If Only I Were Gay . . . (Part 6)
by Rio Mack
Having finished his call, and quite buzzed at the thought of Leif and his friend joining them for some hot college-guy fun, Joel concentrated on Bo, on giving his friend what he so obviously needed. First, he lit the candles in their bedroom. He even lit a stick of the sandalwood incense he'd brought with him from his dorm. Then he straightened up the bedclothes. He wanted Bo's first taste of gay sex to be as perfect as possible. Next, he filled Leif's pipe with some pot, and brought it with him back into the living room. He slowly walked back across the apartment to join Bo on the couch, aware of Bo's eyes on him as he padded across the floor.
"Fuck, man, you do know how hot your body is, right? I mean, you have like zero body fat, I'd guess, and everything just ripples so incredibly as you walk. I mean, look man," and he pointed at his rock-hard cock, "I'm hard from just watching you."
Joel bent down and embraced his friend, finally, with the sensual, physically erotic intimacy he'd been longing to introduce into their friendship for so long. That meant long, lingering strokes up and down Bo's hard frame, a frisky grab of his cock and balls, and a slow kiss in which their tongues embraced as warmly as their hands. Then, Joel broke the embrace, smiled at Bo knowingly from this new vantage point in their relationship, handed him the pipe and a lighter, and said, "Here, light this. I'll put on some music."
As Bo took a few hits, Joel searched for the CD of Leif's they fucked to last; it was some obscure Jamaican dub CD Joel had never heard of before Leif played it, but it was so slow and echoey and bass-heavy that it almost by-passed the conscious mind and went straight to the body's nerve-system. If you weren't hard before, you'd start to get hard just hearing this music. It cast an irresistible spell: put it on with another person in the room, and soon you would be fucking.
He came back to the couch, crawled next to Bo like a big cat might, pressed his naked body right up close, anticipating the sensual joys soon to come, and did a few bowls himself.
"Come on," was all he said when he had finished the pot; he put his hand under Bo's ass, stroking it as if to say, 'this is mine,' and led him to the bedroom, rubbing that ass the whole way in.
"Oh fuck, this is nice, Joel," Bo said quietly, as he entered the candle-lit room. Joel lay his gorgeous frame down among the pillows and silks, and opened his arms. Bo folded himself inside Joel's embrace.
"I want to show you what you've always wanted," he said, as he kissed Bo lightly on the cheeks and lips, while his hands stroked and probed.
"Thanks, man. Oh, this is so fine, Joel."
They kissed for a while more, while the pot and music took hold, and then Bo could stand it no longer, he had to get back to that cock. He slowly stretched his body across so he was positioned in front of that awesome beauty. He reverently took Joel's long hard cock in his hands, savoring the moment; that smooth hard piece of meat, stroking it, daring to touch it all over, almost as if he were afraid it would disappear if he were too aggressive and broke the spell. Joel's contented moans were encouragement enough, and so he brought his face closer, doing what he'd wanted to do for months. He brought that hard meat up to his hungry lips and kissed it the way he'd only kissed a few hot girls before, tenderly, gently, with a strong sexual desire that needed immediate gratification. Then, daring to hold it harder, firmer, he rubbed it all over his face in grateful bliss. A floodgate was open, and Bo's long-dormant desires were finally diverted into that strong, eternal stream of male sex. His sexuality had finally subsumed his guilt; he was in his erotic home.
"Fuck, Joel. I never want this to end," he slurred, worshipping Joel's hard veiny cock with all the longing that had been bubbling impatiently inside him.
"Mmmmm," Joel purred softly, "you are so great with that dick."
