The Alien Culture Project

Leaving the gym, ready to head back to his dorm to stretch a bit more and study (all he had today was a 3:30 review session for calculus), Chance felt satisfied, but still horny, and a little pissed that his time in the shower with Brock had been so short.  Damn, I wish that stud could have come back to my room for a little more action; sure would love to shoot a couple more loads with a guy that hot.  Chance felt so damned good finally having satisfying sex, he could spit. But now that his motor had been turned on, he was all revved up and raring togo.

As he headed out the doors, he saw the team's equipment manager, Cain Adler. Cain was very quiet but awfully nice, Chance thought. He always had a smile and a compliment for Chance, and gave him fresh towels all the time. He also brought medicine balls, water bottles, and the elbow slings Chance used to do his hanging leg raises from the pull-up bar whenever Chance asked. So Chance was kind to him in return, always asking him how he was doing, returning the equipment he used (most guys just left it lying around), and complimenting him on the cool clothes he wore.

Cain was a sort of a white hip hopper or skater boi or whatever those dudes called themselves, always wearing the most amazing baggy jeans and hooded sweatshirts. He was a little shorter than Chance, a lot thinner, but very good-looking. He wore his black hair buzzed very close (sexily close, Chance could honestly say now), and he had a pencil-thin black goatee that was so well-groomed it looked like it was drawn on with a marker. Plus, he was pierced, which Chance thought very hot. He had a little metal ball in the indentation halfway between lip and chin, as well as a little ball in his tongue, and two silver rings in each ear. As Chance walked up to Cain to shoot the shit, in the back of his horny mind he could just see his cock going in and out of that cute goateed mouth; what the fuck would a little silver ball feel like rubbing against his thick, veiny meat, Chance wondered? He'd like to hold his hands on that beautifully shaved head, pump that mouth, and find out.

Damn! Down, boy! he laughed to himself. You're startin' to wanna fuck anything in pants.

"Hey, Chance, s'up? Good practice today?"

"Yeah, very good, Cain, thanks. Surprisingly good, in fact. How you doin', bro?"

"Not too shabby. Kinda low-key right now. You headin' back to the dorms? I'll walk with you."

"Cool."

As they started to walk together, Chance thought he'd make conversation.

"So, what's it like to be the wrestling team's equipment manager?"

"It's tight, man. A regular paycheck is nice, and the work's not too hard. Interestin'."

"You wrestle yourself?"

"Nah. I don't think I've got the build. At least, I sure don't have the build you guys have. 'Specially you, man. You are definitely buff, dude."

"Hey thanks, man. I work hard at it."

"No doubt! I watch you guys all the time, when you lift and shit, tryin' to figure out what I'd have to do to get a body even remotely as good-looking. I feel I'd be a hella baller with the ladies if I could bulk up a little. But you guys are all doin' such different shit, it's hard to know what to do."

"Damn, dude. Why'n't you ask me earlier? I can tell you exactly how to get started, the best exercises to build a base, how to develop a strong core, what to eat, everything."

"For real, man? You would do that for me? I can't pay you or anything, though."

"Shit, Cain. I don't want money. I'd be happy to help you out. Look, what're you doin' right now?"

"Now? Nothin'. I was just gonna grab some lunch."

"Well, before you eat, come on over. I got nothin' till 3:30. Let's head back to my place, and I can set you up on an exercise program in no time."

"Sweet! Chance, this is so cool!"

"Hey, no problem, man."

Cain was stoked! Could this be happening? One of the best-built guys on the squad is gonna help him get in shape? How cool is that? Cain felt a little bit guilty, telling Chance he wanted to buff up a little for the ladies. Well, of course, that would be fine. But honestly, it was more something else, something he wasn't sure Chance could understand: Cain had been anxious for a long time to bulk up because of how embarrassed he was around the other skater dudes he hung with. Almost always, in any kind of decent weather, his boys stripped off their shirts when they skated or just hung out. They all looked so damn hot, with their lean-muscled arms and chests and abs, sagging their jeans to show off all the skin they could, and Cain wanted to look that hot, too. Their sexy bodies, combined with their piercings and tats, was the hot look Cain wanted.

