This story is based on fiction. If you do not like love story based on gay sex, do not proceed further. Although written in such a way, remember to practice safe sex. I never like to rush into sex in my stories. I prefer the build-up to the climax. Hope you have the patience for the story. Thanks. Write me if you like the story - sekretpower@yahoo.com
I first saw him when I was rushing into my building in the rain. What I could see was a young guy, wet, standing near the front entrance, with his hands folded in front of his chests. We had eye-contact. In this late evening, I had to be careful with whomever I bumped into. Robberies and theft were not uncommon in my area.
I scrambled for the door, thankful that I could get out of the rain. Once inside, I stood there for a while, allowing more water to drip down from my soaked clothes. I checked outside, to make sure that he did not follow me in. He did not. He was not even glancing my way.
I saw his car. It was parked near the entrance.
Although I did not have a good look at him, at that age, I could be forgiven for suspecting that he was one of the guys, studying in the college nearby.
So, why here? The car broke down?
The hot shower felt great. I really needed that. After a long tiring day, stuck in the lab, trying to get the results for my paper writing, and then, to be greeted by the heavy rain, this was a great relief.
No, I was not a science geek. One could say that I was a rare one. Even I was puzzled by this. I was very much involved since the elementary school, in almost every form of games. I was more into running back then. And then, in high school, my passion turned to swimming. And I played for the school, which was partially responsible for my college scholarship. And then, in college, I got involved in waterpolo. But all this time, my interest for my lab work never changed. I was good in it. And I liked being good in what I could do. It was a sense of pride. It was a sense of joy. It was a joy to be proud. I was good.
And the time I spent on the field, or pool, helped to keep me in shape. I looked good. In high school, girls were betting to see who would take my virginity away. But it was my best friend's elder sister, Jessie, who taught the inexperienced, nervous me, the world of sex, while my best friend was sleeping in the room next door.
Jessie taught me sex, but it was Jessie's boyfriend, Mark, who had helped me to realize that I was gay. In the threesome I was allowed to join, Jessie and Mark pushed me to try something new. And in the wilderness of exploring the joy of sex with older couple, I realized it was handsome Mark whom I was more interested in. The exploration of his body made me so hard, that I knew I had to be gay.
So, here, ten years later, I was looking at myself in the mirror, the guy who had come to identify himself comfortably, as a gay. The sport did me good. I liked what I saw in the mirror. Hard body, well-formed chests, and a nice six pack. I inherited my parents' good look, while the willy stood 5 inches soft. Hard, it would stretch to a solid 9 inches that kept my sex partners happy.
Sex partners, coz I never wanted to stick to only one. Why one, when I could have varieties? Why one, when being attached would attract unwelcomed commitment? Why one, when I could roam freely, seeking whenever I liked, for the kind of guys I liked?
I had a few more months to enjoy the college life, before work. Even at the present, I had enough supply of hot guys from the college pick-ups, or a gay bar in the town that I did not have to worry about going hungry for sex. I was offered research financial assistance for my Master degree immediately, after my graduation. There were a few offers. The one I ended up with, was the different one from my old college. I needed change. I needed a new environment. So, I packed up and moved. Got myself this cozy apartment, which my grant had helped to pay.
I was good to go. A paid Master degree, a flexible research time, a new area with new guys to check out and a life with no commitment. I was enjoying my life.
I was hungry. The whole week of struggling to complete my research had taken so much of my time, that I failed to fill up my food cabinet, or the fridge.
On my way back from the closest convenience shop, I saw him again. He was still standing at the same spot. He was shivering. His hand was holding a mobile phone, and he was cursing softly.
I was curious, but wished that I was strong enough not to get involved. When I passed by him, there was eye-contact. Damn, he was gorgeous! Shoulder-length hair, and an oval-shaped face. He had this gentle-featured face, but his eyes... there was something about his eyes.. you know, those mysterious and secretive...
He stopped cursing, when I walked by.
