Incredibly Realistic

Incredibly Realistic By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

When the door opened, both boys were visibly nervous.

Lee was a little shook because Nicky had never been to his dorm alone before. Typically the young jock dropped by his room to visit Tor Pedersen, Lee's roommate. But Tor was gone for the weekend, and yet here was Nicky, and looking especially hot: bare-chested, in just a pair of black mesh basketball shorts, pushed down an inch or so too low, right to where his pubes started, showing off the whole mesmerizing expanse of his insanely sculpted physique: carved, beefy bulk; abs ripped and juicy, with that deep line of superb definition down the center; and around back, the teasing beginnings (about a tantalizing half-inch of crack) of what looked like an absolutely perfect ass.

As compelling as it was to gaze, stupefied, on that hot torso, Lee's eyes immediately riveted, for precious seconds, on that sweet length of jaw-droppingly huge cock, easily made out under the thin fabric of his shorts. Lee's own cock started to twitch and tingle as he gasped at the outline of that thick, luscious, way-long length of jock-meat, curving out so temptingly as it dangled plumply beneath the loosely draped material. The beautifully traceable head on that hefty shaft made Lee's mouth ache with desire. He fought to pull his eyes away, focusing back on Nicky's beautifully carved upper body. The sensuous bulges of Nicky's guns, he noticed, were flexed and pumped even more lusciously because Nicky stood there hoisting a twelve-pack on his strong, bulging shoulders. But that cock -- Jesus Fuck! His eyes couldn't stay away.

Lee realized he was supposed to say something upon opening the door, but even before he had a chance to stammer something, Lee was suddenly aware he'd been sitting around his room in just a skimpy pair of boxer briefs. Damn! He knew if Nicky spent even a minute or two more here, his own sizable cock would harden and show embarrassingly.

Nicky, for his part, was nervous because he suddenly thought this plan of his was utter bullshit. In so many other part of his life -- sports, exercise, academics, women -- he could easily hold his own. Here, he was fucking clueless. Plus, he hadn't expected Tor's roommate to come to the door in an unbelievably sexy pair of drawers, looking so fucking hot; that really threw him.

"Nicky, dude," Lee finally stammered. "What up?"

"Got a text from Tor," Nicky said, looking down shyly. "Told me to meet him here, like, six-ish or so."

It was 5:45 PM.

Lee's face screwed up in confusion.

"You sure about that, dude? Cause before he left Wednesday, I think Tor said the team was traveling to Michigan for that game last night, then on to Ohio. They have away games two days apart, and I'm almost positive Tor said they weren't coming home between them. I didn't think he was due back til sometime Monday."

Tonight was Friday.

"I don't think so, dawg. Like I say, I got the text. Not sure what the deal is, but I'm s'posed to meet him here around six. He's lookin' to party, he says. OK if I wait? He could show like any minute."

"Su-su-sure, Nicky, I guess. C'mon in. I mean, if you got the text and all. It's just, I swear I thought he said . . . oh, well, fuck it. I mean, shit, you got beer, so that's cool."

Nicky grinned and strode through the door, past Lee, who could only sigh as he watched that hard, firm butt flex sensuously through the sexily clinging fabric of the boy's shorts, the waistband resting so wonderfully low on the luscious rise of Nicky's bubble ass. There was eye candy, and then there was Nicky -- a freakin' ten-pound box of Godiva creams.

"I'm not interruptin' anything, am I, dude?" Nicky asked.

"No -- no, no, not at all, just messin' with my laptop, dowloadin' some stuff. Then I was gonna sketch a little. And then this friend o' mine is s'posed ta drop by Ôround nine. We're gonna watch a movie together."

"Wanna beer?" Nicky asked, setting the 12-pack down and helping himself to one.

"Hell yeah!" Lee said. "Cool, thanks," he added, as he caught the beer Nicky tossed.

"So what movie you watchin'?"

"What?" Lee asked, unable to process the question, flustered at being alone with this young muscle-god. He could feel thick arousal start to build in his shaft.

"You and yer friend." Nicky clarified. "Said you was watchin' a movie later?"

"Oh, sure, yeah. The movie I'm downloadin'."

"Which one? Somethin' I seen?"

Lee had to make a quick call. One of his friends, also gay, was going to drop by later when his shift at the coffee house was over. Lee had been downloading a supposedly very hot porn flick he'd found on the net. The two of them were gonna get high, then stroke and suck together while they watched it. Lee was taking advantage of his homophobic cave-man of roomie being gone to enjoy some sexy-ass fun with one of his boys.

But was Nicky as virulently straight as Tor? He sure as hell didn't seem to be. He was easily the sweetest, most innocent of all his roommate's jock buddies. And definitely the hottest. Grade A choice. Nicky was track & field, decathalon or something, and his body was awesome. He must have spent half his life in the gym. Plus, he was breathtakingly gorgeous: blonde hair buzzed short on the sides and back, kinda ragged and spiky-perfect, but natural-looking, on top; soulful blue eyes that could just melt you; and strong, masculine young movie-star handsomeness. Lee had had several hot stroke sessions that semester, fantasizing about Nicky.

So, could he be honest about his plans later, or should he . . . ? Oh shit, why lie? After all, Nicky knew he was gay. Tor sure as hell made enough nasty cracks about his roommate's sexuality whenever his fellow jock-studs were over.

"Nah," Lee smiled, relaxing into his decision to be honest. "I don't think you seen this one, Nick. It's pretty hardcore gay porn. My boy Donny is droppin' by later and we're gonna bust a couple nuts together while we watch it. Suck and fuck Ôn' shit. You know, guys night in."

Nick grinned.

"Sounds cool, homie," he winked, then raised his beer can in a toast. "To sex . . . however you get'r done!"

Actually, the young jock thought jealously, it sounded hot as fuck. He wished he and his buds could do shit like that together, watch hot-ass gay porn and stroke and suck and fuck together, reveling in each other's young male horniness. Only his friends were all straight as shit -- or at least they acted like they were. But Nicky did, too, for whatever that was worth.

The thought of what Lee had planned with his bud only whetted Nicky's desperate appetite more. The real reason Nicky was here was because he knew Tor wouldn't be back til late Monday. He'd been hoping he would catch Lee alone in his room like this, and that the fine-ass hottie would buy that stupid bullshit story about the text-message, so that Nicky could chill here and pound down some beers, and then somehow, some way, something interesting might happen.

Because, damn, somethin' sure as fuck had to happen soon. He was goin' out of his fuckin' mind with hard, raw desire.

Nicky Lane was a very, VERY gay-curious young jock who for years had fantasized about how hot it would be to fool around with another boy -- especially another fine young muscle-jock like himself. All through high school these secret, urgent desires kept tormenting him -- fueled by the fit dudes he was surrounded by as a young athlete, plus all the hot-muscled images in his fitness mags and the gay porn sites he checked out constantly. He'd hoped that being on his own here at college, away from home and high school friends, would have allowed him to explore that desire. After all, so much of the college jock porn stories he'd devoured in the year or so before graduation led him to believe that college dorms were this roiling sea of pure testosterone, guys wearing almost nothing, thrown temptingly together in such intimate proximity, letting their natural same-sex attraction flourish and blossom. But so far there seemed no easy way to test the waters. All the dudes on his team, plus all the other jocks he'd met in his year-and-a-half since coming to college, never gave off even the slightest signal that they'd be down for the kind of hot, nasty, boy-on-boy action Nicky craved.

