THE DEADHEADS OF NO HOPE by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay and bi sexuality.
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WREN'S FIRST 'REMYPORN' CLIP (Beginning)
As students trailed into their `Life Drawing' after-school class that Thursday, Wren's attention was torn between their nude college-boy model, Blaine, getting himself settled on the posing stand, and the handsome young blonde second-year white boy in their class, whose name she'd learned last week was McKinley Fenn.
Wren and Remy had already had more than a few conversations about the boy, both confessing how horny they were for the young hottie. Remy even confessed to Wren that he'd thought about sitting next to the dude and flirting with him on the first day of class last week.
Wren was sitting by herself in the Art Room, waiting for Remy, who'd texted Wren at the end of 6th Hour, telling her his PE class had gone late. So Wren sat at her drawing table, her head swiveling back and forth between their muscular hockey-stud model fluffing his exquisite uncut cock and that beautiful young blonde boy.
She smiled to herself as her brain got carried away, scheming a new project -- namely, landing the gorgeous blonde second-year jock-hottie as a fuck-buddy for her randy young Lord. Wren was acutely sensitive to Remy's boy-needs, and she wanted to help him start satisfying them as quickly as possible.
It turned out Wren had very little to do to accomplish her scheme.
Right from the start of drawing class that day, McKinley Fenn started seriously hitting on Remy. The first thing the boy did, once Remy arrived in the Art Room and sat down next to Wren, was grab his back-pack and sketchbook and move from the drawing table he'd been seated at, sliding into the empty space next to Remy.
Wren's eyes widened knowingly -- McKinley's crushing on Remy, she realized at once.
But McKinley's next move, Wren thought, was even more laughably obvious.
About five minutes after students had started working on their sketches, the little blonde hottie kept leaning over and complimenting Remy on his drawing, even getting out of his seat to study Remy's work. Wren rolled her eyes and couldn't suppress a giggle as she watched McKinley try to `casually' drape his arm on Remy's shoulder, while he cooed praise for how amazing Remy's sketch was, how beautifully he'd rendered Blaine's muscles.
Wren really had to stifle a loud laugh when the boy actually asked Remy if he'd come take a look at his sketch, maybe give him some pointers, because he was having trouble getting things right. Of course, Remy answered, putting down his drawing pencil and hopping up to join McKinley at his table.
Wren gave a soft snort of hilarious disbelief when McKinley told Remy, straight-faced, that the part of his drawing he needed help with was getting Blaine's cock right!
Oh McKinley, Wren eye-rolled
She kept glancing over, out of the corner of her eye, as the two boys spent the next five minutes touching each other's hands and fingers as they traced over McKinley's sketch of Blaine's big dick, Remy trying to explain what he'd do to improve the rendering.
Wren started thrumming with excitement, seeing that Remy was obviously going to nail this very willing hot-boy.
Her brain started whirling with fantasies of the three of them, naked together in Remy's bedroom. McKinley looked almost like a young clone of Remy -- lean-muscled body, jock good looks, icy blue eyes (his most amazing feature, Wren thought), and full, sensual lips.
The most obvious difference, maybe, between the younger boy and Remy was that McKinley kept his thick, wavy, straw-blonde hair shoulder length, often in a pony-tail, unlike Remy's scalp-close buzz. Wren thought it made him look like some hot, young, Hollywood bad-boy actor.
And he was sure acting now, Wren thought -- in a gay-porn clip of his own making, one where the hot, horny young gay-curious jock seduces the older blonde stud.
The boy's adorably obvious desire for her boyfriend gave Wren the idea to speed things along, so she flat-out asked Remy in the hall later, when the teacher gave them a ten-minute bathroom break, if he wanted to get with McKinley.
"Hell yeah! He's one of the white dudes here at No Hope who get me seriously hard. I first saw him in my orientation last week. You won't believe it, but I've even jacked to threesome fantasies of you and me and that dude a couple times."
Wren believed it, of course, because she'd actually channelled those very fantasies to Remy, lying in bed, fingering herself, dreaming of sex with her and Remy and other hot boys.
Remy told Wren that he'd seen McKinley many times in the halls ever since their initial encounter during orientation, during passing times, always smiling and fist-bumping the boy when he saw him, hoping to show the dude he was into him. McKinley, he said, always wore really tight T's and jeans which did nothing to conceal the boy's eye-popping physique.
When Wren giggled about how corny it was, the way McKinley claimed he needed Remy's help drawing Blaine's dick! Remy felt he had to defend the young dude, telling Wren that despite how clumsy the pass was, he'd loved that McKinley had started hitting on him so fast that afternoon.
Wren confessed she was hot for him, too, and told Remy what she'd been thinking.
"Dude, we agree that he's super into you, right?"
"I believe I've received that vibe."
"Well -- I think you need another boy, Remy. ASAP. Trey's always working, so you almost never see him outside of school. And now he's gonna be with Njeri, so you'll see even less of him."
"There's Willy and Niece?"
"Niece works, too. And Willy takes care of his little brothers a lot. I want you to have as many hot-boy fuck buddies as you can, angel. Plus, I'm simply dying to see you and McKinley together. White-boy cock-lust is my guilty pleasure."
She explained the plan she'd formulated, and Remy's thick dick plumped nicely as he listened. My amazing Wren, he thought to himself, my lovely little wingman.
When the students resumed their seats in class, before they got started drawing again, Wren huddled next to McKinley, her arm around the boy's shoulder, her soft voice conspiratorially low.
"McKinley, you gorgeous creature, are you busy after class today?"
McKinley looked a little dumb-founded -- seemingly hesitant, even, to answer her.
Wren figured the boy was confused, hoping an invitation like hers would have come from Remy, not a girl. Nevertheless, McKinley stammered a reply.
"No, not really. I mean, just heading home."
"No job after school?"
"Nah. Not this year. My folks want me to concentrate on schoolwork and making friends."
"Cool! Well, speaking of friends, hot boy -- after class today, Remy and I are thinking of doing some more nude drawing at his place. At least we're gonna get nude -- I mean, maybe we'll draw, too. Who knows? Anyway, you gorgeous thing, Remy has the best pot, the best porn, the best music -- and he definitely has the best sex. We really really really want you to join us, Mickey darling! You down, bro?"
The look on the young boy's face was priceless. The words Remy,' nude,' pot,' porn,' and `sex' swirled excitedly through his lust-addled mind, like hearing he'd just won the jackpot, widening his eyes and making his mouth gape in stunned astonishment, until he could finally get his bearings enough to form words.
"Hell yes I'm down! That sounds fucking amazing!"
"Cool cool cool! Ooh, this gonna be awesome, son! While I'm working on my drawing of Blaine for the rest of the class, all I'm going to be thinking about is seeing you two hot gorgeous boys naked a half-hour from now! Cannot fucking wait!"
After class, Remy told McKinley to hang by the benches and wait for the two of them while they went to Wren's locker to get her stuff. McKinley smiled blissfully and headed out to the school yard, not bothered one tiny little bit by having to wait a few more minutes for his life to finally become amazing.
