Ripe And Lusty

Chance just whistled, then added, still a little short of breath, "Can't believe there's regular sex going on after wrestling practice."

Brock turned to him and grinned, "Shit, dude, don't exercise and rassling around with horny, good-looking guys get YOU all hot and bothered?"

"It sure does."

"Then why be surprised?"

"Why, indeed?" Chance grinned.

"OK, let's see you stretch those big honking muscles of yours."

Chance and Brock slowly rose to go grab a towel from the equipment manager. As they walked back to the mat, Brock followed Chance's lead and folded his singlet down, so both boys could show each other their beautifully-worked upper bodies.

Chance folded his down right to the start of his pubic hair. He looked up to see Brock's gaze riveted there and grinned to himself as he saw the material around Brock's groin rise slightly.

"Damn, you're so fucking sexy, dude," Brock said, throat dry and husky.

Chance sat back down, stretched his legs apart and started his cool down. Brock's eyes were like a laser-shot between Chance's legs. He waited a while before he started his stretching, as Chance's cut, flexing muscles and long, thick cock were too good a show to turn away from.

Reed came over to join them.

"Well, I'm gonna hit it, Chance. You want to come over tonight and see the pics and plan part 2 of the project?"

"Sure," Chance chirped, a little guilty still at what seemed like cheating on Reed. Reed, who could read Chance's mood perfectly, blithely said, "OK, man. Hey, have a good time this afternoon, OK?"

"Thanks!" Chance smiled at him. "What time tonight?"

"How about 6, and we order a pizza?"

"Cool. See ya then."

When Brock gave the nod, they both raced to their lockers. As he predicted the locker room had totally cleared out. Never had either boy undressed faster. Brock beat Chance into the showers; he turned a few on to get the room steamed up.

In a few seconds, Chance's bare feet could be heard slapping on the concrete, as he approached. Brock let out an audible gasp as Chance's perfectly-muscled frame came into view. This object of some of his deepest fantasies this term, now naked here for him to pleasure and be pleasured by: it was dizzying.

His eyes raked down the cut curves of Chance's beautiful, firm torso, stopping to focus on that long, thick, slightly curving cock, half-hard and waggling alluringly between his ripped, bulging quads as he walked through the shower-space towards him. They embraced immediately, cocks pressing into each other and their hands moved fast and hard over each other's firm, wet, young flesh.

They kissed hungrily through the light steam, the jets of water from the showerheads sounding like the rush of each boy's heightened nerves. Brock pulled back to look at Chance, grabbing both their hard cocks together in one hand, to jack slowly.

"That feels mighty nice, dude," Chance sighed deeply.

The boys just admired each other's hard bodies as Brock continued to stroke the two of them. Brock loved the feel of the hard veins running all over Chance's shaft. He traced his fingertips over them lightly. And then, like a visual rhyme, he noticed the gorgeous veins running all along Chance's upper and lower arms.

They were irresistibly lickable. Chance luxuriated in the sensation as Brock traced his tongue up and down one of his arms, ending up slurping around sexily in his arm pit, as he himself worked the older boy's ass. Damn, he was sure ready for his first male fuck. His cock felt good being rubbed next to Brock's, but it was gonna feel a lot better, he knew, pumping in and out of this dude's tight hole.

Brock brought his head out from Chance's pit, loving the feel of his ass being readied for that dick. He let Chance play around back there as he studied the younger stud.

His gaze dwelt on Chance's hips - how the water ran down his massive chest and hard abs, to the cut creases of flesh on either side of his waist, running almost delicately over his hipbones, v'ing down towards that huge, now achingly stiff cock. God, was he a stud.

They were both so heady with the thought of the sex to come, these ripe, lusty boys, like randy colts after their workout, pumped up and ready to shoot some seed.

"I been praying for something like this for weeks, bro," Brock moaned in heat.

"Well, prayer helps, my momma always said."

"Fuck," he cried in deep bodily pleasure, as Chance worked one hand over his cock and balls and another continued to roam over his hard ass-cheeks and up and down his crack, "let's get to it, stud! Fuck my ass, Chance! I gotta feel the best dick I ever seen all up in there."

Chance gently guided Brock against the shower well, rubbing his ass-cheeks sensually. He reached in, turned the older boy's face towards him, and gave him a steamy kiss.

"Fuck, I'm gonna enjoy this, fucking such a hot, built stud as you."

"Me too, dude. Come on, man, I can't wait. Throw me the best fuck you can."

With wet, soapy hands, Chance made sure Brock was open enough, then he guided his huge, twitching dick into the boy's hole. It slipped in slowly but surely, Brock stretching his ass and wiggling back to help it in.

"Goddamn, are you big. And so fucking hard, it feels like a baseball bat in there. Feed me more, dude, I fucking love getting reamed by a big-dicked muscle-stud like you!"