Incredibly Realistic

When Lee opened the door to his room, and saw Nicky there, both boys became visibly nervous.

Lee was initially shook because Nicky had never been to his dorm alone before.  Typically the young jock dropped by his room to visit Tor Pedersen, Lee's roommate.  But Tor was gone for the weekend, and yet here was Nicky. Looking especially hot, Lee was excited to see.

The jock stud was bare-chested, wearing just a pair of black mesh basketball shorts, pushed down an inch or so too low, right to where his pubes started, showing off the whole mesmerizing expanse of his sculpted physique -- all that carved, beefy bulk; 8-pack abs ripped and juicy, with that deep line of superb definition down the center; and around back, Lee could see, the teasing beginnings of what looked like an absolutely perfect muscle-butt, flaunting a tantalizing inch or so of ass-crack.

As compelling as it was to gaze, stupefied, on Nicky's hot torso, Lee's eyes immediately shifted down, for the precious few seconds he dared, to get a good look at an eye-popping length of thick, straight-boy cock, easily visible under the soft, thin fabric of his shorts.  Lee's dick started to twitch and tingle as he gasped at the outline of that tantalizing, way-long length of jock-meat, curving out proud and tempting as it hung, plump and full, under the loosely draped mesh. The beautifully traceable head on that hefty shaft made Lee's mouth ache with desire.  

Lee managed to pull his eyes away, not wanting the sexy stud to bust the gay dude for staring, and settled for eye-worshipping Nicky's carved upper body.  The sensuous bulges of his lean guns, he noticed, were pumped and defined even more lusciously, straining as they were under the weight of 24-pack of beer Nicky stood there hoisting, on his strong, bulging shoulders.  

But that cock -- Jesus Fuck!  Lee's eyes could not stop staring.

Lee realized, having held the door open, just staring for a while, that he really should say something, but before he even had a chance to mumble some lame sort of greeting, Lee was suddenly aware he'd been sitting around his room in just a skimpy pair of boxer briefs.
Damn!  He knew damn well if Nicky spent even another minute more standing there, his own sizable cock would start showing embarrassingly hard. 

As for Nicky, he was probably more uncomfortable than Lee, because he suddenly thought this corny-ass plan of his was utter bullshit, which had him pissed and frustrated. In so many other parts of his life, Nicky realized bitterly -- sports, exercise, women, even academics -- he could easily hold his own.  But here, though, with dudes, he was fucking clueless.  

Plus, he hadn't counted on Lee, Tor's super hot roommate and Nicky's first serious boy-crush, to come to the door in an unbelievably sexy pair of drawers, looking so damn hot, totally throwing him off what non-existent game he had when it came to boys.

"Nicky dude," Lee finally stammered, "what up?"

Nicky looked down shyly, his heart starting to beat fast. This should NOT be hard. He even fucking practiced this opening line back in his dorm room about twenty times.

"Tor and me be chillin tonight. Told me to just swing on by, like, six-ish or so."

It was 5:45 PM.

Lee's face screwed up in confusion.

"You sure about that?  Cause I'm almost positive, before he left Wednesday night, he
told me the team was traveling to Michigan for that game last night, then I thought he said they were just heading straight on to Ohio and not comin back to campus.  They have the Ohio State game tomorrow, right? I swear he said they weren't coming home between games.  I didn't think he was due back til sometime Monday. But I could be wrong. I mighta misheard."

Tonight was Friday.

"I think you did, dawg.  We specifically made these plans after our workout last Monday.  I'm s'posed to meet him here around six.  He's been stressin with his midterms and finishing a paper or something. Said he really needed to party between games this weekend.  Cool if I wait?  He's gonna show like any minute."

"Su-su-sure, Nicky, I guess.  C'mon in.  I mean, if that's what he said, it must be right.  It's just, I swear I thought he said . . . oh, well, fuck it.  I mean, shit, you got beer, so that's cool."

Made it! Nicky thought, glad to get past that part.

He grinned and strode through the door, past Lee, who could only sigh as
he watched the boy's hard, firm butt flex sensuously through the beautifully clinging
mesh fabric. 

Lee stood and stared as Nicky walked over to put the beer down on Tor's desk. The waistband of his shorts hung so wonderfully low on the luscious rise of Nicky's bubble ass. 

There was eye candy, and then there was Nicky -- a freakin' ten-pound box of Godiva creams.

"I'm not interruptin' anything, am I, dude?" Nicky turned and tried to innocently ask.

"No -- no, no, not at all, just messin' with my laptop, lookin for something hot to watch later.  Plus, findin some stuff I'm lookin to download. Then I was just gonna sketch a little.  A friend o' mine is s'posed ta drop by around 10.  We're gonna hang and watch vids together."

"Wanna beer?" Nicky asked, opening the case and helping himself to
one.

"Hell yeah!" Lee said.  "Cool, thanks," he added, as he caught the beer
Nicky tossed.

"So what vids you watchin'?"

"What?" 

Lee found himself unable to process Nicky's question, flustered at being alone
with this young muscle-god.  He could feel thick arousal start to build in
his shaft.

Nicky clarified.

"You and your friend. Said you was gonna chill later and watch something?"

"Oh, sure, yeah.  Right."

"So whatcha gonna watch?  Somethin' I seen?"

Nicky felt like a dolt. Zero boy-game. He will never get laid by a sexy dude because he sounded like a clod.

Lee had to make a quick call.  The deal was, one of his friends, Donny, also gay, was going to drop by later after his shift at the co-op.  Lee had been
searching his favorite gay porn sites for some cool clips to watch.  The
two of them were gonna get high, then stroke and suck to porn for a couple hours.  

Lee had been planning to take advantage of his homophobic cave-man of roomie
being gone to enjoy some sexy-ass fun with one of his fuck buddies. But now, if Tor was dude back any minute to slam beers with Nicky, it looked like that plan was shot.

Anyway, should he tell Nicky the hot boy-time he'd planned? Was Nicky as virulently straight as Tor?  

He sure as hell didn't seem to be.  Nicky was easily the sweetest, nicest, most child-like innocent, of all his roommate's jock friends.  

Definitely the hottest.  Hands down. Grade A choice.  

Nicky was track & field -- decathlon, maybe -- and his body was eye-popping awesome.  Dude must have spent half his life in a gym.  

Plus, he was breathtakingly gorgeous: blonde hair buzzed short on the sides and back, kinda ragged and spiky-perfect, but natural-looking, on top; soulful blue eyes that could
just melt you; and strong, masculine young movie-star handsomeness.  

Lee has had several hot stroke sessions that semester, fantasizing about Nicky.

So, could he be honest about his plans with Donny, or should he . . . ?  Fuck it, why lie?  After all, Nicky knew he was gay.  Tor sure as hell made enough nasty cracks about his roommate's sexuality whenever he had his fellow uber-pussy-hound jock-bros over.

Lee smiled and relaxed into his decision to be honest.  

"Nah, I don't think you seen this, Nick.  It's gay shit -- hardcore leather porn.  My boy Donny was supposed to drop by later -- when I thought Tor would be out -- we were gonna bust a couple nuts together while we watched it.  Jack and suck and fuck ‘n' shit.  You know, guys night in."

Nick tried to act suave and worldly. He even winked at Lee.

"Sounds hot, homie!"

He raised his beer can in a toast.  

"To sex -- however and with whoever. To gettin it the fuck on!"

Actually, Nicky thought jealously, Lee's evening sounded hot as fuck.  He
wished he and his buds would do shit like that -- watch hot gay
porn and stroke and suck and fuck together. Party-heartying like they do, except queer -- being able to revel in each other's horniness. 

Only his bros were all straight as shit. Or at least they acted like they were.  

But Nicky did, too -- for whatever that was worth.

The thought of what Lee had planned with his fuck-bro only whetted Nicky's
desperate appetite even sharper.  

The real reason Nicky was here tonight was because he knew Tor wouldn't be back til late Monday.  He'd been hoping he'd catch Lee alone in his room like this, and that the sexy-ass hottie would buy his stupid bullshit story about Tor and him having made plans, so that Nicky could chill here and pound down some beers for a bit -- and somehow, some way, figure out how to get something interesting to happen.

Because, damn, somethin sure as fuck had to happen soon.  He'd been absolutely losing his shit lately, out of his fuckin' mind with hard, raw desire.

Nicky Lane was a very, VERY gay-curious young jock, who for years has fantasized about how hot it would be to fool around with another boy -- especially another fine young muscle-jock like himself.  

All through high school strong, secret, urgent desires kept tormenting him -- fueled by the fit dudes he was surrounded by as a young athlete. Not to mention all the hot-muscled
dudes in his stroke-worthy fitness mags and the gay porn sites he checked out
regularly.  As an incoming freshman athlete, Nicky had hoped that being on his own here at college, away from home and high school friends, surrounded by hot jock muscle and thick jock cock, he'd have been only too able to explore his desire.  

After all, so many of the college jock porn stories he'd devoured in the year or so before graduation had led him to believe that college dorms and locker rooms were just one vast, churning sea of pure testosterone -- guys wearing almost nothing, or bare-ass, thrown temptingly together in such intimate proximity, letting their natural same-sex attraction flourish and blossom.  But so far there'd been no easy way for Nicky to test the waters.  

None of the dudes on the track team, or any of the other jocks he'd met since coming to college, ever gave off even the slightest sign they'd be down for the kind of hot,
nasty, boy-on-boy action Nicky was about ready to bust for.

Encountering Lee, then -- the only out gay boy he'd ever known -- had been so
frustratingly wonderful.  He loved dropping by Tor's room as often as he could, just to soak up being close to a boy whom he knew was totally into the kind of sex he
wanted a taste of.  

Plus, Lee was freakin' HOT. He wasn't a jock, but he was sooooo lean and muscular.  Nicky once asked him how he stayed in such great shape -- during yet another of Nicky's half-assed attempts at flirting, which had led absolutely nowhere -- and he'd learned Lee had been working out regularly since junior high. There was this great gym at the private school he went to, Lee told him, with tons of machines, so he'd picked up the fitness obsession early.  Now, here at college, Lee had found a few friends who were regulars with him at the campus rec center.  So that explained the smoking hot body.

