Chris and Torp tumbled into Zinger's room laughing and taking turns drinking from Chris' cup of beer. Torpedo fell down on Zinger's bed while Chris went to Zinger's closet.
"What're you doing?" Torpedo asked.
"Looking for something... found it!" Chris pulled out a bottle of Jack. "Zinger always keeps one in his closet."
"Do you think he'll mind?" Torp said, getting up and coming over.
"Heck no. He'll be cool." Chris took a big swig and handed it to Torp. "You drink much?"
"I'm down," Torp said, and took an even longer pull.
"Damn boy!" Chris laughed. "Take another one!" Torp laughed and did, taking a nice long pull. Chris waited until he was done and then put his arm around Torp and took the bottle from him. He pulled Torp in close. Torp looked up into his eyes and felt his heart beat faster. Chris was gorgeous. Standing at about 6'2" he had intense blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. He looked like he stepped out of an A&F poster. His tight t-shirt left little to the imagination. Torp felt a thrill of submission as this man took hold of him.
Chris on the other hand felt stronger, more dominant with Torp in his arms. He could feel this young God of a man looking up at him with that soulful gaze and he felt uncontrollably lustful. He roughly pulled Torp in and Torp gasped as Chris' mouth met his. Their tongues met and they kissed, hard, and then soft, and Chris pushed Torp slowly back against the wall, running his hands all over him. Torp pulled Chris' shirt off of him, feeling Chris' boner pressed against his leg. Chris' body was amazing, hard from football and wrestling.
"Dude, your arms are huge!"
"These?" Chris teased, and flexed. Torp grabbed them and licked them, worshipping them. Every touch made Chris feel electrified and even more horny, if possible. Finally, Chris couldn't take it anymore. He picked Torp up and threw him on the bed. Torp seemed like a horny slut, a real life porn star. He used his teeth and hands to remove Chris' belt and pants and underwear and then wrapped his lips around Chris' thick 9 incher, lovingly caressing it with his tongue. Chris lost all ability to think and became driven purely by lust and desire. This was, hands down, the best blow job he ever had or would receive. Torp could teach classes, write books.
Finally Chris pulled Torp up from his station and looked him in the eye. Torp returned him with a wicked grin. Torp grabbed a condom off of a table near Zinger's bed and unwrapped it. He put it in his mouth and gently used his tongue to roll it unto Chris' dick. When he finished Chris threw him against the bed on his stomach. Torp's perfect bubble butt stuck out in the air and Chris eased himself down, pressing his bulky muscle down on Torp, who was in heaven. He easily slid his nine inched monster into Torp, who was tight. Torp moaned in ecstasy. They began fucking like animals, Torp was a master bottom and Chris was a hot, dominant top. Chris ran his hands all over Torp's tight body, slick with sweat, through his blonde hair, wrapping his muscled arms around Torp and jacking him off. After what seemed like a lifetime of ecstasy Torp and Chris came at the same time with a shuddering, shared howl. They lay there in the afterglow, Torp worshipping Chris' muscles and Chris kissing Torp everywhere, licking the cum off of his glistening eight pack. Finally they dressed and rejoined the party.