Encountering Lee, then, the only out gay boy he'd ever known, had been so frustratingly wonderful. He loved dropping by Tor's room, just to soak up being close to this boy who he knew was totally into the kind of sex he wanted a taste of. Plus, Lee was freakin' HOT: he wasn't a jock, but he was sooooo lean and muscular. Nicky once asked him how he stayed in such great shape (it was another of Nicky's half-assed attempts at flirting which had led nowhere) and learned Lee had been working out regularly since junior high -- there was this great gym at the private school he went to, with tons of machines, so he'd picked up the fitness obsession early. Here at college he had a few friends who were regulars with him at the campus rec center. Plus he was gorgeous as fuck: a sexy sort of bad-boy, artist-punk handsomeness that Nicky was very attracted to; shoulder-length, jet black hair he usually kept tied in back; and always a sexy three-day stubble on his face. Not just that, but earrings and pierced nipples, which drove Nicky nuts. He stroked off constantly in his room to thoughts of that hot body and handsome face.

It was just last night, shooting yet another load in a fevered stroke fantasy over his gay crush, when he'd hatched this half-assed plan to drop by, on the pretext of Tor texting him that he would show up "any fuckin' minute," so he could chill with Lee and see what developed.

Now that he was here, though, he was a little confused about just how to play this silly-ass plan out. With girls it was no problem: most times they just threw themselves at Nicky, a smoking-hot, muscle-stud athlete. But, damn, how did it work with dudes, Nicky wondered. He had to figure it out because he wanted to start fooling around with boys in a major way.

Does he just say, "Lee, I'm so fuckin' hot for you, dawg! Really wanna get wit' you, dude!" The problem there: what if Lee then said he wasn't into Nicky, or jocks, or whatever? And then, even worse, what if he told Tor, "Dude, your ace bud Nicky turns out to be a total fag?" This shit was fucking complicated as fuck! You KNOW the sex must hot as fuck, Nicky laughed to himself, if it's this damn tough to get a taste of it!

And anyway, Lee seemed somehow out of Nicky's league: the boy was way cooler than Nicky, real hip and arty, with that bohemian-outlaw style. His friends were all hip and fashionable, too. And Nicky was just a corn-fed jock. He was heartened, though, to hear Lee talking about sex that sounded hot as fuck -- strokin' with another dude to some steamy gay porn. Maybe he and Lee could meet on that very elemental level of pure male lust. They had that in common, no doubt: they were both hot, horny, good-lookin' dudes.

"Man, you gay dudes got the sex thing goin' on tight, all right," he said, trying to sound smooth. "Shit, I could never ask a chick over to watch porn with me."

"Why the fuck not?"

"I dunno know, but I just don't get the vibe that the girls I know'd be that into it. Oh well. So hey, what else you downloadin'? More porn? Music?"

"More porn. There's this comics illustrator who's like a god to me, named Cole Miner, who does this amazing gay porn comic called RAN-DAR, about this Tarzan sort of guy who's freakin' built as fuck and hung like a frakkin' horse, and he gets into all these totally hot sex adventures in the jungle. Every fuckin' dude he draws is built as hell, really luscious muscles, and they all have these huge fuckin' uncut cocks. His books are really just an excuse to show beefy studs sucking and fucking and getting hard and shit. I'm like addicted to it. The stories are gonna sound corny to you, no doubt -- like, in the latest issue, Ran-dar and his hot young native companion Tulu get captured by these Egyptian priests who put them in chains and ream their asses with golden dildos and milk their cocks into jeweled chalices cause they get their power from drinking man-seed. Shit like that. But it always gets me hard as fuck. Ran-dar and Tulu go around nude all the time, wearin' just a piece of vine tied around their waists. Most all the other dudes in the comics are nude all the time, too. He draws so incredibly realistic, it's amazing. It's just the kind of art I'd like to do. You used to have to always buy Ôem in print, but now you can get Ôem downloaded."

Lee had to stop himself; he was getting carried away. Tor hated to see his RAN-DAR magazines lying around the dorm. "Dude, can you please put your fuckin' fag comics away? I don't want my friends havin' to look at fag shit when they come over!" he was always bitching. But Nicky didn't seem disgusted at all.

"You wanna check one out and see what I mean?" Lee added, shyly, nervously.

"Sure!" Nicky piped up, trying to stifle the excitement in his voice. New gay porn was ALWAYS a treat for him. Fuck, if Lee only knew how MUCH he wanted to see one!

He sat back anxiously and watched as Lee sashayed that fine-ass body across the room, over to his desk, to grab his comics stash out of a drawer. Damn! Nicky thought, as he watched that cute, firm butt twitch back and forth in those sexy, skimpy briefs, could I ever go for a piece of that! He felt his dick stiffen and tingle as those familiar pangs of boy-lust began to bubble.

As Lee walked back towards him, Nicky couldn't resist gazing hungrily at that nice long thickness jostling sexily in Lee's briefs as he moved. Fuck, is Lee ever hung! Damn, would he like to pull that thing out and take a taste. And those nipple-rings! They bounced ever-so-sexily against those hard, flat pecs as he walked. Aw shit! he moaned to himself -- he had a vision: him and Lee, lying in bed together, kissin' and shit, gettin' hard together, and him pullin' and teasin' those sexy-ass nipple-rings! Then another lust-jolt buzzed through his groin as he wondered if Lee had a pierced cock.

"Here, check Ôem out," Lee said, a little nervous, as he offered a stack of smolderingly hot gay comics to the jock stud. "They're prob'ly WAAAYYY too gay for a stud like you," he added sheepishly.

"Aw Fuck! Freakin' HOTTTT!" Nicky cried when he saw the cover of the book on top, which showed a white-skinned muscle god, with a ridiculously huge (but sexy as fuck!) long, thick uncut cock hangin' down, all veiny and drippy, with an equally muscular, equally hung young black muscle-stud waiting in a kind of primitive tree house for him, strokin' himself in anticipation. Shit, Nicky thought, feeling that delicious stirring in his groin, I'm gonna bone up like immediately looking at this shit. This is like catnip to a dude like me.

He leafed through the book and started getting breathless with lust. Any given page of the comic, had he been alone in his room, able to jack himself, would be enough to have him spurtin' in seconds. In the episode he was looking at, Ran-dar and his faithful warrior friend were bathing each other in a jungle stream -- lots of panels of the two nude studs, muscles huge and beautifully drawn, monstrous uncut cocks in various stages of hardness as they washed and stroked each other. Tulu knelt down and jacked his huge dick as he pleasured the jungle lord orally, his thick, sexy lips looking awesome as they engulfed that enormous shaft.

"Mighty Ran-dar need Tulu to relax him after such a hard hunt," the sexy black stud purred. Fuck, Nicky was absolutely loving this shit. He realized he was stroking himself now through the soft, loose material of his shorts, unable to control the testosterone stirred up and coursing through him from such hot porn.

Suddenly, on the next page, another stud -- massive, carved torso encased in a couple of form-fitting leather bands that were sexy as fuck, and cock barely covered by the teensiest little leather thong, huge head and shaft oh-so-easy to make out and half the shaft uncovered -- was seen spying on the jungle stud and his friend. Nicky realized his hands were shaking; he flipped through a few more pages and saw that the leather dude had taken Ran-dar prisoner and was fucking the shit out of him in some cool-ass tent. Aw fuck, did he ever want a copy of this comic book!

"So waddya think?" Lee was asking him excitedly. "You must fuckin' dig it cause you been strokin' yourself like a fuckin' gay dude while you were readin'it!"

Nicky came back down to earth and closed the comic, reluctantly.

