Page 70 of The Frathole


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“I have zero issues with whatever happens.” He rolls closer. “How about we take the pressure off? If you get uncomfortable, just let me know, and we can decide we’re not doing this or maybe choose another day to experiment?”

I’m kind of annoyed. “Don’t worry, you’llknowif I’m uncomfortable.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“Why are you so chill about this?”

He shrugs. “It’s only fucking. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a big deal to me—a guy who hasn’t been with a girl in about a year now and who has zero experience being with a guy.”

“And we’ve covered the fact that I’ve never been with a guy either, so we’re on the same page.”

He rests his hand on my leg, stroking with his thumb, which surprisingly has a calming effect. Reminds me of when my Xanax kicks in during really bad anxiety attacks. Like somehow he knew I needed that.

I take a breath.

“Hey,” he says. “I know I’m acting humble…”

“I don’t think you’ve ever done that. Like ever.”

“Okay, maybe I should have said I know I don’t brag as much as I could, but I’m very good with girls because I take my time. I probe and explore to make sure it feels good, and I intend to dothe same with you.”

As my dick shifts, Ryan’s gaze goes right to the crotch of my boxers, like he’s some kind of hunter who finally noticed his prey moving in the bushes.

“Well, that perked you right up.”

Of course it did.

“I don’t doubt you’ll be good at it, Ry. But it’s one thing to read about it on a subreddit and another to actually do it. Not knowing what to expect.” I take another measured breath. “Okay, let’s do it. I think I’m ready for you to fuck me now.”

His eyes widen like he’s startled by how direct I was. Although considering how direct he tends to be, it’s easy to get to the point. I move quickly toward him, knowing I’ll get relief once we’re kissing, the way I usually do.

As soon as his lips are pressed up against mine, I get a hit—that rush sweeping through me, like a messenger sent to let all my tense nerves know everything will be okay. As though all they had been waiting for was his kiss.

Ryan rolls on top of me, propping himself up with one hand while sliding the other under my shirt, his warm fingers trailing across my skin. “One thing…I know…” he says between kisses. “Is…we gotta get you outta these.”

He starts to remove my shirt, and as I try to help, I become a fumbling mess, somehow getting stuck with one side too high for me to keep pulling it up.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “That was supposed to be smoother and sexier.”

My arms are locked upright, and Ryan helps me navigate out of it before tossing it off the bed. At some point he threw off his towel, and his cock is erect, ready to go.

I gulp.

“Look how ready I am for you,” he jokes, moving in for anotherkiss.

I eagerly accept it before pulling away and gazing down at his length. Since we started messing around, I’ve been curious about something, but now I finally have the courage.

“You curious?” he asks, rolling onto his back. I study him—the tight muscles, the grooves and dips between them, showcasing the hard work he puts into his body. His thick cock shifts subtly right below the grooves in his abs. I get on my knees, crawling down to face it.

I take a moment, staring at it as it pulses before I grasp it in my hand, repositioning it to face me so I can see the slit. Sliding him between my lips, I allow it into my mouth. He has a subtle salty taste, but it’s nice, inviting. As I move up and down, I’m surprised by how soft it is against the sides of my mouth. It’s interesting that, though I’m a bundle of nerves about this, when I have his cock in my mouth, I don’t ask questions, just enjoy myself.

“Fuck, apparently, you don’t have issues with that either,” Ryan says, making my chest swell with pride.

A new taste fills my mouth; he must be leaking. Despite how good he tastes, I pull off because as much as I wanted to try that, there’s something else I’m eager to try more.

Ryan sits up, practically attacking my mouth again, and we’re all tongue and heat as he gets me on my back. Soon he’s kissing down my throat, down my body to my navel, taking a gentle bite out of my abs. When he reaches my trunks, he pulls the waistband down. In that expert way he has, he slides them down my legs and tosses them off. Now we’re both lying in my bed naked, that much closer to making good on our agreement.