Date: Wed, 04 Nov 2020 21:38:03 +0000
From: monoman30 <monoman30@protonmail.com>
Subject: Roller Boy (Gay/Young Friends)

Just a fun little story.
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Roller Boy


The downward grade of the street stretched before him, looking more
fearfully steep than it ever had before. Devon's knees got weak looking
at it as he stood at the top of the hill, having only made it a few
houses down the street from his home in the shiny black, retro-awesome
looking rollerblades, a relic of his older brother's youth. He'd spent
some time making awkward circles in the driveway, expanded his comfort
zone to the residential street, and was now headed to the park, the only
place nearby that was ideal for this kind of recreation. Unfortunately,
that meant he had to get down this street.

There were rubber blocks on the back of the stiff boots that he knew were
supposed to act as brakes, but how anybody could possibly tilt their foot
in such a way for them to be effective without falling over was anyone's
guess. Fortunately, the street was lined with grassy front lawns, so in
exhilarating bursts past paved driveways he made his way down the street,
legs bent and hands held before him, using the lawns as emergency landing
pads. It wasn't very dignified, but he reached the bottom of the hill in
one piece, and turned the corner, heading toward the park on level
ground.

He gained a little confidence, having conquered the slope, and felt like
he was starting to get the hang of it as he worked his way along the
sidewalk in small, noisy glides, his arms swinging in half circles to
either side. Soon he was passing the grassy expanse of the park. He tried
walking on the grass, thinking it would be easier, but the heavy, stiff
boots made it awkward and he switched back to the sidewalk.

The blacktop of the basketball court came into sight, and when he reached
the shortest point between the sidewalk and his goal he moved onto the
grass and fumbled his way awkwardly across. Then he was finally at the
empty court, free to experiment and practice. Soon he was doing figure
eights with something almost approaching grace, when he saw a kid riding
a bike on the grass a little ways away. He ignored the kid, hoping for
some privacy while he worked on his proficiency, but the kid wheeled
around and started heading toward the blacktop. Devon kept his head down
and focused on blading along the orange stripes on the ground.

He heard the gritty sound of tires on asphalt and the familiar rapid
clicking of a gliding bicycle, and was forced to look up and greet the
interloper. He was surprised to see that it was Ryan Nichols. He hadn't
seen the boy in a year at least. They'd gone to elementary school
together but always had different teachers. He wasn't even sure he'd
ever actually talked to Ryan Nichols before. They'd had different social
circles growing up, and then middle school had started and everyone had
been scrambled. There were two middle schools in the district, so he'd
lost contact with a lot of the kids from elementary school. It was
nearing the end of his seventh grade year, and he felt like a different
person than the little sixth grader he'd been when he'd last seen this
kid.

"Hey," he greeted, trying to keep his skinny knees steady so he could
look impressive on his rollerblades.

"Hey. Devon, right? I didn't know you lived in the neighborhood," Ryan
Nichols said as he rode slow circles in the middle of the blacktop and
Devon bladed around the perimeter. He was surprised Ryan Nichols even
knew his name.

"Yeah, I live over on Euclid. Up the hill." Devon pushed his limits on
the rollerblades, trying to show off a little. But he really was getting
better. Ryan Nichols started pedaling around the blacktop, doing skids
and stuff.

"Are those rollerblades?" Ryan asked as he rode past Devon.

"Yeah. They were my brothers'. It's my first time trying them out."

"Oh, that's pretty cool." Ryan sped off and did a skid on the other
side of the blacktop.

"I like your bike," Devon said, more to have something to say when Ryan
rode close to him again.

"Thanks. I just put these new pedals on. See how they have these bigger
teeth on them?"

Devon rested his hands on his knees and bent down to examine the rugged
looking pedals, and as he did he noticed that he could smell Ryan. It
wasn't a bad smell by any means, he just wasn't used to noticing
someone's scent, unless it was some lady wearing perfume or something.
This wasn't body spray or anything like that, it was just... a scent. He
complimented Ryan's upgraded pedals and continued cruising around on the
blacktop with the other boy riding circles around him.

For some reason he couldn't get that scent out of his head. It wasn't
pleasant or unpleasant. It was sort of chemically in a way. It certainly
didn't smell like detergent, so it wasn't his clothes. Whatever it was,
it was interesting. Kind of heady.

