It was 2:25 p.m. in the financial district of a major American city.  Two young men in suits smoked cigarettes outside of the Mutual Trust building.  Rick, the taller one, fixed his dour stare on the newspaper box beside him.  The headlines were black and gaping, an abyss.  The worst financial crisis in the nation since the Great Depression was well underway.

“These are hard times, friend,” Rick said to his associate, Brad.  “I don’t have to tell you that.”

Brad nodded and returned his gaze shoeward.  His soft, sandy-blond features contrasted with Rick’s jet-black hair and stone-cold handsome visage.

“Naomi wants another kid,” Rick continued.  “Our mortgage alone is enough to make your cock shrivel.”

“Trisha wants to get married this spring,” Brad said, flicking ash.  “I don’t want to think of how much money I’ve lost this past week.”

“Neither do I,” Rick said.  He kicked the newspaper box.

“Listen,” Rick said.  He looked from side to side; lowered his voice.  “We both know the economy’s fucked, right?”

“Right.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true.  Parts of it are fucked, but some industries stay strong even in the worst of times.”

“Such as?”

“The black market, man!  Sex and drugs.  People will always pay for that stuff, even more so when times are tough – fleeting pleasures, my friend.”

“What are you saying?” Brad said.

“Listen…I met this guy last week at happy hour.  You could tell he was a real top-dog type just by looking at him – designer clothes, a fifty dollar tip for the waitress…so I asked him what he does.  He said he’s an escort.”

“Really?”

“Said he makes over eight hundred bucks an hour.  Sometimes a thousand just for one night.”

“For one night?  With a girl?”

“Come on now, Brad.”

“Oh,” Brad said, his face filling with the realization.

“What can I say?  He told me clients will pay top dollar for fit young guys like you and me.  This could be real good for the both of us.”

“You’re serious?”

“You got any better ideas?”  Brad sighed.  Rick snubbed out his cigarette.  “Come on, we better get back to work.”

***

Later Rick was putting on his suit jacket when Brad came into his office.

“Hey Rick, before you go… I was thinking about what you said.”

“Yeah?  Shut the door.”

“Well, I was wondering…what do you have to do, exactly, to make that kind of money?”

“I guess it depends.  But I think the real money is if you go all the way.  You know…”

“Take it up the butt?”

“Yeah,” Rick said.

“Geez, I don’t know if I can do that.”

“I know,” Rick said, coming around his desk.

“What if we couldn’t go through with it and ended up backing out?  It would look bad.”

“I suppose we could test it out on ourselves first.  With dildos or something,” Rick said.  Brad shook his head.

“No, that wouldn’t do.  We’d be going at our own pace, not somebody else’s.”

“What do you propose then?” Rick said, shifting his legs to conceal his growing erection.

“What if we try it on each other?  You know, just to see.  And then we’ll know for sure.”

“Right here?”

“Pretty much everyone’s gone.”

“Hold on a second.”  Rick picked up his phone and dialed.  “Honey?” he said into the receiver.  “Yeah, babe, I’m gonna be late again tonight.  I know, I know – I’ll change the reservations for next week.  You know how crazy things have been around here.  I love you.  Bye.”  He turned to Brad.  “That was easy.”

Brad approached his friend.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Brad said.

“We’ll think of it as an experiment.  Like you said, just to see.”

“How do we start?” Brad said.  Rick shrugged.

“Pretend like I’m your fiancé,” Rick said.  Brad chuckled.  Rick took his chin and pulled his face to his.  He kissed him and Brad kissed back.  After a moment Rick slipped his tongue between Brad’s lips.  Brad’s hands reflexively went around Rick’s waist, pulling their bodies close together as their tongues dueled in one another’s mouths.  Their breathing became thick and labored.

“Whoa,” Rick said, breaking apart.  “Okay then.”

“Okay,” Brad said, catching his breath.

“Want to take my clothes off?” Rick said.

“I guess,” Brad said.  “Do me too.”  They slipped off their jackets and reached for each other’s ties.  Brad got Rick’s shirt unbuttoned; he slipped it over the man’s broad shoulders and ran his hands over Rick’s muscled, hairy chest.

“It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked in the gym,” Brad said as he undid Rick’s belt buckle.

