting something very hot and nasty between them. Or else, seriously, why would he be hanging out naked with a gay dude, flirting so fucking outrageously? So he decided to see Luke's flirty bet and raise him: he relaxed his cut torso on the mat, sort of half-sitting, half-lying against a wall, knowing how fucking hot his ripped washboard would look in that position; then he cocked one knee (so Luke would get a nice view) and began to finger his hole while he stroked that nice long cock of his.
"Only thing I'm gonna be stretchin' is my foreskin, dude, as I lie here and jerk my dick watchin' that fine-ass body o' yours. And, dawg, seriously, you HAVE to let me suck your cock later. I am fucking begging you! C'mon, man, ain't you one o' those hot straight jocks who are secretly fiendin' for some gay dude to give him a REAL blow job, 'stead o' that lame-assed shit your girl considers cocksucking?"
Luke was almost trembling with lust at the sight of that incredibly built stud teasing his hole and stroking that huge, wet, mouth-watering cock. But he tried to front as best he could.
"Quiet, horn-dog. Keep your mind on the liftin' ahead, not my fine-ass straight-boy body. If you can keep those goddamn homo hormones o' yours under control, maybe I'll let you wash my back in the shower later. Bet that'd get you off."
Luke realized his shameless, teasy little flirting was losing steam. Logan sure as fuck had won this round. Damn, did he ever wanna fuck. Or be fucked, or suck, or get sucked, or rim, or any of the thousand-and-one hot-sounding variations on the sex he wanted to have with this gorgeous, sexy stud.
He tried to concentrate on his stretching routine, but the distraction of Logan lying back and stroking that hard, jutting cock made it practically impossible. So, helpless to do anything except feel the intense, burning lust he had for that gorgeous boy lying there, he forgot about stretching and instead just tried to do things that would show off his body, really give Logan something to stroke to. He flexed and rolled his pecs sensually, trying to imagine he was some fine-ass nude male dancer. He massaged his pecs with a deep, slow, kneading motion, tweaking the nipples roughly so they'd stand out even more. Then he put his arms behind his head and turned sexily to each of his smooth armpits, trying to make his face all pouty and whorish. Using his cut thighs, he pistoned his ass slowly up and down, up and down, imagining it was Logan's hard, thick stud-cock he was riding.
"Aw fuck, dawg!" Logan cried, hard now and digging the shit out of being able to pound his meat to this live sex show starring his high school football team's star quarterback (and his current crush). "You are one sexy-ass motherfucker, Luke, you know that? For a straight boy, you sure know how to push a gay dude's buttons!"
Luke hated to turn his back, but he wanted Logan to stroke to his chiseled back and his hard, round glutes, naked except for the skimpy straps of his jock. So he turned and did more sexy shoulder rolls, flexing and tightening his ass muscles.
Again, an "AW FUCK!!" from Logan, deliriously enjoying this private show. "How much you charge for a lap-dance, dawg?"
Daringly, Luke spread his hard-carved legs, so more of his crack would be visible, then did some toe touches. He thought of his exposed, virginal little pucker, and how much he wished Logan would just mosey over and treat him to his first rim job, then when he was all wet and moaning, work that hard, thick cock into him and pound his hot, hungry ass.
Logan kept yelling, more and more fevered as he felt himself seconds from nutting: "Fuck, dude!! You don't fuckin' quit! What a HOTTTTT fuckin' ass. I'll be buried nose-deep in that bad boy all afternoon if you give the word! Shit, Luke, I'm gonna nut any fuckin' second!"
Luke coolly straightened up and turned around; no fucking way did he plan on missing the sight of Logan's juicy, succulent cock erupting in spurt after spurt of boy-cream. When his gaze was riveted back on that awesome cock, all slick and shiny with precum, he did some calf raises. As his sculpted frame raised and lowered, he gazed on the vision of young male perfection that was Logan Dell - such a beautiful face, framed by that shoulder-length, dirty-blonde hair, wisps of it trailing sexily over that very kissable mouth; that amazingly lean, muscular body; those oh-so-sexy guns, cut and surprisingly big and for such a lean, wiry frame; his washboard abs, all deeply grooved and lickable as hell; and his olive-drab jock pouch, pulled away to reveal that long, sleek, luscious-looking length of boy-meat, looking even hotter and tastier with his pubes shaved away.
