Lost Bay Boys

The Lost Bay Boys by Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

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1. Before Dinner

After an amazing, sun-dreched hour spent jacking and fingering each other on the dock, the boys head up to the boathouse to grab a quick shower. After that, sadly, Jax figures they're obliged to check in with their girlfriends. Major buzz-kill.

Damn, if only the girls were leaving sooner than Sunday!

Like immediately.

Jax couldn't wait to be all alone with his bro up here. Two hot, young jocks -- naked, horny, and seriously into each other's cut muscle and uncut cocks -- it's a safe bet that without the distraction of their girlfriends, the two studs' obvious attraction to each other could flourish in the way it's meant to, in non-stop, sizzlingly spectacular boy-sex .

As Jax and Robbie round up their gear from the dock -- beach towels, sunglasses, phones -- to take with them back up to the boathouse, they hear Janey's car start. Jax checks his phone, and sure enough there's a text from his girlfriend.

He's hoping he'll read something like "You two sexy boys are obviously totally into each other. It's so hot you're gay!!! Cat & I decided to head back home so you 2 hotties can just suck and fuck 24/7!"

Instead he reads, "Cat & I gone 2 town 2 poke around shops. We'll get food & make dinner. Back 6-ish? We girls R HARD AF 4 tonite to watch u HOT BOIZ make out!!" Followed by a bunch of flame, eggplant, peach, devil, and tongue emoticons.

He's sort of dreading the sex with the girls tonight, actually. He's totally closed the book on the farcical `straight jock stud' chapter of his life. But it'll of course be hot to get bi-sexy with his bro, even if it's in front of the girls. How bad could it be to have 2 bi-girls fingering and licking each other, oohing and aahing, while they watch their supposedly het boyfriends get their gay on in a major way.

Suddenly Jax's dick starts tingling excitedly, as it dawns on him that he and Robbie have about four more hours alone together. He's still buzzing from the excitement of what just transpired on the dock, pushing their formerly straight friendship into their hottest boy-sex yet, but he's ravenous for more.

His gaze plays shamelessly over his bro's beautiful nudity -- that lean-muscled build, those freaky-ripped abs, and that long, thick, luscious cock dangling down, a sweet nipple of foreskin teasing off its tip, begging for Jax's teeth and fingers to pinch and pull and stretch and tongue and fondle. Robbie's gorgeous hot jock body is so deliciously smooth and firm, right down to that mouth-watering patch of shaved pubes Jax can just feel his tongue gliding over.

That smoking hot, big-dicked, jock-crush body, beautifully naked, all flesh and cock and muscle and ass, pure ripe boy, begging to be seriously sexed. And Jax is just the dude for the job, having every intention of seeing just how much further they can go in their next few hours alone together, given this surprising gift of more boy/boy intimacy the girls have lavished on them.

We're gonna fuck for sure, Jax thinks confidently, dick pulsating at the thought. I just have that vibe.

So Jax decides to get the ball rolling. First he reads Janey's text to Robbie. His heart races, seeing that roguish, dude-are-you-thinking-what-I'm-thinking twinkle in his bro's gorgeous blue eyes, along with Robbie's provocatively raised eyebrow. Oh yeah, it's on.

He nuzzles up to Robbie, embracing his bro from behind, around his boy's beautifully worked chest, letting one hand sexily play over those perfectly defined, square-cut pecs, sensuously warm from an afternoon in the sun. Then he tweaks those two mouth-watering, rock-hard nips, getting a low, pleased growl from Robbie.

Jax's cock hardens. He wants Robbie to feel it, so he pulls his naked bro closer so his hardening cock is pressed tight against his bro's smooth, firm ass, wedged right in his warm, moist crack.

Their nude intimacy has been a thrilling revelation, a truth he feels he could build a life on.

Jax's big, powerful hands wander sexily down to worship cut, beautifully grooved, rock-hard abs, while pressing his huge, three-quarter-hard cock deeper into the crack of his bro's ass and slowly working it up and down.

Robbie moans low and soft.

Jax kisses the back of Robbie's neck and gently strokes a finger up and down his bro's jaw. It's wonderful to hear the young jock muscle-stud purr from the pleasure of such sexy, sensual boy-play, such frank gay flirting.

He turns his bro's face towards him so they can share a smoldering kiss -- fierce, hungry, vibrant and athletic, muscular and insistent, as only two alpha-male young jocks can kiss, feeding off each other's strong, powerful, electric boy-passion.

Open mouths and tongues mash feverishly agasint each other, gasping and moaning aloud with their desire for each other. Strong hands carress each other's gym-carved perfection, worshipping smooth, firm, cut muscle. Then hands snake down daringly to stroke and fondle long, hard, jutting cocks, already leaky in anticipation.

The two gorgeous young jocks pull back to smile shyly at each other, lust-dazzled that their gay passion has finally been able to flourish, unprepared for how fast and ferociously it has come on, almost taken aback by the fierce, totally uncontrollable, wholly all-consuming sexual desire for each other erupting in them, but unable to keep their hands and lips and cocks off each other.

Life has become continual foreplay for the two boys.

Like wild, rampaging young mustangs, given their head at last after having their natural drive and fury harnessed for so long.

At least, that's how it feels to Jax.

Jax smirks knowingly when he hears from Robbie, as the two nude muscle-jocks jog up the boathouse stairs, their thick, meaty cocks bouncing beautifully as they prance.

"Dude, I brought some kick-ass weed up with me. Feel like getting another buzz on, so we can keep this chill bro-sex vibe going? I can go in and roll us a couple of joints, and we can sit out on this awesome deck up here, high as fuck, and enjoy each other's hot bodies some more. Totally into this bi-stuff with you, bro. Unreal hot!"

Then he pulls up and puts a hand on Jax's chest, the fingers of which immediately start tracing sexy swirls across Jax's pecs and abs and nips. He looks Jax dead in his eyes.

"Cause I can't front, Jackson. I'm getting addicted as hell to fooling around with you, dawg. Worshipping all this hot, gorgeous muscle and that thick, beautiful cock. Gettin' hard and sexy together like this with you, dude. Today has been fucking amazing, man! We got our own private Nude Boy Muscle-ville. Jock-Cock City. Fucking LOVE it, dude!"

His hand plays deliciously up and down the shaft of Jax's rock-hard cock, but he keeps his gaze locked in total, wide-eyed sincerity on Jax's.

