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By Mxaussie
Bowl. Cereal. Milk. Spoon.
Ryan padded barefoot across the kitchen in his boxer briefs, breakfast in one hand. With the other he opened the balcony door and stepped out, squinting in the morning sun.
Sydney Harbour. The sapphire blue harbour was dotted with tiny white yachts. Miniature yellow and green ferries chugged from Circular Quay to Manly, whilst the occasional speedboat zipped like a dragonfly across the water. The whole scene was surrounded by a vista of eucalyptus trees and cliffs and secret beaches, accompanied by the hum of traffic over the bridge, with the sun shining gloriously from a cloudless sky.
Another Saturday morning in one of the most beautiful cities in the world.
Ryan drank it all in from the balcony while he ate his weet-bix, musing how freakishly lucky he had been to end up living in Kirribilli. When he moved to Sydney he didn't know what he was doing; like a lot of people from out West of the mountains he didn't come to the city unless he had to. When he made the decision to get out of his home town, he only knew of a few places, and one of them was Kirribilli, and only because thats where the Prime Minister stayed when he too couldn't avoid coming to Sydney.
With hindsight, it was pretty naive. Of course Kirribilli would be one of the most expensive and exclusive parts of town, it's not like the PM was going to shack up in some dumpy arts ghetto share house. But Ryan didn't consider this, and just applied for a few "rooms to rent" ads online before the big move, including a place with a married couple, Ed and Penny, who had a spare bedroom in their huge apartment right on the water.
They were looking for someone to help make a dent in their considerable mortgage, and even though Ryan couldn't really afford what they were asking on his groundskeeper salary, he applied anyway, figuring it would be fun to at least take a look inside before he readjusted his expectations to reality.
But when he arrived he was surprised to find the couple were only a few years older than him, and pretty cool despite their high-stress jobs with high salaries to match. The three had gotten on well. Really well. As in, Ryan ended up staying for a boozy lunch, during which he came clean about not being able to afford the rent there. Ed and Penny found this hilarious. A quick kitchen conference between the two while Ryan was in the bathroom settled the matter, and Ryan left the apartment the latest resident of Kirribilli paying several hundred dollars less a week rent than anyone else there. In history, probably.
Ryan felt like a bit of a dick admitting it to himself, but being a borderline Adonis with a cheerful country attitude definitely came with some privilege in a place like Sydney.
"What a surprise, he's having weet-bix again," he heard his housemate, Ed, call from the kitchen.
"I like weet-bix," replied Ryan, shovelling the last mouthful in as he stepped back inside. Ed was pulling stuff out of the fridge to make an omelette, dressed in a sweatshirt and gym shorts. He was a classic redhead, freckles, blue eyes, trim beard, and built like a rower, which he was, like all good alpha jocks from Sydney's finest private high schools.
"Too plain for me," proclaimed Ed in his North Shore accent. "I could never eat them, even when I was a kid. Drove my mum crazy. She accused Dad of giving us champagne tastes in pre-school."
Ryan grinned. "Knowing you, you would have had champagne at pre-school."
Ed laughed. "If only, mate."
Ryan really liked Ed, and knew the feeling was mutual. Although they came from completely different backgrounds, they had the basics in common: sport, fitness, and women. On more than one occasion Penny had given up trying to steer the conversation away from football after a couple of drinks, and had taken to jokingly referring to Ryan as "my husband's boyfriend". And when the two of them were alone, it wasn't uncommon for Ed to bring up past conquests or grill Ryan about who he was fucking, because even though he was married to one of the most beautiful and smart women Ryan had ever met, Ed admitted he was, in his words, a horny motherfucker, who had sowed so many wild oats before settling down with Penny he could have started a porridge factory.
"What's on this weekend?" asked Ryan, rinsing out his bowl.
"Dunno," replied Ed, whisking eggs. "Penny and I were supposed to be going to dinner but some deal went south yesterday and now she has to fly to London. Pretty fuckin' rude if you ask me!" he added, loud enough so his wife could hear him in the bedroom.
"I'd rather be eating dinner with you than with the CEO of HSBC, darling husband," called Penny from the bedroom.
"And worse, it's sex night!" answered Ed loudly, winking at Ryan. Ryan grinned.
"I'm sure you and Ryan will figure something out," Penny replied, rushing out of the bedroom with a backpack in one hand and a handful of documents held inside her passport in the other.
"Is that what you're going to wear on the plane?" Ed teased. "You look like you just rolled out of bed."
