The Alien Culture Project

Chance opened his eyes and smiled at Reed.

"That was OK, huh?"

Reed ran a finger across Chance's full, sensuous lips.

"'OK'? Fuck, man, best sex I've had this term."

Chance rubbed his jaw, squinted one eye, and smiled.

"Yep, guess I'd have to agree with you on that."

But Chance realized he didn't know what to do now; he didn't know what came next. He was fairly clueless when it came to sex with girls; sex with another dude was utterly foreign to him. But suddenly it seemed like the hottest thing imaginable. He wanted to do everything, explore every inch of Reed's beautifully firm body. To have such a gorgeous stud, with the kind of nicely developed body that turned Chance on, right here, naked, in the fucking flesh, to be able to explore and pleasure it, while Reed was pleasuring him -- that sure sounded fine to him. That sweet expanse of smooth ass? He sure could get lost in that for a while. And the thought of Reed's long, thick dick jutting straight up, all proud and luscious-looking, with that big, ripe nut-sac dangling so temptingly underneath? Chance was dying for a taste of that. But Reed gave no indication he wanted to take things further, so Chance -- confused and nervous and frustrated -- decided he wouldn't press his luck. He got up and grabbed his clothes.

Reed, overcome with both Chance's beauty and the dizzying surprise of the porn fantasy they had just lived out, was at a loss for words, struggling to figure out what to say to get this hot boy to stay longer. But as he saw Chance get up and grab for his clothes, he immediately soured; he knew at once what this was about: the curious straight stud gets drunk, has his first taste of male sex with an eager gay guy, sobers up, feels guilty, and bolts. Gay Cliché #12, and I fell for it, Reed thinks, crestfallen. Oh well, at least he'd gotten off. But fuck Chance and his cornball country veneer. Damn, working on this anthropology project together during the next week is going to be pretty fucking awkward.

Chance finished pulling his jock up tight and then spent a long while fiddling with his dick, adjusting it just so.

He was taking an awful lot of time, Reed thought -- what a fucking tease, but damned if I want him to stop.

Shit, thought Chance, I'm taking all this time, fooling around with this big cock of mine, so this hot fucker will tell me how much he wants a taste of this meat, but he ain't sayin' a damn thing.

But as Chance reached for his pants, Reed knew he had to blurt out something. He wasn't ready to have that gorgeous jockstrap-clad image veiled yet.

"So, uh, 7:40, right?"

"Say what?"

Chance turned his torso in a way that made Reed flutter, highlighting that long, thick, mesh-covered dick bulging out obscenely against the young stud's smooth, beautifully muscled body.

"Tomorrow. 7:40. You'll be here, right?" (Oh fuck, please don't leave yet, you gorgeous fucker! Please stay, so we can fuck our brains out!)

"Yep, I'll be here bright and early. 7:40." (I'm just gonna rub my cock ever so casual-like; it's me askin' 'Do you really want me to go, stud? Think of the fun you could have with this big, thick dick!')

"OK, cool. See you then, I guess." (You fucker, get the fuck out of my dorm room, you fucking tease. You don't know it, but you're walking out on some seriously hot sex.)

Chance finished dressing, jeans hanging low and sexy off his hips, offering a teasing glimpse of his jockstrap in a way that made Reed's mouth water. Then Chance was standing by the door, his hand on the door-handle. The gorgeous jock turned as he opened the door, crushing Reed's hopes for more boy-fun.

"Seriously, dude, that was pretty damn awesome. Thanks again for a great time, Reed."

"Yeah, no doubt. Too bad you have to go."

Dang, Chance thought, I'm practically beggin' to stay, and he's all but pushin' me out the door. I got the dude off, and now he can't wait to see me gone. Gay dudes are cold as fuck, apparently.

"Well, you know, bein' an athlete an' all. Practice tomorrow. Best I get some sleep, I guess."

Chance sighed, then rubbed that hard, firm jaw of his, adding, "If I can get any sleep this evening, that is, after jacking together and shit. That was fucking awesome, bro."

Reed was ready to scream at the temerity of this smug, corn-fed little hottie. He could barely keep his anger tamped down.

