Chapter 1: Introduction
The apartment was a dump, but it was ours. Marcus had found it on a whim, a three-bedroom place on the third floor of a rundown building on the wrong side of town. But it was perfect for us, especially for a college student with a sloppy cash flow. All the furniture was mismatched and rented from the Salvation Army. The walls were bare, save for a few thumbtacked posters of bands and sports teams.
It was still light enough to see. Marcus lounged on the couch. The sunlight that spilled in through the window reflected off his short, curly hair. It was hard not to check him out.
Marcus was never one to shy away from anything. His muscular build was obvious even under his baggy jeans and a faded band t-shirt. He was the type of guy who could make a room feel electric, and his confidence was infectious.
Ryan sat on the armchair opposite him. His clean-shaven head and lean build gave him a sharp contrast to Marcus. The way his shirt clung to his body, it was easy to notice the subtle flex of his muscles. His eyes, however, were focused on the TV. He was skirting around the idea of what Marcus had initially proposed. "What are you thinking about?" Marcus asked.
Ryan hesitated. “I don’t know, man. It just feels kinda weird.
I mean, it's not like I haven't thought about it before," Ryan admitted, his voice trailing off as he scratched the back of his neck. "I’m just not sure how to feel about it, you know?"
Marcus smirked, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and determination. "Come on, Ryan, don't be such a fucking pussy. It's not like we haven't done stuff before. Besides, it's not like the fucking moon is going to fall out the sky the first time we try deep throating each other.”
Marcus leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and his eyes locked onto Ryan's. "It's just the two of us, bud.
It’s not like anyone else is going to know. You know how much I hate it when you fucking hold back. Think about it, a fun little game we can play to make you better at it," Marcus pressed, his tone both playful and persuasive. "We’ll count down together, and when we get to zero, we dive right in."
Ryan took a deep breath, his fingers digging into the armrest. He looked away from Marcus's intense stare, trying to hide his nerves. "But what if it goes bad?" he muttered.
"How can it go bad, Ryan? I mean, it's not like I'm going to force my cock down your throat.
But we can both give it a go and see how far we can actually go down each other's throats before we fucking puke. After all it is all about practicing, right?" Marcus's voice was a blend of humor and sincerity, and he leaned back in the couch, giving Ryan a small smile.
Ryan bit his lip, his eyes darting back and forth before he finally nodded. "Alright, fine. Let's fucking do it."
Marcus's grin widened, and he reached into the coffee table drawer. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and the remote. "First, we drink." He raised the bottle and took a hefty swig before passing it to Ryan.
Ryan took it. He exhaled, then drank. The whiskey burned his throat. Marcus pressed play on the TV, and the familiar countdown from a pay-per-view boxing match filled the room. Marcus's eyes never left Ryan's face. He could see the hesitation in his friend's eyes, but he also saw the spark of excitement.
The countdown ticked down slowly, each number dragging out the anticipation. "10... 9... 8..." Marcus's voice was steady, almost hypnotic. Ryan's breath hitched, and he took another swig from the bottle, his eyes never leaving Marcus's. His hands shook slightly as he set the bottle down, and he wiped his palms on his jeans.
Marcus leaned forward, his voice low and intense. "You ready for this, bud? We’re going all the way."
Ryan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Fuck it. Let's do this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus's grin widened, and he counted down slowly, his eyes locked onto Ryan's. "7... 6... 5..."
Ryan's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the whiskey warming his belly, giving him a strange mix of courage and nerves. "4... 3..."
Marcus's voice was a low growl. "2... 1..."
On zero, Marcus moved quickly.
He stood up, his body towering over Ryan, and he gripped the hem of his shirt. Marcus yanked it off over his head, exposing his muscular torso. His abs flexed as he moved, each defined line begging to be touched. Ryan's eyes widened, and his mouth went dry as he took in the sight before him. He was hard, he could feel his cock throbbing in his pants.
