It was the end of the 2023 school year, and 21 year old Ryan Mitchell was over it. Everything about school this year sucked. His grades, his friends, everything. But, summer was just a few weeks away, then he’d be able to go home and reset.
Ryan was a tall, muscular jock, standing at around 6’2, constantly towering over the rest of the school. His matte black hair combined with his confident demeanor had the whole college campus constantly drooling over him; but no matter what, no matter who he came across, they were just out of reach.
He started dating his girlfriend Brittney around 2 years back, though he now uses the term 'girlfriend' lightly. She was pretty pushy to get in a relationship with him, but that was exactly what Ryan liked about her — she was brave enough to do what no one else would even think about doing.
For the past month or so, she began to grow stranger and increasingly controlling over what Ryan did. She had to know where he was, who he was with, what his schedule would be next fall. She basically wanted to know everything from when his alarm goes off in the morning to how many times his heart beat while he was awake. It was evident that she was hiding something, though he couldn’t wrap his finger around what it could’ve been.
The obvious answer is that she was cheating, but she would barely even let him kiss her. Ryan understood that she probably just wanted to wait or not risk anything, like a kid or an STD, but the most she’d do is give him a handjob — a shitty one if you could even call it that. Maybe she was even scared of it... after all, he's never met anyone able to take even half of it. But the more likely answer of why she’s been weird is because a few months ago, he had come out as bisexual to her. He thought that he could trust her with that, and to his knowledge, she’s kept it. But now everyone is a threat to her, constantly cumming all over the place for Ryan.
Every person, boy and girl, was out to replace Brittney in her eyes. And while yes, that may have been true, Ryan would’ve never even thought about cheating…no matter how horny he was. Sometimes, he’d think of how he was back in high school, hooking up with a different girl every week. He never had the confidence to do it with a guy -- but it sure was on his bucket list, and was always a fantasy of his.
Anyways, he was looking into change around a few of his classes in the upcoming fall semester, because Brittney wouldn’t stop enrolling in the same classes as him. So, he went to a meeting with his advisor in hopes of being able to at least avoid her a little bit. Any class helps.
Ryan walked into the meeting, visibly exhausted from the day already.
“Hey Dr. Hartley,” Ryan said with a forced smile.
She looked up, smiling. “Yes! Hi Ryan, come have a seat.”
Ryan sat down, hoping this wouldn’t take longer than it had to.
Dr. Harley continued. “You’ve finished this year so strong—only a little bit left to go. I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”
Ryan didn’t know where this was going, but he didn’t like it.
He looked at her oddly. “Yeah, well I was just wanting to change some classes-“
“Well, hold on there…”
“I feel like you’re about to ruin my day.” Ryan said, sternly.
“Well, that depends on how you look at it…” she said, ominously. “I took the liberty of signing you up to be a freshman orientation guide this fall.”
Ryan froze, and that familiar spark of anger went off. “Wait—what? Seriously? Why?”
Dr Hartley sat upright and placed her hands lightly on her desk. “Because, Ryan— you’ve outgrown college, which you’ve made very clear. But, I think maybe if you can help someone new to campus, you’d be able to get back a little of the joy you felt when you first got here,”
“I’m pretty sure that is the last thing that will help me. I want to leave college, not babysit fucking freshman,” Ryan said, growing increasingly more frustrated. “Did it ever cross your mind to- I don’t know- maybe ask me first?”
Dr. Hartley smiled. “Of course it did. But you would’ve said no, we both know that.”
Ryan knew she was right.
“Fine. I’ll do it. But — it’s going to be your fault when it crashes and burns.” He said, surprised with himself.
He wasn’t usually like this, especially around adults he cared about. But this, this was something that called for some very valid anger.
“I think you might be surprised with what you might find.” Hartley responded.
Ryan stood up, still annoyed but also, strangely curious.
He calmed down a little, remembering who he’s speaking to. “I doubt that, but okay. Thank you for believing in me? I don’t know…”
“Always, Ryan.”
—3 MONTHS LATER—
Summer flew by. It seemed like Ryan barely had any time to get done what he needed to, but what’s new. Every summer ends the same. But, not every school year starts the same, because here he was, meeting with the other senior guides before orientation starts.
He had to take some online training course a few weeks before moving back in, which he skipped through, thinking nothing of it. After all, it was Ryan Mitchell, the confident guy everyone loved. How hard would it be to get the new people to like him?
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he already knew who it was. It buzzed again. And again. Until finally, he took it out of his pocket to check it. Just as he suspected, it was Brittney.
why are you ignoring me? who are you with?
I already told you I’m just setting up for orientation
well why did you ignore all my messages last night? who were you with then?
Brittney I have to go.
He angrily shut his phone off and put it in his pocket. It kept buzzing repeatedly, but he tried his best to ignore it. Would he ever confront her? Would he ever break up? What might she do if they did break up? It were thoughts like these that always seemed to stop him from actually ending it. But regardless, he was here and present, and had a task to do.
As he made his way to the class where his assigned group was meeting, he watched the freshman say their final goodbyes to their families, reminding him of how he felt when he first got to campus.
