Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2021 16:21:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: atlantisguy@aol.com
Subject: Ryan's Ass    Gay - Adult Friends, Athletics

***Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe
"inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and
I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details
have been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send
feedback along to AtlantisGuy@aol.com***


I've always been a standard-issue, comfortably straight guy. He was a
standard-issue, comfortably straight guy. But we met in one of the gayest
ways possible.

I was just shy of being 30 years old. I was working and taking classes to
finish up an advanced degree at the time, hoping to jump start my career.
Together these things pretty much torpedoed any free time I might have
had. One thing that I absolutely, resolutely made time for was swimming
laps pretty much daily at the local gym; the activity kept me sane after
a long day of sitting on my ass. The net result was I had a nice tight
build. I may not have had the bulk of some of the guys, but I certainly
felt no shame in the locker room and I'd never felt better. Unlike other
swimmers, or many guys my age, I never shaved my body hair or trimmed my
bush... too lazy, I guess, with everything else going on. But more than
that, I actually *liked* looking like a man. No false modesty, I was good
looking and had never really had trouble with the ladies, but after a
year of slaving away both at work and in the time-suck of a master's
program, I was in a deep, deep romantic rut.

Because swim lanes were always in high demand, I usually hit the gym
later on at night. And in truth, given the rat-race I was running, I
thoroughly enjoyed having the place pretty much to myself, as it gave me
time to recharge and refocus.

This one particular night, I had finished up my laps and retired to the
locker room. It was deserted, and I moved into the jacuzzi room. A nice
soak always helped unclench my muscles, and I feel no shame in saying I
loved the way the bubbles felt on my naked balls.

And then, he opened the door and came in.

I was surprised, as I rarely saw another person this late... but whooo boy
the newcomer caught my eye. Like I said, I thought of myself is perfectly
straight and had never really... well, swooned over another guy before,
but this guy was *insane.* He was the textbook definition of an
all-American jock. His face was impressive enough... I mean, he looked
like he just walked off a movie set. There was a bit of boyishness to him
that was instantly disarming. But complimenting this was a freaking
amazing body--a powerful build without being overly bulked up for just
for show, like some of the gym rats I've run across. No, *those* muscles
were built for *use*... I wondered what he played? He had dark hair, and
like me he had a good dusting of hair across his arms, body, and crotch
... not like Sasquatch, but looking like a fucking *man.* And seeing him
in all his naked, Olympian glory literally stopped my breath for a
second. I mean, who *was* this guy...?

I was so struck by his manly form that it took me a minute to register
that *other* unusual thing about him:  he was on crutches.

Oh shit. *That* was going to be a problem.

You see, this room, and the jacuzzi itself, were not at *all* designed
for a guy on crutches. The jacuzzi wasn't built *into* the floor, but
sitting on top of it... forcing anyone who wanted to enter it to climb a
short set of stairs, then pivot to walk down a few steps in the water to
be able to take a seat. At *best* those steps were wet and slightly
treacherous... but with a mobility issue?  Plus, it didn't help that the
room itself was only slightly larger than the tub, making it a tight
space to navigate. He had very little room to position himself at the
foot of the stairs. I immediately sensed this could get tricky fast.

The Olympian bent down and removed a brace from his right leg, and set it
aside with his crutches. He hobble-hopped to the stairs, grabbed the hand
rail, and with a deep breath, started hopping his way up. I saw his
injured foot as he moved, and it looked nasty--a bit swollen, and huge
ugly mass of purple-blue-black bruises. That must have hurt like a
motherfucker. Still, he made it to the lip of the jacuzzi, and was
positioned to make his way into the tub itself.

So far so good.

During all of this, I was trying to be nonchalant--I mean, really...
sitting there naked, what was I going to say to a naked Greek God hopping
his way into a hot tub with the grimmest of grim determination? As he
moved, however, I slowly positioned myself to move fast if I needed to.
But casually; I didn't want to disrespect him or his effort, or give any
indication that I didn't think he could make it.

Well, he didn't make it.

What happened next was a *spectacular,* slow-mo disaster. He had started
down the stairs in the tub, with the water churning around him. He was
clutching the hand rail with white-knuckle intensity as he hopped down
the first of the steps. He made the first one, but not the second. His
good foot slipped, causing him to lose his balance, and he started
falling forward. He desperately tried to regain his footing, while he
grabbed the rail and clutched it with one hand, which somewhat broke his
fall, but his momentum meant that his body swung out and continued to
pinwheel sideways.

