Gay Erotic Stories

School’s OUT- HOT

"Mr. Clark?" he said, is this okay right here?

“Yeah, that works," replied Mr. Clark smiling at his favorite former student. "That’s fine," as Jason turned around to put the box down Clark looked at Jason's ass and back. Jason was wearing a shirt over a white tank, shorts. Where his shorts ended on his thigh the edge of black boxer briefs were visible hugging his leg. Jason wiped his forehead and removed his outer shirt revealing just the tight white tank. His nipples were semi-erect. The cloth curved up and around his young pecs, outlined the bottom curve of his upper chest muscles and clung to his sweaty stomach, lean, and rounded to shape his back perfectly. He stretched and his chest and back muscles moved as his arms were raised exposing his meaty arm pits. “What’s next? When do I get a massage?”

“Yeah right, the massage person will be around at 1:00 am. I’ll buy you a late dinner for your troubles though.” Clark and many other teachers were moving their classroom at the end of the year. Jason volunteered to help. Clark offered Jason to leave all ready, it was almost 8:30 on a Friday night and they were still unpacking. Everyone had long left for the summer. Clark wanted to get as much done now and Jason understood this drive. Clark was one of Jason’s favorite teachers. They both had developed a mutual understanding and respect. Jason had graduated and wanted to come back and help. Over the years the two had formed a friendship. Clark coached him in track and advised him in the student council. Clark taught Jason his freshman year and had him in two elective classes in the following years. They knew each other, how they thought and viewed the world. In a sense they had been studying each other, enjoying each other’s company and learning from each other. They respected the other’s personality and knew their sense of humors. They knew each other’s quirks and worked well together. At graduation they had reached an understanding. It was now okay for them to view each other as deep friends and not teacher to student.

Jason rubbed his stomach and stood near Clark who was sorting through files in a box. Jason knew he was gay and grew to accept it in high school. He was not open about it to most people. His close friends knew and it just wasn’t a big deal to them. Jason thought Clark knew about it although they had never talked about it. Jason also thought Clark was gay. The signs were there. He wanted to talk to Clark about it, but didn’t know how to bring it up. Jason also knew that he more than respected Clark; he wanted to talk with him about homosexuality because it would turn him on. Jason wanted to experiment with Clark. He trusted and respected him and wanted a good teacher in the sack as much as in the classroom. In the last year moments of their meetings had been a little awkward because, so Jason thought, they both knew they wanted each other. Jason thought Clark was checking him out a few times and he was sure Clark caught him giving his body the once-over. Jason caught sight of Clark with his shirt off once late after a practice in the parking lot and was more than impressed by the site. Clark was not new to teaching, but he was only 29. Clark was built well. His body was tight and toned throughout years of active sports, but he was not over done or too bulky. Clark filled out the front of his shirts well. He had a cute bubble butt, Jason thought, and he noticed how this legs and thighs were nicely hairy and tight when he wore shorts to events. Jason has seen some chest hair when Clark had the top two buttons of his teacher shirts undone. He even had erect nipples through the shirts sometimes. In the parking lot Clark had some fur covering his pecs and down into a wide trail to his navel, where the dark hair fanned down into his waist band under his hip bones.

His arms were thick and his shoulders bulked up. His waist was lean and Jason knew he had a decent package in track pants and shorts. Clark’s hair was closely trimmed, his jaw square, although he had a baby face with a dark complexion and dark eyes. His eyes were dark and made him seem tougher than he really was. He was about 5’9” and 185 lbs according to the scale in the locker rooms. Jason fantasized about Mr. Clark wearing nothing but a jock strap weighing himself on the old fashioned scale with Jason, in front of the scale naked, moving the weights back and forth. He actually fantasized about Clark doing many things. Even though he could admit he liked his mentor’s body, he knew that his affection went deeper than that. He just really liked Clark. He was understanding and checked in with Jason like a friend, and coached him in all aspects of his life. Jason could also admit to himself that he was helping with the move because he didn’t want to say goodbye to Mr. Clark. Well, he also was hoping to make a move on Clark and find out if his instincts about Clark were correct. He stayed late hoping to get some alone time with his mentor. Clark once gave him a quick back massage in the locker room once. He started innocently, others were there and it just seemed natural, no one noticed. Jason sensed that Clark enjoyed it and didn’t want to stop with his shoulders. If he could do this again when they were alone, maybe more could happen.

Back in the half-moved classroom, Jason moved closer to Clark from behind and put his hands on Clark’s shoulders. His large hands cupped his shoulders and vigorously rubbed them. Jason liked the look of Clark’s tight blue t-shirt. Teachers had dressed informally to move and Clark was wearing a tight weathered blue beach shirt, khaki shorts and sneakers. He was in good shape. The outline of his chest was tight and clear under the blue short. He was trim but his shoulders and arms were a decent bulk from working out, his side jobs, etc. He had short brown hair and touches of gray here and there. His face sported stubble.