He played around with Ryan Nichols, riding in front of him or trying to
chase the nimble boy down on his clumsy rollerblades, and whenever he got
close he picked up that scent again. It had a kind of antiseptic quality
to it. But there was something... about it. He couldn't put his finger on
it. Anyway, he found that he liked Ryan Nichols. He had a nice laugh, and
they were having fun.

Ryan Nichols suggested towing Devon around on the blacktop. Devon took
hold of the boy's bicycle seat and whooped as he was tugged along. The
boy's wake was saturated with that interesting scent, and half of
Devon's mind was completely distracted by it. It was like... cloves. But
without the earthy spice. His eyes glazed slightly as the heady scent
suffused him.

"Am I going too fast?" Ryan Nichols asked over his shoulder.

"No, this is a good pace," Devon said, pleasantly light headed.

"Okay. Just let me know if I go too fast."

"Okay." Devon felt warm affection inside him as Ryan Nichols pulled him
along, especially when the boy looked over his shoulder at Devon to make
sure he was okay.

"Wanna go a little faster?"

"Okay. Be careful though!"

Ryan Nichols stood up on his pedals and pushed them a little faster
around the perimeter of the court, and Devon reached up to get a better
grip on the seat. And then Ryan sat down again, and he was sitting on
Devon's thumbs. The warmth of the other boy, the feeling of the moving
muscles as he pedaled. And that scent... it was like...

Like...

Sex.

As soon as the thought occurred to him, it seemed right. Ryan Nichols
smelled like sex.

Like naked skin. Like feeling secret places...

He found himself getting hard.

Yes, that was it. Devon had no idea what sex smelled like, but that was
somehow right. He looked at Ryan Nichols' back, and felt a weird, almost
buzzing attraction. To this boy, who was being so nice to him. They
barely even knew each other, yet he was tugging Devon around selflessly,
trying to make him happy. Warm affection blossomed inside Devon. He
became deeply aware of Ryan Nichols' body. He watched as the windbreaker
lifted slightly behind the boy in the breeze, a crescent of bare skin
below the hem of his t-shirt briefly visible. And then Ryan Nichols stood
up on the pedals again and Devon watched the muscles of the boy's body
working, the pistoning of his smooth legs, the tan skin at the back of
his neck. He was doing all this work for Devon. He wanted to wrap his
arms around the boy from behind in gratitude, and feel his body as it
moved, and he felt warm and stupid and giddy at the thought.

He wasn't paying attention and something happened, he didn't know what,
it was as if one of the rollerblades had hit an invisible wall, and the
next thing Devon knew he went down.

"Dude! Are you okay?" Ryan Nichols said in alarm, dropping his bike
with a clatter and rushing over. Devon lifted his knee and examined the
scrape, a small amount of blood beginning to bead on his skin. "Oh man
I'm so sorry!" Ryan Nichols was saying. "I was going too fast!"

"It's okay," Devon said. "It just stings a little."

"You're bleeding!" Ryan Nichols reached out and touched the uninjured
skin near the scrape, his scent and the touch smothering the pain like a
blanket that warmed him from the inside.

"It's... okay..." Devon said thickly, looking at the boy's concerned
face.

"I'm sorry," Ryan Nichols said again.

"Really, it's fine," Devon said, mentally shaking the fog away. He got
up to prove it, but he forgot he was wearing rollerblades, and his feet
began sliding back and forth dangerously. Ryan Nichols grabbed him by the
waist, helping him to his feet.

"Whoa, whoa, steady. Steady..." Ryan Nichols said, stepping away as
Devon got his balance, but still holding Devon's hand.

He was holding Devon's hand. He didn't need to, Devon had his balance
back, but he was still holding his hand.

"You okay?" Ryan Nichols asked.

"Yeah, I got it," Devon said, but Ryan Nichols was still holding his
hand. He waited, savoring the contact, and it seemed like long, long
seconds before Ryan Nichols let his hand go. It seemed far longer than
was necessary. That warmth blossomed again in Devon's chest.

Ryan Nichols looked at his watch and sighed. "Well, I'm gonna have to
get going. I'm really sorry I let you fall."

"Seriously, I'm fine, don't be sorry!" Devon bladed around a bit to
prove it as Ryan Nichols picked up his bike. "Actually, I gotta get back
home too."

"Okay. It was good seeing you, Devon!"

