Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2010 15:51:42 -0500 From: Jason Clarkson <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: My Stud Ryan, Chapter 6 If you are not of legal rights and/or age to read any type of adult literature or if you find the material offensive, please do not read any further. The author and site cannot be held liable as you agree to accept all responsibility for reading said material. If you wish to contact the author of this series, please do so at email@example.com, I will respond to all e-mails. This story is loosely based on events in my life however names, descriptions and actions of other characters are not real. "Oh Ricky! Aaaaggghhhh!" I shouted as I sprayed my stomach with my morning load. That isn't the first time thoughts of that day with Ricky brought me to such an explosive ending. "And it's not probably not the last," I said as I hopped out of bed and headed for the shower. Having fully drained my balls for the second time in the last 8 hours, I wasn't looking to rub out another as I scrubbed myself clean. However, Ryan was weighing on my mind. Was I going to keep going over there and continue to submit to his every command? I hated that I was letting him control me like that. But, in the heat of it, I loved every minute of it. Did he really get into dominating like that? Or, was it just his way of acting on his desires without having to admit he enjoyed sex with a man? If it was just a domination thing, how far would he want to take it? More importantly, how far would I let it go? I shuddered as I felt myself honestly not knowing where/when I would draw the line if pushed. There was also the hint that he wanted more which was sparking an inner challenge to push him to make him succumb to his secret desires. I felt a twinge of guilt knowing that I would be proud of myself for getting Ryan to act on his suppressed feelings. The pride was not because I was helping him to understand who he was. It would be for the success. Ryan was a conquest. Victory would be declared when I got the straight stud to suck my cock and moan like a little bitch while I pounded his tight ass. Then, I would be done with him. I didn't care that it might leave him totally confused and not knowing where to turn. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked myself. "You can't play with people like that!" I chided myself. The shower ran cold as all of these thoughts raced through my head. "Ugh," I grunted. "This kid has a fuckin' hold on you, dude, and you better snap out of it." My personality always leads me to the edge. It's where I love to live. I have a perfect lifeógreat wife, kids, friends, career, etc. Yet, I always want to push things to the limit. Maybe I should just take up skydiving or mountain climbing. I sometimes wonder if this double life I lead is more about the riskiness of it all rather than the hot sex with men. "Ummm, I think it's the hot sex," I murmured as I stepped from the shower. As I dried myself off, I heard my phone vibrating on the counter. It was letting me know I had a missed call. I looked at the screen. There were 5 missed calls. All from the same number. It was Ryan. "What the fuck?" I said as crazy thoughts ran through my head as to what this was about. The phone vibrated again. An incoming call. It was Ryan again. "Hello?" I said, in a way that would let him know I was wondering why he would be calling me so many times during the day, and that I wasn't really all the pleased to be answering it. "Hey." He said after a moment of silence. I noted a bit of a slur in his voice. "Hey." I replied, matching his wordiness. "Come over." "What? Now?" I asked "Yes, now, come over." He repeated. "I am working," I lied and then asked, "Why aren't you?" "Fuck, can't you get away? I need you to come over," he said. I was so confused, what was all this about. I think he was buzzed. He didn't sound really drunk (I could tell that voice), and this didn't just seem like he was really horny. I was still annoyed that he was clearly overstepping the boundaries of discreteness with all the calls, so I fired back: "You NEED me to come over? Sorry dude. I can't just drop everything because you need me to come over to get you off. Maybe tonight or something." I was so proud of myself for not falling into my usual trance and saying yes. The truth was, I wanted to race over there, but I was annoyed enough that it didn't control me. "No, it's not like that." He shot back. "It's just that, ummm" And then silence. I waited. I am very comfortable in silence. If this guy wanted to say something, I wasn't gonna help him or bail him out. "Fuck, just come over, please?" he said. Now, I was really confused. The tone of his voice had completely changed and I nothing to base it on so I had no idea what he