Beginnings, Part IV

His mouth still on mine, I feverishly reached up between us and started to unbutton his shirt. I couldn’t get my fingers to wrap around the buttons with our bodies pressed so tightly. I pulled back a little and he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in immediately.

“Wait a second,” I tried to say, but it came out an incoherent mumble.

Ryan broke our kiss and saw what I was trying to do.

“Fuck Mitchell,” he gasped, “just rip it off.”

I looked at him for a moment confused. Quickly, Ryan leaned forward and kissed me deeply again. At the same time, he pulled his hands from my pants, grabbed his shirt, and ripped down the center. The buttons popped apart instantly. I watched his body, practically a walking muscle, as he threw the shirt to the ground. Quickly he reached his arms around me and pulled me in an embrace.

My foot was caught at an odd angle, our bodies twisted uncomfortable.

“Ryan,” I said, pained to break this for even a second, “this isn’t working…”

“You’re right.”

He threw open his door and physically pulled me out, carrying me to the back. I could see every muscle in his gorgeous body flexing while he did this. Still holding me, he lowered the door to his truck bed and sat me down on it. He grabbed my jeans and, with one quick jerk, pulled them off me. I sat there, naked, my dick pointing straight to the stars. Ryan looked down at it and smiled.

With one arm, Ryan pushed me down so I lay across the truck bed. With the other, he removed his jeans and slid them off as he climbed in on top of me. I felt the weight of his strong body over me as he kissed my chest, my abs, and then licked the head of my dick. I looked down and our eyes made contact. At that moment, Ryan pulled my dick into his mouth and began to suck me off. With one hand he explored my chest and abs, with the other he played with my balls. I squirmed under him involuntarily, so intense were the sensations across my body.

After a few minutes, Ryan stopped sucking on my dick. He placed his tongue at the base, right above my pubes, and licked upwards, across my abs, across my chest, and up my neck in one solid motion. He stopped, his mouth right at my ear, his body laying across mine.

“I wanna fuck you.”

In reply, a gasp escaped my lips.

Immediately, Ryan flipped my body over. He began to kiss the back of my neck, blowing softly across it. A chill ran through my body. I could feel his big, meaty dick sandwiched and rubbing between my ass cheeks. He slowly worked his way across my upper back, then slid down. His dick slid out from the crack of my ass. I had a moment to wish it would return before I felt Ryan’s tongue act as a replacement. Ryan licked my crack, then opened me with his hands and began to lick all around my asshole. I writhed in pleasure, gasping and trying to hold back my moans; Ryan responded with a light chuckle from seeing my body move like this. He slid his tongue inside my asshole and then pulled it out. A moan escaped my lips—I couldn’t help it this time. With that, Ryan began to tongue fuck me, first slowly then gathering speed. I could feel my ass getting wet as he slid his tongue all around it.

Suddenly, Ryan stopped, and I felt his breath against the back of my neck again.

Ryan spit on his hand, wiped it across his dick, and slid inside of me. The pain without lube was much greater than I imagined. He pushed all the way inside and held it there while I adjusted. After a minute or two, Ryan began to slide out and pushed his dick back in. Every muscle in my body tensed simultaneously, then released. He did it again. Then again. Within a few minutes, Ryan thrust his hips over and over, his body lying right on top of mine, his lips caressing my neck.

“God you’re so tight, Jake. I fucking love it.”

“Fuck me, Ryan. Fuck me hard.”

Ryan let loose, the entirety of his body weight thrown into me over and over. I moaned loudly, no longer able to hold back. His dick felt incredible inside of me; his body so masculine and strong. I loved being fucked by this muscle-bound beauty.

Ryan grabbed my hips and pulled us backwards, putting us in doggy position. He plowed my ass as hard as he could, his hands holding my shoulders to brace himself. After a minute, he grabbed the back of my hair and used it to pull me up, his other hand coming to rest on my hips. Our bodies became perfectly aligned, sitting up on our knees, his mouth to my ear.

“You love this cock, don’t you Jake?”

“Yeah, I love it. Don’t stop fucking me, you asshole.”

Ryan laughed, let go, and grasped my hips. With all his strength he pounded into me. I writhed and moaned; it felt incredible. His breathing became more shallow and frequent; I knew he was about to cum.

“Cum inside of me, Ryan. I want to feel it.”

As if I had spoken the magic words, Ryan thrust in one last time and I felt hot cum fill me. He moaned, grinding into me as hard as he could, milking every last drop from his dick. When he had finished, he withdrew and collapsed beside me, panting.

I laid beside Ryan, both of us exhausted and breathing heavily. Sweat covered both our bodies and a cool breeze sent a chill through me. We lay, no words spoken.

“Why do you hide it?” I asked, breaking the silence.
Ryan stared up into nothingness for a moment without replying.
“I ain’t hiding nothing. There’s nothing to hide.”

I sighed and kept quiet. An awkward moment passed between us.
“Look, shit with me and Jordans is simple. I gotta get outta this town. I can’t afford college, and I aint smart enough to get in besides. I ain’t even that good at football, but with a few favors, I stay on top. And that means scholarships. We all do what we gotta, you know?”

“And with me?”

Ryan didn’t say a word. I looked at him; his face looked different somehow—vulnerable and almost sad. A wave of pity washed over me. Trapped by his talents; trapped by society. He could never be himself with the life he was creating. We lapsed back into silence for a long while.

“Come on Mitchell,” Ryan said, abruptly getting up. “Let’s get home.”