"Fuck, I've jacked to spank-bank memories of your sexy-ass body so many times, lying in bed, stroking myself, thinking about how fucking hot you look in the shower, soaping up all that cut muscle, or seeing you all sweaty in the locker room, after practice, your jockstrap soaked, plastered to your stud cock, showing off that big, thick monster-bulge you got. Fuck, dawg, I've jacked so often to fantasies of all the sexy shit we could do together, I feel like we've been into serious dude-sex for months already! Sooo fucking hot we can FINALLY get into this shit, bro! It's like my horniest stroke fantasy has suddenly become reality."

Jax levels Robbie's gaze with a look of pure lust.

"Hell yeah! Ditto, dude -- that's my exact story with you."

Jax pulls Robbie close for another sloppy, breathless, open-mouthed kiss, their ridiculously hard, wet cocks dueling sexily as they excitedly embrace.

We need beers, too, Jax thinks, to go with the pot and cock and muscle.

"Dude, let's run back down and get us a couple of cold ones from the fridge by the slips. Damn, I'm horny as fuck for you, bro!"

"Tight! `With the girls away, the boys will play!' And fuck, do I ever want to play with you, dude."

Soon, six-pack in hand, both boys are back on the second-floor deck that runs around the boathouse. Robbie heads inside to roll a couple joints from the stash in his duffle bag, while Jax stretches out his beautifully muscled, 17-year old jock body in a chaise, knowing how hot he'll look when Robbie sees him. He loves posing for his sexy stud bro.

Jax pops open two beers, takes a long guzzle from one, then positions his long thick cock so it sprawls back temptingly over his cut eight-pack, big ballsac splayed out underneath. He strokes his helfty girth a little, plumping it up more. He loves how into his dick his bro is.

Then he puts his hands behind his head so he can show off his hard-carved chest, pumped biceps, and those dark little wisps of hair in his pits, which he thinks look so damn sexy when he flexes and poses in front of the mirror-wall in his bedroom.

Sure enough, when Robbie walks out on the deck, he looks at Jax and winces.

"Fuck, bro, you're just too fucking beautiful! Hot dudes are way hot, no doubt, but you are easily the hottest dude I know. I swear you're way more ripped than when I saw you last. And now with that hot-looking buzz-cut and that sexy beard-scruff -- fucking stud beast, dude!"

Jax thrills to hear Robbie gush over his beautifully worked jock body and the sexy way he's groomed his hair and light beard this summer. He can feel his cock tingle and harden at the thought of what's ahead of them after they get high on Robbie's weed -- worshipping each other's hot muscle and cock, teaching themselves how hot, horny muscle-jocks pleasure each other in private. Stroking and sucking and fucking his gorgeous stud bro.

For Jax, it's Robbie who looks the sexiest -- all that carved, lean, naked beef and that long, thick, swinging dick. Plus, Jax knows his own best feature is his muscle, his body. But in terms of male beauty'? Male model' hot? Well, Jax knows he's not bad-looking, actually kind of handsome, he thinks, in that all-American jock sort of way. But Jax's idea of true male hotness is more the edgy outlaw type, the bad boiz, the fallen-angel heart-throbs.

And that was Robbie -- seriously hot, hypnotic, mature, roguish. Robbie has a brutally handsome face that takes Jax's breath away. He bet Robbie's sexy-stud looks get every hot boy's dick hard -- his bro has that kind of young James Dean, smoldering gay pornstar hotness.

Lying back in the chaise, stroking his thick, fully hard cock, Jax leeringly checks his hot naked bro out.

"I admit my body looks hot from all the work I put into it, but Robbie -- dude, seriously, you are flat-out gorgeous. Handsome as hell, dick-hardeningly hot, with all that luscious cut muscle, fucking sexy-ass eight-pack washboard, and that sweet, succulent, uncut fuck-stick you got jutting up between those ripped thighs. You fucking define `hot,' bro."

Jax loves this new matter-of-factness in voicing their mutual boy-lust. This is the life he wants from now on, hard-core flirting with other sexy jock hotties. Totally gay, totally out, and sexually active as fuck.

He wants Robbie as his boy-friend, that's step one of the dream, being sexy together like this all the time with his boy. Then they can start living the dream, cruising the jock studs in their high school, finding out the other hot gay athletes. Then all those sexually repressed sleep-overs with smoking hot team-mates, all afraid to show their raging desire for each other, can suddenly become super-sexy sausage parties, full of gorgeous muscle-studs in hot underwear or naked, seriously cruising each other, steamy-hot muscle-worship that becomes an orgy of boys jacking and rimming and sucking and fucking.

That dream-life is there, Jax knows it. It's starting so beautifully now, today, up here in Sherwood, with his bro. His soon-to-be boyfriend.

Robbie grins his sexy Puck grin, then strides across the deck towards Jax, smooth, lean muscles rippling as he moves, thick jock-cock rock-hard, bobbing up and down as he pads over.

Then he suddenly stops and flexes for Jax, posing, pumping his guns, surprisingly huge for such a lean stud, his pecs beautifully square and hard, ripped washboard looking luscious, way more deeply cut than the last time he saw his bro, back in May.

Fuck, he HAS been working out, Jax thought. He's getting seriously shredded, getting my kind of definition.

Robbie turns and clenches his ass muscles. An involuntary moan explodes from Jax's lungs.

"HOT fucking ass!"

Robbie turns back around, clenching the muscles in his hard-carved eight-pack, letting sensuous fingers play up and down his abs, then reaching round to tease his crack in back while he jacks his big jutting cock.

His penetrating, crystal-blue eyes seem to glitter in the sun. They bore into Jax's lust-glazed glare.

Robbie licks his lips like some bleached-blonde, straight-porn slut. His fingers, which have been sensuously fondling his long, thick, mouth-watering hardness, suddenly freeze on his shaft. He pulls his big dick down and lets it sprong back up a couple of times.

Jax winces with lust.

Robbie sneers lewdly, then grins, fist-bumps his bro, and settles down on the cedar deck, plunking his lean, luscious bulk right next to Jax's chaise. He sparks the thick spliff he's rolled, takes a deep puff, and passes it to his bro, while accepting the beer Jax offers him.

Jax inhales, lets it out, then takes another deep drag and passes back the joint. After letting the smoke out, he scoots as far back in his chaise as he can, and pats the area in front of him.

"Here, dude, sit up here, so I can get my hands on all that sexy fucking muscle!"

Robbie happily accepts the invitation, easing his smooth, firm ass onto the side of the chaise, pressing it against Jax's strong, muscular thigh. The touch of their firm, bare flesh against each other is electric, sending a jolt through Jax's already-hard cock.

But Jax wants his bro closer.

"Nah, dawg. Sit here. Right in front of me."

He swings his powerful legs around Robbie's hips, using them to draw his bud closer, until his bro's muscular back presses right up against Jax's carved chest and hardened nipples.