"What difference does it make what I wear on the fucking plane, Ed," replied Penny, a touch exasperated. "HSBC dude's not flying the fucking thing."
"I know. But it never hurts to make a good first impression."
"On who? The stewardess? Shut up for a second, I have to make sure I'm not forgetting anything."
"But my darling wife," Ed crooned while Penny rolled her eyes. "Whatever am I do to this evening without you? Watch TV? How plebeian!"
"You could come watch the footy with me and my mates?" Ryan found himself saying.
He felt a bit weird. Ryan had never done anything socially with Ed while Penny wasn't around. He'd always just thought of them as "Ed and Penny, Penny and Ed." Never just "Ed" on his own.
Ed perked up.
"The footy? Aw yeah, who are you going to see?"
"The Swans. They're playing Carlton at the SCG. I'm going with some friends. Brooke and Andy."
"See honey?" smiled Penny. "you can go hang with Ryan and his friends to watch hot AFL players run around. I know how happy that makes you."
"Would you mind if I tagged along?" asked Ed to Ryan.
"Sure mate, thats why I offered!" replied Ryan, and found that he meant it.
"Then yeah, I'd love to come! I haven't been to a live AFL game since uni!" Ed beamed.
Ryan beamed back. He'd never considered it before, but he was excited at the prospect of hanging out with Ed one-on-one. Smart, funny, great looking and super fit, Ryan looked up to Ed. He'd never had an older brother; he imagined Ed would have been a pretty fun one to have around.
"There you go darling," said Penny, "it'll be better than sex night."
She swung her backpack over her shoulder, grabbed her wheelie-bag in the other, gave Ed a peck on the cheek and started rolling towards the door, calling over her shoulder as she went.
"Don't forget to water the ferns, I'll know if you don't. Ryan, don't let him forget to water the ferns or I'll kick your arse into the street. And remind your Mum about dinner next weekend. Thanks, I love you, bye!"
Ryan and Ed watched her disappear out the front door of the apartment a second later.
"Bye," they both said in unison.
Ryan was buffeted back and forth by the crowds as he and his mates made their way to the SCG. Brooke and Andy were both hardcore Sydney Swans fans, and were decked out in Swans paraphernalia from head to toe. Andy had covered his face with face-paint, and Brooke had her hair up in two huge pigtails, one red ribbon, one white.
Ryan almost felt embarrassed about the pathetic little flag he carried with him, he and Ed dressed in plain track pants and hoodies. Ed's looked like it had some corporate logo on it. It was pretty clear who the real fans were in their group.
"Wooooooo!" shrieked Brooke at a passing fellow die-hard Swans nut, who woo'd back at her with equal enthusiasm.
"You guys really like the Swans, hey," said Ed.
"I've been a fan since I was born," hooted Andy. "Ever since mum and dad arrived here, they were like, we're Aussies now, we do what Aussies do, so they started coming to Swans games. Mum missed the '96 grand final because she was in labor with me. She was pissed off. She reckoned they lost because she wasn't there, so next year she took me to every single game in my pram."
"And the latest in a long line of `gay boys helpless for AFL players' was born," teased Brooke.
"Oh come one, it's got nothing to do with me being gay, AFL players are objectively hot," Andy objected. "Everyone knows that. Even straight guys think AFL players are hot."
"How the fuck would you know what straight guys think? You're gayer than Christmas."
While they walked, Ryan and Ed watched the verbal tennis match in front of them like they were at Wimbledon.
"Well first of all, most straight' guys aren't as straight' as they claim to be," Andy replied, making air quotation marks with his fingers, "and secondly I'm just fucking right, straight guys think AFL players are hot.
"Yeah, I think they're hot," called Ed from behind.
Ryan thought he did a really good job of masking his surprise, and instead just looked sideways at Ed walking on his left.
"Ha! See?" Andy said, like the smart alec he was. "Straight guys think AFL players are hot!"
Ed looked sideways at Ryan and caught his eye. Ed gave a big grin and winked at Ryan, and despite himself Ryan broke out in a big cheesy grin in return.
"How about you Ryan?" Andy asked, triumphant. "AFL players are hot, right?"
"Uh, sure." he replied, wry.
"Suffer," smirked Andy to Brooke, flipping her off. Brooke joked over her shoulder to Ryan, "traitor."
Ryan looked over to Ed, who caught his eye again, and gave a big smile to him. Ryan smiled back, then looked out over the crowds as they walked by, down into the stadium below. It was almost empty, aside from the cameras and referees. Waiting for the game to start.
