I had been working for six months on the East Coast but was now driving across the continent back to my permanent home on the West Coast. I had some time off, so I could take it easy and visit friends along the way. I had a bunch of old friends from my army days that were now scattered, so it was easy to couch surf my way home.
I hadn't seen Ryan for years when I stopped in to see him. We had kept in touch via MSN and facebook, but it had been some time since we'd got together in person. I showed up at his condo townhouse in the suburbs, which he had bought cheap 2 years ago and completely renovated himself since then.
I had no trouble finding his place -- his heavily customized blue Subaru was parked outside. Ryan answered the door wearing jeans, a white t-shirt under a grey v-neck sweater, and a ball cap. Ryan is a little shorter than me at 5'10" with brown hair and blue eyes.
"The place looks great, Ryan. You've done a terrific job. I remember the "before" pictures on facebook and you had your work cut out for you."
"Thanks," he beamed. "The neighbours still suck, but my place is decent. Best of all, it was cheap and it has a garage." Ryan was obsessed with car audio and needed a workshop. I never quite understood his extreme facination with car stereo equipment, but hey, it's a harmless hobby.
"So I'd offer to make you dinner, but I don't cook much. I do have beer. Wanna just order pizza?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Great, the Pittsburgh-Caps game will be starting soon," it was hockey playoffs time.
So, we drank a couple of beers and caught up. "How come you never got married? You've got a good job and a house and everyting."
I shrugged and gave a half smile, "I guess I'm just not the marrying kind. What about you? Seeing anybody?"
"Nope. I'm just not very good with girls. I have a hard time meeting them and then I'm lousy at the wining and the dining and the romance crap. It's just not me."
I laughed, "you never were much for the social niceties."
"I dumped one girl just because she never wanted to do anything except go shopping." He paused, "and she always wanted me to go down on her but never wanted to go down on me."
"That's not right," I said. "Fair is fair."
"Exactly."
"So who's that really hot blond girl that's in a lot of your facebook pictures?"
"Hmm, you must mean, Sarah," I answered, while trying to eat hot pizza at the same time. "She's the sister of one of the guys at work. And she's dating one of my work friends."
"Oh, okay. I wondered if she was your girlfriend but I wasn't sure."
"Nope, no girlfriends for me."
"Nah, I didn't think so."
I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"I just meant, ah, that, she might be your girlfriend, but, uh, oh never mind."
I laughed, "don't be shy with me, Ryan. We've known each other for too long for that."
He didn't say anything for a minute and we watched the hockey game.
"Yeah, I'm gay, if that's what you were getting at," I said.
He almost looked relieved, "I always wondered if you were. But I didn't want to offend you in case you weren't."
"I always tried to keep that seperate from work."
"Were you and James, uh, doing it?"
James had been my best friend back then and we were roommates for several years.
"No," I answered, "James is as straight as an arrow. There was never any of that going on."
"So you were never messing around with any of the guys in the regiment?"
"Nope, not even once."
"But you would have, if you could have gotten away with it?"
"Well, yeah, probably."
"Did you have a crush on me?"
Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I used to have bad for Ryan, and I mean bad. I blushed a little and gave one of those shy, nervous laughs. "Well, you're a good looking guy."
"I thought so. But that's cool. I probably would have been freaked out back then if you had told me, but now, meh, who cares."
"Times are different," I agreed.
"And we're both grown up now, not kids anymore. It's no big deal."
"Cool," I replied. "Cheers," I reached over and clinked beer bottles with him.
We watched the game for a bit and talked about people we used to know and where they are now. I relaxed a little, partly from the beer and partly from that coming out convo going so well. I think I knew that he had always known, but now it was out in the open and nothing had changed between us.
The hockey game went into overtime with a late goal by Washington and we paid closer attention for awhile. Finally Pittsburgh won with a lucky bounce off a defender's skate. (I was cheering for Pittsburgh because I think Sidney Crosby is hot.)
After the game we started talking about women again. Ryan was complaining that girlfriends don't understand that men just want to drink beer, watch a hockey game, get a blow job, and go to bed. I laughed and said, "that is all that men want, isn't it." I winked at him and went to the kitchen.
"No, no! Bah, now you're twisting my words!"
I came back in with two more beers and handed one to Ryan. I was certainly feeling a bit buzzed by now -- I'm sure he was too. Instead of sitting down right away, I stood there a minute, openly checking him out. I could see what looked like a semi through his jeans.
I could remember from showering with him in the army what his cock looked like. It was cut and fairly big soft. I'd always wanted to touch it, stroke it, feel it stiffen in my mouth.
I looked at him in the eye. We were both grinning and blushing. I held his gaze and sat down on the couch close beside him. I took a swig of beer with my left hand and reached over to feel his crotch with my right hand.
He didn't say anything or pull back. He just took a gulp of beer and looked away at the TV, which still had a post-game show going. I undid his jeans and zipper and slipped my hand inside the fly of his boxer shorts. His cock grew stiffer right away as I took it in hand.
I looked at Ryan for a reaction. He was still staring fixedly at the TV, biting his lower lip. He was clearly nervous about this, but he hadn't told me to stop, so I kept going. I took my hand away and used both hands to pull down his jeans and boxers. He lifted his butt up a little to help me.