"Get comfortable, bro."

Robbie settles snugly in front of his bro. Jax's strong, muscular legs embrace Robbie's on either side. Jax's stone-hard nipples feel incredible brushing against Robbie's sculpted back.

The two horny boys pass the joint back and forth, alternating each puff with a chug of beer, Robbie stroking the inside of Jax's thighs, Jax kissing his bro's neck.

Jax loves the feel of his hard, thick cock mashed up against Robbie's butt and lower back. He starts letting his hands play sexily all over his bro's strong shoulders and nicely carved pecs, fingers circling his bro's sexy, dime-sized nipples.

Robbie exhales, moaning the smoke out of him.

"Fuck yeah, dude! So hot feeling you work my muscle and tease my nips."

He passes the joint back to Jax, who takes a deep drag, then hands it back.

Jax's hands trail down Robbie's chest, tracing the cuts in his bro's beautifully grooved eight-pack, then down to fondle Robbie's hard, thick, leaky cock.

Jax sighs in unabashed boy-bliss.

"So fucking hot, dude. Can't keep my hands off all this lean, cut muscle and thick stud cock. Been horny for you from day one, dawg! Since that first time I saw you in the shower after you joined the team last summer. You're so fucking hot, dude. Feels awesome to be able finally to say it."

He goes back to hot, breathy kisses on the back of his bro's neck, while pinching Robbie's pebble-hard nipples and working his own straining cock against his bud's ass.

Robbie lets out a soft, luscious purr.

"Hell yeah! Fucking aMAZing to finally be with you like this, man. Two hot jocks, sexing each other up, playing out our deepest fantasies."

Jax lightly kisses the side of Robbie's face. Then his bro turns so they can really kiss, moaning in young jock passion as their lips mash, their tongues lick, their mouths pant.

Jax's hands keep playing over Robbie's cut muscle. It gets Jax so hard, being able to muscle-worship his beautifully ripped bro.

"Feeling this sexy-ass body of yours, dude, all hard, cut muscle. So fucking hot. You're so fucking ripped, dude. Fucking gorgeous! Gets me so damn hard!"

Robbie lays his head back on his bro's hard-carved chest. Jax is making love to Robbie's body, running lust-addled hands across that beautifully worked chest and washboard, jacking his best bud's cock and teasing his big nutsac.

Robbie grunts in deep, primal boy-pleasure, pumping his ass against Jax's straining cock as he works his hips to fuck the hand that's stroking his dick. Again he turns his face to Jax for more sloppy, passionate, tongue-filled kisses.

Then Jax really starts working Robbie's cock in earnest. While one hand sensuously strokes his bro's shaft, matching Robbie's fist-fuck rhythm, the other fondles that big nutsac and traces down his boy's smooth, warm taint.

He loves how Robbie immediately shifts his butt to give Jax total access to his taint and pucker.

"Fucking loving the feel of this thick, meaty, luscious jock cock of yours getting bigger and thicker and harder as you fuck my fist, dawg. Oozing out all that sweet jock honey. Fucking awesome! And, mmmmmm, love to tease this little sexy place under your balls, and this tight little boy-pucker. FUCK! Dudes are soooo damn beautiful. Boy-sex turns out to be off-the-hook hot. LOVE making love to my bro like this!"

"Fucking love the feel of your hand on my cock and your finger in my crack. Big strong jock hand worshipping my big jock dick. Teasing my tight, cherry hole. So fucking hot, dawg!"

Robbie leans his head back so he can look up into Jax's eyes.

"Seriously, bro, I been hoping something fierce, ever since you invited me up here, that we'd take our friendship to the next level this summer. I've been aching to get into some serious bi-curious shit with another hot jock for like fucking forever. And I been wanting to get into sexy-ass shit with you specifically, dawg, that fucking first time I saw you all sweaty and gorgeous with your shirt off at practice last summer. Goddamn, lust at first sight for me, bro. And then, yeah -- that first time seeing you in the shower! Fuck, did you ever look hot! All that naked, gorgeous, freaky cut muscle and that big-ass dick, looking so damn hot in the steam and shower-spray. I jacked to that memory for like a month, dude!"

Robbie kisses Jax sensuously, letting his fingers stroke up and down the sexy scruff on Jax's hard jaw. He takes another puff of pot, exhales, and goes on confessing his bro-lust.

"Fuck, Jax, I always love looking at this fine fucking body of yours. Hands-down my go-to j/o fantasy, dude. So fucking horny for you, bro!"

Robbie takes the last puff on the joint, flicks the roach over the porch railing, and continues.

"This bro-sex thing is gonna be such a great outlet for us, being able to get with each other like this whenever we want. I mean, I'm hella straight, obviously. Just like you. I mean, I get you're going to be moving on to another girlfriend, since Janey doesn't seem to turn your crank any more. Which is even more of a reason for you and I to get busy on the down-low. You're gonna need your sexy-ass bro to help tide you over until you find your new Ms. Right. And I adore Cat, totally, but no way can she fully satisfy me. Not nearly."

He winks at Jax, a twinkle in his blue eyes.

"I can see now what I've been missing -- a bro's touch! Cause, like, it wouldn't feel right to cheat on her with another girl. So having a secret, sexy, side-piece bro is gonna be perfect!"

He pulls Jax's head down to his and gives his bro a deep, sensuous, slow-tongue soul kiss.

After they break their kiss, Robbie again flashes Jax that sexy, mischievous grin.

"We're gonna have the best of both worlds, dude! Hot-Girl Love and Jock-Boy Lust!"

Jax's heart can't help but sink. This was going so right, and yet it still seems so wrong. He just can't believe Robbie isn't willing to admit what seems so clear to Jax -- that his bro is as much a young gay horndog as he is.

But he shakes off his doubts. The feeling of his hard, throbbing cock wedged in Robbie's crack helps him visualize his ultimate prize. And Jax loves how Robbie keeps not-so-subtly working his ass back and forth over Jax's own huge hardness, firm and jutting against Robbie's smooth backside. Maybe his bro is still just not ready to admit the truth of his sexuality to himself.

Jax decides to keep up their charade a bit longer, so he coos lustily in his bro's ear.

"So, just how gay are us bi-curious boys gonna get with the girls tonight, bro?"

"I'm thinking all they want is to see us fake a little gay shit. Maybe jack each other off until we cum? Maybe kiss? You know -- bro-sex shit, like we've been doing all day. Then, guaranteed -- the pussy juice'll start flowin' and they'll be screaming for these big dicks!"

Jax feigns concern, trying to hide his excitement at how he's about to play this opportunity.

