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 that one." But Chance realized he didn't know what to do know. He wanted to do everything, explore every inch of Reed's beautifully firm body. To have such a hot stud, with the kind of nicely developed body that turns him on, right here, naked, in the fucking flesh, to be able to explore and pleasure, while Reed was pleasuring him . . . damn, that sure sounded fine.
That sweet expanse of shaved ass, he sure could get lost in that for a while. And the image of Reed's long, thick dick sticking straight up, all proud and luscious-looking, with that big sac of balls sprawled underneath, Chance had to have a taste of that. But Reed was saying nothing, so Chance decided he wouldn't press his luck. He got up and grabbed his clothes.
Reed, overcome with both Chance's beauty and the surreal surprise of the porn fantasy they had just lived out, was lost for words. 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 walks out. Gay Cliche #12, and I fell for it, Reed thinks, crestfallen. Oh well, at least he'd gotten off.
But fuck him and his cornball country veneer. Damn, working on this anthropology project together during the next week would be pretty fucking awkward.
Chance finished pulling his jock up tight and then spent a 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 trying to mess around with my cock so this stud will tell me how much he wants me to stay, but he ain't saying a word). But as he reached for his pants, Reed knew he had to blurt out something. He wasn't ready to have that gorgeous strap-clad image veiled yet.
"So, 7:40, right?"
"What?" Chance asked, turning his torso in a way that made Reed flutter, that long curvy mesh-covered dick jutting out against a smooth, muscled body.
"Tomorrow. 7:40. You'll be here, right?" (Oh fuck, stay you gorgeous fucker, please!)
"Yep, I'll be here knocking at 7:40." (I'm gonna rub my cock ever so casual-like; it's asking - 'do you really want me to go?')
"OK, great. See you then, I guess." (You fucker, get the fuck out of my dorm. You fucking tease.)
Chance finished dressing, jeans hanging down again below the jockstrap's waistband in that way that made Reed throb; he stood by the door, turned and said, "That was a great night, man. I wanna thank you for a great time, truly."
"Yeah. Too bad you have to go."
Dang, Chance thought, he's just about pushing me out the door. I got the dude off, and now he can't wait to see me gone.
"Well, you know, athlete and all. Practice tomorrow. Best I get some sleep." Chance chuckled a little and rubbed that hard, firm jaw of his, and added honestly, "If I can get any sleep this evening, after that incredible time with you."
Reed was ready to scream at the temerity of this corn-pone-coated smug little hottie. "Yeah, well, again, glad you liked it. See you tomorrow, then."
And with that Chance was gone. Reed waited a respectable few moments, till he was sure Chance was out of earshot, and yelled, "FUCK! FUCK YOU, MR. HOTTEST-FUCKING GUY I HAVE EVER LAID EYES ON. TAKE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BODY AND INCREDIBLE DICK AND JUST . . ."
Reed's 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!
"Look," Chance said sternly, rubbing his hard abs (and thereby exposing more of them) as if here scratching his head in consternation, "I'm an honest man, Reed. It's the way I was raised. And I just wanna say I honestly think you're sort of a shit. You give me the absolute finest damned sex I ever had in my life, EVER! Bar none! You lead me on, all sweet-like about how my body gets you all hot and bothered and you want to spend an hour sucking my dick and on and on and on, all that fine sexy talk of yours, and then when you get off, you kick me out! Well, Reed, if that's what gay people do, I just gotta tell you that I hope it stays an alien culture to me cause - "
"Are you shitting me, you dumbfuck? 'Kick you out?' I didn't kick you out. I'm so fucking pissed cause you got your rocks off and then 'Bye-bye, gay guy.' I'm like dying inside thinking about all the fun we could have had all night. 'Kick you out'!!?? You're the guy who spills his cum on me, zips, and bolts!"
Chance looked genuinely wounded, incredibly lovable. "But, Reed, I was champing at the bit hoping I'd hear you ask me to stay. And like my momma always says, 'If they ain't asking you to stay, it's like they're asking you to leave.'"
Reed grabbed Chance close and pressed his hard body into his. "Oh, you beautiful shit, I'm so sorry. Yes, man, 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 wants me to say to keep your ass here as long as I can."
Chance pulled away and smiled a devilish grin at Reed, "Aw fuck, man, I want it all, too. Shit, man, I'm so fucking horny for you right now, you can do whatever you want with me. I want us to get off like 3 or 4 more times tonight."
"Come on, stud. 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. "Should we play the music again while I do this?" the young stud laughed.
"It's OK, I'll hum, just get your fucking clothes off."
When Chance was down to his jock, Reed pushed his hands back. "Oh wait, please. Stay like that a while."