Out of the blue, I got an invitation on facebook to a surprise party for Ryan's 21st birthday, a pool party hosted by his parents. Ryan was a recent hire at my company, he must have been with us six months at this point. I wasn't his boss, exactly, but I had been asked to him the ropes at the business. He was more like my shadow.
Ryan was about 5'10" with light brown hair and blue eyes. He was a bit stocky in a handsome, manly way, without being fat. His chest hair stuck out the top of his t-shirt and he had hairy forearms too. I guess his jeans didn't really fit well because when he bent over, he was always showing a hairy butt crack. He wore glasses, but only for driving or reading.
He was a good worker but didn't fit in well with others. He didn't seem to get along with anybody except me and Jason, although I was never entirely sure why, other than that he was a natural introvert. He mostly kept his mouth shut in a group, although he never stopped talking when it was just the two of us.
Ryan's parents had a nice, newish suburban house with a big, private backyard and an in-ground, kidney-shaped pool. I could see why he hadn't moved out yet. The party was mostly family - parents, sister, some aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmother, etc. The only non-relative friends were his best friend Jason, (who I knew, because Jason was also hired by the company at the same time), a couple of other guys and me. It was a pretty standard BBQ - burgers and dogs and beers. It was an overcast day and only the little kids actually swam in the pool.
I was offered a second beer by his dad but I refused, since I had to drive home and my rule is never more than one. That led to Ryan's parents insisting that I spend the night, which was kind but a bit surprising given that they had just met me. After some pressure, I gave in and agreed.
After the backyard party started to die out on account of late afternoon rain, four of us ended up in the basement rec room to watch a movie, I think it was the cartoonish one with all the really ripped Spartan warriors, 300. (It was kinda homoerotic, if you ask me.)
After the movie, we took a cab to a really trashy nightclub in a strip mall, the kind of place where girls with Big Hair have cat fights in the parking lot over each other's boyfriends. The other guys sized up different girls while I sipped beer. None of them had any success. Eventually, Randy and Jason left in one cab and Ryan and I went back to his parents' house in another. When we got back, it must have been past 1 am and the house was quiet with everyone else in bed.
The rain had stopped so we decided to go for a swim in our underwear, which felt pretty good on a humid, muggy summer evening. After swimming a couple of lengths and some aimless paddling around, I sat on the edge dangling my feet in the water. Ryan went inside and returned with two cans of Rolling Rock. We cracked them open and cheersed.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I answered.
"It's kinda personal. If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to."
"It's okay. I don't mind."
"Are...are you gay?"
I smiled wryly, I had had a feeling this was coming. "Yes, yes I am."
"I kinda thought so. I mean, it's cool with me that you are and everything. I don't care. Really." He sounded sincere.
"Thanks. I appreciate it," I replied.
"Are you seeing anybody?"
"Nope."
Ryan went silent. I could see he was struggling with something. "What is it?" I asked.
"I just want you to know I'm not into guys. I could never think of a guy in a sexual way. It's totally cool that you do, but it's not for me."
"Did you think I was coming on to you?" I asked slowly.
"Um, I kinda wondered, maybe."
"No, you're a good looking guy, don't get me wrong, but I know you're straight. I respect that. I would never want to make you uncomfortable or mess up our friendship."
"I know, thanks. I just wish that a girl would want to sleep with me and not just my gay friend."
"Because you want a girlfriend or because you want to get your rocks off?"
"Both."
"Sorry, Ryan, you're going to have to keep looking for Mrs Right."
"I just need Mrs Right-Now."
"Every guy should get a bj on his birthday."
"I know! I don't even care all that much who does the deed, I ain't fussy."
"Well, then," I was joking.
Don't get any funny ideas!" Ryan was laughing too.
"Don't worry about me, I keep my hands to myself. Until I'm asked anyway, then I do a damn good job."
"Better than a girl?" he asked.
"Way better. Gay guys are more familiar with the equipment."
"But you don't know that."
"I did it with a girl once, when I was 17. She was my first."
"Really?"
"Yup. It was fun."
"I don't get how a gay guy would enjoy sex with a girl. No way could I ever do it with a guy and like it."
"I'm glad I did it. It was fine, it's just not what I like best. Besides, gay and straight isn't all black and white. There can be shades of grey."