Jason was wearing cargo shorts and sandals. The setting sun from the windows made the sandy colored hair on his head, arms, and legs glisten. His upper chest showed a scattering of small chest hairs. Jason had grown a lot in ninth and tenth grade. His arms, thighs, and chest were bigger. He thought about shaving his chest to keep it completely smooth, but did not want to bother. He was proud of his body and also didn’t want to get picked on. Jason continued his shoulder rub. “Well, I’m a bit stiff. I can tell you’re ready to relax too.” Clark rolled his shoulders under Jason’s hands and breathed in deeply. “I can tell you’ve done this before, good grip,”

“Yeah, I was one of the trainers on the football team,” Jason added.

“Right, said Clark, “I forgot. Well, the practice has served you well. If you want to go, I can get the rest done quickly. You’ve done more than enough to help, I really appreciate it.” “Hey no problem. It’s nice to help move and get a sense of closure here a bit. It’s also cool to hang out and say goodbye too.”

Clark turned around. Jason naturally lowered his hands from Clark’s back but they stood close together. Jason looked at Clark’s chest and then into his eyes. The moment was awkward.

Clark said, “I’m going to miss you Jason.” Clark not only appreciated Jason’s personality, intelligence, responsibility, and his sense of humor, he also appreciated the young man he had grown into. Clark often caught himself gazing at Jason in his tight track suit or tried to look beyond his shirts to see the shape of his body. One day Jason had worn a t-shirt he had ripped and fashioned into a muscle shirt with loose fitting sleeves. Clark could see his shoulders and his chest from the ripped sides of the shirt. Clark stared at his nipples and toned body. The shorts rode low and showed off his tight abs and trail of golden hair into the top of his brief’s waistband. Clark had a hard time focusing on normal conversation that day. Clark tried to regain focus on the present with Jason standing right in front of him sweating into his tank from the humidity. “I can’t thank you enough for today and for getting to know you.”

“Me too, well I mean, it’s been great hanging out with you too. You’ve been more than a teacher, but a great friend.” Jason leaned in and hugged Clark, his strong arms wrapping around Clark’s manly body. Because they were so close, Jason’s body leaned completely into Clark. His pecs and hip bones pressed into Clark. His crotch and thighs pushed against Clark’s thighs. Clark was surprised for a moment but hugged back.

The side of his face and his chin fell on Jason’s bare right shoulder where the strap from his tank top ended. They hugged for a moment and Clark went to break it, although he loved the feel of their bodies lining up. Clark wanted to grind his hips into Jason, but couldn’t. The feel of his body so hot and wet and tight against his was driving him nuts. He never thought he’d be this close to Jason. He was starting to get aroused by it.

Clark lifted his hands and again went to move back. Jason lifted his hands letting them slide away from Clark’s shoulders, feeling Clark’s muscles. He did not move away, his stomach and crotch were still pressed against his teacher’s body. Clark was about to try to move apart again when Jason leaned his face in and suddenly kissed his teacher’s mouth.

Jason’s hands moved to Clark’s neck and up to cradle his face and he sweetly puckered against Clark. Clark’s hands instinctively grasped Jason’s waist and lower back. Jason could feel Clark’s arousal against his own cock. He turned his head sideways and continued the kiss Clark’s neck and started to rock his waist into Clark’s. Clark looked up with his eyes closed and involuntarily moaned softly. He breathed in deeply and leaned into Jason. Before he had a chance to shove Jason back and compose himself, Jason’s left hand moved down to Clark’s inner thigh and began to brush the hair just under the seam of his shorts. Jason’s right hand cupped Clark’s left pectoral and his thumb outlined his nipple through the tight blue shirt. His mouth continued to need his neck. Clark succumbed to the feelings for a moment, cleared his throat and grasped Jason’s sturdy shoulders. With all the will he could muster, Clark pushed Jason away giving space between their bodies. Clark’s heart was thumping hard and he took a few breaths before speaking. Jason breathed in and out hard too, his chest heaving up and down. His hard on visible tented under his cargo shorts. “Jason…” Clark was still trying to compose himself and had a serious look on his face, but Jason spoke first…

“Mr. Clark, I want you…and I want to be with you…I know you…liked what I was doing. We’re both adults and I want to…I want to know what it’s like to be with…you.”

“Jason, it’s more complicated than that, than this. I can’t.,”

Jason stepped forward and situated himself in between Clark’s thighs again. He took Clark’s hands in his own and outlined his fingers. He looked into Clark’s eyes and placed Clark’s hands on his chest. Clark could feel Jason’s hard chest through the moist tank top. Jason rubbed Clark’s hands across his tight pecs to the form fitting edge of his tank. Clark’s fingers felt the edge against the side curve of Jason’s pecs. His skin was hot and smooth. Clark moved his hands over the lumps where his nipples were erect under the tank. Jason kept eye contact with Clark as his hands roamed across his chest. Jason whispered, “Take my shirt off.”

