Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[Brian S]

*****8 Days Later*****

Ryan got home from a sex-filled weekend in Omaha. He undressed as he moved through the house, ditching articles of clothing here and there. He felt good. He felt confident. He felt cocky. Things were going well, after all, now that he and Patrick had reconciled. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he headed for his back door. He adjusted his balls in his white Hanes briefs as he stepped outside to smoke. He knew it wouldn't be long before it'd be too cold for that. Even though it was sunny, a chill hung in the air; the first harbinger of autumn's approach.

At that temperature, it felt great to stand out back in his briefs. The slight chill felt good on his bare skin. The crispness tickled his nipples, arousing them. He touched one of them lightly, just for fun. He smoked as he leaned his forearms on the rail, looking out at his back yard. The leaves were just starting to turn; it would only be a matter of days until they began to fall en masse.

He thought of everything and nothing all at once. Even though he'd lost a few fuckbuddies lately, he'd also gained two new ones in Patrick and Lance. He thought of Kade, who was surely about to start college soon. He thought of Thane, whose dick he was still sucking fairly regularly. Then of course there were his short excursions to nearby cities to sow his oats. He was in the best shape of his life, too, and hadn't thought negatively of his cock size in months. Yeah, things were good, he figured. Really good.

Ryan slid his hand down his stomach, first feeling the waistband of his underwear on his fingertips. As he went lower, the cotton of his briefs replaced the feeling of elastic and his hand slid over his bulge. He squeezed. Through it all, no matter who he was fucking or not fucking, he still relished being outside like that. He often liked to be naked, though there was something special and hot about being outside in his briefs. He squeezed himself again. He felt so alive, so attractive, so constantly horny. As he began groping himself further, he thought back to the man he was with the night before in Omaha. He was 30, give or take, and Korean with an absolutely stunning body. His cock was pretty, uncut, and somewhat large. Ryan had fucked him, of course, in his muscular ass, but not before the man had sucked his cock. Ryan thought the guy sucked cock like it was his job. It was an incredible experience.

As Ryan's cock swelled to semi hard in his briefs, he heard the familiar creak of the back screen door next door. The sound had become so ingrained in his mind that he hardly paid it a thought at first. Then he realized that nobody should be living there after the two hot fratboys moved out.

He let go of his bulge as he whipped his head sideways, standing upright in a reactionary move. Casting his eyes across the driveway, he could hardly believe what he was seeing - so much so that he did a double take and made an involuntary, quizzical sound.

Krieg.

The boy stood out behind his back door, moppy dark hair intact. His questionable tattoos were on display as were his nipple rings and the gauges in his ears. Dressed in only white, soft cotton boxers, he lit a cigarette, seeing Ryan straight away as well.

Ryan immediately found himself ogling Krieg once again. He did so without any sort of self-awareness, as if nothing had gone sour between them. As if an expansive amount of time hadn't passed since they last saw each other. Krieg's boxers rode low on his hips, as per usual. They rode a bit lower than usual, for even though Krieg had managed to put on a little weight, he was still somewhat gaunt. The waistband hugged his hips at just below his pube line, showing just a hint of the dark, trimmed hair above his cock. Krieg's cock itself jiggled in the boxers, the underwear barely able to contain it. Ryan could see it nearly perfectly; that beautiful 8 inch dick that he had once so enjoyed.

It took Krieg offering a slight, awkward smile for Ryan to realize he was ogling the boy. He gulped and turned, finding his cock had reached its full capacity inside his briefs. Sudden realizations hit him as he sat down, somewhat faced away from Krieg.

That's really Krieg!? Oh my God, he saw me touching myself. Well...I guess I don't really care about that, considering...but...what is he doing here? What is he doing back? Fuck, he looks hot. I thought I was past that...past him. But just seeing him again has....has just...

Ryan realized his breathing was heavy, and as he brought his cigarette to his lips, he saw his fingers trembling. Were they trembling with rage? Anger? Lust? All of the above? He suddenly felt like a spurned school girl. One who gets angry at the all-star quarterback but still has a thing for him.

For that brief moment in time, all of Ryan's confidence washed away. He felt the same as he did when he first saw Krieg in his boxers outside. He felt nervous, weirdly lustful, and utterly confused about his sexual feelings towards him. It was all for different reasons, but Ryan's emotions still felt the same. Was Krieg hoping to talk to him? To settle things between them? Ryan's mind whirred with a million different thoughts all at once. He felt like he should be angry. He felt like he should be hurt. He felt like he should be standoffish. At the same time, he only felt like he should feel those things, and he didn't. The only thing he felt for Krieg was lust, pure and unadulterated.

