by Z. B Heller
Ryan rolled off me and kicked aside the comforter separating our bodies. I quickly went to grab the hem of Ryan’s T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Then I remembered we had both taken our shirts off last night. Ryan must have put his back on after my freak out.
“Where’s my shirt?”
“Did you think I wasn’t going to take the opportunity to watch you sleep shirtless? I can stare at your fucking pecs all day.” I rolled my eyes just as Ryan climbed back on top of me. The feeling of his skin on mine was unexplainable. However, that thought was quickly batted away when Ryan’s erection pressed on mine. To make it even more wonderful, Ryan started rocking his hips back and forth, causing an insane friction between his boxers and my boxer briefs. I never knew I could hate underwear as much as I did then. Ryan lowered his head again but this time trailed kissed down my neck and chest. I was enjoying his soft kisses on my skin when he reached my nipple and swirled his tongue around it. I moaned out loud. He then took the bud into his mouth and gave it a small bite.
“Holy fuck!” I shouted, surprised my nipples could be such an erogenous zone. Ryan responded with an evil chuckle, knowing full well what the hell he was doing. He kept moving south, pressing more kisses along my abdomen before sitting back on his knees. I instantly missed weight of his body and the feel of his skin and wanted to tell him to go back to what he was doing. He took his pointer finger and started to trace the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“You know what I fantasized all those times we hang out?”
“How incredibly sexy I am?” It was my turn to be a smartass.
Ryan grabbed my very hard cock through my underwear, and I let out a gasp. “No, you little tease. I thought about what you would taste like on my tongue. Would it be rough or smooth? Sweet or salty? Will you be my new addiction?” He said all this while stroking my length up and down.
“Sweet Jesus,” I said, my body trembling.
“I think it’s time I found out.”
“Yes, please, yes.”
Ryan stuck his finger under my waistband of my briefs and slowly peeled the fabric away from my skin. The lower he pulled, the tighter I fisted the sheets. Finally, my cock sprang free from its confines.
“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about the circumcised issue.” Ryan’s warm breath melted my skin. I closed my eyes, not knowing what to expect next. “Uh,uh. Open your eyes. I want you to watch me the first time I take you in my mouth.”
I almost came right there. But I obliged by his commands and kept my eyes open. He darted his tongue out and barely grazed the tip of the head of my cock. I let out a shuddering breath. “Ryan, please, not the time to tease.”
Again, an evil, cocky laugh erupted from his handsome face. Then he took the tip of my cock, and I watched as it disappeared into his mouth.
“Fuck me!”
Ryan released the tip with a pop. “No, baby, no fucking today. We’re taking it nice and slow.”
“Damn it, Ryan.”
“What?” He blew warm air on my shaft.
“Do more.”
“More what?”
Oh, I see what’s going on. He’s going to make me ask for it. My body tensed; I wasn’t used to this game. I felt nervous and awkward. “Please suck more.”
“You mean like this?” Ryan took my length into his mouth and bobbed his head a few times before letting go. “Is that what you want, baby?”
My cock was so hard I thought it was going to split in half. “Yes! Yes, that’s what I want.”
Ryan knew he had me and put his mouth back on me, sucking hard with each up-and-down movement. Then he added his hand to the base of my cock and twisted it in time with the sucking. I felt like I was going to explode, but Ryan had one more trick up his sleeve. With his free hand, he lightly stroked his finger along the skin under my balls and between my balls and my asshole. Holy. Mother. Fucking. Shit.
“Ryan I’m going to lose it.” I wasn’t sure what proper protocol was in this situation. Did he want me to come in his mouth? The question was answered for me when Ryan stopped sucking, but continued pumping my cock with his hand. He didn’t move his face away though. “Come on baby. Come all over my face.”
Those words would go on to be engraved on my brain for a long time. My hips bucked and I released myself all over Ryan’s face, just as he commanded.
