Date: Fri, 27 May 2011 09:53:11 -0700 (PDT) From: J S Subject: Football Party Part 8 Hey guys, I know it's been a long time since I have updated but just to give you a heads up, Ryan and I are still exploring more and more of each other. Thanks for taking the time to read my story. After Scott and I finished showering, we rested on his bed, the two of us together, side by side. I had my hands on my chest, folded together. He had his on the back of his head, resting. "You are so good at messing around," Scott said after a while when we had finished talking more about ourselves. "Thanks, that's really nice of you," I said, feeling myself blush a bit. "So are we just going to be guys that call each other to mess around, or are we going to try other stuff?" I heard him say and I knew what he was referring to. I leaned over to him on my arm and shoulder and looked down at him. "What do you mean?" "I just want to know what this means, what we are or..." "Well, even though we've only messed around, I find myself liking you," I said to him and felt my arm shaking a bit as I started to tell Scott that I wanted to date him. I started to tell him what I really felt about him. "So, if you would like to, I think it would be good if you wanted to us to date," I said. I looked at him then, and he looked at me, our eyes connecting as intimately then as we had when we had sex. It just felt more naked now if that make's any sense to you. "You want us to be boyfriends?" Scott asked. "Yeah, I don't know how that sounds to you," I said to him and even though we were both men who weren't in our twenties anymore, I still felt as if I were that young. "It sounds great," Scott said and moved his body so that he was now facing me and we both leaned in to kiss each other. His soft lips touching mine, his stubble rubbing against my skin. I fucking loved it. When we broke our minute long kiss, I realized I was smiling when I opened my eyes. Scott was also smiling, as if we were two young guys who had just discovered what it felt like to kiss another boy after months of questioning ourselves. It's what I felt at the moment. "I wish you could sleep over," Scott reminded me even though he had already asked me in the shower. "So do I but I can't. I have Ryan and he can't know I'm with a guy. Not yet," I said. "Okay, I get it. Promise me you will some time though, I really want you to," Scott said and kissed me. "I know, I want to as well," I said and leaned on top of him as we continued our make out session for a good ten minutes. A good ten minutes where our cocks were hard again. Where my dick wanted to get out of my pants and Scott's wanted to get out of his basketball shorts. I moved my hand to his dick and massaged it for him as he moaned into my mouth. I then began to rub my hard member against his, our hands becoming more and more rough with each other. "I have to go," I said moving a little away from his body. "Ugh," he said and looked at me. "How am I supposed to sleep now?" I looked down at his dick area and smiled at it and then at him. "Want me to give you a good night gift?" I said with a smile. "Do you want to?" he asked, the gentleman. "Yeah," I said and brought my face to his blue basketball shorts. I opened my mouth to take his shorts and head of his dick into my mouth and he moved his hips more into me. I licked the front of his shorts and he moaned a bit more. Wanting to stop his temptation, I brought down his boxers and shorts with both of my hands from his waist to the bottom of his feet and then I took them both off, leaving him naked from the waist down. He looked so good with his white t-shirt on, it brought out his nice lightly tanned skin. I looked at his dick, his erect dick in amazement. Here he was, a guy who was now my boyfriend, wishing for me to suck on his cock. He wanted me to give him something so intimate and I wanted to comply. I saw the pubic hair he had and balls that completed him. I got to work. I started licking the length of his dick. I felt him shivering on top of the bed, under me. I put his dick in my mouth, the most I could do anyway and started to suck on him. Oh, the feeling of something so good and me being involved had me using my right hand to rub my leaking pant covered cock. I didn't want to take my clothes off again because I needed to go home to Ryan before it became too late. The smell of a freshly cleaned dick was amazing to hold in my mouth. I brought my nose more and more closer to his area on top of his dick. I gagged on him once, feeling the warm rush in my eyes from the feeling of a cough. I took my mouth off him and took a deep breath before returning to his warm, wet dick. I was moving my head to the right and to the left, letting it go where it wanted in my mouth. My eyes were closed in wonderment and I my senses were living the life with the smell of man under them. Pretty soon I had my mouth sucking more and more, my nose inhaling more and more and I had the inside of my cheeks sucked more as I vacuumed Scott's dick. My head was going up and down on him, my precum in my own pants making me take more and more notice of my own excitement. "I'm close," Scott moaned and I began to give him the final quick rushing sucks that I was reserving for the finale. "Shit, shit," Scott said and I worked more and more on him, never letting him recover until he was going to shoot in my mouth. I didn't even care that I was getting closer and closer to his base, I wanted his dick and his seed so much then and there. He thrust his hips towards my face, off the bed and I felt his insanely hot cum hit the back of my mouth. I lifted my head off him a little bit to let the juices from him stay in my mouth and not leak out. Instantly I was