Cain had no problem with the tats: he'd gotten a very cool one on his back last year. And he was no slouch in the piercing department either. He had a tongue ball, his chin pierce, both ears, both nipples, and coolest of all, he felt, was his Prince Albert. He was the last of his crowd to get his, but when Jon and Kev and Teddy all kept saying how great sex was with it, and Cain saw how fucking hot they looked with theirs, when they'd all go skinny-dipping most afternoons last summer, he had to do it. And he's glad he did: it looks awesome dangling off his cock-tip, and damn does it ever feel incredible: even though he's only screwed a girl once since getting it, it sure as hell feels good when he plays with it himself. Cain is totally amped to finish off his body re-modeling; he knows his piercings and the tat on his back are gonna look tight as hell after he gets more of that hard, lean definition the other guys have. Damn, they look awesome. And now, maybe he won't be ashamed to hang shirtless, not if Chance can really help him out.

"Man!" he whooped, excitedly, thinking about being bare-chested with the other dudes, "Chance, if you can really get me looking hot, I will owe you big time!"

"Dude, it's practically done. When we get back to my dorm, I wanna see your body, to know what you need to work on. Then I'll work up a routine for you and watch to see you're doing it right. You need to go through your diet with me, too, cause that's important. Son, in two months you'll be fighting off the ladies!"

"Sweet!" Cain said, thinking again of how hot he would look with the rest of his boys. Damn, that's gonna be cool as hell, all us guys naked and looking hot together. Well, not naked all the time, he thought, embarrassed, but those are most definitely the hottest times.

Chance stole a few glances as they walked to his dorm. Shit, Cain sure was cute. Very good looking, now that he studied him slyly up close. Man, was that goatee sexy, and then that little silver ball under his lip. It was sort of a drag to hear Cain wanted to bulk up for the ladies, but Chance got that. You can't expect the whole male gender to turn gay just cause you do, right? And anyway, it would be kinda cool to flirt with Cain a little. Who knows? Look what happened last night when some hot dude flirted with him!

They got to Chance's dorm in high spirits. Tommy, his suite-mate, was still gone. Then Chance remembered that Tommy would be gone for a couple days, since the hockey team had its first away game. Hey, maybe he should invite Reed back here tonight for some all-night, hard-core action? Chance, you're starting to think like a horny devil, he laughed to himself, and I totally approve.

"OK, dude. Let's go into my room. Strip, so I can see just where we need to start. Then, I can lend ya a jock or something while I show you how todo the exercises that'll get you buff. I wanna see your body while you exercise, so I can make sure you're doing stuff right. I'm gonna get undressed, too, cause I want ya ta see my muscles contract, study them, feel them, as I show you how to do the movements, so you know what's supposed to happen with every exercise. That cool with you?"

"Great!" chirped Cain, not a little excited to see Chance's muscles up close.

Chance wasted no time shucking his shirt and jeans. He loved being naked, looked for any excuse to luxuriate in just his own musculature. Cain was suddenly light-headed when he saw the wrestler stud totally nude. There was no fat at all on him, just solid, rock-hard muscle -- like a statue come to life or something. He'd seen him in the gym, but here, up close, focused on him, it was - JESUS Fuck! he suddenly gasped inside, as Chance turned around and his long, thick dick swung into view. Cain couldn't take his eyes off it. He'd never seen a guy so fucking hung like that before. The dude was huge! Cain loved sneaking peeks at his boys while they messed around in the creek in the summer, everyone's pierced cocks waggling around looking sexy as fuck, but Chance's dick was like a real man's dick. Fuck, he'd love to hold that thing, see what it felt like -- see if he could get his hand around it!.

"Jesus, dude," Cain said, in total awe. "You're incredible. You're the best-looking - I mean, best-built - dude I've ever seen."

"Well, thank you kindly, bro" Chance laughed, doing some exaggerated muscle poses for Cain, which Cain thought looked sexy as hell.

"And, dude, I gotta say -- well it's sort of obvious, but you've got an amazing fucking piece of meat hangin' there between your legs."

Chance laughed again, and shamelessly stroked his long thickness sensuously for the boy.

"It'll do, I guess. Gets the job done, that's for sure."

"You must be like a babe magnet, Chance."

"Not as much as you'd think, Cain," Chance said, still stroking his dick, 'innocently' playing with the fleshy hood over his head, because he saw Cain's eyes riveted on it.

