What was it about that time, the summer of 2001?  It felt like everything was ahead of us, like nothing could go wrong.

This is Chris Klein, by the way.  Remember me?  American Pie?  Election?  I know I’ve been off the radar recently, but there was a time where it seemed like everybody knew who I was, where I looked forward to a whole career of playing the naïve, hunky jock with a heart of gold.

But it didn’t work out that way.  Somehow, in the years between in the early aughts and now, it all turned to crap.

But back then, that summer, it was golden.  And for some reason, one experience stands out.  I’d never done anything like it before and I’ve never done anything like it since, but it happened, and I’m not ashamed to say that it was beautiful.

We’d wrapped up principle photography on American Pie 2 a few months earlier.  I was preparing for a role on We Were Soldiers, my first period movie and my first “adult” part.  On top of that, I’d gotten paid more from American Pie 2 than I’d ever been paid before.

I was meeting with my agent in New York City, going over a few of the hundreds of scripts that I was being asked to consider every month.  My cell phone rang and it was Seann – Seann William Scott, that is, though you might know him as Stifler.

Funny enough, back then a lot of us called him Stifler, too.  He was so much like his on-screen persona that it was nearly impossible to tell where he ended and the character began.  Seann didn’t mind it either.  I think he was proud.

“Hey, fuckface, how’s it going?” he asked me.

“Hey, Seann.  Not too bad,” I said.

“Well dude, I’m about to make your day a whole lot better.  Heard you were in town so I set up a little date for us.  You ready for this?”  I sighed.  I really wasn’t in the mood for Stifler antics.

“What is it…”

“Twins, dude.  Sheila and Tonia.  Can you fucking believe it?”  He guffawed – I had to hold the phone away from my ear.  My agent gave me a sideways look.

“Seann, I…man, I don’t think I’m up for a date tonight…”

“I’m gonna pretend that I didn’t just hear that.”

“Man, I got this thing going on with Katie right now…”  Katie Holmes and I had been dating for a few months at that point, and it was starting to feel serious.

“Katie?  Really?  Twins, dude.  I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation.  Fine, be a disgrace to men everywhere.”

“Aw, c’mon Seann, I mean, I don’t know…”

“Just do me a favor:  pull your panties out of your crack and get the fuck over here.”

***

I figured I’d just hang out with Seann long enough to get him off my back.  He opened the door to his apartment wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.  Seann and I worked out together whenever we could and we were both in the best shape of our lives.  He was thicker than me, but it worked on him.  Me, I was lean and tight – all American.

“What up, fucker!” he said as we slapped palms.  “For the love of god tell me you came to your senses on the way over here.”

“Seann, I appreciate that you set it up but Katie…”

“Did you suddenly sprout a vagina where your dick used to be?  These twins are fucking hot, man, and they want to fuck our brains out.”  I followed him into the kitchen where he pulled out a bottle of whiskey.  “Here, do a shot.”

“No thanks, it’s kind of early in the day.”  Seann stopped.  He sniffed at the air.

“What is that smell?  Oh I know – it’s pussy.  And it’s coming from your pants.  Now shut the fuck up and do a shot with me.”  He handed one to me and I downed it.  I felt it warming my stomach, then my whole body, making everything feel better.  I set down my glass and held it toward him for another.  Seann gave me a wink and started pouring.

“One of the main tenets of dudehood is that twins trump everything.  It’s like, sacred.”

I took a deep breath.  Seann handed me the shot, and I downed it.  “When are we meeting them?”

“That’s my man,” Seann said, clapping me on the shoulder, fixing me with his jack-ass grin.  “In two hours.  Just enough time to grab a shower and a few more drinks.”

Seann rarely talked about anything other than sex.  He stripped off his shorts in preparation for his shower and was standing there, naked, when he got on the subject of the twins.  He was talking about how the one had tits so firm they were like rocket ships, and he started chubbing up.

I’d seen Seann naked in the gym before, so I wasn’t weirded out about that.  But watching his thick dick get bigger – well, it was kinda strange.  I wasn’t embarrassed exactly, but I guess I couldn’t hide my weirdness cause Seann looked down and acknowledged it.

“Gonna pop one off in the shower, may as well get started now,” he said.

“Are you?”

“Damn right, bro – can’t go out with a loaded gun.”  He put his hand on his hip.  His cock was nice, I guess – he had a nice set of smooth nuts – and for some reason I started getting horny.  I think it was the proximity effect – like how when somebody yawns, you yawn too.  I started to get hard.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll do the same when I take a shower,” I said.

“Why wait, bro?  I got some fucking awesome porn the other day – c’mere.”  He motioned for me to follow him down the hall.  Seann had a real bubble butt.  It was firm from working out, like mine, and it even sort of bounced as he walked, like his half-hard cock was bouncing on the other side of him.  We went into his bedroom and he pulled a bag out from under his bed.  He handed me a DVD:  Shaved Asians 3.

“Those Asian chicks are fucking nasty, dude.”  He pointed out the DVD player.  “Enjoy,” he said with a wink.  I heard the shower start as I popped in the DVD and sat back on his bed to watch.  I remember feeling so horny, hornier than I’d felt in a while, but for some reason I didn’t want to cum right away.  I kept holding it off, knowing that Seann was going to be done soon but not really caring.

I heard the shower turn off and then Seann walked into the room.  He was toweling off his hair and his cock still looked chubbed.  My cock was fully hard but I hadn’t taken it out of my pants, and I had the feeling he hadn’t blown, either.  “Still enjoying our friends from the Orient?” he said, plopping next to me on the bed.  “Dude, look at your cock,” he said, unabashedly staring at the rod in my jeans.

“What?” I said.

“Fuck, I knew it was big but I had no idea.  That’s a deadly fucking weapon.”

“It’s not that big,” I said.

“The fuck it isn’t.  Take it out.”  I took it out.  Seann’s eyes were popping out of his head.  “That’s the fucking Empire State Building of cocks.”  He turned his attention to the porn.  Soon we were both stroking.  “Dude,” he said, like he’d just remembered something.  “Did I show what I picked up a few months ago?”  He reached under his bed and, to my amazement, pulled out a translucent green dildo.  “For Road Trip.  I had to do that seen where my character gets fingered till he cums.”

“Yeah, that was funny,” I said, lamely.

“Well, I wanted to get the facial expression right.  So I picked up this little beauty from the porno store.”

“You…used it?”

“Came like a motherfucker, dude.”  He held it in one hand and stroked himself with the other.  My cock was so hard.  “Come to think of it, it’s not much bigger than yours,” he said, holding it next to my cock.  I told my hand away and Seann grabbed it, holding my cock and his dildo next to one another in his hand.  “Check it out, same size exactly.”

“Wow,” I said.

“Dude, you could just pump yourself off in my ass if you wanted.”

“What?”

“Why not, right?”  Seann had this eager look I was familiar with, the look he got when he had a really great idea.  “You need to cum, so do I.  You can just fuck me till we both cum.”

“Really?  I mean, that’s kind of…serious.”

“Serious?  Dude, where is your sense of adventure?  I’m offering up a prime piece of ass here – virgin ass, if you want to get technical.  Talk about a sacred guy rule – nobody passes up fucking a virgin.”

“You really want me to…fuck you in the ass?”

“Geez, man, how else can I say it?” he said.  “Yeah, I want you to fuck me in the ass.”  He hopped up on all fours on the bed, spreading his ass out before me.  “Just start with your fingers, it kinda hurts at first.  There’s some lube in the bag under the bed.”

I couldn’t believe it was happening, but at the same time I was unsurprised.  Seann was really the type of guy who is up for anything.  I figured I could at least slide a finger into him and see where it went.  So I lubed one up and went for it.  His hole was pink and clean and super tight.  It went in really easy, and Seann was groaning, his cock still hard.  He asked me to put a second finger in him, then a third, and his moans only got louder with each one.

“Alright bro, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure.  Just make sure your cock is really lubed up and slide it in slow.  It’s gonna be fucking sweet.”  I got behind him, lubed up my cock, and pointed it at his opened hole.  I held on to his hips and watched as my fat cock head flattened against his anus, then popped inside.  Seann whimpered a little “Oh, yeah.”  I slowly slid more of myself in him and he seemed fine, so I kept doing it.

“Okay, I’m all the way inside you,” I said.

“So fuck.  Go for it, bro.”  As weird as it was for me, once I got going it felt completely right.  I backed out, watching my cock appear from his depths.  Then I slid it back in, Seann grunting with pleasure as I was enveloped by his clean, smooth ass.  It felt just about as good as anything I’d ever fucked.

“Jesus, Chris, you fuck like my grandma.  Go to town on me, dude, what are you waiting for?”  I did my best.  I held him steady and rocked my hips, flexing my abs as I pumped his ass.  I took a chance and slammed into him really hard and fast, and Seann moaned like a girl.  So I kept doing that, harder and harder.  I could hear his cock slapping against his stomach, I think he was just as hard as I was.

“That’s it man, fuck my ass,” Seann said, keeping up a constant stream of encouragement and demands.  “Harder, make me feel it.”  I fucked him harder, harder than I’d ever fucked anyone, and Seann gave it right back to me.  It felt like I could never fuck him hard or deep enough.  I liked that.  I liked it so much that I felt like I was going to cum, and I told him.

“Jesus, dude, it’s only been a few minutes.  Can’t you make it last?”  I tried slowing down.  I fucked him real sweet, holding on to his body, sliding out of him slowly and shoving it back in.  But it was no use.  Within a few minutes I could feel myself losing it.

“I gotta cum, Seann.  I’m cumming.”

“Alright, bro, cum for me.  Cum in my tight little ass.”  That’s what I did.  I rammed it into him deep and held on to him for dear life as I lost my load.  Seann’s hole tightened around my cock and I figured he was cumming, too.  My mind entered some distant place or state, something like nirvana.  I felt so connected to him at that moment, maybe closer than I’d ever felt to anybody.

When we were done I slid down on my side.  I wanted to lie there like that, holding him, but Seann hopped up.

“Dude, we gotta meet those twins in less than an hour,” he said, picking up his towel and using it to wipe the cum and lube from his ass.  I watched him spray cologne on himself.  I stared at the ceiling.

“That was amazing,” I said.  Seann raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t go fagging out on me, Chris,” he said.

“You didn’t like it?” I said, sitting up.

“It was good enough, man, but you gotta keep your eyes on the prize.  Twins, bro.  Twins.”

He was so blasé, while I felt completely changed.  And in a way, nothing was ever the same.  I had a hard time being normal around Seann.  When I’d try to talk about what happened he’d get uncomfortable and change the subject.  He’d say I was acting like a chick, but I couldn’t help it.  What we’d shared had felt so real.  I couldn’t go back.

Somehow the image of those Towers falling a few months later clinched it in my mind.  Everything had peaked, the golden age had passed by without us even realizing it.

I started drinking more, for a while with Natasha Lyonne, who’d been in the American Pie movies too.  But she started going off the rails and before I knew it I was, too.  I got some DUI’s, did a couple stints in rehab.  I still get film roles but they’re nothing like what I used to get offered.

I try to live in the present but sometimes I can’t shake it, the memory of what it was like.  I think about that summer, that afternoon with Seann, where everything seemed possible but nothing was what it seemed.

It started out with me telling Seth how much I hated lube.  I do hate lube – the smell, the feel, all tacky like half-dried glue.

“But I guess it’s a necessary evil,” I concluded.  “For butt sex anyway.”

“I don’t know,” Seth said.  “I’ve gone without it.”

“With who?”

“With McConnell.”  That was the first shock of the night, because McConnell – at least as far as I’d known – was straight.

“Wait – who got fucked?” I asked.

“I did,” Seth said, and that was the second shock.  Now I’d known that Seth was bi like me.  I knew he liked to fuck ass, too (hell, we’d fucked some of our gay friends’ asses as a team).  But I had no idea that Seth had let anyone – let alone our strapping straight friend McConnell – slide a cock up his tight frat boy butt.

