Chance was glad this guy appreciated him in his jock. He knew how good he looked in one. Reed stroked Chance's long shaft through the mesh pouch while kissing him and mumbling, "God, you are so fucking hot."
Reed brought one hand up to rub the hard plates of his chest. His fingers felt Chance's nipples straining at attention. He started tweaking them, licking them, biting them.
"Oh fuck," Chance murmured. "Damn, I like that, Reed, you playing with my tits and stroking me - oh man, is this fine. 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 bent down and kissed that long hard rod through the grey mesh. Chance brought his hands to the back of Reed's head and gasped, "Oh dude, would you? Would you really suck my cock? Fuck, how long I've wanted someone to."
Reed looked up in disbelief. "You've never had someone suck this big beautiful piece of meat?"
"Nope, no one. Reed, I've only dated but two girls back home. No boys, of course, like I said. And then this one girl here. I've only actually fucked twice, and then throw in a coupla hand jobs." Chance laughed ruefully, "I'm practically a virgin, I guess."
"Say what!!??" Reed was stunned. He quickly raised himself up and looked at Chance, running a hand down his jaw, a finger over his lip, caressing his jock pouch with the other hand. "Chance, I can't believe it. You're like the most beautiful young guy I've ever seen. You're fucking robust! I'd think you'd have had propositions from guys and girls your entire life."
"I come from a real small town, Reed. Yellow Branch hasn't but about 150 folks in the whole town. Weren't but 24 kids in my graduating class. Every squad for every sport had 7 guys on it, Reed, the same fucking 7 for each sport. That don't make for a lot of opportunities, y'know."
"Shit," Reed said, in a kind of awe, still stroking, mesmerized by the firm, almost pristine beauty of Chance. "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 some of the pleasure you've missed."
Chance laughed boyishly, "I'll take it, man! If you don't mind doing it."
"No," Reed laughed, realizing nothing about this boy could surprise him any more, "I don't mind it at all. In fact, I'm fucking ecstatic at the thought."
Reed lay on top of 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.
"Oh, that's so fine, Reed," the boy cooed, wild about the feeling of another dude's dick hard against his. After a few moments of mutual wriggling, Reed pushed up, knelt beside the boy, and tenderly slid down his now-moist jock, freeing Chance's hard firmness, dripping with free-flowing precum.
He lay his head down, just gazing at this perfectly-shaped, majestic dick. With the finger of one hand he traced all over, the bulging veins, the ripe balls; he outlined the shaft, lingering on the head under the foreskin. He toyed with the dickhead under there, fingering it gently and lovingly, working his index finger sensuously into the piss-slit, in as far as he could go, while Chance whooped with pleasure.
Reed scooped as much precum off as he could and fed it to the young stud, rubbing it across those thick, grateful lips. Then back to that glorious cock. He pulled the fleshy foreskin way up over it, pinching it, chewing on it lightly, then letting it fall back so he could nibble at the head. Chance was in sheer bliss.
"Oh yeah, Reed! Oh God, that is just so wonderful, man! You have no idea, dude! This is like a fantasy come true!"
Around and around, over every square inch of this beautiful cock, he traced a light, darting finger, sending electric current shooting through Chance's cock. He traced down under the ballsac, into the boy's ass-crack.
"OH FUCK YES!!" Chance cried, as Reed knew he would. So he spent time there, tickling all over, down the sparsely-haired crack and over the bulging perineum, and of course circling those huge, luscious egg-sized balls.
When Chance was brought to a state of incessant, whimpering sobs, Reed brought his head down and, slowly, reverently, with one hand grasping the base, took Chance into his hungry mouth. First a few sucks up and down, letting his tongue lap along the shaft.
Chance just gave a wordless cowboy yell, a kind of macho prayer of thanks. He played his tongue under the foreskin, sucked up and down more, pulled the skin back and played his tongue all over the cockhead, more sucking, then back to the head, tonguing deep back into the piss-slit to get more of that flowing precum.
Chance was a mix of sobs, sighs, groans, and joyous laughs. Reed went for the balls. He licked and sucked each one over and over, while Chance grunted choked cries of pleasure. Then, stroking that long, veiny shaft with one hand, and tickling the ballsac with another, he tongued down below Chance's balls into his crack.
"Oh, Reed! My ass, yes! God, does that feel good. Please play with my ass!"