A gay story: The Guy Next Door I threw back the thick blackout curtains of my apartment to reveal a beautiful summer morning. My eyes squinted, adjusting to the light as I looked through the glass onto my new neighbourhood. The sky was clear, and the morning sun shone brilliantly over the horizon, welcoming me to a brand new day.
Today was definitely the perfect day to see what my new home has to offer.
I had recently moved to the area, having landed my first proper job. I was twenty-one and fresh out of college and ready to take on the world.
This also marked the first time I had ever lived on my own, from growing up in a busy house, to living in the dorms at college. I was looking forward to it just being me and like most guys my age, there were two things on my mind: money and sex.
The first part, I’d hoped, would come as part of my new job, which I start next week and the second, well, my sex life could use some attention.
From receiving my very first hand job, by my then first and only girlfriend Lucy. She tried love her, but she just didn’t do it for me and as a result I had problems rising to the occasion, if you know what I mean. Naturally, she assumed it was because I didn’t find her attractive enough, however, in reality it was because I fancied her twin brother Tom.
When I did manage to get it up, it was due to thinking about him. I never had the heart to tell her, although I suspect she may have guessed, considering the excuses I made to always spend time with him.
This in turn, led to my next sexual experience, with Tom himself, where I gave him my first-hand job. I took what Lucy showed me and perfected it with Tom all summer, in a period of my life I like to refer to as the summer of the sore wrist. Tom and I went through so many tissues that summer, his mom was convinced we had both developed a severe case of hay fever.
Then, as I got a bit older, I met Bryan the star quarterback, someone who surrounded himself with cheerleaders and alpha males, but only truly looked happy on his knees with my dick in his mouth. For all his bravado and machismo, he was just as confused as the rest of us.
Finally, I lost my cherry at a college house party. I had met this very handsy guy from Ireland and after a drink or three, we decided to go for it. After trying all the bedrooms in the house and finding them occupied with copulating couples and one threesome, we ended up in the basement where he bred me over the washer dryer. Even to this day the smell of lavender fabric softener gets me hard.
Since then, I’ve been on a bit of a barren run, desperately on the lookout for Mr right and I knew I wouldn’t find him cooped up in my apartment.
After a quick shower, I put on a pair of shorts and plain t-shirt and headed out to see what my new area had to offer. As I roamed the streets for a while getting the lay off the land, I found myself in a nearby park. I sat myself down on the nearest park bench and watched the world go by for a bit, from the dog walkers to the handsome jogger who stopped near me to do his stretches; damn that guy had a nice ass.
It was then I felt a change in the air. The gentle warmth of the sun was soon replaced with a slight chill on my skin, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. I looked up and the once clear sky was now dotted with clouds, and they were turning to an ominous shade of grey.
You could feel it was going to rain at any moment, and I was still a good fifteen minutes from home.
I felt the first few drops on my skin then before I knew it, the heavens had opened. The rain came crashing down, the kind of heavy rain that pounded against the ground.
I quickly headed back home; my light stroll now becoming a solid run. With no cover, my shorts and t-shirt were now so wet they clung to my skin.
I could see the entrance to my apartment block and hurried towards it. Another guy was just going through it when he could see me rapidly approaching.
He held out his arm to hold the door open and as I swooped in, I couldn’t help but breathe in his cologne, which smelled amazing.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s really coming down, isn’t it?” he replied.
“Yeah, and there’s me thinking this was summer.”
I walked with him to the elevator. My trainers squelching along the tiled floor as I did. He pushed the button to call the elevator.
As we stood there waiting for it to arrive, me with the small paddling pool forming around me and him, well he looked flawless. The water had barely touched him, almost as if it was afraid to mess with such a perfect looking man.
Wiping the water from my face, I discreetly looked him up and down. He was around six feet tall, early twenties like me, his hair was perfectly waxed and his arms, my god those arms. He clearly works out. They were impressive, not body builder massive, but clearly defined. He wore a salmon-coloured polo shirt, which moulded to his body like a second skin and a pair of tan shorts that well, we’ll just say he filled in all the right places.
The elevator chimed and the doors opened.
“After you,” he said, extending his arm.
“Thanks.”
I got in and he walked in directly behind me. I watched as he pressed the button for the sixth floor, before turning his head to face me.
“Floor?” he asked.
“I’m on six as well.”
When he turned to face me, that’s when I got to see his face properly. Not only did he have a great physique, but he was handsome to boot, with his square jaw, dimpled cheek and those dark brown eyes you could get lost in.
“You’re new here, right?” He asked, leaning against the elevator wall and striking up a conversation.
“Yeah, moved in yesterday.”
“I’m Ryan, 6C.”
He held out his hand for a handshake. I grabbed it and shook it. He had a powerful grip, a grip that made me go weak at the knees.
“David, 6B,” I replied.
“Oh, so we’re next-door neighbors.”
“I guess so.”
“Well, if you need anything David, just give me a shout,” he said and gave me a dimpled smile.
I smiled back, before catching a glimpse of myself in the mirrors that surrounded the elevator walls. Here I was, sharing a lift with this gorgeous specimen of a man and I looked like I had just crawled out of the sewer, having just been flushed down the toilet. My hair was soaked and matted to my forehead and my clothes were uncomfortably wet. My plain t-shirt had become virtually transparent to the point where I could see my nipples as it clung to my skinny frame.
It was not my best look and certainly not the best first impression I could have made.