It was a bit much to process at the club on a Saturday night, our girlfriends dancing twenty feet away.

“So wait – okay…and you and McConnell didn’t use any lube?”

“Nope.  Well, not the stuff that comes out of a bottle anyway.  He ate out my ass for over an hour.”  The bartender overheard that and gave me a confused look.

“So you just used spit?  I don’t believe you.”

“Where there’s a will…,” Seth said.

“I had no idea you took it up the butt,” I said.

“Oh, c’mon.  It’s not like I’ve done it all that much.”

“So you’ve taken it more than once?”

“Yeah…”

“From who else?” I asked.  Seth clenched his teeth.

“Dougey,” he said.

“My brother?” I said, just before I toppled my beer and our girlfriends returned and the night blurred away.

***

The next thing I knew I was waking up in my apartment.  My girl had already left for work.  I stumbled into the living room and found Seth crashed on the couch in his Calvins.  When he woke up I tossed him a beer.

“So McConnell’s fucked you, my goddamn brother’s fucked you…”

“What’s your point?” he said.

“Why haven’t I ever fucked you?”

“Why haven’t I ever fucked you?” Seth countered.  We gulped our beers in silence.

“Remember Marcus?” I said.  “He used to take it from both of us, all night long.”

“Mmm hmm,” Seth said.

“He kept his ass shaved; totally smooth – said it felt better that way.”

“I have to agree,” Seth said.  “I shave mine.”  He set down his beer, and as I watched he lifted his legs and slid off his briefs.  I caught a glimpse of his half-hard dick,then he hooked his knees in his elbows and spread his ass.  “I haven’t shaved in over a week, though.  See?  It’s growing back in.”  He rubbed the bristle around his little pink hole.

My dick was completely hard by the time he lowered his legs and pulled up his undies.  “Your ass isn’t real hairy from what I remember…” he said.

“No,” I said, tweaking my boner through my pajama pants.

“Lemme see,” Seth said.  I grabbed the waistband of my pants and stripped them off, bringing my knees to my chest.  I spread my ass so he could see.  I always thought I had a pretty sweet ass – dudes love to eat it out – so I wasn’t shy about showing it off.

Seth came over to me.  “It’s a little hairier than I remember,” he said, and ran his fingers along my crack and around the rim of my hole.  “You’ve never, ever shaved?”

“No,” I said, out of breath because the feeling of Seth fiddling with my butt was kind of driving me nuts.  My cock started leaking juice against my abs.

Seth tapped his finger against my asshole.  I involuntarily clenched down but Seth kept his finger there, massaging until I relaxed.  “Careful, that’s a tight, virgin ass,” I said, which was actually a lie, but that’s a story for another time.

Still keeping his fingertip against my hole, Seth got down on his knees in front of me.

“Let’s see how tight you are,” he said, and wet his finger in his mouth.  He brought it to my butthole again, and this time pressed it in.  As soon as the tip sunk inside I clenched up tight.

Seth seemed impressed.  He sunk a little more inside, and I whimpered a little.  Having a finger up my butt was a pleasure I’d denied myself for too long. “That’s pretty fucking tight,” he said.

“Tighter than you,” I said.  Seth gave me a look.

“Is that right?” he said, and aggressively shoved it in up to the second knuckle.  I groaned.  Seth massaged that insanely horny spot deep inside of me, and I felt like I was going to cum spontaneously.  He pumped his finger deep a couple more times before unceremoniously yanking it out.

“So you think just cause I got fucked a few times I’m loose as a goose, is that it?” he said, slipping off his briefs.  His dick was just as leaky as mine.  He sat back on the couch.  “C’mere and test me out,” he said, lifting his legs to expose his ass again.  “Do it.”

I kicked my pajama pants off of my feet and went over to him.  His ass was spread wide, pale pink and unblemished.  I could see why McConnell would have wanted to tongue his butt for an hour.

“Did my brother eat you out too?” I asked as I knelt in front of him.

“Yeah.”  I put my hands on Seth’s round, smooth cheeks, letting the tips of my fingers graze his crack.

“When did you guys hook up?  When we went camping?”

“Yeah,” Seth said.  “That day we went on a hike and you guys stayed at the cabin.  We went skinny-dipping in the lake and Dougey was complaining that he hadn’t had his nuts milked in a month.”

“So you offered to bend over and help him out,” I said, touching a finger to his hot hole.

“I told him he could pump it into me if he lubed me up first with his tongue.  Guess he was horny enough to give it a try.”

“So you’re gonna tell me you didn’t use lube that time, either?”

“Nope.  We didn’t have any.”

“I always knew my brother was a freak.”

“Not much less freaky than you.  Anyway, quit changing the subject and test me out.”

“Hold on,” I said, getting my face close up to his butt.  He smelled clean and musky.  Seth laughed.

“Oh I know what you wanna do.  Go ahead, man.  No one’s gonna know but us.”

I reached out my tongue to get a taste.  One was all it took.  Pretty soon I had my tongue buried in Seth’s butt as far as it would go.  I’d never put a tongue in any of my girlfriend’s asses, but I liked this.  It was sort of like eating pussy except more illicit and low-down.  Seth was loving it too, putting his hand on the back of my head and wriggling around, moaning.

I backed off and pushed my finger into his now well-lubed hole.  Seth grunted and clenched down.  It felt tight enough to me.

“Told you,” Seth said.  I worked in my finger to the next knuckle.  “Oh fuck that feels good,” he said, and I shoved it in the whole way.  I pumped in and out, watching his asshole stretch around my finger.  Then I slid it out.

“Yeah, you’re still tight but that doesn’t prove anything,” I said and stood up.  Seth lowered his legs.

“Well, how about this:  My cock is bigger than yours, right?” he said, nodding his head at my bobbing boner.

“Yeah,” I said.  I don’t hold any illusions – Seth’s cock hangs past his balls and is thick as a beer can.

“So if my ass is as tight as yours, which it is, it should hurt just as much to take your smaller cock in my ass as it would for you to take my bigger cock in your ass.”

“Huh?” I said.

“I’ll go first – I’ll slide my dick into you, then you slide your dick into me, and we’ll compare the pain.”

“How?”

“Facial expressions or whatever.  C’mon – it’s obvious when somebody is in pain.”

“I guess…” I said, totally confused, but willing to play along because I was so damn horny.

“You first then,” Seth said.  He had me get up on the couch and spread my ass like before.  He knelt down in front of me and started eating me out.  It felt so good I couldn’t stand it.  Seth ground his tongue into my hole like he was working out a knot.  Then he stood up and waved his dick toward my face.  “Get me good and wet,” he said.

The only time I’d ever sucked Seth off before this was when I’d lost a poker game sophomore year.  I found I kinda liked working his big dick.  I relaxed my throat and let him shove it deep, his balls slapping my chin.  When it was good and sloppy he took it out.

He grabbed hold of my ankles and propped my feet on his shoulders.  “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” I said.  Seth pressed his cock to my hole.  At first it felt like there was no way it would get in there, but I managed to relax and Seth popped the head inside.  I gasped from the sharp, burning pain.

“You alright?” Seth said.  I nodded and tried to breath.  When I’d relaxed a bit Seth pushed in some more.  After a certain point the pain faded.  In fact it began to feel really fucking good.  He shoved it deep and my cock juiced again.  “Oh man, you’re leaking precum like crazy,” Seth said.  He swabbed some off my abs and tasted it.

I clenched my ass down around Seth’s hog just to show him what I was capable of.  Seth didn’t miss a beat.

“I’m not saying this isn’t a tight piece,” he said, slowly pumping his cock in and out.  “But just because you haven’t been fucked as much as me doesn’t mean my ass is played out.”  Seth ran his hands all over my body as he worked his fat cock inside me.  I leaned forward to watch his thick meat slicing into my stretched hole – it almost didn’t seem possible. Seth ran his hands up his own smooth chest, pinching his nips and looking blissful. He was getting pretty worked up when he abruptly stopped and slid out.

“Your turn,” he said.  I was a little disappointed, actually, cause I’d been enjoying it.  But then Seth flopped onto the couch on his stomach and raised his ass in the air, and the notion that I was going to get to fuck that sweet butt got me going all over again.

I ate him out some more then Seth spun around to get my cock nice and wet.  I couldn’t resist reaching over his back to finger his hole a little.  Seth moaned around my cock.  I got behind him again, and holding tight to his bum, I slowly pushed my cock against his hole.

Seth moaned when the head went inside.

“That didn’t sound painful,” I said.

“It does hurt, believe me.  But it’s a good hurt.  Just give me a sec.”  I couldn’t see Seth’s face so he could’ve been bluffing, but the fact that Seth’s asshole felt snug around my cockhead could not be denied.  I got more of my cock inside, then he was taking the whole thing like a champ.  Broken in by my big-dicked brother or not, Seth’s hole gripped my cock like a vice.  But I wasn’t quite ready to concede.

I gave his ass a nice slap.  I watched the way Seth’s sweet cheeks hugged the sides of my hog.  The small of his back was arched upward; his butt cheeks bounced in waves with each thrust.  I tried to slow down but I just couldn’t get enough.

“I’m gonna cum in you, dude,” I said.

“Hey, no fair,” Seth said breathlessly.  “I didn’t get to cum in you.”

“I’m sorry man, I gotta cream in you.  It’s too late…”

“You fucker…just do it.  Fuck my ass.  Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too.”

“Fuck yeah, man.  Shoot that load.  Gonna cream you…Ah!  Fuck!”  I held on tight to his hips and slammed my cock inside of him.  I dug it in deep, holding still while the first shot of load spilt out of my balls.  It felt like a gallon of cum was being released, shooting deep into my best buddy’s ass.  Seth was jacking himself off and from the way his asshole was clenching around my cock I could tell he was cumming too.

“Holy shit,” he kept saying as we lost it together.  I collapsed on top of him.

“Well, I guess that settles it,” Seth said between breaths.

“Settles what?”

“My ass is so tight you could barely hold your load back, for one thing.  And we didn’t use any lube.  So I win.  Twice.”

“Whatever, dude,” I said, rolling off of him.  “That test couldn’t have been more unscientific.”

“We could bring in someone else for an unbiased opinion,” Seth suggested.

“Like McConnell?” I said.

“Or your brother,” Seth said, just before I clobbered him with a sofa cushion.

The body hair problem.  Almost every guy has it.  You spend hours grooming the hair on your chest, back, and intimate areas; and a few days later you do it all over again. Your skin suffers from using uncomfortable and difficult-to-maneuver shavers, implements that may as well date back to the Stone Age.

What does a guy have to do to get that sexy, streamlined look that will make him an object of desire for the ladies and the envy of his frat brothers?  Read on to find out…

***

Kevin and Dino had spent years dealing with unsightly body hair.  So when Kevin said he’d found a new way to shave, Dino was understandably intrigued.

“It’s a Norancorp® Bodyperfect Groomer,” Kevin explained, holding the box out for Dino to see.  “It’s not like an ordinary electric razor.  It’s designed to shave all of those hard-to-reach places on a guy’s body, the ones that demand grooming the most.”

“You mean no more messy shaving cream, no more rashes or bleeding from nicks and cuts?”

“Yep.  And no more twisting yourself into a pretzel to reach those parts where ordinary shavers aren’t meant to go.”

“Hmmm…,” Dino said skeptically.  “I’ll believe it when I try it.”

“How about now?” Kevin suggested.  “Feel like taking it for a test drive?”

“Sure, why not?”

Wanting to give their full attention to this exciting new product, Kevin and Dino headed to the third-floor bathroom of their frat house, knowing that was where they were least likely to be disturbed.  They locked the door behind them.

“It says here that the Bodyperfect uses a brand-new ‘SafeComfort’ technology that lets the razor head pivot and curve, making it easy to shave just about anywhere,” Kevin said.

Dino admitted that he was most interested in removing the hair that grew on his muscular, linebacker’s shoulders.