Clark looked back into his eyes and breathed hard, Jason could feel his hear beating. Jason leaned his mouth just in front of Clark’s. Clark could smell Jason’s sweat and cologne. Jason inhaled and said, “Please. I want you to touch me.” Jason moved Clark’s hands down to his waist where the end of his tank fit just above his crotch. Clark grasped the edge and began to peel the tight tank up. Sweat had caused the shirt to cling snugly against Jason’s tan skin.

Clark pushed his palm against the revealed skin to the left and right of Jason’s navel. Clark felt the fuzz that surrounded Jason’s navel. It was gold colored and trim. Clark ran his hands up to under Jason’s rib cage, peeling the shirt up. Jason raised his thick arms up, smoothing out his upper chest and revealing this blond arm pit hairs. Clark continued moving his hands up under Jason’s shirt feeling up his pecs. His palms brushed the hard nipples, flicking some of the hairs on his pecs. He hands moved up and wrapped Jason’s meaty shoulders, lifting the shirt up until he finally flipped the tank over Jason’s head and over his raised arms. Jason stretched his arms up, arched his back, causing his abs to tighten. Clark placed his hands on Jason’s chest and felt his accelerated heart beat. Jason dropped his arms, bulking his chest out in Clark’s hands. Clark grabbed J’s pecs and rubbed his hands up and down smoothing the scattered blond hairs across his young bare chest. “This feels great Mr. Clark. Are you okay?”

Clark breathed in, closed his eyes, his hands still moving on their own up and down Jason’s bare chest. “Jason, I want this. God,yes this, you feel so good. But this isn’t right. We shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t what? Shouldn’t enjoy each other? We’re both adults. We both want this. Don’t worry, I don’t want a relationship. I just want to feel you and be with you once… I want you to teach me what it’s like to do this. I want you to help me be a man.”

With that Jason leaned in and kissed Clark on the lips again. Their lips puckered into each other, their upper lips grinding. Their stubble scrapped their faces. Jason tilted his head and opened his mouth. He pushed his tongue into Clark’s mouth where their tongues met and lapped each other. Clark’s mouth gave up and they open mouth kissed and licked each other. Their tongues washed their mouths as they breathed together, wrapping their hands around each other.

Clark’s hands wound around Jason’s bare back, feeling the hunched muscles as he pushed against them, bring them closer. Jason’s hands grabbed at the t-shirt stretched across Clark’s back. His hands gripped it, his hips bucked into Clark’s crotch. Jason breathed in and as he did, waved his taught thighs, stomach, and then chest into Clark’s body. Has Jason’s chest moved up and stretched into Clark, his hands separated and ripped Clark’s tight shirt in the back. They both gasped and came up for air. “We can’t do this here,” Clark whispered. “We should go someplace to…talk this out. God, this is hot.” Jason wiped his mouth gingerly and began to rub his stomach with his hands. “I don’t want to talk” he said. With that he grasped Clark’s hands and stood him up to full height. He placed his hands on Clark’s stomach, bent down and placed his mouth on his shirt where his left nipple lay underneath. He breathed out creating a hot sensation on Clark’s chest through the blue cotton fabric. Jason’s hands moved up Clark’s abs to the center of his chest. He looked up and smiled at Clark.

Jason’s hands grasped the shirt tightly and pulled apart, ripping the shirt in the center, leaving a ripped slit in the shirt exposing the area between Clark’s pecs. Clark gasped again and grabbed Jason’s shoulders. Jason immediately began to kiss the revealed skin. He lapped the area with his tongue. The skin was warm and lightly covered with dark hair. Clark breathed deeply, inflating his chest. Jason’s lips moved lower, and his wands ripped more of the now moist fabric. His hands entered the sides of the tear and fanned out. His hands found his teacher’s pecs while his mouth open mouth kissed Clark’s upper abs. His hands reached into Clark’s armpits, feeling the walls of muscle under his shoulders. He rubbed the hair there. With this exploration the shirt ripped further exposing most of Clark’s upper chest. Jason’s mouth moved down and with his teeth bit the fabric and stretched it until it completely ripped down to the hem of the shirt. Jason’s hands tugged the hem so it ripped all the way. Clark was quite the site--his full and hairy chest with erect and red nipples framed by torn dark blue fabric heaving in breath up and down. His cock was hard and bulging in his shorts. His eyes low lidded and smoldering…his mouth slightly open and moist.

Jason grabbed Clark’s hips, pressed his hips against Clark and then, bringing his hands to the back, ripped the fabric in the back pressing their chests together. “This feels so good, you feel so good Mr. Clark.” Jason was getting off on the feel of their sweaty chests breathing and heaving into each other. The hair lightly scratching his toned and young body. The feel of their pecs grinding and the sweat lubricating their nipples and their chest hair was overwhelming. Jason could even feel the scratch of hairs around his navel from Clark’s abs. “My name’s Brian,” Clark whispered, in a tone of resignation. “What?” breathed Jason, running his hands up Clark’s back.

