Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[Brian S]

Patrick strolled into work late, having just gotten done with his court date. He looked confident; happy.

"Dude, how'd it go?" Ryan asked, eager to hear.

"A tiny fine, which I already paid!" Patrick said, smiling.

"Oh fuck, that's awesome!" Ryan said, hugging his friend.

"Yup! No jail time, no registry, no community service or probation."

"Damn, that's great. What happened? How did it go down?" Ryan asked.

"Well, the judge just looked at the facts; it was late, dark, I was just naked and not doing anything lewd, and that I had reacted to my mailbox getting hit. And the fact that I live in a somewhat private location. I wasn't drunk or disorderly. So...he just didn't see a reason to push for a harsher sentence." Patrick shrugged.

"That's so fucking great, man!"

"Plus..." Patrick grinned, "I uh, I fucked the judge not that long ago." He finished, laughing.

"WHAT?!?" Ryan asked, dumbfounded.

"I didn't know he was a judge. We met on grindr, and I fucked him. His name's Ryan too, actually."

"Jesus, only you. Your dick gets you into trouble, then it gets you outta trouble." Ryan chuckled.

"Hey, that's how I roll." Patrick said coyly.

"Well maybe you'll think twice about running around outside naked from now on?" Ryan teased.

"Pfft! You're one to talk." Patrick teased back, which made Ryan laugh.

At the end of the workday, after hours with the doors locked, the two men decided to celebrate. Standing, facing one another, in the shop, Ryan unbuttoned Patrick's work pants. He slid the zipper down over Patrick's bulge, and worked his hand in to massage it through his green boxerbriefs. "I feel like this should be all about you." Ryan chuckled. "Like, a celebration of this thing not getting you into trouble." He added, feeling Patrick's growing outline through his underwear.

"So does that mean you're gonna blow me, fuck me, or both?" Patrick said, teasing but not teasing.

"Ha! You wish."

"I DO wish." Patrick said, as Ryan slid his pants down. His hand returned to Patrick's bulge momentarily, just before he pushed Patrick's underwear down his legs as well.

Groping Patrick's growing, thick cock, Ryan said, "I think it's cute that you think I could take this up my butt."

"I didn't say that. I asked if you were going to fuck me." Patrick said, sly as can be. Ryan didn't know how to respond to that, but his dick did. He felt it swell in his briefs at the thought. His stammering and non-answers indicated to Patrick that he was close to busting wide open and allowing his gay side to breathe. Patrick also knew that Ryan had a huge dildo, so yes, he certainly COULD take his cock anyway. But Patrick wanted to bottom for Ryan; a feeling he hadn't had about a man in some time.

Patrick knew deep down that if Ryan would only put his mouth around his thick cock, that he would love it. He could tell. He could see the beast growing inside Ryan, but he wouldn't force it. Unlike with any man he ever encountered, Patrick was patient with Ryan. He'd waited about seven years to do anything with him in the first place, what was another couple weeks? Maybe not even that long, Patrick figured, as he watched Ryan's lustful face while he stroked Patrick's cock.

Patrick undid Ryan's pants while getting his cock stroked. He plunged his hand inside, groping Ryan's hard cock through his white briefs. That lasted a few seconds only, before Patrick pulled Ryan's pants and underwear down at the same time. The two stood, groping each other, and then began kissing. As the motions of their lips and tongues grew more intense, they momentarily stopped jacking one another and just enjoyed the kisses. Ryan's hands found Patrick's ass cheeks, and he gave them both a hearty squeeze.

As their hard cocks pressed together between their bodies, Patrick unbuttoned Ryan's work shirt, feeling Ryan's hairy, manly chest once the shirt was opened. He kissed that chest, suckling lightly on each of Ryan's nipples, and worked his way down Ryan's body with his mouth. Ryan's gasp came involuntarily as Patrick swallowed his cock whole. He always gasped when that happened.

Gripping Ryan's hips, Patrick urged him to thrust. Patrick loved when Ryan fucked his face; he loved bringing Ryan that pleasure. Plus, it couldn't hurt to get him thinking about thrusting. Ryan did begin to push and pull, slowly at first, but finally increasing his speed. He did love fucking Patrick's mouth. He loved that Patrick could take all he could dish out. He loved the feeling of Patrick's manly yet soft lips around his cock, sliding up and down, up and down. He could feel Patrick's big hands cupping his ass cheeks as he thrust. He could hear Patrick's moans, muffled and vibrating against his cock.

Ryan picked up speed again, getting more intense. He could feel himself losing control to it again, getting completely lost in his own enjoyment. He fucked with all his might, all his speed, all his intensity. His balls slapped against Patrick's stubbled chin, and Patrick hunkered down, bracing himself against Ryan's powerful thrusting.

"Fuck, I love fucking your face." Ryan heard himself say, in a deep, guttural tone. The content of the admission didn't surprise him; the fact that he blurted it out so easily did surprise him. It was true. He did love fucking Patrick's face. Ryan had never, in 31 years, fucked anything as hard as he fucked Patrick's mouth. He also had never, in 31 years, felt something so pleasurable.

He continued to thrust, holding Patrick's head still with firm hands, his cock slamming into Patrick's warm, wet mouth. Ryan felt a tingling in his balls, a tingling that soon made its way to the base of his cock. "Gonna fuckin' nut!" Ryan exclaimed loudly. Patrick moaned an affirmation, which again vibrated on Ryan's cock and sent him over the edge.

"Gaaaahhhhhh!!!" Ryan growled, pushing his cock deep into Patrick's face. He held it there, balls to Patrick's chin, as he shot. Patrick swallowed his friend's warm, thick load, turned the fuck on by seeing this side of Ryan again. By seeing it grow even stronger.

Ryan began to thrust again, but only at a fraction of the speed and intensity. His legs shuddered, as the muscles he didn't even know he was tensing, relaxed. He felt the shudder from his feet to his ass, as his cock throbbed cum repeatedly into Patrick's mouth. All at once, Ryan pulled out, the last couple of shots hitting Patrick in the face. Holding his aching, throbbing cock at the base, Ryan thumped it against Patrick's lips a couple of times before plunging it back into his mouth. That was short-lived, as his body shuddered again, his sensitive cock trembling. He felt a tensing in his balls relax, and soon he was done. Patrick sat back on his knees.

"Jeeeeesus." Patrick moaned happily. His hard cock stuck in the air from his slouched, yet knelt position. Patrick's balls were mere inches from the dirty garage floor. Ryan panted, his chest heaving, as he put his hand on the desk for support. His cock was incredibly hard, reddened, glistening. Still feeling the lust and sex coursing through his body, he helped Patrick off the floor. Spitting in his hand, he grabbed Patrick's throbbing cock as he kissed Patrick's mouth. Ryan could not only sense the flavor of his cum lingering on Patrick's breath, he also tasted an actual part of his load from Patrick's lips. It didn't deter him in the slightest. He shoved his tongue forcefully into Patrick's mouth, holding Patrick's ass with his right hand while jacking Patrick's cock with his left.

Ryan yanked on Patrick's cock like he was trying to pull it clean off him, and it didn't take him long at all to make Patrick cum. In fact, Patrick himself was shocked at how quickly he came. At how quickly Ryan made him cum. "Fuck, dude! Fuck!" Patrick moaned, hardly able to get the statement out before he shot. The cum flew out of his cock with a heightened intensity, only to be stopped short by Ryan's stomach and pubic hair. It splashed onto Ryan's body, his still-hard cock. Patrick was lost in a bit of a whirlwind as he moaned, and before he could realize it, he was spent.

The two men separated only to catch their breath. Both panted, both hairy chests heaving. Both cocks hard as a rock. Patrick watched a few droplets of his own cum drip off Ryan's boner to splat on the dirty concrete below.

 

[Brian S]

Earlier today with Patrick was...well, real damn good. I've never felt such an urge. Never felt this...I dunno what you'd call it...this thing inside me. I didn't even know it existed. Sex Monster sounds goofy as hell, but...goddamn, that's also pretty damn accurate. Who is that guy? Shit, I don't even know anymore. Apparently he's the guy that says 'Gonna fuckin' nut', and apparently he's the guy that couldn't fuck a man's mouth hard enough. Apparently he's also the guy entertaining the thought of fucking a man.

Did Patrick mean that? Was he serious? Yeah. Yeah, he had to be. Patrick don't mince words when it comes to sex. He says what he means, that's how he gets what he wants. But would I fuck him? Look, I don't know that I...that's a whole...you know...thing, that I...that's not something I think can...I mean...

Goddamn it. Be real with yourself. Be honest.

Yes. The answer's yes. I would fuck Patrick. I don't know where the fuck this came from, how it grew to this. I'm lost about my sexuality, and I have no fucking idea what's up and what's down anymore, but I would fuck Patrick. I don't know. I don't know what this is. Am I just that fucking lonely? Ain't fucked anyone in so long. Sure ain't counting Violet in that, since it never really happened. Patrick's mouth is the only thing I've managed to fuck in over a year. And I can't lie, it's nice. It's real nice. Do I think I wanna fuck him just because I like fucking his mouth? No. I don't think so. I did for a hot minute...thought I was just confusing myself. But...no...I wanna fuck him. In his ass. Hard. He wants me to do it too. Why hold off? Why wait?