"I don't know, dude. They sounded pretty damn psyched earlier, like they're expecting serious gay-play from us. I mean -- remember? -- Janey was talking about us doing gay porn. And she had a ton of eggplants and peaches in her text, and you know what that shit means."

"OK, so maybe one of us sucks the other one off for a minute or two?"

Jax keeps rubbing his hard, straining cock against his bro's ass, more excitedly now, thrilled to feel Robbie match his increased pace, like some deep, subliminal reflex is kicking in.

"I'm thinking gayer, dude. Seriously."

"You think they want to see us fuck?"

"Bingo!"

Jax's strong hands are clenched over Robbie's deliciously carved pecs, roughly mauling his bro's hard nipples, while his hips piston his thick, screamingly hard cock insistently against Robbie's wriggling backside.

"I mean, bro, it sure feels like this sweet jock ass of yours is anxious as fuck to get its cherry popped."

Robbie moans. The pleasure is clearly too much for him.

"You got that right. I mean, fuck, dawg, call me queer, but I been wantin' to take dick from a dude -- and definitely from you, bro -- for a while now."

Jax's heart is pounding so loud in his ears he's sure Robbie can hear it. He knew they were going to fuck this afternoon. Holy shit, this is fucking it!

Robbie keeps sliding his ass sensually over Jax's huge, engorged hardness, with Jax matching his rhythm each time, dry-humping that smooth crack while he fist-fucks his bro's precum-glazed hard-on.

Jax can feel his nerves actually shaking, trembling, delirious at the prospect of his first boy-fuck.

He keeps up cooing sex-talk to his hot bro, as a soundtrack for their foreplay.

"Watching you strut this lean, cut body around naked all day, it's been like a fucking dream, dawg. Fucking hot gay-porn fantasy."

Robbie moans in pleasure as Jax works his bro's big cock.

"Yeah, jack that dick, stud! `Gay-porn fantasy' is right. I lay in bed all the time, stroking to shit I'd like to do with you and the other hot dudes on the team."

Jax laughs.

"Same here, dawg. And Coach! Fuck, do I ever fantasize about sex with that dude! Fucking stud!"

"Fuck yeah! Coach! Fucking STUD!"

Jax is amazed at how readily his self-confessed `straight' bro talks about his boy/boy desire. But maybe it's no surprise, he thinks. There are so many hot dudes around everywhere these days, all with gorgeous, gym-worked bodies, all dressing so sexy, flaunting all that hard-carved muscle. Not just at school, where it seems like every young jock stud has learned to dress as daring as possible to show off their cut, luscious muscle, but now there's so much hot gay porn available, as well as sexy studs in every movie, it seems. The homoerotic is the new normal now, Jax thinks, just like it was in Ancient Greece. So horny young jocks like us, into muscle, can't help but drift into m/m sex. It's the air we breathe, the world we live in, the logical next step.

They kiss ravenously, passionately, ferociously. All the pent up boy-lust in them is exploding, like a week's worth of cum gushing out of a horny teen's cock.

Then Robbie seems to get control over himself.

"I mean, this is normal, right? Cause I gotta believe that EVERY straight jock boy, being around other hot naked jocks all the time, in locker rooms and showers and shit, wonders what a hard thick cock reaming his tight cherry hole feels like. It's gotta be, like, every young jock's secret fantasy, right? Sucking and fucking and jacking with another hot muscle hottie? I mean, seriously, how much have you thought about it, wondered about it, yearned for it, jacked to it? Cause for me? It's been like for-fucking-ever. Shit, I can't even remember the last straight porn I jacked to. Boy-sex is like the ultimate taboo sexual fantasy for a straight dude. That's why is so extra-hot."

Jax tries to formulate a response.

"I -- I mean -- . . . ."

What he wants to say is, "Robbie, dude, I can't front any more. I'm one hundred percent gay as fuck. I've known it for a while now. I want to fuck and suck with every fucking hot boy on our team. But especially you, dawg. Cause I think you're obviously hella gay, too, and fuck, do I ever want you as my boyfriend."

But he's just too torn between confessing he's gay, putting it out there, versus letting things go on as they are -- because the boy-sex they're sharing is absolutely incredible, and he sure doesn't want to spook Robbie at this point.

And anyway, his heart is beating too fast, he's just too nervous about what Robbie might say, how he might immediately shrink from such a revelation. So instead, he plays it safe, hating himself for it.

"I -- I guess, yeah."

Head resting against Jax's chest, and his hand on top of the hand his bro is using to jack his cock, Robbie blithely goes on.

"I mean, girls are our main thing, obviously. But no shame to admit I'm gay-curious as fuck. Damn, Jax, it's gonna be so hot making out in front of the ladies as foreplay tonight. Watching you slip me that huge stud cock of yours for a bit is gonna get them dripping wet! And then comes the serious fucking! Am I right? Damn, son, after we get our little gay on, we're gonna be living large in pussy nation! I seriously cannot WAIT to fuck Janey! Fuck, is she ever hot!"

Jax can't stand hearing how resolutely straight Robbie keeps claiming to be.

But this is so damn nice -- the jacking and kissing and grinding and muscle-worship. All the sex he'll have with his bro from here on in will be nice.

In fact, he wants to start that sex immediately, so he gets an idea.

"Dude, don't front: you ever been with a dude before? I mean, like, actual boy-sex. Like sucking and fucking. It's cool, you can tell me."

"No, bro, never, but I'm ready as fuck for it."

"Well, bro, go with me on this: we don't want to look lame in front of the ladies tonight, right? Like not knowing how to suck cock or fuck a tight jock hole? I mean, they'd fucking laugh at us."

"Hell no! We gotta look hot for them. They gotta be totally into seeing us get our gay on. But I ain't worried, bro. I think boys are sort of hard-wired to know what to do with another dude. Just do what comes natural, right? Girl-pussy, boy-pussy -- I mean, pussy's pussy, no?"

"But, dude, I mean, we got time now. Plus, we got a sweet fucking buzz on -- your pot is killer, dude. The girls won't be back for hours, dawg. What say we take this boy-play to my bed and get some practice in? I'm hot and horny as fuck to suck on this big fucking cock and bust that tight little jock cherry of yours."

Robbie's eyes lit up.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"OH HELL YES! Game on, bro! Been dreaming about getting a pounding from this big fat meat of yours all fucking year, bro! My ass is crazy-hungry to feel hard, jock cock."

Robbie grabs the second joint he's rolled off the table near their chaise.

"Dude, let's spark another joint first. Sex is way hotter with a really good buzz on. Let's make this epic!"

"Fuck yeah!"