Kevin’s lithe swimmer’s body wasn’t as afflicted by hair as Dino’s, but he still required weekly grooming, especially on Saturday nights when he expected to get some “play.”  He told Dino that he was intrigued by the Bodyperfect’s ability to tackle the intimate portions of his anatomy, in particular maintaining the extra optical inch on his cock that weekly grooming provided.

The talk of grooming hair “down there” made them slightly uncomfortable.  They laughed nervously and punched each other’s shoulders.

“To tell you the truth,” Dino confided, “I was also kinda hoping the Bodyperfect could shave my balls.  I always have a hard time with that.”

“It’s designed for that,” Kevin assured him.  “It says here that the Bodyperfect shaves even closer than a razor, while still protecting sensitive skin.”

“Wow!  Let’s give it a try!”

The guys stripped nude in the close quarters of the bathroom.  Dino glanced at the smattering of blond hair on Kevin’s muscular legs and the thatch of pubes around his jumbo-sized dick.  Kevin’s cock was so big, Dino thought, that he probably didn’t need grooming at all.

But Kevin knew that the secret to his sex appeal was a closely shorn and impeccably groomed body.

And though Dino’s beefy body was undeniably sexy, Kevin could see that he was going to need some work.  His meaty pecs, fat nipples, and tight-as-a-drum stomach were covered in a forest of unsightly body hair.

“Shave my chest?!” Dino exclaimed, balking at Kevin’s suggestion.

“C’mon, dude, you can’t expect to have all that hair and still get the chicks.  It’s like, unnatural.”  Dino had to concur.

Clutching the Bodyperfect, Kevin began shaving Dino’s chest.  The hair fell away like magic.  The shaver glided over his slab-like muscles, easily shearing his nubby nipples, making the hair on his stomach disappear.

Kevin did a pass over Dino’s back and they stepped in front of the mirror to admire the Bodyperfect’s work.

“I look like a new man!” Dino said, feeling his hot body.

“Dude, the chicks won’t be able to keep their hands off of you,” Kevin said, running his palms over Dino’s chest and stomach.

Kevin looked down at the Dino’s stout hose, thick like a travel tube of toothpaste, which sat on top of his beefy balls.  All of his junk was nestled in a thicket of thick black hair.

“Think the Bodyperfect can handle it?” Dino asked.

“I’m sure it can!”  Kevin replied.

Kevin got down on his knees in front of Dino’s crotch.  Taking a deep breath, he set the Bodyperfect to work on Dino’s pubic thatch.  The hair fell away in great patches, leaving only natural, milky-white skin behind.  Kevin held Dino’s cock in his hand and lifted the heavy, slightly engorged organ to groom the underside.  Soon, Dino’s cock was looking larger and more glorious than it ever had.  It stood out more from his body, and seemed to gain in girth and mass.

It would certainly make a nice bulge in his Abercrombie cargos, thought Kevin.

“Ready to do my balls?” Dino asked.  Kevin nodded, and began shaving Dino’s swollen, meaty nuts.  The blade contoured perfectly around each egg-shaped orb, making them as smooth and polished as a stone.  Kevin even lifted his friend’s nuts to get at the trouble spot underneath.  In a matter of seconds, Dino had a smooth, supple taint.

Dino was clearly turned on by the sight of himself, as his newly shorn pole rose proudly from his hairless crotch.

“Awesome!” Kevin said, looking at his friend’s boner.  “You gotta do me now, dude!”  Kevin was so excited, he practically forced Dino to his knees, placing his hands on Dino’s shoulders and shoving his crotch in his face.

Kevin’s cock had also become engorged, and Dino took care to let the Bodyperfect glide along the swollen shaft of his friend’s pole, removing those tickly little hairs that ran along the base of his cock.  He did Kevin’s balls and taint, too, and by the time he was done, Kevin was just as smooth and hard as Dino.

They stood side by side in front of the mirror, admiring their newly-beautiful bodies.

“There’s only one more thing that we need,” Kevin said, and he reached back into the Bodyperfect’s box.  He pulled out the bottle of patented SoftOil that comes free with each Norancorp® Bodyperfect starter kit.

“It says it’s specially formulated to work with the Bodyperfect, soothing and moisturizing your skin, turning your body into a ‘work of art,’” Kevin said.

“Sounds good,” Dino said, taking the bottle from Kevin.  He squirted some in his hand and started oiling his friend’s smooth frame.  Dino’s hands glided over Kevin’s hairless body, eventually traveling to his domed pubic mound and along Kevin’s rock-hard shaft.

“It’s so smooth, man,” Dino said, stroking Kevin’s dick.  “Do me.”

Kevin’s fingers slid slickly over Dino’s huge beefy chest, catching on his fat nipples, which puckered and hardened at the touch.  He took Dino’s thick cock in one hand and his hairless balls in the other, marveling at their smooth and sexy feel.

“It just feels too amazing,” Kevin rationalized, working Dino’s meat in his fist.  “Your cock feels incredible – like a polished wooden banister.”

“I know dude, I’m feeling the same thing,” Dino said.

The two buddies shuffled closer together as they jacked each other off, occasionally running their hands along each other’s chest and stomach.  They were so involved in the new sensations they were getting from their closely-shorn flesh that they hardly realized they were approaching orgasm.  As their bodies got closer and their strokes got more insistent, Dino looked up at Kevin.  The feeling was just too intense.  Their faces met, their lips collided, and soon they were making out like a couple of drunken sorority sisters. Within seconds they were losing control.

Kevin erupted first, sending slashing jets of hot white cum across Dino’s belly, the white syrup dripping down off of his nut sack.  Kevin shoved his tongue between Dino’s lips, scooping up his load and using it to lubricate Dino’s cock.  He stroked steadily until Dino exploded, blowing ropes of soupy semen all over Kevin’s tight and tanned stomach.

Dino and Kevin rubbed the sweet nectar into each other’s supple skin, giving their bodies that extra, sexy sheen that just can’t be sold in stores – it has to be experienced for one’s self.

***

Neither Dino nor Kevin were aware that their housemate, Tank, was lurking just outside the bathroom door.

He’d been listening, and he burst inside just as Kevin was shaking the last drops of cum from Dino’s dick.

“What the fuck are you queers doin in here?” bellowed Tank.

“W-we’re body grooming,” Dino said shakily.  Tank looked down at them with a sneer.  “Here, see for yourself,” Dino said, and handed Tank the Norancorp® Bodyperfect.  Tank turned in around in his paw, gazing at it as though it was from another planet.

“It’s a shaver.  So what?”

“It’s practically revolutionary,” Kevin said haughtily; and he showed Tank the work it had done on Dino’s back, chest, cock, and balls.

“No shit,” said Tank, reaching out to fondle Dino’s body for himself, running his huge hand down his stomach and cupping his balls, letting his sausage fingers glide underneath them to Dino’s glossy taint.

“Yeah, it seems pretty good…” Tank said, slipping off his shirt and shorts.  “…but can it do the same thing to a body like mine?”

Tank stood, hands on his hips, massive chest and crotch puffed out to showcase his brutally muscular body.  Tank was well-known as the biggest and hairiest beast of Delta Tau.  Not only did a thick carpet of hair coat his chest, shoulders, and stomach; but he had even more fur around his horse cock and bull’s balls.

Kevin took in the sight and smell of him, knowing that he was going to be a challenge.

“Whaddya think?” he said to Dino.  Dino winked.

“Let’s do it,” he said.

They set to work on Tank’s hulking body.  The Bodyperfect tore through thick patches of back and chest hair.  It clear-cut through forests of stomach and pubic bush, making short work of Tank’s rank and swarthy underarms.  They even removed the patches of hair from the backs of his fingers.

The moist head of Tank’s cock was peaking out of his foreskin by the time Dino had shaved the sides of his shaft.  Tank grunted as Dino gave his prick a finishing stroke, his hand sliding easily down to Tank’s bare pubis.

By the time they’d finished, the front of Tank had been transformed from caveman to gleaming Greek god.  But Tank still wasn’t convinced.

“That’s all well and good,” he said, looking into the mirror.  “But what I wanna know is, can the Bodyperfect work its magic on this.”

Tank turned and bent over, raising his gigantic beefy ass into the air.  It was enormous – like two halves of a watermelon all covered in course, dark hair.  The fur was sparser around his cheeks but consolidated into a luxurious Mohawk down his canyon-like crack.  Tank’s butthole – a meaty pink pucker – was barely visible in the dense thicket of pubes.

Kevin and Dino’s jaws hung open.  Tank looked at them over his shoulder, smirking.  “Maybe this time, the Bodyperfect has finally met its match.”

Kevin and Dino exchanged glances.  Was it possible?

Not likely.  They smirked and knelt down to start on the big brute’s bountiful butt.

They took turns with the Bodyperfect, sliding it like a skier over the mountainous mounds of Tank’s ass, plowing through hair instead of snow and leaving gleaming white skin in their wake.  Dino let the Bodyperfect do circles around Tank’s quivering hole, feeling it pucker as he shaved it clean.

In a matter of minutes, Tank’s ass was as smooth as ceramic, the giant cheeks gleaming and glowing in the fluorescent bathroom light.

Kevin and Dino stood up proudly – the Bodyperfect had come through.

Now it was time for the finishing touch.  Kevin filled his palm with SoftOil, and set to spreading a gloss of it over Tank’s copious mounds.  Dino helped him out, and they worked their hands in circles over Tank’s firm cheeks.

Tank moaned, pushing his ass back against their fingers as they massaged him.  The skin was so smooth, as slippery as an ice skating rink, and Kevin and Dino’s digits couldn’t help but slide toward Tank’s hole, the slickness of the skin drawing their fingers in like water swirling down a drain.  One by one their index fingers sunk into Tank’s tight asshole.  Tank grunted, pushing back against them and sending a few more inches of finger inside his hot butt.

“Incredible,” Kevin whispered to his friend.  Tank’s ass looked so hot, so inviting, that Kevin couldn’t resist touching his tongue out for a taste.  Once there, Kevin licked up and down Tank’s crack, then speared his tongue right to Tank’s knotted bunghole, working it against the tight ring of muscle until it relaxed and he was able to sink the tip of it inside.

Tank’s warm ass cheeks hugged Kevin’s face as he worked his tongue in Tank’s musky hole.  Dino hovered around, smooching and biting at Tank’s butt cheeks before sliding underneath him and taking Tank’s balls in his mouth.  He rolled them around in his mouth, then reached up to slip his lips around Tank’s fat codger.  He gave it a few hearty sucks.

Tank’s mind was blurred by the sensation of getting head from both ends.  He grunted and moaned, not sure whether to thrust into Dino’s lips or against Kevin’s tongue.

Kevin’s cock was again as hard as a piston.  He stood behind Tank and slapped it against his butt flesh.  Grabbing the sides of Tank’s massive hips, Kevin rode his cock up and down Tank’s crack, letting the pulsing head of his erection press against Tank’s sloppy wet hole.  He slid it inside with nary an effort – smooth as a needle piercing clean flesh. Tank groaned like an animal and went with it, bucking against Kevin as he pumped his hairless butt full of dick.

Before Kevin could cum, he and Dino switched places.  Tank’s already-stretched hole had no problem accommodating Dino’s cock.  Tank was like a smooth and fuckable hunk of flesh; Dino felt like he could have been fucking the cushions of a living-room couch, or a side of beef in a meat locker.

Dino’s cock sliced in and out of Tank’s butt like a hot knife through butter.  Then Kevin swung his leg over them, positioning himself over Dino, lining his cock up right where Dino’s cock sank into Tank’s hole.  With a little effort, Kevin was able to slide his dick right in next to his friend’s.  The three frat brothers fucked like a well-oiled machine, Tank groaning and biting the edge of the sink as Kevin and Dino double-fucked his meatcakes.

Kevin couldn’t handle the sensations he was getting, both from Tank’s tight sphincter wrapped like a rubber band around the top of his cock, and Dino’s fat prick sliding against the underside.  He felt like he was going to lose it.