'Tough night, huh?' I said, as I carried my plastic bag of food. I looked out at the pouring rain, but I noticed he was looking at his car. Realizing that I was referring to the rain, he muttered a 'yeah'.
'Your car?' I inquired. Not that I was suspecting him of trying to steal someone else's.
'Yeah. Broke down.' He said 'broke down' like it was some sort of betrayal by the car or life, on his fate that night.
'Oh..' I uttered. 'So? Called anyone?'
'Yeah.. I mean, tried to. The battery went dead. Fuck!' His hand raised up, to show that he meant his handphone.
I looked around. I could not recall when I last checked around the place for a public phone. Not that I used it before. I always had my faithful mobile phone with me.
'Here.' I offered mine.
He was quiet. And then, he smiled gratefully, reaching out for my phone.
I stood around, when he dialed the numbers. And again. And again.
'Fuck!' he cursed again. And then, he mumbled something onto the phone, as he turned his back to me.
It took him a few more seconds, but he turned around, forcing himself to smile, returning the phone back to me.
'Got anyone?' I asked.
He shook his head. 'Nope. Must be at the party.'
'Oh..' I uttered. Kinda pitied him. 'So.. you're gonna be ok here?' I had to ask.
He raised his shoulders slightly, as if he was unsure. But he still managed a smile. Hack, I was not sure how that was gonna be answered too.
I smiled back, and turned away, before I heard him saying thanks. I turned one more time to show him a smile back. But when I looked at him, in his dim corner, with the rain at the back, I felt bad. I had to ask him.
'Wanna come up?' I asked, with my finger pointed up to the building.
His eyes followed my finger, and although unsure, he said ok.
'Forgive the mess. I am not a good house-keeper,' I apologized when he entered my place. The living room was trashed with old newspapers, empty beer cans and boxes of Chinese food.
'You live alone?' he asked, as his eyes scanned the room. And when his eyes rested on the poster of naked guys hugging one another on one of the walls, he quickly diverted his eyes away, politely.
My eyes followed from the poster too, to his eyes, and nodded a yes.
'The bathroom is on the right. I'll get you the towel,' I said, pointing the direction to him.
'Thanks,' he said, with a wide grin. Now that I could see him clearer, I had to admit that I was wrong about him being gorgeous. He was more than gorgeous. He looked so damn good that I wanna eat him up, there at that moment.
His steps left water dripped onto the floor. Not that I mind. I had this angel in my apartment. I was too excited to be upset.
The shower was running. The bathroom door was opened slightly, when I brought the towel. I knocked softly, to be greeted by a 'yeah' from him. I pushed the door, and saw his wet clothes on the floor. The shower curtain was drawn, stopping my eyes from enjoying what I had hoped. So, maybe he was straight.
'I leave the towel by the sink. And my shorts, and a t-shirt too. Figured you could wear them', I said. He was only a few years younger than me. Our body sizes were almost the same.
He pushed the curtain back a bit, poking his head through, to say thanks. I was hoping to see more. But my wish was not granted.
I left, half-heartedly.
'Hungry?' I asked, when he showed up. I was disappointed that he was wearing my t-shirt when he came out. I was looking for signal, and if he was gay, he would have taken the chance to come on to me. I mean, when he looked around in the living room, and the bathroom, there were enough posters and mags lying around to tell him what I liked. And he should know that he was something I would like.
I was topless, showing off my body. With a low cut shorts, strapping to my hips, I was trying to turn on, however much I could.
'Where's the mop?' he asked.
'What?'
'Mop?' he asked again, pointing at the drops of water on the floor.
'Oh...' I realized his intention. 'Nah, forget about that.. Come over here. Let's eat something.'
Looking half-guilty, he walked over, with his hand still rubbing the towel on his wet hair.
'So, what are you doing in town this late?' I asked. I was disappointed again. I was almost naked in front of him, and he was diverting his eyes elsewhere. I was at a lost cause. I passed him his plate of sandwich.
