You're Gay?!

Finally, Chance drew back and said, "Sorry, dude, I got carried away. Damn, though, you do look hot as hell with the piercings and that tattoo. We're gonna get your chest built up a bit and then those rings and gonna be even hotter! OK, let's see your lower body!"

"Dude, lemme just say that messing around with my tits got me a little hard, so don't mind my stiffy, OK?"

"No problem, man," and Chance started stroking his meat again, which was visibly harder and sticking away from his body. "And seeing a hot skaterboy like you is kinda getting me all hot and bothered."

Cain laughed at what he thought was Chance's teasing and kicked off his shoes, took off his socks, then pulled down his jeans.

Chance whistled, "Nice drawers!" Cain had on a pair of boxer briefs that were black cotton with a thick black waistband that had a cool pattern running across it, markings that kinda looked like the tattoo on his back. His semi-hard dick was easy to make out. About 6, maybe 7 inches, Chance thought, eying it eagerly.

"Hey thanks, man!" Cain was so digging this! Being manly with a cool athlete. Damn, he felt like a stud. Fuck, he really liked hanging with Chance. Were they gonna do more of this kinda stuff as Chance helped him get muscular? This kinda guys-being-guys stuff? Fuck, that would be cool.

He felt so at ease and comfortable around this great-looking guy. He turned his back to Chance as he stripped off his boxers, knowing that if Chance dug his nipple-piercing and tat, he would love his p.a. He threw the shorts aside and turned, "Well, whaddya think?"

"AW SHIT, DUDE! NO FUCKIN' WAY!" Chance was on it in a minute, feeling the cock tip so gently, almost reverently, letting his fingers trace over and over the ball-ornamented metal ring that stuck out from below his piss-slit. Dang, that's cool, Cain thought, he's not embarrassed to touch another guy's dick; it's just appreciating another guy's body with him, nothing more; how hip is that?

"Aw Cain, this is about the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life! How the hell did you dream up the idea to do this?"

Now Chance was holding the shaft up towards him with one hand, still tracing the cocktip and his jewelry with the other.

"I didn't dream it up, dude," Cain said happily, enjoying the attention from Chance, looking down and loving the sight of his own cock in this big stud's hand, and seeing Chance's own long dick start getting hard.

Jocks must think nothing about feeling each other's cocks and shit. They're like way used to it. Damn, he thought to himself, this was the kind of attention he thought he'd get when he pierced it! Sure, who wouldn't want to check it out? This was way cool!

"It's called a 'prince albert,' named after Queen Victoria's husband or something. He did it so it would feel better when he fucked her, I think. Lot's of guys have them. All my friends do."

"Oh fuck, Cain, it's about the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Chance said quietly, still messing with it. "Damn, imagine getting fucked with this thing on the end of your dick. Fuck, man. I would love to feel that."

And now Chance was seriously playing with the tip of Cain's dick, and not just holding his shaft, but stroking it slowly up and down, and reaching further down to cup his balls every now and then, too.

Damn, it's almost like he's jerking me off or something, thought Cain, who was instantly rock hard and teetering further into the woozy zone than he'd been all this time with Chance.

"You should get one, dude," he said shakily, "and then you . . . could feel what it's like . . . to fuck a chick with . . . one of these." Cain couldn't stop sliding into the zone; he loved getting jacked off by this incredibly built muscle-hunk.

"No, dude. I mean, I would love to feel what it's like to have this thing at the end of a cock up my ass," and Chance now had one hand grabbing Cain's balls and turning them round and round in his hand, then moving his fingers up into Cain's asscrack every once in a while. With his other hand he was stroking Cain's rock-hard 7 inches with one thought on his mind.

Cain tried to keep himself from teetering into the brink of sheer ecstasy until he could get things sorted out.

"Your ass? Dude, are you shitting me? You're gay?"

"Damn straight, Cain, and there is nothing I want more right now than to have this incredible cock reaming my ass. Oh please, dude, you have to fuck me."

Chance was down on his knees in a minute, guiding this lovely new toy into his mouth.

"OH JESUS FUCK, CHANCE!! THIS IS TOO FUCKING MUCH!!" Cain cried in utter bliss.

"Mmmmmm," Chance said as he made incredible love to the pierced tool he just had to feel in his ass. His tongue played around over and over with the little metal ornament.

He grasped Cain's dick by the base, firmly squeezing his balls in his big hand, as his tongue dug deep into the pierced piss-slit.

He remembered what Cain said about the hotwire from his nips to his cock, so with his other hand he reached up to play with the boy's pierced tits.

"AW SHIT, Chance! I never been with a dude like this before! Aw but man, I'm gonna bust a nut in a second! OH GOD, this is so fucking hot, man! Fuck, dude, you are so fucking gorgeous. I fucking love being naked with you, dude. And your cock is so fucking beautiful. God, man, I just wanna hold it and kiss it and suck it."

Chance got up and kissed Cain deeply. "Dude, you are such a hot guy. So fucking good-looking. Man, I'm glad we hooked up. Come on, lie down!"