Beginnings, Part VII

Knock knock knock KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Alright already!” I shouted, throwing open the door. Ryan stood nonchalantly on the other side, dressed in gym shorts, a sleeveless top that showed off his perfect biceps, some stupid baseball cap, and an arrogant smirk painted across his face. This time it wasn’t a dream, and Ryan really was there.

“What’s all the…?”

But I never finished the sentence. Without a word, he walked into my apartment, scooped me off the ground, and, locking his mouth over mine, carried me into my bedroom.

Thank God Mom isn’t home, I thought. It was the last coherent thought he grabbed my hardening dick through my jeans and my thoughts drowned beneath the pool of ecstasy. Ryan had my back against a wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, and his tongue dancing with mine. I was feeling every muscle on his body while he held me there. He leaned back, letting me hold myself up with my legs, and pulled his shirt off before going back in for another kiss. Michael’s face flashed somewhere in the back of my mind, but quickly disappeared. I couldn’t stop Ryan, even if I wanted to…and I was pretty sure I didn’t want to.

We made out for quite a while like that, me pressed against the wall, feeling his shirtless muscled body. But things couldn’t go anywhere in this position, and as soon as Ryan realized that, he grabbed me once again and carried me over to my bed. Without much care, he threw me down on the mattress and stood over me, that arrogant smirk seemingly a permanent fixture.

“Take off your shirt,” he told me. I followed his order. He reached down with his right hand and felt along my abs, his middle finger tracing up the cleft between my six pack. I tried to sit up but Ryan pushed me back down. His hand continued to trace my abs, then up to my chest, lightly pinching one nipple. He stood over me, his hard dick tenting from his athletic shorts. In one deft move, his left hand attacked the button on my pants and won; he pulled my jeans and underwear off, leaving me completely naked in front of him. Then, he climbed onto the bed, on all fours directly over my body, and leaned in to kiss me. I moved up to meet his lips, and he backed away just slightly. He smirked, teasing me. I moved my head up further, and he backed away with a light chuckle. At an obvious impasse, we remained motionless for a few seconds.

Seeing his perfect face, his perfect body, I couldn’t take it anymore. Swiftly I grabbed the back of his head, curling my fingers through his hair, and pulled his face onto mine. I could hear him give a muffled laugh as his body collapsed, laying over me. His hands were exploring every inch of my naked body and my hands, twisted in his hair, wouldn’t let him up for even a second. His hips ground against mine, his dick rubbing alongside mine, separated only by a strip of cloth. I let go of his hair and while he gasped for breath, I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down. He kicked them off and sat up, once again towering over me. He shifted forward, placing his cock right at my chin. I got the hint and began to suck him off. Just like in my dream before, he assumed the plank position and began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth while I lay there, sucking it with all I had. He started slow, pulling away so that I’d have to move my head up to get it, taunting and teasing me with it right in front of my face. Then he began to speed up, and soon was all-out face fucking me. I could see his eight pack tightening, flexing, from his position. I could barely breathe but my cock was rock hard. I wanted his cock in my mouth so badly; I never wanted this to stop. Eventually, he pulled his dick out and moved forward a few more inches so his balls dangled right over my mouth. I opened and he dropped them in. Gently, I sucked one at a time, enjoying his moans of pleasure, loving how his dick rested across my face. I was totally his and he knew it.

Finally, he rolled over to his side and slid down to face me once again. He put his arms around me and pulled me close him, kissing me deeply.

“You taste like my precum.” I explored his mouth with my tongue more fervently in reply.

Once again, Ryan climbed on top of me, and began to kiss my neck. Drawing his tongue in one long line, he moved down to my right nipple and lightly flicked across it. My whole body tensed and my back arched as he went at it with more ferocity. Then, he continued down my body, down my abs, to my crotch. He licked my cock and, staring at me, our eyes connected, swallowed it. Once again my back arched as waves of pleasure erupted from down there. His tongue pressed hard up against the bottom of my dick as he slid up and down it; I was in heaven. With one hand, he held himself stable, and with the other he explored my legs, my balls, and my ass. My dick was soaked from his saliva. Every time he pulled away a trail came off. I loved it; I moaned and gasped, lost in the moment. I was oblivious to everything, enraptured, until…

“I want you to fuck me.”

I paused and looked at him. Was he joking? Did he just ask that?

“I, you, wait, …what?”

He smiled and pushed himself back up, still on top of me, now at eye level.

“I want you inside of me.”

And with that, he did two things at once: he kissed me again, and he slid down onto my dick like a pro. Then his kiss stopped, and I looked at his red face, contorted in pain.

“That hurts a lot more than I thought it would.”

It should have been funny, but it was too good to be. My dick felt so warm buried deep inside of him.

“It gets better. Just hold on.”

For a few minutes we just sat there, then I slowly began to rock my hips. I watched his face and as discomfort was replaced by pleasure, I began to fuck him faster, harder. Soon, he was moaning, and I was drilling into him as hard as I could. He was meeting me at every thrust, his thighs flexing as he bobbed up and down on my dick. He was still in control, and I wanted to change that. Without pulling out, I shoved him over and rolled on top of him. I fucked him furiously. His eyes were closed, he was gasping; he loved it.

“Jake, oh, Jake!” He moaned and arched his back. “Fuck me!”

So I did. I fucked him without mercy. He was twice my size, I had him completely in my power. He opened his eyes and stared straight up at me, and looking at him like that I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a final thrust I started to shoot into him, filling his body with my semen like he’d done to me so many times. He gasped, feeling it inside him, and his body tensed as he came without touching himself. He shot over and over, soaking his abs and chest. When we were done, we just stayed there, me growing soft inside him. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply.
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After wiping ourselves off, we lay exhausted, spent, and naked in my bed. Ryan didn’t say anything, and neither did I. We just lay there in silence. After some time had passed, he reached down and pulled a packet of cigarettes from his discarded shorts. He pulled one out and lit it.

“You can’t smoke him here, Ryan!”

He snorted, his arrogant smirk back in its rightful place.
“What, afraid it’ll cover up the smell of dirty laundry and alcohol?”
I paused. He had a point. I watched him take a deep draw and breathe it out.

“You shouldn’t be smoking anyway,” I cautioned him. “How can you play football and smoke? You’ll run out of breath in a play, you’ll fall behind, you’ll…”

“I don’t play football anymore.”

“You… what?”

“I was kicked off the team. Coach said I wasn’t good enough, that I didn’t have what it takes to go any further or some shit. I wouldn’t let him fuck me, so he kicked me off. Fucker.”