The Gay-Straight Alliance, part 6 By Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
"Are you freakin' kidding me?" Logan cried, utterly agog at the news. "There's a gay porn site with nude pics of you? I thought you said you were fucking straight?"
"Well, I WAS fucking straight, dude! I swear! I mean, well, sort of. I mean, okay, TECHnically, I guess, I was pretty much queer as shit cause, like, I mean, seriously, I've been hot for boys for, like, a really long time. But in actual FACT, well, I only fooled around with girls. And not that many o' them neither, to tell you the truth."
Luke looked sheepish.
"Fuck," he muttered, "sexually, I've been pretty much a lame."
Then he looked Logan dead in the eyes.
"Until you. Until today."
He looked down shyly. Then he got back to his explanation.
"But it's like I said: I been, like, FANtasizin' about hot-ass gay shit ever since -- well, it seems like ever since I realized what my cock is for, I guess. I mean, I look at gay porn sites ALL the damn time, dude! What can I say? I know what gets me off. Anyway, well, a while back, one of the sites I check out regularly -- it's got, like, pics and vids and links and, like, these really hot gay stories and all these chat boards -- I mean, I get off just READIN' about guys droolin' over dudes and talkin' about bein' gay `n' shit!
"Well anyway, they got this one section on their site where dudes can post pics o' themselves -- like nude n' shit, right? -- and a lotta of em are pretty average and shit, no major wood material, believe me, but some of em can be hot as fuck! And lots o' times when I'd be jackin' to the really hot pics, I'd think: Man, I wonder what the dudes on this site would think about MY cock, MY body. I mean, I think I look pretty hot, but, like, what would a bunch of really horny gay dudes into serious porn think about me, right? As like, you know, pure beef. Like, would I be attractive to gay dudes? Would they want me to fuck em, or would they wanna fuck me?"
"I can answer that, dude."
"Right. Down, boy. Lemme finish. Cause, like, this was important to me. To think of myself as potentially gay. As, like, someone who could live the life. Who could, like thrive. I dunno, it's hard to explain.
"Anyway, so one day I thought, why the fuck not? And so I took these nude shots of myself and posted `em! Wild, right? And fuck, dawg, I was nervous as fuckin' hell! Cause like, lotsa times dudes'll post shit -- pics o' their cock or their ass or their torso -- and maybe 1 or 2 guys'll say somethin', kinda lukewarm, and then, forget it, the thread dies cause, frankly, the guy's just not very hot. So I thought, shit, what if I post MY shit and I get, like, 1 or 2 ho-hum's, then zilch, nada, the void?! So I was kinda freakin' big time!
"But, dude! Unreal! It turns out a LOTTA fuckin' commented on my pics, in a MAJOR way, pretty much fuckin' salivatin' over me! Man, you'll see, they were like goin' nuts over me!"
"Jeez, I wonder why, dawg? Huh, imagine that!" Logan teased, stroking Luke's hardening cock through the overstretched pouch of his jock and sexily playing with the jock stud's hard nubby nips.
"Lemme tell ya," Luke went on, wanting to finish his prologue and show Logan the gallery of his photos, "for a boy who had sorta always identified at some level as straight -- well, as gay-curious straight, I guess (I mean, like really, gay-MAJOR-curious) -- it got me amped as hell, havin' dudes fien'in' over my body and cock and shit. I mean, it was, like, a MAJOR ego boost for me.
"Downside, though, I gotta say, it kinda freaked me out. I guess I felt like, I don't know . . . I mean, like now that I look back on it, I guess I felt like I was at a sort of crossroads, y'know? A kinda gay point of no return. Like, if I went further down that road, I was fuckin' REALLY gay -- that's it, game over, live with it, no goin' back. That would be my life from there on out. At some level, though, I knew I was; I mean, my desire for dudes was just too fuckin' strong. But it just freaked me out to actually have what I knew, down deep inside, to be true about myself come right out and stare me in the face like that, you know? It really forced me to be honest, to admit shit, and I guess I just wasn't ready for that then. So I never posted again and never even checked back on the thread.
"But shit," he smiled, loving the feel of Logan's sensuous hand job, "I'd really like you to see these pics, dawg. I think you might like `em, cause it seems, you know, like my body has this strange sort of effect on you."
And now it was Luke's turn to tease. He covered his huge hand over the sensuous fingers of Logan's that were stroking his hard, thick shaft and fisted his dick along with Logan, loving the sheer sensual bliss of the kind of sex-play he'd fantasized about for so long, the kind of sex that so perfectly satisfied the deep craving of his mind and body.
With his other hand, he fondled Logan's equally hard thickness through that sexy street-jock the boy was wearing, and licked and purred in his ear.
"Damn," he breathed huskily, "I might not a'wanted to admit I was gay then, but I sure as fuck am ready to admit it now. Fuck if it ain't fine as shit bein' with you like this, dude! Bein' able to do all the sexy-ass shit we can do together."
Luke proceeded to lavish his smoldering hunger all over Logan's tingling body, letting his hands and mouth roam and fondle with abandon, which only stoked Logan's fire. Together the two boys tongued and stroked each other's magnificent young torsos with wet, luscious hunger.
At some point, though, Luke realized they would either have to stop the foreplay or they were headed for a serious round of fucking. And he did want to show Logan the photos. So, ruefully, he seized some self-control.
"But seriously, you gotta check it out, dude!" Luke said, excitedly, breaking their sex-play. "Fire up your computer, and I'll show you the site. I'm curious as hell to see what you think."
The pics of course were incredible -- how could any nude photos of one of the most beautifully chiseled, incredibly well endowed, drop-dead handsome young muscle-studs not be? These, though, were made even more amazing for Logan because, up until about four hours ago, he never would have dreamed that the top athlete at his school, straight stud star QB Luke Brant, had posted hot nude pics of himself on a raunchy gay porn site. Too fucking much! And if an uber-straight, all-American boy like Luke had such a strong gay side, Logan figured, then they all did.