"Yeah, hot as hell, no doubt. Glad you liked it. See you tomorrow, then, I guess."

And with that Chance was gone. Reed waited a respectable few moments, making sure Chance was down the hall, out of earshot, then began yelling out loud in frustrated horniness.

"FUCK! SERIOUSLY! FUCK YOU, MR. HOTTEST-FUCKING GUY I HAVE EVER LAID EYES ON! TAKE YOUR PERFECT FUCKING BODY AND GORGEOUS DAMN DICK AND JUST . . ."

Reed's furious little hissy was interrupted by a knock on the door. Oh Christ, who the fuck is that? What stunningly bad timing. He was too mad to even care about being still naked.

"YEAH?" he barked as he yanked the door open. Oh fuck, YES!

There stood Chance, stern, steely expression on his face, rubbing his hard abs (and thereby exposing more of them) as if he were scratching his head in consternated disbelief.

"Look, Reed, I'm a totally up front dude. It's the way I was raised. And I just wanna say -- meaning no disrespect -- I honestly think you're kind of a major shit. You give me the absolute finest damn sex I ever had in my life, EVER! Bar none! You lead me on, all sexy-like about how my body is so amazing and how you want to spend an hour suckin' my dick -- yeah, dude, you said that; don't front like you didn't! -- and blah, blah, blah. All that talkin' dirty, getting me hard as hell, and then, as soon as you get your nut, you kick me out! Well, Reed, if that's what gay people do, I just gotta tell you that I hope to hell it stays a fucking 'alien culture' to me cause - "

"Are you shitting me, you dumb fuck? 'Kick you out?' I didn't kick you out! You left! I'm so fucking pissed at how you got your rocks off, and then you were all like, 'Bye-bye, gay guy. It's beddy-bye time for us elite jocks! So sorry!' I'm like dying inside thinking about all the fun we could have had, all night long. 'Kick you out'!!?? You're the guy who spills his seed on me, zips, then bolts!"

Chance looked genuinely wounded, incredibly lovable.

"But, Reed, I was champin' at the goddamn bit, hopin' I'd hear you ask me to stay. And like my momma says, 'If they ain't outright askin' you to stay, it's like they're askin' you to go.'"

Reed grabbed Chance close and hugged his hard body to him.

"Oh, you beautiful shit, I'm so sorry. Yes, you hot fucking fucker! I'm asking you to stay! I'm asking you to take your clothes off, and I'm asking you to let me suck that gorgeous cock of yours, and I'm asking you to fuck me, and whatever else your momma needs me to say to keep your ass here as long as I can."

Chance's lips formed into a devilish grin.

"Dang, man, I want it all, too. Shit, dude, I'm so fuckin' horny for you right now, you can do whatever you want with me. I want us to get off like 3 or4 more times tonight."

"Hell yes, straight boy! Take your clothes off and get into bed. I'll get you off, don't worry."

Reed stood back as Chance undid his boots and socks. Chance looked up and smiled.

"Maybe we should play that sexy music again while I do this?"

"That's OK, I'll just hum a little. Just get your damn clothes off and let me see that smoking hot body that gets me hard as fuck!"

When Chance was stripped down to his jock, Reed grabbed his hands.

"Whoa! Hold up, dude. Stay like that for a while."

Chance was excited this dude appreciated him in his jock. He knew how good he looked in one.

Reed reached over to sensually stroke Chance's long shaft through the mesh pouch, while kissing him and moaning with lust.

"God, you are so fucking hot!"

Reed brought one hand up to rub the hard plates of the boy's pecs. His fingers felt Chance's nipples straining at attention. He started tweaking them, licking them, biting them. Chance let out a sizzling sigh.

"Oh fuck! Damn, I like that, Reed, you playing with my tits while you stroke me. You're a hot fucking lover, dude."

Reed just purred his assent and kept it up. He felt Chance's dick stiffen; the feeling was like a clarion call. He knelt down and began kissing and licking that long, hard rod through the grey mesh, while cupping that firm, jock-clad ass in back. Chance placed his hands lightly -- almost shyly, Reed thought -- on the back of Reed's head, gasping in disbelief.