'Work,' he said. 'But a part-time work. I am a student.' His eyes did a quick check on my body, as they lingered to my face.
So, he was only admiring my built. Well, at least my hardwork was not totally ignored. I was okay with that. I loved it when gays worshipped my hard body. And I liked it too, when straight guys envy it.
'At the college?' I asked.
He nodded his head.
'Same as me, then. Name?' I asked.
'Oh, I am sorry... Ryan. You?' he asked.
'Josh. Short for Joshua.'
'I don't think I bump into you in the college,' he said.
I nodded my head. 'I spent my time in the lab. A lot. For my Master degree,' I said, feeling a little proud by the look of another admiration from him. I got that a lot, from other guys too. 'Shirt - ok for you?' I asked, while I slowly wore mine. I was giving up on these slow conversation. It did not show any sign of leading to sex. I got myself a straight, most likely.
'Alright,' he said, but my head was picturing him going-commando in my shorts. I wondered how big he was.
I made him a hot drink.
The rest of the evening was spent on getting to know him a bit. And him, knowing me a bit too.
He had a girlfriend - Laura. Damn! Curses! He tried to contact her, but could not get through. He stayed in dorm. Studied business studies, in his second year. Working part-time in a fast food restaurant two blocks away from my apartment. Had to work, to cover tuition fees. Parents in another state.
I did not have a boyfriend. Alone. Been around for the past 6 months, in the college. Had no time for others. It was lab, in front of computer, pub, in bed, in bed fucking, sex anywhere, gym and more. Hardly had time to visit home, nor time for a steady. Nor time to clean the apartment. I laughed when I said that, coz he was looking around, agreeing with me.
We sat on the sofa, with my knee trying to get closer to his, but it was not making any progress. I was semi-hard, just watching him. He was either talking, listening, or looking around my place.
By the time of the end of the conversation, I could tell that he was impressed by my life - what I had accomplished, what I had done etc. And I was impressed by the smooth body he had, as shown when the t-shirt rested nicely on his front. And I saw a nice bulge on him, but he did not seem to take note of my admiration.
I invited him to stay overnight, which he had to accept. Further attempts to contact his friends failed. And the rain did not seem to let up.
I offered him two choices - my double-size bed with me, or the couch. He chose the sofa, with a polite smile. I guess I could not push my luck.
He was welcomed to watch the tv, if he had wanted to.
But told him to be careful with any tapes, coz it would not be of his liking. He smiled, knowing what I had meant. And that made me wanting to fuck him more - a gay-friendly straight.
I retreated to bed, sleepy, tired and slightly disappointed.
Woke up the next morning, to find Ryan had already left. But he did make me a plate of sandwich in return, for breakfast, with a small thank-you note. Said that he had a morning class to rush to.
A check out my window, I could still see his car. He must had taken the bus.
I was disappointed. I was kinda hoping to see him again, he left so quietly. But nevertheless, his car was still around. He would be back.
Or that maybe I would bump into him in campus.
With this small hope, I smiled to myself, and headed for shower.
When I came back in the evening the following day, his car was gone. I was surprised to find myself disheartened by that. I must had been really desperate to see Ryan again.
Perhaps there was a God after all.
A week later, there was a knock on my door, close to midnight. Ryan was at my door, grinning, holding a bag of leftovers from his restaurant. I almost did not recognize him, coz he had cut his hair shorter. And he looked even better, looking more appealing, and man-ly.
Someone left as he had wanted to enter the building, he said. That was why he did not buzz.
He brought my clothes over too.
I invited him in, and we chatted until 2am, before he got up to go.
'Sleep here,' I invited.
'It's ok. I should go,' he answered.
'Stay. Please?' I did not know what made me say that. I mean, me? Saying 'please'? Wasn't that kinda of degrading for myself? I never had to say it to anyone. So, why him?
It was either in my 'please?' that made him paused to answer. Was I interested in him? Should he be scared? Or he disliked to say 'no' to a friend?