Logan began that unconscious stroking of his hardness, which comes as an almost Pavolovian response in any hot-blooded boy when he sees really steamy gay muscle porn, as he clicked through the scintillating erotica: several very sexy shots of Luke's incredibly cut chest and abs and those big chiseled marble-hard guns, then a wonderful series featuring that luscious-looking man-cock the young stud packed. First were several nudes of Luke soft -- his dreamily huge, oh-so-luscious cock all soft and smooth and thick and plump -- and then a couple of the young muscle-god hard -- his stiff, ramrod-straight cock even bigger and thicker, just bursting with the promise of imminent pleasure.
Another group of photos, achingly gorgeous, showed Luke from behind: that sweet, smooth, beautifully carved muscle-ass just crying out to be tongued or fucked. In a couple, he was even spreading his cheeks like some wanton, cock-hungry bottom-slut, showing his naturally smooth crack and that tight, tempting little pucker. In the last few shots he'd posted, he wore a jockstrap, and few boys could fill out a jock pouch better than Luke -- every inch of that huge, thick sausage was deliciously easy to make out under the worn, stretched mesh, the whole package perfectly set off by that set of ripped, carved abs.
Logan laughed to read the user name Luke had used when he posted this hot porn: `18 yr old sexy-ass football stud' -- fuck, he didn't know exactly how old Luke was when he'd posted these amazing pics, but his porn-name sure got the rest right.
"You took these by yourself?" Logan asked, clicking through the series a second time, truly amazed that Luke was able to achieve such hot, high-quality amateur porn by himself.
Luke nodded, proud.
"How the fuck'd you do it, dude? I mean, you ain't holdin' a camera in front of a mirror in any of `em. And how'd you get those incredible shots o' your ass?"
Luke smiled a shit-eating grin. He'd always been pleased with his skill at figuring out how to take those sexy pics.
"Tripod and timer. Took me a while to set up the shot and mess with the lighting, then it was easy. They're kinda hot, no?"
"Yeah, like fuckin' lava is hot. They're kinda fuckin' incredible, Luke! Shit, am I ever gonna be strokin' to these for like the next seventy years."
Somehow, he tore his gaze away from the pics for a bit, in order to scan through the comments those photos received. As expected, they were full of the kind of drools and howls one would expect from a group of sex-addled dudes thrown a side of such amazingly hot beef: I wanna worship you, fuck you, be fucked by you, lick you, suck you, swallow you, ride you, all night, all day, any time, right now. One after another were full of almost pained paeans to the extraordinary perfection of Luke's cock and balls and chest and arms and abs and ass. Logan realized that he could have written any one of those comments, had he happened upon that thread one night, surfing the gay porn sites. Luke had a body that inspired unbridled testosterone-fueled foot-stomping and wolf-whistling.
Logan immediately bookmarked the page on his computer and downloaded all 25 pictures. Luke watched with pride as Logan first moved all the pics to a folder labeled "Smokin Hottt!!!!" and then chose one of the pics, a shot of him in his jock, huge hard meat bulging deliciously, as his desktop wallpaper. Luke was fairly amazed to see himself again in this shot, in another context like this -- after all these months, it looked like someone else, like a porn star. Is my dick REALLY that enormous, he wondered, giddy and excited, cause it seemed to him easily as big as the big-dicked guys he stroked to, those dudes who always got him off, the ones he thought had such huge, luscious cocks. DAMN, he thought to himself, you're fuckin' hot as fuck, Brant!
"Come on," Logan said, excitedly, "let's take a bunch more now -- you in jocks and underwear, you nude and posing, then some of you playing with that big-ass dick, maybe fingering your hole--dudes LOVE that shit! Then we'll post `em, and after dinner we can see how many comments you get!"
"Awesome!" Luke grinned.
They ran to Logan's room, where he got his camera, then back to his father's armoire, where both boys rummaged through, each taking a handful of the sexiest jocks and briefs they could find. Then they went to the sleek, beautifully appointed living room, which Logan felt had the best lighting and a very cool setting -- overstuffed couches and pillows and a great wallpaper covered in a lush, exotic fern pattern.
Excitedly, they proceeded to dress Luke in a series of very hot male underwear. With each change, Luke would go through a series of poses he thought looked pretty sexy. Logan would simply howl in agreement and click. Sometimes Logan couldn't resist a little porn-shoot direction: "Pull that big cock outta that jock pouch! That's it!" or "Lower the waistband til about a quarter-inch of shaft is showin'! Perfect!" or "Now turn around and lemme get a few of that sweet, fuckin' ass in that nice tight jock!" or "Yeah! Flex those abs a little more, son! Damn, looks like you got 8 huge pieces of stuffed ravioli plastered against your stomach. Fuck! are you ever hot!"
It was such a rush for Luke to dress in that sexy gear and show off his body. Making it even hotter was thinking of all those dudes who'd soon be beating off to these pics. That really inspired Luke to flex and fondle and tweak and preen, channeling his inner whore.
For Logan, it was one of the most exciting things he'd ever done with another dude (outside of fucking, of course -- and, hell, he had to admit, taking amateur porn of Luke Brant was probably more exciting than fucking most boys he knew). Logan loved seeing Luke in all those sexy jocks and briefs and trunks: Luke had such a big, beautiful package, it deserved exquisite gift-wrap.
