Cain was in an erotic space he had never been before. Chance had even started pulling and twisting on his tit-rings again, sending him further over the edge. Cain realized now why he had gotten pierced.
He'd had maybe the slightest wisp of the reason when he'd actually done it, but it was totally clear now: it was precisely for this kind of hot dick action with guys. Fuck, he thought about fucking Kev or Teddy, with their hot lean bodies, or just all of them playing with each other's p. a.'s.
He started pumping back, wanting to throw Chance a great fuck, wanting to celebrate this wonderful feeling in his loins.
"OH YEAH, dude! Fuck me, man! Let me feel how much that sweet jeweled cock likes being up in my hot jock ass."
"Aw shit, bro, you know it loves being up in that hot jock ass! Fuck, Chance, this is the best fuck I ever had. Thanks, man. You are so fucking hot!"
Chance used his muscles to set up the perfect rhythm to match Cain's thrusts. He rode Cain in ecstasy, so happy to be able to introduce this cute, hot stud to the joys of love-making between two hot boys.
He wriggled down hard, squirming on Cain's pierced cock, twisting around to let that ring hit all over. He kept up the rough tit-play and brought his other hand around to feverishly play with Cain's balls.
He wanted Cain to drain the biggest load ever into his eager ass, he wanted him to be so blissed out by gay sex that they'd re-play scenes similar to this again and again in their dorm rooms, their new close friendship erupting wonderfully into the hot joys of regular boy-on-boy sex.
Cain was panting, gasping, hard. "Oh Chance, what a fucking stud! What a fuck, man! I'm gonna cum, dude!" And Chance slammed down on Cain at the same time the boy jerked his hips up, sending thick hot cream squirting all up in Chance's ass. When Cain finally stopped pumping and crying, Chance bent down and kissed the boy's ecstatic tears away.
"That was so hot, dude. We gotta do this all the time!"
He kept kissing his new fuck buddy, giddy as hell. Then he rose up and began to jack himself over Cain's torso. Cain just lay there, trying to swim up from the depths of ecstasy, trying to get his heart to beat normally, trying to control his breath so he could speak.
The sight of this muscle god jerking himself off as he held that lean, ripped body over his own was incredible. Cain watched as the jock expertly worked his long, uncut cock. Hard and fast he stroked, anxious to shoot, then he winced, and soon load after beautiful load of thick white cream came shooting out of that long, hard cock.
Some hit Cain in the face and on the lips, some on the chest, some in his hair. He licked the stuff on his lips, couldn't believe the smooth, creamy taste, and scooped up the rest, licking fingers slowly, mechanically, in his after-lust..
"Chance, oh you cool fucking stud," he panted groggily as he regained the ability to speak. "This is like some incredible dream. Oh yeah, for sure, man, all the time I wanna get with you like this! Oh dude, I have like never had real sex before, I guess."
Chance got off Cain, scooped some of Cain's cum out of his ass, and smiled playfully as his long tongue snaked every bit off his fingers.
"I love love-making, dude. And this was damn nice love-making."
He hopped off Cain and said, "Come on, let's clean off. I gotta show you how to exercise! We are gonna get you even sexier than your already-sexy damn self!"
After Cain left, Chance showered, enjoying the stares on his way to and from the shower, as he walked in naked perfection down the hall of his dorm, towel in his hand rather than draped around his middle. He turned on his hotpot, brewed a cup of tea, and sat in his jock, thinking.
Fuck, was he happy, he grinned. Suddenly, his life was exactly what he wanted: an endless vista of hard, satisfying sex. He thought of the wrestling team, of himself, of the fit guys whose bodies had obsessed him for so long, of his regular hook-ups with Cain.
Everything was bathed in a sharper, clearer light: it's like there's two kinds of fit body-conscious guys, he realized, those who are wholly in tune with their gym-honed bodies and the pleasure they can truly give, with sex as the logical, most immersive extension of the sheer joy of physical exercise.
And those guys know that the most intense form of that pleasure comes with another like-minded, like-bodied dude. The other kind of guy, for whatever conviction or inhibition, denies himself that ultimate extension of their bodies into pure sexual intimacy with another guy.
Chance felt so alive; like his game piece had been activated, and he was ready now for all the action possible in the game. Before, he realized now, all his conversations with good-looking guys were charged with a tension.
That was the energetic buzz he'd felt at being close to the guys on his high school teams or the other good-looking guys in his school, or even the handsome older guys in town he'd admired over the years, those whose bodies, hardened into beauty by years of hard work.
But that tension, that buzz, had never gone anywhere before; the release, the pleasure, was infinitely deferred. Now, he could enjoy the tension, ride it, and help it blossom into its wonderful full phase.
He was into sowing those wild oats, pent up for so long, that his folks used to talk about. He put on his dungarees, another too-small T, admired the effect of this, his new look, grabbed his jacket, and raced out to make his review session on time.