Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2005 03:47:09 -0800 (PST)
From: sekretpower <sekretpower@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Lust For Ryan

This story is based on fiction.  If you do not like
love story based on gay sex, do not proceed further.
Although written in such a way, remember to practice
safe sex.
I never like to rush into sex in my stories.  I prefer
the build-up to the climax.  Hope you have the
patience for the story.  Thanks.
Write me if you like the story - sekretpower@yahoo.com


	I first saw him when I was rushing into my building
in the rain.  What I could see was a young guy, wet,
standing near the front entrance, with his hands
folded in front of his chests.  We had eye-contact.
In this late evening, I had to be careful with
whomever I bumped into.  Robberies and theft were not
uncommon in my area.
	I scrambled for the door, thankful that I could get
out of the rain.  Once inside, I stood there for a
while, allowing more water to drip down from my soaked
clothes.  I checked outside, to make sure that he did
not follow me in.  He did not.  He was not even
glancing my way.
	I saw his car.  It was parked near the entrance.
	Although I did not have a good look at him, at that
age, I could be forgiven for suspecting that he was
one of the guys, studying in the college nearby.
	So, why here?  The car broke down?

	The hot shower felt great.  I really needed that.
After a long tiring day, stuck in the lab, trying to
get the results for my paper writing, and then, to be
greeted by the heavy rain, this was a great relief.
	No, I was not a science geek.  One could say that I
was a rare one.  Even I was puzzled by this.  I was
very much involved since the elementary school, in
almost every form of games.  I was more into running
back then.  And then, in high school, my passion
turned to swimming.  And I played for the school,
which was partially responsible for my college
scholarship.  And then, in college, I got involved in
waterpolo.  But all this time, my interest for my lab
work never changed.  I was good in it.  And I liked
being good in what I could do.  It was a sense of
pride.  It was a sense of joy.  It was a joy to be
proud.  I was good.
	And the time I spent on the field, or pool, helped to
keep me in shape.  I looked good.  In high school,
girls were betting to see who would take my virginity
away.  But it was my best friend's elder sister,
Jessie, who taught the inexperienced, nervous me, the
world of sex, while my best friend was sleeping in the
room next door.
	Jessie taught me sex, but it was Jessie's boyfriend,
Mark, who had helped me to realize that I was gay.  In
the threesome I was allowed to join, Jessie and Mark
pushed me to try something new.  And in the wilderness
of exploring the joy of sex with older couple, I
realized it was handsome Mark whom I was more
interested in.  The exploration of his body made me so
hard, that I knew I had to be gay.
	So, here, ten years later, I was looking at myself in
the mirror, the guy who had come to identify himself
comfortably, as a gay.  The sport did me good.  I
liked what I saw in the mirror.  Hard body,
well-formed chests, and a nice six pack.  I inherited
my parents' good look, while the willy stood 5 inches
soft.  Hard, it would stretch to a solid 9 inches that
kept my sex partners happy.
	Sex partners, coz I never wanted to stick to only
one.  Why one, when I could have varieties?  Why one,
when being attached would attract unwelcomed
commitment?  Why one, when I could roam freely,
seeking whenever I liked, for the kind of guys I
liked?
	I had a few more months to enjoy the college life,
before work.  Even at the present, I had enough supply
of hot guys from the college pick-ups, or a gay bar in
the town that I did not have to worry about going
hungry for sex.  I was offered research financial
assistance for my Master degree immediately, after my
graduation.  There were a few offers.  The one I ended
up with, was the different one from my old college.  I
needed change.  I needed a new environment.  So, I
packed up and moved.  Got myself this cozy apartment,
which my grant had helped to pay.
	I was good to go.  A paid Master degree, a flexible
research time, a new area with new guys to check out
and a life with no commitment.  I was enjoying my
life.