Fuck, Luke thought to himself, this fine-ass muscle-stud just oozes sex. I GOTTA get with this boy in a major way. I don't want just a stroke session in the showers or even some hot oral from those luscious lips - I want everything! For hours and hours, days and days, weeks and weeks! Fuck, I want Logan Dell in my life in a major way.
He was so damn horned up. He'd never been in a sexier situation in his life, showing off his sexy-ass body in just a tight little jock while some totally hot, totally built gay dude was stroking off to him. He felt himself throwing major wood. He looked down and saw his cock was huge and hard, obscenely stretching out his already-taut jock pouch, making the head and shaft look ready to burst through the thin material. Fuck, it looked hot! He could feel cock-honey oozing deliciously out of his piss-slit and wondered if Logan could see the stain.
He glanced over at Logan and saw the boy's glaring eyes riveted on his bulging pouch. His face had a beautiful reddish glow, there was a sheen of perspiration on it from his lust-fevered stroking.
"Like what you see, dawg?" Luke managed to tease.
"Oh fuck, are you shitting me, man?" Logan gasped breathlessly. "I'm gonna fuckin' nut any - rrrrnnnggggghhh, AW FUCK!!"
And wave after wave of thick white cream spurted from that long thick cock, flying everywhere, coating the boy's chest, abs, face, hair. Logan kept groaning and grunting as he shot volley after volley. Luke's own cock was now a steady faucet of precum. If he'd been bolder, he would have pulled his own pouch aside and stroked, too: he knew if he did that, he'd shoot in a second, he was that horned up. But it was just thrilling staring at Logan; he'd never seen another boy cum before, it was totally awesome, a sight he wanted to see over and over and over again from now on. Luke wanted to glide gently over to the beautiful boy, stretched flat on the mat now in post-orgiastic bliss, and run his fingers sexily through all those luscious little puddles of cream, feeding fingerfuls to Logan and himself.
When Logan's orgasm subsided and he'd caught his breath, the boy looked up, smiled, and - as if he were reading Luke's mind - fingered up some cum and slowly swirled it off with his tongue.
"Well," he smiled, raising his body up, "my stretching is done. How about you? You ready to lift now, straight-boy?"
Right before they opened the door to the weight room, Luke turned to Logan, with a question that had been nagging him: "Hey, dawg, just what the fuck sport do you play, anyway? Me and Matty were tryin' to figure it out back there at the GSA meeting. Is it swimming or tennis or track or what?"
Logan smiled, then strode ahead to a corner of the gym.
"Here, stud. I'll give you a clue!"
He unloosed a rope that lowered a set of rings. Then he leaped up, grabbed the rings, and proceeded to do an abbreviated routine - one high on flash, including three straight iron crosses, numerous spins, shoulder raises, a couple pike positions, and a beautifully nailed flip dismount.
Luke was whooping and hollering and 'Holy Shit!'-ing through the whole routine, then gave an even higher-pitched cry of awe as Logan did a series of front flips across the gym floor to rejoin his new bud.
"Fucking awesome!!" Luke cried, utterly thrilled at that dazzling display of sheer athleticism, "I wish I could do shit like that!"
"Sorry, stud, but you couldn't if you tried. You ain't got the body for it."
"Oh really? And just what have I got the body FOR, do you think?"
Logan grinned, squinted one eye, and sized up that gorgeous jock-clad frame, pretending to look it over critically.
"Hmmmm, I'd say that body of yours is built for three things."
"Namely . . . ?"
"Football, fucking, and being worshipped by a hot, sexy-ass stud."
"Hmmm, I got the football thing locked down, but I don't suppose you know any fine, sexy-ass studs, preferably some hot blonde dude, that might help me with those last two?"
