Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2018 02:28:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: DD Buck <author1982@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ricky

This is my first submission, I hope you like it, feedback welcome at
author1982@yahoo.com.  It involves unprotected sex between two consenting
adults.  Safe sex should always be practiced.  If you are offended by, or
it is illegal for you to view this type of material due to your age or
other local laws, please exit the page immediately.  The names and
situations are complete works of fantasy.  Likeness to anyone living or
dead is purely coincidental. Published under the license agreement with
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As he got out his bag out of the trunk, I could see him reach up to close
the lid and expose his flat stomach and faint hint of a treasure trail.
Ricky and I had been friends since our freshman year and over the four
years of school we'd gotten pretty close.  Now seniors on the cusp of
graduation I had a full blown crush but knew I'd never be able to act on
it.  Ricky was hopelessly straight.  Not the sort of straight that bashes
gay people but the sort that is totally comfortable with himself that
nothing else bothers him.

At an exact 6 feet tall he stood lean and his styled brown hair fit his
personality.  He was smart, if not a bit nerdy, but also athletic and
tended to dress more towards the fashion you'd see at the mall.  As he
closed the trunk I remembered the first time I saw him.  Sitting right in
front of me in class, it was pretty hard to miss him.  He had a smile that
lit up the room and coco brown eyes that had a slight twinkle when he'd
grin. You could say I was hooked from the start.

I was what you'd call a popular nerd with friends in most social circles.
Girls were always around and people would assume I was dating a few of
them.  While we never went on formal dates, I always had a bunch of girl
friends and no one seemed to question it.  I had known I was gay since the
4th grade and come to terms with it myself long ago.  Growing up in a
typical suburban town though, didn't give a lot of opportunity to be myself
in any real way.  People never called me ugly and at 5' 9" I was your
definition of an average 21 year old.  Filling out in the right places with
short cut, brown hair and hazel eyes.

The slam of the trunk brought me out of my reverie and I stated to back out
of his driveway as he walked to his door.  Watching him walk away was one
of my favorite pastimes as his tone ass and tan legs were showcased just
right with his choice of shorts.  Typically, he just walks up to his door
and that's that but for this time he stopped and turned quickly, waiving at
me to come back.  Assuming he had forgotten something in the trunk, I
pulled back into his driveway and rolled down the window.  He walked up to
the window and said "I forgot to ask, are you going to the graduation party
this weekend?".  I had never been a big party guy, which he knew well, but
he seemed intent on getting me to answer right then.  I said "I'm not sure,
I have to work the next day and hate going to work hung-over".  He said
"come on, Daniel, you have to come, we'll have fun, I guarantee it".  "Ok,
sure" I said reluctantly and he beamed at me, he slapped my arm and started
walking back to his house.

The next few days seemed to drag on, between studying for finals and
working to help make ends meet it never feels like there is enough time.
Ricky and I saw each other every day and talked about the typical stuff;
school, work and girls.  He never pressed me on dating or even seemed to
notice that I'd brush off any reference to girlfriends.  If he did notice,
he didn't care to say anything, which suited me fine.  I always knew I'd be
able to come out to him but the idea of it scared me.  The dreaded "do you
think I'm hot" question would undoubtedly come up and my poker face wasn't
that good.

Friday rolled around like it usually does at the end of the week, and as I
was driving Ricky home from class he asked "hey, so when do you want to
pick me up for the party?"  My heart sank; there it is, the real reason he
was so excited for me to go, to be his free taxi.  I groaned a bit inside
and said "what time do you have in mind?".  "Between 7:00 and 7:30 should
work great" Ricky said.  I reply with "great, sounds like a plan".  A bit
deflated, I again watch him walk to his door, admiring the view as I pull
out of his driveway and he turns back and flashes a quick smile at me.

I've always lived by the idea that being on time is being late but knowing
Ricky and not being overly excited to be a taxi for the night, I pull up to
Ricky's house at 7:20 and go up to the door and ring the bell.