Just as they were reaching critical mass, Kevin pulled out of Tank’s butt.  Dino did the same.  After a few strokes of their cocks they simultaneously blew thick loads of juice all over Tank’s ass, letting it drip down his cheeks, crack, and gaping hole.  They slid their spent cocks all over that magnificent butt, letting their loads mingle before using their hands to rub it into his gleaming cheeks.

They turned Tank over on his back.  Kevin stuck two fingers up Tank’s slick hole, working his butt while Dino stroked off his dick.  Tank ran his hands over his smooth chest, tweaking his nipples as he lost his load.  His powerful orgasm blasted all over his chest, his butthole clenching Kevin’s fingers almost painfully as he shot jet after jet of hot cream into the air.

It was one of the most amazing loads he’d ever shot, and he owed it all to the Norancorp® Bodyperfect.

***

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It was Friday night, Homecoming night; one of those mid-fall evenings when you’re just getting used to wearing a jacket and the leaves are skittering across the pavement.  We could hear the sound of the announcer up at the football field as we walked to Jason’s house.  Neither of us had any interest in going to the game anyway, but tonight was extra cool cause Jason’s parents were out of town and he had the house to himself.

Jason said he had a surprise for me once we got there.  I bugged him about it but he wouldn’t tell me what it was.  His house was dark, the whole street was dark – everyone was at the game.  We clomped up his wooden porch steps and went inside.

Freedom!  We turned on all the lights and put the Violent Femmes on the stereo.  There were two beers in the fridge and we drank them and danced around like idiots until we couldn’t dance anymore.

“Ready to check out the surprise?” Jason said, giving me a mischievous grin.  Jason knows he’s good looking; he has brown hair that goes past his ears and sticks out when he wears a baseball cap, which is most of the time.  When he smiles it’s all you can do not to smile with him.

“Hell yeah man,” I said, and followed him up the carpeted steps.  Jason’s room was where we usually hung out.  He had all kinds of cool stuff like an electric guitar, beanbag chairs, a shelf full of movies, and of course his N64.  In fact, I’d wondered if the surprise was the new Zelda, which we’d both been salivating over for weeks.

Instead, Jason reached into his sock drawer and pulled out a black videotape.

“What is it?” I said, taking it.  It said “Love Theater” on the top.

“It’s a porno, dude.  Brandt lent it to me.  It’s his dad’s.”

My heart quickened.  I’d never seen a porno before.

“What’s it like?” I asked.

“You wanna watch it?” I nodded; I was excited but nervous as hell.

Jason put in the tape and we plopped down on the red and yellow beanbags.  It was an older movie – probably from the ‘70s – and it was foreign, German or something.  The story involved a group of guys and girls traveling in a bus and (naturally) having all sorts of sex.  We were quiet as we watched it kick into gear.

“It’s kinda goofy,” Jason said.  It really was.  The first scene had a burly guy with an uncut dick playfully chasing two girls through a field in slow motion.  When he caught them, they rolled around and then the girls started sucking his dick.  I had never seen real live sex before.

“He’s got a big dick,” Jason said.

“Yeah,” I agreed.  We continued watching in silence that Jason would sometimes punctuate with a comment.  My cock was totally hard, and I wondered if Jason’s was too.  I glanced over at him once and thought I saw a rod in his jeans.  I’d tried to be quick but Jason caught my glance and gave a nervous laugh.

“Gettin a little turned on,” he said, resting his hand on his crotch.

“I know, me too,” I said, and Jason looked over at my crotch.  As the movie progressed, I would catch out of the corner of my eye Jason brushing his hand over his dick, casually rubbing it.  I started doing the same.

We were on the second scene now, and a girl was getting it from two different guys.

“These guys all have such big dicks,” Jason said.

“I know,” I said.  Then unthinkingly added,  “I wish I was that big.”

“Me too,” Jason said.  I felt relieved when he said that.  Jason looked over at me and I looked at him, our hands on our cocks.  “I wonder if we should compare?” he said.

I’d been anticipating this.  I could barely choke out the word, “Yeah.”

Jason unbuckled his pants and I did the same.  He stood up and so did I, letting our pants drop to the floor.  Jason took off his boxers, so did I.  Then we stood there before each other.  Jason lifted up his shirt so I could see – his dick was a lot like mine, maybe a little nicer, jutting up super hard from a bunch of brown pubes.  I wasn’t as hairy – but I’m blonde, so they were lighter, too.  His nuts hung low, unlike mine, which were all bunched up.

“It’s nice,” Jason said, nodding at my dick.

“Yeah, yours is too.”  Jason lifted off his shirt.

“Might as well get naked all the way.”  I followed suit.  We both had nice bodies from swimming all summer.  Jason had a little hair on his chest, but I was all smooth.

Jason turned back to the porno and started stroking himself as he watched.  I started doing it too.  I was so aware of how close we were standing, but afraid to make a false move.  Then I felt Jason push my hand aside and take my cock in his hand.  I honestly thought I’d cum right there, but I managed to get my bearings.  After a minute Jason took my hand and put it on his dick.  It felt a lot like mine though the skin was tighter.  I couldn’t grip it as hard as I gripped mine, I had to kind of slide my hand along it.  But it seemed to be doing the trick – Jason’s eyes were half-closed and he was breathing heavily.

I remember thinking I wasn’t going to last much longer, when we heard the front door open downstairs.  Our hands sprung away like from fire.  Jason was wide-eyed.

“Yo – Jason?  Bro?  You home?” said a voice downstairs.  It was Nick, his older brother.  We scrambled to put our pants on.

“What’s he doing here?” I asked.

“I don’t know – he must be home from college.”  He was starting up the steps.  We didn’t have time to put on our shirts.  Jason clicked off the TV just in time as Nick rounded the hallway and peeked in the door.  We must have been red-faced and breathing like we’d just run a marathon.

“Hey bro – hey Nate.  What’s going on?”  Jason sat on the edge of the bed.

“Mom and dad went to Grandma’s, they won’t be back till Sunday.”

“No shit.  I figured something was up when I saw all the lights on.  What were you guys doing?”  He looked us up and down.  The video was still whirring in the machine.

“Nothing,” I said, sitting on the beanbag.  Nick took off his jacket and tossed it on the bed.  He was 21 and a football player – a masculine and handsome guy I’d always looked up to.

“What were you watching?”

“Just a movie,” Jason said, running his hand through his hair and putting his cap on backwards.

“What movie?” Nick asked, sitting down on the bed.  He wore a white t-shirt and his thick thighs filled out his blue jeans.

“Just something we rented,” Jason said.

“Face/Off,” I said.  Nick looked at us suspiciously.

“Bullshit,” he said, and reached for the remote.  He flipped it on and cocksucking filled the screen.  “Whoa – dude – where’d you guys get a porno?”

“It’s Brandt Hoover’s dad’s,” Jason said.

“Oh man – I never had porn when I was you guys’s age,” Nick said, setting the remote down and leaning back on his elbows, his eyes on the screen.  Nick had short hair, dark brown like his brother’s, but he had a thick covering of stubble on his strong-jawed face and, from what I’d seen hanging around the house when Nick had still lived there, even more hair on his body.

I turned around and watched the movie.

“What is this – German?” Nick asked.

“That’s my guess,” I said.

“Man, these guys are huge.”

“That’s what we said.”  The shock of the interruption was wearing off.  We became three guys in our sexual prime, captivated by the glow of electric sex.  I could hear Nick shuffling around behind me.

“Man, I could stand to jack off,” Nick said.  We were silent.  “That’s what you guys were doing before I came up, right?”  Still silent.  “I don’t care – it’s cool.”

“Yeah, we were,” Jason said.

“You guys mind if I join you?” Nick said.  My heart was racing again.  This was almost too much.  Jason mumbled “Whatever.”  Nick sat up and looked down at me.

“Nate, you mind?”

“No, it’s cool.”

“Well alright,” Nick said, and I heard him unzipping his pants. Then I knew he had his cock out because I could hear his palm sliding against his shaft.  I heard Jason undo his jeans.  So I did the same, just letting my cock out of my boxers.  I stroked myself, paying as much attention to the sounds behind me as I was to the porno in front.

“I can’t say much for this porno but at least it’s doing the trick,” Nick said.  “Nate.”  I waited for him to follow up my name with something, but he just said it again.  “Nate.”  I turned around.

Nick was still leaning back on his elbows, his shirt pushed up above his meaty, hairy pecs, his pants and tighty-whities around his ankles.  His hand was riding up and down his big, hairy dick.  It was intimidating and exciting all at the same time.  I didn’t even try to pretend I wasn’t looking at it – and Nick seemed to be showing it off anyway.

“You guys have any pornos other than this one?”

“No, this is the only one I’ve ever seen actually.”  Jason started taking off his pants, glancing at my dick then at his brother’s.  I started taking mine off too.

“When in Rome,” Nick said, slipping his pants over his shoes and lifting off his shirt.

I just kept watching the movie, wanting so bad to turn around and watch Jason’s big, hot brother jerk off.  It got to the last scene; a big, climactic orgy with everyone sucking and fucking.  Eventually I noticed something behind me had changed.  Nick was breathing heavier, the bed was bouncing more.  I turned back and got a shock – Jason was beating his brother off, his eyes glued to Nick’s big dick, stroking it up and down.  Nick had his head back, his eyes closed, his hips bucking a little as his little brother stroked him.  Then he looked up and saw me staring.  He lifted his hand and motioned me to come over.

I went over to the bed.  Nick took my cock in his hand, jacking me as Jason jacked him.  Then, to my utter shock, Nick leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth.  His lips slid down my shaft, easily swallowing my rock-hard meat, his tongue slathering the underside.  He came back up and held my balls as he took it all the way in again, bobbing up and down on my dick just like the girls in the movie.

I closed my eyes because I felt myself losing it.  When I caught my bearings I saw Jason going down on Nick, sucking on the tip of his big brother’s fat prick.  Nick moaned around my dick, sucking me steadily as Jason explored his brother’s dick, taking more of it into his mouth.

This all lasted a minute; ten seconds more and it might have been all over, at least for me.  But Nick backed off, wiping his lips off on his arm and catching his breath.  He stroked me as he looked down at his brother sucking him off.  He put his hand on the back of Jason’s head, urging him along.

Nick looked at me and indicated that I should go down too.  I got in front of him, this hulking mass of jock dude, and Nick spread his thighs, issuing me in between them.

Jason came off his brother’s cock, handing it over to me.  It was so big, its power was undeniable.  I licked up and down the sides of it.  There was a heady, sweaty smell coming from his crotch that I recognized from locker rooms.  I put the bulbous head in between my lips, tasting the salty, slippery pre-cum on the slit.  I cupped his heavy nuts in my hand, sliding more of his dick in my mouth and trying to be careful with my teeth.  I managed maybe as much as Jason had, sucking up and down the top and using my hand to stroke the rest of him.

I looked up and now Jason had his lean body stretched back on the bed while Nick bent down, sucking him off.  Nick took Jason’s smaller cock with ease all the way to the base, his nose buried in Jason’s pubes, then back up again.  I was glad I wasn’t getting stimulated at that point – I didn’t know how Jason was holding on.  I felt like I’d shoot at the slightest breeze.

“You guys should sixty-nine,” Nick said.  “Nate, get on the bed beside me.”  I did.  “Lay down – scoot up so your whole body’s on – yeah.  Jason, you get on top.  The other way.  Yeah – there you go.”

Jason’s dick came down from above and I opened my mouth to receive it.  At the same time I felt his mouth engulf mine.  It was mind blowing, it was – my first sexual position, sixty-nineing with my best friend.  Both of us were kind of frantically going at it – it was hard to slow the momentum with both of us getting it at the same time.

Nick was beating off, watching us.

“I’m gonna cum soon dudes – you too?” Nick said.  We just kept going, sucking each other in earnest.  “I’m so fucking close,” Nick said, getting up on his knees and pointing his cock at us.

