Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2021 16:06:16 +0000 (UTC) From: JH Subject: Cards in the Deck - Ryan Brevard 4 This is a work of fiction - names and places are elements of fiction. Please donate to Nifty.org at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Your donation will allow stories such as this to be published. The Nifty Archivist works endless on publishing our works and puts up with a lot from us. His deligence and attention are much appreciated! Cards in the Deck - Ryan Brevard 4 Well, getting off the elevator with Adam, I didn't know what to expect. Was he about to fuck me? I wasn't going to say no. But was I nervous? Oh yes. We headed down the hall, me following, my hand in his. We entered his room and he flipped a light on. The room was orderly, he hadn't spent much time in here since this afternoon. He went to the restroom and I walked over to the balcony. I had seen this same view the night before, from Jack's balcony. Whoa, Jack is a couple of floors below us. "Wow," I thought. Adam came out, having removed his suit coat and shirt. He stood there bare chested in his suit pants and oh my God, was he hot. He tossed his hair with his hands and loosened it from its styling product. I just stood there not knowing what to do. He came over to me and put his arms around me and kissed me again. He pulled me closer and kissed me deeper. Yes, I was responding. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed back. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my shirt tail out. The shirt fell to the floor. I was very thin compared to him. He was fit but broader. He unzipped my pants then unzipped his. They fell to the floor. His hard cock was jutting out of his boxers while mine was held in place by my briefs. He turned me around to face out of the glass door. I could see the city but I could also see our reflection. It was mesmerizing. I just didn't know anything to say. He spoke and said, "if this is not ok, Ryan, if you don't want to, please say so now. We're not doing anything you don't want. I promise," he hissed into my ear. "Oh, we're doing it, Adam. No turning back now," was all I could muster. He dropped my underwear and in a single movement, dropped to his knees and sucked me into his mouth. His lips were amazing. His tongue caused me to waver. He had skills. He had experience. I nearly came and pushed him off. He knew that and raised himself back up and I dropped to my knees and returned the favor. I can't say I did as well as he did but he tasted so good and I was so turned on. I went up and down and I swear he became hard as steel. I raised myself back up and he turned and dropped onto the bed. He fell face down. He stayed face down. I didn't know what to do. "What are you waiting for stud?" he asked quietly. "Fuck me!" he commanded. I went over to the bed and looked directly into what was the most amazing ass I had ever seen. This wasn't a boy butt but a man's ass. It was white, and rounded, the physique even better in person than what shown in his pants. I bend down and kissed his right cheek then over to his left. It was soft and meaty. I was going to do this. I was going to fuck Adam West, the second guy I have ever done. He told me to get the lube from his suitcase and I did. I spread it on my did thick and got behind him. I tried to ease in, surely this was going to hurt, but I was mistaken. He opened up and I just went in. I was fully in and I started fucking lightly. He began rocking with me. Soon, I was giving it my all and, unfortunately, I had to cum. There was not stopping it. We had only been at this for less than ten minutes. "Oh damn," I whispered as I let loose my cum. He squeezed his ass and took all I had. It was the most amazing feeling. I stayed motionless for a minute until he pushed me out. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me onto him. He kissed me. I rubbed my semi hardon between his legs. It seemed I wasn't finished. "You need to go again," he said smiling. "You doing it twice turns me on," as he snapped his hard cock. "Do it," he said. I fumbled trying to find his hole and just then, I felt him take my head in. I pushed forward and fell on top of him. I can't begin to describe how it was. I was looking at his face, into his eyes. He looked like he really needed this. I kissed him and fucked him at the same time. I knew I was going to cum again. I was getting so close. I loved this position, I loved how he smelled and tasted. Then, he said it, said something I wasn't prepared to hear. No, it wasn't "I love you". It was "Fuck me Ben, Fuck me harder!" I froze. I couldn't believe my ears. Someone would tell me later thats a mistake that is not uncommon. At that moment, however, I was pissed. I drew my hand back and slapped it across his cheek and pulled out of him at the same time. He screamed and put his hand to that side of his face. "What the fuck was that for?" he said, rubbing the sting from his cheek. "That was bullshit," I responded. "Calling me Ben. What is this, some young Ben fuck fantasy?" I asked, angry at the thought. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to say that. It just came out." I got up and started pulling my clothes on. He started to cry. "Oh goddamn," I said. "Just what we all need is a fucking crybaby. I'm the one who should be crying, asshole!" He leapt up and grabbed my arms. "I'm really sorry, Ryan," he sobbed. "Tonight was fucking hard on me. I didn't mean to say that to you. I really wanted you. But standing up there and watching my best friend marry the only guy I have ever loved was terrible. I mean, good for Quinn. He earned it but I could've had that. I could've had it all," he said quietly, tears running down his face. "I think it's a little late for regrets," I said. It sounded mean, not very empathetic. I didn't mean to sound like that. But it's true. "Adam, you weren't thinking like that last year at this time. You did things you thought were for the best. It's too late to be regretful. Get over it. Ben and Quinn have. I mean, Ben forgave you and Quinn asked you to be his best man. He had college friends he could have asked. He wanted you," was all Icould think to say. Then, I thought of something to add, "if you hadn't taken off, where would your career be? You couldn't be traveling around the country building this online Macy's project, while living with Ben in the big house in the country. That wouldn't have been fair to him. Maybe you could have done it differently, but you did what you had to do." By the time I had finished, he had stopped crying and I was nearly dressed. I slipped my suitcoat on and headed for the door. "The only thing you should be regretting, is the fact that you just told me I'm nothing but a childish fantasy. I'm nobody on my own. You're an asshole, Adam. Good night!" I said in a loud whisper and I exited through the door. The stairs were across the hall and I slipped through the door and down to the 22nd floor. I got to my room and passed the key over the security thing and the door opened. It was dark and quiet. I walked over to the phone and dialed my parents room. "Mom, I'm in. Yes, I'm good. Just tired. Wake up call at 7. OK I got it. Good night. No, I won't leave the room. Good night." I got undressed and picked up my iPad to check on messages. I was responding to Bradley who had asked how everything was going. I had ignored my phone during the wedding party to be respectful to Ben and Quinn. No, not all of us teens are rude, just so you know. While I was typing out a reply, there was a soft knock at my door. I thought it might have been my dad but when I looked through the peephole, I say Adam's blond hair. "What the fuck does he want?" I asked myself. I opened the door and before I could say anything, he pushed his way into my room. "Sorry," he said. I didn't want you to leave my room that way," he said. "What the fuck, Adam? Don't you think I have had enough for one night?" He came and stood in front of me and gripped my arms. "Ryan, you are anything but just a mini Ben. You are brilliant. You're gorgeous, funny, shart as a tack! You're not a young Ben fantasy. You're a fantasy period. So amazing even though you're young. No, I don't run around picking up guys your age but you are not your age. You're not my age. You don't have an age, I don't think. You're special, Ryan. Even if you forgive me for my mistake upstairs, I won't forgive myself. I am so sorry," he pleaded. Well, I had to say, this was a good start. My ego was inflating at his suggestions. Perhaps I wanted a description like that. Maybe it was important for me to feel like something other just another kid. Ben and Quinn had never made me feel like a kid or a dumb teenager, or a twink like them call them in porn. Rather than acting spiteful, I took charge since he was in my room. Of course, I was only wearing my briefs again so I probably looked like a kid. "Thanks Adam for saying that. If you really meant that, it was cool. I'm sorry I slapped you," I said. "Fucking physically accosted me," he exclaimed with a smart ass grin. "A slap is not violence," I corrected. "Its disciplinary," I said sarcastically. We both cracked up. "Left a fucking hand print," he said. I sat down on my bed and pulled me over to him. I sat down beside him. I knew he could see my hard on pressing against my briefs. Of course, I was hard. I am two-thirds of the day anyway. Don't think this little scene didn't have its effects, wink, wink. "Ryan," he said, holding my hand. "You deserved much better than I gave you upstairs. I can't tell you I'm in love with you because I'm not. But I can tell you there was a little bit of me that loved you the minute I laid eyes on you and a little more of me since we have spent some time together. You are not mini Ben. You are your own man and maybe I would've liked to have met someone like you when I was your age. Maybe I wish you were 22 and could just run off with me. Either way, I do love just a little piece of you," and he leaned forward and kissed me, very lightly, not passionately. He ran his finger across my cheek and I touched his where I hit him. It was red and it was sensitive because I saw him flinch. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. He was manning up to what sounded like real feelings. Soon, I was on my back and he was laying beside me. We were making out. Then he was on top of me, my legs spread around him as he levied his weight on me. And, yes, I let him do it. After lubing himself up, I let him push into me and he fucked me. He was gentle and it did hurt. I was so self conscious because I wasn't prepared. The feelings were unreal. He was really loving me as he pushed and pulled. Yes, I felt the nature of fantasy because I had images of Jack doing this to me. I felt Bradley's beautiful cock pressing into me the way he does. Adam added some dimensions, though. He soft whispers and grunts in my ear, the way his hand touched me. I liked how he did everything slowly. He ran his hand across my extended arm slow until his fingers clasped mine. I liked how his other hand slid under my back and he gripped me with his arm. Fuck there was a big difference between teenage horny sex and real man sex. I didn't know how to talk sexy so I didn't say anything. I just made sure he could look into my eyes without me flinching. I made sure to meet his kisses. I touched him back. And I came. I didn't mean to, again my body was acting on its own. At some point when he pushed in and didn't move, my cock turned brick like and shot a small load out onto my tummy. Adam pulled out and with a few strokes, splashed