was up to. "Is something wrong?" I said, more trying to stall and get a clue as to what was going on, "because you can't be calling me so many times. Dude, it's just not cool." "I know, I know. I am really sorry. I just really want you to come over. Work was slow so they sent me home. I thought you might be working from home today. I was hoping you could come over." He explained. I melted, except for my dick which sprang to attention. "OK. Yeah I am home. I can get away for a bit. I'll be right over." I said, not believing the words were actually coming out of my mouth, but yet completely unable to stop them. I don't remember much until I pulled into his driveway. The house looked different in the day light. The door was wide open. I looked through the screen door, shading my hands from the sun so that I could see in. "Hey, come on in." Ryan shouted, like I was an old buddy. I could see him in the kitchen, standing at the counter. I opened the door and walked in. Wow, everything looked so different now that I could see it in the light. Especially Ryan. He was in jeans and a tshirt. I had never seen him dressed and I had never seen him in the day. He was stunning. I couldn't believe it. He definitely looked better than in the dark. I stopped suddenly. This was all so different, I didn't know what to do. He looked up at me and smiled. "Come on in, can I get you a drink or something?" he asked. I felt like I was in the twilight zone. What had gotten into him? He was now all of a sudden the cordial host having a friend over for a chat? I saw the opened beer on the counter (and a few empties). "Sure, I'll have a beer with you," I said smiling. He opened the refrigerator and stood facing it. His ass looked so perfect in those jeans. He turned to look at me and show me the contents of the refrigerator. He smiled and did a bit of a double take as he totally busted me for checking out his ass. "Oh, you like that, huh?" he said playfully. "In due time, Mister. For now, what kind did you want?" I looked in and scanned the refrigerator which was mostly stocked with beer. There wasn't much room for food. I noticed the Bud Lights were on the bottom shelf. "Hey, that's my kind of refrigerator," I said admiringly. "I'll have a Bud Light." I am not too picky about what kind of beer I drink, but I realized he would have to bend over to reach the Bud Light. I would enjoy that little show. As Ryan bent in for the Bud Light, his jeans tightened around his muscular mounds. "Mmmmm" I softly moaned and noticed Ryan lingering in that position. He had the Bud Light in his grasp but seemed to be hanging there to allow me to continue to enjoy the view. I couldn't resist. I walked up and grabbed both cheeks with my hands. "Oh yeah, Ryan," I softly said, "this is one fine ass." Ryan stood up and slowly leaned back into me. His back against my chest and his head rested on my shoulder. "Fuck Jason, it feels so good to have your hands on me." He groaned as I continued to fondle his meaty cheeks. He turned and looked at me, and then quickly leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked. I had to let go with one hand and grab at the refrigerator to steady myself. He almost knocked me over as he pushed his lips hard against mine and drove his tongue in and out of his mouth. Once I was fully balanced, I slid my right hand under his tshirt and ran it up and down his tight stomach and chest. Ryan turned and embraced me, still kissing me, hard and fast. I worked my left hand up to his waist line and then back down to his ass, but this time inside the jeans. I was pleased to find there was no underwear to get in the way. As I continued to work that hand down, my right hand concentrated on Ryan's nipples. His moans encouraged me to continue to tweak both of them. Ryan loosened his tight hug on me and raised him arms as he pulled his lips off mine. I took the cue and quickly lifted his shirt off of him. He hugged me again and resumed his onslaught of my mouth with his tongue. Both of my hands went to work on his abs and chest. Squeezing and rubbing his muscles forcefully was being met with no resistance. In fact, it was spurred on from his occasional groans that vibrated in my mouth. I worked my hands down to his jeans and quickly undid the button and zipper. They were tight enough to reveal that beautiful ass but also were loose enough to drop to mid thigh once I dropped the zipper. His hard cock plopped out and slapped against my jeans. I grabbed it in my right hand and stroked it. I rolled my fingers over the head and collected as much precum as I could. I grabbed his now throbbing cock at the base with my left hand and milked it, getting some more juice to pour onto the fingers of my right hand. Once I had fully coated my middle finger with my stud's liquid, I moved