"Hey, come on, dude," Chance called, breaking the spell, "let's see what we gotta work on. Time to get nekked, son!"

Cain grinned and took off his sweatshirt. As he peeled off his T, Chance (still idly stroking that thick piece of flesh, Cain couldn't help but notice) gave a low whistle.

"Holy shit, dude! Fuckin' hot! Turn around, I gotta see that shit!"

On his back, Cain had a tat Chance thought was amazing: it was dark black, like the boy's hair, and looked to Chance like the crossed blades of some exotic ceremonial swords from another planet spread out across the broad expanse of his delts, then some ornate lines swooped down the center of his back to some kind of jagged circle thing in the small of his back, about 2 inches above his ass-crack; then a thinner curved line spread out from either side of that, towards his hips. Chance found it alluring as hell: it drew your attention, then sent your eyes down his back to his lean waist, until your vision was stopped by that soft, smooth, luscious ass. Maybe this boy ain't gay, but that's just the sort of tat a gay dude might get, Chance felt, to make himself look all sexy while another dude was fucking him from behind. Chance moved in to get a good look. Cain started blushing as the naked hunk got close to him. A tingling thrill electrified his scalp and shot down his spine as the rough fingers of Chance's huge hands played across his back, tracing the tat's outlines.

"Fuck, dude, this is hot as hell! Jesus, man, once we get your delts a little harder, this is gonna look even hotter. I like how it trails down your back . . ." and here Chance shamelessly traced his finger down Cain's spine, all the way to the top of his ass-crack, a half-inch of which was exposed by his sagging jeans and underwear, ". . . and then kinda fans out towards your hips," and Chance's fingers traced the sweep while his thumb intentionally brushed over that sweet ass. He had moved in close enough to Cain so that his cock could 'casually' but unmistakably press up against Cain's hip.

Cain was getting a little flushed and woozy again. This was head-spinningly awesome, hanging with an elite athlete who was grooving on his body art. Man, did that feel wild when Chance's hands brushed his ass! And Cain didn't wanna move now, because he didn't want to lose the feeling of that big piece of jock-meat pressed firm against his hip. Man, jocks were so cool about bodies. Like, some people would no doubt think this was gay or something, but it was just dudes together, nothing more. Exactly what he wished he could do more of with his friends -- hang our nude like this, getting off on each other's sexy bodies.

Aw shit! Chance's hand traced up and down his tat again, then down over his butt!

Chance let his fingers rest atop Cain's ass crack as he said, "And damn!You even pierced your tits! Turn around, dude, I gotta see this!"

He spun the young skater boi around, keeping one hand there on the small of his back, and immediately started playing with the sexy silver rings that pierced Cain's nipple. They had little balls on them. Chance was like a little kid, delighting in a new toy.

"Dude! This is such a hot look! Damn, man. I bet the girls love playing with these! I sure as fuck do!"

"Some chicks, yeah, really dig it. And man, I gotta tell ya, feels hot as hell when they do play with them, or when I just fool with them myself -- feels like there's an electric wire running right from my tits to my dick, I swear."

Chance was still pulling on them, fascinated. He didn't even realize how his cock was pressed now right up against Cain's, but Cain did. The feeling of this jock stud's big cock wedged up against his took his breath away.

"It looks like your nipples are really big! So damn suckable!"

"Yeah," Cain said, overcome with the sensation of that long, thick cock pressed against his own hardening tool, and this jock Adonis totally into his piercings, "I really think the piercing and all the tit-play since then has gotten 'em juicier."

"Mmmmm, yeah, pretty damn juicy," Chance said, not wanting to let them go.

Finally, Chance drew back and laughed.

"Sorry, dude, I got carried away. Damn, though, you seriously look hot as hell with the piercings and that tattoo. We're gonna get your chest built up a bit and then those nipple rings are gonna look even hotter! OK, let's see your lower body!"

"Dude, lemme just say first that messing around with my tits got me a little hard, so don't mind my stiffy, OK?"

"No problem, man," and Chance started stroking his meat again, which was visibly harder and sticking away from his body. "And you may have noticed that seeing a smoking hot skater boi like you is kinda getting me all hot and bothered, too."

