Chapter 10: Ryan Makes His Decision
"Anything?" Ryan asked, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I mean, I don't even know what I'm asking for here."
Brad chuckled, low and warm, stepping closer and took Ryan 's hand. "That's the point, Ry. You don't have to know. You just ... ask."
Mark mirrored Brad's movement on the other side. "We're not going to push you into 'doing things'," he repeated, his voice steady. "But if you're curious, you can ask us, and maybe we can show you."
Mark's voice was low, rough, and full of promise. Ryan's breath hitched as Brad's fingers tightened around his wrist, the calloused skin sending a jolt of electricity up his arm. "I... I don't know what I'm asking for." His voice was barely a whisper, but the words hung in the air between them, thick with tension.
"Well, start with one question...anything, something easy. Anything you want to know." Brad's breath was warm against Ryan's ear.
"You want to know what it feels like to be touched by a man, don't you? Or maybe to have someone else take control?"
Ryan's cock twitched painfully in his jeans. The air in the kitchen was thick with the scent of sweat and sex. It was the lingering musk of Brad and Mark's earlier fucking clinging to the air. He could still see the dried cum on Brad's chest, the way his muscles flexed as he breathed. Mark's presence was just as overwhelming, the heat radiating off his body like a furnace.
"Yeah," Ryan admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I do."
"Then let's start there," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Let's start with you feeling what it's like to be touched by a man. By ...me."
Ryan's breath hitched as Brad's free hand slid up his arm, the calloused fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He could feel the heat radiating off Brad's body, the solid wall of muscle pressing against him. Mark stepped closer on Ryan's other side, his presence just as overwhelming, his scent—musky, masculine—filling Ryan's senses.
Mark's hand settled on Ryan's hip, his fingers digging in just enough to make Ryan's breath catch. "You're shaking," Mark murmured. "But... you're safe here, with us. Promise. No rough stuff, no forcing. If you want us to stop, just say 'stop'." Mark's voice was a low rumble, his breath hot against Ryan's ear. "But if you don't, we'll show you what it feels like to be touched by men who know what they're doing."
Ryan's cock was throbbing painfully against his zipper. He stepped away from both men. "How about this for a first? Can we just... strip down to underwear?"
Ryan asked, his voice cracking with nervous energy. He wiped his palms on his jeans, the denim rough against his sweaty skin. His heart hammered in his chest, a frantic drumbeat that echoed in his ears.
Brad smirked, his tattooed chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate breath. "You want us to take our clothes off too?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. The question hung in the air, heavy with implication.
Mark leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His biceps strained against the sleeves of his t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his sweat-dampened skin.
"Of course."
"Here in the kitchen? or Living room? or bedroom?" Brad asked.
"Bedroom. That's the right place," Ryan said. His voice was a hoarse whisper, and he could feel his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.
"Bed room it is," smirked Brad. "Mark?"
"Lets do it. For Ryan."
Ryan followed them down the hallway, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. The scent of sex and sweat still clung to the air, thick and intoxicating, making his head spin. His cock was still hard, pressing painfully against his zipper, and he could feel the dampness of pre-cum seeping through his boxers.
Brad led the way, his tattoos rippling under the dim hallway light.
Ryan couldn’t help but stare at the way his muscles shifted, the way his jeans clung to his ass. Mark walked to one side, behind him. They were close enough that their shoulders brushed. Ryan’s pulse hammered in his ears, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
The bedroom door was still slightly ajar, and Brad pushed it open wider, stepping inside first. The room was dark, the only light filtering in from the hallway, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The bed was still a mess, the sheets twisted and damp from their earlier fucking.
Brad turned to face Ryan, his eyes dark but kind.
"Clothes off, then. but leave on the undies?"
"Yeah," Ryan said.
It didn't take more than seconds. and the three of them stood there, underwear only. The only problem was the obvious--all three had raging hardons by now and the underwear did nothing to hide it.
Ryan's was the biggest, the most obvious. It was thick and heavy, the head bulging past the elastic waistband of his boxers. He was uncut, and the foreskin had pulled back, revealing the glistening tip. Pre-cum was already leaking from the slit, dripping down the shaft and soaking into the fabric.
Ryan's cock twitched as he looked at Brad and Mark, their own erections straining against their underwear. He couldn't help but stare, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The sight of their cocks, hard and ready, sent a jolt of electricity through him, making his own cock throb even harder.
"How about," Brad suggested quietly, "we ditch the underwear? It's not hiding much anyway. What do you two think?"
"I'm game," Mark said. "But then, I've already seen yours, Brad." He looked over at Ryan. "You game?" Brad asked Ryan, his voice low and rough.
The air in the bedroom felt thick, charged with something electric. His cock throbbed painfully, and the head was already peeking out from the waistband of his boxers.
"Yeah," Ryan finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm game."
Brad smiled, his tattooed fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Good," he said, his voice low and steady.
"Then let's get comfortable."
Brad hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down in one smooth motion, letting them drop to the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already glistening with pre-cum. Ryan's breath hitched as he took in the sight of it—long, thick, and veiny, with a flushed, mushroom-shaped head.
