On the way back to Ryan's house, Rick was unusually quiet, and pensive, and Ryan worried that he was suffering another attack of the guilties regarding their sex play. Ryan wished he could find some way to convince his friend that it was cool, and make him understand that he liked making him feel good, and that his sucking him off actually provided a degree of sexual satisfaction for him, too. Ryan understood clearly that Rick was not inclined sexually as he was, and that once he found some girl willing to lie down for him, it would pretty much be over between them, and that was cool, too, but for now, Ryan wished that Rick would just chill on the guilty bit, and let it happen, like he had a few minutes ago.
Ryan would have been seriously surprised, had he been able to read Rick's thoughts at that same moment, given that what had Rick in the pensive mood was not a feeling of guilt, at all, but rather thoughts of how awesome it really felt when Ryan played with his cock, and sucked him, even happily taking his load, and swallowing it. Yes, the gayness of the act chipped at him some, but once the incredible sensations began to flow through him, he somehow managed to overlook that part of the equation, at least until afterward, when he frequently reverted to feeling like he had participated in a perverted act. That, of course, stemmed from all of his upbringing, and the popular social stigmas that defined it as such, more than it stemmed from his personal barometer, which summed up the activity more along the lines of, anything that feels that good, can't be that bad.
Indeed, Ryan would have been totally surprised to know that what Rick was actually thinking at the moment was that his willing participation with Ryan had been entirely too one sided, and, if he were to continue to avail himself of the incredible pleasures that Ryan delivered, he, Rick, needed to be willing to reciprocate that pleasure to his friend, as well. He was sure in the belief that he was definitely not gay, and had accepted the fact that Ryan doubtless was, and he told himself that allowing himself to return the favor wouldn't alter that, and that it was really nothing more than two bud's helping each other out, a temporary source of pleasure, and much needed sexual relief. Yup, he told himself, a feeling of conviction washing over him, right, is right, and I really can't seem to say no to Ry, and mean it, so.....fuck it, I am going to give, as good as I've been getting, and that's it.
As they arrived back at Ryan's house, Rick seemed to pop out of his pensive mood, and as they rounded the back side of the garage heading toward the back yard, Rick shocked Ryan, when he suddenly wrapped his muscled arms around him, and hugged him tightly, as he said,
"Know what, Bud....?......you, are really special, and, the best friend a guy could ever hope to have."
Ryan was speechless, relishing the feel of his friend's strong arms holding him tightly, and his neglected penis thickened in his shorts, as he hugged Rick tightly, and tried not to let the tears flow from his eyes, as he replied,
"Wow....how cool is that.....and so are you, Rick.....really...so very special a friend!"
Rick released him then, and stepped back, a slightly sheepish expression on his face, and he brought his hand to Ryan's face, swiping at the wet streak on his cheek, as he smiled, and said,
"Looks like you got something in your eye, Bud."
Ryan chuckled, his smile so broad it added to the dim ambient light of the backyard, as he nodded his head, mumbling,
"Yea, looks like.....thanks, OK?"
Rick, winked at him, and replied,
"Sure.....just so you know how much I really mean that."
Ryan blinked rapidly, nodding, then, turned toward the house, saying,
"Come on, Dude.....I got that new PS2 game I was telling you about....and....I'm ready to whip your little ass at it, too!"
Rick followed Ryan through the back door, saying,
"In your freeking dreams, gay boy, in your freeking dreams!"
Secured away in Ryan's private wing of the house, having said good-night to Ryan's parents, the boys were busily thumbing the PS2 controllers, as they engaged in the various levels of killing and maiming offered by the fast paced game. During one of the brief breaks they paused for, Rick had discarded his tee shirt, and was now clad in just snug gym shorts that clung enticingly to the bulge of his package, and Ryan's fully charged cock reacted, as it unfurled, and poked at the front of his own shorts, and remained rigid, as it received nearly unending stimulation from his jiggling the controller in his lap as the game went on. The condition was not lost on Rick, and he was rapidly losing points on the game, as his attention divided itself between the action, and his friend's obvious hardon. Reminding himself of his earlier self commitment, he inhaled a deep breath, and set aside his controller, and slid his hand into Ryan's lap, closing his fingers around the rock hard penis he found there. Ryan yelped, startled by the unexpected contact, and abandoned his own controller, as he looked at Rick, his expression clearly telegraphing his surprise. Rick casually stroked the rigid stalk, as he looked Ryan square in the eye, and said,
"I've decided that you having all the fun needs to change, gay-boy, and that I'm seriously behind in this little game of ours, so this time, you are going to just kick back, and take it....but....one freeking word of this shit finds the street....you can sing first soprano in church from now on, get it?"
Still shocked at the sudden turn of events, and nearly spewing his pent up load from the sensations Rick's touch was generating in his crotch, Ryan nodded, and replied,
"Dude....Rick....we have, like, SO already had this conversation....and it flat ain't gonna happen...but, shit, man...I mean....you don't.....um.....have to....do this, you know."