Well for one, I ain't got the foggiest idea of how to do it. Course, up until just a few hours ago, I didn't know that was an option. Figured he only fucked guys, didn't get fucked by them. He'd be patient. He'd show me how to do it. He's shown me so much already. He'd be a great teacher, and maybe I could get this outta my system and move on. Or, maybe not...maybe this is how I am now.

 

[greenery]

Every single installment gets me hard as a rock. Tnx Brian!

 

[Brian S]

New Year's Eve

11:06 PM
Jackson moved through the house party, pushing his way through drunken, annoying sorority girls, and even drunker fratboys. More than one had their shirt off; jumping around, posturing, hoping to impress some girl with their pecs and biceps. Jackson couldn't help but think of them like birds of paradise, putting on an elaborate courtship display. It annoyed him, but he also admitted that it worked on him. He could hardly fault any of the girls that would end up putting out for those boys.

The place was small and loud, "Kicks" by Barns Courtney blared from a speaker somewhere. Thinking he was ducking into a bathroom, Jackson pushed his way through a door that wasn't quite shut. "Shit, sorry, man." Jackson said, upon seeing he'd walked into a bedroom. The sole occupant was a cute boy he'd seen around a few times, pulling his pants off. He was already shirtless, and as his jeans came down off his feet, Jackson took in the sight of the boy's underwear. They were white boxerbriefs, and while Jackson didn't know what brand they were, they were obviously cheap. Well-worn, and broken in, the legs were loose and the ass was a bit saggy. Once the boy turned, Jackson could see the tantalizing jiggle of the boy's bulge.

"S'fine, man." the boy said, slightly wobbly. Jackson couldn't quite place the face, but knew he'd seen him on campus multiple times. The mystery boy sure seemed to recognize Jackson, though. He began to drop his boxerbriefs, and when Jackson moved to give him privacy, he slurred, "Thought you were gay."

"Oh uh...I am."

"Then why are ya leavin'?" The boy asked, sliding his underwear past his balls, after which they fell on their own. He stepped out of them, a thick, short cock jiggling in front of his balls. The boy was almost smooth up top, but waist down was hairy. His ass wasn't so much, but he had dark pubic hair that looked only barely trimmed, and his legs were covered in dark - almost black - hair. He flopped his cock once with his hand and proceeded to lie down. Jackson gulped.

The fratboy laid on his bed nude for a few moments before saying, "Well, we doing this or what?"

"Doing...what?" Jackson asked.

"You suckin' my dick or what? Come on, man." he said, as though they'd been discussing it for some time.

Jackson didn't need to be asked twice. He climbed on the bed between the boy's hairy legs, leaning over to suckle on the boy's short, fat cock. The guy got hard fast; faster than Jackson would have guessed. He reckoned the guy's cock was bigger around than it was long - a fat, solid, spitfire of a cock. He wasn't winning any awards with his size, but it looked like an aggressive cock, as if it had its own personality.

As Jackson sucked it, the boy moaned with his eyes closed. He never touched Jackson; didn't push on his head or lay a hand on his shoulder. He just laid back and enjoyed himself, probably fantasizing about someone else, Jackson assumed. He wasn't wrong.

The blowjob lasted a decent amount of time; he didn't cum quickly, but it wasn't lengthy by any means either. With a few grunts for a warning, the boy began to cum in Jackson's mouth. Jackson swallowed the thick frat cum down his throat, eager to do so but also eager to get back to the party. It wasn't the first straight, or "straight" boy he'd ever sucked, and each one was delightful in their own way. However, he'd also grown accustomed to knowing when it was time to take his leave. As soon as the boy was done cumming, Jackson sat up, then stood.

"Thanks, man." the boy moaned, deliriously, from afterglow and booze.

"Sure thing." Jackson said. He simply left, leaving the boy on his bed naked. Almost as soon as he returned to the party, he was accosted by his good friend Mikayla.

"THERE you are. I've been looking all over for you. And, um...what are you doing coming out of Ian Brock's bedroom?" she asked, eager to hear the details.

Oh, yeah. Ian Brock. That's who that was. Football player, kinda douchey...supposedly having sex with that one trig instructor...Mrs. Arthur or something like that, in exchange for a good grade. Supposedly.

11:21 PM
Camden knocked on Room 8 at the seedy motel, holding a large sausage pizza. New Year's Eve had been crazy for pizza deliveries, and he was eager to be done at midnight. Soon, a fairly short, blonde man opened the door. He had a somewhat hairy torso, looked a little rough, and was wearing nothing but a pair of purple Hanes briefs. Camden's eyes immediately caught the bulge, and the man noticed.

"Thank God, I'm starving." the guy said.

Camden chuckled. "One large sausage for...Cole?" he said, confirming the order, feeling like he was delivering porn lines.

"That's me!" Cole said, inviting Camden into his motel room. Camden couldn't help but look at Cole's ass, shrouded in purple cotton, as he dug through his wallet. As he turned, he could sense something in Camden. Might have been the slightly speechless, slack-jawed way the pizza boy looked at his underwear that gave it away.

"Busy night?" Cole asked.

"Yeah. It's been crazy. You not out partying?" Camden asked, saying the first thing that came to his mind.

"Nah. Just layin' low here all night. How late you gotta work?"

"Just til midnight." Camden replied.

"Sheesh. Gotta miss the countdown and everything, huh?"

"Yeah, but...I don't mind." Camden said.

"Well, what are you doing after? I can't eat all this pizza myself." Cole said, floating an idea.

"Uh...I dunno. Nothing, I guess."

"Well I'll be up for a while, man, if you wanna stop by."

"I might do that." Camden said, knowing what Cole meant by all that. He couldn't believe Cole was being so forward, but he didn't know Cole had a fairly finely-tuned gaydar. Well, again, it's not like Camden hid his wandering eyes and slightly lustful looks.

11:59 PM
Sitting nude in his recliner, Ryan watched the ball drop on TV and raised his beer to no one. Taking a swig, he scratched at his pubes with his other hand. He was perfectly content staying in for New Year's Eve; it was amateur night as far as he was concerned. He didn't much care for the maddening crowds at the bar.

Just after midnight, the text notification on his phone sounded. Picking it up, he saw Patrick had sent him a photo of his hard cock, with a caption that read, "Happy New Year, you hot fuck." Ryan chuckled, and immediately tugged at his soft dick. Once he got hard, he returned Patrick's texts with a hard dick pic of his own, saying, "Back at ya!"

Ryan had assumed Patrick was probably out drinking or getting laid for New Year's. After getting that photo and text, he realized Patrick hadn't gone out, and wasn't with anyone. He figured he should have hung out with him, but it was too late now. It was already after midnight, and while he wasn't trashed, he certainly had enough beers that he couldn't drive anywhere. As Ryan studied Patrick's cock photo, Ryan made a silent pact with himself; a New Year's resolution of sorts. He decided to be more receptive to the feelings and desires he'd been having. He wanted to go with his gut, rather than think every tiny detail through, because he felt like over-analyzing himself had been holding him back. He wasn't wrong.

 

[Brian S]

January 1st, 2019

12:16 AM
Staring at Ryan's dick pic, Patrick was jacking his furiously. He could feel he was getting close. His balls were tensing, his cock twitching as it dribbled precum. Patrick was never one for New Year's resolutions, because his motto was to live life how you want all the time. However, he did make a slight vow to himself...

Damn it, I gotta get with Ryan...he's come so far...it won't be long I'm sure...but maybe I should step it up just a little. Ain't trying to coerce him into shit, but...I could be more blunt...more obvious. Been a long time since I wanted to be the bottom...Ryan's the only man I know that I want to top me. A month, should I say? I need to get his cock in my ass by the end of January? Sounds good to me...sounds perfect...sounds hot. I can tell he wants to...the way he's been unleashing when he fucks my face...his interest in groping my ass definitely escalating lately...yeah...make it happen, Patrick.

With a loud grunt, Patrick shot his load onto himself, coating his torso with his own cum.


12:48 AM
With Cole's help, Camden stripped down to his red briefs. The two were kissing urgently, aggressively. Camden groped Cole's sizable ball bulge through his purple Hanes briefs, before they pushed their hard packages together while making out. It had all happened so fast; no sense in beating around the bush. Before too long, Cole was kissing Camden's body, on his way downward to Camden's bulge. Some bulge munching and licking preceded an urgent underwear shucking, and Camden's hardon sprang out, wobbling itself to a rest. Not for long, though. Cole began sucking it, and Camden sighed heavily when the warm lips wrapped around his cock. Cole was good, urgent, rough around the edges just enough to make it hot, but not dipping into trailer trash territory. Cole slurped and sucked and licked and kissed Camden's cock and balls, and soon stood up to kiss the boy again.

It was then Camden's turn. He kissed down Cole's compact, slightly hairy body, also munching on his briefs momentarily before pulling them down. It surprised Camden that Cole's bulge had been mostly ballsack, but he didn't care. He never cared. His thoughts on the matter echoed Patrick's - if he's into a guy, he's into a guy, regardless of dick size. Plus, it was a hot little dick, hard as hell, aggressive. He swallowed it whole, causing Cole to moan. As Cole began to thrust instinctively, his balls swung into Camden's chin repeatedly.