And `amazing' was the absolute antithesis of what McKinley's life, last year at this time, had been -- bitterly unhappy as a freshman, at the expensive private high school his father had wanted him to attend. Mick had made no friends at all last year, not one. He had to take an hour-long bus ride to school every day, there and back.
He felt like a commuter student at a residential school, dropping in for classes, then immediately heading off, missing any opportunity to try and mix with the rest of the students before and after the school day. Not one other kid from Prospect Park went there, and he never got even remotely close enough to any other boy at school, to offer to have his folks drive over to pick him up for a play-date.
Friendless, Mick spent all his free time alone in his bedroom, either doing homework or working out or glued to one screen or another, on a mood-contiuum somewhere between bored' and miserable'.
It wasn't just lack of friends, though -- the real reason McKinley hated that school was that he'd realized for a while that he was totally into boys, and had hoped his private high school would turn out to be like the ones in those sexy Netflix series he loved to stroke to -- a cool, sexy place where a horned-up boy into boys could explore his desire with a lot of hot, like-minded dudes.
Unfortunately, McKinley's gay stroke-fantasy quickly crashed and burned when he discovered what a weird private-school hell he'd been damned to. He would watch, angry and disgusted -- but scared and silent -- as the popular jocks (both male and female) who ran his school regularly humiliated the handful of LGBTQ kids (male and female) who went there.
McKinley made it clear to his folks after a few weeks that he hated the school, that it was no place he wanted to be for even one year, let alone four. He railed to his mom and dad about the teachers, the snooty elitism among the students, the long bus-rides there and back every day, and his utter friendlessness. He told them everything, then, that he didn't like about the school, except the main thing -- that he wanted to go to a school where it was cool to be non-binary.
Mick's mother, Kit, cried often that year, alone to herself, over her darling son's misery. She told him over and over how sorry she was they'd sent him there.
It wasn't her idea, she swore to her boy over and over -- it was McKinley's father's, a university professor, who insisted they should spare no expense to give their boy the best education possible -- in this case, a legendary private school in St. Paul, which regularly placed students at the best colleges.
But Kit apologized again and again to Mickey for not standing up to her husband when she felt sure they'd be making a mistake sending him there.
Faced with his son's distress, Leif Fenn took all the blame for a bad decision and guaranteed they'd find a great school for McKinley next year, one he'd be happy attending.
Some time last spring, after talking to the principal, then taking a school tour and attending a sample day, Kit Fenn suggested Hope Academy Prep, the charter school right there in the neighborhood, barely a block away from their house.
Hope Academy, she'd learned from one of the women in her yoga class, had the second-best college placement rate in the city. And from what Kit had seen on her sample day, it would offer Mickey vibrant diversity instead of boring elitism.
Even more importantly, Kit hoped attending a neighborhood school might let McKinley finally have a way to meet other Prospect Park kids his age, with whom he might develop friendships. It pained her to see her boy alone all the time, unhappy.
McKinley was ecstatic when they formally enrolled him in Hope Academy for his sophomore year -- mostly, because of the nasty slurs he'd always heard about the school from the homophobic assholes at his private school, that Hope Academy in Minneapolis was 'the queer high school' or `Black Fag High,' attempts at derision which only made the school seem like paradise to Mick.
Hell yes! McKinley thought excitedly, when he learned over dinner one night his application was approved and he'd be transferring there in the fall. He could hardly wait.
Living as close to Hope Academy as he did, McKinley had walked or biked past the school building many times over the past couple of years, always ogling the the boys he saw -- mostly black, but a few white and latinx, too -- chilling on the grounds. Dudes were often hot as hell and gave off a seriously hip vibe. They all looked and dressed seriously sexy, not like the white supremacist J Crew clods at his private school.
Most thrilling -- Mick regularly saw dudes kissing and hugging and making out on the benches alongside the school. So far, No Hope -- he thought his school's nickname was seriously cool -- was everything McKinley dreamed.
Though he hadn't really made any strong friendships so far, the first week, he liked all the kids in his classes. And the amount of sexy good-looking boys was mind-boggling -- McKinley went through his day staring as boldly at all the hot boys as he'd dared.
And one of the hottest, best-built, most gorgeous boys at school, hands down, was Remy Lord, a third-year white boy who made McKinley hard every time he saw the dude. He'd first spotted Remy at his orientation session for new students, right before classes started, and he's been checking him out in the halls ever since.
Remy was a blonde jock-god who seemed to stride through the halls of No Hope like a young Pan or Oberon. So far as Mick had observed, every hot boy and girl in school openly lusted after him.
McKinley himself had such a desperate hard-on for the dude that he'd actually been driven helplessly into making his first `official' attempt at flirting with another boy a little over an hour ago -- ridiculously clumsy, he knew, but he could think of nothing else to try, and he had to try something.
Mick cringed, waiting on a bench for his crush, thinking about how pathetic it was, actually holding Remy's hand as they traced over McKinley's drawing of Blaine's cock!
Remy was cool about it, though, not scoffing or eye-rolling him, but rather patiently playing along, explaining how McKinley could touch up his drawing to make it look more realistic and making his soft, subtle, sensual pressure on the back of Mick's hand count thrillingly as a cherry boy's first-time foreplay.
Mick thought for sure he'd blown it -- that Remy was not only not interested, but cringing from a second-year horn-dog's lame-ass attempt at cruising. But maybe Remy and that blonde girl he hung with -- who actually lived just a few doors away from him, Mick knew, having seen her around a lot over the years -- had realized the desperation and hunger that prompted Mick's boorish brazenness, and took pity on him.
And, damn, did he ever need kindness like that, because despite his jock good looks and the hard-muscled body he'd spent countless hours trying to sculpt, McKinley was a painfully shy boy -- and even more painfully gay-curious.
He'd been fantasizing constantly about boy-sex for the past four or five years, poring over his father's fitness magazines, jacking constantly to gay porn on the internet from the first time he discovered it, and dreaming incessantly about his first-time with a boy. Especially a boy as handsome and beautifully muscled as Remy.
He'd had ample opportunities to eavesdrop on Remy and all the hot-looking black boys he hung with at school -- stare longingly at how intimate they got, always touching and hugging and kissing, fondling each other dicks or asses through their jeans or mesh shorts as they laughed and kissed and chatted sexy with each other.
The boys in Remy's circle all seemed such exciting, sexy, athletic, very matter-of-fact gay dudes, exactly the kind of boy McKinley wanted to be.
Mick had thrilled, that day students signed up for after-school enrichment classes, to find himself standing two places behind Remy. McKinley was originally going to sign up for Beginner Yoga' after school, but when he heard Remy tell the person behind the desk he chose Life Drawing,' McKinley trembled at the chance to be in the same class with the hot third-year boy, to see if something, on the remotest chance, might happen between them.
And damned if it hadn't taken but two classes until that something actually happened!