Right towards where I was sitting.

Ass first. Into my face.

Purely by instinct, I shot my hands forward to keep him from smashing
into me... and without any thought, I squarely planted my hands on each
one of his hairy asscheeks. Just like I was setting a volleyball.

"Dude! Dudedudedudedudedude!" I barked out, trying to keep him from
thrashing around and making things worse. "It's ok, it's ok... I got
you. I'm not letting go, you're good. Are you hurt?"

"No," he hissed back through gritted teeth. I imagine there was some
pain, and an Olympic-sized heaping of absolute humiliation. "I'm ok.
But... I can't... I can't stand up."

It was a preposterous situation. The guy's naked ass was mere inches
from my face. My hands, while keeping him steady, were slightly pushing
his cheeks apart, giving me a close-up-and-personal view of the
Olympian's asshole, nestled in thick dark hair. I had never seen
*anyone's* asshole that close, and... well, his pucker had transfixed me.
It was like....

Jesus. What was I doing? Snap out of it. We have a situation, here!

"Ok. We got this," I said in what I hoped was a bright, easy-breezy
tone. "I tell you what we're gonna do. On the count of three, I'm
going to push you forward. Once you get your center of gravity under you,
grab onto the rail with your other hand to stabilize yourself. You should
be able to pivot from there. Ok?"

"Ok.  Hurry." He bit off the words.

"One... two... THREE!" I pushed him forward and he was able to regain his
footing. He then shifted his weight, repositioned himself, and
essentially came down with a splashing crash so that he was sitting next
to me in the jacuzzi ... utterly, completely, and ferociously humiliated.

Not surprisingly, he didn't make a sound as he sat there, just staring
dejectedly across the bubbling water.  I was pretty speechless myself... I
mean, I had never had any kind of contact with another guy in any part of
his... you know, business. But there it was, I had my hands fully on a
guy's ass, with my face close enough to kiss it good-night.

But looking at him, any weirdness I might have felt completely
evaporated. However awkward it might have been for me, it was a *million*
times worse for him. He was likely feeling violated along with feeling
humiliated. You couldn't help but feel for him, and I decided to try and
break the tension.

In a relentlessly earnest tone, I said, "Well, at times like this
there's only one thing left to say, and that is... *thank you* for not
farting in my face."

Olympian's head snapped around to stare at me with slack-jawed
amazement, too stunned to be mortified.

Slowly, I started cracking up laughing... and a beat later he started in,
too. Within moments we were both howling with laughter. In the midst of
it all, I laughed out, "I knew there would be a full moon tonight... but
I never expected it to look so *big.*" A new gale of laughter. At some
point I belted out the song "MOOOOON RIVER...!" We were both nearly
crying at that point.

Finally, we regained what composure a couple of naked guys in a hot tub
could manage, and the laughter died down to a rumble.  I cheerfully
ventured, "Well, as the old saying goes, there is nothing so awful that
can't be made worse by having your friends mock you for it."

He still had a loopy grin on his face. "Ah. So you're saying we're
friends now?"

"Well, I certainly hope so!" I responded in a faux-scandalized tone.
"Sir, I am a *gentleman!* Do you think I'm so loose that I'd grab just
*any* guy's ass?"

He playfully karate-chopped a respectable splash of water in my face.
After a beat, he extended his hand. "Ryan."

I gave it a hearty shake. "I'm Tim. Nice to meet you, Ryan. Well
formally, at least."  We chuckled again. "So, what happened to your
foot? That looked ugly."

Ryan rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Jesus... it was the stupidest
thing ever. I was walking down the stairs at my apartment to the laundry
room. Not *falling* down the stairs, not *skateboarding* down the stairs,
just walking. I stepped off the bottom stair and landed on my foot wrong.
All my weight was on one side as I came down, and I essentially folded my
foot in half, the long way." I violently shuddered as he said that. "I
ended up snapping three bones. I went to the clinic and there's nothing
they can really do... they're in the middle of my foot, so a cast
wouldn't do any good. They gave me a brace to help immobilize it, but
really I just have to let everything heal."

"Aw, man dude... that epicly sucks."