But unwrapped was just fine, too: Seeing it beautifully exposed so much these past few hours, Logan was becoming a connoisseur of Luke's huge, thick length jock-meat. He frankly couldn't tell which delicious variant of it he liked more: all long and soft and floppy and succulent, a big thick sausage hanging down over that full, luscious sac, loping and swaying in slow, juicy splendor; or semi-hard, thicker and sleeker and longer, beginning to jut and bounce over his big, low-swinging sac; or straight-up hard and awesome, a raging stud-cock erection, all ripe and randy and ready for Logan's hungry mouth or hole to devour. And in each incarnation of that tempting length of boy-flesh, there was that plump cock-head, sheathed in its thick, meaty foreskin, looking like a big, scrumptious bonbon, artfully wrapped, holding the exciting promise of something tasty inside.
When they were done with the pics, Logan transferred the photos to his laptop. The boys lay nude together amid Logan's rich, luxurious bedclothes as they clicked through the hundred or so pics, trying to cull the sexiest of the lot. Once they had about twenty samples of some of the hottest porn either boy had seen, Luke typed his login ID into the site, started a new thread (typing in, "Hey, dudes! Haven't posted in a while! Miss me?" then watched as Logan uploaded the photos.
Luke mused dreamily as Logan worked. He couldn't help but think how much a part of his daily life his bookmarked gay sites were. Probably for most young dudes these days, he figured, even most of the so-called `straight' ones, gay porn was an absolute staple, like beer and sports and working out. Especially young cats like him, totally into their body, who needed to get off several times a day. Luke could speak from experience: there was NOTHIN' that got a young dude hotter and harder faster, that led to waaayyyyy more satisfying stroke sessions, than hardcore gay porn -- swingin' dicks, hard jutting cocks, luscious foreskin, solid cut muscle, hot asses -- nothing spoke more directly to a virile young boy's libido. It wasn't even something you could rationally analyze, Luke knew; rather, it was like there was this strong, direct, hot-wired current, bypassing the brain, running straight from the optic nerve to the gonads, so when a young dude saw some hot gay muscle-porn, arousal was pretty fuckin' immediate.
Every hot, red-blooded boy in the age of the internet, Luke was willing to bet serious bank, spent a sizable amount of time checkin' out porn sites that featured hot dudes. He grinned when he thought about how much seed was probably spilled by just the jocks in his own high school every day while checking out all-male porn sites. Must be a gallon or so, easy. Shit, he thought, stroking Logan's beautifully muscled back and ass as his friend finished tranferring the photos, if only all these hot, so-called straight boys could be cool and honest about their homoerotic lust, bring their horned-up desire out in the open, then dudes could all check out hot gay porn together when they hung out. Once they got to strokin' together and checkin' each other out, then the casual suckin' and fuckin' and shit would start. Fuck, Luke thought knowingly, his cock ragingly hard now at his high school jock-lust fantasy, it'd sure make friendships between us hot dudes a helluva lot more interesting.
Logan, utterly amped and randy after taking all those sexy pics of such a supremely hot stud, was ripe for sex. And having his newest favorite porn star right there in bed with him was like some crazy fantasy where you get all hard and hot and stoked to fuck from seeing a photo set of some ridiculously sexy muscle-god, and then, magically, the lust object suddenly appears, in the lusciously muscular flesh, right there next to you.
Needless to say, Luke was as horned-up as his fuck buddy.
Not wasting a minute, as soon as Logan flipped his laptop closed and put in on the floor next to him, the two boys began stroking and fondling and kissing in fevered earnest.
After a few minutes, their initial erotic need slaked, they settled in to the kind of love-making each boy thrilled to. Logan rubbed hard and firm and passionate up and down Luke's screamingly hard shaft, while his other hand roughly traced the grooves of Luke's washboard. Luke bent close, and the two boys kissed and tongued with the raw, scorching hunger of a young male's lust for another hot boy.
Still kissing, Logan went from tracing Luke's deeply-cut abs up to circle the hard, nubby, sensitive nipples on those beautifully carved pecs; his other hand moved from slow, sexy shaft-stroking to some rough but sensuous sac-play. Luke was moaning and gasping, his tongue dancing like a furious, giddy dervish in Logan's mouth. Logan thought to himself how thrilled he was to have been the one to initiate Luke into sex with another boy; he was so turned on to be able to show the previously het stud all the different kinds of pleasure two boys could have together -- especially two such hot muscle-boys as they were.
Logan felt precum begin oozing out of that throbbing jock-meat; he squeezed as much as he could out onto his fingers and fed them to Luke's hungry lips, making the young stud grunt loudly in delight. Then Logan licked the taste of Luke's jock-honey off the boy's tongue and lips, and bent down to get a fresh taste right from the source.
Sex for these two young jock-studs was in large part the deep, sheer desire for boy-sex raging through them almost constantly. But also a part of it was a kind of logical outgrowth of the athletic camaraderie that so many young male athletes had in working out their bodies with one another -- like so many fit, active boys throughout history, Luke and Logan simply pushed the pleasure and passion they took in physical training with each other to the ultimate extreme, that of sexual intimacy. And so these two robust youths fell into a vigorous, slurpy round of 69ing there on the bed as naturally and innocently and as eagerly as they might have otherwise picked up a Frisbee and tossed it around or played a hard-driving game of HORSE on the playground courts.
The two boys relished each other's cocks. At his first taste of another boy's meat, Luke's strong, innate hunger for dick had blossomed. Still a little raw in his technique, he made up for it with a lustful enthusiasm that was sloppy, perhaps, but very sexy. He sucked and tongued and lapped and licked til Logan was spronging with hardness.
Logan licked and sucked and swirled Luke's ten thick inches as if he were devouring his last meal, gorging away with abandon. He laved that smooth choice fuckstick up and down, played sexily with the tip and foreskin while teasing Luke's big droopy ball-sac, then he got down to some serious cock-sucking, quickly taking the whole shaft down his meat-parched throat.