"You too, Ryan. Maybe we'll see each other here again!"

"I hope so. Bye!"

"Bye."

Devon watched Ryan Nichols - Ryan - ride off, taking that amazing scent
with him.



Devon lay in bed that night. Ryan Nichols. He'd never felt this way
before. Where was this coming from? Was this love? Is this what love
feels like? He tested the thought, seeing how he felt about it. He
didn't know, but the thought was kind of exciting. He'd felt attracted
to people before - girls - and he masturbated regularly. But this was
just so powerful and sudden. And the way he smelled... Devon found that he
could recall that intriguing scent with absolute accuracy, as if he was
actually smelling it in real life, and when he did he felt that electric
warmth spread in his chest. What was it? It was clean smelling, but not
flowery. It was like... like the old fashioned, un-minted mouthwash his
grandfather used. But not really. No, it was like...

Like the way he felt when he was only wearing underwear. Like that
sweetness he felt at the swelling that was happening between his legs
right now. He reached down and felt himself.

Like... pressing the side of his face against a hip, watching a rising
bulge in tight underwear. The scent would get stronger if he pulled the
underwear down. It smelled like... skin. Warm, secret skin.

He reached under the elastic of his underwear and felt himself.

Like exposed skin. Skin that's supposed to be covered. Skin that's extra
soft against your lips. Like kissing your way up something that's soft
and hard at the same time. And getting harder. Because of you.

He started rubbing himself, his eyes closed and his mouth half open.

It smelled like his face...

Like he's looking at you. Like he's concerned about your pain. He
doesn't want you to be in pain. He touches your knee and it feels
better. Oh, that's nice. He wants you to feel good. And he looks up at
you with his big brown eyes, and you're together in a dark place. A
dark, secret corner. And you want to make him feel good. You want to make
each other feel good. No one can see you and you can do whatever you want
and you both know it and you feel his hardness... it's because he wants
you, because he wants you to feel good and you want him to feel good too
more than anything and he kisses you. Mmm yes, he kisses you and you feel
his hardness and you know it makes him feel good. All you want is to make
him feel good. You kiss his neck and you hold his soft hardness and you
make it feel good and oh you're making him feel so good. It's all you
want it's all you ever wanted just to make this boy feel good and it
makes you feel good, yes it does it makes you feel so good to feel him to
taste him to smell him...

Devon's breathing increased, the bump in his blankets rising and falling
faster, his eyelids fluttering...

And you're holding that hardness, it's the focal point of all that
feels good in this boy and you're kissing it, mmm you're kissing it and
you're making him feel good and you want it, you want it so bad, you
want to touch it and kiss it and... taste it... yes you want to put it in
your mouth and suck on it and you can smell him it's so strong and
you're making him feel so good he loves it when you suck on his sex oh
he feels so good he feels so good he-

Devon held his breath as his release broke over him, and then he sighed
heavily in satisfaction. He rolled onto his side and was asleep in
seconds.

As luck would have it, he saw Ryan just the following Saturday. He'd
ditched the rollerblades for his bike. They had been fun, and he did want
to practice more, but he wanted to be mobile. They rode around and shared
stories about the various spots around the neighborhood, and occasionally
Devon would get to drink in more of the boy's heady scent. By the end of
the day they were fast friends, already making plans to hang out again,
and the next couple of weeks saw the boys riding around together on the
weekends and even occasionally during the week after school if they
didn't have too much homework. But the weather was getting cool and the
days shorter, limiting their time.

One Saturday Ryan invited Devon over to his house. He'd expected Ryan's
room to be sporty, and was surprised to find it relatively neat. Turns
out he was quite the artist, and his walls were adorned with his own
work. Devon talked the reluctant Ryan into showing him his sketch books,
the boy constantly saying he wasn't very good even though he was clearly
talented.

More importantly, the small room was filled with that incredible scent.
It filled Devon's mind, caressing his thoughts as the texture of Ryan
Nichol's voice sent tingles through him. His nighttime thoughts of the
boy had grown even more intense and scandalous over the past couple
weeks, and now, being in his room, sitting so close to him as he flipped
through his sketches, hypnotized by the richness of his scent, Devon
found that he was once again hyper aware of Ryan Nichols' body. He had
investigated it so thoroughly in his dreams that he felt as if he knew
every inch, and the boy may as well have been completely naked as far as
Devon's perception of him went. Whenever Ryan was distracted, Devon found
his gaze drifting to his hair, the line of his shoulder, his hands. His
crotch.