"Jesus, man, tell me about it. For a week I pretty much had to
completely stay in bed except to eat and pee. I'm *supposed* to be on
semi-complete bed rest this week... but I've been going out of my fucking
mind. Bored to tears and completely left to my own devices. I'm at my
best when active and it's been a prison sentence. Finally, I snapped and
decided to come here... and every part of this trip was a disaster.
Driving with my foot like this absolutely sucks. It totally fucked up my
routine, and I ended up humiliating myself with the first guy I see. I
mean, fuck my life!"

"Man, I'm so sorry." I thought about something Ryan said. "So, no one
to help out in your hour of need?"

At this point, much of the lightness in his face vanished, replaced by
brooding. "This is just the tip of the iceberg for the shit storm of my
life. I just moved here about six weeks ago. After college I was playing
volleyball out in California for a time, but got out of it and lined up a
job here. My girlfriend and I moved here, and pow! Just like that, she
dumps me like a day after we get here and runs back home. I started my
job and the guys there a cool... but I mean, I barely know anyone's name,
so I can't really ask them over to buy my groceries or help me get into
the shower. Work's being great about this, but at this point I kinda
want to chuck everything into the garbage and start over somewhere else.
*Anywhere* else."

"Jesus, guy. I can't even imagine." He looked over and gave me a
grateful, if still glowerful smirk.

Now, normally I'm a pretty quiet guy. Friendly and easy going, sure...
but again, kinda quiet and usually keeping more to myself. I don't know
quite what motivated me, but I ended up doing something completely out of
character.

"Well Ryan, as your best friend here in town, I'm going to help you.
And I'm going to start by helping you out of this death trap."  Ryan
looked at me with surprise, and started to fumble out some sort of
protest. I shut him down instantly. "No, don't give me that... it's
going to be as tricky getting out as it was getting in. And sense we've
already... broken the ice, so to speak, there's no one better for the
job. I've already established I got your ass covered when you need it."

He caught the glint in my eye as I said that last part, and with
theatrical exacerbation agreed to this new assault on his dignity.

In truth, I'm not sure how well he would have managed things if I
*wasn't* there to help. We stood up. He put one arm around my shoulders
and leaned in tightly into me, so we were locked naked hip to naked hip.
It was a comically surreal moment, made more bizarre when we were coming
back down the stairs and our dicks were flopping around in perfect
unison. As that happened, I found myself making the mental note that we
were evenly matched in that department... both cut and bigger than
average, although I was slightly thicker. And both of us with impressive
man-bushes.

Finally, I got him out of there, and we showered up to leave. I walked
with him to the parking lot to make sure he didn't have any trouble. He
threw his gear into the seat and turned to me. "Tim... well, thanks, man.
Thanks for... everything. I am... so, so sorry about this whole
situation."

"We're good man, I was happy to help. Hell, I haven't got to third
base since my girlfriend dumped me a couple months ago, so I owe you!"
We laughed. And on a whim, I went on. "Look, if you're new in town and
all, my favorite watering hole is just around the corner. Care to join
me?"

Ryan thought about it for a second and I thought he was just going to
slip home, but finally he broke out into a grin and said, "You know...
why the hell not. Lead the way!"

I don't know what I was expecting, but we ended up having a blast. Once
we were fully dressed and on more or less equal standing, Ryan really
opened up. He was a jock... 100% a jock, with a jock-like mentality and
view of the world. And he was incredibly competitive. But not in, well...
a jackassery kind of way. I got the sense that he was a guy who wanted to
really suck the marrow out of life and was *constantly* pushing himself.
But I was surprised to find that just under the surface, he was a massive
geek. We were both into comic books--thank God, we were both DC kind of
guys, not Marvel--and had an unhealthy obsession with Star Wars (the real
trilogy), TNG, and Lord of the Rings. It was a long time since I just
plain connected with a guy like that.

I surprised myself further by offering to swing by his place after work
the next day to see how he was getting by, and was pumped that he agreed.

Over the next few weeks, we had become fast friends, and I found myself
helping him settle in to his new apartment and manage on his mangled
foot. He was a sweetheart of a guy--outgoing and confident, and ready for
anything. He was just plain fun to hang out with. Especially at first, we
usually hung out at his place to keep him off his foot as much as
possible.

In time we became inseparable. Ryan... really brought me out of my shell.
For a long time, I realized that although I genuinely was busy, I way too
often used "being busy" as an excuse to hide. But Ryan pushed me out of
my comfort zone, and I was appreciating the new perspective.