Luke moaned in a balls-deep ecstasy. He pulled off Logan's dick in order to exult in the unparalleled pleasure of a first-class dick-sucking. The intense thrill he took in it, and the knowledge that Luke's cock had never had the oral attention it so well merited, inspired Logan's efforts. It was a joy to hear Luke's moans and cries and shouts, and feel his body wriggle and writhe in ecstasy as he worked that huge hard shaft.
Luke couldn't help himself: He pressed the back of Logan's head, idly playing with a few wispy strands of that longish, dirty-blonde hair as he churned his hips to drive his big cock in and out of Logan's delicious mouth. Soon, using Logan's ponytail as a kind of rein, he began seriously face-fucking Logan's grunting mouth. The feeling was indescribable.
As he thrust repeatedly into Logan's slurping, hungry mouth, he turned and caught sight of himself in the full-wall bedroom mirror. His naked, chiseled torso, sprawled atop the plush blankets and covers of Logan's elegant bed, looked so freaking awesome as he rammed his cock home over and over, into the grateful mouth of the naked, leanly muscled hottie kneeling worshipfully at his crotch. After a few minutes of skull-fucking, he let go of Logan's hair and let the skilled cocksucker pleasure his dick in whatever way he chose.
"Aw fuck, Logan, that's SOOOOOO fucking fine!" he groaned after a few more minutes of utter sensual bliss. "Fuck, I fuckin' LOVE how you suck my cock!"
Logan stopped sucking in order to tongue Luke's wet shaft and balls. His mouth, coming off that huge glistening prick, was a faucet of thick drool.
"Such a tasty fuckin' cock, dawg," he gurgled thickly. "Don't think I'll ever get my fill o' this choice fuckin' meat, stud."
He went back to servicing that fine dick with the full-bore relish it deserved. While he sucked, his fingers began to play up and down in the crack of Luke's smooth muscle-ass, then began to poke teasingly in the boy's tight, moist hole, getting an even deeper groan from the now-delirious football hunk, whose strong ass muscles began clenching intently at Logan's prodding thumb, aggressively trying to wring every ounce of pleasure possible from being finger-fucked. Logan deftly replaced his thumb with two fingers, using one to find and then tickle the muscle-stud's prostate. Luke's guttural rumble rose quickly to a delighted squeal. Logan smiled to think what a hot, insatiable boy-slut this formerly straight football god had become.
"Fuck, dude, keep slickin' up my dick! I want it nice and lubed so I can fuck that sleek, tight ass o' yours! Fuck, Logan, you make me horny like 24/7! You are SOOOO damn sexy, dude. I'm like fuckin' obsessed with you, dawg! Can't think o' one fuckin' thing now `cept sex with you!"
"HELL YESSS!!! Logan whooped, then slightly shifted his position, wriggling his ass a little further up on Luke's face, so he could continue to service that huge, glistening, saliva-slurpy cock while Luke readied his hole to take that serious length of boy-cock. Tingling in anticipation of another awesome rimming from Luke, Logan settled his smooth crack right over his friend's hot, moist mouth.
After a few minutes of lapping and tonguing and sucking and fingering, the fever was too strong on Logan; he was consumed with a singular lust-need: a fucking from Luke. So the lithe young gymnast shifted his position again, flipping his firm, muscular legs all the way over his head, presenting Luke with his smooth, sexy crack upon which to lavish his singular oral lust. Luke crouched over Logan's head and proceeded to tongue and finger and kiss with abandon, quickly turning Logan's ass into a slick, slobbery, sensual delight.
Luke had always loved eating pussy, but rimming was way hotter -- a tight little rosebud was about the sexiest thing on earth to lick and lap, not only because it was so perfect and puckery to start with, and then was so awesome as it magically relaxed and opened. Plus, as you worked on a boy-hole, you could reach round and stroke a hard, thick shaft or jostle a nice, full nutsac. And there was, of course, the ultimate prize -- no question but that a hot, tight hole was a thousand times more sensual to bone than a loose, sloppy girl-slit.
As he chowed down on Logan's sweet ass, Luke rubbed his bristly chin all over the boy's slick, gleaming, perfectly shaped pucker. That light, sexy little patch he'd kept unshaved and neatly trimmed for years now -- Luke realized then, hearing Logan's sexy moans, that it was actually a key sexual accoutrement for a young gay stud. That coarse little rasp of almost-beard must feel hot as hell during a good rimming, Luke smiled to himself. He began alternating tonguing and fingering with chin-rubbing, loving to hear Logan's cries pitch up to another level of ecstasy. So this is what this little chinstache of mine is all about, he marveled. Damn, he thought to himself, it's like I been prepping for this life for years: developing my body, making it sexy and muscled as hell, grooming it right, studying the sex online: it's like, subconsciously, I was teachin' myself how to be gay.
Luke worked and worked at pleasuring Logan's ass, opening that tight, tempting hole, relishing every drop of this robust new sex-life of his, one that was physically so satisfying, so all-consuming, a total body-rush, suffused with rich, athletic abandon. He still had the fresh, rapturous buzz at being able to indulge in such thrillingly satisfying muscle-sex with a partner who craved it, who exulted in it, as much as he did. His muscles felt so fuckin' good as he romped there on the bed with Logan.
He continued to lick and tongue-fuck and finger and massage Logan's hole with a kind of dreamy delirium, mesmerized by watching that cute little pucker stretch ever-so-teasingly wider and seeing those big boy-nuts of Logan's jostle so sexily in their velvety sac.
As Luke worked his hole, Logan pleasured that thick, hefty horse-cock of Luke's waggling right in front of his face. He sucked and licked it to a hard, raging sheen, delirious at the thought of how good that steel-hard length of boy-shaft would soon feel oozing its way into his ass.