"Oh dude, would you? Seriously!? Would you really suck my cock? Fuck, I can't tell you how long I've wanted someone to."

Reed immediately stopped his boy-play and looked up in disbelief.

"Are you fucking shitting me? You've never had someone suck this big beautiful piece of meat?"

"Nope, no one. Reed, I've only dated, like, two girls back home. No boys, of course, like I said. And then, I've sort of been with this one girl here, but that's been pretty much a fizzle. I've only actually fucked a girl twice, both times nothing to write home about, believe me -- you know, kinda 'blink, and you woulda missed it'. Then throw in a coupla hand jobs, and that's my entire sexual history in a nutshell."

Chance laughed ruefully.

"I'm practically a virgin, I guess."

"What the absolute fuck!!??"

Reed was stunned. He quickly raised himself up and looked at Chance, running a hand down his jaw, a finger over the boy's full lower lip, caressing his jock pouch with the other hand.

"Chance, I can't fucking believe this. You're flat-out the most beautiful young guy I've ever seen. You're beyond hot! I'd expect a young muscle-god like you to have had nothing but lewd propositions from guys and girls your entire life."

"I come from a real small town, Reed. Yellow Branch hasn't but about 200-some folks in the whole town. Weren't but 24 kids in my graduating class. Every squad for every sport in high school had 7 guys on it, Reed -- the same damn 7 -- for each sport. That don't make for a lot of opportunities, y'know."

Reed just gaped, in a kind of awe, still stroking, absolutely mesmerized by the firm, almost pristine beauty of Chance.

"Shit, dude, being with you like this, tonight -- it's like finding a Rembrandt in an abandoned garage or something. A Vermeer in a junk shop. Lie down immediately, man. I want to give you just a little taste of all the pleasure you've missed. All the pleasure you deserve, stud."

Chance laughed boyishly as Reed pushed him back on the bed.

"I'll take it, man! Whatever you got! I mean, if you don't mind doin' it."

Reed laughed loudly, realizing nothing about this boy could surprise him any more.

"Uh, nooooo, I don't mind it at all, dude. In fact, I'm actually fucking ecstatic at the thought."

Reed slithered his body sensuously over Chance, rubbing their hard bodies together, kissing him passionately, the tongues of both boys gratefully intertwining. Reed's hands played over every inch of Chance's ripe firmness while he used his hips to rub his hard cock against the young stud's jock-pouch.

Chance cooed in ecstasy.

"That feels so fucking nice, Reed!"

It was amazing, the feeling of another dude's dick hard against his. After a few moments of mutual wriggling, Reed pushed himself up, knelt beside the boy, and slowly pulled Chance's jock down, freeing the boy's hard firmness, dripping now with free-flowing precum. Then Reed lay his head down, just gazing at that majestic, perfectly-shaped dick. He let the finger of one hand play sensuously all over that thick, jutting cock, lightly tracing up and down the pronounced veins and circling around the egg-sized balls; then he outlined the shaft, lingering when he got to the tip, covered in a thick hood of meaty foreskin. He toyed with the dickhead under there, teasing it sensually, working his index finger into the piss-slit, in as far as he could go, while Chance whooped with pleasure.

Reed scooped as much cock-honey off the head as he could and fed it to the young stud, rubbing it across those thick, grateful lips. Then back to pleasuring that glorious cock. He tweaked the fleshy foreskin, pinching it, pulling it up over the tip, chewing on it lightly, then letting it fall back so he could nibble at the tip. Chance was in sheer bliss.

"Oh fuck, Reed! Jesus Fuck, that feels amazing, man! You have no idea, dude! This is like my fantasy come true, having someone play with my dick like that!"

Around and around, over every square inch of Chance's gorgeous cock, Reed ran his light, darting fingers, sending an electric current shooting through that too-long neglected prick. Then he traced down under the ball-sac, dancing back and forth across the boy's taint for a bit before he snaked his fingers into the boy's ass-crack.

Chance cried out in the throes of revelatory, mind-bending pleasure, as Reed hoped he would.