Robbie turns around on the chaise, facing Jax, knees straddling his bro's torso, his steel-hard cock pressed right up against Jax's jutting thickness. Jax lowers the back of his lounge chair a bit so they can really grind up against each other.

Before Robbie has a chance to fire up the joint, Jax pulls his friend close, and their mouths go crazy on each other, tonguing and panting as they grind their excited cocks together.

"Fucking sooooo hot for you, dawg! You're so damn beautiful."

"So fucking hard for you, dude!"

Robbie lights his spliff, takes a deep drag, then pulls his bro's face close to his and shot-guns his huge exhale of smoke into Jax's mouth. Jax loves it, loves that Robbie wants his lips pressed tight against his, loves the feel of their huge, straining hard-ons pressed desperately together.

Fuck, Jax thinks, I fucking love boys.

The thought of his life from here on out, getting sexy with boys, fills him with a sort of radiant confidence.

They share the joint, beaming at each other, softly kissing every now and then, through a haze of lust and weed-smoke.

Robbie begins to move his hips, seriously frotting their hard, randy, jock cocks together. Jax's nerves are like a lit-up pinball table.

Jax exhales, then grabs Robbie close, pressing their hard-carved chests together, feeling fully aroused nipples brush sensually against each other. He strokes Robbie's strong shoulders and smooth ass while he kisses his bro hungrily.

Finally! Jax thinks to himself, this Sherwood Forest woodland paradise will be used for what Jax feels is its ultimate purpose: a scene of full-blown, all-male, sexual indulgence. His dad never could have dreamed what a gay paradise Jax would turn their cottage into.

Robbie's face is always gorgeous, but now it beams with a soft, boy-addled, pot-infused glow. He looks to Jax, smiling half-sexy/half-goofy like that, the way he looks when he's polished off a six-pack.

He even starts blathering like a drunk.

"Boys are so fucking hot! Not at all afraid to say it! Fucking LOVE the feeling of that big hard stud cock of yours rubbing against mine! Seriously, dawg -- do you think all hot straight jock boys do this when they're alone together? Get like way hot and horny and gay like this? Have all this amazing fucking sex together? Think it's every hot dude's deep, dark secret? Especially every hot, tight bro-couple like us? Super-best-bud hotties, so fucking into each other like you and me are, is this what they do together? And we're just finding out about it?"

Jax can only moan and pull his bro in for another steamy, sloppy kiss. He moves his strong hips sensuously against his bro's long, thick, leaky hardness. They grind their cocks together in wanton abandon as they pass the joint.

Both boys moan their bro-lust continuously, almost in sync with their breathing. They break their fevered, ongoing kiss (but not the fondling, the cock-grinding) every so often so they can finish off the joint, then they whoop and race off to the boathouse bedroom.

They'll be doing this all the time now, Jax realizes, as he scampers into the boathouse, chasing after Robbie's sexy ass. They'll be spending the next two weeks gazing longingly at each other's beautifully carved, big-dicked, young jock perfection, holding it close, worshipping it, stroking it, pleasuring it. He can't fucking wait.

To Jax, it seems like being naked together has freed their bodies, let their needy young cocks and hard-pumped muscle take control, indulging them in the most satisfyingly primal, physical pleasure a sexy boy's body can know, pleasure from another hot dude.

Before they hop into bed, Robbie has to piss from the beers. Jax follows him into the bathroom, standing there, watching, feasting his eyes on Robbie's cut, naked torso and that long, thick cock, loving the sight of his bro-crush pissing -- lean, lanky, hard-muscled body, standing there, ass cocked, poised, perfect, arms akimbo, not even needing to hold that long, luscious dick drooping down, all thick and fulsome between his beautifully carved thighs, as his piss-stream gushs from the tip of his thick jock cock.

Once in bed together, the boys at first just gaze at each other with wide, excited eyes. Robbie begins shyly, softly. He kisses Jax gently, then lets his tongue gently trail over his bro's sexy beard-scruff, while a hand traces the contours of Jax's beautifully buzzed head. His other hand is down by Jax's crotch, working his bro's thick jock cock. His smile is like a soft, sexy purr, his voice a hoarse whisper.

"Love watching you walk around nude all the time up here, dawg, seeing this long thick dick of yours waggle and bounce when you move. Such a fucking turn-on, such a gorgeous, perfect cock. Wish we could be naked together all summer long, dude."

He keeps stroking Jax's dick dreamily, then sounds a note of sudden alarm.

"Hey, tell me if I do anything too gay for a hot stud like you, OK?"

Jax can't help but laugh. His cock is raging hard. He's kneading the smooth, firm globes of his bro's firm, perfect bubble-butt. He wants into that ass so bad it's got him trembling.

"Dude, don't even trip. I'm pretty sure the shit I wanna do is waaaayyyy gayer."

But as much as he'd like to just start pounding that sweet, sexy ass, he wants to luxuriate, at long last, in slow, delicious foreplay with his stud-crush. So his hands and lips and tongue begin to trace his deep gay longing for his bro all over Robbie's firm, young, muscle-jock body.

Jax lets his tongue play up and down and across Robbie's ripped abs, letting his tongue-tip worship every crevice and hard ripple of that beautifully carved washboard. Then he takes his own hard, dripping cock in his hand and traces precum patterns all over Robbie's sexy eight-pack.

He drinks in the sight of Robbie's hard, smooth, jutting cock, looking so thick and tempting, and lets his hand stroke his bro's length reverently, teasing the tip and shaft and balls with his tongue. He slides one hand in back to groove Robbie's smooth ass-crack, letting his bro know that's his ultimate goal.

Robbie whimpers in utter delight.

The most natural thing in the world, Jax realizes, is slipping a bro's cock into your hand or mouth, cupping his firm, smooth ass in your hand, letting your middle finger play up and down his crack, teasing his tight pucker with your anxious desire. He sees now that gay sexual intimacy like this is a given in any friendship between two hot, horny boys.

Robbie moans in pleasure, writhing sexily on the bed.

"Aw fuck, dude! You're a sexy-ass bi-boy! Fucking love this shit, dawg."

This is just what Jax wants, to tease his bro into ecstasy, getting him super-horny for their first fuck, teaching him his true desire.

"Aw yeah! Work that jock hole, dude! Get my ass ready for its first pounding, Jax! You heard Cat and Janey -- hot chicks LOVE bi-boys! No doubt, the more dick we take tonight, the more pussy we get afterwards."

Hearing Robbie keep harping on pussy in the midst of this hot boy-sex is tedious as hell. Oh well, he decides, maybe he can fuck some sense into his bro this summer.

Robbie shifts his lean, lithe body around so the two muscle-studs can sixty-nine each other's big jock dicks.