"Yeah," Logan said, pressing his body up close to the hunky jock, rubbing his hand up and down over Luke's chiseled pecs, abs, and again daring to fondle his jock-encased bulge, "come to think on it, I believe I do know one or two. There's one in particular . . . goes to your school, I think . . . gorgeous young blonde gymnast hottie. Damn, is he ever fine. I hear he's a total stud and just hot as fuck in the sack."
Luke was getting wonderfully breathless and light-headed again, his cock was thick and straining. He LOVED having another dude play with his dick.
"That so?" he panted.
"Yep," Logan was now just stroking up and down that hard, mesh-covered thickness, while diddling the boy's exposed crack in back, and breathing hot and low in Luke's ear. "You know gymnasts are supposed to be so damn hot in bed, real sexual athletes cause they're so fucking limber and all. And I heard this particular gymnast's exploits in bed, 'specially with big, totally hot, muscle-jock football studs, are positively legendary. They even wrote poems about his love-makin', it's that fuckin' epic."
Luke's head was thrown back; he was moaning low, voice rattled with lust; his cock totally stiff and oozing precum again. Logan had slipped a couple fingers under Luke's thin, precum-damp pouch so he could stroke the boy's hard, bare shaft and tease his huge, bare cock-tip.
"I - I like poetry," Luke panted weakly, "maybe you'll read me some. Later."
Now it was Logan's turn to play cock-tease. He pulled his hand out from under the mesh, straightened Luke's pouch, and winked at the weak-kneed hunk.
"Sure, dude. Maybe later, while I'm washing your back in the shower. C'mon, stud, let's lift."
What followed was a session of serious lifting. It was mostly upper-body work they did - raises, lifts, presses (when spotting each other, each made sure his huge jock-clad pouch was right up close to the other boy's face), and several sets of pull-ups and push-ups. Each young muscle-jock was anxious to show the other not only how impressive their conditioning was, but how hot their body looked being put through its paces. They finished with abs, crunching already perfect washboards, working deeper and deeper into the muscle to make the definition even sexier.
As they worked their bodies, ogling each other shamelessly, Luke was struck by something - outside of the need to train his body for sport, he realized that the reason he hyper-trained this way, perfecting his body beyond the needs of football, was to make himself sexy as fuck to someone who got off on muscle. And it occurred to him, suddenly, that only another dude could fully appreciate the erotic charge of a well-worked young body like his. He and his team-mates watched each other workout constantly, appreciating each other's progress, feeling muscle, offering advice, becoming connoisseur's of each other's development. But finally he was in the presence of someone who could take that connoisseurship to the next logical level, letting that passion and appreciation for muscle bloom into sexual intimacy. He could hardly wait!
After about forty-five minutes worth of exertion, in that steamy-hot weight room, Luke's jock was drenched. Catching glimpses of his bulging basket in the mirror-lined walls, he smiled to see how fuckin' sexy it looked: his huge cock showed perfectly, in high relief, beautifully outlined, like there was just a thin sheet of translucent gauze plastered over it, giving not a shred of concealment to his massive tool. The jock pouch wasn't even white anymore, just the dusky-rose color of that thick sausage, plump and juicy underneath.
He sauntered over to Logan, who was killing time before their shower by doing a couple more sets of bicep curls. He made sure Logan got a good look at that daringly revealed ripe cock. Sure enough, Logan's eyes stared lustily. Luke flexed his body so his obscenely visible cock could writhe and wriggle.
"Hey Logan," Luke suddenly said, wanting to prolong this moment, "been meanin' to ask you, how d'you get that awesome-looking bulge in your calves? I do so damn many calf raises and can't get anything except bulk, not the definition I want."
For a lean guy, Logan not only had beautifully full, almost bulky biceps, but his calf muscle had that sexy-looking softball-sized bulge in it Luke thought so hot.
"Do you do weighted raises?" Logan asked. "I been doing donkey raises for years. I really think that's what it takes."
"Show me?"