“Believe me, you haven’t seen the half of it,” Rick said, and Brad knew he was telling the truth when he slid off Rick’s pants.  He was wearing boxers, and Rick’s towering, uncut cock jutted out of the fly like a arm-sized salami.

“Oh shit,” Brad said.  “How am I going to…”

“Don’t worry about that yet,” Rick said, unbuttoning Brad’s shirt and going for his pants.  Brad wore a skimpy pair of maroon bikini briefs which barely contained his pert, thick boner and plump butt.  Rick slid them off.

“You shave your balls,” Rick said.

“I shave it all.”  Rick turned him around to inspect.  Brad braced himself against the desk.  Rick parted Brad’s cute buttcheeks to reveal a gorgeously hairless pink hole.

“Wow, you really do.”  Brad winked his hole.  Rick, without thinking, extended his tongue and touched it to Brad’s hot hole.  Brad gasped.

“Oh man, what are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” Rick said, and went back in, forcing his tongue against the tight muscle of Brad’s sphincter.  Uncharted territory or not, it was sweet ass, and Rick found himself unable to resist burying his face in it.  Brad reacted in kind, his knees weakening as he pushed back to meet his friend’s insistent tongue.

“Holy shit,” Brad said.  His dick was leaking onto the glossy surface of the desk.  Rick stroked his own juicy cock as he ate out Brad’s butt.

“I guess I could get into that,” Rick said, standing up.  He slapped his hog against Brad’s relaxed hole.

“Are you gonna try fucking me now?” Brad said with some trepidation.  Rick gave his cute ass a slap.

“No, friend.  You get the first piece,” Rick said.  He switched places with Brad, propping one leg up on the desk to reveal his muscled, spread-wide ass.  His crack had a brush of dark hair that ringed his tight, inviting asshole.  He looked back at Brad and winked.  “You better take it slow, though, cause if you’re rough on me I’ll be rough on you.”

Rick handed him a tube of hand cream and a condom from his desk drawer.

“I-I’ll do my best,” Brad said, rolling on the condom and rubbing the hand cream on his rubbered cock.  He squirted another glob onto his fingertip and brought it to Rick’s asshole.  Rick groaned.  “Oh man, it’s really tight.  Are you sure this is gonna work?”

“It’s a hole, isn’t it?  Yeah I’m sure.”  Brad stepped forward and poised his cockhead at the entrance to Rick’s ass.

“Here goes nothing,” he said, grabbing onto Rick’s hips and pushing forward.  First his cockhead flattened against Rick’s unyielding hole, then the head was gobbled up inside.  Rick gasped.  “You okay?” Brad said, and Rick nodded.  Brad rested for a second, then sunk a bit more in.  He moved slowly, appreciating the absolute tightness of this young businessman’s rosebud.  His cock stretched Rick’s hole gradually but fully, expanding around the thick base of his shaft until Brad was balls deep.  Rick’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“It’s okay?” Brad said.

“Yeah.”

“More than okay?”

“I guess I know why some guys like it.  It’s a whole new sensation…but kinda fuckin alright.”  Brad arched his hips backward, the hot vice grip of Rick’s hole tight as a tourniquet.  When his cockhead was poised to exit he pistoned the whole of his meat right back into Rick’s ass.  Rick grunted.

“Feels pretty singular for me.  You’re tight as hell,” Brad said.

“A virgin…” Rick said.

“Shit…”  Brad worked his hips, giving another thrust, then another.  Soon Rick was backing up to meet him, bringing them to a slapping, flapping rhythm.  Brad reached his arms around Rick’s broad torso, feeling his furry chest and hard-rubber nipples.  He yanked on them, working his cock into Rick’s butt in fluid mechanical motions.

“Oh man, fuck me,” Rick said.  “Fuck my ass.”

“Don’t say that,” Brad said breathlessly.  “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Dump your load in me,” Rick said.  “I’m gonna cum too.”  Brad had a tight grip on Rick’s ass as he worked his cock in and out.  Then with a final thrust, he held himself inside, his nuts scrunching up and pulsing as he shot stream after stream of scorching cum into the condom, high inside his friend’s virgin ass.

At the same time, Rick gave his heavy half-hard cock some steady pumps.