me with a cumshot like I have never seen. One big shot, then a bunch of smaller shots firing cum all over me. The smell was, well I don't know what it was. Noticeable. It was warm and became runny. I could see where some guys might get overwhelmed and flip out. I made sure not to do that. I lay there silently, while he got up and got a towel. He toweled me off which I thought was cool. We crawled into the bed and under the covers. The sheets were crisp. He wrapped his arms around as he spooned in behind me. I accepted this. "There Ryan, that you was all about you. That was the best I could do for you. Was it ok?" he asked. "Yes Adam. It was very cool. I feel amazing right now," I said. My head was screaming crazy love shit. My voice said well done and thank you. "Ryan," he whispered in my ear, "You can't tell Ben or Quinn about this. You know that right? Everybody wants to tell everything these days. This is not a full disclosure opportunity," he said giggling. "You are right on all accounts," I said, looking back at him. "Quinn will cause me to require a wheelchair if he knew we did this, and I'm being serious." "I know. I have a tendency to not tell things, Adam. This is just between you and me for sure." He kissed my neck causing goosebumps and I snuggled in and went to sleep. He would slip out of my room at 6 am with a brilliant goodbye kiss and I would assess no, analyze no, think about these events for the rest of the day. Things had to be addressed with Bradley when I got home. I know you are all thinking what a complete prick I am, having these fantasies and hook ups while I'm away from a guy I really like. Well, you don't realize that perhaps these experiences are still my building process so that I can return home and bring a much stronger result than just some silly schoolboy approach that sounds like love me or get out! No need for you to judge me because I'm not going to apologize. The return home was quiet but not without thought. II wondered if I should text Adam but decided not to. I wondered what it would be like to just snuggle with him on a couch. I wondered what I was going to say to Bradley. I had the drive from the airport back to my school which took about an hour. A text from Ben and Quinn from their spot in Mexico showed they were having a very good time where they were. I was coming down the high of the most incredible weekend. I wouldn't want to rub that in with Bradley but I hoped to finish this weekend with possibility, not obstacle. After I parked and unloaded my car, I headed to my room in Breckon Hall. Bradley showed up within minutes of my text. He wanted to know how it all went. He got a good dose of most everything that happened from my conversation with Jack to the ballroom spectacle and the little fight with Brandon. He was amazed at how much took place. He calls my ventures with the family "Brevard's Landing" which I think sounds totally cool. "Bradley baby," I started, "I want to talk about that thing we started before I left." "Oh Ryan, why kill a good mood with all that?" he asked. "Because, I think there are possibilities for us. Listen, I can't argue that we have to do some things to appease the parents. And your's are more difficult than mine. No argument there. But that doesn't mean that they have to know everything we do in order for us to stay together in some way." "Like what?" he asked. "Well, can you take a weekend trip to visit a friend from school this summer?" I asked. "Yeah, sure I can," he said as if he had passed the first test question. "Could we slip away for a weekend to Kings Dominion or Busch Gardens and your parents would let you go?" "Yeah, I think so. I don't know if they would require a chaperone or not but yeah, I think." "So Bradley, that's two weekends out of a three month break. Get what I'm saying? I mean, maybe I can't say that we won't meet people and have experiences on our own, but why mess up the time we have spent together just for your parents? I like what we've done and I like you," I said affectionately. "It will make possibilities for us coming back here next Fall and you know you love this," I said, pointing down the sides of my body. He laughed. "It's not bad but Ryan please get in your head what's at stake. My parents are so hung up on their views and what's right and wrong, there is no slipping around it. If they find out, I don't know what they will do. Maybe send me off somewhere. I can't risk having my whole life turned upside down." "Oh come on, B, how bad can it be? You said before they would send you to military school or something. Would they really? Would that "solve" your problem? Sorry, its just hard for me to understand completely," I told him "Yes they might think a change in institution would change me. Maybe some religious school or something even. I don't know but I don't want to go through it. It's certainly more hopeful than what I left you with. Wait," he said with surprise. "You really into me Ryan Brevard? Is the "frozen chosen" saying he likes me that much?" he said not knowing if I was going to blast him for that remark. "Why do you sound surprised?" I asked. "You know I'm anything but perfect and I know we are playing on different fields, me being out to my family and you not. But, I gave you a piece of myself three months ago and I didn't do that for shits and giggles. You're a man, Bradley. A good one. Maybe the best one I know at this school. That's the best I can say," I said leaning into his shoulder. I kissed him behind his ear. "And you're hot," I said giggling, being flirty. "Takes one to know one," he said in return and he turned his face to meet mine. We kissed. Looking at my phone, there was two hours before my roommate would come back into town. Oh yeah. We locked the dorm door and made really good use of the next hour.