"OH FUCK YES!!"

So Reed spent time down there, teasing sensually up and down the crack and over the bulging perineum, and of course circling those huge, ripe, luscious balls.

When Chance reached a pitch of incessant, whimpering gasps, Reed moved his head closer and, slowly, reverently, with one hand grasping the base, took Chance's huge thickness into his hungry mouth. First, a few luscious bobs up and down, letting his lapping tongue curl along the shaft. Chance gave a long, sharp yell, a kind of macho prayer of thanksgiving. Reed dug his tongue under the thick foreskin, circling it sensuously around and around; he pulled the skin back and kept playing his tongue all over the cock-head, relishing the sound of Chance's exquisite groans. Then more sucking up and down the shaft, and then back to the head, tonguing deep back into the piss-slit to get at all of that flowing precum. He was feasting on this boy's perfect cock.

Chance was a mix of sobs, sighs, screams, and joyous laughs. He held Reed's head in tender, loving gratitude.

Then Reed went for the balls. He licked and sucked each one over and over, while Chance grunted out choked cries of pleasure. Then, stroking that long, veiny, saliva-glazed shaft with one hand, and tickling the hefty ball-sac with another, Reed tongued down below Chance's balls into his crack, to give this gorgeous gay virgin his first real rim-job.

"Hell yes, Reed! My ass! Yes! Damn, does that feel good! Keep playing with my ass like that, bro! Fucking awesome! This is like my secret dream of sex, man!"

Reed was a man possessed. He pushed Chance's hips up a little, wedged a pillow underneath his ass, and went to work, tonguing, lapping, and slurping, all the while his fingers playing a fevered sonata of passion across the boy's cock and balls. He zeroed in on Chance's rosebud, circling it, darting in for a bit, then lapping over it with sloppy, snorting relish. More tongue-darting, then kissing and licking and more slobbering while Chance's body writhed in ecstasy. Reed spread the cheeks of that firm, muscular ass wider, slapping them, making that ass tingle in anticipation.

Still letting one of his hands fondle the boy's cock and balls, he played a couple fingers of his other hand back and forth across the boy's sensuous lips. Chance got the idea: he took those fingers into his mouth and sucked on them hungrily. When they were well lubed, Reed brought them down to begin fingering that cherry hole while his tongue lapped up and down the jock's taint and slathered over his big nut-sac, driving Chance crazy, ripping harsh, panting moans from his lungs. Then, after his slick fingers could groove smoothly in and out of the boy's tight pucker, Reed got serious about finger-fucking, aggressively working two fingers in and out of the boy's rosebud, going deeper and deeper, digging for his prostate, stretching that hole wider and wider.

Chance let out a desperate, high-pitched gasp when Reed's invading fingers found his love-nut. Reed quickly began stroking it expertly while his other hand furiously fisted the stud's hard, thick shaft.

Chance cried out in breathless abandon.

"OH FUCK! OH JESUS! Oh, that's so fucking fine! I can't even - Oh! Reed! Aw fuck, I'm cumming!"

Reed smiled as load after load of thick white cream shot out of that massive dick. When he was sure Chance was done, he licked up every drop of tangy spunk.

Chance lay back with a look of exhausted bliss on his face - flushed and sweaty, yet serene. Reed crawled up that beautifully carved torso, fondling the boy's muscles as he moved over them. When he reached Chance's handsome face, he kissed him on the mouth while, having saved some cum, he tongued a big glob of the boy's own load in. Chance licked his lovely lips appreciatively to savor every last drop of his cum, and then his mouth eased into a beatific smile, mumbling in dazed amazement.

"Dude, that's so hot! How'd you know I love the taste of cum?"

"Cause you're a red-blooded stud, that's how."

After a minute or so of quietly tracing his finger all over Chance's ruggedly handsome, cowboy-angel face, marveling at his beauty, while letting his other hand play up and down over the boy's long, still-firm thickness, Reed broke the sated silence of their after-glow.

"So tell me, bro -- was it good?"

Chance pulled Reed's head close to his and kissed the older boy, his first gay lover. Then he tried to voice his gratitude.