At first, before taking Jax in his mouth, Robbie just gazes reverently at that tempting length of firm, thick, fleshy boy-meat, letting his fingers stroke gently up and down the shaft.

"Fucking love this cock of yours, dude. Huge, veiny, luscious -- pornstar dick, dude. So fucking hot!"

Jax looks over from his bed and sees his cock in the mirror -- long, hard, fully erect, looking like it could stay hard forever. It feels like it, too. Then he watches his bro's head descend on that thick, drooling length of jock-dick. Robbie is on it like a boy possessed, gobbling and licking and sucking in snorting delight.

Jax is cresting on a wave of wonder, ecstatic at finally having actual gay sex with his stud-crush.

"You like sucking that big-ass dick, bro?"

"Fuhh yiih," Robbie mumbles, mouth stuffed with jock-meat.

Jack laughs and chows down on Robbie's gorgeous cock.

Their mouths slobber over each other's hard, randy, young cocks like two starving boys let loose to gorge on a tableful of food after weeks of hunger. Each boy focuses on devouring his bro's firm, thick prick in a scarfing, noisy rush, while excited fingers explore virgin ass-cracks.

To be able to suck cock with unabashed relish like this -- especially the thick gorgeous cock of his hot bro, Robbie -- feels to Jax like the most liberating moment of his life.

Jax nips and pulls Robbie's foreskin, then tongues underneath the loose, fleshy hood. Robbie oohs and moans at each touch of teeth.

They break for a second to catch their breaths and praise each other's hot cocks with raw, raspy, drool-coated voices.

"Fucking LOVE sucking a big dick like yours! So damn thick, so meaty, so delicious."

"Word! You've got such a huge-ass cock, Jax. Major jaw-breaker! Fucking LOVE sucking it! Wanna get better and better at taking you, dude! Hot as fuck!"

Jax's heart leaps to hear Robbie's mission to become an accomplished cocksucker.

Back to more pleasuring of each other's thick, uncut meat. Jax feels a huge glob of saliva and precum drool down from Robbie's mouth, coating his balls. Robbie stops blowing him for a second to tongue up all that heady boy-juice from off Jax's big, droopy ballsac, making little circling motions all over his egg-sized nuts, driving Jax crazy.

Then Robbie settles back into serious sucking, all the while fingering Jax's tingling pucker.

After a couple more minutes, Jax takes his mouth off his bro's saliva-glazed hardness to affirm his profound pleasure.

"Aw fuck, dude! That sexy chinstache of yours scratching my thighs when you blow me? Fucking exquisite, dawg!"

Robbie pulls off the huge hardness he's sucking to breathlessly reply.

"Dude, that beard scruff scraping my abs when you suck my cock? That alone could make me nut!"

Jax catches Robbie's eye and hits him with the obvious truth.

"There is no better sex than this available any-fucking-where, period. With anybody. Impossible to achieve any greater pleasure for me than this sex, here, now, with you. I feel like a young god having sex with you, bro. Fucking unreal!"

The two boys mirror each other -- sucking each other's cocks, jacking them, playing with each other's nutsac, and working a couple fingers in each other's ass. Their most profound pleasures in sex match up perfectly.

Jax feels like they're each a complementary part of a complex dyadic rhythm, like a paired dance, or some timeless, intricately patterned, primitive ritual of sexual ecstasy practiced by two zealous young shamans.

Jax's never felt closer to another person in his life. Not even his dad, who was at once so close to him, his best friend, yet so distant, so mysterious. So much of his father's inner life Jax knew absolutely nothing about, he realizes. But with Robbie now, in the midst of this awesome boys' first-time right of passage they're sharing, it feels like he and his bro are each half of some mystic, transcendent being. There's a one-ness they share, bred of the ferocity of their strong, sexual attraction to each other's raw, vibrant, athletic beauty.

Their moaning and writhing is so intense, Jax almost can't tell whose voice is whose as they pant and cry their explosive, eruptive, same-sex desire.

Again, almost as one, both boys begin serious rimming of their tight, cherry holes.

To be able to gorge on that sweet smooth ass, while feeling Robbie's tongue lap and lick and tease and taste his own? Jax's cock has never been harder. Both he and Robbie are boys who can never get enough ass-play.

The saliva-drenched sounds of their moaning and panting and lip-smacking are like heavenly music to Jax. A keening, hypnotic, primitive-rhythm melody for male chorus. The sound alone is erotic. Part of the soundtrack, he realizes happily, of the rest of his sexual life.

He could rim his bro all day, but his throbbing cock tells him it's time to claim the prize, seize his booty.

He pushes Robbie down on the bed, facing up at him, so they can watch each other as they fuck. Then he starts with his fingers, poking and massaging and slowly prying, trying to get Robbie's tight-puckered boy-pussy big enough to begin to wedge his straining, aching cock in.

Robbie moans low and guttural at the first feel of Jax's fingers seriously digging into his pucker.

"FUCK YEAH! Work that tight fuckin' hole, dude! Get me ready to take this big-ass dick!"

"Hell yeah, bro. Gonna give this tight little jock hole the pounding it's wanted for SO damn long. Gonna bust your fuckin' cherry with this big stud dick, dude. Fucking LOVE this sexy ass you got, dawg!"

Jax works on Robbie's hole with an intense zeal, as if his throbbing cock is rushing him on. He can't believe how, as he watches, that pinched, sexy little rosebud of Robbie's slowly relaxes open, allowing finger after finger to pry it bigger and bigger. Soon it looks like a sexy, slutty little mouth, mouing open lasciviously, pouting for a thick dick to suck.

Jack always keeps a bottle of lube by his bedside, for the intense ass-play that's been a part of his masturbatory ritual for quite some time now. So he grabs it and starts drizzling, slowly lubing his own long, thick, painfully throbbing cock before genrously slathering his bro's sweet cherry hole.

"Hurry, bro! My hole is fucking on fire for that dick!"

Jax puts down the bottle and brings the tip of his hard jock thickness up to his bro's hole. He grabs his meaty shaft and plays his drooling cocktip up and down Robbie's crack, slowly, sensually, like a maddening, endlessly repetitive prelude, teasing his bro's ass, tapping his big cock-tip against Robbie's hole, as if tsk-tsking it for its shameless desire to take dick.

"Fuck me, you fucker! Gimme that stud cock, bro!"

Jax can wait no longer himself. He's as desperate for his first piece of boy-ass as that ass is to have its first dicking. So, slowly but steadily, he eases the head in, his brain immediately lighting up with the mind-numbing thrill of a hard, hungry cock being buried in a boy's sweet ass.

Robbie cries out, not in pain, but in shock at immediate pleasure.

