This is a true story of how two guys meet, become friends, and become more than friendsÉ
Beginning
This was the typical summertime in a major US city where young working stiffs do their ritual of blowing off a little steam. After a long day's work, once or twice a week I used to look forward to softball with my team after work. We were all in our 20s and 30s, really just getting started in our careers but having a good young time as we should. That's how I met all these people who would go on to become my friends; and they, in turn, would wind up introducing me toÉhim.
The story starts out like lots on here do Ð friends meet up, hang out, party, and then stuff happens. Well like I said, I linked up with this softball team because of a girl I worked with who was already on it. She was actually really good. But ball skills weren't the central focus of the league; our games wound up usually being as much about drinking during the game as winning. Good thing we did a lot of both. But anyway, I had been playing with the group for a few months, and one summer day was out with them on the field. One of the friends on the team, Lenny, was the assistant coach and absentee officer; he didn't let much get past him. On that particular day, he mentioned that we were short a few players to start, but could go ahead and field, and another guy would show up soon. His name was Ryan. I had never met the guy but didn't think anything of it. (As a side note, Lenny was gay but not out at the time. Only a few of us knew it then. It's funny, I didn't think he intended to change my life in such a big way that day, which he would soon do)
Turns out, the good news for that game was that we won. The bad news was we did it short of players. Near the end, though, this guy shows up who turned out to be Ryan. I can describe him both objectively and subjectively. Objectively, we were the same age (29), height (6'1) and both athletic. His background was Irish, which gave him his brown straight hair and eyes (in contrast to my German/Native American-inspired dark hair and brown eyes). He was bigger than me, which was easy since I was always skinny. Both of us lawyers; he had a girl but I wasn't dating anyone at the time. But that's the objective part. Subjectively, when he walked up in his plain white t-shirt, shorts and New Balance, I just fell quiet. That's how I get when someone I think is really cute comes around me. Then as we met and he introduced himself, I heard his voice. Then I was just awe-struck. He had the nicest, mellow, soothing voice I ever heard. His voice and his touch from shaking hands just TOTALLY made me melt. And things would get worse, since after the game he needed a lift back to his car at work. So I drove him. I had a hard time concentrating on city traffic with him in the car for sure. It was definitely a strong like at first sight (more on the love part later). I had it for this guy bad.
Touching
Things went on and Ryan and I got to be pretty good friends. We would hang out a lot when our group was doing stuff and we got to know each other some more. There were a lot of qualities to this guy I came to really like. In addition to his east coast prepster good looks, flawless skin and ways to just make girls go crazy around him, he was one of the most laid back people I had ever met from New York. To this day I think he still must be from the Midwest somewhere; no way New Yorkers are as nice as this guy. But anyway, another thing I learned about Ryan was the boy could drink. Never before in college, nor anytime since, have I seen somebody be able to chug faster than Ryan. And, he got lots of challenges; he was kind of like a circus act, everybody wanted to witness, challenge him, or both.
He never lost.
I was never dumb enough to take him on either. It didn't matter if it was beer or some concoction flowing from a keg or luge, he was a true champion this kid. He took it all in stride, though, just another part of his charm.
But anyway I digress. The point here is to talk about how we started getting close. Because he had a crazy demanding job, he wasn't always able to come out and hang like the rest of our group could. But when he did we always spent a lot of time together talking and hanging out. And even though he was devoted to his girl, after a while I started to notice that she would only come around our group every blue moon, but never had a real problem with him going out on his own. I kinda thought it was weird, but said whatever. Secretly, I was glad because that meant I could spend more time with him for myself. But we became really good friends Ð so much so, we would start to be able to finish each other's sentences and stuff. I also started to notice that we were touchier than most guys Ð not just bros but not quite bromanceÉyet. We were always willing to be each other's "dates" to parties or work stuff that we got invited to. And when we did it was pretty much just Ryan and me all the time, even in a room full of other friends.
In the setting of these types of times, a couple of incidents happened that started to make me wonder. And, to be honest, make me lust for this boy. I had the hots for him so bad, I really wanted in his pants. But there was never any signal from his side that gave me any hope it could ever happen. So I just pined away and punished myself by hanging around him all the time. But, at one party the host was going around taking pictures of all the people that showed up. It was a big assed party, good thing he was going digital! Ryan and I, of course, ended up in a pic together with a girl friend of ours. She was in the middle, Ryan and I on the ends, and we all had arms around each other. But for some reason, Ryan's hand wound up on my shoulder. I went with it and Ð well, since it was dark outside where the party was, I did the same. Then I went a step further, just taking another step of affection toward my object I had such a big crush on for so long. My arms are longer than Ryan's so I was able to reach his shoulder and behind his neck. It was kinda funny to think about the host taking the shot of the 3 of us, having no clue that Ryan and I were totally flirting with each other, with me massaging the back of his neck with my extended fingers haha. After the photo, neither one of us said anything about what just happened. And that was the case for each time something like that went on between us. It was clear to me that my affection for Ryan was growing into something more. And it scared me some. Up to that point in life, I had never, ever felt as strongly about someone as I did about him. It was all the usual crush symptoms you can imagine, and it made me crazy but wanting more of him at the same time. Well, soon that page in the book was about to make a turn.