	I was hungry.  The whole week of struggling to
complete my research had taken so much of my time,
that I failed to fill up my food cabinet, or the
fridge.
	On my way back from the closest convenience shop, I
saw him again.  He was still standing at the same
spot.  He was shivering.  His hand was holding a
mobile phone, and he was cursing softly.
	I was curious, but wished that I was strong enough
not to get involved.  When I passed by him, there was
eye-contact.  Damn, he was gorgeous!  Shoulder-length
hair, and an oval-shaped face.  He had this
gentle-featured face, but his eyes... there was
something about his eyes.. you know, those mysterious
and secretive...
	He stopped cursing, when I walked by.
	'Tough night, huh?' I said, as I carried my plastic
bag of food.  I looked out at the pouring rain, but I
noticed he was looking at his car.  Realizing that I
was referring to the rain, he muttered a 'yeah'.
	'Your car?' I inquired.  Not that I was suspecting
him of trying to steal someone else's.
	'Yeah.  Broke down.'  He said 'broke down' like it
was some sort of betrayal by the car or life, on his
fate that night.
	'Oh..' I uttered. 'So?  Called anyone?'
	'Yeah.. I mean, tried to.  The battery went dead.
Fuck!' His hand raised up, to show that he meant his
handphone.
	I looked around.  I could not recall when I last
checked around the place for a public phone.  Not that
I used it before.  I always had my faithful mobile
phone with me.
	'Here.' I offered mine.
	He was quiet.  And then, he smiled gratefully,
reaching out for my phone.
	I stood around, when he dialed the numbers.  And
again.  And again.
	'Fuck!' he cursed again.  And then, he mumbled
something onto the phone, as he turned his back to me.
	It took him a few more seconds, but he turned around,
forcing himself to smile, returning the phone back to
me.
	'Got anyone?' I asked.
	He shook his head.  'Nope.  Must be at the party.'
	'Oh..' I uttered.  Kinda pitied him.  'So.. you're
gonna be ok here?' I had to ask.
	He raised his shoulders slightly, as if he was
unsure.  But he still managed a smile.  Hack, I was
not sure how that was gonna be answered too.
	I smiled back, and turned away, before I heard him
saying thanks.  I turned one more time to show him a
smile back.  But when I looked at him, in his dim
corner, with the rain at the back, I felt bad.  I had
to ask him.
	'Wanna come up?' I asked, with my finger pointed up
to the building.
	His eyes followed my finger, and although unsure, he
said ok.

	'Forgive the mess.  I am not a good house-keeper,' I
apologized when he entered my place.  The living room
was trashed with old newspapers, empty beer cans and
boxes of Chinese food.
	'You live alone?' he asked, as his eyes scanned the
room.  And when his eyes rested on the poster of naked
guys hugging one another on one of the walls, he
quickly diverted his eyes away, politely.
	My eyes followed from the poster too, to his eyes,
and nodded a yes.
	'The bathroom is on the right.  I'll get you the
towel,' I said, pointing the direction to him.
	'Thanks,' he said, with a wide grin.  Now that I
could see him clearer, I had to admit that I was wrong
about him being gorgeous.  He was more than gorgeous.
He looked so damn good that I wanna eat him up, there
at that moment.
	His steps left water dripped onto the floor.  Not
that I mind.  I had this angel in my apartment.  I was
too excited to be upset.
	The shower was running.  The bathroom door was opened
slightly, when I brought the towel.  I knocked softly,
to be greeted by a 'yeah' from him.  I pushed the
door, and saw his wet clothes on the floor.  The
shower curtain was drawn, stopping my eyes from
enjoying what I had hoped.  So, maybe he was straight.
	'I leave the towel by the sink.  And my shorts, and a
t-shirt too.  Figured you could wear them', I said.
He was only a few years younger than me.  Our body
sizes were almost the same.
	He pushed the curtain back a bit, poking his head
through, to say thanks.  I was hoping to see more.
But my wish was not granted.
	I left, half-heartedly.