Maybe Dr. Harley was right, he thought. Maybe babysitting freshman was going to be a good thing. He had his doubts, but thought that maybe- just maybe- he’d be able to readjust with them.
He opened the classroom door to that familiar smell of school. He didn’t miss it much. As he walked in and flicked on the lights, he plopped down in the professor’s chair in the front of the room and propped his feet up on a desk, pulling out the roster of his group.
Huh. That was weird. There were about 20 people in the group, only one of them seemed to have a guy name. Elliot Bennett. Great, he thought. But people are naming their kids anything these days, could damn well be a class of 19 guys and 1 girl not 19 girls and 1 guy. Just one more thing to add to the list of cons, which was that now, he wouldn’t be able to relate to most of his group.
As his doubts rolled in, so did the class. Just as predicted, it was girl after girl, just watching the seats filled up. As the call time grew nearer and nearer, he was doubtful that Elliot, the one guy, would show up, but there was nothing he could do about that. The one thing college has taught him is that it doesn’t matter what you do, but you can’t control what other people think about or do.
Some of the girls started up some very obviously flirty introductions with him, but he just decided to be friendly back, not flirty. Call time hit, and right on the minute, walked in Elliot.
He was clutching the straps of his backpack tightly, staring almost directly at the ground. Immediately, Ryan was intrigued by his quiet demeanor. Something inside of him switched- he felt butterflies, then a need to protect him. There was something so innocent about his visible nervousness.
The world stopped spinning for a moment and time went into slow motion as Ryan got a closer look at him. He was a skinny, cute guy, standing at around 5’8. There was just something about the way he had the best sense of fashion Ryan had ever seen or maybe it was the way the blonde highlights in his brown hair swooped so naturally over his head. It was so weird, he'd only think that he would like extroverts like Brittney. He thought it wasn’t possible- but Ryan found his type. His type of boy.
Elliot was extremely nervous, which he made very evident. He had just hugged his family goodbye, still feeling tears well up in his eyes from the overstimulation of the bustling campus on move-in day. He made his way down the row of desks, towards an empty desk in the back corner of the room.
He sat down, hoping no one got the wrong first impression. Ryan for one, did not get the wrong first impression- in fact he got quite the opposite. He got the impression that you feel every time you think of a long developed crush- or the rush of dopamine you got when you imagined your favorite fantasy; although this time it was different. This was all felt within the first 10 seconds he laid eyes on him.
As Ryan began the meeting, he introduced himself to the class, moving from person to person, having them introduce their name, major, hometown, and favorite ice cream flavor. As it drew closer to his turn, Elliots heart started racing faster and faster.
Finally, it was the girl next to Elliot’s turn. She introduced herself confidently, with some very obvious looks of interest towards Ryan. But it wasn’t her he was interested in, he wasn't even paying attention to her. It was the person sitting next to her.
Ryan interrupted her yapping about cheer, still not giving 2 shits or looking in her direction. “Alright cool! Who do we have next?”
Elliot jumped. “Uhh hi- um- I’m Eli…” He started, with the shakiest voice humanly possible. “My major is Chicago- I mean- uh- math,”
Ryan almost felt bad for him. He was so nervous he messed up his major and hometown. It seemed to be 'Eli' against the world right now.
Eli continued. “I’m from Chicago, and I like chocolate cream UH- fuck- no sorry... chocolate ice cream.” He said quickly, just trying to get it over with.
What the hell. Eli thought. Chocolate cream? God only knows what people thought he meant.
Immediately, the tip of Ryan’s cock responded. Already?, he thought. These were going to be some long days if he couldn’t separate his eyes and his dick.
“Cool!” Ryan added. “Let’s get into some smaller groups, we’ve got a super awesome ice breaker activity ahead of us.” He said in the most sarcastic way possible.
Obviously, Ryan injected himself in Eli’s group. He wanted to know anything and everything about him. The activity was some identity-based thing the diversity center was making them play, where you had to name some things about yourself and the communities you identify with.
Eli was slightly less nervous now that the group was smaller, but still, no peep was heard.
But, alas, his turn rolled around. To his and Ryan’s surprise, he made an extremely bold move. He shared that he identifies as LGBTQ+, to which the crowd response wasn’t ideal. Two girls snickered, whispering something into the other’s ear.
This infuriated Ryan. He decided to step in and try and make Eli as comfortable as possible.
“Hey, that’s cool. I’m an ally—anyone else wanna share something actually meaningful?” He said, shooting a nasty look to one of the girls.
The laughter stopped, as the most significant thing one of the girls shared was that she liked to pet her dog named Oreo.
Eli looked up at Ryan for the first time, very briefly, but gratefully. Holy shit. They made eye contact, and as Eli looked into Ryans eyes—even if it was just for a moment—he smiled. Ryan had to be one of the hottest guys Eli had ever seen.
-LATER THAT DAY-
The late night events were always more bustling than any icebreakers or get-to-know-you meetings. Yet, Ryan still didn’t want to be there- he’d rather be anywhere else but there. But, he had no choice, he was being forced to volunteer at a lemonade stand with barely anyone coming up to get any.