A little differently than he'd dreamed, of course, as he was surprised to find that it would involve Wren Damson, too -- McKinley's j/o fantasies of him and Remy had certainly never included a girl -- but even a closeted gay boy like Mick had to admit Wren was sexy as hell, with a very hip/sexy fashion-sense, and what little m/m/f porn he'd seen had shown him those sorts of threesomes could be hot as fuck.
Remy? Nude? Pot? Porn? And Sex!? McKinley rocked his body and drummed his fingers on the bench, excited for whatever the fuck was about to happen to him this afternoon, almost giddy with the knowledge that he was soon going to suck his first cock.
McKinley watched Remy and Wren as they came out the main doors and stopped on the steps to look for him. He still found it hard to believe he was going to be hanging out with such a hot-looking boy and his gorgeous girlfriend. He waved, grinned, and headed over.
When they all met up, Mick's two new friends clasped him in a hug, letting their lips give him a slow, lingering kiss -- which started McKinley immediately tingling. As if Wren could tell how frisky his cock was feeling, she began sensuallly stroking it through Mick's jeans as her soft, excited voice cooed about how hot this was going to be.
Then they all headed across the street to Remy's house.
Once inside, McKinley gave a quick look around at the cool space and told Remy what an awesome house he had.
Remy smiled and nodded.
"Thanks, bro. Hope you'll be hanging out here a whole lot from now on, dude!"
Mick pulled Remy into a hug, pressing his thick cock against his bro's, and whispered a heartfelt `Hell yes!'
Remy led them into the kitchen, where he got them all some bottled water to take upstairs. On the kitchen counter was a note from Remy's mother. Remy read it over and whooped.
"Hell yes! Ava's spending the night at Sin's. I got the house to myself all night!"
Wingman Wren didn't miss a beat.
"Remy, tomorrow's no school because of parent-teacher conferences. You should totally invite McKinley for dinner and a sleep-over. Fuck, you two look so damn hot together!"
Remy tingled excitedly and turned to his gorgeous new boy.
"Dude, a sleep-over sound cool with you? I'd fucking love it, Mick -- so damn hot for you, bro! I woulda thought of it in a minute more, probably, it's just Wren's so damn clever."
Mick felt like a boy on his birthday, getting one incredible gift after another.
"Remy, are you shitting me? Seriously? Sleep-over with you? Fuck, bro, this is like a fuckin' dream."
Remy hugged him again -- these boys couldn't keep their hands off each other. They kissed sensuously.
Wren purred, watching the hot boys' lust blossom so beautifully.
Remy realized he hadn't included Wren in on the sleep-over invitation, and immediately remedied his omission, but Wren made a pouty face.
"Fuck, I wish I could stay and watch you gorgeous boys frolic licentiously all night, but Dexter and Marlo are having a dinner party for Tom the druggist and his wife and two other couples in the neighborhood, and they really want me to be there. Oh well, we all love Tom, and I invited Njeri as my dinner date. But I can hang with you hotties until about 6, if that's cool?"
Both boys nodded -- McKinley would have nodded at just about anything, he was so ecstatic.
Wren asked sweetly if she could take some video of the two boys getting sexy, for her and Njeri to watch later. Both boys nodded even harder.
McKinley told them he should text his mom about sleeping over, just to check, but he was sure it would be cool.
Indeed, for Kit Fenn, it was the text she'd been waiting for from McKinley -- a text telling her he was spending time with friends!
--Mom, hanging out now with some friends from school. We're at Remy Lord's house (29 Orlin). I'm invited for dinner and sleep-over! Cool w/ you and dad?
Kit's heart flooded with joy at the news her boy was with friends! And his first sleep-over! She replied at once.
--Sounds wonderful, darling! Let me know when you'll be home tomorrow. Have fun!
She didn't even add anything corny like 'Don't stay up too late!' because she hoped they would.
Once they were upstairs in his bedroom, Remy went into the drill: BEL AMI clip clicked on, sound muted; Miles' JACK JOHNSON album booming through his speakers; and the first bowl of the afternoon loaded and sparked.
Remy and McKinley kissed and fondled each other as they passed the pipe back and forth, with Wren's phone camera trained on them.
First bowl cashed, Remy packed another, but waited to light it until they were all naked.
As the boys quickly stripped down, Wren begged them to stay in their their underwear for a while -- Remy was in a jock, as usual, and McKinley had on a fashionable pair of grey-and-black, low-cut boxer-briefs, which showed off a nice bulge.
Wren thought it would make for a hot scene in the video she was planning -- two gorgeous, sexy, jock-boys, worshipping each other's underwear-clad muscle, then unpackaging the goods.
She curled up, fully naked herself, on the couch opposite them, getting excellent footage of the sexy boys trading hits off the pipe, getting high and horny as fuck, kissing and tweaking nips and carressing each other's bulges.
Wren felt proud and excited she'd helped find a hot boy for Remy.
Once the bowl was cashed, Wren told them she wanted to film a brief interview segment she'd use in her finished video.
She'd gotten the idea of an on-screen interview from two of her favorite brands of gay porn -- the `GUYS GONE WILD videos, which she adored, where a girl, off-camera, asked sexy questions to the hot naked boys on-screen; as well as some of the CORBIN FISHER clips she's fingered herself to, which used an off-screen male voice, asking the models flirty questions, so the viewer could see how cute and sexy the boys were before they turned into cock-crazed horn-dogs.
Remy and McKinley made the onscreen interview work beautifully -- they were both so damn gorgeously photogenic, of course; camera-shy, too, which was very hot; mostly, though, they were just so dick-strainingly horny for each other, it was adorable.
Wren thought it was hilarious, as she made the horny boys sit patiently and answer questions, how it was obvious neither boy could wait to get his hands all over his bro's naked muscle and thick cock, and just start kissing and licking and sucking -- then fucking, for which they were both raging-hard -- except there was this silly buzz-kill of a girl wanting them to shoot the shit for a while before their raging teens hormones could erupt.
Wren thought it really amped up the sexual tension between them.
Her camera luxuriated on the two near-nude young Adonises, pressed close together on the couch, grinning and stroking each other, teasing each other's cut upper-body muscle, as her off-camera voice asked suggestive questions.
"So McKinley, you excited for your first time with Remy?"
Such a shy, blushing smile, Wren thought! And the boy's horniness seemed to vibrate through his chest, thrumming in his voice as he answered, a little embarrassed.
"Oh, no doubt! Remy's so fucking beautiful. Hottest white boy at No Hope, hands down! Super-hot body, seriously ripped! I mean, look at this muscle! Plus, he's so damn cool! Sexiest fucking dude I've ever known."
"Remy, let's hear your thoughts on Mick."
Remy leaned over to give McKinley a smoldering kiss, cupping the boy's head from the back, letting fingers play through his thick blonde mane, the camera picking up McKinley's soft, breathy pleasure-moans.
Remy finally pulled off the kiss, grinning boyishly, and answered Wren's question.
"McKinley is super gorgeous. I remember the first time I saw him, at orientation. So damn hot! Super shy, too, which was way sexy. Then, having him show up in Drawing class, I knew I had to find a way to get with this dude."