Ryan had become a quick learner, once he finally caught on. And his thoughts for Krieg immediately echoed his prior thoughts of Patrick. Sure, he had been mad once, but Ryan felt like there was nothing that couldn't be solved with a nice fuck session. Hell, Patrick and Krieg had set aside their differences the same way, so surely he felt he could do the same with Krieg. It didn't matter, not just yet, as Krieg had gone inside. Ryan didn't realize just how long he'd sat in his patio chair, mulling over his thoughts as his heart pumped hard in his chest. He found himself with cell phone in hand, dialing Patrick.

"Ry! You're on speaker with me and Lance." Patrick said upon answering the phone.

Ryan could hear grunts and he could also hear whines, along with the familiar sound of a bed creaking.

"Are...are you...like, literally fucking right now?" Ryan asked.

"Yup! Say hi, Lance!"

"Hi, Lance!", Lance said, letting out a small laugh that quickly turned into moans.

"What's...UNG...up?" Patrick asked.

"I'll call back. This is too weird." Ryan said, chuckling.

"Dude, we've all had sex together. In fact, if you wanna come over..."

"No, no. I'm good."

"Then what's up?" Patrick urged as he continued to fuck Lance from behind.

"Is your phone literally on his ass? Jesus, that's all I can hear." Ryan said.

"It's on the small of his back, yeah." Patrick chuckled.

"Can you...turn off speaker and put it to your ear please?" Ryan asked.

"All right, all right...there, is that better?" Patrick asked once he had his phone to his ear.

"Yes. Uh...Krieg's back." Ryan said.

"Krieg's back? How do you know?" Patrick asked. Ryan could hear Lance ask the same question only from afar.

"I just saw him. In the driveway. In his boxers. Like...like old times."

"Are you sure?" Patrick asked.

"Well I'm not delusional. Of course I'm sure."

"Did you talk to him?"

"No." Ryan muttered.

"Why not?"

"What the fuck am I gonna say?" Ryan asked.

"Don't say anything. Just grab him and kiss him. Then fuck him." Patrick suggested. "Worked for him and I. Worked for us."

"Yeah, so...I don't think that...that would be..."

"I'm only half serious. UNHH! Just go...unnhh...talk to him...UNGHH! I'm sorry, I'm gonna cum soon, I gotta go." Patrick hung up the phone and Ryan did the same, lighting a cigarette. He chuckled at Patrick, at his shenanigans, about how he was always unflinchingly himself. Even when apologizing or dishing out advice, he was still thoroughly Patrick about it.

Ryan took deep drags off his cigarette, planning his next move. There was no way he could not talk to Krieg. He just didn't know what to say to the boy. He couldn't parse out his own feelings on the matter. Ryan stood up, facing Krieg's back door. His erection had long since subsided; something he realized as he adjusted himself again. He stood, nearly frozen, as he stared at Krieg's house, wondering what to do.

 

[Brian S]

Ian and Zack started off small, inviting over a gay boy named Sam who Zack knew. They didn't really have a plan in place; it was an exploratory mission, a trial run to see how things would go. Sam jumped at the chance to get involved with this. He was a petite boy of 19, sporting hardly any body hair. At once boyish and innocent-looking, Sam possessed a certain mischievous glint behind his doe eyes.

At this moment, Sam sat on the couch, naked and wide-legged. The audience could see up his skinny thighs to his surprisingly ample balls; two goose eggs that jiggled and bounced as he stroked his cock. Ian and Zack both figured the boy had about 7 inches, and they found themselves completely unbothered by watching him masturbate. At the same time, they didn't want him, didn't want to fuck around with him. Despite that, to put Sam at ease, they'd both stripped naked as well. Sam couldn't really care less about being paid for this. He jumped at the chance to get naked with Zack, with his roomie. He relished the idea of jacking off for them, of seeing them naked. He'd hoped that they might join in, despite Zack telling him that they wouldn't. Still, it didn't matter to Sam. This experience was its own reward.

Running things from the sidelines, Zack and Ian watched Sam beat off. They watched his hairless, skinny chest heave with deep breaths, his small, pink nipples at rapt attention. They could see the precum begin to ooze from his swollen head. They knew he was ogling them, checking out their cocks, but they didn't mind. Whatever got the job done, they figured.

"You can cum whenever you're ready." Zack said softly from out of the camera's view.

Sam smiled, knowing it wouldn't be long whether or not he got the green light. He pumped his cock quickly as he fondled his own weighty balls. His eyes were firmly to the right, his gaze resting directly on Zack and Ian's dicks. Though they hadn't touched themselves and neither wanted actual sexual contact with Sam, their dicks were still hard. It was reactionary; impossible to be in that situation without becoming aroused. Truth be told, they fed off one another. They tried not to ogle each other, but it was hard not to. The fact that the situation was inherently sexual and Sam was jacking off didn't help matters.