“Fuuuck,” he cried, and a loping rope of cum shot out of him in time with one of Brad’s thrusts, shooting across his desk calendar.  The next shot landed in his pencil jar.  His ass bore down on Brad’s cock like a blood pressure cuff, each squeeze sending another jet of cum out of his cock.

When Rick was finished he looked back at Brad.  “Did you shoot?” Rick asked.

“Yeah, man.” Rick grimaced as they pulled apart.  Brad removed the rubber and showed Rick the full load inside.  He looked down at the desk in front of Rick.  “Wow.  Getting fucked made you shoot a lot.”

“You’re about to find out how much,” Rick said, a sly glint in his eyes.

“We’ll need some time to recover – get hot again, right?” Brad said.

“We got hours, friend.  As much time as we need,” Rick said, and they came together, kissing tenderly, their cocks dripping on their black-socked feet.

***

Two hours later there were three used condoms on the floor, each one holding a little less cum than the last.  Brad was on all fours on top of the desk, Rick behind him, giving it to his butt hard and fast as he worked on filling a forth condom.

“Oh…oh…oh my God,” Brad said, resting his torso onto the desk but keeping his little butt spread out wide behind him.  He had his fist on his rock-hard cock, jerking lightly so as not to lose it too soon.  He wasn’t sure how many more loads his ass could pull out of Rick’s nuts, and he wanted this fuck to last.

“Your fucking ass…it’s so tight…I can’t get enough,” Rick said.  His body was gleaming with sweat.  He rested his chest onto Brad’s smooth back, biting his neck as he long-dicked his hole.

“Fuck me harder,” Brad said.  He never could have imagined this side of himself, this intense desire to be filled and fucked.  Rick was doing his best to keep up; the two of them long past the initial experiment and now embarking on a new goal:  How long could Brad take it up the ass in one night, and how many times would Rick be able to give it to him?

“You’re fucking insatiable,” Rick said, grabbing a tight hold of Brad’s slim hips.  He watched his thick prick piston in and out of his friend’s willing butt, his heavy nuts slapping the underside.  The smooth small of Brad’s back was arched, his butt spread out before Rick as an offering, a monument for him to defile at will.  Brad tightened his hole. “Gonna make me cum,” Rick groaned.

Brad took a tighter grip around his cock, letting his orgasm rise as Rick increased the speed of his thrusts.

“Oh yeah, shoot it, I’m ready, oh fuck – ”  Brad said, losing his voice as his cock began dribbling creamy cum over his fingers.  His ass pulsed tight as he shot, and Rick gave a final push, crying out as his overworked cock eked out a final orgasm deep into Brad’s hot butt.

Brad flopped back on to the desk.  Rick laid next to him.

“I guess that wasn’t so bad,” Brad said.  It only took a minute before he was laughing at his own understatement.  Soon Rick was laughing with him.

“We’re so in the money, friend,” Rick said.

“I can buy Trisha that engagement ring.”

“Fuck, we can buy each other engagement rings if we want to.”

“Aww…you’d do that for me?” Brad said.  Rick looked him in the eyes.

“You bet I would, friend.”  Rick pulled him in for a kiss.  As they made out, their cocks impossibly hardened yet another time.  Rick broke his mouth away.  He humped his hot rod against Brad’s.  “Think your ass can go another round?”

“I think so,” Brad said, already lifting his ankles.

“I mean we might as well enjoy ourselves,” Rick said, grabbing another rubber and snapping it on his cock.  “Since we’re off the clock and everything.”

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.

***

So now you’ve heard what the Bodyperfect did for Kevin, Dino, and Tank – but maybe you’re wondering if it can do the same for you?

All we can say is that if you want a smoother, sexier chest; a cut-looking, hairless back; bounteous balls and a thicker, longer-looking cock, there is only one product that will do it – the Norancorp® Bodyperfect.

Order today, and get the kind of sexy and sizzling body you’ve always admired on other men.

For me, an ideal Saturday night means going out and getting tanked with my buds while trying to rail as many chicks as possible.  Hey, I’m a hot young dude in my prime – why not make the most of it?

But as vice president of my frat I’ve inherited certain responsibilities – one of which is to attend the annual chapter meeting.  I wasn’t looking forward to it.  Even though some of my brothers were going, it would mostly be a bunch of old fogies – all former Phi Kaps – shuffling around the Dayton Holiday Inn.  Can you blame me for not being excited?

