Author's note: This is the 3rd story in Jake and Ryan's journey, you may find it useful to read the first 2 before this, but it would also stand alone.
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Jake lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing with excitement. The night had been more than he had imagined, it had been intense, passionate, and electric. He had not slept, his mind replaying the intense feelings, the unashamed, unrestricted lust. Now, in the early morning, the soft apricity of the sun streamed through the open curtain, painting Ryan's sleeping face in warm, bright light. Jake resisted the urge to move, to pull Ryan closer, to see if last night's passion would spill into the morning. Instead, he let himself savour the quiet, the lingering warmth between them. He was aware that he was fully erect and had been almost all night
He watched as Ryan stirred slightly, shifting beneath the covers, his breath deep and steady. Jake's heart quickened. Was Ryan waking, or simply dreaming in another imaginary world? Would he roll over and meet Jake's gaze with the same hunger, the same lustful need? Or would the morning bring a quiet return to reality, the night left behind just like a dream? Jake was excited and impatient..
For the previous 5 hours he had watched the hands of the clock, slower than ever. Regularly through the night his thoughts had driven his arousal to the point where he could not resist stroking himself. The spare hand running over the entrance to his ass. His rosebud slick from their combined juices. Slightly sore, yet tingling, and loose. It was a deeply erotic feeling. But he denied himself the pleasure of a climax, that would have to wait.
His knees were also weary, his thighs burned from exertion. He has spent some time on Ryan's pelvis, lifting and falling, but also grinding to and fro. He was fit, but last night he had used muscles that were not accustomed to that kind of work-out. And what an incredible work-out it had been.
In the middle of the night, spooning he had felt Ryan's manhood between his thighs, flaccid and sleeping. He had taken it in his hand, felt the weight, hoped it would respond, but no response came from Ryan. He had wanted to play again, but his playmate had drifted off to another world. Once again he needed to be patient, and wait.
Now the sun was up, so was something else. Ryan's breathing indicated he was still very much asleep, but his cock was awake, morning glory. Jake could feel it rigid between his thighs, the head slick, an inch or two short of the spot he wanted it to be in. He closed his thighs around it, and caressed it, hoping for a small thrust to indicate approval to resume where last night had ended. It didn't come. He took the penis in his hand, stroked it, but barely a murmur came from Ryan's lips.
There was no shortage of pre-cum, it oozed over his fingers, an unconscious response to his teasing, the sentient reaction unfortunately was absent. He stroked some more.
Jake looked again at the clock, 6.32am, surely more than 3 minutes had passed since he had last looked.
The sun cleared an early morning cloud and lit up the room once more, perhaps it was the heat on his face that lifted his spirit and spurred him into action. He had meant to arouse Ryan, but he had only succeeded in stimulating himself. He had been patient, but he could wait no longer.
He shuffled deeper into the spoon, aligned his cheeks around Jakes beautifully hard cock, positioned himself so that the head nuzzled up to his entrance. Both were already well lubricated, and with his right hand he held Ryan's cock head to his entrance, whilst he very lightly moved up and down, spreading the lubrication between them both, with an audible squelch. Jake rubbed his ass up and down Ryan's cock, teasing himself, waiting for Ryan to thrust into him. The thrust didn't come.
Ryan's thick head felt incredible at his slick entrance. After 2 days of full on action, he was aware that his ass and rectum had taken a lot of abuse. It was sore. But rubbing Ryan's head against himself dumbed down the soreness. In its place came a yearning from deep inside him. The outer anus is deeply erogenous, and massaging it with the object of his desires, and lubrication, was more than Jake could resist. He knew more anal sex would leave him even more sore, and even weaker in the knees.
Still no response from the sleeping Ryan. He continued the teasing, both of their bodies reacting, but stubbornly no conscious response.
Jake lowered further so the head of Ryan's cock penetrated his meagre resistance. It had slipped in all too easily. Jake felt the rush of opening once more for his lover, and a strange satisfaction that it had slipped so easily in, no friction, almost no resistance. His body was accepting Ryan eagerly.
With just an inch or so inside him, Jake started to gyrate his hips, rotating around the large mushroom head, squeezing his muscles, provoking a response. Which still never came.
Jake pushed back more, taking Ryan's girth with ease. No response.
Deeper once more........ nothing.
With Ryan still sleeping soundly, Jake decided he would see how close he could get to his own orgasm, without waking his stag.
Slowly and rhythmically he pumped his hips on and off the phallus. He positioned it exactly where he wanted it, massaging his prostate, about 3 inches inside, leaving 5 or so inches unused. Stroking his own cock, the rhythm increased. The speed of his wanking matched his pelvis, taking what he wanted.
Deep inside Jake felt his climax rising. His pelvic thrusts accelerated, his wanking became more frantic. He was close, very close..... and then without warning, the cock stroking his prostrate thrust deep into him. The shock and sudden lunge took him completely by surprise, and it was full to the hilt before he could respond. Two strong arms gripped his shoulder and waist, and the cock was pumping in and out at pace.
Jake relaxed as best he could and took the sudden assault like a rag doll. The sudden rush of adrenalin had heightened his lust, his orgasm ready to explode, but his hand had been swatted away from his own cock, so his climax was close but unattainable. He could not hold back a guttural groan which betrayed his deep appreciation of being ravaged so completely.
Ryan stopped and withdrew. Jake felt empty and pleaded for more.
He was pulled onto his back, Ryan moved up into a kneeling position between Jakes legs, spreading them. He grabbed Jakes ankles and pulled them both up towards his ears
"Hold them there," he demanded, and Jake grabbed one in each hand. "Hold them above your head, and keep them there."
Jake bent his back, pulled back on his ankles and lifted them as far back as he could stretch. His ass was up in the air, off the bed, presenting itself to the very awake Ryan. His head also lifted up off the pillows, curving his spine, but offering him the most erotic view of what was happening below.
Ryan placed a hand on each of Jakes lower thighs, just below the back of the knee, and pushed them back so they were hard up on Jakes chest, with Ryan's weight holding them there.