I felt myself letting go.  Should I let Jason know in some way?  I wanted to warn him but it just came out as a muffled moan.  Then Jason was moaning too and my mouth was suddenly flooded with hot cum – big bitter globs that I swallowed down.  At the same time I was losing it in his mouth, my cum for the first time not oozing out cold over my fist or my mattress, but going right into his hot mouth.  He was swallowing too.

I heard Nick’s grunts get louder, his husky voice bellowing as he pointed his dick at us.  He shot his load all over us, most of it landing on Jason’s back but some of it hitting my stomach.

“Fuck, fuck,” he said, rubbing his dick on Jason’s body, slapping it against my sisde.

We were spent.  Nick got up and threw us a towel.  Jason wiped up and then handed it to me.  The video had reached the credits.  Jason went off to take a shower, so it was just me and big Nick.  We slid on our underwear and sat on the bed beside each other as the tape rewound itself.

“You spending the night?” Nick asked.

“I guess,” I said.

“That was fun, right?”  He got closer to me and put his hand on my side.  He was looking right into my eyes.  “You’re pretty hot.”  His mouth was next to mine, and we just sort of came together.  He was kissing me, his tongue sliding in my mouth and his hands clutching at my back.

“Don’t tell Jason,” he said.

I never did.

I was taking a summer physics course to bone up on my skills and pass some time.  Campus is pretty deserted in the summer, and the mood is nice – quiet and serene.

There was this one guy who sat in the front row named Nick Anthony.  He was what you might call an oaf; a big, dumb jock with a thick neck and even thicker skull – a prime candidate for Rocks for Jocks (what people call the giveaway science prerequisite typically snatched up by athletes and underachievers) if there ever was one.

But Intro to Physics was where he’d somehow ended up, an unwitting cog in the machine that is a liberal arts education, trying to wrap his head around Newtonian mechanics and kinetic theory when I suspected he’d rather focus on the trajectory of a football sailing through the air.  He was trying so hard, intently taking notes as our professor explained equations on the board.  But you could tell it wasn’t getting through.

I stared as much as I dared.  He always wore athletic gear – thin white t-shirts that hugged his buff and beefy bod; blue silky track pants with buttons going down the sides.  A few times he wore a sleeveless Texas Longhorns shirt, and his arms were so tan and toned.  I lived for the days when he came in wearing his mesh basketball shorts – his ass flexing as he walked, his package flopping up front.  Jesus.  He had short dark hair and a stubbly face with sensuous lips.  I’m sure he had no trouble getting laid on a Saturday night, but physics just wasn’t his forte.

The prof and I had become friendly by the third week of the course.  He asked me if I’d consider tutoring Nick, and rack up some extra credit in the process.  I didn’t need the extra credit, but I enjoy tutoring – regardless of whether I’m fantasizing about the pupil sitting on my face – so I said yes.

We were formally introduced one day after class.  Nick shook my hand in his big paw, smiling.  He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and we walked out of class together.  I offered to meet with him that night, if he wanted.

“Well, yeah…but I got this girl I’m supposed to see…”

“Oh, no worries – if you got a girl.  We’ll do it some other night.”  He said tomorrow worked better – and I figured some lucky girl was going to be freshly fucked by then.

He lived with his parents in the suburbs, and took his mom’s Cavalier to my place.  He couldn’t have dressed any better – that goddamn sleeveless Longhorns shirt and mesh shorts.  I was dying.

I offered him iced tea and we sat down at the kitchen table.  Now my place is pretty private.  And I guess I was a bit older and wiser than Nick – but only by a couple of years.  With that said, I never had a plan to seduce him.  At least not at first.

We started in on some equations.  He wasn’t getting it, and he began to get frustrated.  My place was hot and I didn’t have AC, so after a half hour I suggested we take a break and try to catch a breeze on my back deck.  Nick sat in my patio chair and downed the rest of his iced tea.

“So,” I said.  “You went out with your girl last night?”

“Yeah…wull, we didn’t really ‘go out,’ y’know?” Nick said, smirking at me to see if I got the gist.  I laughed.

“And you’d rather do that than work equations?  Unreal.”

Nick sighed.  “Man I really I hate this stuff.  I dunno why it’s supposed to be important,” he said.

“Well, truth is you’ll probably never use it ever again.  But it’s a requirement, right?”

“Yeah, coach says I have to get at least a ‘C.’  I dunno why I suck so bad.”

“You’ll get it.  Besides, it’s not that important in the grand scheme of things.  I’m sure there’s other stuff you’re much better at.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” he said, giving me a sly lift of his eyebrows.  I thought, fuck it.

“So you’re a real stud, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling.

“I’m not surprised,” I said, leaning forward and putting my hand on his beefy thigh.  “You’ve got a really hot body.”  I boldly ran my hand up his shorts, almost caressing his balls before taking it back down.  His eyes just followed my hand, as if transfixed from the sensation.

“Bet you got a big cock, too,” I said, putting my hand on the front of his shorts.  His dick was half hard.  It jerked against my palm.  “Hell yeah, I knew it.”

Nick was clutching both sides of the chair as I stroked his cock through his slick black shorts.  And for the first time since I’d seen him, he came alive.  His breathing quickened, his body rose and fell with each breath.

I got down on my knees and pulled off his shorts.  I didn’t need to ask permission, his body language said everything – it was his clearest, most confident voice.  I slipped his briefs down his thighs and his huge, hairy schlong lurched out.  It was thick and stood up tall like a python.  He had a big sack of nuts that languidly draped over the space between his front and back ends.

“Fuckin nice dick,” I said, stroking it up and down, admiring it for the pure piece of beauty that it was.  It felt good to give him an honest compliment after all those strained attempts at mathematics.  Nick moved his hands up under his shirt, feeling his chest and tweaking his nipples.  “Take it off,” I said, helping him to pull his shirt over his head.  And so I had him completely naked, his hairy chest and rounded midsection looming over me, his dick like a monolith towering in front of my face.

I couldn’t help a little moan of satisfaction as I went down on him.  Nick involuntarily jerked upwards, sending his cock back into my throat.  It slid so easily back there.  Again and again, I slurped his cock all the way down to the root, and it was strangely effortless for such a big dick.  But I guess I was hungry.

Nick had his eyes closed, his head laid back and facing the ceiling.  Then he opened his eyes, took my head in his big hands and thrust his hips in and out, mindlessly fucking my throat.  I felt like I could have been a sheep or a cherry pie.  All Nick knew was that he had his dick in something warm and suction-y, and he was good to go.

I licked and sucked up his sweaty nuts, my tongue venturing to the surprisingly smooth space underneath.  I let his cock rest against my face, then ran my tongue up the side of it.  I kept going – trailing my tongue along his salty stomach and the smooth sides of his chest, finally closing my mouth around his neck.  I found his lips and sucked on those too, and Nick kissed back, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.  It made my knees weak, it did.

When I came off and looked him in the face, Nick seemed a little addled.  Confused.

“Are you gay?” he said.

“Uh…”

“Cause you don’t, like, talk like a lady or nothing.”

“Huh,” I said, sitting back on my feet.  “No, I guess I don’t.  I just…enjoy doing this for guys sometimes.”

“Okay,” he said, apparently willing to accept that explanation for the time being.  His dick still throbbed against his stomach.  I took it in my hand.

“Have you ever had your ass ate?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“Stand up.  Brace yourself against the chair.”  His back was broad and muscular, with a smattering of hair on his lats.  And, sweet Jesus, his ass.  It was incredible – huge and firm, covered in a dusting of hair.  He arched his back, spreading open his cheeks to reveal a lightly hairy crack and a dank pinkish-purplish butthole.

“Brace yourself,” I said again, and dove in.  I buried my face in that butt, tonguing up and down his crack, squirming my tongue against that tight yet relaxed hole and jamming it inside.  Nick seemed taken aback at first, but he quickly adjusted, holding firmly onto the chair, which allowed me to push my whole face against his ass.  He was moaning, and from the way his asshole squinched and tightened I could tell he was still rock hard.  I took his cock in my hand and stroked him as I ate him out.

“You like it?” I asked.  It was an easy question; we both knew the answer.

“Uh huh,” he grunted.  It occurred to me that Nick wasn’t wired to think about complex things – he was an animal only programmed to react to external stimuli as best he could.

“Say, ‘Eat my fuckin ass.’”

“Oh, eat my fuckin ass.”

“Shit man, I want you inside me,” I said.  And from the look back he shot me I could tell that’d require some guidance.

I led him back into the kitchen, then ran and grabbed some rubbers from my nightstand.  “I want you to fuck my butt, man,” I said, stripping off my clothes.  I swept the books aside and laid back on the kitchen table, drawing my legs up to my chest and showing him my smooth and ready hole.  I’ve got a pretty sexy body – lithe and smooth and well taken care of, not that Nick necessarily noticed or cared.

But maybe he’d never fucked anyone in the ass before, because for a moment he just stood there, his dick hanging out in front of him like a truncheon, his puzzled eyes on me lying on the table.

“C’mere,” I said, and leaned forward, grabbing him by the cock and bringing him close to me.  I took the bottle of lube and slicked up his dick.  That he understood; he started fucking my fist like it was a reflex.  I lifted up my legs again and brought a dollop of lube to my butthole.  Now he was getting it.  I grabbed hold of his hips and positioned him at the entrance to my ass

“Go easy,” I said, knowing that it was falling on deaf ears.  Once his dick was against me, the blunt head of him getting massaged and drawn in by my tight, pulsing asshole, he was gone.  He sunk that fucking thing all the way inside me, inch by fat inch, until his balls were pressed tight against my ass.

“Uhhhh,” he moaned, looking me in the eyes as he inched right back out.  I was struggling a bit – it wasn’t often I got a ride on a dick of Nick’s size – and though he wasn’t ramming it in, he wasn’t being particularly gentle.  He was a stud jock with his cock in a nice, tight hole, and both of us knew how good that could feel.

It didn’t take long for the discomfort to pass.  And when all was said, Nick was a pretty amazing lover.  He fucked me with clean, even strokes; slow and steady but never timid or unsure.  His cock felt incredible inside me, sending me to a place beyond thought or control.  All I could do was let the sensation of it wash over me, and I wondered if this was how Nick felt day to day – just feeling, not thinking.  It wasn’t such a bad thing.

Nick was tweaking his nipples, watching his fat dick sink in and out of my tight butt.  I reached up and brought him down to me.  His mouth found mine and we made out as he continued to luxuriously split me in two.  He started to pay a little more attention to me, almost like the thrusting relaxed him and freed his mind to explore my body a little.  By now it was obvious that I was the first guy he’d ever messed around with.  He felt my smooth chest with his big hands, feeling down my stomach and even grabbing my cock for a few tentative strokes.

But I was too close to the edge for even that, and I knocked his hand away.  He grabbed me by the waist then, and I’m sure we looked like what you’d have seen if King Kong had fucked that blond chick.  He was a beast, a fucking machine, but he worked me over with a certain savage grace that had me panting.

“Shit man, I want you to cum all over my face,” I said.  He processed this immediately, sliding out of me and ripping off the rubber.  I slid down off the table and got under him, feeling up his tree-trunk thighs, running my hands to the twin boulders of his ass and drawing my fingers in his crack.  With my other hand I stroked my dick, acutely aware of the well-fucked feeling in my ass.  Nick’s breathing was so modulated, his body working in perfect harmony to bring himself to orgasm.  I pressed my finger to his butthole, and slowly slipped it inside.

His mouth dropped open.  His eyes shut tight, his forehead crinkled up.  In a matter of seconds he was shooting a heavy jet of cream that splattered across my face like paint on a Pollock canvas.  I lost it then too, my cum spurting up like a fountain out of the top of my fist and landing in between his big feet.  Nick grabbed my head and held me steady; the next shot went right into my mouth.  I opened up for him, taking more of his cream on my tongue.  With each shot, his butthole tightened around my finger.