Ryan mused as they walked what a weird day he'd had. He'd had to work most of the day, and it dragged, mostly because he couldn't stop thinking about how cool it was going to have some time just to hang out with Ed. And also he'd been really horny. He usually jerked off at least once over the course of the day, in a bathroom on campus or behind a bush near the soccer fields, but even though he'd busted a nut around lunch time in the maintenance shed showers he'd stayed horny all afternoon.
Soon as I get home tonight, I'm getting naked and stroking out a load, he promised himself.
Ryan looked sideways at Ed again. Ed was looking absently around as they walked. Ryan was surprised to find he was kind of bummed Ed wasn't looking back.
Man, Ryan thought. I'm in a really weird mood.
The crowds got thicker as they got through the gates, forcing them to walk single file. Brooke leading the way, the three guys following in a line. Andy, her enthusiastic lieutenant, followed by Ed, with Ryan in the rear. Ryan couldn't really hear Brooke and Andy over the crowd, and was kind of tuned out. He watched Ed walking in front of him, grey hoodie and track pants. Ed's ginger hair and freckled neck were the only part of him Ryan could see, and without really thinking about it, he started scanning down Ed's back.
Ed was fit, there was no denying it. He was a rower, broad shoulders, big back, biceps big enough that the sleeves of his hoodie were tight against his skin. It was one of the first things Ryan had noticed about Ed when they'd first met; Ed looked like he could shot-put a cannonball.
Without really thinking about it, Ryan's gaze drifted down Ed's back to his butt. Like his biceps, the muscles in Ed's arse were clearly outlined against his track pants, the line of his jocks visible under each cheek.
Out of nowhere, the thought - with an arse like that he must pound hard when he fucks.
Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? thought Ryan, and at that exact moment Ed turned his head to look over his shoulder, his eye caught by a trio of pretty girls walking by. Ryan shot his eyes back up and away, looking at anything, nothing, paranoid Ed knew that... well, that Ryan was checking him out.
Definitely in a really, really weird mood.
Ryan kept his eyes firmly above shoulder height as their group entered the stadium.
Brooke and Andy knew the place like it was home, leading Ed and Ryan confidently up different flights of stairs and down different corridors. The place was packed, wall to wall with people. Ryan kept his eyes fixed on his friends in front of him, if he got separated from them, he'd be fucked.
Then something caught Ryan's eye as he walked. A little mental bell rang, shaking him out of his reverie. He'd seen someone he recognised. He looked around the crowded corridor trying to figure out what synapse had snapped its fingers at him.
Then suddenly, a random gap in the crowd opened. Ryan saw him.
The guy from the shower at the gym.
There was no mistaking him.
He was walking with a group of four or five guys, the opposite direction to the way Ryan and his mates were going. They were all having a great time, big grins on their faces.
To Ryan, seeing him, clothed, beaming, out having a great night with his friends, Ryan had to hold himself back from running up to him, and casually say "hey!"
And then what? In front of his friends, say, hey remember me? You saw my erect dick, but I didn't catch your name.
Ryan was a mess of feelings, and he stood watching the guy disappear back into the crowd, oblivious.
Fuck, thought Ryan. I have to find out who that guy is.
I need to know his name.
"Ryan!"
Ryan felt a hand on his arm, snapped his head around, saw Ed.
"Mate, don't get lost because you got the fuckin' car keys and I'm not paying for an Uber from here across the bridge," Ed warned jokingly. "Keep up, dickhead."
Ryan took one more look down the corridor, trying to see the guy in the crowd one last time, but he'd gone.
The game was a close one, and Ryan, whose first love was always sport of any kind, was engrossed from the beginning. They all were. Brooke and Andy obviously were two of the loudest people in the crowd, and even Ed, who'd confessed he wasn't much of an AFL fan on the way to the game, seemed to get into it after a few beers, whooping loudly with every goal.
Despite the excitement, Ryan found his thoughts drifting throughout the game, back to that afternoon a few months before. In the showers at the gym.
The memory of seeing that guy, clearly turned on at the sight of Ryan, watching his dick get hard, right in front of him.
Almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day, Ryan had tried his hardest not to think about it, but failed. And every time he remembered it, he felt his dick twitch.
Usually shortly afterwards, he found himself with his hard cock in his hand, unloading a thick wad of jizz onto his stomach, or on the shower floor, or in a toilet stall.