Bo put his mouth to work in earnest, relying on all the thousands of photos of blow jobs he'd clicked through on the Net, all the countless descriptions he'd read about in stroke fiction, in order to try to satisfy this jock ideal whose cock he was so lucky to be able to make love to. He began to systematically take the head in, a little deeper each time, swirling his tongue around it, bobbing his head up and down, all the while tickling Joel's velvety ballsac and letting his fingers creep down towards his deliciously smooth crack. What a fucking sex machine this guy is, Bo thought. Soon he could taste something oily and sweet-salty on the tip of Joel's dick. He knew it was precum, from all the times he'd greedily licked his own off his fingers; the taste inflamed him. His own dick was steel-hard and dripping all over; he was almost in another world, tingling in pure excited pleasure. This first taste of gay sex was so fucking vibrant, heightened to a giddy extreme by the pot; he was downright gleeful at the thought of Joel and him erupting in a shower of cum. Oh fuck, that was gonna be so incredible, he thought, seeing another guy shoot. He wanted to rub his face all over Joel's shooting dick, drink some in, smear it on his chest, just baptize himself in Joel's thick, creamy seed.
Joel felt Bo's hard meat against his leg and slowly swung over to 69 his workout buddy. The first feel of another guy's mouth on his cock, that longed-for sensation he never thought he'd know, had Bo moaning loudly. He couldn't believe sex could get any better, but suddenly it had. Bo was so used to his hard cock going unnoticed by the girls he'd bedded down before, who, passive and bored, just ignored the throbbing shaft, willing to kiss and stroke, but not much else. Now, finally, he had a lover who intuitively knew what he wanted - he had his first true sexual partner. He paused, pulled up off the dick he had been sucking, took Joel's face in his hands, and kissed him. Their rough young beards scratched each other sensually. Bo was overcome, almost in tears again, only this time tears of utter ecstasy.
"Oh, Joel, thanks, man. Oh fuck, this is the best day of my life. It's like the beginning of my life, man, I swear. You are such a great friend."
Joel hugged Bo, kissed him again, and smiled at him. He was so happy to be able to initiate Bo into the life he deserved, the sex he craved. "Hey, man, no problem. Now, please," he laughed, "get back on that dick and let me get back to sucking that beauty of yours. I am feenin' to taste your cum, dude!"
The two boys returned to their pleasure with the renewed vigor of ripe youth. Bo plunged his head down on that huge, luscious cock and reached around to take the two cheeks of Joel's perfect ass in his hands. He grabbed on tight and kept licking and sucking for all he was worth. He wanted his awesome mentor to be proud of his new student, to think him worthy of the great gift he was bestowing. The tips of his fingers he let play up and down that sleek, smooth ass-crack that teased him so wantonly earlier that day in the shower room. But Joel was only half-conscious - part of him was caught up in an erotic delirium as Joel, meanwhile, was giving him the blow job of his dreams. With his fingers around the base, Joel sucked smoothly up and down, up and down, in the rhythm he'd been able to perfect the past couple of days, pausing every now and then to tongue and bite and stretch the boy's foreskin, knowing how much he'd love it. Bo went crazy; no other bed-partner he'd had had realized the erotic potential of his uncut cock. With his other hand, Joel used a spit-slick finger to start loosening up Bo's hole, because he very much wanted to fuck that ass that he'd fantasized about for months.
The two lusty youths were so lost in their coltish, randy sexplay that they failed to hear the door open. Knowing what Joel was doing with Bo, Leif and Tommy wanted in on the action. They began tearing clothes off as they approached the bedroom. In the bedroom doorway, the two boys stopped cold, frozen in awe at the sight of Bo and Joel caught up in that erotic, candle-lit display of deep masculine pleasure. Tommy and Leif grew hard immediately. Tommy couldn't believe it; the guy on the bottom (he had no idea which one was Leif's lover yet) was a stud right off the internet: what stood out most were his huge, massive arms and thighs, but even more, his ass - Tommy had never seen such a rock hard pair of glutes. Not a trace of fat on them, they flexed perfectly, lifting his whole body up and down off the bed with a powerful pump as he sucked and was sucked with such wild abandon. The guy on top was no slouch, either: equally ripped, but less bulky, he had beautifully pale skin and a beautifully groomed head of black hair that swayed all over a stunningly beautiful face as he bucked his head up and down over the bigger boy's huge cock.