And the dude was gorgeous as fuck, with a sexy sort of bad-boy, art-punk hotness that Nicky found crazy-attractive -- shoulder-length, jet black hair he usually kept tied in back; always a sexy three-day stubble on his face; and those earrings and pierced nipples,
which drove Nicky nuts.  

He'd had hella late-night stroke-sessions in his dorm-room, to thoughts of Lee's hot body and sexy face.

In fact, it was during just such a session last night -- shooting yet another load in a fevered stroke fantasy over his gay crush -- when Nicky had hatched his half-assed plan to drop by Lee's dorm-room, on the pretext of partying with Tor, who he'd claim was due back "any fuckin' minute," in hopes of chilling alone with Lee.

Now that he was here, though, and had successfully breached the perimeter, Nicky was a little confused about just how his silly-ass plan was supposed to play out.  With girls it was no problem -- most times they just threw themselves at smoking-hot, muscle-stud athletes like Nicky. 

But, damn, how did it work with dudes, Nicky wondered.  He had to figure that out because he wanted to start fooling around with boys in a major way.

Maybe he should just blurt something out like, "Lee, I'm so fuckin' hot for you, dawg!  Really wanna get wit' you, dude!" 

The problem there, though -- what if Lee then said he wasn't really into Nicky, or jocks in general, or whatever?  And then, even worse, what if Lee then tells Tor, "Dude, your ace bud Nicky turns out to be a total fag?" This boy-sex shit was fucking complicated as fuck!  

You KNOW the sex must hot as fuck, Nicky laughed to himself, if it's this damn tough to get a taste of it!

Anyway, now that he was here alone with the dude, Nicky's spirits were flagging fast. Lee seemed way out of Nicky's league -- the boy was super sophisticated, seriously hip, witty as hell, arty, and had that slick, bohemian-outlaw style.  His friends were all hip and fashionable, too.  Nicky was just some corn-fed jock bumpkin.  

He was heartened, though, to hear Lee immediately talking about watching leather daddy vids and having steamy dude-sex that sounded hot as fuck.  Maybe Nicky and Lee could just kind of hook up on that level -- pure male lust.  They both had that in common, no doubt. Plus, they were both hot, horny, good-lookin' dudes.

OK, Nicky, there's your play, dawg -- get 'r done. So he tried to sound smooth.

"Man, you gay dudes sure got your sex game goin' on tight. Hell, I could never ask a chick over to watch porn with me."

Lee grinned. He immediately liked where he didn't dare hope this might go.

"Why the fuck not, Nicky?"

"I dunno know, really -- 'cept I just get the vibe that the girls I know ain't that into hot, raw shit like jackin to porn.  Oh well.  So hey -- you said you're lookin to download some shit?  More porn? Movies? Music?"

"More porn, I guess you'd say.  There's this genius comics illustrator I follow. Insanely great artist -- dude's like a god to me, named Cole Miner. He does this amazing gay porn comic I adore, called RAN-DAR, about this Tarzan sort of guy, who's freakin' built as fuck and hung like a frakkin' horse, and he gets into all these totally hot sex adventures in the jungle.

"Every fuckin' dude the guy draws is built as fuck, with really massive luscious muscles, and they all have these huge fuckin' uncut cocks.  His comics are really just an
excuse to show beefy studs sucking and fucking and getting hard and shit. I'm like addicted to it."

Lee kind of checked himself. He didn't want to blather on like a raving gay fanboy, but Nicky looked so sweet and innocent and into what he was saying, that Lee thought, fuck it, and went on raving.   

"The stories are gonna sound corny to you, no doubt -- like, in the latest issue, Ran-dar and his hot young native companion, Tulu get captured by these Egyptian priests, who put them in a kind of chain-sling, then ream their asses with golden dildos and milk their cocks into jeweled chalices, cause they get their mystic power from drinking man-seed.  So it's super queer shit like that, but, damn, it always gets me hard as fuck.  

"Ran-dar and Tulu go around nude all the time, wearin' just a piece of vine tied around their waists. Most all the other dudes in the comics are naked all the time, too.  He
draws so incredibly realistic, it's amazing.  And beside the fact that the comics are just hot as fuck, they're also just the kind of sexy comics art I want to do.  You used to have to always buy ‘em in print, but now you can download 'em."

Lee paused. He was totally getting all breathless and carried away.  Being alone with the near-naked, super-hot, straight-stud Nicky was making him head spin. He had to remind himself that straight dudes found gay shit disgusting. Tor, for example, HATED to see Lee's RAN-DAR comics lying around the dorm. He always ragged on him about it.

"Dude, can you please put your fuckin' fag comics away?  I don't want my friends havin' to look at fag shit when they come over!"   

Nicky, though, amazingly enough, didn't seem disgusted at all. Shyly, nervously, cautiously, he went a tad further.

"If you're interested, I got tons of them. You wanna check one out and see what I mean?"

Nicky tried to stifle the excitement in his voice.  

"Sure! Love to, man!"

Fuck, if Lee only knew how MUCH he wanted to see one! New gay porn was ALWAYS a treat for Nicky. He spent tons of time alone in his dorm room looking at all the hot gay shit he could find online.

The keyed-up jock sat back eagerly and watched as Lee sashayed that sexy-ass body across
the room, over to his desk, to grab his comics stash out of a drawer.

Damn! Nicky thought, as he ogled that cute, firm butt -- dimpled glutes flexing in those sexy, skimpy briefs -- could I ever go for a piece of that!

He felt his dick stiffen and tingle as those only-too-familiar pangs of boy-lust began to bubble up uncontrollably.

Lee walked back towards him, and Nicky couldn't resist gazing hungrily at
that nice long thickness jostling deliciously in the dude's sexy briefs as he moved.
Fuck, is Lee ever hung!  Damn, would he like to pull that boy-meat out and take a taste.  

And those nipple-rings! Bouncing oh-so-sexily against the dude's hard, flat pecs as he walked. Aw shit! Nicky moaned to himself. Suddenly he had a vision -- him and Lee, lying in bed together, kissin' and shit, gettin' hard together, and Nicky pullin' and teasin' those sexy-ass nipple-rings! Then another lust-jolt buzzed through Nicky's groin as he wondered if Lee had a cock-piercing.

Sheepishly, Lee offered a stack of his most smolderingly hot gay comics to the jock stud.  

"Here, dude, check ‘em out. Prob'ly WAAAYYY too gay for a stud like you, but see if you don't dig the art as much as me."

"Aw Fuck! Freakin' HOT!" 

Nicky couldn't suppress an excited, knee-jerk rave when he saw the cover of the comic
on the top of the stack, showing a white-skinned muscle god, swinging on a vine, with a ridiculously huge (but sexy-as-fuck), long, thick, uncut cock, all veiny and drippy,  dangling way down, almost to his ankles. There was an equally muscular, equally hung, gorgeous black muscle-stud on the cover, lying on a leopard-skin bed, in a cool, primitive-looking tree house, strokin' his rock-hard monster-cock, in obvious anticipation of sex with the Jungle Lord.  

Shit, Nicky thought, feeling that tell-tale stirring in his groin, I'm gonna be totally boned like any second. This shit is catnip to a dude like me.

Nicky leafed through the magazine and started getting breathless and edgy with lust.  Any
given page of the comic, had he been alone in his room and able to jack like crazy, would be enough to have him spurting in seconds.  

In the story in which he'd become instantly immersed, Ran-dar and his faithful warrior friend were bathing each other in a jungle stream -- depicted by lots of panels of the two nude studs washing and muscle-worshipping and stroking each other, muscles huge and hard-carved and beautifully drawn, with the most hugely suckable nips and monstrous uncut cocks in various stages of hardness.  

Nicky couldn't help a soft groan when Tulu knelt down, jacking his huge black cock, and lavished oral pleasure on the Jungle Lord's mega-cock. Tulu's thick, sexy lips looked awesome as they engulfed that enormous shaft.

"Mighty Ran-dar need Tulu to relax him after such a hard hunt," the sexy
black stud purred. Nicky immediately dreamed about those beautifully plump lips on his own dick.

Fuck, Nicky was absolutely loving this shit!  

He realized he'd actually been stroking himself, through the soft, loose material of his shorts, unable to control the reflex-reaction from the testosterone stirred up and coursing through him from such scorching hot gay porn. 

He immediately let his hand casually drift off his crotch, hoping Lee didn't catch his involuntary meat-beating impulse.

The next page proved even hotter, showing another, equally hot, villainous-looking stud, secretly spying on Ran-dar and his friend. The spy's massive, carved torso was encased in a couple of tight, form-fitting, leather straps that were sexy as fuck, and the dude's enormous schlong was barely covered by the teensiest little leather thong. The sexy spy's huge, uncut cock-head was easy to make out under the form-fitting scrap of leather, and half the shaft of his thick horse-cock was uncovered.  

Nicky realized his hands were shaking as his eyes drank in all the smoldering comic hotness. He needed to set this shit down before he blew a load. Just a couple more pages, though.

He started flipping through a bit more and saw that the hot leather-daddy spy had taken Ran-dar prisoner and was fucking the shit out of him in some cool-ass tent. Aw fuck, did he ever want a copy of this comic book!

Lee's excited voice cut through Nicky's horned-up stroke-reverie.  

"So? So? You ain't say nothin. Waddya think, Nick? I mean, you must fuckin' dig it, cause you been strokin' yourself like a fuckin' gay dude while you were readin!"

Nicky jolted back down to earth and closed the comic, regrettably. His voice sounded dry and trembling with lust.

"Damn, Lee, I mean, what can I say? I ain't never seen shit like that, dude.  It's pretty fuckin' wild.  Dude draws absolutely amazing. And fuck yeah I was strokin, why the fuck shouldn't I? Fuck, bro, this shit is sexy as hell even for a straight boy."

Lee's eyes bugged out, genuinely surprised.  

"You're shitting me! No fucking way a straight dude gets off on that!"

Nicky stammered, scrambling to defend how aroused he'd been, trying to play it off as no big thing. 

"Fuck yeah they do! Why the fuck shouldn't they?  It's s'posed to be sexy, innit? Just cause I ain't gay like you don't mean I can't find dudes sexy, 'specially mega-sexy cartoon dudes what are hung like motherfuckers and hot as fuck.  A straight boy can totally appreciate how hot a good-lookin' dude looks, and get hella turned on by hot muscle and a big-ass dick. I mean, an awesome-looking cock is just fucking awesome, period. It's same with girls, Lee -- girls boys have over t' the dorm be lookin at our girly mags all the damn time, hours on end. Lee, e'ery damn sport I ever played, at every damn level, dudes be checkin each other out all the damn time in the locker room and showers. Just how boys roll, I guess."

