My Brother's Friend, Ryan - Part 2: My Mouth Gets Used During a Sleepover

Everyone is 18.

I changed my jizzy clothes and went back to Zelda, assuming that was just a random occurrence, never to be repeated. But then later that night, even though I had a friend sleeping over, I awoke to Ryan hovering over my bed, his big cock out, and his eyes hungry. 

The darkness of the room was only broken by the faint glow of the moon seeping through the cracks in the blinds. My mind was still half-asleep, but the weight of a presence hovering over me pulled me into a hazy awareness. Before I could fully register what was happening, I felt the unmistakable heat of skin brushing against my cheek, the unmistakable smell of a cock near my face, and the recently familiar hardness of a horny man pressing against my lips. My eyes fluttered open, and there he was—Ryan, standing above my bed, his silhouette of his strong shoulders and hairless chest sharp and imposing, his hand gripping himself as he nudged my lips apart.

I froze for a moment, my breath catching in my throat. The memory of earlier that day flashed through my mind—his cock in my mouth, the way he had used me, the way I had let him. I hadn’t expected him to come back, especially not with my friend, Zack sleeping just a few feet away. But there he was, his breath shallow, his eyes locked on mine, daring me to say something, to resist. I didn’t.

My lips parted slightly, and he wasted no time, sliding the thick head of his cock into my mouth. The warmth of him was immediate, the taste of his precum faintly salty on my tongue, the pleasantness of it making me swallow. I should have stopped him, pushed him away, but the memory of how it had felt earlier—the way my own body had reacted, the way I had cum twice during the event—flooded back, and I found myself opening wider, letting him in further, trying to pull him into the depths of my throat.

His hand moved to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he started to push forward, his cock stretching my lips, filling my mouth. I could feel the pulse of him against my tongue, the way his thighs tensed as he thrust deeper, the way his breath hitched as he bottomed out. I tried to relax my throat, to take him in, but he was too big, too thick, and I gagged, my eyes watering as he pulled back slightly before thrusting in again, harder this time.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, almost a whisper. “Take it, good boy.”

The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my own cock twitch in response. My hands moved instinctively, one gripping the sheets, the other reaching down to palm myself through my boxers. I was already hard, the aching need in my gut growing with every thrust of Ryan’s cock into my mouth. I could feel the way he was holding back, the way his hips jerked slightly as he tried to keep quiet, not wanting to wake the other guy on the floor of my room. But it was impossible to be completely silent, the wet sounds of my mouth on his cock, the muffled moans escaping my lips as he fucked my face, the creak of the mattress as he shifted his weight.

Suddenly, his free hand moved down, his fingers sliding under the waistband of my boxers, and I tensed, my eyes snapping open. His fingers were warm, rough, and they didn’t stop at my cock, instead moving lower, pressing against my hole. I gasped around his cock, my body instinctively trying to pull away, but he held me in place, his fingers pressing harder, teasing my entrance. He moved my body so that I lay on my belly, giving him greater access to my hole, my back arched so that my mouth still held his thick manhood inside. I tensed up from the change of pace.

“Relax,” he whispered sternly, his voice a command, and somehow, I did. My body went limp, and his finger slid inside, the stretch burning slightly, but in a way that only made the heat in my gut intensify. I could tell he had licked his finger before sticking it inside me. He worked his digit in deeper, his cock still thrusting into my mouth, and I could feel the way my body was responding, the way I was clenching around him, the way my cock was leaking precum into my boxers.

He added a second finger, and I moaned, the sound muffled by his cock, my hips bucking slightly as he curled his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made my vision blur. He used his grip on my hole to pull my entire body onto his cock, like I was just a bowling ball, easily manipulated by his strength. I could feel the tension building in my gut, the need to cum overwhelming, and my body sliding my cock against the bed beneath me in time with Ryan’s thrusts into my mouth made my cock reach new levels of pleasure.

“Come on,” he growled, his fingers pressing harder, his cock thrusting deeper, and I felt it, the wave of pleasure crashing over me, my cock pulsing as I came, ropes of cum spilling onto the bed below me, sliding against my stomach and dick. My body convulsed, my mouth tightening around Ryan’s cock as I came, and he groaned, his hips jerking forward as he started to cum, his release flooding my mouth, the taste of him overwhelming me as he pulled out, squirting the rest onto my face, my chin, my neck. He bent over to my ear, and his whispering voice gave me greater chills. “You’re a good boy.”

He stepped back, his breath heavy, his cock still hard, and I just lay there, my body limp, my mind hazy, the taste of him still on my tongue. I didn’t know what to say, what to do, and before I could even think, he was gone, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway, leaving me alone, covered in his cum, the weight of what had just happened settling over me.

But I wasn’t alone for long. I heard movement, the rustling of sheets, and I turned my head, my heart skipping a beat as I saw my friend, Zack, sitting up in his sleeping bag, his eyes locked on me, on the mess on my face, on my cock in my hand. I froze, waiting for him to say something, to yell, to run, but he didn’t. He just got up, moving silently across the room, his eyes never leaving mine as he knelt beside the bed, his hand reaching out, his fingers brushing against my lips.

I didn’t resist as he pushed his thumb into my mouth, the taste of him mixing with the taste of Ryan, and I didn’t resist as he pulled his cock out, the thick length of his hardness surprising me, based on the smallness of his frame. He quickly slid between my lips. I closed my eyes, letting him take what he wanted, letting him use me, the weight of his cock heavy on my tongue as he thrust forward, his hand gripping the back of my head as he started to furiously fuck my face. I gagged, and he ignored it. I retched, and he pushed more deeply. He saw Ryan use me and decided he was going to do the same.

He was rougher than Ryan, his thrusts harder, deeper, and I gagged repeatedly, my eyes watering as he bottomed out, his balls quite literally slapping against my chin, his cock pressing stretching my throat and venturing toward my stomach. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, and I could feel the way his thighs tensed on my cheeks as he held me firmly, balls deep. I felt the way his balls tightened as he got closer to climaxing, the way his breathing became more ragged as he started to cum, his release flooding my throat, the taste of him overwhelming as he pulled out, spilling the last of it onto my tongue.

He didn’t say a word, just stood up, tucked himself back into his pants, and went back to his sleeping bag, lying down as if nothing had happened. I just lay there, my body still trembling, the taste of both of them in my mouth, the weight of what had just happened settling over me, my mind racing as I tried to process it all. But before I could even think, I heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway, the creak of the door opening, and I knew, deep down, that this wasn’t over yet tonight.