The Alien Culture Project

Chance got back to his dorm after the calc review about 4:45. He stripped off his clothes and grabbed a beer from the dorm fridge. Damn, he felt good. What an unbelievably magical time this has been. And in an hour or so, he was gonna see Reed, the guy who initiated him into this wonderful new life. No, that's not really it, Chance thought, as he sipped on his beer, idly playing with his nut-sac and scoping out hot-looking guys through his dorm window. Reed has just got him in touch with himself, nudged him on track.

His dick got harder as he played with himself. He took a long swig of beer. Damn, it had felt good being in his body these past two days. Everything was humming. Sex was no more a frustrating puzzle. It was the wonderful gift he'd always believed it could be. He drained the last of his beer and flexed his biceps. Yeah, he felt good! His cock had such a nice tingle to it, almost like he could feel his balls churning around down there, working up a nice big batch of cream for his evening with Reed. He stroked his dick lovingly. What pleasure this thing gave him, and gave other guys, too. He fingered his ass a little, savoring the wonderful sense of fulfillment his tight boy-hole allowed him. Fuck, it was great being a young guy. 'Young, hung, and full of cum,' the guys on the team back home used to tease him, when they noticed his long thick dick dangling in the locker room or showers. He never really clicked with that phrase before; now he thought it fit perfectly.

Chance spent time figuring out what to wear to Reed's tonight. Reed loved him in jocks, so he picked out a good one -- his favorite old jock, a vintage Duke, white, but with a very soft waistband that really hugged and accentuated his hipbones. Plus, the pouch was so soft and worn, it was almost obscene how well-outlined his big dick looked. "Damn, Taylor, you can tell what religion you are in that thing!" Coach barked out a couple of weeks ago when he saw Chance in it in the locker room. Coach! - why was he not surprised to find out that hot stud was into guys? Sexy locker room fantasies came true, Chance found out earlier today, so maybe one of those stud-coach-and-hot-jock-get-it-on fantasies might actually happen with Coach and him. Damn, would Chance love that!

An exciting sexual future glittered brilliantly before him now, he realized, with anything seeming possible.

He found a pair of work jeans he thought looked great on him, that hugged him around the hips, showing off his quads and ass beautifully. He stared at himself with the soft white jock plastered around his waist and the jeans hanging down low and tight around his hips. Yeah, Reed should dig this. For a shirt, he threw on what he thought was his sexiest wife-beater, very tight and very short. Chance winced as he remembered that this was the shirt he used to wear, along with a tight white jock, when he'd pose in front of the mirror to get himself hard before he had one of his mammoth jerk-off sessions. He loved how it hugged his abs, showing every ripple and crease, and stopped right about at his belly button, so that his hard, flat lower abs were exposed. He'd see himself in that undershirt, and a nice tight jock, and he'd be hard and dripping almost immediately. He'd stroke and ogle and feel and caress and rub and finger until he got so hard he couldn't stand it, then he'd shoot and shoot in that wonderful, creamy release. He shook his head, sort of stupefied to think he didn't have to resort to that as his main sex outlet any more. But damn, he laughed, how the hell did it never occur to him before that he was gay, with that sort of stuff occupying such a huge percentage of his day!? Anyway, he bet Reed would love him in such skimpy underwear.

He chose his short, tight, black leather vest to wear over his wife-beater, because it was a bit too cool out for just a skimpy T. He thought it was the sexiest thing he owned: it really showed off his massive upper arms well, and he loved the smell of leather. He kept the top couple of buttons unbuttoned, to show of his chiseled pecs. He'd take it off very soon after he got to Reed's, probably, but on the other hand, Reed just might be into leather, too.