So, he used this time to think up some fantasies about Eli. He wanted to just cuddle him. Touch him. Kiss him. Maybe even fuck him. Do with him everything he feels like he’s missing out on. It was right then when he noticed Eli in the crowd, around a couple of close friends.
He seemed to be a completely different kid around his friends. So energetic and full of life. He looked confident and comfortable. Ryan wished more than anything for him to feel like that around him, but he was trapped; dug deep in a hole that he could never get out of.
Without realizing who was working there, Eli began to approach the stand. As soon as he looked up and saw his orientation guide right there in front of him, he froze and immediately started to blush. What was his name again? Bryan? Rylan? This is going to be the end of me, he thought.
No turning back now, they’ve already made eye contact. Eli had no knowledge of flirting or being a romantic, he’s never even kissed another guy- let alone a guy this attractive.
Ryan smiled at him. “Hey! Eli, right?”
“Yep, that’s me.” He responded, still with no clue what his name was.
He held out his knuckle for a fist bump “How was day 1?"
“It was kind of shit, I’m not even gonna lie.” Eli replied, awkwardly touching their knuckles together.
“Always is. But, looks like you’ve got some good friends already!” Ryan said, pointing behind him in the direction of Eli’s friends.
Just when he looked past Eli, it wasn’t the friends he noticed. It was Brittney. She shouldn’t have been there. The only person he knew that was a guide was one of his good buddies from football, Thomas.
Then, his heart dropped. There Thomas was, sitting next to her. But he wasn’t just sitting- he had his hand placed on her inner thigh, staring deep into her eyes listening to her talk. Where everyone saw cute romance, Ryan saw betrayal. He couldn’t believe it.
Eli noticed him start to stare off at the distance, completely losing interest in the conversation they were having. He stayed there for a moment, just to see if Ryan would start the conversation again, but ultimately decided to leave in defeat.
Ryan didn’t even notice he left, until he looked back at where Eli was standing and he was just gone.
Great. There goes every first impression. Now, he had to get through the rest of his shift with his own thoughts. Between seeing Thomas and Brittney, and losing every first chance he got with Eli, for the first time in his life, Ryan Mitchell didn’t know what to do.
Later that evening, he was in his bed, doom-scrolling through his TikTok. He got lost in the screen- lost until he came across a video of one of those cute gay couples who like to brag about their perfect relationship, reminding Ryan of how he felt around Eli. So, he went on a mission to find his instagram.
Eventually, he found it- though it wasn’t too easy due to the fact that his following consisted of a whopping 52 followers, as compared to Ryan’s ~4,000.
He looked through Eli’s pictures, happy with his family. His dogs. His home. His friends. Eli was a drummer, and every picture he had drumming was better than the last; he loved doing what he does, Ryan could tell. He could've cried right now. He didn’t even realize it, but his dick was hard as a rock.
So, what did he do? What any sane person would do, obviously. He slipped his hand over his dick and began to stroke himself, just thinking about how easily he could pin Eli against a tree and give him his first kiss. He thought about how his lips would feel over Ryan’s dick, or what his ass would feel like if he was on top of him, fucking him as hard as he could.
Jerking off to porn was one thing, but jerking off to the thought of someone he was in such a close proximity to just hours ago was a completely different feeling. It reminded him of all the fucking he used to do before Brittney. How much head he’d get on a weekly basis. How an actual handjob felt, not some shitty-half assed Brittneyjob.
Right on cue, he got yet another text from her.
that was fun, let’s do it again sometime ;)
Caught her.
He immediately stopped stroking himself as his sex drive turned into rage. Now, it wasn’t the things he’d do to Eli if he were here, it’s what he’d do to Brittney if she were there.
All these years, she was just using him for popularity? Just to date most famously hot star football player? Ryan Mitchell, #58: the campus celebrity.
In a way, he felt some sort of relief. He finally had proof to end it with her. He wasn’t going to respond, nor would he track her down. He just wanted to let her come to him, and for him to make her realize that she’s just accidentally proved who she really is.
Ryan woke up the next morning still feeling shitty from the events of yesterday. His phone buzzed, which jolted him awake. He hoped it wasn’t Brittney—but who else would it be?
Obviously, it was her.
r u ignoring me again?? answer rn pls. i want to talk about last night
Ryan rolled his eyes, tossing his phone on the mattress. Fuck her, he thought. What could she possibly say to make him feel better? His head was already filled with enough frustration.
He got ready quickly, throwing on some shorts, a comfortable button-up, and his favorite sunglasses to hide the bags under his eyes. He checked the orientation schedule again. Campus tour, lunch, outdoor activities. Great.
Ryan met his group outside their assigned building, with the hot morning sun already be uncomfortably warm. Eli was there, standing quietly to the side with his hood up, glued to his phone. Ryans chest tightened as he thought: Fuck, he looked even cuter today.
As they started the tour, Ryan deliberately walked slower, seeing Eli as he lagged behind. After around a minute, he fell back to walk beside him. “What’s so interesting on there?”
Eli jumped slightly, startled. “Oh- uh- I- just TikTok I think,” he replied, turning off his phone.