"Uh, I'm gonna!" Sam declared, his face wrenched with lust. He stared at Ian and Zack's hard cocks, side by side, wobbling and wagging slightly as they shifted in place. With that, he came. The first spurt shot out, hitting his own, petite chest. The second spurt hit his chin. The third, his face.

Jesus, that boy can cum, Zack thought, utterly surprised with Sam. Sam's load looked thick, and was definitely plentiful. It seemed to shoot and shoot and shoot out of his throbbing cock, until his face and chest were utterly covered in jizz. Even as it came to an end, his cum rolled out of his cock in thick quantities; down his knuckles, onto his balls until finally dripping off onto the couch between his legs. Sam always had orgasms like that - or close to it, anyway. Truth be told, he came a little harder, a little farther, due to jacking off for two naked straight boys.

 

[laptoper]

Wow, so excited that Krieg is back living next to Ryan. Can`t wait to see what happens

 

[Matt_L]

Nice! Love how Zach & Ian’s story is developing

 

[Brian S]

Still in his boxers, Krieg answered the knock at the back door. It was exactly who Krieg figured and hoped it would be - Ryan. The man stood facing Krieg, still clad in just his white Hanes briefs. His bare feet rested on the cool concrete just beyond the door's thresh hold.

The two stared at each other for a few moments; unspoken thoughts flowing in the energy between them. Krieg noticed how svelte Ryan had become; his chest was broad, his stomach flat. The dark chest hair on his torso was trimmed neatly, and it led down to his waistband and beyond. Krieg could make out the distinct lumps in Ryan's briefs - that of his balls, and of his cock, which was clearly off to the left. The man's thighs were thick still, and hairy. In working out, Ryan hadn't lost his thickness, but he had shored his body up in ways that Krieg found delightful.

Ryan, meanwhile, took in the sight of Krieg's nearly naked body; his torso slightly leaner than before, his hips more pronounced. His small nipples were perked; partially from the barbells through them, partially from the slight chill in the air. His boxers were soft cotton, white, and thin. They did little to hide the outline of Krieg's large cock, and Ryan could swear he saw it twitch once or twice.

Krieg swallowed hard, wanting to apologize. The words wouldn't come, though. He felt like an asshole and he knew he deserved it if Ryan never wanted to see him again. But Ryan was there. Ryan was standing there, silent, in his underwear. He'd come to talk, at least.

Ryan vacillated between wanting to hash things out verbally and wanting to just grab Krieg and kiss him. Both their exhaled breaths hung in the silence between them as they both felt a certain lust for one another growing inside them. Krieg couldn't discern Ryan's plan because Ryan had no plan. All he knew is he had to go over there or he'd regret it. Each of them were about to get an answer as the plan formulated itself around them; a series of small actions that dictated what they should do.

First, Ryan noticed Krieg's eyes unmistakably aimed at his bulge. With that revelation, Ryan nearly involuntarily grabbed himself, lightly. A slight smile crept over Krieg's lips, as Ryan noticed the boy's boxers beginning to tent ever so slightly. As Krieg shifted, his cock jiggled. Ryan could feel his own cock beginning to swell too. He became very aware of what he wanted, what his heart wanted, and what his cock wanted.

At once, Ryan lurched towards Krieg, placing his left hand on the small of his back to pull him closer. Within a millisecond, the gap between their bulges closed and pushed against one another. Almost no time at all passed between when their bulges met and when their lips met. Ryan pushed his face firmly against Krieg's, who returned the sentiment.

The kissing was urgent and firm, yet not completely aggressive. Their tongues met, caressing one another as the two men tasted each other's mouths. Ryan couldn't help but nibble lightly on Krieg's lower lip as the two passed their saliva back and forth to one another.

Their dicks stiffened against each other, both still trapped in their cotton prisons. Ryan found himself with his hand down the back of Krieg's boxers, groping an ass cheek; a smooth, small ass cheek. He pushed Krieg's back door shut with his foot and began walking the boy backwards through his house. As they maneuvered through the kitchen, they didn't break their kissing. Each of them released lustful grunts into each other's mouths as they soon found the stairway.

Before ascending, Ryan wrapped his hand around Krieg's hard cock through his boxers. Just a thin layer of cotton separated the skin of his palm from the skin of Krieg's cock. He stroked it, urgently and nearly lovingly, and created a wet spot on Krieg's boxers by doing so.

In return, Krieg fondled Ryan's package; first starting at Ryan's full balls, then gliding his hand over the straining dick hidden in those briefs. They continued to kiss as they groped one another, wanting to take their time but at the same time wanting to get to the main event.

 

[laptoper]

Nice. It's been a very long time coming. Don't imagine they'll take a long time cuming lol.

 

[godard]

How could Ryan ignore "the boy next door?"