But before he got dressed, there was something he wanted to do. He grabbed his shaving kit, one of Reed's stroke mag's, and headed for the john down the hall. Once there, he opened up the magazine to a page with the picture of a stud that had been obsessing him ever since he'd first leafed through this mag. The dude had the same kind of lean, muscled mass Chance did, only this dude had trimmed away most of his pubic hair, shaving it close, then grooming it into a nice, sexy shadow-patch above the base of his cock. Chance didn't have much hair, so it was easy to trim and groom it there in the john. He clipped it kinda short, then sculpted his patch with a razor. He shaved the few straggly hairs on his balls, too, so his scrotum was now a nice big silky sac, and then squatted down and did his ass. He rinsed and patted dry and felt down there. Oh yeah, smooth as silk. Reed's tongue could glide all over there tonight. He wished he had a hand-mirror so he could see how hot his shaved pucker must look. Reed is gonna love this, he thought. He stepped back and looked at himself in the mirror. Another guy came in to shave his face, but Chance paid him no mind. He was too busy admiring how hot he looked. His hard, cut expanse of lower abs now seemed accentuated, like they were just begging to be licked; and of course his cock, already a thick dangler, was even more sexily pronounced. Yep, he grinned at himself in the mirror, you'll do just fine, dude. He looked over to see the other guy's gaze glued to his cock. Chance smiled good-naturedly at him, and gave his thick meat a shake. He grabbed his shaving kit and porn mag, and whistled out the door. Back in his dorm-room, he threw on his clothes, then headed over to Reed's, stopping on his way to pick up a six-pack.

Reed, meanwhile, had spent a lot of the afternoon getting ready for Chance. He'd picked up a twelve-pack of Beck's earlier, on his way back to the dorm from his marketing seminar. Then he spent time transferring the wrestling photos to his computer. He couldn't believe how hot they were. He had lots of Chance and Brock, of course -- a couple incredible ones of their naked torso's, a few choice ones of Chance's thick dick snaking around under that singlet, and a great series of the two boys half-wrestling, half-fucking that looked like the photo gallery from a porn DVD. As he'd hoped, the ones of Coach putting the moves on Chance, pressing his crotch into Chance's ass while stroking his arms and shoulders, turned out hot as hell. There were lots of the other boys stretching, lifting, and wrestling (lots of biceps and butts, Reed realized - oh well, can't fight my fetishes!). It was interesting to see the typical athletic photo shoot -- in this case, a college wrestling practice -- seen through such a gay sensibility as his own. No straining grimaces, no cool escape moves, no cornball scenes of wrestling match triumph -- instead, he was more like the Degas of the mat-room. For Degas, the drama wasn't the actual ballet performance, but rather the small, sensual moments before and after: the ballerinas putting on tutu's, stretching, adjusting each other's dresses, undressing backstage. That's what Reed dug: the stretching, the private moments of wrestlers dwelling in their hard bodies, helping each other with weights, feeling each other's muscles, patting butts, then the undressing later.

And so, of course, there were the locker room shots. Chance wouldn't know about what happened when Reed hit the locker room after practice with all of the team there except Brock and him. A lot of the guys were pumped, saying, "C'mon, dude! You haven't really got a full set of practice pic's unless you get us in our jocks and in the shower!" They laughed and teased him, amateur exhibitionists hoping to shame him into it, but Reed was only too happy to oblige. He started shooting guys at once; he got them stripping off their singlets, standing around in jocks, peeling off those jocks, scratching and fluffing their now-freed dicks, walking to the shower with their cocks swinging and bouncing, and finally hard young bodies soaping themselves. There were even a few photo's of some mock-gay horseplay as a couple guys pretended to fuck their team-mates from behind. Reed was worried about some of those shots coming out, in the steamy mist of the shower, but they were all incredibly clear and outrageously hot.

He organized the photos, stroked his hard-on a little (but not too much, he wanted to save all his cream for Chance tonight), and then went through his clothes to figure out what to wear. After trying on a bunch of his hottest clothes, he decided to go with a little variation of the 'outfit' he wore (or, rather, was caught in) last night -- namely, his underwear. It might have been such a crucial turn-on for Chance, seeing Reed lounging around the dorm in his skimpy briefs, one that might even have explained why Chance was stoked enough to do his sexy strip-tease, so why not try it again?