The fingers of Remy's left hand played through Mick's hair as he purred his lust. His right hand played over Mick's thick dick, hardening under the boy's briefs.
"We flirted like crazy in art class today, talking about our super-hot hockey-stud nude model, teasing each other's hands and we traced our fingers up and down over Mickey's drawing of that college-hottie's gorgeous cock. It was so damn hot. That got me so fucking hard, bro."
Remy kissed Mick again. His hand slipped under the boy's underwear pouch so he could seriously start stroking dick.
Mick groaned loud and deep at Remy's grip on his naked dick, jacking serious cock. Wren groaned from the low, balls-deep rasp of Mick's lust.
Remy went on cooing his response to Wren's question as the interview turned into foreplay.
"Saw you boning up too, under the drawing table. We were both hard as fuck for each other. My girlfriend knew I been seriously crushing on Mick ever since school started."
Mick thrilled at Remy's words. Remy went on.
"She told me during the break today I needed to get serious about nailing this hottie. Yeah I did."
It suddenly occured to Remy. He turned and faced Mick.
"It's wild, bro -- I have literally never been with a white boy before. Been with all black boys past five years or so. You're, like, my first, dude."
McKinley laughed, his head swimming.
"Dude, I have literally never been with any boy before! Been wondering just how the fuck I hit the jackpot first time out."
Wren's off-camera voice cooed with excitement.
"Ooooh! A cherry boy! Remy, are you excited about that?"
"My fucking cock throbs at the thought. Close up on throbbing cock!"
Remy thrust his hips out and up towards Wren's phone, fishing his rock-hard cock out from under the straining jock-pouch he still wore.
He turned to McKinley again, one hand continuously jacking the boy's hardened dick.
"Yeah, bro, I remember in orientation, when Mayo asked which boys had started fucking. I was amazed you said you hadn't! I thought, `Dude this hot, and he's cherry! Hell yeah!'"
McKinley felt like he might shoot any time now, Remy's jacking was so superb.
Remy's voice mellowed to playful lover-boy cooing. The interview was over as far as Remy was concerned.
"Dude, gonna make your first-time unreal hot. We're gonna suck and fuck and jack and muscle-worship all damn night."
McKinley trembled with lust. His voice was shaky and breathless.
"Can't fucking wait, bro."
Wren's off-camera voice was equally breathless. This was so damn hot, watching boys get with each other.
"Hell yeah, get to it!"
Slow, sensuous kissing while each boy's hands explored the other boy's taut muscle and hard cock.
Wren thought she could actually hear McKinley's heart beating loudly under his breathless groans.
Remy took the lead. He turned on the couch seat, flipped his leg over McKinley's thigh, and straddled him, French kissing him while his hands roamed appreciatively over the boy's firm pecs, pinching and playing with McKinley's bead-hard nipples.
Just the two boys' moans alone were enough to get Wren moist.
Remy kissed his way down McKinley's chest and abs.
Wren was on overload watching her boy get into cock-hard, full-blown sex with another boy. If she had a dick, right now she would be stroking the most major hard-on of her life -- it was that fucking hot seeing Remy's raw hunger for boys.
Wren knew it would be like this. Remy needed to be with boys the way he needed to work out, or the way he needed to make art. Boys, especially black boys, muscle, art, the Dead, cooking, constantly horny, watching football, being totally sweet, looking utterly hot -- these were the major strands in her boy's DNA. A superior blend, Wren thought.
Kneeling in front of his new bro, Remy slowly slipped off McKinley's briefs, freeing with a sprong the boy's thick, uncut, steel-hard cock, the head of which gleamed with oozed precum.
Damn! dude's almost big as me -- Remy thought, moaning at the saliva-inducing sight of such a perfect piece of boy-meat jutting up expectantly in front of him.
Wren, filming it all, let out with a soft, off-camera squeal.
"Big-ass dick, bro! Two hot jocks with big fuckin' cocks!"
Some introductory kissing of tip and shaft and sac as Remy cradled it sensuously. McKinley let go with the most tenderly aching groans of ecstasy.
Remy got down to work. He lavished a long, slow, first-time blow on his hot, new bro.
McKinley's hands instinctively went for the back of Remy's head, desperately hoping to encourage him all he could. Remy needed none -- McKinley's cock was just too delicious, not just thick and satisfying to an eager cocksucker, but leaking a tangy, addictive brand of cock-honey.
When McKinley's dick became slick enough from saliva and precum, Remy began taking him to the root, showing Mick how he could throat-fuck a boy, and how hot it was for both of them.
McKinley's cries of disbelief grew high-pitched and staccato as he got seriously into it.
Wren perched her slim, naked body on the arm of the couch, so she could zoom in on the boys' action.
After deep-throating for a while, and playing with Mick's balls, Remy pulled his mouth off McKinley's cock, letting long, thick strands of saliva and pre trail from his tongue and lips.
He proceeded to lick the shaft up and down, circling the head, tonguing into the piss-slit, then spent a few minutes ball-washing the boy.
McKinley's youthful, first-time bedazzlement expressed itself in gut-wrenched moans and breathless gasps, which super-charged Remy's passion.
Remy let his tongue trail down below the balls.
Hoping that move toward his hole meant what he thought it did -- and craving it desperately -- McKinley instantly shifted his hips to give his new bro better access.
Green-lit so obviously, Remy rimmed voraciously. His tongue sloshed sloppily back and forth over the boy's smooth, clenched-tight pucker, then began prodding a finger-like tongue deeper and deeper into the center, while fisting Mick's hard, hiccupping dick.
McKinley writhed in ecstasy at Remy's rimming, crying out in high-pitched grunts of amazement that sounded like they were being yanked out of his chest.
Wren was beside herself with how hot it was.
When Mick's cherry hole was drenched-white with spit-lube, Remy began fingering him, resulting in even louder, higher-pitched groans from McKinley.
Remy kept at it, his own cock pulsing merrily along as he worked open the boy's tight hole. His lips and tongue trailed back and forth over the boy's balls every so often, and up and down his throbbing shaft.
More deep-throating, Remy decided.
Every time he took in Mick's entire length, he mashed his nose against his bro's shaved-smooth patch, snuffling like the pig-boy he felt like, keeping his nose pressed flush, while he hummed over the thick length of cock buried in his gullet.
McKinley's hands pressed against the back of Remy's head with the same throbbing-hard tightness he felt in his nuts. He was desperate to shoot -- the cum roiling in his nuts felt like it might erupt through his scrotum if he didn't.
Mick tried articulating his ecstasy.
"Aw fuck, dude! Unreal! So damn hot, Remy! Gonna shoot any second, bro!"
Remy growled low, sexy bro-talk as he jacked the boy's hard length.
"Fuck yeah . . . cum for me, bro . . . gimme that load . . . wanna see that big dick shoot . . . such a hot fuckin cock."
He let a huge gob of spit trail onto the boy's twitching hardness and started deep-throating again and playing his fingers lewdly in Mick's slickened hole.
McKinley's panting gasps came faster and sharper. The boy's sac shrunk around his nuts. Wren squealed at the sight.