One time, he went back to the locker room, half hoping and half dreading that the guy would be there, waiting for him. He wasn't of course, but Ryan was so turned on by just being back in that space that he couldn't help himself; he pulled his hard dick out of his shorts in the empty shower room and sprayed a couple ropes of cum on the tiled wall. He barely got it out of his shorts before he started squirting.
Over and over, Ryan jerked off to the memory of the most sexually intense moment of his life so far.
But so much time had passed between that first encounter and now that the memory was becoming sort of... worn out. Almost like an overused porn mag. In the first few weeks after it happened, it was crystal clear. He could recall every second he and that guy stood staring at each other as their dicks got harder and harder. But as time went on, Ryan couldn't quite remember exactly what happened, and then, what the guy looked like, not really. So much so that, even though Ryan knew it had happened, it began to feel like a dream.
Until tonight, when he saw him again.
Ryan stared over the stadium, knowing somewhere, out there in the crowd, he was there.
Absently, he noticed his dick getting hard in his tracks. Like every other time he thought about him.
I'm definitely gonna have to nut tonight, he mused.
"Hey," nudged Ed. "What the fuck are you staring at?"
Ryan snapped out of it, and for a second just blinked idiotically at Ed.
"What?"
"You've been staring at the sky for the past five minutes. Games down there, mate."
"We're not all as turned on by AFL guys as you, Ed." Ryan grinned. Ed raised an eyebrow, cheeky.
"Doesn't look like I'm the one turned on, mate," he said, and glanced down at Ryan's crotch. Ryan looked down and swore under his breath.
"Fuck!" Ryan's dick had sprung into a semi, his cock becoming clear underneath his track pants. For a second he tried to figure out how to cover it, realised he had nothing to hide it with, and kind of just gave up. Fuck it, he thought, he's seen it now.
Ed threw his head back and gave a big belly laugh.
"Happens to the best of us, mate."
Ryan felt relieved that Brooke and Andy had gone to get them all beers a minute before. If either of them saw him throwing a cannon he'd be hearing about it for days.
"Who is she?"
"Who's who?"
"Who's the chick thats got you dreaming of her so much you don't even notice you're bricked up?"
"Uh... she's uh... nobody."
"A nobody doesn't make you spring a boner, mate." Ed smirked.
"Uh, she's just some girl I saw."
"What, here at the stadium?"
"Yeah."
"Tonight?
"Uh, yeah."
"Is she hot?"
Ryan laughed awkwardly, and felt his face flush.
"Dude! Are you blushing?"
"Uh no..." Ryan laughed, turning redder by the second.
"Fuck man, she must be hot!" teased Ed. "What she look like?"
"Uh," Ryan started awkwardly, knowing the only way out of this conversation was through it. "She's got brown eyes and brown hair, and a really sexy body. But I don't know her so yeah, nothing's gonna happen." he said with finality.
"Don't say that mate," his friend smiled, "I never would have dreamed I'd score someone like Penny and look at me now mate, I'm banging the hottest chick in Sydney."
Ryan rolled his eyes.
"What? She is!" protested Ed.
"Nah, she is man, I'm happy for you," Ryan reassured Ed.
At that moment Brooke catapulted herself back into her seat, a beer in each hand.
"Hey you famous fuckers!" she shrieked, thrusting a beer into Ed's hand. Andy leapt into the seat next to Ryan, and pushed a beer at him.
"Man you guys looked like you were talking about something serious!" he laughed.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" asked Ryan.
"The big screen? Just now?" replied Andy, gesturing at the enormous screen across the stadium. Right now it had a close up of a mid-air three way between two Carlton players and a Swan.
"You guys had no fucking idea you were on it!" Brooke was in hysterics. "It was ages, what the fuck were you talking about?"
"We were on the big screen?" asked Ed in disbelief.
"Yeah, for ages," repeated Brooke.
"You guys looked so serious, what the fuck were you talking about?" pestered Andy.
"Nothing, I dunno," replied Ryan, but Ed cut him off.
"Ryan's got a boner for some girl he saw here at the stadium," he teased. Ryan punched Ed in the arm, hard.
"Shut the fuck up, dickhead."
"Another one? Damn!" grinned Brooke.
"Ryan gets boners easily," Andy explained earnestly to Ed.
"Shut up!" said Ryan, swinging round and punching Andy in the arm.
"Well," Brooke said, reassuringly, "if it makes you feel any better, I didn't notice it on the big screen, so your secret's safe with us."
"Thanks," said Ryan sarcastically.
In the end the Swans won 77 to 51, and the mood as the quartet made their way back to the car was high.