my right hand to his back side. Being careful not to touch him with the middle finger and waste all the precious lube, I positioned my hand on both his cheeks so that the middle finger was aimed at his tight hole. I was still long stroking his lengthy dick and he was still kissing me deep and fast. When he felt my hand touch his ass, he spread his legs out to give me better access. None of his moves would have come as a surprise to me if not for the fact that in the three previous times together, he showed none of this. It was as if this was a completely different person. With the slight opening created by his movement, I darted my precum soaked finger at his hole. Ryan jumped as I hit my target. I penetrated it quickly just as he had roughly invaded my hole with his big cock the night before. I felt his muscles tighten around my finger, instinctively defending this attack. I continued to struggle to push in deeper. Ryan abruptly stopped kissing me as quickly as he had started. He buried his head into my neck as he gasped for air. He was trying to ride out the pain my finger was causing him. I slowly slid my finger back out. I realized that if I was going to fuck this tight hole, I needed to get it ready, and it was nowhere near being close to being ready. I got down on my knees and pushed him against the refrigerator. The door was still open and the cool air felt good against my face. I wondered how it felt for Ryan's exposed ass. I took his cock into my mouth and worked it as I had quickly learned he enjoyed. "Fuck Jason, that feels so good. Keep doing it like that, yes! You do that so good." Ryan moaned as I slobbered all up and down his healthy shaft. I started to stroke his cock while I slid it in and out of my mouth. Once it was well coated with my saliva, I moved down to his balls. Taking his entire sac into my mouth, I sucked hard, pulling them away from his body. "Aaaaghhh," he yelled. "Fuck Jason, yes!" So, Ryan liked a bit of pain, I thought. Well, he is gonna feel some real shit soon enough. I moved off his balls and worked further down towards my intended goal when I dropped to my knees in the first place. His tight, smooth, pink hole. I heard him gasp as the tip of my wet tongue tickled the outside of his twitching hole. I licked all around it, occasionally testing the center, waiting for it to offer my tongue full entry. I pushed on his inner thighs to get him to spread further, but his jeans, now at his knees, were limiting access. I tugged them down to his ankles and spread his legs further. I used my hands to pull those tight, meaty cheeks apart. My slobber was all up and down his crack, but I could only manage to lick his ass lips. I felt them trying to draw in my tongue but the positioning wasn't right. "Oh fuck, Jason, yeah play with my ass," Ryan begged as he strained to give me more access. Our frustration levels were rising as this tight hole seemed out of reach. Finally, I tugged at his hips too hard and he lost his balance. We both banged off of the refrigerator and landed on the tile floor. My head hit first, with Ryan's ass landing on top of it. I went to work immediately. Grabbing his luscious mounds, I lifted him slightly off of my face at the same time spreading them wide. There was his pink eye winking so invitingly at me. I shot my tongue out and let it press against it. Ryan shrieked as my tongue entered him. I lowered him so that it went deeper. "Fuck Jason, fuck me with your tongue." Ryan screamed. After moving his ass up and down a few times, Ryan took charge. He started doing tricep dips to drive my tongue in and out of him. After 15 of them, he began to strain and eventually rested, sitting on my face. I struggled for breath but kept moving my tongue and lips all over his ass. He slowly slid his ass back and forth across my face. His crack was completely soaked so it easily slid across. I felt his hands tug at my jeans. He fumbled for the button and zipper. I lifted my hips as best as I could to allow him to rid me of my jeans and boxers. It was difficult as my shoulders were pinned under his strong thighs and my face was clamped down between his ass and the floor. A thought flashed through my head. I don't think I closed the door behind me, and the kitchen was in plain view from the street. I was relieved, however, when I remembered that the refrigerator door was still open and it was blocking us from the doorway, effectively hiding up from anyone passing by. It wasn't, however, blocking the guttural sounds coming from Ryan as I continued to prepare his ass for its first fucking. I didn't know for a fact that it was going to be his first, but his reaction my finger led me to believe it hadn't seen much activity. And, his reaction to this thrashing I was giving it with my tongue, seemed to be his first