“I think”? What the hell was he doing? Eli couldn’t believe himself. It truly was just some dumb TikTok, but he turned off his phone so fast that Ryan probably thought it was some gay porn shit: exactly what the guys in high school would call him a fag for. Guys who looked like Ryan.
“Nice,” Ryan smiled softly, then nudged him gently with his shoulder. Eli’s eyes widened slightly, obviously not expecting to ever be able to physically touch Ryan. “I spent like an hour scrolling last night. Anything to get my mind off things.”
In reality, he spent an hour stalking Eli’s instagram, not waste time on TikTok. It was also just then when he realized he may have already overshared.
“I get it I think,” Eli said quietly, glancing up at Ryan.
What should he do? How was he going to finish the conversation? It was things like that that got into Eli’s head, causing him to freak out in social situations.
“Uh, um- everything okay?” Eli said, not confidently.
Ryan hesitated. “Yeah everything is fine. Just…relationship shit. You know how it is.”
Ryan knew damn well Eli didn’t know how it was- but he was trying to make him feel more comfortable.
Eli laughed softly, shaking his head. “Heh yeah, I wish. I don’t really know how it is, but I could imagine.”
Ryan grinned, bumping him again lightly. “You’re lucky.”
Eli smiled, letting out a small gasp of surprise. He still wasn’t expecting to even get Ryan to look in his direction, let alone start a conversation with him. This bump held contact for slightly longer... even the extra split second was noticeable. Goosebumps overtook his whole body and his cheeks turned slightly pink as he looked away.
At lunch, Ryan was surprised and relieved when Eli didn’t sit alone today; he sat across from Ryan, quietly eating as he intently listened to Ryan talking about his experiences on campus. Ryan couldn’t stop looking at Eli’s soft, cute eyes. Maybe it was the way he couldn’t hold eye contact for more than 2 seconds. Or maybe it was the way he occasionally bit his lip when he was lot in his own head. But, it was that awkwardness that made Ryan’s heart race a little faster every time they briefly locked eyes.
After lunch, the group headed outside for some more team-building activities. Great, thought Eli. Just another way to embarrass himself in front of all these new people. In front of Ryan. The hot, miserable heat wasn’t helping either.
Ryan noticed Eli struggling to participate, or even understand the rules of the games they were playing. It suddenly made him care a lot less about himself, and more about making sure Eli felt okay, and that he had someone to turn to if he ever felt unsafe. Ryan remembered his end goal, which wasn’t to just make him feel okay. It was to make him feel good. Ryan wanted Eli to make him feel good.
This was the perfect excuse. The perfect starting point.
“Here, like this,” Ryan said softly, gently placing his hands over Eli’s as he showed him how to grip the rope properly for tug-of-war. Eli blushed harder than he ever had before, feeling Ryans big, rough hands over his.
Ryan, reluctant to let go, stepped back as Eli tried again, succeeding.
“See? You’re already better than me.” Ryan Joked.
Eli laughed quietly, clearly embarrassed but appreciative of Ryan’s support.
Later that afternoon, Ryan managed to dodge all Brittney’s texts, finding refuge in the quiet campus library. Walking through the rows of books, he noticed a familiar figure sitting tucked away in the corner.
It was Eli, talking to his sister on the phone. His hoodie was down, and his fluffy hair was messy, but still seemed to be perfectly styled. The second he saw Ryan, his eyes lit up in surprise.
“Shit, he’s here,” Eli said quickly but quietly, “I got to go.”, smoothly hanging up the phone.
He hoped that Ryan didn’t hear that, but Ryan did.
“Stalking me now, Eli?” Ryan teased lightly.
“Shut up,” Eli laughed. “I guess I’m just hiding. I fucking hate it out there.”
Both Eli and Ryan were surprised- Eli's real voice just appeared; not some quiet, low tone voice. It was slightly higher than his show voice- almost feminine but not quite there. There was so much more energy coming through with that sentence.
Ryan paused. That voice. He nodded, acknowledging Eli's fear but not quite fully understanding it. Ryan had always had such an easy time talking to people. He was so outgoing, and didn’t care what anyone thought of him.
“Mind if I join you in your little hiding spot?” He asked, pulling up a chair to sit beside him.
“No yeah- I mean yes, it- I-“ Eli said, unsure of what to say without feeling needy.
“Okay, got it.” Ryan interrupted, with his soft, kind smile, and sat down with one arm smoothly planted on his knee.
Interrupting usually is seen as an annoying behavior. But this kind of interrupting was something that Eli loved. He loved when people could take control of the situation, and he could just go with the flow.
They talked for a while, and Eli completely forgot that he was talking to someone he had just met. He started yapping away about Minecraft, his dogs at home, and his marching band experiences in the drumline. Ryan didn’t understand any of it. None of it at all. But he listened. Listened to every word, acknowledging Eli. Eli didn't really ever get heard. Ryan was mesmerized by Eli’s lips describe what he was so passionate about, even if it was the nerdiest thing ever. He was just wondering how those lips would feel against his own.