1:55 AM
"Fuuuuck." Brighton moaned, tossing his keys onto the table.

"Shitty night?" Parker asked, sitting on the couch in blue boxerbriefs.

"So shitty. But I fuckin' made bank in tips." Brighton said, pulling a large wad of cash from his pocket.

"That's my baby." Parker said, somewhat ironically. Neither of them knew how those terms of endearment were about to become so commonplace. Parker stood up as Brighton whipped his shirt off. "Do you want me to make you feel better?" Parker asked, seductively unbuttoning Brighton's pants.

"I don't know, man...I'm so worn out..." Brighton said.

"Don't be worn out." Parker pouted. He took a few steps back and dropped his underwear, stepping out of them. His cock was half hard already.

Brighton grinned as Parker stepped back to him and put his hand slowly down his open pants. The two kissed briefly, and both their cocks swelled. "Okay. But I have to shower first." Brighton said.

"You get naked, I'll start the shower." Parker said, kissing Brighton's lips sweetly. Brighton smiled the most earnest smile he had in a long time.

2:08 AM
Krieg stepped out of his shower, his feet and legs aching. As he dried off, he realized that even though it was after 2 AM and he was physically exhausted, he wasn't exactly tired. He normally had some downtime to watch TV or jack off. He'd smoke some weed and relax. He hadn't done any of those things yet, and was feeling behind.

Once dry, Krieg sauntered downstairs naked to find his cigarettes. As he walked through his darkened living room, he saw into Ryan's house through a window. He caught just a bit of Ryan's body, but mostly could see that the living room light was on, as was the TV. He considered heading over to see what was up, and maybe relax a bit.

 

[Brian S]

2:09 AM
Brighton and Parker kissed in the shower, their wet, naked bodies pressed together, their hard cocks rubbing against one another. The kisses weren't aggressive, but were lustful, meaningful. Parker ran his hands lightly over Brighton's wet ass cheeks. More kissing ensued before Parker pulled back a bit and stared at his friend. "Hey. I love you." he said, grinning.

"I love you too, man." Brighton replied, also grinning. Their lips met once more, slightly more aggressive, but still deep and meaningful. Their tongues slid against each other, alternating between Parker's mouth and Brighton's mouth. They both pushed forward with their hips, mashing their solid cocks together even more. Parker's groping of Brighton's ass became a bit more intense. Neither of them were showering as much as they were just making out under the warm water.

Finally, Brighton pulled back and looked at his best friend. He saw so much in Parker's eyes - the trust, the love, the lust. Nothing had ever made either of them so happy. Brighton's right hand was lightly palming Parker's cheek. He traced Parker's lips with his thumb, before lightly biting his own bottom lip. "I want you to fuck me tonight." Brighton said, never more sure of something in his life.

2:11 AM
Camden took his pants off, followed by his red briefs. Now nude, he collapsed onto his bed. He'd wanted to get laid, hoped that Cole might fuck him...or at least let Camden top. Neither happened. After they got each other off with blowjobs, Cole got weepy. Camden didn't know exactly how to handle it, but he stayed to listen nonetheless.

Cole had confided a lot in Camden, Camden not knowing the significance of it all. You see, Cole admitted that he and his wife were temporarily separated, and that things had gone south when they found out she was pregnant. Camden didn't really understand how or why that would have happened; if they were a married couple, why would things go so sour over a pregnancy? He didn't know all the little details that fleshed out the rest of the story, and Cole didn't exactly tell him either. It wasn't how Camden was expecting his night to go, even though he did enjoy the mutual blowjobs.

2:15 AM
Nude, Krieg opened his front door to a barely-dressed Ryan.

"Jeez, man, you're still up?" Krieg asked.

"Yeah. Living it up. Fell asleep in my chair for a couple hours. Crazy New Year's Eve!" Ryan laughed.

"Well come in, make yourself at home, man." Krieg said, ushering Ryan in.

"Thanks, man. How was work?" Ryan asked, pulling his shirt off.

"Fucking insane. But the tips were amazing." he chuckled. "You want a beer?"

"Always." Ryan chuckled, dropping his shorts to reveal that he had no underwear on beneath them. Krieg took a bold, extended look at Ryan's cock before heading to the kitchen for a beer.

The two settled on Krieg's couch, cracking open their beers. Ryan explained his uneventful night, while Krieg gave Ryan a bit of a rundown of his insane night.

"Well, cheers to the New Year." Krieg said, holding his can up.

"And new beginnings." Ryan added, tapping his can against Krieg's. He felt a bit cheesy saying that, and Krieg wasn't quite sure what Ryan meant.

"Starting a new job or something?" Krieg asked, just to open up the topic more.

"Nah. Just a lotta stuff I...wanna do. A bucket list, I guess..." Ryan responded.

"I see." Krieg replied. He had a bucket list of his own.

 

[Brian S]

"Sooo...how's the shop? How's your coworker?" Krieg asked, sipping his beer.

"Good, it's good. Patrick's...well, Patrick's good." Ryan responded. Krieg couldn't help but notice the slight turn up of Ryan's lips, forming a coy smile.

"Cool." Krieg said, wanting to keep talking, wanting to stay longer. He was trying to keep Ryan up. It was one thing for him to be up that late; he worked in a bar. Ryan was usually long in bed by 2:30 in the morning. He also wondered what that coy smile was about. His view on Patrick hadn't been a good one, but Krieg had to admit that he was over-reacting. He couldn't exactly blame Patrick for having sex with Lance. It had just shocked him so, and he wound up with a negative impression of the man. Krieg still didn't think he necessarily needed to be best buds with Patrick, but there was certainly no reason to despise him. Unless...that coy smile meant something. Did it mean that Patrick and Ryan were hooking up? Krieg felt a bit of jealousy creep in, but he buried it.

The two talked some more, Krieg being distracted by Ryan's hairy chest...his hairy legs...his dick. When Krieg got up to fetch new beers, Ryan watched Krieg's ass as he rose from the couch. He was still slightly bent as he began to take his first steps toward the kitchen, and Ryan could see Krieg's balls from between his thighs. On the way back of course, Krieg's large, uncut cock flopped, teasing Ryan. He admired how it swung from side to side, reminding him of Michael Fassbender's dick in Shame. He'd never seen the movie, but he sure had come across the GIFs online.

Does he want me as much as I want him? Ryan wondered as he took the new beer from Krieg and smiled. I just...I like him so much...I DO wanna do stuff with him. I wanna touch his cock. I wanna try sucking it. I wanna know what it feels like growing in my hand. But...I'd rather have this; what we're doing...than fuck it up by trying something else. Fuck, he's so charming. Such an adorable face, yet...not too boyish. And nothing boyish about that cock. Does he know how hot he is? Of course he does.

Krieg let his eyes dart down to Ryan's lap. He had one leg off the couch, foot flat on the floor. The other leg, the one closest to Krieg, was drawn up onto the couch, displaying Ryan's cock and balls. Feel like I'm gettin' the sweats here...kinda surprised I'm not getting hard yet. Of all the men in all the world...why Ryan? On paper, he's not the hottest, not the fittest, doesn't have a big dick...and none of that matters to me...a few months ago it REALLY didn't matter to me. But I guess it's the whole package? He's cute...I like his body, I like it the way it is...certainly not fat by any means, but there's no six pack either. I like his hairy chest...I like his dick. Really like that ass. And he's just so goddamn sweet. Hardly a fuckin' selfish bone in his body. And Jesus Christ, the way he smells? His soap is manly but he also never quite seems to shake the auto body scent...it's faint. Just a little. Just enough to remind me he's a mechanic, and apparently I find that attractive now.

"Smoke?" Ryan asked, snapping Krieg out of his daydream.

"Yeah!" Krieg replied, a bit too enthusiastically.

Both men glanced over at each other's cocks as they rose from the couch simultaneously. They were heading upstairs to Krieg's second-floor bathroom. He didn't have a vent in his, but he could shut the door and open the window, minimizing the smoke permeating the rest of the house.

Ryan went upstairs ahead of Krieg, and Krieg could unabashedly, unashamedly look at Ryan's plump, hairy ass. Krieg felt his cock twitch with interest, as he watched Ryan's perfectly thick, hairy thighs push the rest of his body up the stairs. Once in the bathroom, they both lit up and Ryan had to piss anyway. Krieg stood behind him, only a few short feet away, due to the size of the bathroom and the window placement. He continued his unfettered gawking of Ryan's ass. Somehow, everything was turning him on; knowing that Ryan was touching his own dick, the manly splashes of his piss hitting the toilet water, the broad expanse of Ryan's back. Krieg's cock twitched some more as Ryan shook off; Krieg unable to see the dick of course, but able to see Ryan's arm movements. He was still staring at Ryan's ass when Ryan flushed and turned around, now putting his cock into Krieg's line of sight. Krieg continued to stare juuuuust long enough to pique Ryan's interest. Krieg smiled, shook his head a bit as if to clear it, and looked up at Ryan's face.

"So did you get to watch Westworld yet?" Krieg asked.