I couldn’t believe I let Brandon blow his load on my face. Scratch that; I could believe it because it had been a huge fantasy of mine. I wasn’t sure if he would go through with it since it was his first time getting a blow job. Then something occurred to me. Had Brandon ever been with… anyone? He went on that date with that girl from the bar and it didn’t go as planned, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t experimented sexually with her. Shit.
I patted the floor around my knees blindly for my discarded shirt. Jizz in your eyes stung like a bitch. Not that I knew from personal experience. All right, maybe I did. There was this one time I watched some kind of frat boy porn and shot a load so far skyward it smacked me right in the eye. I swore I was blind for two days after that. I considered wearing an eye patch, but then I would have had to explain to people that I shot a load into my eye. Instead of the eye patch, I was better off putting cold compresses on it and avoiding frat boy porn in the future.
“Here.” Brandon handed me my T-shirt.
“Thanks.”
After my face was in decent shape, I looked at Brandon sprawled out on my bed. That was a picture I wanted burned into my memory forever. He had his arms behind his head—relaxed and utterly content. There was a soft smile spread across his face, but what I noticed most was that he just seemed… comfortable. I didn’t quite know what to say. “How was it for you? Thanks for the spooge facial; my skin feels so renewed.”
“You look like you just got caught stealing a kid’s candy and leaving rocks in the bag instead.” His smile grew large.
“Well, I did steal something. Didn’t I?”
Brandon’s eyebrows furrowed, and he titled his head. “What do you mean?”
I wasn’t sure how to go about this, so I went the only way I was comfortable with… direct. “I know you haven’t been with anyone since I’ve met you. I don’t know about your sexual past before that point, you never seemed comfortable talking about it. Have you ever gotten a blow job before? Did you try anything with a girl before we met? I sort of feel silly asking; you’re my best friend. It’s probably something I should know.”
Brandon covered his eyes with his hands, and then spread a couple of his fingers apart to look at me. “No.” He covered his eyes back up.
“Hey,” I said, reaching over and yanking his hands from his face. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I just thought maybe with that girl you went out with—Nicole?”
Brandon’s face turned beet red. “Umm, yeah. That didn’t go over so well.”
“Not that I’m thrilled it didn’t go well, but what happened? You seemed so smooth at the bar; I thought for sure you had it in the bag.” The thought of Brandon being with this chick made me want to go trap her in a basement and pull a Silence of the Lambs on her ass.
“I couldn’t because of you,” he said, lifting his knees to his chest and locking his hands around them. That gave me a clear view of his ass and half-mast cock, which in turn, made my very throbbing cock hurt.
“What do you mean me?”
“Every time she made a move on me, I kept thinking of you.”
It was my turn to blush furiously. Brandon continued. “I tried getting into it, testing myself to see if I could be interested in girls and maybe the thoughts of being gay were all in my head.”
“And?”
“The only way I was able to get a boner was when I closed my eyes and thought it was you stroking me, not her.”
Well, fuck me. “I would say that what happened with her pretty much solidified things for you?”
“You can say that.” He gave me a wry smile.
“I have an idea.
I’m going to shower, we can swing by your place for a change of clothes, and then let’s go out on a date.”
“A date?”
“Yeah, you know, when two people like each other and want to get to know what the other person’s like—”
“Ryan Keller, are you asking me out?” he said, adding a fake southern drawl for effect.
“Shut it, asshole. You should be so honored I’m gracing you with my presence.”
“Cocky son of a bitch.”
“Is that a yes tied around an insult?
“Yes, I would love to go out with you.”
My smile brightened, and I stood from the bed, my cock jutting out straight in front of me. I looked at Brandon, whose gaze was transfixed on my dick. I had to give him credit; he didn’t look away when I caught him staring.
“Umm, Ryan?”
“Yeah, Bran?”
“You… well… you. And I didn’t, uh—” He waved his hands around his cock and then at mine.