Logan was only too happy, because of the way he and his team-mates did them, using their own body weight. It was gonna be even hotter, he thought, with both of them almost nude, and all moist and sweaty.
"Sure. Get in back of me."
Luke did. Logan made sure their hard, round, sweat-slick butts were pressed tight together (which shot a stab of pleasure through each boy's crotch), then he locked elbows with Luke, bent over, raising Luke up onto his back, and proceeded to do a set of weighted raises. Both boys loved it - erotic intimacy mixed with the strain of athleticism.
They switched positions, and Luke tried it. He could feel at once how much more efficient pump this was - as well as how much he'd enjoy adding this exercise to his routine.
"Far out! Thanks, man. I finally know the secret. Plus," he added shyly, stroking Logan's naked ass, "it's sexy as hell!"
"Let's hit the shower, stud," Logan laughed, giving that long, dangling, sweat-soaked pouch of Luke's a good sexy grab, "you need to cool off!"
In the locker room, they quickly peeled off their sweat-drenched jocks. Logan grabbed Luke's off from the bench, brought it to his face, and inhaled deeply, which got Luke hot as fuck.
"Damn, stud," Logan said blissfully, "you smell as hot as you look!"
Luke went up to Logan, put his arm around the boy's shoulders, and said, "Seriously, dawg - I know we been kiddin' a lot today, but I really, really liked liftin' with you. I hope we can do it again, maybe even on the regular?"
"Damn, Luke," Logan said, not only touched but excited as hell to have a regular dose of sexy fun with his new heart-throb, "no doubt. How about this Monday after school? Maybe even every other day or somethin'?"
"Awesome!" Luke said heartily, thrilled to have this to look forward to, thinking now that if things didn't go as flat-out sexy as he wanted this afternoon, they would at some point.
Luke hugged Logan, unable to control himself, loving the feel of their naked, semi-hard cocks pressed against each other.
"I hope you don't mind, dude, that I'm a little more intimate with you that I am with other dudes. I just get a real connection with you, dawg. Not sure what it is."
"Fuck, Luke, you can be as intimate as you want, dude."
Luke broke their hug, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Then Logan got their frank, familiar vibe back with more sexy teasing, grabbing Luke by that huge schlong and leading his to the showers.
Luke, absolutely loving the feel of another dude's hand on his dick, mock-complained: "Easy, dude, I like having that thing between my legs!"
Logan grinned and said, "Wanna know where I'D like having this thing?"
Laughing, slapping each other's asses, they hit the shower room, turning on three showers in a row, and proceeded to rinse and lather their beautifully pumped bodies.
"Damn," Logan cried, under the spray, soaping up his now-hard cock, "showerin' with such a majorly hot jock, who knows I'm gay and doesn't mind me worshipping that fine-ass body of his - fuck, man, I gotta nut again!"
"Shit, dawg," Luke laughed, "how many times can you get off in one day?"
"Anytime you wanna spend a day with me, dude, I'd love to show you!"
"Here, dude, I'll join you! Give you somethin' to really stroke to - a football stud beatin' off!"
As the two boys jacked themselves friskily, Logan looked over at the dream-stud across from him, that absolutely perfect body made even sexier by the spray of water erotically highlighting every luscious curve and ripple in that beautifully bulging frame. But of course, the truly awesome sight was that hard, jutting, enormous piece of uncut boy-meat, all thick, smooth and luscious, fully encased by that dusky, meaty foreskin. Luke's cock - thick, straight, steel-hard - stood up proudly atop a huge, silky smooth, deliciously drooping set of man-sized balls. Logan could only stare in awe as Luke sensually worked his hand up and down that magnificent tool. Especially luscious was how the thick, fleshy foreskin still covered the entire huge, almost fist-sized cock-head. Fuck, was it ever sexy-looking! It drew Luke's mouth like a lodestone; hands down, the thickest, longest, most flat-out gorgeous cock Logan had ever seen close up like this.