"Damn," he said, voice dry and trembling with lust, "I ain't never seen shit like that, dude. It's pretty fuckin' incredible. Dude draws amazing. And fuck, this shit is even sexy as hell for a straight dude."

"You're shitting me!!??" Lee said, genuinely surprised. "I can't believe you get off on that!"

"FUCK YEAH!" Nicky stammered, scrambling to defend how aroused he was. "What's so fuckin' hard to believe? Just cause I ain't gay like you don't mean I can't find sexy dudes hung like motherfuckers pretty fuckin' steamy. You know, a straight dude can appreciate a fine-ass body on a guy and a big-ass dick. We check each other out in the locker room all the time."

"No shit. I always wondered about that. So now I know. But tell me, what the fuck else do you straight hot-boys do in those locker rooms, hmmm?"

"None o' yer damn business, horndog. Hey, you want another beer?" he asked getting up to get himself one, realizing he was still hard and tenting under the flimsy fabric of his shorts. He tried to pivot his groin away, but he could tell by the look on Lee's face he was busted.

"Damn!" Lee said with a wicked grin, "you sure as fuck DID like Ran-dar."

"Dude, get a grip! I told you it was hot. Wasn't the guy drawing it to get dudes off?"

"Sure, GAY dudes," Lee teased. "And yeah, bring me another."

"ALL dudes, you knucklehead. Any dude who could appreciate a hot-looking guy. If you're gonna be an athlete, work your body into peak form, you GOTTA have a pretty fuckin' good aesthetic appreciation for a fine-looking body on a dude. Otherwise, you won't know how to sculpt yourself to look like that. Does that make sense?"

Nicky tossed another beer to Lee and popped his own open.

"Relax, dawg. Just fuckin' with ya," Lee said, thinking to himself just how much he'd like to be fuckin' with Nicky right this very minute. "I know you're straight as fuck."

Nicky was a little frustrated. He didn't understand how, but somehow he figured he missed a perfect opportunity with that porn comic to move things into high gear. He and Lee should be strokin' their big dicks together right now over one of those comics or something. But he'd been all embarrassed over his arousal, and the moment had passed. Damn!

He tried to figure out some small talk to keep the mood going.

"Damn, wonder where the hell Tor is?" he said aloud.

"Got me," Lee said, taking a long swig of beer. "I told you it was news to me he was coming back tonight."

Suddenly Nicky thought of something.

"Hey Lee, did you say you wanted to draw like that sexy comic artist?"

"Yeah, I'm a studio arts major. Drawing and illustration. That's my goal: to do gay comics and art like that. The internet is crawling with shit like those comics, and the world is getting more and more gay-friendly, so I'm hoping there's gonna be a market for more and more art like that."

"You got any samples of your work I can see?" Nicky asked, genuinely excited. He couldn't believe he might get to see some more porn, this time sketched by Lee's own hand. This was getting nice and sexy again.

"Fuck yeah!" Lee said, delighted to show off his stuff -- which he knew was VERY good -- to such a sexy, straight jock-stud.

He strode across the room to get some samples of his work, Nicky's eyes glued to his hot frame every inch of the way.

Lee leafed through the large stack of sketchpads leaning against his desk, making sure to choose the ones filled with male nudes, and grabbed a couple to show Nicky.

"Here, check Ôem out. Tell me what you think. And be honest, dawg. I can take it."

Nicky set his beer down and leafed through the top sketchbook. He was impressed immediately.

"Holy fuck! You drew these? No fuckin' way! These are in-FUCKING-credible!!"

Each page had the most amazingly perfect drawings of guys' chests, torsos, arms, legs, asses, feet, cocks (LOTS of cocks!). Each muscle was perfectly rendered and shaded, almost three-dimensional. And sexy as fuck! As Nicky leafed through the book, treating the pages delicately, like they were fine art-prints, he could feel the warm stirring in his groin again. In every beautifully drawn ass, gorgeously rendered cock, beautiful chest, there was a desire for male flesh that was almost tactile. And Nicky resonated perfectly with that desire. Lee was singing the same praise to male beauty that Nicky sang every time he pored over internet porn or gazed a little too long at a fit dude in the shower.

"Fuck, dude, you are absolutely amazing! You are EASILY as good as that comic book guy. I am waaaayyyy impressed!"

Lee stood up and put his hand out to Nicky; they clasped their hands in a genuinely heartfelt bro handshake.

"Dude! Thanks, man. Means a fuckin' lot to me to get compliments like that."

They held the hand-clasp too long, though, both boys so fucking eager for physical contact between themselves. Suddenly Lee, fearful that Nicky would wonder what the fuck was going on, nervously broke the handshake and gathered his sketchbooks.

"Tor fucking hates my drawings, you know. ÔFag art,' he always calls it."

"Aw, forget him. Tor can be totally full of it a lot of the time. You gotta know how to take him. It's just bluster."

"I don't know," Lee said, feeling wave after wave of lust for Nicky washing over him. He couldn't keep this up much longer. He was growing light-headed by being alone and so close with the physical perfection that was Nicky. Those beautiful dime-sized nipples, with those hard, pert nubs sticking out, beautifully punctuating his smooth, chiseled pecs -- Lee's mouth was aching to tease and lick and suck that awesome chest. Oh Nicky, he sighed to himself, why the FUCK ain't you gay? Shit, could we ever have fun!

"So," Nicky asked, equally chafing under the force of his desire for the hot, scantily clad boy sitting so tantalizingly close to him, that sexy stubble on his face begging to be kissed and licked all over, "who poses for you when you draw nudes?"

"Oh, models in drawing class mostly. Plus, I get some of my friends to pose, guys with the best bodies. But that's rare cause the couple of real muscle-studs I know are all so damn busy all the time."

"Hey," Nicky blurted out all of a sudden, excited and inspired, "how come you ain't never asked ME to pose. Don't you think I got a nice body?"

"Dude, are you fucking serious? Nicky, you have, like, the BEST body of anyone I know. I'd fuckin' LOVE to have you pose for me. Any fuckin' time, dude. I guess I never thought to ask you. I mean, your Tor's friend an' all. You didn't even know I drew before tonight."

"Fuck, dude," Nicky said, all amped now. "I definitely wanna pose for you. Wanna see how you'd draw this hot fuckin' body o' mine."

Nicky's horny, maddeningly impatient hunger was now in control. He jumped up from the chair and whipped off his mesh shorts, not even noticing Lee's wide, leering eyes. Then he posed and flexed and strutted around the dorm, in all his achingly perfect young jock glory, chanting, "Me Ran-dar, stud-king of the jungle! Worship my hot fuckin' body! Me hot sexy-ass jungle lord with big fuckin' jungle dick!" His long thick cock dangled and bounced as he strode around the room.

Lee was torn between laughing his ass off and shooting a load. This was too freakin' much. He wanted to go right over there and take every luscious inch of Nicky into his mouth. But he knew this was just sexy-ass jock-play. These guys were so damn comfortable with their hot bodies, they looked for any excuse to show them off. Tor was always going around nude, wagging his big-ass dick at Lee, sneering, "You'd love to wrap your lips around this shit, wouldn't you, dude?" It didn't mean a fucking thing.

"Seriously!" Nicky went on, posing and flexing in earnest now, happy to be nude now, feeling sexy as fuck, showing off his carved, naked musculature and long thick dangling cock to this hot gay stud, hoping desperately the boy would take the bait. "I'd be honored to pose for you, Lee. Really! Right now! I'd love to see how you draw me."

"HELL YEAH!" Lee said, barely able to control his excitement. To be able to gaze on the sheer erotic perfection of Nicky Lane -- smooth, naked, cut muscles on gorgeous display; thick, achingly perfect uncut beauty dangling between those hard-carved thighs; round, meaty, perfect muscle-ass -- damn, what a fuckin' dream come true!