Mark followed suit, shimmying out of his own underwear before tossing them aside. His cock was just as impressive—longer than Brad's but slightly slimmer, with a prominent curve to it. The head was dark and swollen, the slit already weeping pre-cum. Ryan couldn’t help but stare, his own cock twitching in response.
"Your turn," Brad murmured, his voice low and rough. "
Ryan hesitated.
"Helping hand?" Brad offered.
"NO! I can... do this." And with one swift motion, his boxers were n the floor. He went to step out of them, lost his balance and fell. He landed on his back, his cock slapping his stomach. He was sprawled out on the floor, completely naked, his cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. He looked up at Brad and Mark, who were both standing over him, their cocks jutting out proudly.
Brad looked down at him, his tattooed chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate breath. "Well, that's one way to do it," he said, his voice low and teasing.
Mark chuckled, his own cock twitching as he looked down at Ryan. "You okay there, buddy?" he asked, his voice rough with amusement.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
Ryan’s face burned as he lay sprawled on the floor, his cock twitching in the air. The carpet was rough against his bare back, and the cold air of the bedroom made his skin prickle. He could feel his pulse hammering in his ears, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
"No," Ryan muttered, his voice hoarse. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his cock bobbing with the movement. He could feel their eyes on him—Brad’s dark and amused, Mark’s steady and assessing. The weight of their gazes made his skin heat even more.
Brad reached down, offering a hand.
Ryan hesitated, then took it, letting Brad pull him to his feet. The moment their fingers touched, a jolt of electricity shot up Ryan’s arm. He stumbled slightly, his bare feet slipping on the carpet, and Brad’s other hand shot out to steady him. The contact was brief but electric—Brad’s palm hot and rough against Ryan’s waist, his fingers digging just enough to make Ryan’s breath catch.
“Easy there,” Brad murmured, his voice low and rough. His thumb brushed against Ryan’s hipbone, just for a second, before he stepped back. The absence of his touch left Ryan feeling strangely empty.
Mark chuckled, shaking his head.
"You're a mess, Ryan," he said, but there was no judgment in his voice—just amusement. "But a cute one." He could still feel the ghost of Brad's hand on his waist, the way his fingers had lingered just a little too long. His cock was still painfully hard, the head glistening with pre-cum, and he couldn't bring himself to look away from Brad and Mark's naked bodies.
"How about... " all three of them were looking at each other 's cocks... "we maybe just lay down on the bed? Ryan in the middle?"
He was already moving toward the bed, his cock bouncing slightly with each step. "Or do you want to be on the end?"
Ryan hesitated, his pulse pounding in his ears. The bed was still rumpled, the sheets twisted from their earlier fucking. He could smell the musk of sweat and sex in the air, thick and intoxicating. His cock throbbed, the head already slick with pre-cum.
"Middle," Ryan said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
Brad smirked, climbing onto the bed first. He settled against the headboard, his tattooed arms crossed behind his head. The muscles in his chest and arms flexed with the movement, his cock resting heavy against his thigh.
Mark was there, next, taking the other side. He patted the space between the two men.
"Come on, Ry," he said, his voice low and rough. "Get comfortable."
He crawled up, past their hairy legs, past their cocks, now just a little relaxed, although still hard. As he rolled over his hand hand slid across Marks cock.
"Fuck! Sorry!"
Ryan jerked his hand back like he'd touched a live wire. His face burned hotter than ever, and he could feel the flush spreading down his neck and chest. His cock, already painfully hard, twitched against his stomach, the head glistening with pre-cum. He tried to scoot back, but the bed was too small, and he ended up pressing his back against the headboard, his knees drawn up slightly.
Mark chuckled, low and warm, his hand reaching out to gently grip Ryan's wrist. "Relax, Ry," he murmured, his voice rough but soothing. "It's okay.
It's okay," Mark said, his voice steady and reassuring as he kept a light grip on Ryan's wrist. "You don't have to apologize for touching me. That's kind of the point of all this, isn't it?"
Ryan swallowed hard, his throat tight. His pulse was still hammering in his ears, but the warmth of Mark's hand around his wrist was grounding. He could feel the rough calluses on Mark's fingers, the heat radiating off his skin. His cock was still painfully hard, the head glistening with pre-cum, and he could feel the dampness spreading across his stomach.
Brad shifted slightly on the bed, his tattooed arm brushing against Ryan's shoulder. "Remember what we started with? Being ok with touching a man and having a man touch you? This is part of that. And to get us started, may I touch your face?" He paused... "Or can we get honest in a hurry here. Ryan, will you touch my cock, or can I touch yours? Seems to me that that's the real elephant in the room?"
Brad's voice was low, rough, but gentle. "We're all hard as fuck, and we're all naked together. So... what do you want to do about it?" The air in the room felt thick, charged with something electric. He could feel the weight of their gazes on him—Brad's dark and intense, Mark's steady and reassuring. His own cock throbbed painfully, the head glistening with pre-cum, and he could feel the dampness spreading across his stomach. I don't know," Ryan admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel his face burning, the flush spreading down his neck and chest. But he wanted to. GOD! he wanted to.