Besides, Reed -- thinking of every angle -- had another reason why he wanted to wear as little as possible tonight. They were going to order pizza for dinner, and Reed REALLY wanted to flirt with the pizza delivery guy, the one who almost always handled campus deliveries. He was about a year or two older than Reed, and shit, was he hot: a real surfer-jock dude, with long, dirty blonde hair that he wore in a sort of loose variant of dreads, sexy as hell. Looks-wise, he was a total A&F cover-boy, definitely an ex-college jock. Reed'd never seen him naked, of course, but he looked like he had that jock build. He was tall, and Reed had noticed he had big hands and big feet. His plan was for the pizza stud to see Reed in briefs and Chance either naked or in a jock when they answered his knock. With Chance there with him, flaunting that incredible body, if this dude was into boys, something hot would no doubt happen. Reed was hard again just thinking about it.

So Reed went through his underwear to pick out his sexiest stuff. He decided on a couple pieces of the new 2(x)ist stuff he'd bought last week: he chose a square-cut tank, which had those thick, sexy shoulder straps that came in a little farther than the average tank, showing more of his pecs, and was also lower cut in front, again flashing more flesh. It was very tight, so Reed could bunch it up to right above his belly button and it would snugly stay there. Then he pulled on a very, very short pair of low-cut nylon briefs, very see-through, showing his tan, uncut meat beautifully. It had a thick, low-riding waistband with the 2(x)ist logo boldly printed in front and back. Damn, did he look good in them. Oh yeah, dude, you're gonna be fuckin' tonight. He took them off, placed them on his bed, and showered and shaved (face, pubes, and ass) to get ready.

He dried off, and then got the wrestling practice pictures all queued up on his computer. For mood lighting, he flicked on just the desk lamp and lit some candles throughout the room. Then he put his throbbing, bass-heavy reggae dub playlist on low (one of his favorite soundtracks for hot, steamy sex) and lit a couple sticks of sandalwood. He gelled and spiked his blonde hair, which he thought looked so good against his tan skin. Finally, he put his new underwear on. A big grin spread across his face as he looked at himself in the mirror: fuck, do you look good, he thought. He especially liked seeing that his nice, fat, uncut dick, worn sideways, was so alluringly visible in those skimpy nylon briefs. That big ol' country boy is gonna be putty in this city slicker's hands. Tomorrow was Saturday; he was hoping Chance's curfew didn't hold for the weekend cause he wanted to fuck all night with Chance, then wake up tomorrow morning, have more hot sex, and maybe do breakfast together. Disgustingly domestic, maybe, but it seemed hot as hell.

He was nervous, at loose ends, like a schoolboy before a first date, so he popped the top on a Beck's. As he sipped it, he thought about Chance, how after his first gay fling, he immediately started flirting with one of his fellow wrestlers. And who knows what he was up to this afternoon? The whole thing seemed like a country song: trying to love a rolling stone or a ramblin' man or something corny like that. He'd fallen hard for this young stud, but he knew that Chance was too into the exciting rush of gay sex now to even think about an exclusive relationship. Truth to tell, though, Reed was kinda too into sex to think about an exclusive relationship himself. But he hoped Chance and he could form something, some kind of 'home base' of a relationship, one allowing for dalliances, sure, but having a strong central bond of deep physical and mental love that could grow and flourish over time. Aw hell, he laughed, as he drained his bottle, dream on. That little corn-fed hottie is so fucking randy he just wants to hop from one dude's bed to another now. Oh well, enjoy the fun with him while you can. Reed knew when he looked back on his college career, this 'Alien Culture' project was going to loom large as a true high point. Still amped, he did a quick one-hit of pot in his bathroom - not enough to get high, just enough to give him a kind of heightened body-buzz. He wanted every sexual moment he'd spend with Chance tonight to be the most intense it could be.

