The following story is part true, part fantasy. Names have been changed for my protection even though I really, really doubt anyone in the story or familiar to it will read it, but just to CMA I'm doing it anyway.
This is my first story that doesn't revolve around sex directly, probably because so much of it is personal. So please bear with the long beginning that has no sex, I promise it will get better at the end. There is a lot of back story before it gets to the good stuff, I hope you don't mind reading. :)
The following is a story of sexual encounters between to males. If you don't like it or its illegal for you to read it, don't.
I first met Ryan in February, two years ago. At the time my friends and I frequented a local pool hall on the weekends and it was a kind of hang out for some locals. At the time he had bought a car that formerly belonged to two of my neighbors, so it was easy to strike up a conversation with him. He was kinda cute, but I never gave it much thought. As we became more of regulars there I got to know him a little better but still didn't think much of it.
The following summer, there was a sort of coup in my life. My best friend, John, and I, had decided to leave most of our friends in the past for a lot of various reasons. We kind of flew solo together for a while, but continued to regular the pool hall, more than just on weekends now, and every time we went there, we saw Ryan too. Aside from the fact that we shared a similar hang out, he three of us also had a deep love for cars, and shortly there after John and I became absorbed into Ryan's group of friends.
There was a nice honeymoon kind of period for a while. There was five of us and we all got along fantastic: myself, John, Ryan, Ryan's sorta girlfriend Karen, and their friend, Joann. John had an interest in Joann, but it was short lived. Ryan and Karen were an unofficial couple. They did everything together and it was clear they were going to be together, even though it took quite a long time for that to happen.
The problem was that, as I continued to spend time with Ryan on a daily basis, I became more and more attracted to him. He was actually pretty hot. He was a little shorter than me at 5'7", with short, light brown hair and green eyes. He was a little hefty at 190ish but I didn't mind and it wasn't at a disgusting level. Plus with a tight enough shirt on he looked buff, so it was fine in my mind.
After a few months, I was totally in love. He was the perfect man for me, I thought. He was hot, even if he wasn't ripped and muscular; he was enough for me. But more importantly his personality was there and I realized that he was the type of person I wanted to be with in every way. To make it worse, he was the type to joke around about sucking dick and being gay, so I often worried about his orientation, but I didn't dare ask.
The problem was, I was bisexual, but in the closet. And I was afraid to tell anyone because I didn't want the not to be my friend anymore. A the time they were all I had and I was too afraid of losing that.
A few months went by and Ryan and Karen finally became official, and I spiraled into a depression, because I was realizing more and more every day that I wasn't going to get what I wanted. Not to sound like a spoiled princess but I think everyone know what it's like to be in love with someone they can't have, and it was killing me to see them together, spending the night as his house and having to listen to them fool around while I slept on the floor, which was inconsiderate in the first place.
Soon after this happened John kinda dropped out of the picture, for a variety of reasons, but the main being he seemed to have a thing for Karen and let it show a little too much. Joann also kinda disappeared from the picture at the same time unintentionally, and it turned into a daily ritual of me, Ryan and Karen hanging out. I finally realized that I needed to get over Ryan because it was never going to happen. I started dating girls and in winter I got a girlfriend. Still not really sure how that happened, ha.
As things with my GF developed I got over Ryan. Sure he was still a close friend of mine and I still wanted him, but the passion I felt for him kinda of died, and I considered it a good thing because I knew I needed to move on with my life. We continued to spend time together on a daily basis but it was just as friends. And sure there were times I thought about fucking him and what not, but I mostly let it go.
Months went by and summer came again. Early in the summer Ryan's parents who owned several properties and were in the renovation business, bought a house for him and his older sister to help renovate and then move in to. They did quite a bit of work, and Ryan soon moved in by himself. I started spending a lot of time at his house, some of which was just us alone.
Once again, I started feeling connection with him, which only worsened after my girlfriend went off to college. He was having issues with Karen, particularly because she had suddenly stopped fucking him, and he was getting pretty frustrated. Pretty soon, I started once again feeling attracted towards him. Not as strong as before, but enough that it scared me that I was once again falling back to old times.
I also started to feel like I was getting mixed signals from him as the summer went on. I distinctly recall one time, sitting on the couch while he and Karen lay on the floor. They were facing towards me and I was explaining something to them. I maintained constant direct eye contact and he tried to do the same, but I noticed than he repeatedly looked down from my face. It wasn't far enough to be the floor, and seemed to be my crotch, which from the way I was showing had to be bulging enough to see my junk.
Another time it was just us at his house, and we were supposed to go somewhere. The normally very modest Ryan had recently started changing clothes in front of me. Not totally naked but down to his boxers, which I often tried to steal peeks while he did this. This was the same guy who would go into a stall in a public bathroom, even if there were 20 open urinals and I was the only other person in there. I took it to mean he was getting comfortable around me. Anyway he went up stairs to change and I stayed down stairs watching TV.