"Fuck, man, I sure want a piece of this shit," Tommy said, voice husky and trembly with raw passion. "Whichever one he is, your boyfriend's gorgeous."
"Joel's the blonde," Leif said, voice equally thick, eyes equally mesmerized by the action on the bed in front of him. He and Tommy watched for a bit more, as Joel writhed in pleasure under Bo. Tommy couldn't take his eyes off Joel's flexing ass muscles; there's probably more power in his glutes than most guys have in their biceps, he thought.
Leif, meanwhile, realized how badly he had wanted to see Tommy's naked body. He turned to his best friend, seeing him now, for the first time, in full sexual glory. He couldn't believe it: Tommy was still wearing his underwear, but it was a pair of black, high-cut nylon briefs. They form-fit his lean waist, hugged his hard, pert ass, and just barely obscured a ripe hard dick mashed in front.
"Jesus, man, great taste in underwear." He reached over and massaged Tommy's dick through the thin, sheer material.
Tommy immediately returned the favor, only Leif was totally nude.
"Damn, Leif, this is a fantasy I gave up on long ago. I never thought I'd have sex with you, you fucking gorgeous shit. Fuck, have I wanted to get naked and nasty with you!" He looked down at Leif's pulsating ivory rod. "This thing is as long and hard as I figured it would be, studying it through your pants for so long." They kissed with wild abandon, still rubbing each other hard and hungrily. Leif brought one hand up to play with Tommy's nipples.
"Oh, I love that dude," his friend moaned, so Leif brought his tongue down to tease and bite them, while Tommy continued to delight in his first feel of Leif's cock.
Leif broke the spell suddenly. "Come on, dude. Let's dive in."
He pulled Tommy's briefs down, took a small taste of his friend's thick, dusky cock, a thick, good-sized piece of cut meat. After a few more slurps, to give Tommy an idea of what a fine male lover he'd become, he looked up at him, smiled, and then he and Tommy inserted themselves on the bed like two more pieces fitting neatly into place in a jigsaw of young male lust. They both decided to place themselves in identical positions on the bed, each behind one of the sweet beckoning asses of the athletic young cocksuckers gyrating in front of them. Tommy figured Leif might want his boyfriend's ass, so, despite how fixated he was on Joel's muscular glutes, he stationed himself behind Bo. With pleasure, of course - anyone that gorgeous was someone he definitely wanted to know, and nothing quite says 'Howdy!" Tommy knew, like a nice warm tongue up the ass.
Tommy gently pushed away the huge hands of Joel's that were working the groove of Bo's ass, and started rimming one of the most perfect asses he'd ever seen. It was smooth, creamy-white, like Leif's skin, and nice and hard. The crack had just a few black hairs in it. The boy's pucker was so petite that Tommy knew his tongue would have fun in there, not to mention his cock.
Leif went first to his lover, kissing Joel's cheek as his head bounced up and down on Bo's cock, and rubbing his hands all over Joel's cut, gorgeous bulk. Then Leif licked at Joel's ear and whispered, "Love you, man."
"You too, dude," Joel said, as he kissed Leif. Then he added, "This is really hot, man. We are definitely gonna have fun tonight. Your friend is fuckin' gorgeous, by the way."
"Yours too," added Leif, taking in the cut perfection of Bo's milky-white body, watching it ripple with pleasure as he sucked Joel while Tommy rimmed him. Then Leif laughed and whispered again to Joel, "We're like an old married couple having friends over for bridge." Joel laughed and went back to Bo's tempting cock.
Bo pulled himself off Joel's cock reluctantly, overwhelmed with pleasure.
"Fuck, dude, is this typical gay sex?"
"No, man," Joel laughed, "it's a once-in-a-lifetime gift from the gods. You're like the rookie who gets a game-winning grand slam his first at bat in the majors!"
Bo laughed, deliriously happy. The world was a wild, wonderful new place to him suddenly.
"I don't know who's got his tongue up my ass, but that feels so fuckin' fine."