 

[Brian S]

Brighton slid onto the bed face first, his bare chest lightly sliding across the sheets. He braced himself up on his forearms and knees, the right side of his face pressed into the pillow. His breathing was deep and calm, and his mind full of expectancy. At once, he felt Parker's lips on his ass cheek; kissing sensually. Parker liked starting out like that; he was blown away that he even had a preference for how he liked to begin eating Brighton's ass, but he did. He liked to feel the blonde peach fuzz on his lips, the taut ass but the soft skin. He left a few trails of saliva before moving to the other ass cheek. His cock was throbbing hard from tasting his best friend's ass.

Parker couldn't begin to put a number on how many times he'd seen Brighton's ass in the past few years. Most of it was football related: practice, games, showers. Some of the times were from being young and drunk. As he started to drag his tongue seductively down Brighton's crack, towards his hole, Parker suddenly was inundated with flashbacks and memories.

The way Brighton proudly wore a jockstrap instead of boxerjocks like most of the other guys on the team. The countless times Parker saw Brighton's perfect ass framed by the straps. The way he and other boys would snap each other with towels; something Parker now wouldn't dare do - leave a mark on this perfect ass? No way. He thought of the way you could see the straps and a good deal of his crack through their white football pants...especially after Brighton got sweaty. The way he reached back with the bar of soap in the locker room showers to lather it up. The countless times he saw Brighton either pull up or pull down his underwear, either exposing or concealing his ass.

Brighton whined as Parker's tongue made contact with his hole, and Parker kept daydreaming. How many times had he touched Brighton's ass in some way? Bro slaps through football pants to commend him on a good play. Hell, bro slaps in the locker room, both as Brighton wore a jock, and when Brighton was nude. Drunken, "funny" gropes, through his pants, through his underwear, bare-assed...Parker began to wonder just how obsessed he'd been with Brighton's ass all this time. He sure had enough memories of it...of touching it, groping it, spanking it... Parker couldn't help but think that he was about to fuck it, and how it has been years in the making.

He dove into Brighton's ass with renewed vigor, his cock aching. He couldn't believe he was eating ass at all, let alone a man's ass, let alone Brighton's, let alone enjoying it. He made Brighton moan and whine some more, getting his cheeks wet with his own saliva. Parker heard himself grunting, moaning, about to reach a level of desire that he'd never felt before.

 

[Brian S]

"Yeah, I loved the way that came outta the blue. Just WHAM...and then you realize the man isn't who you think he is...everything you thought you knew just totally blown outta the water."

"For sure, dude." Krieg nodded, agreeing. They were discussing Westworld, but Ryan suddenly realized everything he said about the plot twist could apply to him.

Krieg took Ryan down the hall to his bedroom, to show off his new flat screen TV he had on his dresser. That's the excuse he gave, anyway. Once there, Ryan noticed a plastic cylindrical device.

"That one of those smart home things?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah. Google Home." Krieg turned his attention to the device and said, "Ok, Google. Play Fun Times playlist on Spotify." The device did its thing, and moments later, "Milk" by Garbage was playing.

"That's handy." Ryan said, noting the slow, rather sensual music emanating from the device. The two stood in Krieg's room, not far apart. As the music played, they made some awkward small talk. Soon enough, Shirley Manson's sexy, imploring voice got to the chorus: "I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you." Ryan looked Krieg in the eyes, and Krieg returned the gaze. For a moment, they were the only two people in the world.

"Not what I expected from a playlist called Fun Times." Ryan said, almost deadpan.

"You're thinking of a different kind of Fun Times." Krieg explained. Ryan knew what he meant; he felt it.

A certain unseen energy sparked between them. The tension was so thick, so palpable, that it started to give Ryan a hardon. Krieg too. A thick silence hung in the air, even as Garbage played on. They looked at one another's bodies. Each could feel their hearts pounding as their breath became slightly bated. The two looked into each other's eyes, looking for an answer, looking for permission. At once, as if they shared the same mind, Ryan and Krieg both moved toward each other. Their cocks met as their lips met. And as their lips touched for the first time, finally, Ryan's cock shot from semi to fully hard in no time flat.

Krieg pushed himself against Ryan, feeling his hairy chest on his own. Feeling his hardon against his cock. They both started to moan, their sounds lost in each other's mouths as the kissing became more intense. Ryan couldn't get enough of Krieg's tongue. He licked it with his own, he sucked it, he tasted it. Krieg's lips felt even better than he'd imagined.

They broke apart momentarily to catch their breath, to make sense of what was happening, to see if the other felt the same way. Without a word spoken, they realized this was right. This was what they wanted. Joining again, they kissed as Ryan grabbed Krieg's ass, feeling the soft, smooth skin in his hands. The urgency grew between them, both finally, finally getting what they sought for so long.

Ryan backed Krieg up, still kissing him, still feeling his smooth body in his hands, still feeling his large erection against his. Once to the bed, Krieg sat, then laid down. Ryan climbed on top of him, pressing his cock against Krieg's once again. He kissed Krieg's nearly-trembling lips, felt Krieg's tongue caress his own.

"I've been wanting this for a long time." Ryan admitted, softly.

"Same." Krieg panted.

They pushed their lips together again as Ryan pressed his hips downward, humping his cock against Krieg's. Time seemed to stand still, even as the playlist rapidly moved through the songs, most of which Ryan had never heard and wasn't paying much attention to, other than feeling the mood they set. They were lost in making out and exploring each other's bodies as "Casualty" by Snake River Conspiracy led to Air's "Playground Love" which led to "This Love" by Craig Armstrong which led to "Angel" by Massive Attack, and so on. Time was slipping by, yet felt at a standstill as the two rolled around together, feeling each other's lips with their own, indulging in each other's bodies.

Soon, Ryan began to kiss Krieg's neck, moving his way down to Krieg's chest, tasting the saltiness of his now-sweaty body. Ryan flicked his tongue against Krieg's nipple piercings, instinctively licking and sucking the boy's erect nipples. Krieg moaned, holding Ryan's head against his chest, running his hands through Ryan's hair. Ryan kissed further down, exploring nearly every inch of Krieg's torso with his lips and tongue. Krieg's solid erection pressed against Ryan's hairy, sweaty chest as he slid down towards it.

Ryan knew what Patrick did to him, so he mimicked it. First, he kissed Krieg's tender thighs, then lapped urgently at his balls, suckling each one individually, licking at the roundness, intoxicated by Krieg's scent and taste.

Ryan reached up, and finally, FINALLY got his hands around Krieg's large, uncut dick. He watched his own hands stroke it, making Krieg's foreskin slid up and down, seductively exposing his head only to hide it again. "I've never touched an uncut one." he said. Krieg smiled. He ran his hand up and down Krieg's stiff shaft, amazed at how easily it glided, amazed at how much more stroking room it had than his own cock. Krieg let out a series of breathy whines as Ryan focused on rolling the skin over his corona. Krieg's reddened head glistened with precum, and Ryan could feel the throbs emanating from it into his hand.

Without fear, Ryan stuck it in his mouth. Krieg gasped. Ryan knew what he liked; he figured he couldn't go horribly wrong, even though he'd never had a cock in his mouth before. He bobbed up and down, slowly, only taking about half of it into his mouth. He jutted his tongue out to lick Krieg's head, finding he enjoyed the taste. He swirled his tongue around it, around and around, driving Krieg absolutely crazy. He moaned, he whined, he pushed down on Ryan's head. Ryan pulled upwards, gathering the skin over Krieg's head before sticking his tongue inside it. He licked lightly, tasting more of Krieg's precum.

"Fuck, you got a hot cock." Ryan said, feeling that beast activate inside him. The one that had come out a few times with Patrick. He plunged Krieg's cock back into his mouth, bobbing up and down, sucking it in earnest. Krieg moaned some more, gasping "Ryan!", almost out of breath. Ryan enjoyed sucking Krieg's cock so much that he lost himself momentarily. He got into a groove, with the music and with his own sucking rhythm. He took more of Krieg's cock, but was still far from swallowing it all.

 

[Brian S]

"Are you sure you're ready?" Parker asked, rubbing his cheek on Brighton's calf.

"Yeah. I'm so ready." Brighton panted.

Parker had Brighton's legs up, both were sufficiently lubed. He inched forward on his knees, between his best friend's legs, until the head of his throbbing hard cock touched Brighton's hole. Brighton let out a small gasp involuntarily, even though Parker hadn't pushed yet.

Brighton had his hands on Parker's legs, feeling Parker's head begin to pierce his ass. For a split second, it all seemed fine, but quickly enough, the pain rushed in. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Brighton said, tapping his friend's legs. Parker stopped pushing, and in fact pulled out altogether, even though he wasn't even in half an inch. "Shit, that hurt." Brighton said, trying to laugh, his chest heaving. He could feel himself losing his erection as well, and though that confused him, he urged Parker to continue.

Parker lined back up and began to push again. Brighton gasped, contorting his face into a pained, wincing look. "Are you okay?" Parker asked.

"Noooo..." Brighton whined. "But...but keep going." Parker did as his friend asked, and kept pushing slowly, slowly. He could feel the tenseness in Brighton's leg, and it was written all over his face. Suddenly, his head pushed through.

