"It's no python--" I said.
"Hey!" Ryan blurted, cutting me off.
"But...you ain't got shit to be ashamed of."
"Damn right I don't."
I began to feel horny, and at first it scared me because, although I had entertained the thought of being with another man from time to time, I'd never acted on it, nor had I intended to. Ryan and I had done a lot of things together, but intimacy with each other was never one of them. I looked down at his dick in the dim light that came in from the hallway, and found myself becoming even more aroused. His dick was thick, cut, and hung about a good four flaccid inches, and at the base of the pink shaft was a tuft of unruly brown hair. He began to fasten his shorts and I stopped him.
"Wait." I reached out and gently grabbed his manhood, and he tensed and let out a small gasp.
"Sean. I know we're drunk as shit, but, what the fuck...?"
"What the fuck," I muttered. I reached for his hand and brought it to my own member, which was growing harder by the second. I thought he would slug me right then and there, or back away or something, but much to my surprise, he let me continue to work his cock in my hand, and he began to do the same to mine. I could feel his warm, alcohol-tinged breath on my face as his breathing came in shaky rasps. I had him backed against the wall, and I placed my free hand on the wall behind him to steady myself as his slow jerking became quicker, sturdier tugs.
"We can't..." Ryan whispered.
"We already are."
I backed up slightly and knelt to the floor, pulling his shorts down to his knees. For a moment I looked up at him, thinking that maybe he was right. We couldn't do this. We were friends and only friends. Nothing more. His head was down and his eyes were closed, and had he protested further I wouldn't have gone through with it. I waited for him to open his eyes and tell me to get the fuck away, but he didn't. He didn't protest at all. I could hear his breathing coming hard--his chest rising and falling with every breath, and as I knelt there in front of him I watched his dick jumping as it grew. I knew that this was my confirmation that he wanted it as much as I did. What had been a good four inches when soft had grown into roughly 7 rock-hard inches of throbbing cock. I couldn't believe that I was seeing Ryan this way, but the feeling was too strong to back down now. I grabbed his boner and began to tug on it, relishing how warm and hard it felt in my hand. I opened my mouth and engulfed a little more than half of it, nearly gagging as his cock poked the back of my throat. Ryan let out a small grunt and I grabbed his naked ass cheeks, steadying myself and trying to maintain some sort of rhythm. I'd never gone down on a man before, but on that night I didn't exactly need an instruction manual. Besides, I'd been given head enough times to know exactly what to do and how to do it, and I went in with full gusto.
Ryan smelled slightly musty--a mixture of cologne and sweat--and it was turning me on. I used one hand to steady his hard cock as I went down on it, and the other hand stayed on his left ass cheek. I slid my finger between the crack of his ass and Ryan's body stiffened.
"Stop," he whispered.
I looked up at him and, though his mouth had said no, his eyes were saying yes. My finger found its way to his asshole, and as I began to gently massage it he let out a loud groan. I smiled, happy that he liked it, and went back to sucking his fully-engorged cock. I could feel my own nine-inch dick beginning to leak precum, so I reached down with the hand that had been wrapped around Ryan's cock and began to stroke myself. My shorts were in the way, so I clumsily kicked them off, not once taking my mouth from his dick.
My head was spinning with a million things. I was scared, elated and worked-up all at the same time. Ryan ground his ass into my finger as I sucked him off, and I knew that any reservations either one of us may have had were officially down the proverbial drain.
"Fuck...oh...s-shit..." Ryan whispered as I began to deep-throat him. He was working his hips to the point of nearly face-fucking me, and I leaned my weight into him to keep him from choking me with his cock. I wanted to plunge my finger deeper into his warm asshole, but, not wanting to go too far too soon, I withdrew it and grabbed on to his ass cheek again. Ryan's moaning reminded me that the door was open a crack, so I reached over and quietly closed it to, turning the room almost pitch black.
When I looked up again, I caught Ryan pinching his own nipples. He was really into it now, and without warning he grabbed the back of my head to force it down even harder on his cock. I began to gag as his member jabbed the back of my throat, withdrawing after a few moments to catch my breath.