I got down on my knees in front of him and admired his hard cock as I stroked it. It was 7" hard, (a little longer than mine), and thick. I leaned forward abruptly and took it in my mouth.
"Oh fuck," he said. And he snapped his head back to stare at the ceiling. I started exploring with my tongue and gently massaging his ample, hairy balls. I adjusted my own boner inside my jeans as I sucked him.
Ryan continued to moan a little and breath heavily. He was clearly loving it. I pushed his jeans down from his thighs to his ankles and he spread his knees to give me more room.
I gave him everything I had. When he gave that funny, anguished sex moan that meant he had moved from the pleasure stage to the need to cum stage, I went to town and didn't stop. I sucked for all I was worth. He started to loose control and came heavily in my mouth. It was a big load and I worked hard to swallow it. I kept his cock in my mouth until he gave me a gentle push meaning he'd had enough. I sat on the couch beside him again, pretty pleased with myself.
"Whew! Thanks!" Ryan was still panting a little. "I really needed that. It's been awhile."
"You shouldn't go too long between blow jobs," I replied. "It's not healthy. Men need to get their oil changed regularly."
Neither of us said anything for awhile, we both just stared at the TV without really watching it. Ryan hadn't moved at all except to drink his beer. His pants were still down around his ankles and he had made no attempt to cover up his crotch and his now soft, but still large, cock.
Finally, Ryan finished his beer, stood up, and and pulled up his jeans. He walked out of the room and returned with two more beers, handing one to me.
"I always wondered if I'd like it, getting a blow job from a guy."
"And?"
"It was awesome!" He smiled. "You are staying the night, right?"
"If you'll have me," I grinned back.
"You'll have to earn your keep," he said with mock solemnity.
"It's not unpleasant work..." I pretended to be thinking it over.
"Deal. Now let's play xbox." And he proceeded to beat me all hollow at Madden NFL.
After several more drinks we were good and drunk. I staggered off to the bathroom for the third time and when I came back, Ryan was sprawled out on the floor, arms back, eyes closed.
"Hey! No pass outs," I kicked him in the ribs. He rolled over and grabbed my legs, throwing me off balance and I fell on top of him. We wrestled a bit and I ended up on my back with Ryan straddling me, pinning my wrists to the floor.
"This would be more fun if we were naked," I pointed out.
Ryan laughed and sat up, letting my arms go, but still sitting on my thighs. I reached to undo his jeans but he stopped me and said, "I'm going to bed, but you can come too."
We stood up and I followed him upstairs into the bedroom. I closed the door behind me and hugged him from behind as he lifted off his t-shirt and sweater, feeling his hairy pecs and running my fingers down his treasure trail inside the waistband of his pants to his pubes. I could feel him trembling again, but he made no attempt to stop me.
I undid his pants and pulled them down. He stepped out of them as quickly stripped off my own clothes. He turned around and we looked at each other, naked and erect, in what little light was coming in the window.
I put one hand on his shoulder and used the other hand to slowly stroke his stiff cock. I could sense his nervousness at experimenting with another man, but I could sense his arousal too. Hell, I could feel his arousal in my hand, hot and rigid.
To my surprise, he started to reciprocate, taking my cock in his hand. Jacking off together with Ryan had been a fantasy of mine for a long, long time. Now, unexpectedly, it was coming true. Our cockheads brushed together and the sensation was electric.
I put my left hand on his waist and pulled him closer until we were grinding each other. My hand slid down to cup his ass and I looked into his eyes. We started to kiss. Tentatively at first, and then passionately. Ryan grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and climbed on top of me. We made out furiously, tongues meeting and hands everywhere. Whatever reservations he had were gone. Ryan was hooked on man sex.
We rolled around and I ended up on top. I licked, kissed, and chewed on his nipples before working my way down with my tongue for another blow job, which was equally well appreciated. But this time I was surprised again when he roughly threw me over and traded places with me.
He hesitated only a little before he started to lick my mushroom head, trying out the taste. Then he started sucking on the whole thing. It was clearly his first time, but that made it all the hotter for me, knowing I was the first man he had tried anything with. I grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to mine again.
I pushed him back and sucked him some more. Then, I straddled him and kissed him while allowing his cock to rub back and forth in my ass crack. This made him crazy -- his hips were bucking and twisting all over the place. I used my hand to rub as much spit as much as could muster on his cock and my asshole.
I leaned back slowly his head press into my ring. It had been awhile since I had been fucked at all, let alone by a cock this big and with only spit for lube to boot. Nevertheless, I wanted the intensity of fucking and I was determined to make it work. It was painful, but he slipped in. Ryan jacked me slowly as I sat back on his cock.
"Oh my God, that's incredible," he moaned. "It feels amazing!" He started thrusting upwards into me.
I pulled off him and got down on all fours. He got behind me and penetrated me again. It didn't hurt this time, or not much. Ryan started bucking into me. It was one of the most mind blowing fucks I've ever had. I couldn't keep my hand off my own cock and it wasn't long before we were both cumming.
We collapsed on the bed, panting and out of breath. I buried my head into his furry chest, clutching him. He held me and neither of us spoke or moved for a long time.
Ryan must have got cold after awhile because he pulled away and crawled under the covers. I followed him and we cuddled up together and fell asleep, content.