Truth or Dare - Pt. 02

Ryan woke up early in the morning before the sun rose. The room was alight from the flickering fireplace. Thoughts and memories began to form in his mind as he recalled the previous hours. He was laying on his side under a couple layers of blankets. As he shifted, he felt an added weight on him and noticed an arm wrapped around his torso.

Luke had fallen asleep right behind Ryan and stayed that way all night. Ryan breathed deeply and took stock of his body. He was still naked. As he rolled back slightly, he could feel Luke's body behind him. He brought a hand back to feel Luke's legs, then trailed up and never felt any material as he reached his hips. Luke was naked as well.

It hadn't all been a dream.

Following their passionate sex the night before, the two lovers fell quickly asleep in each other's arms. Ryan's eyes adjusted to the light and saw their glasses from the night before, the last dregs of alcohol remaining. He saw the bottle of lube on the bedside table next to two unopened condoms. Next to these he noticed the torn wrapper from one.

He could feel a slight ache in his backside. As he moved, he could tell he had been stretched out wide. Ryan needed to pee. He extricated himself from Luke and the blankets and crept to the bathroom.

After finishing up, he rinsed his ass from the sink, noting a layer of dried semen outside his hole. Not his first time. He washed his hands and went to the kitchen, seeing the first glint of the dawn light coming in from the window.

He poured a large glass of cool water and drank deeply. His body felt dry and sore. No doubt a result of sleeping on the ground instead of a bed, as well as from his extracurricular activities. The water brightened his mind.

Having been out as a bisexual man for nearly a decade and had boyfriends and flings, he had seen all range of responses to having sex with a man for a first time. Last night, with Luke, had of course been different. They were roommates. They were best friends. Luke had a girlfriend! Even though he had given Luke many opportunities to back out last night, and each time Luke wanted to keep going, he was again worried that the alcohol may have affected his choices. What would he think today?

Ryan stepped out of the kitchen and walked to the den to see Luke laying on his back, sleepy and with his eyes closed, but waking. Most importantly to Ryan, Luke was smiling.

"Good morning," Luke said groggily. He wriggled under the blankets, cozying himself.

"Morning. Do you want some water?" Ryan replied. His anxiety was down a notch, but still high.

"Yeah, I'm parched. My last drink was a bit sticky." Luke had given Ryan an amazing blowjob last night and even swallowed some of his cum. His joke brought Ryan's anxiety even lower and the two smiled at each other as Ryan handed him the glass. Luke a long drink. "Mmmmm. Nice. Did you sleep ok?"

"I really did. Did you?"

"I really did. And every time I woke up, you were there." Luke looked lovingly at Ryan, who could feel his body starting to untie and relax.

"Luke, we have to talk about last night." Ryan felt relieved about what happened, but that only yielded to what was to come. "We... we...."

"We had sex." Luke said frankly. "And it was good. I thought, at least."

Ryan grinned.

"It was very good. But now what? You have a girlfriend. I'm your roommate. What happens now?" Ryan asked the big questions early.

"Now," Luke started, "You come back to bed."

He held the blankets up again, exposing his naked body to the light and to Ryan and pulled him back down to the ground. Luke wrapped his arms around Ryan and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. It was the kiss of a lover, not of regret.

Hours later, after they finally emerged from their blanket bed, Luke snickered as he took a view of Ryan's bare body, again appreciating his form, his masculine shoulders, and his curvy, peachy ass. They showered, separately, and cleaned the house.

Sadly, no more snow had fallen and soon the power came back on. They wouldn't be able to cocoon themselves inside any longer.

It was probably for the best as their busy lives took their attentions. Ryan commuted into the city a few days before working long nights as a bartender to cover some friends' shifts. Luke had a massive project he was working on and presenting at his engineering firm.

They didn't see each other in the house much until Friday when Luke told Ryan that his girlfriend, Britney, was coming to the house the next day.

"What are you going to do?" Ryan asked. He tried to sound curious, supportive, and keep the longing hope out of his voice.

"I'm going to end it. I can't be with her anymore. It's not fair to her," Luke said firmly, trying to rally himself before telling himself silently, "Or for us."

The next morning, Britney finally got to the house. She and Luke were talking in the kitchen, having a conversation that Luke had insisted he would have despite the predictable discomfort. Ryan was in his room doing some class work with his headphones on at first, more to distract his mind than anything, but he was insanely curious what would happen. He slipped the headphones off his ears and listened intently.

