Ryan & Mie & the Guys

Ryan and Mike sat at the table eating room-temperature pizza and drinking cold soda. Ryan sprawled naked in his chair, his cock at half-mast, draped against his thigh. Mike sat properly diagonally next to him, posture correct, clad in boxers. He took at bite from his slice and a pepperoni dropped onto the red bush, propped against the side of his cock.

Mike nodded towards Ryan's lap, "You dropped something."

Ryan looked down and then at the slice in one hand and the soda in the other. "Could you get that for me? My hands are full."

"Ah....no. Get it yourself. It's your dick."

"And you keep trying to not look at it. Without much success. It's ok, you can look at me all you want." He picked up the pepperoni and slowly put it into his mouth, sucking the salt out, chewing slowly, and swallowing it down. "I've missed you, Mike. We only had that one time, quite awhile ago, but I still think of you. I've gone back to that rest stop, but I never find you there. "

"You do? I've gone back a few times, but most times I eat lunch alone."

"Most times?" asked Ryan. "You have come a long way in six months. I'm guessing you're not with your wife anymore."

"No." Mike got up from the table and felt his dick stuck to the fresh precum that had leaked onto his boxers. He went to the fridge and grabbed two beers. He set one in front of Ryan and took a long draw from the other before sitting down. "If we're going to talk about that, we should have real drinks," he said.

"That time got my thinking, and feeling. Things hadn't been very good between us. Not bad, just not good. When I brought up separating, she wasn't upset. She'd been feeling the gap in our marriage. We were great friends, but shouldn't have married. And it wasn't just because of how I was feeling."

"You told her?"

"Oh God no. I still wasn't sure of anything. One weekend she was away and I got pretty drunk and ended up having sex with my neighbor, a guy. It was...interesting. And kind of humiliating." Mike proceeded to tell Ryan about the night with his neighbor in detail (as told here previously).

"I had fun while it was happening but when I looked back on it, I felt used. And it wasn't in a nice way. I avoided him after that. It was like I had had the good and the not so good. You were the good." He smiled at Ryan. "That was really good. I think about you, too."

"I wish the phone number hadn't gotten messed up, Mike. And I'm sorry you had a bad time. You shouldn't have bad times."

"I moved out a couple weeks later. I had some stuff happen that wasn't bad. Nothing that lasted, but I had fun. And then I met Pete. We've had a great time, but we both knew that a long-term thing wasn't there. Pete called us fuck buddies."

Ryan fished a half joint from the ashtray and lit up. He and Mike passed it back and forth until it burned out. "So, Ryan, what's your worst time?"

"Me?"

"It's only fair. You heard mine. Don't leave me out here, humiliated, all alone."

"Mine was a long time ago. I was young, still in college, and not out. One night I got drunk and went to this porn movie place I had heard about. They showed straight porn, but there was gay stuff going on. It was one of those old movie theaters and pretty dark in places not lit up by the screen.

"I sat on the side, way in the row, in the dark. I didn't know what to do. I know what I wanted to do, but not how to go about it. This guy came and sat down in the same row, a few seats down. He pulled out his dick and started stroking it slow. I was nervous, but took mine out, too. I didn't dare stroke it to much, I was so horned up I thought I'd cum too soon. He looked over and watched me. Then he stood up and moved over to sit beside me. He didn't say anything, just ook my hand and put it on his dick. I started stroking it and just staring at this big cock in my hand.

"While I did that, he took out this little bottle, held it to his nose, and sniffed real hard. Then did the other nostril. He held it out to me and I didn't know what to do. I was still holding his dick and he reached up and held one nostril closed and put the bottle under the other. I inhaled. I know now it was Rush, but no clue then. I thought it was airplane glue and then my heart started pounding and my head got spacey and my cock felt like it got harder. He did my other nostril. I was so fucking spaced on it.