Clark tore them apart and said it again assertively. “My name is Brian, call me Brian.” With that Clark tore the fragments of what was his shirt off from around his neck fully stripping his chest and back. He leaned into Jason hard until they were backed against the back side-wall of the classroom, not viewable from windows and the door. Once there, Clark pressed his mouth into Jason. Something broke in Clark. He wanted Jason badly. He wanted Jason for a long time and he was no longer Mr. Clark respectable and refined teacher. He was now a guy who wanted the guy in front of him. The environment didn’t matter. What mattered were flesh, heat, hot breath, and sex. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his skin became sensitive to the feel of Jason’s hot flesh against his. Clark wanted to press his skin into Jason’s and make heat.

Clark’s left hand glided up and down Jason’s neck and face as he deeply kissed Jason. Their tongues played together roughly and they kissed openly and loudly. Clark’s right hand was rubbing all over Jason’s body--up and down. He felt the shape of his chest and ab muscles. He went south and pressed his hands against the fabric covering Jason’s straining arousal. He rubbed his hands into the mound feeling the wetness. Jason’s hips bucked against his hands. His throat let out a high grunt and breathed heavily, audibly. His hands worked around his upper thighs to cups his tight ass and ran his hand inside the crack. He open palmed Jason’s sweaty back and felt each muscle begin and end. Finally, his hand moved to his lower back to where the waist band of his boxer briefs was visible. Clark’s hands went in, under the band feeling his heated skin under the fabric. Clark’s hands cupped Jason’s round ass.

His finger moved in and outlined his wet hole. Jason again grunted, breaking their kiss tilting his head up towards the ceiling, his eyes closed and his mouth gasping for air. Jason had never felt anything like this. His exposed skin felt energized and alive against Clark. Every pore felt open and receiving hot information. His nipples grew large rubbing against Clark’s hairy pecs. When his nipples rubbed against Clark’s he felt a hot shot of desire shoot to his crotch, pumping his cock from the electricity from their chests’ wet friction. When Clark touched his hole the same thing happened, causing his prostate to swell more and pump his hard young cock. With each pump he ground his hips into Clark, feeling his own bulge hot and hard against his thighs. Clark began to suck on Jason’s neck and collar bone as his hands continued to feel under Jason’s underwear. His right hand rounded over to Jason’s hips, feeling the muscle indent where his hipbone met his lower stomach. Clark splayed his hand, in the tight confinement under his boxer briefs and shorts against Jason’s left thigh. He felt the hair there and moved his hands across feeling the thick patch of hair that was Jason’s pubes meeting the trail from below his naval. Clark moved his left hand down to cup Jason’s right pec. His finger tucked inside Jason’s arm pit with his thumb rubbing his hard red nipple back and forth. Clark moved his mouth down and licked at the hollow of Jason’s throat met his upper chest. Clark’s right hand could feel the strong top base of Jason’s shaft with his finger tips and got a sense of Jason’s thickness. He was impressed. Clark was enjoying Jason’s body and he could tell from the short moans that Jason was enjoying his lesson.

Clark moved his hand up out of Jason’s pants and felt the hair trail in between his ab muscles. He brought his left hand down and both hands glided up and down Jason’s hard stomach. Clark rubbed his cheek against Jason’s right pec licking up and down. Clark’s hands then lowered to the front package of Jason’s pants. His hands openly grabbed his crotch and began to milk the whole unit squeezing his fingers up and down. Jason’s chest ballooned up with each gasp. Jason could no longer stand up under the erotic attack and feel back into a couch that Clark always had in the back of his room. His hand leaned back and up against the back cushion as his thighs spread open under Clark’s large hands. Clark knelt in front of Jason and inserted himself in between his young thighs. His hands started just under the hemline of Jason’s shorts and worked up. His hands moved over his tight black boxer briefs but under the loose shorts. He leaned his head in and tongued Jason’s hairy navel--kissing just above it. His tongue tasted streaks of salt as Jason’s body got hotter and wetter with sweat. Clark’s hands continued to move up Jason’s thighs and soon each hand spread open and sandwiched Jason’s genitalia. Clark’s thumbs felt under Jason’s sac down and probed their way to his hole where the underwear was moist. As Clark pushed in on Jason’s opening under him, his shaft heaved upwards and into Clark’s splayed fingers. Clark could feel Jason’s long thick shaft move under his fingers. Clark’s fingertips outlined Jason’s mushroom shaft, rubbing the wet underwear into his head. Jason has been pumping a lot of pre-cum from all of the excitement. The front of his underwear was saturated with it, pressing hot into Clark’s hands.

“Please Mr… Brian…Take them off. Jason was overcome with new waves of unbelievable pleasure. His stomach muscles were straining and wet under Clark’s mouth and he thought his dick would explode in pleasure under his touch. All he could do was gasp and rub his hands up and down Clark’s bare back and grasp at his meaty shoulders. “Uh, take them off…feel me.” Jason repeated.