"Ryan, give me your hand, and I'll put it on my cock. If you want to." Again, it was Brad taking the lead. He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against Ryan's wrist. The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity up Ryan's arm.
"I would like you to. Just let me guide you," Brad murmured, his voice low and rough. "Just... whatever you're comfortable with."
Ryan hesitated, what did he really want? That? Yes, hell yes!
"OK," Ryan said. His voice was barely a whisper.
"I want to."
Brad’s fingers tightened just slightly around Ryan’s wrist, the rough calluses of his palm scraping against Ryan’s skin. "Good," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "Just relax. Let me guide you."
Ryan’s breath hitched as Brad gently pulled his hand forward, guiding it toward his own cock. His pulse hammered in his ears, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He could feel the heat radiating off Brad’s body, the solid wall of muscle pressing against his side.
Mark shifted slightly on the bed, his own cock twitching with anticipation.
He watched Ryan's face carefully, reading the mix of nerves and desire that played across it. "You're doing great, Ry," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. "Just feel it. No rush."
Ryan swallowed hard as Brad guided his hand closer to his thick, veiny cock. The head was flushed dark red, already slick with pre-cum. He could feel the heat radiating from it, the pulse of Brad's heartbeat in the thick vein that ran along the underside.
"Just... touch it," Brad encouraged, his voice rough but gentle. "Hold it like you would your own. Be that gentle."
Brad slowed down, released Ryan's wrist. Ryan reached the rest of the way, and gingerly touched... another man's cock! It felt weird, like a hotdog only warm and... alive. WIthout thinking ,he slid the skin on it, up and down, just like on his own.
Brad grunted. "Feels good."
"Yes it does. Kinda weird though."
Ryan's voice was hushed, almost reverent. He kept his grip loose, fingers barely wrapped around the thick shaft. The weight of it surprised him—heavier than he expected, the skin hot and velvety under his fingertips.
Brad exhaled sharply through his nose, his abs tensing. "You're doing fine," he murmured, his voice rougher than before. "Just... keep going."
Ryan nodded, his throat tight. He gave an experimental stroke, his fingers barely moving. The skin slid easily, the cock pulsing slightly in his grip. Pre-cum welled at the tip, glistening in the dim light.
"Fuck," Brad breathed, his hips twitching involuntarily.
"Just like that."
Ryan's heart pounded as he tightened his grip slightly, his fingers now moving with more confidence. The way Brad's cock pulsed in his hand sent a jolt of electricity through him. He could feel the thick veins beneath the skin, the way it twitched with every breath Brad took.
Mark watched from the other side of the bed, his own cock throbbing as he took in the sight. "You're a natural," he murmured, his voice rough with approval. "Just keep doing what feels good."
Ryan swallowed hard, his own cock aching between his legs. He could feel the pre-cum leaking from his slit, the head glistening in the dim light.
"Hey Ryan, you want to try mine?" Mark asked.
Ryan looked over. Marks was bigger than Brad's and leaking like crazy. He shifted his weight and with the same hand he'd used on Brad, he stroked Mark's cock.
"Oh Fuck! that 's good!" Mark dropped his head back.
Ryan grinned. "You want to stroke mine?" he asked Mark.
Ryan's voice came out breathless, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. His cock throbbed painfully between his legs, the head slick with pre-cum, twitching with every breath. He watched as Mark’s fingers flexed against the sheets, his tattooed arm flexing as he shifted closer.
"Yeah," Mark said, his voice rough and low. "I’d love to."
Ryan’s breath hitched as Mark’s calloused hand wrapped around his shaft. The touch was firm but gentle, the rough pads of his fingers sending a jolt of electricity up Ryan’s spine. He gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily.
"Oh—fuck—" The sensation was electric, Mark’s grip steady and confident, his thumb brushing over the sensitive underside of Ryan’s cock with just the right pressure. Ryan’s fingers tightened instinctively around Mark's shaft, his rhythm faltering as pleasure shot through him.
Brad chuckled, low and rough. "You like that, huh?" His free hand slid up Ryan’s chest, fingers tracing the line of his collarbone before gripping his shoulder. "Relax, Ry. Just let it happen."
Ryan swallowed hard, his free hand gripping the sheets for balance.
"Want to try us both at the same time?" Brad rolled a little to offer his cock to Ryan's other hand.
Without comment, Ryan reached out with his right hand for Brad, his left hand for Mark. Mark continued to slowly jack Ryan. Ryan’s breath came in short, uneven gasps as he tried to focus on both cocks in his hands. The sensation of touching two men at once was overwhelming, his own cock throbbing painfully between his legs. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, making a mess on his stomach.
Brad’s voice was rough with amusement. “You’re doing great, Ry. Just keep going.”
Ryan tightened his grip on both shafts, his fingers sliding over the slick skin. The heat of their cocks radiated against his palms, the veins pulsing beneath his touch. He could feel the weight of them, the way they twitched in his hands, the way they responded to his touch.