"Fuck, dawg," Luke panted, in the throes of outrageously satisfying sex, "eat my ass a little to get me even harder, so I can tear up this fuckin' shit I'm rimmin' here!"
The two young studs tongued each other's holes in giddy delight, knowing their sex-play was about to move to the round of serious fucking. Luke moaned and groaned in utter delight -- even though he'd never had one before Logan, he'd craved a rim job for so much of his sexual life. As he watched pics or vids on the net, or read porn-story descriptions, he'd moisten his finger and play with his hole, imagining how good mouth and tongue would feel there. And now that sweet, mind-bending pleasure was wonderfully available.
Then, almost as if he had an alarm go off in his dick, Luke knew it was time. He pulled up off Logan's crack, flipped the lean, sinewy gymnast onto his back (stopping to give his beautiful new friend a hot, quick, breathless kiss), then, quickly hoisting the boy's hips onto his strong shoulders, he slowly plowed his wet, meaty hardness into Logan's spit-drenched love tunnel. Slowly, at first, he worked his huge girth in and out, an inch or so at a time, to the sweet accompaniment of Logan's guttural cries, until finally his pubes mashed against Logan's smooth taint.
He let his hardness fill Logan for a bit, gazing at the look of lust-drenched ecstasy on his friend's face. Then he commenced to fucking, savoring each sweet thrust into what was a kind of small, wondrous paradise. Slow, steady strokes at first, a heady exultant fuck, and then, as the sheer pleasure of a warm, tight boy-ass suffused him, and as he felt Logan rocking and riding his ass on his long, pulsating hardness, he began to fuck hard and insistent. When he was in that rare pleasure-zone, he reached down and grabbed the smooth firm shaft of Logan's bobbing and jostling in front of him, so he could jack those eight hard inches while he pleasured the boy's ass.
As he fucked Logan aggressively, athletically, Luke pumped and tensed his beautifully carved body. The sight of it, rippling and straining in a hard-core sexual workout, was an erotic vision for Logan, getting him harder and more sex-drenched. Already lust-fevered and rock-hard from all those porn pic's of Luke, their sexy-jock foreplay, and that massive diamond-hard shaft hitting his nut, this muscle-porn live sex show happening right there in front of him sent him right over the edge, and rope after rope of thick, hot cream began spurting deliciously from his engorged cock.
"AW FUCK, LUKE!!! FUCK!! TOO FUCKIN" MUCH!! SO FUCKIN" HOT!!" he chanted, as blast after blast of his cum coated both their bodies.
As Luke continued to pleasure-pound his ass, Logan fingered gobs of cum off his ripped washboard and reached down to lube up Luke's hard, thick, pistoning shaft and slather his tightening nut-sac. Luke moaned with the hot sexiness of Logan's cum-play. He bent down and kissed his dream-lover, giving Logan's wonderfully tight ass a few more short, quick rabbit-fucks until he, too, came with a mind-rupturing orgasm, then collapsed in delicious exhaustion onto the warm muscular frame of his first gay lover.
When he caught his breath, he fingered up gobs of the hot jock-spunk dripping out of Logan's cream-filled ass and fed them to his lover and himself.
But neither boy was tired; they were both so turned on by each other's young ripe muscles and the outrageous reality of this improbable hook-up. So Logan, soon throbbingly hard again after stroking and kissing his Adonis-stud lover, lay back and motioned for Luke to ride him. The hot jock QB smiled shyly, gave his new boyfriend a kiss, then straddled Logan's hips, reached around, and worked that hard cock into his eagerly twitching hole.
Soon he was pumping and wriggling his agile, well-muscled flanks up and down on Logan's hardness, ecstatic at the still-new thrill of his ass being pleasured by a huge, hard boy-cock. Logan looked up through his lust-haze at the vision of Luke's gorgeously carved torso twisting and turning as it rode his cock. He looked like some awesomely sexy rodeo hunk. As he felt Luke writhe and press his hips insistently, hungry to use every micro-inch of Logan's hardness to give him maximum pleasure, Logan smiled to think how quickly Luke's deep, slavish hunger for cock had blossomed. He reached up to jack his cowboy's huge shaft and fondle that big, beefy ballsac as this freshly turned gay stud rode him like a cock-crazed whore.
The two of them, so youthfully hard and ready for rutting, were like lusty young satyrs of classical mythology, bodies ripe with constant, leering horniness -- but these muscular young Pans had no interest in juicy dalliances with sweet young nymphs; rather, these two randy goat-gods were aflame only for fevered, night-long love-play with another of their kind: their raging desire could only be sated by the pleasures of firm, rippling boy-flesh; long thick cocks and full bouncing ball-pouches; and the wanton promise of a smooth, firm, tight, hungry ass.
After this second fuck, Logan slapped Luke's ass and told him it was time to fix dinner. So they each grabbed a piece of the sexy male lingerie that littered the room, pulled it up their muscular lower bodies to just barely cover their full, thick, well-fucked cocks, and headed to
Both of them were in a dreamy sort of body-ecstasy as they floated through the elegant, softly lit loft. To be able to exult in their musculature -- nude, or, what was somehow even more erotic, semi-nude -- feeling all the ripe, coiled, sexual power in their well-worked frames, and letting the sight of another hot boy play along their brain and cock like thrumming fingers, was like living in their steamiest fantasy. It was soooo sexy to see a beautifully big-dick jock teen saunter around the condo in the skimpiest of jocks or underwear, that thick length of boy-meat barely covered by the teasing scrap of fabric. Luke, especially, looked absolutely incredible, that enormous bulge of long, fat dick almost bursting from the ultra-low pair of white briefs he was wearing. As they buzzed around the kitchen, messing with dinner, taking hits of pot and swigs of beer, Logan couldn't keep his greedy hands off that tempting prize, rubbing and fondling it sexily every few minutes, keeping it huge and semi-hard, so it was ready to pleasure or be pleasured at a moment's notice.