“Fuh…fuh,” he grunted, looking down to see his dick spew in and on my face.  When he’d shot all he could, he leaned back against the wall, running his hands over his body, basking in his orgasm.

I grabbed a towel and cleaned him up.  I sopped up his dick and ball sweat, along with the lube and cum that still dripped from his floppy cock.  He lifted each arm dutifully, and I soaked up his underarm sweat.  That towel went unwashed for a good week or so afterward.

“Thanks, man,” he said to me.  And I thought, too much.

“Should we get back to work?” I suggested.

“Guess so,” he said, shrugging.

“You don’t have to put your clothes on…I mean, not if you don’t want to.”  The lovable oaf just smirked at me and put on his shorts.  I don’t think I could’ve focused on the material anyway.

We hit the books again.  It took another hour or so, but by the time night fell Nick was starting to get it.  It was pretty cool to watch his eyes light up, his obvious relief when it started to make some sense.

He thanked me again on the way out, and of course I thanked him right back.

“I’ll see you in class, and we’ll set a date for when you can come up again,” I said.

“To study,” Nick said, giving me that sly look again.

“What else?”  I replied.  Nick reached around me and grabbed my ass.  He gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said, and I swooned a little, watching his muscular butt bounce as he walked to his car.  If nothing else, Nick had copious expertise in the subject of turning me on.  I was ready for him to teach me a thing or two.

Bradley went on AmateurFratDudez.com and looked at his self.  His perfect, almost-naked body, pictured there for the world to see, was posed right next to the perfect, almost-naked body of his best friend Joe.  The title of the video told the story in a nutshell: “Bradley Gets Fucked.”

He clicked through the pictures – he looked good.  Joe looked good.  Their impossibly muscled bodies, the result of so many hours in the upper campus gym, showed off well.

He wondered if Joe had seen their page since it had gone up last week.  They hadn’t talked about it since they’d done the shoot almost a month ago.  Bradley had been the experienced one, the star; having done several solo videos for the site before.  When he’d been offered a thousand bucks to go all the way with another guy, the only one he could imagine doing it with was Joe.

He’d been surprised to realize the money felt like both a reason and an excuse.

Bradley gazed at a shot of himself bent over, his plump ass cheeks wrapped around Joe’s big dick, a look of pained pleasure on his face.  Had it all been acting? There was no denying that getting fucked had made him cum hard and fast – the proof was on video.  And maybe he could rationalize by saying it was the Viagra, but truthfully, hadn’t there been more to it?  Was it just the newness of feeling something up your ass?  Or that fact that that something had been Joe’s cock?

Bradley rubbed his half-hard dick through his workout pants.  There was Joe, on the screen, with his tongue in Bradley’s ass.  Bradley took off his pants, got on his bed and threw his legs over his head.  And without even thinking, in the absent and unafraid way we do secret things when we’re alone, he wet the tips of his fingers in his mouth, brought them to his clean, slick asshole, and reminisced.

***

That Friday night, after the bars had closed, Joe drove the two of them back to Bradley’s place.  It was where they usually hung out, being that Joe still lived in the frat house.  Bradley had made some good money doing videos, and he’d been able to get his own apartment, off campus.

The silence in the car seemed to set things on edge.  They were alone, half-buzzed.  For Bradley, the time seemed right.

“So, have you checked out the site yet?” he said.  “They put up our video.”

“No shit,” Joe said, shooting Bradley a smile.  “How do we look?”

“Pretty fucking good, I think.”

“Man, that was so crazy.”

“I know.  But not too bad, right?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad.”  Joe shifted gears.

“So did you get, like, turned on at all?”  Bradley asked.

“I don’t know.  I know it felt pretty good for me.  You got a nice, tight ass.”  They both cracked up.  “What did you think of it?”

“I kind of liked it,” Bradley said, maybe wanting to shock him a little.  “I don’t know…having your dick up my ass sorta did something to me.  It kind of felt good.”

“Well, there must be a reason gay dudes like it, right?”

“Yeah, for real.  You were, like, hitting a spot up there or something…”

They laughed again, and before any of it had time to sink in they were at the 24-hour beer distributor, picking up a case as they did every Friday out of habit.

The night was hot, and Bradley stripped to his underwear as soon as they got upstairs.  The apartment was quiet and fraught with a strange kind of tension.  Bradley went into his bedroom, pulled up the site and called Joe in.  He leaned over Bradley’s shoulder, and they looked at themselves on the website together.  Bradley could smell Joe’s cologne.

“Crazy shit, huh?” Bradley said once they got to the end of the preview pictures.  Joe sat on the bed.

“So you kind of liked it, huh?”

“Yeah,” Bradley said, his hand idly dipping inside his underwear.  Joe had a huge smile plastered on his face.

“I’d fuck your ass again,” he said.

“I bet you would,” Bradley countered.  Joe just shrugged.  Bradley felt his dick starting to get hard.  “Actually, what felt the best was when you ate out my ass.”

“You liked that, huh?”  Joe said, standing up.  His fat shaft strained against the front of his shorts.  “I’d do that again, too.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, man.”

“You’re out of your fuckin mind.”

“Who cares?  We’re both horny.  Nobody’s gonna know.  We’ve done it before.”

“Yeah, for two thousand bucks,” Bradley said.  He knew he was protesting too much.  He couldn’t stop himself.

“Get up,” Joe said.  “Get on the bed.  I’ll eat you out, dude.”  Bradley chuckled, but he could tell Joe was serious.  So he shrugged, looked Joe in the eye challengingly, and pulled off his underwear.  He had a perfect ass, like a firm ripe peach.

“It’s clean at least, right?”  Joe asked.

“Yeah, fucker.  I just took a shower right before you picked me up.”  Bradley got on all fours on the bed, and presented his ass to his friend.  He kept his eyes down as Joe got behind him, took Bradley’s ass in his hands, and spread his cheeks open.  His butthole squinched uncontrollably.

Bradley half expected Joe to slap his ass and say the joke was on him.

But Joe didn’t hesitate.  He sank his face right into Bradley’s crack, his tongue going right for his bunghole.  Bradley gasped, and his cock spasmed.

“Oh, man.  Holy shit.”  Almost immediately he could feel that something was different from the last time.  Joe was eating him out like a starving man.  He licked and sucked Bradley’s ass with the enthusiasm of a guy who’s preparing something he’s going to stick his dick into; spearing his tongue straight inside, pressing the whole of his face until it was buried in butt.  His tongue did circles and divots in and around Bradley’s hairless, pink asshole, his lips smooching while his tongue darted in and out.

There weren’t any camera angles to worry about.  No one was watching, nobody had to see.  They could do whatever they wanted.

Bradley looked back and saw Joe fondling his hard-on through his shorts.  He thought about what he’d said earlier:  I kind of liked it.  You hit a spot up there. Had he revealed too much of himself?

When they’d fucked on film, it had been with a certain detachment.  They’d done what they had to do, gotten off, gotten paid.

But Bradley knew his friend’s reputation.  He’d heard Joe’s boasts that he could fuck all night, and moreover he believed them.  Now, it seemed like he was going to be on the receiving end of it.  Joe was going to have his way with him.  The thought of it was scary and thrilling.

Joe took off his shirt and undid the string in his shorts.  His heavy, uncut dick flopped out from a thatch of trimmed pubes, and bounced around as he slipped his pants off his feet.

Bradley flipped on to his back and drew his legs up to his chest.  He touched his hole and was surprised at how easily one of his fingers slid inside.

Joe laid his body onto his friend’s.  They crushed and ground their bodies together, their slab-like pecs and ripped abs pressing together, their pert nipples quickly catching on each other like pencil erasers.  Joe held Bradley’s legs up as he slid his fat peg back and forth against his hole.

He brought his face up close to Bradley’s, and for a moment Bradley thought they were going to kiss.  He was relieved when Joe turned to suck on his neck.  They had kissed in the video; that had been part of the deal.  Nothing about it had felt right.

Joe stood up, his heavy, leaking dick hanging like a baby’s arm from his body.  He grabbed Bradley by the thighs and scooted him to the edge of the bed, licked his hand, smoothed the spit on the end of his prick, and lined it up with Bradley’s soft anus.  He slowly applied pressure until Bradley relaxed, and about an inch sank inside. Bradley gasped and held his breath.

“My lube’s on the desk,” he said.

“Condom?”

“In the drawer.”  Joe grabbed it, lubed up his dick and then Bradley’s ass, slowly sinking his fat index finger inside.  Bradley moaned, relaxed, let the finger in.

Joe got back into position, sank the head of his dick back in and, unable to resist the exquisite warmth and tightness of his friend’s asshole, quickly horned the rest of his cock up Bradley’s butt, balls deep. Bradley looked at him with wide eyes.  He wasn’t in pain.  What was he feeling?

There was no pretense this time, they were fucking to fuck, to get off, pure and simple.  Joe pumped Bradley’s ass slowly at first, finding a rhythm, and then going with it.  When he’d fuck in all the way, his hips jammed tightly against Bradley’s ass and thighs, Bradley would feel something come over him.  It sent him outside of himself. He was stroking his still-rock-hard dick, but the pleasure wasn’t entirely there.  It was coming from the inside.

Joe fucked without thought, without mercy; he was a man with his dick in a warm hole, and Bradley knew how good that felt, and empathized.  What pleased Joe pleased Bradley, and there was no reason to wonder, no reason to be anxious or concerned.  They knew each other, they knew each other’s bodies.  They were both enjoying the fuck out of this.

“Fuck me man,” Bradley uttered, and Joe obliged, sinking all of his nine inches into his best friend’s beefy butt, feeling Bradley’s asshole clench him tight.

Bradley looked into Joe’s eyes.  Joe was a good guy, but he was also kind of a lunkhead.  To see him fuck, though, was to see him in his element.  He worked his body fluidly, looking for all the world like a man who was born to fuck.

Bradley knew he was going to cum in spite of any efforts he made to hold back.  “Fuck me man,” he said again.  “Are you close?”

“Yeah,” Joe said, his hands grasping Bradley’s legs, holding them in the air as he took his friend from above.  “I can go at any time, bro.”

“Cum with me, man.  Cum in my ass.”  Bradley’s hairless balls scrunched up high in their sack.  Joe banged and banged, sending it closer for Bradley each time. Bradley wasn’t even stroking himself, and suddenly his come was pumping, his load shooting out of his cock and landing on his sweaty stomach.  Joe reached down to help his buddy pump it out, but it was too late and too sensitive, and Bradley knocked his hand away.

“Holy fuck.  Holy fuck,” Joe said, staring into Bradley’s eyes.  Bradley sensed the pressure building, and then he knew that Joe was letting go, grinding high and deep and shooting his come into Bradley’s ass; cumming inside, the way it was supposed to happen – not with the forced coldness of an obligatory come shot.  Joe let go of his legs and fell down onto Bradley’s sweaty body, his dick still firmly planted in his rump.

So what was next?  There were no cameras to stop rolling, no lights to shut off; certainly no money to collect.  Bradley breathed with his friend, felt their come sticking them together.  This had really happened.  He ran his hand down his friend’s broad back, and he wondered, if they were to fall asleep like this, would it be okay?

The minute he steps onto the scene my mind scrambles, my tongue goes lagalagalag like something out of a cartoon.

He’s half-naked, his impossibly flawless and muscled torso swaying as he walks past me.  He wears a pair of black nylon shorts, the mounds of his plump butt practically bouncing as he walks.  He must have just finished running.

I’m not thinking anymore, I slam shut my book, stand up and begin to follow him.  He heads toward the rows of student apartments and I follow.  My body follows my mind, or maybe it’s the other way around.  I tell myself it’s criminal that young college guys should be allowed to walk around like this, that he shouldn’t have the right to do what he’s doing to me.