"No shit.  I always wondered about that.  Huh, so now I know."

Lee shot Nicky a sly, leering smile.  

"So tell me, bro, what the hell else do hot, straight-boy jocks do in those locker rooms and showers, hmmm?"

Nicky burst out laughing, relieved they weren't talking any more about why the comic had gotten him hard as fuck.

"None o' yer damn business, horn-dog!  Hey, Lee, you want another beer? Wonder where the fuck Tor is? Flight back must be late." 

Nicky got up off the chair to get them more beers, and quickly saw he was still ridiculously hard and tenting from the RAN-DAR comic.  He tried to pivot his groin away quickly, but saw by the wicked grin on Lee's face he was busted.

"Damn, Nicky! You sure as fuck DID like RAN-DAR!"

Nicky hated how he could feel the hot blush start to ooze instantly in his cheeks. He tried to play it as nonchalant as he could.

"Dude, get a grip!  I told you it was hot.  Wasn't the guy drawing it to get dudes off?"

Lee couldn't resist teasing the sexy straight dude.  

"Sure, Nicky -- GAY dudes! And yeah, I'd love another beer."

"ALL dudes, knucklehead.  ANY dude who can appreciate a hot-looking guy is gonna get off on those sexy drawings. Specially athletes! If you're gonna be an athlete, and work your body into peak form, you gotta have a pretty fuckin' good aesthetic appreciation for a fine-looking body on a dude.  Otherwise, how you s'posed to know how to sculpt yourself to look
like that?  You get what I'm sayin? It's not just for gay boys they be showin all those shots of hot, black, bare-chested football players warmin up, during the pre-game shows."

Nicky tossed another beer to Lee and popped his own open.

Lee gave Nicky another sly, sexy grin.

"Relax, dawg.  Just fuckin' with ya!" 

All Lee could think about, actually, was just how much he'd like to be fuckin' with Nicky right this very minute.  

"I know you're straight as fuck."

Nicky started sulking inside, frustrated.  He didn't quite understand how, but somehow, he suddenly realized, he'd missed a perfect opportunity with that hot gay comic to move things with Lee into high gear.  But he'd gotten side-tracked, fooled into trying to defend his manhood. 

Fuck! He and Lee should be strokin' their big-ass dicks together, right now, over one of those sexy-ass comics!  But he'd been all embarrassed and ashamed at his arousal, and being outed, and the opportunity slipped by.  Damn! Big fucking rookie mistake!

He tried to figure out some small talk to get the mood where he wanted it going.

Suddenly Nicky thought of something.

"So Lee, did you say you wanted to draw like that sexy comic artist?"

Lee became totally into talking about his career dreams.

"Yeah, I'm a studio arts major -- if you didn't know.  Drawing and illustration. And that's definitely my goal -- to do gay comics and art like that.  You probably ain't noticed it, but the internet is crawling with shit like those comics. Despite what the nazi homophobes want people to believe, the world is getting more and more gay-friendly, so I'm hoping there's gonna be more and more of a market for art like that."

Nicky was genuinely impressed. Then he thought of a great question.

"You got any samples of your work I can see?" 

He hoped so, excited that he might get to see some more gay porn -- this time sketched by Lee's own hand!  

Nicky relaxed back into his horniness. Shit was getting nice and sexy again.

Lee was instantly amped, delighted to show some of his work -- which he knew was
VERY good -- to such a sexy, straight jock-stud.

"Fuck yeah I do! Love to show you, bro." 

He strode across the room to get some samples of his work. Nicky's eyes glittered, glued to the hot boy's cut muscle and sexy ass and thick package every second of the way.

Lee leafed through the large stack of sketchpads leaning against the wall by his desk,
making sure to choose the ones filled with male nudes. He grabbed a couple to show Nicky.

"Here, check ‘em out.  Tell me what you think.  And be honest, dawg.  I can take it. I mean, I know I'm not there yet, but tell me what you think."

Nicky set his beer down and leafed through the top sketchbook.  He was awe-struck immediately.

"Holy fuck, Lee!  You seriously drew these? Dude, these are in-FUCKING-credible!"

Each page of the large sketchbook was covered the most amazingly perfect drawings of guys' chests, torsos, arms, legs, asses, feet, cocks -- LOTS of cocks, which Nicky stared at longest.  

Each muscle Lee had drawn, each luscious-looking cock, was perfectly rendered and shaded, almost three-dimensional.  And sexy as fuck!  

As Nicky leafed through the book, treating the pages delicately, like they were fine
art-prints, he could feel the electric tingle of boy-lust stirring in his groin again.  

In every beautifully drawn ass, gorgeously rendered cock, beautiful upper or lower body, there was a desire for male flesh that was almost tactile -- and Nicky resonated perfectly with that desire.  Lee was giving the same adoration to male beauty that Nicky gave, every time he pored over internet porn or gazed a little too long at a fit dude in the shower.

"Fuck, dude, you are absolutely amazing!  Lee, seriously dude, these are EASILY as good as that comic book guy.  I am waaaayyyy impressed, bro!"

Lee stood up and put his hand forward to Nicky, who clasped it in a strong, warm, genuinely heartfelt bro-shake. Nicky hoped he was sending strong horny vibes with his grip, too.

Lee gazed at Nicky, with both friendship and carnality.

"Thanks, man.  Means so damn much to me to get compliments like that."

They held the hand-clasp too long, obviously, but both boys seemed cool with the physical contact.  

Suddenly Lee, fearful that Nicky would think Lee was making a pass, nervously broke the handshake. He gathered his sketchbooks up. As he did, he mused aloud, letting Nicky know a relevant factoid about his friend Tor.

"Tor fucking hates my drawings. You know that, right.  ‘Fag art,' he always calls it."

"Aw, don't trip, Lee.  Tor can be a total idiot a lot of the time.  You gotta know how to take the dude.  It's just bluster. He probably jacks to your sketchbooks when you ain't in the room."

Lee laughed. 

"Yeah, right!"

Nicky was so damn cool, Lee thought. He was crushing like crazy on the hot boy, feeling wave after wave of lust for all that gorgeous muscle washing over him.  He couldn't keep this up much longer, he realized.  

Lee was growing light-headed, being alone and intimate like this with the physical perfection that was Nicky Lane. He couldn't stop staring at the sexy jock's beautiful, dime-sized nipples, with those hard, pert nubs sticking out, beautifully punctuating his smooth, chiseled pecs. His mouth ached to tease and lick and suck those hot nips, and trail his tongue all over awesome chest.  

Oh Nicky, Lee sighed to himself, why the FUCK ain't you gay?  Shit, could we ever have
fun!

Nicky equally chafed under the force of his desire for the hot, scantily clad boy sitting so tantalizingly close to him. That sexy stubble on Lee's face begged to be kissed and licked all over. 

Spit some damn game, Nicky! Eyes on the prize!

"So dude, like, who poses for you when you draw those nudes?"

"Oh, models in drawing class mostly.  Plus, I got some friends who pose sometimes, dudes with hot bodies.  But that's rare, cause both the muscle-studs I know are crazy busy all the time."

Inspiration struck Nicky suddenly, like a second wind kicking in. Excited and breathless, he blurted it out. 

"Hey, dawg -- how come you ain't never asked ME to pose?  Don't you think I got a nice body? Fuck, dude, I got great definition."

Lee looked like he'd swallowed something wrong.

"Dude, are you fucking serious?"

He broke out laughing at the sheer, rank, stupid ridiculousness of him not thinking Nicky Lane had a nice body.  

"Nicky, dude, you have, like, the BEST body of anyone I know. Easily. You're like muscular perfection. I'd fuckin' LOVE to have you pose for me, dawg.  Any fuckin' time, dude!  I mean -- guess I just never thought to ask you.  You being Tor's friend an' all.  Not sure what the fuck that means, but still, you hang with a serious homophobe bro, so naturally -- ." 

Nicky was all amped now. He wanted to get naked immediately.

"Fuck dude, I definitely wanna pose for you! Gotta see how you'd draw this hot fuckin' body o' mine."

Nicky's horny, maddeningly impatient hunger was now in full control.  He jumped up from the chair and whipped off his mesh shorts, not even noticing Lee's wide, disbelieving eyes.  He did some muscle-poses, loving to see his cock all thick and dangly and (he hoped) tempting-looking. 

Then Nicky flexed and gave a loud wolf-howl and strutted around the dorm, in all his achingly perfect young jock glory, bellowing like a cave-man.

"Me Ran-dar! Me stud-king of the jungle!  Worship my hot fuckin' body!  Me super-jacked sexy-ass jungle lord with big fuckin' jungle dick!" 

His long jock thickness bobbed and bounced merrily as he strode around the room.

Lee was torn between laughing his ass off and shooting a load.  This was
too freakin' much.  Nicky's cock was a thick, long, smooth piece of uncut boy meat, the head mostly covered by a tasty-looking hood. The dude's ball-sac was jostling with two plum-sized orbs. Lee couldn't stop staring. He wanted to go right over there and take every luscious inch of Nicky into his mouth, but he knew this was just sexy-ass jock-play.  

Student-athletes, Lee had learned, were enviably comfortable with their hot bodies, always looking for any excuse to show them off.  Lee's room-mate Tor, for example, was always going around nude, wagging his big-ass dick at Lee, sneering, "You'd love to wrap those pretty fag lips around this shit, wouldn't you, dude?" Lee would just roll his eyes and give his asshole roomie the finger, knowing his teasing offer was more of his moronic gay-baiting.

Nicky stopped his jungle-boy goofing, thinking he might have gone too far. But he kept on posing and flexing, in earnest now, the way he always did alone in his dorm, in front of the mirror. 

Nicky was in his happy place now, nude and feeling sexy as fuck, showing off his hard-carved muscle and thick dangling cock. He'd never showed off this seductively to a gay boy before, and he was hoping desperately the sexy hottie would take the bait.  