"Let's go out, I wanna celebrate!" chirped Brooke.
"Universal?" suggested Andy.
"Universaaaal!" shouted Brooke, loudly enough that she turned a few heads.
"What's Universal?" asked Ed.
"It's a gay bar," replied Ryan.
"A gay bar?" Andy shot back in mock outrage. "A gay bar? How dare you. It's fucking Disneyland for red-blooded dick-lovers."
"Sounds like my kind of joint," Ed said, a half smile on his face. Ryan couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
"You'll love it," Andy said. "With an arse like that you'll be eaten alive."
"But," Ed went on with a conciliatory grin, "I dunno if I'm up for a getting groped by random gay guys up to their eyeballs in MDMA tonight." He looked at Ryan. "You go though, if you want."
"Yes! Ryan, come out with us, it'll be awesome!" begged Brooke.
Ryan looked over at Ed. Their eyes locked for a second.
"Nah, I kinda feel chilled, I might go home." replied Ryan. He thought he saw a faint smile cross Ed's face.
He looked back at Brooke. "And Ed can drive me back, and I'm too cheap to uber."
"Alright," replied Brooke, "but don't bitch if you miss out on the best night of your life!"
"That's a chance I'll have to take," said Ryan. "I'll see you at uni next week." Brooke and Andy took turns hugging Ryan.
"Nice to meet you, Ed," grinned Andy, "next time I'm gonna get you shirtless on the dance floor!"
Ed grinned back. "Sounds like a fun night."
"You guys are missing out!" called out Brooke as she and Andy walked off.
"Ryan and I will entertain ourselves!" called back Ed.
Ryan ignored the twitch in his dick.
Ed chucked the car keys on the kitchen counter, flicked the lights on, opened the fridge.
Ryan heard him from his bedroom, where he was pulling off his sweatshirt. The night had been unusually warm, and by the time he and Ed had reached the car, he was almost sweating. Not having a t-shirt underneath was annoying, and it felt good to have the cool air in the apartment moving over his bare skin.
"You wanna beer?" called Ed from the kitchen.
"Yeah sure, one more," replied Ryan, walking in. He was a little surprised to see that Ed had also stripped off his hoodie. Ed saw, grinned.
"Great minds think alike," he said, passing Ryan his beer. "It got fucking warm tonight, hey?"
"It did." They clinked beers. "Cheers".
"Brooke and Andy are fun," said Ed.
"Yeah, they're great," agreed Ryan. "Probably my best friends in Sydney, hey."
"Brooke's hot too."
"Oh yeah mate, totally."
"She seems really into you too," Ed went on. "Just saying if that boner is getting annoying I think she'd..."
"Yeah yeah yeah, shut up," said Ryan over the top of Ed. "Everyone tries to hook me and Brooke up, I don't need anyone else's help with my dick, alright? Besides the boner's gone, I'm fine."
Ed glanced down at Ryan's crotch.
"I dunno man, I can see VPL, looks like it could come back any second."
"VPL?"
"Visible penis line."
"Get fucked," laughed Ryan. He glanced down at Ed's crotch, then added, "you can talk, I can see your cock clear as day through your tracks."
"Yeah? Enjoying the view?"
"You started it, dude," laughed Ryan, flopping onto the sofa. Ed walked over, flopped on the other end of the sofa, kicked his sneakers off.
"You wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked.
"Like netflix and chill?"
"Sure, if you like. Depends who gets the bj at the end of the movie,"
Ryan laughed. "Well it'd be you mate, because I don't suck dick."
"What makes you think I do?" Ed replied with a smirk. "If you lose, you suck dick, doesn't matter mate."
"Lose, what the fuck am I losing at all of the sudden?" Ryan took a swig of his beer. His mouth had gone a little dry. He could feel his cock thickening in his jocks. Talking about getting his dick sucked always got him boned.
"I dunno, wrestling, poker, X-box, you lose, you're the dick-sucker for the night, you don't know the rule?"
"I guess I must have missed that one, not going to a fancy boys private school all through the horniest years of my life," laughed Ryan.
Ed laughed too, then said, "nah, university."
"What about university?"
Ed looked up from peeling his beer label and directly into Ryan's eyes.
"When I learned about the rule."
Ryan's laugh petered out to a chuckle, then stopped. Ed's steel blue eyes were penetrating on a normal day, but now, juxtaposed in the half-light, with a messy shock of ginger hair and trimmed beard framing his face, Ed's bare milk-white-and-freckles shoulders, looking almost as broad as Ed's muscled torso was tall, Ryan felt something in the air he'd never felt before.