It wasn't subtle.

Luke let her know that he had to break up with her. She was shocked, distraught, angry. It had come out of nowhere to her, which Luke couldn't argue against. She shouted, asking if he had cheated on her or found someone else and Ryan couldn't help but appreciate the craft when Luke (truthfully) insisted he had never touched and was not interested in another woman. He just felt like they were interested in different things in life and it was time for them to break it off. From within his bedroom, Ryan could hear the litany of obscenities hurled at Luke and the unmistakable crash of a meltdown as anything and everything was thrown at the walls and floors in Britney's understandable rage.

Ryan felt partly bad and even responsible, but this was quickly dispelled by the hope that emerged. He heard her gather her things from the bedroom and leave. He didn't cheer or celebrate, though he desperately wanted to.

Ryan emerged from his room to see Luke sitting in the kitchen.

"Are you doing ok? I couldn't help but overhear." Ryan sat across from Luke, wanting to give him space and be a friend at the moment.

"Yeah, of course. Better now." Luke appeared contemplative. He looked up and stared into Ryan's eyes.

It was Saturday morning. A week since they had... connected. Throughout the week, they had kept their hands to themselves. Mostly.

Looking at Luke's face had always been a challenge for Ryan. Luke was gorgeous and always had been. He had a boyish charm that he exuded from every pore. When he smiled, his eyes crinkled and his ears twitched. His hair always fell easily into place. Always. His smile was effortless, like he always had a joke on his mind that only he was laughing at. When he was serious and contemplative, his eyes still sparkled with light. Ryan had stared at his face for years, over a decade, but always had a hard time sustaining his gaze, fearful that his own secret feelings would burst out.

Now he felt he didn't have to hide.

Ryan looked back across the table to Luke and an easy smile rose between the two of them. It was a new level of intimacy in their friendship that neither had experienced before.

"Well, I don't want to sit inside all day. The weather's finally decent. I'm gonna go for a run," Luke announced. He rose out of his chair abruptly and strode to his room, emerging a minute later in running shorts and a long sleeve. "Do you want to come with me? I'll take it easy."

Ryan wasn't much of a runner anymore. A couple injuries had stopped him from playing soccer any longer, but he still exercised regularly and swam at least twice a week.

"Fine. But you're gonna feel like you're walking, I'm going to be so slow." Ryan went to his bedroom and changed. It was too cold for him to just wear shorts so he opted for a pair of long running tights and a runner's jacket. He pulled on his shoes and they headed for the door.

Ryan was not oblivious to the fact that his long tights hugged and showed off his ass nicely. He wanted to impress his company.

They settled into a reasonable pace where Ryan didn't feel like he was dying and Luke was able to carry on a conversation. It was chilly and there was still some scattered snow on the ground, but as they moved they warmed and grew more comfortable.

They ran around a park and through a neighborhood, ascending small hills and rounding back toward the house. Throughout, Luke would occasionally lag behind to let Ryan jump ahead when the path narrowed only wide enough for a single person. As he did, he took in the view ahead of him, admiring Ryan's powerful glutes propelling him forward. He looked so sleek in his running tights, Luke had to restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing hold. They hadn't touched since the week before.

It was only about 4 miles, but that was plenty of running for Ryan to feel it in his knees. Luke, of course, was fresh and looked as though he could have run the same loop again.

They opened the door to the house and trudged inside, Ryan breathing deeply as he regained his breath. Luke started to pull off his long sleeve, damp with sweat. His shirt underneath clung to his body, wet with perspiration. It outlined his solid, athletic torso and surprisingly muscular arms. He peeled his base layer off and threw onto a chair on top of his long sleeve. He untied his shoes and pushed them off before peeling off his socks and throwing them with the rest of his laundry.

He stood just in his shorts before striding to the fireplace and flicking it on. A chill had run over his body as he stood in the cool room with a sheen of sweat over him. He looked up and saw Ryan looking at him.

"What?" Luke asked.

"The fireplace hasn't been on since last week... when we...." Ryan replied. He desperately wanted to touch Luke again, but he needed Luke to initiate. There had been little to no hint throughout the week that Luke was thinking about Ryan or wanted to do anything more with him. Ryan didn't want to presume.