"Reed, I know I'm not too experienced, but you gave me the best sex I can ever even imagine having! You called me a painting in a junk shop earlier, but it's more like my body's been this fine-tuned racing car, a Ferrari, say, and it's just been used up to now for a couple trips to the corner store. You took it out on the speedway for the first time. You opened it up and got it fucking hummin'! Damn, it felt fine! That was first-class, A-plus love-makin', dude, far as I'm concerned. You got me fucking hooked on boys in a major way. I had no idea that's what my body's been craving."

He tousled Reed's spiky blonde flat-top affectionately.

Reed laughed, still fondling the boy's gorgeous features.

"What else can I do for you, stud? Tell me what you want. Share your deepest, most secret jack-off fantasies. I want to give you all the sex you've been dreaming about."

"Oh that's an easy one; I'm just not sure you'll want to do it, though. And you really don't have to, Reed, on accounta you've done so much already tonight. I'd feel greedy asking for more."

"Ask! Go for it! Anything! What can I do to give your body pleasure, stud?"

Reed was ready for absolutely anything this hot stud had in mind. But just what would that be, he wondered? He'll want to fuck me, most likely. And I am so fucking down for that. But maybe it's something wilder? Like bondage or hand cuffs? Water sports? Fisting? What's in that repressed country-boy mind of his?

Chance looked down and shyly replied.

"Well, OK, since you're asking, it's this: you know a few minutes ago, when you had your tongue pokin' up my ass like that?"

"Rimming? Sure. You want more?"

"Well, sure, man, I'll take all I can get of that. Fuck, does it ever feel fine. But, it's like, as you were doing it, I felt like . . . well, I'm not sure if you're into this or not, but . . ."

"What? Tell me! Whatever it is, stud, I'm sure I want to do it."

"Well, Reed, it's like this: as awesome as your tongue felt up there, I couldn't help wishin' it was, like . . . Shit, this is sort of hard to say."

He's so damn embarrassed, Reed smiled.

Red-faced and stammering, Chance finally got it out.

"Oh, fuck it. I ain't gonna beat about the bush. Dude, when you were rimming me, after a while, all I could think was, I sure as fuck wished it was that big, hard cock of yours rammin' into me."

"You want me to fuck you!?"

"Look, forget it. Let's just drop it. It's just that you asked what I'd - "

"Oh, you gorgeous fucker! Of course, I'll fuck you. Chance, I'd wanna fuck you if I was on my death bed. I'd crawl across a mile of broken glass for just five seconds in that sweet hole of yours. I'm just sorta stunned because usually it's the prime-beef, big-dicked studs like you who do the fuckin' and guys like me who get fucked."

Chance laughed, happily relieved he'd finally been able to voice his secret desire for a serious ass-reaming, then kissed Reed deep and long. Fuck, he loved kissing dudes; there was a raw passion and hunger in a boy's kiss he never got from a girl.

"Reed, I know dudes' bodies -- been doing sports all my life -- and take my word, you're a pretty damn prime side of beef yourself, believe me. And a-course I wanna fuck you -- a whole bunch, from here on out -- but right now, the way I'm feeling, I'd really like to feel your dick pumping in and outta my ass. I mean, you asked, right? You got my hole all warmed up for more action. Plus, you gotta realize, I finger myself about once a day, cause it feels so damn good. I can't fucking wait to feel somethin' as big as your dick up there. A real man-fuck this time, not just fingers. Shit, man, my ass is all tingly just thinkin' about it!"

Then Chance raised himself up. Reed loved watching those lean rippling muscles move.

"But before you fuck me, would it be OK if I got my first taste of dick? That's always been, like, another fantasy of mine -- sucking a dude's thick, luscious cock."

"Oh fuck, dude, go nuts."

Chance reached down and grabbed Reed's dick gently, tentatively, stroking up and down the shaft carefully, like he was afraid he'd break it, but firmly enough to get the marvelous, first-time feel of another boy's dick.

He paused for a second, to look Reed in the eye.

"Earlier this evening, when we were jackin' ourselves, I just stared at this beautiful piece of meat, and my mouth started watering like crazy. Guys' dicks are so fucking gorgeous, don't ya think?"