Lee sprung into action. He dashed to his desk and pulled a brand-new sketchbook from the back of the stack leaning there. Then he grabbed his pencil case off the top of the desk. In seconds he was back in his chair, heart racing.

His hands shook as he chose a pencil. He couldn't believe he had Nicky Lane as a nude model. Then suddenly -- panic! What if Tor -- due any minute, apparently -- walked in now? Oh well, fuck it; this is a gift from the gods, just enjoy every fucking second.

"All right," Lee said, voice trembling as badly as his hands, "strike a pose, dude, and hold it for a while."

Nicky stood tall, a few feet from Lee, and just displayed his cut athletic beauty in all its naked erotic power. A simple pose, but breath-taking. The musculature was perfectly carved marble, beautifully proportioned, grooves and curves everywhere, and there at the center, the crowing glory, that long, fulsome, seven, maybe eight-plus inches of smooth, thick, uncut boy-meat. Nicky's head was turned away in a classic gesture. Lee breathed in deeply and began to sketch.

Once he began to draw, Lee's tremors calmed, and what replaced them was the rich, suffused energy of artistic creation. Soon sketch after sketch -- each one gorgeously detailed and incredibly realistic -- began filling the pages. Lee was inspired; he could feel his talent being goaded to new heights. Nicky was easily the best model he'd ever had -- not just because he had the best body, but because he seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of posing, knowing just what stance to take to show off his body best, revealing new, breath-taking facets with ever new twist and turn. Lee guessed this body-knowledge of Nicky's must have come from hours spent flexing and posing in front of the mirror, either in weight rooms or his bedroom; jocks did that, he knew, not just from rooming with Tor, but from his own history in gyms. Plus Nicky could hold a pose perfectly for long, luscious minutes.

So, for fifteen or twenty minutes, Nicky would hold one pose, then he'd ask Lee if it was OK to switch. This allowed Lee time to do lots of drawing of each pose -- several whole-body sketches, plus lots of details of various body parts he wanted to practice sketching: shoulders, abs, arms; pecs (cause nipples were tough to get perfect, but so erotic when you did -- and Nicky's were diamond-hard perfect that night); ass; even feet (Nicky's were large, perfectly shaped, with those long, suckable toes).

And lots of cocks, of course: no matter how many times he drew Nicky's dick, in so many different views, he never got tired of tracing each gorgeous contour. Delineating it was a labor of love, an homage. His artistic rendering became a kind of sex with Nicky; it allowed Lee to worship that cock in the only way possible between the two boys; it was his way of making love to that dick. Each time, as Lee watched Nicky's gorgeous manhood come to life after a few lines and shadings, he imagined his fingers and mouth playing with it, working it over, slow and sensuous. His passion fueled his art. But damn, the frustration: how many times he wanted to just throw down his pencil and pad, walk over to Nicky, get down on his knees, and let life imitate art, pleasuring that long, thick, mouth-watering shaft; tracing that flesh-hooded head with his tongue; lapping delicately at that full, bulging ballsac.

At one point he tried an experiment: Nicky was posing with his back to Lee, so the young artist could work on delts, ass, quads, and calves. But at one point, after he'd exhausted that pose, he didn't ask Nicky to shift position yet. Instead, he flipped over a sheet of paper and wondered if he could sketch Nicky's cock from memory. He could; in fact, he grew harder from that drawing, from having to conjure up unseen that most erotic, evocative image, burned deep now into his brain, than from any other sketch he'd done.

The sketching went on for an hour and a half, but there was a timelessness in the space of that dorm room. For Nicky, he wanted Lee to appreciate every single sexy line and curve and bulge on his body. He wanted to advertise himself sexually, to make himself irresistible to Lee. He'd hoped at any second that Lee would burst out of his chair, rush over and embrace the young athlete, whereupon both boys would fall on the bed, and Nicky's soul-deep desire for raw, nasty, boy-on-boy sex could be gloriously consummated.

As for Lee, after about a half-hour of drawing Nicky, his mind became a-whirl with his recurring college-jock daydream: as he skillfully reproduced those beautiful curves and bulges of that hard-carved frame and gorgeous cock, his pencil seemed charged with the overwhelming lust-fantasy he lived with here at college -- namely, his incredible desire for straight muscle-boys. It was so frustratingly wonderful to room with Tor -- a huge, gorgeous jock himself, and one who surrounded himself with a bevy of beautiful, well-built dream boys. Nicky was definitely the hottest, but they were all so delicious-looking and all seemingly beyond romancing.

But all year long, Lee dreamed of the chance to carve one of these sleek, rippling studs away from the pack and use all his seductive wiles to initiate a straight muscle-dude into boy-sex. He knew if he could get one alone, and work things right, the two of them would soon be naked together, writhing in ecstasy, muscular frames embracing, thick cocks mashed together in tumescent fever. They'd kiss with that furnace-like passion only two highly aroused males can share. Then Lee would worship the young jock-stud's muscles like no girl ever would, making the boy purr and coo in dick-thickening sensuousness. Lee's tongue would begin to trail down over stone-hard abs, until it got to the boy's now-hard cock. After five or ten minutes of the finest cocksucking the horny young hottie had ever known, Lee would begin to lusciously tongue-bathe head, shaft, sac, taint, and pucker -- back and forth; up and down; dreamily, sexily, wantonly -- until the young stud was screaming with the need to feel Lee's hard, pierced cock fill up his virgin ass, which Lee would proceed to do with relish, fucking the boy slow and sensual at first, then ever harder with each stroke, letting his hands play over beautiful muscles, or grab two rock-hard ass mounds, or jack the huge hard shaft, all the while taking the stud's cherry, letting him see what boys' hardbodies were made for. Then, after he'd pumped load after load in the stud's guts or let ropes of cum streak torso or ass, he'd lower his own hungry hole onto that huge, glistening, still-hard prick and ride the now boy-sex-addicted young jock. He'd wriggle and flex and pump his ass over that stiff jock-prick like the slutty, randy boy-whore he was.

Here at a school with a major athletic program, Lee was consumed 24/7 with this fantasy -- he wanted to sexually transform a straight young alpha-male jock, feeling the power of dominating such a strong, good-looking, previously het stud. He wanted to burn a trail through the cute muscle-asses of each and every one of Tor's jock-stud boys. Even Tor himself -- for he agreed with what his friend Donny said: a homophobe that virulent is masking over intense, guilty, homoerotic desire. Fuck, to ram his cock into the meaty, alabaster muscle-ass of his Ôstraight' roomie!

As Lee's muscle-sex fantasy thrummed through his mind, he made sketch after sketch of the glory that was Nicky's musculature. And detail after detail of that long, smooth, plump, perfect piece of boy-meat. His drawings were hymns to muscle-lust, valentines to the straight jocks he wanted to seduce and have his way with.

Fuck, he thought, as he watched Nicky -- posing with his beautifully muscled back to Lee, affording him a chance to sketch that hard, round, perfectly shaped butt -- if he only had the nerve to make a pass at this awesome sex-god. But Nicky just seemed like such a straight, innocent dude. He should stop, he figured, or else his desire might consume him so much that he'd be unable to reach out and finger that ass or reach around and stroke that long, thick dick. And that would really fuck things up between him and Nicky. But still . . . .

"OK, Nicky. That was awesome, dude," Lee finally said, exhausted from the sharp pangs of unfulfilled sexual hunger. "I got some incredible sketches. Wait'll you see Ôem. Your body is, like, perfect. You are the ultimate nude model, dawg."

