As usual, this story is purely fictionally. If you are not into gay
stories, please do not proceed further.
Ryan And Me, And Ethan 2
That evening, back on my bed, the images of Ethan
sucking on Ryan
kept appearing in my head, no matter how much I wanted to avoid them.
Ryan was always horny, and I knew that. He liked to show off (his huge
size, and sex ability), and I knew that too. But to see him going to
the extend of letting another guy taking his dick in thelatter's mouth
- that I did not know.
I asked him after Ethan left us. He just shrugged it
off, as if it was nothing to think about further.
'I was horny.' That was his best offer of any
To say that I was disgusted would not be true. I found myself
a little hard to see my homophobic friend being manhandled willingly by
a gay guy. To say that I was enjoying it would not be true either. I
was not THAT hard.
I needed to get my mind away. I called Diane.
The next few days, I wondered if my afternoons, or
evenings at Taza would be the same. It used to be just me and Ryan.
Away from from our house troubles. Away from home nagging.
Away from any house chores, or lectures. Ryan needed the place more
badly compared to me. The years of abuse and hardships had him growing
cold in the heart, and getting away was the only way he kept himself
sane at times. Surely, most people saw him as bad news. My parents
totally warned me to stay away from him. But being who I was, the more
they disapproved, the more I got close to him, just to ticked them off.
But then again, I knew Ryan more than others. Beneath that cold-heart
son-of-a-bitch acting, he cared. Well, for me - and that to me, was
important. And for his mom too. That was why Ryan did not go to
college, unlike me. Any further discussion about money would only lead
to arguments in the house, and would end with Ryan's mom being beaten
up at home. Only lately Ryan stood up for his mom, now that he was
bigger and stronger, and was able to inflict some fear in his old dad.
College was not an option for Ryan. He could not bear to see his mom
going through anymore problems for his sake.Taza was one of the few
places he would go to, just to disappear for a few hours.
I was more unfortunate. Mom caught me before I managed to vanish in the
morning. So, I was stuck with several tasks to do, and I had to. I
needed some cash, and I was not going to get any, until the lawn was
mowed, the roof wasrepaired and the garage was painted. I called Ryan
to join me, but the call went unanswered. He was one of those - never
returned calls, unless he needed something.
A day after the
incident, I got a text from Ethan. 'Thanks for not telling - Ethan'. I
should be surprised that he knew my number, but then again, back in
school, I did receive calls from girls I did not know. So, there should
not be any reason to think that guys, gay guys especially, would not be
doing the same - getting my number someway, somehow. I did not text him
back. I was not planning to tell on him. If I did, then Ryan would be
involved. Besides, my being there, although I was not involved in
, could still somehow link me back to the situation. I kept my mouth
shut. I only wished that I could say the same about my mind. It kept
flashing the images of Ethan swallowing Ryan's cock in my head.
So, when Friday came, and the morning quarrel about the escalating
bills managed to sneak in again after lunch, I knew I had to get away.
I took the motorbike and rode away. I got to the mall. Met Diane, who
spent a few minutes with me, during her break time. And then, I was off
wandering on my own. Grabbed cans of beer and took off. I headed
Ryan was there. Judging from the fresh butts of cigarettes around, I
would say that he had been there for an hour or so. I threw him a can
of beer. He smiled. Dashing. Just the way the girls liked him. And now,
'No queer in sight?' I asked, teasingly.
'Fuck you, homo.'
'Seriously, you into this shit?' I asked, as I crashed onto my same
spot. Just the right shade, right breeze and right place for me.
'He sucked, not me. So, I'm not the faggot,' Ryan answered. That
defence, that statement - one is only gay when one sucks, not when one
'Still... I don't know. It just feel not right,' I
said. I open my can and took some sips. 'You gonna do it again?' I
asked. Ryan was quiet. I searched his face for an answer. That much
hesitation to answer - it only meant one thing. It was in his thoughts
'I don't know. Why?' Ryan asked.
'I don't know. Maybe I don't wanna be around the
next time,' I told him. It was not true. I never thought of that.
'Why? Is he coming again?' Ryan asked, a sudden
interest noted in his tone.
My eyes checked out his groin. Was he hard again? I couldn't see much.
Instead, I was greeted by a grin. Wicked. Caught by him when I thought
I could just casually check him out.
'You want him to come?' I asked back, interested to
There was a pause.
'Maybe. Maybe not. I don't know. Any word from him?'
'How the fuck I know? Who do you think I am? His fucking friend?' I
snapped. I did not know why I was irritated by his question. Maybe
because Ethan did text me. And I did not want Ryan to know that Ethan
did. And then, I wondered if Ethan had contacted Ryan too. I did not
'I'm no gay, okay?' Ryan said, suddenly.
'Fine with me,' I said. 'Just don't make it a habit.'
Ryan grabbed his crotch.
'Horny again?' I asked.
'Well, if he's not here, perhaps you can help me
out,' Ryan said, and then he laughed.