Chance didn't wait for an answer, he just went back to stroking while he bared his soul.

"Your dick was, like, so alluring as I watched you jack it. It called out to me -- you know, like in the story of the siren's song? -- until all I could think of was how good it would feel to lick it and suck it and kiss it. That happens a lot to me when I see a dude's hot-looking cock in the locker room or the showers: I get that longing."

Chance let Reed's cock go; it bounced back hard and flat against his abs. He gazed at the thick, dusky-colored shaft. He loved how Reed, with his deeper, more olive complexion -- all tan and sexy-looking, setting off his blonde crew-cut all the better -- had a gorgeous piece of man-meat that was sort of cinnamon-colored. Almost like a Brazilian dude's, Chance thought (not that he'd even seen what a Brazilian dude's dick looked like). Chance found it irresistible. He brought his mouth down and tongued straight up the under-shaft. He lapped at it hungrily, but delicately, like a cat would lap milk, and then decided to just get right to it. He gobbled up the head as far down as he could, until he could feel himself start to choke, then went back to slurping up and down on it, until he felt ready to try sucking on it some more.

"Mmmm, that's nice, Chance. You sure this is your first time?"

Chance let out a loud, mouth-stuffed bark of a laugh and continued on. He let his tongue circle the head of Reed's dick, then used his fingers to tease the foreskin like he loved to play with his own. He saw a stream of precum begin oozing out of Reed's piss-slit and lapped it right up with the tip of his tongue, loudly voicing his pleasure.

"OK, stud, I can't wait any more. I want to get in that sexy muscle-ass of yours before you change your mind!"

"I ain't about to do that, cause I'm prob'ly more eager to have your dick in there than you are. But go for it, dude."

Chance crouched on the bed, ass turned in Reed's direction, wiggling to signal his eagerness.

But a sudden thought struck Reed.

"Chance, as much as I wanna fuck you, I'll only fill your sweet stud hole on one condition: you gotta wear your jockstrap while I'm fuckin' ya. You look so fucking hot in it."

Chance laughed.

"Seems like that jock o' mine is quite the turn-on for you, Fetty McFetish. But sure, that sounds hot as hell."

He leaped off the bed and shimmied his hard-muscled body into it.

"Damn, you're as sexy gettin' into a jock as you are takin' it off."

Reed's voice was hoarse with lust. He couldn't get enough of Chance's solid, cut musculature encased in that thin, sexy stud-wear.

"All right, Chance, hop up here and let the good doctor cure that ass-itch of yours. I believe I have just the injection you need, young man."

Reed rimmed Chance's delicious boy-hole again for a bit, while rubbing his hands over the stud's hard glutes, sliding his fingers beneath the taut elastic ass-straps of the jock, and reaching underneath with one hand to fondle that long, hard thickness encased in mesh. His own cock was twitching with anticipation, so he grabbed the tube of lube off his nightstand and worked some into Chance's tempting pucker. Then he used his thumbs to gently stretch it wider.

Chance moaned in dreamy ecstasy.

"Oh Christ! YES! That's about the sexiest thing you could do to me right now, dude. Fuck, that feels so damn good. Work that hole, bro."

Reed grinned while he dug in deeper with his thumbs, knowing how loudly Chance would howl when he hit his prostrate again. He didn't have to wait long; he found the hard little nut and pushed the boy's love button. Chance screamed.

"OH FUCK, MAN! Dude, my cock just got an inch longer, I think. You did that shit to me before, man. What the fuck is that?"

"I'm hittin' your P-spot, dude. I love seeing it make your cock jump. All right, dude, here it comes. Enjoy the ride."

Reed proceeded to ease his hard, slicked-up cock into Chance's hole. It was a little tight at first, but Chance seemed to know instinctively just what to do: he pushed out with his strong ass-muscles to gobble up inch after inch of Reed's cock. Soon Chance was crying out in loud, giddy joy, like he'd just mastered riding his first bronc.

"OH FUCKING YES DO I LIKE THIS!!! Damn, ride my ass, dude! Fuck that hole!"