A few minutes later, Reed heard the knock on his door. Taking a deep breath, adjusting his thick cock, checking out his hair, and making sure his tank hugged his torso just right, he opened the door. Chance's eyes bugged out.

"Holy fuck, do you look hot! Damn, Reed, I'm gonna bust a nut just lookin' at you. That's the hottest fucking underwear I've ever seen."

The two boys embraced hard and hot, then locked lips furiously. In the back of his mind, Reed noticed there was some foot traffic in the hall, but he could care less; he was just so amped to have Chance here, and people seeing them just added some spice.

He hustled Chance in the room, guiding him by that firm, hard ass, and they hugged again, starving hands groping up and down each other's hard bodies, one hungry tongue lapping the other. Chance had his big, rough hands under those skimpy shorts, one hand stroking in front, the other digging in back. Finally they broke for air.

"So damn happy to see you, Reed. Missed you, bro!"

"Brock didn't take your mind off me?"

"Nope, he didn't. Cain neither."

"Cain?!"

Reed was really jealous now.

"Who the fuck is Cain?"

"Chill, bro. I'll tell you later."

Chance stripped his jacket off.

"Nice vest, stud. Leather is so damn hot."

Reed raked his eyes over Chance's hard-cut, muscular perfection -- those hard, bulging biceps beautifully exposed, and that massive chest bursting under a small, skin-tight vest of soft, black leather, worn over a stretched-taut sleeveless undershirt.

Chance unbuttoned the vest, slipped it off, then shucked off his jeans.

"Now, we're twins! I see we both had the same idea for sexy duds tonight! Dudes look so damn hot in sexy underwear."

Reed marveled at the gorgeous muscle-stud, a jock wet-dream vision in just a tight little wife-beater and soft, revealing jock. Reed stared at the jock-pouch, both his mind and dick starting to tingle at the sight of Chance's long, thick cock bunched up down there. He moved in, grabbed those hard, jutting hipbones, and pressed his own half-hard dick against Chance's pouch. He rubbed himself sensually against Chance's cock, and then the two studs got serious. They each grabbed a handful of the other's ass and ground their cocks hard against each other. The middle finger of each boy's hand rubbed hard and eager up and down in the other's ass-crack. Reed kissed Chance along the neck, then licked his collar bone. Chance whispered hot into his bro's ear.

"Fuck, stud, it is so great to be with you again. Damn, dude, we have to fuck all night."

"Can you stay?" Reed asked hopefully.

"No, but I was hoping you could come back to my room later and stay with me. My room mate's gone for a couple days. Please, man, spend the night.I wanna go to sleep with my cock pressed against your ass. I wanna wake you up by sucking you off. I wanna fuck you in the shower tomorrow morning after we've creamed all over ourselves in bed."

They were grinding rock-hard dicks against each other now, tips dripping with pre-cum.

"Fuck, man, you'd have to have a six-inch thick steel door to keep me out of your room tonight."

Chance whooped.

"HELL YEAH! Reed, this'll be so hot, our first night together! Let's not go to sleep. Let's stay up all night, tryin' all kinds of boy-sex shit - fucking and sucking and tonguing and licking and stroking and kissing! How many times can you cum in one night?"

"I think my record is four, but I'll sure give it the old college try to break it tonight."

They kissed more, giddily amped on the other's company, each other's body, each other's desire. Finally, Reed pushed Chance away.

"Lemme get you a beer. We should call for a pizza soon, and then I wanna show you the pictures I took this morning. I think you're gonna like 'em. Plus, we gotta make plans for tomorrow night -- the club."

Then Reed cracked up.

"You know, tomorrow night was supposed to be YOUR experience of an alien culture, but all of a sudden I don't think a gay dance club is gonna seem so alien to you any more."