Logan looked up to see Luke's devastatingly handsome, A&F jock-model face, suffused by a look of sheer carnal lust and desire radiating off it in a kind of steamy aura. The glazed-over hunger burning in his eyes, the slightly open mouth panting for breath, those eyes burning on Logan's body and cock, even the flared nostrils - everything he could read on that face was telling Logan that this jock-god wanted boy-sex more than he'd ever wanted anything, yet was too shy to make the first move. Suddenly all the flirting over the past couple of hours made perfect sense to Logan: Luke's body was screaming, throbbing, agonizing for a desire it's probably repressed for years but which it could deny no longer - not in such close, erotic intimacy with a hot gay dude.
Wasting no more time, the lean, blonde hunk sidled next to his shower buddy, his workout buddy, his soon-to-be fuck buddy, and gently brushed Luke's hand off his cock, replacing it with his own. Immediately the young football god, thrilling to his first serious sexual contact from another boy, let out with a balls-deep moan, releasing years of pent-up frustration. Logan smiled knowingly and let his hand play sensuously up and down that huge hard shaft, stopping to tease the sexily hooded head, pulling it and pinching it. Luke cried and whimpered, in ecstasy. Back and forth and over and around Logan's hand played, showing the boy a delight he'd only dare fantasize about up to this moment. He cupped and tickled and jostled that huge hanging ball-pouch, getting another sharp, almost pained cry of sheer gratitude from the gay virgin.
Logan looked down at Luke's gorgeous cock with a hunger that was all-consuming: long, thick, beautifully smooth, and covered entirely by a tasty-looking sheathe of foreskin so thick and luscious Logan could barely see the outline of the glans. He played his fingers over the head; he pinched the meaty foreskin and pulled on it; then, grasping the meaty shaft with one hand, he played the index finger of his other hand lightly in under the hood, and then gently but firmly began to dig into Luke's piss-slit.
"OH FUCK YESSS!!!" Luke cried. He'd never had a girl who lavished just the right kind of teasing affection on his cock like this, a cock that really demanded this kind of foreplay.
Now Logan drew even closer, so that both their straining young cocks were pressed together. Logan grasped both their shafts as best he could - Luke's was so fucking thick - and slowly, sensually jacked them in tandem, making sure their sacs were mashed skin-tight.
"AW FUCK!!!" Luke gasped, in a loud, croaking whisper; his cock being jacked like this, next to another dude's hard, meaty length, was about the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.
The young jock reached out to stroke and fondle the amazing sex stud who was finally letting him experience the sexual pleasure he'd been desperately longing for. He rubbed a hand up and down Logan's flat, hard, tight washboard, knowing how good it felt when he rubbed his own hard-carved abs as he pleasured himself alone at night in bed, thinking Logan might like the same. Luke smiled to hear Logan purr approvingly at his touch; he wanted desperately to please the boy who was giving him this amazing gift.
Still luxuriating in the erotic charge of his big cock being squeezed next to Logan's shaft and jacked by the those knowing fingers, Luke stroked his finger sexily up Logan's chest, pausing to tweak and trace the boy's aroused little ruby-hard nipples. Then his hand went further up, to the back of Logan's head, and he gently pressed the boy's face close to his, to give him a kiss mixed with equal parts tender gratitude and steaming desire.
Logan was on fire, his body prickling with electric tingles, thrilled at so many things, not least of which was being able to be the one to initiate this total stud into the awesome pleasures of gay sex - pleasures which were long overdue for the boy. He laughed giddily to himself when he thought back about how unsure he'd been during their whole time together in the locker room and gym, about whether Luke would really be into the heights of sexual bliss that two boys could know. Of course he would. All boys would, if they were honest with themselves - especially fit, body conscious dudes like Luke; it was the kind of sex such boys' bodies were primed for.
Still jacking their cocks slowly, sensuously, he grasped the back of Luke's head and pulled the boy in for another kiss.