McKinley gave out with what sounded like a child's frightened cry, but which Remy knew was a boy's deepest pleasure.
"Fuck! I'm cumming, bro! Aw fuck! Fuck!"
Remy mumbled an encouraging response, his mouth full of dick, then began savoring splash after splash of spurting boy-cream. He loved seeing McKinley's upper body crunch with each blast and his abs tighten with the strain of his climax.
A few moments after, when McKinley's breathing had settled, there was deep, open-mouthed kissing to share what was left of the boy's load.
A touching coda to end their cocksucking, Wren thought, as she stopped filming.
Remy loaded another bowl, sparked it, and passed it to Mick. As Mick took a long, deep drag, he realized he was having the happiest day of his teen life. His future suddenly looked absolutely thrilling.
Remy got up to change the record, and Wren let her phone run slowly over Mick's gorgeous face and body.
Remy decided on BEAR'S CHOICE -- "Smokestack Lightning," which he thought some of the raunchiest, sexiest music ever made. He hopped back on the couch.
The three teens finished the bowl, and Wren got back to camming while the horny boys fondled each other, grinning with the delicious giddiness of their boy-lust.
Remy raised his muscular young hips up off the couch so he could strip off the jock he was still wearing. He and McKinley began sixty-nining -- Mick on Remy's cock, Remy at his bro's ass, rimming and further loosening.
McKinley groaned with the unparalleled excitement of a boy's first taste of dick.
Watching gorgeous boys utterly consumed with lust for each other, Wren cooed her encouragement as she held her phone, zooming in on Mick's first-time cock-sucking.
"Suck that big-ass dick, son! Hell yeah! Dick be so damn addictive, right?"
Mick grunted excitedly, slurping his mouth-stuffed agreement.
Remy became possessed with topping, the need to pound his bro's ass thrummed through his muscles and cock.
"Fucking love this sweet ass o' yours, bro! You ready to ride that dick, dude? Feel that cock you're sucking all up in your guts?"
"Hell yeah! Cannot fuckin' wait, bro! Take my damn cherry, Rem! Can't imagine a hotter boy to gimme my first fuck."
Wren was light-headed and heart-racing. She could hardly wait until later tonight, when she could edit all this insanely hot footage.
Remy rimmed and fingered McKinley a tad bit more, making sure his first-time hole was slick and loose enough, while the younger boy kept sucking Remy's cock like he'd never let it leave his mouth.
Wren's eyes gleamed, staring at the wonderment her phone was recording.
Before she knew it, Remy was sliding his hard, spit-slick length into McKinley's stretched-open hole. She would probably have passed out from fingering herself at this scene if she hadn't had her phone to mediate between her and the boys' fucking, like watching an eclipse in a mirror in order not to go blind.
The raw animal hunger that erupted when two horny boys got together was stunning to Wren -- the loud grunts and yells; the moaning and gasping and breathless need; their desperate, muscular drive to climax; and the beautifully choreographed athleticism of their coupling, lending a sublime elegance to the violence of boys' passion for cock and ass and muscle.
She'd seen similar scenes thousands of times on-screen, of course, in her obsessive viewing of gay porn, but witnessing it live was revelatory. Remy was right, she realized -- all boys are gay, their most primal craving is for another boy and a boy's desire.
That's my most primal craving, too, Wren saw now.
She felt a sudden, intense rush of her mother's presence in her, her mother's exact same craving, which she always seemed to have, every day, since Wren had been old enough to remember -- this deep, existential hunger for boys and their singular beauty, their big, hard muscle and big, hard dick.
Wren savored her hunger as it coursed deliciously through her entire body, mirroring itself in the raw, athletic passion she watched on her phone-screen.
This is where I need to be, Wren realized -- in the midst of powerful, lean-muscled, utterly gorgeous, insatiable boys,who erupt with desire for other boys, feeling the heat actually radiate off them, hearing the primal need in their voices, seeing all that sweaty muscle pump and flex and ripple and bulge, breathing the steamy scent of horned-up boy-musk, channeling the power of hard, thick, glistening cocks, those jutting shafts throbbing with boy-lust.
This was easily the most immersive thrill she'd ever felt. She was going to get with Remy and other gorgeous boys as often as she could now.
Remy started their fuck with Mick on his back, so the boys could ogle each other's muscular bodies while Remy pleasured his bro. It was slow, muscular, sensuous long-dicking for a while, as they two boys gazed on how gorgeous they were.
Remy reached down and played with Mick's nips as he lazily pumped in and out of his bro, sending an electric charge through Mick's already throbbing cock.
McKinley cried out for harder, and Remy was happy to oblige. The room grew loud with a string of "So hot!" and "Fuck that ass!" and "Aw fuck!"
Wren couldn't decided whether it was mostly Remy fucking Mick's ass, or Mick grooving his ass over Remy's dick, realizing he could ride Remy's cock to pleasure his ass just right.
It was so hot for Wren to see her boy's lean, ripped body move with such force and power, yet stay controlled and poised. Remy was like some strong, muscular dancer, doing the most sensuous, athletically demanding grind, his body rippling like a jungle cat.
McKinley looked so hot, too -- his beautifully-muscled frame thrashing on the couch as he rode his hips with a deft fluidity over Remy's cock, looking like a slutty whore, like he'd been taking dick his entire life.
Wren watched McKinley's cock bobbing and throbbing, spraying drops of pre-cum as it thrashed about from the force of Remy's pummeling.
Mick's a natural bottom, Wren thought -- he's delighting in the revelation of the pleasure he gets from being railed by his top's big dick. This first fuck from Remy has taught him to need cock constantly. Wait til he takes his first black dick, Wren thought.
She smiled dreamily to think about what a boy-whore Mick was going to be at school from now on. How excited the No Hope boys were going to be this fall, Wren thought, having this sexy new white boy's ass available to them, constantly craving black cock.
Remy reached down and -- as his hips kept up their smooth, effortless pounding -- grabbed Mick's cock and started jacking.
"Love this ass I'm fuckin, bro. And love this big-ass dick you got. You are so fucking hot, dude! So damn gorgeous!"
Mick was flushed with pleasure -- that boys loved fucking him, that such a gorgeous dude thought he was hot.
"Remy, you are unreal hot, dude! Your dick feels amazing! Fuck me, bro! Fuck that ass! Feels so fucking good!"
Remy fucked his new bro while he fisted McKinley's dick, loving to see the boy in the throes of first-time ecstasy, loving how he could tell Mick being fucked like this because of how rock-hard his cock was.
Remy got psyched to bring his bro off. He started played with Mick's nut-sac with his other hand. Big floppy sac, Remy thought, critically appraising his new fuck buddy and giving him 10's in every category.
Mick was transported, Wren could tell, as she filmed the amazing scene. His face looked like one of those Renaissance paintings of saints in ecstasy.
A shrieked softly gulped out of Wren when he saw Mick's cock erupt and blast rope after rope of pearly-white cream over his smooth, muscular chest.