Marcus walked over to Ryan and leaned down, his face inches from Ryan's. "You ready for this, bud?" Marcus's breath was hot on Ryan's skin, and his voice was a low, hungry growl. He yanked Ryan's shirt over his head, and tossed it aside.
He grabbed Ryan's chin, forcing him to look up at him. "You're going to suck my cock, Ryan. You're going to take it all the way down your throat. And you're going to love it." His eyes darkened with lust as he spoke those filthy words to Ryan. Who was clearly blown away. His voice was rough and demanding, leaving no room for argument. Marcus could see the swell in Ryan's jeans, and he grinned, knowing that he was getting in his head. Marcus could practically hear his brain frying, he could smell the arousal, the joyful sweat. He trailed his hand down Ryan's torso, tracing the line of his abs before cupping his bulge.
"You're fucking hard, Ryan. You want this as much as I do."
Ryan let out a shaky breath, his hips lifting slightly to meet Marcus's touch. "Fuck, Marcus," he whispered, his voice ragged with need. "What are you doing to me?"
Marcus smirked, his fingers expertly unbuttoning Ryan's jeans. “I’m giving you what you need, man. That’s why we’re here,” Marcus murmured, his voice dripping with filth. “Now, let's get these pants off, buddy."
Marcus knelt down, his hands gripping Ryan's jeans and slowly pulling them down, revealing the hard bulge in his boxers.
"Fuck, you're dripping Dan. Look at you," Marcus teased. He leaned down and whispered in Ryan’s ear.
"I’m going to suck your cock so hard and deep that you’re going to forget your own name." was all he said. Ryan's breath hitched as the boxers were pulled down, his cock springing free, thick and heavy, precum glistening on the tip. Marcus’s grip on Ryan’s jeans tightened as he yanked them down forcefully.
Marcus’s eyes were glued to Ryan’s cock. His legged were spread wide, and he swallowed hard, his mouth already watering. "Fuck, yeah," Marcus said, his voice thick with lust.
"Look at that cock, all hard and ready for me. You know you want this, don't you?" He ran his hand over Ryan's shaft, feeling the velvety skin and the heat radiating from it. Ryan let out a groan, his hips bucking slightly as Marcus's hand moved expertly over his cock.
Marcus grinned, his eyes never leaving Ryan's as he leaned down and sucked in just the head of Ryan's cock, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip, savoring the precum that leaked out.
"Fuck!" Ryan cried out, his hands gripping the armrest tightly.
"Marcus, fuck," he gasped, his hips lifting slightly, trying to push more of his cock into Marcus's mouth.
Marcus chuckled around Ryan's cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. He slowly took more of Ryan's cock into his mouth, his lips sliding down the thick shaft. He could feel the vein pulsing against his tongue, and he swirled it around, tasting every inch of Ryan's length. He pulled back slightly, looking up at Ryan with a wicked grin, before plunging down again, taking more of him in. He felt Ryan’s cock hit the back of his throat and he exhaled out his nose. He pulled back and did it again.
He could feel the thick cockhead bouncing at the back of his throat. He gritted his teeth as he fought the urge to gag. He heard Ryan’s moans. Ryan’s hands gripped Marcus’s hair as Marcus’s lips slid up and down Ryan’s cock. Marcus’s eyes watered, and he could feel his own dick straining against his jeans. Finally, he pulled back, gasping for air, saliva and precum dripping from his chin.
Marcus looked up at him, his eyes swimming with lust and his mouth gleaming with spit. "You fucking taste so good, Ryan," he growled, his voice rough and primal. He gripped Ryan's shaft firmly, his thumb rubbing the leaking tip.
"You want to see me swallow every inch of your massive cock?" Marcus asked, his voice a low growl. Ryan could only nod, his eyes wide with anticipation and lust. Marcus smirked, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "You want to feel my throat constrict around your cock? You want to feel my throat swallow every one of your huge inches?"
Marcus could see the effect his words had on Ryan. His cock twitched in Marcus's hand, and Ryan's breath hitched. Marcus knew he had him right where he wanted him. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Ryan's ear as he spoke. "You want me to suck you so deep that you forget where you are?