	'Hungry?' I asked, when he showed up.  I was
disappointed that he was wearing my t-shirt when he
came out.  I was looking for signal, and if he was
gay, he would have taken the chance to come on to me.
I mean, when he looked around in the living room, and
the bathroom, there were enough posters and mags lying
around to tell him what I liked.  And he should know
that he was something I would like.
	I was topless, showing off my body.  With a low cut
shorts, strapping to my hips, I was trying to turn on,
however much I could.
	'Where's the mop?' he asked.
	'What?'
	'Mop?' he asked again, pointing at the drops of water
on the floor.
	'Oh...' I realized his intention.  'Nah, forget about
that.. Come over here.  Let's eat something.'
	Looking half-guilty, he walked over, with his hand
still rubbing the towel on his wet hair.
	'So, what are you doing in town this late?' I asked.
I was disappointed again.  I was almost naked in front
of him, and he was diverting his eyes elsewhere.  I
was at a lost cause.  I passed him his plate of
sandwich.
	'Work,' he said.  'But a part-time work.  I am a
student.'  His eyes did a quick check on my body, as
they lingered to my face.
	So, he was only admiring my built.  Well, at least my
hardwork was not totally ignored.  I was okay with
that.  I loved it when gays worshipped my hard body.
And I liked it too, when straight guys envy it.
	'At the college?' I asked.
	He nodded his head.
	'Same as me, then.  Name?' I asked.
	'Oh, I am sorry... Ryan.  You?' he asked.
	'Josh.  Short for Joshua.'
	'I don't think I bump into you in the college,' he
said.
	I nodded my head.  'I spent my time in the lab.  A
lot.  For my Master degree,' I said, feeling a little
proud by the look of another admiration from him.  I
got that a lot, from other guys too.  'Shirt - ok for
you?' I asked, while I slowly wore mine.  I was giving
up on these slow conversation.  It did not show any
sign of leading to sex.  I got myself a straight, most
likely.
	'Alright,' he said, but my head was picturing him
going-commando in my shorts.  I wondered how big he
was.
	I made him a hot drink.
	The rest of the evening was spent on getting to know
him a bit.  And him, knowing me a bit too.

	He had a girlfriend - Laura.  Damn!  Curses!  He
tried to contact her, but could not get through.  He
stayed in dorm.  Studied business studies, in his
second year.  Working part-time in a fast food
restaurant two blocks away from my apartment.  Had to
work, to cover tuition fees.  Parents in another
state.
	I did not have a boyfriend.  Alone.  Been around for
the past 6 months, in the college.  Had no time for
others.  It was lab, in front of computer, pub, in
bed, in bed fucking, sex anywhere, gym and more.
Hardly had time to visit home, nor time for a steady.
Nor time to clean the apartment.  I laughed when I
said that, coz he was looking around, agreeing with
me.
	We sat on the sofa, with my knee trying to get closer
to his, but it was not making any progress.  I was
semi-hard, just watching him.  He was either talking,
listening, or looking around my place.
	By the time of the end of the conversation, I could
tell that he was impressed by my life - what I had
accomplished, what I had done etc.  And I was
impressed by the smooth body he had, as shown when the
t-shirt rested nicely on his front.  And I saw a nice
bulge on him, but he did not seem to take note of my
admiration.
	I invited him to stay overnight, which he had to
accept.  Further attempts to contact his friends
failed.  And the rain did not seem to let up.
	I offered him two choices - my double-size bed with
me, or the couch.  He chose the sofa, with a polite
smile.  I guess I could not push my luck.
	He was welcomed to watch the tv, if he had wanted to.
 But told him to be careful with any tapes, coz it
would not be of his liking.  He smiled, knowing what I
had meant.  And that made me wanting to fuck him more
- a gay-friendly straight.
	I retreated to bed, sleepy, tired and slightly
disappointed.

	Woke up the next morning, to find Ryan had already
left.  But he did make me a plate of sandwich in
return, for breakfast, with a small thank-you note.
Said that he had a morning class to rush to.
	A check out my window, I could still see his car.  He
must had taken the bus.
	I was disappointed.  I was kinda hoping to see him
again, he left so quietly.  But nevertheless, his car
was still around.  He would be back.
	Or that maybe I would bump into him in campus.
	With this small hope, I smiled to myself, and headed
for shower.

	When I came back in the evening the following day,
his car was gone.  I was surprised to find myself
disheartened by that.  I must had been really
desperate to see Ryan again.