Still in his boxers, Krieg answered the knock at the back door. It was exactly who Krieg figured and hoped it would be - Ryan. The man stood facing Krieg, still clad in just his white Hanes briefs. His bare feet rested on the cool concrete just beyond the door's thresh hold.

The two stared at each other for a few moments; unspoken thoughts flowing in the energy between them. Krieg noticed how svelte Ryan had become; his chest was broad, his stomach flat. The dark chest hair on his torso was trimmed neatly, and it led down to his waistband and beyond. Krieg could make out the distinct lumps in Ryan's briefs - that of his balls, and of his cock, which was clearly off to the left. The man's thighs were thick still, and hairy. In working out, Ryan hadn't lost his thickness, but he had shored his body up in ways that Krieg found delightful.

Ryan, meanwhile, took in the sight of Krieg's nearly naked body; his torso slightly leaner than before, his hips more pronounced. His small nipples were perked; partially from the barbells through them, partially from the slight chill in the air. His boxers were soft cotton, white, and thin. They did little to hide the outline of Krieg's large cock, and Ryan could swear he saw it twitch once or twice.

Krieg swallowed hard, wanting to apologize. The words wouldn't come, though. He felt like an asshole and he knew he deserved it if Ryan never wanted to see him again. But Ryan was there. Ryan was standing there, silent, in his underwear. He'd come to talk, at least.

Ryan vacillated between wanting to hash things out verbally and wanting to just grab Krieg and kiss him. Both their exhaled breaths hung in the silence between them as they both felt a certain lust for one another growing inside them. Krieg couldn't discern Ryan's plan because Ryan had no plan. All he knew is he had to go over there or he'd regret it. Each of them were about to get an answer as the plan formulated itself around them; a series of small actions that dictated what they should do.

First, Ryan noticed Krieg's eyes unmistakably aimed at his bulge. With that revelation, Ryan nearly involuntarily grabbed himself, lightly. A slight smile crept over Krieg's lips, as Ryan noticed the boy's boxers beginning to tent ever so slightly. As Krieg shifted, his cock jiggled. Ryan could feel his own cock beginning to swell too. He became very aware of what he wanted, what his heart wanted, and what his cock wanted.

At once, Ryan lurched towards Krieg, placing his left hand on the small of his back to pull him closer. Within a millisecond, the gap between their bulges closed and pushed against one another. Almost no time at all passed between when their bulges met and when their lips met. Ryan pushed his face firmly against Krieg's, who returned the sentiment.

The kissing was urgent and firm, yet not completely aggressive. Their tongues met, caressing one another as the two men tasted each other's mouths. Ryan couldn't help but nibble lightly on Krieg's lower lip as the two passed their saliva back and forth to one another.

Their dicks stiffened against each other, both still trapped in their cotton prisons. Ryan found himself with his hand down the back of Krieg's boxers, groping an ass cheek; a smooth, small ass cheek. He pushed Krieg's back door shut with his foot and began walking the boy backwards through his house. As they maneuvered through the kitchen, they didn't break their kissing. Each of them released lustful grunts into each other's mouths as they soon found the stairway.

Before ascending, Ryan wrapped his hand around Krieg's hard cock through his boxers. Just a thin layer of cotton separated the skin of his palm from the skin of Krieg's cock. He stroked it, urgently and nearly lovingly, and created a wet spot on Krieg's boxers by doing so.

In return, Krieg fondled Ryan's package; first starting at Ryan's full balls, then gliding his hand over the straining dick hidden in those briefs. They continued to kiss as they groped one another, wanting to take their time but at the same time wanting to get to the main event.

 

[fbneros]

Finally!!!

 

[Brian S]

Upstairs, Krieg laid on his back on his bed, and Ryan laid on top of him. He began grinding their hard bulges together as he resumed kissing Krieg. Both had growing wet spots in their white underwear.

Krieg's hands glided up and down Ryan's expansive back. It felt so muscular now, so manly. His fingers explored further south, first feeling the slight patch of hair Ryan had on the small of his back. Beyond that, his fingers found Ryan's waistband and soon the cotton of his briefs. The underwear was stretched taut over Ryan's full ass, and Krieg took two healthy handfuls of the man's cheeks as his ass undulated while he humped against Krieg.

Ryan soon found himself tonguing one of Krieg's nipple piercings. The boy's skin was so smooth, so soft. The nipple itself was hard, and now wet with Ryan's saliva. He dragged his lips and tongue across Krieg's chest, sensing the boy's heaving breaths as he did. He licked and nibbled on the other nipple now, flicking his tongue against it as Krieg ran his hands through Ryan's hair. Ryan began to kiss downward, Krieg's tented boxers dragging up his hairy torso as he did. He could feel Krieg's wet spot on his stomach, then his chest. He could feel the throbbing cock against his torso.