Rick chuckled, and began tugging at Ryan's shorts, sliding them down his thighs, as he responded,
"Don't tell me what I have to.....or don't have to....do....just...get your fucking clothes off, dude....unless, of course, you really don't want me to....suck your dick...!"
Ryan's pulse all but doubled, and his cock throbbed in anticipation, as he could scarcely believe what he was hearing, but without hesitation, he rose up, and skinned out of his shorts, and briefs in one quick motion, and tugged his tee over his head. His rampant cock slapped smartly against his groin, a throbbing staff of rigid flesh, and the prominent vein that ran the length of his cock pulsed strongly with the flow of blood that coursed through it. The smooth head glistened with the flowing evidence of his excitement, and he watched, incredulous, as Rick once more gripped it, as his other hand pressed on Ryan's smooth chest, so that he went over backward, and sprawled on the carpet. Rick had a look of solid determination on his handsome face, as he maneuvered himself between Ryan's outstretched legs, and lowered his face to toward the rigid boyhood.
The scent of Ryan's crotch, and his flowing precum, flooded Rick's senses, as he paused, not more than an inch from Ryan's cock, and he felt his mouth water profusely, as he licked at his dry lips. He ran his hand up and down Ryan's hard cock, and brought his other hand up to cup the heavy ball sac, hefting it, and probing the twin orbs inside. He slowly extended his tongue, and swiped it across the silky smooth head of Ryan's cock, as Ryan groaned, his lean body shuddering strongly, as Rick licked the head again, then, opened his mouth, and slowly engulfed it, moving downward, until the thick head dug into his throat, gagging him, so that he pulled back, then paused.
The thickness of the warm, rigid flesh filling his mouth surprised Rick, as did the near absence of any taste, save for the slightly nutty flavor of Ryan's oozing precum, and he took a minute to adjust to the new sensation, then, once more advanced, and slid his mouth down the length of the turgid meat, until he felt Ryan's soft pubes on his nose, and upper lip. He withdrew once more, getting the hang of it now, and settled into a steady up and down rhythm, sliding his mouth over his friends throbbing cock, as his other hand toyed with his balls.
Ryan, for his part, was gritting his teeth, and every muscle, and tendon, in his body felt like a wire-spring, as he fought the nearly irresistible urge to explode, as his long held dream became reality. He lifted his head off the floor, and looked down over his heaving torso, and groaned loudly, as he saw his cock fully buried in Rick's mouth. He dropped his head back, fully expecting to wake up any second, and find it was all just a dream. Rick continued to work him, actually doing one hell of a job in the process, and Ryan's slim hips began to buck in sync with Rick's pace, as his hands moved to Rick's head, and his fingers slid through his thick hair. He groaned repeatedly, and mumbled Rick's name, over and over, as the incredible pleasure coursed through him, and his balls began a slow, mind-bending burning, a feeling so deep within him, he felt like he might just explode into tiny pieces at any second.
Rick tasted the increasing flow of precum, and his jaw ached as if he had been punched by a heavyweight, and the saliva leaked from the corners of his stretched mouth, as he labored over his task, eager now, to bring forth the torrent that he knew was coming, eager to let Ryan experience the intensity of the pleasure that he himself was so adept at providing. He paused briefly, opening his acing jaw to gulp air, and his fingers griped the burgeoning base of Ryan's cock, stroking it, as he again closed his lips around the rigid stalk, and resumed sucking it as if he had done it forever. His other hand gripped Ryan's aching balls more firmly, pulling them down slightly, as Ryan arched his back off the floor, and thrust his rampant cock deeper into Rick's throat, as he groaned loudly, calling out Rick's name once again.
Nearly simultaneously, both boys knew it was coming, as Ryan felt his balls tighten, and draw back from Rick's tight grip, and Rick felt the heavy cock swell in his mouth, and flex strongly, and Ryan uttered another deep growl, and erupted, the thick cream suddenly flooding into Rick's mouth in strong pulses, one immediately followed by another. Rick gagged strongly, as the first jet of cum filled his already cramped mouth, and he reflexively swallowed to make room for the next salvo, and the next, and the next. Tears welled up in his eyes, and drizzled down his cheeks, as he held the rapidly wilting cock deep in his battered mouth, sucking it still, as the final vestiges of Ryan's copious ejaculate drizzled onto his tongue.
Finally, Ryan was spent totally, and sagged onto the carpet, exhausted, and panting, as he struggled for breath. Rick slid the softening penis from his puffy lips, and stared at the nearly purple head, then pressed his lips to it, amazed at the glassy smoothness of the skin there, then, continued to gently hold the spent weapon, as he looked up into Ryan's widely grinning face. He blushed slightly, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish for what he had just done, and Ryan shook his head slowly side to side, and said,
"I'll be damned.....you prolly don't want to know....but....holy shit, dude....you are like, REALLY GOOD at this!"
Rick felt the heat crawl over his cheeks, but couldn't help joining in Ryan's chuckling, as he released the now flaccid cock, and drew an arm across his cum coated mouth, and replied, as he grinned up the ecstatic Ryan,
"Ya think?"
(To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com