"OH FUCK YES!! That cock feels fucking AMAZING plowing my ass. Shove it in, bro. Fucking ram my cherry hole up to the hilt."

He cries even louder as Jax works his shaft in another inch.

"AW FUCKING HELL! You feel SOOOOOO fucking good, bro! BURY that fucking cock, dude!"

Jax clasps his powerful hands onto those smooth, sexy butt-cheeks. As he eases his dick in further, he can't help but look over into the mirror at the scene on the bed: two incredibly hot, seriously cut young muscle-studs, looking sexy as hell as one stud plows the other's smooth, ripe muscle-ass.

We look fucking amazing, Jax thinks, his cock throbbing even harder now, every muscle in his body feeling strong and alive. If someone filmed us, this would be instant dick-hardening gay porn. Unbelievable how hot we look fucking.

He turns back to look down and watch his hard, thick cock work into his bro's hot ass.

He shifts his hips back a bit, then starts a steady push until he's balls' deep.

Robbie tears a moan out of his chest as Jax eases that stud cock all the way in until Jax's trimmed bush rests against Robbie's nutsac.

Being in Robbie's ass feels unreal. He holds still, savoring the exquisite pleasure of his hard, thick, throbbing cock sunk deep into a boy's warm, wet, wonderfully tight ass for the first time. Robbie's soft, sweet, whimpering purrs of delight add to Jax's luscious sensory overload.

"Dude, don't EVER take that dick out!"

Jax sighs in deep, total bliss.

"So fucking hot!"

Then Jax's cock starts voicing its needs again.

"You ready to get fucked, bro?"

"Hell fucking yes! Pound that ass, stud!"

Jax begins pistoning his hips, first slow and smooth, then harder and firmer, Robbie yelling encouragement with every thrust.

Soon both boys are sweaty from the young, eager, athletic exertion of their coupling.

Jax is absolutely giddy from the hottest fuck of his life.

"Dude, your ass is about the sexiest thing in the world. I'd rather fuck this ass than any pussy."

"Fuck, Jax, your dick feels so fucking good in me. I'm your total bottom bitch, stud. I fucking want to ride this dick like six times a day, dawg!"

Jax starts pounding him even harder, working his strong, supple hips ferociusly against an ass that willingly, easily, pounds back on even his hardest thrusts.

"You like this big dick pounding your ass, dude?"

Robbie is dazed, breathless, sort of hiccupping in lewd delight, rocking his head back and forth, as Jax roughly pistons his thick cock into him.

"OH Fuck! Yes! Oh Yes! Oh fuck! Unreal!"

"You're mine, dude! [Ram Ram Ram] My fucking personal cock-slut. [Ram Ram Ram] Fucking hot-stud boy-toy. [Now slower, sensual long-dicking] You'd do anything I ask to get a taste of this big jock dick!"

Robbie -- still gasping, breathless, delirious -- tries to talk.

"Oh fuck. No shit! Fuck. This is. Sooooo amazing. My ass feels. Aw fuck. Never been this hard!"

"Never been this hard either, bro. Your ass is fucking incredible. Never had sex this awesome, dude. Fucking impossible to have better sex than this young god sex we're having. Feels like my brain's gonna cum. So fucking into you, dude. So fucking gay for you, bro. It's fucking amazing with you, dude. You're so beautiful. So hot. Love you soooo damn much, dawg!"

Jax has been staring into the mirrored wall, watching Robbie work his ass back and forth deliriously on his bro's hard length. The sight of Robbie's own big, thick, jutting cock, slapping repeatedly against those carved lower abs, is gorgeous. It sends a jolt of further, thicker lust coursing through Jax's hard cock.

"Pound my ass, dude! Pound me HARD! Feels amazing! You're such a fucking stud, Jax! Such a hot fucking lover!"

Dude-sex is indeed the sport of the gods, Jax thinks.

He loves hearing Robbie's hard, rhythmic grunts as Jax pistons his ass. Deep, raspy, visceral, each cry seems torn out of his lungs. It's like hearing those low, rough, inarticulate sounds that rip out of him during the last set of hard, heavy reps in the weight room.

After another minute or two of Robbie and Jax both moaning their deep, physical ecstasy, Robbie asks Jax to pull out because he wants a better angle for Jax's cock to work his hungry ass, so it can take in more dick.

"Dude, hit my ass from behind. I want to get every single micro-inch of that luscious stud cock reaming my cherry hole."

So he turns his back to Jax, jiggling his firm, gorgeous ass sexily, slapping it a few times, then he grabs hold of the top rail of Jax's antique iron bedframe, steeling himself for an epic fucking.

Jax scoots close, kneeling behind his bro, anxious to get back to this choicest fuck ever. First, he takes a few seconds to savor the sight -- Robbie's tight jock pucker still gapes open, making a small, perfect O,' again looking like a hot boy's pretty mouth, this time making a mock-frightened Ooooh!' at the eye-popping sight of the big dick about to ravish it.

He lets a huge gob of spit drool out of his mouth, trailing down to coat his dick. He palms it over his hefty cock-head, then slowly plunges his hard young thickness, nicely coated with a home-made lube of his precum and saliva and his bro's ass-juices, back into that warm, tight boy-hole.

Robbie lets out a deep, thrilled groan at the feel of his bro's re-entry.

Jax pumps his powerful young hips with a deep, slow, satisfying rhythm, shifting his waist this way and that, savoring the feel of Robbie's responsive ass-walls clasping his thick shaft tightly, desperately, as he ravishes this sublime boy-pussy.

Robbie's seemingly bottomless cock-hunger suddenly flares up even higher, and, still grabbing the bed-rail, he begins slamming his ass back and forth on his bro's long, thick, pummeling length. He wriggles that smooth, sexy muscle-ass up and down, then back and forth, taking control of the fuck, using his bro's steel-hard fuckstick to pleasure his boy-hole wantonly.

This brazen display of proud, insatiably addicted cock-hunger reminds Jax of some of the vids of Thai boy-whores he's seen, young sluts who drape their lithe bodies all over the huge cocks fucking them.

Jax's cock feels amazing getting fucked by Robbie's shamelessly hungry ass. Jax loves watching those smooth, firm ass-globes -- so white and sexy against the rest of his tanned, muscular body -- bob and bounce and ripple and pound back, in furious excitement, on his huge, hard length of rock-hard jock-cock.

The two jock-bros take to boy/boy sex almost instinctually. All the gay porn they've both studied religiously the past couple of years has taught them everything a hot, horny, young gay jock can expect when he couples with another hot bro -- sex that's the equal of the gay clips they've been stroking to.