After he'd cut up the vegetables for the salad, Luke nuzzled up next to Logan, who was finishing the potato gratin. As Logan worked, Luke played lovingly with his friend's dark blonde, longish hair, running his fingers through it, gathering it up, and giving lightly sensuous kisses to Logan's neck every so often. He spied a hair-band on the kitchen counter and grabbed, so he could put Logan's hair into that sexy ponytail he thought the boy looked so hot in. His thick cock, bulging in those thin, low-cut briefs, brushed Logan's thigh and ass as he worked.
Logan tingled at the incredibly homoerotic, almost feminine thrill of a major jock-stud like Luke Bryant fussing with another boy's hair. And there was also the thrill of Luke's thick, stiffening cock brushing against him. His own teen prick began to thicken in hard, steamy arousal, sexily tenting the pouch of the jock he wore.
After he'd fixed his lover's hair, Luke's hands played over Logan's smooth, svelte, carved muscle, sensuously teasing wave after wave of hot passion from his thrilled partner.
Fuck, Logan thought to himself, having Luke around like this is the sexiest time he's ever spent. He absolutely never wanted this dream to end. He knew later he'd confess these feelings to Luke -- there was no way he could keep this excitement to himself. He only hoped, desperate and love-sick at the thought, that the newly gay muscle-stud was feeling the same way: namely, that a very serious, very satisfying relationship was quickly blooming between these two beautiful boys.
The gratin finished, he turned around and hugged his jock-stud lover sensuously. The boys' hard cocks mashed together, fusing to each other in desire. Luke's huge, strong hands reached around and cupped Logan's smooth, firm ass, teasingly unclad in the jock he wore; then, while their stiff young pricks thrummed against each other in fevered lust-pulse, his long middle finger played up and down the boy's crack in a slow, steamy rhythm, pausing every so often to poke and prod at that tightly puckered pleasure-gate, in a kind of shy yet frank admission of how much he longed to be in there.
"Fuck, are you ever addicted to boy-ass! Time enough for more o' that shit later, cock-hound! I wanna start the coals and throw these steaks on. Fill up another bowl and I'll get us some more beers. Then we'll commence to firin' up the grill. And much as I hate to say it, it's gonna be a little chilly out there, so we should put some clothes on. Where'd you drop your jeans?"
"Actually, I was thinkin' o' wearin' a pair o' those thermals I saw in your dad's underwear stash. Ya think he'd mind? I love wearin' a tight pair o' long johns. I think they make me look sexy as hell."
"Oh shit, YEAH!" Logan said, juiced on the thought of seeing that sexy-ass muscle-frame shrunk-wrapped in skin-tight thermals. "You KNOW I wanna see your ass in some of that shit, lookin' so tight, like they was painted on!
"But fuck," he added, giving a frank, sexy feel to Luke's huge basket, "what I really wanna see if how hot this fuckin' horse-cock o' yours is gonna look in `em!"
First, though, the boy's did another quick bowl. They were both giddily riding the best high of their lives: a mind-bending cocktail of pot, beer, testosterone, cum, and boy-flesh. Once they finished their puffs, each holding and lighting the pipe for the other, they kissed sensuously, mashing tongues, savoring the smoky traces of cannabis in each other's mouths. They popped the tops on some cold ones and headed for Logan's father's armoire.
Sure enough, once Luke wriggled into the too-small pair of long johns, Logan was flush with excitement. How friggin' hot the stud looked: that beautifully rippling, hard-carved muscle-frame, clad in the skimpiest, sexiest sheath of cloth.
"Shit, dude," Logan said, in low-hushed, erotic awe, "them's the sexiest yet! Look at that long, thick, sweet-ass cock o' yours! You can see every fuckin' vein, them drawers are so tight! Turn around . . . . Fuck YEAH! They're huggin' your butt so fuckin' tight, I can see like an inch-deep of ass-crack! An those sexy damn dimples in your glutes. Fuck, we GOTTA do some more photos before we go out and grill!"
For Luke, every minute of his time with Logan was turning out to be the most sexually exciting of his life. To have another hot boy to share his deepest pleasures with -- not just the fucking and sucking and stroking, but the sexy underwear and jockstraps, the posing, the porn, the pot, the music, the muscle. He felt so much himself with Logan, it was unbelievable -- this was his world, him at what he knew was his realest, truest self, doing all his favorite shit. And now, suddenly, he had this beautiful, sexy, hard-bodied, intelligent, witty, utterly horny boy to share it with -- having revealed to him the true pleasures of sex. It felt like he and Logan had been somehow enchanted at birth, then separated, fated to find each other.
He threw on his jean jacket. Logan was dressed in a tight, low-neck thermal shirt, which really showed off his hot, cut upper body, and a pair of tight, low-riding jeans. It was so cool, Luke thought, they were like yin/yang in their thermal/denim outfits. Luke hoped Logan would give him some fashion tips: after seeing all the hot sexy male clothing there at the condo, Luke was really amped to start dressing way sexier, in a way that would really turn boys on, and that would give off a total gay-stud vibe.
After the coals were lit, both boys chilled in the twilight splendor of the Brants' downtown rooftop patio. Logan was used to the wondrous space -- a pleasure-garden in the midst of towers of concrete and glass, stars glittering above, car lights and store lights and street lights way down below, and the window lights of all the skyscrapers teeming around them. A couple more puffs from Luke's pot, and they began seriously making out in the heady, romantic, open-air setting. High and horny, they began fevered stroking of each other's beautifully defined chests while kissing with a hunger neither thought could ever be satisfied. Logan went from stroking Luke's thick, impressive hardness through those tight, sexy thermals to kneeling down and sucking that huge spronging hardness until Luke shot a thick hot load in his mouth.
