Chance let out a mouth-stuffed bark of a laugh and continued on. He let his tongue play across the head of Reed's dick, playing with the foreskin like he loved to play with his. He spotted the clear precum oozing out of Reed's piss-slit and lapped it right up with the tip of his tongue, loudly voicing his pleasure.
"OK, stud, I can't wait any more. I want to get in that ass before you change your mind!"
"I ain't about to do that, cause I'm probably more eager than you are." Chance crouched on the bed, ass turned in Reed's direction, wiggling his readiness.
But a sudden thought struck Reed: "Chance, much as I wanna fuck you, I'll only fill your sweet stud hole on one condition: you gotta wear your jockstrap while I'm fucking ya."
Chance laughed. "I'd say that there jock of mine is quite the turn-on for you, Fetty McFetisher. But sure, that sounds hot as hell."
He leaped off the bed and wriggled into it.
"Damn, you're as sexy gettin' into a jock as you are taking it off," said Reed, hoarse with lust. He couldn't get enough of Chance's solid, cut musculature encased in that thin, sexy stud-wear. "All right, Chance, hop up here and let the good doctor cure that ass-itch of yours. I got just the injection you need, young man."
Reed rimmed him again a bit, rubbing his hands over his hard glutes, sliding his fingers beneath the taut cotton straps, and reaching underneath with one hand to fondle that long, sweet pole covered in mesh. His own cock was twitching with anticipation, so he grabbed the tube of lube next to his bed, and worked some in to Chance's tender pucker while gently stretching it.
"Oh Christ YES," Chance bellowed. "That's about the sexiest thing you could do to me right now, dude. God that feels so good. Just work my hole, man." Reed grinned while he worked down deeper with his fingers, knowing how loud Chance would howl when he his prostrate was rubbed. He didn't have to wait long; he found the hard little thing and pushed the boy's love button.
"OH FUCK, MAN!" Chance screamed. "Dude, my cock just got an inch longer, I think. What the fuck did you do?"
"Just hit your little love nut, dude. All right, here it comes, enjoy the ride."
And Reed proceeded to work his wet cock into Chance's virgin hole. Well, not strictly virgin, if you count all his self-fingering. It was a little tight at first, but Chance seemed to know instinctively just what to do, he pushed out with his strong ass-muscles and seemed to gobble up more and more of Reed's cock.
"OH FUCKING YES DO I LIKE THIS!!!" Chance cried in giddy joy, like he was riding his first bronc. "Oh ride my ass, dude! Fill that hole!"
Reed watched his dick slide in and out of that jock-clad hard ass. Fuck, is there anything prettier, he wondered. In and out he went into Chance's grateful hole.
"Don't stop, man! Never stop! Oh what a fine fucking feeling!" Chance was really getting into it now. Reed's dick felt totally at home, and Chance started flexing muscles and moving his waist and hips and upper legs in his own pleasure-rhythm. They had become a athletic fucking machine, each one brought into a zone of pure pleasure. Then Chance surprised Reed.
"Sit back, dude."
Reed pushed all the way in and then sat back on his haunches so that Chance was sitting on his lap. The younger muscle-stud cried, "Oh yeah!" and started squatting up and down on Reed's hard, straight dick.
"Oh yeah," he cried, "this is nice! How's that feel, Reed? I bet your big old ball-pouch is bobbing up and down, getting your cream all thick and foamy for me."
"Mmmm, this is incredible, Chance! Incredible fuck!" The muscles of Chance's glutes were clenching at his cock ferociously. "You're so damn strong, dude. But speaking of cream and balls and stuff," and with that he stroked Chance's steel-hard cock through the jock and tickled that big ballsac.
"OH FUCK!" Chance yelled, "OH CHRIST is that nice!" Chance brought his own hand down to return the favor on Reed's sac. Between the squat-pistoning and the cock-and-ball-play, the boys were about a heartbeat away from shooting.
First Chance cried out, "AWWW FUCKK!" Reed cupped his hand hard against the jock so he could feel load after load ooze through the mesh. As the warm sensation of Chance's thick cream coated his fingers, Reed emptied his own balls into Chance's ass.
Chance collapsed forward, and Reed fell right on top of him. After a few seconds, he pulled out of the boy's ass, and, in a kind of exhausted ecstasy, tongued out as much cream as he could.
"Give me some of that, you fine, sexy fuck," Chance called weakly, and Reed slithered forward so the two boys could lap their tired, but still hungry tongues against each other.
Reed begged Chance to stay the night, but Chance informed him of his athletic curfew. He had to go. As he grabbed his clothes, he asked Reed, "Hey, man, I was wondering - do you think you could borrow me a couple of those magazines you got in your bathroom."
Reed cracked up. "Sure, stud! But I won't 'borrow' you them, I'll swap you: as many mags as you want for that cum-soaked jock of yours."
Now Chanced guffawed. "Mr. McFetisher! Sure, dude. I'm taking it as a compliment. I expect you to sleep with it tonight!"
"Don't think I won't! And I might brew me a cup of tea with it tomorrow morning."
Chance loved this kind of sexy camaraderie. How great he was finally able to have it.
"OK, then 7:40?"
"Can't wait."
They kissed ravenously, clutching each other's cocks, before Chance had to race out the door.