I walked over to where he lay on the bed and bent down to kiss him. I hovered over him. “You don’t have to return the favor. This wasn’t about tit for tat. I wanted to make you feel good and, to me, that’s satisfying enough. Not to mention a massive turn on. It made me feel fantastic knowing I was the one giving you that pleasure, that it was my mouth on you.”
“But what happens if I want to?”
I paused, taken aback. I didn’t mean to push Brandon too far since this was so new to him.
“You could always join me in the shower.” I put the bait out there and waited to see if he would take it.
“It would save us some time and conserve water,” he said, returning my kiss.
He got out of bed and took my hand in his. My heart leapt at this gesture, and I wanted to break out in a jig from pride. This was a huge step for Brandon to take the lead. The shy boy I once knew had all but disappeared. He took my hand and led me to my bathroom. He opened the shower door and turned on the knob to get the water going. I immediately felt the loss when he took his hand away. It was if his hand in mine was always meant to be. Oh God, I was starting to sound like such a pussy. Next thing I knew, I’d be reciting Shakespeare to Brandon while feeding him grapes. Fairest Brandon, wherefore art thou penis? Thou shall stroke it until thy milky white substance runneth.
“Ready?” Brandon broke the Shakespearean play I had crafted in my head and pulled me under the warm water stream.
“I’m typically not into watersports.” I chuckled. Oh shit, the post-intimacy word vomit was approaching.
“ ‘Watersports’?” Brandon quirked his eyebrow in the delicious way he did when he was curious.
“When people piss on each other for sexual pleasure. It’s called watersports.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Brandon’s jaw dropped. “Umm, okay. And what made you think of that?”
I watched the water rain down on Brandon’s head, his back, legs, and then swirl down the drain. Beads of water glistened over his skin. I wanted to lick them away. I admired the beginnings of a six-pack on his abdomen. Brandon had started working out more in the past year; I could see the difference in his body. Especially now, since I was up close and personal with it.
“Ryan?”
“Hmm?” I was lost admiring all things Brandon’s body. Especially his dick, which was returning to a full erection. I guess the recovery time for Brandon was less than zero.
“Ryan,” he said again, lifting my head to look at him.
“Sorry, but looking at you makes me lose myself.”
“How about I give you turn by turn directions to bring you back?” Using the hand he had on my chin, he drew it down my chest, across my stomach, and grabbed his desired mark. I gasped as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“If you wanted my attention, you have it completely,” I said, putting my hands on the shower wall to try to steady myself.
“Good, because I need you to show me exactly what you like.”
“Brandon, gah!” My hips jerked, and he ran his fingers over the head of my cock, which was extremely sensitive. “I told you that you don’t—” Before I could finish, his lips crashed down on mine. Brandon’s tongue darted out, seeking entrance. He stroked my cock faster, but I broke the kiss and grabbed his hand. “Wait.”
His hand broke free of mine and took a step back. He slumped and slammed his eyes shut. “Sorry. Am I doing it wrong? God, I’m such an idiot.”
“What?” I blurted. “Oh, fuck no.” I pulled Brandon back to me. “Open your eyes,” I said, no, pleaded. He obliged, but insecurity plagued his downcast eyes. “Brandon, I stopped you because it felt too good. I was almost ready to bust a nut and make an ass out of myself,” I added with a small chuckle.
His eyes lifted; a hesitant smile graced his lips. “Really?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m pretty sure I know when I’m about to blow a load.” The small smile then turned into a large brighter one. If I wasn’t mistaken, I detected a hint of cockiness there, too. “I also want to try something with you that will make us both feel good.”
I took his hand and brought it to my lips for a kiss. He hummed in appreciation, and that small noise made me feel like I could reach for the moon. I palmed his very strong erection in my free hand. His hum of approval turned into a dirty, sexy moan as I stroked his length. Moving closer to him, I took my cock and paired it with his in my hand, stroking them together in a slow rhythm.
“Fuuuck,” Brandon growled. He rested his forehead against mine.