"Fuuuuuuuu!" Brighton exclaimed, panting harder, his cock almost totally flaccid. "Unhhh...fuck that hurts, fuck that hurts, fuck that hurts." he whined.

"We don't have to do this." Parker suggested.

"Yeah...it's fine. It'll be fine. People do this, right? It has to feel good, right?" Brighton asked the equally-inexperienced Parker.

Parker pushed some more, his head making a path for the rest of his cock. Brighton whined, winced, acted like he was going to slide up the headboard and away from the cock in his ass.

It took lots of time and even more patience, but finally Parker looked down as he pushed in, seeing his trimmed pubic hair push against Brighton's ass. "That's it. That's all of it." he panted.

"Gooood." Brighton whined. Parker moved to thrust, but Brighton asked him to hold still for a moment, and Parker did as he wished. After several moments, Parker began to slowly thrust again. Brighton whined loudly, still feeling the pain, but perhaps not as sharp as it had been. Several slow thrusts later, the pain dulled into a simple discomfort, and then...

Brighton's tensed face relaxed and his whines turned sexual, lustful. "Oh fuck, Parker." Parker began to thrust harder, faster, and Brighton's cock began to stiffen again. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck, Parker. Fuck me. I love you, fuck me."

"Yeah?" Parker asked, turned on by Brighton's gear change. He began to really ram his friend in the ass, that ass he'd seen and touched a hundred times before. "Ohhh...GAW...FUCK! Your ass is so fuckin' tight, man! It feels so fuckin' good!" Parker said, his hips slapping against Brighton. The bed squeaked as Parker fucked him. "GodDAYUM you're so fuckin' hot! I love you. Fuck!"

"Fuck me! I wish...I wish you could see yourself...you're so hot, man, so hot." Brighton gawked at Parker's muscular, sweaty chest, undulating as he thrust into him. He could see his friend's abs working overtime, his mouth hanging open. "Your cock feels so fuckin' great in my ass!" Brighton yelped.

Parker gave it his all, fucking harder than he'd ever fucked anyone before. He watched Brighton's beautiful cock leak copious amounts of precum out onto his own stomach. A small string stretched itself between Brighton's head and his treasure trail. The two boys continued to exchange blurted, breathy compliments, until finally...

"I'm gonna cum, Brighton!" Parker yelled.

"Cum!" Brighton urged. "Cum in me!"

Parker kept thrusting until he moaned loudly, and Brighton could feel his cock throbbing in his ass, knowing his best friend was cumming inside him. Parker's eyes fluttered and rolled back a bit as he exhaled a guttural noise that Brighton had never heard from him before. He continued to thrust, maybe not quite as hard. Shot after shot after shot unloaded into Brighton's ass. Parker's moans began to subside, and his body jerked a few times, shooting the last few shots up Brighton. "Unh...unh...unhhh!" Parker moaned, a moan for each shot. With that, he was done.

"Fuuuuuuuuck." Brighton moaned.

"Yeah." Parker panted, agreeing fully with Brighton. "Fuck yeah."

Parker caught his breath for a moment, leaving his throbbing cock inside Brighton's ass. He then grabbed Brighton's cock and began to stroke it. "Oh fuck, with you in me?" Brighton whined, enjoying it.

"I'm gonna make you cum." Parker said, his tone making it sound like the sexiest threat Brighton ever heard.

"Yeah you are..." Brighton whined. He knew it'd be no time at all, feeling Parker's cock inside him. Parker tugged Brighton urgently, and soon Brighton whined loudly. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna!"

"Fuckin' cum, man." Parker urged, and with that, Brighton shot his load. Brighton hit his face with the first spurt, and the second spurt. The rest hit his neck and chest. He bucked a bit, his ass milking Parker's spent cock.

"Aw, fuck!" Brighton whined, sounding like cumming hurt. His heaving, fratboy chest was covered in his own cum, and it rolled down his muscular sides, over his wordy tattoo. Soon, he too was spent, and Parker's hand was covered in cum.

"You're so fuckin' hot." Parker moaned, just before he pulled his cock out. It had definitely started to deflate, yet was still pretty hard. Parker plopped beside Brighton, feeling some of Brighton's cum on his back, but he didn't care. The two laid there, sweaty, panting, silently basking in their afterglow.

 

[Paul54]

"Yeah, I loved the way that came outta the blue. Just WHAM...and then you realize the man isn't who you think he is...everything you thought you knew just totally blown outta the water."

"For sure, dude." Krieg nodded, agreeing. They were discussing Westworld, but Ryan suddenly realized everything he said about the plot twist could apply to him.

Krieg took Ryan down the hall to his bedroom, to show off his new flat screen TV he had on his dresser. That's the excuse he gave, anyway. Once there, Ryan noticed a plastic cylindrical device.

"That one of those smart home things?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah. Google Home." Krieg turned his attention to the device and said, "Ok, Google. Play Fun Times playlist on Spotify." The device did its thing, and moments later, "Milk" by Garbage was playing.

"That's handy." Ryan said, noting the slow, rather sensual music emanating from the device. The two stood in Krieg's room, not far apart. As the music played, they made some awkward small talk. Soon enough, Shirley Manson's sexy, imploring voice got to the chorus: "I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you." Ryan looked Krieg in the eyes, and Krieg returned the gaze. For a moment, they were the only two people in the world.

"Not what I expected from a playlist called Fun Times." Ryan said, almost deadpan.

"You're thinking of a different kind of Fun Times." Krieg explained. Ryan knew what he meant; he felt it.

A certain unseen energy sparked between them. The tension was so thick, so palpable, that it started to give Ryan a hardon. Krieg too. A thick silence hung in the air, even as Garbage played on. They looked at one another's bodies. Each could feel their hearts pounding as their breath became slightly bated. The two looked into each other's eyes, looking for an answer, looking for permission. At once, as if they shared the same mind, Ryan and Krieg both moved toward each other. Their cocks met as their lips met. And as their lips touched for the first time, finally, Ryan's cock shot from semi to fully hard in no time flat.

Krieg pushed himself against Ryan, feeling his hairy chest on his own. Feeling his hardon against his cock. They both started to moan, their sounds lost in each other's mouths as the kissing became more intense. Ryan couldn't get enough of Krieg's tongue. He licked it with his own, he sucked it, he tasted it. Krieg's lips felt even better than he'd imagined.

They broke apart momentarily to catch their breath, to make sense of what was happening, to see if the other felt the same way. Without a word spoken, they realized this was right. This was what they wanted. Joining again, they kissed as Ryan grabbed Krieg's ass, feeling the soft, smooth skin in his hands. The urgency grew between them, both finally, finally getting what they sought for so long.

Ryan backed Krieg up, still kissing him, still feeling his smooth body in his hands, still feeling his large erection against his. Once to the bed, Krieg sat, then laid down. Ryan climbed on top of him, pressing his cock against Krieg's once again. He kissed Krieg's nearly-trembling lips, felt Krieg's tongue caress his own.

"I've been wanting this for a long time." Ryan admitted, softly.

"Same." Krieg panted.

They pushed their lips together again as Ryan pressed his hips downward, humping his cock against Krieg's. Time seemed to stand still, even as the playlist rapidly moved through the songs, most of which Ryan had never heard and wasn't paying much attention to, other than feeling the mood they set. They were lost in making out and exploring each other's bodies as "Casualty" by Snake River Conspiracy led to Air's "Playground Love" which led to "This Love" by Craig Armstrong which led to "Angel" by Massive Attack, and so on. Time was slipping by, yet felt at a standstill as the two rolled around together, feeling each other's lips with their own, indulging in each other's bodies.

Soon, Ryan began to kiss Krieg's neck, moving his way down to Krieg's chest, tasting the saltiness of his now-sweaty body. Ryan flicked his tongue against Krieg's nipple piercings, instinctively licking and sucking the boy's erect nipples. Krieg moaned, holding Ryan's head against his chest, running his hands through Ryan's hair. Ryan kissed further down, exploring nearly every inch of Krieg's torso with his lips and tongue. Krieg's solid erection pressed against Ryan's hairy, sweaty chest as he slid down towards it.

Ryan knew what Patrick did to him, so he mimicked it. First, he kissed Krieg's tender thighs, then lapped urgently at his balls, suckling each one individually, licking at the roundness, intoxicated by Krieg's scent and taste.

Ryan reached up, and finally, FINALLY got his hands around Krieg's large, uncut dick. He watched his own hands stroke it, making Krieg's foreskin slid up and down, seductively exposing his head only to hide it again. "I've never touched an uncut one." he said. Krieg smiled. He ran his hand up and down Krieg's stiff shaft, amazed at how easily it glided, amazed at how much more stroking room it had than his own cock. Krieg let out a series of breathy whines as Ryan focused on rolling the skin over his corona. Krieg's reddened head glistened with precum, and Ryan could feel the throbs emanating from it into his hand.