That night, there was an outdoor movie screening on the lawn. Ryan was doing some forced “volunteer” work again, half-heartedly handing out popcorn. To Ryan’s surprise, Eli showed up, smiling brightly at him as he sat down under a tree in the distance.
But that rush he got when he saw Eli, the happiness he felt, didn’t last long. Brittney was marching toward him, visibly annoyed.
“We need to talk.” She snapped.
Ryan hated being told what to do. But he reluctantly stepped away, immediately accusing him already. “You were flirting with that fucking freshman again. I saw it. What’s his name? Eli?”
Ryan couldn’t stand to see her say his name. He didn’t deserve to have his name said out of her mouth.
“I wasn’t fucking flirting, Brittney. And why do you care so much? I saw Thomas last night, and his hand wasn’t exactly too innocent on your thigh.”
Brittney scoffed dramatically. “You’re being ridiculous. Thomas is your friend.” She said angrily, but with a quieter tone now.
“Was,” Ryan corrected. “Now he’s yours. Go enjoy that.”
The urge to call her a slut. Ryan thought, but held back.
Brittney angrily stared angrily before storming off. Ryan exhaled deeply, with the tension releasing as he glanced toward Eli, still sitting quietly by the tree with not a care in the world, and not a soul nearby.
Without thinking, he walked over and sat quietly next to him. They said nothing, but just watched the movie as their shoulders slightly touched. Ryan could feel a type of comfort he’d never felt before in Eli’s presence. It was so calming. So gentle. So quiet.
Ryan just wanted to listen again. Listen to Eli's happy voice talk about every little detail of his life.
The movie finally ended, and Ryan finally offered what he’d been wanting so badly for the past few days. “Want me to walk you back to the dorm?”
This was how Ryan’s fantasy with Eli started. He’d do anything to make it come true.
Eli nodded shyly. They walked in comfortable silence, with the soft glow of the streetlights lining the sidewalk. Once they finally reached Eli’s dorm, they paused sort of awkwardly.
“Uh thank you for like- everything,” Eli said, avoiding eye contact. “I think you somehow made it feel more bearable today.”
Ryan’s heart raced. He had to do something. His dick was about to respond fast, and Eli would notice if he didn’t distract him soon.
Without thinking, yet again, he reached out gently, brushing Eli’s golden brown hair highlights from his forehead. Eli froze, meeting Ryan’s eyes in surprise.
“You know, you’re so much more than what you give yourself credit for.” Ryan whispered, with his heart pounding so loudly he was sure Eli could hear it. “I like being around you. That’s not something I can say to everyone.”
Eli could’ve cried hearing that. “Really? I mean- thanks. No one’s really ever been this nice to me,” He said, unsure of how to continue.
There was no need to continue, though. Ryan stepped closer, softly cupping Eli’s cheek. His breath quickened, and his eyes widened. He was sure his heart was going to launch out of his chest.
“Can I…?” Ryan’s voice was barely audible.
“Mhhmm,” Eli said, even quieter but nodding in confirmation.
Ryan gently tilted Eli’s chin up, leaning in slowly until their lips touched. Eli moaned lightly and quietly against Ryans mouth, returning the kiss as the world around them seemed to stop.
Ryan’s mind was at peace. This was the first time he could feel everything being perfectly right.
Not wanting it to end, Ryan wrapped his other arm around the back of Eli, pulling him tightly against his body. Eli gasped as he was pulled in, and got the chills feeling Ryan’s light mustache and facial hair touch his own, bare face.
With one, last long inhale and exhale, Ryan finally broke the kiss, still tilting Eli’s chin up to him. Ryan could’ve said, “I love you,” right then and there, but it took everything out of him not to.
Somehow, in some way, this was the hottest, most amazing kiss Ryan could’ve ever dreamed of, and it was with a freshman with absolutely no experience. The only thing going through Eli’s mind was warmth. The butterflies flying in his stomach flew at the speed of sound as he just looked up at Ryan while feeling his strong, manly body pulling Eli tightly against him.
They finally pulled apart, and Eli was still amazed by how that made him feel. “Wow…” he whispered softly, trying not to moan it.
Ryan smiled gently, lifting Eli’s chin to look into his eyes again. “Yeah… wow.”
They just stood there for a moment, with Eli resting his head against Ryan’s chest, almost melting into his body. Ryan held him protectively, gently rubbing the back of Eli’s hair.
“Hey, Eli?” Ryan whispered gently, kissing the top of his head. “Would you maybe wanna… wanna come back to my place? No pressure, just—I don’t think I wanna say bye yet.”
Eli lifted his head slowly, with a new kind of confidence he’d never felt before. “Yeah. I was kinda hoping you’d ask that.”
Ryan smiled, gently squeezing Eli’s hand as they turned to walk together back to his apartment, both of them finally getting what they’ve wanted.
They both knew what was going to happen once they got back to Ryan’s apartment. They were both extremely excited- especially Ryan- as he’s always dreamed of messing around with guys. Guys exactly like Eli.