Clark withdrew his hands from Jason’s shorts. He rested his arms at each side of Jason’s hips. When Clark looked up Jason could again see how hot Clark was. His chest was defined, hot, and heavy leaning against Jason’s body. Jason’s hands continued to rub Clark’s shoulders with Clark upright again, his hands opened on his chest, his palms feeling the hair on his pecs. “I want to feel you against me Brian,” Jason said, calmer this time, knowing what he wanted. Clark brought his hands to Jason’s crotch again and undid the button of his shorts. Clark looked into Jason’s eyes and saw the longing excitement in his eyes. His hands slowly started to bring down the zipper. As its teeth separated, he splayed the fabric of his shorts to each side. The fabric was wet. When the zipper was down fully, Jason’s sizeable package was visible straining against his black briefs. Jason lifted his hips and Clark pulled the shorts off. Jason felt freer. He felt lighter as he felt Clark’s gaze view Jason’s thighs filling the boxer briefs and his cock pressing outwards. Jason felt more sensitive now. Each hair on his chest felt electric. He could feel his body under his briefs longing to be naked. Jason pressed his hips forwards and brought his upper body up closer into a sitting position--closer to Clark. He kissed Clark on the mouth and brought his hands to the front of Clark’s shorts. “Can I…”

“Yes.” Clark urged with a deep yet raspy voice. Jason’s hands undid Clark’s fastening quickly, feeling the heat of his crotch. Jason’s heart was beating faster; he always wanted to be this intimate with Clark. He dreamed of undoing his pants. Jason saw the blue fabric of Brian’s underwear and pulled his pants down. Clark moved apart from their body heat to bring his shorts down. He stood up straight afterwards and Jason marveled at Brian’s body. His chest hair fanned out at the navel and continued into the blue trunk briefs Brian wore. His dick was also pressed hard against the fabric creating a huge bulge.

The briefs were made with a pocket for the crotch and it rounded out away from Clark’s body. The trunk briefs ended just at the top of his powerful thighs. Jason held out his hand and stroked Clark’s left thigh. His hand felt the thick hair and moved up to the side of the brief. Feeling his leg meet his tight ass, Jason moved both hands now and cupped Brian’s package. It too was wet with pre-cum in the front where the head was squashed down and sticking out. Jason’s thumbs traced the head, being as brave as Clark was with his own dick.

He then moved forward, knelt on the floor and pressed his mouth against Clark’s bulge. He kissed Brian’s head through the tight blue underwear. The tip of his tongue felt a droplet of cum leak out of it and he buried his face into his crotch next to his shaft in ecstasy smelling the sweaty musky aroma. Clark breathed deeply feeling the hot breath burn the fabric into his cock head. His prostate squeezed in response and he struggled to hold control. He grabbed Jason’s sweaty shoulders and brought the young man up to his level face-to-face. He grasped both sides of his face and kissed him. Jason leaned his young hard body fully against his and kissed back. Their shafts rubbed back and forth over each other’s and their arms clung to their sweaty bodies, mixing their sweat and skin into the other’s flesh. Clark moved them towards the couch again and leaned Jason down to lie on it. Jason lay down. Clark stood over him for a moment enjoying the look of the hot stud below him, his body primed to have sex. Clark said gently, “Take off my briefs.” Clark recalled his first time and wished that he had been allowed to touch his partner. Jason reached up and his fingers went into the top of Clark’s waistband under his navel. He pulled down slowly and moved his hands out to the sides of Clark’s hips. He could see the beginning of Clark’s dark bush. He pulled down feeling the fabric free itself of Clark’s aroused cock and down. Clark stepped out of his briefs. Jason stared at Brian’s cock.

Clark trimmed his hair around his crotch. His cock was long and very thick. His head also rounded and swollen. Jason was surprised at how large Clark was. His hand lightly stroked it, starting at the base and following the thick shaft to the head. His hand lifted the head into his palm and let it fall rubbing against his palm and leaving sort of a snail’s trail of hot cum. Jason brought his hand to his mouth and licked it. The cum was slick and salty like sweat.

Clark supported himself on his arms and lay down on the couch squishing beside Jason. His cock moved up and onto Jason’s bulge and his pecs pressed against Jason’s built upper chest. They instantly kissed. Jason’s hands automatically embraced Brian’s body, hugging him closer. Their bodies pressed together--sweat running into sweat, hair rubbing hair. The sound of kissing and hands loving over slick bodies filled the room and their minds.