"Another time, ok?' he said. 'Got to fetch Laura.'
Oh.. Laura. The name I had forgotten to link his sex life to. What was I thinking? Hitting, and hoping on a straight?
'Ok, Ryan,' I said, trying to act cool. 'Drop by anytime. You know where I live.'
He smiled, as his eyes scanned around my living room.
Fine, the place was not an image of art, but one could still afford to call it home. Messy was messy. It was not like those guys who came back home with me for sex minded the mess.
'You could do some cleaning up, you know,' Ryan teased.
'I'm not into it. But you're most welcomed to do so.
I'll pay,' I teased him back.
'How much?' he asked.
That, I did not expect. I was only kidding.. but then again, if that would mean my seeing him more...
'20?' It just popped out of my head, without much thinking. It was not like I could not afford this.
'25, and I would even fill up your fridge for you.'
'Deal.'
'Deal, then,' he smiled, with a devilish smile, as if he had made a good bargain. 'I work on flexi hour. You cool with that?'
It was alright for me. 'The spare key's above the door.'
He nodded his head. 'Okay, then. I really got to go.'
When he walked out, I was left wondering what I was trying to do, or what I was hoping for, to see him again.
Ryan showed no sign of coming over the next few days.
This led to my sexual drive to be even higher, especially since that I had been working too hard in my lab.
I brought guys back home, to fuck, and at times, did indulged in the fantasy that the guy who was sucking my hard 9 inches cock was Ryan. Yeah, I fucked cute guys, but it was that when Ryan was untouchable, the thought of him made me cummed even harder.
Then, one day, the apartment looked clean, and the groceries I needed, listed on the paper on the fridge, was already bought and stocked up in the fridge. It was not a spotless job, but I had never seen my place that clean, except for the occasional self-torturing cleaning.
When I checked the dustbin by the bed, it was kinda embarrassing to know that he had thrown away the used condoms and tissues. And the bedsheet had been changed.
I made a mental note to leave money on the table for him.
Since then, I would know when Ryan dropped by. The apartment would be cleaner when I walked in.
I was fucking 23 year old Vincent in the ass, ramming my 9 inches into his sweet, hard ass, when I heard the knock on my bedroom door. I had sex with Vincent a few times before. I met him in the gym sauna. Since he was introduced to my 9 inches, he was hooked. It was easy to get Vincent to get down on his knees whenever I wished. Even in the gent, below my computer table, in the sauna - watched by others, who were not allowed to join in, and more.
I was surprised by the knock, and hesitated to get myself away from Vincent. Vincent was unhappy with the intrusion. I wondered if we had been careless, forgetting to lock the front door.
I covered myself with my robe. The 9 inches was making an obvious dent on the front.
I opened the door slightly, and was pleasantly surprised to see Ryan.
'You are busy?' Ryan asked.
For a split second, I forgot totally about my hard-on, or that Vincent was still lying down naked on my bed, with his ass exposed. I opened the door wider, happy to see Ryan.
'No. Not really. What's up?' I asked.
'Oh..' Ryan uttered. His eyes expressed his surprise to see a naked guy on my bed. I followed his eyes, and realized that we were too exposed for comfort. I tried to be cool about it, even when Ryan's eyes drifted down to see my now exposed 9 inches hard-on.
'I'm sorry.. I did not know..' he quickly said.
'No, it's ok,' I cut in. 'Anything important?'
'I should go,' Ryan said. He was uncomfortable. 'I'll come back later.'
'No. Just do some cleaning. I'll come out. Give me 15 minutes,' I replied, hoping that he would not go.
He was unsure.
'Go.'
He nodded, and headed for the kitchen.
I closed the door, and faced Vincent.
'Who was that?' Vincent asked. 'He wanna join us for threesome?'
'How I wish!' I said as I got back on the bed, threw the robe onto the floor and climbed on top of him again. 'Now, shut up.'
