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Summer turned into Fall which unfortunately turned into another cold Chicago winter. Ricky had popped over a few times which was always hot and I had a great time with a "friend" when I traveled for work to Atlanta. So, my need for extra-curriculars with men was certainly being satisfied. However, thoughts of Ryan kept creeping back into my head. I wasn't obsessing about him, but I found myself checking that email account every so often hoping he might have sent me a note. Alas, the inbox was always empty. I usually was checking because it was late at night and everyone was fast asleep at my house. So, inevitably, I would enjoy a nice jack session starring Ryan. My disappointment turned into a few moments of erotic enjoyment.
I was up late on a Sunday night in mid December. It was a school night so the kids and wife were all in bed. I was enjoying a few beers while finishing up a presentation for a new marketing campaign at work. After I put the work away for the night, I decided to have one more beer. I did some usual surfing that I enjoy when I have some private time and enjoying a nice buzz. When I guzzled down the last of this beer, I was headed to bed. I gave a quick check of the email account, which displayed 0 new messages in my inbox, as I expected. The surfing had me really horned and the beer added a touch of bravery. "Fuck it," I said to myself, "it can't hurt to send him a note." I figured there were only a few things that could happen:
- He would just ignore the email and not respond. 2. He would send a nasty reply telling me to stay the fuck away from him. 3. He would reply that he was glad I contacted him and yes he wanted to meet up again.
I knew option 3 was wishful thinking, but I realized options 1 and 2 weren't going to cause me any grief. After a few attempts at a lame subject and even lamer body of the email, I went with a very simple approach:
Subject: hey Body: wanna try again?
I quickly hit send before I changed my mind. It was 1:30am and I was officially drunk. Even if he answered right now, I wasn't driving anywhere. So, I logged off the computer for the night and went to bed.
I woke up with a decent hangover and was definitely dragging. The shower pumped some life into and the ice cold coke had me ready to go by the time I sat down at my desk. I remembered the email I sent. Nervously, I checked the account to see if there was a response. I was slightly relieved to see there wasn't one. "Oh well," I thought, "I gave it a try."
It was Christmas time. My wife and kids were off school and so I didn't have much time alone. We were plenty busy with decorating, shopping and parties anyway. Ryan was the furthest thing from my mind.
I got around to checking email on the afternoon of New Year's Eve. There was a message in my inbox! And, it was from Ryan. I checked the date and time. I was too nervous to read it just yet. He sent it at 2:27am on the 27th. So, it was late Saturday night, the day after Christmas. I anxiously opened it. I felt my heart start to race.
It was his usual response:
U up??
I loved it. No mention of it being so long or about last time or anything.
I know he was drunk and wanted his dick sucked. Plain and simple. I was disappointed I missed the opportunity. I replied:
sorry i missed you. happy new year! hope to catch u soon.
I logged off and got back to preparing for our New Year's Eve party. The rest of the Christmas break kept me very occupied, so I wasn't able to even check for a response. I finally checked that email account around the 6th of January, but there was no response.
Knowing that Ryan responded and he was up for another meeting seemed to give me some closure. Sure, I was still up for meeting him again, but I was much more casual about it.
I was lying in bed around midnight on the 12th with my computer on my lap. I was doing some work and watching some tv. My wife was fast asleep next to me. I was logged into that email account as well. I just had a feeling that he was gonna hit me up, and I didn't want to miss it.
I saw the notice flash in the corner. New mail from Ryan Jones, Subj: Re: Hey. I quickly switched to that window to read the usual:
u up??????
"Hmmm, I wonder if the extra question marks meant he was really horny," I smirked to myself.
I instantly replied (I being much wordier than Ryan):
yeah man, i am. how is it going?
I awaited his response. After an excruciating 19 minutes, the response hit my inbox: get over here and suck this dick right now
I felt my dick immediately throb as I read it. I felt myself falling into the trance again:
on my way stud
I hit send and closed the laptop. I quietly got out of bed, slipped on sweat pants and a hoodie and crept out of the bedroom. I got in the car and headed over. My cock was now rock hard and I couldn't resist reaching into my sweats and softly stroking it while I drove.
The lights were out in his house as I pulled up. The drill was the same. The door was open. The dog barked when I entered. Ryan yelled down,
"Make sure it is closed, and get up here"
I kicked off my shoes, and headed up the stairs. I pulled off my hoodie as I walked.
The room was dark but the moon was full and added a bit of light through the window. He was standing by the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers.
"Get over here on your knees and suck my dick," he commanded.
I didn't say a word, but I obediently walked over and dropped to my knees. I pulled off my tshirt and pressed my face against his crotch.