As I spent time with him, I noticed something... Ryan had a distinct
scent. I mean, guys tend to anyway, but it was different with him.
Stronger. I don't mean in a bad way, it was just... Ryan.

The other thing that was never far from my mind was just what a great
body he had. And it was... memorable. So many guys keep themselves smooth
as a 13-year-old girl, but with his body hair Ryan just fucking oozed
casual, confident masculinity. Maybe for comfort, maybe because he knew I
had seen it all anyway, he usually just hung around in gym shorts, with
or without a T-shirt. He never wore underwear, as evidenced by his
bouncing bulge. And more than once when he was just sprawled out on the
couch, his dick was... sprawling out, too.

But the weird thing is... I still thought about his killer ass. Well, just
sometimes. I mean, I don't really go for that thing. I was straight.
Totally straight. But... well, sometimes... if I was hanging out with him
and he turned around, there was... I don't know, a flash of memory. I
mean, I had never come close to grabbing a guy back there. That was
*completely* off-limits, forbidden territory. Guys are forever flashing
their dicks, comparing each other's dicks, laughing about their dicks.
But a guy's butt was, you know, dirty. Ugly. Nasty. The "butt" of
raunchy humor.

But not Ryan's.

I had always loved the pear-shaped softness of a woman's ass, but
Ryan's was something totally different. Perfectly rounded, and yet
straight direct lines. And I mean, it was... raw. Powerful. The thing was
solid muscle. And recalling he had a covering of man-fur added to the
impact, making it... so fucking masculine. So...

...fucking sexy.

Wait, what the fuck? Again, I'm not gay. I'm not into that shit.  What
the hell was wrong with me?

And yet, why was I daydreaming about him working out naked, thinking
about that masculine ass flexing as he....

Jesus. Stop. I'm *not* creeping on my buddy. Who is straight as an
arrow. Hell, we're *both* straight as an arrow.

And yet, that straightness... well, that was part of the allure. In a
weird sort of way. Forbidden. Dangerous.

Fuck. Stop. Don't blow up a friendship over something so stupid.

So anyway.

At some point, after he had fully healed, Ryan and I decided to do a
"Lord of the Rings" marathon. With the extended versions, obviously.
This took a degree of planning, as we wanted to do them all
back-to-back-to-back in one sitting. We both wrangled a totally free
Saturday out of our schedules and planned on starting off at 11 AM...
figuring that with bathroom breaks, stretches, and eating, we would still
be going strong after midnight. We drew up a list of food so that we
could indulge in a nice, steady gorge. I also sprung for the booze, so we
could finish up everything in a blaze of glory. On the appointed day, we
gathered at his place, killed the phones, and strapped ourselves in.

It was a wonderful wallow. I mean, we both love the movies and totally
let ourselves get swept into the story. After 11 hours and 26 minutes of
viewing time, we were pretty much useless blobs of flesh splayed across
his couch, even with regular stretch breaks to keep us limber.  The final
hour or so of "Return of the King" always keeps me absolutely riveted,
and puts me through the emotional ringer, no matter how many times I
watch it... I barely moved a muscle at all.

We had fallen into a companionable silence as it finally ended, as we
both took long draws of whiskey. Reflecting. I finally broke the silence.
"You know, no matter how many times I see it, that part where Sam says
"I can carry you!" makes me cry like a baby. Amazing."

There was a long silence, that seemed... significant. Finally, Ryan
responded, in a voice quieter than I had ever heard from him before.
"Tim? ... You know... I'd carry you up that mountain."

Young guys, including Ryan and I, pretty much run on snarky comebacks and
ball busting. But I had nothing to say. No retort. I just looked over at
my friend, mere inches away from me on the couch, and took him in, in
quiet wonderment. Ryan finally went on. "You... you came into my life at
a really dark time. A really dark time. You got me through everything and
always had my back, never asking for anything. Never flinching with any
crazy idea I had. Just... always there. Solid. I've... I've never had a
friend like you."

I... I don't quite know what was going through my mind. Or maybe it
wasn't going through my mind, but my heart. Without thought, I reached
over and lay my hand on his shoulder. I think the gesture was originally
meant to just be friendly, acknowledging.

But... the *feel* of him....

