Ryan was about twenty years old and had strawberry blonde hair and a peaches and cream complexion. Set into his beautiful face was a pair of dazzling blue eyes and a satin smooth, red gash of a mouth. He was a work of art, but the best thing about him was he had no idea how hot he was. He was a really friendly guy, interested in everything and everyone around him.
One day we got chatting when I called in to the company where he worked as a receptionist. He mentioned something about being really lonely and I couldn't understand why someone who had everything going for him should be lonely. On a whim I decided to ask him out for a meal with me. I didn't think he would agree but he practically jumped at the chance. I couldn't believe my luck and arranged to meet him that very evening.
I took Ryan to a really expensive restaurant which was located in our city's top hotel. I had also rented a room for the night, just in case. I really didn't expect anything to happen, but if it did I didn't want to be doing it in an alleyway. Ryan looked absolutely stunning when he arrived. He was wearing a jacket and tie and managed to look both younger and older at the same time. His white teeth dazzled when he smiled. He had a very attractive laugh, that me you feel as if the two of you were sharing the most private joke in the world.
Everything about the evening was just perfect. The food was very good and we had an excellent bottle of wine to go with it. Ryan was a little worried about the cost but I told him not to worry his pretty head. When I said that his eyes lit up. It was as if a light went on.
'Do you have a girl friend?' he suddenly asked me.
'No. I like guys.' I told him.
'Wow.' he replied.
We sat in silence for a while and then he added:
'I wish a guy would like me.'
'Well, I already know one that does.' I said.
'Really?' he asked, widening his eyes. And then he understood what I was saying. I waited for the "I like you too, but..." spiel.
'Would you make love to me?' he suddenly whispered.
'I'd love to.' I told him.
The evening just got better. We were both desperate to go off and have a hot fuck, but the waiting made it even better. We had some desert and then a glass of port with our cheese. I was slowly undressing him with my eyes. It had been a long time since I was so excited. I reached under the table cloth and stroked his warm thigh. He put his hand under the table and we held hands briefly while we smiled at each other. I felt eighteen again. If I was his age I could easily have fallen in love with him.
When at last we felt we could hold out no longer we made our way upstairs. The minute we were through the door we were in each other's arms. The hunger of his kiss was just amazing. I could feel his hard cock jutting into my thigh as his tongue worked itself around my own. His hands were cupped around my ass and really kneading my butt flesh through the thin material of my slacks. My own cock was soon hard too, and pressed against his crotch. I knew if we didn't break the kiss soon I would cum just from rubbing off against him, but I let him control the action.
Ryan broke off the kiss at last and started tugging on my belt. He soon had it unbuckled and my pants unzipped. He reached into my underpants and fished out my thick, throbbing prick. He gasped and then dropped to his knees. Greedily he slurped on my cock but he was very inexperienced.
'Careful with the teeth.' I said gently.
He looked wounded.
'I'm sorry..'