Looking over again at the reflection of them fucking in the mirrored wall takes Jax's breath away. He considers himself a connoisseuer of hot gay muscle-porn, so he can say without a doubt that he and Robbie look fucking hot. Both boys are so damn cut and gorgeous. He loves watching his firm, tight muscle-ass -- beautifully sculpted from all the squats he does -- pumping into Robbie's lean, ripped definition, whose ass and upper back look like a Greek statue of some young male warrior ideal come to life.

Robbie must have noticed Jax's eyes gazing into the mirror, watching them fuck.

"We look hot as fuck fucking. The girls are gonna wet their drawers instantly. I fucking love watching your hot muscled body ripple and flex and pump while you fuck me, all sweaty and beautiful. So fucking hot, bro!"

Robbie suddenly clenches his abs and throws his head back.

"FUCK, dude! Gonna shoot, bro!"

While Jax keeps pumping that tight jock hole in steady abandon, he looks over Robbie's shoulder, down that lean ripped upper body, so he can watch his bro cum.

"Cum for me bro! So hot! You're not even touching your dick."

"AW FUCK! Here it comes! Spillin' seed! FUCK!!"

Robbie, still holding both hands tight to the bed frame, clenches both his jaws and the muscles in his deeply grooved eight-pack. Jax stares down in awe as a fountain of thick white cream comes gushing out of Robbie's rock-hard cock. Amazingly, Robbie doesn't seem to cum in ropes or spurts. This load, his first time cumming from a young boy lover, just seems to stream out of his cock in one thick, creamy, constant jet. It's unreal hot for Jax to watch.

"Fucking HOT fucking load, bro!"

Suddenly Jax feels the iron-clasp of Robbie's ass-muscles squeezing, with orgasmic fury, on the huge cock buried in its tight jock hole. The delicious intensity of the sensation brings on his own orgasm.

"Gonna cum, bro! Fuck! Where you want my load?"

Robbie pants in strained exhausted bliss.

"Breed my ass, dude! Plant your seed, bro. Mark your fucking turf, cause this ass is sure as fuck yours."

Bro-lust talk is dream-music for Jax. His cock erupts, spasming over and over and over, sending rope upon rope of thick, hot boy-cream all up in his bro's tight, warm chute. He watches as a little of his load oozes back out of Robbie's cock-stuffed hole, drizzling back onto his shaft. So fucking hot.

He pulls slowly out, kissing Robbie's back and neck while he gently fondles his bro's hard pecs and nipples.

More thick jock-cream dribbles sexily out of Robbie's ass. Jax scoops up a thick fingerful and feeds it to his bro.

Robbie smacks his lips.

"Fucking luscious. LOVE your cream, dawg!"

Then he turns around, and the boys kiss passionately, hands exploring cut, muscular backs and round, rippling shoulders and hard, firm butt-cheeks.

Then Robbie looks at Jax with sweet longing.

"Dude, let me clean your cock off."

Jax gives his bro andother quick kiss, then settles on his back, so Robbie can tend to his spent, slimy cock.

Jax is at once relaxed and energized, in the charged stasis of an amazing post-fuck glow. The feel of Robbie's tongue greedily lapping up every bit of cum and ass-juice off his cock -- tip, piss-slit, under his foreskin, all up and down his shaft, then licking methodically, yet sensually, over each of his plum-sized balls -- is sheer heaven.

Robbie looks up from his work to catch Jax's eye.

"Dude, I've never been so fucking turned-on during sex before in my life. This gives like a new meaning to sex."

"Tell me about it, dawg. Best fuck ever by, like, a power of a zillion."

Robbie goes back to relishing every inch of Jax's cock, licking it hungrily, kissing it tenderly, stroking it, letting a finger play sexily up and down Jax's thick, meaty, still half-hard length of boy-meat.

Holding the hefty shaft in one hand, he pokes a finger in under the foreskin and teasingly circles Jax's huge cock-head. Then he kisses the tip with quiet passion.

"Your dick is so fucking beautiful, dude. So big and thick and luscious. Feeling you hard in me, poundig my hole, was just unbelieavble. Like out-of-body experience. I was like, `This is sex? Cause it feels like alien abduction!' My fucking mind is blown, dude."

Jax can feel himself hardening again. It's amazing.

Robbie keeps chanting a low, soft hymn to his bro's dick, kissing and stroking its thickness, worshipping it as it lies sprawled back against Jax's cut lower abs.

"Such a huge, powerful man-cock, dude. So fucking beautiful. Absolutely perfect. I can see why those hot pagan studs back in the day had phallic cults. I fucking WORSHIP this dick, dude. I'm a fucking slave to your cock, Jax. I'm gonna be dancing around all naked and frenzied to this dick."

Robbie rests his head on the massive cut bulk of Jax's chest. He looks up at Jax through sleepy, half-hooded eyes.

"I shouldn't say this, dude. It seems way harsh. But I can't fucking wait until the girls are gone, and it's just us, sucking and fucking and jacking 24/7. Fucking boy-sex all day. Gonna be fucking incredible with you this summer. Damn though, dawg, I am fucked out. I gotta catch some Zzzz's, bro."

Robbie crawls up the bed groggily, stretching his nude, lean bulk out to nap, but first he gives Jax a soft, slow, sleepy kiss.

"Fucking love you, bro. Love you so damn much."

Then his head drops onto a pillow.

Jax kisses him lightly, not wanting to disturb the gorgeous boy as he drifts into slumber.

Jax, too, suddenly feels the effects of all the sex and sun and pot and beer hitting him all at once. He's half-asleep himself.

He lets a finger play ever-so-gently over the cut lean muscle of his bro's shoulder and arm, up and down, over and over, marveling at how beautiful Robbie is, how breath-takingly handsome.

He turns his head away, deciding finally to say what he must say. But he still can't look at Robbie as he says it.

"Fuck, bro, it's been so damn hard to tell you what I keep thinking you already know. Robbie, I'm gay. Like totally. Like very into boys. And like very not into girls. Mainly, I'm very into you, dude. You're so fucking hot, so fucking perfect. Love you so damn much dude, it fucking hurts. Sex with you turns out to be what I knew it would be -- beyond amazing. I just want us to be together like 24/7, dude. Lovers, right? Damn, dude, we'd be SUCH hot fucking boyfriends."

He's amazed at how slowly and softly and articulately he can get it all out. Not even close to crying.

He turns back to his silent lover, on the very off chance he wasn't totally asleep and actually heard Jax's phantom confession, but Robbie's breath is even and regular with the rhythm of sound sleep. He looks absolutely gorgeous, asleep on the pillow.

A second or two later and Jax has joined him.

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