I checked in on Saturday afternoon and went to meet the group at the pool.  I’m not sure what I was expecting – something like the geriatric ward, I guess – but it actually wasn’t too bad.  The guys welcomed me warmly, and they had a ton of beer and food.  We had the whole back patio to ourselves, and I was having a pretty good time bullshitting with the guys and getting a buzz on.

There was one guy in particular – Joe Siriani was his name.  Though he was probably in his forties or something, he was in really good shape.  He was muscular, and had thick dark hair and a handsome face.  Now, I’m known as a pretty hot dude – I’ve got a tight little body that I work out regularly, and chicks go nuts over my dimples when I smile – but this guy looked like a real man should look, like a movie star or something, you know?

More than that, you could tell he’d been top dog in his day, and most of the guys still treated him that way.  He was leaning up against the picnic table in his trunks, his thick thighs crossed, slugging a beer just as cool as could be while guys hovered near him like moths around a light bulb.

We had dinner that night and afterwards a bunch of us ended up in Joe’s room.  We were doing shots of 151 and getting pretty loaded.  I guess I was hanging around Joe a lot because the guy he was rooming with, Owen, started teasing me about it.

“Looks like someone’s getting lucky tonight,” he slurred to Joe, who just shrugged it off.

A half-hour later Owen was face down on the floor, leaving me and Joe alone, sitting across from each other on the bed.

“How often do you work out?” Joe asked.  Earlier we’d stripped back down to our swim trunks.  “You’ve got a great body.”

“Thanks.  I go five days a week – legs Mondays and Wednesdays, upper body the rest of the time.”

“Five days a week.  Christ.  To be young again, you know?”

“Actually, you’ve got a really nice body for…y’know.”

“For what?  An old fart?”  He laughed and leaned in to me.  I couldn’t help admiring the way his tight stomach curled inward.  “It’s okay.  I remember what it was like. Back in my day…well, you wouldn’t believe the pussy I used to pull.”

“You seem like you could still get some.  You’ve got all that hair on your chest…I mean, guys today usually shave theirs, but it looks good on you.”

“You shave yours?”

“Yeah,” I said, and Joe reached out to feel it.  “I’m naturally pretty smooth, but I still shave some places,” I added.   Joe’s hands moved down to my stomach.

“Do you shave…down there?” he asked.

“Yeah…I pretty much keep it trimmed.”  Joe dropped his hand and leaned back.  I reached forward to feel his chest, running my fingers through the coarse hair on his muscles.

“Truthfully speaking,” Joe said, “this body wasn’t the only thing that pulled the pussy.  If you know what I’m getting at.”  With a smirk, he nodded toward his lap.  I could see something pretty big rustling in his red trunks.  In fact, I’d sort of noticed it all day.

“I’m uncut, too,” Joe continued.  “You might think that would weird chicks out, but every girl I ever fucked fucking loved it.”

“Uncut…” I said dumbly, my hand on his stomach, my eyes on his crotch.  “That’s crazy…”

“Not really – it’s natural.  You’ve seen one?”

“Not up close, really.”

Joe reached for his waistband and pulled it down, first revealing his bush of dark pubes, then his thick dick resting against his thigh.  He tucked the band under his nuts, which were also pretty big, and held his cock upward.  It was a big one, that was for sure – also thick and smooth.  His foreskin mostly covered the tip, but a little pink bit of cockhead peeked out from the top.  I thought – I dunno.  I just thought it was a really handsome dick.

But then I couldn’t find the words.

“The ole Siriani sword, they used to say,” Joe said.  “Still half-sheathed.”  He pulled down his foreskin.  The head looked really moist.  He pulled it back up again like it was a turtleneck, demonstrating for me.

“You can try it, too,” he said.  I’m not sure why, but I took it in my hand.  Man it was enormous – really warm, too.  I skinned it back then forward.  Joe let out his breath.  I did it again.

“You keep doing that, buddy, and we’ll get along just fine.”

“What if Owen wakes up?” I said.

“Ain’t happening.  Be grateful – he’d probably want a turn at it himself.”

I kept at it, and as I relaxed I got into it more.  I leaned forward to get a better grip, stroking him all the way down his shaft.  Nobody’d ever let me explore their body like this before.  It was pretty cool.