"'All cats are grey in the dark.'"
"Exactly. Just like 'there's no such thing as a bad blow job.' Some are better than others, but there's no such thing as a bad one."
"You sound like you've got a lot of experience."
"Not really. One girl and six guys."
"That's more than me. I've only had full sex with two girls and one other girl that gave me head."
"I've only traded blow jobs with guys, I've never done anal."
"Why not?"
"I dunno, I didn't feel like I wanted to go further with any of them. None of them meant anything, they were just guys I met to fool around with and then I never saw them again."
"You want more than just a quick fuck."
"Yeah, I want to be at least friends with the guy. I don't mean I want to settle down and get married tomorrow but i want to be able to talk him again at least."
"You want a fuck buddy, not just a fuck."
"Exactly."
"But why?"
We were quiet for while I thought about my answer. "Trust," I said finally. "You can't trust strangers. That's why real friends are so valuable - you can trust them."
"I can't argue with that. You and Jason are my best friends, the only people I really trust."
"And I trust you. I wouldn't talk to you about this stuff if I didn't."
"I keep my friends' secrets."
"So do I. You can talk to me about anything, I'll never tell anyone."
"Do you ever think about girls when you jack off?" Ryan asked.
"Almost never."
"But occasionally you do?"
"Yeah, once in awhile. Not very often."
"I sometimes think about guys when I jack off," Ryan admitted in a quiet voice. "I don't want to but sometimes it happens anyway."
"I think all guys do," I replied.
"Really?"
"Yeah, just like all guys check each other out in the locker room. All guys are at least a little bit interested in cock."
"Maybe. I've seen you checking me out."
"Yeah? Well, I was a bit curious. You've got a big one."
"You think?"
"Yup. Definitely."
Ryan lay back with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. His boner was clearly visible in his boxer briefs, a big cylinder outlined in wet cotton from the crotch to the waistband. Neither of us moved or spoke.
I decided that this was a wordless invitation. I lightly ran my fingers down his fabric covered erection from the tip to his balls. Ryan tensed up at my touch but didn't move or speak or open his eyes. He was practically trembling in anticipation. I started to stroke him, gently at first then more vigorously. I started to tug off his shorts. He lifted his butt up to help me. His boner popped free.
It was a big one alright, a real seven-inch, hard, cut cock, and thick too. More than a mouthful. I jacked him slowly and some precum oozed out. I leaned in and licked it off his mushroom head. He moaned as he felt my tongue touch him.
I'd better get going before he changes his mind, I thought. I started slurping on the end of his cock and giving him my best head. He loved it.
I used my left hand to explore his hairy balls while I bobbed up and down and held it steady with my right. My knees kinda hurt on the concrete pool deck, but I didn't care. When he came, it was a gusher and accompanied by some uncontrolled moaning. I did my best to swallow but some leaked out my lips and down my chin anyway. I let it slip from my mouth and sat up and wiped my chin.
"Happy Birthday," I said.
He finally opened his eyes. "Thanks. That was the best blow job I ever had, by far."
"I did my best."
"Let's go to bed." He pulled his wet underwear back up over his semi-soft cock and stood up. We went in the house and to his bedroom. He dropped his wet shorts and so I dropped mine. Ryan was soft but I still had a raging boner.
"You had better jack that or you won't be able to sleep."
Ryan had a double bed in his room. He lay down on top of the covers on what was clearly his side, the side closest to the door. I went around to the other side and lay down beside him.
"Go ahead," he encouraged.
I started stroking myself while he watched, which was pretty hot. Ryan must have thought it was hot too, cause he was getting hard again. He reached over and started stroking me.
After thirty seconds of my straight friend jacking my cock, I was overloaded and came. My first shot went over my shoulder and hit the pillow. The rest landed on my shoulder, in his chest hair and on my stomach. I was always a big shooter.
As soon as I caught my breath again, I started going down on him again. This time I took my time, teasing him, rubbing his thighs, nibbling his balls, long licks all the way up the shaft. When he came, it was a much smaller load than the first time. I had no trouble swallowing it all. We never talked after the deed, he just said thanks and then we slipped under the covers and went to sleep - naked, side by side.