	Perhaps there was a God after all.
	A week later, there was a knock on my door, close to
midnight.  Ryan was at my door, grinning, holding a
bag of leftovers from his restaurant.  I almost did
not recognize him, coz he had cut his hair shorter.
And he looked even better, looking more appealing, and
man-ly.
	Someone left as he had wanted to enter the building,
he said.  That was why he did not buzz.
	He brought my clothes over too.
	I invited him in, and we chatted until 2am, before he
got up to go.
	'Sleep here,' I invited.
	'It's ok.  I should go,' he answered.
	'Stay.  Please?'  I did not know what made me say
that.  I mean, me?  Saying 'please'?  Wasn't that
kinda of degrading for myself?  I never had to say it
to anyone.  So, why him?
	It was either in my 'please?' that made him paused to
answer.  Was I interested in him?  Should he be
scared?  Or he disliked to say 'no' to a friend?
	"Another time, ok?' he said.  'Got to fetch Laura.'
	Oh.. Laura. The name I had forgotten to link his sex
life to.  What was I thinking?  Hitting, and hoping on
a straight?
	'Ok, Ryan,' I said, trying to act cool.  'Drop by
anytime.  You know where I live.'
	He smiled, as his eyes scanned around my living room.
 Fine, the place was not an image of art, but one
could still afford to call it home.  Messy was messy.
It was not like those guys who came back home with me
for sex minded the mess.
	'You could do some cleaning up, you know,' Ryan
teased.
	'I'm not into it.  But you're most welcomed to do so.
 I'll pay,' I teased him back.
	'How much?' he asked.
	That, I did not expect.  I was only kidding.. but
then again, if that would mean my seeing him more...
	'20?'  It just popped out of my head, without much
thinking.  It was not like I could not afford this.
	'25, and I would even fill up your fridge for you.'
	'Deal.'
	'Deal, then,' he smiled, with a devilish smile, as if
he had made a good bargain.  'I work on flexi hour.
You cool with that?'
	It was alright for me.  'The spare key's above the
door.'
	He nodded his head.  'Okay, then.  I really got to
go.'
	When he walked out, I was left wondering what I was
trying to do, or what I was hoping for, to see him
again.

	Ryan showed no sign of coming over the next few days.
 This led to my sexual drive to be even higher,
especially since that I had been working too hard in
my lab.
	I brought guys back home, to fuck, and at times, did
indulged in the fantasy that the guy who was sucking
my hard 9 inches cock was Ryan.  Yeah, I fucked cute
guys, but it was that when Ryan was untouchable, the
thought of him made me cummed even harder.

	Then, one day, the apartment looked clean, and the
groceries I needed, listed on the paper on the fridge,
was already bought and stocked up in the fridge.  It
was not a spotless job, but I had never seen my place
that clean, except for the occasional self-torturing
cleaning.
	When I checked the dustbin by the bed, it was kinda
embarrassing to know that he had thrown away the used
condoms and tissues.  And the bedsheet had been
changed.
	I made a mental note to leave money on the table for
him.
	Since then, I would know when Ryan dropped by.  The
apartment would be cleaner when I walked in.

