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Ryan emailed me the next night at 7:30pm. Unfortunately, I didn't see it until the next day. I sure wasn't expecting him to hit me up so soon. And, it was early enough in the evening that the email wouldn't qualify as a late night booty call. He was most likely sober, too.
"I guess he enjoyed it," I proudly said to myself.
It got me wondering. I had Ryan pegged as a guy who considered himself straight and wanted to stay that way. He liked getting his dick sucked and enjoyed having a guy do it because he could be more physical and there would be none of the bullshit of having a girlfriend.
But our last time together, I realized some other things. He definitely liked the male body and enjoyed being close to another naked man. He was hesitant at first, but he did enjoy stroking my cock and having our bodies touch. He also enjoyed my hands all over his body, including his ass.
Then, he hits me up in the evening the next night.
My mind started to race. Maybe this tough guy wanted more but was afraid to or not ready to because he didn't want to think of himself as gay.
I decided it was my mission to get this boy to experience what he secretly desires.
"I think I might even gonna fuck that hot little ass of his." I slyly thought to myself.
It would take time, though. I didn't want to rush it and scare him off.
Now, I had two reasons for hoping he would contact me soon. First, I love his cock, and second, I could start to put my plan into action.
After a few missed attempts, I told him just text or call as I hated missing the opportunities.
He called around 11pm that same night, although I didn't know it was him as it came in Unavailable on the caller id. I almost didn't answer it.
"Is this Jason?" he asked.
"Umm, yeah," I said. I was a bit confused but I quickly realized it was him. Jason isn't my real name, but it is the name I use on the display of the email. I had been signing my real name on all the emails with him, but I guess he hadn't noticed that. Anyway, there was no one else that would have my number that would call me Jason. So, I just went along with that.
"Do you know who this is?" he asked.
"Yeah, how's it going?" I replied. I never confirmed that his name was Ryan, which was what his email said, so I didn't want to call him that.
"Wanna come over?" he asked.
"Sure, now?" I replied.
"Yes, come on over now."
"OK, see ya in a bit"
"Hurry"
I hung up and checked on everyone around the house. My wife was asleep but my oldest son was still up.
"Hey, I am going out for some beers, I'll be back in a bit." I said to my son.
He looked up from his homework, and said, "OK."
I headed out the door. He lived about 10 minutes away. Unfortunately, I got stuck by a freight train fairly close to his house.
My phone rang and displayed Unavailable again.
"Hello," I answered.
"Where are you," he said, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Stuck by the train right by your house."
"OK, hurry up."
I hung up wondering how I was supposed to hurry past the train.
Finally, the gates rose and I got to his house. Same setup as usual. His white car in driveway, lights out. Door closed but unlocked.
I went in, kicked off shoes and headed upstairs. As I got in the room, I took off my shirt. I headed for the bed, but it was empty.
"Over here."
The voice startled me. I turned towards the noise. It was dark, as usual, but I realized there was a couch over there and he was on it.
He was naked already. I walked over and knelt between his knees, awaiting his command.
"Get my fucking cock hard," he barked.
He was drunk. I could smell it on him, but also there was a slur in his words. I began to play with his cock, lightly stroking, licking and sucking it.
When it got to be good and hard, I began to suck it.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good. Yes, keep doing that" he cooed.
I continued to swirl his cock in my hand and mouth, swallowing it all the way in a few times. I felt my own precum on my thigh as I worked this beautiful cock. I was a bit disappointed in myself because this was not helping with my plan. I did love his cock and I couldn't seem to resist going right to work.
He pulled me off suddenly as I was beginning to get accustomed. He pulled me up on the couch as he lay down. He tugged off my shorts and started to stroke me. I stroked him and began sucking his dripping cock, hoping he would do the same. I felt his hot breath on my pubes.
I silently urged him to take me in his mouth. I thrust my hips trying to get my cock to hit my intended target—his mouth. I felt my precum pouring out.