The elevator chimed again, and we came to a stop. When the doors slowly parted, we got out and headed down the hallway to our respective apartments.
We seemed to put our keys into our doors at the exact same time. I looked across to him and gave him the obligatory head nod, to which he returned. To an ordinary bystander it must have looked as though we were about to launch some sort of nuclear missile.
I opened my door and went inside. I made a beeline for the bathroom because my clothes were too drenched for the hamper, so I thought I’d wring them out in the bath for the time being.
One by one, I peeled off my clothes and dumped them into the bath. Christ, even my underwear was soaked through.
I grabbed a towel and patted myself down, before leaving the bathroom to get dressed.
The one good thing about living on your own is you get to walk around naked. Something I was unable to do, growing up in a house with four sisters.
I was just about to go and put on a pair of sweatpants, when there was a knock at the door.
Making a quick detour to the door, I peered through the peep hole to see who was there. It was Ryan.
I stood there naked, wondering what to do. Should I quickly get dressed and leave him waiting, or do I just open it. I opted to open it, but positioned myself so my naked body was hiding behind the door.
“Oh, hey,” I greeted.
“Hey, um, my buddies and I are going to watch the game tomorrow at Flanagan’s, and I was wondering if you wanted to come along.”
I wasn’t quite sure what game he was referring to, as I wasn’t much of a sports fan, but hey, if the stud next door asks you, there’s only one answer, right?
“Sure, that sounds great.” I replied.
“Cool, I’ll give you a knock when it’s time to go.”
“Thanks man.”
“Don’t mention it, oh and you might want to reconsider the placement of that mirror in the back wall.”
“Huh.” I replied, somewhat confused.
He gave me another dimpled smile and walked off back to his place.
Mirror? I thought to myself, I turned to look around and then that’s when I saw it. The big mirror on the back wall had been reflecting my bare ass to Ryan all this time.
I closed the door and went to my bedroom and collapsed face down onto the bed.
Not only did I look my absolute worst when we first met, I had also just shown him my pale white ass.
Again, not my finest hour.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, wondering what his situation was. I crossed my fingers and prayed to the pantheon of pride that he was single and gay.
When tomorrow arrived, I was determined to make an effort, this time Ryan was going to see the real me; I had a shower, shaved, sprayed and got dressed. I completed my look by meticulously styling my hair, to the point where I was moving individual strands of hair around.
When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. Now, that’s how I should’ve looked when we first met.
All that was left to do was wait for Ryan to come get me.
I still couldn’t believe I was going to all this trouble for a guy I had just met, and I wasn’t even sure if he was gay or not. My instincts were telling me yes, but I needed something more concrete to go on. Although, which ever way you looked at this, at least I had made a new friend.
I felt nervous, almost as if I was going on a first date. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and I jumped. I got up and before I answered the door, I took a deep breath.
I opened it to see Ryan standing there, wearing a snug pair of jeans and a large NFL jersey.
“Hey David, you ready?” He asked.
“Oh, hey Ryan,” I said, then pausing momentarily.
“I feel like I’m somewhat overdressed for the occasion.” I continued.
“Well, it’s more than what you had on the last time I saw you,” Ryan joked, scratching his chin.
I could feel the embarrassment creeping in and my face turning red.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I was soaking wet and had just dumped my clothes in the bathroom and…”
Ryan cut me off, laughing.
“Dude, it’s fine, I’m just messing with you,” he said, slapping me playfully on the side of my arm.
“But seriously, you look fine.” He added.
“Well, if you’re sure.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it, you’ll class us up a bit,” he joked again.
I closed the door behind me, and we set off for Flanagan’s.
We made small talk along the way there, but I was still in dark about which team he played for.
When we got to Flanagans, it was your typical Irish pub. Mahogany and green surrounded the walls, which were decorated with all sorts of pictures and memorabilia. The place was packed, but Ryan’s friends had managed to secure a table in the corner close to a nearby TV.
He waved to a group of people, and they waved back. Ryan led me to the table.
“Hey guys.”
“Ryan, what’s up man, you ready to lose today?” one of the guys said.
“You wish, we’re gonna crush you,” he replied boastfully.
“Ha, we’ll see,” the guy quickly answered back.
“Guys, this is David, he just moved in next door.” Ryan announced to the group.
“Hey David,” they all replied in turn.
Ryan turned to me and then started pointing left to right.
“So, this is Mikey, Steve, Andrew and Ty.”
“Hey guys,” I greeted.
“I’ll get us drinks,” Ryan said, as I sat down.
“Another round boys?” He asked the group.
“Waaay! Nice one Ryan,” they replied.
Ryan disappeared in to the crowd behind us and I was left sitting awkwardly with his friends.
“So, Davey boy, who do you fancy?” Ty asked.
I thought that was a rather personal question.
“Well, I’ve only just moved in, so I haven’t really met many people yet.”
They all looked at me and then burst out laughing.
“I meant, who do you think will win,” Ty then added.
“Ohhh!” I said all embarrassed.
“I mean, I don’t mind.”
“Ahh, so you’re a neutral then, here to watch a good game of football then,” Mikey added.
“Yeah, yeah.” I replied.
“Well, it should be a good game, that’s for sure,” Andrew said grabbing a handful of nuts from a small dish on the table.
Ryan returned carrying a tray of six beers and then placed it on the middle of the table.
He handed me a beer.
