Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2010 13:13:12 -0500
From: Jason Clarkson <jclarkson35@gmail.com>
Subject: My Stud Ryan, Chapter 3

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Summer turned into Fall which unfortunately turned into another cold
Chicago winter.  Ricky had popped over a few times which was always hot and
I had a great time with a "friend" when I traveled for work to Atlanta.
So, my need for extra-curriculars with men was certainly being satisfied.
However, thoughts of Ryan kept creeping back into my head.  I wasn't
obsessing about him, but I found myself checking that email account every
so often hoping he might have sent me a note.  Alas, the inbox was always
empty.  I usually was checking because it was late at night and everyone
was fast asleep at my house.  So, inevitably, I would enjoy a nice jack
session starring Ryan.  My disappointment turned into a few moments of
erotic enjoyment.

I was up late on a Sunday night in mid December.  It was a school night so
the kids and wife were all in bed.  I was enjoying a few beers while
finishing up a presentation for a new marketing campaign at work.  After I
put the work away for the night, I decided to have one more beer.  I did
some usual surfing that I enjoy when I have some private time and enjoying
a nice buzz.  When I guzzled down the last of this beer, I was headed to
bed.  I gave a quick check of the email account, which displayed 0 new
messages in my inbox, as I expected.  The surfing had me really horned and
the beer added a touch of bravery.  "Fuck it," I said to myself, "it can't
hurt to send him a note."  I figured there were only a few things that
could happen:

1. He would just ignore the email and not respond.  2. He would send a
nasty reply telling me to stay the fuck away from him.  3. He would reply
that he was glad I contacted him and yes he wanted to meet up again.

I knew option 3 was wishful thinking, but I realized options 1 and 2
weren't going to cause me any grief.  After a few attempts at a lame
subject and even lamer body of the email, I went with a very simple
approach:

Subject: hey Body: wanna try again?

I quickly hit send before I changed my mind.  It was 1:30am and I was
officially drunk.  Even if he answered right now, I wasn't driving
anywhere.  So, I logged off the computer for the night and went to bed.

I woke up with a decent hangover and was definitely dragging.  The shower
pumped some life into and the ice cold coke had me ready to go by the time
I sat down at my desk.  I remembered the email I sent.  Nervously, I
checked the account to see if there was a response.  I was slightly
relieved to see there wasn't one.  "Oh well," I thought, "I gave it a try."

It was Christmas time.  My wife and kids were off school and so I didn't
have much time alone.  We were plenty busy with decorating, shopping and
parties anyway.  Ryan was the furthest thing from my mind.

I got around to checking email on the afternoon of New Year's Eve.  There
was a message in my inbox!  And, it was from Ryan.  I checked the date and
time.  I was too nervous to read it just yet.  He sent it at 2:27am on the
27th.  So, it was late Saturday night, the day after Christmas.  I
anxiously opened it.  I felt my heart start to race.

It was his usual response:

U up??

I loved it.  No mention of it being so long or about last time or anything.

I know he was drunk and wanted his dick sucked.  Plain and simple.  I was
disappointed I missed the opportunity.  I replied:

sorry i missed you. happy new year!  hope to catch u soon.

I logged off and got back to preparing for our New Year's Eve party.  The
rest of the Christmas break kept me very occupied, so I wasn't able to even
check for a response.  I finally checked that email account around the 6th
of January, but there was no response.

Knowing that Ryan responded and he was up for another meeting seemed to
give me some closure.  Sure, I was still up for meeting him again, but I
was much more casual about it.

I was lying in bed around midnight on the 12th with my computer on my lap.
I was doing some work and watching some tv.  My wife was fast asleep next
to me.  I was logged into that email account as well.  I just had a feeling
that he was gonna hit me up, and I didn't want to miss it.

I saw the notice flash in the corner.  New mail from Ryan Jones, Subj: Re:
Hey.  I quickly switched to that window to read the usual:

u up??????

"Hmmm, I wonder if the extra question marks meant he was really horny," I
smirked to myself.

I instantly replied (I being much wordier than Ryan):

yeah man, i am. how is it going?

I awaited his response.  After an excruciating 19 minutes, the response hit
my inbox: get over here and suck this dick right now

I felt my dick immediately throb as I read it.  I felt myself falling into
the trance again:

on my way stud

I hit send and closed the laptop.  I quietly got out of bed, slipped on
sweat pants and a hoodie and crept out of the bedroom.  I got in the car
and headed over.  My cock was now rock hard and I couldn't resist reaching
into my sweats and softly stroking it while I drove.

The lights were out in his house as I pulled up.  The drill was the same.
The door was open.  The dog barked when I entered.  Ryan yelled down,

"Make sure it is closed, and get up here"

I kicked off my shoes, and headed up the stairs.  I pulled off my hoodie as
I walked.

The room was dark but the moon was full and added a bit of light through
the window.  He was standing by the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers.

"Get over here on your knees and suck my dick," he commanded.