"Seriously, Lee -- I'd be fucking honored to pose for you, dude.  Really! Right now, if you want!  I'd love to see how you draw me."

Lee could barely control his excitement.  

"HELL YEAH!" 

To be able to gaze on the sheer erotic splendor of Nicky Lane -- all that smooth, naked, cut muscle on gorgeous display -- that thick, achingly perfect, uncut beauty dangling
between those hard-carved thighs -- the jock-stud's round, meaty, perfect muscle-ass -- damn, what a fuckin' dream come true!

The eager boy sprung into action.  He dashed over to his desk and pulled a brand-new
sketchbook from the back of the stack leaning against the wall. Then he grabbed his
pencil case off the top of the desk.  In seconds he was back in his chair, heart racing.

Lee's hands shook as he chose a pencil from the case.  He couldn't believe he had Nicky
Lane as a nude model!  

Suddenly, though, fear gripped him. What if Tor -- due any minute, apparently -- walked in on the two of them?  Oh well, fuck it -- this was a gift from the gods, and Lee was just going to enjoy every fucking second.

His voice, when he finally spoke, trembled as badly as his hands, 

"All right, Nicky, just strike a pose you're comfortable with, and hold it for a while."

Nicky stood tall, a few feet from Lee. He flexed and shimmied his body a bit (causing Lee's breath to catch), then settled himself into a pose that beautifully displayed his cut athletic beauty in all its naked erotic power -- just a simple, off-hand pose, standing casually, but breath-taking.

Lee just stared for a few seconds, his pencil poised hovering an inch above the surface of the sketchbook.

Fuck, Lee thought, as he gazed on the nude young god, displayed now in his bedroom like a marble athlete would stand in a museum: just watching the boy's awesome body naked is so damn amazing.  Nicky could sell porn tapes of just him standing around bare-assed, not doing anything else, just posing there. I could easily jack to this shit, Lee thought to himself.

The young jock-god's musculature was perfectly carved marble, beautifully proportioned,
grooves and curves everywhere. And there at the center of all that smooth, jock-muscle perfection, the crowing glory, that long, fulsome, seven, maybe eight-plus inches of thick, luscious, uncut boy-meat.  

Lee was glad Nicky's head was turned away, in a classic muscle-pose, so that he could ogle lewdly for a bit.  He finally took a deep breath and began to sketch.

Once he began to draw, Lee's tremors calmed, and what replaced them was the rich, suffused energy of artistic creation.  Soon sketch after sketch began filling the pages of his sketchbook, each image of masculine beauty gorgeously detailed and incredibly life-like.  Lee was inspired; he could feel his talent being goaded to new heights.  

Nicky was easily the best model he'd ever had -- not just because the jock hottie had the best body, but because he seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of posing, knowing just what stance to take to show off his body best, revealing new, breath-taking facets with ever new twist and turn. 

Lee guessed the boy's body-knowledge must have come from hours spent flexing and posing in front of a mirror, either in a weight room or his bedroom. Jocks did that constantly, Lee knew -- not just from rooming with Tor, but from his own history in gyms.  Plus Nicky could hold a pose perfectly for long, luscious minutes.

So, for the next forty minutes or so, Nicky would hold a pose for a good long while while, ask Lee if it was OK to switch, then strike a new one.  This allowed Lee time to do lots of drawing of each pose: several whole-body sketches, plus lots of details of various body parts he wanted especially to practice sketching -- shoulders, abs, arms; pecs (because nipples were tough to get perfect, but so erotic when you did -- and Nicky's were diamond-hard perfect that night); and that mouth-watering ass! Even feet, because Nicky's were large and perfectly shaped, with those long, suckable toes.

And lots and lots of cocks, of course! Because no matter how many times Lee drew Nicky's dick, in so many different views, he never got tired of tracing each gorgeous contour.  It felt like a labor of love, an homage, to get Nickys dick as suckably perfect as possible.  His artistic rendering became a way of having sex with Nicky, allowing Lee to worship that cock in the only way possible between these two boys. He made love to that glorious cock on paper.  

Each time, as Lee watched Nicky's gorgeous manhood come to life after a few studied lines and shadings, he would imagine his fingers and mouth playing with it, working it over, slowly, sensuously. His passion fueled his art.  But damn, the frustration! How many times Lee wanted to just throw down his pencil and pad, walk over to Nicky, get down on his knees, and let life imitate art, worshipping that supreme length of boy-meat they way it deserved, pleasuring the long, thick, mouth-watering shaft as exquisitely as possible, tracing the flesh-hooded head with his tongue, round and round, then licking down to linger over his loose, fulsome nut-sac.

Oh, how he wished he had the nerve to ask Nicky to bend over and spread his cheeks, so he could do a hundred sketches of what Lee knew would be a tight, achingly perfect, cherry pucker!

At one point Lee tried an experiment. Nicky was posing with his back to Lee, so the young artist could work on delts, ass, quads, and calves.  But at one point, after he'd sketched that pose enough, Lee didn't ask Nicky if he could shift positions.  Instead, he flipped over a sheet of paper and wondered if he could sketch Nicky's cock from memory.  

He could! His cock throbbed harder from that drawing -- from having to conjure up unseen that most erotic, evocative image, burned deep and vivid into his brain -- than from any other sketch he'd done so far.

The sketching went on for another half-hour, but there was a timelessness in the space of that dorm room.  So much so that neither boy ever wondered aloud where Tor might be.

For Nicky, he wanted Lee to appreciate every single sexy line and curve and bulge on his body.  He was advertising himself -- aesthetically, sexually, blatantly, completely, shamelessly -- in order to make himself irresistible to Lee.  Throughout the last forty-some minutes, as Nicky's boy-lust grew more and more unbearable, he'd burned with the vain hope that any second Lee would toss aside that damn sketchbook, burst out of his chair, rush over and embrace his horny, sexy model, their thick cocks pressing hard against each other and lips mashing in ecstasy. Whereupon both boys would fall on the bed, and Nicky's soul-deep desire for raw, nasty, boy-on-boy sex would at long last be gloriously consummated.

As for Lee, after about a half-hour of drawing Nicky, skillfully reproducing all the beautiful curves and bulges of that chiseled frame and gorgeous cock, his mind and pencil seemed to become charged with the overwhelming, endlessly recurring lust-fantasy Lee lived constantly here at college, the obsessive desire he'd developed from rooming with Tor, of turning a gorgeous, straight, big-dicked, college-jock stud.  It was so frustratingly wonderful to room with Tor -- forced intimacy with a hot, beautifully-built, straight-stud, athlete hottie, whom he couldn't stop fantasizing about, and who surrounded himself with a bevy of beautiful, well-built college-jock dream-boy pussy-hounds.  Nicky was by far the hottest, but they were all so delicious-looking and, alas, all beyond romancing.

All year long, Lee has longed for, and stroked to, the chance to carve one of these sleek,
rippling studs away from his pack, using all his seductive wiles to initiate a straight muscle-stud into dude-sex.  Lee felt if he could just get one alone, under the exact right circumstances, and work things perfectly, the two of them would soon be naked together, writhing in ecstasy, their hard-muscled bodies pressed close, and thick cocks mashed together in tumescent fever, kissing with that furnace-like passion only two highly aroused males can feel.  

He could always see it so clearly in his mind: Lee would worship the young jock-stud's muscles like no girl ever had, making the boy purr and coo in dick-thickening sensuousness.  His tongue would trail down, lingering over stone-hard abs, until it got to the boy's rock-hard cock.  After five or ten minutes of the finest cock-sucking the horny young hottie had ever known, Lee's tongue would start to tease his taint -- and hearing the jock-hottie's welcoming moan of ecstasy, Lee would get right to work on that sweet cherry boy-cunt --  dreamily, sexily, wantonly, rapaciously, he'd lick and lap and tongue-fuck until the young stud was screaming with the need to feel Lee's hard, pierced cock fill up his virgin ass -- which Lee would proceed to do with relish, letting his hot new jock fuck-buddy discover what muscle-studs' hardbodies were made for. 

Here at a school with a major athletic program, Lee was consumed 24/7 with this fantasy. He wanted to sexually transform a straight young alpha-male jock, be a curious het jock's first-time, feeding off the rush of a strong, good-looking, previously cis stud acknowledging his same-sex desire.  Lee wanted to turn them all, burn a trail through the cute muscle-asses of each and every one of Tor's jock-stud boys.  And Tor himself, of course. Next to Nicky, Tor was the one he most wanted to watch suck his cock voraciously, then ram that Tor-slobbered dick into the meaty, alabaster-hard muscle-ass of his ‘straight' super-hot roomie. Lee totally agreed with what his friend Donny said -- a homophobe as virulent as Tor is masking over excruciatingly intense gay longing.

As Lee's recurrent j/o fantasy thrummed through his mind, he finished sketch after sketch of the glory that was Nicky's musculature; detail after detail of that long, smooth, plump, perfect piece of boy-meat.  His drawings were hymns to muscle-lust, valentines to the straight jocks he wanted to seduce and have his way with.

Fuck, he thought, as he studied Nicky -- posing there with his beautifully muscled back to Lee, affording him yet another extraordinary opportunity to artistically worship that hard, round, perfectly shaped butt -- if he only had the nerve to make a pass at this awesome sex-god jock.  But Nicky wasn't just the cutest boy in Tor's alpha-pack, he seemed the straightest, the most innocent one.  

Lee decided they should knock off now, before the sharp, desperate pangs of unfulfilled sexual desire consume him completely and he does something to make an idiot of himself -- and loses what appears to now be a cool friendship with Nicky.

"OK, Nicky -- my hand's gettin tired.  That was fucking awesome, dude, best posing session with a model EVER! I got some incredible sketches, wait'll you see ‘em.  Your body is, like, perfect, Nicky.  You are the ultimate nude model, dawg."

For his part, Nicky was a little sad the session was over.  He'd loved posing nude, flexing and showing off his hot body, feeling his cock throb deliciously at being exposed to another boy's gaze, hopefully tempting the incredibly gorgeous gay dude into initiating the sex he was raging for. 

What an awesome night this was, Nicky thought. Even if they don't hook up, this dumb-ass idea of his has turned out fairly amazing. Hanging -- near-naked and then totally naked -- with a seriously hot, seriously jacked, gorgeous gay dude, looking at those
totally hot gay-porn comics, seeing Lee's nude drawings, posing. Hopefully they'd been flirting (it's kind of felt like flirting to Nicky, though he'd never actually done any flirting before with a boy). 