Not quite never before.
The gym. The locker room. The showers. That guy. Hard dick in his towel. The look in his eye. It was like Ed was looking at him now.
Ryan realised: it was lust.
"You... you're not shitting me?"
Ed shook his head, a funny half grin on his face.
Ryan felt his cock flush.
"Who with?"
"I lived with a couple of guys from my course," Ed said, nonchalant. "We were horny every day, and it gets boring jerking off so once a week we had the rule."
"What was the rule?"
"Like you'd make up a rule. Like the person who shoots a rubber band the shortest distance sucks dick. Or the guy with the biggest nuts gets to pick who sucks dick. I won that one," Ed added, grinning.
"You seriously... once a week you'd take turns sucking each other's cocks?"
"Mate, don't you listen? We didn't `take turns', it was a competition. And if you lost, you were on the receiving end of a couple of loads."
Ryan was aware that his dick was rapidly getting rock hard. He shifted his leg a little, trying to conceal it.
"One time," Ed went on, "Alex had to suck me and Mike's dick every friday night for almost three months. He lost every fucking rule!" Ed laughed. "And the thing was, the next week's rule was set by last week's loser, so every time he lost, he was the one who picked it in the first place!"
Ryan laughed at this too. "So, what, you've... you've..." he trailed off.
"I've what?" asked Ed.
Ryan paused, then said, "sucked dick?"
Ed smirked again and nodded.
"Fuck man," Ryan didn't know what else to say. "Does Penny know?"
"Yeah, she knows. She's watched me do it."
As he said this, Ed's hand moved to his crotch, drawing Ryan's gaze. Ryan could see Ed's dick clearly outlined under his track pants, right down to the ridge outlining his cockhead. Ryan's heart started pounding, and his mouth was dry. He took a swig of his beer.
"And she doesn't care?"
"Look mate, if you're turned on, maybe you should stop thinking with your head and think with your dick."
As he spoke Ed began to rub his thumb over his cockhead, through the material of his tracks. Ryan could tell, Ed's dick was clearly outlined. It looked about as long, and lot thicker than his.
A dark, wet spot began to form under Ed's thumb. Ryan swallowed another swig of beer, and asked, "You any good?"
"Only one way to find out, mate."
Ryan could hardly think straight he was so boned. Nothing - nothing - was as good as getting head. But he hadn't had a girl in his life since he and Cassie broke up, and that was almost a year ago. And Cassie had never seemed to like doing it that much.
Ryan made a decision. He stood up, walked across the room to Ed, and snapped his tracks over his rock hard dick and under his nuts. His uncut dick flicked out at Ed's face, and was so erect his cockhead poked out halfway from under his foreskin.
Ed look a little surprised then looked up at Ryan, staring down at him, daring him to wrap his mouth around his cock.
"That's... not how it works man," he smirked.
"What do you mean?"
"You gotta beat me at the rule first."
Ryan blinked.
"But what if I lose?", he said almost indignantly. Ed laughed out loud.
"Then you have to suck my dick, mate."
"Haaaa... nah... nah mate, I don't... I couldn't..." Ryan stammered, half laughing, putting his hard dick back under his tracks.
"There's only two of us, it's fifty fifty man. In five minutes, you could be getting head from an expert."
Ryan looked down at Ed. There was a thick moment in the air. Then Ryan spoke.
"What's the rule, then?"
"We arm wrestle," replied Ed, ready with the answer.
"Mate, you'll slaughter me, no way," protested Ryan. "Look at the size of your arms."
"Nah mate, you're about as big as me, I say it's fair." Ed lifted the arm that wasn't resting on his cock, beer in hand, and flexed.
Ryan was muscled, he was proud of how the years of working out had built his body up, but he could see from where he was sitting that Ed's arms were bigger.
He had a feeling Ed knew it too. He was gaming the system so he'd win.
"Mate, look," Ryan flexed his right arm. "No way they're the same size, you got biceps like basketballs. Pick something else."
Ed stood up, walked over behind Ryan and flexed his arm again, shadowing Ryan's. Ryan could feel the heat of Ed's bare torso on his back, felt his chest brush lightly against his shoulder blade, his cockhead bounce across Ryan's arse. Ryan felt like he could bust his nut right there in his tracks.
Ed put his fingers around Ryan's bicep, and squeezed.
"Feels big enough to me, mate, I reckon you'd put up a fight."