'Fuck you!' I said, and then totally looked away. I ignored his joke,
but something in me began to ponder if Ryan had thought of that. He did
start with a gay guy. I could be next.
Ethan was not seen that day.
But on Sunday, as Ryan and I hung out at Taza
again, we heard footsteps approaching. Immediately I thought of Ethan.
Ryan must had too. He was looking out for the figure. I got a little
nervous. And somehow, a little excited too. It was not him. Just a kid
who was probably curious where the beach really ended. The kid said hi.
I smiled and Ryan lookedun-interested. Somehow, Ryan's expression
scared the kid off, and he turned back.
'Call him,' Ryan said.
'The kid? Why?'
'Not the kid.'
'I don't have his number,' I lied. I did not erase
his text from the other day.
'Why don't you call him? I bet he contacted you,' I
'Just give him a miss call. Come on. Linds putting
out again,' Ryan said. Almost pleading.
'What's with you two lately? She's cheating on you?'
I grumbled, as I pulled my mobile phone out.
'Nah.. Don't know. Don't care.'
I searched for Ethan's text, as Ryan watched me from where he was
seated. A hot guy like him should get easy fuck anytime he wanted. I
just did not know why we were going through this with Ethan, if he
could get the other girls when Lindsay was making herself not
available. I pressed the call button, and prayed that Ethan was not
available. Prayed that he would not answer the call. After two buzzes,
I hung up. I looked at Ryan, as I raised my mobile phone slightly to
tell him that I had done what he had asked me to.
returned the call. In a way, I was glad. I would not like to think of
what to say to him. Anyway, maybe it was hard on him - to be used like
that for Ryan's satisfaction. To be used sexually, and then nothing.
Maybe he was humiliated, especially none of us tried to talk to him
after. I did not reply his text, and I knew Ryan would not.
Almost an hour later, I decided that Ethan was definitely disturbed by
this whole thing, and was not going to contact us again. I felt bad for
him. And it was then, we heard footsteps again, and from behind the
rock, Ethan appeared. He brought beer. This guy really learned his
stuff. I looked at Ryan, and somehow, a smirk escaped his mouth. He was
glad to see Ethan.
Just a little greet, and some hi's, and less
than 10 minutes later, Ryan sat on a small rock with his jeans around
his ankles. Ethan was on his knees, bending forward, greeting Ryan's
cock with his mouth. I watched as Ryan guided Ethan's head with one
hand, rocking the head back and forth. I could hear Ethan slurping
away. His head was bobbing up and down in between Ryan's thighs.
I was frustrated. I knew actions were going on, but I could not see
them. Somehow, Ryan's thigh was hiding the good stuff away from my
view. I thought I would be disgusted a little seeing the gay sex, but
somehow, not seeing the sex,even though it was gay, was tempting me. I
wished that Ryan would lower his thighs.
Unlike the previous encounter, this time Ryan did not object to Ethan
touching him with hands. Ethan's palms were holding onto Ryan's
kneecaps for support, but later, the hands disappeared, hidden by the
thighs. I figured that Ethan's hands were caressing Ryan's cock and
those big balls. Ryan pushed his hips forward, trying to bury more of
him into Ethan. Ethan gave out a little whimper.
I pretended not to be keen on the blowjob,
but my eyes kept watching to see if I could see more details. And then,
Ryan stood up. His cock was already pointing hard, and were moistened
by Ethan's saliva. Ethan got up higher on his knees, and continued to
devour Ryan's 8 inches. I watched intently, as Ethan's lips slid down
Ryan's rod, and then back up, holding Ryan's manhood in his mouth.
Ethan must had done a good job, sucking it hard, because I had never
heard Ryan moaning like that when Lindsay was doing him.
held Ethan's head with his both hands, and began to hump Ethan's mouth.
I watched Ethan trying to keep up with Ryan's humping. Ryan's hips were
rocking to and fro faster. Groans escaped Ryan's mouth each time as he
pushed forward, and then, that groan. Ryan was cumming.
time, instead of pulling out, Ryan kept his cock inside Ethan's mouth.
Ethan did not protest. I watched Ryan's body jerked each time as his
cock ejaculated into Ethan. A few drips of cum escaped Ethan's mouth.
The rhythm slowed down. Ryan pulled out his wet cock, and offered to
Ethan to clean it. Ethan struggled to swallow Ryan's cum in his
before opening his mouth again. I was turned on to see Ethan's hand
holding on to Ryan's thick rod, and guided it to his tongue, licking
I adjusted my sitting position. Unlike the previous
encounter, this time I was hard. And they did not need to go.
'Justin, you want?' Ryan asked, as if he was done
with sex slave and passing it on to the next person.
I shook my head immediately. I was hard, but I was
not into this gay shit. No, not me.
I thought Ethan would leave immediately. Ethan thought so too. But Ryan
stopped him. And knowing Ryan, I knew there would be a round 2 this
time. Ryan was never satisfied with only one round.
I stayed too. The show might get more interesting.
And I wanted to know what would come next.