Damn, Chance had lost track of time. He put the magazine back (noticing the next one in the stack was more of the same), stuffed his dick back in his jock, zipped, washed up, and rejoined his classmate.
As he sipped the beer he was offered, he chose his words carefully.
"So, dude, I was looking at the reading material in your bathroom."
Reed gave a puzzled look, then blushed and laughed sheepishly. "Oh, you mean my stroke books."
"Oh, so that's what they call 'em. Makes sense," Chance laughed. Then he nailed Reed with a squinty eye. "So, I'm thinking yer gay, yes?"
"Guilty as charged," Reed said bashfully.
"Shit, dude," Chance laughed lustily, glad to have broken the ice, "I ain't 'charging' you with anything. Why? Do you feel guilty?"
"No, of course not. But Chance, a lot of people have a lot of problems with gays. Hell, don't blame me for thinking you might be one of those people. Macho athlete, from a rural part of the state. You kinda fit the profile."
"Well, don't be so prejudiced, Sterry McStereotype. My folks raised me to treat everyone equal. 'All God's children,' you know. My mom and dad despise ignorant attitudes about gays or non-whites."
"That's great to hear. But you know what I mean."
"Course I do."
Chance took another long sip, then said thoughtfully. "Them posters on the wall. Are those gay posters?"
Reed laughed. "Yeah, they're promotional posters for a couple of gay videos. Pretty hot videos, by the way, if you're interested." Reed didn't know where this was going, but he was sure willing to nudge it along.
"Maybe," Chance said. He took another long swig, having finished his second beer in three gulps, Reed noticed. He got up and got another for the young boy without even asking.
Even making sure to waggle his ass as seductively, but discretely, as possible. A gesture, he had no way of knowing, that was not lost on Chance. That was one great set of glutes wiggling around under those boxers, he thought.
"Thanks," the boy said, taking another long swig. Then, as he swallowed, he said, "Lemme ask you another question. These dance clubs we're going to? They gay dance clubs?"
"Only ones I know," Reed laughed. "Is that a problem?"
"No, no!" Chance said quickly. "Don't get me wrong. It sounds kinda interesting. Course, I had sort of been psyched up to be at the other kind of dance club, y'know? Figured you were some kind of handsome stud who might attract the ladies, and then, who knows what mighta happened."
"Oh, damn. Sorry. But think of it this way: this will really be alien culture for you, won't it?"
"No shit," Chance laughed, taking another swig. Then he sort of sat back in his beer glow, just looking at Reed. "Shit, dude. You are a damn fine-looking guy. It's not like you can't pick up women, I'm sure. You must genuinely be attracted to men."
"Oh, 'genuinely,' I assure you."
"What's it like?"
"You mean the sex?"
"Yeah. Well, no." Chance finished his fourth beer, Reed his third. He got up and got a couple more, more pronounced in his sexy sashaying. Chance was really getting hard, with the beer and steamy talk, and that hot fucking ass of Reed's.
"What I mean," Chance asked, as he took a swig, "is what's it like to just like men? To just get off on men? Cause I like guys' bodies, I ain't ashamed to admit it. I read fitness magazines and check out guys in the gym and on the street all the time. But it's not like I jerk off to them or anything. I mean, I'm assuming you jerk off to them."
Reed was very hard by now. He liked where this was going. He drained half his beer.
"Well, for example," he walked over to his computer and flipped it up; that hot young stud's picture was still there, "this is what I was looking at when you came in. I find this hot as hell. I would LOVE to fuck this guy, suck this guy off, get fucked by this guy, whatever. So I think about it and drool and get hard and, well, the rest is history. Same thing you do with Playboy or whatever, I guess."
Chance was standing next to him, and Reed noticed the boy's very pronounced package.
"So this gets you off? Naked guys?"
"This most definitely gets me off." He took another long swig of beer to get his courage up. "And if you don't mind a friendly observation, by that obscenely large bulge in your trousers, I'd say it gets you off, too."
Chance laughed. "Fuck, dude. I told you I appreciate guys' bodies. Nothing gay about that! I think most guys appreciate other guys' bodies, like most girls'll look at other girls' bodies." He took another swig. "But say me, for example. Would it get you off to see me naked?"
"Chance, are you shitting me? Dude, get a clue. You are like the gay porn pin-up stud for eternity. Get me off? Would I ever stop cumming, that's the real question." He took another gulp of his beer, draining it. Fuck, was he hard.
Chance downed the rest of his as well. "You got any sexy music?"
"'Sexy music'? Sure, why?"
"I was thinking I'd do a little strip-tease, see if I could really get you off." Chance had no idea where this came from, but he was riding a very sexy wave right now and fought like hell to stay on. Fuck Andrea and her endless period. This was sex, right here, right now.
"Holy fucking shit! Sexy music coming right up!" Reed clicked on iTunes, scrolled down nervously to some of his deep-house remixes, and put on the one he played most as background when he surfed internet porn.
"Bring it on, dude," he laughed excitedly as he sat back on his bed. He sexily snaked his lower body out of his boxer briefs. Chance drew a breath at seeing Reed's hard uncut dick.
Just a tad smaller than his, but much thicker all around; tan and dark, like the rest of Reed's body, the red tip already wet and poking out. And, he noticed, Reed was totally hairless - no pubic hair above his dick, on his balls, or even (he couldn't help but notice as Reed scooted his muscular ass out of his briefs) in his crack. Fuck, he thought, that's pretty damn hot.
"OK, stud, Let the experiment begin!"