Ryan's Ass

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 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 rapid 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, 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. I 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. 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 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 driving 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. 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, and opened his lips 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 gripped by 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 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!"

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 in the hottest, tightest hole... as if every muscle inside him was violently working 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.