But for Eli, it was a different kind of excitement. They knew there roles/positions. That wasn’t even a question, nor was it the issue. But Eli had never done anything before. He’d never even kissed a guy until 5 minutes ago. He didn’t know what to expect, but he knew what he wanted.
Once they got to the apartment, Ryan led Eli to his room. It was quite nice for a college apartment room, with enough space for a queen bed, desk, and even a giant bean bag.
Eli didn’t know what to say, so he said “Epic bean bag,”
What the hell? Eli thought. I’ve already made this weird.
Ryan loved that damn boy. He couldn’t say it yet, but he loved him. The way he was so nerdy, the way he was the exact opposite of everything Ryan ever has been his whole life. Hearing Eli say just another one of those lines made him have to fight every urge to just pin him against a wall and fuck him.
“Sit on it, it’s life changing,” Ryan said confidently. “I promise your life is about to change once you just let yourself sink into it.”
But it wasn’t the beanbag that was going to change Eli’s life, it was Ryan who was going to. He let Eli sit on it, watching his little skinny body as he slowly got engulfed by it.
That was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. Ryan physically could not hold back the urge to jump right on top of Eli in that moment.
So, as he did, it obviously took Eli by surprise when he felt Ryan’s tall, muscular body fall directly on top of him. In what felt like an instant, Ryan so naturally intertwined their fingers together and lifted them above Eli’s head, going in for the first kiss.
As Ryan touched Eli’s lips, Eli excitedly reciprocated, letting out a small puff of air in the process. The way his arms were restrained made both them immediately hard. Somehow, this kiss managed to feel even better than the first one.
As Ryan got harder and harder, Eli felt more and more of the massive cock that Ryan had.
Eli’s inexperience caused his head to start deviating from the natural flow of the kiss, so Ryan let go of his hands, and bringing his own hands down to hold Eli’s head in place.
As the kiss went on, Ryan’s tongue was exploring every region of Eli’s mouth, and once he finished that, he moved away from the lips. He started to kiss down Eli’s neck, keeping his head in position.
Eli knew he was going to get his first hickey. He didn’t care. He wanted hickeys all over his body if it meant Ryan would be on him longer. With his now free hands, Eli brought them down and grasped the bulge through Ryan’s shorts, smiling and letting out a moan from Ryan hitting a sweet spot on his neck.
With that silent confirmation, Ryan pulled away, yanking his shirt off and throwing it across the room and then unzipping the fly of his pants, immediately going right back in for more.
Eli could barely take it. Was this a dream? It has to be. It’s too good to be true. The feeling of Ryan’s shirtless, warm body covering him, or the faint scent of his axe deodorant hitting his nose every so often. It all drove him crazy.
As for Ryan, he had never felt more in control in his life. Maybe it was the way he surrounded Eli’s head with his biceps, giving him no escape. Or maybe it was the cute little moans he was doing every time Ryan would stick his tongue back in his mouth. Or maybe it was just everything. For the first time in forever, he’s finally the dominant one. He was himself.
All of the kissing, feeling Eli’s mouth, and grasping his head made Ryan want to feel it with his dick. Could it have been too soon to have Eli give him a blowjob? Maybe. Was it going to happen? Absolutely.
So, Ryan bear-hugged Eli, completely flipping the both of them around which placed Eli on top with Ryan now laying on his back holding him tightly to his chest. With a few more kisses, he placed his hand behind Eli’s head, and started to drag his face down his body.
Eli kept slowly kissing as Ryan dragged him against his skin, making sure not to miss a single spot. Through his light chest hair, over his nipple, down his happy trail, finally landing at Ryan’s unzipped khaki shorts.
Even though it was being covered by Ryan’s tight black Under Armor underwear, he could still smell it. Man. He thought. It just smelled like men. It wasn’t something he could describe; he’s read about it in countless gay porn stories, and tried to imagine what it smelled like, but never could. But one thing is for sure- he didn’t think it’d smell this good.
Unsure what to do from here, Eli looked up. He couldn’t see Ryan’s face until Ryan realized he stopped kissing, so he looked down to see what was going on.
“I don’t really know-“ Eli hesitantly said.
Ryan smiled. “No, I know. It’s ok, I’ll take care of you,” He said calmingly.
Eli sort of knew what to do; or at least he had an idea. So, he easily slid the unzipped shorts down to reveal Ryan’s full bulge. It was already massive, had to be even bigger than Eli’s whole hand. In fact it was, as he lightly grasped it with his palm.
Grabbing the band of Ryan’s underwear, Eli slightly tugged it to reveal his stomach hair thicken as it turned into pubes. He didn’t know how to describe how he felt in that moment. It had the nerves he’d get before giving a presentation, but the excitement of opening presents on Christmas morning. But he was too horny to care right now.
Ryan looked down again and smiled, looking at those lips, and seeing Eli’s face as he revealed Ryan’s full, cut 8.5 inch dick, surrounded in a deep forest of black hair. He’ll never forget the satisfaction he got from seeing Eli coming face to face with his dick for the first time.
He could tell Eli was overwhelmed and didn’t know what to do, so he gently guided his head to his balls not wanting to push anything yet. Not yet. Ryan thought, as he had the image of Eli with Ryan’s dick fully in his mouth run briefly through head. Not. Yet.