Damn, Nicky thought, this was the way he wanted to kick back at college. Not that same-old, same-old with Tor and those dudes, where every night means drinking too much, playing endless amounts of video games or cards or dice, bullshitting about chicks, and ultimately -- if those guys were like him, which he bet most were -- feeling sexually frustrated over how much you wanted to get with each other.

"You sure, Lee?  Cause I'm still up for more.  Got lots left in the posing tank. This is actually kinda hot, I gotta say."

Lee's heart began to beat faster.  Is Nicky . . . ? No way. 

But there was one thing, Lee just thought of -- I mean, if Nicky really wants to do some more posing -- which might be pretty damn interesting to try -- which might be amazing, actually -- maybe which might even make Lee's straight-jock stroke-fantasy a reality -- but damn, did he dare?

"Well actually, Nick, if you're game, I gotta say, well I'm kinda embarrassed as fuck to ask, but fuck, bro, just gonna put it out there, there's one pose I could totally use practice on, cause I don't get that much of a chance to, cause the models in my class obviously don't do it. I sort of feel like an idiot asking you, dude. I mean, those 2 friends I was tellin you model for me, each of them has done it a couple times, and that's sort of the only chances I've had. I mean, I don't want to weird you out, dude."

"Dude, stop the mealy-mouthed bullshit. Go ahead, bro -- just tell me what to do.  I'm fine with any damn pose.  Seriously.  It's just a total buzz you think my body looks hot enough to draw."

"Fuck, Nicky, your body's hot enough to do way more than draw, but seriously -- OK, here's the thing: if I'm gonna be getting together a portfolio to try and land a job illustrating gay porn comics, like I plan, I sure as fuck have to be able to draw a good hard-on.  I mean, you get it, right? You saw those RAN-DAR comics, dawg -- those cartoon studs are sportin' wood in like every other panel!  Like I say, I get very little chance to practice drawing rock-hard cock.  But if that seems too gay, I get it."

Nicky grinned broadly. Oh hell yes! Shit's about to get real, Nicky boy!

"Damn, son, piece of cake.  Shit, I'm always up for jacking a little, gettin' hard. And I'm curious as hell to see some pictures of me sportin major wood, primed and ready to fuck. Hell yeah I'm down."

Lee's hands and fingers began trembling so much at the thought of what was about to happen, he wondered how the hell he'd be able to hold a pencil for this.  He couldn't believe he'd had the nerve to suggest it.  

"Awesome, Nicky. Seriously appreciate this, dawg. Also, seriously want to see that big-ass dick hard."

Nicky grinned, absolutely loving where this was going. This wasn't even a date, and they hadn't actually had sex, but it was already the best date Nicky had ever been on.

As Lee turned to a new page in his sketchbook, thrilling to the thought of what lie ahead, of watching Nicky stroke himself hard, he thought of something.

"Uh, Nicky -- I'd be happy to give you a porn mag to look at, to get you hard, but all I got is gay shit. You could use your phone, I guess."

"Lemme just grab another o' those RAN-DAR comics, bro. That shit got me hard as fuck!"

Nicky walked over to stack on Lee's desk.

Lee's gaydar pinged like crazy hearing Nicky say that. The thought of Nicky being seriously hard-core gay under his sweet straight front was going off in his brain like a rocket as he sharpened a few pencils. 

Nicky leafed through the stack of gay comics, dazzled by the seriously hot drawings of naked, big-dicked muscle-studs. He finally choose one with an especially hot cover, showing an awesomely built dude with a pirate scarf on his head, plowing Ran-dar from behind.  Both dudes were so freakin' jacked, that alone was enough to start a tingle in Nicky's groin.  But the Jungle Lord's huge uncut cock was fuckin gorgeous -- hard as steel, spurting out a thick, creamy flood of a load, from the pleasure of what was no doubt a massive dick reaming his tight man-cunt.  

Nicky just gazed at the drawing of Ran-dar's huge, granite-hard, monster-cock -- the slight curve, the stretched-back foreskin, the beautifully veined shaft, and the dark, rose-pink head, erupting in a torrent of man-cream. Damn, would he ever like to get his hungry lips around something like that! 

Realizing his mouth was dry, Nicky swallowed, feeling the lust build in him. Lee's right, he smiled to himself, he'll definitely have to be able to draw big dicks, throwing major wood, to make it in this business.

Nicky called out to Lee as he lowered his naked muscle-ass into the dorm-room's reading chair.

"OK if I just sit back, leaf through this mag, and stroke?" 

Fuck! thought Lee, looking at that perfectly carved body -- legs, abs, torso,
arms; all gorgeously hard-packed and bulging. And capping all that beauty off, that long, thick, uncut beauty of a cock, sprawling fat and lazy and luscious against one of Nicky's hard-carved thighs.  It was almost impossible again to fight the urge to just toss aside his sketchbook and go enjoy the tastiest-looking length of boy-meat he'd ever seen.

"Stroke away, dude.  And just so you don't feel too awkward, Imma get naked, too.  No sense you feelin' TOO self-conscious, right? Besides, I love hangin nude in the room, and you just look too damned comfortable."

Nicky grinned. Oh yeah!

The idea to join Nicky in nudity had just popped into Lee's mind.  No doubt, it was his dick screaming at him, nudging him closer and closer to trying to have raging-hot sex with this young muscle-god.  Maybe if they were both naked, Lee figured, and both hard (because Lee knew he'd be pure-steel watching Nicky stroke) -- well shit, who knows what the fuck might happen?

So Lee set down his sketchbook for a second so he could wriggle his ass out of his skimpy briefs.  He couldn't help but thrill, noticing Nicky's eyes riveted on his long, floppy dick, especially the sliver ring dangling off his pierced cock-head.

Nicky's voice, when he commented, sounded awed and excited at the sight.  

"FUCK, bro! You got a PA!  Dude, that's so fuckin' hot!!!  I been wonderin', seein' all your other hot piercin's, if your cock was too.  I been wantin' to get mine pierced since the start o' freshman year.  Shit, Lee, that looks sexy as fuckin fuck!"

"Thanks, bro.  Gotta say, feels incredible when some dude starts playin' with it. Electric  fuckin' rush.  Dudes tell me all the time how awesome it feels when I'm fuckin' em. First time I got fucked by a dude with a PA, I knew I wanted one."

Nicky's ass began to throb and tingle at the thought of that. But then Lee settled himself back in his chair and picked his sketchbook back up, much to Nicky's dismay, since that gorgeous cock was now hidden. 

Lee started to draw and urged Nicky to start stroking. Nicky opened the comic and began to skim the first page, idly letting his fingers drift lightly over his meaty young cock.

Nicky was immersed immediately, lost in the hot porn rush on the very first page. He totally forgot there was another boy in the room, and just began the usual routine he used to pleasure himself -- stroking steadily, then every so often, as he soaked up the incredibly erotic drawings, he'd let his balls jostle through his sensual fingers and lazily stroke his taint up and down, always taking a break now and then to suck on his fingers or spit on them, so they could glide slickly over his genitals.

Then (much to Lee's wide-eyed delight) Nicky began licking his fingers more and doing circles around his pucker. After a minute or so of that is when he really began to stiffen, his almost eight soft inches growing longer and thicker and harder with each page of the comic and each poke of his finger.

In the issue he was reading, Ran-dar and Tulu had been charged with initiating into manhood a few young boys from the tribe.  The episode began with the two jungle studs bathing the boys in a stream, giving special attention to their ripe young cocks and smooth little ball-sacs, as well as poking and prodding sensuously in their cracks.  Nicky couldn't help groaning at the way the cute young boys made facial expressions of utter delight, their lips pursed in pleasure, and their young cocks gradually hardening, as Ran-dar and Tulu pushed their fingers and tongues ever-deeper into those tight, virgin pussies -- until, in one panel, the young'uns' dicks were all jutting straight up, rock-hard, and dripping streams of cock-honey. 

Nicky was fully hard himself at this point -- his now nine or so thick inches straining proudly up from his ripped thighs.  Lee's breath came in slow, raspy gasps as he watched Nicky's big hand trace up and down his huge, thick pole and the jock stud's eyes seemed to burn a hole through the comic.

On the next page, the Jungle Lord and his helper, their own monstrous cocks fully hard, were shown carrying the four youths back to their tree-house with them, in order to
instruct them in all the sensual secrets of masculine pleasure. Both grown studs had a naked boy slung over either shoulder, and a finger buried deep in each grinning boy's hole. Nicky's cock throbbed and pulsated as he gazed longingly at those four, ripe, beautifully smooth, pre-teen asses being finger-fucked as the jungle studs strode through the tropical forest.

Suddenly, they were all scooped up in a heavy rope net, which lay disguised on the jungle floor. Ran-dar and Tulu, caught helplessly along with their four cute, frightened charges, carved muscle, man-cocks, sleek boy flesh and cute cocklets all mashed together erotically in the rope-net trap, stared angrily at their captors -- a group of sexy pirates who appeared smirking and triumphant from their hiding place amid the jungle foliage.  

The pirates, Nicky thought, were hot as fuck -- huge, hard muscles, and totally naked, except for the leather boots or sandals they wore, and big-buckled belts they had cinched around their waists, with swords or daggers tucked into them, leaving their enormous, uncut schlongs fully exposed.  The pirate band's leader was this hot fucker with the most muscles and biggest cock, called the Corsair, who also wore a black leather chest harness Nicky thought looked hot as fuck.  

The Corsair ordered his men to give Ran-dar, Tulu, and the boys lotus nectar, which would make them docile and horny.  The plan was, once their captives were subdued, to take them aboard their ship, then sail down the river, where they would become the harem boys of the evil sultan Phallos.  

Of course, the roguish buccaneers also planned, once the lotus nectar had their prisoners all horny and sex-crazed, to spend the entire voyage down-river fucking the shit out of Ran-dar, Tulu, and the boys, to ensure their captives would make suitable sex-slaves for
the sultan.