“Are they behaving themselves?” Ryan asked, smiling.
“Yeah, they’re good,” I answered back.
Ryan sat down, and with us all with a drink in our hands, he raised his glass.
“Let the best team win! Which is my team by the way.”
We all laughed, then continued to chat amongst ourselves until the game started.
While not a huge sports fan, I did find myself enjoying the first half. Ryan’s friends were a good laugh and I found myself liking Ryan more and more.
A few more beers later, I found myself needing the toilet.
“Hey Ryan, where’s the rest room in this place?”
“I’ll show you; I’m needing it myself anyway.”
We got up and I followed him to the back of the bar. He barged through the toilet door with his thick muscular arms and in we went. The bathroom was small and had one occupied stall and two free urinals tucked in the corner.
We each stepped up to the urinals and unzipped, and I found myself unable to resist the temptation of a sneak peek.
As he confidently looked ahead, I was busy side eyeing his impressive appendage. God this guy was hung, he must have been seven inches and packing a solid bit of girth. He had a dick that screamed out to me to be sucked.
I found my own cock stirring and starting to twitch. I tried to finish up as quickly as I could, as this would get embarrassing very quickly, if I ended up pissing further and further up the urinal instead of down.
We both shook at the same time and tucked ourselves away, then headed to the sinks to wash our hands.
His reflection smiled at me from the mirror, and I smiled back.
“Enjoying the game?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s been good so far. Thanks again for inviting me.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said and gave me a friendly wink.
Ryan was so perfect, he was good looking, sexy as fuck and just generally a decent guy. If I didn’t know better, I think I was rapidly developing a crush on him.
We finished up and joined the guys to watch the rest of the match.
In the end it was Ryan’s team that won, and as a consequence of this, he celebrated with one-to-many beers and ended up being completely wasted.
“Hey David, I think Ryan’s reached his limit, are you okay to take the big guy home?” Mikey asked.
I looked at Ryan and the glazed look in his eyes and then back to Mikey.
“Sure, no problem, I’ll make sure he gets home okay.”
“Cheers dude,” Mike replied.
It was getting late anyway, so now was a good a time as any to make a move.
“Well, we’ll be off then, it was nice meeting you all.”
“Yeah, and you mate, we’ll have to do this again.”
I turned to Ryan.
“Come on then fella, let’s get you home.”
It must have looked so bizarre, me with my twink like frame holding up this big muscle clad guy.
Ryan wrapped his arm around me and leaned on me for support.
“My new best pal,” Ryan called out, slapping my chest with his powerful hands.
“Okay mate,” Andrew replied, humouring him.
Ryan stuck up his thumb and then proceeded to say goodbye to every person we passed until we got home.
When we reached his apartment door, he had gone quiet and rested his head against the door.
“Where’s your keys, Ryan?” I asked.
He didn’t answer me. I padded his pockets down and could feel his keys in his left pocket.
“I’m just going to get your keys out, okay,” I shouted out to him, like English wasn’t his first language, and also to make sure nobody thought I was taking advantage of him.
His head slid up and down the door as he attempted a nod.
I slipped one hand into his very snug pocket and felt for his keys. My fingertips fished around looking for something to grab onto and I’m pretty sure I felt more than his keys in there.
I pulled them from his pocket and put the key in the door, opening it.
As the door was holding up the bulk of Ryan’s weight, we stumbled forward into his apartment.
“Okay, Ryan, let’s get you to bed so you can sleep this off.”
His apartment seemed to be a mirror of mine, so I sort of knew the way.
As we approached his bedroom, Ryan went into autopilot. He began removing his shirt, tossing it to the floor, revealing his beautifully sculpted chest and abs. He then started fumbling with his trouser buttons. I was about to leave and give him some privacy when he fell forward, and I grabbed him just in time.
“Come on you, let’s get you on the bed.”
I looked around at his bedroom, it was very neat and tidy. His bed had black satin bed sheets and one of the walls had a row of built in wardrobes with mirrored doors, reflecting the bed.
Huh, if I had body like his, I’d probably want lots of mirrors too, I thought.
I sat him down on the edge of the bed, his trousers were partially open. I wasn’t sure how much help I should give him, but he clearly wanted his trousers off. After a few failed attempts, I decided to help him.
I grabbed the bottom cuffs of his trousers and slowly tugged them off him. He fell backwards on to the bed and promptly fell asleep.
I stood there for a moment in awe of Ryan’s amazing body. He wore tight blue boxer briefs, which left nothing to the imagination. I could see the outline of his thick cock as it arched to one side nearly reaching his hip.
A naughty thought of just pulling down his underwear so I could get another quick peek crossed my mind, but I knew that was definitely crossing a line.
The thrill of the thought got me hard and that was my cue to leave. I folded his clothes and placed them on the end of his bed leaving him to his drunken slumber.
Seeing him with next to nothing on was like rocket fuel for my horniness and I had an overwhelming need to take care of the boner screaming to get out of my pants.
I locked his door and quietly went back to my place. I went straight to my bedroom, quickly removing my trousers and underwear and sat up on the edge of the bed. I dug around in my bed side drawer and pulled out my trusty bottle of lube.
I eagerly squeezed some on to my hand and went to work massaging it on to my achingly hard cock.
My body shuddered and I began to fantasise about Ryan and all the things I’d love him to do to me and I to him.
My hand slid up and down my oil laden cock, every so often twisting around my swollen head.