"Name's Tommy. And it's gonna feel better when I put my dick up here."
"Go for it, dude," Bo cried lustily, "I want it all tonight!" He went back to work on that long, wet, beautiful cock in front of him.
Leif then scooted over opposite Bo's pistoning head. He gently pushed up Joel's legs, folding them back up towards his head (a position he knew his athletic lover would have no trouble with), and resting his hands on Joel's smooth ass-cheeks, he went to work, putting his head in by Bo's. As Bo continued to work on Joel's meaty shaft and caressed his silken ball-pouch, Leif began to rim his lover, knowing how much he liked it.
"OH FUCK YEAH!" Joel cried, hardly believing this was all happening. The candle-lit room dissolved into a voiceless chorus of slurps and moans, punctuated here and there by wordless cries of ecstasy. Soon Bo was ready to shoot.
"Get ready, Joel, I'm goin' cum! Oh fuck, can you suck dick!"
"I'm ready, man. I'll take all you got!"
The next minute or so was a duet between Joel and Bo: Bo's hard grunts of total male pleasure mixed with Joel's sweet cries of delight as he swallowed each load Bo pumped into his eager mouth.
After his first gay orgasm subsided, Bo went back to work on Joel's cock, loving the way Tommy was working his ass all the while. God, Joel's dick felt so wonderful in his mouth. Electric, really. There was a sense of fullness, completion, at having another guy's dick in his mouth that Bo savored; it was another aspect of this new sex that made him realize again how painfully empty his life was before. He just grabbed the base of Joel's thick shaft for a while and concentrated on the foreskin, knowing how much he loved playing with his own, how much he'd wished girls wouldn't be so grossed-out by it. He sucked the skin up to the tip, held it over the cockhead, and nipped at it with his teeth. Then he inserted his tongue under the flap and licked around the head. Joel just lay back, cooing in pleasure, watching Bo's dick getting hard again from Tommy's ass-play. He started licking it gently as his own orgasm built from what Bo and Leif were doing. Bo licked for a while at that beautiful ballsac of Joel's, slurping one plum-sized nut in his mouth, swirling it around, and then taking the other. Leif kept up his rimming; Bo watched in erotic bliss as Joel's boyfriend tongue-fucked him hard and lustily. It spurred him on to harder, more fevered cock-sucking.
"Oh fuck, you two, here it comes!"
Bo almost cried out in surprise as Joel started shooting. It came out in thick white spurts. Leif scooped a few spurts up, licked some of it up, then reached over to feed the rest to his lover. Bo decided he had to try it, so he covered Joel's dick and let the last couple spurts fill his mouth. The taste was a creamy delight. He swallowed, then scooped up the few hits that landed on Joel's abs. As he licked his fingers, he heard Tommy say, "OK, stud, you gettin' ready for some dick soon?"
"Fuck, yeah!" Bo cried and wriggled his ass in anticipation. Damn, how many times he'd played with his own ass in the shower or in bed, sticking a couple fingers up there, ashamed at wondering what a guy's cock would feel up there, but curious as hell. So hell yes he was ready.
Leif left Joel and went across the bed to Tommy. Months of repressed desire for his beautiful friend were now suddenly gone, and his passion was allowed free expression. While his friend lapped Bo's ass and stretched it open with his gentle but persistent fingering, Leif draped himself over Tommy's back, stroking those big, well-defined arms he'd lusted after for so long, kissing as he went. Then he reached under to let his fingers graze over those ripped abs, at which he'd stolen so many secret glances. Then, one hand still playing over the curves and in the grooves of his friend's abs, he reached the other down to take Tommy's dick. The boy was hard and wet. His cut cock was not as long as Joel's or Leif's, but it was still a wonderful handful. He scooted down under Tommy and guided his friend's cock into his eager mouth. He was anxious to show Tommy what a good cocksucker he'd become, and he wanted to get him all slick for his upcoming fuck. Tommy's dick was a darker, duskier gold than the rest of his skin, almost rose colored. As Leif began to suck it sensuously, Tommy, still lapping, made a deeply satisfied moan.