Reed slowly began to slide his dick in and out of that strong, firm, jock-clad hard ass. Fuck, is there anything prettier, he wondered, than a muscle-stud's ass framed by a jockstrap? In and out, in and out, he pistoned into Chance's grateful hole -- slowly at first until his cock began to glide more smoothly. Soon he was able to really start fucking. Chance was really getting into it, pounding his ass back hungrily as Reed aggressively long-dicked him.

"Don't stop, man! Never stop! Fuck, what a hella fine feelin'!"

Reed's dick felt totally at home, and Chance started flexing his beautifully rippling muscles, rhythmically working his waist and hips as he rode his first cock. The two boys became an athletic fucking machine, each one working their fine-tuned bodies into a zone of pure pleasure.

Then Chance surprised Reed.

"Sit back, dude."

Reed rammed his cock all the way home, then sat back on his haunches so that Chance was now sitting on his lap. The younger muscle-stud gave a lusty whoop as he started squatting up and down on Reed's hard, jutting shaft.

"Fuck yeah! This is awesome! How's that feel, Reed? I can feel your ball-pouch bobbin' up and down, getting your cream all thick and foamy for me!"

"This is incredible, Chance! Amazing fuck!"

The muscles of Chance's glutes were clenching ferociously on Reed's cock as he worked his muscular frame up and down, pleasuring his ass luxuriously on that wonderfully hard fuck-stick. The older boy couldn't believe the power he felt in Chance's body.

"You're so damn strong, dude! But speaking of cream and balls and stuff -- ."

And with that, he began to jack Chance's steel-hard shaft through the stretched-taut jock-pouch, while tickling his big ball-sac -- which brought more hollers from Chance.

"FUCK Yeah! CHRIST, is that ever hot!"

Chance reached a hand down to return the favor on Reed's sac. Between the squat-pistoning and the cock-and-ball-play, both boys were about a heartbeat away from shooting. First to cry out was Chance.

"AWWW FUCKK, I'm gonna shoot!"

"Hell yeah! Shoot for me, bro!"

Reed cupped his hand tight against the jock-pouch, feeling load after load ooze through the mesh. As the thick dribble of Chance's boy-cream coated his fingers, Reed grunted loudly, emptying his own balls into Chance's ass. Chance collapsed forward, and Reed fell right on top of him. After a few seconds, he pulled out of the boy's ass, and, in a kind of exhausted ecstasy, tongued out as much cream as he could from the boy's no-longer-cherry hole.

Feeling Reed's tongue digging into his cum-filled hole, Chance purred with satisfied delight.

"Gimme a taste, too, you fine, sexy fuck!"

Reed slithered forward so the two boys could lap their tired, but still hungry tongues against each other.

Reed begged Chance to stay the night, but Chance informed him of his athletic curfew. He had to go. As he grabbed his clothes, though, he had a thought,

"Hey Reed, I was wonderin' - d'you think you could borrow me a couple of those sexy-boy magazines you got in your bathroom."

Reed cracked up.

"Sure, stud! But I won't 'borrow' you them, I'll trade -- I'll swap you as many mags as you want for that cum-soaked jock of yours."

Now Chanced guffawed. But he promptly stripped off his jeans and jock, then tossed his strap to Reed.

"Mr. McFetish! My man! Sure, dude. I'm takin' it as a compliment: like you want it as a trophy. I expect you to sleep with it tonight!"

"I might just do that -- wear it over my face and dream of your big dick all night long! I might even steep it in hot water for my morning tea tomorrow."

Chance loved this kind of sexy camaraderie. How great he was finally able to have it.

"Can I go grab a few of your stroke books now?"

"Let me, dude. I know the best ones."

Reed was back in a second with a stack of porn mags.

"Here ya' go, stud -- my absolute choicest muscle-smut. Guaranteed to get your dick rock-hard."

Chance grabbed them excitedly.

"Awesome, dude! Thanks. OK, then 7:40?"

"Can't wait."

They hugged and kissed ravenously, mashing their cocks together and caressing each other's asses, before Chance had to race out the door.