"Shit man, I totally crashed after you dropped me off and woke up 10
minutes ago" Ricky said to me hurriedly as he let me into the house.  It
was clear he had just gotten out of a hasty shower; his hair was a wet mess
and the towel that was loosely tied around his waist.  I'm not going to try
and tell you I minded though, it gave a great view of the top of his pelvis
with the perfect "V" in front and as he walked away, I saw faint curve of
his crack peeking out above the fold.  Within an instant, my cock stirs to
half mast.  As he walks down the hall, he calls back "make yourself at
home, I'll be ready in two minutes".  I turn to look and am about to call
out when he pulls the towel off as he makes the turn into his room.  In all
the years I've known Ricky, I've never seen him with less than shorts on
but now, I had a split second, unobstructed view of his perfect bubble
butt.

I pace around his house a bit; hoping the now massive wood in my pants
would go away.  I decide to take a leak to try and alleviate some of the
pressure.  As I'm peeing, he calls out through the door, "come on man,
we're going to be late.  If you shake it more than twice, you're playing
with it".  I about come right there and know the night is only just
beginning.

We finally get to the party and its obvious half the school showed up.
This suited me fine as I knew a lot of the people there so there was no
worry of being bored.  Ricky got pulled away by a couple of his classmates
and I got roped in with another group.

Since I wasn't in the much of the party scene, I also wasn't a big drinker.
Normally Ricky wasn't either but as the night progressed, it seemed like
his blood alcohol content was increasing rapidly.  At one point, I'm in the
men's room taking a leak and Ricky comes and stands at the urinal next to
me.  Making small talk he asks "are you having a good time?" with a slight
slight slur.  "Yea" I say, " I'm having a great time.  The band is amazing
and the food has been great!".  He nods along to what I'm saying, then I
ask, "when were you thinking of heading out of here, remember I've got work
in the morning and need to get a couple of hours sleep to function".  He
quickly says, "yea, I have to work too, lets say an hour, yea?"  I say
"sure" and start to walk toward the sinks and call over my shoulder "if you
shake it more than twice, you're playing with it".  He turns to me, smiles
and winks.  The idea of him playing with it and the damn image of his ass
in my head and now the smile get's me hard all over again.

Less than 30 minutes later, Ricky comes over to me and puts his arm around
me and says over the music "come on, let's go, I think I've overdone the
drinking a bit and not sure I can make it much longer".  Again, I groan and
agree, picturing his head hanging out of the window on the way home
forcefully expelling the overindulged alcohol.  Having said our goodbyes,
we make our way outside and to our surprise it was poring down rain.
Naturally, we had to bolt across the lot and managed to still get soaked as
we climb into the car.  While the rain helped sober us both up a bit, Ricky
was still slurring his words and looked to be pretty far gone.

As I drove us to his house Ricky started telling me about everyone he'd
seen and talked to at the party.  I didn't try add much to the
conversation, as it was clear he was in more of the chatty mood than I and
an occasional nod or "yea, cool" was all it took to keep him going.  This
was a mistake.  I had zoned out a bit, focused on driving and had just said
"yea" when he called out "really, you sure?".  Dumbstruck and not sure what
I just agreed to I tried to play it off by saying "yea, you know,
whatever".  "I can't believe it, Chris is really gay, like he told you?"
asks Ricky.  Shit, now what did I get myself into I think to myself.  I try
to recover but he just keeps talking away. "I never got the sense that he
was gay, I mean, the girls all swoon at the mention of his name.  Imagine,
the quarterback being gay."  All that is racing through my head now is
"shit, I'm really screwed now.  Hopefully he's so drunk he doesn't remember
this conversation and we can pretend it never happened."