I didn't say a word, but I obediently walked over and dropped to my knees.
I pulled off my tshirt and pressed my face against his crotch.

"Oh yes, play with it. Get my cock nice and hard so you can suck it."

I rubbed my face against his soft cock and slid my hand up the leg of his
boxers to gain access.  Even soft, it felt so meaty.  I softly stroked it
as I soaked in his scent.

There was a bit of a slur in his speech which made me think he was more
than buzzed.  That was confirmed when I smelt the alcohol emanating from
his pores.  I found his smell quite an intoxicating mixture of alcohol,
cigarettes and the usual manliness of a crotch.

I guided the hardening cock out of the fly of his boxers, so that I could
get my tongue on it.

"Fuck yeah, put it in your mouth and get it hard.  You better get me hard!"
he said with authority.

I was in heaven.  He was drunk and so this was going to take awhile.  I was
going to have to work extra hard to get my prize.

I took his cock in my mouth.  Since it was not full size yet, it fit very
nicely.  I closed my lips around it and slowly sucked.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good" he moaned in a voice raised a pitch or two
minus the commanding tone.

I felt his cock growing in my mouth.  So, I started to slowly slide it in
and out, using my hand to guide it.  It was still a bit floppy so I didn't
want it falling out.  I figured the stroking with my hand would also help
get the blood flowing, too.

I let out a soft moan as his cock continued to grow and I continued to
slobber all over it.

"Yeah, you love my cock, don't you?" he asked in an almost playful tone.

"mmm, uh uh" I mumbled while still working on his tool.

I pulled it all the way out and tugged at his boxers to remove them, while
I said:

"I have missed it so much; I haven't had any other cock since the last
time"

Sure, it was a lie, but what I really meant was that I hadn't serviced any
cock like I was doing for him.  I was too busy to explain all of that
though.

He stepped completely out of his boxers.  His cock was now rock hard and he
shoved it into my mouth:

"Oh that feels so good.  Fuck yeah, suck my dick.  Yeah, keep doing that."

He apparently liked the twirl move I was giving him.  I was wrapping my
tongue all around his cock head and then slide it deep in my mouth,
tightening my lips around the shaft as it entered.  Then, I would stroke up
the shaft as it slid from my mouth and then repeat it on the way back in.
It was exhausting but his urging me on helped me to keep doing it.

After a few more minutes, he pulled away, and dove into the bed.  He
sprawled out on it sideways.

"Get up here." He ordered.

I stood up, deftly removing my sweat pants and boxers.  He was half way up
against the wall.  I wasn't sure exactly where he wanted me, but I assumed
my head on his cock would be acceptable.  So, I went back to work.
Stroking and sucking his beautiful cock while he moaned and groaned in
pleasure.

Suddenly, he reached over and grabbed my hips and started to flip me around
into a 69 position.  We were sideways on the bed so I didn't really fit,
but I curled the best I could while trying to leave my dick exposed.  I
wasn't sure what he had in mind, so I was letting him lead.  I kept working
his cock while he positioned us both more comfortably.

I felt his hand grab my cock.  Hard and fast, he stroked me while I sucked
him.  I started to stroke him hard and fast as I knew I couldn't match his
pace with my mouth.  I let my tongue and lips rest on his cock head as my
hand pulsed up and down his shaft.  I felt his cock head bouncing against
my mouth.

Ryan continued to pleasure my cock with his hand while I did the same to
him.  He continued to moan and groan and announce his satisfaction at how
good this felt.

His face was close to my cock.  I think he wanted to suck it, but he just
continued to tease me with his hand.  I could feel his breath on it, but I
longed for his wet mouth.  His stroking was working quite nicely, however,
and I actually started to fear that I might lose it and shoot all over his
face.  That, I was certain, would probably get me punched.

With all his verbal cries and the sweet taste of precum that I was
receiving, I knew he still wasn't very close to cumming.

He stopped his attack on my cock as quickly as he started.  He pulled my
head off of his cock, and got up and stood by the bed.

"Keep sucking it, don't stop!" he ordered again, but now there was some
desperation in his voice.

I rose up on all fours and let him start to fuck my face.  I was gagging as
he was jamming his cock hard into my mouth.  The angle wasn't right so his
cock had no chance of getting down my throat from this position.  I pulled
away and flip over onto my back.  I kicked away from the wall so that my
head was hanging over the edge of the bed.

I grabbed his cock and pulled it into my mouth.  He staggered a bit but
regained his balance.  He quickly realized this was a better angle and
started to work it in and out quickly.  He put his hands on my shoulders
and leaned in.  He slowed down his thrusts and went in deep.  My throat
opened and I could feel his cock head enter.  He went in deeper.  His pubes
tickled my face.  Further he plunged.  I felt his weight smash against my
face, cutting off any chance of breathing.

I concentrated on his cock which was in my throat much further than I had
ever even imagined it could go.  I swallowed and swallowed trying to
massage this perfect piece of meat as best I could.