Jason’s young shaft had filled up in the process pointing up towards his navel under his boxer briefs. The feel of his shaft aligned with Clark’s was incredible. His briefs were sticking to his body. He wanted to free himself to finally be naked with Clark. As if reading his mind, Clark’s hands moved down Jason’s wet back and under his briefs. He grabbed Jason’s ass, grinding Jason’s hard body into his. Their chests and stomachs were drenched in their sweat and heat from their bodies. Their mouths open and hot as their tongues moistened their faces. Jason’s body began to rock into Clark’s. Clark’s hands roughly pulled Jason’s boxer briefs down. Jason opened his mouth kissing Brian hard and moaned, “Yes”.

Clark’s hand pushed the briefs down. Jason heaved his abs and raised his hips to slide the briefs down. Air filled the momentary gap in between their radiating bodies. Jason’s pecs were pressed harder into Clark’s, their nipples pushing into their chest slick with sweat. Jason’s legs kicked his briefs free and he fell against Clark’s frame. Jason quickly lined his bare penis against Clark’s. Their heads pressed together rubbing the front of their helmets together sending a crash of hot ecstasy into their loins and bodies. Jason’s pubes rubbed into Clarks and he began thrusting into Clark’s soaked body.

Jason’s thighs tightened and released with each thrust. His tight ass clenched pushing his horny body into Clark’s. Their mouth just gasped now. Clark’s hands grabbed Jason’s thighs and ass pushing the stud into his crotch. Their cocks were soaked and rubbing into each other. Sweat ran from their pores. Jason’s arm muscles bulged as he held onto Clark’s body pushing his muscle into Clark’s hard muscular torso. Clark’s boy hair flowed up and down into Jason’s mostly smooth frame. They both realized they couldn’t take much more of this. Clark was about to say something to Jason when Jason gasped, “I’m gonna cum!” Jason could feel his piss hole feel wider and sensitized with each thrust of his hips. Jason’s shaft had grown huge and his back arched and his body bucked into Clark on its own when his sensitive head lapped into Clark’s. Jason could feel Clark’s thighs hugging his hips. Jason could not tell where each began--every part of his body was aroused. His hair was drenched. He felt each muscle get bigger as it pushed into Clark and he was almost ready to cum. He had never dreamt of experiencing anything as good as this.

Clark could feel Jason’s cock swell large as his own shaft readied for climax. Clark felt his nipples point erect further and goose bumps spread across his chest and arms as Jason thrust his huge slippery cock against his own. He kissed Jason’s shoulder and braced his arms tightly around Jason’s wet body as his cock erupted into Jason’s mid-section. Jason closed his eyes, arched his wet back and braced his body upwards with his thick arms as his body released his load onto Clark. Their bodies rippled against each other as they came, thrusting and grabbing themselves. They pumped themselves against their shafts. Jason had never felt so much thick liquid pleasure gush out of his dick. Jason collapsed against Clark, his head against the crook where Clark’s shoulder met his thick pectorals. Jason’s rubbery legs settled down, his crotch straddling Clark’s right leg, Jason’s cock lay out on Clark’s upper right thigh. They breathed heavily, their chests pushing into each other for several minutes.

Jason was the first to speak, “Thank you. It was amazing!” Jason kissed the flesh in front of his mouth. His chest breathed more normally now. With each breath he felt their bodies make naked contact. Jason brought his left hand up and grazed across Clark’s soaked chest. “Say something Brian.”

After a pause Clark breathed in more deeply, and opened his eyes. “I don’t know what to say. I haven’t gotten off like that…in a long time Jason.”

“Are you okay?” asked Jason.

“Yeah, I just don’t know what to do now. An hour ago you were a former student and friend. Now you’re a…lover.”

“It’s weird,” Jason said. “But I wanted this. I…I feel more complete now if you know what I mean. I want to know more.” With that Jason sat up, kneeling with his legs still straddling Clark’s right leg. Jason’s cock was still lying against Clark’s hairy thigh. With the move, Jason’s head rubbed up Clark’s thigh and got semi-hard again. Jason looked at Clark leaned in and kissed him softly on the mouth. Their lips twisted together and opened again slowly. Their eyes closed and their breath shared. They came to and swallowed. “Let’s get out of here. Let’s go to my place and talk,” Brian suggested. “No let’s go to my place. You’re not the only adult here anymore Brian,” Jason urged. Clark had forgotten that Jason had been living in an apartment since last summer when he had graduated. Jason was attending classes this coming fall after taking a year off to work. “I want you to see my place,” Jason added while staying knelt against Clark. He pushed his crotch and stomach closer to Clark so that he pressed himself against Clark’s abs and chest. Jason’s upper body was now above Clark’s and he looked down at his new ‘lover’. Jason’s hands caressed Clark’s drying shoulders and rubbed up and down through the beads of sweat on his back. Jason pushed his hips into Clark—closer--rubbing his now erect dick into the ripples of Clark’s upper abs. His penis felt alive again. It felt wildly wonderful to feel Clark’s hard muscles and body hair pushing against his tingling dick. He clenched his ass and began to grind his crotch into Clark’s lower chest even more.