Ryan's tongue found Krieg's treasure trail, and he licked it, downward, up over the waistband of Krieg's boxers. He began to kiss the front of the boxers, Krieg's full 8 inches rising up against the side of his face. Taking a grip of the underwear on each of Krieg's sides, Ryan tugged down, first exposing Krieg's dark, trimmed pubic hair. Ryan kissed it, feeling the surprisingly soft sensation of the hair on his lips. He continued to lower Krieg's underwear and once the base of his cock was exposed, Ryan tasted it. He slid the boxers further, and further, and further, watching the length of Krieg's cock becoming exposed. It pressed downward along with his waistband, but soon enough, the throbbing, uncut cock sprang out from under the boxers. It swung upward, nearly a full 90 degrees, to slap against Krieg's stomach. It bounced upward a little, then down again, wagging until it came to rest.

Krieg lifted his legs dutifully to help Ryan in taking off his boxers. Once naked, he relaxed his legs and felt Ryan's mouth on them nearly immediately. Looking down, he could see Ryan kissing the side of his leg at his knee, could feel the wetness his mouth was leaving behind as he kissed upward.

Ryan dragged his tongue up Krieg's thigh, higher and higher until his face nudged Krieg's balls. He wasted no time in putting his mouth on them, causing Krieg to moan and tremble at the same time. He tasted Krieg's manliness as he caressed the boy's balls with his tongue and lips. Soon, he licked upward, first finding the base of Krieg's shaft, and sliding his tongue the entire 8 inches, up the underside. He could feel it throb against his tongue, and Krieg let out a soft moan.

At once, Ryan plunged his mouth around Krieg's erection, tasting the boy's precum as his tongue slid down his head.

"Unh!" Krieg gasped, feeling his body tremble. His hand came to rest gently on the back of Ryan's head. Looking down, he witnessed his cock disappearing into Ryan's eager mouth. His body trembled again as Ryan flicked his tongue against his sensitive head. "Unh!" he whined again as Ryan began to lightly tug on his foreskin with his lips.

Ryan began to bob up and down on Krieg's cock in earnest, happy to show the boy all he'd learned in their time apart. A sense of accomplishment began to wash over Ryan; a feeling of triumph, in a way. He eagerly sucked Krieg's cock, feeling it glide between his lips. He made the boy writhe; he made him moan. He wanted to keep sucking that dick until its eventual end, but he had other plans. After blowing Krieg's mind with his oral skills, Ryan backed off the bed, standing upright at the end.

Krieg scooted himself downward until he was seated at the end of his bed. Ryan had stuck his fingers into his own briefs, but Krieg took over from there. He pulled Ryan's underwear down, and the man's hard cock sprang out, wobbling to a stop in front of his face. He wasted no time in swallowing it whole.

"Unnnnnhhhh..." Ryan moaned, his voice low and guttural. As if by automatic response, he placed his hand on the back of Krieg's head. Krieg continued to suck Ryan's dick; he too had developed new skills since they last spoke. Ryan grunted and began to thrust; a motion Krieg welcomed by gripping Ryan's hips. Ryan began to fuck Krieg's mouth, his hard cock sliding in and out of the boy's lips. His balls nudged Krieg's chin as he thrust forward, and Krieg moaned, his sounds muffled by Ryan's probing dick.

Ryan felt like he could have had his cock between Krieg's lips all day, but there was still more that he wanted.

 

[laptoper]

I just know you are going to make this a very very hot extended reunion session

 

[Brian S]

Ryan pulled his dick out of Krieg's mouth and bent down to kiss him firmly on the lips. Krieg intrinsically knew what Ryan wanted, and he was eager to give it to him, at long last. The boy began to slide backwards on the bed, finally coming to rest on his back. Ryan swiped the lube from Krieg's nightstand, positioning himself on his knees between Krieg's legs, which Krieg drew up instinctively.

Krieg gasped a bit as he felt the sticky, slightly chilly substance on his hole. Ryan spread it around, worked it in, his middle finger ever so slightly penetrating Krieg's ass. As Ryan lubed his dick, Krieg reached down to touch his own cock in anticipation. It wasn't long before he felt his legs being hoisted by Ryan's manly arms, and soon after that he felt Ryan's sticky, swollen head against his ass.

"Fuck me." Krieg moaned, his voice barely audible.

Ryan grinned, pushing forward with his hips. Both men moaned in an exhale as Ryan's head pushed its way into Krieg's ass. Both their cocks swelled. Ryan continued to slide his dick inside of Krieg; slowly, but with determination, he pushed. He couldn't help but feel this was the natural end to things; the final event that had culminated between them all this time. As Ryan got his cock fully into Krieg, and his balls nudged the boy's ass, they both knew this is how it should have been in the first place. It felt so natural, so right.

"Unh! Fuck me!" Krieg moaned again, slightly louder this time. His voice was filled with an urgency that surprised even himself. His ass tingled with Ryan's cock inside it; his own cock swelled as precum began to leak from the head.