"Mmmm. I know." Luke turned his body around to warm in front of the flame. It came to his mind that last week he was warming himself in the same place, but warmed so much faster in fewer clothes. Conscious of his audience, he pushed his shorts to the ground and stood in front of the fire in just his boxer briefs.

Ryan stared. This seemed like a good sign.

Luke raised a finger and beckoned him over.

"You look cold. You should warm up over here." Ryan took off his shoes and socks and left them by the door. He pulled off his jacket and set it to the side then slunk to the fireplace in his long tights and running shirt. His clothing hugged and accentuated his body, making him look even more silky and streamlined. He stood next to Luke as they warmed themselves. The air was electric. Ryan glanced up as Luke glanced down to each other. A corner of Luke's mouth twitched. Again, he was laughing by himself.

Luke stepped in front of Ryan.

"I've been single for a couple hours already. Are you going to kiss me or not?" Luke made it seem like a serious question while entirely knowing the joke. Ryan looked up and threw his arms around Luke's neck, pulling them in.

The week apart could have been a moment or an eternity. The flame between them burst back into life. Their mouths parted, their tongues clashed, their bodies united again. Luke's hands pulled Ryan into him. He brought both hands onto Ryan's ass and squeezed. God it was a perfect form.

They could feel their raising penises between them. Ryan was still touched by the cold. His dick was only half erect. But Luke's was already full. Ryan reached down and ran his hand along it's outline in the tent of Luke's underwear.

"You're wearing more than last time," Ryan said wryly, breaking their kiss.

"Britney took her panties with her, unfortunately." Luke replied.

"Mmmm. Red was never your color. I think we can find you some new ones." Ryan had loved looking at Luke in the dainty lacy panties the week before. But seeing Luke in his own underwear was no less of a turn-on. He kept stroking and could see a small dot of precum oozing through.

He broke their embrace and brought both hands to the front of Luke's boxers. He pulled them down forcefully, letting Luke's member spring forward. Ryan pushed the underwear to the ground and helped Luke step out of them. Luke stood naked in the main living room in the bright of day. Ryan stayed on his knees in front of Luke, eyeing his target.

"I didn't get a chance to taste you last time," Ryan said, more to Luke's penis than to the man himself.

He traced a finger up the inside of Luke's thigh causing his balls and dick to twitch. His fingers were still slightly cold.

"Ooh. Oh." Luke jumped.

Ryan continued, undeterred. He licked the inside of the same thigh from the knee all the way to the base of Luke's scrotum. He hadn't had the chance the week before to get his lips on Luke's cock or balls. He wasn't missing his chance now. His lips and tongue worked from the base along the shaft, kissing and licking lightly. As he got to the tip, he licked around the head, feeling it dance on his tongue. He wrapped his arms around Luke's waist and held onto his ass cheeks as he engulfed Luke's pulsing dick. Expertly and ardently, he swirled his tongue around Luke's head as he took more and more of him into his mouth. Luke was about 7" long, but Ryan was able to get all of him into his mouth until his nose was buried in Luke's short pubes. He let it all go, pulling his head back before engulfing his cock again. Over and over, bobbing forward and backward.

He let Luke's cock fall from his lips before licking the tip. He milked some precum out with his lips, tasting the fruity sweetness before swallowing it down. He wanted it all. His mouth wrapped around Luke again and he kept a continuous pace, feeling Luke thrusting his hips lightly into his mouth in time. Ryan's hands pulled Luke's ass forward, driving more and more of him into Ryan's eager mouth.

Ryan loved sucking dick. The feel in his mouth and on his tongue was undeniably satisfying. He was savoring every moment with his lips wrapped around Luke. He could taste the musky sweat from their run mixed with Luke's natural aroma from his cock and balls. He kissed and swirled his tongue around each of his balls, sucking them into his mouth before returning to the long shaft of Luke's cock. He closed his lips tight, making sure to avoid biting his teeth onto Luke, to build the pressure.

Luke was in heaven. His body soared. He was worried his legs would give way. He could feel his orgasm emerging. He looked at Ryan, fervently sucking him up and down.

"I'm going to cum soon. Do you want me to...?" Luke didn't want to force it down Ryan's throat.

Ryan pulls his lips off Luke again and looked up.

"I either want your cum in me or on me. Got it?" There was no joke in Ryan's voice. Luke nodded his reply.