Mick scooped as much of his cum up as he could and sucked it off his fingers, whimpering with delight, while Remy kept fucking him. He roiled his athletic hips back over his bro's pumping cock to hit the spot that made his brain pulse with pleasure.
The boys switched positions, and Wren filmed McKinley's second orgasm, too -- another huge, explosive load, this one hands-free, from Remy's skill in fucking a boy doggy-style.
Remy rammed Mick's ass, kneeling behind him, holding the boy's head up by a fistful of his shoulder-length hair, as if it were the blonde mane of a young stallion he was using for a rein as he rode him.
Wren captured footage of Remy pumping his load in McKinley's ass, and the boys' soft, tender kissing and cooing and muscle-stroking afterwards, as Wren filmed Remy's load gently stream from Mick's ass like footage of a rill in a quiet meadow.
Wren had more than enough film, she figured, setting her phone down on the coffee table. She would edit it all into something glorious later tonight, but right now she very much wanted to join in.
Seductively, like a sleek cat, Wren slid from the couch-arm, slipping in between the boys' naked, sweaty, hard-muscled young bodies, kissing Remy while jacking McKinley, then switching lips and cocks.
She thrilled to feel Remy's finger immediately begin working her clit. Remy had been so wonderfully easy to train, and now he was a girl's dreamiest, most gorgeous lover. `Boy-toy' seemed a cliche, yet that's what she's created in Remy, and it was glorious.
A minute or so later, the three teens had morphed into Wren blowing Remy and fingering herself, while Remy blew McKinley and fingered him.
Their warm, steamy sighs and groans seemed to create a thick haze in the room.
Wren hopped up after a bit, flitted away, and brought back a nubby glass dildo she'd had in her tote bag, packed earlier this morning, when she thought it would just be Remy and her at his house after school.
While fingering herself, she used the toy for ass-play on the beautiful bottom boy, McKinley, while Remy and McKinley sixty-nined.
McKinley, having been taught so quickly by Remy and his girlfriend the lesson of ass-play, began fingering Remy's smooth, beautiful boy-hole, then licking it because it looked so luscious.
The couch, for the next twenty minutes or so, was a shifting, undulating blur of toned, naked flesh, cock-sucking and ass-rimming and pussy-licking, like a whitish-pink wave tossing and turning on a brown leather rock, their young bodies lit by a buttery-soft, late-afternoon sun.
After they all came (Wren three times), Remy flipped over the Dead album, filled another bowl, and clicked on, soundlessly, another BEL AMI clip. In this one, four beautiful Hungarian boys sucked each other's outrageously long, thick, uncut cocks.
The three teens kissed and fondled each other on the couch, talking about the boys and the sex on screen, as they traded hits off Remy's pipe.
Remy sprawled his hard, muscular body back against the sofa, stretched his muscular arms across the sofa back, an open invitation to his new bro, who eagerly blew him to wet hardness, then rode him, while Wren sucked McKinley off.
Unfortunately, Wren's phone suddenly went off, reminding her about the Damsons' dinner party. She quickly dressed, then picked up her tote bag, leaving her glass dildo behind for the boys to play with, and made her good-byes.
"That's it, you gorgeous sexy boys! Gots to go get ready for the rents' dinner party. It's been truly beyond even the farthest limits of the spectacular! Or is that furthest'? Anyway, you're both so damn beautiful, and so fucking sexy! I'm gonna edit the footage I took and send you sexy boys something to jack off to later tonight, probably around 1 or so, so stay tuned. Have fun, laddies."
Remy offered to throw some clothes on and walk her up to her house, but Wren just laughed and told her boy she wasn't quite that bad, so, staying beautifully nude, the boys accompanied her downstairs.
McKinley watched his gorgeous new bro hugging and kissing and fondling his girlfriend at the front door, as they said their long goodbye, and Wren doing the same to him, worshipping every inch of Remy's hard-carved muscle and long, thick cock.
Mick still felt absolutely stunned, dazzled, by the totally unforeseen (but so very deeply desired) direction this otherwise ordinary school-day had taken,this most wondrous about-face his life has made.
And now, even more wonder -- the prospect of an entire night and tomorrow morning with this most glorious boy. His new friend.
A friend! Finally! The kind of friend he'd always dreamed of having, ever since he'd begun jacking to his desire in bed at night.
From what Remy had said, they'll be sucking, fucking, rimming, jacking to porn, worshipping muscle, showering together -- living the kind of bro-sex life Mick's dreamed about.
A dream is still what it seems, as if he'd been magically transported into an alternate time-line, one created from the imagery of his most fevered stroke-fantasies.
Mick offered up a `Hell yeah!' to whoever was responsible.
After seeing Wren off at the front door, the boys raced back up to Remy's bedroom and stepped out on his third-floor porch so Remy could watch his girl walk up the hilly street to her house -- half to make sure no one bothered her, half because he just loved watching her.
Remy cupped his hands to his mouth, making ready to call up the street.
McKinley's eyes were on his bro's body, Remy's blonde beauty bathed in afternoon sun. He's so damn beautiful, Mick thought, dick stirring again.
Remy yelled loudly to Wren, and she turned, laughing to see two nude boys exposing themselves in public like that.
Wren had rushed to get dressed when she left Remy's house, knowing she was just going to have to change clothes for Marlo's dinner party, as soon as she got home, so she hadn't bothered with her underwear, merely stuffing it in her tote.
She smirked up to Remy on his balcony and turned her back to him, resuming her walk up the steep street to her house, now flipping her skirt up in back to flash her butt a couple of long times, each lingering show of skin bringing a whoop from Remy.
Wren texted Remy from her front door to say she was home safe and about to jump in the shower and finger herself to dreamy thoughts about white boys' big dicks, then get dressed for the party.
Remy texted back that he adored her, which got a string of hearts from his girl and a quickly snapped-and-sent pic of her exposed cunt right before she stepped into the shower.
McKinley cracked up when Remy started licking his phone screen after Wren sent him the crotch shot.
With Wren squared away, the naked boys chilled on the couch and made out while they shared a stuffed-full pipe of pot. When the bowl was cashed, they headed downstairs to the rustle up some dinner in the kitchen.
Those two big, meaty dicks Wren claimed to be fingering herself to in her shower bounced as they trotted down two flights of stairs. Mick loved hanging with a bro like this, loved how he'd somehow been granted the wish to live his life the exact way he'd dreamed.
Downstairs, Remy first searched some music on his phone to have playing while they made dinner. He switched his phone so it would play on the excellent-sounding speakers of the table-top radio tucked away on a kitchen counter (a radio Remy had scored over the summer for five bucks, accompanying Ava on one of her trips to Godwill).
He chose the Dead's 11/8/69 show at the Fillmore, which he thought perfect cook-and-chill music for hanging with a new bro (and hopefully helping turn the dude on to the band). Remy liked this concert because it started rocking immediately, with an excellent Pig Pen one-two punch -- "Easy Wind" then "Good Lovin'" -- then immediately segued into one of the wildest "Dark Star"s ever.