Clark gasped at this new position. His own dick was rubbing underneath Jason’s balls and in-between Jason’s legs. Jason’s soft under skin glided across his fully mushroomed head. Clark wrapped his arms around Jason’s muscled lower body, pushing Jason’s groin further onto his chest. Jason gasped and felt his dick slide up the valley between Clark’s pecs leaving a trail of pre-cum. He could feel the muscles of Clark’s chest move under his dick. The hair splayed in front of his head and rubbed into his shaft as he began to hump Clark’s chest. Jason felt Clark’s large hard nipples slide across each thigh as he pushed himself up and down. Remnants of Jason’s cum were mingling with his fresh pre-cum and were lubing Clark’s chest--plastering the chest hair against the skin of Clark’s chest. Jason’s cock slid up and down earnestly, fully encompassed by Clark’s welcoming chest. Jason and Clark were now clearly sweating again. Their hot flesh made Clark’s chest slick and electric to the touch. Jason’s thighs were rubbing against Clark’s sweaty sides. His hips began to spread apart feeling more of the manly sensation of Clark’s upper body against his own. Clark’s chest was in sensory overload. Clark’s nipples were sensitive and sent jolts of pleasure to his cock each time his red nipples brushed Jason’s hairy and thick thighs. Clark kissed he valley between Jason’s pecs. Clark opened his mouth attacked Jason’s right pec. He closed his eyes and felt his face cradled by Jason’s ample pec. The golden hair scattered across Jason’s pecs was moist from their heat and plastered against his rounded pecs. The drenched chest made him look hairier than he was.

Clark tongued his way across the hard pecs, his hands playing in Jason’s dripping and densely haired armpits. His fingers splayed across the sides of each of Jason’s pectorals, stretching them slightly. His hands slid down Jason’s sweat slick sides, feeling the bumps of his chest muscles and rib cage. His hands found the hard indents that were the top of his thighs. His hands finally wrapped around and clasped Jason’s hard ass. He rubbed Jason’s buns up and down; pushing Jason’s engorged cock into Clark’s over sensitized slippery chest.

Clark’s tongue found the red ’button’ at the lower center of his left pec. His teeth scrapped against it, causing Jason to moan his approval. Apparently Jason was also sensitive across his chest. Clark sucked the nub hard and began to move his tongue around the red erect point of Jason’s straining nipple. Clark lapped it from the underside and kissed it on the way back down. Clark’s own nipples were on fire, his chest clenching around Jason’s cock. Clark wasn’t in control. He openly suckled Jason’s hard nipple, taking the red skin and pec into his mouth, lapping and sucking it, pumping the nipple across his tongue his hot pressurized mouth. Clark was moaning loudly and deeply, exploring Jason’s chest, bathing it with his mouth, pushing his face across the shinny hot surface, tasting the sweat and heat of Jason’s body while taking in the lingering aroma of their prior sex. Clark’s hands moved on their own too. His fingers cupped the underside of Jason’s hole under his ass. His fingers rubbed across the wet surface of Jason’s puckered rosebud. Clark could feel Jason pulse--the hole open and close--as his young dick moved up Clark’s wet chest. Clark pushed two fingers in when Jason shifted and Jason’s cock head rubbed across Clark’s large nipple. The feel of his nipple sliding in the wet slit of Jason’s dick drove him wild. His fingers leapt into Jason’s hole. Jason grunted loudly and gasped his prostate feeling the quick flash of pleasure against Clark’s fingers.

Jason bucked, his dick sliding across Clark’s chest and his hips settled again on Clark’s fingers. Clark began to open and close his palm, kneading Jason’s sensitive cavity, pushing his fingers in and out.

Jason moaned, “Oh god, yes. Fuck me… Fuck me.” Jason lifted his hips up, spreading his cock up Clark’s chest, his thighs feeling the round and haired outline of Clark’s chest. Jason’s entire body was dripping. His hair was again stuck to his head as the sweat poured down in rivulets down his chest. The front of his young pecs and nipples were raw and slightly red from Clark’s mouth. His dick, abs, and legs were slick from his cum rubbing on Clark’s body. His ass was moist, quivering, and ready. Clark’s eyes were closed as he just felt the intense desire across his body. His dick was fully swollen, wet, and rubbing in-between Jason’s sweat-soaked thighs and under his ass.