This was simply the sexiest porn Nicky had ever seen. He was screamingly hard, poring over these hypnotically beautiful images of X-rated male erotica, stroking himself hard and leaky in utter boy-bliss. He was cruising paradise, no doubt. He'd been bored with his bros' parties lately, and chilling tonight with Lee was the exact opposite of 'boring' -- being able to flaunt naked muscle and cock with another hot boy, who was super into drawing Nicky's naked muscle and big dick (he could hardly wait to see all the drawings Lee's done of him), all while he publicly, casually, shamelessly indulged in his favorite hobby -- looking at gay porn. 

For his part, Lee was as burning-eyed focused on the naked cock and muscle in front of him, as was Nicky. Lee seemed to move at rapid speed, feverishly sketching the hottest model he'd ever been privileged to draw, in the hottest of scenes. 

At times Lee would have to just sit back and soak in the mind-fuck nature of the porn tableau taking place in front of him -- a straight, utterly gorgeous muscle-jock, lying back, in all his hard-cut splendor, his athletic physique perfectly chiseled, the muscle worked hard and defined, with that beautifully hard, mouth-watering nine-plus inches rising ramrod-straight from his groin, being so sensually jacked by the jock hottie.  

Making the picture even that much hotter -- making it, for Lee, a classic -- was watching Nicky, a one-hundred-percent straight dream-stud, getting that luscious prick all stiff and honey-dripping from soaking up what Lee knew to be some of the hottest, most hard-core gay porn around. Lee couldn't remember if he'd ever been this aroused. It was like the lizard-brain in his dick was pinging off-the-charts with how hot it was to see a sexy jock stud jack to hot gay shit.

Early on in this second posing-session, after doing a couple quick practice-sketches of Nicky's cock, Lee had decided to try and capture the insanely sexy complexity of the scene in front of him -- "Straight Boy Gets His Gay On," he was going to call it. He thought it might be a break-through drawing for him -- work with a strong narrative meaning to it, a depth and significance beyond just another erotic study of the male nude. Lee could easily see Norman Rockwell doing such a scene -- a wholesome, All-American Boy, discovering a beautiful truth about himself -- if Rockwell had decided to explore gay themes.

He was about finished with the sketch -- it was just going to be a fairly detailed study, which he'd spend the next week or so reworking into a truly finished drawing. But before he quit for the night, and while he still had Nicky hard, he wanted to spend just a bit more time on Nicky's cock. He wanted to get this part of the draft sketch perfect -- because Nicky's cock deserved it. Lee was in love with Nicky's dick.

It was funny, Lee thought -- Nicky had gotten hard almost immediately from the comic. He could remember a couple times recently when he'd been with dudes who had really long thick dicks like Nicky's. In both cases, it had taken Lee a good long while to get those thick, meaty pricks hard. His jaw ached from all the sucking he had to do. But Nicky got hard insta-fast, and stayed hard for so damn long. Lee swooned at the sexy jock-boy's virility.

Nicky's fully hard cock was just too beautiful. 'Statuesque,' is a cliche, but it was indeed like a precious sculpture in its shape and finish -- smooth and thick, with a perfect frenum, foreskin stretched taut, around a perfectly curved, honey-glazed head.  Lee's mouth was on constant water, his muscles seemed to twitch and start every now and then -- instinctually, impatiently, straining to get his horned-up body over there to kneel down and orally worship that phallic vision.  But he kept sketching away, wanting his drawing to be perfect.

Finally, exhausted from the combined strain of lusting after Nicky's body and trying to represent it in all its homoerotic perfection, Lee set his pencil down. The drawing, he thought, was amazing -- easily the best thing he'd ever done, and the equal of the hottest page in any gay comic he's seen.

"OK, dawg, I'm done."

He grabbed the sketchbook he'd used for the first session and flipped the pages back to the earliest sketches. He held back the sketchbook with the last drawing, his favorite. 

"Dude, here -- you gotta tell me what you think.  Start with the earlier sketches I did of you, first session, then I'll show you the hard-on sketch."

Nicky leaped up and grabbed the sketchpad Lee held out for him, slyly noticing that beautifully hard cock of Lee's standing fierce and proud.  He was only able to tear his lustful gaze away from that achingly beautiful length of boy-meat because he was excited to see how Lee drew him.

Almost immediately, Nicky grew wide-eyed, dazzled by page after page of Lee's sketches of him.  Not only marveling at the hot boy's expert talent for rendering the human figure, but genuinely aroused at what were, face it, image after image of some very hot male porn.  Nicky's hard-on was still
stiff and twitching.  He couldn't believe it, but he totally had the body of a hot gay porn star. The thought got his erection pulsating.

At times Lee would grab the book, impatient to flip past lesser studies and ahead to a drawing of which he was especially proud. When he did this, given the intimacy of standing so close together, and the way he had to jostle his body to flip through pages on the huge pad, his hard cock would brush against Nicky's thigh or ass, sending a thrilling jolt through them both.

Nicky oohed and aahed as he flipped through page after page of beautifully drawn, highly erotic gay porn, starring him as the porn-star.  The entire time he'd absent-mindedly stroke his straining hardness, as he would with any choice porn.  It was head-spinningly hot, especially standing next to the drop-dead sexy artist-boy himself, naked and hard and horned-up as he was.

At one point, Lee drew in close behind Nicky, resting his hands on the young decathlete's smooth-sculpted delts, watching over Nicky's shoulder as he pored over nude sketches of himself.  His body pressed tight against Nicky's, his cock, pulsing with arousal, was wedged in tight against Nicky's hip. Lee looked down Nicky's front to see that cock he now had memorized rising majestically from
the boy's cut, muscular thighs. 

It took every ounce of Lee's restraint from reaching down to stroke that huge, inviting hardness.  Ramrod-straight, it stood up bold and tempting and dripping, just like a cock in the RAN-DAR comics.  Lee grew light-headed with the urge to slather his tongue all over every luscious inch, then work that outrageous length up his hungry ass.  Nicky's cock seemed like it would never go soft: ripe, jutting, fiercely hard; long, thick, and smooth, spronging up and ready, full of promise and pleasure.  Underneath hung a full, droopy ball-sac, swinging low and heavy.  Nicky's dick just throbbed with sex.

Lee grew worried, though, because Nicky, even though he seemed to like the drawings, hadn't really said anything.

"So? So? Yes? Awful?"

Nicky was shook out of his daze. He'd been lost in the rush of pure, thrilling gay lust that had seemed to take over every nerve in his body and brain as he'd looked at Lee's work, the homoerotic passion throbbing in each drawing that throbbed through Nicky's entire being now, a passion for the sexual possibilities of the male body that Nicky saw as a perfect mirror of his own.  The boy Lee drew was a boy who wanted to have sex with boys.

His words came out in a kind of expelled sigh.

"Un-fucking-real, man. Unreal talent, utterly beautiful. I can't believe how strong and sexy and -- just so fuckin' HOT you make me look, dude. Like I would fuck this guy you drew, definitely!"

"Dude, are you serious or just bull-shitting? I didn't MAKE you look strong and sexy and hot, dude. Come on, man, you know how fuckin hot you are. And the fact that you want to fuck this dude -- that you get that strong sexual force I tried to put into drawing you. Damn, man -- killer compliment to my work. But seriously, Nicky -- you're so damn sexy and beautiful, any dude would want to fuck you."

Lee's voice grew thick and heavy with desire.

"I mean, damn, son, you're so fuckin' gorgeous." 

Lee began to coo in soft worship as he stroked the boy's powerful, ripped biceps.  Nicky melted into the touch. This was a moment of casual bro-intimacy that felt charged and timeless to both boys.

"You're so fuckin' built, Nicky. You know how into muscle I am, dawg, how sexy I find it -- it's my whole freakin' life. Mostly I'm either workin' out -- I just about live at the gym, sculptin' myself, checkin out the other fit dudes there -- or I'm drawin' male nudes. Time left over I pore over fitness mags, read gay comics -- or any superhero comic that features major muscle -- or watch gay porn. I mean, that is when I ain't fuckin boys. So fuck, Nicky, I KNOW muscle.  And I didn't do a damn thing in these sketches ‘cept put down on paper what's here in real life, dawg."

The wonderfully hands-on muscle-worship. Lee was helpless now to do anything else.
He'd even started tweaking Nicky's nipples and pressing his dick tighter and more insistent.

Nicky never wanted Lee to stop. He loved Lee's muscle-worship, both on paper and in the flesh.
 
"Fuck, man, you make me feel so freakin' hot, dude."

He laughed sheepishly.  

"But damn, bro, my cock ain't THAT fuckin' big.  No way!  You be givin me RAN-DAR dick, dude!"

"No way, dude!  You are WAY hung, dawg." 

As much as he was dying to, Lee couldn't quite bring himself to let his hand leave working over Nicky's pecs to trail down and clasp that massive shaft. He'd never seen Tor and his jock-bros get into cock-play, so he assumed that was the bright red line.

Suddenly, though, Lee's own hard cock, pressed invitingly against Nicky's hip, felt what sure as hell seemed like Nicky rubbing ever-so-slightly but very agreeably against it.  Lee's heart began to race as his cock began to twitch: was he dreaming, or was Nicky giving some kind of shy confession of
his interest, his willingness to cross that line?  

No fucking way -- couldn't be -- and yet . . . ?  He had to find out.

On the pretense of wanting to show Nicky his last, best drawing of him, Lee tossed aside the first sketchbook and re-positioned himself, so he was now reaching around on either side of Nicky's naked bulk with his second sketchbook in front of him.  In doing so, he pressed himself directly in back of the jock-stud, his hard, dripping cock wedged firmly between the cheeks of Nicky's smooth, muscular ass.  

"Check it out, dude. I'm hella happy with the hard-on drawing."

As Nicky let out a "Damn!" and "Holy fuck, this is awesome!" Lee dropped all pretense and began to grind slowly, sensually, unmistakably, up and down, in the crack of Nicky's firm, solid muscle-ass.  No way even a jock-bro could misinterpret the message Lee was sending -- "I want to fuck you, Nicky.  I want to do all sorts of hot, nasty shit with you."

Because he was pretty sure he'd figured out how Nicky really felt, knew why Nicky was even here in the first place, with that bogus lie about Tor due back "any minute," Lee was delighted, but not at all surprised, to feel the jock adonis moan softly and, with a contented sigh, relax his strong body back against Lee's gently pistoning hips, wriggling his glutes sensuously back against Lee's thick stiffness.