"Shit, man. You got skills," Ryan whispered. Moonlight came in through the bathroom window, allowing me to see that he was looking down at me with his eyes half-closed and just the tiniest smirk on his face.
"You bet your ass I do," I said, then immediately went back to working his cock with my mouth. His knees buckled and he let out another groan and grabbed the back of my head to get his balance. I took hold of both of his ass cheeks and squeezed hard, and he let out another loud moan that I was almost sure would wake the entire floor. Moments later, I removed my mouth from his throbbing dick and made my way down to his nutsack. His balls had drawn close to his body from arousal, and I sucked at the right one until it popped into my mouth like a ripe cherry. He shivered as I nibbled and sucked on his ball--the hairs on his sack tickling my chin. I could feel them in my mouth as I worked his ball like a piece of candy.
Figuring the other one needed attention, I quickly moved over to his left ball, giving it the same treatment. Ryan's shorts and boxers had slid down to his ankles by now, and he kicked them off and flung them effortlessly to the side with his foot. Before long I had taken his entire nutsack in my mouth and was sucking on it like there was no tomorrow, loving the salty taste of his manhood. He was grinding into my face with steady thrusts, and he was beginning to make guttural, incoherent noises. I knew it was because I was giving him a blowjob unlike one he'd ever had before. I grabbed his nuts and squeezed them softly, flicking at them with my tongue and biting at the warm, hairy flesh with a deliberate rough tenderness. His cock was beginning to soften a little from lack of attention, so I hurriedly went back to it, this time without a thought of my own gag reflexes. I engulfed it in one fell swoop, and within seconds it was rock-hard again and pulsating in my mouth. I began to beat my own cock again, and I could feel my own orgasm beginning to rise in my groin. I knew the end was near for both of us.
"Sean, you're gonna fuckin' make me come," Ryan cried. He had a tight grip on my head and was face-fucking me with an even wilder, more reckless abandon than before. "You...mother...fucker... you're gonna make me...fuckin'...uhhhnnnh!"
I withdrew Ryan's cock from my mouth and jerked it ferociously. His body buckled as the first stream of his warm semen shot out and hit me square in the face. I wanted desperately to taste it, so I grabbed his ass with both hands and quickly swallowed his entire dick again, pressing him to my face as he shot off a second load that went straight down my throat. His body and moans quivered as he struggled to keep his footing, and as he shot a third load into my throat I felt myself shoot without even touching my dick.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears like a drum. As Ryan finished off in my mouth, I reached down and pumped out the last of my own explosive ejaculate, coating my hand in the process and making a mess on the floor. Ryan backed out of my mouth when I was done and his body hit up against the wall with a thud. He slid down slowly until he was in a squatting position and face to face with me, and for a while we just stared at each other--nothing more than two shadows slumped on the floor of a dark bathroom trying to catch our breath, and trying to get a grip on what we'd just done. I didn't know whether to laugh, or ask 'what the fuck just happened,' or grab him and kiss him. I wiped the come from my face, still feeling his warm load in the back of my throat. It left a thick and salty taste in my mouth, but I was anything but repulsed by it.
"Well that sobered me up," I quipped.
"Fuck yeah it did," said Ryan exhaustedly. "What just happened?"
"You mean I'm gonna have to explain it to you?"
"I mean...we're drunk and all but...fuuuck! And you swallowed my nut. All of it. I can't believe you didn't--"
"Spit?"
He nodded and said, "I never got head like that in my life. It was...just...wow."
"Well I've never given head to another dude, so we're pretty equal there." There was a brief silence and then, out of the blue, Ryan began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"The best blow job I ever got and it was given to me by my boy!" Ryan was suddenly laughing so hard that he dropped to the floor, his naked ass making a quiet splat as it hit the tile. Annoyed by his laughter, I moved in and pinned him against the wall by pressing my arm into his neck.
"You think it's funny, huh?" I said.
"Yeah, I do," he answered, his voice muffled by my chokehold. "Waitaminit...oh, shit!"
"What now?"