"Ryan?" his mom called from somewhere in the house.

Ryan Nichols sighed. "Coming!" he yelled. "Be right back," he said to
Devon, rolling his eyes.

Once alone, Devon glanced around the room. There was his bed. Ryan
Nichols' bed. Did he sleep in his underwear? Did he sleep naked, perhaps?
Already semi hard, he felt himself quickly swell to full erection at the
thought. He glanced at the door, then stood and walked quietly to the
bed, standing up the hardness in his pants so it wasn't so visible. The
bed was made, but not neatly. He pulled back a corner of the blankets.
Did Ryan lie here at night and think about sex and get himself off, like
Devon did every night? He ran his hand over the fitted sheet. Right here.
This is where he would be laying. Did he sometimes push his underwear
down in this spot? Did he sometimes hump his mattress? If he did, it
would be right... here. He pressed his face against the mattress and
kissed the sheet, intoxicated by the powerful scent of Ryan's body, lurid
thoughts flashing through his mind.

"Okay," he heard Ryan Nichols say dimly somewhere in the house,
approaching. Devon threw the blanket back in place and sat back in his
spot just as Ryan returned.


"You still rollerblade?" Ryan Nichols asked. They were sitting on his bed
in the dark, chatting.

"Not really," Devon admitted.

"You said they're your brother's?"

"Yeah."

"That's cool. Sometimes I wish I had an older brother."

"I sometimes wish I was an only child!" They chuckled. "But no, he can be
pretty cool sometimes. He mostly hangs out with his friends now, but we
used to play together when we were younger. And it was nice having
someone older to explain a lot of stuff. Like, stuff adults won't
explain, like sex and stuff."

"I didn't think about that. It would be cool to have someone who knows
about that stuff that you could talk to."

"You could talk to me. I'm really good at, like, keeping stuff secret.
Seriously, all my friends come to me with their problems and secrets
cause they know they can trust me. And my brother and I don't really talk
anymore either, so maybe we can talk to each other."

"About what?"

"I don't know, anything, I guess."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"Like... do you jack off?" Devon asked quietly. He was getting hard again.

Ryan Nichols giggled.

"You know what it is, right?" Devon asked.

"Yes!"

"Okay, just asking. So, do you?"

"Do you?"

"Yeah."

"How often?"

"Mmmm... I'd say, maybe... twice a week. How about you?"

"Every day, pretty much," Ryan Nichols confided.

"Really?"

He nodded.

"Okay, I do it every day, too. I just didn't want to say it. Every day at
least. Have you ever shown it to anyone?" Devon asked.

"What, my dick? No! Well other than, you know, showers and stuff."

"But never, like, hard?"

"No. Have you?"

"No. Well, only to my brother. He showed me his once when we were joking
about big dicks."

"And?"

"What?"

"Was it big?"

"Oh yeah, bigger than mine. And he had black pubic hair. But he's five
years older than me, too. But he says mine's pretty big for my age."

Ryan Nichols giggled. "Really? So you have a big dick?"

"I guess," Devon said, laughing along. "Why, you want to see it?"

"You're gonna show me your monster sized dick?"

"Well I don't know about monster sized! It's probably the same as yours.
So, you wanna see it?"

"For real?"

"If you want."

Ryan Nichols shrugged. "Okay."

"Alright, hold on, lemme see if I can get it hard."

Ryan Nichols giggled again. "What are you thinking about?" he asked when
Devon closed his eyes.

"I'm thinking about..." He considered saying a name of a girl, but decided
against it. "I'm imagining... getting naked."

"Getting naked makes you hard?"

"Oh, yeah," Devon said. "Not all the time. Not if I'm just taking a
shower or anything. But you know, in a certain way it makes you feel
sexy. Don't you get turned on when you're naked?"

"I guess." Ryan Nichols thought about it a moment. "Yeah, being naked can
be hot."

"Definitely," Devon said. "I love being naked. Totally turns me on. Okay,
so I'm imagining... taking my pants off. And I'm slowly pulling down my
underwear..."

"Oh, sexy!"

"I'm slowly pulling them down... and then I slide them off, and now I'm
naked."