“This is what I want. Holding us together is what feels right for me—for both of us.”
Brandon didn’t respond, but his eyes spoke volumes. His eyes were bright and filled with lust. His breathing became more labored, and he whimpered when I twisted my grip.
“Here,” I said, putting his other hand on top of the one I was using to jack us off. “I want you to take over, okay?” He nodded when I released my hand from under his. He initially followed the same pace that I had been using but increased the tempo, searching for more friction.
“God… feels… so… good,” he said between pants.
“That’s right, baby, keep stoking us together.” I kissed the side of his face until I got to his ear. I licked the shell and then said, “I love feeling your dick slide against mine. I can’t wait for you put it inside of me and fuck me until I can’t see straight.”
“Oh Jesus Christ, Ryan!”
He stroked even faster, making me lose my concentration. I had all intentions of walking him through this, but he was a natural. He had me bucking my hips toward him, fucking his big hand.
“I can’t hold it, I’m coming!” Brandon came hard and fast all over his hand and his cock. I looked down where we were joined and completely lost it when I saw his cum all over my dick. I roared out my release, gripping Brandon’s biceps so hard I’m sure I left marks. We both went still, coming down from the high and letting the water dance on our skin and wipe away the evidence of our pleasure.
“Brandon?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I just tie myself to you, and you can jerk me off at your convenience?”
He let out a deep, husky laugh. “Sure. But only if I can tie myself to you, in case you ever feel the need to give someone a blow job.”
“Not anyone. Just you, always you.” I pressed gentle kisses on his cheek and then his lips.
“So that’s it, then. We’re tied together.”
There were some momentous occasions in life that would be burned in my brain for as long as I lived. This day was one of those occasions. My feelings for Ryan were out in the open, and I’d told him about what fuck-ups my parents were. Reflecting on that, I wished I’d told him about my parents sooner. Hell, I wished I’d told him everything sooner, but I was too scared. Scared about what would happen if someone else knew about all the horrible things my dad did to me and anxious to come to terms with my feelings for Ryan. I should have known he’d be supportive, and I cursed myself for thinking otherwise.
There was the feeling of him touching me, having his mouth on me, and me getting us both off didn’t compare to anything I’d ever felt up to that point. Not even the jubilation I felt at my high school graduation when I knew I was finally leaving the trailer park. I couldn’t even compare it to the feeling of being accepted into one of the top medical programs in the country. Being with Ryan had its own kind of high, one that I could quickly become addicted to.
After finishing up in the shower, Ryan got ready to take me home. I desperately needed to get some schoolwork done as finals were quickly approaching. I was putting my shoes on when Ryan came up behind me and started kissing my neck.
“Mmm,” I hummed. “If you keep that up, we’ll never get out of here.”
“Maybe that’s my diabolical plan. I also rent out space in the basement of the complex so I can keep my sex slaves in there. I think you would make an excellent addition to my collection.” Ryan chuckled in my ear.
“That’s very disturbing and will never be talked about again.” I got up and headed toward the door.
“Well, damn. What am I going to do with Fernando, Ken, and PiPi in the basement?” He put his hands on his hips.
“ ‘PiPi’?” I raised my brows.
“Actually it’s pronounced PiePie.”
“You do know that you’re not ten anymore, right?”
He walked over toward me, took his car keys from the table by the door, gave me a chaste kiss on the lips, and put on his aviator glasses. “You love me,” he said, opening the door and walking into the hallway.
I froze at those words. You love me. Knowing Ryan, he probably didn’t realize what he’d said. Or if he did realize what he said, I was sure it was in jest. Those three words held so much meaning and promise for me when it came to my feelings for Ryan. I’ve wanted to be with him for so long, I couldn’t remember a time in my life when those feelings didn’t even exist. A reply sat on the tip of my tongue, but this wasn’t the time or the place to express my love for him. I let the words roll off my shoulders and kept quiet while we walked down to his car.