"No, man, it is! Seriously! Shit, Reed, I never been to a place where everyone was gay before. Can't fucking wait. To be around a whole bunch of smoking hot dudes all night long, and all of 'em as cock-hungry as I am? It'll be kinda like my official coming-out party. Really, man, can't tell you how much I'm lookin' forward to it!"

Then, as he did some kind of crazy cross between line-dancing and the electric glide, he added, "I'm all set to back my fuckin' ass up tomorrow night!"

Reed laughed at Chance's exuberance.

"Cool, dude. You'll love it, I guarantee. I'm gonna take you to this totally hot muscle club downtown. Everyone there is gonna look almost as good as you."

"Sweet!"

"OK, whaddya like on your pizza?" Reed asked, as he opened a couple Beck's.

Chance had taken off his jock and T and was stretched out on Reed's bed. He lay back, his big bulky upper torso resting against a bunch of pillows, long thick cock looking irresistible, snaking full and plump down his thigh. Then Reed noticed.

"Dude, you shaved! Shit, does it look good on you!"

He went in close and traced his fingers along Chance's newly groomed pubes.

"Got the idea from one of those stroke books you borrowed me. Lemme let you in on a little secret, bro."

Chance's voice got low and whispery now.

"I mighta done my ass, too!"

"Can't fucking wait, dude. But first, let's order the pizza, 'cause it's gonna take a while to get here. What do you feel like eatin' tonight?"

Chance smiled his shit-eating grin, all the while ogling Reed in his sexy, skimpy underwear, loving to see that big thick cock bulging under the translucent nylon. The tip poking out of the foreskin made his mouth water. Damn, he wanted that thick meat in his mouth.

"Truthfully? I'd just like to eat your sweet, sexy dick, and drink your hot, thick cum all night."

Reed laughed, as he poured a little beer on Reed's hardening dick, cracking up the young boy.

"Dude, will you please cool off for a bit? You are way too fired up. We gotta have some food so we can stay up all night, right? Besides, I have a special reason for wanting to order pizza ASAP that I think you might enjoy."

Reed explained his plan with the pizza guy, and Chance was psyched. So they phoned in an order (green olive and onion), making sure Blaine was on tonight, and then Reed pulled Chance over to the computer to check out the photos.

Chance stood in back of Reed, lovingly stroking his face, tousling his hair, and rubbing his shoulders and upper arms, as Reed clicked through the photos.

"Damn, these are hot! Shit, man, I never realized it before, but wrestling practice is like a gay porn photo shoot. You sure as fuck nailed it -- all the boy-lust simmering right there under the surface."

"That's what I wrote in my field log, how a scene like wrestling is sort of a way for society to take homoerotic energy and normalize it, legitimize it."

"You lost me there, dude."

Reed laughed at the difference between a college senior and freshman.

"Sorry for the buzz words. What I mean is males growing up in our very masculine culture, trying to find their identity -- well, a lot of 'em, I'd say, have strong, natural, same-sex desires. Only social pressure or whatever works against that desire. Sort of marks it as wrong, bad, aberrant. Which is fucked, because at the same time the culture is flooding the media with image after image of what is basically the classic gay icon -- a gorgeous, beautifully muscled, male body -- showing it as its standard for masculine beauty."

"Exactly! That was my problem. My brain was shorting out my desire; my conscience was canceling my cock. SHIT, this one is way hot!"

Chance was staring at the photo of Coach fondling his own cock through his sweatpants as he watched the jock studs on his team scrimmage.

"That's him watching you and Brock. Your coach is gorgeous, by the way."

Indeed, with his brown hair buzzed close and neatly trimmed stubble of a beard covering his strong jaw, Coach was a devastatingly sexy, thirty-something timber-wolf.

"And let me get his dick more close-up, you can see he's got a real piece of meat down there."

Reed clicked it so you could see Coach sporting over 7 inches of thick, semi-hard wood.

"Damn!"

Chance's throat was dry with lust as he stroked his own cock, now stiff and jutting.

Reed continued with his reflections as he got them each fresh beers.