Without fear, Ryan stuck it in his mouth. Krieg gasped. Ryan knew what he liked; he figured he couldn't go horribly wrong, even though he'd never had a cock in his mouth before. He bobbed up and down, slowly, only taking about half of it into his mouth. He jutted his tongue out to lick Krieg's head, finding he enjoyed the taste. He swirled his tongue around it, around and around, driving Krieg absolutely crazy. He moaned, he whined, he pushed down on Ryan's head. Ryan pulled upwards, gathering the skin over Krieg's head before sticking his tongue inside it. He licked lightly, tasting more of Krieg's precum.

"Fuck, you got a hot cock." Ryan said, feeling that beast activate inside him. The one that had come out a few times with Patrick. He plunged Krieg's cock back into his mouth, bobbing up and down, sucking it in earnest. Krieg moaned some more, gasping "Ryan!", almost out of breath. Ryan enjoyed sucking Krieg's cock so much that he lost himself momentarily. He got into a groove, with the music and with his own sucking rhythm. He took more of Krieg's cock, but was still far from swallowing it all.

At last. I've been waiting for this for so long.
Thanks Brian.

 

[william1]

"Yeah, I loved the way that came outta the blue. Just WHAM...and then you realize the man isn't who you think he is...everything you thought you knew just totally blown outta the water."

"For sure, dude." Krieg nodded, agreeing. They were discussing Westworld, but Ryan suddenly realized everything he said about the plot twist could apply to him.

Krieg took Ryan down the hall to his bedroom, to show off his new flat screen TV he had on his dresser. That's the excuse he gave, anyway. Once there, Ryan noticed a plastic cylindrical device.

"That one of those smart home things?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah. Google Home." Krieg turned his attention to the device and said, "Ok, Google. Play Fun Times playlist on Spotify." The device did its thing, and moments later, "Milk" by Garbage was playing.

"That's handy." Ryan said, noting the slow, rather sensual music emanating from the device. The two stood in Krieg's room, not far apart. As the music played, they made some awkward small talk. Soon enough, Shirley Manson's sexy, imploring voice got to the chorus: "I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you." Ryan looked Krieg in the eyes, and Krieg returned the gaze. For a moment, they were the only two people in the world.

"Not what I expected from a playlist called Fun Times." Ryan said, almost deadpan.

"You're thinking of a different kind of Fun Times." Krieg explained. Ryan knew what he meant; he felt it.

A certain unseen energy sparked between them. The tension was so thick, so palpable, that it started to give Ryan a hardon. Krieg too. A thick silence hung in the air, even as Garbage played on. They looked at one another's bodies. Each could feel their hearts pounding as their breath became slightly bated. The two looked into each other's eyes, looking for an answer, looking for permission. At once, as if they shared the same mind, Ryan and Krieg both moved toward each other. Their cocks met as their lips met. And as their lips touched for the first time, finally, Ryan's cock shot from semi to fully hard in no time flat.

Krieg pushed himself against Ryan, feeling his hairy chest on his own. Feeling his hardon against his cock. They both started to moan, their sounds lost in each other's mouths as the kissing became more intense. Ryan couldn't get enough of Krieg's tongue. He licked it with his own, he sucked it, he tasted it. Krieg's lips felt even better than he'd imagined.

They broke apart momentarily to catch their breath, to make sense of what was happening, to see if the other felt the same way. Without a word spoken, they realized this was right. This was what they wanted. Joining again, they kissed as Ryan grabbed Krieg's ass, feeling the soft, smooth skin in his hands. The urgency grew between them, both finally, finally getting what they sought for so long.

Ryan backed Krieg up, still kissing him, still feeling his smooth body in his hands, still feeling his large erection against his. Once to the bed, Krieg sat, then laid down. Ryan climbed on top of him, pressing his cock against Krieg's once again. He kissed Krieg's nearly-trembling lips, felt Krieg's tongue caress his own.

"I've been wanting this for a long time." Ryan admitted, softly.

"Same." Krieg panted.

They pushed their lips together again as Ryan pressed his hips downward, humping his cock against Krieg's. Time seemed to stand still, even as the playlist rapidly moved through the songs, most of which Ryan had never heard and wasn't paying much attention to, other than feeling the mood they set. They were lost in making out and exploring each other's bodies as "Casualty" by Snake River Conspiracy led to Air's "Playground Love" which led to "This Love" by Craig Armstrong which led to "Angel" by Massive Attack, and so on. Time was slipping by, yet felt at a standstill as the two rolled around together, feeling each other's lips with their own, indulging in each other's bodies.

Soon, Ryan began to kiss Krieg's neck, moving his way down to Krieg's chest, tasting the saltiness of his now-sweaty body. Ryan flicked his tongue against Krieg's nipple piercings, instinctively licking and sucking the boy's erect nipples. Krieg moaned, holding Ryan's head against his chest, running his hands through Ryan's hair. Ryan kissed further down, exploring nearly every inch of Krieg's torso with his lips and tongue. Krieg's solid erection pressed against Ryan's hairy, sweaty chest as he slid down towards it.

Ryan knew what Patrick did to him, so he mimicked it. First, he kissed Krieg's tender thighs, then lapped urgently at his balls, suckling each one individually, licking at the roundness, intoxicated by Krieg's scent and taste.

Ryan reached up, and finally, FINALLY got his hands around Krieg's large, uncut dick. He watched his own hands stroke it, making Krieg's foreskin slid up and down, seductively exposing his head only to hide it again. "I've never touched an uncut one." he said. Krieg smiled. He ran his hand up and down Krieg's stiff shaft, amazed at how easily it glided, amazed at how much more stroking room it had than his own cock. Krieg let out a series of breathy whines as Ryan focused on rolling the skin over his corona. Krieg's reddened head glistened with precum, and Ryan could feel the throbs emanating from it into his hand.

Without fear, Ryan stuck it in his mouth. Krieg gasped. Ryan knew what he liked; he figured he couldn't go horribly wrong, even though he'd never had a cock in his mouth before. He bobbed up and down, slowly, only taking about half of it into his mouth. He jutted his tongue out to lick Krieg's head, finding he enjoyed the taste. He swirled his tongue around it, around and around, driving Krieg absolutely crazy. He moaned, he whined, he pushed down on Ryan's head. Ryan pulled upwards, gathering the skin over Krieg's head before sticking his tongue inside it. He licked lightly, tasting more of Krieg's precum.

"Fuck, you got a hot cock." Ryan said, feeling that beast activate inside him. The one that had come out a few times with Patrick. He plunged Krieg's cock back into his mouth, bobbing up and down, sucking it in earnest. Krieg moaned some more, gasping "Ryan!", almost out of breath. Ryan enjoyed sucking Krieg's cock so much that he lost himself momentarily. He got into a groove, with the music and with his own sucking rhythm. He took more of Krieg's cock, but was still far from swallowing it all.

Wow that was just fabulous, how long have we waited for that? They have only just started so dying to hear the rest of their first session! And Ryan’s first proper sucking

 

[Manclandlad]

Loving this so much !!

 

[Alexe223]

It’s been almost two months, finally!! Well worth the wait!

 

[Brian S]

As Garbage's "Afterglow" began to play, Krieg pressed his cock against Ryan's, their kissing at frenzied levels. Krieg couldn't get enough of the taste of Ryan's mouth, the feel of his lips and his facial stubble. He loved the feeling of the hairy, manly body beneath him, and he began to kiss it, starting with Ryan's neck. Krieg found himself thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Ryan's chest hair on his lips and tongue. He sucked on Ryan's nipple, flicking his tongue against it, practically devouring it before dragging his lips across to the other nipple to do the same.

"Talisman" by Air started before Krieg moved farther down Ryan's body. He was taking his time exploring the expanse of chest hair, taking in the manliness of Ryan's body. He found himself kissing downward, over Ryan's stomach, as Ryan's hard, leaking cock dragged on his chest. Krieg was soon face to cock with Ryan, and he leaned in to kiss the underside, just below the head. It throbbed against his face. Krieg dragged his wet tongue slowly down the shaft, to Ryan's hairy balls, which he immediately suckled and licked. Nothing felt bad about it. It felt right, it felt perfect. The taste of Ryan's balls lingered on Krieg's tongue as he kissed Ryan's hairy thighs, perfectly thick. He could hear Ryan moaning with pleasure and anticipation. He found himself back at Ryan's balls, then licked the shaft upwards, on the underside, until his tongue was at the tip. He held Ryan's cock upright, looking straight down on it. At first, Krieg simply kissed the head, tasting Ryan's precum. He began to suck on the head, his lips barely past the corona. Ryan moaned harder.

Krieg swirled his tongue around it, tasting it, feeling it. He found himself insanely turned on by the feel of it in his mouth. He slid further down on it, taking it about halfway before sliding his mouth back up it. Down again he went, taking it just a bit farther. Before too long, he found his rhythm, and began to suck it. It turned him on so much that he found himself grunting a bit.

Ryan began to moan even louder, and he placed his hand on Krieg's head. He felt Krieg's hair and looked down to see his cock being swallowed by the boy. He watched Krieg's lips slide up and down his shaft, and began to thrust upward into his eager mouth.

Krieg surprised himself, finding he was able to take Ryan's cock deeper than he expected. He pushed himself to suck more and more of it, taking it deeper until he had it all. Until his top lip touched Ryan's pubic hair. Ryan gasped loudly and let out "Fuck, Krieg!" as Krieg sucked all of his cock. Krieg relished the feeling; it turned him on to have Ryan's cock so deep in his mouth, and it turned him on to be turning Ryan on as well. Ryan's moans gave Krieg impetus to keep going.