I wanted to tear off his tight underwear with my teeth and bury my face in his crotch. I wanted my tongue to explore every single inch of him, I wanted to smell him, I wanted to taste him, I wanted him to use me as he wanted.
I mopped up some excess lube with my other hand and moved it under my balls and across my taint, before finding my hole and fingering my entrance. I pushed my middle finger inside, giving me the penetration I so sorely craved, but it wasn’t enough. I needed something thicker, something similar to Ryan’s cock. I paused for a moment, remembering where I had left my box of sex toys or my sex box as I’d like to call it.
I’m sure I put it in the bottom of my wardrobe. I stood up from the bed and went to go look for it. I hurriedly pulled out the box and opened it. There, amongst an assortment of cock rings, my fleshlight, various sized condoms and more lube was my eight-inch dildo. Hurrying back to the bed I drenched it lube and with my legs spread wide apart and my knees bent I slowly pushed it inside of me.
God, it felt so good. I imagined it was Ryan’s cock inching its way inside me.
“Oh Ryan,” I murmured, continuing my fantasy.
“Fuck me.”
I slid the dildo in and out of my ass with my left hand and jerked off with my right.
I felt so horny, I wanted to be fucked so badly in this instant. The tip of my cock glistened as I began to leak precum.
I moaned as I pushed the dildo deeper inside of me, my breath ragged from a mix of the pleasure and my exertions.
The precum trickled over my jerking hands, then I pushed the dildo as deep as it could go. A tsunami of orgasmic delight washed over me, my cocked spasmed in my hand as I shot four thick ropes of cum over my chest and my good shirt, which I had failed to take off in my haste to pleasure myself.
I laid there on the bed, in a post nut daze. The dildo still inside of me and exhaling deeply. If only this was the real thing I thought, realising that his bedroom was on the other side of mine, with only a thin wall dividing us. We were so close, yet so far.
I had a quick shower to clean myself up, then washed the dildo and put it in my top drawer. Something told me, I may be scratching this itch for a while.
The following day, I thought I’d go and check on Ryan, I mean it’s the neighbourly thing to do right? I told myself.
It was around breakfast time, when I decided to pop round next door.
I stood outside his door, and was about to knock, when I found myself hesitating. Was this weird? Should I be doing this? We’d only meet a couple of days ago, was this obsessive behaviour? Then I thought what if he’s not dressed yet, what if answers the door in those tight little undies of his.
Before I knew it, I had knocked three times on his door. I could hear movement from behind the door and then it clicked open. Ryan stood there, wearing a pair of shorts but no top. I felt my eyes being drawn to that chiselled chest of his and those abs, that could surely grate cheese.
“Good morning.”
“Hey David,” he replied groggily, in a stark contrast to my cheerful greeting.
“I just came to check on you, you got pretty hammered yesterday and I had to bring you home.”
“So that’s how I got home. I gotta be honest, yesterday was a bit of a blur. Sorry, where are my manners, I was just making a coffee to wake me up, do you want one?”
“Sure, that would be great.” I replied, powerless to resist spending more time with him.
He stood aside and let me in, and we both walked over to the kitchen area.
“I don’t normally get like that by the way, I guess I got caught up in the moment.”
“Happens to us all, mate.”
He grabbed an extra mug from the cupboard and placed it next to his. The light went off on his coffee machine and he poured the coffee into the two mugs.
I sat down on a bar stool, and he slid the mug across to me. He leaned back against the kitchen counter and took a sip, savouring it as if it were a gift from the gods. His whole body seemed to flex as he did. I tried my best not to stare, but it was so difficult.
My horny mind kicked in to gear again, quickly racing with images of him bending me over the kitchen counter, ripping my trousers down and slamming into me from behind as I grip onto the edge of the counter and beg him to fuck me.
I smiled at the thought, hiding it behind my coffee cup as I took a sip.
“Thanks for getting me home. I owe you one.”
“Don’t be daft, you don’t owe me anything. Besides, you’re the one who invited me out, it’s the least I can do.”
I took another sip from my mug.
“To be honest, I don’t really know that many people yet, so it was nice to hang out with you guys.”
“Well, you’re welcome to join us anytime.”
“Thanks man, I appreciate it.”
We continued to drink our coffee, when there was a knock on the door.
“Excuse me for just a moment.”
Ryan put his mug down and went to answer the door. When he opened it, there was a pretty woman standing outside, she was short, with frizzy brown hair. As soon as they saw each other they hugged.
My heart sank in an instant. Was this his girlfriend? So, he is straight, and my instincts were wrong. I couldn’t help but feel a little crushed.
They stood there chatting for a bit, when he left the room, and she came in. We locked onto each other. I gave her my best fake smile, a smile that hid the bitter disappointment I was feeling.
“Morning,” I greeted.
“Hi, I’m Julia,” she responded, reaching out to shake my hand.
“David,” I replied.
Before she could say anything more, Ryan returned with a small box in his hand.
“Oh, thank you so much Ry,” she said taking the box from him.
“Don’t mention it.”
“We still on for dinner Friday night?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
“Well, I’ll better dash, I’ll see you then.”
They hugged again and she turned to leave.
“Nice meeting you, David,” she called back.
“You too, Julia.”
Ryan closed the door behind her and joined me again, picking up his coffee mug again.
“Your girlfriend seems nice,” I said resuming our conversation.