He walks steadily, looking back and forth.  And then he catches my vibe and glances back at me.  Christ he’s handsome, short black hair, beautiful face, totally masculine.  I stare back stupidly, unable to look disinterested, and his face registers something – does he sneer just slightly? – before turning back around.

I’m on a road to frustration and I can’t put on the brakes.

I follow him across the road, to a shady, tree-lined block.  There is nobody around but me and him.  He turns and heads up to his porch, his smooth legs flexing with each step.

So this is it, I figure; game over.  But he glances back at me again as he opens the door, just the slightest acknowledgement.  Then he is inside.  But he doesn’t shut the door behind him.

I stop in my tracks, staring up at his house.  My stomach wells up with fear and anxiety, and I start. up. his. steps.

My feet make the worst hollow wooden sounds on his porch.  Any minute now he’ll look out and say “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” But it doesn’t happen.

I look through his screen door.  It’s dark in there, but I can make out a hallway, a kitchen at the end of it.

Suddenly, a sound from a room on the right.  A little grunt, maybe a muffled moan.  I put my hand on the door handle, press the rusty button with my thumb.  It unlatches.  I pause…another grunt, this one more pronounced, breathier.

Sloooowwwly I push open the door, it creaks and squeaks.  If he’s going to catch me, it’s going to be now.

But still, nothing.

I step inside.  A weird vertigo overtakes me.  I can hear my heart, feel the pulse in my ears.  I let the door shut behind me and step toward the archway, where the sounds are coming from.  There’s a television – it must be the living room.  More sounds – rustling (nylon shorts), movement.

I step into the room.

He’s there.  Lying back on the couch, one arm draped over his eyes.  His other hand is in his shorts, working his dick.  Light from the window illuminates a sheen of sweat on his gorgeous body, the smooth muscles of his chest heaving, him laid out for me like a buffet on an old leather sofa.

I kneel down before him, running my hands up his warm legs.  He takes his hand out of his shorts, and drapes one arm over the other, shutting out the real world in favor of the fantasy.

I take his waistband and slide down his shorts.  This guy – this man – takes obvious pride in his body.  His stomach is golden brown, hairless, stretched taut between the bones of his pelvis.  His thatch of brown curlies are trimmed clean – but not too trimmed – his balls smooth as white chocolate, rolling against his thigh as I lift his legs, throwing his shorts to the side.

His cock – cut, but not scarred, and hard as a railroad spike – is fleshy, smooth, a throbbing lollipop.  It seeps against his stomach.

I lower my mouth and suck in each of his balls.  The taste is clean but sweaty, with just the slightest hint of cologne.  Jock frat boy college-age nuts.

The guy – in my mind, I name him Chris – breathes again, but never looks.  Slowly, I run my tongue up the salty succulence of his prick.  Everything reacts perfectly – his cock juts up right in time for my lips to catch it, and I wrap them around the slippy, musky-tasting head, swirling my tongue around to savor the taste.

Another groan, and I realize this isn’t going to last long, because it’s not about his pleasure.  It’s about getting off and getting away.  It’s about him putting his load, his desire, into me, so I can keep it like a secret.

I chug his cock in between my lips, taking it easily into my throat, sucking hard and soft and deep.  His cock is incredibly sensitive, all senses ablaze and aware like the electric flesh of a newborn baby, reacting to every motion of my lips, every slurp of my tongue.

I run my hands up his stomach, up his chest, and his body melts under my hands.  My head keep bobbing as I pinch his tiny tan nipples, making them harden into littler nubs, then running my hands back down, giving him a chill as I scrape my fingers down his sides, tickling his pelvis.

I flip him over onto his stomach, my hands turning him like a piece of wet clay on a pottery wheel.  His ass perts right there before me, smooth and cream-colored, just waiting to be charted, parted.  I spread open his cheeks, and bury my face inside.  My tongue goes right for his hole – and of course it is clean, but with a certain tang, sweaty and deep.

Chris gasps, takes in a sharp breath.  His ass is shaved completely smooth, and my mouth and tongue slide all over his derriere effortlessly.  Fucking gorgeous ass.  His knothole is relaxed, accommodating, and I shove my tongue inside as far as it can go.  Chris bucks back to meet it.

I prop him up on his knees and he spreads his ass for me.  The pose is unmatched – his head down, his broad back narrowing to a tight waist, flaying out again to his muscled buttcheeks, a deep depression going down the middle with a pink, pulsing hole in the center of that.  I bury my tongue back inside, working it strong, mashing, piercing through.

I reach below him and feel that he’s still rock hard.  I start jerking him off in earnest, and now his whole body gets into it, his hips bucking in rhythm, working his cock into my hand, then bouncing his asshole back against my tongue.

I get my index finger nice and slippy, then run it down his smooth, wet crack, pausing at the entrance to his hole.  Chris bucks back, and my finger goes inside him to the first knuckle.

This time, a whimper.

I slide more and more of my finger into that hot, sucking ass, and then it’s in to the last knuckle, squeezed inside him like a vice.  I have a feeling not much has been up that ass before.  Maybe his own finger when he was alone and particularly horny.  Maybe, but that’s it.

I keep jacking him, and now I’m like a Jack-U-Off machine, both of my hands working him over, finger fucking him and beating him off at the same time.  I start to put in another finger when I realize he’s about to lose it.  Quickly I move his leg and duck underneath his body.  My finger still plunging his asshole, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck it in.

“Uh, uh, UH!”  He groans with each jab of my finger, and – like a faucet has been turned on – he unloads right into my mouth.  Spurts of hot jock cream coat my tongue as I eagerly eat it down.  This is it, the only part of him I can really ingest, possess, and I drink down each spurt like a starving man.

When he’s done I stand up.  Chris – or whatever he’s called – keeps his head down in the couch cushions.  His body still heaves and I know it’s time to leave.  My purpose has been served.

I’m just an actor in this sick, stupendous world, and I have played my part.

The end.

I’m going to tell this story to the best of my abilities, though it’s been awhile since my friend told it to me.  I hope I can do it justice.

My friend’s name is Mitch.  That’s his real name, you can be sure, because I’m terrible at making them up.  Anyway, Mitch grew up in the house down the street from me, with his mom and dad and his older brother Brian.

I used to be pretty good friends with Mitch, but I lost contact with him once I went off to college.  Over the years I’d heard through the back-home gossip grapevine that Mitch was gay, and I was pretty sure he knew I was, too.  It was strange, because neither of us had been “out” in high school, and I’d always been hot for him.

Anyway, I was home for Thanksgiving one time, years after I’d graduated from college, and I stopped in at the local tavern. I saw Mitch there, we got to talking, and drinking.  Eventually he told me this story.

——

Mitch was a sophomore in high school at the time.  His brother Brian had been in college for a year.  He looked up to his brother, who was definitely the jock/overachiever type.  When his older brother came home for the summer, Mitch was looking forward to spending some time with him.

Now he’d known he was gay for a little while now.  And he was also pretty aware that his brother was a good-looking guy, even a hot guy, though he didn’t really let himself think of his brother in “that way.”  They were close, they’d seen each other naked numerous times, and they were comfortable talking about their bodies, talking about sex.  Mitch hadn’t really realized he was gay, however, until after his brother had left for college.  And now that his brother was back, and looking just about as good as he ever had, he felt a little weird around him.  Nervous.

Now I can definitely vouch for Mitch’s brother Brian being a good-looking guy.  He was your classic jock type, tall and fit, but with an incredibly toned and muscular body.  Nice pecs, tight ass, v-shape pelvis, the whole deal.  On top of that he had a handsome face with sandy blond hair.  Mitch looked a lot like him, only he was shorter.

So Mitch’s just hanging around the house all summer beating off and whatnot, while his brother is out mowing lawns and doing odd jobs around the neighborhood.  Then Brian is coming home all fucking sweaty and hot, and Mitch’s totally checking him out but at the same time trying to fight these thoughts, knowing they’re supposed to be unnatural.  He catches himself thinking of his brother while he’s beating off, and tries to force the thoughts out of his head.  But it’s of no use.

“Like if I told you, ‘Do not think of a white polar bear,’ that’d be exactly what you would think of.  You can’t control it,” he said to me.

But it’s not always tense between them.  Basically, they’re pretty glad to see each other, and they’re hanging out a lot, playing badminton in the backyard, trading information.  Being brotherly.  But Mitch can’t stop staring at his brother’s body.  He wants to touch it, play with it, explore it.  He can’t help it.  But he’s sure as hell going to keep it to himself.

So one day, Mitch’s feeling particularly horny, and his brother gets home from cutting the neighbor’s lawn.  Brian goes into his room, and shuts the door.  Mitch thinks of a reason to go to his brother’s room, sort of thinking in the back of his head that maybe he can catch a glimpse of his brother’s half naked (or fully naked) body, but not really articulating that thought to himself.  He’s just thinking, “Brian will want to see this new comic I got.”  So he goes to his brother’s door and he knocks, and Brian answers it.

He’s still in his shorts, his tanned, muscular body gleaming with sweat.  He lets Mitch in, though he seems a little distracted, and Mitch shows him the comic and asks him what he’s up to right now.

Brian gets a queer look on his face, and for a minute it seems like he’s debating something in his mind.  Then his face spreads into a grin, like he’s thinking fuck it, whatever.

“I was gonna check out some of my porn.  I brought a bunch of it back from school,” he says.  Mitch’s heart leaps into his chest, his stomach bunches up into a pink, fleshy knot, but he keeps his cool.  His brother pulls a cardboard box out of his closet. “Check out all this shit,” he says.  It’s filled with a veritable treasure trove of porn:  Playboys, Penthouse Forums, videos, comix.  All kinds of stuff.

“Oh, man,” Mitch says, definitely excited.  Even though he’s gay, he likes straight porn.  Pretty much anything will do when you’re at that age.

“Have at it,” Brian says, and they both start rifling through the box.  Mitch takes out a couple of magazines, and makes some attempts at favorable comments on the naked girls in the pages.  “You can borrow anything you want,” Brian says.  “I know what it was like at your age.”

Brian pulls out a video, Anal Black Cheerleader Gang-Bang or something like that.  “This one’s really hot,” he says, and without further ado, he just walks right over to his VCR and pops it inside.  Then he flips on the TV and sits back on the chair.

“This is the best scene,” Brian says, rewinding the tape with a remote control.  Mitch is sitting on the edge of the bed, still looking through the box out of nervousness, but glancing up at the video.  He can’t see his brother unless he turns his head.  On the TV, a black girl is sucking on a white guy’s enormous cock.

Now up until this point, Mitch hasn’t really seen that much hardcore porn.  His family doesn’t have a computer, so his only exposure to it was at a sleepover at another boy’s house, when the four of them nervously stole a porn tape out of his father’s den and watched it with the volume turned way down.  He’d been hard as a rock then, and he was sure his friends had been, too, but nothing had happened.  They’d watched the tape, blew a few of their innocent minds in the process, and went to sleep with wet dreams dancing in their heads.

But this is different.  He’s with his brother, for one thing, in the privacy of his brother’s room, and even though he’s got this weird fascination—bordering on infatuation—with his brother’s body, he’s still more comfortable here than he was at the sleepover. His brother’s being totally cool with him, treating him like an equal.

They’re both watching the movie, and it doesn’t take Mitch more than a second to get a full hard on.  Still, his brother is making funny comments about the movie, and he joins in so he won’t sound like a total idiot.  “That guy’s dick is huge,” Mitch says, and his brother agrees.  “That’s why this scene is so hot,” his brother adds.

Just then he thinks he hears something from behind him, that just might be the sound of elastic stretching and softly snapping back, but he doesn’t dare turn around.  He’s beside himself, going back and forth between absently looking at the porn in the box, and watching the movie.  Eventually he hears it, the unmistakable sound of wet flesh being manipulated, of tense, tight breathing coming from behind him.

Mitch freezes.  What the fuck is he supposed to do?  Turn around?  Say something lame like, “Are you beating off?”  Finally, his brother owns up.

