"So, what's it like for a guy with, like, another guy? I've always wondered how you do it. I mean, I know how you do it but, like, how do you go about it?"
Ryan laughed at Vivian's question, "how do you go about it? Such an odd thing to ask, Viv. I don't even know what to say. Are you asking how we fuck?"
"No!" She laughed and shoved him, "I'm asking like, you know how guys are. When they want you they just go after it. It's all hunger and force and right to business. Every time I've had sex with a guy his hands are right down my pants trying to push my panties off and stick his dick in me. Is it the same when a guy is with another guy?"
"Ah, well, that's a bit more concise. I think I can answer that."
Ryan laid back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. He had been spending most of his time with Vivian lately and they were starting to get pretty serious, at least in his mind. They had been making out on the couch in the middle of the afternoon, which always led to sex, when he decided to tell her something about himself. He didn't know if it would freak her out, but she had been pretty cool about things so far, so he decided to tell her that he's bisexual.
He told her that he had never been in a relationship with another man but he's had a few random hook-ups with guys. Mostly it was oral but with a couple of men he went all the way. Her reaction was disbelief at first. She squealed and shoved him and thought he was lying. It had put a stop to their heavy lip locking session but he didn't mind too much. She was very inquisitive.
"So when two guys get together and they're both turned on by each other they obviously get a hard on. But what most girl's don't know is that when they are physically attracted to each other and both are in the mood the tip of their dick works as a homing device. It sends a signal up to the brain and actually leads them to each other if their in a certain vicinity."
"Oh my god, shut up!" Vivian swats him with a pillow.
"Fine, never mind. I don't care. Whatever," she turns and pouts at the other end of the couch.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Viv. Viv, come on. Okay, I'll be serious now. I promise."
"You better!" She shoved her foot at him.
"Okay, well, it's pretty similar. It really just depends on the guy I guess. Which I think is true for most things. You can't generalize a gender by what most guys do. Just like you can't assume all women are going to wait for the guy to make the first move, sometimes they'll just come at you."
"Like I did," Vivian looked at him with a smile, stretching her legs out and resting them on his lap.
"Yeah, like you did babe. That was surprising. All night you were kind of quiet. You didn't say a lot. I couldn't tell if you were having fun or not. We got back to your place and you invited me in. As soon as the door closed you threw your lips into mine and started undoing my pants. It was hot."
Vivian bit her lip, "yeah well you looked good that night. I was shy because I didn't think I had a shot with you. I didn't know what to say, nothing would come to mind when you kept asking me questions. I figured at the end of the night I might as well go for it."
"You did."
"I did. Scored too," she smiled.
"We both did. Team effort."
They laughed and he took her feet in his hands and began rubbing them.
"So with a guy it's the same. You just, you find a guy and if you're into him you go for it. If not you don't."
"So did you have any guy's who you went-for-it with?"
He laughed a little and squeezed her foot tight, "no, not exactly."
"What does that mean?" She shoved his thigh with her other foot.
"There was never any passionate explosion of me into them like we did. But there was some quiet intensity."
"Oh, tell me about it!"
"Alright," Ryan paused a moment and thought back on the story and where to start, "well, one guy I had been texting with, he was a bit older. I was out late and he said he wanted to see me. We had lunch once before and it was nice. I liked it, felt comfortable with him but we hadn't done anything yet. Or, well, I shouldn't say that, we kind of fondled each other near the bathroom while passing by."
"Ryan! You dirty whore!" She giggled at his confession.
"I know, I know. It was the first time but my god, Viv, his cock was huge. Huge!"
"A size queen, are we?"
"No, no, not at all. But holy jesus!" Ryan held his hands a cartoon-ish distance apart and made wide eyes at Vivian.
"But, anyways, he said he wanted to see me but he was going to head to bed. He wanted me to come over though. He wanted me to wake him up."
Ryan paused and Vivian looked at him oddly, "and? What?"
"He wanted me to walk into his house, that he rented with two other guys, and he would be asleep on the couch. He wanted me to walk in, strip in the door way to the living room and come over to wake him up with a blow job."
"What?!" She sat up with her mouth wide open in exasperation.
"Yes! I didn't know what to say. I was turned on and really wanted to but at the same time I was kind of nervous. I had never been to his place and only met him one other time. I had no idea what I would be walking into."
"But you did, right?"
"I did. Nervously I did. It was close to midnight, a couple of hours after we had last exchanged texts. His house was still. The whole street was still. It was so quiet when I closed the door to my car it sounded as if it echoed for miles."
Ryan's hands moved both of Vivian's feet in his lap and began rubbing up along her ankles and back down to her toes.
"He had told me to just come in. He assured me his roommates slept like rocks and would be asleep because they have to get up early. I peeked in through the doorway and the house was dead. All the lights were off. I didn't think until after, that if this had been a terrible prank to get me to walk into someone's house I'd have never known. It wasn't though. I saw him sleeping on the couch. I clenched my teeth and slipped off my shoes and began undressing."
"That quickly?! Ryan! You are are a whore. You just wanted some dick!"
He laughed and shook his head but didn't have anything remotely plausible to say in his defense.
"I stripped and had my clothes semi-folded on top of my shoes. I wanted everything close by in case someone came down I could at least throw on a shirt or something. Not that it would have helped."
"I moved over to the couch and crouched down quietly. The plan didn't go quite as planned because as I knelt at the side of the couch he turned and opened his eyes and gave me a smile. We exchanged brief, silent pleasantries before he tossed the blanket aside. There wasn't any words exchanged beyond that indication of what was supposed to be done. And in that moment I pulled his boxers down and went at it. My mouth. My hands. Everything working together to get him off. It wasn't a crazy, rip your pants off type aggression but the intent was pretty much the same."
Vivian was silent now. She was riveted to his story. She didn't noticed her chest rising and falling quickly as her breathing picked up. Her mouth was open just a little as she stared at him. She didn't want him to stop.
"What happened next?"
"Next?"
She nodded, "yeah, like, was that it? Did you just suck him off and leave? Did anyone wake up? What happened?"
"You want me to tell you the whole story?" He smiled at her.