“Who? Julia. Ha, she’s not my girlfriend, she’s my sister.”
“Oh, I thought you two were… and Friday night, I thought that was a date.”
“No, no. That’s a family dinner.”
“Ahh, right.” I said some overly relieved.
“Why are you interested? She’s single you know.”
“She’s not my type.”
“How can you tell? You only just met her.”
“Oh, I’m sure she’s a lovely person, but she’s a woman for a start, so there’s that.”
“Oh, sorry man, didn’t mean to push.”
He took a long drink of his coffee, all the while staring at me, before placing his mug back on the counter.
“Well, I best be hitting the shower.”
“Sorry, of course.” I said, picking up on his hint.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that to sound as if you need to leave. You’re more than welcome to stay,” he said apologetically.
I downed the rest off my coffee.
“No, no, it’s okay. I should probably leave you to your shower. Thanks again for the coffee.” I said, standing up from the stool.
He walked me to the door.
“I’ll catch you again, Ryan.”
“You too, David. Take care.”
I left him to it and went back to my apartment, with the mental image of him in the shower likely to sustain me for the rest of my day,
I collapsed onto the sofa.
So, back to square one, I thought. Okay, Julia wasn’t his girlfriend, but I still couldn’t work out if he was gay or not. I thought that by declaring I was gay, he might have mentioned if he was, but no such luck.
From that point on, my day was uneventful and I tried not to think about it too much, which was difficult, because Ryan was all I could think about.
It was nearly 10.30PM, when I decided to go to bed. I made sure everything was switched off and headed into the bedroom. I stripped off all my clothes as I liked to sleep naked and dumped them into the hamper by the wardrobe and that’s when I heard a noise.
I couldn’t quite hear it clearly; it was more of a muffled conversation. I followed the noise to a vent in the wall inside my built-in wardrobe.
Was this noise coming from Ryan’s apartment? I crouched down on my hands and knees and moved my ear closer to the vent.
It was two people talking, two men talking in fact. Holy shit! this was coming from Ryan’s bedroom. I’m positive I could recognise Ryan’s voice. I could then hear the squeak of a bed and more talking.
Was Ryan about to have sex with someone… with some guy? I carried on listening, the talking turned to moaning and the squeak of the bed springs were going crazy.
Oh my god, he was having sex. I could only imagine what they were doing beyond this wall. It didn’t take long for my cock to harden as I listened to them go at it.
With the sound of the bed creaking and the sustained moaning, it was like listening to some very erotic ASMR.
My sex box was right next to me, and I blindly fished out my fleshlight and the lube and quickly got it ready, before sliding my dick into it.
“Oh Fuck,” I whispered as I timed my strokes to the moaning.
The sex continued for another twenty minutes, and I had edged myself for as long as I could.
There was one final guttural groan to be heard, which pushed me over the edge. I came hard, rapidly filling the inside of my fleshlight with my load.
To be a fly on the wall in his room; I would have loved to have seen that. Fuck, I wanted Ryan so badly it hurt. Why couldn’t it have been me in there?
The noises from next door eventually stopped, so I pulled my softening dick from the fleshlight and went to the bathroom. I emptied my load from the reservoir at the bottom of the fleshlight and poured it down the sink.
All cleaned up, I hopped into bed and fell asleep to the images of Ryan fucking.
The next morning, I woke up early and decided to go for a run to see if I could clear my head and take my mind off Ryan and what I heard last night.
As I left my apartment, I caught someone leaving Ryan’s at the same time, he looked familiar.
“Ty… Is that you?” I called out.
He turned around and saw me.
“Oh, hey, David.”
“Wait, are you and Ryan…” I asked, pointing my finger at him and Ryan’s door.
“Oh, no, we’re not together, if that’s what you mean.”
“Oh,” I replied.
“It’s more of a friends with benefits, kind of thing.”
“Oh,” I repeated again, some what shocked by the revelation.
We walked together to the elevator.
“So, he is gay,” I confirmed under my breath.
“He called me last night, typical Ryan booty call.”
“So, you do this often then?” I asked inquisitively.
“Not as much as I’d like, you know. I’d have to be insane to say no, you’ve seen that body right. Oh man, the things he can do,” Ty gushed.
All this talk was driving me crazy.
“So, does he do this with anyone else?” I pried, hoping to find a way in.
“Not that I’m aware of. The rest of the friend group are straight.”
“Huh, so does he have a type?” I asked.
The elevator arrived and we got in.
“Why? Are you interested?” Ty said looking at directly at me now.
“Um, maybe.” I confessed, trying to act all casual.
Ty looked me up and down.
“Well, you just happen to be his type, that man loves a twink.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“What about you two, did you ever want to be more than friends?” I continued to pry, assessing the potential competition I may have for Ryan’s affections.
“I thought about it, but Ryan and I are incompatible in too many ways to make it work.”
I couldn’t believe my luck; the way Ty was talking it looked like I had a genuine chance with Ryan.
“If you want Ryan, I’d say go for it, and if you’re lucky, do me a favour save him a little for me every now and then.”
The doors opened and he smiled and winked at me.
“Catch you again, David. Good luck.”
Ty disappeared out the main doors and I just stood there in the lift, stunned by his words. The elevator doors started to close again and I quickly put my arm out to stop them closing.