Cain laughed at what he thought was Chance's teasing and kicked off his shoes, took off his socks, then pulled down his jeans, showing off his sexy underwear to Chance.

Chance whistled.

"Nice drawers!"

Cain had on a pair of boxer briefs that were black cotton with a thick black waistband that had a cool pattern running across it, a design that kinda looked like the tattoo on his back. His semi-hard dick was easy to make out. About 6, maybe 7 inches, Chance thought, eying it eagerly.

"Hey thanks, man! I really like cool underwear. I like the kind with a hot waistband you can see when my jeans hang low."

"Yeah, you looked hot as fuck bare-chested a second ago, with those jeans sagging. You've got a super-hot body, Cain. It's gonna be fun getting you a little more pumped. You're gonna look so sexy, bro."

Cain was so digging this! Being manly with a cool athlete! Damn, he felt like a sexy stud. Fuck, he really liked hangin' with Chance. Were they gonna do more of this kinda stuff, the next couple of weeks, as Chance helped him get muscular? This sort of 'guys-being-guys' stuff? Fuck, that would be cool as hell. He felt so at ease and comfortable around this great-looking guy. He turned his back to Chance as he stripped off his boxers, knowing that if Chance dug his nipple-piercing and tat, he would love his p.a. He threw the shorts aside and turned, "Well, whaddya think?"

"AW SHIT, DUDE! NO FUCKIN' WAY!"

Chance was on it in a minute, feeling the boy's pierced cock-tip gently, almost reverently, letting his fingers trace over and over the ball-ornamented metal ring that stuck out from below his piss-slit. Dang, that's cool, Cain thought, he's not embarrassed to touch another boy's dick. It's just appreciating another dude's body with him, nothing more. How hip is that?

"Aw Cain, this is about the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life! I mean -- I heard about dudes doing this, but never seen one before. Fucking sexy as hell, bro!?"

Chance was holding the boy's shaft up towards him, grasping it firmly with one hand, still tracing the cock-tip and its piercing with the other.

Cain was ecstatic at the attention his p.a. was getting from Chance. Looking down, he loved the sight of his own cock in this big stud's hand, as well as Chance's own long dick jutting up nice and hard. Jocks must think nothing about feeling each other's cocks and shit, he figured, and getting hard in front of each other. They're like way used to it. Damn, he thought to himself, this was just the kind of play he thought he'd get when he'd pierced his cock! Sure, who wouldn't want to check out a dude's hot-looking cock with a sexy silver ring dangling off the tip? This was way cool!

"Is there a name for this sexy piercing, Cain?"

"It's called a 'prince albert,' named after Queen Victoria's husband or something. He did it so it would feel better when he fucked her, I think. Lot's of guys have 'em. All my friends do."

"Damn, Cain, it's about the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Chance said quietly, still messing with it. "I mean, a dude's cock is so fucking gorgeous to begin with, and now to add cool-looking piece of jewelry into the mix! Damn, imagine getting fucked with this thing on the end! Fuck, man, I would love to feel that."

Now Chance's fingers were sensuously circling with the tip of Cain's dick, and not just holding his shaft, but stroking it slowly up and down, and reaching further down to cup his balls every now and then, too. Damn, it's almost like he's jerking me off or something, thought Cain, who was instantly rock hard and falling further into that woozy zone that he'd been teetering over the edge of this whole time with Chance.

"Yeah, seriously . . . you should get one, dude," he said shakily, "and then you . . . could feel . . . feel what it's like . . . to fuck a chick with . . . one of these."

Cain couldn't stop sliding further into the abyss: he absolutely loved being jacked by this super-hot muscle-hunk -- something he never would have thought would ever happen.

"No, dude. I mean, I would love to feel what it's like to have this thing at the end of a cock ramming my ass."

Chance now had one hand grabbing Cain's balls and turning them round and round in his hand, then moving his fingers up into Cain's ass-crack every once in a while. With his other hand he was stroking Cain's rock-hard 7 inches with just one thought on his mind.

Cain tried to keep himself from plunging all the way over the brink of sheer ecstasy until he could get things sorted out.

"Your ass? Dude, are you serious? You're gay?"

"You got that right, bro, and there is nothing I want more right now than to have this incredible pierced cock reaming my ass. Seriously, dude, you have to fuck me! Like, immediately!"

