After a long night out on the town, my friend Ryan and I finally made it back to the hostel we were staying at sometime during the wee hours of the morning. Ryan was wasted, but then again, so was I. As we stumbled through the hallway that led to our room, I watched Ryan fumble in the dim light to find our door. He was shirtless (he'd removed his baseball jersey sometime during the course of the night, given it to some girl and never gotten it back) and his baggy denim shorts were slung low on his hips, exposing plaid boxers and just the tiniest bit of ass crack. The weather that night--our third night of a week-long stay in Amsterdam--was uncharacteristically warm, and we were both hot and sweaty, having done copious amounts of drinking, dancing and partying.
"Dude, I gotta take a fuckin' leak," Ryan blurted suddenly.
"Shit, so do I," I responded.
The communal bathroom was all the way at the other end of the hall. We both made our way toward it, and I waited while Ryan went in and took what seemed to be the longest piss ever.
"Damn, Ry, how much did you have to drink?"
"Same amount as you," he said, his voice muffled from behind the closed door. The sound of his urine hitting the water made my urge to pee even stronger. I squeezed my legs together to avoid having an accident right there in the hallway.
"Could you hurry up, man? I gotta go!"
"Okay okay," he said. There was a brief silence after he went, followed by a loud flush, and I flung the door open and had my pants halfway down before I even reached the toilet. Ryan began to laugh.
"It's not funny," I snapped. "I should've made you go second."
"Hey, that would've been okay by me. I don't mind whipping it out wherever...holy shit!"
"What?" I asked, lost in the dizzy good feeling of emptying my bladder.
"Your dick is fuckin' huge!"
"Huh?" I said, taken aback by what came out of his mouth. I'd put away quite a few cocktails that night, but not enough to impair my hearing, and what I'd just heard was strange to say the least. Ryan and I had been friends for the better part of seven years, and in that time we'd talked about a variety of things, but somehow the size of each others' dicks never came up.
"Sorry, dude. I mean, I'm not one to stereotype, but...seeing this...I guess it's true what they say about black guys."
"You're lucky I'm drunk right now or I'd stomp a mud hole in your ass," I mumbled as the sound of my pee began to dwindle.
"That'll fuckin' be the day," he said. "Hurry up and put that python away before you put somebody's eye out."
Ryan was what I would call a "down" white boy. He dressed like the typical "yo boy" (e.g., young man with a thug-like mentality), wearing baggy clothes, baseball caps turned backwards, and he always wore the freshest tennis shoes, no matter the occasion. I've known lots of people of different races, and I have very many Caucasian friends, but Ryan was definitely the most "street" white boy I knew. I liked to tease him about it sometimes, and he often pretended that it got on his nerves, but I knew it really didn't.
"You keep talking shit about my dick--let me see yours." I shook out the last few drops and flushed the toilet, pulling my shorts up but leaving my dick out.
"See mine? No fuckin' way, Sean," he said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"'Cause I'd feel...what's the word...?"
"Inadequate?"
"Fuck you! Inadequate?"
"Hey, you said it, not me."
"I didn't say shit," Ryan said. "I asked you what's the word."
"Yeah, and I gave you the word," I said.
"Okay, maybe a little inadequate. Besides, why the fuck you wanna see my dick?"
"Hey, I could live without it, but since you're paying so much attention to mine..."
"Yeah, I saw yours, and I'm still seeing it. Put that fuckin' thing away, bro."
"You act like we've never seen each other naked before," I said. "Remember that chick in Miami last year? What was her name...Brandy...or...Mandy or something? We tag-teamed her and I don't remember either one of us having clothes on when we did it."
"Yeah, but that was different," Ryan said. "We were fucking her and the last thing we were thinking about was each other. Now back off, dude!"
"No," I said, walking toward him. "You brought it up, now here it is. Hanging out in all it's glory for the whole world to see." When I was within inches of him, he spoke up.
"Okay, okay, if I whip it out and show you would you just...fucking...quit it?"
"Mm-hm."
"Okay." He reached for the button of his denim shorts and unfastened it, then with one quick motion he undid the zipper and pushed his shorts down far enough so that his dick popped out.
"It's no python--" I said.
"Hey!" Ryan blurted, cutting me off.