The heat of him. The muscles rippling with power. I think my hand...
trembled. We looked at each other. Really *looked* at each other. And my
heart... started racing. I had never had a friend like him, either. A guy
who was ready to take a bullet for me. Who always pushed me but was there
in a heartbeat to catch me if things went south. There was... something I
couldn't explain racing between the two of us. Connecting us. In
response to my touch, he reached over to me, with his fingers gently
sliding around to the back of my neck. Ryan all but cradling my head. No,
it wasn't cradling... it wasn't... well, gentle. It wasn't rough, it was
just... strong. There was an intensity.

And my breath became ragged.

We looked at each other, and slowly drew ourselves in... for a hug. My
face at his right ear. And I closed my eyes.

And... the scent of him. That smell of Ryan, strong at the end of a long
day. Strong as anything. It filled me. And a thousand feelings exploded
inside me all at once. His scent somehow sparked images in my mind. His
cocky grin. His strong hands rubbing my shoulders. The low baritone of
his voice. His sweat after a workout. The way he flushed when he was
active. The power this guy had. The confidence. The way he pushed me. The
way he made me feel like a million bucks every time we were together.

I don't know what came over me. It was all entirely instinct. I felt
myself, turning my head, leaning in, and lightly dragging my lips across
his skin. Tasting him. Breathing him. I was hard as a rock.

His breath caught sharply as I did so, and he breathed out a growl like a
wolf catching the scent of prey.

And then it was on.

Without any warning I found myself in the most intense... fuck, the most
*violent* kiss of my life. I had kissed plenty of girls in my time, and I
pretty much knew the procedure, especially for a first, unexpected kiss:
it should be subtle, engaging, asking for more, testing her interest.

Not this kiss. Not with a man. As a kissing partner, Ryan was a force of
nature. The *power* of this guy, even in his lips. He was simultaneously
trying to rev my engines, suck out my tongue, at eat me alive. I had to
respond force with force... blaze as fiercely as he was blazing, or risk
being burned. All of the feelings I had thought about him, whether they
were conscious thoughts or not, roared to life. I became an animal,
driving hard. Encouraging him to burn hotter.  With our lips locked
together, Ryan rolled on top of me, our hands grabbing each other. I was
simultaneously glorying in the touch of his skin under my fingers, and
grabbing for leverage as I readied a new assault.

And pressed together like that? With Ryan on top of me?  Oh yeah, I could
feel *just* how much he was into this.

After a few minutes, I needed more. The fucker's body had teased me for
far too long. I abruptly pushed him back and sat up so we were looking
each other square in the eye. The intensity of that gaze was something
else... in any other context, I would have been scared shitless. But not
now... it was exactly what I needed to see: hunger.

I crossed my arms and in one quick motion ripped my T-shirt over my head.
He watched with open lechery, then mirrored the gesture himself. Fuck.
That fucking chest, bristling with man hair, was all mine.

I dove forward and attacked his chest with my mouth, starting with his
nipples. It was a sloppy meal, wet with spit. I tasted the salt of his
sweat. "Oh yeah FUCK DUDE!" Ryan barked out. I was leaning hard against
him, and he started bucking hard against me, letting out a rumbling growl
of pleasure. I dragged my now 12-o'clock stubble across his chest,
causing him to snap his neck back and hiss, and I started devouring his
other hairy nipple, sucking it for all I was worth. Ryan's torso rippled
with excitement, and one of his powerful hands grabbed my head in
encouragement, his fingers forcefully massaging my scalp. His other hand
shot upward, as he roughly ran his fingers back through his hair as he
moaned.

Doing so flashed his hairy arm pit at me, close to my face. I don't know
what the hell possessed me, but in that moment, instinct kicked in. I
left his nipple and buried my face in his pit. Breathing in his scent.
Slobbering through his fur with my mouth and tongue.

This brought an immediate response from Ryan, who howled in surprised
pleasure before dissolving into garbled words of desperate encouragement.
Fuck. I breathed in his scent again and again--a scent of sweat and
testosterone, the bedrock of masculinity. I was used to it from being
around guys, but this was infinitely more potent and personal. It nearly
overwhelmed me, hitting me in ways I couldn't imagine. I had never
experienced anything like it. What the fuck? I'd always thought the
smell was nasty, what we took showers for. But this was just making my
cock harder and bringing out the animal in me.

Finally, Ryan grabbed my head and hauled my face back up to his, landing
a massive kiss on my sloppy lips that hit me like right hook. His
rabid-dog make-out style made me unleash a desperate moan.

But Ryan was just getting started.