"Then he put his hand behind my head and pulled me down to his cock. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too, so I opened up and dove onto that cock. It was my whole world then. My heart beating and this big cock in my mouth. I didn't have much of a gag reflex and didn't know that it was odd to just take the whole thing right away, but my nose was in his pubes and I was sucking and licking.

"I felt his hand slide down my back and wriggle into my pants. He couldn't get too far, but his hand on just part of the skin of my butt made me think I'd blow my load right then. He was talking low in my ear, this deep voice, so sexy. Telling me what a good blowjob it was and how my butt felt so firm. He said he wanted to see my butt. The Rush was at my nose again and I inhaled. Still on his cock, I opened my belt and pants and pushed them down some. HIs hand was stroking my ass, he was saying how smooth it was, how firm. He pulled me off his cock and said he had to see my ass and to stand up. I looked around he said it was dark, no one would see me. He gave me another hit. I was stoned out of my mind on that shit as well as being a bit drunk already. I staggered up and turned my back to him. He shuffled me over so I was between his legs and he pulled my pants down to my ankles.

"Knowing I was that naked in public, I almost came right then.

"He pushed on my back and told me to bend over so he could see better. I did, my hands on the arms of the chair in front of us, the seatback in my stomach. I felt him peel my cheeks open and felt his hot breath on me. Felt so exposed, so vulnerable. He spit on my hole and rub it around with his thumb. Never had a guy back there doing anything, so I tensed up. He told me to relax and handed me the Rush. Took a hit and my mind focused on his spitting and rubbing my hole.

"Then he licked me from taint to lower back. No one had done anything near that. I felt my stomach drop. His face pushed in and his tongue swabbed my hole. I may have fainted it felt so good. All I know is I ended up completely bent over that chair, my arms on the seat, my head hanging straight down. I was still Rushing and my whole world became his tongue lapping at me, swirling on me. I could feel his spit trickling down onto my balls and what I think was his tongue probing my hole.

"I don't know how long it went on. I was probably moaning kinda loud. Then there were these hands by my face and the Rush at my nose. I inhaled more. Then this hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and there was this cock in front of me. My mouth was already hanging open and he just pushed right in. My mind was blown; a tongue up my ass, a cock in my mouth, heart and head pounding. I sucked him, moaning around his cock.

"Then I felt this pressure on my butthole. Then more. Didn't know what it was and thought it was a finger. And it pushed harder and I realized it wasn't his finger cause both his hands were clenching my hips and whatever was pushing in was big. I felt this sharp, hot, pain as his cock pried my asshole open. It sobered me up quick and I started to struggle. My legs were dancing and ass bobbing up and down. The guy in front of me grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat. The guy behind me kept pushing in. Felt like he was splitting me open. And I remember him saying 'Must be a first-timer, so fucking tight." And it was a first. I started pushing the guy in front of me and trying to move my butt away. The guy in front pulled my head into his gut, and the guy behind me says "I love when they struggle." And then he pushed all the way in. I yelled but my throat was full of cock and it came out as a deep moan. And then the Rush was back and I tried not to inhale but some spilled on my lip and in his pubes and I was in a cloud of it. My head spun and. luckily, I felt my butt relax around him so it hurt less. I remember he called me a good faggot.

"Then he started fucking me. It wasn't romantic or caring, I was just a hot sleeve to him. And with each thrust, my throat impaled itself on that cock. I know I was crying, but they didn't care. And then I didn't care, I just let myself drift into that cloud of Rush and felt my butt and throat relax. And here's the real scary part, I started to enjoy it. His cock was dragging on my prostate and shocks were running through my balls and into my gut. I grabbed onto the front guy's pants and tasted his precum as he pulled back before filling my throat back up. One of my hands got pulled away and I felt another cock in my grasp. I squeezed the firm meat and started pumping him in rhythm to my fucking. My cock kept chafing against the back of the seat. I thought for a second I was peeing and then realized I was cumming. Spunk was just shooting out of me and my butt was clenching around his pounding.