Fuck, Lee thought, as he gazed on the nude young god: just watching his awesome body naked is so damn amazing. Nicky could sell porn tapes of just him walking around bare-assed, not doing anything else.

For his part, Nicky was a little sad the session was over. He loved posing nude, flexing and showing off his hot body, hopefully tempting this incredibly gorgeous gay dude into initiating the sex he was raging for. What an awesome night this was overall -- hanging, near-naked and then totally naked, with a really built, gorgeous gay dude, looking at those totally hot porn comics, seeing Lee's nude drawings, posing, flirting. Shit, this was the way he wanted to kick back at college -- not the same-old, same-old with Tor and those guys, where every night means drinking too much, playing endless amounts of video games, bullshitting about chicks, and (if those guys were like him, which he bet most were) getting sexually frustrated over how much you wanted to get with each other.

"You sure? Cause I'm still up for more. This is kinda hot, I gotta say."

Lee's heart began to beat faster. There was one thing that would be soooo awesome, but damn, did he dare?

"Well actually, Nick, if you're game, I gotta say there's one pose I could really use practice on, cause the models in my class sure don't do it. But I almost hate to ask, man. It's -- I don't know. I mean, I don't want to offend you, dude."

"Go ahead, dawg. Tell me. I'm fine with any pose. Seriously. I'm flattered you think my body looks hot enough to draw."

"Fuck, Nicky, it's hot enough to do more than draw, believe me! But seriously, here's the thing: if I'm gonna be getting together a portfolio to try and land a job illustrating gay porn comics, I sure as fuck have to be able to draw a good hard-on. Know what I mean? I mean, you SAW those comics, dawg, right? Those studs are sportin' wood in like every other panel! And I've had like zip experience drawing rock-hard cock. But, no doubt, you might think it's weird and all, which is cool. I . . . ."

Nicky grinned broadly.

"Damn, son, no problem. Shit, I don't mind jacking a little, gettin' hard. I'd be curious as hell to see some pictures of me standing at attention, primed and ready to fuck!"

"Cool!" said Lee, fingers trembling so much at the thought he wondered how the hell he'd be able to hold a pencil. He couldn't believe he'd had the nerve to suggest it. "Uh, I'd give you a porn mag to look at to get you hard, but all I got is gay shit."

"No problem. I'll just page through another one o' those RAN-DAR comics. That shit gets me hard as fuck!"

As Lee flipped over a page in his huge sketch pad, and sharpened his pencils, Nicky leafed through the stack of gay comics, choosing one with an especially hot cover, showing some awesomely built dude with a pirate scarf on his head plowing Ran-dar from behind. Both dudes were so freakin' muscled, that alone was enough to start a tingle in Nicky's groin. The jungle lord's huge uncut cock was hard as steel, spraying out a thick creamy load at the pleasure of having what was no doubt a huge-ass prick reaming his tight muscle-ass. Nicky just gazed at the drawing of that hard, monster dickÑthe slight curve, the stretched-back foreskin, the beautifully veined shaft, and the dark pink head -- erupting with man-cream. Damn, would he ever like to get his hungry lips around something like that. Realizing his mouth was dry, he swallowed, feeling the lust build in him. Lee's right, he smiled to himself, he'll definitely have to be able to draw huge, hard cocks to make it in this business.

"OK if I just sit back, leaf through this mag, and stroke?" Nicky asked, settling himself into the dorm room's reading chair.

Fuck! thought Lee, looking at that perfectly carved body: legs, abs, torso, arms -- all gorgeously hard-packed and bulging -- and in the center of the picture, that long, thick, luscious-looking cock sprawled sexily, lazily, against one of Nicky's hard-carved thighs. It was almost impossible again to fight the urge to just toss aside his sketchbook and go over and get to work on the tastiest looking length of boy-meat he'd ever seen.

"Sure, that's great. Stroke away, dude. And just so you don't feel too awkward, I'll get naked, too. No sense you feelin' TOO self-conscious!"

The idea to join Nicky in nudity just popped into his mind. It was his dick screaming at him, Lee knew, nudging him closer and closer to trying to have raging-hot sex with this young god. Maybe, he figured, if they were both naked, and both hard (cause Lee knew he'd be straight steel watching Nicky stroke) -- shit, who knows what the fuck might happen?

So Lee put aside his sketchbook and stripped off his skimpy briefs. He couldn't help but notice Nicky's eyes riveted on his long, floppy dick, especially the sliver ring dangling down off his pierced cockhead.

"FUCK!" Nicky said, awed and excited at the sight. "You got a PA! That's so fuckin' hot!!! I been wonderin', seein' all your other piercin's, if your cock was too. I been wantin' to get mine pierced since the start o' freshman year. Shit, Lee, that looks so frakkin' awesome."

"Thanks, man. I gotta say, it feels incredible when some dude starts playin' with it. What a fuckin' electric rush. And guys tell me all the time how awesome this bad boy feels when I'm fuckin' em."

Nicky's ass began to throb and tingle at the thought of that.

"All right," Lee said, settling himself back in his chair and picking up the sketchbook, much to Nicky's dismay, since that gorgeous cock was now covered up, "let's hit it."

Nicky opened the comic and began to skim the first page, idly letting his fingers drift lightly over his meaty young cock.

Nicky was immersed in it almost immediately. After a couple of pages, he was lost in the hot porn rush. He totally forgot there was another boy in the room, as he began his usual routine to pleasure himself: every so often, as he soaked up the incredibly erotic drawings, he'd gently tickle his ballsac and lazily stroke his taint back and forth, even (much to Lee's wide-eyed delight) doing circles around his pucker. It took him almost no time to begin to stiffen, his almost eight soft inches growing longer and thicker and harder with each page.

In this episode, Ran-dar and Tulu were given a few young boys from the tribe to initiate into manhood. The episode began with the two jungle studs bathing the boys in a stream, giving special attention to their ripe young cocks and nutsacs, as well as poking and prodding sensuously in their cracks. The boys were making facial expressions of utter delight, lips pursed in pleasure, and their young cocks hardened until in one panel they were all jutting straight up, rock-hard, dripping streams of cock-honey. (Nicky was fully hard himself at this point; his now nine or so thick inches straining proudly up from his muscled thighs. Lee's breath came in slow, awed gasps as he watched Nicky's big hand trace up and down that huge, thick pole.)

The jungle-lord and his helper, their own cocks huge and hard, were next seen escorting the four youths back to their tree-house, in order to instruct them in the secrets of masculine pleasure, when suddenly, they were all scooped up in a heavy net that lay disguised on the jungle floor. Caught up helpless in the net, along with the frightened boys, their muscular flesh pressed together erotically, Ran-dar and Tulu stared angrily at a group of pirates, their captors, who appeared smirking and triumphant from the jungle foliage. The pirates were hot as fuck: muscular and naked, except for boots and sashes or big-buckled belts around their waists, with swords or daggers tucked into them, their thick, luscious cocks fully exposed. Their leader was this hot fucker with the most muscles and biggest cock, called the Corsair. He ordered his men to give their captives lotus nectar, which would make them docile and horny. The plan was to take them on their ship, then down the river where they would become the harem boys of the sultan Phallos. But first the pirates planned to give them the lotus nectar, to get them horny and sex-crazed, so the buccaneers could see if these captives would make suitable sex-slaves for the sultan.