Music sorted, Remy began to fix them one of his favorite quick dinners -- udon noodles in peanut butter sauce, with cucumbers, garnished with cilantro and chopped nuts. As he rounded up the ingredients together, he noticed some spinach and broccoli that needed to be used, so he decided he'd stir-fry them for a side dish.
McKinley helped with the prep as best he could, finding it enviously impressive Remy could cook. Plus, it was sexy as hell hanging out naked with the dude in his cool, funky, powder-blue, thrift-shop kitchen, helping him chop vegetables while constantly eye-fucking each other's hot bodies.
When McKinley finished with the cucumber and cilantro, he nuzzled up to Remy from behind, running his hands across his bro's muscular shoulders, kissing them all over, wedging his cock in his bro's crack, and reaching around to worship his bro's hot upper-body as Remy stood at the counter and chopped broccoli and spinach.
After a couple minutes more of chopping, loving the feeling of his bro's sexy foreplay, Remy put down his knife, turned round, and hugged McKinley.
The two boys' lips worked feverishly against each other, breathless with youthful desire. Hard-muscled chest pressed tight against hard-muscled chest, and their stiff, straining cocks mashed sensually together, while excited hands roved over each other's firm glutes, and fingers pried into cracks.
Remy couldn't even think about cooking now.
"God damn, bro -- dinner's on fucking hold. You're just too damn sexy, Mick. We gotta fuck again. That cool?"
It was, indeed.
They scampered to the living room. Remy spread one of Ava's throws down on the couch and laid back on it. McKinley arranged himself over his bro's chiseled torso so that each boy had his lips on the other boy's dick.
They ravished each other, sucking and fingering with lusty young abandon, absolutely addicted to each other's beauty, each other's glorious cock, and each other's unquenchable boy-lust.
After about five minutes, Remy's mouth pulled off McKinley's thick length, and his tongue trailed down the boy's taint. Thumbs now, not fingers, started working open the boy's tight rosebud. McKinley called out.
"Fuck yeah! Work that hole! This time I wanna sit on you and ride this big-ass dick, bro."
And that's just what they did.
Remy loved watching McKinley's smooth, nicely cut upper body flex and pump as his ass writhed and bounced on Remy's huge hardness.
The blonde hottie leaned back, bracing himself on Remy's thighs with strong, muscular arms, and smoothly rolled his ass up and down on Remy's cock, like he'd been fucking boys for years. He'd quickly raise that sleek, sculpted upper body up, then mash his ass down and around on Remy's stone-hard dick, with rapid speed, celebrating the heady, balls-out joy of a boy pleasuring himself with another boy.
Remy was transfixed by McKinley's smooth, lean body, twisting and gyrating while he pleasured his boy-hole -- nicely sculpted muscle, and that long, wild, wavy blonde mane of surfer-hair shaking and tossing like a girl's in some sexy commercial.
McKinley was doing the most seductive dance a boy could do, Remy realized -- riding cock.
When they both came, laughing and whooping, delighting in this profoundly intimate new friendship, they licked each other clean and kissed with a bro's deep passion, then headed back to the kitchen (cocks already pinging in anticipation of the next round).
As they finished preparing their dinner, McKinley was on a total high -- cooking naked with his hot bro was almost as hot as sex.
Mick immediately decided he needed to become a total stud in the kitchen. Watching Remy confidently prepare food, the handsome boy radiated a quiet, sexy coolness, displaying his effortless mastery of such a key life-skill -- one McKinley totally sucked at because he rarely did any cooking for himself and none at all for his family.
McKinley was flat-out overcome by Remy, overmastered by the sheer presence of the boy -- the stunning beauty, the sexual skill and strong desire, the style, the athleticism, the coolness, the confidence.
And take all the music they'd listened to for the past hour -- Remy jammed incredible tunes, stuff Mick had never even heard of.
McKinley asked Remy what they were listening to, adding how much he'd liked all the music Remy had played so far. He grabbed his phone and typed the names Grateful Dead' and Miles Davis,' along with the titles of the albums by those artists Remy had played, as his bro rattled them off.
Remy asked him if he had a record player. McKinley did, though he rarely used it (his parents bought it for him a couple of years ago when he thought he could be a DJ). Remy said he'd lend him some records when he left tomorrow. McKinley told him how awesome that would be.
Remy dumped the noodles into his peanut-butter sauce, mixed it up, sprinkled chopped cilantro, crushed red pepper, and toasted walnuts on top, and served them each a plate, with a side of spinach and broccoli. They ate standing naked in the kitchen, side by side at the counter, big grins on their faces, feeding each other forkfuls, stopping every so often to kiss, muscle-worship, and jack each other's hard, excited cock as they ate.
It was an amazing dinner. McKinley couldn't stop complimenting his bro on probably the best gourmet meal he'd had in weeks. Remy laughed and said it was just another bullshit week-night pantry supper he'd thrown together.
They each finished another huge plateful, leaving no leftovers, before cleaning up the kitchen.
McKinley realized, without an ounce of shame, how much he wanted to be Remy.
The thought thrilled him, energized him even, because, despite what an imposingly high bar for coolness Remy set, he was also such a meticulously, graphically detailed role model. He demonstrated sexy swagger so vividly, making it only too clear how to be the hottest boy possible, that Mick thought he actually might be able to managed a fairly good approximation of it, learn as much as he could of what Remy was teaching him, so he could become the seriously hot boy he'd only dare dreamed of being.
Not that he could ever achieve the Full Remy, of course, because Remy was such an obviously a singular dude.
McKinley realized he'd never had anyone in his life before this who could teach him what a boy needed to know about how to be cool and sexy, no male relative or friend, no one he saw up-close who could show how a sexy dude put it all together -- the look, the body, the talk, the sex, the entire skill-set, the necessary knowledge-base.
Certainly no one to demonstrate young gay maleness to him so perfectly, like Remy has, before.
McKinley decided he'd use Remy as his mentor from now on, striving to become awesome like Remy was awesome -- vibrant and smart and confident and so damn built and totally into hot boys and so skilled at having incredible sex with them.
Remy was every single thing McKinley wanted to be.
McKinley knew he had much to learn, much to catch up on, but he felt excited and ready for the challenge. Remy was setting a mean pace for things that mattered, but McKinley felt cocky, like a young gun out to give the most dangerous desperado a run for his money.
After texting with Ava to check, Remy filled a cooler with some ice and six beers and brought it upstairs for THURSDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL (Remy's Packers were on, against the Eagles).
He muted the game in favor of blasting some more Dead on his stereo while they watched it. Remy figured McKinley needed to know EUROPE '72 -- to him, the pinnacle of the Dead. He decided he'd just flip through the three-record set for the next couple hours.
Remy loaded a bowl, sparked it, and the two naked boys nestled close and sexy together on the couch, watching football, flipping on gay porn during commercials, pleasuring each other for the next couple of hours, riding a three-hour tide of muscle-lust.
McKinley loved it -- wave upon wave of soft, sensual foreplay, stroking each other's thick hardening cocks with one eye on the game, kissing and fingering during the porn breaks, cresting to cock-sucking when they were helpless to resist, followed by seriously irresistible fucking, then settling back down to young, permanently horned-up, jock-bro intimacy again, keeping up a lively commentary with each other on the game.