	I was fucking 23 year old Vincent in the ass, ramming
my 9 inches into his sweet, hard ass, when I heard the
knock on my bedroom door.  I had sex with Vincent a
few times before.  I met him in the gym sauna.  Since
he was introduced to my 9 inches, he was hooked.  It
was easy to get Vincent to get down on his knees
whenever I wished.  Even in the gent, below my
computer table, in the sauna - watched by others, who
were not allowed to join in, and more.
	I was surprised by the knock, and hesitated to get
myself away from Vincent.  Vincent was unhappy with
the intrusion.  I wondered if we had been careless,
forgetting to lock the front door.
	I covered myself with my robe.  The 9 inches was
making an obvious dent on the front.
	I opened the door slightly, and was pleasantly
surprised to see Ryan.
	'You are busy?' Ryan asked.
	For a split second, I forgot totally about my
hard-on, or that Vincent was still lying down naked on
my bed, with his ass exposed.  I opened the door
wider, happy to see Ryan.
	'No.  Not really.  What's up?' I asked.
	'Oh..' Ryan uttered.  His eyes expressed his surprise
to see a naked guy on my bed.  I followed his eyes,
and realized that we were too exposed for comfort.  I
tried to be cool about it, even when Ryan's eyes
drifted down to see my now exposed 9 inches hard-on.
	'I'm sorry.. I did not know..' he quickly said.
	'No, it's ok,' I cut in.  'Anything important?'
	'I should go,' Ryan said.  He was uncomfortable.
'I'll come back later.'
	'No.  Just do some cleaning.  I'll come out.  Give me
15 minutes,' I replied, hoping that he would not go.
	He was unsure.
	'Go.'
	He nodded, and headed for the kitchen.
	I closed the door, and faced Vincent.
	'Who was that?' Vincent asked. 'He wanna join us for
threesome?'
	'How I wish!' I said as I got back on the bed, threw
the robe onto the floor and climbed on top of him
again.  'Now, shut up.'
	I aimed my still-hard dick at his hole, and jammed
the whole stiffness into him.  Vincent moaned.  At
that second, I felt the thrill.  I was scared that
Ryan could hear Vincent's moan, and yet I did want
Ryan to hear it.  It was a pleasure to know that Ryan
was hearing my sex.  It was a turn on.
	I rammed my dick harder into Vincent.  My thrusts
became longer, and harder.  I worked my dick on his
ass so fast, that Vincent's moan could not keep up
with my thrust.  As I jammed my hard dick into his
ass, I imagined it was Ryan.  And I imagined Ryan was
hearing it from outside.  Or even Ryan listening at
the door.
	I was hard.  I could not bear the excitement any
longer, and pumped cum after cum into Vincent's ass.
My body quivered at the thoughts.  My cock-head was
still throbbing sex cum, and it felt hot.
	'Come on.  You need to go,' I told Vincent, as I
withdrew my cock out of his ass.  I slapped his
asscheek.  Always loved his hard butt.
	'What? Now?' he asked, as he turned around,
surprised.  I nodded a yes.  His eyes showed that he
was still hungry for my body.
	'But why?  Him?' he asked.
	'I had to take care of something,' I lied. 'He's a
cousin.'
	I did not care if Vincent bought the lie or not.
	We walked out of the room, together, heading for the
bathroom.  Ryan was coming out of the kitchen with a
beer in his hand, and saw us - two good looking men,
totally nude.  I saw Ryan did a quick check out of the
two of us, but his eyes told me that he admired my
cock size.  Although it was not as hard as earlier, it
was still looking at impressive 7 inches semi-hard.
	'Gonna take a quick shower, and then, I'll be with
you.  Watch some tv,' I told Ryan.
	'Hi, Josh's cousin,' Vincent said to Ryan, as he
headed for the bathroom.
	Ryan gave me that puzzled look, and I just smiled
back, asking him to play along.
	'Hi,' Ryan replied, to my amusement.

	Since that day, I had always wondered when I could
have Ryan in my house, when I would be having sex with
another guy.  It was a turn-on for me.  As he would
have a flexible hour cleaning my place, and I did not
always bring guys back for sex only at night, I
wondered if it was more possible.
	Sometimes, I would keep the guys longer in my place,
just for the sake of having Ryan walked into my
apartment, bearing the sound of my sex-making.
	Ryan did bump into other guys I had sex with.  It was
too obvious to him that I was enjoying my sex life a
lot, and he did ask me a few questions - like if I was
the dominant (top), how often, do I use condom etc?
	And then, I began to take one step further.  I kept
my bedroom door open ajar.
	And I was patient.
	It worked.  Eventually, Ryan would come by, when I
was having sex with this one hot Latino, Ed.  I did
not hear Ryan come in through the front door.  I was
banging the Latino hard.  His moan matched the
creaking sound of my bed, and I was in ecstasy.  I had
already slid in my whole 9 inches, feeling his ass
bumped onto my groin.
	When I open my eyes, I could see Ryan standing by the
door.  He was smiling.  I guess he figured since I was
such an exhibitionist, he would just enjoy the whole
free show.  I smiled back, embarrassed, but I was not
about to stop.
	I fucked the Latino guy harder, keeping my eye-watch
on Ryan.  Ryan watched my body thrust, shook Ed's body
forward and back.  I purposely pulled my hard cock
almost all the way out, showing off the length of my
manhood, before I rammed my hard cock back into a
moaning Ed.  Ed had no idea that we had a voyeur.  He
was on all four, facing the other side.
	I watched Ryan, instead of Ed's back.  Ryan was
trying to see my sex partner, but was in vain.  But he
did rest his eyes on my hard cock, thrusting in and
out of Ed's ass.  Alternately, he did glance at me,
and I would flash him a smile.  My sweat dripped down
my hard body.  I was hotter now.  If this was the best
I could have Ryan for sex, it was doing it for me.
	My eyes checked out Ryan's package.  It did seem like
it had grown.  His fingers were brushing against an
almost clear stiffy.
	I pulled my cock out and stroked it a few times,
before I shot cums on Ed's ass.  It was a huge load.
	Ed turned, and was surprise to see Ryan.  He jumped
and grabbed my blanket to cover himself up.
	'Who's that?' Ed screamed.
	'My cousin,' I said, coolly, swiping my cum off my
cock head, and bringing it to my mouth.  I licked my
fingers.  I was sure Ryan saw what I had just done.
	'Bloody fuck!  If you plan for all this, you should
have told me earlier!!' Ed shouted at me.  Apparently,
Ed was not comfortable being watched.  He scooped his
clothes up, and rushed out the bedroom.
	A few seconds later, Ed came out of the bathroom, and
headed out, slamming the door, before he shouted a
'fuck you'.
	I was standing there, naked, with a cum-drenched
semi-hard cock, beside Ryan.  Both of us thought Ed
was acting funny.  We giggled when the door slammed.
	'Is it always this long?' Ryan asked.
	I turned to face Ryan, and realized that he was
referring to my cock. His eyes were on my exposed
cock. I guess he was curious, after all.
	'Yeah, but I am sure you could stretch it further,' I
teased him.
	Ryan laughed. 'Nah..'
	But he ran his finger on my cockhead, and brought his
finger up.  It was coated with my cum.  Looking at me,
he licked his finger with his tongue.
	I was stunned.  He did that in front of me!
	Ryan smiled.
	'You think you're the only one who does the shocking
around here?' Ryan said, before he headed for the
kitchen, smiling.
	'What?  You mean, you want sex with me?' I said
quickly, hoping for a yes.
	Ryan turned back and shook his head.  'I'm not gay.'
	Not gay?  He just licked my cum off his finger.  He
just touched my cock with finger!
	The water in the kitchen ran.  And then I heard the
sound him gargling in the kitchen.  He was washing me
off his mouth.
	And to think that I had actually hoped I was wrong
about him.
	Sigh...