"So anyway, there's these situations provided by society - like sports, like the military, super-hero movies, what have you - where guys can have a sort of 'officially OK' outlet for their desires for other males. What I think we're gonna show in our project is that there ain't a dime's worth of difference between your wrestling practice world and my gay club world."

"No shit, man! You got that right. Fuck, Brock and me were cruising each other like it was a hot gay club."

"Exactly! Here, check these out!"

He clicked to the locker room and shower scenes, which Chance hadn't been part of.

"Holy fuck, I can't believe it! Look at those guys stripping for you, showing off their dicks and showing their asses right in the camera! Look at Tor! He's stroking his dick! Unbelievable! This is so fucking hot, Reed! Holy shit, Alex and Danny are cupping each other's asses as they walk to the shower! Dude, you gotta get me copies of these!"

"I'll email 'em all to you. Here, look at the ones in the shower."

Chance was seriously stroking his cock as Reed clicked through the scorching hot, porn-quality photos of gorgeous jocks soaping up their buff, naked muscle. Reed slapped his hand away.

"Dude, I said chill. We got all night. Save your seed, man. Just let this start your boy-cream churning for now, OK?"

"All right, I'll try, bro. But this is seriously sexy shit!"

Chance settled down to watch the rest of the pic's.

"Shit, I guess I woulda done the same damn thing if I didn't know you and you came to take pictures. We're all such exhibitionists on this squad. First locker room I ever been in where no one ever wraps a towel around themself going to and from the shower. Plus, Brock told me after practice that half the team is gay, including Coach."

"No doubt, dude, but I bet it's even more than half. I bet some guys are still in the closet."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. They hadn't realized how quickly thirty minutes passed.

"Oh shit, it's the pizza guy! Quick, put your jock back on and remember the plan."

He gave Chance a minute to wriggle back into his jock, then adjusted his dick in his thin briefs and opened the door. The delivery man's eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. His gaze immediately riveted on Reed's crotch.

"Whoa, dude! Did I catch you gettin' dressed or something? Fucking sexy underwear yer sportin' tonight, son! Day-um!"

Reed drank in the hot-looking guy. Same sexy dreads, same blue eyes, same charming smile. He was wearing a flannel shirt, first few buttons undone, and a hemp necklace, which rested across the hard mounds of his pecs.Jeans, of course.

By this time Chance had sauntered over, in just his jock. He sidled up next to Reed, and put his arm around his lover's shoulder.

The delivery guy laughed in nervous lust.

"Holy fuck, is this a dorm room or a locker room?"

His eyes feasted lusciously on Chance's cut, muscular perfection.

"Damn, you are seriously built, bro! Really developed."

Then his eyes zeroed in on Chance's big thick cock bulging in the jock's worn mesh pouch.

"Fuck, seriously developed! That's a sweet piece of meat your packing, bro!"

"Thanks, man."

Chance smiled. Then he let his hand slide down a bit from Reed's shoulder, so he could casually start tracing a circle around one of Reed's nipples.

"What's your name, bro?"

"Blaine, man. Blaine Anderson."

The dude's eyes were locked on Chance's tit-play. This was the hottest scene he'd ever seen delivering to the dorms. His voice was quavering with jock-lust. Then he moaned aloud as the boys began stroking each other's hardened dicks through their sexy underwear.

"Fuck! You dudes are so fucking hot!"

Reed and Chance both smiled. Reed opened the door wider.

"Come on in, dude, while we find you some money."

Blaine carried the pizza box in, eyes drinking in every drop of those two hot studs.

"Grab a seat. I'm gonna have to look pretty hard to find some money, I'm afraid."

Blaine leered the two boys lasciviously.

"Fuck, you two are lookin' pretty hard already."

He put the box on a side table.

"You guys ordered olive and onion. Funny, though, I'd think you dudes would be more into meat."

Chance smirked, stroking his thick cock suggestively through his thin jock.

"How 'bout you, bro? You like meat?"