experience with so much intense pleasure. My focus shot back to the business at hand as I felt Ryan's warm mouth engulf my cock. "Oh yes Jason, you have such a great cock. I wanted to suck it so bad last night; I just needed to have it today." He said while he stroked it and caught his breath so he could go back down on it. I felt him gag as he forced it down his throat. I didn't try to push it down, as I was busy continuing the tongue fucking. He was doing most of the work. Sliding his ass away from my tongue as he took my cock in his mouth, then my tongue would bury into his hole while he let my cock slide back out of his mouth. I was getting very close and his ass was very ready. I wasn't about to miss out on this opportunity. Before I could move Ryan off of me, he lifted himself off. Without saying a word, he ripped his jeans all the way off. He plopped himself back on top of me. I felt my own slobbered puddle up on my stomach under his ass. I looked up at him, and he looked deep into my eyes. His face was beautiful but had a look of incredible intensity. Still no words were spoken. He lifted himself up and grabbed my cock at the base. He then positioned himself over my bulging cock head and began to lower himself onto it. "AAAaaaaaggghhhhh, Fuck!" he screamed, and I mean screamed! He began panting heavily but continued to lower himself. He was like a weightlifter struggling with the final few reps. In fact, he probably did this exact same thing when he was working out. After a few pauses, I finally felt his ass come to rest on me. His balls rested on my pubes as he leaned a bit forward. He now hovered over me, but still grimaced as my cock stretched his hole. I let my hands roam in his chest, stomach and ass as I let him adjust to this new sensation. I was careful not to thrust my hips or cause any movement of my dick. The feeling was incredible however. His entire ass was squeezing it. I felt the muscles twitch all around it. Finally, he started to move. Slowly at first, but before long, he was impaling himself on my cock with tremendous force. He was howling in pleasure and his sweat was dripping all over me. The cold air from the refrigerator was not enough to keep this machine from overheating. His stamina was incredible. This desire had been building for years and he was going to take it in full force. His hole was warm and tight, but the muscles had stopped resisting and were now all working in unison. I saw his frustration begin to mount as my cock would brush against his prostate. When it hit, it would send a wave of ecstasy through him and a subsequent louder yell. The frustration was from the fact that he was struggling to get my cock back to that spot. I watched him focus harder and swirl his hips trying to get me to drive my cock into his button more consistently. He tossed his head back as he finally got it. "Oh Jason, yes, I am gonna cum!" he shouted as I felt my cock head repeatedly hitting against his pulsing pleasure gland. His steady stream of grunts came to an abrupt halt. His loud panting stopped. Then, his whole body froze. And then I felt it. The first splash hit my forehead, the second my upper lip. I thought my own dick was being ripped off as his muscles tightened around it. The vibration of his cum pouring out brought me over the edge, and I began to shoot my cum into him. He started to breathe once again and his yells were filled with the sound of relief as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He began to stroke his still rock hard cock, milking the shaft while my cock continued to milk him from the inside while his ass milked the last of my cum out as well. As the intensity level slowly drifted downward, I licked up Ryan's second shot that was resting on my upper lip. Ryan saw this and leaned in. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he headed for my forehead. He busily went to work cleaning off his first shot which had now began to leak into my hair. My cock softened and slowly slipped out of his well worn ass. I felt my cum start to drip out. Ryan stood up and quickly dressed. I did the same, although it didn't take me long as my shirt was still on and my pants were at my knees. I noticed I would be going home with cum stained clothing again as Ryan had deposited several shots onto my shirt. At least it is his cum this time, I thought. "You said Bud Light, right?" Ryan said as he leaned in and grabbed one, not pausing at all this time. That's it for Chapter Six. I didn't get to the call from Ricky, but I will in Chapter 7, which will be the last. You have heard enough about me and Ryan and once I tell you about the call in Chapter 7, which will be enough about Ricky. I will start a different story about some other guys after that. 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