You want me to choke on your cock until I've flushed every inch of it?" Marcus peppered Ryan with filthy questions as a dirty grin tugged at his lips. He could feel Ryan's cock throbbing in his grip and knew he was on the edge of begging for more. Marcus knew that he needed to plan this out to be able to get through this.
Marcus leaned down and began to lick and suck on Ryan's balls before starting a journey up his shaft to the sensitive head of his cock. Ryan’s hips jerked and he let out a long low moan.
Marcus grinned and looked up as he softly kissed the tip of Ryan's cock and said, "Tell me, Ryan.
Tell me you want me to choke on that monster cock of yours." He moved his hands to Ryan’s thighs in a bid to grip them firmly.
Ryan's breath came in short, ragged gasps. His body trembled with anticipation, and his hands clenched the armrests, knuckles white. "Fuck, Marcus," he panted, his voice hoarse with lust. "I want you to suck me deep. I want you to take every inch of my cock down your throat. I want to feel you choke on it," he admitted, his eyes locked onto Marcus's. He was now begging, sweating and panting and his body was aflame with the lust that Marcus was igniting.
Marcus was more than delighted. He wrapped his hand around the base of Ryan’s rock-hard cock, his fingers not even touching around the thick girth and felt the throbbing, ready to explode tip. He licked his lips and rubbed his thumb over the wet tip. Ryan just let out a guttural moan. Marcus looked up through his eyelashes at Ryan, smirking as he licked and sucked on the head of his cock. Ryan’s eyes rolled back a bit as Marcus took more of his cock into his mouth. He could feel the thick head of Ryan’s cock hitting the back of his throat. This was what he loved.
Marcus could feel Ryan’s body responding to him. His fists clenched as he gripped Ryan’s thighs, his fingers sinking into the firm muscle. He felt Ryan’s cock throbbing in his mouth, and he could feel the heat of him. He wanted to push beyond what he normally did. Marcus took a deep breath through his nose as he relaxed his throat muscles and felt the thick head of Ryan’s cock slide into his throat. His nostrils flared and his jaw ached as he felt the head of Ryan's cock hit the back of his throat.
"Fuck, Marcus!" Ryan gasped, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to push more of his cock into Marcus's throat.
"Holy fuck, Marcus. You're taking it so deep." Marcus reveled in the sensation of Ryan's cock sliding deeper into his throat, the taste of him, the feel of him, the sound of his heavy breathing and desperate moans. He pushed himself forward, taking more of Ryan's cock until he could feel his nose brushing against Ryan's pubic bone. He could feel the heavy weight of Ryan's balls resting on his chin, and he let out a low, needy moan that vibrated around Ryan's cock.
Marcus pulled back slowly, his lips tight around Ryan's shaft, his tongue pressed firmly against the underside.
He could feel every vein, every ridge as he retreated, creating a wet, tight seal. The air was filled with the sounds of sucking and the wet noises of Marcus’s throat and Ryan’s cock taking each other. Ryan's breath hitched, and his hips lifted off the chair, chasing Marcus's mouth. The sweat was pouring down on his face. His hips were working feverishly, instinctually. His body ached as his own cock throbbed and dripped and begged to be released. "Fuck, Marcus," Ryan panted. "Your mouth is so fucking good."
Marcus looked up, his eyes watering but filled with lust, his lips swollen and slick with saliva.
He could feel Ryan's cock twitching and throbbing in his mouth, and he knew that he had him right on the edge. He felt Ryan’s cock throbbing against his lips and the thought that he wanted to make Ryan his own flesh and blood. The urge to fuck him was overwhelming. He pulled back with one final pop, Ryan's cock sliding out, glistening and slick. He released the base of Ryan’s cock and watched as the cock bobbed and twitched, precum drooling from the tip.
"That was so fucking hot, Ryan," Marcus whispered. His eyes were filled with filthy intent. His lips were swollen and red, his hair a mess from Ryan’s grip.