“So fuckin horny,” his brother says.  Mitch turns around, and there it is.  His brother’s got his shorts around his thighs, and his thick prick in his hand.  His cock is gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight, wet with pre-cum or sweat, he can’t tell, and it’s big.  Just about his big as his own, no–bigger. It’s hard to tell.  Underneath it sit a pair of soft balls, a curling thicket of light brown pubes. Nothing he hasn’t glanced at before, but at this moment it seems completely different to him, almost alien.

Brian returns his glance.  “Gotta beat off,” he says.  “You don’t mind, do you?”

Not that he thinks Brian would quit, even if Mitch did mind.  As if.

“No,” Mitch says, forcing himself to sound nonchalant.  No, don’t care if you beat off right here in the room with me.  Most natural thing in the world.  Don’t let me cramp your style.  Sure.  Whatever.  Mitch turns back to the movie, to the porn, not sure if he’s coming or going, leaving or staying.  No, definitely staying.  But what is he supposed to do?

His brother starts to say something behind him, then he stops.  He clears his throat.  Mitch turns around.

“Do you ever, like, play with your balls, when you beat off?”  Brian asks, jiggling his balls in his free hand to illustrate.

“Yeah,” Mitch says, and he laughs mostly out of nervousness, but his brother picks it up and the laughter seems to diffuse the situation somewhat, takes it down a notch on the newness factor.  “Dude, you can beat off too, if you want to.”

Mitch almost tells him no.  Almost wants to run right out of the room and leave his brother to his own devices, retreat.  But that would be stupid – no – inconceivable.  So he puts the box aside and he feels his hard cock underneath his shorts.  Maybe not as big as Brian’s, he thinks, but still pretty big.  And I’ve got a nice patch of pubes.

He stands up, and even though he’s still turned to the TV he can feel that his brother is watching him, is just as curious about his body as he is about his brother’s, and there’s a comfort in that, a cold comfort.  Because when you get right down to it this is the most insane and frightening thing that’s ever happened to him.

He pulls down his shorts and his cock pops right out, hard as a rocket and there’s no denying that, but he sits down quickly and focuses his eyes on the movie, even though his mind is in several hundred different places right then, none of which have anything to do with what’s happening on that TV screen.

But it plays.  The black cheerleader bends over for the guy, and he’s sliding that big dick in her pussy.  Mitch wraps his hand around his prick and gives it a stroke, and it’s really not that strange, really it isn’t.  Just like riding a bicycle, jerking off is, never mind the fact that his brother is three feet behind him, doing exactly the same thing.

They don’t say anything for a while, just beat their meat.  Mitch swears he can feel his brother’s eyes on him, but he doesn’t dare look back.

“Awww, this part’s really hot,” his brother says, and he turns up the volume on the TV.  The white guy is slathering something onto the black chick’s a-hole, and then he’s pressing that big dick inside.  She’s going crazy, moaning out in pain or pleasure, it’s hard to tell which.  Maybe both.

“Yeah.  Shit.  Have you ever seen anything like that?” his brother asks him.

“No,” he says truthfully.  And then Brian does it.  The one thing that, even though it’s subtle, changes the scene completely. He gets up from his chair and pulls it right next to where Mitch is sitting.  So now they’re right there beside each other, beating their cocks, and there’s no pretense about anything now.  His brother is watching him jerk off.  Inviting Mitch to look at him jerking off. And they do this, Mitch taking tentative glances at first, then relaxing as he realizes his brother is gazing steadily at him, the movie all but forgotten.

“Your dick’s pretty big, actually.  Bigger than I remember mine being at your age.”

Brian reaches over and takes Mitch’s dick in his hand.  Time stops.  Mitch has to fight the urge to cum right then and there.  His hands hover right over where he’d been wanking himself, seconds before.  Now his brother is doing it for him, stroking it, looking right at it as he does it, like he’s mesmerized.

So Mitch puts his hands down on the bed.  Leans back, and lets his brother beat him off.  It’s the most incredible thing he’s ever felt.

“You ever have anyone do this before?” Brian asks him.  Mitch shakes his head, shakes the trance.  “My friends and I do this sometimes.  It’s no big deal.”  Brian turns back to the movie, strokes his own cock with his right hand while he strokes his brother’s dick in the other.  “So fucking horny,” he says.

They continue like this for a few minutes that seem to stretch on like hours, the sweat collecting on their bodies, pre-cum flowing and mixing with the sweat so Brian’s palms are slick, pounding their poles in unison.  Mitch wants to feel his brother’s dick, but the chair is too low in relation to the bed to just nonchalantly reach over, without straining a little to reach it, maybe making too much of a show of it, or at least making more deliberate movement that Mitch just isn’t bold enough to make.

“You want to feel mine?”  Brian asks, and he doesn’t give Mitch any time to respond, and Mitch’s thinking in his head that any response, negative or affirmative, would be embarrassing anyway.

Brian stands before him.  And the smell—it had always been present though he’d forgotten to mention it until this point in the story—the smell is overpowering. His brother’s sweat slicked sheen, a clean scent that he said he could still smell in his mind right now.  His brother stands before him, putting his dick right there, ripe for the picking.  Go on, touch, feel, stroke, whatever.  It’s yours.

Mitch tentatively reaches out his hand, touches his fingers to his brother’s dick.  He can’t describe the feeling of that, can’t even try.  But his brother’s dick is hard and smooth and thick hot and sweaty, and he wraps his hand around it, feeling the power there, and he strokes it up and down.  His brother watches him.

“Stand up,” he says, so Mitch stands up, and his brother is right there before him, all the muscular athletic sweetly-smelling mass of him.  Brian takes Mitch’s dick into his hand, and they stroke each other off like that, there in his brother’s room, when nobody’s home.

Nobody’s home, Mitch remembers, and it’s kind of a freeing thought.  It relaxes him a little.  My buddies do this sometimes. It’s no big deal.

They start getting into it, fully involved in the business of getting themselves and each other off.  Mitch reaches down to cup his brother’s balls in his hands, which is vocally appreciated.  Then he runs his hand up to his brother’s flat stomach, feeling it just like he’s felt it in his fantasies, where it’d been so close yet so far.  He runs it across the flat, sweaty tan expanse of it, moving it up up up…suddenly he takes his hand away.  He thinks maybe he’s gone to far, rewrote the rules to suit himself.  Maybe Brian’s buddies keep their hands strictly on each other’s dicks.  How can you be sure?

“No, no, you can,” his brother says, taking his hand and putting it back on his body.  He keeps hold of Mitch’s hand for a minute, running it up and down his chest, across his slab-like pecs, fat nipples and bulging shoulders.  Then Brian lets his hand fall back to his side, and Mitch takes up exploration of his brother’s magnificent body, sliding it across the taut muscles underneath the smoothness of his fresh, sweat-sheened skin.

“You like my body?” his brother asks, and his voice takes on a different tone for the first time.  The question almost sounds like a come-on.  “Feel it,” he says.  “Touch it all you want.  Wherever you want.”  Mitch takes his hand off his brother’s dick, feeling he needs two hands for this job.  Brian raises his arms and puts his hands behind his head, giving Mitch free reign.  His brother’s body is beautiful, a work of art really.  He explores every inch of his chest, down to his stomach, his thick thighs and muscular calves.  He slides his hand back, on to the small of his brother’s back, glides it down to his tight, sweaty ass.  It’s hard as a rock and smooth as marble, and he’s mesmerized.

His hands move back to his brother’s dick, both of his hands wrapped around that pole, and his brother stays like that, hands behind his head.  Do whatever you want.

Mitch sits back down on the bed, both hands still on his brother’s rock hard cock.  He’s thinking it.  He’s definitely thinking it.

“You can suck it if you want,” his brother says in a quiet breath, but still Mitch hesitates.  He’s never sucked a cock before. “Just lick it.  Or put your mouth around the end of it.  Taste it.”  He does all of these things, and in that order.  Soon he’s got the head of his brother’s big, tasty dick in his mouth, and he’s taking it in as far as he can go, relying for direction half on fantasies of what he wants to do, and what he would want done to himself.  “Stroke me while you’re doing it.  Oh yeah.  Fuck yeah,” his brother continues still in a conspiratorial whisper.  Mitch continues and it is amazing, he’s pretty much loving it, but it is kind of new and he is kind of unsure of himself, so he takes his mouth off for a little while and sits back on the bed, waiting for more direction from Brian.

“You want me to suck you?” his brother asks, another of those questions that don’t really need any answer.  His brother gets down on his knees before him, and sucks his cock right into his mouth and down his throat like a vacuum cleaner.  Clearly, he knows what he’s doing, but whether that’s from previous experience or just generally being older and smarter about how to do things, Mitch cannot say.  He kind of suspects the former, though.

The warmth, the slickness of feeling something like a mouth and a tongue slide down your dick—for the first time, no less—well, it’s only a matter of seconds before Mitch’s cum is rising out of his balls.  Brian doesn’t slow down at all, he picks up speed, bobbing up and down on his brother’s prick like it’s going out of style.

“I’m gonna cum,” Mitch manages to squeak out, and whether his brother didn’t hear him or did hear him and didn’t care, or did hear him and didn’t think he was serious, quickly becomes irrelevant.  The cum comes flying out of him, just as surely and unstoppably insistent as the bullet coming out of a gun, and his big brother Brian doesn’t flinch, just sucks away, gulps it down, swallows it all.

Mitch is catching his breath, still, when Brian stands up, his prick looking impossibly even harder, the veins standing out in blood-fattened relief.  Brian says nothing, just holds onto his little brother’s shoulder as he takes hold of his meat, giving it two or three quick, angry strokes before it explodes onto Mitch’s body, searingly hot streams of cum splattering, running down his face and chest. He reaches out his tongue and tastes some of the load of the end of his brother’s prick, finds it’s not half bad.  Very much like his own.  He licks where some of it has collected around his lips.  Very much like his own, but somehow hotter.

Brian steps back and shakes the last few drops of cum onto the carpet.  He wipes his mouth, then grabs a towel from the floor of his closet and wipes his mouth and dick on that.  He hands the towel to Mitch.

“Here,” he says.  “Shit, I covered you.”  He turns off the porn while Mitch wipes the cum off his body, even though he was kind of enjoying the feel of it, covering him.

“Mom and Dad are gonna be home soon,” his brother says.

“Yeah,” he agrees.

“You want to take a shower first?”

“Yeah I guess so,” Mitch says.  He says he wasn’t disappointed that his brother didn’t offer to take a shower with him, even though the thought of it crossed his mind.  It was actually kind of nice to get some distance from him, just come down from it a little.

Everything had changed and nothing had changed, he told me.  They ate dinner that night just like they always had, and afterwards they sat around and watched a movie that their dad had rented.

Nothing happened for the next couple of days, and then it happened again.  It was never discussed, but it kept happening, again and again, all summer long.

Brian moved back to school in August, and never returned to live at home again.  Eventually he got married.

“I’ll never forget any of it,” Mitch told me.  “It was the best summer of my life.  The most crazy, insane, out of control thing that ever happened to me.”

I asked him if it had fucked him up.  He said it hadn’t.  It had felt fine, everything about it, and he never felt like he was fucking up the laws of nature, or anything like that.

But as we drank more beer, I managed to get out of him that he did have some problems being around his brother now, that that was even one of the reasons he was out of the house tonight, drinking his mind away.  His brother was there, at home, still hot as ever, lying with his wife beside him, and still so many things were unclear. He wondered if Brian remembered the things they’d done, and more than that, he wondered how Brian remembered them.

“Sometimes I think I’m still infatuated with him,” Mitch said.  “Sometimes I think, you know, nobody’ll ever measure up.”

We got a motel room and fucked, Mitch and I, that Thanksgiving night.  And even though we were both into it, as drunk and horny as we were, and we both shot enormous loads, I couldn’t help but wonder, as Mitch tasted the remnants of my load off the end of my cock, if it tasted as good to him as his big brother Brian’s had, all those years ago.