And what a kiss. Hot, passionate desire erupted from Luke's mouth like a small explosion. He was kissing, gulping, tonguing, mashing his face against Logan's, trying to convey the true measure of his happiness. It was a kiss mixed with lust, eroticism, gratitude, desperation, submission, control, athleticism, knowingness, naivete, and maybe even love. Their kiss evolved into licking, moaning, tonguing, holding, stroking, but always back to kissing - feverish, desperate, as if they were both gasping for life-giving breath. It was the single-most exciting kiss either had ever known, made even more sensual under the whooshing water-spray.
Finally Luke just put his head back, soaking in the epic import of this long-desired, maybe even long-feared, but long-needed moment. In his own mind, Luke knew this was the beginning of a new evolution in his sexuality, one that would include boys now in a major way - probably, he thought, in an exclusive way, so right did all this feel to him.
Logan was back to just stroking the massive shaft of that huge prick and teasing the piss-slit, which Luke clearly loved. With his other hand he reached around and, after a few preliminary tracings up and down the boy's smooth crack (which Luke responded to eagerly by pressing his cheeks hard against Logan's fingers), the blonde stud began to toy tenderly with the hunky jock's virgin hole. The look on Luke's face, which Logan was gazing on with dreamy longing, was one of pure, transplendent bliss. Having his dick pleasured was incredible enough, but combining it with wonderfully sensual ass-play kicked this sex into some previously unknown ecstasy-realm. So THIS is what sexy dudes do to get off together! Damn, he thought, harder than he'd ever been before, this shit is definitely me!
Suddenly, though, the spell was broken: there was no hand on his dick, no fingers teasing his hole and cock-tip. A frightened shudder trembled through Luke's body, a hollow echo of sad abandonment; Logan was gone. He opened his eyes and saw, indeed, the boy wasn't there; he was all alone in the shower room. His sense of loss, after such pure, physical bliss, was palpable.
But just as suddenly, he felt that delicious hand back on his hard shaft, stroking it lovingly. He looked down to see Logan kneeling there, smiling up, just about to put that huge prick to his lips.
"Oh yes!" Luke whimpered, anticipating the pleasure in store, the pleasure he'd dreamed about again and again while jacking to all those porn-clips of guys sucking cocks.
Logan began by licking and sucking on just that huge, wet, foreskin-covered head. He darted his tongue teasingly across it, then bit the fleshy nipple of skin playfully. Luke moaned in delight, so Logan kept at it, biting and pulling the hood, first just the under-fold, then the top-fold, then chewing the whole fold together and stretching it out. Luke's rock-hard prick was jerking and throbbing in delight. With one hand holding on to the massive girth of Luke's cock, the fingers of Logan's other hand roamed sensually over Luke's muscular thighs and beautifully carved washboard, further immersing Luke in the mind-numbing pleasure of boy-sex.
Logan covered the whole still-hooded head of Luke's cock with his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while he stroked the thick shaft with his hand. The background sound was the whoosh of the shower-spray and Luke's enraptured sighs and cries.
Logan pulled his mouth off Luke's dick a few times, each time trailing thick ropes of saliva-thick precum, then he began to attack that luscious beauty in earnest. He began pistoning his head on Luke's cock, taking more and more in each time, til finally his nose was buried in Luke's pubic hairs. Logan grunted and hummed, loving the feel of Luke's hugeness filling his throat, then he drew his mouth back up the shaft, snorting and slurping as he went, then back down: up and down, up and down, as Luke screamed in delight.
As he tongued and licked and slurped the shaft, he continued to worship Luke's hard-carved thighs and abs. Fuck, he thought, this stud is all hard muscle! And for now, at least, Logan thought dreamily, he's all mine! He jacked that gorgeous shaft more, loving how slick and gleaming that huge perfect prick looked. He clutched it tenderly and rubbed it all over his face, impassioned to give this boy's cock the pleasure it deserved. Then back to sucking, only this time he added a couple grace notes, one hand playing in that ass he was so anxious to fuck, the other tickling and jostling that pendulous nutsac.