"Come on, yours are easy another half inch bigger than mine."
"How bad do you want it, man?"
Motherfucker, thought Ryan. It suddenly made Ryan determined: Ed was going to suck his dick.
Ryan turned and faced Ed, cocky and confident.
"Bad enough that five minutes from now I'm going to be four minutes into an hour long blow job."
Ed grinned. "You cocky fuck! Let's go then."
Ed knelt down on the floor beside the corner of the heavy coffee table, and put his right elbow down, hand up, classic call to an arm wrestle.
Without saying anything, Ryan knelt down opposite him, gripped Ed's hand, and lined up his arm with his opponents. From where he was sitting, Ed looked bigger than ever.
Fuck... I might end up with Ed's cock in my mouth...
Too late to back out now.
Suddenly it was on.
At first, they were evenly matched. Five seconds, then ten, then fifteen seconds... They started the match laughing but as it wore on there was a more serious vibe, each guy playing to win.
Then Ryan felt his arm begin to tremble, and slowly, watched his clenched fist inexorably make its way in a slow arc backwards.
"Aw fuck... no...!" he swore. Ed began to laugh.
"It's alright... mate... I've been told... my cock... tastes like ice cream..." panted Ed, grinning.
Then somehow, whether it was the threat of having to suck his first cock or wanting a blow job badly enough, Ryan felt Ed's arm begin to falter under his pressure. Their interlocked fists switched direction.
"I'm... lactose.... intolerant!" crowed Ryan triumphantly as Ed's arm suddenly gave out.
"Awwww... ffffuck! No!" yelled Ed as his knuckles finally rapped on the coffee table top.
"YeeeEEEAAH!!" shouted Ryan, arms over his head. He couldn't believe how elated he felt. It was like he'd won the olympics. Ed meanwhile, seemed genuinely pissed off, shaking his head with a shocked grin on his face.
"Fuck you man, I was sure I had you," he bitched.
"Yeah well you didn't mate, so I want my blow job!"
"Fuck! I haven't had my dick sucked in a week!"
"Yeah, well it's been a fucking lifetime for me, mate, so get to work!" Ryan taunted, pulling his dick out of his tracks again. This time a thick string of pre-cum dripped from his cockhead. Ed stared at it, mouth slightly open.
"Come on, you said you'd..."
Ed moved suddenly: Ryan watched Ed swoop onto his dick, instantly engulfing his whole penis in a second.
It happened so quick, Ryan couldn't finish what he was saying. Instead he let out a gasp, his cocky celebrating instantly changing into surprise. And then almost as instantly, to pure fucking horniness.
"Uuuuuuh!" Ryan moaned, and looked down at Ed, almost in shock. Ed's mouth was buried in Ryan's dark pubes. Ryan could feel Ed's tongue pulsing against his shaft, the thick wetness of Ed's throat engulfing his cockhead. It felt like one long, unbroken wave of pure horny fuck pleasure, that kept going as long as Ed's mouth was full of Ryan's dick.
Ryan's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his whole world reduced to the sensations flooding his body from his cock. He couldn't even form words, instead letting out long soft moan after long soft moan, his hands instinctively interlocked behind Ed's head, and started pushing his face down harder.
"Fffuuuuccck," he breathed out. Ed took it all, smooth. It felt better than anything Ryan had ever slid his dick into.
Ryan's cock-fueled haze was broken by Ed starting to push back on his grip. Reluctantly, Ryan unlaced his fingers, then felt his iron rod dick rapidly slide wet out of Ed's mouth, with Ed coughing and gasping for air.
"Fuck mate," coughed Ed. "You're bigger than you look."
"I've never had my dick sucked like that before," Ryan panted. "Where'd you learn that?"
"My old housemate, Alex," replied Ed, slowly stroking Ryan's cock while he pulled his own out of his tracks. "Used to make me cum in ten seconds flat first few times he did it."
Ryan saw Ed finally free his dick from his sweat pants. Thick, cut, milk white dick, sticking out rock hard from a red bush the same colour as Ed's beard. Underneath a set of massive low hanging nuts. Ryan could see them sway a little as Ed pulled his tracks completely off.
Ryan saw him looking. He wrapped his hand around Ryan's dick and started stroking it while he played with his own cock with his other hand.
"Like it?"
"Fuck yeah I do mate."
Ed ran his tongue around the edge of Ryan's foreskin, making him whimper.
"Maybe next time you won't try so hard to win..." Ed went on, running his mouth down the side of Ryan's shaft, his tongue on Ryan's nuts.