"Oh hell yes! I'd love me a coupla nice thick pieces of meat right now."

Reed came over and watched as Chance lowered his jock.

"Dig in, dude."

Blaine ripped his shirt off and shucked his jeans (no underwear). The boys looked approvingly as his semi-hard 8 inches of cut dick bounced into view. Not to mention his lean, muscular body. Blaine licked his lips as he ogled Chance. "Damn, I been fantasizing something like this ever since I started this job -- hooking up with some of the hot jock muscle on this campus. This is so fucking hot, dudes."

Then he was on Chance's dick, sucking him off like a seasoned pro. Chance moaned in deep delight and ran his fingers through Blaine's thick dreads.

Reed, by this time, was out of his tank and briefs. He inched his dick close and stroked the wet tip lightly against the side of Blaine's face. Blaine pulled off Chance and got to work on Reed. The two boys began to kiss and finger each other's tits as Blaine took turns gobbling on huge helpings of college-boy cock. Reed nibbled on that pouty lower lip of Chance's he loved so much. Things couldn't be hotter as Blaine kept his drooling mouth busy alternating voraciously between each of those stiff, young pricks.

He paused for a minute and looked up at the two boys.

"This is too fuckin' much! Thick, uncut, college cock! Damn, I'm gonna lap up every drop of your big jock loads, dudes!"

He went back to work, jacking himself to throbbing hardness as he slurped on the boys' cocks.

Reed and Chance were lost in a haze of lust, kissing and tonguing each other as the sexy pizza stud serviced their cocks. Chance continued his tit-play, while Reed reached around to finger Chance's ass. "Mmmmm," the young stud purred while Reed's nimble fingers played in his crack.

Blaine was eager for these hotties' loads, so he started tickling the boys' ball-sacs, purring in total boy-bliss.

"Love these big, low-hangers you dudes have. Fuck, you two gotta be the hottest studs on campus."

Then he went back to feasting on those gorgeous young cocks.

Reed's ass-play, combined with Blaine's expert cock-sucking, and just the whole ambient, erotic electricity of the scene, had Chance ready to cum.

"Aw fuck, Blaine. You ready for some jock cream? Here comes a fuckin' big load, dude!"

As he began to shoot, Reed pressed a couple fingers hard on his hard little love-nut, causing Chance to howl.

Blaine gurgled with delight as Chance erupted into his hungry mouth, making scrumptious, wordless cooing sounds as his mouth filled with spurt after spurt of hot, thick cream. He swallowed as fast as he could, almost choking from his eager thirst for boy-cum, then let the rest of Chance's big load collect in his mouth.

Blaine smiled dreamily up at Chance when the young stud finally emptied his balls. He licked his lips, a few globs of cum oozing out, and swallowed what he had in his mouth. Then, he wiped off every drop from his blonde beard-scruff and licked his fingers, sighing with satisfaction.

"Fuck, do you ever taste good, bro!"

He got back to Reed, whose cock was twitchingly hard and ready for more oral action. Before he dived back down on that luscious cock, Blaine smiled up at the boys.

"Fuck, next time you boys call for delivery, you studs can ram my ass with these big fucking dicks."

Chance got behind Blaine, who'd begun to chow back down on Reed's cock, and he began playing his hands across Blaine's smooth, muscled glutes, teasing up and down his crack.

"How come we have to wait till next time?" .

Blaine cried out excitedly through his cock-stuffed mouth.

"HELL YEAH!! You fuck me with that horse-cock, dude, while I finish off your bud. This is so fucking hot!"

Chance got Reed's lube and worked Blaine's hole open while Blaine went back to work on Reed, humming in eager anticipation. As Chance fingered the older stud, he loved watching Blaine's sexy blonde dreads bouncing around as he gaveReed an incredible blowjob. The scene was so damn sexy, he felt his dick harden. Finally, when his dick was straight steel, and he could get three fingers into Blaine's wriggling ass, he slipped his cock in slowly but surely.