I aimed my still-hard dick at his hole, and jammed the whole stiffness into him. Vincent moaned. At that second, I felt the thrill. I was scared that Ryan could hear Vincent's moan, and yet I did want Ryan to hear it. It was a pleasure to know that Ryan was hearing my sex. It was a turn on.
I rammed my dick harder into Vincent. My thrusts became longer, and harder. I worked my dick on his ass so fast, that Vincent's moan could not keep up with my thrust. As I jammed my hard dick into his ass, I imagined it was Ryan. And I imagined Ryan was hearing it from outside. Or even Ryan listening at the door.
I was hard. I could not bear the excitement any longer, and pumped cum after cum into Vincent's ass. My body quivered at the thoughts. My cock-head was still throbbing sex cum, and it felt hot.
'Come on. You need to go,' I told Vincent, as I withdrew my cock out of his ass. I slapped his asscheek. Always loved his hard butt.
'What? Now?' he asked, as he turned around, surprised. I nodded a yes. His eyes showed that he was still hungry for my body.
'But why? Him?' he asked.
'I had to take care of something,' I lied. 'He's a cousin.'
I did not care if Vincent bought the lie or not.
We walked out of the room, together, heading for the bathroom. Ryan was coming out of the kitchen with a beer in his hand, and saw us - two good looking men, totally nude. I saw Ryan did a quick check out of the two of us, but his eyes told me that he admired my cock size. Although it was not as hard as earlier, it was still looking at impressive 7 inches semi-hard.
'Gonna take a quick shower, and then, I'll be with you. Watch some tv,' I told Ryan.
'Hi, Josh's cousin,' Vincent said to Ryan, as he headed for the bathroom.
Ryan gave me that puzzled look, and I just smiled back, asking him to play along.
'Hi,' Ryan replied, to my amusement.
Since that day, I had always wondered when I could have Ryan in my house, when I would be having sex with another guy. It was a turn-on for me. As he would have a flexible hour cleaning my place, and I did not always bring guys back for sex only at night, I wondered if it was more possible.
Sometimes, I would keep the guys longer in my place, just for the sake of having Ryan walked into my apartment, bearing the sound of my sex-making.
Ryan did bump into other guys I had sex with. It was too obvious to him that I was enjoying my sex life a lot, and he did ask me a few questions - like if I was the dominant (top), how often, do I use condom etc?
And then, I began to take one step further. I kept my bedroom door open ajar.
And I was patient.
It worked. Eventually, Ryan would come by, when I was having sex with this one hot Latino, Ed. I did not hear Ryan come in through the front door. I was banging the Latino hard. His moan matched the creaking sound of my bed, and I was in ecstasy. I had already slid in my whole 9 inches, feeling his ass bumped onto my groin.
When I open my eyes, I could see Ryan standing by the door. He was smiling. I guess he figured since I was such an exhibitionist, he would just enjoy the whole free show. I smiled back, embarrassed, but I was not about to stop.
I fucked the Latino guy harder, keeping my eye-watch on Ryan. Ryan watched my body thrust, shook Ed's body forward and back. I purposely pulled my hard cock almost all the way out, showing off the length of my manhood, before I rammed my hard cock back into a moaning Ed. Ed had no idea that we had a voyeur. He was on all four, facing the other side.
I watched Ryan, instead of Ed's back. Ryan was trying to see my sex partner, but was in vain. But he did rest his eyes on my hard cock, thrusting in and out of Ed's ass. Alternately, he did glance at me, and I would flash him a smile. My sweat dripped down my hard body. I was hotter now. If this was the best I could have Ryan for sex, it was doing it for me.
My eyes checked out Ryan's package. It did seem like it had grown. His fingers were brushing against an almost clear stiffy.
I pulled my cock out and stroked it a few times, before I shot cums on Ed's ass. It was a huge load.
Ed turned, and was surprise to see Ryan. He jumped and grabbed my blanket to cover himself up.