"Oh yes, play with it. Get my cock nice and hard so you can suck it."
I rubbed my face against his soft cock and slid my hand up the leg of his boxers to gain access. Even soft, it felt so meaty. I softly stroked it as I soaked in his scent.
There was a bit of a slur in his speech which made me think he was more than buzzed. That was confirmed when I smelt the alcohol emanating from his pores. I found his smell quite an intoxicating mixture of alcohol, cigarettes and the usual manliness of a crotch.
I guided the hardening cock out of the fly of his boxers, so that I could get my tongue on it.
"Fuck yeah, put it in your mouth and get it hard. You better get me hard!" he said with authority.
I was in heaven. He was drunk and so this was going to take awhile. I was going to have to work extra hard to get my prize.
I took his cock in my mouth. Since it was not full size yet, it fit very nicely. I closed my lips around it and slowly sucked.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good" he moaned in a voice raised a pitch or two minus the commanding tone.
I felt his cock growing in my mouth. So, I started to slowly slide it in and out, using my hand to guide it. It was still a bit floppy so I didn't want it falling out. I figured the stroking with my hand would also help get the blood flowing, too.
I let out a soft moan as his cock continued to grow and I continued to slobber all over it.
"Yeah, you love my cock, don't you?" he asked in an almost playful tone.
"mmm, uh uh" I mumbled while still working on his tool.
I pulled it all the way out and tugged at his boxers to remove them, while I said:
"I have missed it so much; I haven't had any other cock since the last time"
Sure, it was a lie, but what I really meant was that I hadn't serviced any cock like I was doing for him. I was too busy to explain all of that though.
He stepped completely out of his boxers. His cock was now rock hard and he shoved it into my mouth:
"Oh that feels so good. Fuck yeah, suck my dick. Yeah, keep doing that."
He apparently liked the twirl move I was giving him. I was wrapping my tongue all around his cock head and then slide it deep in my mouth, tightening my lips around the shaft as it entered. Then, I would stroke up the shaft as it slid from my mouth and then repeat it on the way back in. It was exhausting but his urging me on helped me to keep doing it.
After a few more minutes, he pulled away, and dove into the bed. He sprawled out on it sideways.
"Get up here." He ordered.
I stood up, deftly removing my sweat pants and boxers. He was half way up against the wall. I wasn't sure exactly where he wanted me, but I assumed my head on his cock would be acceptable. So, I went back to work. Stroking and sucking his beautiful cock while he moaned and groaned in pleasure.
Suddenly, he reached over and grabbed my hips and started to flip me around into a 69 position. We were sideways on the bed so I didn't really fit, but I curled the best I could while trying to leave my dick exposed. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, so I was letting him lead. I kept working his cock while he positioned us both more comfortably.
I felt his hand grab my cock. Hard and fast, he stroked me while I sucked him. I started to stroke him hard and fast as I knew I couldn't match his pace with my mouth. I let my tongue and lips rest on his cock head as my hand pulsed up and down his shaft. I felt his cock head bouncing against my mouth.
Ryan continued to pleasure my cock with his hand while I did the same to him. He continued to moan and groan and announce his satisfaction at how good this felt.
His face was close to my cock. I think he wanted to suck it, but he just continued to tease me with his hand. I could feel his breath on it, but I longed for his wet mouth. His stroking was working quite nicely, however, and I actually started to fear that I might lose it and shoot all over his face. That, I was certain, would probably get me punched.
With all his verbal cries and the sweet taste of precum that I was receiving, I knew he still wasn't very close to cumming.
He stopped his attack on my cock as quickly as he started. He pulled my head off of his cock, and got up and stood by the bed.
"Keep sucking it, don't stop!" he ordered again, but now there was some desperation in his voice.
I rose up on all fours and let him start to fuck my face. I was gagging as he was jamming his cock hard into my mouth. The angle wasn't right so his cock had no chance of getting down my throat from this position. I pulled away and flip over onto my back. I kicked away from the wall so that my head was hanging over the edge of the bed.
I grabbed his cock and pulled it into my mouth. He staggered a bit but regained his balance. He quickly realized this was a better angle and started to work it in and out quickly. He put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in. He slowed down his thrusts and went in deep. My throat opened and I could feel his cock head enter. He went in deeper. His pubes tickled my face. Further he plunged. I felt his weight smash against my face, cutting off any chance of breathing.
I concentrated on his cock which was in my throat much further than I had ever even imagined it could go. I swallowed and swallowed trying to massage this perfect piece of meat as best I could.
