"Oh, Chance. Uh, sure man. Actually, I just got out of the shower, let me throw something on." He grabbed the first thing he saw that would make him half-way decent, a pair of army-fatigue-green boxer briefs he'd just bought. He placed his still-hard dick to the side, gulped, and opened the door.
Both boys were impressed at what they saw. Chance had no idea Reed was so built, and Reed thought he saw one of his internet studs come to life. His eyes were riveted on Chance's abs and the top of his jockstrap.
"So?"
"So what?" Reed asked nervously.
"So, can I come in?" Chance laughed.
"Oh sure, sorry, man. I'm a little frazzled right now." Reed cursed himself silently cause he could feel his erection, far from subsiding, was getting stiffer.
"Uh, sit down, man. Let me find some pants. Uh, you want a beer or something?"
"That'd be great, thanks." Inside, Chance was giggling a little cause the wet mark on Reed's shorts was a tell-tale sign that, like he was earlier, Reed had been pounding the pud before he'd arrived. Oh well, probably every guy on campus is stroking it right about now, if they ain't getting laid. Chance found it very hard (no pun intended) to get through a day without at least two orgasms.
Reed went to the dorm fridge for a couple of beers and, his back to Chance, pressed one on his dick, hoping to cool his erection down.
Chance, meanwhile, looked around at Reed's dorm room. Very nicely furnished. A couch, nice easy chair. Very nice bedspread and rug. But the walls were what he really noticed: on two of the walls he had two huge posters of incredibly good-looking guys.
It looked like they were film posters or something. One advertised a movie or video or whatever called "Muscle Boys II: Hot Summer Nights" and another was of two dangerous-looking hard-bodied hombres advertising something called "Hard Time."
Chance had no idea there were action movies (or whatever these were) especially for fitness fans. He'd have to check them out: they sounded right up his alley, as the guys in them had great bodies.
Reed returned with the beers, but had forgot to put pants on.
"So, dude," Chance said, after his first sip, "you're in very good shape."
"Oh, thanks, I work out an awful lot. I model part-time to earn money for school, and you have to keep in shape for that. I, uh, like your outfit."
"All-American classic, huh?" Chance laughed.
"Definitely!" Reed laughed.
"I like your outfit, too. It's cool, I know, just hanging in underwear."
Reed laughed nervously; but he was glad Chance was cool with it. "So, we should get started."
"Cool."
"OK, any luck with the wrestling practice thing?"
"Definitely. The squad is excited, I think, to show off. They're very cool with it. We all think tomorrow is best, cause we'll be scrimmaging and lifting. 8 to 10. That work for you?"
"That's fine." Reed had nothing tomorrow till his advanced marketing seminar at noon. Dang, two hours watching college wrestlers. Does it get any better than this? He'd settle for two hours watching Chance alone.
Fuck, when he opened the door, seeing him with that little patch of hard abs bared, and those sexy jeans hanging down so low, showing off that jock . . . hell, amazing his cock didn't just poke out of his shorts and start squirting. Was this kid really straight? Maybe it was some 'aw-shucks' gay cowboy-hustler routine.
"We'll need a camera," Chance remarked. "You got one?"
"I've got a very cool digital camera we can use."
"Hey, great. I've never tried one of those. All we got back home is this old Polaroid my dad got for a gift about ninety years ago. Can't even get film for it any more, I don't think. When it's digital, that means you can see 'em on computer, right?"
"Right. OK, what should I wear tomorrow?"
"Up to you, I guess. We'll be in gym shorts mostly, when we lift. Then a singlet, of course, when we scrimmage. I guess gym-wear of some sort would be best. You'd probably feel less conspicuous that way."
"OK, gym wear, no problem. Meet me here and we walk over together? I don't even know which gym you guys practice in."
"Oh, right. We're in the complex. Yeah, probably be best if I stop by for you about 7:40 or so. That OK?"
"Cool. And I'll bring my journal for field notes. Hey, you want another beer?"
"Sure."
As Reed went to get a couple more cold ones, Chance yelled, "Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure. The best part of singles in this dorm is private bathrooms. It's that door there."
While Chance peed, he noticed the stack of magazines on the back of the toilet. The top one had another good-looking guy on it. But, whoa, this was not a fitness mag.
The cover had phrases on it like "Hot, Hung Studs!!!" and "Cocky QB Gang-Banged by Team!!!" and "Steamy Shower Boys Get Hard and Wet!!!" Chance shook off the last of his pee and grabbed the magazine even before he put his dick away. What the fuck was this, he wondered.
As he leafed through the magazine, he couldn't believe it. Page after page was of very muscular naked dudes in all stages of sexplay: stroking themselves, spreading ass cheeks, licking one another's arm pits, jerking each other off.
Holy fuck, Chance thought, this is a gay porn magazine. Damn, Reed must be gay! Those posters! Fuck, what a dumbass he was, those were posters for gay movies.
Chance flipped through a few more pages. He stopped on an incredibly muscular guy, all oiled up so you could really see his definition; in a couple pictures he posed very sexy in a jock, then you could see him pulling it off, then a few pictures of him stroking his big thick dick. Shit, was he good looking.
Chance realized he had started stroking his half-hard dick as he'd been paging through the pictures. Well, fuck, who wouldn't be turned on by this? Hot guys having hot sex? You don't have to be gay to find this hot as a fucking firecracker.
"You OK?" he heard Reed call.