"Did it work?" Ryan Nichols asked.

"Hmm... yeah, it worked. Wanna see?"

"Okay."

Devon lifted the hem of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants and pulled
down his fly. Excited tingles tickled his stomach, competing with his
horniness. He was going to take out his dick.

He fished into his fly and wrapped his fingers around his boner, and for
a moment he was giddy with horniness, sitting next to someone he thought
about in that way, while holding himself. Then, in a quick movement, he
pulled it out.

"Oh my god!" Ryan Nichols exclaimed, covering his eyes with one hand.

"What?" Devon said snarkily.

Ryan Nichols peered through his fingers as Devon pulled his fly open
wider and pointed his dick down slightly to accentuate it's length.

"You really did it!" Ryan Nichols hissed through his grin.

"I told you I was gonna!"

"Yeah, but, oh my god I can't believe you really just took out your
boner!"

"Come on, it's no big deal. It's just a dick. Same as yours. Besides, we
trust each other, right?"

"Yeah." He seemed to be calming down and was now just looking at Devon's
dick openly.

"You can touch it if you want."

"Gross," Ryan Nichols said, but he was still looking at Devon's dick, and
he said it half heartedly.

"It's just skin. I mean, you don't have to, but I'm just saying you can.
I don't care."

Ryan Nichols reached out and rubbed the tip of a finger along the top of
Devon's dick, then yanked his hand back and looked at Devon. Devon just
looked back at him, and Ryan reached out and touched it again.

"Go ahead," Devon encouraged, and Ryan Nichols took hold of it. Thick
waves of pleasure passed through Devon at the firm grip as Ryan Nichols
tested it.

"It's pulsing."

Devon didn't say anything, and both boys just sat quietly on the bed,
watching as Ryan Nichols explored the shape of the head, then gripped the
whole thing again. He gently used his fist to pull the smooth skin up and
down the length of the hardness inside. He looked up at Devon again, but
Devon continued to stare at the hand on his cock in a daze.

"Does that feel good?" Ryan Nichols asked.

"Yeah," Devon breathed quietly. Ryan Nichols leaned forward and rested
one hand on Devon's upper thigh, then began to move his fist more
assuredly.

"Oh," Devon sighed, his eyelids slowly lowering to slits, his lips
parting. Then Ryan Nichols stopped his motion. He gave it a final
squeeze, then let go, and Devon opened his eyes. Ryan Nichols looked away
and fidgeted.

"Let me see yours," Devon asked softly.

"No," Ryan Nichols said with a quiet, nervous little laugh.

"Come on, Ryan. I'm not gonna tell."

Ryan Nichols continued fidgeting. "Let me think about it."

It occurred to Devon that Ryan Nichols might have a boner, and might be
shy about it.

"Okay," Devon said. "But you have to make it hard first! I made mine hard
for you!"

Ryan smiled. "Okay, let me think." He squeezed his eyes shut as if he
were concentrating really hard. "Okay, I think it's happening. Yeah, it's
getting hard."

"Let's see."

Ryan uncrossed his legs and stretched them out on the bed, then
unfastened his pants, while Devon's dick, still exposed, throbbed with
anticipation. Ryan glanced at him shyly, then reached into his underwear
and pulled his dick out.

It was slightly thicker and shorter than Devon's, and the head was
bigger. It was a shade or two darker, and totally stiff. Devon couldn't
take his eyes off it.

"I think yours is bigger," Ryan Nichols said quietly.

"I think... mine might be a little longer. But I think yours is thicker."
Feeling like he was in a dream, he reached out towards the boy's stiff
penis. Ryan moved his hand out of the way and allowed his friend to grab
it.

It was very hard, and very warm, and Devon's breathing increased. He was
holding Ryan Nichols' actual dick in his hand, and the boy had a boner.
He couldn't believe it. He moved his thumb across the mushroom shaped
head, across the pee slit at the tip. He gripped the smooth shaft and
slowly jerked the boy, mesmerized by the way the skin bunched up a little
around the head on the upstroke. He looked at Ryan Nichols, but the boy
appeared focused on the contact.

"Can I see your balls?" Devon asked, and Ryan hooked his thumbs into his
waistband and pulled them down without a word, exposing white skin and a
soft tan line halfway down his thighs. He bent his legs and spread them a
little. Devon examined the smooth crotch, and he could just see part of
the sack down between his legs. He reached out and put his hand into that
warm, secret area, and cupped the soft skin, gently feeling the balls
inside. He wasn't as into his balls as what was above them, but being
able to freely explore this boy was more exciting than anything he could
imagine.