Chance was down on his knees, guiding this lovely new toy into his mouth. Cain cried out in breathless bliss.

"JESUS FUCK, Chance!! This is fucking unreal!!"

Chance just purred with sloppy pleasure as his mouth made love to the pierced tool he couldn't wait to feel in his ass. His tongue lusciously teased the little metal ornament. He grasped Cain's dick by the base, firmly squeezing his balls in his big hand, as his tongue dug deep into the pierced piss-slit. He remembered what Cain said about the hot wire from his nips to his cock, so with his other hand he reached up to play with the boy's pierced tits.

"AW SHIT, Chance! I never been with a dude like this before! Fuck, bro, I'm gonna bust a nut in a second! OH GOD, this is so fucking hot, man! Fuck, dude, you are so damn gorgeous. I fucking love being naked with you, bro. And your cock is so fucking beautiful. I, like, just wanna hold it and kiss it and suck it!"

Chance got up and kissed Cain deeply.

"Cain, you are such a hottie. So fucking good-looking. I'm glad we hooked up. Come on, lie down!"

Cain felt like he floated through the air on to Chance's bed. He watched as through a veil as that hard, ripped body snuggled back down to work on his dick again. Chance positioned himself so that his own hard, thick meat was right in Cain's face. The boy wasted no time. He grabbed another guy's dick for the first time in his life, with a hot burning passion mixed with a kind of cool awe. He just held it and looked at it for a while -- long, thick, firm, fleshy. And uncut -- so he played around with the head of Chance's dick, excitedly pulling the foreskin back to expose the moist head.

He squealed his pleasure giddily.

"Aw shit, man, it's like I feel a total buzz just from touching your dick, dude! God, what a gorgeous piece of jock meat!"

"Take a taste, dude!" Chance slurped, his own mouth wet and slobbery from sucking and licking Cain.

No need to ask Cain twice. The boy took that big, fleshy cock head into his mouth eagerly. He began licking and sucking -- a little nervous and unsure at first, but rapidly feeling the excitement of sucking another dude's dick flood through his brain.

Chance cried out loudly.

"AW FUCK, bro! That metal ball on your tongue feels so fucking good when you go up and down on my cock!"

Cain was delighted he could give this cool stud pleasure, so he stepped up his efforts, savoring every mouthful. It was so satisfying to finally have a cock in his mouth. Fuck yes, he'd fantasized about this, watching his sexy bros, Kev and Teddy and Jon, but he'd never dreamed . . . And now, here was the biggest, most beautiful cock in the world in his mouth, and he's making it feel so damn good.

Cain started getting playful, sticking his tongue out and just letting his silver ball ride hard up and down Chance's thick shaft while he ticked the dude's huge, drooping nut-sac, getting a deep, slobbery moan of approval from Chance.

Then Cain would just play his tongue-stud over Chance's big cock-tip, round and round. Chance purred in excited pleasure as he continued to tongue and suck and lick Cain's own hard prick.

"Here, try this," said Chance as he squeezed a wet, slimy fingerful of pre-cum out of Cain's piss-slit. He brought the finger to Cain's mouth and painted the boy's lips. The skater greedily sucked his cock-honey off, as if it were some life-saving serum. Smacking his lips, he smiled at Chance in boyish glee.

"Damn, I always wondered what that tasted like. Too cool! Kinda salty and tart, fucking scrumptious."

Chance moved in to kiss this sweet, lovely boy deep and slow, a kiss Cain was totally into, as each boy's tongue seemed almost to caress the other. The feeling of that tongue stud was electric to Chance. He had a couple of fingers pressed deep in the groove of Cain's ass, and the boy was wriggling hard and eager against them. What a great fucking afternoon this has turned out to be, Chance thought.

They broke from their kiss, and Chance looked at this cute boy, stroking his hard, stubbly head, playing with his tits some more.

"Aw Cain, this is so fuckin' cool! It's gonna be awesome, hanging with you, watching you get hard and cut, then fooling around with you like this. I'm so stoked you're into this, dude!"

He kissed Cain again.

"Chance, aw fuck, bro! This is like wonderful. I guess I always knew I was kinda into boys in a major way, but I always thought . . . Aw man, this is so fucking sweet."

"Lay back," Chance smiled.