Ryan began to thrust, firmly, yet not altogether aggressively. His hips pushed against the boy's ass, causing his body to lurch with each thrust. He felt himself not wanting to fuck Krieg in the same over-the-top fashion that he'd fucked Patrick the first time. At the same time, it was still firm; the only way Ryan fucked. His thrusts were slow at first, as he felt Krieg's tight ass clamping around his cock. But soon, he hoisted the boy's legs higher, resting them on his broad shoulders, and he began to fuck faster and harder.

"Fuck me!" Krieg moaned once more, one hand draped on the bed above his head, the other firmly grasped around his own large cock. He stroked himself as Ryan fucked him, feeling more precum ooze from his dick than ever before.

Neither of them wanted to put too fine a point on it, but it was quite monumental to them. After all this time, they'd ended up where they started. It felt so long ago that Krieg had fucked Ryan in the same bed, in the same room, in the same house. They couldn't help but acknowledge that. They also couldn't help but acknowledge the similarities from before in catching each other smoking out back in their underwear. Cheesy as they both thought it was, they still felt that somehow, fate had put them there. Fate had put them out back, in their underwear, at the same time. They both knew that was truly the start of it; once they saw one another, they somehow intrinsically knew they were going to fuck. Being right back where they started dredged up those feelings, putting them exactly on the course they'd wanted to be on all along.

As Krieg's bed began to rock and the springs began to squeak, the two men got lost in one another. This eventuality seemed almost too good to be true. The two men who had started out knowing each other thinking they were straight were now engaging in the ultimate gay sex act. It was almost as if they were fucking for the first time, as if their initial encounter didn't count. Then, there were too many unsettled feelings; confused thoughts. Now, they were certain with one another for the first time ever.

"Nng...nnng...nnnnggg..." came Ryan's grunts, one for each thrust. He looked down at Krieg, at his face which displayed only lust and delirium. The boy's mouth was agape, yet also curved in a coy smile. His eyes lolled in his head as if each thrust jostled them around. His lips were moist, kissable, slightly pouty. Ryan felt sweat begin to roll down his torso slightly, entangling itself in his chest hair. "You're so fuckin' hot." he whispered, getting a wider smile from Krieg as a response.

"Fuck, Ryan...you...uuuhhh!...feel so good!" Krieg declared, his voice wavering and lustful. This felt so different to him. This felt so good. He felt...loved. Or nearly, anyway. Krieg's bottoming track record wasn't so good up until that point. Though he enjoyed his time with Patrick - his first time - Patrick had nearly fucked him into oblivion. And he was coked out of his mind at the time. The other men who had fucked him were strangers in the park, in a seedy bathroom, and they only looked at him as a hole, as a means to get off. Krieg allowed himself to ponder that for a moment. He thought of how, not that long ago, he was homeless, getting banged by strangers in dirty bathrooms for quick cash. Now he had a house, he had money, he hadn't done coke in a while and was putting normal weight back on. Moreover, he was getting fucked by someone he liked, someone he WANTED inside him. He felt a little guilty enjoying these things, enjoying his life now, for his father had to pay the ultimate price in order for him to do so. Krieg nearly literally shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts, at least for now, at least while Ryan was inside him.

Ryan settled into a beautiful rhythm, his full ass undulating in the air as he pushed his cock in and out of Krieg's. Internally, he chuckled to himself. He could hardly believe there was a time where he thought Krieg wouldn't want him. He was too old, he figured. Too fat. Had too small a cock. He didn't put himself into that mindset - Stacia's years of subtle browbeating did that. He did wallow in it, though, and for too long. He was a catch, he knew, and while he wasn't quite as egotistical as Patrick could be, he did feel good about himself. But Ryan had been restless, unsettled. Despite realizing his sexuality and coming into his own, something had always felt...off. No longer. The final piece was there, in Krieg's ass. A certain relief washed over Ryan, even as he thrust into Krieg. It having been Ryan's first time, he always felt Krieg was the boy who got away. It had been so messy between them, so awkward. Neither of them were ready to have gay sex when they did. Or, at least, they weren't mentally ready to deal with the fallout from said sex. Krieg in particular had clammed up, yet Ryan knew he wasn't completely without fault. We often rarely get a chance to revisit our awkward first times, to set things right, and neither of these two men were going to squander the opportunity.

 

[Brian S]

"Unnnhhh...fuck, Ryan!" Krieg moaned, his body being jostled around by Ryan's determined thrusting. Ryan was certainly no slouch in the topping department, Krieg noticed. At the same time, he found it interesting that this was the softest he'd ever been fucked, but Ryan wasn't fucking softly. Yet there was a care in his thrusting that had never been present in any men Krieg had allowed inside him. Ryan's cock felt good. He certainly knew how to use it. As his hard dick bounced and flopped with each of Ryan's thrusts, it leaked precum out onto his own body. It slapped and slid around in its own mess. Krieg knew his legs, nearly doubled in half, were going to be sore but he didn't care. All that mattered was Ryan was inside him, that they were making up for lost time.