Heart racing with a kind of sexual triumph, Lee set his sketchbook on the desk and reached down to fondle and stroke his prize. Nicky groaned -- a harsh, guttural cry, loud with years of unconsummated desire -- and his head fell back on Lee's chest.  He let his own hands tenderly clasp around Lee's, which were gripped close and firm around his shaft.

The desperate gay virgin panted his delight.  

"Aw fuck, dude! I am so fuckin' into this!  You have no fuckin' idea how long I been hopin' somethin' like this would happen with another dude.  ‘Specially you, Lee, you're so fuckin' hot.  I been wantin' to get with you for so damn long!"

"DAMN, Nicky!"

And so -- wonderfully -- it began.

Lee spun Nicky around to share a kiss, and there was the feel of each other's hard, smooth upper bodies and hard, honey-glazed cocks pressed tight. As they mashed lips delightedly, both boys' hands played sensuously, hungrily, over hard-packed muscle, feeling the erotic power coiled deep in each other's beautiful definition.  

Nicky's head began swimming in an ocean of first-time boy sex.  His mouth seemed to breath pure hot desire as he let his lips and tongue play all over Lee's gorgeous, stubbled face. His anxiously hard, wonderfully leaky cock felt insanely good pressed tight against Lee's. His hands tingled with electric delight as they ranged over Lee's lean, muscular back and down over the boy's smooth, firm ass.  For Nicky, the feel of another fit dude was a revelation -- the ripe firmness of Lee's biceps and delts and glutes was sexier by far than the soft, smooth blandness of a girl's arms, shoulders and butt.

After fevered stroking and smoldering, breathless kisses, the boys were ready for the main event.  Soon strong hands were stroking each other's hardness, twisting each other's nipples, while tongues lapped roughly at each other's faces.  Their breathing now was low, deep, raspy, and suffused with a furnace-like heat.

Lee was the first to break away.  Nicky whimpered like a child when the contact was broken, but then gasped in pleasure as he felt Lee's hot, famished mouth begin to swallow his lust-engorged cock.

He choked out a passion-cry, overcome with the thrilling sensation of a full-on, all-out oral pleasuring, the likes of which his dick had never felt, the kind of truly knowing, truly sensual cock-sucking only a dude can give.

"OH FUCK YES, DAWG!" 

Lee lapped and kissed and tongued and sucked Nicky's length with a desire that thrilled them both.  He'd lick and play and tease for a few minutes -- tonguing maddeningly around the head, under the foreskin, up and down the piss-slit, nibbling on that thick, sexy sheath of foreskin -- and then he'd take Nicky all the way down, letting the heretofore straight jock know the mind-bending pleasure of having his long cock buried in another dude's throat.  Then Lee would raise his mouth slurpily up, and the teasing and licking and sucking would begin again

That cock-worship went on and on, eliciting a continual stream of wordless sobs and pleasure-groans from Nicky, awash in the awesome force of truly satisfying sex.  

Once, as a kind of filigree to ornament his cock-gobbling, Lee sucked and laved Nicky's large, ripe balls, then snaked his tongue down to tease Nicky's smooth, sensitive taint.  Nicky clasped his hands hard on Lee's head when that happened, in a kind of fervent prayer, begging him never to stop.  In that moment, Nicky knew he would always have boys as lovers mostly, maybe even exclusively.  He would never, ever do without this sex again.

Lee wasn't at all surprised by the glorious rush of pleasure he got from feeling Nicky's hard, hefty, meaty girth, in his mouth: he'd been drawing that awesome jock-cock constantly for the past couple hours, studying every facet of its sensuousness, getting intimate with every luscious square inch, every sweet, sexy vein, every curve of glans and fold of skin. He was so familiar with Nicky's cock -- had it ingrained in every fiber of his nerves and memory -- it was like he'd been servicing that beauty all his life.

Then Lee got serious.  He was ravenously hungry for cum.  

He slipped a hand over Nicky's shaft as he sucked it, getting his fingers wet and slimy from the thick drenching of saliva and pre-cum coating Nicky's cock.  Then, with his lubed-up fingers, he began to explore Nicky's virgin pucker, immediately eliciting a thrilled, gasping squeal from the young jock, who'd been wondering if there was any end to the awesome, varied ecstasies of boy-sex.  

As he fingered Nicky's hole, Lee alternated serious sucking with furious fisting on the boy's huge hardness, letting those plum-sized nuts jostle through the fingers of his free hand.  

Nicky began to sound that familiar, strained pant-and-cry, the prelude to a young boy's cum song. Sure enough, one more grunt-cry, and Lee's hungry mouth was flooded with thick, hot, luscious cream.  Lee swallowed and snorted excitedly as Nicky cried out in pleasure.

When he'd finished shooting, and his heart-racing finally calmed down, Nicky knelt down, opposite Lee on the floor now, and hugged the handsome stud, kissing his face all over, an expression of sheer gratitude and bliss.

The no-longer-straight jock kept repeating his sweet, soft, stunned appreciation.

"Aw fuck, Lee.  Aw fuck.  Fucking fuck, man." 

Lee smiled.

"Good, huh?" 

Nicky beamed.  

"Shit, dawg, the fucking best!" 

Then he took Lee's head and kissed him, wet and sloppy, craving a taste of the cum that lingered on Lee's lips and tongue.

He stopped kissing, to muse out loud in wonderment.

"Dudes are so fuckin' sexy, it's unreal. Now you, bro!" 

Playing it by ear -- but going on a raging-strong instinct -- Nicky nudged Lee to lie down on the floor, then eagerly bent down to try his first blowjob. He took to it instantly, with a young jock's robust enthusiasm, lapping and licking and kissing all up and down Lee's delicious length, then sucking the head with an almost crazed fury. He tried going further and further down, getting as much of the shaft as he could, choking and gagging, but that only spurred Nicky on.  

Nicky had fantasized about sucking dick for so long, dreaming of the satisfaction he'd get from another dude's hard, luscious cock in his mouth, and damn was he ever right.  He hummed and moaned and exulted in the tasty length of boy-meat filling his excited mouth -- the first of an awesome many ahead of him, he thought happily.  

Lee just lay back, letting his fingers run through Nicky's spiky blonde hair, amazed at the wonder of this magical evening.  He smiled in a kind of knowing delight as Nicky began to suck his balls, then explore underneath, delicately teasing his taint.  It's basic sexual instinct, Lee knew, once a boy gets past any bullshit conditioning. Dudes are wired for this kind of oral pleasuring of another dude; our mouths start feeling empty without a regular supply of nice thick dick to suck.

After a while, the fever grew in Lee again -- not just in his mouth, but in his ass.  He wanted to get Nicky hard and slicked up so he could feel the pleasure of his new fuck-bro's awesome cock flooding his ass -- and let Nicky experience the joys of topping.  Gently, he raised Nicky up off his cock and flipped himself over. He slipped his dick back between Nicky's hungry lips, and took the jock-stud's raging boner into his mouth.

Nicky whooped, amped at the thought of his first time 69-ing with another hot boy. He cried out with a cock in his mouth.

"OH FUCK YEAH!!" 

They set to work on each other's dicks. Nicky savored his finally unleashed hunger for boy-meat.  As these cock-crazed horn-dogs sucked and licked with abandon, fingers began drifting into each other's holes, adding the frisson of ass-play to their cock-sucking.

Lee croaked, his mouth dripping saliva.  

"Fuck yeah, Nicky! Work that fuckin' hole so I can take this elephant dick o' yours!  Shit, do I wanna feel this fuck-stick plowing my tight little hole!"

Nicky gasped, wondering just how much more ecstasy he could take.  

"Aw fuck bro, do I ever want to fuck boy-pussy! Specially this tight fuckin' ass you got!"

They redoubled their boy-sex efforts, now with one specific goal in mind.

Nicky pulled his mouth off Lee's hard, twitching cock and dove tongue-first into the boy's crack.  He licked and kissed and sucked and tongued in fevered delight, using his hands to slap Lee's firm, smooth cheeks teasingly, spreading those cheeks wide so he could tongue deeper into Lee's tasty pucker.  He poked and pried and probed with his fingers and tongue, antsy to get Lee's impossibly clenched hole open enough for his achingly throbbing cock.

Lee was in heaven, feeling the ex-straight boy's hole-hunger.  He shifted his body, hoisting his leg up and over, to lay on top of the boy, legs straddling the jock's muscular body.  Then, still worshipping Nicky's hard, thick pole with his hot, hungry mouth, Lee rose up on his knees and rested back on his haunches, directly over Nicky's face. He lowered his smooth, saliva-slick ass down, so Nicky could give his boy-cunt a full-bore rimming, readying it for ravishing.

When Nicky felt Lee's ass settle over his face, he buried his mouth and tongue and nose in the boy's crack, snorting and licking in pleasure, using his fingers to pull and poke and tease.  It was a major head-rush, knowing this boy wanted to be fucked as badly as Nicky wanted to fuck him -- he'd never had such a pure economy of desire in a sexual coupling before.  It spurred him on to the most intense love-making he could muster.

After maybe five more minutes of delirious rimming, eliciting a steady cry of pleasure from Lee's cock-stuffed mouth, neither boy could hold back any longer.  Lee bent forward to rest on his strong, muscular arms and scooted his body up so his ass was directly over Nicky's slicked-up cock.  Then, flushed with lust, he worked first the head, then an inch or so of shaft past his ass-lips.  Nicky moaned deep and loud, from the center of his loins -- the warm, tight pressure of his first boy-hole was ball-churning bliss.

After some sensual wriggling and rocking, Lee bottomed his muscle-ass down on Nicky's pubes, letting the young jock savor the feel of a truly tight hole.

"AW SHIT, LEE!  UN-FUCKING-REAL!!  Tight as fucking fuck! Boy-fucking is fucking LIT!"

Lee purred deliciously, pleasuring himself with one of the longest, thickest cocks he'd ever had before, rocking and riding his ass hips over and over on it, fucking himself marvelously, as Nicky's hands sensuously played up and down his arms and chest, and the boy's strong hips fucked desperately.  Fuck, did Nicky ever feel huge and incredible all up in his guts.