I was stunned at how physical it was being with a guy. Like we were on
the court on a sweaty one-on-one session that was going to determine once
and for all who won a long-running bet. Every time I'd been with a
woman, it was teasing, seductive. She *responded* to me. But Ryan? He
*initiated.* He knew what he wanted and fucking took it.

So, he essentially threw me backwards across the couch, and dove hard
onto my chest with his mouth. His scruffy face *raged* across my chest,
setting my hairy pecs on fire with his stubble. Oh yeah... I was
*definitely* with a guy. He swung back and forth with his open mouth, his
lips soothing while his chin scoured. He swung upwards and fucking
attacked my neck... one of my hot spots. I hissed out a jubilant "Fuck
YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!"  as he man-handled me, with my hands raking his
back, which was starting to get slick with sweat.

Fuck...sweat. Sweat is, generally, that essential lubricant that greases
the wheels of so many male relationships. It was now taking on new
meaning for me. It wasn't just the slickness of it as I felt his skin.
The familiar, distinctive tang of man-sweat was filling my nose, seared
forever into the memory of man-sex with Ryan. It was never going to be
same being around guys in a workout.

I then felt his hands slide down my hairy torso to my waist. Without
hesitation, his hands started wrenching my shorts and underwear down, and
with almost a snap! you could hear my steel-hard cock spring free and
slap against my hairy crotch. With no hesitation, Ryan dove down and took
me into his mouth.

"OH MY GOD!" I bellowed, arching my back and nearly lifting off the
couch. Fucking fuck! His lips sealed around my cock head and he sucked in
*hard.* Then I could feel his tongue circling my cockhead in his mouth,
making my whole body *shake*. There had never been any indication
whatsoever that he had done anything with a guy before; I think was pure
instinct and masculine awareness of what a man needed. Whatever, it was
fucking brilliant. He then started bobbing up and down a couple of times,
getting used to me, and then opened up his jaw and dove down as far as he
could go. I was stunned. My dick is a good 7" long and fucking thick,
and nearly very woman I'd been with couldn't handle sucking it. Ryan
could. And right there I had gotten the best-feeling blowjob I had ever
experienced. No other woman's even came close. The fact that it was
being given by the sexiest, most ruggedly masculine guy I knew ratcheted
up my excitement a thousand-fold.

Ryan kept doing a couple of deep dives, slurring his tongue down my shaft
as he went. He'd pull back and then do a few rapid-fire bobs on my
cockhead. He then slid down and attacked my balls. By this time, I was
yelling out an unending stream of expletives. He worked each of my hairy
balls, sucking them one at a time and grinding his face into my crotch.
He swung his head to the side and spit out a couple hairs, but went back
at it with greater ferocity. I had never been so hard in my life. My
balls were absolutely *churning* in response to him, and when he went
back down on me, I realized how close I was to blowing my load.

Fuck that... not yet.

Fighting every instinct I had, I pulled him off my cock and locked lips
with him again. After I second, I pulled back, fixed him a primal glare
and snarled out, "My turn."

I pushed him back, in wrenched his gym shorts off. And I determined that
I was going to repay his efforts with the best fucking blowjob he had
ever dreamed about. It was fucking amazing taking his dick into my mouth,
it was both harder and softer than I would have expected. He was longer
than me, although not nearly as thick, giving me a different challenge in
sucking him. But as a guy, I knew the secret to great head was to
actually *suck* the dick, not to limply bob around it. Pressure, and
variety were the keys. And I was sucking for all I was worth as I dove
down this shaft, making him roar. A part of me wondered if we were being
*way* too loud for apartment living... but fuck that shit. We were
unleashed, and there was no tip-toeing around for a pair of manly guys
diving each other wild.

I had no experience, and that first deep dive down his cock made me gag.
I mastered myself, and tried again, realizing my limits. I made some
headway, but thought about taking a different approach. I puckered my
lips and then slid down his shaft sideways, and he arched his back while
belting out a "Fucking YES man! SUCK ME!" After doing this a couple
times, I buried my face in his man bush, and breathed him in. His man
musk drove me absolutely wild. His sweaty pits were crazy enough, but
this new scent had a musk drenched in pheromones. It was *completely*
different from going down on a woman, and far... richer. It was the
absolute essence of masculinity, a raw musk screaming his need to mate
without the need of words.
I kept after him. Ryan's hands wrapped around my head, his fingers
digging into my scalp in a fearsome massage. With one hand, I reached up
to start jacking him off slowly, while my other hand reached up to work
his hairy nipples. I tickled his balls with my tongue and, encouraged by
his shouts, went after them one at a time. Breathing his musk. I was in
heaven.