"You're so fuckin' hot." Ryan panted again, his face sweaty with a look of determination.

"You're fuckin' hot, Ryan." Krieg moaned, adding, "Fuck me!"

Ryan kept thrusting, Krieg's exploratory hands grasping his sweaty back. His cock ached and he was trying like hell to fight off his eventual orgasm. He knew his stalling methods were starting to fail him, though. His hips slapped against Krieg's ass as he picked up the pace ever so slightly. He was fucking Krieg hard, but not as hard as he could fuck. Not as hard as he'd fucked Patrick. And it wasn't because he wanted it less. It was because he wanted it more; he wanted the experience to last. Ryan had let his emotions run away from him when he fucked Patrick the first time. He knew he could be rough. He knew he could be mean. He knew Patrick would always be there, no matter what. No matter how angrily he fucked him. Despite everything feeling right, he couldn't be sure about Krieg, not when he hightailed it out of town the last time they had sex. So he wanted it to last. He wanted to remember every breath, every moan, every thrust.

Still, Ryan could feel it welling up inside him. He knew he wouldn't be long; he'd already been fucking Krieg longer than he'd fucked anyone, somehow.

"I'm...I'm so close." Ryan panted.

"Are you going to cum in my ass?" Krieg asked, his tone indicating that's what he wanted to happen.

Ryan nodded. "Yeah...yeah..." He continued to pump, staving off his orgasm for as long as he could. Krieg's tight ass and lustful face and bouncing 8 inch cock got the better of him, though, and soon Ryan was about to cum. "I'm gonna!" he roared, slamming his hips firmly against Krieg's ass. With his cock buried deep within, he began to shoot. He felt like he was shooting not just cum, but all his reservations and doubts. Things had gone wrong the first time, and now they were fixed. The little thoughts of Krieg that had nagged him all this time could be laid to rest, he knew.

"Guhhhh!!!" Ryan growled, holding his cock still deep inside Krieg's ass. Krieg moaned too, enjoying the sensation of Ryan's throbbing cock inside his ass as it shot its seed. Ryan began to thrust again, his torso glistening with sweat, the strained look on his face giving way to one of complete pleasure. His cock twitched and shuddered inside Krieg's ass, and he felt his balls aching to rid themselves of their cum.

"Oh fuck, Ryan!" Krieg whined, writhing in place underneath Ryan's manly body. He grabbed his large cock to jack it, furiously pumping it as Ryan came up his ass. Krieg couldn't recall his dick ever feeling quite so hard as it did just then. Ryan's body spasmed a bit as his cock finished its mission. Everything on him twitched, and his body shuddered hard as his orgasm came to a close. Soon, he was panting, red-faced and sweaty. His swollen cock still rested inside Krieg as Krieg stroked his own hard dick feverishly. Ryan pulled out only because he wanted to suck Krieg.

"Unh!" Krieg whined as Ryan's mouth wrapped around his cock. "I'm so close..." he panted, knowing it wouldn't be long. He was right. Ryan's tongue swirled around his swollen, sensitive head, and he could feel his cock pulsing. "I'm gonna cum!" Krieg yelped, the loudest he'd been yet. He barely got the words out before Ryan's mouth began filling up with his load. Ryan savored the taste as Krieg's cum washed over his tongue and down his throat. He swallowed, eagerly, happy that he got to please Krieg again, and better than before. Much better than before.

Krieg whined as if his cum hurt, and his body writhed on the bed as he felt himself up. He suddenly shuddered, hard, and had to stop Ryan from continuing to suck. Ryan pulled his mouth from Krieg's cock, still holding the base, and he smiled. Krieg smiled back.

 

[laptoper]

Sensational. God, I would love to have been either one of them or both lol in that seismic fuck. Looking forward to hearing how they both respond this time. Very differently I bet. One of the best stories I have read here and certainly the one I have waited batedly for the most by far. Can't tell you how much I appreciate your story telling skills. Thank you Brian

 

[Brian S]

*****2037*****

Patrick sauntered to answer Ryan's front door. Being unfailingly himself, he did so naked. His meaty cock swung in front of him, bouncing off his still-muscular thighs. At nearly 50, Patrick was in just as good shape as ever. He'd settled into his role as a "daddy" - his crow's feet at his temples only added to his hotness. The salt and pepper in his hair was faint, but noticeable. He'd seen the cute boy approaching, and couldn't resist opening the door naked.