They kissed, sharing Luke's cream, and then Luke was down on his knees.
"Mmmmm," Logan moaned, at the sexy wondrousness of it all, "this is the way to wait for the fuckin' coals to get hot. I want you at all my barbecues from here on out, dawg!"
"Fuck," Luke gasped, sucking in air from his fevered cock-sucking, "if those coals were as hot as we were, we could sizzle up those steaks in no time!"
After Logan shot another load in Luke's grateful mouth, they kissed, and then checked the grill. Perfect. So Logan threw on the steaks that he'd had marinating in oil and pepper.
More stroking and fondling as Logan grilled.
"I gotta say, this shit with you never gets old, dawg," Luke purred, and he stroked and fondled Logan's pecs and ass.
Logan brought in the steaks and put them on the dining room table, artfully set with his family's best china, crystal, and silver. The boys took off their tops, so they could ogle each other's sexy chest as they ate.
Then Logan served the salad and gratin and opened a bottle of his folks' best cabernet. He poured Luke a glass, got one for himself, and they toasted to the amazing wondrousness of this day.
As Luke took a sip, he smiled to think about the kind of night his other buds on the team were probably having: drinking too much cheap beer, trying unsuccessfully to get pussy from their girlfriends (most of whom, he now realized, were either out or closet lesbians), and then, when their girlfriends went to sleep, drinking and smoking and playing video games, cruising each other, he laughed now to realize, in closeted gay lust for the ripe athletic bodies around them.
The dinner was superb. Luke kept making toasts to Logan throughout the meal, which never failed to get a shy, embarrassed, but utterly horny reaction from his sexy friend.
Afterwards, they stripped out of the little shreds of clothing they were wearing -- it was beyond time to gaze on each other's nude splendor again -- and Logan tidied up the dining room and kitchen while Luke did the dishes.
"So whaddya wanna do tonight?" Logan asked when he had everything put away, hugging Luke from behind as he was rinsing the dishes, enclosing him in a quietly smoldering embrace, running his hands all up and down the young quarterback's ripped biceps and pecs and abs and cock. Luke leaned back and luxuriated in Logan's embrace. He loved having his strong, beautifully worked body worshipped like this. His girlfriend almost never did it.
"I mean," Logan went on, breathing hot in Luke's ear, sending a shiver through the boy's hardening cock, "besides fucking -- that's a given. But you wanna just hang here, play video games or watch vids? Or, there's this really cool all-ages gay club I go to a lot. Great dance music and seriously hot boys. You'd fit right in, dawg. Plus I know you are a way hot dancer."
"Shit," Logan purred, hot and sultry in Luke's ear and sensuously stroking up and down Luke's long, thick, now-hard cock with one hand while tweaking his nips with the other, "we might even bring a cute boy or two home with us."
Luke's mind burst into excitement at the thought; so many of his hottest gay fantasies included three-ways or four-ways or more-ways.
"Whaddya say, stud, too soon for your first orgy?"
"That sounds freakin' hot as fuck," Luke admitted, "but actually I'd sorta just like to stay in tonight and fool around with you. It's like fuckin' paradise, like the most exciting fucking night of my life. Can't fuckin' get enough of this sex with you, dawg! Maybe tomorrow night we could hit the clubs, or like next weekend?"
Logan thrilled to hear Luke planning even this minor of a future with them together.
"But hey," Luke added, "before it gets much later, I better text my folks and tell `em I'm spendin' the night with a bud."
"Fuck, do I ever like the sound of Luke Brant spendin' the night with me," Logan sexily cooed, as he continued stroking Luke's huge shaft. "Shit, is that ever music to my ears."
Luke dug his phone out of his backpack. As his fingers worked the phone keys, Luke smiled to himself. His folks were used to getting messages like this, an overnight that just sort of developed between him and another dude, or a couple of dudes. He'd had sleepovers with most of the guys on the team all throughout high school. But this was the first sleepover where there'd be sex, actual sleeping with the other dude. In fact, Luke thought to himself, what this is is the first sleepover like it was supposed to be -- at least what a sleepover with two sexually mature boys should be. It was one thing for young dudes to sleep over and watch TV and eat pizza and do stupid kid stuff, but when dudes got to realizing what their dicks were for, this is the kind of shit they should be doin' -- what Logan and he were going to be all about that night.
He smiled ruefully as he thought back on the overnights he'd had with his team mates; those achingly frustrating evenings (he could finally admit to himself) with other built jocks; getting high and drunk, finding some excuse to wear as little as possible (in order to show off their hot bodies to each other, sending out signals they maybe didn't even know they were sending out, at least Luke didn't, and being way too shy and confused to act on); playing video games to sublimate their desire for each other. Early on, when their bodies were first blooming into ripe masculinity, they would wrestle with each other, teasing when one of them got hard; lately it's been watching porn with other dudes -- straight porn, but Luke knew how much he mainly focused on guys' muscles and dicks and asses, he bet the other dudes did, too.
He remembered the first time when he and another dude decided to stroke off together to the porn they watched -- it was last year, he and Matty. It was so hot, trying to get as many nonchalant looks at his beefy friend's dick as he could, and loving to watch Matty shoot (way too fuckin' soon -- shit, he wished they coulda stroked their hard cocks together all night). He came so close while they were stroking to reaching over and asking Matty, as coolly as he could, if he'd like some help with that, they way dudes did it in all the porn he read, but he'd chickened out. But it sure as hell was hot -- both dudes frontin' on how horny they were, not getting' any from their girl, fuckin' sucks, yeah, really need to get off, good idea, dawg. Since then, he'd done it a few more times -- a couple more times with Matty and a couple times with other dudes. Every boy was always so fucking agreeable to do it each time Luke `casually' suggested it. Damn, Luke could now admit -- until this awesome day with Logan, that was about the hottest sex he'd had. Bet that was true for the other boys, too. Shit, he realized, he's gonna have to put the moves on Matty way fucking soon.