	But my sex excitement with Ryan had already reached a
new height, and I needed him to be excited.  Coz when
I knew he was excited, I would be excited.  And I
cummed hard.

	So, Ryan became more comfortable with me.  And I was
in return, wanted Ryan even more.
	I would purposely walk around naked, when he was
around.  Of course, I easily got hard when I was
playing the pretend with Ryan around.  And he knew I
was hard, because of me.  And the last time I checked,
his hard-on was handled faithfully by Laura.
	When Ryan took his shower in my place, I would
purposely find a reason to stay in the bathroom,
although the curtain blocked my view.  I would be
shaving.  Pissing.  Washing my hand.  And then, I
gathered the courage to stay in the bathroom, chatting
with Ryan who was on the other side of the curtain.

	Eventually, the curtain had to go.  Ryan knew that.
	When I kept asking him to repeat what he said in the
shower, he was silent.  And then, I saw his hand came
out, and slowly, he drew the curtain back.
	There, Ryan, the object of my many weeks of sexual
desire, stood naked before me.  I was right.  Ryan was
lean, and his hard body showed many years of good
training.  His cock was 3 inches limp, and perhaps he
was embarrassed by that, coz quickly looked away when
he caught me staring at his cock.  But his ass was
fine.  Bubble butts, the way I love them to be.
	We talked like there was no sexual tension there.

	Ryan came over more often, to clean up, and I, in
return, purposely dirtied my place more often for him
to come over.  I guess the money was good, but I did
know that Ryan undercharged me for his services.
	And he was staying over more often, as his
assignments deadline approached.  He needed my
computer.  In return, he would be cleaning my place
for free.
	One night, I came back from the lab, to find Ryan
asleep on my bed.  He was not naked, however.  He must
had fallen asleep, reading his books, coz they were
littering my bed.
	I took my side of the bed, after shower.  I had
called Darius to cancel our sex appointment.  Besides,
I needed the rest.
	Lying down, I could not help but to admire Ryan's
beauty.  He looked so handsome in his sleep.  I
wondered how it would be to make love to this man.
	Make love?  Huh?  That was something that surprised
me.  Coz the Josh I knew, had sex, and not make love.