“Just do what feels natural,” Ryan suggested softly. “Don’t force anything.”
Eli nodded, going in to kiss his balls. Surprisingly, Eli found his rhythm with his mouth quite fast, adding in his hands soon after. Be began to slowly stroke up and down Ryan’s dick, letting the precum slip between his hands and slide his hand up and down with ease.
Ryan was in heaven, and this was just the beginning. Eli’s hands felt so soft. This had been better than any handjob he ever got from any of his girlfriends. Better than any jerk off session he’s ever had. Now this was a handjob. Not some shitty ass whatever the fuck Brittney thought it was. Feeling Eli’s tongue and lips around his balls was just the cherry on top.
Eli looked up to see Ryan with his arms behind his head and eyes lightly closed, slightly biting his lip. This gave him the confidence to begin licking up the shaft of Ryan’s dick, and put the tip in his mouth.
He couldn’t figure out the taste. Not what he thought it’d taste like. It was better. He’d keep his mouth on the tip all day if it meant he could taste this all the time. But Ryan needed more.
Ryan reached down to lightly grab a clump of Eli’s perfect, fluffy hair. He pulled his head a few inches down, feeling as Eli’s lips slowly slid down the length.
Eli was surprised, and wasn’t ready for the girth, but he got used to it with surprisingly no gags. But there was still a long way to go. He didn’t really know what to do from here, so he began to lift his head.
Ryan quickly placed both hands behind Eli’s head, blocking it from lifting any further.
“Woah, woah, woah! Where do you think you’re going.” Ryan said.
Eli looked up with his eyes.
Ryan admired his eyes for a moment, very slightly watered with his dick still in his mouth.
“You wanna make me feel good?”
Eli nodded quickly.
“Good.”
Ryan pushed his head down until he was around 4 or 5 inches down, then Eli gagged. This didn’t bother Ryan though, he just closed his eyes and kept pushing, enjoying the hot, wet mouth slowly engulf his dick and the noises of Eli’s gags.
Eli gagged and gagged, but pushed through. Though he didn’t enjoy the idea of non-stop gagging, he thought back to when Ryan said ‘You want to make me feel good?’, and kept taking it.
Just when he’d thought there couldn’t be anymore, there was. It touched the back of his throat but kept going. His gags got more intense, almost turning into some sort of a coughing noise. Ryan felt as air pushed out around his dick as Eli tried his best to keep letting it in.
“Almost there,” He said, pushing down and staring at the ceiling with almost watering eyes.
But he was taking his time. He just couldn’t get over the feeling of it all. Finally, Eli’s nose hit his pubes.
“Thereeeee you goooo,” Ryan whispered. “You got it all the way down.”
Despite the relief Eli felt, it didn’t get rid of the fact that he couldn’t breathe. Ryan held his head all the way down for a bit, letting Eli’s throat adjust for a few seconds before letting go.
Eli stumbled backwards, processing. Gasping. Coughing. Did I really just get all of that down? He thought, looking back at the cock dripping in his own spit.
It was unpleasant for Eli, sure. But there was something he really enjoyed about it, he just couldn’t quite figure it out… he was just drawn right back in. But Ryan knew what it was. He knew that Eli would do anything to make his top feel good, no matter the cost.
So, making eye contact with Eli and having a smile on his face, Ryan slowly stroked his cock while he eagerly waited for Eli to crawl back over.
Eli did, and got back to work. He slid his mouth up and down Ryan’s dick, getting gradually faster. Ryan didn’t even have to do anything. He just spread his arms around the beanbag and watched Eli as he bobbed up and down.
Fuck, he looked cute with it in his mouth, and combined with the gulps- Ryan could’ve cum right there. But he wanted to hear him choke.
So once again, grabbing the back of Eli’s head with one hand and plugging his nose with the other, Ryan forced down his head. It slid down so fast and easy, and Ryan could just feel as it passed the back of his throat, making him involuntarily jump and whimper in pleasure as Eli’s nose hit his stomach.
Eli wasn’t ready for that, and just as Ryan wanted, he gagged. Hard. But Ryan wasn’t letting him off this time. In fact, he wasn’t even going to let him near off. It was in Eli’s throat, and it was going to stay there.
Ryan had never felt anything better. All these years, no sex, no head, and only an annual shit handjob, he finally got what he’s wanted for all this time. The fact that his dick was in a boy’s throat made him bite his lip hard while he looked down at Eli’s watering eyes.
“God fucking damn, Eli,” Ryan said with satisfaction. “Look at you go,”
Eli looked up with his eyes, being bobbed with one of Ryan’s hands, just barely, up and down with a cock all the way down his throat. This is exactly how Ryan envisioned his perfect blowjob.
But all good things must come to an end. Ryan knew Eli was losing air down there, so with a few more full bobs, he released his head.
“How was that?” Ryan asked, in an almost cocky tone.
It took Eli a second. “A-a-amazing” he said, still coughing.
And with that, Ryan effortlessly grabbed Eli and threw him on his bed.