I was beginning to panic a bit as I really couldn't breathe at all.  I
hoped Ryan would relent so I wouldn't have to push him off of me.  What if
he forced me to, but then resisted and wouldn't get off.  I suddenly felt
completely helpless.  My cock jumped at the realization.

Luckily, Ryan relented, but only for an instant.  Thankfully enough for me
to catch a breath, but then his cock was back in.  He had the right angle
now and was able to slide his throbbing pole into me quicker.  So, he
picked up the pace and began to pulverize my throat.

He was doing all the work, and I could feel him begin to labor.  I was
running my hands over his body, any parts that I could reach.  I felt the
sweat begin to pour out as he continued to punish me.

Again, his sounds were music to my ears, but they definitely lacked the
urgency of someone who was about to shoot a huge load.

He finally tired and pulled out.  He dragged me off the bed again.  He was
on his knees, resting his ass on ankles, breathing heavily.  I was on my
knees in front of him.  He pulled me by my hips closer to him.  I started
to stroke his cock with my right hand.  There was so much of my spit on his
cock, my hand glided over it nicely.  He did the same to me.  My dick was
bone dry, but his muscular grip still felt amazing.

I leaned in so our chests were touching each other.  I rested my chin on
his shoulder.  I ran my left hand down his back and over his ass.

"Fuck, he had an amazing ass," I thought.

I concentrated on his ass with my left hand while I continued to stroke his
slick cock with my right.  I rubbed and squeezed his muscular cheeks.  His
verbal chimes didn't change while I enjoyed the feeling of his ass in my
hands.  He didn't urge me on but didn't try to stop me either.

I wanted to kiss him so bad, or at least suck on his neck or something.  I
was too afraid it would be crossing the line.  "This straight stud ain't
fucking kissing another guy," I mimicked his commanding voice in my head as
I thought it.

Suddenly, I had hit the point of no return. I was so engrossed in feeling
Ryan's ass one hand, his meaty, slimy cock in the other and our bodies
pressing against each other, I couldn't control the pleasure Ryan's hand
was providing my rock hard cock.

"Oh shit," I panicked, "I am gonna shoot all over him and his floor.  He is
gonna kill me!"

I quickly pulled away and sprawled out.  My cock was starting to leak
heavily as my balls tightened up.  Instead of feeling the cold, hard wood
against my cock, I felt what I hoped was my sweat pants.  My cum just
poured out.  My body trembled.

I leaned in and took Ryan's cock back in my mouth, and sucked it furiously.
My cock continued to shoot as I rubbed it against the cool nylon of my
sweats.

My whole body continued to shake and convulse as I stroked and sucked Ryan
harder and faster.

Finally, his voice changed.

"Oh yes, I am gonna cum."

Just the opposite of last time, he put his hands on my head.  He wanted to
be sure that I swallowed his load this time.  He slowed my sucking down so
that he could control me, getting me to hit his cock perfectly to put him
over the edge.

"Yes, take my load, swallow my cum" he yelled.

His cock was deep in my mouth when it erupted.  I felt his cum squirt to
the sides of my mouth after it banged off the back.  It poured over my
teeth onto my tongue so that I was given the pleasure of tasting his warm
seed.  He moved my head back and forth over his cock, allowing me to milk
all the juice from his balls.  His body spasmed and he gasped as the last
few powerful jolts ran through him.  I swallowed down the last of his cum
as it eeked out of his softening cock.

When he had nothing left, he pulled me off his cock.  He stood up, but was
a bit wobbly.

"Of fuck, oh fuck, that was awesome," he said, still breathing heavy.

I laid there on the ground, softly grinding my cock into the cum soaked
garment.  I was still hoping that it was my sweat pants.  I was relieved to
see Ryan grab his boxers and toss them on.  As hot as it would have been to
cum in his undies, I was glad I didn't have to explain that.  Actually I
was a bit amused as I watched him struggle a bit.  The tough guy was spent
and it was taking quite an effort to get his boxers on.

I got up and gathered my clothes, which was not easy in the dark.  Yes,
they were my sweat pants, thankfully.  Well, except, now I had to put them
on all covered in my cum.

"I gotta go to sleep, dude," Ryan said as he collapsed into bed.  "Make
sure you close the door all the way," he added.

"I guess that means I am not invited to sleep over," I said to myself,
smiling, as I finished getting dressed.

"OK, later dude," I said to him as I headed out of the room, hoping I was
wearing my clothes and something of his by mistake.  My cum soaked pants
were sticking to my leg.  My balls had that wonderful achy feeling and the
taste of Ryan's cum still lingered in my mouth.


That's it for Chapter Three.  Sorry it was so long!  I guess Ryan enjoyed
it because he was looking for me the next night too.  I will cover that in
Chapter 4 as Ryan takes it to another level.  Please send any comments to
me at jclarkson35@gmail.com.