	When I woke up early the next morning, Ryan was still
asleep.  But this time, he had already stripped off
his jeans, and sleeping only in his brief.  There was
an obvious sign of hard-on, and although I was sleepy,
I was determined to feel my way.
	I touched him, holding his hardness in my hand.
	He shuddered.  He turned and saw me.  A smile formed
on his way.
	'Morning,' he said.
	I gribbed harder his morning hard-on, to let him know
where my hand is.
	A wider smile formed on him.
	'He has a life of his own, you know... not that he
likes a male hand,' Ryan said.
	'What about a male mouth?' I teased, as I stroked
Ryan.  He might look uncomfortable, but his 7 inches
cock was throbbing.  His cock was enjoying the
attention of my hand.
	'I don't know, Joshua.. I'm not...' Only Ryan called
me Joshua, although I kept reminding him that people
called me Josh.
	'You're not gay.  I know.  But do you want this cock
sucked, or not?' I asked, my hand masturbating his
hardness.
	'Arhhh...' His moan escaped his lips.
	'I take that as a yes,' I said, and pulled down his
brief before he could say anything.  His hand did land
on my back, but before I could tell whether it was
trying to stop me or push me down, I had already taken
his hard manhood into my mouth.
	Another moan escaped his mouth.  This time, his hand
slid down back.  If he were trying to stop me just
now, now it was a different story.
	Ryan was in my mouth, and he enjoyed it.  I sucked
his hard cock, sliding my mouth up and down on his
shaft.  His body shuddered, trying to suppress his
excitement.  My tongue played with his cock, lathering
it up with my spit.  I worked my lips around his
cockhead, sensing him more excited, as his hips
thrusted forward, trying to hold back his ejaculation.
	I worked on his 7 inches cock again, bobbing my head
up and down on his groin.  Each pull made him
shivered.
	And then, he cried out his moan - he came in my
mouth.  I felt shot after shot of Ryan's thickish cum
in my mouth, and before I could swallow them all, some
spilt onto his shaft, sliding down his hard shaft.
	I had not realized that Ryan's hand was gripping the
back of my head, on my hair, and the tense was felt in
his grip.
	I pulled up, still holding his hard cock in my hand.
Cum was staining my hand and lips.  I licked them.
	Ryan's stomach was heaving hard, tensed from the sex
we just had.
	'You are good,' he claimed.
	I smiled.
	I looked at him, wondering my next move.  Should I?
	I got up and stripped my clothes off.  Ryan just
watched me.  His cock was still exposed, with his
brief laying at his thighs.  He did not bother about
that.  He was just watching me.
	And then, without removing my eyes away from him, I
stripped my shorts down.  My 9 inches was already
rock-hard.  I needed Ryan.  I wanted Ryan.
	I climbed myself up the bed, moving myself closer and
closer to Ryan.  He was still saying nothing, but this
time, his eyes were watching my thick, long cock
approaching him.
	I crossed over one knee to the other side, and
balanced myself, holding onto the wall above at head
of the bed.  Ryan's eyes were on me this time, as if
he knew there was no turning back now.  I lowered my
cock, holding it with one hand, aiming for his lips.
	He parted his lips, and took my cock into his mouth.
I trembled, with excitement.  I was in Ryan, and the
feeling was wonderful.  I felt like the whole blood of
my body was rushing to my groin, up to my cockhead.  I
felt the cockhead throbbed hard in his mouth.
	I pushed myself into Ryan, and pulled back.  I began
to rock my cock in and out of his mouth, wanting him
to feel more and more inches of my thick cock.
	Ryan took me in, and I felt his tongue tasting me.
	I could not hold back anymore.  I cummed.  I spilt my
cum into the throat of Ryan, gussing every load I
could imagine in his mouth.
	My body trembled every time I cummed, and watching
Ryan swallowed however much he could.
	I pulled my cock out of his mouth.
	Looking at him, not knowing what to say to him next,
I fell onto my side of the bed.
	We laid there for a few minutes, in silent.
	So, we had done it.  I had my desire fulfilled.  So,
next?
	I turned to look at Ryan, but his eyes were closed.
Asleep?  Was he ok with all this?  Would he be ok?  I
had questions, but I did not know what to ask.
	Perhaps when he was ready to talk.
	I mean, this was his gay sex.  Would he be shocked?
Disgusted?
	I hoped not.  Oh shit!  What had I done?
	I rested there for a while, and then, got up to take
a shower.
	By the time, I came back, the bed was empty.
	Ryan had gone.

	And I was not scared of that.  What I was scared was
that I knew inside, there was this part of me, who
wished that he did not.

	Oh god!  What was happening to me?

THE END

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