Suddenly he called for me to come over to the stairs. Knowing he was probably going to show me some part of his junk and that he would berate me for it even if I didn't want to see it, I couldn't let on. After a few called I finally and reluctantly went to the stairs, where he was standing at the top wearing a t and a pair of boxer shorts. He started laughing, saying he could have gotten me so good, had he decided to flash me. Truth be told I would have run up those stairs and tried to take him into my mouth if he had. I wanted to tell him so bad but I just couldn't.
It finally reached a high point when I was over his house late one night, again just us two. We were watching some car DVD just hanging out, and it seemed perfect. I was trying to imagine it in my head. I came out to him, scared to death, and he would comfort me and say it was OK, and tell me he was bi too. He would start to rub my cock, and ask me to do the same. We would kiss, and start to peel each other's clothes off before heading up stairs to his bed, where we would suck each other before he fucked me good and hard.
I pussied out of this though. My main justification at the time was that he was supposed to go on a trip with me and my GF, along with Karen, in less than a month, and if he didn't take it well then I would be stuck with a huge hotel bill for two people.
Fall came, and it brought bad news. His sister had decided she wasn't going to be moving in, and as a result, he had to move in with his mom and little brother. This wasn't all bad though, because even though they lived an hour away, it was in a beautiful house (still partially under construction) which sat on a gorgeous lake. I had been to this house and even stayed the weekend on several occasions. The only downside was...it was an hour away, and I would only get to hang out with him on weekends when he came back down to visit Karen and the rest of his friends.
As winter came and went, I started to get a little stir crazy. I called Ryan and asked him if, when spring came, I could spend a weekend at the house up there to get away from everything. He said I was more than welcome to stay, just that I should wait until the snow had melted. It was at this time that I started to decide that if and wen this happened, it would be the perfect time for me to tell him. A few months went by and things finally warmed up enough that I could go and visit. I packed enough for a weekend on Thursday night, and left for his place directly from work Friday afternoon, since it was already 20 minutes in the right direction. As I made my trip I thought of several ways for me to come out to him, but as I arrived I came up with the perfect plan.
Friday night came and went fairly uneventful. We hung out, had a bonfire down by the lake, his little brother jabbering all the while. He was a cool little kid though I didn't mind too much. We sat around late in to the night BSing about a lot of things, mostly our girlfriends and cars. Sometime around 3 we went back to the house and crashed on the couches in the living room, since his room wasn't finished yet.
We woke up around noon Saturday, and didn't really do anything all day. I decided to put my plan into action tonight, and just hoped that I got the result I wanted, or at the very least, for him to not hate me. We ran a few errands for his mom but mostly spent the day hanging out around the house not doing much. It was the kind of relaxation I needed.
Our day of nothing soon turned into evening, which we spent in the living room watching movies. His little brother passed out around 11, and around 11:30 his mom forced him up stairs to bed, and then went herself. I could now put my plan into motion.
"I almost forgot I have a surprise for you," I said, and I got up and went over to my bag on the other side of the room. "What that?" he asked. Rather than actually answering him, I dug into my bag and pulled out my secret weapon, a bottle of Southern Comfort. It was my favorite alcohol, and as luck would have it it was his too. Now, I know what you're thinking and no, I was not going to get him drunk and then take advantage of him. Even if that was the plan he could out drink me by far and it would never work.
Instead I was just going to use the whiskey to loosen him up and hopefully stave off any negative reactions to what I wanted to tell him, and to take the edge off from the impending anxiety I knew I was going to have. Plus, what I wanted to do wouldn't work drunk anyway. I pulled the bottle from my bag and showed him. "Sweet!" he exclaimed. "But, I think I'll pass..."he started to trail off. I kind of expected this. He didn't like to drink much anymore, especially when he was at home. He wanted to be responsible in case something happened. "Don't e all goody two shoes on me. Karen's not here and John isn't here to try to take advantage of her. I'm not saying get drunk, just have a few. "He thought for a second, then said, "OK, but if you puke again, you're done." I smiled. "Shouldn't be a problem this time.
Ryan got two shot glasses and we both took a few. I stopped after only two (I'm a light weight, so what) but Ryan took a third. He was going to stop but knowing what it took for him to get a buzz, I talked him into a fourth, which he took with little resistance. We sat down in the living room again, the alcohol pumping into our system. I was a little more than buzzed and he was feeling it too. This would be perfect.