Nicky was screamingly hard as he pored through the adventure, stroking his huge, hard, lusciously dripping cock while Lee feverishly sketched the hottest scene he'd ever been privileged to draw. At times Lee would have to just sit back and soak in this 3D porn scene right in front of him -- a straight, gorgeous muscle-jock, lying back in all his hard-cut splendor, his perfectly chiseled frame hot as fuck, but making the picture even hotter was that huge hard cock -- almost 10 mouthwateringly thick inches rising ramrod-straight. It was mesmerizing to watch Nicky, a one-hundred-percent straight stud, engrossed in what Lee knew to be some of the hottest hard-core gay porn around, that stiff delicious-looking prick a tell-tale testament to the young jock's excited enjoyment at what he was seeing.

As he sketched, Lee remembered a couple times when he'd been with dudes who had really long thick dicks like Nicky's, but in both cases it took so long to get those pricks hard -- his jaw ached from all the sucking he had to do. But Nicky could grow hard so fast, and he stayed hard so long -- damn, Lee thought, this boy is so fucking virile!

Nicky's hard cock was just too beautiful -- smooth and thick, with a perfect frenum, foreskin stretched to the max to reveal a perfectly curved, precum-glazed head. Lee's mouth was watering, his muscles were twitching impatiently, instinctually straining to get his horny body over there to kneel down and orally worship that dream-dick. But he sketched away, wanting this drawing to be perfect.

Finally he was finished. The drawing, he thought, was amazing -- easily the equal of the hottest page in any gay comic he'd seen.

"OK, dawg," he announced, exhausted at the combined strain of lusting after Nicky's body and trying to represent it in all its homoerotic perfection, "I'm done. Tell me what you think, dude. Start with the earlier sketches, then I'll save my hard-on sketch for last."

Nicky leaped up and grabbed the sketchpads Lee held out for him, slyly noticing that beautifully hard cock of Lee's standing fierce and proud. He tore his lustful gaze away from that tempting length of boy-meat, excited to look at Lee's art.

Almost immediately, he grew wide-eyed, dazzled by page after page of Lee's sketches of him. Not only marveling at the hot boy's expert talent for rendering the human figure, but genuinely aroused at what were, face it, image after image of some very hot male porn. Nicky's hard-on was still stiff and twitching. At times Lee would grab the book and flip ahead to a drawing he really was proud of; when he did this, given the intimacy of standing so close together and the way he had to jostle his body to flip the huge pad, his hard cock would brush against Nicky's thigh or ass, sending a thrilling jolt through them both.

Nicky oohed and aahed, absent-mindedly stroking his straining hardness as he flipped through page after page of beautifully drawn, highly erotic gay porn, featuring HIM as the model. It was head-spinningly hot, especially standing next to the drop-dead sexy boy, naked and hard as himself, who was responsible for this incredible porn, an incredibly cool-looking stud for whom he was so horned-up.

At one point, Lee just pulled up close behind Nicky, resting his hands on the young decathlete's beautifully carved delts, watching over the boy's shoulder while Nicky pored over the nude drawings of himself. The feeling of his body pressed tight against the young muscle-god's, his own hard cock, thrumming with desire, wedged against one of Nicky's hips, then looking down in front of Nicky to see what was rising majestically from between his cut, muscular thighs . . . Damn! it took every ounce of restraint he had to keep from stroking that huge, hard, drippy cock of Nicky's. Ramrod-straight, it stood up bold and tempting, just like one of the cocks in the RAN-DAR comics. Lee was near swooning with desire to slather his tongue all over every luscious inch, then work that outrageous length up his hungry ass. Nicky's cock seemed like it would never go soft: that ripe, jutting hardness, so long and thick and smooth, just spronging up, fierce and ready, full of promise and pleasure. And that big, droopy ballsac, swinging low and luscious. The boy throbbed with sex.

Lee was worried, though, that even though Nicky seemed to like the drawings, he hadn't really said anything.

"So, waddya think?" the young artist asked, hopefully. "Any good?"

"Un-fucking-real, man!" Nicky said, softly, profoundly impressed -- not only with Lee's talent, but with the homoerotic passion throbbing in each drawing, a passion for the sexual possibilities of the male body that Nicky was oh-so-down with. "I can't believe how strong and sexy and . . . just so fuckin' HOT you make me look!"

"Dude!!?? Are you serious!!??" Lee scoffed. "I didn't MAKE you look strong and sexy and hot! Look at you, for fuck's sake! Fuck, Nicky . . . " Lee could hold out no longer.

"I mean, damn, son," he said softly, voice thick with desire, "you're so fuckin' gorgeous." And now Lee began to coo in soft worship as he stroked the boy's big, ripped biceps. "You're so fuckin' built, Nicky! You know how into muscle I am; it's my whole freakin' life: workin' out, hangin' at the gym, sculptin' myself and diggin' on the other fit dudes there, drawin' the male nude, fitness mags, gay comics, shit, any superhero comic that features major muscle. So fuck, man, I KNOW muscle. And I didn't do a damn thing in these sketches Ôcept put down on paper what's here in real life, dawg."

The stroking went on. Lee was helpless now to do anything else.

"Fuck, man," Nicky sighed, loving the muscle-worship, "you make me feel freakin' hot, dude. But, damn, though," he laughed sheepishly, "my cock ain't THAT fuckin' big. No way! I mean, is it? For real?"

"Fuck yeah, dude! Seriously, you are waaayyy hung, dawg." As much as he was dying to, he couldn't quite bring himself to stroke that massive shaft.

Suddenly Lee's own hard cock, pressed desperately against Nicky's hip, felt what sure as hell seemed like Nicky rubbing ever-so-slightly but very sensuously against it. Lee's heart began to race as his cock began to twitch: was he dreaming, or was Nicky giving some kind of shy confession of his interest? No fucking way; couldn't be; and yet . . . ? He had to find out.

On the pretense of wanting to flip ahead in the sketchbook to get to last drawing of Nicky -- stretched out in the chair, reading the RAN-DAR comic, hard as fuck -- he re-positioned himself so he could reach around on either side of Nicky and flip over the sketchbook's pages. Doing so, he pressed himself directly in back of the jock-stud, his hard, dripping cock wedged firmly between the cheeks of Nicky's smooth, muscular ass. Then he dropped all pretense and began to grind sensually, up and down, in the crack of Nicky's smooth, hard muscle-ass. There would be no mistaking the message Lee was sending: "I want to fuck you, Nicky. I want to do all sorts of hot, nasty shit with you."

He was delighted, but not really surprised -- cause suddenly he knew how Nicky must really feel, knew why Nicky was here in the first place, with that lie about Tor -- to feel the jock adonis relax his strong body back against Lee's pistoning hips, letting his ass wriggle sensuously against Lee's thick stiffness, pumping up and down now with the insistence of a young boy's passion.

Heart racing with a kind of sexual epiphany, Lee reached out to let his fingers lightly play up and down that huge stud-cock. Nicky moaned, a loud guttural moan holding years of unconsummated desire, then dropped the sketchbook and let his head lean back on Lee's chest. He brought his own hand tenderly to clasp Lee's probing fingers close and firm around his shaft.

"Aw fuck, dude!" the gay virgin panted. "I am so fuckin' into this! You have no fuckin' idea how long I been hopin' somethin' like this would happen with another dude. ÔSpecialy you, Lee, you're so fuckin' hot. I been wantin' to get with you for so damn long!"

"DAMN, Nicky!"

And so -- wonderfully -- it began.