I shifted up to suck his cock again, working him like an oil well until
my jaw started to hurt. I went back to his balls and dug deep.

And then it got interesting. While down there, I flashed my tongue to his
taint, knowing how much I loved getting attention behind my balls. Fuck...
my man Ryan did, too. *Clearly*. His body absolutely *convulsed* as I did
so, while Ryan unleashed an explosive grunt. I repeated the move, and if
anything his response the second time was even bigger. I started working
his hairy taint hard with my mouth, and his cries escalated. Along the
way, his musk was getting... stronger. Darker.

And I had an idea. One that I think had been in my mind ever since that
first day we met. I had... a *hunger* inside me to reacquaint myself with
his ass. There was no discussion. There was no request, no consent. I
reached my hands under his ass cheeks, and quickly lurched him up so his
ass was lifted off the couch, nearly folding Ryan in half. His breathing
and guttural sounds slowed for a second, as if he wasn't sure what was
about to happen.

And I dove face first into his hairy ass.

It was electric. For all my newly-discovered appreciation for the scent
of a man, nothing prepared me for the overwhelming masculine musk of
Ryan's butt. It was earthy, primal, slightly sour... raw masculinity. His
funk filled my nose and I went into full-on Grizzley Bear mode. I think I
was minutes away from hyperventilating, desperately dragging my face
through his hairy trench, scenting myself with him.

And then I opened my mouth and fucking ate his ass like it was my last
chance at life.

Ryan fucking roared louder than an entire pack of wolves baying at the
moon. "FUCKING EAT MY ASS DUDE!! FUCKING.... OH FUCKING FUUUUUUUUUCK!!"

It was far, far hotter than eating a pussy. Especially since I gathered
Ryan had never in his life experienced anything like this and was clearly
losing his fucking mind. I found his hairy hole and sealed my lips around
it, sucking for all I was worth. As it opened up, I drove my tongue
inside him as deep as it would go. Then, I started making out with his
pucker, as violently as we had been kissing. I started fast, sweeping
shakes left to right, then did a long, obscene lick that started at the
top of his crack and led back to his hole. And started all over again.

He started bucking against me, with one hand reaching down to pull my
face into his hairy ass as far as it would go. The other arm hooked
behind his knees to keep them out of the way.

God, I had never, never been so fucking horned up in my life. It was
insane... this was the deepest, most personal part of a guy's body. Yet
my Greek God of a buddy was openly *giving* it to me. And as exciting as
it was for him, it was a thousand times better for me. I was fulfilling a
fantasy I realized I had wanted from the second his ass nearly crashed
into my face. This was a dream fucking come true.

Well, almost come true. I realized that there was another way his ass had
been calling to me. And I had to have it. I guess I should have asked
him, but I was far, far too gone. My body was flooded with testosterone,
and my dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. And every fiber of my being
was throbbing with animalistic hunger. And my prey was there at my feet.

I sat up to reposition myself. I sucked a finger, and slid it deep inside
his twitching hole while I went back to sucking his balls. He loved it,
undulating against me while tossing his head back and letting out a
rattling howl. I slid in another finger, and then spat into my hand, so I
could lube up my cock. When ready, I leaned forward and lined up my
cockhead with his hairy hole. And gently pushed it up and down.

Ryan could have no delusions about my intent. He just looked at me,
panting, his lips pursed slightly open to reveal clinched teeth. I pushed
forward again. Nothing. I pushed harder. Still nothing. I then shifted to
put more weight into it, and with pop, I broke through.

We both let out animal sounds... me from the *incredible* tightness of his
chute that siezed my dick in a glorious death-grip. It was heat. It was
pressure. It was the best fucking feeling I ever felt. Ryan, however,
shouted out in pain. His head swung down and his body clinched as he
tried to accommodate the steel girder invading his innards. Every
instinct I had was screaming for me to dive in, to make my dick come
alive. But somehow, I held back. No. Ryan and I were in this together.

"Its ok bud," I whispered forcefully. "I got you, I got you. Just
breathe. Breathe. Let your body work. It knows what it wants. Just
breathe. We'll play through the pain together. Breathe." Ryan nodded
curtly in response, and I started rubbing my hand in lazy circles across
his hairy chest, working his nipples. "Breathe, man. Just breathe."