Finally, Krieg came up for air, stroking Ryan's cock as he took his mouth from it. "Fuck, I love your cock!" he exclaimed, yanking it. When a bit of precum formed at the tip, Krieg leaned in and licked it off. He then kissed back up Ryan's body to eventually find Ryan's lips with his own. Ryan grasped the boy, pulling him tight as their tongues danced together in their mouths. Both their cocks ached, but neither Ryan nor Krieg was ready to cum. They continued to kiss and roll around in bed together as more songs came and went on the playlist. Their skin and Krieg's sheets were dotted with wet precum spots, as both their cocks leaked profusely.

 

[Brian S]

Camden woke up in the middle of the night, hard as hell. Even though he'd gotten off with Cole earlier, he was still horny. His dreams consisted of Krieg and Brighton, but most of all, Ryan. Camden slid his hand down his body to find his erection. Wrapping his hand around it, he began to tug, recalling his dream.

The memory was already a bit fuzzy, but he knew the gist of it: sucking Krieg and Brighton while Ryan fucked him from behind. And they all rotated, taking their turn. Ryan would fuck him a while, then Brighton, then Krieg. Despite Brighton being so fucking ridiculously beautiful, and Krieg having a large, hot cock, his favorite was Ryan. In his fantasies, Ryan fucked hard and aggressively. Surely he would pound the fuck outta him, he imagined.

His focus narrowed to just Ryan, as he laid in bed jacking his cock. Camden teased his own hole with his finger, trying to get lost in lustful thoughts of Ryan fucking him. Several minutes later, Camden erupted on himself.

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Across town, Patrick had actually worked his finger into his ass. It had been some time, so he used copious amounts of lube. He too was dreaming of Ryan, thinking of the vow he made himself just hours earlier. He found himself nearly whining as the middle finger of his left hand probed deeper and deeper into his ass. It felt so good, a little bit like deja vu, or recalling a feeling that had long since passed.

Precum rolled down Patrick's cock, getting rubbed in by his shuffling hand. He finger fucked himself aggressively, knowing how Ryan had fucked his mouth. Knowing that Ryan had it in him to be forceful, hard. With an extremely loud groan, Patrick began to shoot on himself, his cum splattering onto his chest and stomach.

 

[laptoper]

Ahhh, sweet consummation!

 

[Brian S]

Krieg found himself groping Ryan's ass a lot, taking handfuls of the plump cheeks into his palms. He began to work his way inward, until his fingertips found the crack of Ryan's ass. It felt sweaty, in a good way; from sex. He lashed his tongue against Ryan's, and both men grunted as they pushed against each other.

Ryan was in a state of delirium; this was everything he thought it'd be. No, it was better. His doubts and inhibitions had long since faded away, replaced only with lust for Krieg. He loved the way Krieg felt and tasted, the way he sounded as they brought themselves mutual pleasure. He couldn't help but reach down and touch Krieg's cock some more, after such a long time of longing for it.

The two slid around together some more, having no idea what time it was or what was happening in the outside world. All that mattered was the other and their shared lust. Krieg finally slid between Ryan's legs, wrapping his left arm under Ryan's right thigh and lifting. Ryan drew his leg up instinctively as Krieg pressed himself against Ryan, still kissing him.

Krieg's large cock slid enticingly past Ryan's hole over and over and over again. Their kissing became almost frenetic, as Ryan sucked on Krieg's tongue. Both were in a heightened state of arousal, neither having felt this way before. The sweat, the groans, the humping, the music...Ryan was completely absorbed in the pleasure and making Krieg happy. He hurriedly said "Yes" in a breathy tone when Krieg asked, "Can I fuck you?" He didn't even think twice about the answer. When he did think about it before, his thoughts mostly were of fucking Krieg, but Ryan also knew he'd been fucking himself with a Krieg-sized dildo for months now.

Ryan suddenly felt like being used. Being fucked. Being just an object that had things done to it. He drew his legs up even further in anticipation. He watched Krieg lube his cock, then felt the cold, sticky substance on his ass. Krieg was working it in with a finger, and Ryan felt like he might cum just from the touch. Krieg hoisted Ryan's legs a bit more, and began to guide the head of his cock towards Ryan's ass, inching closer and closer.

Contact.

Ryan shivered and shuddered, his breathing becoming labored and shallow, as well as a bit whiny. Krieg's head was only on his hole, not even remotely in it yet, but he was so turned on by the anticipation of it all. He watched Krieg's face as Krieg looked down to see what he was doing. The look he had was nothing but pure, sexual lust. He pushed slowly, and Ryan gasped and moaned at the same time. It didn't hurt, not yet.

Krieg slid further in, his head pushing Ryan open. Ryan gasped again, feeling beads of sweat running down his temples. He exhaled sharply as he tried to mentally force his ass to be comfortable with it. The head hurt, but not as much as Ryan thought it might.

"Fuckin' tight..." Krieg moaned as he pushed further in.

"Your cock's so big..." Ryan countered.

"Not much bigger'n that dildo of yours." Krieg said. He didn't realize he had played his cards then and there, and Ryan didn't catch on either. He just mentally agreed.

Krieg kept pushing into Ryan's ass, a third of his cock inside. Half. Two-thirds. Ryan was gasping and writhing, feeling the pressure from within, feeling like he was going to lose all bodily functions then and there. He had taken his large dildo countless times, but this was different. For one, it was a real cock. And he had control over the dildo, where he didn't over Krieg's cock. With a final, lunging push, Krieg buried his cock to the hilt in Ryan's ass. Ryan jerked and gasped, feeling full, feeling invaded. He felt Krieg's cock through his entire body as the throbbing rippled through him. He almost thought he'd be able to taste Krieg's head if Krieg was any bigger.

"Fuck." Ryan whined in a weak, whimpering voice.

"You're so fuckin' tight." Krieg said, lustfully, delightfully. As Lush's "Last Night" began to play, Krieg began to thrust. Ryan whimpered, never having heard himself make such noises. Krieg's cock was invading him, conquering him. He looked at Krieg's face, his brow furrowed, his lip snarled. He looked almost mean, but full of unbridled lust. In turn, Krieg looked at Ryan, his face contorted into whimpering pleasure, almost a pleading look. He couldn't tell if Ryan's face was begging him to fuck him, or begging him to stop. He slid his cock slowly in and out, making Ryan quiver with each motion. He was just gearing up, wanting Ryan to feel comfortable. Ryan's ass clamped down hard around his cock, seemingly trying to sever it in two. Ryan seemed pained, yet enjoying it.

Both trembled for various reasons as sweat rolled off them. Krieg began to thrust harder, feeling Ryan's ass milking his uncut cock. Soon, Ryan's noises took a turn, and he began to moan in a pleasured way. "Unh...unh...unh..." One for each thrust that Krieg gave him. Ryan's cock had softened from the pain of penetration, but was beginning to fight its own way back again. It had been soft as it ever was, but started to throb itself hard.

"Fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck..." Ryan whined as Krieg picked up speed. Ryan found himself being a whiny bottom while Krieg dominated him. The juxtaposition wasn't lost on either man. Krieg felt like a young stallion, fucking this manly, hairy, older guy. Ryan felt like matters were out of his hands as he let himself be ravaged by this young, scrappy punk with the big, hot dick.

"FUCK! Your fucking ass...fuck!" Krieg growled, never having felt something so tight and pleasurable wrapped around his large dick. He grit his teeth, his lips snarled, as he rammed his cock into Ryan's ass.

 

[william1]

Krieg found himself groping Ryan's ass a lot, taking handfuls of the plump cheeks into his palms. He began to work his way inward, until his fingertips found the crack of Ryan's ass. It felt sweaty, in a good way; from sex. He lashed his tongue against Ryan's, and both men grunted as they pushed against each other.

Ryan was in a state of delirium; this was everything he thought it'd be. No, it was better. His doubts and inhibitions had long since faded away, replaced only with lust for Krieg. He loved the way Krieg felt and tasted, the way he sounded as they brought themselves mutual pleasure. He couldn't help but reach down and touch Krieg's cock some more, after such a long time of longing for it.

The two slid around together some more, having no idea what time it was or what was happening in the outside world. All that mattered was the other and their shared lust. Krieg finally slid between Ryan's legs, wrapping his left arm under Ryan's right thigh and lifting. Ryan drew his leg up instinctively as Krieg pressed himself against Ryan, still kissing him.

Krieg's large cock slid enticingly past Ryan's hole over and over and over again. Their kissing became almost frenetic, as Ryan sucked on Krieg's tongue. Both were in a heightened state of arousal, neither having felt this way before. The sweat, the groans, the humping, the music...Ryan was completely absorbed in the pleasure and making Krieg happy. He hurriedly said "Yes" in a breathy tone when Krieg asked, "Can I fuck you?" He didn't even think twice about the answer. When he did think about it before, his thoughts mostly were of fucking Krieg, but Ryan also knew he'd been fucking himself with a Krieg-sized dildo for months now.