After a moment, I left the elevator and started my run. There was certainly a lot to think about. As my feet pounded the sidewalk, I thought about how I would approach this. Do I just come out and ask him, do I wait for him to ask me? Does he even see me in that way. There were just too many things to think about. I had gone for a run to clear my head, but after my conversation with Ty, my head couldn’t have been more cluttered.
By the time I decided to head back I was drenched in sweat from the run. As I reached my apartment door, I put my key in the lock and turned, and that’s when the key snapped.
What the actual Fuck? I held up what remained of my key. Great! I thought to myself, how the hell did that happen?
Luckily, I had my phone on me, so I called a lock smith, but as it was the weekend, he said it would be at least a few hours before he could get here.
Fantastic, what the hell am I going to do for the next few hours. I looked at my watch and then at my door, before finally looking across to Ryan’s door.
Should I knock on his door? I don’t exactly want to wait in this hallway all morning.
I walked across to Ryan’s door and knocked.
After a brief delay, Ryan opened the door.
“Hey Ryan, I was wondering If I could ask a favour?”
“Sure,” he replied.
“My key just snapped in the lock of my door and I can’t get in. I’ve called a lock smith but he won’t be hear for a few hours, would it be okay if I waited here?”
“Of course, mate, come on in.”
He closed the door behind me.
“Just take a seat anywhere.”
“I’m afraid to sit down, I’m all sweaty from my run and I don’t want to stink up your furniture.”
“Ah… well you’re free to use my shower if you want?” he offered.
“If I could, that would be great.”
“Sure, go for it.”
He walked me to the bathroom and left me to it. As soon as the door closed, I began pulling off my sweaty shirt and shorts and stripped down naked and got into the shower.
With the shower on, I let the water run over my face. After about two minutes, I could hear the bathroom door open.
“Sorry, I’m just leaving you a fresh towel.” Ryan called out.
“Thanks, Ryan,” I shouted back.
After rinsing myself off for five minutes, I left the shower cubicle and grabbed the towel Ryan had left for me. It was then I realised, that I couldn’t exactly put my sweaty clothes back on.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and apprehensively left the bathroom.
“Ryan?” I called out.
“In here, buddy,” he called back.
I walked into the the main living area, where Ryan was sitting on one of the sofas and pouring through an issue of Men’s Health magazine.
“Yes, mate.” he responded.
“I don’t suppose you have any clothes I could borrow, do you?”
He looked me up and down and I suddenly felt very exposed.
“Mhm. Nothing that I think will fit you sorry. But let me go double check my wardrobe.”
Putting his magazine down, he got up and disappeared into his bedroom.
After a couple of minutes, he came back with something in his hand.
“Even the smallest thing I own isn’t going to stay up on that tiny waist of yours. The only thing I can offer you is this.”
He handed me the over sized football jersey he wore the other day.
I held it out in front me and raised my eyebrow.
“I guess it’ll have to do, thank you.”
I went back to the bathroom, removed the damp towel from my waist and put on his jersey. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, it was huge on me, with the bottom of his jersey reaching just above my knees. It looked as though I was wearing a short dress.
I sheepishly left the bathroom and returned to the living area.
“Ryan don’t laugh okay,” I said.
Ryan looked me over once more.
“You, uh, look good.” he said, smirking a little.
“It looks like I’m wearing a dress, admit it.”
“Well, at least you have the legs for it,” he said teasingly.
There was something about modelling for Ryan and receiving his compliments, albeit jokingly, that I found exhilarating.
I sat down opposite Ryan and did my best to keep part of the jersey between my legs, to prevent giving him an eyeful.
“Thanks again for letting me wait here and for letting me use your shower.”
“Don’t mention it. Can I get you drink or anything?” He asked.
“I’ll have a glass of water if you’re offering, thanks. I’m still a bit thirsty after that run.”
“One water coming up,” he replied.
Ryan got up and went to the kitchen to get me a glass of water. When he returned, he handed it to me and sat back down again.
“Lovely, thank you,” I said, taking the glass from him.
As I took a drink from the glass, I inadvertently let go of the part of the jersey that I was holding between my legs.
Ryan was now staring directly between my legs. When I caught him looking, I felt my cock twitch against my leg, seeing him gaze so intently between my legs was turning me on big time. I had thought about pushing the jersey back down again, but I decided to leave it, curious to see how long he’d look at me.
He then caught me looking at him this time.
Coughing into his hand, he said “sorry, I don’t know where my mind went then.”
I had a pretty good idea, I thought to myself and I’m more than happy for it to stay there.
“So, do you do it often?” He asked, making conversation again.
“I’m sorry?” I said, taken aback by his question.
“Run, I mean,” he clarified.
“Oh, you know, I run when I can.”
“It shows, you’ve got really nice legs…I mean well defined.”
“Well, I do what I can to stay in a shape you know. I mean of course you do, look at you, you look phenomenal.” I said, giving him an huge compliment.”
“You think so?” He replied.
“I mean yeah, you look great man. I’d kill for your body. I’ve always been a bean pole, you know. skinny hips and legs, flat chest etc.”
“Don’t beat yourself up man, you look good. Just because you don’t have big muscles, doesn’t mean you don’t look good.”
Was he flirting with me or just being nice. I couldn’t tell.
“Thanks man, it’s something I’ve always been self conscious about. Especially when it comes to dating other men. I think that’s why I prefer bigger men, you know, because they have something I don’t.”
I wasn’t quite sure why I told him that, I guess he made me feel at ease.
