When our lips met, everything else dropped away.
I wanted to ask him why he wanted this now. Whywith me? Was it still for the comfort, or was their more to it? What did he even wantto do?What was he expecting? Did he just wantmeto touchhim? Or would it go both ways? Did I even care?
There were so many damn questions that got steamrolled by his tongue pressing into my mouth and the way he moaned at the taste. My body took over, hands sliding up his shirt, skating over his smooth skin.
I pulled him tight against me, feeling his firm body and all the soft spots too. The front of his lower belly which he had been complaining about trying to shed, and the full curve of his ass which I gripped with my hands, and which nearly made me lose my mind.
Kamran used to be all taut skin and firm muscles back when we used to play football together. He'd been obsessed with working out. That had been nice too, but as the years had passed and real life took over, he'd only gotten better. More natural andreal and something about him not being so perfect made me love him more.
I squeezed his ass probably a little too tightly because he bucked forward, breaking apart from my kiss with a hiss.
“Sorry,” I muttered, but when our gazes clashed, his was overtaken by hooded desire and it was like a hook straight into my lower belly, yanking my need up another few notches.
I pushed him forward, clumsy hands and feet nearly making us both fall before I got him onto the couch.
He sat back and looked up at me, his chest heaving, knees spread on either side of my legs, the front of his pants tented.
I swallowed and lowered myself to the floor in front of him, placing my hands on his thighs. I couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
For a long time, we watched each other. I was aware that we had already come too far to stop now, so I didn't say anything, just pushed his shirt up enough to slide my fingertips under the band of his sweats and pull.
Kamran lifted his hips to help me. There was a moment before they slid down, freeing him.
And just like that I was looking at Kamran's cock and it was fucking glorious, thick around the middle and cut with dark curls around the base and veins dancing up the shaft. My mouth filled with saliva, and I barely managed to dive forward and press my mouth to the spongy tip without fuckingdroolingbecause Iwanted to taste it so bad.
My lips parted around him, tongue darted out to slide against the slit and the first taste of moisture there made me moan and my cock twitch, and not to be dramatic, but it changed my life.
This was Kamran, after all. My friend. The man I'd loved for years who I'd always thought was off limits.
But he wasn't off limits any longer. Oh no. Now that I'd had a taste, felt his hips twitch, heard his breath stutter, felt his cockpushing gently against the roof of mymouth and jutting against the back of my throat, there was no turning back. Never, ever.
I sucked him down, taking him as deeply as I could, moaning at the way his cock made my lips stretch, at the taste and feeling of his silky flesh.
He let out a shuddering moan and his hands went into my hair, combing through the strands until I had to look up and meet his eyes and acknowledge the undeniable fact that we were doing this.
And he reallydidseem to be on board, there was nothing there in his eyes but pleasure and appreciation and that tender something that was always in the back of his eyes when he looked at me. The gaze of a loving friend. He was the kind of person that made me want to do everything for him. Case in point, I was sucking his cock like my life depended on it, pulling every move out of the bag, trying to make it the best head I'd ever delivered in my life.
I dipped the tip of my tongue into his slit, sucked his frenulum, kissed my way down his shaft and took time to take each of his balls into my mouth, using my hand to stroke him while I did until he was arching up, his head back, making noises I'd only dreamed about.
When I lifted, I didn't hesitate to take him deep into my throat once more.
His hips started to move, thrusting in a little deeper like he couldn’t help himself. In response, precome spurted from my tip, soaking my underwear.
I groaned, letting him do it,wantinghim to do it because having Kamran come apart under me, in my mouth, was better than any long-lived fantasy ever could be. This wasrealand reality was swamped with all the little details, the hairs that touched my nose when I took him down, the callouses on his thumbs as they dug into my collar bones, bruising me, the huffof his breath touching my hair, the buttery soft skin of his thighs under my hands.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck.Ryan.”
I moaned.
If not for everything else, hearing him say my name likethat was enough to make me reach down frantically before I emptied my balls into my tight jeans without having been touched. I undid the zipper quickly, reaching inside to grab my aching cock and moaned again around his shaft.
“Oh,God, you're touching yourself,” he gasped like he couldn't believe it and I nodded, pulling back to kiss his tip, taking only a second to stroke myself for a moment before putting the attention all back on him, on his incredible body.
I slid my hands up his hips, luxuriating in the fact that I was touching him and then held him down.
This time, when I closed my lips around him and swallowed him down, tongue dragging down his length and touching his tight balls, he could barely contain himself, moaning and gasping like he was actually about to break apart, like he was barely holding himself together.
“Ryan,” he groaned, one last desperate syllable before he started to come. I held him steady while he convulsed, his body jerking up, cock spilling into my throat and onto my tongue. It may have been a minute since I'd sucked dick, but there was no way in hell I was wasting any of it. I swallowed it down, every drop, not releasing his cock until it was softening in my mouth, completely spent.