I let the conversation hit a lull, which was hard to do since we were such good friends. Then I said, "You can go swimming in that lake, right? Its not too dirty?" "No of course not," he said. "Why?" A big smile crept across my face. "Let's go swimming," I said. "Now?" he said a tad confused. "Sure, why not. It'll be fun." The smile on my face grew larger. He thought about it for a minute and said, "OK, but only for a little, water'll be cold at night. You got a swimsuit?" he asked. "Nah, I'll just wear my boxers." "Oh....OK," he said, a little hesitant. I went over to my bag and pulled off my shirt, followed by my socks. "Let's go!" I said, a little quietly. I didn't want to wake his family.
He got up finally, and dug out a pair of swim trunks from his laundry basket. "Just do what I'm doing dude, no need to change. Ain't like no one's gonna see us." He paused for a second, before putting them back. "Fair enough," he said. He pulled his shirt off as well, and grabbed a towel from a different basket. "Want one?" he asked. The one I brought for showers was outside drying from the one previous that day. "Sure," I said taking it from him.
We slipped out the back door, which was really the only door we could use, and walked down to the water. Here lied the pivotal point to my plan. As he put his towel down on the picnic table near the water's edge, I did the same and watched him pull off his shorts down to his boxers. I was so close to seeing him naked now, more than ever before. I just had to pull my plan through. Here goes nothing.
"Ever go skinny dipping?" I asked him. Pause. "no...why?" he asked, a little apprehensive. "Just wondering, I haven't either. Thought this might be the perfect chance." I paused, to see what he would do. He stepped out of his shorts and stood up, placing them on the table. "Come on, we're good friends right? Comfortable with each other? What's a little naked swimming? It's night and no one will see us." With that, I shucked off my shorts and boxers in one pull. I stepped out of them and looked up at him, to find him looking back at me, more specifically my crotch. He looked away quickly though. I set my clothes on the table and now stood in front of him, totally nude. He was still saying nothing, standing there looking at the picnic table.
I decided maybe he needed a little prodding, so I walked down to the water and got in. It was a little rocky here, and only ankle deep. I too a few steps out and stopped to look back. He was still standing there, clearly contemplate what to do. "Come on man, it's just us," I said, hoping it would work. Finally, he slowly pulled his boxers down and put them on the table. He turned towards the water. I was still about ten feet in, my back to him but my torso twisted to look at him. I could see his body nicely in the bright moon shining over head. It glimmered over his body. His chest was cutely plump, not defined but not fat in a way that turned me on. He had little hair except around his navel, which went down past his waist. There was what looked like a very trimmed, short patch of pubic hair.
My eyes now went to what I had always wanted to see, his package. The moon shown brightly on it and I was not disappointed. His cock was nicely sized, not small by any means but not huge, which was fine with me. It appeared to be about four inches long, and had a nice thickness to it. Underneath it rested a gorgeous set of balls, slightly raised tight from the colder temperatures. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Then I looked up as he got in the water, and our eyes met. I pretty much knew I was caught but he said nothing, and instead started making his way out to me. It was at that point I realized I was getting pretty hard and he probably shouldn't know that, yet, so I decided to keep heading out into the water ahead of him. Once it was about waste deep, about 30 feet from sure, I lowered myself so it came up to my neck. I turned around to see where Ryan was to find he was close behind, and had done the same thing.
"This is kinda cool," I said with a smile, and he smiled back still uncomfortable. I don't think this is going as well as I'd hoped. I tried to lighten the mood. "Well maybe we'll get sucked off by fish!" We both laughed. We started casual conversation about various topics, all the while treading water up to our neck. I decided I wanted to actually swim a little. I stood up facing him, the water coming up to just above my own package. I saw him look down quickly, but then back up. I pretended not to notice, and turned around and made a mini dive under water.
We swam around a bit, and had a little horse play, although sadly not getting too close. We were on to deeper water that came up our chest more when standing. Again we decided to tread water and talk. He seemed to loosen up though, and after a short while it was like sitting in his living room again, no tension. The conversation turned to sex, and Ryan went into explicit details about something he and Karen had done a long time ago, because she wouldn't fuck him anymore.
As he went into more detail, I started getting hard thinking about him. I kind of wondered off into thought and stopped paying attention to his story. Suddenly without warning he said, "Pay attention!" and he pushed me under water. I hadn't even realized he was so close to me now. He tried to hold me under the water a little bit, standing practically over me. In my fight to get back to the top, I felt my hard cock graze something, and I realized it was his leg. He kind of stopped fighting with me and let me up. "Dude are you...hard?" he asked. It seemed a little threatening. It was now or never.
"Yes," I said. He didn't say anything. This was more awkward than I'd hoped.
"Do you remember when I came up for that short visit in winter and asked you if you could keep secrets to yourself no matter what they were, if I could trust you for that?" "Yeah..." he said. I think by now he knew where this is going.
"OK well, this is one of those times." I paused. I was really scared about telling him this but I had to now. I thought about the fact that he had felt my hard cock already and was still here, so it couldn't be a bad sign.