"OK, Leif," Tommy finally sighed, "I gots to fuck this sweet fucking ass."
"Hell, yeah!" Bo shouted, brimming with giddiness. "You better fuck this ass, you hot fucking stud!"
Leif watched as Tommy guided his dick in. This is perfect, Leif thought. Tommy's a little smaller than Joel and I. He's the right one to take Bo's cherry, then Joel and I will give him a taste of some hard-core long-dicking. Leif went around front to join his lover. He and Joel stood in front of Bo as Tommy worked his way into that virgin ass, moaning at the incredible tightness of it. Bo, pushing back excitedly and grabbing at Tommy's balls underneath, also motioned Joel and Leif in close.
"You studs feed me some dick while I'm gettin' reamed. Aw fuck, Joel, I only dreamed sex could be as hot as this!"
Joel and Leif got in close to Bo, teasing his face with their long hard cocks. He'd suck off one for a while, then the other, all the while Joel and Leif were lost in deep kissing and tit-play.
The a fternoon continued like that. All four had eyes glazed over with bright, athletic lust. They went from one combination to another. As Leif fucked Bo, Tommy and Joel hooked up.
"Haven't I seen you on the 'Outrageously Buff Muscle Jocks' site?" Tommy asked, rubbing that incredible ass of Joel's, along with his perfect set of pecs.
Joel laughed. He rubbed Tommy's incredible six-pack (he had by far the most outrageously defined abs of the four boys). "I suppose I could answer by saying I'm amazed you have time to surf porn, what with constantly updating your own 'Hot Asian Dude's Ripped Abs' site."
"Damn, dude, seriously - I can see why Leif fell for you, why you caused the gayness to just explode out of him. You are about the hottest stud I have ever seen. And you're talking to a guy who's fucked some pretty hot guys for years."
He stared at the huge, hard shaft he was stroking in his had, hypnotized by its lusciousness. "I just gots t'get a taste of the most beautiful piece of meat I've ever seen."
Then Tommy, a much more experienced gay lover, did things to Joel's cock the boy hadn't realized were possible.
"I'm gonna shoot, soon, dude!" Joel warned.
Tommy immediately got off his cock, stood up, and kissed him.
"Not yet, stud. I have to have this big piece of meat up my ass. I want you so deep up in me that I can feel your sexy blonde ridge tickling my ass."
Tommy lay back while Joel worked him open. He was getting harder and harder staring at Tommy's sexy gold body, especially those ripped abs that just didn't quit. He finally worked his huge hardness into the Asian boy's eager hole. Tommy was visibly impressed.
"AW FUCK, Joel! No one has ever felt so big in me. Aw shit, it's like I've never been fucked before, never been fully filled before."
Joel slowly got the hot boy used to his cock, then increased his speed; he really wanted to fuck this boy.
"Fuck, Tommy, looking at your gorgeous six-pack while fucking you is such a turn on."
After cumming hard and deep in Tommy's ass, Joel was ready for another fuck. He, like the three other boys, was so jazzed by the orgy of boyish beauty they found themselves in, that there was no problem in staying hard. All four of these boys obviously had worked so hard on their bodies, so why not luxuriate in their lean athleticism, celebrate their physical perfection? This was the kind of sheer sexual revelry every young stud needed, Joel felt, as a kind of vindication for prizing their bodies and knowing their desires. So he told Bo he was ready for his turn and hit his workout buddy's ass with his long rod. It slid in easily, Bo's ass was dripping from his other two fucks.
"Oh Christ, Joel, you're the biggest yet! Sweet Jesus, do you ever let a dude know he's getting fucked!"
Joel smiled. Bo was a total gay stud now. The two of them rocked in rhythm, yelling out the sweet vulgarities of young male sex.