“Well, you shouldn’t, and if we’re being honest here, I’m actually the opposite. I prefer the skinny type, the legs, the small waist, the cute little bum.”
“Really?” I replied, pretending to be shocked, as Ty had already revealed this preference to me.
“Oh, yeah, I think it’s sexy as fuck. Especially when they’re wearing an oversized football jersey.” He said, giving me a very mischievous looking dimpled smile.
I could feel my face beam at his remark.
Feeling very flirtatious now, I parted my legs a bit more and caught Ryan’s gaze again, this time making no effort to hide what was on show.
“Ahem! If I didn’t know better, David, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” He said with a boyish grin.
“Why, is it working?” I replied playfully.
“Yeah, it is,” he said still staring, then biting his bottom lip and looking back up me.
He got up from his seat, stepped over the small coffee table between us and sat down next to me. He put his arm on the back cushion behind me and turned his body to face me. His proximity to me caused my body to suddenly tingle all over.
“Can I ask you something, David?”
I looked into his dark brown eyes.
“Of course.”
“Can I kiss you?”
I audibly gulped. I couldn’t believe it; he was actually making a move, although to be fair, I did have the landing lights on and was actively waving him in.
“Yes… yes you can.”
I put my glass on the coffee table in front of us and prepared myself for what was coming next.
Our heads drew closer and closer together, until our lips eventually met. It was a gentle kiss at first, before turning into a more prolonged passionate kiss.
As his firm body pressed against mine, I found myself easily submitting to him. I slid backward beneath his weight until I lay reclined, my head supported by the cushioned armrest, while Ryan’s impressive figure loomed over me. Throughout, our lips remained locked in an unbroken embrace. His kisses were remarkably tender, a surprising contrast to his raw masculine strength.
I felt his hand move to my knee, before sliding under the oversized shirt and progressively inch its way up the inside of my leg. My cock began twitching in anticipation, as I sensed his hand rapidly approaching.
His hand finally made contact, causing my cock to instantly harden, a surge of electricity ran through my body. I felt his thumb brushing the underneath of my shaft, from base to tip before he moved on to my balls. He cupped them at first, gently fondling them before giving them a hard squeeze. It hurt a little, but at the same time gave me immense pleasure.
He moved his hand back to my waiting cock, gripping his fingers around the shaft and began to slowly tug up and down.
“Is this okay?” he asked, with a heavy breath, close to my ear.
I nodded my head and let out a small moan.
He smiled at me, with that cute, dimpled smile of his.
“You know, I’ve been thinking of this ever since I saw that cute little ass of yours in the mirror that day we first met,” he said softly, before squeezing my cock a little harder.
I let out another little moan as he did.
“Yeah? What else have you thought of?” I replied playfully.
He stopped jerking me and reached for the bottom of the oversized jersey and pulled it up my body just far enough, so it revealed my straining cock.
“Well, there was this,” he said, and with that his head dove between my legs and he took me in his mouth.
I made a loud gasp of delight, at the feeling of his warm mouth, embracing the head of my swollen and sensitive cock.
“Aaahhh!” I blurted out, tensing up for a moment, before relaxing again.
He ran his tongue around my sensitive glans, before flicking the tip of his tongue against my slit, sending a tingle down my cock.
This was amazing, it was like all my fantasies were becoming real.
His hand jerked my cock every so often as he switched between sucking and jerking. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair as I struggled to cope with the ecstasy flowing through my body.
My body ached for him; I had reached the point where I needed him inside me.
I took a deep breath, sucking the air between my teeth.
I pulled his head from my cock and pulled his face to mine, kissing the lips that were seconds ago wrapped around my cock. I continued to kiss him, moving from his lips to his cheek, and then biting on his ear lobe, before whispering, “I want you inside of me.”
He pulled back from me and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head.
I grabbed my cock and began to slowly jerk it, while I watched Ryan continue to undress.
His trousers were next to come off, revealing his tightly packed underwear, which were visibly struggling to contain the beast with in.
As his fingers followed the v-shape of his lower abdomen they slipped inside his underwear, and he pulled them down.
There it was, standing up from his body, his long, thick, uncut cock. His foreskin had retracted fully revealing his thick purple mushroom head.
I couldn’t resist it any longer. While I desperately wanted to be fucked, I had to have a taste first. I quickly sat up, so I was face to face with it. The earthy musk of his crotch filled my nostrils.
As he stood there in front of me, I kissed the tip of his cock and with my mouth wide open, I stuck my tongue out.
I gave him one last look before resting the head of his impressive cock on the tip of my tongue and moved my head slowly forward until most of it was in my mouth.
I felt his powerful hands rest on my shoulders, as he tilted his hips. He began rocking back and forth gently and I let him slowly fuck my mouth, filling it so completely.
With my cheeks hollowed, my mouth slowly filled with saliva as I savoured every inch of his man hood.
He moved his hands from my shoulders to the sides of my head, his fingers clutching at my hair, as he increased his speed. His cock slid deeper into mouth, hitting the back and top of my throat. I couldn’t help but gag slightly as I tried to accommodate him.
Hearing me gag, he slowed down a bit again, before relinquishing control back to me. It was then I took over, I felt the back of his thick muscular thighs, before resting my hands on those beautifully sculpted ass cheeks of his. I squeezed them as my mouth slid up and down the length of his cock.