“Alright, I’m gonna try something,” Ryan said, placing Eli’s head over the edge of the bed, standing with it between his legs. “If you want me to stop, just shake your head. I’ll stop immediately, no matter what. Okay?”
Eli was slightly confused. “Okay, but wha-“
Ryan immediately interrupted him, plugging Eli’s nose again and shoving his cock down his throat. It caught Eli by surprise, so he choked, but Ryan didn’t care. He loved that noise. The way it just slid down the warm throat so easily felt so good and it finally felt like nothing else in the world mattered. His balls hit Eli’s face, and Eli tried pulling back, but Ryan stopped it by supporting his head.
It didn’t take too long for Ryan to start pumping in and out. Soon enough, Eli was able to close his lips around it after figuring out that Ryan loved it when he did that. Spit started flooding out of Eli’s mouth splashing up around Ryan’s giant wet cock. At this rate, Ryan could cum any second.
To prevent it, he pulled out, giving both of them a momentary break. Ryan rested his dick on Eli’s nose, while Eli tried using this time to catch his breath. He smiled up at Ryan while Ryan admired his spit-covered face. Then, not even 10 seconds later, Ryan stuck it back in, pumping deep and slow.
“Gooood fucking boyyy,” Ryan said to Eli, with one long exhale of satisfaction.
He placed his hands on Eli’s neck, feeling his cock slowly enter and exit the depths of his throat. Now, Ryan thought it was finally time to give Eli what he’s been working so hard for. Or maybe, Ryan just couldn’t take it anymore- he needed to be drained. It has been five years since something even remotely this good happened after all.
So, Ryan sped up. Eli couldn’t stop gagging. Choking. Gasping. He honestly debated shaking his head but knew that Ryan was so close, so he kept strong.
Ryan was so close. “Oh my fucking god- I’m gonna- holy shit,” Ryan said, barely being able to formulate words. “I’m gonna cum!”
And that he did. It was load after load, with one big pump each time. Feeling his balls empty out like that in Eli’s throat while seeing it spill out was the hottest thing Ryan had ever seen.
Eli had his eyes tightly shut, grabbing every little breath he could, and swallowing every chance he got.
Ryan looked at the ceiling and closed his eyes, smiling. “C’monn, Eli. Just keep swallowing. I’m almost done,” Ryan assured him.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ryan pulled out. The aftermath was probably the messiest, hottest, cutest thing Ryan had seen in his life. Hotter than any porn video, celebrity, the whole 9 yards. Eli, sitting there with a face full of cum and spit, still trying to get everything all down couldn’t have made Ryan happier.
Then there was Eli. Wondering what the fuck just happened to him. He couldn’t see, his eyes were shut, he was avoiding trying to get cum and spit in them. He could barely breath, he must’ve swallowed a gallon of cum. Was he upside down? Right side up? What time was it? How long was that? All questions he asked, but didn’t care of the answer. He loved it. He still couldn’t explain why. That should’ve been seen as torture, but it felt just right.
Ryan propped Eli’s head up on the pillow, giving him some sense of orientation. “Oh my god Eli, that was fucking amazing. You good?” Ryan asked.
Eli swiped his eyes, opening them for the first time in what felt like years. “uh- um- yes. Yes! Are you?”
Ryan got up. “Hold on, stay there, I’ll be back in like 2 seconds.” He said, moving as fast as he could to the bathroom and back.
He handed Eli a fresh clean towel, and Eli wiped his whole face down.
Ryan laughed as he plopped down in the beanbag, raising hands behind his head. “More than good. That was fucking insane for your first time. You sure you’ve never done that before?”
“No yeah, that was the first I guess,” Eli said, quietly and stunned.
They both stayed there for a second, processing what just happened in two very different ways.
Then, Ryan got up and grabbed Eli’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up. You deserve the world.”
Eli blushed while Ryan led him to the bathroom, watching him turn on the shower and open the curtain. He still had his shorts on, honestly not sure of when or where his shirt came off. But he didn’t care. He had never felt more comfortable or this close to another person in his life. He couldn’t resist it, and just hugged Ryan, never wanting to let go.
Ryan gladly reciprocated, pulling his head in close to his chest.
He chuckled, “Alright, alright. You gotta clean off.” Ryan said as he gently unwrapped Eli’s hands from around his waist with a gentle kiss on the forehead.
Eli looked up at Ryan with those eyes. ‘Those damn eyes.’ thought Ryan. Eli didn’t say anything but tugged on his man’s arm and they both stepped into the shower together. Ryan began to clean off Eli under the hot, steaming water. Eli had always thought about doing this one day, but thought it would’ve been too awkward. But for some reason- nothing about this was awkward. He didn’t care that he was naked in front of another guy right now. He should’ve, but he didn’t.
While “payback” wasn’t even near crossing Eli’s mind at that moment… it was the only thing Ryan could think about. Ryan just wondered what he could do to make Eli feel as good as Eli made him feel. But, with quick thinking and no plan, he tilted his head up and kissed him again.
They kissed and kissed until Ryan finally thought of something.
I'm about to mess him up.
TO BE CONTINUED…