"You have to show me yours now," Ryan whispered.

Devon got up on his knees on the bed and pushed his pants and underwear
down, then lifted his shirt, exposing all of his front to the other boy.
Ryan reached up and felt Devon's balls, then gripped his dick and started
masturbating him again. Devon held his bunched up shirt under his chin
and watched.

Ryan quietly tugged on Devon for a couple of minutes, neither boy saying
anything, before Ryan quietly said, "Can I-" He stopped short.

"What?" Devon asked.

"Nothing."

"Ryan, it's okay. What were you going to say? I won't get mad, I
promise."

"I was just going to say... I'll... suck on it. If you want me to."

The words caught Devon completely off guard. Ryan Nichols was asking to
suck his dick. Asking! And if Ryan sucked on him, it meant he could suck
on Ryan. He nearly swooned.

"Uh, yeah. Okay."

"Do you want me to?" Ryan asked, still holding Devon's cock.

"Yes."

Ryan Nichols scooted closer, his pants around his knees, until his face
was right in front of Devon's bare crotch. He tugged on Devon's dick a
couple more times, then he leaned forward and put it in his mouth and
started sucking on it.

Ryan's mouth was warm and soft, and Devon watched as his friend's lips
moved with the rhythm of his sucking. It felt really good, but he soon
transferred his attention to the hard little dick half visible poking up
from the shadowy valley between Ryan's legs. Devon was going to suck on
that. He was going to put it in his mouth and suck on it. The idea was as
intoxicating as the feeling of the determined sucking the boy was doing.

He turned his attention back to Ryan, watching him. He was more turned on
than he'd ever been in his life.

"Okay," Devon finally interrupted a few minutes later. Ryan stopped and
looked up at him. "Let me suck you."

Ryan Nichols laid onto his back.

"Take your pants off," Devon asked, and Ryan tugged his pants over each
foot, until he was wearing only socks from the waist down. Devon climbed
over Ryan's legs and pulled them apart enough so he could crouch down on
his knees between them. Before him was Ryan Nichols' exposed crotch,
smooth skin and hanging ball sack and small, hard dick. He leaned forward
until his face was right over it, breathing in that heavenly scent,
almost dizzy with it. He grabbed the boy's dick, holding it with two
fingers and pointed it towards his face. Then he put it in his mouth. He
started sucking on it. The mushroom-like shape of the head pressed
satisfyingly against the roof his mouth as he massaged the curves of its
underside with his tongue, all the while inhaling that delicious scent
that was uniquely Ryan Nichols' sex. He couldn't help humming his bliss
as he put his hand on Ryan's bare hip and pushing that dick further into
his mouth, his lips sliding more of that warm, soft skin past them. He
kept his eyes open, staring at the smooth, white skin, simply basking in
the reality of what he was doing.

He felt Ryan's fingers on the top of his head, then they applied gentle
pressure, and Devon let go of the boy's penis and moved his hands down to
the smooth white thighs and took more of the length into himself,
moistening the dry skin with his lips until he was nearly flush with the
groin and he could hear his own hot breath from his nose against Ryan's
skin. He moved that delicious dick around in his mouth with his tongue
while sucking at its base with his lips, and Ryan ran his fingers along
Devon's scalp to the back of his neck.

Devon sucked that hard dick as deep into his mouth as he could, until the
round tip touched the back of his throat and he had to take it out to
keep from gagging. He gazed lovingly at the slick penis as he caught his
breath, rubbing his thumb over it again.

"Why don't you flip around so we can do it to each other," Ryan
whispered. Devon pulled his pants off the rest of the way, then turned
onto his side and scooted down until his legs were past Ryan's head. Ryan
turned onto his side as well, and they made small adjustments until
Ryan's slick, warm cock was once again in front of Devon's face. He
looked at the pee slit for a moment, then dragged his tongue across it.
He wondered if he would drink Ryan's pee, and realized that he probably
would. He felt Ryan's lips enclose his dick, and he did the same.