Ryan moaned. Fuck it felt good.
"But then again," Ed went on, sucking on one of Ryan's balls, then the other, "I always was kind of glad when I'd lose the rule."
Ed sucked both Ryan's nuts into his mouth. Ryan moaned loud. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had his sack worked like this. Maybe never.
"Cause you know what I discovered?" Ed asked, running his tongue back up underneath Ryan's shaft.
"I fucking love cum."
Ryan looked down at Ed, grabbed him by the chin.
"Mate, less talking, more sucking."
Ryan lined his wet cockhead up with Ed's lips and begin to slide back inside his housemate's mouth.
"All the way back down mate... that's it... fuck... that's it there..."
Balls deep in Ed's face, Ryan lost track of time, or the number of times Ed pulled off his dick, spluttering, his eyes watering, spit on his chin, hard dick in his other hand.
Then after letting Ed catch his breath, Ryan would impatiently push his fuckstick back between Ed's lips as deep into his throat as he could go. It was as though Ed's mouth was the perfect size for Ryan's cock, and Ryan had never felt his dick feel so intense.
After what felt like an hour, Ed pulled off, but instead of letting Ryan push his cock back down Ed's throat Ed said, "I wanna show you something else."
"Mate, as long as it uses your mouth, you can show me anything you like."
"It's how I like it," said Ed, sliding his hand up and down Ryan's dick. "One of my favourite ways to nut."
"Fuck yeah mate, make me nut the way you like it," Ryan begged. He'd never been this horned in his life.
As way of reply, Ed gripped Ryan's cock with one hand and slowly started sliding his mouth down the length of his dick, following his hand. Then back up. Then down, Ryan's dick being swallowed by Ed's fist and mouth, wet with Ed's spit. Slowly building in tempo, up and down Ed stroked with his mouth, the full length of Ryan's rock hard shaft, all the while pumping his own cock, stopping only every now and then to spit in his hand for lube.
Ryan felt the familiar waves of ecstasy begin to build in his nuts. He was going to cum. He'd never cum in a guys mouth before, and even in the midst of his insanely horned-out brain he felt he should at least give his housemate a warning.
"Fuuck mate, I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum if you keep going mate..." Ryan panting, hoping Ed would't stop.
He didn't.
Instead Ed grabbed Ryan's cock and begin to stroke it up and down in time with his other hand, stroking his own cock. When Ryan thought the horny waves couldn't get more intense, they did. He wanted to cum so bad, but also didn't want it to stop, and he could feel the pressure in his load building and building.
Ed opened his mouth, his tongue wrapped under Ryan's dark pink cockhead, staring directly into Ryan's eyes.
Ryan saw the look on Ed's face: do it.
That was it: Ryan let out a long high moan, almost a whimper as he felt the first thick wad of his nut push the length of his shaft before shooting so hard across Ed's face he could hear it. Ed didn't let up, milking Ryan's dick as thick stripes of cum sprayed into Ed's mouth, or three feet over his shoulder.
As the loads began to come out in squirts instead of rocket streams, Ed returned his mouth around Ryan's sensitive cockhead, ensuring every single drop of spunk was drained from Ryan's bull balls.
Ed made a muffled grunting sound, and Ryan saw an arc of thick, white semen spray vertically out of Ed's thick dick and splat wetly on Ed's bearded chin, Ryan's cock half buried in his mouth. The next spray did the same, and the next, not until the fourth wad did Ed's cum start to slide down his bare muscled chest and onto his flat stomach, pooling in his bush and dripping wetly down his nuts onto the floor below.
Ryan let Ed decide when the blow job was done: Ed took his time. By the time he finally slid Ryan's dick out of his mouth, both Ryan and Ed's cocks had gone from bone-hard to semis, slick with cum and spit. Ryan looked down at Ed, panting, his dick still in his housemate's hand.
"Fuck man, that was... fucking amazing..."
Ed looked up at him, Ryan's cum still striped across one cheek, running down his chin, and winked.
"Not the first time I lost the rule, mate" he said, laughing.
Ryan couldn't help himself, he laughed too. Surprised to find he wasn't weirded out by just having his dick sucked by his hitherto-straight housemate. The afterglow was definitely a thing.
"I gotta have a shower," said Ed, finally letting go of Ryan's dick. He wasn't kidding. Ryan had never seen so much cum in one place. Or on one person. "You coming?"
Ryan considered.
"Yeah, alright," and followed Ed into the bathroom, grinning.