“Ryan”

Ryan looked good today. A white t-shirt stretched over him hanging just low enough not to expose the band of his underwear above the waist of his low riding, baggie carpenter pants. A ball cap covered his buzzed, bleached out hair. Bright blue eyes and a sexy smile adorned his face, a tight three-inch goatee sprouting from his chin gave him a rebel look. His deep voice resonated in the small apartment as he talked.

We were at a friends hanging out and drinking beer. I tried to keep from staring at Ryan, but it was hard. He is not the type I usually go for and I couldn’t explain why I was so attracted to him. I had been since first meeting him a year ago. He’s a sexy guy. He’s straight so I’ve never directly hit on him. I have teased him a few times about hooking up. He takes in stride. I know he has never had a gay experience before so I’m careful not to offend him.

When it was time for our friend to leave for work we were in no condition to drive. She told us to stay at her place until she returned five hours later. Not having any alternative we stayed.

The beer only lasted another hour. Not being able to drive and without a liquor store nearby we decided to raid Rachel’s cabinets in hope of finding a bottle. It took no time to locate a couple bottles of whiskey. We crashed on the sofa, turned on some music videos and took turns sipping from the bottle.

By the time we started on the second bottle we were getting drunk. Ryan had relaxed quite a lot. We exchanged several personal stories, the kind guys don’t always share with each other. The alcohol and Ryan’s relaxed attitude was making me want him even more. He made it worse by telling me about his girlfriend and how she never wants to fool around anymore. I tried to sound sympathetic but my thoughts kept turning to how horny he must be.

He fell silent for a few minutes. Not caring how he might react I took a chance. Trying to keep my voice from shaking I asked, “ Aren’t you horny?”

The question didn’t phase him, “ Yeah! I beat off twice a day.”

In a joking manner I pushed further, “ Why haven’t you called me? “ I’d help you out.”

He turned to me with a laugh, “I might if things don’t change.”

Throwing sense out the window I reached over and slid my hand into the top of his pants. The loose jeans made it easy for me to get inside and rub him through the thin fabric of his boxers. He didn’t even flinch so I didn’t stop. He began to grow hard under my touch. Without letting go of him I used my other hand to open his jeans. His cock was solid and thick, about seven inches long. I left him long enough to pull his boxers down exposing his manhood. I was surprised to find he was uncut. My hand moved to squeeze the tight sack below. Ryan leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

My hand moved over his thick meat, each down stroke pulling his hood back revealing a dark red mushroom. My tongue found the trail of hair from his naval and traced it down to the treasure at the end. I held him tight at the base and