As Joel and Bo were lost in erotic abandonment, Tommy turned to Leif. All it took was one look, and the two good friends fell into kissing and stroking. As if the thought occurred to them both simultaneously, Tommy broke the kiss and mounted Leif from behind, the sweet satisfaction for months of going home to jack off in frustration at having such a sexy friend he couldn't fuck. Tommy's smaller dick was just what Leif wanted at this point, a jazzy little sport fuck. He bucked back on it and reached behind to drive Tommy's ballsac crazy. The delirious moans of the four boys created a symphony of male passion in the room, driving each one of them on to greater heights. Joel rammed into Bo's ass for his final thrust, and they fell on the bed kissing and licking in giddy exhaustion. Then Tommy came, pulling out and shooting on the beatific faceof Joel, who was grateful for a little post-coital refreshment.
Bo had to see what it felt like to lap at Joel's smooth, hard ass. He spread those powerful glutes aside and just marveled at the slick sheen, dotted in the middle by the sweetest little pucker imaginable. Good enough to eat, Bo laughed to himself. He dug in. The touch of his tongue on that glistening, hairless crack was like velvet. He lapped away in delight, licking up and down, then on the sides, then teasing Joel's hole with his tongue. He paused after a while and raised his head to say, "Dude, this is fan-fucking-tastic. It's like eating pussy, but you're so much firmer and fuller and slicker, and grabbing these rock-hard buns of yours - that alone is a turn-on."
Tommy and Leif just lay there, stroking each other's cocks slowly, while they watched Bo give his first rim job.
Finally, the four were spent. As they lazed there, knowing what they had been through, but not daring to believe it - especially Bo, for whom this afternoon's saturnalia marked a life-changing experience - they found themselves all smiling in the kind of drunken delight any athlete feels after pushing himself further than ever. Hands softly stroked whatever ripe expanse of flesh was nearest. As he regained a kind of consciousness, Bo began to appreciate the beauty of Tommy's face and body. He was incredible-looking, Bo thought: slim, yet with big, powerful arms, and the best set of abs he'd ever seen, hands down. He must work them hours a day, Bo thought. He was like Joel, only a few sizes smaller, with big striated biceps and delts, and that incredibly firm, dimpled butt like Joel had, too. His dick was beautiful, such a ripe mouthful, and, like Leif, he was totally smooth all over. It drove Bo wild. Even Tommy's tits were a turn on. Bo had these tiny little nips, just built for tweaking and pinching, but Tommy's were much bigger, the dark ring around them was about the size of a large grape. They sat perfectly on his beautiful pecs, lean hard plates they were. Bo thought he could suck on those tits all night. Tommy's hair was shaved close around the side and back and spiky on top. Bo wanted to lick that shaved head and then let his tongue play in the deep grooves of Tommy's abs, while his hands just worshiped those ripped, powerful arms. Aw fuck, Bo thought, he could finally be honest about his desires! And he could act on them. It was like this huge weight he'd been carrying around all the time had suddenly disappeared. He felt more masculine and sexual - more of a real, honest, male - than he ever had before in his life.
"I'm gonna rustle up some food," Leif finally said. "Joel, you want to give me a hand?"
"Sure." Joel looked at Bo and Tommy, in the aftermath of their lust-drenched afternoon, gently stroking each other and smiling. "I guess you guys will be all right by yourselves for a while?"
"Oh, no problem!" Tommy laughed.
As soon as Joel and Leif disappeared in the kitchen, Tommy went to work. He started playing with Bo's hair and kissing him hard in earnest.
"Dude, you are like so fucking gorgeous."
Bo was kissing right back and rubbing those incredible abs of Tommy's. "Look who's talking, man. Fuck, do you turn me on. I was just thinking how incredible-looking you are."
Tommy drew back for a second, still stroking Bo's big dick, and just took in Bo's face: those clear, almost cold blue eyes; his creamy white, blemish-free skin, given a little ruffneck edge by his three-days' growth and scruffy (yet perfectly cut) long hair. Bo was like half-male, half female; he looks were so rugged, yet finely-drawn. "No, seriously, dude, you are like really really gorgeous. You should model, you know that?"