At one Ryan's notorious house parties, all the usual stuff went on. Lots of people, lots of drinking, lots of chugging. It was a good time and a good crowd. I went over, greeted everybody and went straight to the keg. I pretty much hung out there all night and had the usual good time partying with everybody. Ryan would show on occasion just circulating and being a good host. He would hang as long as he could until beer ran out or somebody spilled or people had to go home. As usual, though, the party went late and I was one of the last few hanging around. At the time, it didn't occur to me that the party was dying around me; of course, it was 3am by this point so no big surprise. But, I also didn't think I was saying anything by hanging around like I was either. I went there solo, had nobody to get home to, so why not just hang and enjoy right?
As the last party guests left, I found myself wide awake, not even ready to leave, but I knew Ryan had to clean up. He didn't seem bothered by it and said lets get more beer. We did and came back inside from his patio where the keg was, sat down facing each other in the kitchen and just shot the shit for a while. We talked about everything and nothing. I was leaning forward with my elbows on my knees and taking a drink on occasion. I guess I was tired; I wasn't sitting that way on purpose. Soon, though, Ryan himself took the same posture and we just kept talking.
Then it happened.
We're still sitting facing each other that way, and I am just staring into his beautiful brown eyes. Earlier I was trying not to be too obvious, but I think I was drunk enough that I stopped pretending by then, even though I wasn't even remotely making any moves. Or so I thought. At one point, he was telling some story about somebody we knew, and right in mid sentence his right arm just swung down and his hand landed on my inside left thigh. I went completely stiff Ð both my body from the total surprise, and quickly followed by my dick, which went ROCK hard in my shorts. I know that HAD to be obvious, but Ryan just kept on telling his story like it was nothing.
As I sat there with my head spinning from beer, shock and joy, I eventually had enough sense to realize I had to let him know what he was doing was cool. I didn't want him to freak out and love the chance I had been waiting for 2 years by that point. So, Ryan keeps talking, and then BAM I left my left hand fall to his exposed knee. When he got to the end of talking, we just sat there like that Ð silently staring, minds spinning, wondering if the other guy was going to freak and throw a punch or what.
You know how you hear about moments in life that seem to happen in slow motion? Well that's what came next. I don't remember who moved first or what, but I could vaguely sense that Ryan's eyes were getting closer to me while we were staring at each other. The next thing I knew we were in total lip lock. Oooh my God those lips of his. I had stared at them forever, nice and soft and pink. I always wondered what they would feel like. It was a quick kiss, but there was another one right after, once we both pulled back and realized we were both ok with what was going on. Oh, did I forget to mention his girl was already passed out upstairs in their room from the party? So here we were, two longtime buds, his girlfriend asleep upstairs, and Ryan and I were macking like school kids. It ranked as one the greatest nights of my lifeÉand then we headed down to the basement.
"You have to tell him"
I stood up in the kitchen and grabbed his hand to lead the way downstairs. Along the way, I couldn't help feeling like it was all a dream and I was gonna wake up any second to the alarm clock going off on another bright sunny day. But I kept walking. And walking. I looked back behind me to make sure Ryan was still there, reassured by the fact we were still holding hands. When we got down to the basement I stopped and turned around. We were facing each other, surely with the rush of emotions going through both our minds because the moment was soÉ. intense. That intensity only kept going because we didn't let it stop us from closing the gap, slowlyÉjust to be sure all was still good. I reached up to his beautiful smooth face with both hands and kissed him again. His arms snaked around my waist to hold me close Ð our chests, stomachs, dicks pressed against each other. We tongue wrestled for what seemed like forever before coming up for air, but not before I had the chance to run my fingers through is straight brown hair. Then I couldn't help it; it was time for the words I had been wanting to say since the first days I laid eyes on him. And they came out before I could use my inner filter to stop and think what might happen to our friendship if I said them. What I didn't know in that moment was I had nothing to be scared about, but I only found that out after I said it. There. In the quiet of a basement living room. Just him and me.
"I love you, Ryan."
It was barely above a whisper Ð I don't know if it was because I was scared of being overheard by someone (there was only his girl upstairs, everybody else was gone), the fear of rejection, or even the fear of owning up to what I had felt for so long. But I said it, it was out there and only time (in seconds) would tell what would come of it. But like I said, I didn't need to worry, because looking in those deep pools into his innermost thoughts, I read and heard "I love you and I want you, too" in his own voice.
Without control, script, or dictation, the next thing I felt was the love kiss of a lifetime. I knew right then and there that this man Ð a few hours ago just a good work and softball friend Ð felt like the lost half of me from a lifetime ago. We kissed again, deeply and not in a rush, without any need to hide behind the walls we had both built up. We held each other just like that for an eternity. Then my arms were over my head and my sweater came off. Only then did I realize more was happening than just a kiss. So I did the same with his top. One by one other pieces fell or were tossed away, until we were naked except for boxer shorts. But even they didn't hide the rest of bodies really, the parts that showed how much we were into each other and wanted to make the moment real, perfect, and long-lasting.