He sent his text and then spent an incredible night with Logan -- watching gay porn, playing Madden, smoking, sipping some more wine, and fucking and sucking to their heart's content. At one point, they logged onto the website where they'd posted Luke's latest batch of porn pics. They both whooped and hollered as they read through 3 pages worth of comments (about twenty-some comments per page) of the most lust-addled drooling imaginable -- dude after dude wanted to suck, fuck (or be fucked by), lick, and just generally worship Luke's incredible body all day, night, or some other extended stretch of time. Exclamation marks abounded. You could just sense the hardness in each guy who wrote in. Many even announced they'd pumped a load.
It was easily the best night of Luke's young life; he felt like a sad, starving, homeless dude who'd suddenly learned a forgotten relative had died and left him a fortune, allowing him to move from hopeless poverty to penthouse splendor overnight; his days of frustrated scrounging over, every need now luxuriously seen to. That was Luke's sexual trajectory -- he'd gone from starved, barren want to rich, ridiculously wonderful erotic excess in one day. Logan was catering to his every sexual need, ministering even to needs he didn't know he'd had, like rimming and tongue-baths and nipple-tweaking. His huge, thick cock now bounced and swayed with the full, plump certainty of all the satisfying sex ahead of him.
He realized now how alone he'd been in life, even during his long relationship with Janie. That had been barely a romance, something totally devoid of intimacy. He couldn't believe he'd wasted so much time in something that brought him so little pleasure. It was like he and Janie were just going through the motions, doing what was expected of the cool kids in school. When they were alone together, all she did was either express disinterest or else tease him to the point of hard, precum-dripping frustration (and then say he was either too big or she was having her period or his uncut cock was kinda gross or they should wait til they were really sure or, finally, sorry, but she just wasn't really in the mood).
So Luke had learned to pleasure himself, learned about what got him turned on most. And it was dudes, of course: he'd jack off regularly to gay internet porn, just about every night, it seemed, when he wasn't out with his buds. And, usually, even when he was, after a night out with those other awesomely fit, dead-sexy jock dudes he hung with, coming home with a head full of fantasies starring the hot boys he'd slyly scoped out all night, horny with young, gay, unconsummated lust, he'd eagerly pore over all the gay portal sites and bulletin boards he'd bookmarked, soaking up descriptions of gay sex and ogling pictures and vids of scorchingly hot dudes doing the hottest, nastiest shit.
For the past couple of years, Luke had studied gay porn with the zeal of a scholar. It was the same meticulous preparation he gave to learning Coach's playbook. He knew just which sites got him hardest and he'd check them out for any hot recent updates to download. He had a short-list of his favorite porn stars, both professional and -- his real favorites -- the amateur dudes on the college sites: sexy dudes with great bodies and really hot cocks who never failed to get him off in solo vids or team-ups. He'd luxuriate for an hour or more at a time in his virtual gay life, going through site after site, edging to an almost painful point of ecstasy, and then he'd shoot a huge, wonderfully messy load.
Or he'd slowly, sensually make love to his cock and balls and ass and muscles in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, utterly amped at what a hot fucking body flexed and rippled and posed in front of him, especially turned on my the huge, hard length of thick young jock-meat throbbing and twitching as he stroked to his fine-ass reflection.
Or else he'd just lie in bed, lazily jacking his hard, thick tool, while his mind was awhirl with an orgy of XXX-rated gay daydreams, dick-stiffening fantasies featuring him and the other hot young jocks at school, all naked and horny in the gym or shower or locker room, and suddenly one or more of their hot young bear coaches walks in and catches them in a fevered session of boy-sex; they pull out their thick, hard, man-sized pricks and join in, the older dudes plowing one hot young jock-ass after another. He could always get himself off with these luscious, cum-drenched fantasies of naked jock lust.
Until today, though, with Logan, he'd been petrified to even think about voicing his most secret, most intensely pleasurable desires to another boy, in however halting or coded a way. He'd thought he'd never be able to express these deeply yeaning passions of his, hoping almost that he'd maybe outgrow them -- but now, with Logan, it seemed like he finally had the chance to grow into a life filled with the kind of sex he'd longed for so intensely. A life as the young, gay, sexual dynamo he'd lived in his mind for so long.
The wondrous novelty of gay sex had worn off a bit for Luke that evening, but what replaced it was something real and strong and vibrant: the seriousness, the frankness, the sheer, raw, everydayness of man-need.
Now he understood how much he had to have what he was sharing with Logan; how much he would have missed it had he never known it. To be able to exult in his maleness, freely indulging all his youthful, masculine needs to such joyous excess: the need to flaunt his ripped young body, either naked or near-naked, in sexy jocks or underwear, teasing and posing and flirting; the need to gaze on another beautiful, muscular boy; to stroke and fondle that boy's exquisite body -- lean, sinewy muscle, smooth ass, hard little nipples, and deliciously dangling cock and ballsac; to kiss and suck and finger and stroke in wanton abandon, so casually, so innocently, so lustily; and both to penetrate, hard and raw and wet and deep, and be penetrated, in equally passionate fashion.
And now it was here. He'd arrived. Luke fell asleep that might, one arm hugging the beautifully muscled shoulders of his first gay lover, the other arm draped lazily over the boy's carved abs and thick floppy cock, drifting off with an almost arrogant confidence.
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