"But...you ain't got shit to be ashamed of."
"Damn right I don't."
I began to feel horny, and at first it scared me because, although I had entertained the thought of being with another man from time to time, I'd never acted on it, nor had I intended to. Ryan and I had done a lot of things together, but intimacy with each other was never one of them. I looked down at his dick in the dim light that came in from the hallway, and found myself becoming even more aroused. His dick was thick, cut, and hung about a good four flaccid inches, and at the base of the pink shaft was a tuft of unruly brown hair. He began to fasten his shorts and I stopped him.
"Wait." I reached out and gently grabbed his manhood, and he tensed and let out a small gasp.
"Sean. I know we're drunk as shit, but, what the fuck...?"
"What the fuck," I muttered. I reached for his hand and brought it to my own member, which was growing harder by the second. I thought he would slug me right then and there, or back away or something, but much to my surprise, he let me continue to work his cock in my hand, and he began to do the same to mine. I could feel his warm, alcohol-tinged breath on my face as his breathing came in shaky rasps. I had him backed against the wall, and I placed my free hand on the wall behind him to steady myself as his slow jerking became quicker, sturdier tugs.
"We can't..." Ryan whispered.
"We already are."
I backed up slightly and knelt to the floor, pulling his shorts down to his knees. For a moment I looked up at him, thinking that maybe he was right. We couldn't do this. We were friends and only friends. Nothing more. His head was down and his eyes were closed, and had he protested further I wouldn't have gone through with it. I waited for him to open his eyes and tell me to get the fuck away, but he didn't. He didn't protest at all. I could hear his breathing coming hard--his chest rising and falling with every breath, and as I knelt there in front of him I watched his dick jumping as it grew. I knew that this was my confirmation that he wanted it as much as I did. What had been a good four inches when soft had grown into roughly 7 rock-hard inches of throbbing cock. I couldn't believe that I was seeing Ryan this way, but the feeling was too strong to back down now. I grabbed his boner and began to tug on it, relishing how warm and hard it felt in my hand. I opened my mouth and engulfed a little more than half of it, nearly gagging as his cock poked the back of my throat. Ryan let out a small grunt and I grabbed his naked ass cheeks, steadying myself and trying to maintain some sort of rhythm. I'd never gone down on a man before, but on that night I didn't exactly need an instruction manual. Besides, I'd been given head enough times to know exactly what to do and how to do it, and I went in with full gusto.
Ryan smelled slightly musty--a mixture of cologne and sweat--and it was turning me on. I used one hand to steady his hard cock as I went down on it, and the other hand stayed on his left ass cheek. I slid my finger between the crack of his ass and Ryan's body stiffened.
"Stop," he whispered.
I looked up at him and, though his mouth had said no, his eyes were saying yes. My finger found its way to his asshole, and as I began to gently massage it he let out a loud groan. I smiled, happy that he liked it, and went back to sucking his fully-engorged cock. I could feel my own nine-inch dick beginning to leak precum, so I reached down with the hand that had been wrapped around Ryan's cock and began to stroke myself. My shorts were in the way, so I clumsily kicked them off, not once taking my mouth from his dick.
My head was spinning with a million things. I was scared, elated and worked-up all at the same time. Ryan ground his ass into my finger as I sucked him off, and I knew that any reservations either one of us may have had were officially down the proverbial drain.
"Fuck...oh...s-shit..." Ryan whispered as I began to deep-throat him. He was working his hips to the point of nearly face-fucking me, and I leaned my weight into him to keep him from choking me with his cock. I wanted to plunge my finger deeper into his warm asshole, but, not wanting to go too far too soon, I withdrew it and grabbed on to his ass cheek again. Ryan's moaning reminded me that the door was open a crack, so I reached over and quietly closed it to, turning the room almost pitch black.
When I looked up again, I caught Ryan pinching his own nipples. He was really into it now, and without warning he grabbed the back of my head to force it down even harder on his cock. I began to gag as his member jabbed the back of my throat, withdrawing after a few moments to catch my breath.
"Shit, man. You got skills," Ryan whispered. Moonlight came in through the bathroom window, allowing me to see that he was looking down at me with his eyes half-closed and just the tiniest smirk on his face.