I could feel some of the tension leaving his body, and was hoping it was
working... Jesus I sure hope it was working, because I fucking wanted to
plow him harder than I had ever wanted anything before in my life. He
looked up at me, and our eyes bored into each other. It was a
connection... deeper than anything I had ever felt for anyone else. We
breathed in unison, together. I instinctively slid my hand around his
dick, and began to jerk him off with slow, insistent pressure. As I
watched, his eyes slowly filled with lust.

"It's better," he said thickly. "Yeah. Better."

"Buddy, 'better' is just getting started."

I started small thrusts, little more than rocking back and forth, and
watched as his body slowly started to respond. Soon he started rocking in
time with me, matching my movements, and I could finally start to feel
myself sliding into him.

And it was fucking *fantastic.* Tighter than anything. I could feel the
muscles gripping my dick and I started pushing in more insistently. "OH
GAWD," Ryan said as his eyes rolled back. I pushed in a bit more. He
took in a sharp breath and yipped out "THERE! Do that again!" I did,
and Ryan's head flew back and his whole spine rippled. "Fucking YES!"
I knew I had hit his magic spot, and started thrusting hard, triggering
him again and again. I increased my thrusts. Back and forth. Back and
forth. Deeper each time. Whatever pain the guy had felt before seemed to
vanish, along with any reservations or inhibitions. "Fucking FUCK me
man! JESUS! You're so fucking BIG. Give me your fucking COCK!"

This was my cue. I had held off far too long. The hunger was far too
great. I grabbed Ryan tight, and went for glory, driving my hairy cock to
the hilt, as far as I could go... my man bush scouring his hole. It was a
release and an absolute thunderbolt for both of us, as we both let out a
primal scream. When we gasped for breath, we locked eyes... and I leaned
down and drove our mouths together. As we kissed, I cantilevered my torso
and started fucking him hard.

I can't begin to describe how hot it was, our faces together, looking
each other in the eye as we breathlessly panted against each other. Each
dive inside him made my dick fucking *sing*, gripped by the hottest,
tightest hole... as if every muscle inside him was violently milking my
entire shaft at once. Ryan bore down on my cock as each stroke pulled
out, heightening the feeling. I felt like I was fucking on top of the
fucking world.

And it wasn't like I was *dominating* him, he was throwing down as hard
as I was, fucking me as hard as I was fucking him. He threw his body
against me harder than I thought possible, especially given his awkward
position. It was like we were both reaching for something deeper,
stronger, and finding it inside of ourselves... and together. That was
it... it was shared. It was the most violent fuck I had ever had, but
somehow it was the most intimate thing imaginable. Given how guys are
such animals anyway, I didn't know man sex could *be* that intimate.

And I was pounding him like a piston, each stoke making us howl all the
more. I always thought that gay sex was week, effeminate. This was hands
down the most masculine experience of my life. Our sweat ran together,
and he fucking raked my back with his fingers, finally pulling us as
tightly together as we could imagine.

But given my excitement, given the intensity, there was no way I could
last. Sure enough, and far too soon, I could feel that familiar rush as
my balls got ready to explode. My thrusts became more wild, less
controlled, and my breathing got more ragged. As loud as I had been
through all of this, my grunts turned into a full-throated roar. To my
absolute astonishment, I could Ryan getting ready to fire, too. His head
started swinging wildly, and his fingers dug into me like a jaws of life.
Without warning, or him even touching his dick, his head finally snapped
back and he let loose the most terrifying sound I had ever heard from
him... and his dick exploded in cum that fucking shot *everywhere*. I
mean, thick ropes of jizz that splattered across both our chests.

More to the point, his ass clenched down so hard I though it was going to
sheer my dick right off. It was the greatest feeling of my life, and I
exploded deep inside him. My ears filled with a roar like a tornado, and
I swear my entire body convulsed as I let loose. I don't think I'd ever
cum that hard in my life.

I think I kept thrusting inside him for a bit as we both recovered. We
both... well, luxuriated in the feeling of coming down together.
Completely unwilling to break that incredible intimacy we shared. We
never wanted it to stop.

As we caught our breath, our lips found each other and we made out
passionately. It was absolute euphoria.

I was on top of the world. Ryan's ass, which had haunted me for months,
was finally mine.

     ...And it was better than I could have possibly imagined.


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