We get stopped by a light and I see a slight movement out of the corner of
my eye in the dark.  Was he scratching an itch or something else, I
couldn't tell for sure but as the light turned green he asks me "do you
think he's hotter than me?".  I stammer and manage to get out "you both
have a distinct look with classic features, I hear girls say you're hot all
the time".  This doesn't stop him. "Yeah, that's not what I'm asking
though, I'm asking if you think I'm hotter than him?" he presses and this
time I realize it wasn't an itch he was scratching, he has started to tent
his slacks a bit.  I'm feeling uneasy and unsure how to respond so I simply
say "yea, you're better looking".  This seems to abate him and he lets it
go.

Ten minutes later, we pull into his driveway and he offers me one last
drink.  Knowing better, I say I can't and he gets out of the car and
stumbles a bit in the driveway.  Still raining, I realize if I don't help
him get inside quick, he's going to get soaked and likely catch a cold.  I
jump out of the car and throw my arm around his solid waist and help him to
the door.  When we get inside he stumbles again trying to take his shoes
off so I just tell him to sit down so I can help him.  As I'm taking his
shoes off, he starts to unbutton his shirt.  I steal a glance and see his
smooth, tan stomach, damp with rain.  As soon as his shoes are off he bolts
up and my head nearly collides with his groin.  He apologizes and steps
back and then he starts on the QB question again.

"So you really think I'm hotter than Chris?" he asks, this time a little
less sure than he sounded in the car.  As he asks, he continues to strip
right there in the living room.  Before I get a word out, he's telling me
how he's seen Chris in the locker room at the gym and he definitely has
bigger muscles than he does.  He continues to describe his solid physique,
taught abdomen, strong arms and as he begins to trail off I look at him and
notice he seems to be getting shy or should I say most of him is getting
shy.  One very pronounced part of his anatomy has started to strain against
his boxers.

Embarrassed, he looks down and tries to cover himself but there is no use,
we both know I've seen it so he lets his hands drop to his sides.  I step
closer to him and say "it's all good man, no worries, you're drunk and a
bit horned up at the moment, happens to us all".  He stands taller and with
his deep brown eyes that pierce the soul he says, "I'm not that drunk"
without even a hint of slur.  I must have looked shocked because he goes on
to say seriously "Look, Daniel, I know everyone makes assumptions about
everyone else but sometimes they are wrong.  Everyone assumes you're
straight but I know better." He takes a step toward me. "I know you're not,
now what I don't know is if you're bi or gay.  I'm guessing gay, especially
with that trying to make an appearance."  With a goofy half grin, he points
down at my crotch, apparently in all of the confusion, my own 8" cock had
filled out and pushed the fabric of my boxers and pants nearly to the
breaking point.  I was petrified, unsure what to do he takes another step
closer to me and is now only two feet from me.  He then adds softly "people
also assume I'm straight, but I'm not.  I've never acted on any of the
feelings but I've cum thinking of you more than once."

Rooted to the spot, he reaches out and starts to tug my sopping wet shirt
up over my head exposing my lean torso.  His hands begin exploring my chest
and with a tweak of my nipple, I let out a little moan and feel a pearl of
pre-cum soak my boxers.  "Like that, do you, Daniel?" he says with a smile.
Typically my nipples do nothing for me but with Ricky's touch, it's like an
electric current passes through his body into mine.  He leans in and kisses
me on the neck, moves to my ear and whispers "I've wanted this for ages"
and in a flash, his lips are on mine.  Tentative at first but more
desperate as he continues, pushing his tongue into my mouth and mine in
his.  His hands have continued exploring and have slowly made their way
down to my waist. Feeling his way around my hips, he undoes my belt,
unbuttons and unzips my pants and lets gravity take them away.  I step out
of them as I reach for his boxers, practically dying to see what was
causing the fabric to swell.  Almost in sync, we grab each other's boxers
and with one last tug, we're both standing naked and hard as rock.

