"YES! PLEASE! BREED ME! BREED MY ASS!" I yell. You're probably wondering how I got here, so I'll tell you.
It all just started with some innocent college fun. It was about 11:45 pm when my best friend and I were in a heavy weed rotation. As two 21 year old STEM majors, Ryan and I love to end our day on another planet, high off our asses. As we smoke our weed, we're sprawled out on the floor playing Mario Kart.
"Hey, this is kinda getting boring," Ryan says with a sigh.
"So what do you wanna do then?" I ask. "Cause I don't really care what we do, I'm just happy I survived through another day of labs."
Ryan suddenly crawls in between my open legs, putting his arms parallel to my waist. His face is really close to mine, as he stares at me with intense blue eyes. It causes me to push farther back into the base to the couch I'm leaning on. He looks from my eyes to my lips and then pushes back on his heels and says, "I know what can make this interesting."
I take a deep breath as I internally contemplate what just happened and why did I kind of like it. You see Ryan's a very attractive guy. He is super tall, like he has at least 4 inches on me and I'm 6'1. He also works out a lot, he's like 220 pounds of pure muscle. Once in the gym, I saw him bench 400lb. He has dark brown hair that's kind of long and deep blue eyes. He has the face of a Greek god, that looks intense and soft at the same time. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty attractive myself. I'm buff and tall and I have hazel-green eyes with sandy blonde hair that likes to fall in my face. This makes Ryan and I a good team for hookups. While he gets all the guys, I bring home the girls. I consider myself straight while Ryan is very gay. I've also felt like I could be low level into guys, but I've never been brave enough to explore that and I love everything about women.
"Hey. You okay?" Ryan asks, bringing me out of my drug laced thoughts. That's when I realized I've been staring at him hard. The way his arms flex, the way his throat moves as he swallows, the way he pushes his hair back from his face. Even the way he smirks at me like he knows what's going on in my head. Ryan's always been good at reading me.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," I say trying to sound as natural as possible, "so what do you suggest we do?"
"Well if we do this you have to agree to be open to anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Okay, so what is it?"
"I was thinking we still play Mario Kart, but loser of each round has to do whatever the winner wants for 5 minutes."
"Okay..."
"So what do you think?"
"I mean. I guess it can be fun."
"Alright, let's start." Ryan has a mischievous grin on his face. It makes me wonder what he's on to and makes me wonder why it's sort of turning me on.
We started playing and unfortunately for me, I lost the first round. "Okay, so what do you want me to do first?" I sigh. I wonder what he's about to make me do.
"I want you to put on your best Magic Mike strip tease for the next five minutes." Wait, what? Is he serious right now? I stare at him like he's crazy. He knows I'm straight. Or does he know that I'm curious? I mean I wouldn't necessarily mind stripping for him. I hear how loud the men he brings home scream. From men way bigger to way smaller, all of them have to take the walk of shame past my bedroom the next morning.
"Umm Corey?" Oh shit, I'm doing the staring again. "I mean you really don't have to do this if you don't want to." Ryan says. He looks kind of disappointed. The problem is I do want to do this, I just don't know what it would mean for me if I actually did.
Maybe it was the drugs, but after a few reluctant seconds I was ripping my shirt off while grinding to "Pony" by Ginuwine. "WOO!" Ryan cheers and hollers as I slip my pants down and hump the floor in nothing but my tight briefs. After my five minutes, I get up and look at Ryan.
First, his face and I can see his eyes haze and his jaw flinch. Then, his hands, that were closed into a fist. Lastly, his lap, that has a tent conveniently placed where is dick would be. Honestly, his gray sweats leave nothing to the imagination. Suddenly, I realize I'm having a similar reaction, but with less clothes on. I immediately grab for my shorts desperate to hide my reaction. He jumps off the couch and grabs my wrist and says, "Nuh-uh, you're not allowed to put those back on. Any lasting effects from a punishment has to stay for the rest of the night. Meaning any clothes lost have to stay lost."
"Fine," I reply and sit on the floor, casually pulling a pillow on my lap. I want to make it look like I'm cuddling it because I'm cold, which would explain my hard nipples, but I think we both know what's happening.
I look up and Ryan is just standing there staring, biting his lip. He whispers, "fuck," so quietly that if I wasn't watching him I would have never heard him. He must have realized what he said because he shakes his head and sits down too. "Alright Corey, ready for me to mop the floor with you again."
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"Yeah, sure I'm not letting up that easily."
"We both know you'll let anything up when you're high." Ryan laughs. Huh? What does he mean by that?
Anyways, we begin playing and of-fucking-course, I lose. "Well, fuck. What do you want me to do now?"
"How 'bout we finish the strip tease, but this time a little closer."
'Well that was fucking forward.' I thought and took a long hard puff from my blunt. "Okay," I sigh and stand on my feet. Ryan takes off his shirt and settles into the couch. He spreads his leg and I can see the V that leads down from his abs to dick flex. Oh gosh, what's happening to me?
I put on some song by Jacquees and get to work. This time I stand a little closer to Ryan as requested. When I get close enough, he grabs my wrist and pulls me down on the couch and now I'm straddling him. Woah, what the actual fuck. He's tryna get me to give him a lap dance!
"You know you're five minutes aren't up, right?" Ryan says. He has a smirk on his face and it makes him look that much sexier. Did I just call Ryan sexy? What's even happening anymore?
Maybe it's the weed, maybe it's my own personal desire, but I continue. When I do, I'm met by soft grunts coming from Ryan's mouth. Am I actually doing this? I might actually be doing this! Soon Ryan starts to grind up against me, our bulges meeting each other in between us. It feels so good, way better than I even thought. The song ends and another queues up. It's been five minutes, but I'm so into this I don't want to stop.
Ryan must have picked up on that because he holds my face in his hands and starts kissing me. I hesitate. Sexual tension is one thing because you know sex is sex, but kissing is so much more intimate. This thought lingers in my head for 3 seconds before I feel myself kissing back. Then, suddenly there's tongue. I'm moaning into his mouth as he grinds against me and sucks on my tongue. Ryan removes his mouth from mine and my face follows his lips wondering where he's going.
"Are you sure you want this?" Ryan asks and begins sucking on my neck. He hits the perfect spot right below my ear.
"Yes," is all I could breathe out. This is getting to be too much. I want him so bad and I want him now. I swear Ryan is reading my mind because he lifts me up with my leg wrapped around his waist and carries me to his room while kissing my neck. He's honestly too strong, maybe I should get his workout regiment.