"I have," Bo laughed, still working Tommy's abs with one hand, and slowly kneading his ballsac and working his hard shaft with the other. "I've done several shoots, and I'm actually up for an A&F shoot in a couple months."
"No way!" Tommy cried. "That's awesome, dude! You are a perfect Abercrombie guy! Make sure they do a few of you in boxers or nude. Guys all over the world will be stroking off to your pictures for, like, all time!"
Bo laughed shyly, then bent in to kiss Tommy hard, still rubbing one hand slowly over Tommy's abs, sensually letting his fingers glide over that golden skin, which provided the thinnest of coatings over his bulging, deeply grooved six-pack. With his other hand, he worked lower, under Tommy's smooth, floppy ballsac, toward his equally smooth ass.
"Dude," he whispered quietly, "I don't know if you, like have a boyfriend or anything, but, uh, like if not, I, uh, well, like would you like to, you know, uh, like, hang out, and stuff?"
Tommy laughed, tongued Bo deeply, and said, "No, believe it or not, this hot Asian stud has no boyfriend right now, and yeah, man, I'd definitely like to hang out with you, and 'stuff.' Most definitely, 'stuff'!"
Both boys were hard now, randy and aching to fuck.
"I suppose you've never fucked a guy before?" Tommy breathed hot and moist in Bo's ear, while slowly but firmly jacking that long, wet dick, delighting in the extra play an uncut foreskin gave. He'd gathered from the conversation earlier that afternoon that Bo was a gay virgin.
"No, man, I haven't, but damn do I want to be inside you, Tommy!" said Bo huskily, trembling with excited lust, afraid he would shoot right there, but wanting so much to get in Tommy's ass.
"Well, let's do it, dude. Tongue me open a little more, then stick that fine piece of meat in me."
"Oh fuck, man!" Bo dove down to that sweet, smooth, golden ass, and lapped at it like a starving cat given a bowl of cream. Tommy lay back on the couch, moaning in hard ecstasy. "Finger me a little, too, dude. Get me wide open for that big, thick uncut beauty of yours!"
Bo kept tonguing voraciously, working Tommy's sweet rosebud wider and wider, then digging his tongue in deeper and deeper. God damn, he thought, a guy's body is just built for sex, both giving and getting. He kept lapping hungrily, ecstatic to finally live out those hard, physical, masculine desires coded so deeply in him.
Tommy reached down to keep stroking Bo, keeping his hard-on primed.
"OK, dude, lemme have this beautiful dick. Fuck me, bro."
Bo took Tommy's legs, threw them over his shoulders, bent in to give him one long, last kiss, a kiss mixed with love, gratitude, and total desire, and then went to work. Bo had always thought himself a fine cocksman with the ladies, but as his dick entered Tommy's wet, tight hole, he knew what he was born for.
"OH GOD, does this feel good," he moaned, as he savored the sensation of his long hard dick held so warmly by Tommy's sweet, tight hole.
"You know it, man. Come on, Bo, let's see how you fuck. Ram me, dude!"
Bo didn't want to go too hard or fast at first; he just wanted to enjoy the sensations of his first male fuck. He slowly stroked all the way in, loving how his balls snuggled tight against Tommy's ass, watching those beautiful abs in front of him, seeing Tommy's gorgeous face with that sweet haze of lust permeating it. He reached down and played with Tommy's tits, and stroked his incredible abs. Bo felt like crying from utter joy. Tommy, for his part, loved looking up at the hottest guy he'd ever had sex with: Bo's long hair falling bewitchingly over his gorgeous face as he rocked in rhythm and stretched his body this way and that, luxuriating in the feeling of his first tight ass.
"Oh, Tommy, this is so fucking fine. This is just," and words drifted away as his lust exploded out of him. He had worked up a raw rhythm and was now carried away with the fuck, pistoning in and out of the tightest, sweetest hole he'd ever been in, the most incredibly beautiful body he'd ever fucked. Harder and harder he rammed, trying to make up for years of denying himself this pleasure.