Luke was so hard, had so much cum built up from all the wonderfully sexy cruising he and Logan had done all afternoon, that he knew he was close to cumming. And what Logan was doing to him now was sure to have his excited cock spurting any second. This was the sex of his strongest, most persistent fantasies: sex focused on his cock, his ass, his balls, his muscles. It was as if Logan was able to see into the deepest core of his being and discover his most primal needs. He'd enabled Luke to feel, really for the first time, the true sexual force of his young manhood, all the rich, deep pleasure his sex could afford him. The ache of sheer physical satisfaction coursing through his body came as a revelation to him.
He'd never really had sex before, he realized, just some grotesque caricature of it. Sex wasn't a battle between two people, where you had to fight and scheme and strategize with a wary opponent for even the smallest, most meaningless victory; sex, he saw now, was a rich, glorious celebration, a banquet, where such a rich, endless array of delights lay spread out before one, there for the taking, to be shared and enjoyed rapturously by you and your partner.
Logan now was fingering his ass deeply, insistently, rubbing what Luke knew was his prostate (he'd played with his ass so often the past couple of years, to really get himself off as he masturbated in his bed or in front of his laptop). That, the electric tingle of those fingers dancing across his balls, and that hot mouth on his cock - it was all too much for Luke. Suddenly it was like a switch was thrown. His brain crackled with a million volts; the on-rush of his orgasm was overwhelming.
"I'M SHOOTIN'!!!" he cried, his young, deep voice echoing against the tiled shower walls.
Logan pushed two fingers deeper in Luke's ass, the boy clamped his glutes around them hungrily, and Logan's mouth was filled with hot, thick cream.
Five, six, seven volleys, while Luke gasped and grunted breathlessly, like a man just rescued from drowning.
When Luke caught his breath, he bent down, clutched Logan, and drew the two of them down together on the wet shower floor, embracing the amazing boy who had given him such awesome gift. They rolled there, kissing, under the spray, locked together in fervent, muscular tenderness, their cocks grinding, their hard nipples brushing, their kiss raw, hungry, cum-filled.
"Aw, fuck, Logan, that was awesome!" he cried, under the shower spray. "Where the fuck you been all my life?"
Luke's gayness now had the force of a beautifully rushing river.
"Tell me about it, dude," Logan panted, returning Luke's kisses with the same force. "I been crushin' on you ever since freshman year. I think every gay dude in school has. You're like the Tom Brady of Southeast High, every straight girl and gay dude's heart-throb."
"Shit, Logan, I want you so bad, I can't stand it! I wanna be with you all night, all month, all year. Fuck, I wanna suck and fuck and kiss and lick and rim and just, like, worship you forever. I want us to cream all over each other til we're slathered in our spunk."
"Uh, excuse me, ma'am? I'll have the same order as this young gentleman here. And extra cream, too, please."
Luke looked at Logan with that excited puppy look of his.
"Can we do more, Logan? Could I do you now, maybe?"
Logan smiled. Luke was like a little boy who'd just had his first roller coaster ride. Fuck, was it sexy. He kissed Luke one more time, gently, then pulled them both up.
"Aw fuck, Logan, c'mon. Teach me, dawg!" Luke continued. "Teach me to make love to you, to pleasure you, to be everything you want in a lover."
"With pleasure, stud. But listen, dude, you're already everything I want in a lover, can't teach you anything about THAT. But hey, check it out: my parents are away for about a week or so, and I got the place all to myself. We could, like, head over there now. Maybe you could even spend the night, if you wanted."
"OH FUCK YESSS! How fucking hot would that be!!??"
He hugged the boy ecstatically, their hard cocks, brushing together, as excited as they were.
Luke couldn't believe it! A whole night and the following morning of sex with Logan Dell, of being with the hottest boy he's ever known, and having the hottest sex he's ever known? Too fuckin' much!
"I'll just need to call my folks," he said excitedly, "and tell 'em I - OH SHIT!"
"What's wrong?"
"Janie! I forgot. We have a goddamn date tonight. Some party or something she's all hot to go to. Shit!"
