"Don't light the house on fire, and no wild parties!" My dad told me, standing at the front door with a suit case slung over his shoulder. Next to him, each carrying another bag were my Mom, and Mr. and Mrs. Tamson, Ryan's Mom and Dad. Ryan and I stood in front of them in my living room nodding our heads to their comments.
"All right then, Buh bye, see you Sunday." My dad said, as I returned the good-bye, he was out the door. Next was my Mom, and then both of Ryan's parents, and once all the farewells were given, they were all out the door and shutting it behind them, Ryan and I were alone.
It had been six months since our two families had taken a trip to Virginia beach, where Ryan had taught me a very valuable lesson. We hadn't seen each other for more then a few minutes at a time since then, as we go to different schools. However since we were now 18, and finally deemed old enough to stay home alone for an entire weekend, here we were together at my house. Our parents take a winter trip to my cabin up north every year for a weekend. I usually am forced to stay at my grandparents house during this trip, while my older sisters got to stay at friends houses. My sisters were once again at their friends houses, and Ryan's younger sister was at his aunts house, and his older one also at a friends house. Unlike other years however, our parents had decided we were finally old enough to stay alone, on the condition that we were together. So my straight friend, and experimental homosexual partner was sleeping over my house for the entire weekend.
I couldn't be more excited about the weekend. If you don't know from my last two adventures at Virginia beach, Ryan has been my long time best friend as a result of the friendship my parents and his parents have shared our entire lives. He's also served as my gay fantasy in my otherwise heterosexual world for as long as I can remember. For years I've dreamed and lusted of his hot defined body, which as a result of the many sports he participated in, was much more muscular then mine, and as you'd know if you've been doing your homework, last summer, my fantasy came true when Ryan taught me that straight guys can fuck.
As we heard our parents pull away and honk twice as they flew up the street beginning their journey to my cabin on the lake, Ryan turned to me.
"So, What the Hell is up Cuz?" Ryan asked me in his city slang that I've come to expect from him. Since he lived in the city, and I lived in the suburbs around the city, we had a totally different way of speaking. He called me cuz a lot, because we'd grown up as close as cousins, even though we shared no relation.
"Uhh, not a whole hell of a lot." I replied. Which was the truth, life had been nothing short of completely dull since summer came to an end and my senior year of High School started.
"Oh What the fuck!" Ryan exclaimed, catching me completely off guard as he stepped closer to me in the living room. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of me and reached to the fly of my jeans unbuttoning them and then unzipping them, causing them to drop to the floor.
In that split second I realized excitedly that Ryan had the same idea about this weekend as I had. We had an entire house to ourselves and as I had planned, it seemed he as well wanted to further test his theory that straight guys can fuck. Not only that, but that straight guys can fuck in any place.
I found myself standing there in my Adidas T-shirt and blue boxer shorts as Ryan sat on his knees before me. I let out a sigh as he jerked my boxers down to my ankles, letting my semi-hard member flop free.
"There's what I've been waiting for since this summer!" He exclaimed taking my smooth meat in his hands, I felt as if pulses of electricity were shooting from my cock to the rest of my body as he rubbed my stiffening snake with in his hands. He cupped my dangling balls and let them roll in and between his left fingers as he began jerking my cock back and forth and twisting it from side to side. I moaned even louder.
I was rock hard now at my full six and a half inches. I felt weak in the knees as he continued his hand job, and realized I really might fall down. I backed up to my dads reclining chair, and with Ryan's hands still groping and feeling my shaft and testicles, I fell into a sitting position in the lazy-boy. Ryan down on his knees in front of me, began jacking off my engorged prick with both hands at a blinding speed. I realized that we were alone in the house and let out a huge yell at the top of my lungs!
"OH GOD YES!!! JACK ME OFF YOU FUCKER!!!" I screamed, and then let out a grunt of pure pleasure as Ryan began to go even faster working my dick between his hands. Before I knew it my head was spinning and I was bucking my hips up and down in his grasp. Then spots flashed before my eyes as an intense feeling of pure untouched pleasure exploded in the form of a white liquid from my rigid member. My sperm poured from the tip of my penis all over both of Ryan's hands. I let out a sigh of deep satisfaction and slumped over in the recliner as I watched Ryan lick up every drop of my cum from his hands.
"How's that for the start of a weekend alone cuz?" Ryan asked licking up the last drop of my man juice from his hand.
"Oh fuck..." I panted out, looking in amazement at my hot stud of a friend. He smiled one of the boyish smirks I've come to know of him, and the look, coupled with the spot of semen that dribbled from the corner of his mouth turned me back on again. I decided I should pace myself for the weekend though, and reached down to pull back up my pants and boxers. Ryan's hand knocked mine away from pulling them up.
"Oh no you don't!" He demanded. I should have known my more athletic friend wouldn't need a rest already. Instead he stood up, and unbuttoned his baggy jeans, and ripped them and his underwear off in one swift motion. He then pulled off his big baby blue North Carolina Tar Heels basketball jersey and stood before me in his nude splendor. His body was probably even more buff and tone then it was during our summer vacation. Every ripple flexed on his well defined body as he came towards me again.
"Suck me off now bitch!" He commanded, I was happy to comply. I stayed seated in the reclining chair as Ryan got up on it and, using the back of the chair to support himself with his hands, he stood spread eagle with both is feet on the arms of the plush reclining chair. His purple headed soldier stood at attention inches from my face, I let a long hot breath out onto the tip of his prick, he groaned. I let my tongue snake out from my mouth, and let it barely touch the tip of the his cock head, I twirled in around his piss hole, and he moaned.
"Jam it down your throat cuz!" He shouted and bucked his hips forward, the head of his man meat smacking off my closed lips. I Opened wide the second time and he shot forward again without mercy, I gagged and felt as if I were going to throw up for a second as his mammoth member, that as I've said could probably be near 8 inches, shot all the way into my mouth and hit off the back of my throat.
"Take it all in Mark, I know you want it down your throat!" He sneered, it only turned me on more. I began bobbing my head back and forth with my left hand cupping his big dangling balls. As my right hand stroked what portion of his dick wasn't jammed in my mouth. As I continued the deep-throating of his cock I quickened the pace of the strokes on his cock, whipping Ryan into a frenzy he began humping forward wildly giving my mouth an intense fucking. Adding to all of this was the recliner rocking crazily back and forth, nearly causing Ryan to slip out of my mouth and tumbling backwards off the chair a few times. He held on tight though as I orally pleased his well endowed sex organ.