Cain did, expectantly, and Chance straddled his own hard body over Cain's. Cain was in a glow as he watched that massive, cut thigh raise over him, and then that long hard cock jiggle in front of his face as Chance positioned his beautifully sculpted muscle.

Once his thighs were on either side, he scooted up the skater-boy's torso till his cock was right at Cain's lips. Cain eagerly guided that thick hard hunk of flesh back into his warm, waiting mouth. He brought his hands up so he could play with Chance's big hanging ball-sac while he slurped up as much of that gorgeous cock as he could. Chance sat in dreamy pleasure as he watched his thick, hard cock go in and out of that cute goateed mouth. After a bit, he rose up on his knees -- Cain refusing to let that luscious dick slide from his mouth -- and reached behind him, grabbing Cain's cock, still hard as steel. He guided the tip to his crack and started working the saliva-glazed head around his hole, using his fingers, too, to get himself ready for Cain.

"I'm gonna get my hole open a little so I can take this incredibly hot, pierced dick up my ass, OK?"

All Cain could do was shoot Chance a look of pure pleasure, pure happiness. Oh man, the feeling of this wonderful cock in his mouth and his dick being used to play around with a hot muscle-stud's ass, meanwhile being able to gaze on that gorgeous jock's torso - Cain had no idea sex could be so mind-blowingly erotic. He wanted to do sexy shit like this with his hot bros all the time from now on -- he had to find out if they were into this sexy boy-play! He bet they were -- they all gave off such a hot-boy vibe.

As Chance worked that pierced tip around his hole, stretching with his fingers, getting himself more and more open, he moaned in deep desire.

"Damn, my ass is just aching to feel that pierced tip in there. Shit, Cain, you gotta throw me the best fuck you got in ya. I want to feel that sweet piece of metal riding all up and down my chute."

Chance felt he was ready, so he pulled his dick out of Cain's suddenly sad, empty-feeling mouth. But Cain wasn't sad too long, because now all his sensation was focused on his cock, as Chance used his massive quads and hard glutes to work it into his ass. Watching this dreamy muscle-stud writhe and strain on top of him was a total fucking turn-on for Cain. Then, suddenly, he was about an inch in. Pleasure ripped through Cain's brain. Chance expertly guided the shaft deeper, wriggling his ass down on it.

"OH YEAH! That pierced dick already feels amazing in my hole!" Chance whooped.

Cain was overcome. He grunted, low and growly, like an animal.

"Ooooouuuh, fuck! I never fucked anything this tight in my life! Aw shit, does this ass feel good!"

Cain started pumping a little, but it was Chance who was controlling the fuck.

"HELL YEAH, ream my ass with that sweet pierced cock. OOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK, does that feel good rubbin' against my hole! So fucking sweet!"

Cain was in an erotic space he had never been before. Chance even started pulling and twisting on his tit-rings again, sending him further over the edge. Cain realized now why he had gotten pierced. He'd had maybe the slightest wisp of a clue when he'd actually done it -- thinking about how hot his bro's looked -- but it was totally clear to him now: he'd been styling his body for just this kind of hot boy/boy action with dudes -- being able to suck them and fuck them with the added, dick-hardening thrill of metal.

He thought for a brief second about fucking Kev or Teddy, with their hot, lean bodies, or just all of them playing with each other's p. a.'s, or sucking each other's cocks with their tongue-piercings.

He started pumping back hard against Chance's hip-thrusts, wanting to throw Chance a great fuck, wanting to celebrate this wonderful feeling in his loins.

"OH YEAH, dude! Fuck me, man! Let me feel how much that pierced dick likes fuckin' my hot jock ass."

Cain has never had better sex in his life. He was delirious, almost exhausted with pleasure.

"Aw shit, dude, you know my dick loves bein' up in that hot jock ass! Fuck, Chance, this is unreal sexy! You are so fucking hot, bro!"

Chance used his muscles to set up the perfect rhythm to match Cain's thrusts. He rode Cain in ecstasy, so happy to be able to introduce this cute, young stud to the joys of sex between two hot boys. He forced his ass down hard, squirming on Cain's pierced cock, working his hips to let that ring hit him all over. He kept up the rough tit-play and brought his other hand back around to feverishly play with Cain's balls. He wanted Cain to drain the biggest load ever into his eager ass; he wanted him to be so blissed out by boy-sex that they'd re-play scenes like this again and again -- in the gym, after practice, or their dorm rooms; their new close friendship erupting all the time from now on in sexy boy-on-boy coupling.