My lust was in full force and Ryan's cock was wreaking the benefit. I was feverishly sucking and slobbering over his healthy tool. With a little help from his hip thrusts, his bulbous cock head was driving into my throat. I would grab his ass in my hands to hold it in there for as long as I could.
Again, just as the other night, his verbal shouts and moans were hot, but clearly they weren't coming from someone who was about to shoot his load.
I knew it wasn't because of my efforts. The boy was so drunk it was gonna take longer.
Again, suddenly, he pushed me off his cock and the couch.
"I am gonna fuck you," he announced.
"You want me to fuck that tight ass, don't you?" he asked as he slapped my ass.
"Fuck yeah," I said, sprawled out on the floor.
He went over to the night stand and was rifling through the drawers.
"I know I have a condom in here somewhere," he said.
Things had certainly taken a turn. I hadn't expected this, but I also can't say I was disappointed. He had me so worked up, I probably would have agreed to anything.
He found the condom and tore it open.
"Get on all fours." He said as he lined up behind me.
He was inside me very quickly. He didn't just blast away, but he didn't stop to see if I was ok, either.
The pain shot through me. A little lube would have helped, I thought. It had been so long since I had been fucked, I was afraid it would be unbearable.
I managed to take his cock completely. He paused at just the right times to open me fully. Before long, he was buried all the way in. His cock filled me and sent shockwaves through my entire body unlike anything I had ever felt before.
"Ooh, what a tight fucking ass," Ryan exclaimed and proceeded to give my right cheek a few swats as he thrust his hips slowly.
Then, he began to pick up the pace.
I, as usual with him, was speechless. A few groans were coming out but for the most part I was quiet. This was not, however, how I was feeling on the inside. Each thrust of his thick, juicy cock was pulverizing my prostrate. I could feel pre-cum pouring out of my cock. Wave after wave of pleasurable shivers ran through my entire body.
Even if I could verbalize my ecstasy, it probably would have been drowned out by Ryan's screams of pleasure. The sound of slapping of his hips on my ass was muffled by his grunts and groans.
"Lay down." He commanded as he kicked my legs wider apart with his.
My cock landed into the puddle of precum that I had deposited on the wood floor. I felt his full weight press against my body as he began to fuck me ferociously.
I felt the burn of my skin as it was slid back and forth the floor.
I could feel Ryan's hot breath on my neck as he leaned in. His sweaty chest pressed against my back.
"You like taking my cock up that tight ass, don't you Jason?" He whispered into my ear.
I didn't respond verbally. Instead I pushed back my hips to meet his driving cock, and squeezed my ass muscles. I think he understood.
This little move put him over the edge, and his sweet whisper turned back into the roar of the lion.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah, aaaahhh, oh shit, oh shit, aaaaaahhhh," he screamed as his cum erupted from his balls.
I felt his body tremble on top of mine as he slowed his thrusting. I felt the last few quivers as his cum was being depleted from his balls. He collapsed on top of me completely. I lay very still under him feeling his breathing slow while his cock began to soften and slowly slip from my well used hole. I was covered in his and my own sweat. The smell of our sweat added to the already intoxicating scent.
When his cock completely freed itself from my ass, he rolled off of me and stumbled to his feet. I heard the now filled condom make a thud against the floor as he ripped it off. He collapsed into his bed. Once again, the boy was spent.
I, however, was not finished. So, I rolled over and started to stroke my cock. It didn't take long before I felt shot after shot of my hot juice pelt my sweaty chest. Now I was spent. I had been thoroughly fucked and now had completely drained my balls.
I dragged myself up and got dressed. Once again, not for sure if what I was putting on was mine. Once again, I felt my clothes stick to my cum and sweat covered body.
No words were spoken as I walked out.
That's it for Chapter Four. I will work Ricky back into Chapter Five. Please send any comments to me at jclarkson35@gmail.com. Thanks for the responses and I am trying to accommodate.