taking his load down my throat and savoring him as much as I could. When he finished unloading in me I slowly let go of his half hard dick and moved my head away from him. I was sitting on my knees on his bed, looking down at his spent body. He was breathing in and out, sweat already on his forehead. "Fuck," Scott said and then looked down at his dick. He brought his hand to his dick and started to move it around with his index finger and thumb. "My dick loved that," he said and I smiled at him. "My mouth did too," I said and put my head back as I took a deep sigh and licked my lips. "Thanks," Scott said and he pulled me by my arm down to him and kissed me, his cum still present in my mouth. "Wow," I said smiling at him and we both laughed. When I got in my car after saying bye to Scott I saw that it was 10:58 P.M. I didn't want to wash my mouth at his place because I didn't want to get rid of the smell and taste I still held in me. I would do a breath check every red light I came across and then I would pull on my dick as I drove on, the wind hitting my face. I was so fucking horny that I wanted to just finish off in my pants and walk into my house with a wet load in my pants and feel the cum on my thighs as I walked. Before doing it though, I pulled into my driveway and turned off the car. I walked into my house and called out for Ryan but he didn't answer. I walked upstairs to my room and took everything off of me. Every single item of clothing I had on, I took it off. I threw myself on my bed and seeing my half hard dick made me hotter by the passing second. I let my mind go to all the various sexual moments I had ever had in my life and knew I would cum so fucking soon. Then the doorbell rang. I stopped, feeling red in the face as if someone had walked in on me but that wasn't the case at all. I was breathing hard and then I heard two more knocks. I grabbed my boxers off the floor and put on my robe and went downstairs. Thinking that it was Ryan who had forgotten his keys, I opened the door quickly and then I was surprised when I saw that it wasn't Ryan at all. "Hey Ryan's dad, I'm sorry for bothering you so late, but, is Ryan home?" It was the boy from the wrestling meet, the one whom had broken Ryan's heart, the one named Andrew. "Uh, no he's not home yet, who are you?" I asked him, pretending not to know. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Andrew, I'm a friend of Ryan's, we're on the wrestling team together," he said but I knew the kid in front of me was insanely drunk. "Okay, Andrew, let me ask you, have you been drinking?" "Can you tell?" he said and I had to let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I can," I said and didn't know what to do then. "Do you want to come in?" "Is Ryan going to be home soon?" "I think he may be, he said he was going to a movie so I don't think he'll be long," I said to him. "Who did he go with?" Andrew asked me, tears already flowing in his eyes. How much had he to drink this night? "I'm not sure Andrew, his friends was all he told me." "Okay, hopefully he's home soon then," Andrew said and started to walk towards me, his steps not a sober person's. Andrew walked past me and stood in the entryway, looking around the house. Even though he and Ryan had apparently dated, Andrew had never been brought the house. I closed the door and turned on the light in the living room for him to find the couch and sit down. He groaned when the bright lights came on and then he found the couch and let himself fall down, as if in his own house. "Do you want anything?" I asked, ready to keep this kid company until my son came home. "No, just need to talk to Ryan," he said and then he tilted his head back and took in a big sniff. "Have you tried calling Ryan?" I asked him. "Yes but he never answered," he said and then he took his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at it. "Okay," I said and looked at this kid from the position I was standing in. He was definitely a looker and then my mind went to how much he and Ryan could have actually done together when they were alone, the two hormonal teenage boys. Not wanting to get a boner in front of Andrew, I went to the kitchen and called Ryan's cell phone. He answered and told me they were dropping some of his friends at their houses and he would be home soon. I told Andrew the news and it seemed that he came out of a sleeping state. He looked up at me and then nodded his head, looking at the turned off television. I figured he was now tired and decided to head into the kitchen where I could still keep an eye on the kid until Ryan came home. I got out a bottle of wine I kept in the kitchen and started to drink some. After my third sip, I heard the front door opening and then Ryan walked in, saying he was home. I looked into the living room and right away Andrew shot up, standing and looking at Ryan. Ryan's eyes locked into Andrew's and then he looked behind him to see me walking out of the kitchen. "Your friend has been here for the last twenty minutes," I said. "Why are you here?" Ryan directly asked Andrew. "I need to speak to you." "No, you need to get out," Ryan said and moved to the door once more. "Ryan, come on, please," Andrew said with pleading in his voice. "No, you need to go," Ryan said. "Ryan," I said and he turned to look at me. "Talk to him," I then mouthed to him. Ryan's shoulders rose up and then fell when he took my advice and sat down on the couch across from Andrew. I nodded at him as I started up the stairs to let them to their conversation. I didn't want to listen in on their conversation so I left to my room and my mind right away went to my cock and how I wanted it to be spilling out its warm cum, so I began to work at it.