They were into the game as much as each other -- until, of course, the next irresistible lust-wave came crashing over them and the cock-sucking started.
They surfed those thrilling waves all night long.
At one point, Remy wanted to do a sketch of McKinley. He posed him, naked of course, his arm along the back of the couch, watching Remy's game/gay porn mix, one lean-muscled leg sprawled forward, and the other leg pulled close to his ass, his cock, looking long and thick and luscious, lying splayed across his sprawled leg.
Remy thought of it as the way Michelangelo would pose a boy -- if the boy was a surfer-boy heart-throb.
Before he started drawing, Remy took a bunch of photos, so he could work on the drawing later. Then he hunkered down on the couch opposite and began the sketch, getting a fairly good start before they both decided they were horny as fuck.
For their next round of sex, Remy told McKinley he wanted to ride his bro's big dick. McKinley was stoked -- he'd been hard for Remy's smooth, firm ass all afternoon, but had been too damn shy to say.
So McKinley eagerly rimmed Remy while Remy sucked him to hard and dripping. When Remy couldn't wait any longer, he eased his hard-muscled glutes over McKinley's raging-hard cock.
The feel of his dick entering a boy's tight, warm hole for the first time was a revelation for Mick. He groaned and grunted and cooed in high-pitched ecstasy.
Remy loved pleasuring himself on such a hefty, satisfying length of slick, steel-hard cock.
"Fuck, you feel good in my ass, bro! So damn big and thick, so damn hard."
"Love this ass, bro. Love fucking you. Gotta say, though, stud -- never thought I'd ever get to tap this ass. You seem like such an alpha top, Rem."
"Dude, you know what they say, `There's two types of gay boys -- those that love bottoming, and liars'!"
McKinley cracked up. He was already giddy from the fucking, but loved hearing Remy talk so cool and sexy and frank about being gay, and showing how hot it was to bottom (to which McKinley was now addicted).
"You're so fucking hot, Remy. I'm so damn into you, bro."
"Love hangin' with you,dawg, and your dick feels amazing. But harder, dawg! Pound that ass! Ruin my damn hole!"
The evening went on like that for McKinley, an unreeling Technicolor dream of his most secret fantasies.
So hot, Mick thought, hanging out naked with another dude like this, seeing ripped muscle and showing it off, seeing Remy's dick, being able to stroke it and suck it whenever, showing off his own big dick, putting it out there for his bro, showing Remy how hard he got him, how into this Mick was.
The few moments when they weren't having either sustained foreplay or impassioned sex, the boys would marvel at this wonderful thing that had happened so fast with them. Remy put it best.
"Dude, take my word for it, based on being with a lot of boys the past four years or so -- it's like we just fucking click. No surprise -- both of us are pretty damn hot, athletic as fuck, and totally into boy-sex. Fingers crossed but this feels like a total keeper friendship, dude."
Mick thrilled at those words. His first real friend, and he couldn't imagine a more perfect one.
They sent Wren stuff all night long -- nude pics (both alone and together); underwear shots; steamy pics or short vids of them kissing or blowing each other or jacking each other; and muscle-smut pics they took of each other, mostly nude or in one of Remy's jocks.
The boys sent copies of everything they sent Wren to themselves, too, of course -- to jack to later (which was the very purpose to which Wren and Njeri put them that night in Wren's bedroom).
Remy culled through the shots they took of each other trying on all his jocks and underwear, posting the best to his social media page.
The boys enjoyed a long stretch on the couch together, after the game. Remy sparked another bowl, and they cuddled close, lazily stroking each other's dick while leafing through the stack of gay comics Remy kept on his coffee table, along with glossy books by fitness photographers of mostly nude muscle-studs.
Horned up from that, they jacked in front of more gay porn on the flatscreen, showing each other clips featuring their favorite porn stars.
For McKinley, it was sublime, his first time jacking with another boy to m/m porn. Gay porn clips had been one of the mainstay salvations of his life the past few years. Jacking to gay porn every day, in the solitude of his bedroom, taught him important lessons about himself, his needs as a boy, the kind of male bodies he found desirable, and the sex he craved.
But stroking to gay porn, was way hotter, of course, with a bro. Mick could picture Remy and him -- and other dudes -- doing this a lot from now on.
The boys' jacking led naturally to sucking, and there was McKinley, in ecstasy, with Remy deep-throating him again.
"Dude, you gotta teach me how to suck cock all the way down like that! I gotta be able to do this shit, bro. Teach me tonight, OK?"
So that's what they worked on for the next thirty-some minutes. The lesson was incredibly hot -- and highly effective, too, so that McKinley's skill could soon keep pace with his desire.
McKinley wanted to learn every single thing Remy could teach him about being a hot boy as fast as possible.
"Dude, what is this pot we've been smoking all day? Fucking amazing, dawg."
"It's this super-wicked indica I like. I'll roll you a couple joints to take home tomorrow."
"Tight!"
"Do a blunt of this stuff in your bedroom as your jack to porn and jam some sexy tunes, then strip and pose and flex and pump in front of the mirror, jacking and fingering yourself. You will cum like never before, guaranteed! That's what I like to do to get off, when I'm alone. I just don't get sex without weed. Boy-sex, especially, is like made for being high on some really good, body-rush pot."
Of course he's a connoisseur of dope, McKinley thought, marveling yet again at his hot-boy role-model.
The boys chilled after McKinley's cock-sucking practice.
"I'm glad that you're as heavy into cock as I am, dude. You know who else is major into boy-meat, right? Wren. She blows my mind -- a lesbian cock-hound! 'White-boy cock-lust,' she calls it! But damn if she ain't got black-boy cock-lust even worse!"
"Same here, dude!"
"Hey, get in line, dawg! Speaking of my girl's cock-lust, did you get a look at her Blaine sketch? It's fucking awesome! Wren drew the best fucking Blaine cock, hands down! She gave the dude like four more inches, I swear! And that college-jock hottie was hung as fuck to begin with! Fuck, I could stroke a load out to her Blaiine-cock drawing easy. Here, lemme show you this amazing gay art she does."
Remy got out Wren's drawings -- the hugely-hung demon and the equally, absurdly well-endowed fairy prince -- from the tube in which he was storing them until he could find some wood to make frames. Both boys began instinctively stroking themselves as they studied them, commenting on how beautiful both images were, besides being erotic as fuck.
Remy got out a few of his sketchbooks and portfolios, to show his bro some of his own work. McKinley couldn't praise them enough. Remy urged him to pick out a few sketches, if he wanted. McKinley definitely did. He chose three -- each one a different black boy, beautifully muscled, sublimely drawn, and sexy as hell.
McKinley could hardly wait to hang them in his room. Remy's drawings, framed on his wall, would be hot as fuck to look at every day. Plus, they'd serve to start giving his parents a major clue about their son. Mostly, though, they'd be something to remind him of his new bro, his first real friend.