"Oh fuck, man," Tommy panted, "you're fucking incredible!" Bo looked down and saw Tommy was totally hard, his dick bouncing all around. He reached down to jack him off, using Tommy's dick the way a rodeo rider would hold his pommel.
"OH YES!!" Tommy cried. "I'm cummin dude, keep fucking me!" And Tommy shot a few spurts of thick white cream, which seemed to fly out of his jostling cock. Bo kept ramming and ramming til he knew he, too, was gonna shoot. One last plunge, and he shoved in as hard and as deep as he could go, then bent down to grab Tommy's head in his hands, kissing him hard while he his dick pumped out its seventh load of the night. They were still kissing when Joel came in the room, laughed, and said, "Can't leave you two alone for a minute, I see. Hey, dudes, come have some wine and some pot while we finish dinner."
Tommy and Bo kissed again, mussed each other's hair, and got up to join the two other boys. Each of them had a few tokes while they sipped wine and watched Leif get dinner ready. The gorgwous young quartet laughed easily, all hitting it off perfectly. All four of them loved being in that space together; the apartment had become a kind of young male pleasure-dome. The four of them hanging out, watching each other's big dicks swinging and cut muscles rippling, hands resting on shoulders, then reaching a little lower to idly rub a tit or cup an ass fondly, lovingly, taking another hit of dope or sip of wine; Tommy stroking the foreskin sheath on Bo's dick, back and forth, while everyone kept chattering away; Joel nuzzling his long dangling cock in his lover's ass, stroking those lean, hard arms, kissing that sexy, shaved scalp, as Leif stirred the sauce; everyone buzzed on boyish energy, with ripe lust bubbling just beneath the surface. It was a space that was 'home' to the deepest core of their beings: namely, their passion, their desire. It sort of reminded Bo of the locker room at college - really built athletic young guys, hangin' out, talking, laughing, horsing around, proud and virile in their nudity. Only for Bo, the locker room had always been charged with such shame and tension, afraid of getting caught with his gaze lingering too long, afraid of a hard-on, afraid of what his strong attraction to the beauty of the young men around him might mean. But here, in this space, there was all the heady beauty and camaraderie, yet none of the guilt. Bo felt so gloriously human and himself here. He smiled at Tommy, reached his arm around him, and kissed him lusciously on the lips while luxuriating in the feel of his wonderfully hard cock.
After a plate of pasta and more wine, the four boys, still nude, relaxed in the living room, bodies draped all over each other on the couch. Leif had passed around a few more bowls of pot, so the four were in a deep buzz of mellow sensuality, full from dinner and all their love-making, just gently stroking and kissing whatever flesh was nearest them. These four beautiful, muscular studs, laid out in their naked glory, torsos seeming to melt into one another in bodily bliss, each one lapping lovingly on another's cock or cheek or chest, whatever was closest, luxuriating in the joys of their sex, celebrating lusty young masculinity. As they idly cooled out after that afternoon of fevered sex, they became a kind of river of gorgeous male flesh. Lovingly stroking solid, muscular thighs, or hungrily caressing a firm young ass, or gently tracing a hard, athletic jaw line, as fingers, lips, and mouths kissed and sucked eagerly, these boys were exulting in male ecstasy. For Leif, Joel, and Tommy, it was a pleasure they were wonderfully familiar with, though never in such rhapsodic intensity as this. For Bo, it was a bliss he'd only dreamed of in his most secret, lust-driven fantasies. Today, here, in this sacred space of boyish passion, the consummation of those secret, burning desires had been almost overwhelming. He must have cum seven times that afternoon, yet he felt like he was only getting warmed up. The others, though, seemed totally spent, so Bo was content to imagine the future ahead, the wonderful sexual adventure that lay sprawling out magnificently before him.
The spell of sensual bliss was broken at once when a young woman opened the apartment door, saying, "Knock-knock, someone let me in downstairs and I - Jesus Fuck, boys, what the hell do you run here, a gay bordello?"