Ryan suddenly felt like being used. Being fucked. Being just an object that had things done to it. He drew his legs up even further in anticipation. He watched Krieg lube his cock, then felt the cold, sticky substance on his ass. Krieg was working it in with a finger, and Ryan felt like he might cum just from the touch. Krieg hoisted Ryan's legs a bit more, and began to guide the head of his cock towards Ryan's ass, inching closer and closer.

Contact.

Ryan shivered and shuddered, his breathing becoming labored and shallow, as well as a bit whiny. Krieg's head was only on his hole, not even remotely in it yet, but he was so turned on by the anticipation of it all. He watched Krieg's face as Krieg looked down to see what he was doing. The look he had was nothing but pure, sexual lust. He pushed slowly, and Ryan gasped and moaned at the same time. It didn't hurt, not yet.

Krieg slid further in, his head pushing Ryan open. Ryan gasped again, feeling beads of sweat running down his temples. He exhaled sharply as he tried to mentally force his ass to be comfortable with it. The head hurt, but not as much as Ryan thought it might.

"Fuckin' tight..." Krieg moaned as he pushed further in.

"Your cock's so big..." Ryan countered.

"Not much bigger'n that dildo of yours." Krieg said. He didn't realize he had played his cards then and there, and Ryan didn't catch on either. He just mentally agreed.

Krieg kept pushing into Ryan's ass, a third of his cock inside. Half. Two-thirds. Ryan was gasping and writhing, feeling the pressure from within, feeling like he was going to lose all bodily functions then and there. He had taken his large dildo countless times, but this was different. For one, it was a real cock. And he had control over the dildo, where he didn't over Krieg's cock. With a final, lunging push, Krieg buried his cock to the hilt in Ryan's ass. Ryan jerked and gasped, feeling full, feeling invaded. He felt Krieg's cock through his entire body as the throbbing rippled through him. He almost thought he'd be able to taste Krieg's head if Krieg was any bigger.

"Fuck." Ryan whined in a weak, whimpering voice.

"You're so fuckin' tight." Krieg said, lustfully, delightfully. As Lush's "Last Night" began to play, Krieg began to thrust. Ryan whimpered, never having heard himself make such noises. Krieg's cock was invading him, conquering him. He looked at Krieg's face, his brow furrowed, his lip snarled. He looked almost mean, but full of unbridled lust. In turn, Krieg looked at Ryan, his face contorted into whimpering pleasure, almost a pleading look. He couldn't tell if Ryan's face was begging him to fuck him, or begging him to stop. He slid his cock slowly in and out, making Ryan quiver with each motion. He was just gearing up, wanting Ryan to feel comfortable. Ryan's ass clamped down hard around his cock, seemingly trying to sever it in two. Ryan seemed pained, yet enjoying it.

Both trembled for various reasons as sweat rolled off them. Krieg began to thrust harder, feeling Ryan's ass milking his uncut cock. Soon, Ryan's noises took a turn, and he began to moan in a pleasured way. "Unh...unh...unh..." One for each thrust that Krieg gave him. Ryan's cock had softened from the pain of penetration, but was beginning to fight its own way back again. It had been soft as it ever was, but started to throb itself hard.

"Fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck..." Ryan whined as Krieg picked up speed. Ryan found himself being a whiny bottom while Krieg dominated him. The juxtaposition wasn't lost on either man. Krieg felt like a young stallion, fucking this manly, hairy, older guy. Ryan felt like matters were out of his hands as he let himself be ravaged by this young, scrappy punk with the big, hot dick.

"FUCK! Your fucking ass...fuck!" Krieg growled, never having felt something so tight and pleasurable wrapped around his large dick. He grit his teeth, his lips snarled, as he rammed his cock into Ryan's ass.

wow that was so worth waiting two months for !!

 

[Brian S]

"Fuck me..." Ryan whined, his voice whimpering so much it sounded like a question. Krieg kept thrusting, getting what he wanted after weeks of dreaming about it...after months of build up.

"Is this...what you wanted?" Krieg asked, gruffly, as he rammed his cock into Ryan. "Is this...what you thought about...outside my windows?"

"Yes." Ryan whined, unable to tell himself whether he was fudging the truth or not. He hadn't necessarily actively thought about being fucked by Krieg, but he also knew he didn't realize he wanted him in the first place for so long.

Krieg's cock continued to probe Ryan's ass, as the headboard squeaked and knocked against the wall. Krieg's nuts pushed against Ryan's ass with each inward thrust, his sweaty hips slapping Ryan's full ass. Krieg wrapped his arms around both of Ryan's thighs, his calves resting on Krieg's shoulders. Krieg kissed them both, licked them, tasted the hair on his legs as he gooned out while fucking him. Ryan could have sworn he came, judging by the amount of precum rolling out of his cock head. His stomach and pubic hair were wet and sticky with it. Krieg pushed harder still, doubling Ryan over a bit more.

"Fuck, Krieg, fuck!" Ryan whined, feeling nothing but raging pleasure in his ass. His own cock, hard as fuck, bounced wildly with each of Krieg's forceful thrusts. It continued to leak out onto his stomach. Ryan looked past his cock to Krieg's undulating stomach, up his sweaty, glistening torso to his chest, reddened. Ryan took in the view of Krieg's pumping torso, getting lost in tattoos and pierced nipples. Krieg wiped his own chest, using his sweat as makeshift lube while jacking Ryan's cock.

"Ohhhh fuck." Ryan whimpered. Krieg worked insane amounts of precum out of Ryan's cock, each thrust producing a bit more, the droplets rolling down Krieg's fingers, providing more lubrication. "Ohhhh fuuuuuuck." Ryan whimpered again. All he could feel was Krieg's big cock penetrating him repeatedly, and Krieg's hand sliding up and down his own cock. Ryan felt like he was going to cum long before he actually did. The build up lasted ten times longer than normal. His balls ached, longing to shoot, as Krieg's pubic area pressed against them with each thrust. "Fuck...Krieg...fuu-uck." Ryan whined even more shakily, his voice high and cracking.

He began to goon out, as the pleasure became nearly unbearable. His balls were tense, yet he wasn't cumming yet. Ryan felt his own sweaty chest with both hands, running them through his damp chest hair. He lightly bit the index finger of his left hand while pinching his own right nipple. He slid that index finger into his mouth, sucking it like it was a cock, but only briefly. He couldn't do any one thing for long. He felt his other nipple, his hands sliding around on his own torso, one hand pressing down against his pubic hair. He touched Krieg's sweaty leg, his own sweaty leg. He didn't care how he looked or what he sounded like; he was utterly at the mercy of his own lust.

"FUCK!" Ryan yelled, no longer whiny.

"Cum!" Krieg urged.

"FUCK!" FUCK!" Ryan growled again, his pleasure completely in Krieg's control. His cock swelled, his balls tensed even more. Everything hurt. His balls needed to shoot, his cock needed the release. With one final, loud "FUCK!!!", Ryan spurted at long last. The first shot whizzed by his face, over his shoulder, to crash against Krieg's pillow. Subsequent shots found their mark on Ryan's face, into his own wide-open mouth. He tasted his salty release as he continued to shoot.

"I'munafuckincum!" Krieg moaned, sounding like one word. He fucked hard, feeling Ryan's ass clamp tighter yet during his orgasm, and soon Krieg shot. Hard. He pushed nearly violently into Ryan's ass, pushing even further in half. Ryan was still unloading as well, cumming on his own chest now. Ryan's legs were being held in place solely by Krieg's shoulders, as Krieg's right hand stroked Ryan's cock. His left hand was grasping Ryan's right ass cheek, and Krieg felt his own hip pushing against the back of his hand. Spurt after spurt shot out into Ryan's ass, as Krieg moaned loudly, the sound almost other-worldly. "Fuuuuuuuuck." he growled as he unloaded, his cock buried deep into Ryan's ass. Once he spurted a few shots, he began to thrust at a largely diminished pace, spasms coursing through his cock and balls, across his hips, down his legs and ass. Ryan's hole milked his cock, and Ryan could feel it clamping around Krieg's throbbing manhood.

All at once, both were done cumming. Krieg panted, sweaty, leaving his cock in Ryan for the time being. It throbbed in Ryan's ass, as Krieg moaned, feeling light headed. Ryan felt light headed as well, and his legs ached. They longed to be let down, yet he didn't want Krieg's cock out of him. Krieg bent further down to kiss Ryan, tasting some of Ryan's errant cum off his lips and the corners of his mouth. He soon began to slide out of Ryan, the length of his cock feeling both amazing as it exited him. Yet somehow Ryan also felt relieved.

Krieg crashed down onto the bed beside Ryan, their sweaty bodies emanating such heat between them. Ryan laid his aching legs flat, feeling wetness drip off his own body. He couldn't tell what was sweat and what was cum. Krieg winced a bit as he touched his aching, still-throbbing cock.

"Fuck." is all Krieg could manage to say. Ryan said it back, both knowing that the one word encompassed all their feelings on the subject. Their sweaty chests undulated and heaved with each shallow breath as they tried to regain their composure. The playlist had started itself over, back at Garbage's "Milk". It seemed appropriate on so many levels.