I was beginning to panic a bit as I really couldn't breathe at all. I hoped Ryan would relent so I wouldn't have to push him off of me. What if he forced me to, but then resisted and wouldn't get off. I suddenly felt completely helpless. My cock jumped at the realization.
Luckily, Ryan relented, but only for an instant. Thankfully enough for me to catch a breath, but then his cock was back in. He had the right angle now and was able to slide his throbbing pole into me quicker. So, he picked up the pace and began to pulverize my throat.
He was doing all the work, and I could feel him begin to labor. I was running my hands over his body, any parts that I could reach. I felt the sweat begin to pour out as he continued to punish me.
Again, his sounds were music to my ears, but they definitely lacked the urgency of someone who was about to shoot a huge load.
He finally tired and pulled out. He dragged me off the bed again. He was on his knees, resting his ass on ankles, breathing heavily. I was on my knees in front of him. He pulled me by my hips closer to him. I started to stroke his cock with my right hand. There was so much of my spit on his cock, my hand glided over it nicely. He did the same to me. My dick was bone dry, but his muscular grip still felt amazing.
I leaned in so our chests were touching each other. I rested my chin on his shoulder. I ran my left hand down his back and over his ass.
"Fuck, he had an amazing ass," I thought.
I concentrated on his ass with my left hand while I continued to stroke his slick cock with my right. I rubbed and squeezed his muscular cheeks. His verbal chimes didn't change while I enjoyed the feeling of his ass in my hands. He didn't urge me on but didn't try to stop me either.
I wanted to kiss him so bad, or at least suck on his neck or something. I was too afraid it would be crossing the line. "This straight stud ain't fucking kissing another guy," I mimicked his commanding voice in my head as I thought it.
Suddenly, I had hit the point of no return. I was so engrossed in feeling Ryan's ass one hand, his meaty, slimy cock in the other and our bodies pressing against each other, I couldn't control the pleasure Ryan's hand was providing my rock hard cock.
"Oh shit," I panicked, "I am gonna shoot all over him and his floor. He is gonna kill me!"
I quickly pulled away and sprawled out. My cock was starting to leak heavily as my balls tightened up. Instead of feeling the cold, hard wood against my cock, I felt what I hoped was my sweat pants. My cum just poured out. My body trembled.
I leaned in and took Ryan's cock back in my mouth, and sucked it furiously. My cock continued to shoot as I rubbed it against the cool nylon of my sweats.
My whole body continued to shake and convulse as I stroked and sucked Ryan harder and faster.
Finally, his voice changed.
"Oh yes, I am gonna cum."
Just the opposite of last time, he put his hands on my head. He wanted to be sure that I swallowed his load this time. He slowed my sucking down so that he could control me, getting me to hit his cock perfectly to put him over the edge.
"Yes, take my load, swallow my cum" he yelled.
His cock was deep in my mouth when it erupted. I felt his cum squirt to the sides of my mouth after it banged off the back. It poured over my teeth onto my tongue so that I was given the pleasure of tasting his warm seed. He moved my head back and forth over his cock, allowing me to milk all the juice from his balls. His body spasmed and he gasped as the last few powerful jolts ran through him. I swallowed down the last of his cum as it eeked out of his softening cock.
When he had nothing left, he pulled me off his cock. He stood up, but was a bit wobbly.
"Of fuck, oh fuck, that was awesome," he said, still breathing heavy.
I laid there on the ground, softly grinding my cock into the cum soaked garment. I was still hoping that it was my sweat pants. I was relieved to see Ryan grab his boxers and toss them on. As hot as it would have been to cum in his undies, I was glad I didn't have to explain that. Actually I was a bit amused as I watched him struggle a bit. The tough guy was spent and it was taking quite an effort to get his boxers on.
I got up and gathered my clothes, which was not easy in the dark. Yes, they were my sweat pants, thankfully. Well, except, now I had to put them on all covered in my cum.
"I gotta go to sleep, dude," Ryan said as he collapsed into bed. "Make sure you close the door all the way," he added.
"I guess that means I am not invited to sleep over," I said to myself, smiling, as I finished getting dressed.
"OK, later dude," I said to him as I headed out of the room, hoping I was wearing my clothes and something of his by mistake. My cum soaked pants were sticking to my leg. My balls had that wonderful achy feeling and the taste of Ryan's cum still lingered in my mouth.
That's it for Chapter Three. Sorry it was so long! I guess Ryan enjoyed it because he was looking for me the next night too. I will cover that in Chapter 4 as Ryan takes it to another level. Please send any comments to me at jclarkson35@gmail.com.