The boys had reached the furthest-off realms of boy-sex, lost in a universe of pure physical bliss.  Nicky held firmly to Lee's hips, and pumped the boy's ass up and down to synch it to the rhythm of his pistoning. Lee took the hint and was soon riding Nicky's dick like choreographed ballet.  Nicky could only cry in childish wonderment at it all.

After a while, Lee rose up, then lay down on the floor, pulling Nicky up as he went down, then guided the boy's huge thick monster back into his hole. He wanted to fuck his dream-stud face-to-face.

Once they'd switched positions, Nicky used a move he had jerked to a hundred times while watching gay porn. He hoisted Lee's muscular legs up onto his strong shoulders, so he could really plow that sweet ass.  He gazed down at the gorgeous, lust-drenched smile on Lee's face. First he bent down to kiss that beautiful boy longingly, then his hard-muscled frame rose, and he began pounding the boy's hole with his huge joystick.  

Lee didn't want to miss a second of watching Nicky's chiseled beauty, but he couldn't help but close his eyes for a while, in a kind of silent prayer, letting his head sway back and forth dreamily, savoring a superb fuck, using his hips and ass to deftly ride Nicky's thick, rock-hard length.

Nicky kissed and stroked Lee's thighs sensuously as he fucked him, even pulling each big toe in for a sexy sucking, all the time savoring cock-throbbing nirvana.  He began some slow, rhythmic long-dicking, reaching down to grab Lee's bouncing cock so he could fist the boy in rhythm to his own thrusts.  He was doing the kind of dream-fucking he'd only fantasized and jacked to before. 

They settled in for an awesome fuck -- the sound in the bedroom was just two athletic boys, panting and gasping and moaning in the throes of the most elemental male pleasure.

Nicky plunged in to the hilt, then bent forward to worship his bro's upper body with tender, grateful fingers, kissing and licking Lee's bad-boy handsomeness.

He bent down further, to whisper hot and moist and heart-felt into Lee's ear.

"Aw fuck, dawg, un-fucking-believable. Lee, dude, I am SO fucking into you, bro -- like sexing-you-all-the-time-now into you." 

Nicky tongued all around the inside of Lee's ear, moaning low and hot and lust-drenched.  Another kiss, and Nicky rose up to commence some serious fucking.  He had what he could sense was an incredibly huge load building up in his roiling nuts.

Lee was enjoying the hands down best fuck of his life. He'd be a 100% bottom if he could get fucked this mind-blowingly all the time, by such a hot stud. Lee didn't see how there could be any more fantastic pleasure with a boy to be had than having this sweet, tender, gorgeous, big-dicked jock-boy making love to him. 'Sex all the time now,' Nicky? Uh, yeah, sure, why the fuck not?

Nicky fucked and fucked and fucked, pounding away, loving the feel of his huge sac slapping over and over, hard and rhythmic and arousing, against Lee's ass.  They were both gasping and crying in perfect lust-harmony again.  As he railed Lee's pussy, his lustful fingers reached for cock, and feverishly he began jacking the boy's cock.  

Lee's face tightened, and Nicky knew what was coming.  He pulled out and knelt over Lee, still jacking the boy with one hand and himself now with the other.  Lee yelled a loud "Fuck!" and Nicky watched in delight as the boy's dick spewed volley after volley of white cream ropes and globules all over his abs and Nicky's cock.  Nicky's cock throbbed, and he felt himself going over the edge. He brought his cock to Lee's face and let spurt after spurt paint the boy's lips and tongue and stubble and eyes.

Nicky collapsed next to his first lover. He wanted to take in the epicness of it. He pricked his ears -- all he could hear was his heart pounding, the sound of the two of them breathing, and Lee's lip-smacking as he slurped fingerfuls of cum off his fingers.  Nicky reached down and scooped a gob of Lee's cum off his cock, and fingered some off the boy's superb abs, and savored some boy-load himself. He scooped up some more and fed it to Lee. It felt to Nicky like sharing a sacrament, having a celebratory communion mass to welcome a new disciple to the church. Nicky fucking loved boy sex.

They smiled at each other, then kissed -- a heady, sensual kiss, their cum-frosted lips and tongues tainted deliciously now with the tang of jock-seed.

It had been magic sex, they both realized -- unreal, dick-throbbing, ass-pounding, never-fuckin'-want-it-to-end sex.  Nicky had never been as body-and-mind-rushed by sex in his life.  His brain was thrumming, like 'Whoa! Jesus Fuck! Holy fucking shit! Yassssss!'  His muscles felt wonderfully pumped and alive and exhausted, like he'd just done the most kick-ass, hard-core, extreme-aerobics routine ever.  He knew he could speak for Lee -- they had left fuckin' NOTHING on the field!

Nicky smiled, suddenly thinking of himself as Pinocchio -- becoming a real boy at last, one able to experience a boy's fullest, realest, truest pleasure. He hummed soft and low, in the awe and majesty and solemnity of the moment.

He turned and looked with such warmth and gratitude and affection, into Lee's eyes.

"My first dude, bro -- and such a hot fuckin dude. I'm so damn lucky. So damn over the moon, Lee.  Fuckin' awesome."

Lee cooed and stroked Nicky's smooth muscle, welcoming the boy who'd finally found his tribe.

"First of many, dawg. You can start getting with any boys you want now, Nicky. Ain't no one'd turn you down, bro." 

To Nicky, even though he'd desired it so fiercely and for so long, the force of his rapture still felt like a revelation.  What he and Lee had just had -- that was fucking sex, raw basic sex, but also sex heightened, fleshed-out, revealed as spectacular.  He was starting to really understand boys and their beautiful, basic needs, and his own overwhelmingly deep and strong gayness. 

The sex Nicky wanted from now own was this sex as pure, mutual, athletic need, deep-bodied lust and yearning, sex in which each boy had an equal, powerful stake in making it as physically satisfying as possible.  Like a balls-out sporting contest they waged with each other. He'd never dreamed sex could be so overwhelmingly satisfying, so intensely all-consuming, so deeply, immersively spiritual. He suddenly thought about trying to get a bunch of hot jocks together to live off-campus with him, renting a house and turning it into a full-tilt, gay fucking commune. 

The sex Lee and he had was elemental. There was none of the game-playing as there had always been before with girls, none of the stratagems planned to get her to pleasure him in the way he wanted pleasuring, and none of the counter-stratagems the girl would deploy in response, to avoid having to satisfy those desires.  Here in this room, both lovers had been on the same page -- the exact same line of the exact same paragraph even. 

Nicky thought giddily how freakin' awesome it was how Lee knew EXACTLY what got him off the most.  No prickly heterosexual politics, just pure homosexual pleasure. Boy sex turned out to be all about one reality, one truth -- the truth of cock and muscle, of big dicks that liked to get hard and pump loads of delicious cream; and tight, moist holes that craved to be filled; and beautifully carved muscle that thrilled to sensual stroking; and hot, hungry mouths with a thirst for meat. That was a truth Nicky had only lived in his head before -- lived constantly, along with his heartbeat, Nicky saw now. Now he could live it in his life.

As he lay back, loving the soft, sensual touch of Lee's fingers playing over his pecs, his nips, his abs and cock, Nicky thought about all the boys he's had (and has) secret crushes on, all the boy's he's wanted -- and wants -- to fuck.  

Lee sure as fuck has been a recent one.  And now that's happened, and will happen again and again, Nicky knew.  Damn, Nicky laughed to himself as he mused on his life ahead, Tor's gonna shit when it turns out Nicky's gonna be stoppin' by mostly to see Lee from now on!  Actually, Lee should just start comin' up to Nicky's single room when they want to hook up. They can mess around together all they want up there. Nicky pictured it -- Lee droppin' by, both boys strippin' and suckin' and fuckin' and shit. Then Nicky'd pose for Lee.  Shit, it's gonna be so damn hot! 

A jock-bro and a hip, sexy, bad-boy artist -- what a hot fucking couple they'd make! He could be Lee's muse! They could have other boys over with them, too. All the time. Nicky immediately wanted a bunch more fuck-bros. 

What about this Donny dude, for instance, this friend of Lee's who's due over in forty minutes or so? Which, Nicky realized, gave him a chance to take Lee's cock again.  Hopefully, this Donny's a hottie, but knowing Lee he will be.  Nicky thought maybe he'd suggest to Lee that they get into jockstraps -- that could be hot, if Lee's friend came over and saw Lee and a hot jock stud with him, both dudes lookin sexy in jocks, hot-to-trot for a threesome.  Nicky could just see it -- Lee and him spit-roastin' this dude.  Fuck! 

There were some really hot-looking student-athletes, on various teams, that Nicky knew, and lusted after, from the gym and banquet dinners and the athletic complex.  He was immediately going to start flirting with boys, putting it out there. He'd talk to Lee, get some tips.  

He grinned, thinking how hot it would be, inviting some hot dude on one of the teams over to his dorm, on the wild-ass pretext of having them both pose nude for Lee, so that his boy could sketch some hot, naked jock muscle.  He and Lee could kiss and shit, to let the dude know what was up, then he'd pose and flirt with the dude, both of them naked, and Lee naked sketching them and then starting to call out for sexier poses! He bet that would lead to all kinds of hot nasty shit! 

He could just hear Lee, all mock-sad, after sketching them nude for an hour or so, both jocks hard and horny as fuck, and Lee sayin' "Damn, dudes, these are some really fine sketches, but -- damn, I hate to ask -- don't know if you dudes'd be into this or not -- but I'd really like to have some sketches of guys suckin' each other in my portfolio.  I mean, I'm hella gonna need shit like to show publishers if I expect to get a job drawing gay comics." 

Fuck, Nicky thought, that's like the perfect scenario to turn a bi-curious straight jock! Then he grinned sheepishly when he realized Lee had worked it on him!

Yep, he thought -- all those fine-ass dudes on campus, all of them in play now.  And what about the hot dudes back home, from his high school, the ones he was always stroking off to alone at night, fantasizing all the hot boy sex shit he wanted to do with them?  Sure as fuck will be interestin' lookin' those dudes up when he got back home for break!  

Nicky's mind stirred with more fantasies -- none of them out of reach any more -- while Lee stroked and purred, their arousal simmering before the next round. He made a vow he'd never go a day without boy sex all the rest of his time at college. It's important for athletes to set goals, coaches always say.