Luke laughed half-heartedly. "Fuckin' Janie. Jesus, she seems like a lifetime ago. Oh well, I'll call her and back out of it. No way I'd miss a chance to be with you, dude! She'll throw a shit-fit, but fuck it. We're already so over, the break-up is gonna come like an afterthought."
Luke looked at Logan, his grin and eyes sparkling: "Damn! A night alone with the biggest fuckin' crush o' my life. My first taste of gay sex! I am SOOOO fuckin' amped, dude, you got no idea! About two years of wild-ass fantasies o' mine are finally comin' true! With the hottest fucking boy in the world!"
He stroked a finger sexily down Logan's beautifully carved, lean chest and abs, ending on that smooth, mouth-watering cock, jerking the sleeve slowly back and forth.
"Fuck, dude, I'm gonna call Janie right now. Can you hand me my cellie? It's at the bottom of my backpack there by your feet?"
Logan fished around in Luke's pack and pulled out, not a cell phone but a pair of black basketball shorts.
"Uh, Luke, are these those workout shorts you 'forgot' to pack?"
Luke grinned, blushing. "Sorry, dawg. I ain't never made a pass at a gay dude before. Didn't know the playbook, so I had to call an audible."
"Fuck, Luke, that was one perfect spiral you launched - a sixty-yard Hail Mary right in the end zone. Shit, what a sneaky, sexy fucker you are, Brant. Here's your phone, dude."
Luke flipped the phone open and said, "Hey, speak of the fuckin' devil! I missed a text from Janie. NO FUCKIN' WAY! PERFECT! She texted ME to cancel tonight! What a fuckin' riot! She's goin' up to a lake cabin for the weekend with some o' the girls from the GSA meeting."
"Whoa! Call a porn film company! Hot girl-on-girl action this weekend! 'Young Lesbians at the Lake'! Ooooh, maybe they'll all bring their strap-on's. Seriously, though, think your girlfriend could be gay?"
"EX-girlfriend. And yeah, now I think on it, she could be. Had about as much interest in sex with me as you'd assume any normal lesbian would. Shit, no wonder we fizzled as a couple - closeted gay jock sex-fiend and smokin' hot young dyke. Well, we'll have coffee when she gets back and do the break-up thing. Gotta feelin' she'll be relieved as shit."
Logan drew close and put a gentle hand on Luke's head, to guide the boy's look toward him. When their eyes met, Luke saw Logan had a serious look on his face.
"Dude, you sure about this? I mean, there's a very good chance what you're feelin' for me could just be some horny bi-curious jock's walk on the wild side. It's happened to me many times in the past year, with jocks here at school I bet you know. Swore they were totally into me, then dumped me and ran back to their girlfriends after they got their taste of fucking and sucking with a dude."
"No shit? Which dudes you talkin' about?"
"I never kiss and tell, dawg. But seriously, Luke, are you sure? Cause I can't front, dude: I'm hot as fuck for you, head over fucking heels, in fact. I'm not gonna get over you as easily as I did with those other guys."
Luke put his hand on Logan's face, brushing those sexy wisps of hair away.
"Dude, are YOU sure? You sure I ain't just some weekend thrill for you, the curious, confused, possibly gay, dumb jock you want for your boy-toy this weekend? Or maybe I'm just, like, a charity fuck for the guy who ain't been laid in, like, forever?"
Logan laughed gently and threw his head back.
"Luke, if you knew how badly I wanted you, you'd probably turn and walk away right now. 'Charity fuck'? Look who's talkin' Mr. I-Own-This-School-I'm-So-Fucking-Hot. Luke, if I went to a dating service - which, I'd like you to know, I have no need of, thank you very much - and gave them my criteria in a guy: warm, funny, hot as fuck, kind, unpredictable, slightly goofy, muscles to die for, incredible ass, and the longest, thickest juiciest fuckin' length of uncut boymeat I've ever seen, only one picture would come up in their file: you."
"Aw, fuck! That's so damn hot to hear, dude!"
Luke was trembling with passion. Damn, he thought, am I ever in love or what?
"Let's get dressed and get to your fuckin' place, so we can get undressed and fuck all night!"
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