Cain was panting, gasping, hard. His words came out in brief, breathless, rapid-fire spurts.

"Oh Chance, what a fucking stud! What a fuck, man! Fuck, I'm gonna cum, dude!"

Chance slammed down on Cain at the same time the boy jerked his hips up, sending thick hot cream squirting all up in Chance's ass. When Cain finally stopped pumping and gasping, Chance bent down and kissed the boy's ecstatic tears away.

"That was so hot, dude! We gotta do this all the time!"

He kept kissing his new fuck buddy, giddy as hell. Then he rose up and began to jack himself over Cain's torso. Cain just lay there, trying to swim up from the deepest depths of ecstasy, trying to get his heart to beat normally, trying to control his breath so he could speak. The sight of this muscle god jerking himself off as he poised that lean, ripped body over his own was incredible. Cain watched as the jock expertly worked his long, uncut cock. Hard and fast he stroked, anxious to shoot, then he winced, and soon load after beautiful load of thick white cream came shooting out of that long, jutting prick. Some hit Cain in the face and on the lips, some on the chest, some in his hair. He immediately licked the stuff on his lips and couldn't believe the smooth, creamy taste. He scooped up the rest, licking fingers slowly, mechanically, on boy-lust auto-pilot.

"Chance! Aw damn, bro! You hot, fucking stud!"

Cain panted groggily as he regained the ability to speak.

"This is like some incredible dream. Some major jack-off fantasy of mine. Oh hell yeah! For sure, dude! All the time I wanna get with you like this! Fuck, I have, like, never had flat-out, full-bore, truly epic sex like this before."

Chance got off Cain, scooped some of Cain's cum out of his ass, and smiled playfully as his long tongue snaked every bit off his fingers.

"I seriously love boy-sex, dude. And this was damn fine boy-sex. Come on, let's clean off. Then I still gotta show you how to exercise! So stoked to get you even sexier than your already-sexy damn self!"

After Cain left, Chance showered, enjoying the stares on his way to and from the shower, as he strode in naked perfection down the hall of his dorm, towel in his hand rather than draped around his middle.

Afterwards, back in his room, he turned on his hotpot, brewed a cup of tea, and sat in his jock, thinking. Fuck, was he happy, he grinned. Suddenly, his life was exactly what he wanted: an endless vista of hard, athletic, satisfying sex. He thought of the wrestling team, of himself, of all the fit guys whose bodies had obsessed him for so long, of his future hook-ups with hot dudes like Reed and Brock and Cain.

Everything was bathed now in a sharper, clearer light: it's like there's two kinds of fit, body-conscious guys, he realized, those who are wholly in tune with their gym-honed bodies and all the amazing pleasures they can give -- with sex as the logical, most immersive extension of the sheer joy of physical exercise. That's the kind of dude I want to be because -- he was sure, now -- those guys know that the most intense form of sexual pleasure comes with another like-minded, like-bodied dude. The other kind of guy, from whatever weird conviction or conditioning or inhibition, denies himself that wholly satisfying pleasure, the ultimate extension of a male's physical perfection -- namely, sexual intimacy with another male.

Chance felt so alive now -- like his avatar had finally been activated, and he was ready now for all the amazing action possible in the game. Before, he realized now, all his conversations with good-looking dudes were charged with a tension: that was that energetic buzz he'd always felt at being close to the guys on his high school teams or the other good-lookin' guys in his school, or even the handsome older dudes in town he'd admired over the years, those whose bodies had hardened into rough, masculine beauty by years of hard work. But that tension, that buzz, had never gone anywhere before; the release, the pleasure, was infinitely deferred. Now, he could enjoy the tension, savor it, ride it, and help it blossom fully, beautifully, into its mature phase. He was into sowing those wild oats, pent up in him for too damn long, that his folks used to talk about.

He pulled on his dungarees, wriggled another too-small T over his hard-muscled chest, and admired the effect of this, his new look. Then he grabbed his jacket and raced out to make his review session on time, looking forward to all the hot boys on campus he could check out on the way.