'Who's that?' Ed screamed.
'My cousin,' I said, coolly, swiping my cum off my cock head, and bringing it to my mouth. I licked my fingers. I was sure Ryan saw what I had just done.
'Bloody fuck! If you plan for all this, you should have told me earlier!!' Ed shouted at me. Apparently, Ed was not comfortable being watched. He scooped his clothes up, and rushed out the bedroom.
A few seconds later, Ed came out of the bathroom, and headed out, slamming the door, before he shouted a 'fuck you'.
I was standing there, naked, with a cum-drenched semi-hard cock, beside Ryan. Both of us thought Ed was acting funny. We giggled when the door slammed.
'Is it always this long?' Ryan asked.
I turned to face Ryan, and realized that he was referring to my cock. His eyes were on my exposed cock. I guess he was curious, after all.
'Yeah, but I am sure you could stretch it further,' I teased him.
Ryan laughed. 'Nah..'
But he ran his finger on my cockhead, and brought his finger up. It was coated with my cum. Looking at me, he licked his finger with his tongue.
I was stunned. He did that in front of me!
Ryan smiled.
'You think you're the only one who does the shocking around here?' Ryan said, before he headed for the kitchen, smiling.
'What? You mean, you want sex with me?' I said quickly, hoping for a yes.
Ryan turned back and shook his head. 'I'm not gay.'
Not gay? He just licked my cum off his finger. He just touched my cock with finger!
The water in the kitchen ran. And then I heard the sound him gargling in the kitchen. He was washing me off his mouth.
And to think that I had actually hoped I was wrong about him.
Sigh...
But my sex excitement with Ryan had already reached a new height, and I needed him to be excited. Coz when I knew he was excited, I would be excited. And I cummed hard.
So, Ryan became more comfortable with me. And I was in return, wanted Ryan even more.
I would purposely walk around naked, when he was around. Of course, I easily got hard when I was playing the pretend with Ryan around. And he knew I was hard, because of me. And the last time I checked, his hard-on was handled faithfully by Laura.
When Ryan took his shower in my place, I would purposely find a reason to stay in the bathroom, although the curtain blocked my view. I would be shaving. Pissing. Washing my hand. And then, I gathered the courage to stay in the bathroom, chatting with Ryan who was on the other side of the curtain.
Eventually, the curtain had to go. Ryan knew that.
When I kept asking him to repeat what he said in the shower, he was silent. And then, I saw his hand came out, and slowly, he drew the curtain back.
There, Ryan, the object of my many weeks of sexual desire, stood naked before me. I was right. Ryan was lean, and his hard body showed many years of good training. His cock was 3 inches limp, and perhaps he was embarrassed by that, coz quickly looked away when he caught me staring at his cock. But his ass was fine. Bubble butts, the way I love them to be.
We talked like there was no sexual tension there.
Ryan came over more often, to clean up, and I, in return, purposely dirtied my place more often for him to come over. I guess the money was good, but I did know that Ryan undercharged me for his services.
And he was staying over more often, as his assignments deadline approached. He needed my computer. In return, he would be cleaning my place for free.
One night, I came back from the lab, to find Ryan asleep on my bed. He was not naked, however. He must had fallen asleep, reading his books, coz they were littering my bed.
I took my side of the bed, after shower. I had called Darius to cancel our sex appointment. Besides, I needed the rest.
Lying down, I could not help but to admire Ryan's beauty. He looked so handsome in his sleep. I wondered how it would be to make love to this man.
Make love? Huh? That was something that surprised me. Coz the Josh I knew, had sex, and not make love.
When I woke up early the next morning, Ryan was still asleep. But this time, he had already stripped off his jeans, and sleeping only in his brief. There was an obvious sign of hard-on, and although I was sleepy, I was determined to feel my way.
I touched him, holding his hardness in my hand.
He shuddered. He turned and saw me. A smile formed on his way.
'Morning,' he said.