First there was the feel of each other's musculature as they faced one another and embraced. Both boys' hands played sensuously, hungrily, over hard-packed muscle, feeling the erotic power coiled deep in that beautiful definition. Nicky's head began swimming in an ocean of first-time boy-play. His mouth and lips seemed to breath pure hot desire as he played them all over Lee's gorgeous, stubbled face; his anxiously hard, precum-glazed dick felt so good pressed tight against Lee's; and his hands were electrified, tingling in delight as they ranged over Lee's lean, muscular back and hard, sexy ass. For him, the feel of another fit dude was a revelation: the ripe firmness of Lee's biceps and delts and glutes was sexier by far than the soft, smooth nothingness of a girl's arms, shoulders and butt.

After fevered stroking and smoldering, breathless kisses, the boys were ready for the real show to start. Soon strong hands were stroking each other's hardness, twisting each other's nipples, while tongues lapped roughly at each other's faces. Their breathing now was low, deep, raspy, and suffused with a furnace-like heat.

Lee was the first to break away. Nicky moaned aloud when the contact was broken, but then gasped in pleasure as he felt Lee's hot, famished mouth begin to swallow his lust-engorged cock.

"OH FUCK YES, DAWG!" he choked out, overcome with the sensations of an all-out oral pleasuring the likes of which his dick had never before experienced, the kind of truly passionate, truly sensual cock-sucking only a dude can give.

Lee lapped and kissed and tongued and sucked Nicky's length with a desire that thrilled both boys. He'd lick and play and tease for a few minutes -- tonguing maddeningly around the head, under the foreskin, up and down the piss-slit, nibbling on that thick, sexy sheath of foreskin -- and then he'd take Nicky all the way down, letting the heretofore straight jock experience the mind-bending sensation of having his long cock buried in another dude's throat. Then he'd raise his mouth slurpily up and tease and lick and play again.

That cock-worship went on and on, eliciting a continual stream of wordless sobs and pleasure-groans from Nicky, awash in the awesome force of truly satisfying sex. Every now and then, as a kind of filigree to ornate his cock-gobbling, Lee would suck and lave Nicky's large ripe balls or sneak his tongue down to tease Nicky's firm, bulging taint. Nicky clasped his hands on Lee's head, in a kind of prayer gesture, begging him never to stop. In that moment, Nicky knew he would always have boy-lovers, maybe even exclusively. He would never do without this sex again.

For his part, Lee wasn't even surprised by the feel of the hefty, meaty girth of Nicky's huge shaft: he'd been drawing that awesome jock-cock so much for the past couple hours, studying every facet of its sensuousness, getting intimate with every luscious square inch, every sweet, sexy vein, every curve of glans and fold of skin; he was so familiar with Nicky's cock -- in every fiber of his nerves and memory -- it was like he'd been servicing that beauty all his life.

Then Lee got serious. He was hungry for cum. So he put one hand on Nicky's cock as he sucked it, getting his fingers wet and slimy from the thick drenching of saliva and pre-cum that coated Nicky's dick. Then, with his lubed-up fingers, he began to explore Nicky's virgin pucker, eliciting a thrilled, gasping squeal from the young jock, who'd been wondering if there was any end to the awesome, varied pleasures of boy-sex. As he fingered Nicky's hole, Lee alternated serious sucking with furious fisting on that huge hard cock, while letting those man-sized nuts jostle through the fingers of his free hand. Nicky began that strained pant and cry that is a young boy's cum song; sure enough, one more grunt-cry and Lee's hungry mouth was flooded with thick, hot cream. Lee swallowed and snorted in delight as Nicky cried out in pleasure.

When he had finished shooting, when his heart finally calmed down, Nicky knelt down, took Lee in his arms and hugged the handsome stud, kissing his face all over, an expression of sheer gratitude and bliss.

"Aw fuck, Lee. Aw fuck. Fucking fuck, man," the no-longer-straight jock kept saying in soft, stunned appreciation.

"Good, huh?" Lee smiled.

"Shit, dawg, the fucking best!" Nicky beamed. Then he took Lee's head and kissed him, wet and sloppy, so Nicky could get a good taste of the cum that lingered on Lee's lips and tongue.

"Dudes are so fuckin' sexy, it's unreal," he added, musing out loud, before getting back to fevered kissing.

"Now you," Nicky said finally, nudging Lee to lie down on the floor and then eagerly moving in to try his first blowjob. He took to it with a young jock's enthusiasm, lapping and licking all up and down Lee's delicious length, then sucking the head, then further down, getting as much of the shaft as he could. Nicky had fantasized about sucking dick for so long, dreaming of the satisfaction he'd get from another dude's hard, luscious cock in his mouth, and damn was he ever right. He hummed and moaned over the tasty length of boy-meat filling his excited mouth. Lee just lay back, letting his fingers run through Nicky's spiky blonde hair, amazed at the wonder of this magical evening. He smiled in a kind of knowing delight as Nicky began to suck his balls, then explore underneath, delicately teasing his taint. It's basic sexual instinct, Lee knew: dudes are wired for this kind of oral pleasuring of another dude; our mouths start feeling empty without a regular dose of nice thick dick.

After a while, the fever grew in Lee again -- not just in his mouth, but in his ass. He wanted to get Nicky hard and slicked up so he could feel the pleasure of that awesome cock flooding his ass. Gently, he raised Nicky up off his cock and flipped himself over.

"OH FUCK YEAH!!" Nicky whooped, amped at the thought of his first time 69-ing with another hot boy.

They set to work on each other's cocks, Nicky especially savoring the thrill at having finally unleashed his desire for boy-meat. As these cock-crazed horn-dogs sucked and licked with abandon, fingers began drifting to each other's holes, adding the frisson of ass-play to their cock-sucking.

"Oh fuck yeah, Nicky!" Lee croaked, his mouth dripping saliva. "Work that fuckin' hole so I can take that elephant dick o' yours! Shit, do I wanna feel that fuckstick o' yours plowing my tight little ass!"

"Aw fuck!" Nicky gasped, wondering just how much more ecstasy he could take. "Fuck, do I ever want to fuck your tight, sexy ass! It's so fuckin' gorgeous!"

They resumed their boy-sex, now with a very luscious goal in mind.

Nicky drew his mouth off Lee's hard, twitching cock and dove tongue-first into that ass. He licked and kissed and sucked and tongued in fevered delight, using his hands to slap Lee's firm, smooth cheeks teasingly and then spread those cheeks wide so he could tongue deeper. He'd poke and pry around with his fingers, so fucking hot to get Lee open so he could ram that sweet, tasty ass with his long, thick, throbbing cock.

The ass-play Nicky was working on Lee was exquisite. Nicky attacked his first boy-hole with an unabashed zeal. Lee was in heaven, knowing this straight boy had such enthusiasm for gay lust. He shifted his body; instead of lying alongside Nicky on the floor, he hoisted his leg up and over so he now lay on top of the boy, legs straddling the jock's muscular body. Then, still worshipping Nicky's hard, thick pole with his hot, hungry mouth, Lee rose up on his knees and rested back on his haunches a little, directly over Nicky's face, then lowered his smooth ass down, so Nicky could give his eager pucker a full-bore rimming, readying it for the awesome fuckstick Lee was slicking up.

When Nicky felt that smooth, luscious ass settle over his face, he got to work, burying his mouth and tongue and nose in Lee's crack, snorting and licking in pleasure, using his fingers to pull and poke and tease. It was a major head-rush, knowing this boy wanted to be fucked as badly as Nicky wanted to fuck him -- he'd never had that pure economy of desire in a sexual coupling before. It spurred him on to the most intense love-making he could muster.