Blaine pulled off Reed for a second to cry out in pleasure.

"Ooooh yeah, dude! You feel so fucking good in there, man! Pound me hard, bro! I'm a total slut for a huge stud-cock like yours! Haven't had a good hard fuck by a big thick cock in way too long!"

Blaine got back to Reed, slowly moving his ass back in time to Chance's growing rhythm. Once he could slide smoothly in and out, Chance grabbed onto Blaine's hips and started pistoning him.

"MMMMFFFFFFRRR!!" Blaine cried out appreciatively, mouth stuffed with cock.

He rocked his muscular ass insistently back onto Chance's cock, urging the boy on in his fucking. Soon, Chance was long-dicking Blaine effortlessly, his muscular hips and glutes powering him in hard and deep.

Reed was in heaven, getting a great blowjob while he watched his bro throw the sexy surfer-dude stud a very hot fuck. He cried out, voice thick with lust, right on the edge of cumming.

"Damn, dudes, this is so fucking hot!"

His eyes were glued to Chance's ripped torso. He reached over and tweakedChance's nipples. Chance grinned, but was totally focused on ramming Blaine's ass. His cock felt so damn good in this older stud's hungry ass. Reed kept twisting his nips, watching that long thick dick pummel in and out of Blaine's firm-muscled ass. Suddenly, it was too much. "Uhhhh," he cried out, as he came in thick white spurts. Blaine moaned with pleasure as he gulped down another hot load of college-boy cum.

Reed pulled out, and Blaine threw his blonde, dreadlocked head back, able to scream out now in raw animal pleasure.

"FUCK YEAH, DUDE!! FUCK MY ASS WITH THAT BIG FUCKING DICK! FUCK, WHAT A STUD!! WHAT A HOT FUCKING STUD-COCK YOU GOT!"

Reed scooted down behind Chance and started rimming his lover. Chance cried out, pausing for a minute to savor the wonderful sensation, then returned to his hard, fast pounding, Reed's tongue keeping pace beautifully. Chance reached around and jacked Blaine. "DUDE, OH YES!!" Blaine cried, hands free now to brace himself on the floor and slam his ass back eagerly against Chance's athletic thrusts.

They were a gorgeous fuck-machine of hard, young flesh. Chance, on his out-thrusts would wriggle his ass hungrily against Reed's mouth, then he'd rocket hard into Blaine's ass, his big jostling ball-sac slapping against the blonde's thighs, all the while he was giving Blaine an incredibly sensual hand-job, fondling the balls, stroking the shaft, and playing roughly with the tip.

Finally, Blaine came, with a gut-wrenched cry of almost sobbing ecstasy, and then Chance rammed in deep for his last thrust, the clenches of Blaine's orgasm making him explode in his second load of the night, creaming his juice into Blaine's well-fucked ass. All three boys fell into a wonderfully satisfied heap, panting in the proud triumph of a superb round of boy-sex. A few minutes later, in a mass of kisses and hugs, Blaine was dressed and out the door, making excited plans to repeat this scene often.

Reed and Chance looked at each other when the door closed, smiling like kids who'd just pulled off some incredible prank. Chance marveled at Reed's cunning audacity in bringing off this sexy three-way.

"Dude, that was so fucking hot! You sure as fuck had a plan there, man."

Reed smiled smugly.

"Sure did! C'mon, bro, let's take a shower, then have some pizza. I'm fucking starved. Then we can head for your place. By that time, I should be ready to fuck that sweet jock-ass of yours."

"Sounds like a fucking plan, dude."

They soaped and rinsed each other in the shower, each boy eager to work over every inch of the other's beautifully smooth muscles.

"You know," Chance mused at one point, "goin' gay, you really start to realize just how many hard, hungry dudes there are out there, ripe as fuck for some hot, sexy boy-on-boy action, just dying for some dick. It's mighty innarestin', don't ya think?"