The two boys lay on Ryan's bed in the dark, quietly sucking on each
other. Devon felt Ryan pull his legs apart, and Devon copied him, giving
him a better view of the boy's balls, just in front of his nose. That
hypnotic scent seemed to be even stronger. He stopped sucking Ryan's dick
long enough to suck the bag of skin into his mouth. He gently held it
there, exploring its texture with his tongue while Ryan's dick throbbed
against his chin. He felt Ryan do the same to him, and they held each
other's balls in their mouths for a moment. He couldn't ignore that dick
for long, though, and soon it was back in his mouth. He slipped his arm
under Ryan and wrapped his other arm over the top of his hip so he could
hug the boy's waist as he sucked on him contentedly.

Long minutes passed, Devon had no idea how many. Ryan's sucking seemed to
be getting even more vigorous as time went by, and Devon did his best to
match him. He could feel Ryan's lips sliding up and down along his length
as he sucked, and it felt amazing, so he copied the motion, pushing his
head forwards and back with the rhythm. Ryan was breathing deeply, and
Devon could feel small twitches in the muscles of the boy's legs. Devon
stroked the bare skin lovingly as he sucked on Ryan, little cues telling
him that he was making Ryan feel good. He knew it was building up inside
him. Ryan was making little squeaks now and Devon loved each one and he
sucked the dick in his mouth for all he was worth, trying to get the boy
closer. He realized that Ryan's legs and butt were completely flexed, and
then he felt that hard dick kicking gently in his mouth, and he knew he'd
done it, he'd gotten him there, and he swirled his tongue lovingly over
the part of Ryan Nichols that was throbbing and pulsing softly in his
mouth. He sighed with satisfaction.

Ryan's muscles began to relax in fits and starts, the steel hardness of
his dick softening somewhat. Devon knew that it would be sensitive
afterwards, so he just held it in his mouth, sucking only very gently,
savoring the shape of it. He hugged the boy's naked midsection lovingly
while Ryan resumed his own sucking of Devon.

And underneath it all was that scent. That raw, antiseptic scent, that
smelled like... like the dick pleasantly filling his mouth. Like the
smooth sack of skin in front of his nose. Like the sex of Ryan Nichols.

It built up in him quickly and suddenly, and Devon squeezed his eyes
shut, concentrating on the shaft between his lips, the heady scent
between the boys legs, and then his body let go in Ryan's eagerly sucking
mouth.

"Mmmh! Mmmh! Mmmmh..."

He stiffened his lips as it happened to keep his teeth away from the
sensitive skin in his mouth, as the waves of pleasure seemed to pass
through him and into Ryan Nichols' mouth, until there was nothing left
but his quieting breathing.

He felt Ryan release him, so he took one more suck at the boy's softening
penis, enjoying the little bit of stretch it had now, before releasing
him as well.

"Oh man," Ryan Nichols said as Devon rested his head against his bare
hip. They laid there quietly for a few moments. Ryan wasn't trying to put
his pants back on yet, and Devon hoped he wouldn't be in a rush to do so,
and they simply lay there.

"Was that okay?" Ryan Nichols asked a few moments later, breaking the
silence.

"Yeah," Devon sighed. "That... felt really good."

A few more moments passed.

"Would you... maybe wanna do that again sometime?" Ryan asked. "It's okay
if you don't."

"Yeah, we can," Devon said, looking at the ceiling. "I'd like to. Maybe
it's something we can do, you know, just between us."

"Yeah. Okay. We trust each other."

"Yes. And, honestly, you can do that whenever you want. It felt really
good. Like, you don't even have to ask."

"Same here."

Devon lifted his head and looked at Ryan's semi soft penis, lying on its
side. He took it in his fingers and felt it, softer and more rubbery now,
and he felt Ryan doing the same to him. He pointed the tip towards his
face and felt it growing again between his fingers, as if stretching to
reach his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it again, resting his face
against Ryan's thigh like a pillow. They hugged each other's waists
again, laying comfortably on their sides and gently sucking on each
other, and Devon closed his eyes, breathing in the scent he knew he would
never forget, that scent of the boy in his mouth.



Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. I'm at
Email: monoman30@protonmail.com
I'd love to hear your thoughts!
I'm a fairly new writer, just started in August. My body of work so far
is:

Alex's Geography Lesson
Sleeping on the Floor
Just For Practice, Bro!
Step Brother Porn
Little Helpers
A Private Room
So, That Happened