Ryan moved his lips back onto Luke's cock and renewed his efforts. It didn't take long to finish. Luke could feel the surge from his feet upward, feeling his glutes and abs spasm as his upper body contorted forward. His dick spasmed and erupted over and over into Ryan's willing and able mouth. Luke could feel himself shooting his semen five, six, seven times and wondered how Ryan could handle it all. But surprisingly, Ryan did handle it all, licking every drop clean from the tip of Luke's dick before swallowing in down.

It wasn't the flavor that Ryan loved so much. It was the pleasure from bringing another man so much pleasure that made swallowing his cum so erotic and satisfying. Swallowing Luke's load had been one of Ryan's fantasies since he started masturbating to gay and bisexual porn, imagining pleasing a man on his own. Finally getting the opportunity, he wasn't going to lose a drop.

As Luke's orgasm subsided, he felt his muscles relax. This had been a harder workout than the run. He pulled Ryan to his feet and passionately kissed him. Of course, the taste was different than before and Luke didn't mind. The thought of having the taste of his own cock, his own cum, on his lips was exciting to him. Luke brought a hand to Ryan's waist and could feel that he wasn't semi-erect any longer. His penis was pushing out from his tights.

Luke pushed Ryan's pants down just to his thighs, spat in his palm, and brought his hand back down to wrap around Ryan's shaft. He spread the modified lube along the length, adding more saliva as needed so that he could jerk Ryan off. Their mouths stayed connected as Luke moved his hand from base to tip. Ryan thrust slightly, fucking Luke's hand. Luke brought his other hand onto Ryan's bare ass, enjoying Ryan's toned but curvy ass.

"God, he has such a sexy body," Luke thought. Ryan held onto Luke's head and neck with both hands, enjoying the most intimate handjob he had ever received.

It wouldn't take long. After giving Luke head, Ryan was nearly ready to explode.

After just a few more rubs, Ryan pushed his face away from Luke's as his body surged forward.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, Luke. Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh my God." Luke could feel Ryan's dick swell and pulse as cum spewed out, shooting on his own thigh and abdomen as each pulse emitted another wave. Luke kept hold and kept jerking Ryan slowly, gathering some cum that dripped from the tip and using this as more lube to stroke along his shaft. He milked another small amount of jizz out and collected it on his fingers before bringing it to his own tongue. He gathered the rest that had landed on his own body and did the same. He closed his mouth and tried to get the taste of Ryan.

"Hmmm. You taste nice. I got more last week, I think, but I like the way you taste." Luke said thoughtfully to Ryan, as if he were giving his honest review of a glass of wine.

"Mmm, I like the way you taste too." Ryan kissed Luke and pulled his penis back to himself. He was always so sensitive after ejaculating; he really couldn't take being touched any more right now.

They parted their kiss. Ryan pulled his tights back up, wiggling and shimmying to get them over his solid ass and diminishing erection. Luke gathered his shorts and underwear.

"I think I'm gonna have a shower," Luke said. "I got a little wet from all our activity today."

"Yeah, you do that. You're all sticky," Ryan joked, slapping Luke's bare behind. Luke headed upstairs to his bedroom to get cleaned up while Ryan gathered his laundry and went to his room to do the same.

The two emerged a while later and chatted in the kitchen.

"Soooo..." Ryan led off, filling a glass of water from the tap and leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Soooo?" Luke joked back. He had his smirk back on. He was sitting at the table, sipping from a cup of coffee.

"So, what are we going to do about this?" Ryan asked prodding Luke in the ribs.

Luke he paused to take a sip of water as Ryan prepared himself to hear an engineer's thoughts, "Truth... or dare?"

The game was back on.

"Mmmm. Truth," Ryan answered, curious to see how this would play out.

"Will you spend the night with me tonight?" Luke asked in such a way that Ryan was momentarily in shock. There was an earnestness, a humility, a wanting that was so easily communicated in so few words.

A rush of thoughts and emotions flooded through Ryan's head that even his body showed his surprise. His knees felt weak and he nearly dropped his glass to the floor. His mind swooned, not just because Luke had asked a question that he had wanted to hear for so long. The way Luke asked made it crystal clear to Ryan: he was wanted.

He finally managed to regain his composure and looked up to Luke, still, as always, grinning wildly.