I cupped his balls – they were so beefy and heavy.  All the hair on his crotch looked great.  I wondered if I should start letting mine grow out.

“What’s frat life like these days?” Joe said, still with that smirk.  “You ever go down on your buddies?”

“No way.”

“That’s too bad.  You know I wouldn’t mind.”  I gave him a sideways look.  “Hey,” he continued, “I’m not gonna judge you.  If you aren’t interested, you aren’t interested.”  He reached for his waistband.

“I’ll…I’ll try it,” I said, even though I’d sorta been thinking about it ever since he’d hauled it out.  Joe smiled and rested back on his elbows.  I leaned down, feeling the heat of his prick next to my face.  Then I took the head between my lips.  I swabbed my tongue over the hard glans and under his chewy foreskin.  It was actually pretty sexy.

“That’s it,” Joe said, resting a hand on the back of my head.  “Really go down on me now.”  He guided me as I took as much of his cock as I could into my throat. “Fuck yeah, that’s nice.”

My own cock was hard and bobbing in my trunks.  I kept slurping up and down on Joe’s cock, doing it the way I’d always wanted a chick to do me.  You know that old thing about how only a guy could know what feels good for another guy?   I think it might be true.  I used my tongue hard against the underside, sucking tight and keeping my teeth away.  I was getting almost all the way down to the base, to where I was choking on it a little.

“You’re doing a great job.  Man, I haven’t had head this good since college,” Joe said.

I went for broke and licked his nuts.  The scent of his crotch bore a trace of his cologne, along with something deeper.  I buried my face in his balls, rolling his sack over my nose, getting my tongue underneath and licking his taint.  It was even muskier back there, but also clean and chlorinated.

Then Joe lifted my head out of his lap.  “I want you to try something,” he said and rolled on to his stomach, spreading his legs so I was between them.  He lifted his ass up – a nice bubble butt; toned and firm – showing off his lightly hairy crack and pink crevice.

“I want you to try eating my ass out.  That’s something I definitely haven’t had for years.  You game?”  I could see how hard his dick still was from the way his taint bulged out.  I put my hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart.

“Just get your face in there, try it.”  I got closer.  The smell was even muskier than what I’d gotten from his balls, but it was kinda turning me on.  I bit at the cheeks of his butt, running my tongue along their curves, getting more turned on by the minute.  No girl had ever eaten my ass – I probably wouldn’t have let them if they’d tried.  But with Joe it felt okay.  I ran my tongue down his crack, finally touching it to his asshole.  It was slick and totally hot.  Joe groaned.

“Holy Christ,” he said as I dug my tongue into his pucker.  “Oh man, that’s fucking fantastic.  Just rim around it.  Now spear it in.  Fuck, that’s superb.”  Joe started grinding his ass against my face.  Then he was humping the bed, working his dick against the mattress and bucking back to jam his hole on my tongue.  My face never left his tight butt.

“I think I could cum just from you doing that,” Joe said, and turned back over.  I wiped my mouth, and Joe reached forward and slid my shorts down.  My eyes rolled back in my head when he started stroking my dick.  His other fingers slipped underneath my balls.   “You want to know how it feels, getting a rim job?”  I nodded.  “Turn over on your stomach.  Or yeah – get on all fours.”

I reached back and spread my ass out for him.  Just doing that, feeling the air hit my hole, was turning me on big time.

“Oh man, you shave back there too?  Fuckin hot,” Joe said.  He ran his finger up and down my crack a couple of times.  I thought I’d jump out of my skin when it came in contact with my hole, but Joe just kept at it.  He got down then, sucking and biting at my butt cheeks like I’d done with him.  He slowly ran his tongue down my crack, and finally flicked it against my hole.  Lemme tell yeah – I’ve never felt anything like that before.  It was a totally new buzz, one that was separate from my cock but somehow connected, too.  Joe pressed his tongue harder to my asshole, jamming it inside.  He was going deeper and deeper, getting his whole face into it, his scratchy jaw chafing against my butt.  I couldn’t get enough.

“You’ve got such a hot ass,” Joe said before plunging his tongue back in.  Then he reared back and brought his fat cock against my butt, slapping his meat against it.  I couldn’t help it, it felt fucking great.  I pushed back against him as he rode his cock along my crack.