I gribbed harder his morning hard-on, to let him know where my hand is.
A wider smile formed on him.
'He has a life of his own, you know... not that he likes a male hand,' Ryan said.
'What about a male mouth?' I teased, as I stroked Ryan. He might look uncomfortable, but his 7 inches cock was throbbing. His cock was enjoying the attention of my hand.
'I don't know, Joshua.. I'm not...' Only Ryan called me Joshua, although I kept reminding him that people called me Josh.
'You're not gay. I know. But do you want this cock sucked, or not?' I asked, my hand masturbating his hardness.
'Arhhh...' His moan escaped his lips.
'I take that as a yes,' I said, and pulled down his brief before he could say anything. His hand did land on my back, but before I could tell whether it was trying to stop me or push me down, I had already taken his hard manhood into my mouth.
Another moan escaped his mouth. This time, his hand slid down back. If he were trying to stop me just now, now it was a different story.
Ryan was in my mouth, and he enjoyed it. I sucked his hard cock, sliding my mouth up and down on his shaft. His body shuddered, trying to suppress his excitement. My tongue played with his cock, lathering it up with my spit. I worked my lips around his cockhead, sensing him more excited, as his hips thrusted forward, trying to hold back his ejaculation.
I worked on his 7 inches cock again, bobbing my head up and down on his groin. Each pull made him shivered.
And then, he cried out his moan - he came in my mouth. I felt shot after shot of Ryan's thickish cum in my mouth, and before I could swallow them all, some spilt onto his shaft, sliding down his hard shaft.
I had not realized that Ryan's hand was gripping the back of my head, on my hair, and the tense was felt in his grip.
I pulled up, still holding his hard cock in my hand. Cum was staining my hand and lips. I licked them.
Ryan's stomach was heaving hard, tensed from the sex we just had.
'You are good,' he claimed.
I smiled.
I looked at him, wondering my next move. Should I?
I got up and stripped my clothes off. Ryan just watched me. His cock was still exposed, with his brief laying at his thighs. He did not bother about that. He was just watching me.
And then, without removing my eyes away from him, I stripped my shorts down. My 9 inches was already rock-hard. I needed Ryan. I wanted Ryan.
I climbed myself up the bed, moving myself closer and closer to Ryan. He was still saying nothing, but this time, his eyes were watching my thick, long cock approaching him.
I crossed over one knee to the other side, and balanced myself, holding onto the wall above at head of the bed. Ryan's eyes were on me this time, as if he knew there was no turning back now. I lowered my cock, holding it with one hand, aiming for his lips.
He parted his lips, and took my cock into his mouth. I trembled, with excitement. I was in Ryan, and the feeling was wonderful. I felt like the whole blood of my body was rushing to my groin, up to my cockhead. I felt the cockhead throbbed hard in his mouth.
I pushed myself into Ryan, and pulled back. I began to rock my cock in and out of his mouth, wanting him to feel more and more inches of my thick cock.
Ryan took me in, and I felt his tongue tasting me.
I could not hold back anymore. I cummed. I spilt my cum into the throat of Ryan, gussing every load I could imagine in his mouth.
My body trembled every time I cummed, and watching Ryan swallowed however much he could.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth.
Looking at him, not knowing what to say to him next, I fell onto my side of the bed.
We laid there for a few minutes, in silent.
So, we had done it. I had my desire fulfilled. So, next?
I turned to look at Ryan, but his eyes were closed. Asleep? Was he ok with all this? Would he be ok? I had questions, but I did not know what to ask.
Perhaps when he was ready to talk.
I mean, this was his gay sex. Would he be shocked? Disgusted?
I hoped not. Oh shit! What had I done?
I rested there for a while, and then, got up to take a shower.
By the time, I came back, the bed was empty.
Ryan had gone.
And I was not scared of that. What I was scared was that I knew inside, there was this part of me, who wished that he did not.
Oh god! What was happening to me?
THE END
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