His salty sweetness coated the back of my throat, like an irresistible nectar and all the while I could feel my own cock leak at the pure excitement of having him inside my mouth.
As much as I enjoyed having him in my mouth, there was somewhere else that craved his magnificent cock. I stopped what I was doing and turned around to face the opposite direction. Kneeling on the sofa cushion, I placed my hands on the back of the sofa and arched my back, pushing my ass out, presenting it to him for the taking.
His warm hands grabbed onto the side of my thighs, and he slid them up my body, lifting the jersey over my ass. He held it in place with one hand and used the other hand to stroke my ass, before moving it between my legs and grabbing my balls again.
I felt a warm sensation trickle down the cleft of my ass before it eventually reached my puckering hole. I felt his finger rub his saliva around my entrance, before pushing his thumb inside me. My cock jumped, flicking a strand of precum on to his sofa cushion.
His thumb continued to probe my ass and I could feel my sphincter go into overdrive as it attempted to accommodate him.
After a few minutes of warming me up with his finger, he grabbed a hold of his cock and with another helping of saliva, he rubbed the head of his slick cock around my entrance and then pushed in to me.
My entire body felt like its was on fire. I could feel the pressure build behind me as he tried to force his way in. I tried to relax my body as best as I could, but he was so big. I could feel my muscles being stretched to their limit. It hurt so much, but I didn’t care, I wanted this so badly. I focused on my breathing as Ryan inched his swollen head inside of me.
After an agonising few moments my body eventually yielded to him, his thick cock firmly inside of me; my ass had never felt so full. My own cock was so hard it hurt.
Ryan paused for a moment, before scrunching up the excess material of the football jersey into a knot at my lower back. The once loose jersey, now cinched tightly around my abdomen. He used the knot like the horn of a saddle and pulled me forward.
“Arghh!” I grunted out, gritting my teeth and gripping tightly on to the back sofa cushion.
He pulled back and then pushed forward into me again.
“Fuuck!” I cried out.
He leaned against me and did it again and again.
I could feel his cock hitting the sweet spot, my cock oozed more precum as it wagged up and down, swaying with the momentum.
“Fuck that feels so good,” I cried out.
“Yeah, you like that?” He replied back.
“Mmm, yeah.”
“You want some more?” he said thrusting again.
“YES!” I cried out once more, turning my head to look at him behind me.
He let go of the jersey and I used that opportunity to quickly take it off, revealing my slender frame. Ryan quickly grabbed onto my narrow hips with both hands and pulled me closer into him and that’s went he started to really go for it, he began to pound my ass with gusto. I couldn’t suppress anything even if I tried, I cried out loudly, pleading with him not to stop.
I had never moaned like this, ever. No man had ever made me feel this way.
“YES!, YES!, YES!” I screamed out.
My moans of delight warbled out of me, my voice trembling. I glanced down momentarily, the sofa cushion was soaked in my precum, I had been leaking like a tap.
Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me over on to my back as if I weighed nothing. He grabbed a hold of my legs, pivoting me, before pulling me to the other end of sofa. He lifted my lower body slightly, so my ass was now propped up on the opposite arm rest. He gripped on to my thighs, parted my legs and penetrated me once more.
As I lay there on my back, taking all he had to give, I looked up at him, his face was a picture of intensity. All I could do was stare at his beautiful physique, watching as a single bead of sweat trickled down between his pronounced pecs and over his delicious abs.
My rigid cock continued to bounce up and down as his body clapped into me, while my feet dangled in the air, my toes curled from the unending pleasure coursing through me.
Not done yet, he lifted and pushed my legs together and rested them against his chest, towards his left shoulder, freeing his hand, which he used to grip my cock once more.
He started to quickly jerk me off, sending my whole body into a orgasmic frenzy. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
With a prolonged moan and with my fingers digging into the sofa cushion, I started to cum like never before. It shot out of me in intense bursts, spraying my chest, and reaching as far as my chin.
Ryan wasn’t far behind me, his face was getting redder and redder, and after three deep, sharp thrusts, he climaxed. His thick arms clutched my legs tightly and I could feel his thick cock pulsing inside of me, as he unloaded his warm seed.
With his eyes closed, he took several deep breaths, before opening them again and looking down at me and smiling.
My body was a mess. My hair had been sitting in a pool of precum, my chest was covered in my cum and I was holding on to Ryan’s load inside of me.
He took a short step back, withdrawing from me. I felt some of his load trickle out of me.
“Mmm, that was…” I struggled to say.
“I mean, oh my god, that was amazing. Easily the best experience I’ve ever had,” I managed to say holding the sides of my face.
He came along side me and kneeled down on the floor, so our heads were level.
We kissed again and he rested his forehead against mine.
“It was pretty good wasn’t it.” he said.
“Yeah, it was, and your poor sofa, I’m afraid I made a bit of a mess.”
“It was totally worth it, I’d go through a hundred sofas, if it meant we could keep doing that.”
“Ha, it’s got my vote. Now, I think I’m going to need another shower.”
“How about I give you a hand.”
“I think it was your hand that caused this mess in the first place,” I joked.
“True, true, but I don’t recall you complaining at the time.”
He stood up and held out his hand. Gripping on to it, he pulled me up, and against his warm body, where he held me tightly in those powerful arms, our spent cocks touching each other. He kissed me once more, before turning and with my hand held tight, lead me towards the bathroom.
Who knows what will happen next, but I look forward to finding out.