Jason felt Clark’s cock head move across his hole and the entire ring area was pulsing waiting to be entered. Clark muttered against Jason’s chest, “Are you sure?” He kissed the middle of Jason’s chest and pulled Jason’s thigh thighs and legs around his body so Jason was completely pressed into and straddling Clark’s mid section. “Yes! Do it…do me,” Jason hissed. He gasped, his eyes closed and head tilted up. His arms were now wrapped around Clark’s head, stroking his hair and rubbing his shoulders and upper back. “Please…”

Clark pushed Jason’s hips and his cock moved into Jason’s ass. His ass was clenching and wet against his dick. “Relax. Jason, just relax.” Jason took deep breaths and pushed his cock into Clark’s chest. Clark’s hands spread Jason’s cheeks apart and his cock head rubbed the outside of Jason’s sphincter. “Do it!” Jason loudly whispered again. With that he pushed his heaving wet body onto Clark’s dick. Clark instantly grunted as his cock slid into Jason’s receptive body, slippery wet heat against his large head. He could feel Jason’s ring pulse around his cock and clench around it—welcoming him. Jason was now firmly gripping Clark’s shoulders, pressing his crotch eagerly into Clark’s pecs. Tears ran down Jason’s face as he pressed his lids closed under the onslaught of feelings his body was digesting. His soaked hair looked darker now as it pressed against his body. “Easy, easy, relax yourself. Breathe. God this feels good!” Clark’s hands pushed up Jason’s sides gently and hugged him, wrapping his thick arms around Jason, holding him close. In a moment Jason swallowed and began to move his body up and down very slightly, cautiously, tentatively. “That’s it, yeah,” was all Clark could say. His dick was surrounded by Jason’s welcoming warmth, feeling his cock touch on all sides inside the hard stud wrapped around him. Jason pushed himself forward. The treasure trail from his naval to his crotch pushed against Clark’s chest hair just below his abs. Jason’s dick stood straight up between their bodies, feeling their wet skin and supple muscles grind into his arousal. Jason slowly learned to unclench his hole and his dick grew even bigger as his prostate was rubbed from the inside. Pre-cum was steadily flowing from his dick between their bodies as he pumped himself up and down on Clark . Clark could feel Jason move faster and breath shorter open mouthed breaths. His own dick was washed by waves of pleasure as it worked in and out of Jason. His nipples and pecs grew almost painfully taught and became muscled discs of heat passion. Clark rubbed his hands up and down Jason’s slick body.

Their bodies rocked together until Jason cried out, grabbed Clark’s shoulders, shuddered and came. Jason’s nipples shot out farther, he could feel a cool wave erupt up his back as he arched himself against Clark and came. His cock sent globs--streams of cum across Clark’s chest. Jason’s abs rubbed the juice across their bodies as his own prostate exploded against the rod inside his body. Clark thrust his hips into Jason and shot his load inside. Jason’s ring clamped down again and again as he came. Waves of pleasure flowed from inside Jason’s body around Clark’s erupting penis. Clark’s hands cupped under Jason’s arms and into his armpits. Clark pulled Jason’s body into his, breathing hard against Jason’s round chest. Jason draped himself onto Clark, across his shoulders. His wet abs still leaned in against Clark’s effectively fusing them into one body. They were still connected and Jason’s arms and legs were fully engulfing Clark, hugging his body. Clark’s arms held Jason’s strong back.

It was just when their bodies were relaxing again that Clark felt drops running down his back. Hot tears rolled down his body as Jason sobbed into Clark. Jason held on tight and let it out. He sobbed loudly and their bodies rocked together. “It’s okay J. It’s okay.” Clark moved up to adjust their bodies so that there were aligned better. Jason’s head was now buried in Clark’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around the top of Clark’s chest. Clark kissed Jason on the forehead and stroked his wet back. Jason looked up and kissed Clark on his shoulder. “Thank you,” his lips managed as he calmed down. “I’ve never felt so connected or alive.” Jason breathed in deeply, smelling the collective aroma of their love-making. Clark tilted Jason’s chin up, lowered his mouth and they kissed again. “I’ve…this has never felt like this before. This was special for me too,” Clark said. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and then talk.”

Clark heaved Jason up and Jason helped Clark up. Clark walked across the room and grabbed his gym bag from the closet. He pulled out a towel and tossed it to Jason. Jason stretched his frame, tensing all of his muscles pushing them up. He cracked his neck and brought his arms down, feeling his chest and arms ‘feel’ themselves again. He picked up the towel and began to wipe himself down. Clark picked up what was left of his shirt and wiped his arms and chest. He walked over to the couch in back of where Jason was now standing and took the sheet off of the top. He used the edges to clean himself. Clark gathered the ripped shirt, sheets, and towel and threw them into a garbage bag and tied it off. He threw the bag into the bottom of a larger garage bin. Both men picked up their underwear and slipped them on. Clark looked at Jason and could see his large package and round ass shape the boxer briefs. Clark slid his shorts on while still checking Jason out; knowing what was underneath the dark dampening fabric. “Sorry about your shirt,” Jason said.

“It’s okay--it was worth it!” Clark laughed. “Here, take my tank top, I’ll wear this over shirt I have.” “Are you sure,” asked Clark? “Yeah, you need something on--plus it’ll turn me on to see you wearing my tank top.”

Clark smiled. He slipped the tank on over his head loving the feel of the fabric stretching across the chest, knowing Jason’s skin was pressed against it before. “Let’s go get something to eat and maybe then that massage I promised,” Clark suggested.

Both men left the building together.