"I think that did him in. He pushed deep in my ass, his hands grasping my hips tight; I had bruises from his fingers for days after. I felt him cum in me. Then the guy in front pulled out and shot ropes of cum on my face. He wiped his cock over it and pushed back into my mouth. The guy behind me pulled out, leaving me feeling open and empty. He moved away and through the fog in my head I heard, "I got him lubed up for you". There was more shuffling, my cheeks pulled apart and I felt another cock slide into my ass. I whimpered, part cause my hole was sore and part cause I liked the way it felt. The soft cock slid out of my mouth and I pulled the other guy to me to replace him. Neither of them lasted long, one shooting on my ass and back, the other down my throat.

"They left me there, my pants at my ankles, shirt hiked up to my chest, cum dripping off my ass and face. I struggled to stand and the beam of a flashlight hit me. I froze, bent over the seat, spotlighted in my humiliation. I started to cry again, certain I was going to jail, that my parents would be called. The light clicked off and the usher came down the seats. He helped me stand. As I pulled my pants up, he told me I wasn't the first guy those guys had pinned down. Nor the second. When he saw them leave laughing, he knew what had happened and started searching the seats. I was glad he hadn't caught the second round. He brought me to an employee bathroom and helped me clean up. He had me bend over at the sink and I figured I was gonna get fucked again, but he washed my butt down with paper towels.

Even cleaned up, I know I reeked of cum. I blushed the whole cab ride back to my dorm, stinking up the backseat with spunk smell. My roommate was home and started to ask what happened. It was the look on my face, or maybe the dried cum in my hair, that shut him up. I grabbed my towel and hit the shower. The next day, he was the one that pointed out the finger bruises on my hips and butt. He was worried something had been done against my will. I said it wasnt. That led to the gay talk. First one I came out to. I didnt give him any info on what happened tho. Didnt tell anyone until now.

"We even?"

Mike stood and walked to Ryan, straddling his thighs to sit on his lap. He brushed Ryan's hair off his forehead. He leaned in and kissed him, lightly. He pulled back, then in to kiss him firmer. Their mouths opened and tongue brushed tongue. Mike felt Ryan hardening beneath him.

"This a pity fuck?" asked Ryan.

"No. I don't do that. You trusted me." He stood, his cock pointing up past the band of his underwear. He took Ryan's hand and started to walk away. "There's an open bed, Ryan."

"Its such a long way away." He pulled down Mike's underwear and drew his ass towards him. He ran a finger into the cheeks and teased at the butthole. "Still lubed up, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

Ryan drew him back between his legs and pushed his hips down. Mike followed without resistance and felt the thick head parting his cheeks. He pushed down, impaling himself on the meaty shaft. Ryans hands slid up to tease and twist his nipples as Mike started grinding himself on the hard cock.

Ryan's rough hand grasped Mike's shaft and squeezed. "Oh shit," said Mike. "Im already close."

"Me, too," said Mike. "Come for me, boy."

"Yes, Sir." Mike ass clamped onto Ryan's cock as cum wrenches its way out of his balls to spill over the rough fist. Ryan bit at his shoulder as his own cock spasmed and spit deep inside Mike. Mike drew Ryan's hand to his mouth and licked it clean of spunk. He felt Ryan softening and slipping from his ass. He stood and kissed Ryan. "Get your stuff, Sir. We're going to my place."

Mike went to the bedroom and quickly pulled on his clothes and grabbed his backpack. He headed out to find Mike at the front door clad in only a tool belt, hard hat, and work boots. "The rest of my stuff is in the bedroom. I didnt want to interrupt."

"That's ok. You can get it tomorrow. I've got gym shorts that should fit you."

"No. It's 2 in morning. I'll go like this. "

"You can't.."

"Watch me.". Ryan opened the door, glanced out and stepped into the hall. Mike watched his ass twitch as he strode down the hall, tool belt jingling. He closed the door behind him. "This will be an interesting day."