The evening was simple, a little too quiet for us. The table was empty after the pizza, music played between the bottles, and we laughed at anything.
There were four of us sitting there: me, Jason, Ethan, and Ryan.
Jason was the loud, confident type. He always talked the most, laughed the loudest, and looked like he had just come back from the gym, tanned, slightly flushed from beer, with his biceps protruding from his rolled-up sleeves.
Ethan was the opposite: quiet but brilliant. A bit nerdy, a bit mysterious, with light hair and neatly trimmed facial hair. He sat with his leg on his knee, twirling a bottle between his fingers.
And Ryan... Ryan was the golden boy everyone talks about. Athletic, handsome, with a perfect smile and the ease that only comes to those who have always had everything. He had strong arms, tanned skin, and that confidence in his eyes, until now.
“I can't remember the last time we had this much fun,” Jason said, leaning back on the couch.
“That's because there are no girls,” Ethan replied, clinking his bottle with mine. “No drama. No sulking. Paradise.”
Ryan laughed. “Speak for yourself. Mine is perfect. Gold.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Gold, meaning?”
“Everything.” He took a sip of beer and looked away, as if smiling to himself at the memory. “In bed... no one can beat her.”
Jason snorted. “Sure, everyone says that about theirs.”
Ryan shook his head. “No, seriously. No one could give me the kind of pleasure she does.”
I don't know why it struck me. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was the way his jaw tightened when he said it. The way his voice dropped slightly, as if he were saying something he shouldn't.
“I wouldn't be so sure,” I said calmly.
Silence. Everyone looked at me.
Ryan raised his eyebrows. “What?”
“I'm just saying you're wrong.”
Jason snorted with laughter, Ethan looked amused, but Ryan no longer seemed relaxed.
His smile faded a little.
For a second, I saw something else in his eyes, like a shadow of curiosity.
“Meaning?” he asked, glancing at me from under his eyelashes.
I shrugged as if it meant nothing.
“Nothing, man. Just... not everything good has to be with a girl.”
Ethan burst out laughing, trying to lighten the mood, but I could already see that the seed had been planted.
Ryan looked at me again, longer than he should have.
Then he went back to his beer.
But I knew this was just the beginning.
Ryan laughed, but there was something different in his tone, less confidence, more nerves.
“Matt, come on. You don't know how it works with us.”
“I know exactly,” I replied calmly, not taking my eyes off him. “Gay guys know cocks better than girls do. I know when a guy is really losing himself in it.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow, smiling half-heartedly. “Oh, here we go.”
Jason looked between us. “Well, now you have something to prove, man.”
Ryan shook his head, trying to laugh, but the laugh sounded too high, as if he was trying to cover something up. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”
“I'm not joking.” I leaned over the table. “Five minutes. If I don't knock you down, we forget about it.”
“And if you knock me down?” he asked, with a smile that tried to be ironic, but there was something else in his eyes.
“Then you'll admit you were wrong.”
Ethan snorted. “Ryan, come on. Do science a favor.”
“Okay,” Ryan said after a moment. “You have five minutes.”
I moved the bottles and pushed the table aside. The silence became heavy, strangely tense. Jason and Ethan fell silent, as if they had suddenly forgotten that it was just a joke.
I stood up slowly. Ryan sat motionless, his mouth slightly open. I could see his chest rising too quickly.
“What are you...” he began, but stopped when I knelt between his legs.
The zipper on his jeans clicked loudly, metallically, as if in an empty room.
I pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees.
Everything fell silent.
Ethan looked at Jason, but neither of them spoke.
There was something in the air that had long since ceased to be a joke.
And I... for the first time that evening, I felt that I was in complete control.
“Hey, are you really doing this?” Ryan tried to laugh, but his voice trembled.
“You'll understand in a moment,” I replied quietly.
He was already semi-hard, heavy, hot under my hand. I could feel the pulsing, the warmth of his skin, and the scent that hit me like something forbidden, yet damn familiar. I relaxed my lips and ran my tongue over the tip, slowly, barely touching it. His body jerked immediately, as if he had been touched by electricity.
“Fuck, Matt...” he murmured, but it wasn't laughter anymore.
I wrapped my lips around him, slowly pulling him deeper until I felt his breath catch. I wrapped one hand around the base and rested the other on his thigh. The rhythm was calm, steady, confident. I could feel his muscles tense with every movement of my head.
“Does she do that to you?” I whispered between movements, without stopping. “Does she look you in the eyes when you're on the edge?”
I looked up.
He was looking at me.
There was no confidence left in his eyes. Only pure, raw desire.
I slid him deeper until I felt him touch my throat. The sound was wet, heavy, loud. I could feel his whole body tense at the sound. Jason and Ethan sat in silence. No one moved.
Ryan grabbed my hair, but not to push me away, just to feel it harder.
“Matt... fuck... I'm about to...”
I didn't stop. I pulled him deeper until his hips jerked. His cum hit my throat, hard and fast. I swallowed it all without breaking eye contact.
Silence. Only his rapid breathing and the sound of me wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
I lifted my head. Ryan sat motionless, his eyes wide open, as if trying to understand what had just happened.
His shoulders were heavy, his eyes empty and full at the same time. Moisture glistened on his thighs, which he couldn't hide. His jaw was clenched, his breathing rapid. As if he was afraid to look, but couldn't stop.
Jason was the first to break the silence. “I can't believe that just happened...”
Ethan looked at me, then at Ryan. “Dude... that was sick. And... I don't know if it was awesome or terrifying.”
I wiped my mouth slowly, tasting the lingering flavor on my tongue. “Now you know who does it better,” I said calmly, without a smile.
Ryan looked up. No irony, no pretense. Just the truth. “Yeah...” he whispered softly. “One hundred percent you.”
For a second, it became unnaturally quiet. Ethan looked at Jason as if expecting a comment, but no one spoke. Everyone felt that we had crossed a line of no return.
I looked at Ryan and said, “But compared to what I can do… that’s nothing.”
Ryan was surprised, not knowing what was going on.
I leaned in slightly, my voice barely a whisper. “My ass will give you more pleasure than your girlfriend.”
Silence filled the room.
Jason looked down, Ethan cleared his throat, but Ryan didn't move an inch. He just looked at me, as if he didn't know if it was a provocation or a promise.
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