"It's really hard for me to tell you this and I'm scared to do this." I continued, delaying the inevitable. "What is it?" he asked almost naively.
"I'm bisexual." There. I said it. No taking it back now. There was a pause.
"Look, I'm scared because I don't want it to ruin our friendship. I'm scared you won't be friends with me anymore. It doesn't change anything. You're still my friend and I want it to be that way. All the gay jokes, I don't want you to stop because you think it'll bother me because it won't." There was also the whole part where I loved him, or at least had, but now was not the time to divulge that. I started getting a little emotional. I wasn't crying or anything but my voice was starting to strain. "I'm just scared you'll never talk to me again." There it was. I had run out of things to make it better. It was on him now.
I waded there, still feeling a little emotional. He was only a foot from me, almost as close as you can be without touching. Instead of saying anything, he just drew me in and hugged me. That was it for me, I started to cry a little. I wrapped my arms around him in return, and could think of nothing else other than the guy I wanted to be with so much was now hugging me, albeit naked, in an effort to console me. I didn't believe it was real. And as much as I was trying to enjoy the sentimental moment, the horn dog in me was thinking too. My cock, still hard, was rubbing against his pelvis just above his cock. This was probably the closest I would ever get to doing anything with him, and I didn't want it to end,
Finally after I settled down, he broke away from me, but still remained close. He kept his arm on my shoulder. "You don't have anything to worry about," he said. "Your secret is safe with me, and it doesn't change a thing." He smiled. "And, I promise not to hit on you or anything or try to make you uncomfortable," I said, trying to reassure him. "Maybe just jiggle your balls a little when no one else is there," I said "We're swimming naked together, I think we'll be fine," he said. His smile broadening wider. I was still hard at this point, and really wanted to try something, but it didn't seem to be going that way. I thought maybe for fun I would try something. True to my word, I reached downward for his junk. I found his thigh and moved up until I felt something else. I took his sack into my hand and fondled it for a few seconds, before letting go. He sighed, almost a sound of pleasure. "and I don't want to make this any more awkward than it already is," I started. "We're beyond that already I think," he interjected me. "Well I just want to say, if you ever want to ask me something or get curious, I'll never say a word." "Let's go inside," he said. I was a little worried I'd just screwed up, but he didn't say anything else so I let it go. We waded back to shore.
Again, I decided to try something. "Can I ask you a favor?" "Shoot," he said. "Can I at least...see your junk? Like, other than in the moon light?" he chuckled a little. "We'll see." as we got a little closer to shore he got ahead of me. As we stood up in the more shallow water, I watched his body emerge from the water, the moon glistening off his wet body. His ass shimmered, in a way that made me hard again, sorta, but I was no longer afraid to let him see it. As the water got to ankle deep I attempted to catch up with him and we climbed onto shore simultaneously. As we did, I looked down at his junk. "Wait, dude, you're hard?" I said. I was beyond excited. Did this mean he was bi too? Or was he just excited from my fondling? There was any number of things going on here.
"Well," he said as he went over to the picnic table, "When someone who hasn't gotten play as long as I have, you tend to get excited when someone jiggles your balls." He picked up his towel and then mine, tossing it to me. He started t dry off, ad I did the same, but I never took my eyes off him. He dried his front first, taking his time to rub off his chest and face, all the while leaving the towel half balled so his half plumped cock was showing. His sack, like mine, was shrunk up from he cooler temps of he water. Then he moved south, carefully rubbing and caressing his member to dry it. He turned around and dried his back, followed by his ass. By this time I had finished drying off and had the towel wrapped around my waist. My eyes were glued to him.
He sat down on the bench now, drying the bottoms of his legs, which were spread wide for me to see his ever hardening cock. He finally stood up, his rod jetting out in front of him at full mast. "Like what you see?" he asked. I didn't answer, I only stared. He wrapped the towel around his waist as I did, his cock straining and poking through same as mine. "Lets go inside," he said grabbing his clothes and starting the trek back. I followed, grabbing my shorts an boxers from the table and following lose behind. It was starting to dawn on me that my wish could be coming true here.
We walked back up to the house and got to he porch. But instead of going in, he stopped at the door. He motioned for me to come to him, and he drew me in close.
"You have to swear, never to tell ANYONE." he said to me, in a very serious tone.
"You know I can keep secrets," I said. Our bodies touching now, his stomach against mine, our faces next to each other. "Good," he said, and he leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back, totally surprised but not wanting to protest. He forced his tongue into my mouth, his hand reached up to the side of my face. I put my hands on his shoulders, and my towel dropped, held up only in the front by our pressed bodies, my ass now exposed. After what seemed like forever, he broke away.
"Come on," he said. "the basement is quiet, no one will hear us."