I pull away from the kiss and look down, finally seeing the cock of my
dreams.  I have a good imagination but seeing his rock hard 7 ½" cock
was more than I could imagine.  It was perfectly straight, had a thick vein
running across the top of it with a perfect mushroom head at the tip.  He
was thicker than I imagined and when I grabbed ahold of it, my fingers
couldn't touch.  This monster cock was nestled in a perfectly trimmed nest
of deep brown hair with a beautiful sack swinging gently below.  We return
to kissing while our hands grope and explore our now totally naked bodies.

As we grind, my dick continues to leak pre-cum and soon both of our cocks
are soaked in the slippery goo.  Ricky drops down to his knees and in one
motion fully engulfs my member.  Like a master, he works it and while I'm
well above average in the length and girth department, he has no trouble
deep throating me.  I pull him off his knees for fear of cuming too quickly
by this master cock sucker.  As he stands, he wipes a stream of precum off
his chin and licks his finger with a devilish grin.  "Man you taste great"
he says.  I look at him quizzically and he says "what's wrong, was I not
doing it right?".  I let out a laugh and pull him into a passionate kiss.
When I pull his head back I look straight in his eyes and say "I would
swear that was not your first time, you had me so close to cuming I had to
pull you off me, lord, where did you learn that?".  He smiles shyly and
says "I just did to you what I thought you'd like".  "Ricky" I say "you
achieved your goal".  "Not quite" he says coyly and he grabs me by the
wrist and tugs me toward his room.

We only make it about half way there before we're groping and kissing
again, feeling the excitement of new and unexplored things as we topple
into his bed.  Kissing and groping, slick with pre-cum, sweat and the rain
from outside our bodies become one and as I reach around his back my hands
slide down to his ass and I grab onto both, perfect spheres, and squeeze
his head tilts back with a growl.  I raise an eyebrow and he sits up a bit
on my chest and before I know it he's grabbed my cock, lined it up and
started to guide it into his tight hole.  We both let out moans as my cock
oozes out more pre-cum that clears the way for me to penetrate deeper and
deeper into his hole.  Amazed that he hasn't even seemed to flinch at the
foreign intrusion I realize he is a little buzzed so he's not feeling as
much pain as he normally would and not caring beyond that, I push deeper
into him.

We match each other's thrust nearly point for point and before long we're
in a rhythm and he's bouncing up and down on my cock, slowly stroking his
own while his balls slap my stomach with each thrust.  He leans over and
pulls my head up to kiss him and whispers into my mouth that he want's me
to cum in him.  In a horny haze I just nod ok and he leans back to ride me
harder and deeper.  Knowing I wouldn't make it much longer I ask him if
he's really sure and he stares down at me, smiles with his perfect smile
and says "yes, Daniel, now fucking make me cum with your cum deep inside of
me".  This is enough to send me over the edge, my nuts pull up deeper than
they ever have before and with one last thrust into the deepest reaches of
my friends tight ass, I let loose the biggest load I've ever had.  As I do,
Ricky looks down with a screwed up face and rope after steamy rope of thick
cum shoots from his cock and splatters the headboard, sheets, my face,
chest and stomach before finally only a small drop remains on the slit of
his cock.  He falls down on top of me, mashing his cum all over our bodies
and kisses me as my cock softens inside of him.  "Damn, Daniel, that was
better than anything I ever could have imagined, totally better than all my
jackoff session fantasies" he says breathlessly.  We lay there for a few
more minutes before he suggests we clean up in the shower.

We both called in "sick" to work after the shower, explaining to the
voicemail that we can't keep anything down.  It wasn't a total lie, our
cocks remained "up" and rock hard for the next 12 hours as we fucked and
sucked each other.  Letting each other cum in various parts of the other's
body stopping only to eat, drink and an occasional nap between sessions.
We started officially dating that day, we'd already been friends for so
long it was no time before we fell into a true and deep love.  When the
rest of our friends found out they were surprised but all said they thought
it could happen.  Even though we'd both played the "straight role" people
saw under the surface, even if Ricky and I couldn't.