Chance got back to his dorm after the calc review about 4:45. He stripped off his clothes and grabbed a beer from the dorm fridge. Damn, he felt good. What an unbelievably magical time this has been. And in an hour or so, he was gonna see Reed, the guy who initiated him into this wonderful new life.
No, that's not really it, Chance thought, as he sipped on his beer, idly playing with his nutsac and scoping for hot-looking guys out his dorm window. Reed had just got him in touch with himself, nudged him on track.
His dick got harder as he played with himself. He took a long swig of beer. Damn, it had felt good being in his body these past two days. Everything was humming.
Sex was no more a frustrating puzzle. It was the wonderful gift he'd always believed it could be. He drained the last of his beer and flexed his biceps. Yeah, he felt good! His cock had such a nice tingle to it, almost like he could feel his balls churning around down there, working up a nice big batch of cream for tonight with Reed.
He stroked his dick lovingly. What pleasure this thing gave him, and gave other guys, too. He fingered his ass a little. What a wonderful sense of fulfillment his sweet little pucker allowed him.
Fuck, it was great being a young guy. 'Young, hung, and full of cum,' the guys on the team back home used to tease him, when they noticed his long thick dick dangling in the locker room or showers. He never really clicked with that phrase before; now he thought it fit perfectly.
Chance spent time figuring out what to wear to Reed's tonight. Reed loved him in jocks, so he picked out a good one. It was his favorite old jock, a Duke - white, but with a very soft waistband that really hugged and accentuated his hipbones. Plus the pouch was so soft and worn, it was almost obscene how well-outlined his big dick looked.
"Damn, Taylor, you can tell what religion you are in that thing!" Coach barked out a couple of weeks ago when he saw Chance in it. Coach - why was he not surprised to find out that hot stud was into guys?
Sexy locker room fantasies came true, Chance found out earlier today, so maybe one of those stud-coach-and-hot-jock-get-it-on fanatasies might actually happen with Coach and him.
Damn, could Chance ever get into that! Oh well, Chance's whole sexual future glittered brilliantly before him now, with anything seeming possible.
He found a pair of work jeans he thought looked great on him, that hugged him around the hips, showing off his quads and ass beautifully. He stared at himself with the soft white jock plastered around his waist and the jeans hanging down low and tight around his hips.
Yeah, Reed should dig this. For a shirt, he threw on what he thought was his sexiest wife-beater, very tight and very short. Chance kinda winced as he remembered that this was the shirt he used to wear, along with a tight white jock, when he'd pose in front of the mirror to get himself hard before he had one of his mammoth jerk-off sessions.
He loved how it hugged his abs, showing every ripple and crease, and stopped right about at his belly button, so that his hard, flat lower abs were exposed. He'd see himself in that undershirt, and a nice tight jock, and he'd be hard and dripping almost immediately.
He'd stroke and look and feel and caress and rub and finger until he got so hard he couldn't stand it, then he'd shoot and shoot in that wonderful, creamy release. He shook his head, sort of stupified to think he didn't have to resort to that as his main sex outlet any more.
But damn, he laughed, how the hell did it never occur to him before that he was gay, with that sort of stuff occupying such a huge percentage of his day!? Anyway, he bet Reed would love him in such skimpy underwear.
He chose his short, tight, black leather vest to wear over his wife-beater, cause it was too chilly for just a skimpy T. He thought it was the sexiest thing he owned, really showed off his massive upper arms well. He kept the top couple of buttons unbuttoned. He'd take it off very soon after he got to Reed's, probably, but on the other hand, Reed just might be into leather.
But before he got dressed, there was something he wanted to do. He grabbed his shaving kit, one of Reed's stroke mag's, and headed for the john down the hall. Once there, he opened up the magazine to a page with the picture of a stud that had been obsessing him ever since he'd first leafed through this mag.
The dude had the same kind of lean, muscled mass Chance did, only this dude had trimmed away his pubic hair and shaved it into a nice, sexy ridge about a half-inch above the base of his cock. Chance didn't have much hair, so it was easy to trim and groom it there in the john.
He clipped it kinda short, then sculpted his patch with a razor. He shaved the few straggly hairs on his balls, too, so his scrotum was now a nice big silky sac, and then squatted down and did his ass. He rinsed and patted dry and felt down there. Oh yeah, smooth as silk. Reed's tongue could glide all over there tonight.
He wished he had a hand-mirror so he could see how hot his shaved pucker must look. Reed is gonna love this, he thought. He stepped back and looked at himself in the mirror. Another guy came in to shave his face, but Chance paid him no mind.
He was too busy admiring how hot he looked. His hard, cut expanse of lower abs now seemed accentuated, like they were just begging to be licked; and of course his cock, already a thick dangler, was even more sexily pronounced.
Yep, he grinned at himself in the mirror, you'll do just fine, dude. He looked over to see the other guy's gaze glued to his cock. Chance smiled good-naturedly at him, and gave his thick meat a shake.
He grabbed his shaving kit and porn mag, and whistled out the door. Back in his dorm-room, he threw on his clothes, then headed over to Reed's, stopping on his way to pick up a six-pack.