As he did, he realized just how attractive the boy was. Clad in a form-fitting, tight t-shirt and grey sweats, the kid cut a sexy, twinkish figure. Patrick assumed there was no way this visitor was wearing underwear, as what appeared to be the largest cock he'd ever come across loomed behind the grey material.

The boy stopped short at the sight of Patrick's naked body. A burst of lust washed over him as he checked out Patrick's thick cock, so brazenly on display.

"Can I help you?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah, um..." The boy stalled, blushing, unable to think of what to say. "I guess I'll just...I'll just say it. My name's Asher, and I'm your son."

A deafening silence fell between Patrick and Asher, as Patrick's heart began to race in his chest. For the first time in perhaps ever, Patrick cupped his crotch, attempting to shield it from the boy's sight.

"Ex...excuse me?" Patrick asked, his mind whirring. "What did you say?"

"You're my dad. I mean...your name is Ryan, right?"

"Uh...no. No it isn't." Patrick said. "Ryan!" Patrick hollered, his mouth nearly hanging open. He turned slightly to look behind him, seeing Ryan approaching in the background, also naked. "No, no. Clothes! Put on clothes!" Patrick warned. He then turned his attention to this Asher. "Why don't you...just...come in. We'll get decent."

Patrick hightailed it out of the entry way, and now that Asher knew the man wasn't his dad, he allowed himself to check out Patrick's meaty bubble butt as he dashed to the next room.

"What's going on?" Ryan asked, stepping into some briefs.

"Just...put your clothes on. You uh...this is weird. Just put your clothes on."

**********

"...and then they told me the truth." Asher shrugged. The three were now seated in Ryan's living room, and Ryan felt like the walls were closing in on him.

"So..." he began, with no clear verbal destination. "So...you thought Beau was your dad?" he finally asked, even though Asher had gone over it already.

"Yeah. All this time. Mom didn't really want me to know I was yours cuz...well, I guess shit ended badly?" Asher reasoned.

"You could say that." Patrick muttered.

"So...wait...she was...with you...when..." Ryan murmured.

"Yeah. That's what she told me, anyway. When she left you, she was pregnant with me. She knew it." Asher confirmed.

"Oh Jesus Christ." Ryan gasped. Of all the shady, despicable things Stacia had ever done, this had to take the grand prize.

"I think she hoped I was da-I mean, Beau's. But I guess they got a test done a long time ago...before I can remember." Asher shrugged.

"And she kept it a secret all this time?" Patrick asked, shaking his head. "There's...there's no love lost between me and your mom, sorry." he said to Asher, in an almost apology.

"No worries. She's...yeah...I mean, she's my mom, but..."

Another silence fell over the room as Ryan processed the information Asher had just given him. Patrick looked at Ryan; observed him. Waited for a reaction. After a few minutes, Asher spoke again.

"Are...are you two a couple?" he asked.

"More or less." Patrick answered, letting Ryan think and process.

"Well, I'm gay too, so...like father, like son I guess, huh?" Asher asked, laughing, trying to diffuse the tension.

Yeah, except for whatever's in those sweats, kid, Patrick thought. Of course he didn't give one fuck about what size Ryan's dick was, and certainly not after all those years. The fact of the matter couldn't hide itself, however.

"Well...wow...I..." Ryan couldn't really finish a sentence, but neither Asher nor Patrick needed him to. They understood what he was trying to say. Without another word, Ryan stood up, stretching his arms out. Asher stood too, and the two embraced. Ryan broke down in tears immediately, sobbing onto Asher's shoulder. "It's...it's nice to meet you...son."

 

[Brian S]

Well guys...there it is. I have come to the place where I want to stop this story. I want to thank everyone for following and all the fantastic words of encouragement I got over the duration of this beast. You guys seriously kept me going, even when I disappeared for a while. Knowing I made so many of you horny so many times with my words has been a reward unto itself!

BUT! Even though this is over, it's not really OVER. I have already begun planning not one, but TWO spin-offs/continuations. I plan on working on them concurrently, so that if I do tire of one, I can work on the other. You guys, seriously, thank you so much! I'm so happy with the way this turned out, and I didn't even really plan anything ahead of time - I just wrote and wrote and wrote and rolled with the punches that I threw myself. Once I get new threads started, I will link to them here. I think you all will like what I have in mind...

 

[godard]

Thanks so much--and your story lives on as long as it remains on the system for others to enjoy...looking forward to the spin-offs!

 

[laptoper]

AAAHHHHH!!!!, such mixed feelings. Thankyou so much for the whole story. I did so want to know what happened between Ryan and Krieg after there reunion however. I will look forward to the spinoffs though. Thanks again!

 

[fbneros]

And What about Ian and Zack? They never fucked each other!

 

[Brian S]

The first spin-off has been started! GO HERE!

 

[Brian S]

Aaaand the second one HERE!