“Oh yeah baby.  You want ole Joey to fuck you?  I brought condoms.”

“Joe I – I dunno…”

“Relax buddy.  I’m pretty much a pro at this.”  He laid down on my back, wrapping his arms around my neck and putting his lips to my ear.  “It’s gonna feel so good for both of us, wait and see,” he whispered as he humped my rear.  He stuck his tongue in my ear.  “Gonna fuck you all night, if you want.”

I arched my back, lifting my butt up to meet his thrusts.  His cock started jabbing against my hole, the end of it pressing hard against me until I felt like it was going inside.  Then he pressed even harder and I knew he was inside, cause it hurt like hell.  He held me still, just letting me get used to it.  Then he pulled out.

“You just wait,” he said, snapping on a rubber.  He had a tube of lube too.  “Seriously, you’re gonna get screwed by the best.  Gonna cum so hard you’ll want it all over again.  Trust me.”

He flipped me on my back and propped my ankles on his shoulders.  He got my ass lubed up and slowly slipped his finger inside.  Honestly, once I got used to it, it felt fucking incredible.  I felt like I could cum just from having it up there.  He took it out and grabbed me by the hips.

“Brace yourself,” he said, pressing his dick to me again.  This time, I took it more easily.  He gave me some time to breath, then sank more inside.  At some point I stopped realizing it was going inside, and next thing I knew his balls were pressed against my ass.  I probably would’ve taken even more if he’d had it, at that point.  I felt so full, but I wanted to be filled up even more.

“Oh, shit.  That feel good to you?” Joe said.

“Yeah, it’s good,” I said.  He pulled out and sank it back in.  A little squeal escaped my lips.

“Baby, your ass is gripping my cock so tight,” he said, looking in my eyes.  He worked it in and out, a little faster.  I gasped each time he hit bottom.

He worked it so steadily, I thought I really must be getting fucked by the best.  He had techniques I’d never considered – like keeping the head right at the entrance, working the tip in and out in quick little jabs that felt incredible.  Then he’d deep thrust slowly, letting me feel every inch of him going inside.  I was rock hard.  Joe took hold of my cock, working it as he worked my ass over.

“You’re giving Joey the ride of his life, buddy.  Seriously, I haven’t had ass this sweet in years.”  He was so composed, his muscles flexing with each thrust, his whole body working in tandem.  He didn’t treat me like just another hole (which is truthfully how I think of a lot of the chicks I screw).  He ran his hands all over my body, calling me “baby” and working my dick steadily.  I knew I was going to lose it soon.  Joe must’ve sensed it.

“You gonna cum for me?  Just go ahead and lose it, I wanna see you shoot a load with my dick up inside you.”

“Fuck man, I can’t help it—”  I barely got out the words before the first rope of jizz shot out of my dick, arching over my head and landing on the pillow and on my lips.  I don’t think I’ve ever shot that hard.  Each time Joe bottomed out in me, I let loose another blast.  It splattered on my pecs and stomach.  Joe rubbed it in my skin, mixing it with my sweat.  His rubbed it on my lips, then slipped his finger in my mouth.  I licked it clean.  Then he licked the rest of my load off of his hand.

“Mmm…fuck yeah.  Dude, I’m gonna cum too.”  He grabbed my hips hard, rocking his cock in me mercilessly.  “Get ready buddy, gonna cream inside of you – AH! FUCK!”  His fingers dug into my hips as he held his cock deep inside me.  I could feel it pulsing as he lost his load.  His face was contorted in a look of pure pleasure.  I thought it pretty awesome that I could make him feel that way.

Joe pulled out and laid his sweaty body on mine.  One second he was bringing his ever-smirking face next to mine, and I thought he’s gonna kiss me.  Then he was kissing me, working his tongue in my mouth, his rock-hard jaw locked against my face.  I brought my tongue out to meet his.  It made me deliriously horny, even though I’d just shot.  Joe rubbed his still-hard and juicy dick against my stomach as we made out, and it was then that I knew I was going to get it more than once tonight – maybe even more.

So my boring Saturday night hadn’t turned out so bad after all.  Who knew that bonding with the older brothers could be so fucking cool?

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.