After maybe five more minutes of delirious rimming, eliciting cries of pleasure from Lee's cock-stuffed mouth, neither boy could hold back any longer. Lee bent forward to rest on his lithe, muscular arms and scooted his body up so his ass was over that long, hard beautiful rod. Then, flushed with lust, he worked first the head, then an inch or so of shaft into his hot, hungry hole. Nicky moaned deep and loud, from the center of his loins; the sensation of his first boy-hole was balls-deep perfection.

Soon, after some sensual shifting and rocking, Lee settled his young muscle-ass down on Nicky's pubes, letting the young jock savor the feel of his first tight hole.

"AW SHIT, LEE! UN-FUCKING-REAL!! You're so damn tight and warm."

"Mmmmm," Lee just purred, pleasuring himself with one of the longest, thickest cocks he'd ever had before. Fuck, did Nicky ever feel incredible all up in his guts.

Lee began rocking and wriggling his ass as Nicky's hands sensuously played up and down his hips and back. The boys were in the furthest-off realms of boy-sex, lost in a rush of pure physical bliss. Nicky began pumping Lee's hips up and down to match the rhythm of his pistoning; Lee took the hint and began to seriously ride that stallion-cock, pleasuring his hole exquisitely, jacking off his own hard cock. Nicky simply cried and grunted in elemental ecstasy.

After a while, Lee rose up, then lay down on the floor, pulling Nicky up as he went down, then guided the boy's huge thick monster back into his hole. He wanted to fuck this dream-stud face-to-face.

Once they'd switched positions, Nicky used a move he had jerked to a hundred times while watching the gay porn clips he regularly downloaded: he hoisted Lee's muscular legs up onto his shoulders so he could really plow that sweet ass. He gazed down at the lust-drenched bliss-smile on Lee's face and got to work, pounding the boy's hole with his huge joystick. Lee closed his eyes for a while and just let his head sway back and forth dreamily, using his hips and ass to ride Nicky's thick, hard length.

Nicky stroked Lee's thighs sensuously as he fucked him, turning tenderly to kiss and lick them every now and then. Then he began some slow, rhythmic long-dicking, reaching down to grab Lee's bouncing cock so he could fist the boy in rhythm to his own thrusts. Both boys were panting and moaning in the throes of perfect male pleasure.

Nicky plunged to the hilt, then bent down to kiss and lick Lee's bad-boy handsomeness.

"Aw fuck, dawg," he whispered hot and moist into Lee's ear, "un-fucking-believable." Then he tongued all around the inside of Lee's ear. Another kiss, and he rose up to commence some serious fucking. He had what seemed an incredibly huge load building up in his roiling nuts.

He fucked and fucked and fucked, pounding away, loving the feel of his huge sac bouncing over and over against Lee's ass. They were both gasping and crying in perfect lust-harmony again. As he pounded Lee's ass, he began to feverishly jack the boy's cock again. Soon, Lee's face tightened, and Nicky knew what was coming. He pulled out and knelt over Lee, still jacking the boy with one hand and himself with the other. Lee yelled, then Nicky watched in delight as the boy's cock spewed volley after volley of thick white cream all over his abs and Nicky's cock. Then Nicky felt himself go over the edge, and he pointed his cock at Lee's face and let spurt after spurt paint the boy's lips and tongue and stubble and eyes.

He collapsed next to his first lover. All he could hear was his heart racing, the sound of the two of them breathing, and the lip-smacking of Lee slurping fingerfuls of cum off his fingers. Nicky reached down and scooped up gobs of Lee's cum off his cock and Lee's abs, savoring some himself and feeding some to Lee. They smiled at each other, then kissed -- a heady, sensual kiss, their cum-frosted lips and tongues tinged with the tang of jock-seed.

It had been magic sex; unreal, dick-throbbing, ass-pounding, never-fuckin'-want-it-to-end sex. Nicky had never been as body-and-mind-rushed by sex in his life. It was like Whoa! Jesus Fuck! Absolutely Breathless! Awesome! His muscles felt wonderfully exhausted, like they'd just had the most kick-ass aerobic workout ever. He and Lee had left fuckin' NOTHING on the field!

He felt like Pinocchio, becoming a real boy at last, one able to experience a boy's realest, truest pleasure.

"My first dude!" he said softly, in awe at the majesty of this moment. "Fuckin' awesome!"

"First of many, dawg," Lee cooed as he stroked Nicky's smooth muscle-butt.

To Nicky, even though he'd desired it so fiercely and for so long, the force of its rapture still felt like a revelation. What he and Lee had just had was true sex, real sex, sex heightened, fleshed-out. It was sex as mutual need, a deep bodily yearning, and so each boy had had an equal stake in making it as physically satisfying as possible. There was none of the game-playing as there had always been before with girls, none of the stratagems planned to get her to pleasure him in the way he needed pleasuring. Here in this room, both lovers had been on the same page -- the exact same paragraph even, Nicky thought: it was freakin' awesome how Lee knew just what turned his crank. No heterosexual politics, just homosexual pleasure. It was about one reality, one truth: the truth of big dicks that liked to get hard and pump loads of delicious cream; and tight, moist holes that craved to be filled; and beautifully carved muscles that thrilled to sensual stroking; and hot, hungry mouths with a thirst for meat.

As he lay back, loving the soft, sensual touch of Lee's fingers playing over his pecs, his nips, his abs and cock, he thought about all the boys he's had (and has) secret crushes on, all the boy's he's wanted -- and wants -- to fuck. Lee, of course. And that's happened, and will happen again, many many times in the coming year, he knew. Damn, Nicky laughed to himself as he mused, Tor's gonna shit when it turns out Nicky's gonna be stopin' by mostly to see Lee from now on. And Lee would definitely have to start comin' up to Nicky's single room a lot from now on, too. They can mess around together all they want up there, in private; he could just see it, Lee droppin' by, both boys strippin' and suckin' and fuckin' and shit. Then Nicky'd pose for Lee. Shit, it's gonna be so damn hot.

And what about this Donny dude, this friend o' Lee's who's due over in forty minutes or so (which gives him a chance to take that fine-ass cock of Lee's up his very virgin but very very ready ass)? Hope this Donny's a hottie, but knowing Lee he will be. Nicky thought maybe he'd suggest to Lee that they get into jockstraps -- that would be hot as shit, no? If Lee's friend came over and saw Lee and a hot muscle-stud both in jocks, ready to make it a threesome? He could just see it, Lee and him spit-roastin' this dude. Fuck!

And there were some really hot-looking student-athletes on various teams that Nicky knew and lusted after. He was definitely gonna start getting' serious about tappin' some o' that fine shit. It would be awesome inviting some dude over to his dorm, on the wild-ass pretext of havin' them both pose nude for Lee, so he could sketch some hot, naked jock muscle. He bet that would lead to all kinds of hot nasty shit. He could just hear Lee, all mock-sad, after sketching them nude for an hour or so, sayin' "Damn, those are really fine sketches, but shit I hate to ask, don't know if you dudes'd be into this or not, but I'd really like to have some sketches of guys suckin' each other in my portfolio. I'm sure as hell gonna need shit like that if I expect to get anywhere in the world of gay comics." Fuck, Nicky thought, getting hard again, that's like the perfect set-up to turn a bi-curious straight jock! Sure as fuck worked for me, Nicky grinned sheepishly.

Yep, all those fine-ass dudes on campus! Now, it's become like way possible to act on all his crushes. And what about those hot dudes back home, from high school, the ones he was always stroking off to alone at night? Sure as fuck will be interestin' lookin' those dudes up when he got back home for break! His mind stirred with all sorts of fantasies -- none of them out of reach any more -- while Lee stroked and purred, their arousal simmering before the next round.

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