I gently pushed Ryan back until he was sitting on a couch, then I kneeled between his legs, running my hands over his lightly hairy thighs. His smooth white skin totally energized me; he was just soÉ. beautiful, a truly beautiful guy in my eyes. I reached out for my prize through the open slit in his shorts, only to find a straight, hard, smooth 7 inch piece that made my mouth water.
At that point, lust took over and I dove on it. Ryan took a deep breath and held it, only releasing with a long "oooohhh" to voice his satisfaction. I used my lips and tongue to worship that boy like I had never done before, up and down in slow movements to given him the most pleasure I could. I remember thinking at the time that, if he somehow suddenly stopped, I wanted to make the most of what time I would have. So I made it good for both of us Ð that warm stiff tool in my mouth, filling me with precum. Ryan's hands moved to the back of my head, rocking with my up and down movements. My hands got a mind of their own and went straight to his chest and stomach, armsÉanywhere they could find so long as it was connected to him. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes before he pulled me up for a kiss by my underarms.
We wound up laying on this sofa, with me on top until he flipped us and kicked my legs out so he could fit between them. We made out like this for a long time, rubbing and touching everything we could while saying the words to each other over and over that we had both carried only silently up tot his point. I knew I loved this man with my whole being and I wanted to be his. How complicated that would be in real life would have to wait for another time, but I wasn't letting this moment go with a harsh dose of reality for any money in the world.
Ryan, almost imperceptibly, ran his right hand down my body to my cock, stroking it while he sucked on my neck. Little did he know before then that was my weak spot; and true to its character, it made me powerless yet charged for him to do whatever he wanted to do with me at that point. Just then, Ryan, either being as turned on as I was or proving he was the best mind reader in the world, let go of my dick to wrap his hand around his own. I was scared to hope he was going to do what it looked like he would, while I wanted nothing more in the world to happen right at that moment.
And so it did.
I said earlier how my buddy Ryan was the strongest, yet most gentle, person I had ever met. And this fantasy of being in a moment like this with him was one I had held for years, never thinking it would happen. Ryan didn't disappoint; he was every bit as gentle and loving in real life as he was in my fantasies. I felt his head lodge in my opening, then slowly Ð like he was trying not to hurt me Ð move inside just to his crown. I let out a short small gasp of surprise and pleasure, looking him dead in the eye. I nodded to let him know I was ok, and then the whole experience took on a new level. With a gentle push, his cock slid about 2 inches inside my tight, quivering hole and I moaned. It was a strangled moan of the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. So intense that, once again, I couldn't help but look at him to say, "I love you" again. He had no words to respond, only a slow non-stop sliding all the way in me to the hilt. I was full and he filled me, yet I burned for more. He held me, tightly and softly at the same time, said "I love you so much" then kissed me with a lover's passion.
This moment could never be over. I never wanted him to stop. He fucked me like that for 15 minutes before I pushed him up and rolled over into my stomach. I wanted to feel his weight on me and for him to do whatever he felt. And yeah, somewhere along the way I realized it all happened without a rubber or lube, and I chuckled inside myself. Don't get me wrong, it was serious to have unsafe sex; I chuckled at how easily it had gone because I was not a natural bottom. I reasoned that, because I had someone I trusted and someone I had wanted for sooo long, my body really and truly opened itself for all that he had to give. And I took it. Ryan mounted from on top of me, and I came to learn that this was one my favorite feelings on earth, the feeling of his cock nudging then sliding deep in one move. I wanted to scream in pleasure, and I did on the inside; outwardly, it came out as a deep long sigh. Ryan made love to me truly and well and I lost track of time at that point. It turned out that he slowly and steadily slid in and out of me for almost an hour, but only did I realize a little thing like the passage of time when he whispered in my ear "I'm gonna cum" and filled my insides with all he had to offer. I felt every spurt; I counted 5 but am sure there was more. It didn't send me over the edge, which was good since nothing covered my dick and that would give the fun away the next morning! But I controlled myself and enjoyed the moment for what it was Ð an earth shattering climax for my lover that left us both a sweaty mess but never left me the same.
We laid together for about 10 minutes coming down from our high. As his dick slipped out of my ass, I rolled over underneath him, hugged him tight and frenched him for all I was worth. Ryan tried to lighten the moment some by pointing out what a mess we made, but I was having none of it. I told him I now knew how happy pigs could be in shit. He laughed out loud at that one. I smiled a contented smile inside for having had the best time of my young life. It wasn't just the sex; it was the love that made the sex. It was holding the man of my dreams. It was him feeling the same way about me. It was all either of us needed. Ever.
In the beginning, I said this was a true story. And as a true story, I have to say that was the only time Ryan and I ever were naked. We both went on with our lives and remained friends. But that night was something I will never forget and often relive as the best sex I ever had with someone I truly loved.